#agile frog

[ritualslaughter]

writing porn will take you to places you never thought you'd go

[martiancount1877]

Pepe Romero - Bulerias

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Mʏ Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Bɪʀᴅ || 𝐄𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐝 ||

A/n: I've become obsessed with him

"Little bird! Hold up...you do not know which creatures could be lurking about." Elrond shouted trailing behind you.

"How will I be able to protect you when you are unable to stay in one place for more than two seconds!" He shouted glancing at the wet stones as you seemed to be gliding across.

An airy laugh escaped your lips as you paused on one of the rocks, your fingers clutching your dress as you tilted your head to the side. "Oh yes! Protect me dear Eldron....from the ankle deep water." You teased continuing on your way.

Elrond huffed, following you on the stones, his light and careful footsteps making sure not to even get his boots wet

"I will not be mocked" His voice as he carefully maneuvered across the rocks. "The water can be hiding dangerous things and not to mention it's easy to trip....I do not wish for you to injure yourself."

Letting out a hum, you continued to hop from rock to rock until you finally reached the spot of land dropping your dress into the dirt.

"And pray tell me what dangerous things could be hiding in the waters?" You teased.

Finally managing to cross and step down on the land, he made his way towards you not even thinking about the question.

"well there could be fish" he paused "or a very angry otter maybe, or the most dangerous of all: frogs, you clearly can't take on a frog on your own"

Throwing your head back for a laugh you stepped close to the man placing your hand on his chest with a grin forming on your face."Oh yes! My dear Elrond! Please protect me from the vicious frog. He may hop at me!"

Elrond chuckled, his chest moving under your hand as he gently wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Do not under estimate the frog, their looks are deceiving"

The elf warned playfully before his arm pulled you even closer, your chest gently colliding with his chest.

Gaze softening, you let your lips brush across his cheek. "You're adorable."

"and you're reckless" he said, his tone more serious, as he felt your lips against his cheek and his breath hitched and his cheeks began to flush a very soft shade of pink, but a pink shade none the less, despite being centuries old he still wasn't used to the affect you had on him.

Letting your fingers clutch his robe, a giggle left your lips.

'Cute' you couldn't help but think.

"Since I am so reckless...I bet you can't catch me." With a wink you gave him a playful shove then took off running through the forest.

Elrond could help but just stare for a split second, a little speechless, his cheeks a soft pink as he watched you run off before he snapped out of it the thoughts racing through his mind.

"oh that just isn't fair!"

He shouted as he started to run after you, managing to keep up with you despite you having a head start off of your earlier push and shoving, the elf was determined to catch you.

Your laugh echoed throughout the forest, feet barely touching the ground as you ran, your hair flowing behind you intending on taking him to one of your favorite spots.

The elven lord could only manage to curse under his breath,as he found it hard to catch up to you, the elf was fast and agile but his robes were slowing him down quite a bit, the only thing he was thankful for was the fact the forest was mainly open, so he wasn't having to duck under low branches and weave in-between trees to get to you.

Rushing through the fields, you slowed to a stop nearing the edge of a cliff that over looked a lake. Chest heaving as you glanced over your shoulder flashing him a grin.

"Fancy a swim?"

Holding your hand out for him, you tiled your head to the side.

It took a moment or two for the poor elf to finally catch up to you, his own chest heaving and breath heavy in an attempt to properly breathe, a hand on a tree supporting his weight.

"you...You are a menace" Elrond wheezed between breaths, before looking up at you then down towards the lake below as he grasped your hand softly.

"But you love it." You whispered, your eyes mischievous as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

A deep chuckle escaped his chest as he gently squeezed your hand. "Anything for you, my little bird."

Smile brimming with happiness, you tugged him forward leaping off the edge of the cliff still holding his hand into the water bellow.

A shout leaving his lips, a laugh leaving yours.

He would do anything for you, for his little bird.

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Sasha going from thin popular cheerleader popular pretty girl before Amphibia and coming back taller and with muscle and covered in scars and maybe missing an eye and with hair short like a boy and she's no longer considered as pretty as she was before, to the point her mother takes hoursssss doing her daughter's makeup to cover her face scar or getting her an uncomfortable but hyperrealistic eye prosthetic (when she wanted one custom-made to look like Grime's eye) and trying to put her on some weird diet to make her lose muscle?? Which just made her feel tired and sick because she got it from shady internet articles. Getting kicked out of the cheerleading team despite being 10 times better than she was before with her amazing strength and agility because she has too many scars and looks scary to her old teammates instead of attractive now (why her coach is concerned about how attractive a middle-schoolers are is never questioned though). She's still popular and has a lot of cool made up stories about being missing in the woods and having to fight mountain lions with her bare hands or something, but it's different now. The new friendships she makes are more genuine, maybe she gets into some other team sport and while she can never tell anyone everything, she's a lot more emotionally honest now. Marcy designs her a beautiful prosthetic that looks exactly how she wanted and is a lot more comfortable and wears it despite her mother's complains. Now she almost kinda looks like the man (toad?) she actually wishes were her parent! How cool is that? Ugh, she just knows he would help her cope with the headaches and poor vision far better than her parents do. Her dad doesn't really care. He just looks at her weird when she does anything that requires even the littlest bit of strength, like helping him change a tire or carrying big boxes lmao. She's not even that butchy! Just a lil bit sometimes, she does like her sports and short hair, and picking up her girlfriends like they weight nothing (oh it gives her such a power rush!) but she still loves her skirts and dresses too! And she still thinks she looks great in them! She tells herself this must be how Captain Beatrix looked like during military galas, if she ever took off that uniform of her. It's certainly how Braddock would look. Somehow seeing herself through toad beauty standards helps a lot. Reminds her of how Anne would come back home dirty and sweaty and covered in mud after her parents took her on some day-long family trip to the mountains to look for frogs, happy and smiling so brightly, because "Hop Pop used to say 'if it ain't a little bit muddy, it ain't honest work'". And she knows Marcy feels a little bit better about her cane and crutches and wheelchair thinking about Andrias, and how much he changed his body to stay alive and look strong and healthy. Her body may not work the way it used to, but at least it doesn't have anything weird in it, at least she doesn't have robot parts - they got rid of the ports in her arms and legs just fine - at least it's all hers again. Plus, the weakness in her legs gives her a great excuse to ask for piggyback rides from her strong, beautiful girlfriend.

