#Cuddlesworth

[erika-cuddlesworth]

My Birthday is tomorrow, so I drew Erika, as is the tradition. Sorry for not drawing anything recently, I've just been depressed and inspiration never came easily for me to begin with. I hope you all are having a great year so far.

[theworkshopmann]

Mayor Cuddlesworth

Oh my Goodness! It's the Mayor of Pyroland, Mr Cuddlesworth! Oh wait, its just a hat shaped like him, seems the actual mayor right now is facing multiple charges of fraud, bribery and possibly 20+ charges of manslaughter.

Type: Cosmetic/misc

Class: ALL-CLASS

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in game: No

This cosmetic was made by Steam users Pie_Savvy, Strno8 / Patrezak and Diva Dan. Posted on November 26th 2020, you can vote for this here!

[waruland]

frick you *anthros your feral dogs*

and i made cuddlesworth lighter because i do what i want sue me

[adorable-deku]

my cat's legal name: Duchess Von Cuddlesworth

my cat's around the house name: Lil thing

my cat's name when she has a fucking attitude: Little Miss Thing

[oneshotnewbie]

Can we get a part 2 to the station 19 cancer post please? It was really good and made me cry haha

⚠️Trigger warning!⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of cancer, throwing up and some swear words. These plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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Light.

Your eyes burned from the bright light that the sun drew across the room in powerful rays. You tried to run sideways in the armchair you were sitting in, but this was thwarted by the many tubes attached to your arms and chest.

A breathing tube under your nose sprayed tickling air into it. Chemical substances spread through your veins in your body and poisoned you. Numerous devices around you, which controlled your vital signs, beeped in an unstoppable rhythm and kept you trapped in a position that you could not stand for much longer.

Your back hurt, your already weak body exhausted from the strenuous treatments.

Your sparkling eyes had lost all luster and stared emotionless at the fast line displayed on the screen next to you. Where once your thin, soft hair was, there was only bare skin over which a cold breeze blew and made you shiver.

Birds were loudly singing outside. Children laughed and romped happily on the opposite playground of the kinder garden but your happiness had long since died out. Every week, you sat in the same chair at the farthest corner of the white room, vegetating away.

You kept seeing the same faces talking. You had not spoken a single word to anyone before, did not even know the names of the nurses. But you did not care, you were not here to make friends or make new acquaintances.

Battling. Surviving. That was high on your priority list.

You were simply trying to endure it in silence, hoping that with each new session the side effects would disappear.

Four weeks ago, the horror had started and you remembered exactly how the first day of autumn had hit you. The side effects dragged on after the first few minutes of the first dose, nosebleeds and vertigo followed immediately afterwards.

Since then, unconsciousness and the pallor of your strength has haunted you with every new breath you took.

"Oye, mi preciosa," (Hey, my precious). You narrowed your eyes sullenly as the soft and husky voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Wearily, you looked at the source of the noise after receiving a loving kiss on your temple. It was Andy, who knelt in front of you short after, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "What are you doing here? I thought nobody was allowed to-"

"Fire department status," her gaze wandered to your port access, which ran along the left under your collarbone and took a deep breath. She had seen this on you several times before, but the paler your skin got from battling that pesky disease, the stronger it seemed to pop out into her eyes. "Besides, I have my secret sources"

Andy quickly averted her fixed and anxious eyes from it and got back on her feet. "Bailey?" you asked, getting a simple nod as an answer before your best friend conjured up a small stuffed teddy bear from behind her back, making you smile before you tried to reach for it.

As soon as you had the little white polar bear in your hand, you examined it. He was no bigger than the size of your head and wore a fire suit with a matching helmet. On it, a self-applied number showing the date you were born and your last name in white letters.

"This is Mr. Cuddlesworth," the Spaniard began to speak while she walked away from you. You looked after her questioningly, seeing her asking a nurse at the small counter for a folding chair. A smirk creased on your pale lips, realizing that she was not just here for a short visit but apparently intended to stay here for a longer period of time. Andy came back gratefully and continued with her statement. "He will be your cute little helper when I can not accompany you"

"Thank you, Andy. That means a lot to me"

She took your hand in hers and held it tight, rubbing small tickling circles on the back of your hand with her thumb. "I do not know how much longer I can take this," you confess to her in a moment of total silence. Tears welled up in your eyes, the tiredness that enveloped your soul like a membrane struggling to the fore.

