#angry lizard is angry a lot of the time who knew

[ooeygooeyghoul]

Tell me about YOUR WoL! Rapid fire!

Favorite food vs. Comfort food

A childhood memory

That one thing that they don't need but can't let go of

Best friend

Something people are surprised to learn

And a pet peeve.

OKAY GET READY FOR MULTIPLE PARAGRAPHS YEEHAW

Favorite food vs. Comfort food

Shiun is a simple man, he enjoys most dishes with a large portion of meat. Roast dodo, smoked raptor, meat pies, grilled fish- doesn't matter what it is as long as it's dead and cooked. His comfort food, however, would be some good old pickled plum riceballs. They remind him of home.

A childhood memory

Shiun's childhood was... rocky to say the least. Growing up in Doma during the Garlean occupation, things weren't easy. Most of his memories of his younger days are tainted by Garlean oppression or the scathing words of his father whenever Shiun refused to follow the path his parents laid out for him. One fond memory that lingers in his mind, however, is the time he snuck out of the house in the middle of the night after a bad argument with his dad when he was about 9. He encountered a lone man out in the countryside, practicing his swordsmanship on a withered tree. Shiun watched him quietly from the tall grass for a long time, completely enraptured by the man's fluid movements and grace with the weapon. Eventually, the man sheathed the blade and called out to Shiun, seemingly aware of his presence the whole time. Embarrassed, but curious, he came out of hiding and into the open. Apparently, the man was a samurai and was training for the day Doma would rise up against Galemald. Something stirred in Shiun's soul as the man waxed poetic about hope and his faith in the Doman people, the desire to do the same one day grew inside him. He told the samurai that he wanted to learn to fight too, and he was ecstatic when the man allowed him to use his sword and gave him a few lessons on how to wield it. When he returned home that night, he had a newfound resolve to become something more. He never got the man's name, and he can't remember his face, but he'll never forget what he taught him (even if he ended up being more fond of axes than katanas and swords).

The one thing that they don't need but can't let go of

Shiun stubbornly holds onto every axe he's ever used. He's got an odd sentimentality about the weapons he's sliced enemies apart with over his journey, each one a sort of old friend he doesn't want to get rid of (even though he's running out of space for them.) He also holds onto the bandana/eyepatch thing Thancred used to wear during the Dragonsong war as a sort of "good luck charm." He'd rather die than let anyone know about that though, so you didn't hear anything about it okay?

Best friend

Out of the NPCs, he's the closest to Alphinaud and Alisaie. He's kind of adopted a big brother role over them, and being around them really draws out his more aggravating personality traits. Especially with Alisaie, they two play off each other to bully their other friends in an unfair tag team of sass. Player-wise, his best friend is my best friend's WoL, Gholi- a sharp-tongued black mage lala. You'd never guess they're friends just by looking at them, because they are literally always at each other's throats, but they actually get along swimmingly. When they're hanging out, Gholi is usually hitching a ride on Shiun's shoulder because he gets sick of not being able to keep up with the Au Ra's ridiculously long stride.

Something people are surprised to learn Everyone is always surprised to find out that he's a cat person. His favorite minion is his gaelikitten named Potato (thanks to a friend group poll lol), and he would die for that little dude. No one expects the 7'5" Au Ra with the perma-RBF and enormous axe to fawn over a tiny little kitten with silly wings.

Pet peeve

The quickest way to get on Shiun's nerves is to give him unsolicited advice about how he should be doing things. His parents were major micro-managers, and it drove him crazy. He's going to be doing things his way thank you very much.

[bones4thecats]

If it's okay can I please ask for silver and Floyd and malleus with kianna but like they barely started dating and she's just like

I've only been dating him for half an hour but if anything happened to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Silver Vanrouge, Floyd Leech, and Malleus Draconia Name: Reader Being Protective Over {Character} Requester: @nunezs-stuff

A/N: This is a fun prompt! I wish everyone reading this a Happy New Year and good luck to you and your families! See you all next year, lil bubbles🫧!

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⚔️ He and you had an interesting bond

⚔️ You were known to be very distant, and that was what Silver expected when in a relationship with you

⚔️ Oh Sweet Seven, was he wrong...

⚔️ Silver was being scolded by Sebek for sleeping again when you came up from behind the green-haired hot-head and pulled him by the collar to meet your eyes and you whispered something so scary in his ear that the half-fae ran off to vomit

⚔️ When asked why you did that, you just smiled and hugged Silver, rubbing his head until he fell asleep once again

⚔️ He never expected you to be so protective over him, especially with someone you considered close as well

⚔️ But, who was he kidding? He was a human raised by a ex-war-general fae for crying out loud!

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🎭 Oh my heavens, you both were on the same exact powerline here!

🎭 Floyd is extremely protective of those he deems close, and that has been shown by how many people he has threatened to squeeze when he heard them talk bad about you!

🎭 He has always viewed himself as the protector here, due to being far taller and a lot more known for his anger than you

🎭 But seeing you glare at the Savanaclaw student from behind as they mouthed off to him made him smile

🎭 You and him weren't in a relationship for very long, but he watched you take that guy down in a matter of minutes, and that was the sign that you were his one and only

🎭 Floyd smiled when you hugged him and glared at the beastman as they ran away with their tail between his legs

🎭 Now, everyone wouldn't mess with either of you! How fun~

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🐉 Malleus knew how angry you could get, since he's seen many calm figures in his life become violent and/or severely angry before

🐉 Himself included

🐉 When he and you got together, he pledged to never love anyone again, and he meant every single time he said that, which was a surprising amount

🐉 This fae was never really challenged, due to his ranking in society and his, in other people's words, 'intimidating aura'

🐉 The only person to really go head-to-head in conflicts with him was Savanaclaw's housewarden, Leona Kingscholar

🐉 You and him weren't on good terms, due to his laziness reminding you of Shu far to much

" How about this, lizard boy, take that power of your's and- "

🐉 He watched as you grabbed the beastman's tail and pulled him to look at you before throwing him into the ground and laying your foot on his head

🐉 Malleus is now swooning

[a-rabid-snake]

fanfiction?? Idk

I don't know if you can call it fan fiction.

In short, these are my strange sketches

Artificer/saint

The snow slowly swirled falling to the ground, making the world more and more white. The lizards hissed at each other. The Scavengers were muttering incoherently

And the snow kept falling and falling, reaching the ground. Soft paws crushed the snow under them, leaving a trace. But there were also rougher, harder and heavier footsteps that followed

Two tired slugcats were walking across the frozen lands. The goal? They had their own goals, but they walked together. A green and fluffy slugcat, under the name saint and his companion, a smooth, bard slugcat, under the name Artificer

Artificer exhaled another puff of steam or smoke with displeasure and broke their tense silence

—Hey, fluffy, how much longer are we going to go? —

She didn't have to wait long for an answer, as if saint expected her to ask him.

—There is still time before the blizzard. But if you're tired, we can take a break. —

Arti sighed in displeasure and rephrased herself

—I'm talking about something else. We went to the iterators. After all, we have already visited Five Pebbles and looks to the moon.. —

—Oh, yes, that's right, we still have a long way to go, especially before the other iterators —

—Uh, well, that's great —

Artificer growled in displeasure and together they continued to move through the snowy places

They moved in silence, Artificer sometimes entered into conficts, Saint stayed behind to cover her if anything

Time passed, the wind increased, it became colder. Artificer felt relatively normal, but saint was covered in frost

As a result, they decided to stay at the nearest shelter. It was cold, especially when you lay down on metal. These two lay down next to each other to get warm faster, or rather, to keep the saint warm

— How are you? —

Arti asked the question, her voice was rude, but still feminine

—Better, thanks —

Saint shifted a little in place to make it comfortable for both of them

—If you want, I can move away—

—No, I'll use you as a pillow —

—.... Okay —

They continued to lie in silence, constantly they both began to doze off, sinking into sleep. Arti fell asleep a little earlier, and therefore began to twitch a little, this is a little hindered by saint. Saint obediently waited for her to calm down, when suddenly her claws dug into him, and she herself pressed hard against him. Fluffy had no choice but to hug her and try to fall asleep

His dream was not rosy, one could say that the nightmare from the past still followed him. Saint woke up unexpectedly, Artificer was no longer asleep. Looking at the exit of the shelter, which was closed, it was clear that saint was not the only one who had a bad sleep

—Are you having a nightmare too? —

Saint asked calmly, in a whisper, trying not to scare arti

The burgundy slugcat just moved her ear and sighed heavily

—You could say that —

A soft paw rested on arti's paw, the latter turned to the owner of the green fur

— Can I hug you?—

Saint knew how much arti valued his fox space, so he asked her, carefully so that she wouldn't get angry

Artificer nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly, and turned slightly so that she could be hugged

They both knew about each other's problems, Saint about the fact that arti had lost her slugpups, and arti, that saint had to go through a lot

Hugs are the only thing that saves them from endless suffering. Saint hated himself because of the tenth karma. Arti hated herself because she was stuck on the first karma

They suffered, they suffered forever, but together they could find solace in each other

Saint was silent, as was arti. They were silent. The silence was appropriate, it did not put pressure on them, they needed to gather all their thoughts into a single whole in order to continue living on

After a while, their silence was broken by a metallic screech, he warned them that a new cycle was beginning

—As I understand it, we need to move on —

—Yeah, are you ready? —

—Yes —

Saint got a short reply and they stopped hugging each other and they started packing up. In general, they just put themselves in order, and then went outside.

They moved on to the gate leading to another region, along the way they found some fruits as well as lizards. They had different diets, so they looked for food in turn, or rather, what they find faster, we will eat.

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Arti has risen to the heights. The wind blew her poncho and other rags. Life was in full swing as usual, especially among her former enemies. Why exes? Because arti lost that old, horned mask a long time ago.

However, scavengers continue to be afraid of her. Saint came up to her and together they lowered her down. The Scavengers parted in fright, trying to get as far away from them as possible

They almost walked away from the scavengers post. Saint carefully took arti by the paw, clinging to her, feeling the warmth and despair in this explosive body.

—Are you okay? —

Saint asked cautiously, trying to read her eyes

It wasn't entirely clear what Artificer was feeling, but it was something that was clearly not very good.

—No —

She paused briefly.

—They... I don't want to know them, I don't want to deal with them anymore —

—I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold myself back again, even after everything, I feel sins and.... deep sadness creeping down my back —

Her voice sounded heavy, like she was carrying a bunch of caramel lizards

— You... you can stop me.. If I do it again.. —

The saint gave her a sympathetic look and answered her without hesitation

—Of course I'll be there —

Arti relaxed a little and nodded

— I... thank you... —

She paused a little embarrassed, not looking at him

—Can you let me go? —

—Can I hug you a little more? —

Answered the question with a question fluffy

It seems as if arti exhaled in displeasure and replied

—Okay... —

She sounded a little embarrassed, although she was obviously trying to hide it. Saint smiled gently and they continued on their way.

