#Very cute animation. You should like- go see it its amazing

[darlingcloudie-9]

Hopped on that one ai site just to relentlessly bully my boy Silv because i love him and wtf. We cool now

[dirt-str1der]

I will always be vocal about how much dr stone sucks and how stupid it is but to be quite honest it consumes 80% of my waking thoughts and yes i also downloaded the chinese kemonomimi doujin so i could pretend to read it in my spare time

[ariseur]

How do you think Arthur Morgan would react to a reader who has a great connection with animals? The reader knows how to calm animals, from horses to pigs and chickens, she also ensures that the animals have a good food and she will always be seen with a cat or a dog in her arms.

animal whisperer 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

arthur morgan x reader

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this request was sooo cute!! sorry it took me a little while to complete it, i’ve been working on like fifteen different drafts at once !! 💗

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mentions of animals ( dogs, cats, horses ), mentions of arthur getting bucked off of his horse 😭, intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!!

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❥ let me start this off by saying that i think arthur would literally adore you and your presence. like, he already thinks you’re such a beautiful lady and that you’re amazing within your own, but seeing you so domestic with animals does something to him.

❥ arthur’s lived a hard life, he’s calloused and struggles with letting himself enjoy some of the nicer moments in life alone. but when he finds you, it feels like all of the toughness that everybody sees melts away. all he wants is you, and now that’s he’s experienced the feeling of you, he never wants to let that go

❥ if you have a more curt and blunt nature to yourself, but you just melt around animals? oh, man— he’ll do anything to see that side of you. whenever it slips out and he sees you care so much for the horses or actually supply them with hay bales and proper necessities, his eyes will always follow you curiously

❥ and even if you’re a super sweet and outwardly kind person, he’ll still adore you!! he thinks it’s cute how you care so much for animals even if he wont say it to you, he has a fondness for animals too— except it’s more so updating his compendium and hunting them rather than taking them under his wing and feeding them 😭

❥ if you have a dog, he will love that baby to death let me tell you. doesn’t matter if they’re mangy or a mutt or even purebred, he will love them regardless. if we’re going based off what dogs you can get in rdo, i think he’d get along with a chill bigger dog— but even if your dog was energetic or more on guard like a chesapeake bay retriever or a labrador retriever, he will still adore them. i can just imagine arthur with a little guard dog by his side walking through camp as it follows him everywhere. having a dog will probably make him remember his old dog copper as he tells you tales of his journeys with him at night while rubbing your dog behind the ear as it lays its head on his lap.

❥ arthur’s not really a cat person but he won’t mind if you have one!! cats are very independent and he understands that so he’ll give them their space until one day they just like.. drape themselves over his lap and he has no idea what to do. he feels bad if he stands up but like.. he doesn’t know what else to do 😭

❥ and while i’m writing this i’m thinking of how in the game, micah would literally kick the crap out of cain in rdr2 and would scold him for no reason :(((. let me just say that arthur would literally not stand for that ( and yes i only write for high honor arthur, but i feel like regardless of his honor he wouldn’t be okay with it either way ). also why am i imagining micah getting bit or scratched and arthur just like laughing at him— like even him and your animal share a look because do you see this utter buffoonery? micah’s more of an animal than anyone if we’re being honest

❥ if you don’t like seeing him hunt or watching him skin animals, then he’ll suggest you turn away or he’ll point out something in the distance ( probably another cute animal prancing around or something ), and if it’s something small like a rabbit or a bird then it’ll be done in no time and he’ll redirect your attention back to him, jumping back on his horse and saying you guys should continue on with your journey

❥ if you need him to stop by to get any necessities or food for the animals at camp, he’ll stop by on his way back and get them the proper things they need. if you thank him, he’ll just brush it off and say it’s no problem— ( he was like two counties away but he’d gladly go back if you needed him to do so ).

❥ in summary, i feel like arthur would do really great with a partner with pets or a love for animals in general. he doesn’t get the fascination too much but he’ll support you nonetheless, as long as you don’t get hurt trying to pet something that looks cute when it’s not lmfao.

❥ holy crap i need jelp whyisa rthjrorhajgan so fne

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“shh.. calm down, boy.” with your hands held out cautiously, you slowly approached ARTHUR’s bucking horse— the tennessee walker’s chestnut coat glimmering in the sun as it shone on its back. its alarmed neighs filled the air with only the distant rushing of water to accompany it, along with arthur’s huffs behind you as he caught his breath.

“‘s alright.” you cooed at the horse, waiting until its breaths slowed down slightly before you moved closer. your arms slowly extended out to reach his snout, his eyes widened and looking everywhere but you. you softly shushed as you halted your movements. your hand hovered over the white of his proboscis before finally placing a gentle hand on its nose, feeling its heavy breathing upon your arm.

“i still dont— fff.. get how you.. do ‘at.” arthur wheezed, bent over with his knees supporting him as he placed firm hands on them. he let out a breathy laugh, tipping his head up so you could catch a glimpse of his eyes under the brim of his hat. “i dunno what he even gotten spooked over.” he shook his head, watching as you pulled out a small carrot from your pocket and carefully fed it to his horse who munched on it in delight.

you didn’t pay him a glance as you were enveloped in the tenessee walker instead, smiling as you replied, “probably just somethin’ in the grass.”

“fair ‘nuff.” he shrugged, brushing himself off before placing a hand on his back while he winced. arthur sucked some air between clenched teeth as he struggled to stand upright. “think he got somethin’ in my back, too.” with a string of muttered curses, he hunched over once again.

your head turned this time, still focused on giving small pats to the horse’s nose as you tilted your head. brows furrowed, you asked, “need me to get you something from outta town?”

“naw, ‘s fine—“

“arthur, i was heading out that way already,” you pointed a thumb behind you— leading his vision to your horse stationary in the distance, tapping its hooves against the ground as it waited. he looked back at you as you held a gentle smile on your face and continued, “i don’t mind stoppin’ for something.”

arthur sighed, his fingers still kneading his lower back as he let out an occasional groan.

he let the silence take hold on the situation for a second, contemplating his options. letting his fingers twist and grab at the grass beneath him— his eyes flickered between the two horses, and then finally back to you. realizing it wouldn’t make a difference and you’d probably get it anyway, he waved a dismissive hand around and finally nodded his head.

“yeah, sure.”

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[talenlee]

Hanamusa, Explained

There is a nonzero chance if you follow me on tumblr, you’ve seen the term ‘Hanamusa’ attached to something I shared. It’s probably also some super cute art of Delia Ketchum and Jessie Teamrocket, and you may wonder what is going on and also, why is there so much good art of this.

Hanamusa as a term derives from the Japanese names of the characters – Hanako and Musashi. If you’re into shipping name structures, Hana-Musa implies that Hanako is the seme and Musashi the uke, but I don’t think that holds for all use cases of the type of terminology. It’s a ship. It’s an AU ship, as in an ‘alternate universe’ ship, where the two characters are presented in a context outside of the normal context of the anime presentation of them.

The Hanamusa ship as I understand it is set at some point after Jessie and James stop chasing Ash around, and Jessie settles down into a relationship with Delia. There’s tension about her history with Ash and the confusion about finding Your Personal Villain dating your mom, but mostly it’s about showing a sweet domestic life between two characters you know very well in a format I kind of see as like, Comedy-Sabot Romantic 4koma. Like, Hanamusa content is funny (and it is VERY funny) but it doesn’t need to be funny, because the main thing it’s about is showing these two characters and their relationship as they do cute things together.

It’s why people watch shows like K-On basically.

As for where this idea comes from, (EDIT: Slightly wonky wording here, I should have phrased 'this current fandom push' - I don't have any reason to believe Mai INVENTED the ship, just that when you go looking you'll wind up at her work) it seems to have its genesis with the work of one Kiana Mai, who developed this ship some time ago. Kiana Mai is also an extremely skilled artist, and one of those skills seems to be focus, creating these extremely clean-line excellently structured scene vignettes with no unnecessary content in them but also no need to rocket along. It’s amazing, engaging work that uses every part of the small format amazingly well. Which makes sense because one of the things Kiana Mai does is storyboarding work for Disney animated TV shows, a task at which I am sure she no doubt excels.

What I think is the most interesting aspect of Hanamusa, to me specifically, is that it manages to combine three things I don’t actually care about, in a way that doesn’t interfere with something I have unexpectedly strong opinions on. I do not watch Pokemon, and I have not shed a tear for Team Rocket and Ash Ketchum wandering into the sunset. That is a show that is not for or about my interests and that is okay. Indeed, imagining that it should be about what interests me is baffling. I think if I stopped watching a show twenty years ago, I have lost all right to act like I’m entitled to expect it remain the way it was all the way back then.

But I do have opinions on Jessie and James’ character voice. Not their voice acting – I mean, I know for a fact they’ve had to change over time and no voice actor should be obligated to kick it in the same role for what could be their entire career. I mean the way they talk about things and the words they use and kind of emphasis they put on words when they talk. About the way they voice their ideas, or the way they express who they are in the way they talk to one another, that stuff. It’s about affordances and persona, about the kind of people you project being by what words you choose to use and the affect when using them.

It’s why when, if a picture of a character is underneath it, you can read some dril posts as being ‘appropriately’ voiced by a character, even if it’s describing a candle situation that Francis Crozier did not have opinions on.

Jessie has a voice.

Jessie, in my head, is someone capable of moments of tenderness and friendship that is normally overwhelmed by an incredible confidence in ability she does not have and mere reality will never be given permission to infringe on it. Jessie is unassailably unstoppably sure of herself, thoughtlessly stupid in a way that doesn’t mean she is stupid, but which exists in a context of someone who has relentlessly pursued excellence in her job which is also the equivalent of being a late night 7/11 manager. She is the Girlboss that is Gaslighting herself into thinking she has something to Gatekeep.

Delia Ketchum by comparison is a very nice piece of wallpaper. Every appearance of her in my mind is someone Very Nice who is Very Patient and Very Supportive and has managed to keep literally all emotionally challenging conversations from happening around Ash, which can be perhaps easier when you remember that he, too, is an idiot. I don’t know how Delia Ketchum talks, but I do know that there are ways that Delia Ketchum does not talk.

This is interesting! It’s interesting because it presents a character where I am very sure I know what she does do when she does it, and a character about whom I can only be sure wouldn’t do some things. It creates a character space, and it creates expectations of affect and performance within that space. Ash and other characters show up as well, but because they get to interact with this already-defined space, you get treated to this really lovely kind of resonance. Would Ash call Jessie ‘dad’? Maybe, to bug her. He was good at being a twerp. Wasn’t he? I mean I remember it that way, he seems to work out that way, but… how would I know?

I know more of this AU where Jessie is studying to be a Pokemon Doctor and Ash wears glasses than I do of the source material any more. And if you’re wondering ‘hey, do Jessie and Delia ever meet in the source material?’ Like, yeah, for a few seconds. What, the point is creating something new.

If you want to check out Hanamusa stuff and read the comics, I recommend going and clicking on the hashtag on tumblr.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

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What are your thoughts on transformers prime and transformers one?

TL:DR I liked both! TFP was my first Transformers show that I watched all the way through and TF1 was a lot of fun! Opinions on Starscream under the break pfpfpfpfpfpf

Prime was literally my first Transformers experience (Okay that's not true, I did see the first Bay movie when it came out but lets not talk about that). It's really good! My favorite character was Ratchet, I loved that he's just a tired, grumpy, racist old man and he's a doctor. Knock Out was the best thing to come out of TFP and he really should be in more stuff. Really would have loved a fourth season but it wouldn't have been the same without the children around. I liked what we got!