You felt your life slowly fading away. Every breath became heavier, rattling noises leaving your throat. You did not even have the strength to clear your throat. Every time you tried to get air into your lungs, they only filled a quarter full. Your innermost self resisted the negative thoughts, but your body went on strike, leaving you with closed eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks. "I do not want to die"

"You will survive, mi amor," she hugged you comfortingly to damp your distress and fear. Gently, she spoke positive affirmations alternating between her mother tongue and American language, but you could feel slow tears falling down on your cold head while her chest trembled next to you. "You are the strongest woman I have ever met in my life"

You too clung to the last straw of hope that was bestowed on you from all sides, but with each passing day the insecurity gnawed at you. Even if you healed completely and your cancer did not recur after a period of time, you would never lead the same life.

It had already died with the diagnosis.

"So Mrs. L/n, your first cycle is over and you are done for today. You can go home," the nurse interrupted in your intimate embrace, patiently waiting for you to be unplugged from any systems. Andy excused herself and quickly stepped aside before pulling out her phone and frantically typing on her phone.

After they flushed your port, you struggled to push yourself off the chair with your remaining strength. The onset of tiredness after chemo was clearly noticeable. Your best friend put her arms carefully around your waist to support you as you both walked slowly towards the exit, your eyes darting on the floor the entire time as you rested your head on her shoulder.

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Andy quickly unlocked the door of your apartment as she dragged you along, her arms wrapped tightly around your body as if she had to hold you together so you would not fall apart. "Here we are, I will put you to bed right away,"

You nodded, unable to speak. You had not said anything since the hospital, had almost fallen asleep on the car ride if the young firefighter had not driven over every hill she saw on the road.

Putting the key on the dresser and tossing her bag dryly in the corner, she walked with you into your bedroom and laid you down. "Do you need something?" the brunette started with her responsible tasks towards you and began to take off your shoes.

"Go to work, I will be fine" was your weak and almost whispered answer as you sprawled out on your bed. Squeezing the soft pillow comfortably under your head, you held it tightly with both hands.

"I took today off. I will take care of you," she spoke softly, pulling a thick blanket over your trembling and sweaty body; the side effects of the chemotherapy already starting to show. Her warm hand brushed some stray strands of hair away from your face and followed the curves of your body until her hand rested on the outsides of your pelvis, stroking it encouragingly.

A strong growl caught her attention off guard and made her chuckle. Your entire face wrinkled at the sound and the uncomfortable feeling stretching in your stomach, which is why you hid deeper in the covers. "Bonita, have you eaten anything today?"

"No, but I am not hungry anyway"

"You have to eat something," she lectured you immediately, getting up from her seat. Andy was already on her way to the kitchen when she turned back to you. "Try to relax a little. I will be right back"

Vanishing from the room, she remained optimistic about getting you a sensible and healthy lunch even though you had nothing in the fridge to use up. Ever since the chemotherapy started, you have not had the energy to pursue your favorite pastime- cooking.

With a lot of creativity and a slightly slimmed down recipe, the brunette conjured up a warm soup for you. It would fill you up with a few types of vegetables in it, had enough vitamins and gave you strength, but it was not difficult to swallow.

Filling it into a small bowl, she walked back to you with slow steps, so as not to spill anything. But she stopped in the doorway and casted a feeble look down at you. In the meantime she cooked something for you, your eyes closed and you had completely disappeared under the covers, that were up to your nose. Andy heard soft, rattling breaths and watched as the sheet moved up and down in even movements.

Andy quickly brought the soup back to the kitchen before she carefully lay down next to you on the free space. Her head lowered tenderly onto yours as she wrapped an arm around you and rubbed your arm compassionately.

Worries spread through her again; she did not know about you or your state of health at the moment. You did not want to answer any questions about it, you kept quiet about your illness, although everyone around you could see more and more that your strength was dwindling. Soft tears rolled down the bridge of her nose as her body trembled gently against yours.

She was not ready to let you go.

[moon-alight]

Hello dear, I’m not sure if requests are open but if so can I request Yuma as a boyfriend? I was looking thru you’re masterlist and he’s the only one that doesn’t have the as a boyfriend 😂. If requests aren’t open then just trash this. Ty 🖤

Thank you for requesting! ❤️ Yuma is my Bias Wrecker and I absolutely love him so I'm excited for this one! (My requests are always open lol)

Masterlist

&Team Yuma as your boyfriend

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 733

CRUSH PHASE

-Believe it or not but Yuma definitely is the most confident one of the bunch whenever he has a crush on someone.