They stopped at an elevation. Arti and saint were sitting next to each other. It was beautiful, to some extent.

Artificer and saint hugged each other while looking at the landscape

— saint.. —

— m? —

— We're going to stay together, aren't we? —

—Of course, even if we go crazy or the world goes crazy, I'll still be there for you. —

They sat and sat and watched the world gradually sink into a white and cold death

Together... Forever

I did it! Hooray. It was a long time, but I tried, I hope someone likes it.

I just wanted to please myself with a little karmaflower story

[in1-nutshell]

Hi again. I’m on a real kick of beast Wars characters as parents.

Can I request Rattrap as a dad?

Because Rattrap would make a few mistakes but he’d love his sparkling to death. I think he would teach them to be sneaky because he’s a spy.

I also think it would be funny if the sparkling were to bite Dinobot, Rattrap would laugh and be like “Heh kid, you and me are gonna get along just fine.”

Hahaha, yeah these requests about the Maximals as parent are fun to write about. Here is our Rat Dad in action.

Hope you enjoy!

Rattrap finding an abandoned Sparkling

SFW, Familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

Beast Wars

The sparklings beast mode is a chameleon.

Rattrap, for all his worth, has the most self-preservation of the entire team. If he finds out that there is danger, he is out of there…unless his moral compass and orders are taken. And if it involves Dinobot then there’s a 50/50 on that.

“Oh, well we tried.”--Rattrap

“Where’s Dinobot?”--Optimus

“…so who’s ready to get back to base?”--Rattrap

“Rattrap…”--Optimus

“Rodent! You tripped me down the stairs!”—Dinobot

He may seem selfish and mean… but he is loyal and stubborn in a good way. Nothing bad is going to happen to his friends on his watch and is not afraid to speak or sass anyone out. It can however backfire with his temper, especially with Dinobot.

Which is where the story begins.

Rattrap had stormed out of the base after yet another argument with Dinobot. This time the wound was still a little sore and he decided to take a walk and maybe do some patrolling before coming back to the base. His team knew that taking some time off was a big deal, especially when he wanted to go out alone during the night. Rattrap never liked doing night patrols, especially alone. But they let him off so he could cool down a bit.

“Stinkin’ mouth… stinkin’ Dinobot…”—Rattrap

Now Rattrap was on one of the patrol trails when he heard something in the air. He quickly hides when he hears crashing and a lot of angry screaming. It sounded like Terrorsaur. But the sound of the Predacon slowly went away, as if he just flew off.

“Now… to look at what made the sound in the dangerous wilderness by yourself without any back up whatsoever. Or go back to base where its warm and safe with Chomperface waiting for you…”--Rattrap

“I must be crazy for doing this. I think I’m hanging out with Cheetor and Silverbolt too much to be doing a stunt like this.”—Rattrap

Rattrap, despite every single hair on his body screaming to get back to the base, decided to check out what made the noise. He found the pod with the hatching opening. Carefully he comes closer and was soon looming over the case and was stunned.

It was a little sparkling, and what it looked like, had scanned a beast mode already.

“What in the name of Cybertron?”--Rattrap

Sneeze

“Yuck!”--Rattrap

Giggling sparkling noises

“Oh, you think that’s funny?”--Rattrap

Laughing sparkling noises

“All right, all right kiddo, let get you out of here.”--Rattrap

“Hey everyone Rattrap’s back!”--Cheetor

Shhh!”--Rattrap

“Rattrap… What’s that?”--Optimus

“Oh well I found this cool looking wrench on the way back—“--Rattrap

“He means the sparkling!”--Dinobot

“Shh! Buddy doesn’t like loud noises too much Scale belly!”--Rattrap

“You already named it?!”--Dinobot

“What part of shh! Don’t you understand Lizard lips!”--Rattrap

Dinobot tried to get the sparkling from out of Rattrap’s grasp to give to Rhinox when they sneezed and disappeared.

“What in Great Aunt Arcee did you do?!”--Rattrap

“I don’t know it just disappeared!”--Dinobot

"Spread out and find them!"--Optimus

After 5 minutes of searching for them again, they were right next to Rattrap the entire time. That was one exciting first impression. The sparkling starts getting raised by everyone on base as no one had time to solely to focus on them with the Predacon’s still attacking.

The sparkling, thanks to their camouflage keeps everyone on edge. Rattrap is the one who manages to get the sparkling and help master their ability of hiding and stealth. Which may not have been the best idea.

“It’s been 20 minutes and still no sign of them!”--Dinobot

“Eh. Don’t worry about it.”—Rattrap

“How are you not worried?”—Silverbolt

“Are you going to call them and think they’ll show up? We’ve been doing that already, its not work—“--Cheetor

“Easy. Buddy time to come out now. Come to Rattrap.”--Rattrap

Buddy appears behind Dinobot’s tail.

“Gah!”--Dinobot

He had an epidemy on parenthood when one day the sparkling went missing for hours after a nasty fight broke out between Rattrap and Dinobot.

“Brontobrains!”--Rattrap

“Cheese lips!”-- Dinobot

“Hey where did Buddy go?”--Cheetor

“What do you mean where is Buddy?”--Rattrap

“They where just here…”--Silverbolt

“Buddy! Buddy come to Rattrap!”--Rattrap

…

“Oh Primus…”--Rattrap

“Sparkling on the loose! Everyone watch your step!”—Silverbolt

Everyone was looking around the base. Looking through every crevice and corner. It seemed as if the sparkling truly had disappeared out of thin air.

“They’re not in the CR Chamber”--Rhinox

“Not in the top cupboards.”--Silverbolt

“Not under the table in the main room.”--Blackarachnia

“Not in their room.”--Tigatron

“Not in any escape pods.”--Airazor

“Not in the weapons room.”--Optimus

“Not in Dinobots room.”—Cheetor

“Not in Rattrap’s room.”—Dinobot

“… outside…”--Rattrap

“What?”--Dinobot

“The hatch is open… Oh Primus they’re outside!”--Rattrap

Everyone was sprinting towards the door and fanned out across the area. Rattrap ended up finding them near the place where they first met.

“Buddy? BUDDY!”--Rattrap

Happy little sparkling noises

“What were you thinking kid?! You could have been kidnapped out here! Or a Pred could have scrapped ya! Do you have any idea how worried—“—Rattrap

The brick of parenthood has struck once again.

He brings them back to the base where everyone comes in surrounding them all making sure they were okay.

The next day he announces that he would be the sparklings permeant guardian. He is full on ready to sass back anyone who opposes the idea. To his surprise Dinobot is the first to congratulate him for taking him so long.

Congratulations Vermin. Maybe now your attitude and smell will go away with the Buddy here.”--Dinobot

“Oh, that’s it you overgrown stinky iguana! Come here!”--Rattrap

Rattrap always keeps the sparkling close by him, blame his paranoia. If he had to go out on patrol, Dinobot is his first pick for babysitting. If he can’t it’s usually between Rhinox or Silverbolt.

He might accidentally give the sparkling some bad influences, but he is trying his best to make sure that they turn out all right. He installs honesty in this little guy down to their core…unless it came to their Uncle Dinobot or any other Predacon.

[itsscromp]

Symbiote Peter with a reader who's scared of him now he's more angry?

Also congrats on completing the game! It's so fun

Symbiote Peter Parker x reader. PT 1

Yes !!!!. Bully Lowenthal was the best thing to grace the video game world this year, He was so captivating and engaging, that I couldn't help but feel bad for Peter when he was acting out in the symbiote's favour. Word count:551

You didn't know about what had happened to Peter until you were on a mission to investigate the damage that lizard has caused when he was heading back to his home in Queens.

"How's it looking y/n ??" He landed next to you but something was different, His suit looked black and gooey.

"Woah... What's with the new set up ??" You looked at his new suit.

"Oh yeah... That's a lot to explain but theirs no time, we need conners to help Harry." He ushered you in to look around.

You noticed He acted really off when he was mumbling to himself when looking around the house and then heard the hunters arriving to find him.

"If Kraven wants a hunt, I'll give him one he'll never forget !!!"

You couldn't help but hear the pure venom dripping from his voice, It was almost disturbing. This wasn't the peter you knew and loved.

The others could see it too. MJ, Miles, Harry and Rio vocally voice their concerns to him only to be quickly shot down by his aggression.

Once Peter went on his latest rant to Rio, Pretty much you were the last one to ask any questions about what happened the night when MJ said he started to sleep walk and brutally attack the hunters.

"Pete... I want you to talk to me.." You swung and landed on a nearby rooftop.

"About what ??!!" He said angrily as his mask disappered.

"Look... I don't know... what's been going on with what the others are saying about you..."

"They don't get it y/n, I'm busting my ass out here trying to save harry and this is the thanks I get from all of you !!"

"Peter... You're scaring me..." You backed up from him.

"Out of all the people who should've been on my side I knew it would be you. But you're going to take their side. ??" He glared at you, striking fear inside.

"This isn't you, This isn't my best friend" You stood tall, trying to gain some ground.

He sort of growled at you, almost animalistic, This really wasn't Peter. At all.

"Peter, what ever you are thinking. I best stop that right now" You got into a fighting position, out of self-defence. You didn't want to hurt peter, not at all. But he was almost giving you no choice as his mask came back on.

"Fine then... Have it your way !!!" He yelled at you as he then began to ensue a fight with you.

You were quick on your toes to dodge his attacks, but it was his symbiotic attacks that was the main issue, He would grab you and then toss you off the building which made you have to swing back and drill kick him.

"Peter stop !!"

"Why, so you can tell me that what I'm doing is wrong ??!!"

It was a long and hard fight, but Peter grabbed you by the neck and slammed you down on the ground, he leant forward to your ear and whispered menacingly.

"I'm the hero here y/n, Not you. Stay out of my way or else..."

He let go and then pursued his hunt for Kraven. You needed to stop him at any cost... He was getting more and more dangerous.

A/N: To be continued in the next part.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[serial-serializednovelreader]

Nova’s Notes - Dracula Daily - June 30th

✨Happy (belated) Shovel Day!!!✨

“These may be the last words I ever write in this diary. I slept till just before the dawn, and when I woke threw myself on my knees, for I determined that if Death came he should find me ready.”

Jonathan is pulling no punches by starting off reminding us that this may be his last day on earth. It’s telling that he woke up just before dawn came up (though I wonder how he slept at all….hmm….). I also love that while he ended his last entry on his knees in despair, he starts this entry on his knees — determined. I wonder if he was going to try to fight Dracula — futile though that may have been, but first wanted to adopt a less aggressive pose to lull him into a false sense of security. Or, perhaps, he actually was just ready for this to be over.

