#axolotl-smoothie

[catsandfanart47]

ALERT! TAZ IS FURRIES NOW! ALERT!

[amanda-axolotl]

We've set up a go fund me to help restore our baby from the horrible condition she was given to us in. ❤ Any small amount would mean the world to us.

https://gofund.me/f9cd328d

https://gofund.me/f9cd328d

[rikacreature]

a very quick little speed model of my friend @amanda-axolotl's pet snake smoothie who passed recently, she took her to get taxidermied and the "artist" botched the job horribly, so i channeled my anger at the situation into energy to make this model

[respect-the-stache]

Top 5 animals you'd love to own as a pet, but can't for some reason

1). Peacock - You can't deny their beauty.

2). An ostrich as I always wanted to do that ostrich and smoothie thingamajig! I believe kids call them..."memes" these days, right?

3). Axolotl! Do I even have to explain why?

4). Jackalope

5). Pegasus or dragon!

~ᗯIᒪ

[saving-word-crawls]

Write your way through your plushies crawl

By: IslaGrace

Hello Wrimos! I needed a little break from my WIP and decided to write a little crawl for writers like myself who have too many plushies! If you, like me, have too many felted friends to count, feel free to take this one step at a time, it might get a little overwhelming!

How many plushies do you have that are based on pre-existing media? A game, a film, a book, a… famous person (yes, all of your BT21 plushies count!) Count them up and write for the same number of minutes.

Do you still have your childhood favourite plushie? Lucky you! If you DO: Write a nice 250 words, and maybe show your old friend a little love If you DON’T: Write 400 words, and try to include your lost buddy in your story!

Where do you keep your plushies? If they’re on your bed: Write 150 words as you try not to knock them down in your sleep If they’re on your windowsill: Write for 10 minutes and remember to give them a break from the sun to prevent bleaching! If they’re on a shelf: Sprint for 15 minutes and remember to give your friends some love every now and then If they’re in a net or basket: Do a 3 digit challenge and bask in the feeling of being more aesthetically pleasing than everyone else If they’re somewhere else: Finish your paragraph, you rebel!

How much was your most expensive plushie? Convert it into pennies (eg. $40 = 4000 pennies), divide it by 10, and sprint that number of words.

Pick out your favourite plushie. How many colours does it have? 1-5: Write for 5 minutes 5-10: Write for 10 minutes 10-15: Write for 15 minutes Too many to count!: Write for 20 minutes

Find your smallest plushie. Give it a little hug, even small friends need love! And write for two minutes whilst trying to balance it on your head.

How many of your plushies were gifts? Times that number by 10 and sprint that many words!

What’s a plushie you have your eye on? One you really want to buy? Count how many letters are in its name (EG. Onyx Dragon 1 = 10) and write for that many minutes. Then consider buying it as a gift for yourself when you hit 50k!

Do you have a writing mascot? I do. His name is Franklin and he’s a tiny axolotl. If you don’t have a writing mascot, pick one from your plushies and keep them with you for good luck! If you already have one, sit them next to you as you write for 10 minutes. Then tell us about your mascot in the replies!

Final Round Lightning Round!

Add up your total based on these criteria and sprint to that number of words!

Add 10 words for every plushie that…

Is of your favourite animal

Heavily features your favourite colour

Has a name that you bestowed upon it (I have an IKEA shark called pronouns :trans-flag:)

Is damaged in some way

You bought/received on a special occasion

Is something other than an animal (I have two mushrooms and a smoothie!)

Isn’t technically yours! (A sibling’s, a partner’s, one you’re holding on to for a friend…)

Is of a species (or similar to a species) represented on this year’s NaNoWriMo poster 1 (Monkey, dragon, cat, mandrake, leopard, spider, tortoise, beetle, flowers, fruit)

How did you do? I’d love to hear about your plushies in the replies!

