#[[ and she's got a good snoot ]]

[moisette]

I tried xD;

I wanted to take a hit for Leon with OtR but I ended up trapping Myers in a corner. Not my intention and I got tunneled but it was funny.

On my old PC, hitting these skillchecks was almost impossible. My reflexes aren't that great but the PC I have now helps.

You know...I thought I timed that just right but xD; Also they didn't need to tbag her at the end :\

Never thought I'd see this in DBD. I don't know why I came out of the locker xD;

This game is so funny sometimes. David saved me but I had nowhere to go. Fun match, though.

I was trying to lead the zombie away from Meg so she could work on the gen <_<;

I was trying to keep Trevor from getting hooked again but he ended up where I was trying to run...

Plaything isn't something I feel like I need to cleanse. Last Killer that had it, had Pentimento soooo. I knew he was in this area - I wanted to maybe take a hit for Dwight because he was dead... I don't think he was wiggling xD;

Why though? It was her first hook. We had the ability to win this... Also I was trying to get a vaccine but a zombie was camping it so >_> I kind of gave up after Meg did and I just wanted a syringe. I figured he was still on my ass but I had to get the syringe >8u It's not about curing myself - it's about sending a message <<

[babushkatty]

Tranquil SAGAU - Part 3

-> Part 1

-> Part 2

-> Part 4

Turns out, you did jinx yourself last week.

You should have learnt your lesson from all those times you and your sister had spoken bad luck into existence, be it unannounced guests or other inconveniences.

But you didn't, so here you were.

Staring down motherfucking Ursa the Drake, with Dvalin pinning them (her?) down with his massive body and motherfucking Crepus Ragnvindr looking at you both simultaneously like it's Christmas and like he thinks he's schizophrenic.

Diluc didn't look any better. He was as white as a sheet and if you were any better at identifying emotions, you'd think he was about to cry.

...surely not?

But then again, he was younger than in the game and his father was right there, alive and well - you doubted he was anything like the cold and grumpy Diluc who closed himself off from the world that you knew.

A terrified baby that was probably overthinking how Ursa would kill him, his father and the whole cohort they traveled with all the way to Tuesday.

...now you just felt bad for judging. You wouldn't be any better in his place, especially without your scary Dvalin priviledges.

"Ursa, darling, what exactly are you doing?"

All you got for your troubles was a roar in your face.

Except it didn't even feel like a scary dragon about to eat you, it felt like a child throwing a tantrum.

...the notion of Ursa being this uncontested and plaguing Mondstadt for a thousand years while being a mere child was kind of terrifying actually, so you very deliberately decided not to dwell on it. For your own sanity, if nothing else.

"Dvalin, you know Ursa, so... Any ideas?" You asked the dragon, who looked almost bored as he outright lounged on Ursa as if they (she?) were his beddings. If that didn't make a statement, you didn't know what would.

"While we did not cross paths frequently in the past, I had always thought her to be... Especially nefarious."

Ursa trashed around, but Dvalin didn't budge and effortlessly kept them (her? her.) pinned down.

"She reminds me of Durin. But where Durin was oblivious to the grevious harm he caused and merely wanted to play, Ursa is fully conscious and reveling in the pain she inflicts on others, often being open to agreements that involve human sacrifice."

Ursa screeched. In protest, maybe?

"For now, there is not much that can be done. You would need to be much stronger to subdue her permamently, which requires time. But I shall stall her until you are strong enough, alongside Boreas."

Oh.

So your scary Dvalin priviledges were being voided. It was a shame, you really liked his company -- his stories were a delight to listen to and he spoiled you rotten for comfortable accomodations, any bed or chair from now on would be a massive downgrade.

Still, it was understandable. Responsibilities and human lives were priority over your comfort. You weren't going to complain too much.

"I'll miss you," you say as you stroke his wings, not really having access to his torso or head to hug him properly due to Ursa.

Speaking of Ursa...

"Be good. You're making trouble for everyone."

And maybe you were being reckless and simply asking for your arm and face to be bitten off, but you flicked her on the snoot, because you only live once and Dvalin had you mildly convinced nothing in Teyvat would hurt you.

Ursa startles and then, honest to God, whines.

Dvalin huffs in what you assume is amusement and grabs at Ursa with his massive limbs. His wings stretch as he readies himself to take flight.

"I will miss you too, (Name)."

And just like that both dragons are gone like the wind.

...

That left you all alone to face the Ragnvindr and C.O., so you put on your customer service smile and clap your hands in fake excitement you really don't feel.

If nothing else, working in retail taught you how to play the fool.

"So, now that that is done and over with. I believe you have a mess to clean up?"

Crepus looks at you like you grew an extra head, before doubling over in a hearty laugh that broke through the weird atmosphere that settled over the caravan as easily as a hot knife through butter.

Diluc still looks like a poke would knock him over, but at least he got some colour back in him.

"Ah, thank you for that."

Crepus walks over to you and offers you a handshake, gripping your hand firmly and with enthusiasm that was entirely on him. Not that you weren't excited to meet characters from Genshin... but that was the thing, wasn't it? They weren't the characters you knew in Genshin. Crepus was barely a mention, Diluc was a different person entirely and the rest of the caravan were either NPCs hanging around on the map somewhere or didn't exist in the game at all.

So, you had to treat them like actual people.

And you weren't good with people.

"No problem. I'm (Name) (Last Name), just call me (Name) please."

Smile through the pain Harold, grant me your strength.

"Crepus Ragnvindr, and the redhead over there is my son, Diluc. It's a pleasure to meet you, (Name)."

He lets go of your hand and smiles so brightly you half-heartedly wished for some sunglasses. Was this man sunshine personified? Certaintly felt like he was.

"I would say I wish we met under different circumstances, but that's not exactly the truth, is it? Any other circumstances would have me trying to fight Ursa the Drake and that was bound to end badly for me, so... Thank you for saving my life."

And at that precise moment the Knights of Favonius spurred on by Kaeya Alberich himself burst into the scene, weapons ready.

...Kaeya looked like such a baby too, it had you thinking on just how young the literal children like Diona would be.

☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* ✨ Author Note✨

Suprise, we're 4 years early in the timeline! And I have no idea what the timeline is besides what little I glimpsed from the Wiki, so lore accuracy is thrown out the window!

✨ I still can't tag the one person that asked to be tagged and I'm feeling horrible for it even when it's not my fault ✨

Also, yes, ✨ is my favourite emoji, why do you ask? :D

Also, also -- yes, I did pump out 3 parts in 2/3 days, it is an anomaly, do not expect such pace from me especially since I'm about to throw myself head first into HSR.

✨Self-plug time✨

My UID is 715 837 832 and I got a lvl50 Bronya as support.

I am still on Walt copium, even though I didn't get him even once despite the many, MANY rerolls I did, but that is neither here nor there.

[dehemetera]

Omg I can’t believe I am actually posting her. Pls enjoy my precious oc and her wardrobe

Below you can find all the head canons I wrote so far about her, the relationship she has with her squad and with the other significant captains/lieutenants of the Gotei 13

Mira Komamura

General head canons

‌originally from the 4th squad ( vet section) on her own request as she doesn't really like to throw hands.

was assigned to captain Komamura strict medical crew when almost no one knew about his real appearance; specifically, she was tasked with providing emotional support for Sajin's social anxiety.

‌”Captain!? How did you dare to hide that lovely snoot for such a long time?! "

yes, she was basically his emotional support puppy.

as it happens very often, Sajin grew fond for his emotional support puppy and decided to adopt her ( literally) as his brand new sister, then insisted to move her to the 7th.

western origins ( abuses this 🤌🏼 while talking ).

fav animal: humpback whale.

fav food: eats almost everything, watch your hands. Really, this girl is a few snacks away from being your best friend. But if she had to pick one, it'll probably be french fries, no dressing, just salt.

‌fav colour : cold hues in general, blue/green/ purple.

likes stars. Like a whole lot. You give her something with stars on, she's gonna love it. She hoards things with stars on it. She doodles them on everything at hand. When friends are sad, she scribbles a star on the palm of their hand.