-He's also the most genuine and tries to get closer to you through observing and doing little things for you

-I believe you are in the same friendgroup so when you all hang out and he sees you struggling with opening something, he will help you in a heartbeat

-The sweetest guy on this planet, I'm telling you

-Whenever you are saying something and someone else interrupts you, he will make sure you get to finish you story

-Easily head over heels

-Will confess to you when he is confident enough you like him back

-He had seen the signs of course. You'd blush whenever he complimented you or you'd stutter if he touched your hand slightly.

DATING PHASE

-That sweet guy I was just talking about, remember him? GONE!

-Yuma is and will always be a little menace in my head so expect a lot of teasing from him!

-But only he can tease and bully you. If anyone else does it. . . he becomes so protective over you

-The epitome of 'touch her and you die'

-Tries to be the coolest guy but only shows his soft side to you and you only

-Very clingy in private and always has to hold you one way or another

-The kind of person to wait until you come to him for affection so that he can act like he isn't the needy one

-But will absolutely come to you if it takes to long for his liking.

-You two went out to some fun fair in Japan and Yuma made the most random pictures of you during that time.

-One of those is now his background on his phone

-Overtime he learns more and more about relationships and about you and becomes more confident in seeking affection

-Has an entire folder in his notes app dedicated to you in which he writes small things you said or he observes about you so he doesn't forget

-Your favorite food, favorite color, prefered clothing style, favorite places, cute things you said and ringsize. . .

-Always brags about you to his members because he loves you so much he cannot stop thinking about you

-You had gifted him this small simple keychain which you made yourself and he still has it. . . it is right with him at all times

-He is a bit of a hot-head

-It takes him a while to admit he is wrong

-But he will definitely bend the moment he sees a tear escape your eye

-Is prepared to catch all the stars from the nightsky for you

-Will do anything you ask in a heartbeat because you got him wrapped around your finger

-You want to go out in the rain and dance? Sure. You want to have a cute photoshoot with him? Absolutely. You want to bake cookies together? He is already tying his apron.

-About baking. . . yeah, don't do that

-You once did and he almost blew the whole kitchen up

-He's not the best baker but he definitely loves watching you bake

-He actually really loves cuddles (but he won't admit it)

-Loves having you that close to him and just being able to hold you tightly

-Kisses with him are so soft and cute

-He would be the one to pepper your face full of kisses whenever you two are cuddling

-You have annual movie nights in which you don't actually watch the movie

-You're too busy arguing about the plot to watch it

-A lot of agree to disagree

-Remember the first date fair? Yeah, he won you a panda plushie.

-He suggested the name 'Oreo' because, you know. . . original🙄

-But you named him Cuddlesworth instead

-Yuma did not like and told you this. You're still arguing about the damn name to this day

-But he melts everytime he comes over and sees da panda on your bed

-He'd make a playlist with the most random songs and hands it to you

-After weeks of listening to it you realize the songs in it spell your and his name

-When you find out you hug him and he teases you for not noticing sooner

-Overall the cutest and most playful relationship of &Team 💕

[amazinglyegg]

JAY! JAY! JAY! JAY!

The most basic survivor with the most basic story! Very long ramble about him below the cut (sorry)

Physical appearance

Short, skinny, pale (malnourished vibes)

Part way through his story he loses his eyes from a grenade and gets synth eyes as prosthetics

Has scars all over his body from that incident, as well as the average amount of scars for a wastelander

Always wears long sleeves, usually a white tshirt

Jean jacket over top with some silly little patches!!!

I am terrible at clothes so idk what pants he wears. Vaguely grey probably

Other outfits you'll see him in are any random clothes he needs when going undercover in the railroad (he keeps an outfit in his bag for synths still in their old uniform!) and rarely the Brotherhood flight suit when it's laundry day

Backpack

Big ol' hiking backpack he scavenged in sanctuary, also ties his sleeping bag on the bottom

Food, water, and caps are necessary

Sketchbook and pencil to keep him busy while having to sit around and wait, loves sketching and journalling

Teddy bear! Lovingly named Mr. Cuddlesworth, keeps him tucked away so nothing bad happens to him

Fancy Lads for any synths he comes across, also (not in the picture) a blank box filled with chems for bribing his way out of problems with raiders and the like

Uses his baseball bat, especially before he got comfortable with guns, but occasionally uses Rightous Authority and a combat shotgun

Keeps an extra knife on hand as well as pepper spray and a rape whistle, both of which he kept on his body since pre-war

Stats!