Prime has an excellent Starscream, Steve Blume does an amazing performance with both his deep conniving gravel and his high pitched terrified sputtering. So much character in his animation too, especially in later seasons, and an incredibly compelling character arc. Prime Starscream is not a good person, but I would burn the world for him, and I like the small moments in the show that hint at something in his character that could be turned to good, but circumstance always works against him in that regard. He's just so pathetic, but also competent and dangerous, all the best qualities of a Starscream and a very unique design!

Transformers One was quite good, I was worried because of the trailers but I was surprised by how well executed it all was. None of the characters were annoying, and making Optimus Prime originally one of the oppressed class alongside Megatron was a good move. The scene where Orion gives Dee the sticker is so cute, I simply cannot. The ending felt a bit rushed but what can you do, it wasnt so bad that it's a problem for me.

I would have loved just a little more Starscream in the movie! Like, I knew he wasn't really gonna be in the movie much so i was prepared for it to be little more than a glorified cameo, but I loved a lot of what we did get and I feel like it was missing just a little bit more! Like, the whole High Guard turned rogue backstory he has is great, implies some honor to his character since he didnt keep serving Sentinal when the guy turned Cybertron over to the Quintissance. I think it's hilarious that Starscream is so much older than Megatron. Like, they gave us a lot of food to make headcanons out of, but then the rushed ending kind of left me with no real reason given for him and the rest of the High Guard to go with Megatron without a fight. Like, I think the reason given was that, because Megatron beat him up that one time, and then killed Sentinal, and since the High Guard became a might makes right society and hates Sentinal, I guess thats why they are loyal to him now. And I guess the one line where Starscream is like "all hail megatron" is supposed to indicate he's 100% behind Megatron now and not just a spur of the moment thing. And I guess them following his command to destroy the city is why theyre being banished. But like...idk, every other plot point was well established and properly played out, and the whole decepticons thing just didnt really feel like enough, and i kind of feel like it should have been more clearly communicated considering its an entire one side of a two sided war? I feel like we werent shown the high guard doing anything egregiously bad besides attacking people because megatron told them to.

Like, there's nothing in the movie to suggest that Starscream and the High Guard arent still loyal to the Primes. So when Orion comes back as a prime, like a proper prime, with the matrix and everything, which everyone knows will make the energon flow again, I'm surprised Starscream didnt at least try to make excuses or worm his way into avoiding banishment? My headcanon is he wanted to kill Sentinal as bad as Megatron and so when Megatron finally does what he failed to do for 50 cycles, he's like aite im ride or die for this guy. Maybe 50 cycles of living in the wilderness doing nothing but scout and pit fight all day changes a guy and they dont wanna live in a society anymore. Why dont they accept Optimus as the new prime? They helped him and Elita save their friends, and unlike Sentinal Optimus has the actual Matrix this time. Idk mang. Woulda liked a bit more.

Transformers One, not my favorite design for Starscream. The head vents going wide at the bottom look weird to me, and his legs are so long and flat.

Thems my opinions!

[hkblack]

Let me tell you a story...

It starts in the summer of 2021. Honestly it probably starts a little before that. 2020 through 2022 ish are a bit hazy because there was a lot of sitting around at home doing nothing.

Somewhere in that haziness my partner goes “wait, you haven’t watched this Good Omens show yet? And you haven’t read the book? … oh no. You should do that.”

And immediately after finishing the show I knew I was in trouble. I knew if I read the book I would absolutely fall down the fandom rabbit hole and be trapped, and so for a very long while, I didn’t. Until I did.

And then in August 2021, I wandered into fandom. I had been lurking. Seeing what AO3 had to offer. Crawling back onto Tumblr. But I had a story idea, and I needed a beta reader. And the last time I was in fandom, LiveJournal was still a thing, so I didn’t know where to go.

I found out about Discord, and I signed up for a thousand servers, it felt like, and in one server I bravely started sticking my neck out.

There was talk about someone writing a Human AU on a farm, and farm animals in general, and I chimed in about goat-scaping. And then I made the joke that would seal my fate.

“I don’t know if I could write a kid fic, but you know. I could write a kid (goat) fic.”

It was meant to be a short, sweet, meet-cute. Professor Aziraphale has a goat from the goat scaping team break into his office. Based loosely on a campus experience where a member of the goat-scaping team at a campus I was on tried (and failed) to get into a classroom once.

A simple formula. Maybe a 4+1? 4 times a goat broke into Professor Aziraphale Fell’s office, and one time it didn’t.

I even found the first beta reading request. First chapter done, I’ve got four more planned. Rated T.

Ha.

I started writing Chapter 5, you know, the final chapter, and realized—there’s more to this story. These characters have life, and story, and who doesn’t want to see more goats? Also, had I truly fulfilled the “kid-fic” portion of my joke?

I think we can all agree that no, no I hadn’t.

So, I kept writing. But I also found my stride in other Discord Servers and in Fandom in general. And in the winter of 2021, I went on a beta-reading blitz for the Gift Exchange happening in the Do It With Style Events Discord server. I read something like 14? 15? stories in a very short amount of time and in doing so, got to know some really amazing people and began to carve out my spot in the community.

From this server I found folks with lived goat-experience who were willing to share and advise me. From this server I found beta readers and brit pickers willing to cheer me on and guide my writing to the best version it could be. I found friends and joy and I found community.

And if you look very carefully through the pages of Bleating Hearts, I think that at its heart, past the puns, past the obvious fast burn love story, and the crooked Luce Matin and demanding James Starr, and even beyond the goats, it’s a story about finding your place in a community. While we talk about Aziraphale and Crowley and their relationship, so many people have asked me about Anathema and Crowley at the chicken coop (we only got to see Newt and Aziraphale in the bedroom). The most commented on scene is Anathema pulling the car over and getting Aziraphale’s consent to go to Tracy’s for lunch.

It's a story with goats, romance, and drama. But it’s a story about community.

I have thanked the people most involved a thousand times over, and I will always take an excuse to thank them again. @ambrasue, my ride or die beta reader. She is who to thank for the sentences making sense. And for me not beating you all over the head with the word “Gently.” HolRose, for the Brit-Picking and second pair of eyes when Ambra and I had gone cross-eyed, and always, always, always having a kind comment ready to go for every chapter update. @writingordinaryrealities, for all things Goats, and for not laughing at me when we met in person and I lost my cool over real life goats.

@mirjam-writes! Mirjam made me my first ever fanart for one of my fanfics! And so many more of you have followed suit and I never know what to say when I see it but I always make a noise and run excitedly to my partner and flap my hands and show him his heart and he always gets the dumbest smile and goes, “I love when people make you goat fanart. You are adorable when you’re verklempt.”

But also, the DIWS and Good Omens community. Every single person who shouted at one of my snippets when I needed a boost and shared a bit of what I was proud of. Every single person who tagged me in a goat video—you all have tagged me in so many goat videos. I watch each and every one of them. Every single person who got excited when I said I was finally ready to start posting.

Because you see, that support, that community, led me to pay it forward. At TIC4 in 2023, I had just finished my panel on beta reading and was feeling a bit amped up. I saw in the chat that someone wanted to talk Slow Show and Human Aus and, I don’t know if y’all know this, but uh, I’m a big fan of human AUs. And so I hopped into the break out room and met J.

J is a lovely human who has been fandoming since the OG Star Trek days with Kirk and Spock. She had found a physical copy of Slow Show and just needed to talk to someone, anyone about it. She wasn’t sure what the Archive was, she was still learning her way around digital fandom, and I instantly wanted to reach out and help her find community and joy the way I had when I got started in the fandom. So, I sat down and I gave her my favorites. I told her how to find me on socials. We connected on Discord. We sent each other long letters back and forth on Discord sharing our joys and frustrations and our love of GO and talking about all sorts of other things. And it has been amazing listening to her stories and getting to know her.

Unbeknownst to me, J had reached out to @brunheiffer to ask for a physical copy of Bleating Hearts. Now—I’m all for fandom in the physical space, but it’s never even crossed my mind to do more than something printed out at my home printer, hastily hole punched, and shoved into a binder so I could sneak fanfiction reading time during 5th period math class after I was done with my worksheets many, many, many moons ago. When brunheiffer reached out and asked if they could print and bind a copy for me—I didn’t know what to say. Or do. Or think. I think I keysmashed? I keysmashed after I made my partner read the message out loud. And then I went and looked through tumblr and all of brunheiffer’s excellent work. And then I went, “Do I say yes?” and he went “um YES OF COURSE YOU SAY YES. WHAT”

So, I said yes.

I also said yes to progress shots and got to watch some of the coolest work ever. I didn’t know how books…ya know…booked. Witchcraft probably? I’m still convinced there is witchcraft involved, but there is also an incredible amount of skill, and time, and patience, and hard work, and love that is put into making a book a book. And learning what I did, and watching the process, and seeing the care that brunheiffer put into each of the three (THREE!) sets of books that were made (one for me, one for brunheiffer, one for J), was just stunning.

Do you know, J reached out to me and apologized for not asking me first and asked me if it was okay that she had reached out and asked if brunheiffer would do this for her? Why would I ever be against something so heartfelt and kind?

I cried.

I legitimately sat in my office and cried.

When people ask me how I write the way I do, or why I write, or anything along those lines. I have the same answer. “I write for myself.”

Oh sure, I started to write Bleating Hearts to make Ambra laugh and/or have feelings, but at the end of the day, when I write, it is because I need to get the bed time stories I tell myself at night, the day dreams while sitting on the bus, out of my head and somewhere else—so that a new movie can play. And when I write, I write knowing that I will come back to that story. That I will forget the little pieces (because I have a pretty shit memory tbh), and I’ll be able to go back, and wrap myself up in the comfort of the story I have written, and be surprised by some of the little details I left as presents for myself. And be excited. And be happy. And watch my favorite movie again.

So every time I see someone make art of this story, or talk about how they love the story, or how happy it made them, or the feelings it inspired, or how reading goats made them want to write their own fanfiction—I get, well, like my partner says, “verklempt.” I don’t know what to do with that feeling, other than to just be overwhelmed that somehow something I made to entertain me has brought other people so much joy. Has helped people connect and find community.

What a powerful and beautiful thing that is.

Not everything I write is going to be Bleati—y'all I am just going to call it Goats. Calling it Bleating Hearts feels so weird. It’s Goats. That’s the name of the story. That’s my name for the story.

Anyway.

Not everything is going to be Goats. I’ve got some wips in the hopper right now that are um…lots of angst and heavy spice. Not everything I write is going to be liked by everyone. Some of it may even offend you.

But knowing that this one thing has inspired you all to the point that I’ve been gifted the ability to hold my story in my hand?

That’s powerful.

And it only exists because this community, this Good Omens community, has come together and chosen joy.

There’s some bad apples out there, there are in every bunch. But I am liberal with my block button and have been blessed to find a welcoming and warm community that creates some amazing and incredible art—whether that’s like actual like digital or pen to paper art, or the fiction you write, or the podfics you record, or the meta analysis you write, or the playlists or the animatics or the beta reading or the shouting unhinged support or the role playing or the plushies, or the books you bind—this community is full of incredibly creative and amazing people.