Once morning comes and he realizes he’s safe, he immediately runs to the great door. After all, it was unlocked yesterday, right? Alas!

“With hands that trembled with eagerness, I unhooked the chains and drew back the massive bolts.”

“But the door would not move. Despair seized me. I pulled, and pulled, at the door, and shook it till, massive as it was, it rattled in its casement. I could see the bolt shot. It had been locked after I left the Count.”

It’s not often that we see Jonathan describe himself in detail when he’s in a heightened emotional state. Before, when he found out he was imprisoned, he described his frantic state going door to door. But this time, we see the eagerness of trembling fingers turning to frantic despair. We see him shaking the door until it rattles. And it hurts more than before. Because this was truly the only easy way out. Now what is he to do?

“Then a wild desire took me to obtain that key at any risk, and I determined then and there to scale the wall again and gain the Count's room. He might kill me, but death now seemed the happier choice of evils.”

It’s Lizard Fashion time once again. And he doesn’t even care if he dies facing the Count! He’s willing to confront him head on because at least it’ll be a faster death and he’ll see it coming. With the sisters, he’ll have to wait until nightfall and who knows how long they’ll draw it out? No, this way is better to him, this way he has a choice. And it’s his choice, mind you, not the Count’s. Just another play on that “of your own free will thing”…

He makes his way as before, not really pausing to check his surroundings because:

“I knew now well enough where to find the monster I sought.”

I love this line and I feel it’s worth putting in here because it sounds so raw, so…viscerally angry. Yes, he’s tired of Dracula and willing to die at his hands, but he’s not going down without a fight. And he won’t go down without calling him a monster either.

“There lay the Count, but looking as if his youth had been half renewed, for the white hair and moustache were changed to dark iron-grey; the cheeks were fuller, and the white skin seemed ruby-red underneath; the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran over the chin and neck. Even the deep, burning eyes seemed set amongst swollen flesh, for the lids and pouches underneath were bloated. It seemed as if the whole awful creature were simply gorged with blood. He lay like a filthy leech, exhausted with his repletion.”

So this is what Dracula looks like freshly fed. He must’ve fed a lot too to look this bloated and youthful from one drink. It is very likely he doesn’t have to feed as often as the women — maybe once every two months or so (which would make sense given his time with Jonathan and we haven’t seen him feed at all in that time). It’s notable too that Jonathan feels no symptoms of fatigue or sickness from this feeding — symptoms we will get to with another character. Perhaps it’s because he’s strong and healthy, or maybe he’s ignoring any noticeable symptoms because he’s running high on adrenaline (honestly the more likely option).

As he searches for the key and actually has to feel Dracula up (a horrible experience for Jonathan, I imagine), he looks at the creature to find:

“There was a mocking smile on the bloated face which seemed to drive me mad. This was the being I was helping to transfer to London, where, perhaps, for centuries to come he might, amongst its teeming millions, satiate his lust for blood, and create a new and ever-widening circle of semi-demons to batten on the helpless. The very thought drove me mad.”

Jonathan, ever the unselfish man, is thinking of the bigger picture. He figures this box with Dracula must be going to England and then to the property Jonathan found for him so long ago when this was just a job for him: Carfax. Once again, Dracula’s talk of “your own free will” comes into play here. Unwittingly, Jonathan has given Dracula everything he needs to set up Vampire City in England of his own free will. And while he doesn’t directly say it — I don’t think he can because writing it down would make it real — Mina is in England too. They will not be near each other: Carfax is in Purfleet and Mina is in Exeter (approx. 200 miles away, so that would be about 5 hours by train), but I imagine for Jonathan, this is still too close for comfort. And it’s very likely, as Jonathan figures, that Dracula will use his army of “semi-demons” to not only drink more blood, but expand further and prey on more people. It won’t stop in just one place. And even if Mina were far away and safe from this, it still doesn’t change the fact that this creature will prey on the helpless for longer than Jonathan would ever feasibly live. I’ve noticed that Jonathan never really repeats himself in any one entry, but he’s so angry here that he starts and ends this passage with remarking how Dracula’s facial expression and these previous thoughts are driving him “mad”. He’s being driven past the point of all reason.

“A terrible desire came upon me to rid the world of such a monster. There was no lethal weapon at hand, but I seized a shovel which the workmen had been using to fill the cases, and lifting it high, struck, with the edge downward, at the hateful face. But as I did so the head turned, and the eyes fell full upon me, with all their blaze of basilisk horror. The sight seemed to paralyse me, and the shovel turned in my hand and glanced from the face, merely making a deep gash above the forehead.”

Shovel time!!!!!! It’s a true testament to Jonathan’s strength that even the paralyzing power of Dracula’s stare isn’t enough to stop him completely. Yes, he can’t land a killing blow, but I wonder if anyone who has dared try something like this (I imagine the number is very few) has even managed to land a gash as he does? Judging by the lack of scars on Dracula’s face, I doubt it. But now he has one — a “deep gash” on the forehead. It’s sad that Jonathan calls it “mere” when in reality this a great feat! Though I understand when you go from trying to permanently end someone’s evil reign, only making a glancing hit on their forehead will make it seem that way in comparison. :/

The shovel falls out of his hand onto the box and as he’s picking it up, the “flange” of the shovel (aka, the wide part where you put your foot, according to this blog), catches the lid and it falls. Coincidence? Somehow, I doubt it. That’s a weird happenstance in my opinion; it’s hard for me to imagine the shovel just “happening” to catch the lid. Another trick of Dracula’s? Perhaps. The last he sees of Dracula is a malice-filled grin on a bloated face.

That’s when Jonathan hears the Szgany and the Slovaks coming once more. He runs up to the empty room, determined to try to get down to the great hall where they must be entering from as soon as possible. However, they’re not entering from the door he thought — indeed, they seem to be going down to the passage he was just in…

“I turned to run down again towards the vault, where I might find the new entrance; but at the moment there seemed to come a violent puff of wind, and the door to the winding stair blew to with a shock that set the dust from the lintels flying. When I ran to push it open, I found that it was hopelessly fast. I was again a prisoner, and the net of doom was closing round me more closely.”

Yet again, Jonathan’s hopes are dashed. I wonder if Dracula knew to close the door when Jonathan left the vault, or just shut all the doors when the Szgany and Slovaks got there. Either way, it’s chilling that yet another way — another hope — has been snuffed out. Jonathan isn’t talking of despair anymore, but of doom.

Then Jonathan describes hearing the people work on the great boxes and hearing them leave, going off into the distance. He even notes hearing Dracula’s box be nailed down!! It must be agonizing for him to hear not only people freely coming and going from the castle (which he doesn’t blame them for, of course), but to also hear your captor making his way out of the castle too! Not to mention the knowledge of what will happen once said captor is in England…

I suppose Jonathan could have tried to Lizard Fashion his way back to his room and search for that secret entrance they used to get to the vaults. But who’s to say Dracula didn’t find a way to lock his room as well in that time? He could’ve tried to shout for help, but we saw what happened the last time he did that. Plus, I think Jonathan is so mentally and emotionally exhausted at this point that all he can do is rest for a second and probably write what he’s hearing in the journal.

“I am alone in the castle with those awful women. Faugh! Mina is a woman, and there is nought in common. They are devils of the Pit!”

Jonathan, that is such a beautiful sentiment. Love that he can’t bring up the word “woman” without thinking of his lovely Mina! And yeah, she doesn’t have anything in common with those women — he’s right. I’m sure nothing will change about that in the coming months…*insert Hbomberguy’s “foreshadowing is a literary device in which —“ bit* (I’m sorry, I had to)

He states his intentions to go out in Lizard Fashion one more time, but further, taking the gold from the Count’s room. He’s not going to remain here any longer, waiting for the women to get him. (And I do wonder now if he had been turned into a vampire: would he have had to take care of the women in Dracula’s absence, or are they just allowed to free roam now? Questions to consider…I partially remember the answer, but I won’t spoil)

If he does get out the first thing he’s doing is taking a train (I’m sure he’s not thinking of Mina when he writes that, but I kind of hope he is lol) and getting away from here — “where the devil and his children still walk with earthly feet!” Hardcore line and very true.

“At least God's mercy is better than that of these monsters, and the precipice is steep and high. At its foot a man may sleep—as a man. Good-bye, all! Mina!”

Telling that he brings God up in the next line to contrast what he believes to be the devil’s influence on the land. It’s all he can cling to at this point. Even dying on a cliff is a more peaceful “sleep” than dying (or being turned) by those women. And of course, he will die as himself, not as a creature, though he imitates one with the Lizard Fashion. I wonder too if it would almost be better in his eyes to die on the cliffs; because, if he succeeds, he’s also successfully imitated the monster. But if he dies, well, it’s almost more proof he’s a man. I realize it’s a bit strange to compare these things when obviously he wants to make it back alive, but I do wonder if he struggles at all internally with how well he’s done with imitating the Count’s Lizard Fashion and perhaps he worries — just a tiny bit — if he’s becoming a little less human every time he does it? Irrational as that may seem, I can understand why he would have that struggle if he is indeed having it.

For the second day in a row, he ends the entry by referencing those closest to him and the last word in his diary — which he believes might forever be his last — is Mina. I wonder if he scrawled this in emotion, or wrote it very delicately, hoping for it to be forever preserved. Either way, I am not ok about this.

Good luck on your lizard fashion journey Jonathan, we love you 😭😭😭💔 thanks for gashing up the Count’s forehead before he left!

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Remember when I was doing flufftober? When that was a thing? That's still a thing... I just got a little bit (or a lot) behind on schedule.

So here is Tarlos @flufftober day 10: love of my life

Only a month and a bit late! I still plan on finishing all 31 fics - eventually (at least before the end of the year - hopefully.

The washing machine chronicles (AO3)

Owen's washing machine floods his house and he ends up crashing at the tarloft.

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“I just walked through the door downstairs, I’m waiting for the elevator now.” Carlos told TK who had, for some reason, called him to ask where he was when he knew exactly what time his shift ended and what time that meant he would be home. “Which just got here. Why?”

“No reason. Just missed you today.”

It was their five month wedding anniversary and even though they’d both scheduled the day off so they could celebrate together, a 6AM phone call that morning had ruined their plans.

Carlos’ sergeant had apologised but explained that with several of his co-workers either sick or injured, they really needed him. So he had reluctantly rolled out of bed, put his uniform on, and kissed TK goodbye with a promise to call at lunch.

