#Rrrraaaaaa

[nightxaviation]

might as well put the pics i have so far huh

And the little notes I have so far. Not good at this lol

Highly sensitive to atmospheric conditions and are only truly suited for those of their home world. Most notably contributing to this are their espix— sensory organs that protrude from the head and usually reach just above the chest. Espix contain receptors for temperature, barometric pressure, ionization, etc. Additional receptors are present in their ears, lungs, and eyes.

Irises are large (with minimal sclera), but pupils are small even when fully dilated since the planet does not ever get fully dark. They do not see well in the dark.

Spots along center front and spine are discharge points for the electric organs beneath the skin, from which short electric bursts can be expelled, briefly stunning another organism. This function is mainly said to be used for self-defense, but smaller shocks have been known to be produced for play, and occasionally out of fear/stress.

Extremities coated in dark,short almost velvet-like hairs that retain heat/insulation.

Reproduce asexually through parthenogenesis, resulting in low genetic diversity. This contributes largely to their sensitivity to changing climates.

Hatcheries (fon) pay willing individuals to reproduce, and the eggs are incubated and hatched, and offspring are raised in batches at the hatchery.

Hatcheries have become somewhat varied and competitive, with much experimentation with incubation conditions and their effects on the offspring leading to “specialization” and such to produce traits even within the relatively homogenous population.

Some hatcheries have high pressure to conform with what offspring are ‘bred’ for, by way of financial support and sometimes even detention (seen as contract violation) and threatening the egg's layer.

Genderless society and language (when using gendered languages, an individual will decide which descriptors, if any, to use to best fit how they feel).

Color variations run the gamut from brown-peach-tan hues to blues, purples, reds, greens, etc. This is the most noticeable example of diversity in the species.

Naming: [region] [hatchery name]’fon [given name] – example: Susuro, raised in the Karo Hatchery (Karo’fon) in the Ensehr region bears the full name Ensehr Karo’fon Susuro.

[bobothefuckingfool]

put me down like a dawwgggg i cannot do this

[packedice]

i got paid and it isnt nearly enough to pay rent to my mom + groceries + gas + my phone bill is being taken from my account tomorrow… Hahahaha 😭😭😭

[sunset-bridge]

boy look at my new pfp

[theravenatmychamberdoor]

Hell yeah

in case I don’t finish my actual Valentine’s Day drawing

[foolishfuuck]

guys everything is getting better fr but i still feel like dookie wtf do i do

[h-a-unted]

[sinnabee]

SOBS AND CRIES AND SHAKES IN MY LITTLE BOOTS AAAAAA I LOVE THEM SO SO SO SO MUCH KAY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Artfight attack on @sinnabee’s BEAUTIFUL OCS Kate Winthrop and Pikko :D I love them so so so very much

I went n had fun trying out a gradient map for this one and it’s making me want to create more gradient presets just for funsies ., and as a surprise tool that’ll help us later ;))

[indiestsnake]

I WENT TO BED AT 10PM FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE AND IM STILL

FUCKING

TIRED

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[quillkiller]

guys im becoming so obsessed with knights and knighthood…….

[lunarpanda]

Mt. Takao episode but with Mika in it.

Would also be wearing flip flops instead of proper hiking shoes but that's just her deal because she can't stand shoes in the first place. Her feet don't get sore instantly but maybe a while up the mountain she starts to feel it.

Is mostly playing Pokemon Go and spinning stops, checking for shinies along the path. She at least gets one but it's something she already has.

At the first gift shop she spots the little panda phone covers and buys one not realizing that it doesn't fit her phone. It does fit Totty's phone and she gives it to him. He adores it and brags that he has something that reminds him of Mika to the others (despite they all have something from her like a million times over already, he love being braggy).

Does not play along with the kindergarten ploy. Just stands back and is like ʕಠᴥಠʔ <"what the fuck are you guys doing this time?"

When it comes to the lifts there was a huge squabble in who sits with her. She actually goes first alone and everyone else is paired with the episode proper.

Has the moe moment looking over the fall town with everyone. Takes pictures of them as well as the fall foliage for art inspiration later. Buys everyone a special treat at the rest area.

Is found dead with the others eaten by crows at the ending.

[pink-tk-a-latte]

I AM SO COOKED

[denaliwrites]

Parade of Dancing Skeletons

Peter Vincent x GN!Reader

Summary: Peter takes it upon himself to scare the kids that come to his door for trick-or-treating. The kids aren't impressed -- and you find this hilarious.

Soundtrack: The Greatest Show Unearthed by Creature Feature

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Jumpscares. :)

You opened the door to see a little Batman, a little wizard, and a little vampire waiting patiently on the other side. "Trick or treat!" they said (mostly) in unison, holding out their little pails and bags.