So thanks, y’all, for letting me part of your community, and enjoying my silly little goat fic. And thank you brunheiffer and J for this amazing gift.

If you haven’t read it, or just want to reread it, you can read Bleating Hearts (GOATS) on Archive of Our Own.

All my love,

HK

(I am the most cringe sap on main right now. No regurts)

[thecryptidgrey]

As an avid lover of his Dark Materials I have yet to see a BG3 daemons concept and that is a Crime. So here are some Thoughts below the cut :)

(Also something something about the representation of religion in HDM and how it correlates to BG3's depictions of faith and trauma. I have the Idea but I am too tired to do much with it; may return to the thought later.)

Shadowheart- a borzoi. Elegant, spooky looking, dramatic. Borzoi don't make much vocal noise but are very playful- instincts surpressed by Sharrens that thrive with the party (see that very cute night orchid scene specifically). Generally very sweet, loyal animals, like SH when you get to know her. Plus they look amazing.

(Act 3 spoilers- I also appreciate that she'll match it when she dyes her hair. Seems suitable dramatic for her.) Anyways, I also really like borzois and think it's be funny af to see in them trotting around in game like the weird willow tree ghost things they are.

Lae'zel- Githyanki don't have daemons; she finds them baffling. Very impractical to carry one's soul on the exterior, although perhaps an efficient companion in combat to have someone you share instincts with. After much discussion by the others she decides for them if she did have one it would be a red dragon. Nobody argues with that.

(She does decide she'd have to prove herself worthy of such a beast first, and if she trusts Tav admits that maybe she'd like if Vlaakith could give her a daemon bond with her future dragon. Would she get a dragon if she became Vlaakith's chosen? Idk, she would now.)

Karlach- Tieflings also don't have daemons. She wants one wholeheartedly. The party finds her a magic ring that allows her to summon a familiar- she gets a direwolf puppy as enthusiastic and adoring as she is :)

Said ring is obtained somewhere in the Shadowlands after she gets the cooldown upgrade so she can hug it as soon as she has it. Also it grows up absolutely massive. Its paws are the size of its head when it's a puppy. All the better for cuddling with!

Gale- Tara. Wizards, sorcerers, etc, tend to have magical creatures as familiars. This AU he had Tara since the beginning. He still summoned all the other weird shit he did as a kid, just with Tara's help. She is his voice of reason and holder of the braincells; he gets to keep one and it's all about Mystra. She's protecting the rest from its corruption. He gets them back when the party convinces him to tell Mystra to go fuck herself.

(I do chew upon the trans Gale headcanon sometimes. If anyone wishes to muse with me on how daemons, which are typically of the opposite sex to their human, would be incorporated into that, please do.) Edit- pls see comments for very illuminating interpretations of daemons and gender!! Very cool stuff!

Wyll- lanner falcon. Medium sized yet formidable bird of prey, the head of which was often depicted on Egyptian gods like Ra and Horus. Beautiful, noble and nimble creatures (good for a dexterity based build, which I focused on for him alongside charisma).

Mizora's pact significantly lengthened their tether; her devil-form punishment broke it and weakened their bond significantly, much to their distress- they hate to be out of vision of one another as a result. Halsin, Jaheira and especially my Tav Cerewyn helped him adapt to and understand the new tether.

Druids and their daemons are based on the His Dark Materials witches, who have significantly lengthened bonds. Druid bonds are just as strong in markedly different ways; each is more independent and their personalities more distinct. I will definitley expand more on this; I adore Wyll and really want to do his character justice. He's the knight in shining armour but he also made a deal with a devil to be said knight, so, y'know. His daemon should really reflect that complexity.

Astarion- luna moth (changed when he turned- he can't remember what she was before.)

Beautiful in a fragile, showy way. Short-lived. Desperate for the light. A silkmoth; silk for embroidery. He resents her for being such a reflection of the self he tries so desperately to hide yet is fiercely protective of her, so beautiful and soft and hopeful- moths exist to seek light, craving it like he longed for a knight in shining armour, like he yearns for the sun.

Cazador liked to pin her wings.

(I love my sad wet cat very much and so as payback for hurting my soul he is subjected to the tragedy that is my attempting to be poetic :) )

Halsin- bear. Druid daemons reflect their favoured Wild shapes. Strong, steady, reliable, protective. Optimal shape for snuggles, very nice and warm, overall :) vibes to look at and be around. (Bear is not present for That Scene. That Scene and daemons are not up for discussion, you degenerates. Thank you <3)

Jaheira- Eurasian lynx. Struggled a bit on this one- didn't think any of the wild shapes suited her as a daemon- so looked up the national animal of Romania (supposedly Jaheira's accent?) for potential inspiration. Got the lynx, which seems perfect. Medium sized, elegant, very dignifed and deadly hunters who inhabit forests. Notably very quiet and hard to track. Endangered, which resonated with me because of Jaheira's status as one of the last of the Old Guard, so to speak. Nocturnal, which I like because we meet Jaheira in the shadow-cursed lands. Ambush predator, which just goes with my Gloom Stalker build for her. Overall seems perfect for the legendary druid.

Minsc- Boo? Fuck knows man, Minsc gonna Minsc. I spent way too long thinking about Jaheira and now I don't have the energy left. If Gale can have Tara, Minsc can have Boo. I do love Minsc so I will be back to expand on him if the mood strikes me but also I think maybe I don't need to? Daemon Boo just seems Right. Will consult Minsc's backstory and update later if necessary.

Minthara- yet to recruit her so uncertain. Displacer beast seems apt, maybe? Something felinoid would really fit her tbh. Elegant and lethal, very aloof but loyal once you've got her. Input would be appreciated.

My Tav, Cerewyn, just in case ya'll are interested- a raven named Gwyn, short for something I haven't figured out how to spell yet.

Clever, calculating, very blunt and sarcastic to balance out Cere's generally stoic, quite, calm demeanour. Sharp eyed bird for a sharpshooter ranger's daemon. Cere is a beast master ranger/ druid of land multiclass; ravens are summonable both for wild companions and familiars and are a wild shape (Cere's preferred wild shape too).

A common species but not to be underestimated and generally unpredictable, which suits her. She romances Astarion and both she and the raven think he and his luna moth are the prettiest things they've ever seen. They're also very patient and perceptive of trauma due to (Extensive Backstory), so they're more than happy to take their time with earning his trust. Astarion is very appreciative of all the shiny things the raven likes to bring him, and also that it clawed one of Cazador's eyes out for daring to speak to Astarion like That.

CONC.; symbolism is fun and also painful :)

Daemon names are a work in progress; the muses gave me this then said lol nope and fucked off before I could ask them for appropriate names. Might post them with some sketches of the party and daemons together?

(I wrote this in Notes app at an ungodly hour with fuck all editing. It is incoherent, but if anything is genuinely incomprehensible, please tell me so I may at least try to fix it. Much love <3 if you made it this far you get to know I welcome suggestions for NPCs to give daemons next!)

First edit- I misspelled quiet so many times omfg

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can i please rq grim and pim w/ a super feminine s/o that's super into nature? like she will straight up pick a snake off the side of the road bc she thinks its cool

There’s a 3ft garden snake named Rodney who lives in my neighborhood. He’s rlly cool, I’m rlly scared of him.

Very feminine nature

Grim

He hates nature, what did you expect? Ngl I just think he’s scared of bugs and unironically allergic to grass, it makes his legs ITCHY AF so he doesn’t care for you’re fascination of nature

Grim thinks it’s REALLY cool how brave you are and how you can pick up wild animals and bring them into the house but he’s gonna be screaming like a little girl

If you hand him a bug he’ll shit himself and run away screaming. He’s terrified of them, if you were evil you’d chase him around the yard while holding a beetle. Sadly though, you love him

Grim thinks you’re like Mother Nature. Which he loves and also just doesn’t get. He wants to understand why you give a shit about nature, nothing but gore and disease come from it so why bother?

He thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, even if he never says it. Grim likes to act tough but you can always catch him admiring your makeup or your beautiful

You have to drag him out into nature with your pretty sun dress and go on walks with him while you gush and rave about how much beauty there is. But you’re the only thing that’s beautiful here

He kinda said that last part accidentally, which makes him flustered. It’s cute when he gets all sweet and gushy like this. He can be cute sometimes

Pim

He ABSOLUTELY adores you!! He thinks you’re like a god(ess) or a fairy! He day dreams about you two being fairies together and living in a little mushroom :))

Thinks all of the effort you put in the look pretty is really amazing! Likes to watch you put on makeup sometimes, he doesn’t know how you can get your eyelids to sit so still

He just thinks you’re really pretty and loves how gentle and sweet you are. Especially to animals!

Pim loves nature. He’s a Snow White as well, so you two can enjoy befriending animals together! And admiring pretty forests and scenery

Although he may not appreciate being handed a snake, as much as he admires them. He likes to admire them from a distance and thinks you should too

Gets kinda panicky when you pick up potentially dangerous animals, he knows you’re fine but a part of him fears you getting hurt.

Loves going on picnics with you out into the woods. Sitting in a nice area and counting how many bugs you’ll see. It’s a nice way to spend your afternoon!

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Sup!! Welcome to my blog!! I mostly go by Sphny.This is my Transformers fan blog! I usually just draw, write, review, and reblog about stuff that I like.

Some I, admittedly, like more than others when it comes to this franchise’s wide array of options. These are just the ones that take up larger capacities of my headspace 24/7/365. Hell, this isn’t even all of them.

| Transformers: ONE — AHHHHH THIS MOVIE CHANGED MY LIFE FUNDAMENTALLY—I will never be the same because this movie is such a masterpiece the art, the animation, the writing—OMG THE WRITING—I’m so happy that I was able to see it while in the fandom.

| Transformers: Rescue Bots — Good God, this show was like the very first layer of my TF hyper fixation—not my biggest fixation just my first.

| Transformers: Rescue Bots Academy — THIS SHOW is my biggest fixation it’s so cute and wholesome and clever and fun it is such a good show I love the characters so much.

| Transformers: Robots In Disguise (2015) — Hear me out, this show is actually kinda funny in a non-ironic way I promise, and the designs aren’t half bad.

| Transformers: Prime — Amazingly alien, and I say that with the upmost adoration I can muster, because OMG I seriously regret not appreciating the art and character designs in this show (I hate noses on transformers now).

| Transformers: Cyberverse/Transformers Bumblebee Cyberverse Adventures — PLEASE—this show is AWESOME, I praise it for the characters, the story, the character designs, the animation, the EVERYTHING (this is where I personally think Soundrod first originated).

| Transformers: Earthspark — This show, oh my god, I have a love-dread relationship with it; it has so much care-free positivity, an adorable group of characters, nice designs with world-building being amazing so far, but I know for a fact it will destroy me sooner or later (P.S. it already has).

| Transformers: Animated — This show SHOULD be more popular, and it’s the main reason I have my artstyle today (and please don’t bully me but when I found out my fave characters dies I stopped watching….. like immediately………. I didn’t even finish season one.

| Transformers: Botbots — This show… Where do I begin… Oh right, literally the TF fandom parody—like I know for a fact that 85% of the characters’ personalities are inspired by random TF tumblr posts, you can’t deny that.

| Transformers: More Than Meets The Eye — I have read zero TF MTMTE comics and I never plan to, because I would actually die from dehydration after crying so much; but the fandom makes me laugh and I like the art.

| Transformers: Lost Light — I have only read three issues of this series—#23, #25, and #27, because they were the only ones available to me (and fyi for in-between comics I just read the TFWikis).

| Transformers: Last Bot Standing — HOLY SHIT—This made me so… so very sad, and at the same time I was ABSOLUTELY INSPIRED, the premise was amazing and the characters were awesome (oh and uh, I didn’t read the actual comics I just read the TFWikis… again).

| Transformers: IDW (2005/2019) — Okay, okay, I might’ve read a few IDW comics but trust me when I say this—I LOVE reading about IDW’s take on Transformers, I’m forever in awe of its storytelling and fandom.