[moodooivy]

This is Honeydew. He is a very smart and intelligent nerdy boy. He is Pitaya's younger twin brother. He loves science (Lol) and learning but dislikes science fiction. He hates it when people (Especially Domino) smoke though. He hates when people don't recycle. He is a vegan. He doesn't like to eat or use animal products. It makes him sad. He is very friendly to everyone. He loves making experiments and researching topics he's interested in like biology and astrology. He loves researching about bugs and animals. His favorite characters are the nerdy ones. He likes Twilight Sparkle from MLP and Ravi Ross from Jessie. His favorite food is a fruit salad (Including watermelons, blueberries, oranges, and grapes). His favorite drink is a banana smoothie. His favorite animal is an axolotl. Undertale: Tobyfox Honeydew: Me

(I allow people to use my characters for whatever they desire. Fanart, fanfiction, patreon, pron, I don't care. Just credit me. And if you wish to use my character for money, ask me. I'll probably say yes but y'know. Ask)

[heavenlyhoundoom]

This is my planned cult members for Cult of the lamb.

Jellybean the fox(she/her)

Licorice the cat(they/them)

Lemon the pig(he/him)

Cookie the deer/doe: (she/her)

Tofu the dog(they/them)

Candycane the stag/buck: (he/him)

Pudding the cow(she/her)

Fudge the rabbit(she/her)

Carrot the horse(he/him)

Kiwi the hedgehog(they/them)

Nachos the unicorn(they/them)

Meatball the pangolin(he/him)

Sushi the red panda(she/her)

Banana the giraffe(she/her)

Broccoli the bison(he/him)

Cranberry the frog(she/her)

Potato the capybara(he/him)

Cupcake the fennec fox(she/her)

Pickles the alligator(she/her)

Melon the hippo(she/her)

Chestnut the elephant(he/him)

Mango the otter(she/her)

Eggplant the seahorse(he/him)

Waffles the bear(she/her)

Éclair the bat(she/her)

Grape the beetle(they/them)

Crackers the fish(they/them)

Pretzel the crab(he/him)

Pizza the rat(she/her)

Gumbo the wolf(he/him)

Doughnut the axolotl(she/her)

Nectarine the butterfly(she/her)

Marshmallow the koala(they/them)

Coconut the shrimp(she/her)

Pecan the squirrel(she/her)

Meringue the rhino(she/her)

Toast the duck(he/him)

Popcorn the chicken(she/her)

Pepper the hawk(he/him)

Kanoli the owl(she/her)

Yakitori the raccoon(he/him)

And Oreo the badger(they/them)

If I had both dlcs

Peanut the monkey(he/him)

Honey the bee(she/her)

Taco the turtle(he/him)

Fig the tapir(they/them)

Smoothie the narwhal(they/them)

Almond the moose(he/him)

Mochi the possum (she/her)

Brie the goldfish(she/her)

Pumpkin the gorilla(they/them)

And Tomato the mosquito(he/him)

[brainrot-stitch]

@apuff thank you for the tag

in this game you pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home

i think you were also supposed to tag people... uh, i'll do @my-names-kris @sketchingstars03 and @shynetyme06

[snowflake-owl]

Simon Petrikov in my style commission for @axolotl-smoothie

I took some references from Glen Keane’s work in Disney dudes to draw him cause I really wanted Simon to look kinda like that. 

[thecrimsonjaguar]

Hunted

This au belongs to the lovely axolotl-smoothie

The night sky had so many more stars than he remembered.

Which wasn't unexpected, honestly. With all the light pollution and actual pollution a thousand years ago, it was a wonder if you could see the sky at all. Or maybe his memory was just bad, it could be either or both.

Simon sighed, resting his aching head against the tree. His head felt a lot better than it did an hour prior. Apparently coming back from insanity gave you a killer migraine. Also a lot of anxiety, so much more than he had ever had before.

It was good that he found such a nice tree to lean on though. It was on the side of a road, where the path had cut through a forest. The tree was far enough away to avoid foot traffic but close enough to the tree line that he could still stargaze. It was also decently comfortable, which was a nice bonus.

He let himself slide down the trunk and sit on the grassy floor. The road was clear, and the night was silent, he could give himself a bit of rest. He slipped his hand under his jacket and let himself hold the book like a security blanket. He honestly had no idea where he was, or what he was going to do, and he was certain the Enchiridion would be vital.