‌" you're now under the sign of the good vibes star. You can now enjoy the rest of your day. You're welcome."

now imagine her doing this on Captain Zaraki's hand and Iba's cold sweats thinking how to tell the poor Sajin about his adopted sister's premature departure.

the good vibes star must work thou, cause Kenpachi just patted her head like she was a puppy and walked away. Iba thanked whatever god was listening at that moment.

sassy AF

sarcasm native speaker.

cracks 2.000.000 dirty jokes in between three regular words.

must focus not to drop inconvenient comments during each Captains/ lieutenant meetings.

looks like a black cat personality at the beginning.

turns into a weird dancing parrot when comfortable around someone.

has a ridiculous attention span.

world of the living connoisseur ( western side). Spent several decades studying it by living among living people.

terrible traditional swordsmanship skills.

got Jedi Lightsaber classes on Earth and actually developed a pretty efficient fighting style; ‌Iba is genuinely confused and slightly concerned about that but as long as it works...

likes to sing, not very good at that but still on the average ( usually makes silly dances while singing to underline the lyrics).

pretty skilled belly dancer ( which at some extent she uses in controlling her shikai) but definitely won't dance in public cause she's too shy for that .

very body positive about other people, excessively critic about her own body.

very good painter. She mostly paint with her hands (" advanced kindergarten art skills") but could also use sponges, pieces or paper or rags, leaves, basically everything but a brush;‌most of the times she just likes to make little silly doodles.

then she turns those doodles into stickers and spread them across the seireitei.

Byakuya Kuchiki knows the Shinigami women's association held a secret meeting in his mansion when he finds small stickers with sassy quotes around the house.

take her to the water park; She just loves it.

beach girl

just loves to hang out in the water

‌of course this is the perfect excuse for captain Hirako to make jokes about her liking to be wet

she never denied the statement. 👍🏼

excellent resistence to alcohol. Hard to get drunk.

when that does happen though, she just unleashes all the power or her sass/ sarcasm/ unhinged comments

this usually leads to pretty amusing express stand up comedy shows where she eventually ends up oversharing something she would've preferred to keep for herself

pretends not to remember anything if the topic is pointed out the day after

About the 7th squad

she was gladly welcomed as lieutenant by almost all the soldiers due to her sincere support towards former Captain Komamura

Those affectionate soldiers appreciate her chill attitude prone to jokes and fun as a good balance to Iba’s serious demeanour

She introduced music during workouts and trainings. Music from the west, of course

Now witness the fierce 7th brigade soldiers casually humming Bad Romance while doing their daily chores.

Since Mira’s office is the coziest and most decorated once, Iba started throwing Shinigami Men’s Association meetings inthere

For Iba’s birthday, Mira decided to gift him a new HQ for his meetings by renovating an old, unused warehouse in the barracks, asking Ikkaku some help to edible and renovate the old furniture

Connections

Sajin Komamura : regardless of his full on canine appearance he is still officially her brother by previous adoption. Mira still takes good care of him, she has the most luxurious dog bed in her office for him to stop by. She also got him one of those speaking buttons board humans give their dogs to communicate.

Tetsuzaemon Iba : is definitely like a dad. All of their interactions have the warm yet bickering feeling of a father/daughter dynamic, including: communication issues, dad being jealous and over protective of his precious daughter when men buzz around, not understanding slangs. Mira signed up for Iba’s fan club to show support to her dad.

Shunsui Kyoraku : calls her Mira-chan and likes to invite her to drink together. He pays great attention to her drunken monologues as they’re usually pretty straightforward and accurate analysis of the current state of the Seireitei. He definitely trusts her guts and intuition in picking up the overall morale of the squads. Mira also signed up for his fan club ‘cause he’s the big boss and deserves support. Nanao Ise firmly oppose this.

Rose Otoribashi: is the only one whom has ever seen Mira dance. They sometime shares music afternoons with Rose playing music and her using it to practice her dance. They have a very respectful and delicate bond revolving on mutual arts appreciation.

Izuru Kira: it took them some time to get along due to Kira being really private person. Now they’re kinda cool about each other and Mira often tries to cheer him up telling him the whole hole in the chest thing is metal AF.

Shinji Hirako: this man bribed Mira in joining his fan club by offering her a bag of weed infused gummy bears. It worked. They operate at the highest level of shenanigans and communicate almost exclusively by flirting. Bombastic side eyes darting across the captain’s council room during meetings when they know the other one would be just about dropping the sassiest sh*t that would cost them the career. Regularly hangs out together both in the Soul Society and on Earth. Part of their flirt jokes revolves around the fact they would gladly date each other (but never actually did that).

Momo Hinamori: was the first to show Mira support when she was promoted to lieutenant. Therefore, Mira loves this girl and brings her gifts, treats and loves spending time together for a tea time. They share a heavy betrayal trauma and do their best to support each other in their healing journey.

Renji & Rukia: if Iba is her dad, Renji is her bro and Rukia is the sister in law you actually like more than your own brother. The three of them have a weekly “world of the living pop culture” themed night to binge watch series and movie marathons. Burping competitions between Mira and Renji are mandatory and Rukia is the judge.

Matsumoto Ranjiku: these two can love and hate each other depending on the mood and the topic. Sometimes they look like besties laughing together and mutually complimenting , ten minutes later they’re fighting over something, usually Matsumoto habit of exploiting men using her beauty.

Kenpachi Zaraki: these two really get along for reasons. Mira actually feels safe around him cause who would ever dare to fuck around close to him? She also thinks he’s illegally hot but never dared to voice that, not she would ever try to approach him with intentions. She just likes to fantasize about that amazing mass of wonder. On Kenpachi’s side, he likes to have a new brat messing around him without being scared, it feels heartwarming and nostalgic, sometimes feeds her the same candies he used to buy for Yachiru. Since Mira’s birthday is right after Kenpachi’s, she usually shows up at the 11th barracks with a cake to share to celebrate both their birthdays.

Ikkaku Madarame: for the better time they’ve been knowing each other, he just passively tolerated her, enjoying her little shows from time to time but never payed too much attention to the new lieutenant of the 7th squad. Then Mira came to ask his help in renovating the warehouse for Iba’s birthday gift and since the process took quite some time, they had the chance to spend time together, getting to know each other during those long crafty nights of recycling furniture. He is now heavily crushing on her and gets a little shaky and mildly flustered when she’s around, with Yumichika largest amusement. Mira has always appreciated her fellow colleague and was glad to have the chance to build up some kind of relationship with him but she’s genuinely confused by his friendly yet shifty and sometimes awkward behaviour towards her (she’s not good in getting the hint).

Yumichika Ayasegawa: oh the tea they spill. They don’t meet very often but when they do the amount of information they share can compete with the finest Seieitei’s intelligence. Sometimes they go shopping together. Yumichika tries his best to create opportunities for Ikkaku to be there when Mira comes over.

If you managed to read this far, thank you 💕

Some captains/ lieutenants are missing to the list but I already have them written, maybe I will add them in some future post.

Definitely expect more drawings about Mira’s adventures. I have more on the making (like about her zampakuto and other stuff.

I hope you enjoyed this little piece of my imagination,

✨comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated ✨

[ri-afan]

By the way, when ghosts and Ancients appear, should there be any visual effects and sensations? Like Frostbite? A drop in temperature? Surfaces becoming crusted with ice?

For example, a headcanon on Danny who is a cosmic Ancient, an eldritch, a cryptid, a ghostly entity. How would all of this affect him showing up next to a human?

(By the way?)

Oooh 😯 Should there be? Probably not, it would take away the whole invisibility sneak thing they got going on.

But in charged situations? If they want to tip over a bit more to spooky? If it’s just spooky for humans but it’s actually more of a ghost greeting? Hell yeah, I’ll ascribe to it. It can even be tweaked with the emotion they want to enter with, like if they’re pissed or if they are trying to calm things down or if it’s relatively neutral. Coin toss/dice roll on whether it’s different for all, similar based on core type, same for type but application is different based on strength, or just boiled down to general ghostliness.

(Or is this all based off auras and if so, can ghosts physically manipulate theirs and what’s the effects of that? Or does Everyone have one and ghosts/effected people are the only ones who can see/manipulate theirs? Oof, idk. Too many thoughts in the head!)

For one we know/could squeeze into the idea naturally from the show: Clockwork. As Ancient of Time, Clockwork likely messes with time on arrival. It’s probably the least hassle for Clockwork if it’s pausing time than anything else, hence the medallions when the ghost goes to people to pull them out of the pause. (And easiest to keep track of/not melt peoples minds with.)

For Danny… If it’s not a drop in temp because of the whole ghostly/ice core phenomenon and assuming you don’t want two of the same with Frostbite… and you want to go cosmic/space… maybe there’s auditory/speaking issues, like gaps and suppression, or a slight feeling of breathlessness because space is a vacuum? (Isn’t space cold too? Could be an interesting bait and switch if people kept thinking Ice and he pulls up one day with the power of the sun and manipulation of space.) Or if Danny is made an Ancient of Space it could also be feeling an odd pressure, like if you’re temporarily feeling too big or small in your body. Or or! Feeling gravity more or less than what you should be at the time.