[marciaillust]

the older i get the more I fall in love with kuroko no basket. I wouldn't say my enjoyment of it comes from the strength of its writing or the depth and pathos the characters bring to the table but it's just so. so. it frog boils you

it starts off by introducing the generation of miracles and its just a buncha kids that are super good. one is turbo fast, one is naturally turbo tall, one can make 3 pointers from far far away. like sure there is a gimmick but its tiny, it's *believable*. these six kids are just that good whatever you watched sports anime, you know how this goes

but all in all the show starts off as. hey. we love basketball. this show is named kuroko's basketball, it is gonna be about what basketball means to its characters', especially kuroko. ok. fine. you have this duo and one is loud and obnoxious and the other one is quiet, they are the opposites but they are like light and shadow, we are gonna root for them as they go on their basketball journey and tell us what basketball means to them. ok

but the shadow guy. he's so much of a nothingburger he disappears on the court so he can make surprise moves. ok. wow. kinda funny. kinda gimmicky, more than being just tall or just fast, but like. its his whole personality anyway. everyone doesnt notice him off the court in real life too. it causes problems for him. its his dominant trait as a person on the whole. gimmicky but in character. out there but lowkey fits the threading of the fabric you're weaving here. that's just our main character and who he is as a person.

and then for the next 100 episodes you're slowly. with every match. getting exposed to new characters. with their little gimmicks. but you've seen anime before, everyone's got their thing. One will be less agile but the brains of the operation. One will be good at observing. One can do really really good fakes. Ok fine. But then. then the plot keeps escalating. the stakes keep going up. we need more characters. new matches. new gimmicks.

One of our characters can see the court really well, he knows whats what immediately in his surroundings. Eagle eye, they call that sense. But then he meets another guy, an opponent, who can see the court EVEN BETTER. He has got the HAWK EYE! the zone (state of intense focus) becomes a mythical land that only select few have the access too. Regular dunks become *METEOR STRIKES*. Slapping a ball away from your opponent becomes a *SPEAR*. Dribbling with 3 fingers becomes an indicator that you're actually on LEVEL 1 of your dribbling skills and it can go up by TWO MORE LEVELS

But throughout all of this you're like. Ok. Ok. Obviously this is basketball. The things we're seeing are merely visual metaphors and allegories for my enjoyment. It's not meant to be taken literally. BUT THEN. EVERYONE REACTS TO EVERYTHING. DIAGETICALLY. ITS WATSONIAN ALL THE WAY DOWN? EVERYONE is aware of the eagle eye and the hawk eye and the technical differences between them. Noone has done a meteor strike before! That's only theoretical! THE ZONE? its a door. Its like the door from fma. you can get cast out, the door can close on you. AND It guarded by someone! WHO IS STOPPING YOU FROM CROSSING THE THRESHOLD? Search. Find out. Withstand the storm. Open the door!! The dollar store yaoibait becomes all but text. The bonds between characters get elevated to biblical proportions. The main charas are light and shadow. But that shadow already had his light in the past. But they had a breakup. Now its like being in a new relesh looking to prove your ex boyfriend that he was wrong to dump you. And the new light is gonna stand up for his man, he's not gonna take the disrespect laying down. And the pot keeps boiling until the final bad guy of the whole tournament, the defending champion, is this redheaded twink with heterochromia in his eyes and hes GOT THE EYES OF AN EMPOROR! AND PEOPLE FALL TO THEIR KNEES FROM MERELY LOOKING INTO HIS EYES ON THE COURT! HE SAYS BOW BEFORE ME AS HE DRIBBLES PAST THEM AND THEY FALL!!! AND HE TALKS TO EVERYONE LIKE HE'S A DIVINELY PROTECTED TSAR OF REALITY! AND EVERYONE TAKES HIM SERIOUSLY!!!

BUT THEN YOU LEARN THAT ACTUALLY HE'S GOT A SPLIT PERSONALITY THING GOING ON AND HIS REAL SELF IS BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY HIS EVIL AND MEAN BASKETBALL SELF AND THAT TO DEFEAT THE GAY LOVE THAT OPPOSES HIM (the main characters) HE MUST SUICIDE HALF OF HIS PERSONALITY TO FREE HIMSELF TO REACH THE BASKETBALL HEAVEN AND HE DOES THIS VIA A CONVERSATION IN HIS HEAD DURING MATCH AND I CANT STRESS, A "PERSON" DIES, AND HE LOSES THE HETEROCHROMIA AND ITS LIKE. ITS TEXT I GUESS HE WAS POSSESSED

AND ALSO EVERYONE IS COLOUR CODED AND LIKE 17 AND ALSO THE 3 WOMEN IN THIS SHOW HAVE AT LEAST 5 SCENES DEDICATED TO SIZE OF THEIR BOOBS BECAUSE IT WAS 2012 AND THAT'S WHAT WOMEN FIGHT OVER IN PRIVATE AND THE LIGHT AND THE SHADOW WANT TO PLAY TOGETHER FOREVER AND THEY WANT TO GET BASKETBALL MARRIED AND THEY LITERALLY HAVE AN AIRPORT SCENE IN THE FINAL EP IS ANYONE ELSE SEEING THIS HELLO? TAPS MIC HELLO???

[feelo-fick]

ITS PILLBUG CHILLCHUCK!!! BUGCHUCK!!!! CHILBUG!!!! PILLCHUCK!!!! teketekatekateketekateka (<- sound of him skittering across the floor)

this started out as a joke design but then i got really invested halfway through

(inspired by @buniix3's hc on this post and the many jokes about him being a bug)

as a side note, an explanation on a pun thats just for me : "teka" means "wait" or "hold on" in Filipino, but it also happens to be an onomatopoeia for bug/skittering noises, so when hes saying "teka! teka!" hes practically making bug sounds despite it being an actual word HAHAHA

+ some design notes :

- his two hair thingys on his head became antenna (<- as if they werent practically antenna already)

- his bag is/resembles a monkey cup (a plant shaped like a pitcher that lures prey in with nectar until they slip and fall into the "cup" and get digested - similar to that man-eating plant in ep. 2)! also i wanted to make it vaguely similar to the frog suit, just because i like that outfit and i feel that it should be memorialized

- i dont think this is true to actual pillbugs, but i made him have claw-like (or maybe hoof-like is more fitting) hands and feet because uhhh i thought itd be fun, + ants have them im pretty sure

- the open toed shoes are mostly because i wanted to show the hoofs but you could also reason that its for dexterity/agility purposes

anyways i like him... buggo.... beady ass eyes... love that guy

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Mammalia - Chiroptera

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Our next order of mammals is Chiroptera, commonly called “bats.” Chiroptera is the second largest order of mammals after Rodentia. Bats comprise about 20% of all classified mammal species worldwide, with over 1,400 species. They are divided into the families Pteropodidae (“megabats”), Rhinopomatidae (“mouse-tailed bats”), Craseonycteridae (“Kitti's Hog-nosed Bat”), Megadermatidae (“false vampire bats”), Rhinonycteridae (“trident bats”), Hipposideridae (“Old World leaf-nosed bats”), Rhinolophidae (“horseshoe bats”), Nycteridae (“slit-faced bats”), Emballonuridae (“sac-winged bats” and “sheath-tailed bats”), Myzopodidae (“sucker-footed bats”), Mystacinidae (“New Zealand short-tailed bats”), Thyropteridae (“disk-winged bats”), Furipteridae (“Smoky Bat” and “Thumbless Bat”), Noctilionidae (“bulldog bats”), Mormoopidae (“ghost-faced bats”, “mustached bats”, and “naked-backed bats”), Phyllostomidae (“New World leaf-nosed bats”), Natalidae (“funnel-eared bats”), Molossidae (“free-tailed bats”), Miniopteridae (“long-fingered” and “bent-winged bats”), Cistugidae (“wing-gland bats”), and Vespertilionidae (“vesper bats”).

