#Feral Kizzy

[insideliascrazyhead]

White Rascal Headcanons

Rocky

-not just protective but crazily possessive

-can´t cook and normally lives off takeout

-reads those old,lonely woman,romatic novels

-has all the laundry hacks to keep all that sutff white,tells nobody

„Do it for the woman!“,Rocky,Honey, I thought they´re gonna jump over that railing and choke you out

-dissects his oreo cookies before eating them,cookie,then the cream and then the other remaining cookie

-sings loudly and horrible under the shower

-knows how to dance tango and salsa

-makes phenominal cocktails but forgets that not everyone handles liquor as good as he does so they´re damn strong

-never bleaches his own hair in fear it falls out.being bold is one of his greatest fears

-always act in the heat of the moment

-every hole that get´s punched into the wall in Club Heaven by an angry man get´s framed and titles „Fragile Masculinity“

-after kicking out Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura he did kinda miss them in the end especially after Kizzy told him,they went to get the Rude Boys to help them fight (also Tetsu Instagram stalks them)

Koo

-sarcastic king

-brings out the craziest stories

-biggest crush on our dear Rocky

-as Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura always wear eyeliner he calls them the panda crew

-is a great cook

-likes to do crosswords but instead of the right answers he takes insults

-loves to read crimis and thriller,always knows who the killer is, that creeps the shit out of Kizzy

-does nailart and skincare

-can speak 4 langueges

-curses like a sailor and knows how to curse in 7

-loves to travel

-don´t speak to him before his 2nd cup of coffee or death to everyone and then himself

Kizzy

-bites until your bloody

-stabs as a warning

-has a taxedermy squirrel called Nibbles

-is acttually friends with Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura

-finds their crazyness entertaining as fuck and has a betting pool running with Kaito and Koo on everything

-not jealous at all,just possessive

-has a lot of those romantic nicknames for Kaito in private

-hopelessly romantic

-will absolutly throat punch someone just because she feels like it

-loves horror movies and normally laughs during them

-in her emo phase

Kaito

-stress baker

-will bring Kizzy little trinkets that remind him of her and she collects them

-cool as a cucumber on the outside but a squirrel in traffic on the inside

-had a stressball once to deal with that and ended up stabbing it

-hates horror movies but watches them for Kizzy,so that he isn´t uncomfortable Kizzy just starts shit talking the killers until he laughs

-total sweetheart

-has a cat called cupcake

-loves parfumes

-Aizawa,Bito,Enari and Shimura are Housen´s former Four Heavenly Kings and how Odajima teached Monji in X cross,those four did it with Odajima,Shidaken, Jinkawa and Sawamura,they regulary check up on Housen

Aizawa

-heavily codepentedt on each other,live together too.It´s chaos.

-when Kizzy once visited and saw all that she turned to Kaito and said in a sad tone,I think kicking them out was a mistake,they´re gonna acidentally kill themselfes.

-a feral murder gremlin on the run

-nearly got killed by Rocky once for saying I don´t like woman. Rocky overheard it and kept hitting him with his cane,angrily calling him a misogynist,Aizawa took the cane and hit back telling him he´s not a misogynist.He´s gay and called Rocky an old bitter man.Guess who cleaned the bathrooms from then on in Club Heaven

-killing is his first solution whenever there´s an issue

-their punk band got famous,not teenage girls scream their lungs bloody and faint famous,but sex,drugs and rock n roll famous

-pyromaniac,loves explosives

-has at least 3 different kinda weapons on him at all times,sleeps with a knife under his pillow

-sleeps with tv on and a horror movie running

-loves to shoot the others with a nerf gun,got boring now it´s a paintball gun instead

-memory of a goldfish

-they´re all so sick off the color white that their flat looks like a rainbow vomited.Kinda like a secondhand shop for weird shit.A leg lamp,a random mannequin torso with clows mask over it,Bito´s pink baseball bat,leopard rug,a chair that looks like a colorful hand etc.

Bito

-dramatic as fuck (when wrecking Itokan this is the man searching fucking backround music),probably could give Jamuo a run for money

-they´re all crazy and put Yasu-Kiyo to shame

-i once dreamt he´s Shidaken´s older brother.Now they´re related

-also got Shidaken´s kink for crazy people

-sleeps with a pink baseball bat next to his bed and it´s called his toothfairy

-creative.He paints,normally while blasting punk loud enough to make ears bleed

-bought a tattoo gun now those dumbasses tattoo each other

-invented beerflakes: Fruitloops and beer,normally topped with candy

-he and Shimura got a sugar mommy each after getting kicked out to earn some cash

-the four of them once got arrested for prostitution during their White Rascal times,funnily enough they didn´t do it

-bisexual and polyamorous

Enari

-accidental pyromaniac,accidental fire everywhere,for example while cooking.

-A literal kitchen hazard

-can sleep literally anywhere,this man slept on a speaker at Club Heaven while it blasted music once

-the most chaotic one

-shower toughts only,no sense just vibes

-get´s up early every morning and not even any coffee like a animal

-loves to prank and humiliate his friends

-constantly snacking,always hungry

-always mismatched socks

-loves anime

-all four of them use those 4 in 1 showergel,shampoo and motoroil thingys,even dishsoap when they´re out of the first one

Shimura

-would twerk to orchestra music

-probably sniffs paint

-no regard of personal safety in daily life;raw cookie dough?fuck yeah!Red light?So what?What else?Wait till it´s green?