He suppressed a yawn as the elevator door opened and he stepped out into the hallway and made his way to their door.

Only before he could even think of opening it, the door opened and TK stepped out, sliding it  closed behind himself.

“Hey baby. How was your day? Did you arrest any bad guys?” He slid his arms around Carlos’ waist and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Uh… no not really... Mostly got caught up on paperwork this afternoon. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Can’t I just greet the love of my life when he finally gets home from a hard day’s work?”

Carlos frowned.

“Why do you sound like a 1950s housewife? Are you going to fetch my pipe and slippers next?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just happy to see my husband.”

“You saw me this morning. You know, when we woke up in the same bed. Like every morning.”

“Well… not every morning.” TK argued. “When we’re on opposing schedules sometimes we barely see each other, let alone sleep in the same bed.”

“TK.”

“Yes.”

“What are you hiding in our apartment? Please don’t tell me you lost Lou again.”

“No, no I know exactly where Lou is.”

“Is he in our bed again? You let him sleep on my pillow again, didn’t you?” Carlos sighed.

“No, no, I promise Lou is not in our bed and your pillow is 100% lizard free.”

“Ok then what’s going on? What did you do?”

“What makes you think I did anything?” TK replied, mildly offended, and Carlos just raised an eyebrow at him. “Fine.” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get angry.”

“You’re making me nervous. What happened?”

“Nothing bad. Well… not to us.”

“TK…”

“I know we had a whole night planned and you were probably looking forward to it, and I was too but I couldn’t just do nothing.”

“Ok…”

“My dad’s house flooded.”

“Flooded?”

“The washing machine… flooded half the house. I’m not sure what happened exactly.” TK told him. “But the house is basically unfit to live in for the next few days.”

“Ok… I feel like I’m still missing some information here.”

“Dad texted me earlier to tell me he was going to a hotel and that he’d see me at work tomorrow. So I called him to ask what was going on, and he explained the washing machine disaster.” TK explained. “And I kind of offered him to come stay with us until they’ve dried out the house. I know I should have discussed it with you first but you were at work and I didn’t want dad to go to a hotel and…”

“TK. Take a breath.” Carlos interrupted him and leaned in for a kiss. “It’s fine. Your dad is always welcome at our place. Did you really think I was going to get angry over this?”

“No… but I know you were probably looking forward to some quiet time together tonight after our plans for today fell through.”

Carlos shrugged.

“We have the rest of our lives to enjoy being married to each other, I think we’ll survive having your dad stay with us for a few days.”    

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Of course. It’s not what I had in mind for today, but it’s fine. It’s not like the rest of the day has gone according to plan anyway.”

TK gave him a commiserating look.

“I know. But we’ll make up for it next month. And for our one year anniversary we’re going to Tuscany. For at least two weeks.”

“Really? Do you think you can live without seeing your lizard baby that long?” Carlos teased and TK rolled his eyes.

“Dad and Mateo can look after him. And we can facetime.” He replied. “And he’s our lizard baby. Don’t think you can get out of your parental duties, officer Reyes.” He poked Carlos’ chest for emphasis.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I promise to uphold my duties as a lizard parent.” Carlos said as if he was swearing on a bible in court.

“Just as long as you don’t have to touch or feed him, right?”

“I fed him last week!”

“You dropped a cricket in front of his little cave and told him to deal.”

“Well he did, didn’t he? It’s good to teach kids independence. You baby him.” Carlos said, trying very hard not to laugh. They’d had the same mock argument many a time before and it usually ended in fits of giggles.

“I love him. You’re still scared of him.” TK argued. “And don’t try to deny it. I’m married to a cop, I know all kinds of ways to make you admit the truth.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“I’m not going to share my tactics with you.”

Carlos laughed and in a split second he spun TK around, back to his chest, and pinning his arms to his sides like he was subduing an unruly suspect.

“What was that about sharing tactics?” he said teasingly and dropped a kiss in TK’s neck.

“You using your police training on me is not fair.” TK complained but made no effort to try and get out of Carlos’ grip.

“Really now?”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t use it on innocent civilians.”

“Good thing there are none of those around, then.” Carlos teased.

TK made a sound that was something between a laugh and an indignant huff.

“You’re mean today. Work makes you mean.”

“Unexpected work does.” Carlos corrected him. “Because sometimes when you plan a day of celebrating your wedding anniversary with your very sexy husband… you get called into work to catch up on paperwork, and then when you get home, your father in law is there.”

“I know…” TK sighed, leaning back against Carlos’ chest when he loosened his grip and just wrapped his arms around his waist instead, resting his chin on his shoulder. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Hmm… I’ll look forward to it.”

Suddenly the door to the loft slid open and Owen appeared in the doorway, killing their moment.

“Oh. Sorry to interrupt guys, but I was going to order food. I’m thinking pizza. After the day I’ve had, I need carbs. And cheese.” He announced. “Oh and hi Carlos, welcome home. Sorry to crash your night.”

“It’s fine. You’re always welcome here.”

“Mi casa es su casa, right?” Owen said, seemingly thrilled over using a Spanish phrase in front of Carlos.

“Yeah, something like that.” Carlos smiled before letting go of TK and following them into the house.

After checking Lou was indeed where he should be, and telling TK to just go ahead and order for both of them, Carlos had a quick shower and changed into something more comfortable than his uniform.

He was tired and decided to take out his contacts and wear his glasses instead. In part because he knew TK liked it when he did, but also because he didn’t want to risk falling asleep wearing them again and waking up with sore eyes.

“Hey babe, pizza will be here soon. I ordered the veggie for you and the four cheese for me.” TK greeted him when he walked out of the bedroom.

Carlos nodded.

“Because you couldn’t decide which one you wanted and this way you can have some of both?”

“The perks of having a husband.” TK joked. “Well, one of them.” He added with a wink.

A little while later, the food was delivered and the three of them settled on the sofa for a night in front of the TV.

TK was in charge of the remote, which suited Carlos just fine. It meant he could relax and snuggle up to him while enjoying his food, while TK flicked through the channels roughly twelve times before eventually settling on a sitcom rerun that didn’t require much brainpower to understand.

“For god’s sake TK will you just pick something already?” Owen snapped after TK’s third or fourth round through all of the channels.

“I’m trying! There is nothing.”

“Just leave it at this then. CSI. Everybody likes that.”

“Oh no. No crime shows in this house. This one will keep picking it apart and complain about how they’re doing it wrong.” TK said, nodding at Carlos who just shrugged.

“That’s because they always do.” He argued. “And you’re one to talk. When Louisa mentioned she liked that hospital show, you spent an hour explaining to her all the medical details they got wrong, based on one episode you’d seen.”

“That one episode was really bad!” TK protested and looked at his dad for support but Owen was just looking at them with a wistful smile on his face. “What?”

“You know your mom used to do that too with courtroom scenes in tv shows. She probably still does. God help Enzo if he likes courtroom dramas.” He said with a chuckle. “On one of our first dates we went to see a movie that was popular back then. I don’t even remember what it was… but one of the characters was a lawyer and there were various courtroom scenes and talk about legal stuff.” He smiled. “She ranted about everything that was wrong with those scenes the entire rest of the night. I wanted to get to know her better but she was too busy talking about procedures and how you’re supposed to behave in court. In the end I just kissed her so she would stop talking.”

“Always an effective method.” Carlos commented, grinning at TK.

“I think that’s when I fell in love with her for real. Someone who could get so passionate about legal jargon when she was only a few years out of law school herself. She always had that spark.” Owen said and sighed. “She’s the love of my life. We’re just… too much alike.” He settled on. “Two workaholics together… just doesn’t work.”

“I’m sorry Owen.” Carlos told him.

“No, no, don’t be ridiculous. We had some good years together and something amazing to remind us of that.” He nodded at TK.

“Wait, I’m a something now?”

“Yeah.” Carlos agreed, ignoring TK’s comment. “That is pretty amazing.”

The rest of the night, Owen spent sharing stories about the early days of his and Gwyn’s relationship, as well as some of TK’s childhood.

And even though he loved hearing about little TK, Carlos was ridiculously comfortable in his husband’s arms, and with a full stomach, he was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Babe, just go to bed if you’re tired.” TK ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve had a long day.”

“I’m fine.” Carlos mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning into TK’s touch.

“You’re falling asleep on me.” TK argued and Carlos was vaguely aware of him turning off the TV. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m tired too. I’ll go get you a pillow and a blanket, dad.”

Carlos made himself get up and go brush his teeth while TK helped Owen get set up on the sofa. After he was done he was tempted to just slip into bed and go to sleep but he figured it would be rude not to at least say a quick goodnight.

“You know where everything is…” TK trailed off, smiling when Carlos hugged him from behind and sleepily told him to come to bed. “Just help yourself if you want anything.”

“I’m good. Good night guys.” Owen said, fluffing up his pillow. “Just pretend I’m not here. Do what you always do. I’ve got earplugs.” He held up the items. “Buttercup snores.”

TK rolled his eyes.

“Good night dad.”

“Good night Owen.” Carlos said and gently pulled TK into the bedroom and closed the doors behind them.

He got into bed and got comfortable under the covers while TK plugged in his phone and turned off the lights.

“Good night babe.” He mumbled when he felt the mattress dip beside him and TK wrapping his arms around him.

“Hmm yeah it could be.” TK pressed closer to Carlos, peppering kisses over his neck and chest while playing with the waistband of his sweats.

“What are you doing? TK, no.” Carlos bat his hands away. Suddenly he was wide awake.

“Why not? It’s our anniversary.”

“I know. But your dad is right there outside this door.”

“So? You heard him, he has earplugs.” TK’s hands slipped back under Carlos’ sleep shirt.

“TK, don’t.” Carlos pushed his hands away again and moved away from him as far as their mattress allowed him to. “It feels wrong. Disrespectful.”

“Disrespectful?” TK repeated. “Are you for real? He’s a guest in our house.”

“Exactly!” Carlos hissed. “I love you but I just can’t do this now. Not with your dad 10 feet away.”

“I think it’s a little more than 10 feet.” TK muttered, clearly unhappy with the situation.

“I’ll call Ana tomorrow. Diego will know a guy to help with your dad’s house. And washing machine.” Carlos promised, taking TK’s hand and rubbing his thumb over his wedding band. “Between my mom and Diego, I don’t think there’s anyone left in Austin they don’t know. We’ll fix it.”

TK huffed and rolled onto his back.

“Cockblocked by a washing machine.”

The next morning when Carlos woke up, TK had already gotten up. He took a few minutes to psych himself up, grateful for the late start his captain had offered him, and went in search of his husband.

He found TK and Owen sitting at the dining table, both cradling a mug and looking serious. When TK noticed him, his expression changed into a soft smile.