"Oh, aren't you the cutest," you said, kneeling down on your haunches to be eye level with them and holding out the candy bowl for them to make their selections.

From behind you, the sudden sound of a loudly growled "RRRRAAAAAA!" exploded from the dark. Instead of fear, though, the kids simply looked up, looked at each other, and giggled.

You turned to throw a brief amused glance over your shoulder before your attention returned to the kids.

"Happy Halloween!" they all said together.

Smiling, you gave a gentle wave as they started pulling away. "Happy Halloween!"

The door closed with a soft click behind you. Peter was waiting for you just a pace or two back, holding his "terrifying" werewolf mask in his hands.

"Why aren't they scared?" he asked dejectedly.

You pulled him into a loving kiss, though there was no getting rid of the smirk you wore at his expense. "Have you considered, Peter, that you're just not really all that scary?"

"What?" he asked in mock offense. "I -- I'm terrifying! And the mask -- scariest thing I've ever seen."

"Babe, it's the only piece of the costume you bought. The rest of you looks like a totally normal guy. That's not scary -- to anyone. Let alone kids."

He was about to protest but was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Hold that thought," you told him as you turned to the door. You heard him slinking back into the shadows as you opened it, heard the creak of your floorboards as you knelt down to talk to the kids, heard the big roar from behind you as the kids laughed.

He sighed and tore the mask off again while the latest batch of children walked away. "Maybe you're right."

"Only maybe?" you challenged, throwing him a look over your shoulder.

"Okay, fine, you're absolutely right. Better?"

Your smile was very self-satisfied, but you were prevented from saying anything by the sound of tiny footsteps on the front steps.

A little girl, barely older than five (if that, even), toddled up and gave you a big smile. "Trick or treat!"

"Why, hello Princess Jasmine," you greeted her as you held out the candy bowl for her. You heard Peter creeping up behind while she dug around for a candy she liked, and before you could warn the poor thing, that roar ripped out of his throat and she jumped so hard you thought she might burst out of her own skin.

Fat teardrops pooled in her eyes, and both you and her parents rushed in to provide some comfort. You were closer, and even after taking the time to set the candy bowl down your hands were still wrapped around hers comfortingly before her parents had even made it up the steps.

"Oh, you poor thing," you cooed, "that wasn't very nice, was it?" She shook her head as she sobbed. "Don't mind my boyfriend -- he's mean. See, he doesn't like princesses," you told her conspiratorily.

This caught her attention enough to stop the wailing, though you could still see some silent tears falling. "He doesn't? Why not?"

"Well, he used to be in love with a princess," you continued, leaning in close, though you made sure he could hear you. "But she loved someone else. So now he hates princesses, and he scares them any chance he gets as revenge."

It wasn't the smoothest story, but luckily it didn't need to be to capture a five-year-old's imagination. Her Disney-filled brain easily accepted the explanation and probably even filled in some gaps with princess movie cliches along the way. Her eyes were wide as she looked up first to you, then to Peter, still lurking by the door, and finally her parents.

"Here," you said, letting go of her hands to pick up the candy bowl again. "If you take two or three candies, he'll be so mad that he'll disappear."

The girl gleefully accepted this, grabbed, by your count, six candies (not that this was a problem, she probably didn't know how to count and you had plenty either way), and went on her way.

You closed the door with a sigh and moved to stand. As you turned, Peter pinned you to the door, a thoughtful look on his face.

"You're good with them," he finally said, tilting his head.

"Huh?"

"The kids. You're good with them. I just... I didn't expect it. You've never mentioned... kids."

You blinked. "Oh. Er. Yeah. I guess. Kids are cool, sometimes. Their excitement for Halloween is infectious..."

"Do you want kids?"

You weren't really prepared for this line of questioning and blinked up at him with owlish eyes. "Er... I mean, I guess, maybe? Someday? I never... thought about it."

He hummed thoughtfully before pulling away. A moment later, the doorbell rang. "I'm gonna go grab us something to eat. Should be past curfew by the time I get back."

"Pumpkin chocolate milkshake?"

"Yeah, yeah," he said with a kiss to your cheek. "And two orders of fries."

"Thanks, babe."

"When I get back we're watching a scary movie," he said, pointing to you. "You promised."

He opened the door, and was immediately greeted by a small army of children crying "Trick or treat!"

The look on his face as he tried to wind through them was priceless.

[aferinbyname]

*In the corner hair stood up*

*is also a killer benefit black kitten*

Grhrhrh rrrraaaaaa

-cat anon

hey im gonna go get you a treat *scurries away then scurries back with a treat and sets it in front of her, walking back a bit to give it space.*

[rockstar-roxie]

I wanna RRRRAAAAAA!!!

I wanna BREAK SHIT!!!

[ruinedheart]

RRRRAAAAAA I'M THINKING ABOUT VANITAS AGAIN