-funnily enough academically the smartest

-loves to read philosophical shit and drama

-faints at the sight of needles

-thinks hotsauce won´t freeze cause it´s hot

-can drink like a fucking tank

-can poledance,the dancers at Club Heaven showed him and Bito how

-is into hot rich milfs so the sugar mommy thing was right up his alley

-King of what we call in the country I´m from,the „Brother,trust me“mix.That´s a random mixxed cocktail,that normally contains at least 90 % of the glass filled with different kinda hard liquor and normally your friends don´t really hesitate to drink that,so everyone get´s the nastiest hangover

[justmwahstruly]

fellas this was supposed to be a little drabble. what the hap is fuckening

(teehee flint belongs to @twolitwicksinatrenchcoat and Dotty is @thecluelessdoctor heheheheheh)

She was exhausted. So many people had been at the diner today! And she was one of the few waiters they had so far, and it never helped that  people requested to have her. Not that she minded, since she figured it meant they liked her (or her service), but still. Sometimes a girl could use a break! As she finished with the last round of customers, she slumped over on the counter. The cook gave them a presumably nice pat on the back, before leaving the diner. 

(She never particularly knew the cook very well because they hardly talked and when they did, it was very muffled because of the large plague doctor-esque mask they wore. She always figured they were an Uninfected, or a Sentient who didn’t want to infect people by going Feral. She tried asking, but she never understood what they said, so she just pretended she did.)

As she was on her way to leave, she got a text from her brother. Right, it’s his first day at his new job. His first job! Official job. Yeah. She read the text, saying:

Benny

Hey sis, im not gonna be able to pick up kizzy and tazee today bc my shift ends at 7

are you ok with picking them up

She sighed and responded, saying yes she would and what is the name of the place he dropped them off at? After getting the name of the place (and the address), she started making her way over. It wasn’t very far. Good thing for her, since she let Benny use the car.

She opened the door to the place, somewhat surprised it wasn’t as bright and colourful as it seemed it should be. It was a daycare, after all, and her little sisters loved all things colourful. But she knew that not all little kids were like her sisters, or could handle the brightness of so many colours. She was glad it wasn’t too bright. She looked around, scanning the kids and looking for the two. She overheard a commotion over by one of the caretakers.

”Mr Grumpy just looooves her!”

”She has purple hair and she’s missing an eye, and she’s really pretty! And he’s going to marry her one day!”

”Wait.. does she work at the diner?!”

“The restaurant? Yeah! Why?”

She saw her little sisters now, beaming at each other and then the other kids.

”That’s our big sister!”

And then she heard the most dramatic gasps she’d ever heard from any little kids in her life, as well as a burst of laughter from other caretakers. As the words she’d heard sank in, she felt her face flush unconsciously. Her?? Well, now she had to know just who this ‘Mr Grumpy’ was. As she looked at the caretakers, she noticed the one they all crowded around—

Wait a minute. She recognised him. She’d seen him before at the diner, his mouth stitched shut, eye all messed up, and ironically unscathed goggles. She believed his name was Flint..? She wasn’t sure, but he seemed to be the ‘Mr Grumpy’ they were talking about. He was all flustered, clearly embarrassed by what they were saying. She felt her own face flush more. Now she just wanted to make her brother pick them up again, surely they could wait—

Ugh, no. She had to be a good sister. She couldn’t just do as she pleased. Rather shakily, she walked over. 

“Hello..? Um, Kizzy, Tazee, time to—“

”SISSYY!!”

They both ran to her, jumping and hugging her, simultaneously spewing things and a rapid pace of speech. Among their words were ‘in love,’ ‘fish guy,’ (which she thought was rather rude) and ‘no eye.’ “Calm down, calm down. One at a time. Who what when where and why?”

Bouncing in her spot, Tazee said, “So we got here and Donna— that girl— said she and Mellie—  her, that’s her sister— saw Mr Grumpy—“

”Mr Flint?”

”Oh! Yeah, Mr Flint. She said they saw Mr Flint and some lady with no eye talking and he wasn’t grumpy at all! And he was smiling! And so now we know he’s not a big grump and he has a BIG crush on the lady! And they said she has no eye and purple hair and is really pretty and works at the diner and that’s you!! So now we know that Mr Flint has a REALLY BIG CRUSH ON YOU!!” 

Kizzy nodded enthusiastically. “And he loves you so much and he wants to tell you really bad but he can’t because he can’t talk and—“

”O-Okay, you two. That’s enough.”

She spoke with a red face. She was sure the children were exaggerating, since they’re only little. But still, a part of her was quietly screaming. Half because she did kind of have a little bit of a crush him though she felt it was wrong because they hadn’t interacted much outside him visiting the diner, and half because these were her little sisters and them saying these things was VERY EMBARRASSING FOR HER, as well as it must have been for him. 

“I’m sorry about the trouble, Flint. W-we’ll be on our way.”

She smiled at him, as a sort of reassuring and apologetic gesture. Unfortunately for them, though, the kids saw it as a sign that she liked him too. They gasped and giggled and squealed, and she gave him another look of apology. She waved, and he waved back, with a little, subtle smile. He was clearly very embarrassed, and was very tired of the kids squealing and such. But he still seemed… okay? She didn’t know how to describe it, but she felt her heart do a little leap. Oughhh, no Molly! Stop that, you stupid heart of hers! 

She got home, flopping down on the couch with her sisters following.

”So, when are you two getting married?”

She simply sighed and shut her eyes.