If not a space/cosmic thing and you’re going with Phantom being a spirit of Protection then I would have it add a layer of feelings/reactions (specifically not changing any other feelings or otherwise altering minds) based on where the human would fall on his scale of morals: too much on the bad side and you feel trepidation and apprehension, in the good side you may feel safety, courage, or whatever. (The human’s placement on the scale would not be a conscious thing and the deciding factor is more multifaceted as Phantom grows. So long as Phantom is strong and resolute in his morals, you could probably use the reactions to gauge other people.)

Now, Danny-as-human Danny? I’m a sucker for either he’s just Some Guy or Predator Instinct, but it’s not sudden or a big rush of adrenaline. It’s something uncanny for sure because you look at the guy and you don’t know what’s wrong because visually there’s nothing wrong, but the vibes are off. (😅 scary dog vibes but the dude is like a retriever or shepherd or something — scares off the creeps at college parties and he’s long since stopped questioning why he’s invited to the parties. If he’s aware of it, he’d be the guy that sits next to or walks by a girl and then reveals that she was being stalked by a creep but it looks like he’s gone now, so have a nice day/makes sure you are safe and aware)

Like a Big Cat: it’s a predator and can kill you easily and maybe without meaning to, but also… they’re big kitties and you see videos of humans booping their snoots, holding their murder mittens, petting them and whatever. Those zookeeper-class of folks who understand the risks and works with the animals instead of against them. Some people can’t shake off that prey instinct but others are there despite it.

Hit or Miss whether aliens/super powered folks will feel it (looking at the Justice League for crossover fans) for the Human-Danny, but I’d say it’s rare for anyone to be immune to Phantom Effects.

Hope this was to your satisfaction cause this tickled my brain nicely

[chimkin-samich]

Little fun thing Feral sketch out and i colored

Tari is much more buff than in the usual au’s here for the pure fact of her work, she is a researcher who focuses on mythical creatures both “wild” and “civil”, she tends to be out in the wild often and also built up the muscle to help with dealing with bigger and more likely stronger creatures, plus gotta hold the large baby creatures if need lmao

Her scar was from a baby sphinx that was brought to the facility after being found to be orphaned, it was very skittish and nervous but she managed to coax it out of its hiding place to give it a check up, unfortunately another coworker startled it and it got a good smack on her face, it was apologetic and from there she pretty much trusted her to do check ups, she saw it as win-win the little one trusts her and she got a cool scar out of it lol

As to how she ends up in the boys little hidden village, she had befriended Freddy, a werebear, who was looking to go back home after adopting Gregory, so she decided to tag along, get out of the big city and get some potential research so she why not go along. The village “chief” is pretty much just female green dragon that can shift between human, antho dragon, to large dragon, that is the protecter of the forest, decides if shes a friend of her old friend Freddy, than she can stick around

Moon was the patrol who brought them in and also just to mess with him she tells him Tari can room with him and the other 2 during her trail period, if she passes they can find her a place of her own after that. Moon was obviously not happy but had to go along, drops her off with Eclipse and lets him set her up in their place and then show her around town and as well as any potential jobs she can help with and is interested in.

Eclipse startles her with his massive size on accident lol, she was distracted waiting for him to come down (they live in a large tree house) and when she turned to look at him when she hears him land she did NOT expect the large towering figure sdjknfl

The other glamrocks are involved here as well! Chica’s appearance is slightly different, no feather on the arms, their textured like her legs but they have feathers coming off the sides (like a velociraptor) she is another patrol… everyone is scared when shes looking for info because she will chase you down to get it

Roxanne is one of the dragons guards and warriors and shes built like the classic hunching werewolf, Vanessa is also part of the dragon guard

Monty we still haven’t decided but hes well known as the crocodilian who swears hes a gator lmao, his game design is clearly a croc 😭 his snoot is croc shape not gator no matter how much they try to say it isnt ddsjkfnkn

And sketch below the readmore as always

[monsterfloofs]

Ary (Female Reptilian Alien) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

(Writing some cuteness about two beings out in space >:3 Platonic luff or romantic luff, I am leaving it up to you, dear reader. )

Space is cold. That's the first thing that gets drilled into your skull once you become a spacefarer. The glittering sky may look beautiful from afar, but it is a vacuum after all. Unprotected, Your blood would boil, your lungs would collapse and ultimately, your body would freeze over from the cold.

With all the technology at the galaxy's disposal, none is more precious, more imperative than the suit you wear and the metal transport that keeps its crew cradled below its multitude of decks.

With heat being so important, some places within the ship needed it more than others. Vegetation that couldn't grow without expensive artificial sunbeams taking precedence over other areas of the ship. Food was a necessity, and some comfort had to be given up for that precious resource. The crew's cabins were, unfortunately, one of those places where a little heat had to be forfeit for the greater good. While these areas of the ship could be on the chillier side, intelligent ingenuity would find a way to make it work.

And make it work, we did.

Chilled fingers fumbled with the controls of heating blankets before you duck your head and sneak back under the covers.

"Whew, okay, done and done."

You catch the glint of the eerie shine of an eye under the blankets before toasty fingers wrap around your own. Ary was your cabin mate, and the two of you had bonded thick as thieves due to the cold climate onboard. They were a reptilian with cold green blood and a sensitive disposition to climate change. They were one of the agriculturists, working in the hot and humid biosphere on deck five. Quick on their feet and witty in the warm sunshine. Yet, outside of that environment the cold took a toll on her. She became sluggish and tired, never without a cup of something hot, with a special biosuit that helped regulate their temperature.

The two of you huddled closer together underneath the makeshift tent. Flexing your fingers as heat returned and a dull ache settled in the joints.

"Is it just me or are the sleep cycles the coldest?" Ary's voice whispers next to you.

You laugh, "I was thinking the same thing!" You shudder and the two of you huddle closer together. You tap your watch and hold it out, dim orange light filtering into the space.

"We left off on. . ."

"Episode 6," Ary supplied eagerly, learning their head against yours. "It's where Lord Zenra discovers a stowaway on his regency ship, who is in fact Princess Ezie, who went into hiding because her homeworld was under attack and now she attempts to plead with the Lord to help save her home."

You glanced up at Ary's wide eyes, "Did you skip ahead?"

"No!" Slitted pupils flared round, "But I am pretty sure I have rewatched each episode about five times! Hit the play button already, you're killing me!" You cackle, and the two of you relax back, watching the holographic screen flicker with action until sleep comes.

You wake up nose to nose with Ary, giving a small smile, before pulling back the covers. The reptilian hisses and grumbles, pulling the blanket nest tighter around them to keep away the sudden chill.

"Are you going to get up and have breakfast with me?"

You laugh as you see the tip of her snoot peek out of the blankets.

"Do I have to?"

"If you want breakfast!" You check your com, "It'll be over in an hour or so, so we got some time still but. . ."

You could already see the snoot slowly receding back into the blankets.

"Don't need it. Need bed more."

As much as you agreed with that sentiment, someone had to be the voice of reason, "The faster you get out of bed and get breakfast, that faster you can get into the biosphere~"

Ary grumbled again, "Five more minutes, save a tray for me."

Well, that was that. You give yourself a moment to reflect on how good of a friend you are, for coercing your roommate to leave a toasty bed for a nutritious meal of something that looked somewhat edible. “That’s a pat on the back for me,” you mumble before your body decides that this is the perfect moment to do a full out shudder. You shake your head, and pick up the pace to the mess hall. The faster you can grab a cuppa something warm, the sooner you can stop shivering. You grab two plates and build up two different diet routines. One more on the heavily protein side with different kinds of dried meat and some purplish nut that you have lovingly deemed “almost almonds,” the other plate is a more varied kind, with hot rod red leafy greens, and fruit that is so grey and wrinkled, it looks as if it can’t decide if it wants to break out in mold, or if it’s too shriveled to care. It tastes a lot better than it looks. Thank goodness.