“Morning baby.” He tilted his head up for a kiss and Carlos was more than happy to oblige. “I was just telling dad about the arrangements we made.”

“Arrangements?”

“Yeah, with your parents.”

“Look, guys, if I’m getting in your way, I’ll just go to a hotel for a few days.” Owen told them. “My shift starts in an hour so I have to get going soon but I’ll find somewhere to stay for tonight. It’s fine.”

“Nonsense.” Carlos said immediately. “You’re always welcome here.”

“We just thought you’d be more comfortable staying with Gabriel and Andrea. They have actual spare rooms. With actual beds. Our sofa is comfy, but not that comfy.” TK added.

“I slept fine last night.” Owen argued. “This sofa beats the firehouse bunks any day.”

“I already talked to Andrea. She’s expecting you after your shift tonight.” TK told him, getting up from the table, handing him his bag and steering him to the door. “And Carlos will call Ana’s husband to work something out for the house, and you’ll be back in your own bed in no time.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” Owen said, amused.

“Of course not. Bye dad. We’ll let you know when we’ve figured something out for the house.” TK pushed him out the door and quickly closed it behind him before turning to Carlos. “When does your shift start?”

“Not until noon. Kendrick gave me a half shift to make up for calling me in yesterday.”

“Ok. Noon. I can work with that.” TK glanced at the clock and walked into their bedroom.

“I can work with that?” Carlos snorted. “And they say romance is dead.” He followed TK into the bedroom and saw him sitting down on Carlos’ side of the bed, his phone in hand. “Babe? What are you doing?”

TK held up a hand to signal to him to keep quiet.

“Hi, this is TK Reyes, Carlos Reyes’ husband. I just wanted to let you know he’s not coming in today. He’s got food poisoning. It’s not pretty. We think it was last night’s sushi.” He paused to listen to the other person’s reply. “Yeah that’s right, 363H20. Sergeant Kendrick, yes.” Another pause. “Alright thank you very much. Yeah I’ll tell him. Bye.” TK hung up and threw Carlos’ phone back on the nightstand. “Looks like you just got the day off.”

“Did you just fake me being sick?”

TK shrugged.

“Why not? It’s no big deal. You’ll just have miraculously recovered by tomorrow.”

Carlos shook his head in disbelief.

“You just lied to a police officer.”

“They can’t prove anything.” TK said, pulling Carlos down onto the bed with him, pushing him onto his back and slinging a leg over his while slipping a hand around his waist under his shirt. “I just want my husband to myself for one day so we can celebrate our wedding anniversary in style.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Carlos’ lips before moving to his neck. “The city of Austin can just deal.”

“And what do I tell people when I show up for work tomorrow and everything is fine?”

“Just tell them... You spent the whole day in bed and that thanks to your loving paramedic husband, you're feeling much better.” TK grinned and kissed him again. “And I know you hate lying so we better make sure it's the truth.”

[artzzyb00-27]

{❤️Brotherly Advice❤️}

Mona Lisa/Y'Gythgba is here!

Y'Gythgba. His Mona Lisa. The most beautiful and strongest woman Raph's ever met. Well lizard lady, but his opinion still stands. Despite her scaled features, Y'Gythgba has been one of the sweetest souls he and his brothers have had the pleasure of working with.

Surprisingly enough, basing their initial opinions on an alien ship that landed in the water of the Hudson without people suspecting anything. When Donnie's UFO detectors went coocoo over a giant Star Trek looking navigating system, they all immediately panicked thinking it was another Krang attack. Turns out the Salamandrians were only there to retrieve an old artifact left by there ancestors on midgard while it was still in it's early stages of evolution.

Unaware of the fact that the turtles were friends and not foes a battle broke out. Specifically between the commander and his right hand. Their advanced spears and knives surprised the brothers but they were to hold their own. For about 8 minutes. Y'Gythgba came in and swept through the quartet and dazzled the second oldest. Her style of fighting resembled Tai Chi and Kung Fu mixed together.

Efficiently sweeping the red-clad turtle off his feet. Literally and poetically. After explanations rang out she pulled them up off the floor despite the height differences and apologized profusely.

"It's alright."

"Don't worry about, I respect a well trained fighter."

"No worries girl, I'll gladly get my ass kicked by a pretty girl."

"........" The brothers turned to look at Raph who was looking,... shy?

Gaining weird expressions Y'Gythgba thought Raph was angry at her still and went up to him.

"I really am sorry, I wouldn't have attacked on impulse if I knew you were on my people's side and would get upset about it." Shit. His heart sped up. By a lot. Panicking he quickly shot down her thought process.

"No, no no no! I'm not upset! I'm actually impressed you're really strong and kick ass!" Okay now Donnie thinks he's having a stroke. Cause how the hell did Raph get his ass handed to him by someone who's a whole smaller than him(he's 7,1) and not get embarrassed when she used her tail to lift him up like a 5 pound weight.

After reassuring that they weren't here to take over Earth, the turtles returned to their home and began questioning their brother.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"What?"

"The way you got all shell-shy with that lizard lady?" Leave it to Mikey to bombshell everything. This time though, Leo would let it slide, especially when his little brother seemed to gained a puppy crush after years. The only ones they've had were on celebrities. Men and women.

"What? She's awesome. I wanna take her to Tom's, sue me." Raph gained a nervous smile but was lost in thought. Leo smirked, he's got it bad.

"Wow, you've really got a crush on this Salamandra hottie?" Raph semi-glared at his little brother who through himself on his brother with an arm over his shoulders. Whilst Donnie smacked him on the back of the head for his brother. But continued on from the comment.

"I'll admit I'm surprised she's your type. She's smaller, stronger, and a more efficient fighter than any of us." Nodding in slight agreement, Leo thought about it a little. He didn't expect Raph to like a girl Y'Gythgba. He expected someone more cutesy and human. That is till-

"Exactly! What a woman." Yup. He's gone. Well, if it was going to continue, he wanted Raph to actually know what he was doing before hand.

"Well if you want any advice-"

"Please! You and bunny boy are going strong, no? You two can help-, no offence guys." The other two siblings shrugged and walked off to do something around the lair. Mikey probably went to go find Splinter and Donnie to work on an unfinished project. Rolling his eyes, leader in blue thought fondly  of his small boyfriend. They'd been going strong for about a year and a half. So Leo became the Sudo for his younger brothers on how functional relationships work.

"Alright hold up, lemme call him." Pulling out his phone, Leo smiled into the call and asked his lover to come over. Raph found himself smiling too. Thinking it must feel nice to have someone be your outer-soul. Raph didn't like "other-half". To him personally, he was already whole, he's just adding some sprinkles to the perfect milkshake.

Ten minutes later, Usagi sped into the lair and threw himself at Leo who caught him and spun him around. Clearing his throat Raph turned their attention to him.

"Cute, but can we get back to my problem please?" Rolling their eyes they all went into Leo's room and closed the door for privacy.

"So what do you want to know?"

"Well I know how you got together, I was there." The pair smiled at the memory. These sick fucks. "But I want to know if you had plans to confess differently."

Thinking for a bit Usagi shook his head and turned to Leo. Sighing he started talking pulling Usagi closer.

"I wanted to ask him in place important to us. So first things first, form a platonic bond first. And not just one that's on and off talking. One where she becomes one of your best friends. That'll be easy seeing as you don't have many other friends to begin with." If he could, he would flip of Leo.

Usagi got the message somehow and pinched Leos' side with a smug look.

"If I hadn't been caught rambling about how hard I fell for this guy then I probably would've shown him somewhere that's important to me and confessed their. Like my hidey hole. Only Leo and Uki know where it is." That's why Leo turned off his location sometimes. Gross.

Thinking it over, Raph decided the next time he had the chance he would ask if Y'Gythgba wanted a T-phone to communicate with all of them easier. With the side intention of speaking one-on-one. Even better because the could set up private meetings easier without scouring the Hudson for an invisible ship.

So that's what he did. At least what he tried to do. When he found the ship he Y'Gythgba sitting on the edge of the ship looking out to the city. Piulling off some ninja moves(totally not to impress her) he landed next to her and sat down.

"Hi."

"Hello." She smiled. Ralph could only gaze into her eyes slightly. They were cognac brown and she had weirdly shaped pupils, but for some reason he found it cute. Made her more interesting to him.

"How you liking Earth so far?"

"It's beautiful, although I wish we didn't have to hide from most of the population."

"I hear you. Me and my brothers have to stay hidden to protect them. Sucks that they don't even know it's us and not the people who are supposed to defend them."

Tilting her head in confusion and thought she spoke again.

"That doesn't seem fair. You risk your lives for a civilization that doesn't even appreciate you."

Ralph chuckled softly. It was nice for someone other than him to be frustrated by the fact that, yeah, they risked their necks for people that would scream at the mere touch of them.

"It's not that bad. At least we get to pull pranks on people sometimes."

"Pranks?"

Light bulb. He knew how he could bond with her and show her how to relax Earth style. May Loki have mercy on Donnie's lab experiments.

[boombrothersasks]

Just caught up... So Scourge, since we're on your world now, is there any Amy wanting to crush you with her hammer? How would she feel about two hedgehogs that look a lot like you but blue?

"My world...? I mean, yeah, ya could say this world does belong to me. Good on you for acknowledging that, I guess. But don't summon her. She's the bossiest and craziest there ever was, I'm telling ya..."

"...Hold on. TWO BLUE FAKES?!?! WHAT D'YOU MEAN TWO?!" Scourge began shouting again.

"We're having the same problem on that one man." Sonic cut in, still sounding deadpan.

"You know where this guy is?"

"That's for me to know, and you to get irrationally angry over for some reason."

"CAN WE JUST BLOW HIM UP ALREADY!?' Someone who looked weirdly like the Knuckles Sonic knew shouted within the group of people surrounding him. "He talks too much. Getting on my nerves. He's worse than Scourge."

"Excuse-"

"Let's just crush. EVERYONE. For good measure!!"

"She's here. That's great. See what ya did?" Scourge grumbled.

"SCOURGE THE HEDGEHOG, RULER OF THIS DIMENSION, I'VE COME TO FIND AND TO CHALLENGE YOU-"

All eyes were on him and Metal after they stood. Including Sonic's.

"Eclipse when I tell you this was the worst possible time..." the blue hedgehog muttered.

"ITS A LIZARD THINGGGGGG," the Amy counterpart already had her hammer at the ready. "KILL IT."

"Is that any way to treat your new ruler of worlds and dimensions beyond all comprehension?"