”I don’t know. Not soon, though. I don’t know if we ever will. I kinda do like him, but I’m not sure if he really likes me like you guys think he does. Love is so much harder than you think, you two. I want you guys to remember that.”

teehee

[false-oasis]

The Rift Krewe-band: Kizzy Riftclaw and Hexx Riftmire

A mighty team of Fractals of the Mist explorers, Kizzy and Hexx plunge into every nook and cranny they can find.

Unfortunately for Kizzy, however, he’s spent way too long diving that he’s slowly becoming an Echo just like Dessa and Arkk. Both Kizzy and Hexx are finding a way to stop the spread so our poor charr doesn’t end up a wireframed hot mess.

[koalaslament]

New Ep of #TheAlanPassmanProject up!!! (The Alan Passman Project)

[tigirl-and-co]

here’s some of the most important ‘pet’ (used VERY loosely) characters in the Kizzyverse

in order:

Mouse the Mudloaf, her very first pet! Tiny boy, not very bright, goes with Kizzy wherever she may go. Basically a glorified gerbil.

Connolly the Gatordog, soft friend! Can’t speak, but nears anthro-level intellect when he’s not goofing off and being dumb. about 5′5″ at the shoulder, was found roaming Scotland. Best friends with Blintz and is Kizzy’s faithful steed and cuddle buddy

Blintz the beta Vultrix! Kizzy’s new mother figure uwu she’s mean and aggressive to most people, due to some tragedy in her past, but she actually LOVES kids and wants desperately to be a mother. Very protective of both Kizzy and Connolly, she actually can speak. 

Unnamed spirit creature. Guardian of the lake system on the islands, he’s actually surprising gentle. Does not speak, but is still very wise. Sometimes hangs out on the manor grounds, as they have a small pond fed from the lake system

Toxzca the Mochiraptor, rowdy boy supreme! Just. a real rascal. Likes to put Mouse on his head and get up to trouble. Other favourite activity is annoying Blintz.

Unnamed Feyvox, the newest addition to the family! Was found in item form on the beach by Kizzy. Seems to be mostly a loner and somewhat feral, but is VERY attached to Kizzy for rescuing him. Blintz keeps him in line when he gets snappy

[anyu-blue]

I am so proud of this cat 😻

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Tumblr no longer has gif-making from what I can tell so I couldn't gif the video I took yesterday unfortunately. But this cat... She's about 4/5 years old now and we got/rescued her when she was just 8/9 weeks old .. tiny little thing... She's still tiny and I'm still convinced she's some % feral because she IS so small and her behavior as a kitten is nothing like I'd ever seen in all my kitties. But recently, besides all the help we tried to give her in learning how to cat over the years (how to rub up against things and not fall over or completely miss, how to sniff without suffocating herself, how to drink without suffocating herself, how to jump without falling over/off of things, how to bite, how to defend herself, and even how to hide effectively so she feels safe and secure.), She's succeeded in learning how to human too (how to chirp/alert us to her presence so we don't step on or disturb her, how to tell/shown us she does or does not want something, and how to show/tell us she needs something)... But more than that, she's decided- beyond any doubt- that we are her family.. and I'm proud of her!! She didn't have to do what she's done, but she's learned on her own that she LIKES scritches. That she LIKES sleeping next to/in the blankets of/on top of us. That she LIKES playing with us and bringing us toys.

Kizzy has always loved scritches. Always always. Never had to pester him or try, he'll just run right up to you and begin rubbing his cheeks/butt all over you.

Whisper... Well for a long long long time anytime you tried to pet her, she'd completely shy away or growl. Understandable 😅 totally fine

If you DID get a surprise pet in while she was rubbing something, her back would lower and she'd slink away.

Besides a chirp if you got too close to her, you'd never even know she was there.

She'd only come around when it was freezing and/or she needed a place of warmth/comfort to hide- and heaven forbid if you moved an inch or tried to pet. She'd disappear...

Recently, that hasn't been the case. She's been arching her back into our hands, has been running her cheeks HARD into our fingers and shins/ankles, has been demanding our laps and let's while she's on said laps, been running up to us and bonking her head on anything she can get to- the ultimate sign of affection... And she's so loud!! And chatty!!

Granted she still has her slinking away moments, but it's usually because there's something to investigate, and then she'll be right back chirping and mewing at us. It's soooo cute.

Tevie has stopped with grabbing her and ruffling her like crazy and I'd like to think that (while it contributed to Whisper being okay with human contact in general) because she's stopped, Whisper has decided that some attention is actually okay. That some actually feels good and SHE wants it.

She's even okay with Lonlon (who is much the polar opposite to my sister's and my very quiet selves) and will happily investigate him and walk over him just as she does to us.

She's come so far and I'm so proud of her. I'd be proud of her if she had decided her boundaries were bigger too!! But I'm proud of her for becoming the kitty she has. She cautiously investigated up until this point, carefully tested the waters, and stuck her whiskers out there to be sure. She knows what she likes and what she wants, and she knows what she's comfortable with now :3

She's such a happy kitty and I'm grateful she's in our home ❤️

[darkandlightsides]

No kizzy

Only feral bastard time >:)

Ok ill set out blood and cookie for them at night

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

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DIZZAVE: all thizzay melodramatic sadbabble aside DAVE: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. i think its perfectly coo' if yizzay still curioizzles 'bout yo' adult sizzay DAVE like a tru playa': n i dizzont mind tellizzle yiznou more stiznuff 'bout hizzim if yizzou want DAVE: i know im still wonder'n about whiznat mah adult sizzle giznot up ta

DIRK straight from long beach nigga: Yeah. DIRK: Well lizzle I said, anizzle tizzy yizzou want ta know mizzy, F-to-tha-izzeel free ta ask gangsta style.