You balance the trays to a table, before you scamper back to get two piping hot mugs of something the troop calls “Space Sludge,” some beings onboard think it tastes terrible, as for you yourself, you aren’t sure if your taste buds have adapted enough to pick up what some beings abhor about the drink. It tastes like a very nutty tasting tea, as if someone threw in a whole spoonful and a half of peanut butter into it. A little odd, but it’s warm, and that’s what matters. You heard from Ary that the drink is one of those close to universal beverages. She would know, she’s part of the team working towards life sustainability on the ship. You can’t imagine what that job would be like. Referencing and re-referencing the crew to make sure that one being on board wouldn’t get poisoned by what some folks could eat a truck load of without batting an eye. It sounded terrifying.

Thinking of Ary must have summoned Ary, for you feel hands hug you from behind.

”It’s too cold out here,” She pulls you closer, nose pressed against the back of your neck which makes you start. “Cosmic creepers, your nose is an ice cube!” You wriggle to try and get away. “Stop, stop, I was just warming up!” She giggles and feigns a wide eyed snuffle as you squint at her. You do another one of the blasted full body shudders and you wriggle uncomfortably. “Brrrrrrr! You’re terrible!”

Ary sticks her purple tongue out and slides across the table to sit across from you. “At least I don’t stick my cold feet on your legs in the middle of the night.”

You grin, one shoulder raising and tilt your head, having your own evil giggle. “Ehehehehe, that was so funny though-“

“Funny for you! I woke up thinking something was grabbing my legs!”

”I can’t help it, I was asleep!” You try to explain yourself while you laugh. It was an age old conversation that the two of you ran through. This shared memory was something you would never live down. It was one of the first times the two of you had pushed your bunks together and shared a bed to keep warm. You had fallen asleep and hadn’t realized you had moved. You had been so cold it apparently woke Ary up squealing, and you had woken up in a groggy stupor. It was absolute chaos, and yet, after that you had been inseparable.

You pick at the food on your plate, pressing your lips together tightly to stop from giggling. Ary drinking from their mug. It was times like these when you two were together that the whole place fell away. It was just you and her, existing together, and nothing else seemed to really matter. The cold wasn’t a problem anymore, together the both of you seemed to diminish the effect of things. Struggles became merely challenges, something to puzzle through as a team. You wondered if she knew that, how much her presence brightened up your whole existence.

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[phoenixdown-and-fairydust]

So I currently have 3 cats. One, the sentient Rage Incarnate posing as a Studio Ghibli Soot Sprite( aka the Creature) is a ball of nerves who spooks far to easily. My Tubey Boi, is very affectionate and trusting of set people but spooks in certain situations. But the third one. Oh. My god. The third one. The Bebby,the Perma-Kitten, Little Miss Missed-the-Jump-and-Fell-Snoot-First-into-the-Fountain-of-Youth. She has no fear or shame. She is so confident, secure, and trusting that I would fight each and every one of the gods for her and her siblings( and she's right), that this absolutely dork has slept through the start of a fire alarm on my desk, making us panic when we couldn't find her in any hiding spot because she wasn't hiding, she was watching us from her nap spot as we panicked waiting for us to see and to clip on her leash and go, she has snoozed through a lightning strike less than 100 meters from our home that scattered her siblings to the four corners of the world.

SHE CONTINUES TO BE A MENACE WITH HER TRUST AND LACK OF FEAR (don't worry nothing bad happened, but on with the story)

I am currently sick. I sound like a Ring Wraith when I talk and feel like I've been kicked by a mule. I went out to buy some cold and flu meds, so i had left the apartment early. I see the Rage Sprited and the Tube, but I realized I hadn't seen the Bebby for a while. No worries, she's probably asleep in the other room. NOPE. She's not in any of her nap spots, she's not by the food, she's not in the litter box, she's not on the shelf above my bed.

Now, as established, I am sick. I am missing 95% of my vocal range. Still, i start trying to call her, getting increasingly desperate. No response. I start panicking thinking she got out into the hall, because she's an adventure kitty, but hallway parties are supervised activities, and usual she's good about asking to go out together, but sometimes she gets impatient if she thinks it's been too long and tries to slip out to force one. Now I'm thinking she slipped out into the apartment hall when I came in, and being sick and out of it I missed it, and didn't hear here mewing and running around outside. So I check the hall. No cat. But it's been a while since then, and although it's closed now, my one neoghbour on this floor annoyingly keeps propping the stairwell doors open that lead to the exterior doors. So now I think I've really fucked up and she's either gotten picked up by a neighbour or outside of the building completely. Now I'm a blubbering mess, and I sound like a Nazgûl impersonating a tea kettle in a soundproof room that someone's rapidly opening and closing the door to with how my voice is hissing and failing. Defeated, I go back in my apartment and am about to call my roommate who isn't here right now and tell her how I've fucked up and am about to start banging on doors in the building and look outside, even if it's futile to look for a pure black cat outdoors at midnight in January. I'm so scared she's hiding somewhere outside, or worse that some superstitious asshat found and hurt her for her coat colour, because this poor trusting little fool looks exactly like a Halloween cutout, and my roommate and I also have witchy aesthetics.

So I wheeze-wailing and am a disheveled mucusy mess as I'm about to hit the call button. I'm also getting really light-headed because in addition to the panic and being sick, I have a heart condition that can abruptly make me light-headed for just existing on a normal day. Now is not the time to faint so I am struggling to breathe well enough to calm down, when I hear something fall in a cupboard. Looking around the other two cats are still in eyesight and nowhere near the sound. There's another bit of rustling, then through the tiny gap that I didn't think even she could fit through, a sleek little black paw suddenly pokes out before the rest of the rest of the cat liquids her way out of that closet, blinks at me and sleepily yawns and stretches, before slinky over to investigate like she's about to say "oh no, mömther, you look awful. Have you heard of closet naps? I slept like the dead in there. Maybe it will make you feel better?"

[solarianradiance]

John: hey karkat! John: watcha up to?

Karkat: FIRST OF ALL. Karkat: IF YOU ARE GOING TO INVADE ANOTHER. ENTITIES ABODE THAT IS HIS HIVE. Karkat: I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO AT LEAST HAVE THE COURTESY OF KNOCKING ON HIS RESPITE BLOCKS DOOR. Karkat: LEST HE RIGHTFULLY BLOW YOUR INCONSIDERATE AND EMPTY FUCKING SKULL CLEAN OFF YOUR CLEARLY INEFFECTIVE SHOULDER OUT OF BEING STARTLED BY YOUR SUDDEN APPEARANCE.

Karkat: DO YOU PEOPLE JUST NOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF PRIVATE PERSONAL SPACE AND WHY IT'S RUDE TO JUST COME AND GO ONTO OTHER PEOPLES PROPERTY WITHOUT PERMISSION LIKE THAT? Karkat: ITS GOD DAMN BARBARIC YOU UNMANNERED JACKASS!!!

Karkat: BUT TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION, BECAUSE I KNOW YOU WILL ASK IT AGAIN. Karkat: IM DRAWING MY HUMANSONAS.

John: your human...sonas? John: you're being a furry, but with humans?

Karkat: I AM GOING TO PRETEND I DIDNT JUST HEAR THAT AND SAVE US BOTH THE RAGE INDUCED VIOLENCE YOU ARENT WORTH THE EFFORT OF. Karkat: INSTEAD I SHALL GIVE YOU THE BREAKDOWN OF WHY I AM DOING THIS. Karkat: IT IS NOT A FURRY THING. Karkat: IT IS A THERAPY THING.

Karkat: SEE I PROMISED KANAYA ON HER WRIGGLING DAY I WOULD TRY AND MANAGE MY ANGER BETTER. Karkat: WHICH MEANT SEEING A THERAPIST. Karkat: SO BASICALLY WASTE MY TIME HASHING IT OUT WITH A DUMB BLONDE LAVENDER BIMBO THAT SHES MARRIED TO FOR A COUPLE HOURS OF HOURS EVERY WEEK. Karkat: WE WERE NOT GETTING ANYWHERE FOR THE FIRST FEW NIGHTS. Karkat: WHICH I KNEW WOULD HAPPEN BECAUSE ITS FUCKING STUPID AND SHE KNEW IT. Karkat: THEN SHE SUGGESTED THAT I USE AN AVATAR OF MY OWN MAKING TO ROLEPLAY IT OUT AS ANOTHER PERSON. Karkat: WHICH, YKNOW, IM GOOD AT. SO I VERY CALMLY SAID Karkat:"Fuck it, why not?" Karkat: SO I STARTED DRAWING THEM AS SOON AS I GOT UNSTUCK FROM THEIR HOME, JUST SO I COULD WALK THROUGH THE MIND OF A HUMAN THAT SWAPPED HIVES WITH ME.