[albaqae]

OH MY GOD I FINALLY WATCHED MUTANT MAYHEM AND DJJSAJJSNSNFHXJDJ

queue the ramble :) (also yes spoilers)

I’m so so happy being able to take off mutant mayhem filters NOW I CAN BASK IN THE FANART YES YESBEYYEYSYSYSYSA

Ok so like I pulled up right and I knew it was gon be GOOD, but IT WAS GOODER THAT GOOD???? After I watched rise I was like mkmk yea there’s NO WAY they can make them more teenager-y But they Did.

My friend my love told me that they told the VA to change the script if they wanted to and if they thought it was more relevant and honestly? BEST DECISION EVER

U can feel however u want abt the movie but I will Fight You about the relevancy of it so bad, like something that media tends to focus on capturing is the Present, the feeling of the very moment “insert thing” happens, and the relevancy of certain situations in certain times. It’s the very reason why nostalgia hits so hard, because it is capturing the feeling of being right there in that moment, and so effortlessly

That’s what I felt watching the movie, THEY LITERALLT SAID RIZZ AND SUS, and I never in my LIFE thought I’d hear that in an ACTUAL OFFICIAL MOVIE, I just KNOW history scholars are gonna psycho analyze every reference they make

ALSO I ADORE SPLINTER SO SO SO MUCHANJAJASJKEKNX, I love seeing just-became-a-father splinter it’s AKJSNDNX. I really really love the angle they took with him, and him seeing himself reflected in superfly and how being so strict hurts his kids because it doesn’t let them explore options or themselves fully, even if he really does think he’s right

ALSO HIM AND SCUMBAG AKAJNSNSNX IT WAS SO CUTEEEE IT KILLED MEEE

AND OH GOD near the end when superfly had the turtles and was abt to like snap them and I saw the broken shells I, no kidding, screamed. THE AMOUNT OF ANGST IVE CONSUMED THAT HAS HAD BROKEN SHELLS AS ONE OF ITS MAIN PLOTS AOQJJWNSNX, it was WILDDD having it canon ngl

Overall all the characters, like every single one, felt so fleshed out and real, it was genuinely so refreshing. I love how media now focuses on capturing raw human states instead of the heavily filtered beauty standard that our societies have for so long clung to. I think future generations being able to see that will really heal some of the damage being “chronically online” can cause

April had SUCH GOOD STYLE and I loved her :) because the plot was so heavy I almost expected a lot of the characters to not have an arc at all, so I was real surprised when splinter and April realized what they did was hurting ppl. The writers were REAL good at keep the plot semi-un-crowded despite how much was going on

Again, THE HUMOR WAS SO SO PRESENT DAY AKAJWJENNX

I loved Raph LIKE ALWAYS and how they made him an angry mf w/o making it against his brothers, and just making it as just how he is, I thought it was so nice to have an iteration where he keeps his spark without making it harmful to those he cares abt (his outfit at the end was so very fire it was my fav)

Mikey was so so sweet, I love whenever he’s both a goofy goober but also one of the most empathetic ones, the hope and kindness in his eyes <33

DONNIE WAS SO RADDDD, the VA did SUCH a good job, he has my fav voice and overall he was so cool in character too, freaking out abt the attack on titan doodle was so me and I love seeing a representation of what non-toxic fandom looks like that wasn’t seen as a problem or as meant to be looked down on, bro just loves k-pop and anime!!!

Leo was AMAZINFGGGT, they kept his leader persona and his want to take responsibility and decency without making him an ass !!! And for someone who grew up with 2012 Leo that’s something I was REALLY at awe at

It’s also the first turtle x human ship i don’t hate, they didn’t make Leo be CREEPY ASF LIKE W 2012 DONNIE, but he was still a hormonal teenager having a real crush and they were still friends

I also loved lizard dude

Superfly character was so rad too, the way he spoke and carried himself was really interesting to look at and I thought it was so cool, I love villains that have actual stories, AND BABY HIM WAS SO CUTEEEEE, wish we got more sibling content on him and his crew tho, but that’s very me nitpicking

Splinter cracking his back remind me of “BUMBUMBUM BUM BUM BUM!”

I love when tmnt doesn’t do orientalism :))) it’s very hard to avoid in iterations cause of the very foundation of tmnt, but I take it as a major W whenever we get a decent story(USUALLY AMAZING STORIES) that doesn’t rely on “oooohhhh mystery ninja stuff ooooooo” to make a compelling “aesthetic”

I also loved how Baxter stockman looked, and the turtle tots, the animation was OUT OF THIS WORLDDD, I rlly love how, as artists, we accept more diverse styles rather than just sticking to realism being the standard, because it allows for stuff like this to happen!!! And the scribbles added so much to the world ownqnnsndndjxjx I’ll rewatch it over and over again just for the art style

And also when Leo call himself leon IT MADE ME SO HAPPY BC LIKE LEO IN RISE LIKES LEON TOO IT FELT LIKE A WINK WINK SKSNSNWNMSND not sure if it was tho but it was me giggling and kicking my feet

The plot itself was so good too in the way that it applies to more than mutants, the seeking of acceptance is something really really relatable in so many contexts: neurodivergence, queerness, immigration, and so so so much more????? It’s one of my fav things of most tmnt iterations, its themes carry on to other contexts, not just to the specific story being told. This is what leads it to being so attractive to so many audiences

The music was very atsv and I thought it was so rad, it’s always nice to watch a movie that has that kinda soundtrack, especially in urban settings it’s a lot more fitting than an orchestra (sometimes, or at least I think)

By the time me movie was over with the BADASS SHREDDER APPEARANCE I lost control of my body and was just happy stimming violently and my friends just kinda 🧍‍♂️ at me, and they got the same rant u just read but even more messy, if that’s possible

I’m proud to have mutant mayhem as an official tmnt iteration, and I’m proud of the work that’s been done, and I hope to in the future maybe somehow contribute to a version too!!

I didn’t revise this, and it’s very messy, and I doubt I’ll go back and fix it, but it’s just beginning thoughts :D if you actually read this far thank you and I love you

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Hcs about Vanessa and the prince to give them more life

(Some were already been said)

- between Vanessa and the prince, the prince had a worse temper than her.

- the prince also didn't have a lot of patience

- the prince DID have an ego just like snatcher, he just knew how to hide it well.

- Vanessa was a very outgoing person

- the prince was a nerd.

- Vanessa's laugh is quiet (not anymore.), the prince's loud.

- vanessa favorite color is red. The prince is purple.

- the prince is the one making jokes, Vanessa is the one laughing at them.

- the prince can't cook no matter how hard he tries.

- the prince likes horror and yellow books, Vanessa likes romance books.

- the prince is a cat person, Vanessa is a dog person.

- the prince and Vanessa always went to the beach for summer, and enjoyed their vacation together.

- the prince is a prankster, no one is safe in the manor.

- the kitchen isn't safe, the queen can't stop baking cookies!

- the prince does not talk all fancy inside the manor, he talks to maids and butlers like you're his bestie. Like with hat kid! It's when he's in public is that he puts the fancy role.

- there's this one particular butler who has been taking care of Vanessa since she was a child.

- the prince also has a butler who knows him since he was a child, and he of course took him and brought him with him in the manor in subcon.

- the prince kept stealing Vanessa crowns and wear them just because he could, he liked pranking her like that.

- the prince voice did not change when he died, it just got more echoey.

- vanessa can't walk on heels, the prince can.

- whenever Vanessa is angry, she is loud. Unlike normally where she's rather quiet.

The prince instead gets passive aggressive. But also loud.

- unlike his laugh, the prince normal tone is quiet, just like Vanessa's.

- Vanessa used to stress eat. or when she cried she always had food in her room to eat.

Sometimes when the prince would check up on her, he would take some of the food.

- the prince is an insomniac.

- and the prince is also not a morning person.

- Vanessa is a morning person and uses the fact that the prince always wakes up later than her to do her make-up, hair, and dress and be always ready whenever he wakes up.

- one time the prince slept so good that he woke up sweating, drooling and so disoriented he forgot Vanessa was there and got scared.

- Vanessa is a cleaning freak.

- Vanessa and the prince have a room of their own, they just like sleeping together sometimes. (And I mean only sometimes because the prince is always awake until 3am and Vanessa snores.)

- the prince is that type of guy who enjoys a lot fried things, and HAS to put barbeque sauce in it.

Vanessa is a big sweets and candy lover instead.

- in the end, they were really just young adults in charge (from 17-20 in my hc) so it's obvious they weren't the most serious people in the world or were super good at this, but they tried their best.

- the prince is the one who picks up random lizards and gets covered in mud, Vanessa is the one who is scared of lizards.

[quaintnecromancer]

NEED MORE INFO ON DANTE !!!!!

Headcanon Time | @runyou-clever-boy

Dante definitely has his dad’s eyes!

Actually, he looks a lot more like Jett than his mom, though his skin is a bit lighter.

Jett taught him both English and Italian when he was first learning to talk, and begged Uncle Darius to teach them both Arabic throughout this stage as well. He didn’t want Dante to grow up missing that part of his heritage like he did.

There was no conscious effort to hide magic from Dante, but Jett didn’t force it on him, either. This did lead to Dante briefly believing that every kid he knew who had imaginary friends were actually talking to spirits like his dad. His kindergarten teacher was not amused to find half her class convinced that they were necromancers, and the other half terrified of their own imaginations. Longest parent/teacher conference Jett’s ever had. He even had to clear things up at a school assembly to reassure all the other parents that their children were not, in fact, mediums playing tea party with dead folks!

Dante hasn’t started practicing magic yet, but he has learned a few easy cantrips just from watching his dad. In fact, when he’s mad at Jett, he magically turns the light off in whatever room Jett’s in, though he’s starting to grow out of that phase due to Uncle Darius explaining that it could lead to someone getting hurt. Jett’s quick to turn the lights back on, of course, and honestly thinks it’s cute that his son is so expressive with what little magic he’s learned.

Jett’s never laid a hand on Dante in anger, and he never will. Instead, his punishments vary from timeouts to cleaning up whatever messes he makes (within reason). For instance, if Dante throws a tantrum and scatters his toys all over his room, he has to put them all back before he can leave it again. This is almost always followed by a chat about what led up to the tantrum. Nothing too fancy, just a lot of Jett asking why. If Dante doesn’t know how to verbalize it, that’s okay. That’s not to say that Jett doesn’t ever get angry or upset with his son! He’s a very anxious person, and Dante is very good at getting on his last nerve, to the point where Jett has to just walk away sometimes. Not for too long, just to take a short breather.

Jett stopped smoking after Dante was born because he didn’t want the kid growing up with lung problems. He still takes gummies to help him sleep, but keeps them hidden in a secret cabinet in his closet that’s too high for children to reach and warded to hell and back.