Bats are the only mammals capable of true and sustained flight, with their forelimbs adapted as wings. Their wings are a patagium of skin stretched between 4 fingers, with their thumbs pointing forward and supporting the leading edge of the wing. The wings of bats are much thinner and consist of more bones than the wings of birds, allowing bats to maneuver more accurately and fly with more lift and less drag. The surface of the wings is equipped with touch-sensitive receptors on small bumps called Merkel cells, also found on human fingertips. In bats, each of these bumps has a tiny hair in the center, making it even more sensitive and allowing the bat to detect and adapt to changing airflow. While bats are highly agile in the air, they can only crawl or drag themselves awkwardly across the ground, and most of their time not in the air is spent roosting upside down. However, a few species, such as the New Zealand Lesser Short-tailed Bat (Mystacina tuberculata) and the Common Vampire Bat (Desmodus rotundus) are able to walk or even run on all fours. Most bats are insectivores, and most of the rest are frugivores (fruit-eaters) or nectarivores (nectar-eaters). A few feed on vertebrates, such as the specialized blood-drinking vampire bats (subfamily Desmodontinae), the bird-hunting Greater Noctule Bat (Nyctalus lasiopterus), the fish-catching Greater Bulldog Bat (Noctilio leporinus), the frog-eating Fringe-lipped Bat (Trachops cirrhosus), and the Spectral Bat (Vampyrum spectrum) and Ghost Bat (Macroderma gigas) which sometimes feed on other bats. Carnivorous bats make use of echolocation for navigation and finding prey, while herbivorous bats use their more well-developed eyesight. Apart from the Arctic, the Antarctic and a few isolated oceanic islands, bats exist in almost every habitat on Earth.

Some bats lead solitary lives, while others live in colonies of millions. In some, the females live in groups while the males are solitary, or males and females will live in separate groups. Most species are polygynous, where males mate with multiple females. Some species are promiscuous, where both sexes mate with multiple partners. A few species form monogamous pairs. Female bats use a variety of strategies to control the timing of pregnancy and the birth of young, to make delivery coincide with maximum food ability and other ecological conditions. In most bat species, females carry and give birth to a single pup per litter. The young emerges rear-first, possibly to prevent the wings from getting tangled, and the female cradles it in her wing and tail membranes. In social species, females give birth and raise their young in maternity colonies and may assist each other in birthing. A few species also assist in suckling other mothers’ young. Most of the care for a bat pup comes from the mother, but in monogamous species, the father will also play a role in childcare.

The fragile skeletons of bats do not fossilize well, but Chiroptera is assumed to have arisen in the Eocene. The oldest known bat fossils include Archaeonycteris praecursor and Altaynycteris aurora (55–56 million years ago), both known only from isolated teeth. The oldest complete bat skeleton is Icaronycteris gunnelli (52 million years ago).

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The eyes of most carnivorous bat species are small and poorly developed, leading to poor visual acuity, but no species is truly blind. Microbats may use their vision for orientation and while travelling between their roosting grounds and feeding grounds, as echolocation is effective only over short distances. Some species can even detect ultraviolet (UV) light.

The smallest mammal in the world is the Kitti's Hog-nosed Bat (Craseonycteris thonglongyai), also known as the Bumblebee Bat (though the the Etruscan Shrew [Suncus etruscus] is smaller by body mass). An adult Kitti's Hog-nosed Bat is about 29 to 33 mm (1.1 to 1.3 in) in length and weighs around 2 g (0.071 oz).

On the other wing, the largest bat in the world is the Giant Golden-crowned Flying Fox (Acerodon jubatus) which can reach a weight of 1.6 kg (3.5 lb) and has a wingspan of 1.7 m (5 ft 7 in).

Bat dung is mined as guano from caves and used as a highly effective fertilizer due to the high content of nitrogen, phosphate, and potassium, all key nutrients essential for plant growth. Bat guano also contains fine particles of insect exoskeleton, which are largely composed of chitin. Chitin from insect exoskeletons is an essential compound needed by beneficial soil fungi, as chitin is a major component of fungal cell wall membranes. This fungi then improves soil fertility. However, unsustainable harvesting of bat guano may cause bats to abandon their roost. Many cave ecosystems are wholly dependent on bats to provide nutrients via their guano which supports bacteria, fungi, invertebrates, and vertebrates in the cave. The loss of bats from a cave can result in the extinction of species that rely on their guano.

The extinct bats Palaeochiropteryx tupaiodon and Hassianycteris kumari, both of which lived 48 million years ago, are the first fossil mammals whose colorations have been discovered. Both were reddish-brown.

The fastest flying bat, the Mexican Free-tailed Bat (Tadarida brasiliensis), can achieve a ground speed of 160 km/h (100 mph)!

Mexican Free-tailed Bats are one of the few species to "sing" like birds. Males sing to attract females.

Greater Bulldog Bats (Noctilio leporinus) “honk” to warn each other when they may be about to collide.

Carnivorous bats make use of magnetoreception, in that they have a high sensitivity to the Earth's magnetic field, like birds. These bats use a polarity-based compass, meaning that they differentiate North from South, unlike birds, which use the strength of the magnetic field to differentiate latitudes.

Scientists reported in January 2025 that they had discovered how some bats travel hundreds of miles in the spring to give birth in warmer temperatures: they surf storm fronts.

The Spotted Bat (Euderma maculatum) can travel as much as 38.5 km (24 mi) in one night in search of food.

Many species of plants depend on bats for seed dispersal. The Jamaican Fruit Bat (Artibeus jamaicensis) has been recorded carrying fruits weighing 3–14 g or even as much as 50 g.

Nectar-eating bats have acquired specialised adaptations. These bats possess long muzzles and long, extensible tongues covered in fine bristles that aid them in feeding on particular flowers and plants. These long, narrow tongues can reach deep into the long cup shape of some flowers. When the tongue retracts, it coils up inside the rib cage. The Tube-lipped Nectar Bat (Anoura fistulata) has the longest tongue of any mammal relative to its body size.