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Howling at the moon

(Singing that I want only you)

WMFTD AU fic

Warning: naked werewolf, suggestive, later parts 18+, creepy people, hinted violence, family drama, no beta.

Notes: I wasn’t planning on making this more than one part but I had to travel out of the state for unexpected reasons and will be doing it again later this week so here ya go, a fun size fic.

A gift for @jun-yng, you and your amazing brain! Thanks for telling me all about your wonderful idea. ^.^

enjoy!

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃

~~~~~

Hypnos was like ninety percent sure it was a dog. 

He shifted his umbrella over the poor animal, ignoring the downfall that landed on his back. Thankfully the roads were mostly empty this late at night.

The dog was an impossibly large one, solidly built too. Its black fur was damp from the rainfall, raindrops clinging to it. It was a beautiful creature but Hypnos struggled to come up with what breed it could be. 

It growled hard at Hypnos, panting heavily as it tried to stand up. 

Only to fall back down again.

His heart was racing, both in fear and complete fury as he saw the blood mixing in with the rain. “I can’t believe they didn’t stop. Those fucking assholes.” 

Cursing himself for not being quick enough to get the license plate, Hypnos scanned the poor animal for more wounds as he crouched down. He keptn making soft, comforting noises as he did so.

Unsure what else to do, Hypnos held out a hand for the dog to sniff, praying it wouldn't bite. He really didn’t want to get a rabies shot.

“Hey.” He sang quietly, trying his best to sound soothing. The dog bared its teeth, revealing deadly fangs and pink gums.  “Hey, buddy. You don’t need to be scared of me. Look at those sharp teeth, I should be the one running.”

The dog’s eyes lock onto his, an uncomfortable glint of awareness in those irises. An intensity that rivaled the storm. Not quite human but something close. Very close. 

Hypnos swallowed but didn’t pull away, 

Its adorable nose twitched once, then again as it leaned in. It took a long, deep sniff and tilted its head. Hypnos grinned, it really had no right to be so cute.

A cold, wet nose bumped against his fingers, a tongue flicking out to lick him as it nudged him. Hypnos laughed, petting the large head, rubbing behind the perked ears. “See? I told you so.” 

With a suddenness that nearly knocked Hypnos on his ass, the dog stood up then bumped its large head against Hypnos’ shoulders. This time, Hypnos did fall on his behind, getting soaked.

“Oh, so this is how you thank me?” Hypnos grumbled, petting the dog as it leaned against him, licking his chin with way too much drool. It gave Hypnos a chance to check for a collar under the ridiculously thick fur. 

There was none, of course.

With a sigh, Hypnos managed to get himself back onto his feet, his pants and bright red hoodie was a lost cause. He shivered at the coldness, peering down at the dog, its tail wagging back and forth.

It was obviously not a stray, it was way too clean and healthy.

That and Hypnos didn’t feel right leaving the dog especially after getting ran over by a speeding car.

Those unnaturally intelligent eyes looked at him, watching with a curiosity that he wasn’t used to. Its eyes were an unusual color, a dark gray that rivaled the storm overhead.

Maybe it was a husky mix, a very quiet one. 

His decision was made, Hypnos took the dog back to his apartment.

~

Monie immediately began barking her little head off, the white Pomeranian shaking from the force of her barks. 

Hypnos shushed her, picking her up as he let the bigger dog in. She growled at their guest, who merely gave the little dog an unimpressed glance before it began investigating Hypnos’ small studio apartment.

“It’s okay Monie, he is just a guest.” Hypnos murmured to her, thankful that his creepy neighbor didn’t start banging on the wall at the loud noises. He watched as the black dog sniffed at the rug before returning back to Hypnos.

Despite getting hit by a car, the dog seemed perfectly fine. Hypnos had tried to find where the blood was coming from earlier during their walk back. But far as he could tell, there wasn’t even a mark on the animal. 

Hypnos just was praying that there weren’t internal injuries, but the dog wasn’t panting and didn’t seem to be in distress… So maybe it would be okay.

Hypnos placed Monie on the bed, dropping a kiss on her little head before he went to get a towel. The dog allowed Hypnos to dry him off, sniffing at his neck and ears.

“Sorry, not a fan of the wet dog smell.” Hypnos told the black dog with a gentle head pat as he tossed the used towel aside. 

He paused, considered the risk and slowly leaned forward to give the dog a gentle kiss on it’s head. The dog’s tail wagged, smacking against the floor which made him laugh. 

Personally, Hypnos would want a kiss after getting run over too.

The dog managed to get one lick in before Hypnos pulled back with a smile, petting him behind the ears. 

Once that was done, he kicked off his soaked sneakers before he began yanking his hoodie off.

His work t-shirt was clinging to him, and Hypnos grimaced at the feeling of it trying to stick to his skin as he peeled it off. Normally he showers in the morning but tonight will be the exception.

Monie was still growling softly from her seat on the pillows, glaring at the new houseguest. “It’s okay Monie. He won’t take your spot.”

As he dumped his dirty clothes aside with the towels, he saw the black dog had its back turned to him, its ears perked up with complete alertness. Hypnos lifted his eyebrow at the unusual behavior, before he went to clean up. 

Thankfully the dogs managed to get along in the short time, Monie still growling like a rev up motorcycle while the other one ignored her completely, sitting by his bed like a guard.

Once cleaned up and dressed in his warmest sweatpant and shirt, he began dinner for everyone. Both dogs followed him, Monie between his feet as he prepared his spicy ramen.

As the noodles cooked, Hypnos set bowls of dog food and filtered water down for them. The sounds of the storm picking up, tapping lightly against the window, the tv murmuring quietly in the background.

“I need to call you something. Just for the night until I can get your microchip check tomorrow.” Hypnos informed the dog who was not even looking at him, its intense eyes locked on the pot of ramen. 

Hypnos clicked his tongue, “Not for you buddy.” 

He tapped his cheek in thought as Monie devoured her food, glaring over at the dog who still hadn't looked away from the stove. “Maybe Shadow? but I feel like everyone calls their dog that. Hmm.”

He mused over the name as he finished cooking, pouring his meal into his own bowl. “Rain? Maybe. Peter? Definitely not. Rocket? No. Spot? Nooo. Oh, how about Noodles?”

The dog gave him an insulted look, huffing when he realized Hypnos wasn’t going to share. That made Hypnos grin, taking a satisfying bite of his dinner as he went over to the sofa. “Noodles it is then.”

Noodles’ ears flattened, and he pointly turned away to sit on the rug. Monie immediately lunged her five pound self over to the abandoned kibbles, eating like there was no tomorrow. 

Feeling a little bad, Hypnos made himself get up with a groan. He dug through his fridge for a few minutes and found some turkey lunch meat. Normally he wouldn’t give anything so unhealthy but it was just this once. 

Besides, this night could have been way worse. So lunch meat for celebrating. 

He gave a tiny piece to Monie, grinning at how fast her little tail moved. Noodles was still ignoring them, sulking about his name, no doubt. 

Hypnos made some loud kissing noises, getting his attention and waved the piece of turkey at him.

Eyeing him, Noodles came over, sniffed and very gently took the meat from Hypnos’ fingers, eating it in a single bite.

“There ya go.” Hypnos murmured, petting Noodles once more before he returned to his meal. Noodles followed, laying down at Hypnos’ feet.

~

Hypnos would happily confess to being a blanket hoarder. One could never have too many soft, comfortable blankets as far as he was concerned. 

He pulled a dozen out of the closet, all soft and thick and dumped them by his bed, working making a nest for Noodles. 

The dog had seemingly forgotten about feeling insulted, leading with his full weight onto Hypnos’ side, nearly knocking him down, shuffling his nose against Hypnos’s curls.

“Noodles!” Hypnos laughed, throwing his arm around the dog with one hand braced on the floor so he didn’t fall again. “Come on, buddy. Here ya go.” He patted the nest. 

Noodles gave it a sniff, glancing at him then settled down when Hypnos made some encouraging noises. 

Monie gave their guest a suspicious glance as she claimed her pillow, sighing when she sat down as if she had a long day. 

“Spoiled.” Hypnos chuckled, rubbing her behind the ears just as she liked it and grinned when her eyes went sleepy.

When Hypnos finally collapsed into his bed, a twin that barely fit him and Monie, he gave an weary sigh, closing his eyes under his mask. 

Normally he would pass out immediately, but something nagged at him. Minutes later he lifted his mask with another sigh, listening to the quiet rustling as Noodles tried to get comfortable. 

He twisted around until he leaned over the bed, running a soft hand over Noodles’ strong back.

Noodle sfroze, watching him with eyes that were far too intelligent for a dog, its ear perked up in alertness. 

Definitely a husky mix of some sort. Maybe with some Pyrenees in there somewhere.

Hypnos gave a rueful grin, fully aware he wasn’t going to get much sleep as he patted the bed in a silent offer. “Come on up here. I feel bad making you sleep on the floor. I mean, you did get run over by a car, Noodles.”

Noodles' fluffy tail wagged as he climbed up by Hypnos. The sheer mass of the dog nearly overtook the bed, dark fur brushing against every part of his skin. 

Hypnos groaned but petted the poor animal anyway, giving Noodles a few smooches before tugging his mask back down. 

At least Noodle was warm, since Hypnos’ heater was unreliable at best. The rain had grown weaker, the sound becoming a gentle melody in the late night.

“Goodnight, Monie. Goodnight, Noodles.” He whispered, already sinking into sweet oblivion. Before he knew it, surrounded by both dogs, he slept more deeply than he had in a while.

~

Warm. 

That was the first word to come to mind. Hypnos didn’t move, too content to truly wake up as he breathed deeply. There was a smell of warm skin and something pleasantly masculine but his mind didn’t really register it.

There was a rhythmic sound against his ear, a steady heartbeat that matched the soft tapping of the rain outside. 

A heaviness over his waist kept him from moving too much, a sensation of a solid body against his. Then he felt a brush against his curls, so so gentle. Trailing fingers down his spine, causing goosebumps to form.

It was so nice to just be held.

Faint pinpoint of awareness broke the dark peace of his mind, like annoying flashlights. Hypnos frowned, trying to remember if he brought someone to his place. 

He didn’t do causal, he always got too attached, unable to separate sex and emotions.

Work with rude customers. Too many cups of coffee. Downpour of icy rain. The speeding car…

Noodles.

Hypnos jerked, his fingers fumbling for his sleep mask. When he managed to yank it off, he blinked quickly as he tried to get his bearings. 

The most gorgeous man he had ever laid eyes stared at him, tousled hair stark against the white pillowcase. Broad shoulders and powerful, well formed biceps were all Hypnos saw before he yelped, trying to pull away.

He couldn’t, trapped in the man’s hold as he shushed Hypnos. 

“What the hell-” Hypnos paused, a stray curl caught in his mouth and his gaze locking with the man’s intense eyes. The man’s lips moved up into a tender smile that made Hypnos gasp helplessly.

His large hand lifted away from Hypnos’ back, leaving an impression of heat against his skin. Gentle fingers brushed against his cheek, pulling the curl from Hypnos’ mouth and tucked the hair behind his ear. 

“Noodles?” Hypnos whispered, unable to look away those intense eyes. At his question, the man scoffed as his smile turned amused.

“My name isn’t ‘Noodles’.” You rumbled, the rich sound going straight to Hypnos’ core. You told him your name, quietly like it was a spell but all Hypnos could do was stare. 

Hypnos inhaled, squeezing his eyes tightly as he pitched his chest. Hard. He opened them and saw the living embodiment of masculine beauty was still there in his bed. 

So he did what any sane person would do, he screamed.