John: that sound like something rose would suggest. John: glad you're at least trying to hold to your promise, don't see a whole lotta that these days.

John: but now i gotta ask. John: why are you drawing two of em?

Karkat: WHAT PART OF "You are being rude." DO YOU NOT COMPREHEND? Karkat: DONT JUST LOOK AT THINGS THAT ARE NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!

John: you said humansona's John: as in plural. John: you're not exactly hiding anything anyways. John: it's right there for all the world to see. John: no need to be krabby about it.

Karkat: I AM NOT BEING KRABBY! Karkat: I AM BEING PATIENT TOWARDS YOUR ASININE BEHAVIOR! Karkat: BECAUSE Karkat: I AM LITERALLY INSIDE MY OWN PRIVATE FUCKING BEDROOM YOU GASLIGHTING PIECE OF SHIT! Karkat: THAT WAS THE WHOLE POINT OF ME BEING IN HERE TO BEGIN WITH! Karkat: TO KEEP MY AFFAIRS PRIVATE! Karkat: WHICH YOU AND EVERY OTHER GOD DAMN SNOOT SERPENT BEHEMOTH OF THE SAVANNAH SEEM HELLBENT ON MAKING PUBLIC! Karkat: YOU UTTERLY INVASIVE AND ABOUT TO BE ASSBUSTED GHOST!

John: ...

John: well. John: exscuuuuse me for taking an interest in my obviously isolated friend.

Karkat: ...

Karkat: YOUVE BEEN HANGING AROUND TEREZI VRISKA AND MEENAH TOO MUCH LATELY. Karkat: TO HELL WITH IT. Karkat: HERE. Karkat: I WAS ABOUT FINISHED DRAW THEM ANYWAYS. Karkat: GAZE UPON MY THE WORKS OF MY IMAGINATION AS TO WHAT I WOULD BE LIKE IF I WAS HUMAN!

John: holy crap karkat! John: these are really good! John: i didn't know you were such a capable artist! John: i'm actually impressed.

Karkat: WELL. Karkat: THATS THE FUNNY THING. Karkat: YOU THINK YOU KNOW A PERS-

John: you said these were your humansonas? John: for therapy? John: why do you have 2? John: and why is one of them a girl?

Karkat: WHAT? Karkat: IS THAT NOT ALLOWED? Karkat: I CAN EXPLORE MY FEMININE SIDE IF I WANT.

Kanaya: In Case You Are Wondering Kanaya: I Too Made A Humansona

John: AAA!!!!!!

Kanaya: BLEEEH!!!!!!

John: KANAYA! John: how long have you been in here with us?!

Kanaya: The Whole Time! Kanaya: Did You Not Know I Was In Here?

John: NO!

Karkat: SEE?! Karkat: THIS RIGHT HERE. Karkat: THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. Karkat: THIS IS EXACTLY WHY YOU KNOCK AND ASK BEFORE ENTERING ANOTHER PERSONS RESPITE BLOCK. Karkat: CUZ ITS AS RUDE AS IT IS DANGEROUS. Karkat: YOURE LUCKY IT WAS KANAYA AND I AND NOT SOMEONE LIKE EQUIUS. Karkat: WHO WOULD REFLEXIVELY PUNCH YOU INTO GORE UPON BEING STARTLED. Karkat: SO SAY IT WITH ME. Karkat: WHEN YOU ENTER ANOTHER PERSONS ABODE... Karkat: FUCKING KNOCK FIRST.

[riley-coyotl]

My poor sweet Juniper has had a very rough week :(

tl;dr: Juni sliced her paw open pretty bad at the river, and had to endure her first ever ER vet visit to be stitched up, which involved a traumatic needle-stabbing incident during the sedation process (they missed the vein ~10 times...) A day later, she managed to get around her cone collar and rip out her stitches overnight, so she had to go BACK to the vet (thankfully this time her regular vet who she's familiar with) to get sedated and stitched up again, with a bandage on her foot for good measure this time, and a different cone that better accommodates her long snoot and teeny little neck. She is a very sad little doggie about it.

Details under the cut:

We took the dogs for their first river swim of the year, didn't even stay long because the water level was too high, and then while we were packing up to leave, noticed Juni was floating her back left paw in the air like it was hurt. Discovered she had a pretty big gash in her foot above her paw pad. No insignificant amount of blood. Took her home, cleaned it up... determined it definitely needed professional cleaning and probably stitches.

So Juni had to go get stitched up at the emergency vet--a vet she's never been to before, and has never met anyone there (and normally, Juni has trazodone + gabapentin on board for anxiety when she goes to the vet, but of course she didn't this time since it was an emergency and we didn't have time for meds to take effect.) To their credit, they were wonderful with her, very kind, patient, and knowledgeable on dealing with anxious dogs with Stranger Danger, and let us do most of the handling (everything possible) so she was comfortable being examined. To Juni's credit, she was very brave and very good, and I'm so so proud of her. She was quite nervous, but she did a great job relying on all her training and seeking comfort in us. She even did much better with the emergency handling by strangers than I anticipated.

Unfortunately, when it came time to stick her to sedate her so she could be stitched up, they had a hard time finding her vein with the needle. Poor Juni was shaking, had to be stabbed over 10 times before they successfully got her, and by now she had freaked out, struggled, sprayed anal gland juice, the whole nine yards. Legitimately, I think this was probably the worst day of her life. :(

Everything else went fine, and we even took advantage of her being sedated anyways to get some routine bloodwork done. Everyone at the ER loved her despite her wanting nothing to do with them. She's a scared doggie, but she's a good doggie.

Took her home, she sulked about her predicament all night. She had a normal "happy visit" appointment scheduled at her regular vet, and we chose to keep the appointment to let her experience the usual routine and nice doctor she's used to. It went well, I think it was good for her to have that experience to contrast with her scary one.

Later, overnight, Juni somehow managed to get around her cone and rip out all her stitches, and so the next morning she had to go back to the vet for the third day in a row, to get stitched up again. This time at least, she was able to see her regular vet and did MUCH better with her. We take her for regular happy visits there and practice cooperative care handling with our vet that she's familiar with, and this appears to have paid off even in the case of emergency handling where cooperative care was not feasible (she's not up to the point in her training where she will accept an IV stick from the doc.) No struggling this time, they got her vein on the first try, and they fixed her up, re-stitched the wound, bandaged it for good measure, and got her a cone collar that fit her better (long snoot, tiny neck...it's surprisingly hard to find!) While sedated, she also got the last two vaccines she needed done this year (lyme and flu.) Still, even though it went really well, I'm sure that was quite stressful for her.

Poor Juni has been pretty sad, she's really not happy having to wear the cone, and it is breaking my heart every time she stares at me with her sad face asking for my help to free her from being "trapped" and being unable to help her. She is gradually getting used to having to wear the cone, adjusting to it, but man. What a week. And no swimming, and reduced activity until her foot is all better...just sad :(

We are considering getting her spay done during her recovery for her foot so we can overlap recovery times, reducing the Total Suffering Time for her. We'll see.

Pics above are as follows:

1. Juni right after her injury, when I discovered she was hurt

2-3. Juni seeking reassurance at the ER vet

4. Juni practicing putting on + wearing the vet muzzle while we waited for them to come sedate her

5-7. Zonked Juni, waiting for her to wake up from sedation

8. Juni being sad after her ER vet visit

9. Juni being sad after having to get her foot re-sutured

10. Juni imploring me to help her because she's "trapped" :(

[snootlestheangel]

Ghost - “Looks worse than it feels.”

I may have cried while writing this...

Anyways, more of one of the boys on Bailey babysitting duty! Ghost bonding time because I need to heal her *insert image of young little baby Snoots here*

Simon found he enjoyed the time he got to spend with Bailey. She was incredibly smart, and he loved listening to her ramble about her latest learning experience, even if sometimes the subject matter went over his head. To him, it was fascinating, watching the gears turn in her head as her eyes shined with passion as she spoke. And when she got really excited, she would lean into her words, her hands gesturing with emphasis. There was so much innocence in her, so much gentleness and kindness, her heart so badly wounded yet not broken.

But there were still bad days.

Days where Simon's heart would break every time he saw her. Days where he would see ghosts of scrawny Riley boys, begging for scraps just to survive. There were days where she was so jumpy, her wide eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. She had so much left to learn, and her trust had been so badly damaged. There were days where Simon learned to broadcast his movements and intentions, and in Bailey's eyes were visions of his brother clinging to his side and looking at him for guidance. Looking to Simon for comfort, for some sign that it was gonna be okay. Days where Simon couldn't ignore the way all her clothes seemed to swallow her, how bony she still was and how small she seemed. So tiny against a scary world.