Physically weak but very perceptive - not very high charisma but his perception usually helps him along

High perception means he has very sensetive ears, which can both be useful and a problem (prone to sensory overload!)

His perks aren't based on his SPECIAL at all

Medic - he was trained as a scribe in the Brotherhood of Steel, much more comfortable healing than fighting

Vans - He's practically reliant on his pipboy to keep track of all his quests! It has a detailed map and GPS that can even give directions out loud

Rooted - He's a freeze response type of guy. 100% deer in the headlight vibes

Personality

He's a big ol' scaredy cat!

Trauma from the vault has left him absolutely terrified of enclosed spaces, the dark, and radroaches. Also dislikes loud sounds, the cold, alcohol, and chems

He likes touch and always gives out hugs and handshakes! He also likes the sun (and light), nature, sweets, sleeping, being non-violent, and brahmin

He's a crybaby and will cry at every little thing. Just give him 15 minutes and he'll be fine

He's very naive and trusting, especially starting out. He just blindly goes along with what anyone says, and that becomes an extreme as he tries to cope with how much the world changed

Everything's in ruins now? Okay. There's cows with two heads? Okay. You're going to rob me and steal all my money? Okay... wait.

Always tries to see the best in people and things, and will much rather get shot than risk shooting someone who may not be a danger to him (hey, maybe they're only aiming a gun at him because they misunderstand! We can talk things out!)

Very rarely gets angry or loses his cool - tends to just cry instead. Not too great in the wasteland!

He doesn't like kids (and didn't like Shaun, which he feels guilty about...) despite being so childish and friendly. He gets along with them great! He just... doesn't like them...

Story

Jay has two storylines of sorts, one of my first playthrough and one of my second playthrough that diverges a bit

My first playthrough is a Railroad playthrough

Jay is Shaun's older brother. Their father was a veteran and Sanctuary was a small neighborhood specifically advertised as PTSD/veteran friendly (AKA HOA had a field day with banning fireworks and loud parties, and didn't bother with much else...) - Codsworth was also part of a pack for veterans!

Jay gets some basic survival skills from Preston and the group (after becoming severely ill due to a 200yr old immune system, but whatever) and leaves with Codsworth to Diamond City

He meets Nick and joins the Railroad quickly after! However Codsworth gets pretty beaten up in Vault 114 and after staying with Arturo for a while Jay convinces him to go to Sanctuary where it's safe

At some point Jay runs off on his own to try and collect the last few of Winter's holotapes, which is where he gets cornered by gunners in Quincy and throws a grenade which bounces off the wall and back near his own feet

He was mostly blind and severely injured, and staggers his way back to Railroad HQ (thanks to his high perception + VANS to guide him) where he gets taken to Doctor Amari and gets his synth eyes

He infiltrates the Institute and befriends X6, and also finds out he's a synth after reading a terminal he was told very sternly not to look into

In the same way Shaun is sort of a test for child synths, Jay is a test for teenage synths, as well as to study personality and emotions, and how a synth would grow if they believed to be human

Barely anyone knows this, save for Father and maybe a few other scientists, so Jay keeps it a secret until the Railroad is attacking the place, where he tells Father on his deathbed that he knows the truth

Father tells him that they're not real brothers and he feels nothing for him, and Jay responds by telling Father that he loves him and that their parents would be proud of him before mercy shooting him in the head

He adopts synth Shaun and gets adopted by Nick, making a family of entirely robots (including Codsworth!)

Far Harbor comes after this and stuff happens idk this is getting very long, but DiMA is his uncle!!

The second playthrough, which is forever unfinished, is a Brotherhood playthrough, follows all the main plotpoints above with a few changed details

Instead of immediately leaving to Diamond City after Call to Arms, he and Codsworth stay with Danse and his group with the promise of food, shelter, and in-depth survival and weapon training (he's still relying on his baseball bat at this point despite his horrible strength stat)

Codsworth eventually goes back to Sanctuary (all this fighting stresses him out) and Jay does still find the Railroad and go along with them, but he spends a majority of his time on the Prydwen learning everything he needs to know

Jay's still supportive of synths but is less active in the Railroad, and he finds out he's a synth around a week or two before the events of Blind Betrayal

After Blind Betrayal Jay leaves the Brotherhood and goes for a Minutemen and Railroad ending, where the two factions sort of combine, and a lot of settlers are either rescued synths or helping the Railroad in some way

Danse is also in the Minutemen! Although he's mostly unaware of how involved in the Railroad they are - Jay is trying to ease him into it slowly but it's taking a WHILE to unlearn all that Brotherhood propaganda!