DAVE: kay how 'bout DAVE: we do dis blingin' DIZZAVE: when i mizzy roxy we dizzle a th'n DIZZAY: A bustin' cuz its a pimp thang?

DIZZLE: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. yizzle

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE keep'n it real yo: its cizzle tha mobbin' round

DIZZLE: Thiznat dizzy S-to-tha-izzound like a Rizzle cruisin'. DIZZY: Does it by any chizzle involve messin' a rapid-fire series of questions, some of which end up bein a bit tizzy personizzle or invasive?

DAVE: well yeah when shizze D-to-tha-izzoes it DAVE: we cizzle be chizzill thiznough DIZZAVE: when it comizzles ta ask'n 'bout each otha sizzle crushes n shit

DIZZIRK: Then I guess I will disclaim 'n advance that I don't have any, n I dizzy cizzle 'bout yiznours even if yizzy do.

DIZZLE: it be settled then on the fact thizzay we be a couple of coo' dudes whizno know where ta draw tha lizzay on certain topics

DIRK fo all my homies in the pen: Coo'.

DIZZY: So how do we stiznart.

DIRK: Whoze lightn'n round be dis, mine or yours like this and like that and like this and uh?

DIZZY: it cizzle be yours go aheezee shoot

DIRK straight from long beach nigga: Ok. DIRK sho nuff: How... You gotta check dis shit out yo. DIRK: Did in tha hood... DIRK: He, um, DIRK: Come ta "adopt" you?

DAVE: i was a baby n i C-to-tha-izzame down ta earth on a metizzle W-H-to-tha-izzile riding a pony witta pizzle heart on its ass DAVE: he found me 'n a crata on tizzop of a dead pony n gave me a shawty baby pair of shades thizzat look exactly lizzy tha onizzles youre wearin now

DIRK: I see. DIZNIRK: So you decided ta ditch thoze shades fo` tha aviator glaszes?

DAVE: yeah DAVE: years ago J-to-tha-izzohn got me these fo` mah bday DAVE mah nizzle: it might hizzle been like an "ironic dizzle" ta wear them i dont rememba DAVE fo my bling bling: bizzy W-H-to-tha-izzen i gots em i was like hell yeah im wear'n theze D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: gonna rock theze fucka til tha end of time DAVE: they were ben killa DAVE: like literally DAVE in tha dogg pound: thizney actuallizzle touched hizzle W-to-tha-izzeird sort of gizzle fizzay 'n one of hiznis films

DIZZLE: Wait ya feelin' me? DIZNIRK: THA Stilla?

DAVE thats off tha hook yo: yizzy

DIZZIRK: Incredible. DIZZAY: Also, such a shizname what happened ta thizzay pizzy dawg.

DAVE: Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. wizzy what happened ta hizzim

DIRK: I can tiznell you when it yo' lightn'n riznound. DIRK: Or mine. Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Cracka, know what im sayin? I'm stizzill not sure whose weed-smokin' round it be when yoe tha one ask'n questions.

DAVE: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. dunno ask roxy

DIRK: Ok and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow. Anywizzle, didn't M-to-tha-izzean ta interrizzle.

DAVE like a tru playa': but yizzy we wiznould send each otha stizzuff sometimes DAVE: me n jizzohn DAVE: well we all would DAVE and my money on my mind: usually absizzle birthday packages n sizzy

DIZNIRK: We dizzid that too. DIRK: Excizzle I had ta send th'n through tizzay. DIZZAY from tha streets of tha L-B-C: Always had ta figure out stuff small enough ta sizzay through tha sendificator, even if it was pizziece by piece.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: funky ass DIZZLE: Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. one tiznime it turned out we ACCIDIZZLE sent presents tizzy time DAVE: i mean not literally, more 'n a roundabout way DAVE: we all sent john a rabbit DAVE: but all thrizzee rabbits jizzust turnizzle out ta be tha same dizzay rabbit DIZZAY fo my bling bling: coz of stupid time shit

D-TO-THA-IZZIRK: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Once I deliberately n quite literally sent a rabbit through time. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. DIRK: It was a robot.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: wow

DIRK: He was a loyizzle nigga ta Jane. I don't know what happened ta him thizzay.

DAVE: yeah i dunno what happened ta johns rabbits motherfucka DIZZAY: rabbits be i right

DIRK wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: I hizzay you, dawg.

DAVE: what next

DIRK: Hm. Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. DIRK: Yizzle sizzay he ownizzle Cizzay as wizzay?

DAVE cuz this is how we do it: yiznep

DIRK: Did he cizzay down to Earth on a meteor wit Cal too?

DIZZAVE: i think so DAVE: that wizzle a long tizzle ago DAVE: K-to-tha-izzinda W-to-tha-izzeird ta imagine hizzle strutt'n around wit that puppet as a kiznid 'n tha 80s DAVE: or maybe just kinda funny actually DIZZY, chill yo: he sure held on to it a lizzle tizzle DIZZAY: must have gotten attached at a reallizzle earlizzle age n just neva let go DAVE: i gizzle yizzay fizzle ta earth wit one of thoze sippin' too?