He had days where he couldn't look at her without feeling like he was looking in some funhouse mirror of his past.

Those days scared him the most.

This day, Simon felt off. He was extra antsy, despite how at ease Bailey seemed. She was in good spirits, happily watching the latest science documentary that sparked her interest. But for some reason, Simon couldn't sit still, couldn't shake the feeling there was some unseen threat.

And maybe he hated the way his heart sank when her pant leg lifted to revealed a nasty bruise.

"Oh, bug, what 'appened 'ere?" He asked, gently touching her knee so he can get a good look at the purple black bruise along her shin. Bailey looked down at it, shrugging her shoulders and lightly tracing a finger around the edges.

'Tripped the other day and slammed my shin against something. It looks awful, but I just bruise easy these days. Ya know, the anemia?" She responded calmly. Simon huffs and wraps his hand around her fingers as she tries to poke at the dark bruise. Worry creased his brow, and Bailey leaned against him as she noticed his concern.

"It looks worse than it feels, honest." She said, and Simon let out a soft breath, an echo of a voice no longer his own ringing in his ears at her words.

'I promise it doesn't 'urt that bad, Mum." His mother looked over at him, worry evident on her face and her eyes shone with unshed tears. She took a deep breath before setting down the wet rag she had been using to dab at his bleeding, swollen lip. Biting back tears, his mother wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding his head close against her chest so he can listen to the strong beat of her heart.

Simon just frowned at her words, and settled on covering the bruise and trying to focus his attention back on the documentary. Bailey shifted, scooting closer to him and resting her head against his shoulder. Simon looked down at her, his heart hammering in his chest as his anxiety swelled.

She looked so tired and there was nothing he could do for her.

He felt so helpless.

"I'm fine, Simon, I promise." His mother lied, waving him off and trying to get him to go back to bed.

"You're crying in the bathroom again." He had simply stated, standing in the doorway looking almost lost. His mother sighed, sniffled and wiped her nose before she finally looked up at him. Her eyes were puffy and red, dark circles clinging to the edges. She was so tired, yet she still smiled at him. It was warm and comforting, yet barely masked her exhaustion.

There was nothing he could do.

"You know you remind me of someone." Simon mumbled, and Bailey looked up at him, pouting slightly with confusion.

"You remind me of my mum." Bailey's eyes lit up, and she sat up a bit to cock her head at Simon.

"Really?" She asked eagerly, and Simon couldn't help the soft smile that formed.

"Yeah. You seem really happy about that."

"Well, yeah. I mean, it's your mom. She made and raised you, so to be told I remind you of her is a big deal. It means a lot." Bailey replied honestly, her dark eyes earnest and burning into him. Simon let out a small laugh, looking away as he was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.

"What exactly about me reminds you of her? I'm just curious." Bailey whispered, quietly sinking back into the couch as Simon thought.

"I wish I were half as strong as you, Simon." His mother whispered into his poorly trimmed hair. Simon pressed his face further into her chest, tears burning his eyes. He loved her, so much, and in his young mind, he couldn't think of any reason why his mum wouldn't believe she's twice as strong as him.

"Your strength. You and Mum have got to be the strongest people I've ever known." Simon answered, feeling almost short of breath as his throat constricted. He looked over at Bailey, only to be met with a frown. He could see the gears turning in her head, overworking the words. Tears formed in her eyes, and she sniffled a bit.

"But I'm really not." She whispered, and something snapped in Simon as he turned to face her. He put his hands on her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes as he tried to fight back the emotions bubbling up in his chest.

"I am going to tell you something I never got to tell Mum. Something I really wish I had told her, okay?" Bailey nodded earnestly, fingers nervously working the edge of the blanket.

"You are strong because you are here. You had every reason and every right to give up. To let the world take you. But you didn't let it. You kept fighting each day to make it to the next. You keep working hard to make progress even when it's incredibly difficult and you feel like all odds are against you. You are here, and your heart is still good. Still full of love despite every horror you've been put through. That is what makes you stronger than anyone else. That is why you are strong." His voice broke, giving way to the emotions he fought so hard to hold back. Bailey sniffled, quickly burying her face against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. He squeezed her tightly, resting his head against hers as he tried to even his breathing.

"Promise me you'll tell me when it does hurt?" The echo of his mother's voice rang through his, and Bailey nodded against him.

And when he closed his eyes tightly, just sitting and holding her, Simon swore he could feel his mum's arms wrapping around him once again.

Maybe, just maybe, she gave him some of her strength for a day like this.

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Marie!

@regicidalheart Your request was for your OC Madeline in the Valicer In The Dark verse, as a young teen out with her dog that the trio had to save from a mugging or the like -- and I was only too happy to comply! XD Here's my favorite crime trio learning all about the local version of Maddie and her doggo Scout -- hope you enjoy!

--

“...thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Alice replied simply, wiping the blood off her blade with a well-stained cloth. “Not like we could just pass by when we saw that wretch attempting to separate you from your purse.”

“Especially after he kicked your dog,” Victor added, scowling. “I hate people who do that.”

The girl – who looked creepily like a younger version of herself, Alice noted – smiled faintly at that, said abused pooch – a solid-looking brown dog with a pointy black snoot – sitting by her side and regarding them cautiously. “I, um, I got that impression after you blasted him into a nearby wall. I’m surprised he got back up after that. I thought for sure the Bell was going to ring.”

“Some people are just blessed with good healing and solid constitutions,” Alice said, examining her own miraculously-unscarred hand and recalling a fire that should have taken it from her. “Not always the ones you want to be, of course, but...”

“That’s up to nature and the gods,” Smiler picked up, favoring their rescuee with a grin. “But enough about that – I’m Smiler, and this is Alice and Victor! We’re the Three Pillars!” They offered their hand. “Who are you, and how are you doing? I hope that arse didn’t hurt you.”

“I’m Madeline – and no, he didn’t have the chance,” the girl said, taking their hand with a touch of trepidation. “Poor Scout’s the only one who got a boot to the side.”

The dog whined, almost on cue. “I see – poor Scout indeed,” Smiler agreed, keeling down and holding out their hand for Scout to sniff. “I’m not an animal doctor, but I do know a few things about bruises – and being kicked,” they added with a faint chuckle. “I could take a look at it for you.”

“Or, if you prefer, we could just walk you back home, then leave you in peace,” Victor added, with a small smile of his own.

Madeline winced, and Scout whined, rubbing his – Alice was pretty sure it was a “him,” anyway – head against her leg. “Uh – that – that would be kind of hard,” she muttered into her collar. “I don’t really have a home anymore.”

“What?” Alice tucked away both cleaning cloth and knife, folding her arms in concern. “Why not?”

“What happened?” Smiler asked, instantly on the alert for unhappiness to squash.

“My father...he...” Madeline sniffled, suddenly looking rather younger than the fifteen years Alice guessed her to be. “I’m – I’m devil-cursed, according to him. I keep hearing things nobody else does, or seeing things that aren’t there...it’s not like I want to, but I can’t make it stop, either! I’ve tried, but it never works! Every time, I slip up and answer a question nobody asked, or – or end up screaming over some Horror that doesn’t actually exist!” Scout licked her hand, and she rubbed the dog’s head. “Father paid all sorts of people to come look at me, but none of them could make it stop either. So he finally said that he wasn’t going to have a child that had a – a demon’s stink all over her and threw me and Scout out.” She let out a watery, humorless laugh. “If that mugger had gotten my purse, he would have been very disappointed. I don’t even have a Coin to my name.”

“Curiouser and curiouser – it seems that your good deed may have netted you a kindred spirit,” Cheshire commented, winding his way around Alice’s ankles.

I think it’s netted all of us one, Alice responded, glancing first at Victor and seeing the memories of a giant house that was never a home written all over his face, then at Smiler and the memories of their wretched bastard of a birth father all over theirs. Which means it’s a very good thing we came down this way. “Well then – I think it’s safe to say your father is a total arse,” she said aloud.

“Oh, definitely,” Smiler nodded, standing up. “You need a friend – and fortunately, I think we’re just the people for the job,” they added, trademark grin turning back on. “Why don’t you stick with us for a bit? We’d be happy to look after you and Scout.”

“We’d feel awful just letting you go off on your own,” Victor agreed. “Not if there was something we could do.”

“I...” Madeline made some faces. “I don’t know...I’m grateful for you getting rid of that mugger, but...”