Jay isn't as active in the Railroad in this playthrough, and he's more critical of their ways of doing things. He's a bit more distant with Nick (as Danse sort of takes the roll of surrogate father) but generally the vibes are the same

These two stories somehow both exist equally in my head, so I guess they're both "canon"!

Fun facts!

Jay is a genre of person. Whenever there's an RPG and I can't tell if I should make an OC or pretend to be myself, I make Jay! He also exists in Stardew Valley!

Jay is my middle name, but not on purpose. While getting my name changed my mom offered to include Jay as a middle name (unrelated to my OCs) and I went along with it. Jay had already existed for a while before this!

Jay's original design included a hard hat. I decided it wasn't for him.

Jay disliked Codsworth and Shaun before the war. He was going through an angsty phase and was a bit jealous of not being the only child anymore. He feels very guilty about it now

He can't bring himself to go back to Sanctuary anymore so most of the Minutemen's work is done at the Castle

During The Lost Patrol he finds himself alone at the Revere Satellite Array and trades a bunch of food, water, and caps with the Super Mutants in exchange for Scribe Faris' holotags (and his life). Danse is not happy about this

Despite the fact I never travelled with Curie or Strong in my playthroughs, he's friends with them! He thinks they're pretty chill

The first person he tells about being a Synth is X6, and he asks whether he knew. X6 had no idea.

He doesn't tell Nick for a looong time because of his reaction when DiMA asks if he's a synth. He asks DiMA for advice after the events of Far Harbor before he tells Nick.

[TRIGGER WARNING beyond this point for claustrophobia, suffocation, roaches, PTSD, and suicide] He spent several hours stuck inside the vault, barely able to move or breathe due to having to dethaw in an already cold room. His cryopod couldn't open from the inside and he was slowly suffocating as the seals were air-tight. He had to claw his way through the cushioning to get to some wires that, when broken, finally released the doors.

He was still too weak and pained to move, and the radroaches started swarming him once they sensed fresh meat. They didn't do much damage to him but it was still very traumatizing

The first thing he did as soon as he got out of that room was try and shoot himself with the 10mm. The safety was on and he didn't know how to switch it off, so he gave up

Attempted suicide again a few days later after the power armor from the Museum of Freedom reminded him of the cryo pod and triggered a nasty flashback (plus the general stress of everything), but gets stopped by Codsworth. After retelling this to Captain Cade he finds out that it's not a "normal panic attack" and that he does in fact have PTSD, and that he's not allowed in power armor until he gets his symptoms under control.

[camelspyd3r]

i have been making some fallout themed wigglers, based on AlChestBreach's companions, Jangles the Moon Monkey, Mr CuddlesWorth, Jerry McGhoulBerry, CPT Ballarms, Axeman, Janet, and SGT Buttfist

[gardensystemtv]

Princess Sappho pawsy cuddlesworth of Lesbos is joining the booping craze.

Reblog to boop Princess.

[amaryllisthegheist]

Stardust in Her Eyes - Snippet 2

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Riot lifted her head coolly, keeping her chin just out of reach of the hands gripping furiously at her upper arms and clawing at her wrists. If there was one benefit to having four arms, it was that those with only two tended to struggle against a superior grip. She watched the fury burning in Ms. Power’s eyes steadily growing fainter by the second as salty ocean water flooded her lungs, bubbles streaming from her nose as she struggled. Frankly, Riot was impressed by the tenacity the woman was showing, determined to the very end to kill another member of her species. How typical of a kaladorian.

Finally, her struggles grew weaker, her super strength seeming to fade into the normal powers she would possess on any other planet. Riot’s lips curved into a dangerous smile, happily showing her fangs to the rapidly fading woman. She wants this bitch’s last memory to be of her fucking smiling while her vision grew darker and darker.