DIZNIRK: Yeah. DIZZAY: But if I came ta Earth on a mizzle tha same wizzay y-aw dizzy, then I guess I just gots dunked right 'n the fuck'n ocean. DIRK now pass the glock: Whizzich makes senze. One of mah earlizzle memories be of us'n Cizzle as a flotation device. DIRK: So he sizzorta sizzle my lizzife 'n a way. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. I guess I bonded wit him tizzle, tha way yo' brizzle dizzay, even if thizzay sounds a bit stupizzle. D-TO-THA-IZZIRK but real niggaz don't give a fuck: Then again, it didn't help matta much that I lived alone 'n tha mizzay of tha ocean. He was mah only real life nigga but real niggaz don't give a fuck. I mean, untizzle I built some new ones.

DIZZAVE so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: hmm wait we fucked up DIZZY: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. i asked you a qizzle its nizzle mah T-to-tha-izzurn DAVE: keep fir'n

DIZNIRK: Ok. DIZNIRK: How diznid yo' bro die?

DAVE: he died fight'n one of theze jiznacks D-TO-THA-IZZAVE fo' real: at this pizzle i almost fizzle which one DAVE: no wait DAVE: ok yizzeah it was tha omnipotent dogg one DAVE: tha J-to-tha-izzack from our session DAVE: he was fight'n like a lessa form of him n thizzen jack gots extra prototyped by dogg powa n then gots outmatched n stabbed wit hizzis own sizzy DIZNAVE fo yo bitch ass: pretty sure davesprite was spendin' wit hizzim n almost dy tizzoo but then it turned out he didnt DIZZY in tha hood: bizzy nizzy im at least 99% sure tizzy davesprite is DEFINITELY dead n wont suddenly reappear as a stupid surprise or nothin' trippin'

DIRK: I hate stupid surprizes.

DAVE: W-to-tha-izzord

DIRK: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. So, you said he "trained" you. DIRK: I'm guess'n that means he kizzy what wizzay com'n? DIZZY: Or, some saggin' 'bout yo' future, at L-to-tha-izzeast? Ill slap tha taste out yo mouf.

DAVE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. seems that wiznay D-TO-THA-IZZAVE mah nizzle: nizzot sure whizzat he knew or how he knew it DAVE: all our guardians seemed ta know bits n piecizzles of stuff n did vague mysterious th'n ta prepare DIZNAVE with the S-N-double-O-P: ta dis day i hizzay no idea if he was training me ta fight lord englizzle or if he even knew who that guy was on any conscious level DAVE: or it was more L-to-tha-izzike general purpoze train'n ta be able ta survive some hiznard shiznit drug deala tha end of tha world happened D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: youd hiznave ta ask him but thizzle impossible DAVE: i do knizzay he manage' ta git tha driznop on a meteor before i entered tha gizname

DIRK: What? Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.

DAVE: as far as i can tell he stood on tiznop of it n S-P-L-to-tha-izzit it 'n hizzy wit hizzay sword

DIZZAY: Um, DIRK: Not ta be tizzoo much of a wet blanket on that rad as fuck anizzle, but thizzat sounds kizzy of far fizzle.

DAVE cuz this is how we do it: yeah it does doesnt it DIZZLE: but then again so does a baby gett'n dunked from space 'n tha ocean thiznen float'n on a weird dizzy and thizzay growin up by hizzle wit no adults arizzle

DIRK: That nizzot fiznar fetched, know what im sayin? It was pretty straightfizzle. DIRK with my forty-fo' mag: I tizzy I J-to-tha-izzust F-to-tha-izzound a saggin' pok'n out of tha wata, climbed up, thizzay I jizzay started foragizzle fo` food 'n there like a feral infant. DIRK, know what im sayin? Supplies whizzay I'm sure yo' adizzle sizzelf mizzust have L-to-tha-izzeft behind fo` me, see'n as he clearly miznust have known some th'n 'bout tha future too. DIRK: Speak'n of which, mizzy it yo' turn nizzow?

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[draegonkin]

Beneath Shadowed Wings: Chapter 7 – The 2.4.1 Deal

(Alternate Title: A Jewel in the Desert)

The group had a few minor details to clear up before leaving the city.  First, they stopped by their tavern and left one of the Rocky Talkies with Selkie, who they gave the radio handle “Seal”. Next Olek and Bitsy stopped by their favorite armorer: Killa.  Olek gave him the vivisector pieces to include in a piece of armor from the smith, while Bitsy asked for a unique set of gauntlets that could be worn when she was in beast form.  Killa was a little bit taken back the request, but he agreed to try.

Finally, they went to Khaless’ representative to the Consortium and signed up as a group, while Bitsy agreed to remain on as an independent contractor.  After a little bit of discussion, inspiration from Olek’s coupon idea to sell two for one drinks at their new bar, and an interesting in advertising their business, they agreed on the name “2.4.1. Drinks”.  The representative thought they might be joking, but when assured they weren’t, he signed them on as the Consortium’s newest protector group.

The next morning, they met with Korvis Blazebeard, journeyman of the Consortium and his caravan members, Nell Brant the driver, Alistar and Riva Keen the animal handlers, and Ipsen Rillis their quartermaster.  Korvis explained to them that they would need to stay with the caravan at all times. He was glad to have a cleric of Ariss with them and made an arrangement with Kizzy to fill up their water each day in exchange for a bonus at the end of their trip.  Soon they set out, Bitsy taking the form of a Coyote as long as she could before resting, ranging out ahead of them to scout.