Better get reading, then.

He pulled it out gingerly, and cracked open the old tome, trying to ignore the plume of dust that rose off of it. He hated when books were misused, and the hero’s hand book seemed to have fought more monsters than the heroes themselves. He certain somebody has used it as a weapon at some point, if the various scratch marks said anything.

He let himself fall into the familiar ebb and flow of reading, completely zoning out the rest of the world. He remembered, as accurately as he could, how he would get absorbed into a book for hours on end, usually with his love snuggled up next to him. He knew he must've read Marceline stories when she was young, stories that she asked for over and over again because they had a happy ending. Or maybe he didn't read to her, maybe he just made them up on the fly, coming up with an ending that didn’t end with tragedy.

He felt himself zoning out even further, as his eyes stopped seeing the words on a page and instead a small girl smiling up at him, before turning to dust and never coming back.

He chased after her, or did he chase her away? He didn’t know, couldn’t sort out his mind, and decided that he didn’t want to deal with it. Not now. Not at some ungodly hour in the middle of nowhere. Later, he told himself, deal with it when there’s sleep in my system.

The universe had other ideas.

"Simon?" A woman’s voice called.

His head snapped up, heart racing as he slammed the book shut and swiftly tucked it away. His gaze was met with a tall woman- or was she just an aged teen?- who was hauntingly familiar.

Simon’s eyes traveled over the ebony black hair, the pale grey skin, and then the hopeful look in her expression.

He stood at lightening speeds, only managing to trip over himself slightly before freezing. He had his hands spread forward in a gesture that looked like he wanted to hold her, but he refrained. He stayed still.

"M-Marceline…?” He stammered quietly.

The woman, now with tears in her eyes, beamed.

“Yeah, it’s me, Simon. And you’re… you.” She said. Tears flowed freely now, traveling down her cheeks in steady streams.

His heart stuttered before going into over drive.

“Marceline!” He said, loudly, desperately, and he raced forward prepared to apologized and wipe her tears away and-

He was three steps from hugging her before she took a step back, holding her out in front of her. Two signals that screamed stop. s

He stopped.

She was looking down now, off to the side, in a manner that was so different from the joyful tears just moment ago it could’ve given him whiplash.  

“Marcy, I-” He began, but she suddenly looked back and smiled.

“It’s okay, Simon. I know.” She said, a sad smile painting her lips.

There was a silence then, a silence Simon didn’t know how to feel about. She was mad at him, or at least very disappointed clearly, and all he wanted to do was to get them both somewhere else, probably a bit deeper into the woods where they could talk privately.

"The book, Simon." She said suddenly. Simon snapped out of his thoughts.

"Oh! Yes, yes. I have it.” He said, patting the place where it rested in his coat, “Don’t worry, I haven’t lost it yet."

Another silence stretched between them. Simon shifted uncomfortably on his feet, not liking her now stone-like gaze.

"W-We should get somewhere else, somewhere less exposed.” He said, akwardly breaking the unseen tension.

She remained quiet. She didn’t move.

“The… The Litch has been after me, Marcy. It’s been… oh Grod, it’s been Hell. I know… I know you probably aren’t the happiest with me- but we can’t talk here.” He said, emphasizing the need to go.

"I'm sorry, Marceline. I- I just couldn't get to you in time. I would've talked to you, would have seen you right away when I got back! But..." Simon trailed off.

She nodded slowly.

He realized, like he should’ve realized from the beginning, that something was wrong.

“Marcy? Are you alright?”

She smiled suddenly, like his words had broken whatever trance she had put herself into.

“I’m just glad. Glad you’re okay, glad we’re together.” She said softly. She extended her arms out to him, like she did when she was little and wanted to be held. An offering of the hug she didn’t want before.

He took that offering in a heart beat.

It was a mistake. 

He crossed the final gap, throwing his arms around her and holding her tight. She held him back, just as tightly, though she squirmed to get a comfortable grip.

He let out a broken sob, something he realized he had been holding back for a while now. Simon found that kinda funny, how he could still shed tears even though he should’ve run out by then. Bitter laughter and the smell of pine and dirt and sweat and smoke filled the air around him, and it was only when he could no longer breathe that he let go.