The winged woman made sure to keep her underwater for another minute after her struggles back, trying to ensure the drowning was as thorough as possible. Her skin may have been unblemished, the flesh unable to be torn because of the enhancements earth gave the waste of space, but her lungs were as vulnerable as any other gas breathing species in the galaxy.

Serves her right for laying a fucking finger on Namielle.

She gave the corpse one last, fierce and sharp little shake to startle her awake if she was faking. Satisfied that she was dead, she left the body floating for a brief moment in time to pop back onto the shore to retrieve a pair of large, fairly heavy rocks and thick-braided ropes. She made quick work of wrapping it around Ms. Power’s body, releasing it in the center of the ocean. She watched it slowly begin sinking to the bottom of the ocean where it would rot and decay and, crucially, Becky wouldn’t find out until she was grown up enough to understand the situation. Riot cocked her head as it finally vanished from sight.

“Hmph,” she grunted, and promptly buzzed up higher into the air. She kind of wished that she had the same strange, levitation style flight that Wordgirl and Ms. Power did – her wings were so loud when she moved. Especially so when she was moving quickly – she was just lucky that Hairiel sending her off on various missions over the years had primed Becky to hear her buzzing around the edges of the city, which kept her from investigating.

Riot touched down lightly on the sand, her antennae waving around in the air, picking up even the faintest scents in the area. She kind of wants to do a study of the effects that the strange radiation from earth has on various aliens – kaladorians seemed to gain immense super strength, flight and breath abilities but lexiconians got that, laser eyes and super hearing. Then there was Riot – her natural flight had been boosted and though she hadn’t gotten any breath powers or eye lasers (how come Becky got all of the coolest stuff?) but her second stomach usually reserved for honey had begun producing other honey with… interesting qualities. One was essentially a form of acid, another was mostly just glue.

Another feature had been her sense of smell.

Hearing had never been very important to her people – the sensitivity of their wings often alerted them to those approaching them, the force of their steps vibrating them while allowing the scales of their wings to tremble in time to their movement and their antennae typically picked up on any of the scents released by a potential predator. Between the two, hearing just wasn’t the greatest necessity for them – and she figures that’s why the planet chose to enhance her sense of smell.

She was thankful.

Because when Cuddlesworth sprung from his hiding place, shrieking and screeching in – what she was willing to admit was justified anger for her cold eyed murder of its caretaker – she was able to grab it by the throat with her upper arms, watching it with a slightly tilted head.

“Loyalty is an admirable trait,” she told the creature, watching it steadily become alarmed. A pang of sadness resonated throughout her chest, a soft sigh leaving her chest at the creature’s angry beady eyes. This creature was the same species as Hairiel. This was another hakuchan. One totally and completely brainwashed, fully dependent on the same species that drove theirs to functional extinction. She lifted a palm from her lower set of arms, stroking his face gently. “I hope you’re rewarded endlessly for it wherever it is you go when your kind moves on.”

Then she walked it to the shore and repeated the process.

Maybe Power has an execution-blaster in her ship, Riot mused to herself thoughtfully. She almost hoped so – it wouldn’t bode well if she did, given what it would mean for a kaladorian with executioner’s equipment to be on earth, but it would help them out in situations like this. If there was a proper-advanced blaster, she could give it to Hairiel to reverse-engineer and perhaps modify to work regardless of any superhuman resistance the field around the earth granted them. It would make her feel better about executing hakuchanians, whose only true crime was that they’d fallen for the lies and revisionist history fed to them in the carcass of their ruined planet.

At the very least, their lung capacity was nothing compared to a kaladorian’s. Riot had held Power beneath the salty shores for what felt like an eon before she finally weakened and was counting passing clouds waiting for her to finally succumb to drowning. And Gigglecheeks’ arms weren’t long enough to get in her way, no matter how much he clawed.

When the life finally left the creature, she dug up a shallow grave and dumped the corpse inside. As much as Power deserved to die alone, Riot would at least begrudgingly respect the concept that Gigglecheeks would probably like to be dumped into the same part of the sea as she was. So the rhalochyrril would – reluctantly – toss him out to be with her later, once he’d rifled through the ship.

Stepping away from the buried creature, she made her way back towards the ship – the true reason Hairiel had sent her out to search through it for signs. Signs that Power wasn’t the only kaladorian in the area, signs that she and her colleagues had been watching the earth for a while – signs that there was trouble brewing. She did her best to ignore most of the junk scattered throughout the ship, various bits and bobs from her conquests pinned to the walls and displayed proudly upon the shelves in a vile mockery of the various species whose worlds they destroyed.