Around 500 species of flowering plant rely on bat pollination. Because of this, some of these flowers have adapted to only open their flowers at night.

Due to the specialized metabolism of Vampire Bats (subfamily Desmodontinae) they are highly susceptible to starvation if they fail to feed within 70 hours. To combat this, vampire bats engage in reciprocal altruism, and will feed each other by regurgitating blood. If a bat cannot find food two nights in a row, due to injury, illness, or simple unluckiness, one of its colony mates may feed it. Vampire bats who are more “popular” in the colony may be fed more often.

White-nose syndrome (WNS) is a fungal disease in North American bats which has resulted in the dramatic decrease of the bat population in the United States and Canada, killing millions and causing a 90% decline in some areas. The condition is named for a distinctive fungal growth of Pseudogymnoascus destructans around the muzzles and on the wings of hibernating bats. It is likely the fungus was brought to North America from Europe by cavers who didn’t wash their equipment. Bats in Europe seem to be resistant to the fungus. The Forest Service estimated in 2008 that the die-off from white-nose syndrome means that at least 2.4 million pounds (1.1 million kg or 1,100 tons) of insects will go uneaten, possibly leading to crop damage or having other economic impact.

It has been estimated that bats save the agricultural industry of the United States anywhere from $3.7 billion to $53 billion per year in pesticides and damage to crops. This also prevents the overuse of pesticides, which can pollute the surrounding environment, and may lead to resistance in future generations of insects.

Homosexual relations have been observed in the Bonin Flying Fox (Pteropus pselaphon) and the Indian Flying Fox (Pteropus medius).

The Christmas Island Pipistrelle (Pipistrellus murrayi) was declared extinct in 2009. This extinction was likely caused by introduced, invasive species such as Domestic Cats (Felis catus), Black Rats (Rattus rattus), Common Wolf Snakes (Lycodon capucinus), and Yellow Crazy Ants (Anoplolepis gracilipes). The bats could have also been poisoned by the insecticide Fipronil, used to control Yellow Crazy Ant Colonies.

In China, bats have been associated with happiness, joy, and good fortune. Five bats are used to symbolise the "Five Blessings": longevity, wealth, health, love of virtue, and peaceful death.

A new threat to bats has arisen in the form of bat taxidermy. Bat taxidermy, where bats are either mounted in glass, encased in resin, articulated as a skeleton, or simply stuffed, is growing in popularity as “quirky” decor. However, many sellers will claim to be ethical when they are not, and are actually catching and killing bats to meet the rising demand of this new market. In some cases, entire caves will be gassed so that the bat carcasses can be harvested by the thousands. Many of the bat species used for oddity decor are declining or even endangered. The transport of bat carcasses overseas has also been linked to the spread of disease.

[demilypyro]

Oh. A poison dart frog, of course. A red one. The best kind of frog. I get to be poisonous! And they look lithe and agile. And red.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Eurasian Water Shrew

Habitat: Freshwater streams, ponds, and shallow marshlands

Strengths:

Secretes mild toxins from glands in the jaw, which help to subdue prey like small fish and frogs

A very agile swimmer

Drab coloring allows it to blend in with its surroundings

Weaknesses:

Only able to remain submerged for 20 seconds

Extremely small; about 10 cm (4 in) long from nose to rump and weighing only 19 g (0.63 oz)

Very poor eyesight, hearing, and sense of smell

Teeth are not large enough to puncture the skin of larger mammals and birds

Photo by Charlie Marshall

[brain4stew]

Since I’ve gotten myself into pokemon, and pokemon go, I can’t help but think of;

Pokemon reader

Or

Trainer reader

With the survivors and killers being either; trainers or pokemon.

It doesn’t exactly matter what type of genre it is, but we know pokemon and trainers have strictly platonic relationships.

While trainer and trainer. Pokemon and pokemon can have platonic/romantic relationships.

So I can’t help but imagine that whenever reader is within a round as a pokemon, they’ll latch onto the very first survivor they see, to try and protect them, and make them feel safe. Pokemon or not.

Trainer reader would have random Pokemons they can call out for, for an example; if guest 1337 was a pokemon, he’d be some sort of barrier/defense pokemon.

Two Time would be kind of like Greninja, just without the frog-like appearance. The abilities, and overall character development of Greninja kind of fits Two Time. Since; Greninja is agile, can adapt to its environment and is sneaky and all that. Like an actual ninja.

I don’t exactly know what the other survivors would be like, nor how the killers would be like as a Pokemon and all that.

Trainer wise?

Guest 1337 would at least have more combat based pokemon, considering his strength and etc.

Azure, I feel like they’d be more of a flower-like pokemon trainer. Based on their past with botany. (Very unsure if they still do botany, but if they do, I feel like it’ll fit.)

And wise versa.

I might make some sort of headcanons or fics and so about these ideas, but I really want to know from everyone else, what pokemon, and what type of trainer would the survivors and killers be?

[catboymoments]

hi everybody i’m adrian ^__^ my tumblr isn’t active anymore but since you guys seem to like brigid i wanted to share a bit more info on her that i kept in mind when drafting her design/perosnality with fran

(soz for the nakey, it’s to get a feel for her body type— she’s still a work in progress and i’ve been talking on how to finalize her design with fran! any notes are appreciated <3)

brigid is a biped demon based on aquatic/amphibious creatures. a little squid frog thing. overtime i started to give her more and more nonhuman elements and it started to resonate with us a lot, so here’s the story!

brigid is the child of a witch and a (obviously sentient) beast demon, of which she’s inherited most of her appearance from. for being based on aquatic species, she has an extremely fiery personality + color palette! she would have started off not quite handling her ‘beastly’ traits with much finesse, being a bit clumsy and erratic about it and having a habit of slipping into a frenzy— then bronwyn, someone who handles her beastly side with so much pride and poise, starts to get popular with the boiling isles. she’s an idol bridge can resonate with because she makes something thought to be such an ‘ugly’ side of someone a part of her art, something beautiful!

by the time brigid would be ‘properly introduced’, she’s a firecracker. she’s learned to hone her beast side with confidence and ends up spry, agile and dynamic when she embraces it. she’s still goofy and headstrong, but she owns it! i really enjoyed coming up with her personality and discussing her dynamics/how she fits into the world with fran. i hope you guys have fun with her like we do!

POST THIS SQUIT IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[testicularmanslaughtrr]

Anyways my Paladin Sir NoneofThat is on a one man mission to ensure no one in Faerun ever has sex again.

By any means necessary.

I truly should not be allowed to play video games

[skarletta-arts]

A Brief Introduction to the AU Story of “Hazbin Hotel” - “Valley of Forgotten Voices”

I realized that it’s worth writing a short article with some lore regarding this AU. The lore part is quite extensive, and without explanations, it would be completely unclear what’s happening and what the differences are from the main storyline known from the series so far.