Monie yelped as she woke up from a dead sleep in a panic as Hypnos grabbed a pillow, trying to hit the stranger as Monie leaped over. Her little nails dug into his skin as she tried to protect her beloved master, her barking high and nonstop. 

Hypnos flailed like a caught fish, tangled in the blankets. He heard you swore, rolling out the bed as Monie used Hypnos’ head as a launching pad to chase after the stranger, snapping at his ankles.

Hypnos went to grab the more pillows to weaponize- or tried to, as he fumbled out of the blankets, throwing pillows toward the noises. 

The creepy neighbor began to bang on the shared wall, yelling for everyone to shut the fuck up. Then Hypnos felt a heavy weight on him, a firm but gentle hand pinning both his hands above his head

Hypnos gasped, staring up at the man above him and he flushed hotly all the way to his ears, his lips parted in shock. You really were handsome, in the rugged and steely eyed sort of way. 

“Does he always speak to you like that?” You growled, shifting your heavy weight on him. 

His eyes darted down but all he saw was a flash of powerful thighs and a dark happy trail and he flushed harder when he realized what he was feeling against his own stomach.

Monie’s barking woke him back to the situation, Hypnos twisted around trying to see her. She was trapped under an upside down laundry basket, one of his old textbooks on top.  

“Off! Get off now.” Hypnos commanded, wiggling to get away. “Let me get my dog.” He ordered in a squeak, his heart drumming against his chest.

You obeyed, the bed dipping under your weight as you got off. Hypnos rushed toward his dog, shushing her gently.

Once she calmed down, Hypnos turned around to face you, Monie close to his chest. 

However you were glaring at the wall, the neighbors still banging and your lips curled into a snarl. “Who lives there?”

Hypnos stared. Did you- did you have fangs?

Monie huffed, still ready to attack at the first sign of aggression. Then Hypnos stuttered out some nonsense word, staring up at you in shock as he tightened his hold on Monie. 

Hypnos pointed at you, his finger shaking. He tried desperately not to steal another peek at - well at everything. “First off- it doesn’t matter, second who are you? Where is Noodles? And your clothes! Is this some sort of a sick prank?”

”I told you my name isn’t Noodles.” You grumbled, finally meeting Hypnos’ stare once more. Hypnos bit back a groan, his eyes darting downward before he realized what he was doing. 

He grabbed a nearby throw blanket and flung it over to you. “Cover yourself up, I can’t have a conversation with you standing there in the nude like some greek god!”

You did as you were told, lifting an eyebrow at him. Somehow with the blanket wrapped around your hips and stopping at your calves, your hand holding it close looked more lewd than when you were buckass naked. 

“I forgot how modest humans are.” You mused, tilted your head like a curious dog. 

Your eyes roamed over, going down on his form before slowly going back up to his face. Hypnos felt himself flush at the heat in your eyes. “I bet you would feel better if you weren't dressed head to toe.”

Hypnos’ blush worsens, “I will kick you out in the nude if you don’t start talking.” He stomped a foot down, trying to look authoritative. “Now.”

Your smile grew at that, like he was some adorable puppy. 

You sauntered over as Hypnos took a step back, bumping against a wall. You were close enough to touch and he was forced to lift his face up so he could look at you. “Hypnos, isn't it obvious by now?”

Hypnos shook his head with a scowl, shivering a little bit at how his name sounded in your husky voice. 

There was a small voice in the back of his mind screaming for holy water and silver. Hypnos smashed it down like a bug.

Maybe this was a dream.  A painful, sexy dream. 

This time you flashed your teeth, your eyes gleaming with wild power and oh gods- those were definitely fangs. 

“I’m a werewolf, love.” 

~

With his hands curled around the sweating can of Monster in desperation and a gorgeous, naked werewolf on his sofa, Hypnos paced. 

“Ha, monster in hand and one on my sofa. Haha.” Hypnos muttered to himself as he made his tenth turn in his apartment. Most would call it cramped but Hypnos firmly stuck to the cozy label.

Monie was watching him from her throne- her beloved pillow- making little huffing noises and her black eyes giving him a ‘I told you so’ look. You were watching him too.

Hypnos could feel the weight of your steady gaze, the needlepoint awareness of a predator watching. 

“I gave you kisses last night.” Hypnos gasped, whirling and japping an accusatory finger at you. “And you didn’t stop me.”

You frowned, shifting until the blanket parted around a muscular thigh. “Why would I stop you?”

Hypnos cracked his drink open, desperately wishing it was a beer, and began chugging.

“Those are really bad for you.” You informed him as if you weren’t also bad for Hypnos’ health and sanity. 

Hypnos just kept drinking until the can was empty and dropped it on his kitchen counter. 

“How did you know my name?” Hypnos demanded.

You pointed at the pile of dirty work clothes, “Your name tag was still on your shirt when you found me.”

He fisted a hand in his messy curls, as he risked a glance over to you. Yup, still super duper naked, still very gorgeous. “I don’t know what to do with you. Do- do I call someone? Is there a werewolf version of animal control? Keep you?”

“No. There isn’t.” You scowled. “I don’t appreciate that.”

“I don’t appreciate you sleeping in my bed in the nude!” Hypnos shot back. You and him glared at each other in a silent will of battle.

Then you huffed, your expression shifting into a serious one.

“I’m more inclined to the third option.” You said quietly, your stare unwavering from his. Hypnos’ mouth dropped open in surprise, fighting for words to respond when there was a loud, aggressive knock at the door.

Your head snapped toward the noises, eyes narrowed as Monie growled. You stood, walking to the door as Hypnos grabbed at you to try to make you stop. Not that did much good, he just got dragged along.

”Hey! I need to speak to you about the noise.” The neighbor called out, banging on the door. “Open up! Or else I am calling the landlord.”

You glanced through the peep hole even as Hypnos tugged at you. “Don’t open the door.” He hissed at you then he cleared his throat.

“Sorry about the noise!” Hypnos called out cheerfully. “It won’t happen again. So sorry.”

There was a long beat of silence then Hypnos inhaled sharply as the knob began rattling. The sound loud in the dead silent. 

His eyes flickered to the locks, letting out a weak breath.

Thank gods, he remembered to lock it this time.

You growled low in your throat, grabbing him with a firm hand and pulled him away from the door. 

“Hypnos.” The neighbor sang his name, making Hypnos jerked. “You need to open the door and apologize to me like a big boy. Come on, I’m not scary.” The last few words were mocking, the man sniggering as he tried the knob again.

“Don’t open the door. He will force himself in.” Hypnos whispered, already wishing he was back in bed. Hell, he would let you join him at this point “He did it before. Had to call the cops. Just wait it out.”

”What.” You stated, your jaw going hard. Hypnos winced at the growing dark, terrifying gleam in your eyes. You looked to tear someone’s throat out.

At the sound of the knob rattling again, the time with scratching noise like he was trying to jiggle the lock, you snarled. 

With gentle hands on his shoulder, you moved Hypnos behind your broad back and headed toward the door, knotting the blanket at your waist. 

Your hand shot out, grabbing the knob and stopping the noises. You glanced over your shoulder, your expression more beast than man. 

You smiled, revealing all of your fangs. “I’m going to handle this.”

Before Hypnos could stop you, you opened the door, looming like the devil himself over the creepy neighbor. 

“Who the hell are you?” The neighbor snapped, taking several steps back as you stepped out, slamming the door behind you. 

Hypnos swallowed, blinking down at Monie who had rushed over to him, pawing his legs. He bent down to pick her up, stoking her soft fur as she licked at his chin in comfort.

It was too quiet to actually hear much, which somehow was so much more ominous. 

He should lock the door, to keep them both out. It would be the smart thing to do. It would be what his twin would tell him to do if they were still on speaking terms.

Yet Hypnos didn’t move.

Even waking up next to you in the nude, even with those predatory eyes on him, he never felt unsafe. 

Which probably spoke poorly for Hypnos’ survival instincts.

There was a loud yelp, a dull thud. Hypnos stared at the door unblinking, his muscles tensed as he tried to listen in. For a long moment, there was nothing then a sound of running and he heard the neighbor’ door slamming shut. 

A moment later, you returned and kicked the door closed behind you. A flash of your muscular thigh made his mouth go dry. The click of the lock seemed to echo in the apartment.

“I handled it.” You informed him, perked up like a dog expecting a treat. All that was missing was a wagging tail.

Hypnos took a deep breath and slowly let it out. 

There were probably several correct responses he could follow. He should kick you out, he should move out and run back to his family and promise to be an adult for once in his life. 

He should just forget this whole morning. 

He should forget you.

“Spicy ramen?” Hypnos asked instead, his fingers buried in Monie’s soft fur.

Your eyes lightened up and you flashed him a devastating smile at him.

“Spicy ramen.”

Hypnos told himself that he didn’t feel his heart skip a beat.

“By the way, I am going to be your security system since you don’t seem to have one.” You informed him casually, frowning as you scanned the apartment. 

Oh so casually, like you didn’t already wreck his understanding of the whole world in a single hour.

“Okay.” Hypnos agreed, because really what else was he going to do?

~ 

You looked ready to lick your bowl clean, eyeing Hypnos’ own meal. He didn’t feel that hungry so he gave it over from his spot on the sofa, watching you in muted awe as you polished it off.

Monie pawed at Hypnos’ thighs, begging to be held. He suspected she wanted to growl at you some more. Her big black eyes stared at him pleadingly and he sighed as he gave in.

Once Monie was settled in his arms, she immediately began to growl only quietened when Hypnos hushed at her. You eyed Monie over your bowl, still eating.

Hypnos didn’t realize that people could look attractive while eating but you were proving him wrong. 

It wasn’t his fault for looking, you were too big for even his oversized shirts.

His eyes flickered toward your chest, admiring the flex of muscles in your shoulder, the dusting of rough hair on your forearms. 

Hypnos was able to give you one of his baggy sweatpants, not that did much. You were far larger than him. The fabric was stretched over your thighs, clinging to your hips for dare life. 

It also highlighted a certain male anatomy a little too well. 

Hypnos tore his eyes away, heat pooling his stomach. He glared at the door with an unusual amount of viciousness. Monie rested her chin on Hypnos’ arm, huffing softly.

Clothes. He decided with a growing blush. Clothes would be the first thing to get. Because it had been a while since he had sex and Hypnos was shameless enough to admit that you looked like a soft porno ad. 

His eyes sided back over to you, immediately following the trail of hair from your stomach, dipping below the pants.

“Can I have more?” You asked, giving the empty bowl a sad look before you glanced over to him, eyebrows lifted up hopefully.

Never mind, you were going to eat every last cent he had. 

~

Hypnos tried to make rules, such as no sharing a bed, that you couldn’t be in the bathroom when he was bathing, don't bother him at work or no stealing all his snacks. Especially his chips. 

And no more kisses. You actually had the nerve to look disappointed when Hypnos informed you of that little rule.

Rules were supposed to be the line that kept Hypnos from jumping your bones until whatever this situation was either changed or ended.

Not that the rules lasted for long. 

Somehow you slotted in his life like a missing puzzle piece.

~

The bed rule was broken that first night.

Bleak winter powled around the last rainy nights of autumn, the leaves covered the damp grounds in a muted sunset. The soft tapping of rain against the windows was like ghosts tapping to be let in.

Hypnos’ cozy apartment was cheap, just enough for him to be okay. However it was also ancient with thin walls. 