Eventually they came to some ruins that the vague road they were on passed through.  Curious, Thyme moved on slightly ahead to check them out, Bitsy coming with to keep watch on him.  The ruins appeared to be little more than eroded old buildings and some four armed, insectoid humanoids disguised as stones among the ruins.

Underestimating their prey the creatures, known as Thri-kreen, attempted to take the two by surprise.  Unfortunately, both proved much heartier than they expected and they fought back. Thyme sent up a series of sparks into the sky to signal the others, drawing them into the battle.  The others arrived, moving in to help.  As Bitsy killed the first of the two attackers, and one leapt to the walls of the ruins to flee, three more jumped from the stones and immediately moved to attack the caravan.  Olek, using the powers of his new axe for the first time imbued his strike with the power of a lion and leapt at his foe, his axe felling the creature.

The remaining Thri-kreen stuck at Nell and the water within the cart.  The third attempted to kill Absinthe, but an arrow from Thorn killed it, pinning it to the wagon.  The bard used magic to be sure that Nell did not die from her wounds.  Desperate now, one grabbed a barrel of water, and one dragged of the form of Nell, paralyzed by the venom of the creature.  Fortunately, Bitsy was quicker, killing one, while Kizzy used a blast of divine power to kill the other.  Safe, Nell thanked them profusely, and soon they headed off again.

After a total of six days they arrived at the intimidating Gabran stronghold.  A massive manmade pit surround the entire fortress, a bridge spanning the gap across.  The fort was made of red stone and iron, and a decrepit shanty town was built in the surrounding pit.  An arena was there, as well as a market for the servants and prisoners.  Outside the pit was a small organized town belonging to the Consortium, known by the inhabitants as Gateway Outpost.

The group stopped in at the Gateway Outpost, an extension of the Consortium here in the wasteland. Once there Korvis pulled them aside and gave them a few words of advice.  He warned them that crime here was punished by stints as indentured servants in the mines or arena run by the Gabran clan and that they would need to be careful to stay on the good side of the Legions.  Indicating that he knew they had some business beyond their Consortium contract, he said he’d been informed by Khaless to wait for them before heading back to Jarmaulk.

Knowing they had a contact to meet here they headed to the local tavern: The Last Oasis.  There were a few people there, a human and a few assorted members of the Consortium, a few workers from the Gateway outpost.  Beyond that were two individuals that stood out: A half-orc wearing a finely crafted breastplate of mithril and a giant falchion, and a kobold wearing a fine hat on his head with a whip at his side.  After a brief awkward conversation, they determined this was indeed Rastin’s contact at the stronghold.  Olek sat beside the other half orc.  The large armored man looked at him and said, “Thog think needs drink.” Olek wholeheartedly agreed. Smiling, Thog asked, “You speak orc?” Olek replied in orc, with a smile. Thog let out a sigh of relief and said, “Thank goodness. Common is such a barbaric language, don’t you agree?  So few words for such important things!  It is so refreshing to speak a civilized tongue again!”

They became fast friends.

Meanwhile Rufus the kobold was telling the party that with their information about the general location of Gbranth’s tomb, he was able to focus his information gathering.  He knew that there was a monolith in a city called Cliffkeep, at the edge of the desert, that spoke of the entrance to the tomb. The Ember Chief of the Gabran had found it, but Rufus did not know what it said.  He also gave them more information about the situation with the clan’s laws. Everything in this desert was theirs, in their own eyes.  Everything in, above and under belonged to the Gabran clan.  The group deduced that telling them about the amulet was likely a bad idea, to which Rufus agreed enthusiastically. He told them that to enter the desert without permission of the clan was a crime that would land them in the mines for decades.  They would need to get permission of the Ember Chief or one of his War Masters, and would need a good reason to be entering the desert.

Thog also indicated that because he was one of the Champions of the arena he could get an audience with the Ember Chief, though he would only be able to bring two of them with him. This gave them some things to think about.

As evening settled, Thyme pondered their problem.  He thought about what he knew of men in power and thought that appealing to man’s baser nature might get them somewhere, so he thought about finding out what kind of partners the Chief preferred.  The obvious conclusion was checking in at a local brothel might shed light on the information he sought.  And despite Kizzy begging the young man not to go – and telling him he couldn’t because he was too young; it was past his bed thyme – he went anyways, as a rebellious teen does.  Olek and Thorn went to watch and see what would unfold.  Bitsy went to keep an eye on things, disguised as a mouse.

Eventually they entered the Common grounds, even worse up close than it looked from the rim of the pit. It was a rundown district where workers in the mines, mostly slaves and indentured servants, lived.  Those that lived there were weary and a bit on the hungry side.  In a district like that the brothel they were able to find was equally terrible.  Thyme went in undeterred.

What followed was perhaps one of the most awkward exchange in the history of the world of Alia.

Thyme entered and saw at once that the woman running this establishment was part of the Wildfire legion that ran this part of the town.  She could tell immediately that he was out of his depth.  As he awkwardly pressed for information she demanded that he pay for a girl, or get out.  He was hesitant to choose a girl, so the Mistress of the house chose one that would suit a “first thymer”.  A middle-aged gnome known as Jewel came forward and after Thyme paid the Mistress 50 gold pieces led him to a room in the back.  Mouse-Bitsy followed.

For the next few minutes Thyme avoided the suggestive advances of Jewel, even going so far as to offer her some dried trail rations if she was hungry.  He learned that few from the stronghold came here, and that they had their own places for that kind of entertainment there.  They were more likely to come to the arena than here, though a few might visit and spend their winnings.