“But you barely know us,” Alice filled in. “We’re not going to force you to do anything – we’d just like to see you somewhere safe if we can.”

“At least let us get you a proper hot meal,” Smiler wheedled. “We can take you over to the Golden Plum!”

Madeline’s eyes went wide. “The Golden Plum? Isn’t that place expensive?”

“Not when you’ve helped the head chef create one of the dishes of her dreams!” Smiler offered their arm. “Come on – just one meal, and we can work from there.”

“Please?” Victor said, clasping his hands before him.

Madeline squinted at them, then looked at her dog. “Scout?”

Scout circled around them and gave them all a thorough sniff – then barked once, tail wagging. Madeline smiled and took Smiler’s arm. “Okay then – but you have to tell me how you know the chef at the Golden Plum.”

“Sure – it’s a favorite story of mine,” Smiler beamed as the group moved off. “Okay, first off – have you heard of Dragon’s Bane fruit?”

[exsqueeze-me]

Hi love!!! 👋☺️💕 I'm a big fan!! If you've got the time and desire, could you do one about a human s/o reader calming down one of the Saiyans who went oozaru, then the hooman snuggling with the beeg monke, cuddling into their fur? ❤️❤️❤️

(I love the Oozaru asks and although I think I did something similar some time ago, these are too much fun!)

Goku: Very hard to get him calm. He hasn't had proper training in order to have any functional thoughts in Great Ape form. Once he is calm though, he's just kinda, no thoughts head empty. Like, he'll hold you close to his big ol snoot, let you lay on his head or shoulder, but he just kinda vibes once he's calm. Like, oh, no fighting, and a little human laying on my head, this is nice.

Vegeta: If he's in Great Ape form, it's likely a fight just happened, but he has a lot of control in this form and he (surprisingly very happily) let's you chill on his shoulder til his transformation is over. Deadass might be like "human, there's an itch on my shoulder just to the left of you, scratch it." or some shit. Will get salty if you braid his fur if you wind up on his head but won't make you take it down til he's normal size again.

Raditz: Mmmmm big monke like snuggle. He has more control in this form than Goku, but still running on instinct more than anything. Best way to get him calm after transforming is with some snacks. After that he's likely to just lay back and nap with his little human.

Bardock: Again, he has a lot of control in this form and it's likely a fight just ensued. He's rather alert until his transformation is over but he's happy to have you chill on his shoulder while he paces the area for straggling enemies. He will remind you to hold on though cause while he can catch you if you fall, he will still panik cause your very small and fragile.

Gine: Very rare for her to allow herself out on a full moon, so hard to see her in Great Ape form. She doesn't have great control, but still rather peaceful even as an Oozaru. Will probably poke and prode at you in an attempt to give the little human pets. Will probably hold you close to her face to inspect you, so it gives a great opportunity to boop the big monkes snoot.

Broly: Very little control and even harder to calm than Goku. It's honestly better to avoid him until his transformation is over, but if you happen to calm him down or convince him your not a threat, he's just kinda curious. He can't quite remember who you are in this form but he finds familiarity in your scent. Will absolutely purr very loudly if you give him head scritches.

Turles: Has a lot of control in this form but also doesn't give a fuck so is still highly violent anyway. Honestly if you're in his good books you might be able to ratatouille him while he's destroying everything on whatever planet your on. Tug his fur this way and he'll fire a ki blast and destroy this little village. Tug his fur that way and he'll crush the guy that thinks he can run away.

[honeyjars-sims]

2.20 Making It Right

Farrah: Are you sure this is safe? What if you’re being ambushed?

Chantal: It’s fine. I think.

Farrah: [screaming] AHH! What was that???

Chantal: A squirrel. I think I would’ve felt safer if I came by myself.

Lilian: Hi Chantal, thanks so much for responding to my message. This is my friend Kayla.

Kayla: It’s nice to meet you, Chantal.

Chantal: Kayla Flemming? You two know each other? Wow, Ambrose was right, you really did have someone on the inside!

Lilian: Kayla and I have known each other since we were kids. Who’s this?

Chantal: This is my best friend, Farrah.

Farrah: Shh! Don’t use my real name! Uh, I’ll just wait over there and make sure no one’s coming.

Lilian: I’m sure you’re wondering what’s going on here, so I'll just cut to the chase. A few months ago, my sister Julianne used one of the SNOOT lubes and suffered some pretty bad chemical burns. She had some nerve damage and scarring that left her in a lot of pain.

Chantal: Oh my God, that’s awful! 

Lilian: Yeah, it really is. She wanted to contact a lawyer, but she couldn’t afford to. But she knew whatever was in that lube was too caustic to be safe. She wanted to warn others, so she left a review. Ambrose contacted her and asked her to take the review down. She even offered her hush money. But my sister refused.

Chantal: Good for her! I can’t believe Ambrose did that. Well, I guess I can.

Lilian: It gets worse. Ambrose flew off the handle when she refused to remove the review. Unfortunately, my sister used her full name. A few days later, someone made an anonymous call to her job with some false accusations. She was fired and had to stop her medical treatments. We know it was someone associated with SNOOT, but we have no way to prove it. That’s when I contacted Kayla.

Kayla: I knew Ambrose was all about saving a few bucks wherever possible, so it didn’t surprise me that she was putting out harmful products. When I heard about what happened to Julianne, I had to do something to help. I offered to help her pay for a lawyer so she could get some justice. Unfortunately, we still had one other problem.

Lilian: We knew it was the lube that caused the burns, but we didn’t have any actual proof. Kayla suggested I do some recognizance by getting a job at SNOOT. She helped me craft the perfect resume, and I’ve been working on gathering evidence ever since.

Chantal: So why do you need me?

Lilian: It was the perfect plan on paper, but I’m not a detective. I was never able to get close enough to anyone important to gather the intel I needed. Then I saw you in Nico’s office late one night.

Chantal: [embarrassed] Oh. 

Lilian: Yeah. I figured I could use your...connections to my advantage. I know that sounds awful, but it was also an opportunity for me to warn you about everything that’s going on before it caused you any problems. Knowing what happened to Kayla, I had to let you know.

Chantal: Wait, what happened to you?

Kayla: I was in the same situation then as you are now. A few years back, Nico was my boss. He started flirting with me, and I was taken in by how special he made me feel. He introduced me to Ambrose and said she could help me build my career.

Kayla: [continued] But then he started putting me down and shutting me out. When I got pregnant, he sent me money for an abortion and stopped talking to me. Then Ambrose suddenly cut me out of the company we were starting. 

Chantal: I’m so sorry that happened to you. Trust me, I know now how stupid I was being by getting involved with him. 

Kayla: You’re not stupid, Chantal. You’re kind. People like Nico and Ambrose will take advantage of that kindness, but that’s their shortcoming, not yours. I know this all might sound like a personal grudge, but I also know you noticed all the red flags just like I did. We chose to ignore them, but it’s not too late now to make this right.

Lilian: I know it’s a lot to ask, but if you have any information that could help us, my sister and I would really appreciate it.

Kayla: I can give you the lawyer’s contact information if that makes you feel more comfortable. I know lawyers get a bad rep, but he’s a family man and he really fights for his clients.

Chantal: I did find some things out recently that could help your case. Nico has documents in his office that show they've been getting their ingredients from unreliable sources. And he asked me to create some receipts that show they bought them somewhere reputable. He said the originals got damaged, but I know now that was a lie. I’ll give the lawyer a call.

Lilian: Wow, that would help a lot! Do you think you'd be able to get a hold of them to make copies?

Chantal: Yeah, they're locked in his desk but I can pretend I need something from the supply closet and ask to borrow his keys. He's in a bunch of meetings during the day, so I can sneak in there during one of those if you can keep watch for me.

Lilian: Sure! Thanks so much! I know this isn’t easy for you either and you didn’t have to get involved. But I’m so grateful that you did.

Chantal: I just hope it works out…for all of us.

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[thelampisaflashlight]

Choose Your Own Bea's Adventure 5

(Previous Part Here)

Your name is Mountain, and you are an ageless, near immortal demon risen from the pit in the unholy form of a ghoul.

You've lived countless lives whilst on the surface.

You've loved and lost more times than you can count.

Once a husband.

Twice a father, perhaps more.

You can't count the ones you don't know about.

A woodcutter.

A killer.

A penitent man.

Right now, though, you're just Mountain.

You live and work on the abbey's grounds as a gardener, while also doing the lord below's bidding by performing rituals across the globe along with your pack during the touring season.