“Work, you worthless heater.” Hypnos grumbled as he turned the space heater to the max level. It rumbled, the heat slowly reaching out. Sighing, Hypnos tightened his blanket around his shoulders like some old lady.

“Well, bedtime is going to be fun.” He informed you and Monie as he shuffled back to the sofa. 

Monie was in one of her dog beds close by the heater, buried in the pile of blankets, snoring away. 

You yawned widely, your fangs flashing in the honeyed lights of his tableside lamp. 

Hypnos managed to get a hold of some larger shirts from the secondhand store nearby. You didn't seem too thrilled when he made you wear it, but it helped Hypnos' sanity.

Especially when your shirt had some version of the three wolves howling at the full moon.

The cold didn't seem to touch you and Hypnos never felt such envy before. You didn’t say anything, merely lifting your arm up in a silent offer. 

He thought about the warmth he felt when first woke up in your arms, it was heavenly. Hypnos usually didn’t get that warm until summer time. But no, he wouldn’t   cuddle up with a werewolf he knew nothing about.

“Nope. Part of the rules.” Hypnos grumbled, taking the far end of the tiny sofa. Which means he was just out of reach.

You dropped your arm, watching him bury himself under a mountain of blankets.

“I don't remember the ‘no touching’ rule.” You replied, sounding more amused than upset. Hypnos side eyed you, the blankets pulled up to his chin. 

“You still haven't told me where werewolves come from.” he replied coolly. 

That made you grin, and you shifted around to face him, your arm resting on top of the sofa back. Hypnos swallowed but moved to face you, leaning in until he swore that he could feel your body heat. 

Looking up at you, the play of shadow and amber light changed you. Like you were something more than man or wolf, your true nature revealed in the between.

“Depends on who is telling the story.” Your voice rumbled. “Some said we were born of a curse, doomed to exist only as monsters in the dark until we die.”

Hypnos licked his lips nervously, tightening the quilt around him. “Do you believe that?”

You shook your head, your fingers reached up to tug at Hypnos’ hood, helping to keep the warmth in. “Only those with lycanphoia. Many believe that we actually came from warriors way back from Ancient Greece. From a beautiful place known as Lykaion or ‘wolf mountain’.  ”

“Lycanphoia?” Hypnos tried it out the word, sounding it out slowly.

“Fear or hatred of wolves.” You shrugged, your knee brushing against his. “You know hunters and the like.”

That made Hypnos go still. “People hunted you? Like with-”

“Not anymore.” You replied, your tone went firm like you didn’t want him asking about it. Hypnos narrowed his eyes, lips parting to ask you another question when you leaned in.

His breath hitched when he realized how close you were now. If he moved in just a little more, he could kiss you. His cheeks flushed but he was unable to look away from your steady gaze. 

“I have never seen a human with eyes like yours.” Your voice had dipped into low octave, “Such a beautiful gold. I feel like I am looking at another wolf.”

“Oh- thank you?” Hypnos said dumbly, cursing himself for it. “I was born with these. But totally human, no wagging tail here.”

That got a soft chuckle from you, your fangs flashing at him but Hypnos found he rather enjoyed the look of it. A lot more than he should.

“I like your smile.” Hypnos blunted out, flushing even harder when you looked surprised.

”Oh?”

The moment went quiet between them as they stared at each other, a tension that had been growing all day filled the hairbreadth space between them. The steady rain, the wolf-like howls of the winds fading into the night. 

The whole world seems suspended in soft amber and deep shadows with only them as the last living people. 

You moved first, your hand cupping the back of his head. “Hypnos.” You whispered and Hypnos took a shaky breath, his eyes going heavy as he began to lean in.

Then a loud wheeze came from the space heater, causing both of them to snap attention to it. It was shaking, letting out one last death rattle before the red ‘on’ light went dark.

Just like that, the moment shattered and Hypnos jerked back as comprehension dawned on him. He fumbled to get up, and it took your helpful hands on his back to do so. 

He rushed over to the heater, Monie’s nose poking out from her nest as the lingering heat died down. He smacked it a couple times, but it was no use. Hypnos wanted to scream, he didn't want to spend his paycheck on a new heater, dang it.

“Hey, let me take a look.” You knelt down by his side, a comforting hand on his shoulder. 

Half an hour later, you were scowling down at the heater’s exposed guts, Hypnos’ phone on a ‘how to’ video on loop by your knee. Monie curled up in Hypnos’ arms, both of them hiding on the bed with the blankets piled up high. 

The heat was completely gone, not even Monie seemed like she could get warm.

When you sat back on your heel, Hypnos perked up hopefully but deflated when you shook your head. 

“The wires are completely shot.” You informed him, replacing the bits and nails back in. “If you wanted to keep this one, we can get the wires but it would just be cheaper to replace it.” 

“Awesome.” Hypnos closed his eyes, shivering from the icy air in the apartment. He wasn’t going to be getting much sleep tonight and he had work in the morning. 

“How did you end up in this place? The building is barely livable.” You asked, watching him from your spot on the floor. 

Hypnos peered at you, his tone snappish. “How did you end up as werewolf?”

You held up your hands in a peaceful gesture, not saying anything else. Guilt creeped up Hypnos’ chest and he sighed. Not exactly the way to speak to the guy who ran off the creepy neighbor and tried to fix the heater.

“Sorry.” Hypnos offered up, sitting up in his nest. You studied him for a long moment then stood up, brushing off the dust.

“Do you want to break a rule?” You offered in a low, teasing voice. 

Hypnos gave you a suspicious look. “Which one?” He asked even though he already knew what rule you were speaking of. 

You smiled at him, your eyes unusually bright in the dimness, gleaming with hunger. “Sharing a bed. You need more body heat, I can give you that.”

“O-oh, really?” Hypnos’ teeth chattered as he spoke. It was a tempting offer, he remembered how warm you were but the memories of the almost kiss flashed in his mind. 

He already almost made another mistake, nearly kissing you. Forget about the werewolf part, somehow that didn’t matter much. It was you that he knew had to be careful with. 

Not because you would do bodily harm but Hypnos knew himself well known that he craved physical affection and you knew as well.

but it was so cold…

“Sure.” Hypnos said then held up a single finger when you took a step toward him. “But as a wolf. It doesn’t count when you are in Noodles mode.”

“Noodles mode?” You asked with a laugh, lifting an amused eyebrow.

“Those are my terms.” Hypnos shivered as he tried to look firm on his decision, jutting his chin out. You considered his words then nodded.

You pulled off your shirt with one hand behind your nape as you sauntered over to his bathroom, revealing your strong back. 

Your hands went to the sweatpants, and Hypnos saw the flash of a perfect buttcheek before he tore his eyes away. 

When the bathroom door swung almost close, Hypnos let himself peek again. Your clothes were a pile on the ground.

Hypnos swallowed, his own body heating up from painful embarrassment and straight up lust. He didn't know if he was the most lucky guy ever or the most unlucky.

There was a ripping sound from the bathroom, then cracking noises filled the small apartment. Yet he hears no sounds of pain.

Most movies made the werewolf thing seem painful but Hypnos didn't sense that at all from you. 

Moments later, you emerged as a beautiful, powerful looking wolf. You made your way over to him, resting your chin on his bed and staring up at him with hopeful, alert eyes.

Hypnos adjusted himself and Monie to make room. When you claimed your spot on the bed, Hypnos felt the heat rolling off you, like you were the sun. 

Signing, Hypnos slumped in relief as he used the blanket to trap the heat between all three of them. 

He gave you a few pats in quiet thanks, kissing your head before he remembered the rules. You gave him a smug glance.

“Just this once.” Hypnos told you as he settled down. 

By the time he felt his head hit the pillow, he was already asleep.

[otomiyaa]

Day 23: Party

Momose x Shirosaki

[Miya & Mia’s Tickletober 2023] - Another niche tktober 2023 fic I'm fishing out of its grave muhahaha. I realize this is actually up there with my fav anime and pairings EVER. I'll go down with this ship!

Word Count: 1.1K

Momose felt moved. Never had he seen such a thing. The office was decorated, a tray of cupcakes was on his desk, music was playing, and everyone in the department welcomed him with applause. 

“Happy birthday, Momose,” Shirosaki said, and he and a few colleagues fired confetti at him. They all started singing. Woah!

“Happy birthday!” 

Momose blushed and awkwardly wiped the confetti from his head. He then bowed deeply, his hands gripping his pants.

“T-t-thank you very much!” he said, trying hard not to cry. At his previous job, no one had ever done something this considerate for him, let alone his boss. 

The only thing was…. Today was actually not his birthday!

He could understand how his goofy boss mixed up the dates and accidentally swapped the day and month numbers. 

“Today is your first birthday since you started working here. I wanted to celebrate in style,” Shirosaki explained fondly. Aah, so cute. Momose would rather take this day as his new official birthday than admit to his sweet boss that he got the date wrong.  

“Thank you, manager… What about work, though?” Momose tried to say casually as he wiped away a tear from the happy emotion, and he looked around, amazed to see everyone in the office was having fun. People were relaxing, eating cupcakes, chatting, watching MyTube and laughing together. It really was a party, on a plain Monday morning at the Planning and Sales department of Minette.

“We will resume work after lunch. Right now, we will enjoy the surprise party,” Shirosaki said. Momose felt so guilty that everyone was making time for him when it wasn’t even his real birthday, but he couldn’t help but feel happy and honored too, and he thanked Shirosaki again.

“Thank you so much!” 

Aoyama suddenly stood by their side and he proudly munched on a cupcake. “You became a fine boss, Shirosaki-kun, even remembering what to do on your employee’s first birthday at the office.”

Shirosaki thanked him with a humble nod. “Section Chief, thank you. You taught me well.”

"But… aren’t you forgetting something?” Aoyama added, looking very suspicious all of a sudden.

Momose cocked his head, but Shirosaki seemed to understand and nodded. “Ah, right.”

To Momose’s surprise, Shirosaki stepped towards him, and Momose’s initial reflex was to flinch - his former boss had been quite the intimidating figure and he wasn’t over it yet.

However, what happened next was anything but scary. More like… weird?!

“Huhuhuh? W-whahahat, mahahanager!” Momose felt embarrassed to suddenly be tickled on his sides, and he lunged forward and wrapped his arms around his middle, dancing awkwardly in response to the random tickles.

“Happy birthday tickles,” Shirosaki announced dryly.

“Whahat? Hehehehe thahat’s s-sohoho suddehehen!” Momose laughed, shaking his head and trying his best not to jump away too fast since Shirosaki seemed so eager to tickle him.

“A-aren’t Manager and Section Chief the only ones upholding this tradition?” a female colleague asked, but Aoyama hissed “Sshh don’t tell him!” while Shirosaki tickled Momose playfully.

Momose couldn’t believe he was getting dragged in a weird little birthday tickle tradition (?) between the two of them, and it surely was a little humiliating to laugh like this in front of everyone.. but Shirosaki looked like he was having so much fun.

And in return, Momose felt a kind of joy he hadn’t felt in a long while. All of his remaining past work trauma was about to disappear with the magic of Shirosaki’s gentle tickles.

“It tihihickles! Hehehe mahaha-manageheher!” Momose giggled, squirming and wiggling as Shirosaki continued to tickle his sides.

Shirosaki nodded. “Yes. It should tickle.” Hehe! So serious!

Other employees slowly distanced themselves from their awkward tickle party, leaving Momose with only Shirosaki, and Section Chief Aoyama who stuck around too.

“A little bit here too,” Aoyama said, suddenly joining in by poking Momose between the ribs. Momose twitched between them and yelped as they both tickled him.