Let’s start with the two main characters of the AU:

Alastor Hartfelt and Anna Cliff.

Let’s begin with the one who is more familiar to people, namely Alastor.

Alastor Hartfelt:

1897 - 1930 (33 years old)

In the AU plot, he is quite a… specific character.

To begin with, Alastor had mixed roots, which was considered unethical at the beginning of the 20th century, resulting in prejudice towards him from an early age.

A tyrant father and a loving mother - two extremes of the family that pursued Alastor from birth, forcing him to realize at a young age that there was no such thing as justice.

One of his small hobbies was setting ants on fire and dissecting frogs to distract himself from the domestic scandals.

Almost every day, when young Alastor returned from his walks, he was met at home by his mother’s screams, his father’s anger, and constant accusations that she had given birth to an abomination.

While this affected Alastor somewhat at the age of 7, by the age of 10 it had become an ordinary reality. After all, there is a wonderful expression: one can get used to anything. And so he got used to it.

When his father was not at home, Alastor could spend time with his beloved mother, who not only tried to raise her son to be a true gentleman but also, as much as she could afford, educated him and instilled in the boy a love for cultural foundations from her side.

And perhaps everything would have continued in its own way until 1907, when foreigners moved into a long-forgotten house on their small street.

A short woman of quite advanced age, and with her a little girl, about 4-6 years old.

It was from this moment that the differences in the formation of Alastor’s personality began.

Differences:

Due to Anna’s presence in his life, Alastor developed a sense of responsibility for another person’s life and pedagogical skills, since Anna barely knew English when grandmother Pelageya brought her to New Orleans. (The part about Anna will clarify why she did this.)

Alastor learns to be more agile and protect not only himself but also Anna. They were something of outsiders in the area where their homes were. A Creole and a Russian fugitive - it sounded more like some kind of anecdote, but that was their reality.

From the age of 13, Alastor becomes deeply involved in Voodoo culture and often resorts to it throughout his life, having faith in the supernatural and having witnessed such things.

At the age of 17, Alastor kills his father, planning it for a year. The boy manages to play on all his parent’s sins and make it seem that no one even suspects him. However, he was sure until the end of his days that his mother knew perfectly well that the father did not disappear without a trace, but her own son had a hand in it.

Until the age of 20, Alastor persistently tries to establish authority, perfect his speech, simultaneously helping Anna find herself, considering the girl as a younger sister for whom he is responsible. This attitude towards the girl will persist until his death.

When the man manages to break into radio broadcasts and become a rising radio host, gaining popularity at an excellent pace, thanks not only to his pleasant timbre and accent, show presentation, but also his appearance - he manipulates to get Anna a position as his assistant to be sure that the girl will always be nearby, in sight, and not get into trouble with her kind heart.

Alastor is a true gentleman. He never raises his voice at ladies, no matter how much they provoke him or annoy him with their presence. The only exception was Anna behind closed doors, and even then, more for educational purposes rather than actually trying to offend the girl.

To some extent, he could be called an avenger. He tried never to kill girls, and 90% of his victims were men. However, if it involved child abuse or some particularly cruel acts, he wouldn’t hesitate to commit such killings. This code of his was formed over years of observing how cruel life actually is and how there really is no such thing as justice in it.

Throughout all the years, he only had a couple of mistakes. In one of those instances, Anna learned the truth about the “Night Avenger.” However, despite all the tears and attempts to persuade her friend to stop doing this… she accepted his point of view and stepped back. At the same time, Alastor began to notice a strange and not particularly friendly sparkle in his “sister’s” eyes, but he never really paid attention to it.

Alastor did everything to ensure that his mother and Anna, after the death of the latter’s grandmother, lacked nothing, trying to give them the maximum benefits he could afford. He also tried to protect his family from gossip and attacks by journalists who repeatedly tried to dig up dirt on him first and foremost.

On the day of his death, Alastor made a mistake. He wasn’t too careful and deviated from his usual, safe route to check a recent body he had buried at the junction of a swampy area and a dense forest. That’s how he got a bullet in the forehead when a sloppy, slightly drunk hunter mistook him for a deer in the twilight and shot him. Anna took Alastor’s broken glasses, keeping them with her always until her own death.

Alastor made a deal in this AU as well, but not with Rosie, but directly with the Loa spirits. Rosie, in this AU, is his close friend, just like Anna.

Alastor, having entered Hell and taking advantage of the fact that he was already quite powerful, having gathered some powers and souls during his lifetime, tried to quickly secure a significant place for himself in order to protect himself.

His new demonic appearance constantly causes him trouble - from reactions to sounds, smells, and other things, to a constant state of terror deep within his soul. His perpetual, forced smile helps to hide these details well. When Niffty came under his command, he personally asked her to sew his smile shut with bright green thread, like a doll's, so that even when he was terribly scared and in pain, he could still smile. Niffty keeps this secret deep within her heart, although Alastor believes she has forgotten about it over the years.

Due to a strange turn of events (explained in the Anna section), Alastor did not recognize Anna when he met her in Hell, although he did recognize Mimi. For a long time, he mistook the girl for just another careless soul who wanted his protection in exchange for their own soul. He did give her that protection, but there were times when he would lash out at her. He learned the truth about this situation under very unpleasant circumstances and felt an immense sense of guilt towards his friend, as well as feelings of resentment and anger towards Rosie, since she knew the truth.

At the moment, this is the main list of differences from the main storyline regarding Alastor. I believe that any new element has a butterfly effect. In this AU, Anna and her grandmother appear in his life, which, accordingly, made some changes to his life, personality, and choices.

Anna Cliff:

1901 - 1938 (37 years old)

Let's begin with Anna herself.

The girl barely remembers her childhood in Russia, as her grandmother took her to New Orleans at the age of 6, but she never forgot her native language. This later developed into a rather interesting and peculiar accent, which she could control with age, but each time she did so, she felt like she was hiding a part of herself.

Anna does not use her real surname. Cliff is the name she was given when moving to another country. At birth, she was Anna Pavlovna Volkova. During her lifetime, only her grandmother, Alastor, and his mother knew her real surname, for which the first one sometimes laughed and called the little girl a careless little wolf cub.

Anna's grandmother took the girl away 10 years before the great revolution in the Russian Empire, as the woman believed in the supernatural (receiving certain signs that something very bad was about to happen) and was not foolish herself. Being at the head of her branch of the court, she understood perfectly well that, sooner or later, despite the good deeds of the tsar, something very large and bad would happen.

With her granddaughter in tow, Pelageya organized an arson of the estate, preparing for it for quite a long time, and then fled to New Orleans, taking the little girl with her. For everyone in Russia, they were dead, as bodies were planted in the burned buildings, in their private rooms.