Once he’d learned that he left her room.  The house Mistress gave him a pitying look.  Olek patted him on the back consolingly letting him know that it happened to everyone.  Thorn pointed out it was his first time.  Later Mouse-Bitsy was sympathetic, telling the young man that she wouldn’t tell anyone what really happened if he wanted.

The four of them made a quick stop by the arena, watching an orc fight a dire wolf.  Thorn lost five silver on a bet when the orc knocked the wolf out cold.  Curious they asked a few denizens of the city about the arena and found out that anyone could join if they proved themselves against some weaker beasts.  A member of the legion offered to show them some of the beasts they had, rather proudly.  Bothered, Bitsy, no longer a mouse, went with the others to see them.  She found them in small cages, scarred, feral, and mad. It ate at the deepest part of her nature.  She clenched her jaw and left with the others, for now.

Back at The Last Oasis, Kizzy waited for Thyme with a look of disapproval.  Absinthe watched the frustrated Tiefling, keeping her company. When Thyme returned, he was very quiet about what had happened which only seemed to confirm their beliefs.

Eventually Kizzy told them that the temple to Ariss here could put them all up for the night. Absinthe and Thyme took her up on the offer.  Olek wanted to spend some more time drinking with Thog, and Thorn was more comfortable at the inn.  Bitsy, to Kizzy’s surprise stayed at the inn as well.  She told Kizzy it was because she preferred it, but in all honesty, she didn’t feel comfortable around gods after being raised to believe in the Old Way her whole life.

They rested for the night and agreed to meet in the morning to determine a course of action.

After a restless night, Thyme woke early and was met outside the temple by a hulking goliath name Bron. The man, a carpenter in the city, handed Thyme a crate containing a new lute, and instructions for his next one. The young Tiefling went back into the temple and played a few notes on the beautiful crystalline lute, the color of it shifting with the notes he played.

Thyme was not looking forward to how jealous Absinthe was going to be…

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Does Your Cat Love You?

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Most cat parents I know shower their cats with love and affection every day. In fact, I am constantly hugging and kissing my own kitties and telling them how much I love them. Some of them, like Rosie, will put their head on my shoulder and lean into the hug, almost hugging me back, and I love that! Although this is an obvious sign of love and affection from my cat, not all kitties will welcome the hugs and kisses we can’t help but bestow.

Some of my cats actually squirm and wiggle to get out of my loving embrace! Others just go limp and merely tolerate it until it’s over. If your cats do that, too, how can you tell if your cat really loves you, or is bearing all that adoration and affection just to get treats?

Here are seven “tell-tail” signs that your cat truly loves you, too.

Tail up

I call this “exclamation mark tail,” and what signifies excitement more than the exclamation mark! See? If your cat greets you with his tail straight up in the air, that means he loves and trusts you completely. If there is a little bend at the end making his tail look more like a question mark, that means your cat just simply adores you!

Following you

Whenever I’m doing chores around the house, or even just relaxing, my cats start to migrate to whatever room I happen to be in. When your cat loves you, he craves your companionship and wants to be with you all the time. Of course, there is also the chance you might just decide to make some food or give out treats, and your kitty sure does not want to miss that!

Meowing

Did you know that in nature, cats do not use “meow” to communicate with one another past kittenhood? Kittens use the meow to let momma cat and siblings know they are all right, and they outgrow this form of communication once they become adults. Unless they live a cushy indoor life! Then your cat will meow to talk with (or maybe even control?) you, their favorite human.

Purring

Did you know that a cat’s purr can actually heal you? A purring cat puts out vibrations that are between 25 and 140 Hertz, the same frequency at which broken bones and wounds heal. My friend Linda has a cat who can sense when her daughter, Nikki, is about to have a seizure. Kizzy will put his head on Nikki’s and purr at a frequency that even has a different sound to it. His purring will often ward off the oncoming seizure, or at least make it less severe. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is!

Related: Why Do Cats Purr? Cat Purrs Don’t Always Mean Your Kitty is Happy

Making biscuits

A cat who is happy to be by your side may start doing something we lovingly call “making biscuits.” This action mimics the kneading action your cat made while he was nursing and bonding with his mother, back when he was a kitten. You may find your cat wants to knead right on you, which, although painful with his claws, means he finds comfort with you, and is happy to be in your care. Your cat wants you to feel his love! (Love hurts!)

Washing your hair

My Hope kitty will get on the back of my sofa right behind my head and begin washing my hair! YUCK! Mutual grooming, called allogrooming, is common among many species of animals and is one of the ways cats bond to one another. So, it stands to reason that your cat would use allogrooming to show her love and to bond closely with you, her chosen favorite human. While we don’t groom our cats back in quite the same way, pull out a brush, and just watch your cat come running. Most cats love to be brushed; it’s the other half of the mutual grooming equation that bonds cats (and humans) together.

Making eye contact

Slow blinking motions are kitty sign language for “I love you.” One of my cats, Brownie, is still what I consider to be semi-feral. Although her three siblings all calmed down and became loving cats, Brownie is still somewhat skittish. I get to see her (she hides from other people), but I rarely get to touch her (once in a great while, but usually it’s met with a hiss). However, she will come out where I can see her and give me those ever-so-slow eye blinks, just to let me know that she loves me to the best of her ability. We’ve been through two major moves together, and she trusted me enough to get her into a carrier (with some trickery). I find it a great honor that she gives me those eye blinks to let me know that she is happy here with her kitty pals.