As a result of the lack of weed in his life, and the stress of single parenthood, Jett’s become a bit more high strung. He is petrified of becoming like either of his parents, which has led to occasional panic attacks, none of which Dante has witnessed. Yet. Perhaps when he gets older, Jett will explain why he has to disappear into his room for a few hours every other month or so, but he doesn’t want to put that on the kid right now. Darius wants him to start seeing a therapist, but he doesn’t think he has the time between work, school, and raising Dante.

On a lighter note, Dante does share Jett’s love of history! He’s at the age where reading is everything, and he’s always eager to tell his dad and great-uncle what new books he’s brought home from the school library! Often times while Jett’s working on lesson plans for the week, and Darius is doing research for his next book, Dante will just sit with them and either read or ask questions. They both love it! His curiosity is the light of their lives, and usually ends up helping Jett practice giving his lessons. Granted, his seven-year-old has a lot more questions than a gaggle of teenagers, but at least he always comes to class prepared.

This is probably why Dante’s reading level is way higher than that of his classmates. He will probably end up skipping a grade!

Dante loves dinosaurs, dragons, and anything remotely reptilian! In fact, he keeps bringing lizards and geckos into the house, which Jett is sort of okay with because they eat bugs. He almost had a heart attack when he found a “pet” garden snake in the bathtub, though! They had a lengthy discussion about leaving wild animals outside after that.

This is Dante’s first year in choir! He really likes it, and Jett helps him practice at home if he’s not busy.

[undertale-writing-times]

Can I have a SFW Alphabet of Fellswap Gold Sans?

Of course! Thank you for asking.

A is for Affection

how affectionate are they?

Very :)

how do they show affection?

Mostly checking up on you whenever he gets the chance to. He worries about you and wants to make sure that you're alright.

B is for Best friend

what would they be like as a best friend?

Having him as a best friend, you often see him only in his best. He doesn’t talk about any problems or issues. 

how would the friendship start?

No idea, dude. 

D is for Domestic

do they want to settle down?

He does! He thinks that it would be a lot of fun to get married and settle into a nice house. 

how are they at cooking and cleaning?

He’s alright at cooking, hard to do sometimes with the whole blind thing.

E is for Ending

if they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it?

Face to face. He dislikes people who do it over the phone.

why would they do it?'

There are a lot of reasons on why he would break up with his partner. Most likely just it wasn't working and he knew that it wasn't fun for either of them.

F is for Fiancé(e)

how do they feel about commitment?

As said before, I think he would love to get married.

how quick would they want to get married?

It would take him a while to feel the want, but not as long as you might be thinking.

G is for Gentle

how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

He is very gentle when he wants to be. He's sweet, kind, and dislikes fighting but he will if forced.

J is for Jealousy

how jealous do they get?

He doesn't ever seem to get jealous

L is for Little ones

how are they around children?

He's good with children but has a hard time keeping track of too many of them at once.

M is for Morning

how are mornings spent with them?

Trying to wake him up haha he's a very heavy sleeper.

N is for Night

how are nights spent with them?

The two of you getting ready for bed, and talking. Wolf most likely bugging you both cause he doesn't want to go to bed yet.

O is for Open

when would they start revealing things about themselves?

It would... take a while.

do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

He would take a bit to reveal everything, and it would be little by little.

P is for Patience

how easily angered are they?

He tries to not be angry, anger doesn't help anything.

Q is for Quizzes

how much would they remember about you?

He remembers a creepily lot of stuff. It's like he never forgets anything that you tell him...

R is for Remember

what is their favorite moment in your relationship?

One time someone was trying to make fun of him for not being able to see, and you helped by telling the guy to leave him alone. He thought it was sweet, even though he could handle it himself.

S is for Security

how (over)protective are they?

He's fairly sure that you could handle yourself, and if you can't, then he'll protect you but he only does it if you really need help.

how would they like to be protected?

He normally dislikes being protected but... he does like you standing up for him at times. He thinks that it's cute.

T is for Try

how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?

Quite a bit! He wants you to be happy

U is for Ugly

what would be some bad habits of theirs?

He hates to ask for help.

V is for Vanity

how concerned are they with their looks?

Not... not very at all -w-'

W is for Whole

would they feel incomplete without you?

Hmm no, I don't think he would. He loves you, but he knows that he's himself.

X is for Xtra

(a) random headcanon(s) for them

He doesn't trust any lizards and or lizard monsters.

Y is for Yuck

what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?

I don't think he would like someone that wants to always be the hero or blah blah blah

Z is for Zzz

what are some sleep habits of theirs?

Hard to tell when he's asleep since his eyes are always closed.

[justaz]

wait no ive been thinking more on my merlin x ouat crossover post.

merlin was angry after arthur’s death. he was enraged. he was fed lies from the beginning, was told of a future golden age that was never to come. that damn lizard lied to him and manipulated him to get what he wanted - the destruction of the pendragon line. revenge for killing his kind and chaining him up for decades. the druids revered him and knew of his destiny but never once warned him of what was to come. he had shouldered the weight, the burden, of fate and prophecies and destiny only for it to be for NOTHING in the end. merlin is angry and punishes…everyone. himself included. kilgharrah was right about one thing: he IS magic. he pulls the magic from the world and contains it, keeps it from interfering with humanity. no more sorcerers, no more prophecies, no more destiny. a world without magic. except merlin.

(a LOT more under the cut)

merlin feels the disturbance in the force and makes his way on into storybrooke. its magic unlike his, magic from another realm. just walking through the boundary makes him feel ill but perhaps that was from the rush of unnatural magic coursing through his body. his bottomless well of magic consumes the odd magic and he can feel new spells and enchantments and powers buzz under his skin but he ignores it. he knows the town is some kind of curse, dark magic that sticks to his skin and makes him feel dirty.

merlin pops into town in the beginning so neither regina nor gold notice his presence. he keeps up appearances as an old homeless guy and observes the odd small town in maine. he watches the people not age, the children not move up a grade. he watches as they seem to reset every day to relive the same 24 hours again and again and again. the mayor, regina, seems to be the only one who can move freely/break free of the monotony. the pawn shop owner can also move freely but he for some reason likes to keep up appearances and takes the steps and says the words he’s meant to. merlin cant say much or judge since he’s doing the same.

it takes regina a little over 18 years to crack from the routine and one day acquires a baby. oddly enough, the baby grows, he ages, he is not stuck on loop like the rest of the town. merlin is intrigued and keeps a close eye on the child, the boy, henry. henry becomes aware of the peculiarity of storybrooke at age eight when once again his friends from second grade don’t move up with him to third. the boy is desperate for answers and regina, desperate to keep up appearances and the curse from falling apart, sticks him in therapy. Merlin listens in on regina's subsequent conversation with gold and pieces the entire picture together. he had been wondering and wanted to get rid of the odd magic from his realm and free the people, but no one outside of storybrooke had noticed the appearance of a new town and the people weren't being hurt or aging so they weren't missing anything - so sue him for not being in much of a rush to fix anything. besides, eighteen years is nothing to an immortal. (besides times two, the curse has a timer on it, it seems like it'll resolve itself soon.)

they had come from the enchanted forest, a realm which few humans have been able to see into, real events they had turned into fairy tales and published for the world to read. merlin understood. henry doesn't. he's desperate for answers and the people around him treat him like a child, which he is but it doesn't make it okay. he knows something is wrong. why don't people see it?

henry plops down next to merlin one day. they sit in silence for a bit before henry starts speaking. he doesn't expect much from the old homeless man, but at least he won't judge henry the way henry's friends and family do. they look at him like he's crazy. he's not crazy. and if he is...then the old man probably won't judge him. he talks about what he's learned, how he feels, and wonders what he's supposed to do. merlin turns to look at the boy and shares his sentiment, though not aloud. regina finds him all too soon and henry is pulled away, but he did find comfort in letting everything out without fear of judgement or disreguard.

henry keeps going back. he keeps sitting next to merlin and ranting. merlin lets him. he finds it nice to speak to someone, though henry is doing all the talking, and having another mind to bounce ideas off of, though again henry is doing all the talking but his ideas are different than merlin's and they're nice to hear. it takes a while, close to a year, before henry realizes that merlin is never in the same spot from day to day, that he doesn't reset like everyone else. henry is so excited to finally have someone else in town like him, though not like his mom who keeps insisting that henry is just a child with a wild imagination.

henry looks at merlin like he would have the answers. which he does. but can merlin place that on this little boy's shoulders? he looks at his wide brown eyes, his childlike wonder, his glistening hope and knows he can't. sure, he would know the truth, but was the truth worth knowing? merlin was told the truth when he was twice henry's age, and look how that turned out. henry seems disappointed but not deterred. he seems to make it his mission to find the old man not bound by the strange rules of the town.

it takes another year before merlin feels the odd magic of the cursed town pulse around them and he knows it's time. he follows the magic at night to a well in the forest and finds a story book placed there. he flips through it and finds all their stories, how they ended up there, and reads through it. a day passes before he's finished and has to sit and process. in the end, he decided to give the book to henry when he seeks the old man out again the following day. henry was the only one besides him who seemed aware of the oddity of the town, maybe not the curse specifically but still, who also wanted to change it. plus, his own natural magic seemed to be pushing him towards the little boy for a reason - perhaps because he was of merlin's realm.

regardless, henry accepts the book as truth easily. of course he did. he was a kid desperate for answers and willing to accept anything, no matter how strange, for answers. he seemed to take the fact that it was the old man who handed him the book as a sign that the old man would be his guide of mentor. merlin tries to resist, he's not someone to look up to or to admire or to go to for answers, but henry is relentless and finally merlin folds. he helps out where he can, finally speaks to the boy, which they both seem just as surprised by, and gives him the vaguest answers possible in hopes that it would give him a spark of an idea because merlin is just as lost as him if not more.

merlin guiding henry to finding a way to break the curse, mirroring the disney version, the sword in the stone version, of merlin and arthur's story. not to say that henry is arthur reincarnated but like...did we ever get a story of merlin and arthur that wasn't the camelot plot?? like small child guided by older mentor? i can't remember. it's been so long since i've watched ouat.

anyways, after everything is said and done and the curse is broken, merlin is like "ugh finally, now i can go home and wait for my husband to return from war" but henry grabs his hand and gives him his kicked puppy look like "what? you're leaving?? i thought you loved me grandpa :(" and merlin is just like "...fuck. if i'm gonna be helping you guys, i'm not doing it with arthritis." and shifts into his younger form to go along with all their batshit crazy shenanigans while henry is just in the back like "my grandpa is actually my dad :O"

[standinghereirealized]

I love your art so much! It's amazing! Can I ask for some of your Xiaolin Showdown headcanons? Especially any you have about Omi and Chase!