Anna herself grew up... an interesting girl.

When she first met Alastor in their new place... she understood almost nothing. She just stood there, blinking and smiling broadly, trying to hide her embarrassment at her lack of understanding. She only had basic knowledge of French, as the little noblewoman had been taught since the age of three. As for English... it was a wilderness.

Alastor was surprisingly keen to kill time anywhere but at home while his father was there. So he took it upon himself to teach the girl English as best as he could. 

Over the years, their casual acquaintance developed into a strong friendship, even resembling that of close family members. The girl, albeit talented yet shy and embarrassed, showed good progress in her understanding of the arts, reading, and dancing. However, she was kept away from the arts altogether, not only because she was a foreigner but also because she was a girl. 

As a result, Anna focused more on any work she could find, from volunteering in medical institutions to any part-time job she could get. Her workaholism and desperate desire to help both her grandmother and her friend pushed her to become stronger, exhibit discipline towards herself, and so on. 

Her rare mutation, specifically the rapid loss of melanin in her hair structure, became especially noticeable as she aged, with prominent gray strands appearing against her chestnut hair, adding a touch of exoticism to her appearance.

By the age of 24 or 25, Anna learned Alastor's secret. Her close friend had been committing murders for many years, targeting those he believed were polluting the lives of ordinary people. 

All attempts to dissuade her friend and instill in him the importance of compassion, that this was not the way, yielded no results. However, during rare evening conversations about this topic, Anna increasingly found herself thinking that... she agreed with her friend.

This realization settled deep within her when Anna was about 27 years old. That evening, in an alley, she was nearly raped by two men. She was already prepared to pray to all the gods to protect her body from disgrace, but that very evening, by a stroke of luck, Alastor happened to meet her on her way home. He barely made it in time. 

Seeing what condition Anna was in after the altercation—the trickle of crimson blood from her broken nose and the spark that flashed in her friend's eyes—Alastor could only swear in that moment that deep inside Anna was hiding "it." That very feeling of cruelty mixed with a desire for justice. 

Unfortunately, this incident was forgotten within a few weeks when life returned to its mundane course.

For the next few years, until Alastor's death, everything was relatively quiet but stable. A normal life with work, secrets, dinner parties, stacks of paperwork, and helping her friend prepare for his shows.

However, everything changed when... Alastor was accidentally killed.

At that moment, Anna's false sense of justice shattered completely. Even though a thought crossed her mind that perhaps this was punishment for Alastor from fate itself for how he had used his life, skills, and voodoo magic, that thought faded when she learned who the negligent hunter was.

One of the city's big shots, who, for fun, could drunkenly shoot his own subordinates, break their bones, and inflict deep wounds with a hunting knife. The one who constantly raised his hand against his own wife and children. The one who was dishonest in every way possible.

At that moment, Anna broke. Her morals, her past values, her former principles—all of it collapsed like a house of cards that she had built over many years.

Anna transformed as a person quite rapidly and in fits and starts. First, she took on the responsibility of looking after Alastor's mother (in this AU, she survives her son), tending to her as if she were her own. Second, Anna did everything she could to keep Alastor's secret hidden—that the avenger, the serial killer, was indeed him. (The truth would only be revealed after Anna's own death when her diaries, personal belongings of some victims, and remnants of voodoo magic paraphernalia used by Alastor would be discovered in her home.)

Additionally, the girl... decided to seek revenge. To take revenge on that very hunter. The preparation for revenge took just over a year.

Since the girl herself was familiar with weapons, traps, and the principles of hunting from childhood, thanks to a friend, she had no trouble in just a few months thoroughly studying the area of the forest where the hunter appeared most frequently during the season.

Further on... it got more complicated. The girl devised a system of markings on the traps so that she wouldn’t accidentally get caught in them. She personally had to check all of them, almost injuring her legs in the iron jaws a couple of times. From there, things escalated.

Anna often appeared at the library and, under the pretense of working on another article, discreetly collected information about poisons, researching how various substances could affect living organisms, bit by bit.

Small experiments on animals and rodents yielded results - a toxin capable of causing paralysis while leaving the sensation of touch intact. A side effect was the rapid clotting of blood, which proved to be only an advantage for Anna.

On the fateful day, Anna was ready. Completely. And she waited. Patiently waited for the cry of pain. It happened after a few hours.

The hunter lay on the ground while two of his dogs ran around barking desperately. Anna, wearing a mask of sympathy and pretending she had stumbled upon the scene by chance, acted as though she was going to help him. However, she was merely inching closer to the rifle, intending to mercilessly shoot the barking dogs and strike the suffering man with the butt of the gun.

It took her about half an hour to drag him a little further away, closer to the marshy area where she would carry out her revenge.

Forcefully, she poured the poison down the man's throat and brought him back to consciousness. Then she tortured him. She tormented him until he finally breathed his last. Everything from minor cuts to the severing of ears and finger phalanges was employed. Until the empty eyes of the man stared ahead, and the body stopped even writhing under the whistle of his fading breath.

That day, Anna fully understood that she no longer believed in fairness in this world. And she would never believe in it again.

Three years later, Alastor's mother passed away. Anna was the only one to see her off on her final journey. The woman fell victim to illness and a deepening depression after the loss of her son.

For the rest of her days, Anna engaged in... not entirely legal activities, trying to make do as a con artist.

Until one day, retribution caught up with her.

The children of that very hunter grew up and, through a chain of connections, found the murderer of their father - Anna. And they dealt with her brutally.

That evening, Anna was returning home in her favorite fox fur coat - not particularly thick, with an elegant color, which contrasted beautifully with her now fully gray hair.

The tired girl had been losing her caution more and more over the past year. And she cursed herself more for her own actions.

She was pulled from her deep thoughts when she felt something splashed on her too suddenly. And then - heat.

Unbearable heat that spread throughout her body made her scream in agony and try to extinguish the flames in any way possible. However... all her attempts were in vain. The last thing Anna remembered before her death... was excruciating pain and the faces of a young man and woman, looking at her just as she had looked at the hunter years ago - with a gaze of satisfaction borne of vengeance.

Upon arriving in Hell, Anna was struck by a few things. 

First - Hell exists. 

Second - in the seven years of her life in the world of the living, Alastor had managed to establish a significant position among the Overlords, gaining influence and... changing. The way he was described, his actions, and how ruthlessly he killed other Overlords to climb the ladder of influence was nothing like the person Anna knew. And that frightened her.

But she also didn’t particularly want to interfere in his new life, a life after death. Therefore, she made the decision to avoid crossing paths with him under any circumstances for as long as possible. Anna took the name "Silvana," lived not in luxury, but rather scraped by from one menial job to another among the souls of the damned, until the next cancerous day came a few years later.