It's the off season now.

You're home.

...And you're worried out of your goddamned mind about your stupid fucking co-worker who lives in the woods.

Okay, it might be mean to call her stupid, but you can't help it if your words have more bite to them as you bound across the field separating you from the wilder parts of the abbey's grounds to rescue her dumb ass.

From the moment you picked up your phone, rattling on your bedside table, left on vibrate, and saw her name pop up on the screen, you knew it couldn't be for a "good" reason.

Any time she calls you, any time she sends more than a brief text or an outline of her schedule for the day, it's because she's done something bad.

Not always bad-bad, but it's usually bad enough to warrant a long, long talk.

And the moment you hear that nervous little titter to her voice, you know something is very wrong.

It's enough to make you sit up in bed, the mattress protesting as you squash down the already worn springs, and then when the line goes dead quiet...

"Shit, shit, shit, shit-"

You're almost to the lake when you see the fast flickering of a light in the distance on the other side and-

"BITCHASS, SNAKE MOTHERFUCKER, I'M GONNA PISS ON EVERYTHING YOU KNOW AND LOVE!"

You'd know that foul mouth anywhere.

"BEA!"

You don't hesitate to make your may around the lake, shouting all the way.

"BEA, STOP!"

"WHAT?!"

"TURN YOUR LIGHT OFF! STOP! TURN IT OFF!"

She looks between you and the large serpent looming over her with the most perturbed expression you've yet to see her make... but she stops.

The serpent shakes its head and blinks, clearing its vision, letting out a huff before coiling in on itself and lowering itself to the ground.

"...Oh thank fuck." you look at the snake, "Are you okay?"

"I'm-" Bea starts, then looks at you offended, "You're talking to the giant fucking snake??"

You pat the snake on the head as it nods, before turning your attention to Bea, who's now scooching further away from the snake and you.

"Are you okay?" you ask, offering your hand to her, but she just just scowls at you, "What?"

"Oh, so you care now?" she spits, trying, and failing, to stand up.

"I came all the way out here to help you and you-"

"Yeah! And you asked the thing that was going to fucking EAT me if it's okay before even checking to see if I was okay!"

"Because Rain is photosensitive in this form!"

"You- THAT'S RAIN?!"

...

Your name is Rain.

You're a snake right now, but normally you're a dude.

You have no idea what's going on right now.

All you remember is that you went to take a nap at the bottom of the lake and woke up to get a snack.

You swallowed a moose whole.

It was rad.

But then you heard someone running around in the woods, and you thought, "Huh, I should see what's happening."

And then you got blinded by the rapid flickering of a flashlight.

And now Mountain is here.

...Having a domestic with a woman you kind of recognize.

Mountain and her are friends(?).

Also she smacked you with a pool skimmer once because you were playing dead in the abbey's pond.

You look between the two.

[paracosmicparadox]

FFXV headcanons / expanded canons Part The Second, because again, I desire character depth like I need it to breathe and if storebought isn't available, I will make it myself with my own two hands. Find Part The First here.

Ardyn: Listens to music solely in the cabaret genre or heavy metal; you can't change my mind on this (like you're flipping through his playlist and one moment its playing Kabaret Sybarit, then it switches violently and without warning to System of a Down and just about breaks your eardrums)

His closet rivals his living room in terms of size and depth (it's concerning; people get lost in there amongst his innumerable trench coats and ruffled shirts)

No coffee, no tea, only wine. Ravus and Verstael have to listen to his drunken rambling every other night and it is ghastly

Gossips like no other

He's a hoarder. You walk into his home and there are trinkets and baubles on every surface---it's gotten quite extreme

Has breakdowns in the shower

Has journals full of half-finished poetry lying about everywhere (he references the story of Julius Caesar and Marcus Brutus a lot because of the parallels to him and Somnus, and bc at this point he doesn't really care if he digs himself deeper into that rut of grief and anger)

Can't keep a plant alive to save his life; not even a cactus

He was a theater kid once upon a time

Luna: Actually legit super athletic. You can't really see it bc her muscles don't bulge, but she can and will judo flip a man effortlessly

Has the smallest handwriting you've ever seen

She's got mad art skills; there's a work-in-progress painting or pastel piece on her desk constantly

Certified history buff. This chick can recall the most obscure bits and details of Eos's past and will infodump to you if you're willing to listen

Actually works really hard to be a good person---it doesn't come naturally to her; she's no saint and she has to make a conscious effort to be as gentle as she is on a daily basis, and that in itself makes her an excellent human being

Names each and every one of her plants

Loves bugs and takes a thrill in the fact that they kinda gross Noct out

Has the "Hydrate or Dydrate" water bottle bc she forgets and needs to remind herself to imbibe H2O

Her Pinterest account is the stuff of legends

Ravus: He's so awkward in social situations---really, he's just awkward in general, but it's most obvious when someone's trying to talk to him and he's glaring daggers straight into their soul

Before his mother died, he was the kindest child. He was the sweetheart of the family and would make flower crowns with toddler Luna and make breakfast in the mornings for his family. When he withdrew, it pained those who knew him immensely

The Super Smash Bros grandmaster (he's horrible at Mario Kart though, which frustrates him to no end)

Already has some arthritic problems in his knuckles and in his knees. He always had bad joints, but it's getting worse with the years

A pro at calligraphy and fancy lettering

His art skills are just as good if not better than Luna's. He only works in graphite and charcoal, but his drawings are the most heartwrenchingly beautiful things you've ever seen

Can regularly be found in a museum or in a library

Plays D&D on the weekends when he can with an online party (the campaign's been going on for nearly 2 years; he plays a level 8 Drow Warlock)

Aranea: Owns a motorcycle---you can't change my mind.

Mixes grenadine with everything. Champagne? She's adding grenadine. Wine? Grenadine time baby. Tequila? Gimme that sweet pomegranate syrup.

AO3 angst fics are her guilty pleasure

Probably has a pilot's license (in all honesty if it was an irl setting instead of Final Fantasy, she probably would've been in the Airforce)

Wears cologne instead of perfume because it makes her seem more roguish and she likes the scent better

She's always wanted a pet snake (one of those white pythons curious faces and boopable snoots)

Raging bisexual

Knows her way on an aerial silk like nobody's business

Major vulnerability issues (she cares so, SO deeply, but no one can EVER. KNOW. except Prompto. Prompto knows.)

Best buds with Prompto ever since the events in Niflheim at the Magitek Production Facility (they facetime each other every Wednesday)

She's a sucker for a good horror flick

[milks-thoughts]

hear me out... headcanons of Donnie having a s/o who's like Wednesday? if not then maybe him having a s/o that has problems with remembering things? have a good day/night!!!

I can’t do Wednesday, s/o would turn out like Thursday. BUT I do struggle with memory problems so yeah I can do that ^^

summary: Donnie’s s/o can’t remember shit that’s it, that’s the plot

Sticky Notes

⚛︎ homeboy is frustrated by it

⚛︎ can you really blame him? he’s a genius! and you’re forgetting when your appointments are.

⚛︎ so, he starts leaving you sticky notes. Some small like ‘ Doctors Appointment at 12 PM ‘

⚛︎ if you miss those, he’ll make you your own AI to remind you

⚛︎ like a second S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. someone to keep you company and remind you of things

⚛︎ you learn to love it…eventually…he just wants to make your life easier!

⚛︎ You hummed as you got a email “ hey Angelica, set a reminder for 10 AM, April 17th that I have a meeting to go to “ the A.I. beeped a “ of course “ before hearing that all familiar ding! of a notification. Donnie made Angelica for you and a first you hated her, but she’s grown on you. especially because she’s taken the form of a beloved animal, you adored Angelica now. Speaking of your softshell boyfriend he was at your door, you stood up and opened the door. his three fingered hand rested on your cheek as you touched foreheads. You placed a hand on his before kissing his snoot and closing the door “ I hope Angelica 2.5 has been working correctly “ you nodded “ shes been very helpful “ the robot walked over and beeped at Donnie, which scratched her head. You smiled and opened your apartments windows. The spring air filtering in, you turned and smiled at Donnie who was looking at you with a lovesick look. You felt your cheeks get warm before you sat back down. “ I was just wrapping up work my love “ you smiled at Donnie who flushed at the nickname, he mumbled before sitting down. He smiled “ Angelica 2.5, set a reminder for 5 PM on April 20th for date night “ the familiar “ of course “ and ding! filled the space as you stared at him with a blushy face. He only cheekily grinned back.