“Bastards,” she snarled, scowling as she ran her palm across a silken-cocoon. The suffering that poor nymph must’ve gone through, boiled alive in their own chrysalises because some self-centered jackasses wanted their cocoon and refused to just use the cocoons of already pupated nymphs. Still, might as well not waste it – as an imago herself, Riot could no longer spin silk, and she’d been wanting to give Nami- Becky, something nice for her up-coming fifteenth birthday.

She tucked the bundle of unused fabric beneath her lower left arm, as she crouched below the mainframe. Kaladorians prided themselves on advanced technology, but experimental ships like the one Power was apparently piloting were often sloppily put together, meant to be private models used to design even better ones. So it was nymph’s play to remove the bottom panel and simply rip out the cords associated with the ship’s broadcasting system, preventing it from sharing its location. She fiddled around in the wire mess for a bit longer, checking for anything suspicious - black boxes weren't common on test ships like this one, but they weren't rare either.

“Nothing,” she murmured to herself, sitting up. No blaster, no black box, not even a miscellaneous inventory tracking chip from what she could tell. It was like Power had fished the machine out of a dumpster somewhere far on the ends of the galaxy. She used her secondary arms to push herself back into standing, “Power must not have been as high ranking as we thought…”

If anything, the picture the rhalochyrril was beginning to get was that Power was an exile. The small test ship, no back up swooping in when Wordgirl fought back, no frantic message from Hairiel that he'd found other marks - it seemed Power was alone. And her irritating desperation for awe and worship were the hallmarks of an exiled kaladorian. The idea should've soothed her, but instead it made her worry - the presence of exiles tended to draw the attention of full status kaladorians looking to swoop in and steal what little glory could be obtained by those removed from the hierarchy. Sometimes they even placed inconspicuous looking bugs within the ships so they could track them across the galaxy.

“Fuck,” Riot said, running her fingers between her antennae. Ship mechanics were far above her know-how. She only knew the basics of repairs, like any regular spacer would, but tiny, unnoticeable tracking chips? She barely knew what was standard on a kaladorian ship given she spent most of her life around lexiconians.

Which meant she had to turn to the expert.

It was time to bring Hairiel into it.

[erika-cuddlesworth]

That Grand Festival trailer was pretty neat, right guys? Anyway, I drew Erika!

I recently got Splat Roller to 5 star freshness. What a pain.

[cuddlesworks]

Oh you know I had to make a Welcome home sona

Captain Cuddlesworth is kinda like Sally in the sense they came from space but went to the neighborhood bc they liked the style and music! They’re a Rock n Roll type of guy that is constantly blasting music in their headphones! Theyre not as social as others, but they love to hang out!

[imagination-confusion]

Wish we had more Cuddlesworth episodes.

I really liked the implied romantic relationship between Cuddlesworth and Pickypuss.

Pleasse tell me I am not the only one who adores interspecies relationships?

[adorable-deku]

my cats legal government name is Duchess von Cuddlesworth but her actual name that i call her every day is (affectionately) Little Thing

bc she is just a Little Thing. an Itty Bitty Thing

and when shes bein cute shes a Sweet Little Thing abbreviated to Sweet Thing

[little-elena]

Nicknames

Elena does and always has done this thing where she gives people titles or nicknames and then fully considers every single one of them to be part of that person's full name. She will dead ass list every single name like she's announcing royalty with a million titles.

For instance Caroline will always be "Caroline care-bear miss mystic Forbes" and on special occasions she adds the title "Third grade hopscotch champion and number one cup cake maker in virginia."

She does this for all the people she genuinely cares about and she has no idea when it started. She names almost everything with ridiculously long names to. Like she has a stuffed unicorn Bonnie gave her and his name is "Mr doctor professor snuggles cuddlesworth the eighth." For genuinely, no reason. Caroline often questions "Oh my GOD Elena, why are you like this?"

She has no idea but she just thinks its fun to give people and pets/stuffed animals unreasonably long names. She gets enjoyment out of saying the name and then going "Or for short you can call him jerry." Its the little things in life. Just apparently not when it comes to names, those must always be at least thirty seven characters long. Build-a-bear hates her.

[lindyloosims]

Brennen Uha-Lansing playing with one of the kittens, Ceaser Cuddlesworth.