Valentino noticed the little, attractive fox who could persuade and seduce customers in a small bar. Despite the fact that the sinner often wore a mask, and her tone of voice frequently changed from her persona, the moth thought that such a specimen would be a nice addition to his growing "crew" of prostitutes. He encourages the girl's replacement to set her up—by breaking expensive bottles, blaming it on Anna, and forcing her to seek help. However, the replacement didn't stop at just breaking bottles; he also looted the cash register and expensive liquor.

Anna finds herself in trouble when she truly needs protection. Complete protection.

The boss threatened her, stating that he would kill her as many times as necessary until the "pathetic girl" reimbursed the losses.

At that time, Valentino appears. Both directly and through his people, he tries to deceive and persuade Anna into a contract, but the girl's intuition, coupled with the knowledge that free cheese is only found in a mousetrap, pushes her towards a difficult decision—she decides to find Alastor.

Valentino's attempts to coax her continue, while Anna desperately searches for a place where the radio demon might be. Following a lead, she learns that he is a frequent visitor in the Cannibal city. That's where she heads.

She only needs a few days to wait for him, to catch him off guard with her sudden appearance and ask for help.

Alastor, after some persuasion, agrees to help. But only through a deal for a soul, not even suspecting whose soul he is about to claim.

A clarifying point—within this AU, Alastor does not make deals with a direct contract, as his powers and their nature have changed. Thus, in the case of Angel and Valentino, Alastor could not discover Anna's true name, which will play a role later on.

For many years, Alastor was haunted by a strange feeling when he was near this girl. As if an unseen ghost from the past. However, he could not think of Anna herself—he sincerely believed that such a pure soul as his childhood friend could never end up in Hell, unaware of how his death had truly broken her and turned her inside out.

So, you have just been introduced to the primary and main storyline of this AU. I will try to share further events and other content in different formats—small text sketches, comics, and artworks.

If you've read this to the end, I would be very grateful and happy to hear your feedback on this lore article. Thank you for reading!

English version of the AU text. If you find any mistakes or anything else - please tell me!

[the-fluffy-folio]

Flashback the Chiminimera - one of my earliest creatures. I made it way too strong back then and reworked it a few times. Still op? Too fragile? What do you think?

One part cuteness, three parts death. The chiminimera lives close to running streams and shallow ponds where it hunts for prey like frogs, fish and small mammals. Being as vicious as its bigger cousin, this little critter was observed to even overpower significantly larger animals with frightening efficiency, seemingly just for its own amusement. Most predators know the wicked character of the chiminimera and are wise enough to leave it alone. Evil casters, however, are almost irresistibly attracted to the sheer ferocity of this intriguing creature. Fragile, but blessed with an unmatched agility and equipped with the sight of a mantis, the chiminimera seems to be nearly impossible to surprise, let alone to catch.

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[decadeofjoy-au]

Some more Lonnie stuff!

Alon Habagat (69/90)

Intelligence: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐⭐⭐(10)

Battle IQ: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️(10)

Experience: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️(7)

Skills: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️(10)

Luck: ⭐️⭐️⭐⭐(4)

Speed: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐(10)

Strength: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐⭐(6)

Hax: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️(7)

Durability: ⭐️⭐️⭐⭐⭐(5)

Fun facts:

-Lonnie uses his battle IQ to make up for what he lacks in luck, and does the same with his agility and speed to make up for what he lacks in strength and durability.

-Semi-related, a hidden talent of his is freestyle dance, specifically street dancing. The fast movements are what gets translated to his agility. Ironically he's horrible with choreographed dance.

-With his hax specifically, I'd probably say that it's his ability to dodge rapidly

-Though he goes around Playcare to get as much information as possible under the guise of trying to trigger any deja vu, he is genuinely trying to get into the others' interests. He himself wasn't able to make time for interests before arriving, and wanted to see if anything will give him that sort of spark.

-He doesn't really like any of the toys in the Playtime brand, but if he had to pick a favorite, it would be Bolt

-The little bandana around his neck used to be the blanket he was found to be wrapped in when he was a baby.

-Lonnie as a toddler once filled a kiddie pool full of frogspawn. The neighborhood then had to deal with a frog infestation after. He's still proud of that.

-He's average when it comes to cooking. His real talent in that department is being able to make something good with even the most random ingredients sitting in a mostly empty fridge.

-He'd never admit it, but Lonnie is touch-starved as hell. He can't sleep without a pillow to cling on.

-He can actually play the piano, and sometimes offers to play from the backstage of the theater during any plays. Plus it helps with avoiding suspicion when he writes using musical notes as ciphers.

-His comfort drink is the honey milk drink from Ponyo. For food, he gravitates towards anything spicy. He has a ridiculously high spice tolerance, but it tends to earn him a trip to the bathroom every time.

-He had a childhood crush on Alan Turing, and his favorite movie back then was the Imitation Game. Don't ask, his former crush makes him cringe everytime he thinks about it.

-Although they double as signal jammers, Lonnie's headphones do work as actual headphones. His playlist is full of sea shanties and songs from musicals, with the occasional Cosmo Sheldrake song in there.

Lonnie's opinion on the other OCs: Orphans

"Spoken" 'Thoughts'

TDOJ: "I don't mind Maria. I want to know her better, but I don't think she really likes me…"

'A good diversion…'

"Azure? She's nice too. I had the idea of journaling from her! And apparently she had the idea from another worker from security?"

'She's especially interesting, but I'll never understand her fondness of the toys…'

"Maury? The other orphans talk about how he used to set up games for them and help around with heavy lifting, so I'm sure he would've been a great friend to have! Sadly, I didn't get to know him as much before he left…"

'The caretakers seem oddly uncomfortable when I ask them about it…'

@icanexplainwhythisnameisbad:

"I like listening to Caleb's conspiracies! I don't really believe in it, but I can really see the appeal. It adds a bit more adventure in your life, you know?"

'His reasonings for his theories though are…curious.'

"I'm not that familiar with Zack, and I don't even think he knows my name. I do want to get to know him better though!"

'I once commented about how we never see the workers without their suits, and he said it wasn't like that when he first came here. Why the change in dress code…?'

"Melvin? We barely even talk. But maybe he just likes having some space, and who am I to disrespect that?"

'I should ask about what the others think of him…'

@stallia-abiarts:

"Usher? I feel bad for what he's went through, and it's nice that he has an anchor through Handyman. I never really met the mascot though, and only know what they look like because of the cardboard cutout."

'A good seeker. I have him to thank for finding some of Magnus' hiding spots.'

"Aether's words can hurt, so I kinda keep a distance between us. But I'll admit, the questions he ask mid-class are funny."

'He's amusing to watch. But it's his fighting style and intelligence that really interests me.'

@anewbieartist356: "I barely ever see Magnus either. Apparently he tends to hide a lot whenever a toy shows up, which is often."