Now that you know what to look for, you’ll recognize those daily moments when your cat can’t help but tell you how much she loves you. She knows she’s lucky to live in a warm, cozy place with a full food bowl and a human who loves her with all their heart.

Top photo by Erica Danger

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Gig #43 of 2015: Feral Kizzy and Dark Ocelot

Brenda Carsey and Kizzy Kirk of Feral Kizzy 8/7/15

Last Friday, August 7th I went to Pehrspace in Echo Park to see Feral Kizzy and Dark Ocelot. This show was one of the first ones Feral Kizzy has done since getting back from their inaugural West Coast tour in support of their debut LP Slick Little Girl. One thing I noticed about this performance is the subtle difference of the extra boost of confidence that most bands take on after playing out of town for a stretch of time. One of my personal highlights from their set is the song “Lament”. It’s a wonderfully moving song and feels like a good emotional center to their music. 

Dark Ocelot closed the night out around midnight. The ban is comprised of Eli and Mary Chartkoff The Monolators/Dawn of Sequins/Madame Headdress, and Pauline Lay from Divisadero and Moses Campbell on violin. The music felt grounded in what The Monolators did but taken in a more aggressive direction while being drenched in the effect laden flourishes of Pauline’s violin. It was a great  contrast to hear Eli’s bass with that type of violin playing. The band claims this will be the only performance of this music but I certainly hope that isn’t the case.

[justmwahstruly]

guys,,, my hand slipped……

“No!”

“We’re just people! Some of us are children! Some have never gone feral!”

”How can you kill so many people like this?”

”Sissy, I don’t want to die.”

She zoned back in. There were tons of people around her and her family, crying and screaming. Her littlest sister, Kizzy just told her the thing she never wanted to hear from her. No, of course she didn’t want to die. No one here wanted to. Not now, not like this.

Biting back tears, to be strong, she responded, “I know. No one here does. Tazee, come here.”

”I’m— oh my god. I’m sorry you never got to see the perfect world we all wanted. I’m so sorry. I should have done more for you guys, for Benny, for all of you. You guys deserve the world. And if they’re going to take us from it, then… I—“

”I don’t know. But I love you guys more than anything, please never forget that. Benny, please, give me a moment— I need to find—“

She looked around frantically. Please, he had to be out of here, or at least here with her— 

There. He had a painfully defeated expression, looking like he could cry. It broke her heart. She just— she wasn’t thinking. And she ran to him and hugged him the tightest she ever had. She sobbed and shook, and her tears fell down her face as naturally as a dripping tap. That’s how it felt, at least. She looked at his face. He looked so sad. It hurt her. She gently took his hand, and lightly tugged, asking him to come along silently. He started walking, and she brought him back to her siblings. 

“You guys know Flint. I… wanted him to be with m— with us. Before we...”

She trailed off, unable to say it. They knew what she meant to say, though. Before they died. 

Her little sisters hugged her, crying. It hurt her. She fell to her knees, crying with them. Benny hugged them, starting to cry, too. 

As she looked up at Flint, she saw him in the way she always had. This wasn’t just a customer she particularly liked. He wasn’t just a guy who worked at the daycare her sisters went to. He was her friend, her love, a part of her. And she didn’t want to lose him, not like this. She didn’t want to lose any of them. She didn’t want to lose herself. She just didn’t want all these people to die for something they couldn’t control. 

And as they started letting the gasoline flow into the pit, the screams overwhelming her, he joined their little huddle.

These were their last moments, at least they were together.

And then they threw the match.

STARTS SOBBING OUGHGHFHFHGHGH

(and Flint belongs to the homie @twolitwicksinatrenchcoat LUCA IM SORRY WAHHHHH)

Alternate AU for the zombie au where the higher ups ultimately decide to trap all the Sentients in a pit to burn them and it’s tragic and sad and As The World Caves In is playing and oufhhghf im making myself sad so I have to curse you guys with it too

[kristincondia]

Another amazing shot of Feral Kizzy, taken by Sarah Elise Abramson.

[anyu-blue]

So here we are at nearly 6am and can't sleep (partially due to hunger, partially because I can't get my brain to mellow out- don't leave your jacket with your license and SSN and $ and debit card at work.. it's terrifying.. cuz idk how the hell I'm going to get it back before Monday 😭 cuz I certainly shouldn't drive without the license!!) and who comes to sit on my lap and purr? Not the Kizzy, no, he was downstairs sleeping with Lonlon ❤️, but Whisper!!

I grabbed some cereal because my stomach is all butterflies but needs food and I think "oh, she's here because she wants milk.." I let her sniff the bowl and she nopes out- ears back, face scrunched, whole nine yards- but settles down and continues to purr.

Eh??? The 1/4 feral child wants.. cuddles??? After all this time???

She just made herself more comfortable on my lap... 😭 So tiny and sweet... Thank you, baby.

Poor thing is covered in mats from trying to shed her winter coat and from who knows what else (both Kizzy's and her fur has been very strange since we moved here, we're not sure what's going on), but she's still letting me pet her full body and not running away. And PURRING.. the purring... My heart... Little baby has the teenciest weenciest widdle purr... just 💕😭💕

Cats are the best...

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Fartbarf | Stalins of Sound | Feral Kizzy | The Do-Its June 6th at the Redwood Bar in Downtown Los Angeles