“Hehehe nohoho!” he whined. Both men tickled him a little more, but not too much. Though embarrassed, Momose truly felt happy after genuinely laughing like that, and he caught his breath with a smile on his face.

“This is for you,” Shirosaki finally said, handing him a wrapped gift. “From me,” he added, blushing adorably.

Momose was glad he already had tears from laughter in his eyes, or he would start crying new tears all over again because of how cute his manager was.

“You even got me a gift!” he whined thankfully, and he opened it after Shirosaki’s encouragement.

“Ah - t-this is…” Momose admired the cute keychain with on one side a photo of Hakutou the cute kitty, and on the other side a photo of Momose and Shirosaki together - a photo that was taken of them when they were at the amusement park.

“You can put it on the house key I gave you. Or… on something else, of course,” Shirosaki said with a cute blush.

Momose’s eyed widened, and he could hear the nervous bursts of laughter from some colleagues behind them.

“A family picture?”

“Are they a married couple?”

“That’s right - didn’t he propose to him the other day? They are moving fast!”

“They even named the cat ‘Hakutou’ after themselves!” they gossiped.

Shirosaki blushed when he overheard them just like Momose, but Momose giggled and held the gift with both hands.

“Manager, thank you so much. I love it,” he said with teary eyes. Shirosaki smiled gently.

“I’m glad,” he said, and he walked away. He showed his cute and goofy side when it appeared he didn’t remember where he was walking off to, so he turned around again and returned to Momose’s side.

“Momose? I wanted to ask. If… Well, if you do not have any birthday plans today… You are free to visit Hakutou and me. I have some drinks too, a-and Hakutou will be pleased to meow you happy birthday,” Shirosaki offered shyly.

Momose blushed. So cute! Of course he did not have plans since it was not his birthday, and he nodded.

“I would love that!”

“Great. Also, I apologize,” Shirosaki said. Momose frowned.

“For what?”

“I realized I should have asked you first… if you wanted happy birthday tickles. My boss gave them to me on my first birthday at the office, and it took me by surprise. I ended up doing the same to you.”

Pfft!! Momose threw his head back and laughed. God, he loved it here.

“That’s alright, ahaha!” he laughed.

My abusive boss gave me mental stress and an ulcer, so I switched jobs. My new boss is the goofiest and cutest person I have ever met. He threw me a birthday party on the wrong date, gave me happy birthday tickles, and invited me to his home!

[pooplyface1423]

Tsudere /sub Jax that pretends to hate the reader but does things to secretly be with them x a fem happy but smart Uzadere that loves being in the circus.She loves adventures,animals,cute things,fighting,food ect! lots of energy too but can be pretty insensitive and a little selfish with a little crush on jax. I feel like at first jax would completely reject liking her then he would be extra mean,then Maybe subconsciously know he likes her amd hates the feeling lol. cus he copes by trying to not have feelings and tries to act "tough". its pretty obvious that the reader is in love with him but his dumb ass cant catch on . She gives lots of compliments which makes him flustered and mad ( he is mad bc he thinks nobody likes him that much, he is mean to her to make her go away but it doesn't work ) but he pretends not to care. the reader would definitely confesses first tho. Sorry for such a long request its just that not many people write jax in this sorta way so i had to be detailed lol. also if you don't wanna use female pronouns you can make it non gender ofc 😅tysm for even reading such a long thing! and you don't have to do this at all lr you can switch it up. Anything is VERY appreciated tho😊

DUDE this question was long but its a very good one so lemme write it.:]

Warning: Kissing (just like one but still) CRINGEEE and that it.

also Y/N is female just so ya'll know but not a lot is said about her gender here so could be non binary.

Lil backstory : When You first got here it was around 7 months before pomni gets into the circus. your reactions to seeing all the supposed people was terrifying u were laughing your brains of since u thought it was all just a big prank but once u realized it was real u were just stunned. I mean u were still amazed like wow i'm in a virtual reality type of reaction. And about what u look like idk that up to yourself but lets say Ur like a type of animal could be a cat or something else. U were always ecstatic to be in the circus and everybody even Caine were surprised. Like it not everyday in this virtual reality u see a person who is more than happy to be there. (also i'm not really gonna add Kaufmo since their is little to no info bout him)

Okay now to the good stuff

So really your weren't stupid to not notice how Jax would occasionally "look ur way to see something else" nor to notice how differently he treated u compared to the others. Either he would go out of his way to be nice or mean to you.

You were chatting bout random nonsense with zooble when she said

"Hey Y/n do you see how much of a dumb### Jax's looks like just looking at you"Looking at you then at Jax then at you.

"no lemme check"You turned around to see jax looking away from you to above you? yea he was doing the "look ur way to see something else" crap again.

"ugh it starting to annoy me" Says Zooble wanting to stand up and start to beat the crap out of Jax but thankfully u stopped her then said

"hey its okay he may be weird and all but we got to be used to this anyway where stuck here"

"but he does like you Y/n we can all see it in his eyes" Says Ragatha entering the conversation

"yea ragatha is right how bout we make a plan to you know um- make him confess he like you" says zooble looking at you waiting for an answer.

Then u spoke up

"Sure i guess but knowing him he would never confess"

"Ugh lets head to my room to discuss the plan" says ragatha getting up

You three walk all he way to the room corridors and enter Ragatha's Room and discus how you would get Jax to confess his feelings to you.

"Okay so how should we do this" says Ragatha with some confusion in her face

"Well we know that Jax is a very Um- how should I say this es stupid and lets just say hes like a little puppy who follows you around" Says zooble before you with shook face say

"WAIT what is that supposed to mean I never see him trailing behind me"

"He does he always trails behind you buts ur either dumb or blind since u never see him literary behind u. ALL THE TIME" Says Zooble

"Well um- we should get started with the plan and stop taking bout how Jax is a little twerp" Says Ragatha with a bit of an annoyed face splatted in her face

"Okay okay well first of all since we know Jax is like a little dog with nothing else to do than follow Y/n we should..........."Says Zooble spilling out what the plan would be about.

Well basically the plan is make Jax follow u around Y/n complements Jax every time he does something for her even the smallest of things like letting u have the first of anything picking up flowers for u,him pranking u and much more.

Everything was going according to the plan Jax being Jax follows you around and sneaks up on you with a centepied (which ur scared of) and lands it right besides u trying to get a scared yelp from u but instead u just threw it away and said

"Jax u little bad bunny don't do that again" while pinching his cheek just slightly

"~wait you aren't mad?" Says Jax while becoming a blushing mess

"no of course not bunny boy come on lets go outside"

you two go outside and jax keeps trying to make your way there horrible by trying to trip ur feet over and over again but failing miserably.

Once you both are by the lake you start to look around and see Zooble and Ragatha watching impatiently.

"So what are we doing here again?" says Jax

"nothing much just .. Taking in some fresh air i guess"

"Y/n there is no fresh air here u know that right?" says Jax with a serious face

"Oh um i meant like ..... space apart of everyone"

"ok i guess then what should we do?" says Jax with a sly smile appearing in his face

"how about we go on the tea cups?"

"whatever you want toots" says Jax

Both spend 2 hours trying all the rides over and over, Jax never saying crap

As the day ends in the digital realm first comes the digital dinner the classic chicken and veggies.

After that, Caine suggested that you all play a quick game, and with no other option, everybody agrees.

HIDE & SEEK

"yay i guess" says zooble clearly annoyed they have to do this activity even tho it is fun she wants her alone

After the game which took around 30 min like damn these dudes have great hiding spots ,Caine gave everybody the green light to finally have there alone time/sleep

"UGH finally" Zooble before walking up to you

"Hey Y/n did Jax say anything to you?" Says Zooble quickly before she forgets about it

"No ... what should we do?"

"Hey idk bout you but i would of totally just make the first move at this point"Says Ragatha walking up to you both of you

"Well she has a point" "bout what?" "bout how you should def make the first move now since his dumb##s won't do S#it"

"okay I'll try but do i have to do it in front of u all or do i wait for everybody to leave?"

"Um okay new plan......." Says zooble making the new plan

Basically make gangle distract Jax long enough for everybody to leave to there rooms then gangle runs away, Then y/n will sneak up on Jax and spill the beans herself.

Everything went accordingly as planed gangle ran away just as she noticed everybody gone. Then Jax shrugs it of and slowly walks up to his room until...

"Hey Jax" "what do you want?" "not much just wanna talk to you...bout something"

"bout what dollfac-"

He says before being interrupted by a kiss

"does that answer ur question?"

"UM what was that?"... bb-but i guess it does"

"that's great! its official were dating"

"Wait WHAT!?" says Jax surprised as hell

"Goodnight Jax!" Says y/n as she gives one last kiss on his cheek

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Hello finally finished hope u enjoyed.:]

@fuckyalllkl

[pixiecaps]

What’s the difference between field of mistria and stardew? They look surface level very similar to me!

a lot actually! i think they seem similar due to the pixel art style and the fact theyre both farming sims but again i wouldnt immediately equate every new pixel style farming sim to stardew. they’re both pretty different i’d say and for me at least feel different when playing.

i also think its important to say that fields of mistria is still an early access game which means its not completed yet and will be worked on by the devs still to add and incorporate more features. so what we see right now is an early version of what the game will have to offer in say a few years from now.

fields of mistria reminds me more of harvest moon than stardew valley if thats maybe a better point of reference for you.

i’d say fields of mistria feels almost more whimsical and magical in a way. its this cute little town that feels like youre in a cozy fantasy world and theres this underlining plot with the dragon statues and you can gain magical powers to help you farm and do a lot things and theres a mana mechanic. its all very fun and cutesy. you join the town as an adventurer not as a farmer but you take of a plot of land where you can farm and take care of animals.

the farming is very much like every other sim but that doesnt mean it isnt good its just what you expect when playing a farming sim.

what i really loved about fields of misteria is that the characters and the town feels genuinely alive. the events and all the dialogue between characters is amazing and makes them feel like they really exist. you actually start to look forward to these weekly events and what everyone has to say. very early on in the game you can tell there was a lot of thought and care put into the npcs and the dynamics around them. oh and theres so much love put into the art it’s incredible how good this game looks.

to me stardew feels a lot more Go fast, do this task you have a time limit, you want to get this done before a certain season, very fast paced and maximizing everything meanwhile fields of misteria feels a lot more adapted towards anyones pace. it doesnt feel like youre punished for taking a slower style of play. feels like you can actually appreciate and cherish working on every skill the game offers like archeology, blacksmithing, farming, fishing, etc. every part of the game feels like its made so that you find the time to work on every feature.