Anon you can’t just say you love me in secret like that! Sending u a lot of love too 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

And here a some of my HCs, they’re a bit all over the place so I’m really sorry some of them don’t really make sense:

-Omi isn’t well like by cute or domestic animals, but for some unknown reason, insects, predators, or eldritch beings, etc, adore him. Like, if he ever get himself into a dangerous situation with one of them, they’ll actually tried to befriend or play with him before attacking him. There’s nothing Omi can do bout this. Oh and he’s really popular with the big lizards too. You can drop him in a dent of komodo dragons and they’ll let him play frishbee with them.

-One of the reasons why Kimiko like hugging Omi so much is because she saw how the old monks at the temple treat him, and she was having none of that. Omi deserve more than that and she’ll make sure of it.

-Kimiko and Jack are best friends on some tech nerds forum and neither of them know about this.

-Every time Rai see Wuya again, he couldn’t help but wonder what she’ll say. Seething anger, or lies, or taunting, but there was nothing. He definitely didn’t feel disappointed or bitter, not at all.

-Wuya sometime cast a secret glance at Rai when no one’s looking. But that’s it.

-Rai may seems like the one who’s ready to throw hands with Chase the most, but among them it’s actually Clay who’s ready to go down. He’ll always prioritize protecting his friends first, but if Chase ever cross the line and hurt Omi then Clay will make sure with everything he had that Chase will regret it.

-Chase actually plan to make Jermaine a fallen warrior, probably a cheetah.

-One of the lies Chase told Jermaine about becoming a Xiaolin warriors was that his friend Omi needs help because the fight are getting more and more dangerous, which is why he was so angry when Omi was being a jerk to him.

-Jermaine was not really into Xiaolin martial art at first, but after trainings with Chase and the Xiaolin temple, he came to genuinely love and want to practice more and more. After he finally sorted out his conflicted feelings, he returned to the temple and become the fifth Xiaolin warrior i don’t know who ping pong is

-I actually think that Jermaine would be the Dragon of Metal, while Jack would be the Dragon of Lightning. Jermaine’s fighting style centering on strength and fast offense, so it would fits the hard, impenetrable metals, while Jack can provide his own energy for his devices.

-Kimiko now has conflicted feeling for mermaids.

-When she gets older, Kimiko studies the mechanics of the Shen Gond Wu, and actually figure out the base design that Dashi created . Give her enough time and she could even pitch a blueprint for a simple Shen Gong Wu.

-Chase know Guan is stronger than him, but he never considered Guan as an enemy as much as Hannibal. He knew that Guan had compromised too much, and lost his true principles of a warrior in order to pursue petty glory, subsequently making him lost his insight and will. Even if Guan is stronger, Chase know how to manipulate him, how to lure him in with hollow promises, making him willingly eat the rotten apples. A true laughable end to their past friendship, to two honored warriors of Dashi.

-Chase and Guan had a shady agreement where Chase would provide the stages where Guan could shine as a hero, and Guan will conveniently let Chase scoutes the potential warriors in the Xiaolin Temple. The agree was broken off later in the series.

-In the good Chase universe, after the soup incident, Chase begin to quietly observe Guan more, conflicted about how he had trusted Hannibal subconsciously, and realized that it was because he had always been aware of how Guan looked down on him, even when they’re friends. Later down the line, Guan begin to let the glory and fame hunger get to him, and Chase, already had enough of his arrogance, leave. Losing both Danshi and Chase, Guan begin to pursue his own self interest and later willingly drink the soup to gain more power.

-Also the reason why evil Guan hate Omi so much was because GC universe’s Omi poked Guan’s eye this one time really hard.

-Chase thinks that Omi is really funny. Like, whenever he’s in a bad mood he will either go training, meditate, or just think of Omi’s top ten cringe fail moments, or Omi’s top ten absolutely deliver his enemies moment, or just Omi’s top ten anything in general.

-Wuya actually adapt very fast with modern day’s pop culture. She also thinks that Lana Del Rey is the only one who gets her.

-Chase seriously contemplated throwing Hannibal into the lava. He tried. Didn’t work for some reason.

-Hannibal had a degree in Psychology

-Chase don’t really get why Omi become a cat instead of like one of his other warriors. People thought he knew but he really doesn’t. But cat Omi’s cute so whatever.

-Chase’s close tiger warrior had a lot of fun biting Omi by the scruff of his clothes and shakes him. He thinks that the sound Omi make is very funny.

-In fact, all of the warriors thinks so too. So yah, good luck Omi

-Chase un ironically thinks that Omi’s fail slangs makes more sense.

That’s about all of my HCs anon, thank u for the ask and have a great day!

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if you want to! tell us more about your lizard PCs because i’m so angry on your behalf from those tags

ohhhh i will HAPPILY talk about my old lizards, Especially the First Lizard, Avra Ree, because Avra Ree went on a fucking Journey.

So this! Is Avra Ree, she was a copper dragonborn and a death cleric, and she was my First Ever DnD Character. She was a fucking mess, both wrt stats (because none of us knew what we were doing; fucking TAZ:Balance taught me more about mechanics than my group at the time, and Balance was. Hooo boy.) and in terms of group cohesion, but that’s okay, because I loved her!

The gist of Avra was that she came from a clan of dragonborn that worshipped a goddess of death and rot. It was a heavily isolated group, and in leaving it to go on a pilgrimage, this would be Avra’s first time encountering the new world around her. She was full of love and joy, and she was Terrified of rain and water. She was a mortician, and regarded death with a certain gentleness and love. She also had a brother, who died from illness at a young age; she never really moved on from the grief, and kept his skull, which she kept with her and used as a spell focus.

The core themes of Avra’s character were isolation, love, and grief.

I’d play her like a few more times over the years (once in another campaign that never really took off the ground, and a few more times in one-shots) but it wouldn’t be a while until she came back.

In February of 2019, my buddy Hollis wanted to run a campaign. We were RP partners at the time! I went yea sure count me in!!!!!!

I knew I wanted to play Avra again, but I kinda wanted to mix up her design after the last few years of Lizard. so ENTER!!!! Marvey!!!!!!

Avra Ree would be rewritten as a firbolg grave cleric named Himemiya “Marvey” Llue.

Over the course of Everything, there’d been more lorework and detail given to her backstory and the setting of it.

She’d be from a clan of firbolg living in an archives that once was the hoarde of an ancient silver dragon, which was regarded as the savior of their people. They were dedicated to the preservation of knowledge above all else. Though the Great Dragon was long dead by the time Marv came about, the logul people were dedicated to the preservation of the hoarde and its expansion! On occasion, people would leave the mountain to go back out into the world and gather more books, articles, papers, newspapers, paintings — anything they could get their hands on, really. Go out, learn more about your field of study, come back and report what new discoveries had been made, if any.

Marvey’s mother would leave on a pilgrimage. She’d leave her kid and her husband behind with bright eyes and promises to be back in a few years, and then she never came back. So! Later on. Marvey would also leave. Head out into the world, find out what happened to her mother and maybe find some closure.

She’d become a cleric of Jergal, after finding a dilapidated temple of his that’d been taken over and inhabited by all sorts of imps and other nasty critters + helping clearing it out and tidying it up.

Core themes of her character were once again love, death, grief, and isolation, and some of her central conflicts revolved around trauma as a result of heavy childhood neglect, (more) grief, and also unlearning harmful shit from your upbringing and environment.

Also? Anger. Oh my god. Anger.

Marvey had ! Many, many issues. There was a big conflict between her and another party member early on that neither one of them really recovered from, and it ended up becoming a big issue that was slowly driving the party apart. Marvey was also fucking, deeply deeply angry and felt things VERY intensely, which ended up causing a lot of problems vis a vis character bleed for me, and it ended up negatively impacting my mental health to the point where we made the hard decision to let Marvey go + start playing another character.

We never found Marv’s mom, and Marv never got her closure.

Instead, Marv joined the mafia. She now — post campaign — acts as a doctor for the mob + runs a small community clinic by herself. She’s a fixture of her newfound community, and she’s fiercely protective of this small corner of the city she’s made for herself.

HOWEVER.

Avra Ree had a Real Cute Design, didn’t she? And I kinda wanted to play a lizard again after so many years. I made a lot of mistakes with Marvey; she was a source of conflict, when I wanted her to be more soft and warm, the glue that holds the party together. So when Marvey and Ish (Marv’s replacement)’s campaign ended, we decided to return to lizard.

Enter: Tamara Bhatt

This is Tama, my sweet beloved Tama. I love her So Much. She’s a brass dragonborn gunslinger/rogue. She is!!! Just A Guy! And i’m Insane about her.

She’s the oldest of five, and she comes from a very small town. She left home to head north into her country’s capital to apprentice under a weaponsmith. The way that she joined the party/campaign? Her mentor was having her deliver a package in person to one of their clients (an npc named Yu Huang, a famous actor and important political heir a few countries over. Tama and Huang would later become Best Fucking Friends.)

She’s Just A Fucking Guy, but she’s got some of The Best characterization I’ve EVER done, and I just really have a fucking blast playing her. I love this lizard so much. She’s just a guy. Just a small town lizard who went into the Big City to deliver a package, met some people, and now she’s so thoroughly entangled in this deep web of conflict with no way out. To protect one of our party members, our only options are to Get Famous, or Die Trying, and now? Tama’s in far too deep.

If I had to assign her core themes, they’d be identity, what it means to be brave, family, and isolation vs community. And Love, of course. You can fit So Much Love in this lizard.

It’s been really interesting though! Because Avra most certainly became Marvey, but Tama’s character was certainly informed by mistakes I made with playing Marv. Marv was a character who would’ve been really fun to read in a story, sure, and I love her to bits! But ultimately, she wasn’t a character well-suited for an improvisational cooperative game. She was too heavily developed, and it made her incredibly rigid. She was sweet and friendly, but INCREDIBLY stubborn and Driven. I wanted her to be a stabilizing force for the party, but she ended up becoming a source of conflict.

With Tama, though? I’ve actually managed to succeed! Tama is likeable! She’s the Big Sister of the party, the one people turn to for comfort, the mediator. There was a two-session gap where Tama actually died during combat, and her body had to be left behind, causing a lot of uncertainty and grief in the party because That’s Tama, and We Left Her Behind, and What If We Never Get Her Back? and ngl, it was genuinely Fascinating to see the hole Tama left in the party, because her absence was VERY MUCH felt!!!! You could see the arguments play out and all the spots where Tama would usually step in and help work things out, and it was ROUGH!!!!!!

But ! Idk man, I just think its Neat. That’s the story of my first DnD character, Avra Ree, who paved the way for Marvey and Tama, all three of which who are Distinct, but also kinda overlapping still. Its neat!