'Some of the hiding spots he uses…I don't they belong in an orphanage.'

Lonnie's opinion on the other OCs: Caretakers

Canon:

"Miss Long Legs, right? She's the one in charge of Playcare entirely, right? That's gotta be a really hard job."

'There's no way a person can fit in a mascot suit of that anatomy. That's not even mentioning the control on the limbs.'

"I haven't seen much of Bunzo, but apparently he hosts the best parties whenever it's an orphan's birthday. Too bad I don't know when mine is."

'But good luck guessing anyway.'

"Kissy's sweet! But sometimes, I think she gets so wrapped up with caring for others that she forgets about herself. I try to bring her and the others a glass of water, since it must be so hot wearing those costumes all the time."

'They never let me see them take the head off to drink…'

"I'm grateful with how much Bobby's willing to help me recover my memories. Plus she lets me use the scrap paper she used to communicate before to make myself more handmade paper for my sketches!"

'Her handwriting seems to change depending on the pen. Maybe I can form a timeline of conversations here for every pen that she had to replace…'

"Crafty's pretty nice too. When she's not entertaining the other kids, she helps with trying to figure out if she might know anything about the familiar faces I sketch."

'Odd how she has reactions to some of them, yet claim to not know them.'

"I like the teachers too! They actually make the class engaging and even get to the bottom of any subjects the we're struggling with. I got to admit, it's funny to see their reactions to Melvin's odd questions."

'Miss Delight specifically seemed oddly uncomfortable when one of the orphans expressed wanting to be a biologist when they grew up. She teaches science though, shouldn't she be supportive?'

"I keep forgetting that PJ Pug-a-pillar can walk on walls, so I end up scaring myself everytime when he does. But I'm sure he didn't mean it!"

'Okay, there's definitely no way any mascot can do that without harnesses.'

@anewbieartist356:

"I once mispronounced Connie's name as commie, and I never stopped scolding myself about it. But I have her to thank for waking me up whenever I end up sleepwalking to who knows where."

'If I could just find a way to stall for more time…'

@geekyrie:

"I don't get to talk much with Johann because most of my interactions with him are when he's on the job as a librarian. Which is a shame, I guess, but someone's gotta keep the place silent."

'You'd think there would be yearbooks of the faculty without their costumes on.'

@sweatycowboyqueen:

"Silly's the guidance counselor, I think? I don't know, I just know they're the one in charge of helping the more troubled kids. I've only really passed by them or heard about them from Maria or Aether from time to time."

'They were vehemently against it when I suggested an electric fly zapper for the fly problem at one of the staircases…'

@icanexplainwhythisnameisbad:

"Vile doesn't really fit his name at all! He's anything but vile! If anything, he brings that sort of pizzazz in the theater like he owns it! That's confidence that I'd want to have one day."

'Maybe he knows about this theater incident mentioned in Lockehart's files…' "I like Commander Cinnatart for the same reasons I like Vile! They just have this sort of presence that can lift your spirits in the toughest times, you know?"

'He's referred to Mommy and this other toy, I'm assuming his name is Doey with the resemblance to the cardboard cutout, as being two of the generals. Who are the others…?'

"I sometimes have to watch my step around Zacker since he's one of the shorter caretakers, no offense to him. Then again, he doesn't seem to like being noticed much anyway."

'I wonder if his flash drive fingers actually work…And how far can his antenna pick up signals? Better be in an avoidable range…'

@hugcat4ever2468:

"I don't get to see much of Cotton other than some glimpses. Maybe they're still a bit shy? Maybe because I'm new, but I hope that one day she'll be willing enough to let me get to know her more."

'She seems to have the most trouble restraining herself whenever Zack asks for his father's whereabouts.'

@just-a-freak40:

"Calvin's another caretaker that I really like! Especially everytime he just randomly bursts into song. Sometimes I saw him at the theater too, and once he and Vile even had this duet that's still stuck in my mind!"

'He offered to play nurse once with an orphan, but had a panic attack after she pulled out the toy needle…'

@scrappythescrapstrap:

"Laffy's probably one of the bigger favorites of the younger kids, since she's the most active one, I think. The kids definitely love being picked up by her."

'It's best if I gather the younger kids to play with her whenever I need to sneak past.'

"Taffy on the other hand is one of my personal favorites. I always go to her arts and crafts corner to make handmade pages, and sometimes I even see her talking to Crafty."

'Better to already have the papers shredded whenever I go there. It should lower suspicion.'

🪽Woahhh :0 this is a lot of great info! I’ll have to add this to their submission sheet!

I wonder how an Azure and Alon interaction would go

[fatehbaz]

taking relentless severe psychic damage from watching several hours of videos of television commercial advertisements from the United States in December 1999.

a world-historical moment, an all-time high peak of self-assured smirking arrogance.

ascendant home computers and internet modems. a new millennium! a time after Cold War but before Nining Leven, with saxophone-playing heads of state and cheery Spielbierg-ian sentimentality attempting to plaster over 1970s/1980s disappointments and hangovers with renewed millennarian End-Of-History optimism.

come celebrate with us! look at these images of The Nation! from sparkling Times Square and the cast of "Friends" in bustling cosmopolitan New York City, to sunny Californian prosperity, to those cartoonish frogs in the quasi-mythical Deep South-ish rural periphery of Budweiser ads, and all the suburban Midwestern Kay's Jeweler's in between! planetary hegemony. "Head east from the Colosseum, across the ruts of chariots, and you'll find an imperial estate built by a second-century Caesar. It's a rough ride. And if the agile and durable Chevy Tracker can handle these ancient roads, driving back home will be a walk in the park. Chevy Tracker: It Gets Around!"

or perhaps "our" power extends beyond this terrestrial imperium, into space, conquering the stars. UFOs; space aliens; The X-Files; Independence Day; Space Jam; Men in Black; the Phoenix Lights; Coast to Coast AM on the radio; Space Command in Colorado Springs.

the anxious fragility belied by the desperate constant promotion of an almost religious dedication to recognizable icons.

talking chihuahuas, marketing jingles, annual football game events. self-referential circular cross-promotion maelstrom.

"An all-new holiday spectacular, a Christmas special destined to become a family classic! With music from REM's Michael Stipe, voiced by Ally McBeal's Peter MacNicol, and starring Drew Barrymore! It's Olive the Other Reindeer! At 8/7 Central Fox Friday!"

trying to insist that this "classic" cultural iconography binds us. it has always lived in your heart. fabricating in real-time a supposedly shared history, insisting on this "reality" even at the moment of its very creation. hammering away at the soul.

Daffy Duck saunters in and pronounces: "Eat your way into the new millennium with this 'gigundo' party sub from Subway!"

why aren't you smiling?