also this isnt shade towards stardew i adore that game and have played it for years. its just important to differentiate games sometimes cause im sure the devs dont want to be constantly hearing theyre another stardew valley. because they arent. its field of mistria babey 

so yeah i’d say give it a try its a very cozy game. especially if ur into farming sims you should 100% give it a try. it has an incredible amount of potential and i personally cannot wait to see how this game evolves and what’ll offer in the future

[auntiejohn]

I LOVE YOU IMMENSELY JESS AHHHHHHHHHH CONTRATS ON THAT 500 ITS SO WELL DESERVED

SEEING YOUR POSTS ON MY DASH MAKES ME SMILE CAUSE EVERYTIME IM LIKE "yay thats my mutual jess i love her sm!" and my day is IMMEDIATELY BETTER.

May i request from thou a 🐚 and a 🪐?

Some facts about me:

THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG LIST IM SORRY

-my favorite colors are blue purple and pink and i just happen to be a ROCKIN BISEXUAL

-favorite band is fall out boy but mitski, AURORA and Laufey are my favorite artists

-I have a notes app of songs that continuously make me cry

-my favorite Greek goddess is either Artemis or Hestia

-i own about a million stuffed animals

-I physically cannot choose between two things. I have two everything. Bilingual, bi and ace (two flags) etc you get the point. For some reason the number 2 is just really me.

-the entire gaang from ATLA is my personality but just split up into different people

-lancey lance from vld is literally me except i cannot (and do not) flirt to save my life and I’m not funny 😭

-i wanna go to med school and be an ER doctor! (Or physician, whatever you prefer calling it)

-Also wanna be a biomedical engineer and do some research w that

-I wanna learn how to speak Russian, Greek, Mandarin, and ASL

-I have a LOT of hobbies (this is a non comprehensive list cause its a LOT); i play instruments, kinda know how to sew, and wanna start learning either fencing or boxing this year

-say what you will but ANDREW IS LIT MY FAVORITE and Neil is my second fave (from aftg if you haven’t read it you so should!!) I love all the characters though they’re amazing

-I lit live under a rock and don’t know like anything until it becomes old (like i still dont know what hawk tuah is??)

-CLASSICAL MUSIC IS A BOP. My favorite composer is saint-saëns but Bach is amazing and i love everything about his pieces

-i cannot dress for shit bro, my style is so very bad. I’ve been wearing the same four pairs of jeans for like three years

-i have curly hair (around 3-b?) but have exactly 4 pieces of pretty much straight hair. Thanks mom.

-have horrible taste in men (the guy i like is actually cute guys he’s just an acquired taste i promise!) and I just seem to only fall for straight girls. wtf guys

-i slip into a British accent all the time. Like i cant stop i even do it in school its become a problem.

-most likely ADHD bc wtf is memory and object permanence but not diagnosed cause fuck therapy (BUT YOU ALL SHOULD GET THERAPY FR!! ITS GOOD FOR YOU!)

-i am a hopeless romantic to my very CORE. I just want someone to love and shower all my affection with (hence the laufey obsession)

I know this is SO LONG but I hope i gave you enough to work with!! And again CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU MY POOKIE WOOKIE

LOVE YOU JESS!!!!

STOP CORI ILYSM YOURE SUCH A SWEETHEART JUST MADE MY DAY

500 followers event

｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 🐚 - ok so like I wanna say remus or sirius but they're both pretty different I feel like so like a wolfstar love child or something

｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ 🪐 - moodboardd!!!

omg ok so I always see people talking about aftg but I have literally no idea what it stands for so PLEASE lmk

[maniculum]

Bestiaryposting Results: Gaersnae

This one seems to be flying under the radar, identification-wise, much more than I expected, which is a pleasant surprise. I don't have anything else to add at the beginning of this post. The entry people are working from is here:

And if you don't know what this "bestiaryposting" business is, you can find an explanation and all previous posts at https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting.

Now, art in roughly chronological order:

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) has made the entirely logical decision that the "king of crawling things" should be whichever creature has the most legs, and drawn us a millipede large enough to fight a weasel. I think this is a good and sensible direction, and that's a quality depiction of a millipede/weasel fight right there.

@sweetlyfez (link to post here) has gone in a more rodent-y direction, with the interesting detail that, as a result of living in caves, its legs are gradually becoming vestigial. I think this is also quite clever, and the rat is pretty cute.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) decided that the "king of crawling things" should have no legs, as maximum crawling happens when one is flat on one's belly. Hence our crowned snake -- complete with a bird going down in flames near the top of the drawing, and a weasel/Hreksong invading the burrows near the bottom. I think the "crown" works really well, and it's always nice to see a callback to previous beasts. As usual, CheapSweets has provided an interesting and informative explanation of their design in the linked post -- I particularly liked the phrase "pelvic spur for extra rizz".

@coolest-capybara (link to post here) is running with the idea of a creature that kills with its scent (and has white stripes), so we have this amazing picture of a skunk zapping an owl out of the sky. The medieval skunk is excellent -- I think if they had skunks in medieval Europe, that's probably how they would have drawn them -- and the scribbly owl is just delightful. Check the linked post for additional observations and a link to a short but informative source about medieval owls.

@pomrania (link to post here) also has some skunk inspiration going on here, though their version has some extra legs and a kind of boar-like face. A very informative series of drawings about how this thing can kill you -- I particularly like the one with the little scroll reading "deadly!!"

@strixcattus (link to post here) has contributed an invertebrate, which I think makes this one of the only entries that's gotten more than one of those. And that's a solid drawing of an arthropod -- I also like the lettering at the bottom right there. As usual, I implore you to read the write-up in the linked post, where the animal is re-imagined from the perspective of a modern naturalist.

Okay, Aberdeen Bestiary:

So this is actually a case of the artist's preconceptions making them mess it up a bit. You may notice that it does not fit the description. It also sticks out a bit in the context of the bestiary, because it's in the "snake" section of the manuscript.

What's happened here is that this is the entry for the basilisk, but the artist has drawn a cockatrice. This is not actually unusual, as the two mythical beasts are hopelessly entangled in the tradition; I looked into it a bit, and it seems like there's actually some confusion about where the cockatrice even comes from. Probably the reason the two creatures have similar powers attributed to them is because the cockatrice kind of inherited that aspect from the basilisk.

(See, e.g., Breiner, Laurence A. "The Career of the Cockatrice." Isis, vol. 70, no. 1, 1979, pp. 30–47.)

Anyway, the basilisk is so called because it is the king of snakes -- basileus is Greek for "king", and -iskos is a diminutive. Little king.

(The translation provided by the University of Aberdeen, "king of crawling things," is unusual -- the Latin reads "rex serpentium". It's possible this translation choice is because of the flexibility of the term "serpent".)

This is a creature originally described by classical authors and then passed along through medieval European sources. It has white stripes, often some sort of "crown" on its head, is venomous, and is sometimes said to distinguish itself from other snakes by holding the front part of its body regally upright... yeah, it's obviously a cobra that's been telephoned and exaggerated into being ludicrously deadly. Just swap out "weasel" for "mongoose" -- I think that's pretty clearly a case of some author who distantly predated scientific taxonomy just going, "looks like a weasel to me".

Also, this entry ends with:

The creature called sibilus is the same as the regulus, or basilisk; for it kills with its hiss before it bites or burns.

I am not aware of any creature called sibilus.

[kaledya]

It would be fun to have Lolicia in a garden indeed, she would be there from dawn to sunset with how slow she is ahah !

I think she would like to see carnivorous plants like in Stolas kitchen that you can feed !

About what Alastor did to be in the bad bubble, well try to eliminate her ! But you will see what happened in episode 6 ! And the person that was close to the 'caring bubble' let's say... this person is not so far away !

Exactly, the scales falling and growing back is very animalistic thing. Actually I think Lolicia is more animal than human sometimes in her behaviours !

Yes ! She definitely curls on the pillow and lie in a ball like a fox ! From far away she looks like just hair and tail ahah

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I'm glad you liked Serenity's vibe ! And yes the beggar quote was like *mic drop* ! Sometime to not forgot information I re-read some dialogues afterwards and I must say, even if I kept it cool, Velvette and Serenity verbal duel was slay !

In your big Serenity post you also have made a doodle with them fighting and Serenity say something like "with what are you going to threaten me ? With the social account I don't have ?" And it was a good base to start so thank you !

"Teen Constantine is a babycake" PUT THAT QUOTE IN A MUSEUM 🌸 adorable !

Lolicia is indeed very mysterious for the one who don't know her ! I think it could be interesting for the reader, at the end of the fanfic or when the important background of Lolicia reveals that they re-read the story and see that all the details I put everywhere like particles of bred 🤣

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Constantine and Serenity talking about flirting is very funny !

And of course I like Constantine drawings ! I mean its damn obvious ! 🌸🌸

Thank you! 🌸🌸🌸

-Lmao yes hahah But she will eventually reach the garden, right? This is an important detail!

-Yes it was definitely five of them and It seems to me feeding meat plants would be more fun.

-Oh It can be said that he deserved the experience he had then. After all, if you decided to stick a stick into a wasp hive, you should have calculated what will happen.

And I think he's lucky it didn't end in his death. It could end much worse.

-I'm so excited for episode 6!! What will happen to Lolicia, it will be really great to see her story in more detail!! Seriously, if there was a series told only through Lolicia's POV, I would happily read it🤌🤌+ It is very fun to read Lolicia's inner thoughts.

And her past with Alastor is also a curiosity.

I have predictions about the person approaching the Caring bubble! But I'll need to be patient and wait to see*crying*

-I really like characters whose behavior has animal characteristics.I think the characters really add charisma and interestingness.And this thing is also well written on Lolicia

-HELP SO CUTE!!! ARGGGGGG I want to pat pat Lolicia, she's so cute (I have 2 arms, I might lose one)

And imagine, she jumps to get into bed like foxes jump into the snow.

-It was literally amazing I LOVE the way you write Serenity!! Even I can't write her personality that well and your dialogue writing is seriously amazing to read.And yes, her fight with Velvet is absolutely slay💅💅

Yes, I remember that doodle. I told my followers on Twitter to tell me funny things to draw , I guess that doodle was one of the requests!

And I'm so glad I could help!!

-Babycake indeed 🤌

-Seriously, Lolicia is definitely a very mysterious for the reader.I seriously can't wait to see the breadcrumbs that I may or may not have noticed along the way as you explain everything. And seriously, reading Lolica is very interesting. she is kinda unpredictable and that makes her very interesting to the reader.

Seriously, I'm someone who likes to get spoilers.When I like something, I usually consume it until the end.But in this case I can't get any Spoiler, I have to wait patiently and learn about Lolicia's past. *Crying with happiness*

And I really want to say again, I think you created a very beautiful character, thank you again for creating her.❤️❤️

And I wish you a good day, take care of yourself!!🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️