He started coughing up a lung, and lifted his head up just in time to see-

A nightmare.

Marceline’s face was melting off her skull. It slid off in acidic green globs, and two pinpricks of light swam in the darkness of her hollow sockets. She had the book, the Enchiridion, she must've taken it during the embrace, clasped in her hand, which she held above her head triumphantly. Cruel, dark laughter came out of her, a voice that had no right being in her mouth spilled out in waves around him, circling him, drowning him.

He moved before he had time to comprehend the situation.

He tackled it, striking it once, twice, three times across the stolen face it now wore. The tome flew from it’s hand, and he scrambled to pick it up.

He snatched it just as the thing managed to lift itself up, the mad laughter still ringing throughout the woods. It lunged at him, nearly knocking him over but he held his ground. It clawed at his back, around his arms and his face, desperately trying to rip his only security out of his hold. He managed to elbow the creature off of him with his elbow, gaining a few more stumbled steps forward. 

Just as the thing recovered, Simon swung around and slammed the thick book down on the thing’s skull, watching in morbid fascination how it merely crumpled and fizzled under the attack, and then watched as it collapsed to the ground, acidic green smoke billowing out of it, polluting the air.

He gasped and heaved, scrambling to put as much distance between himself and the thing as possible.

He practically slammed the book back into his coat, and managed to scramble up to a rigid stance, before looking into the brush and running.

He had been stupid. He had trusted when he knew he couldn’t trust anything, trusted when he knew he could trust no one.

He would not make the same mistake again.

[starjota]

I've stanned Simon since he was first revealed and I'm never gonna stop stanning him

[2057]

[kiokodoodles]

Fellswap Skeleton Brothers

Aster (FS Sans)

- Age: 26

- Height: 5 ft

- Tail Length: Pass his knees

- Voice Headcanon: Kristoff in Frozen

- Personality: Kind, pretty stubborn, selfless, wears his heart on his sleeve, focused but sometimes oblivious and absent minded, carefree, soft

- Love language: Acts of service and physical touch

- Strongest magic is green magic. He’s also pretty capable of defending himself

- Formerly a sentry of the Royal Guard, but became a bodyguard/medic at NTT Tower

- Always helping out others, even those who intend to hurt him

- Mostly sees the good in others unless they really are just terrible people

- Really wants to repair his relationship with Cyrus but isn’t sure where to even begin

- Loves animals and reading. His favorite genres are sci-fi and fantasy

- A big hopeless romantic. Yes he also loves those cheesy rom-coms

- Has a Chow chow named Pluto, a snake named Monty, an axolotl named Happy, and a ferret named Saturn. No he doesn’t have separate pet blogs of them. He posts pictures of them on his own blog

- He currently works as a veterinarian

- Aster doesn’t blame Cyrus for how he got his scar. He only worries how Cyrus is doing and is upset that Cyrus pushed him away

- He is currently learning how to cook. His favorite thing to make are cupcakes and decorating them

- Aster can and will pull you into a movie/tv show marathon of anything

- Arguably has the best puppy eyes

- Despite being the best in green magic, Aster is also good with blue and yellow magic.

- Remembers a bit of his older brother Locke and is kind of looking for him right now

- He loves to dance, swimming, boxing, and horseback riding

- Loves greasy food and smoothies. Hates sour food and whatever terrible food combination Cyrus comes up with

- Listens to anything but he loves listening to 80s and 90s music

Cyrus (FS Papyrus)

- Age: 22

- Height: 6’9” ft

- Tail Length: To his ankles

- Voice Headcanon: Cloud from Final Fantasy VII Remake

- Personality: Serious, cool and collected, thoughtful, cynical, a bit sarcastic, quiet, smart… but still an idiot, calculative, protective

- Love language: Physical touch and acts of service

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard (in charge of Snowdin) and Judge of the underground. Actually hates both of his jobs

- Severely touch starved and emotionally constipated

- Loves flowers and plants. He’s also into flower language

- His taste in food is horrendous. Do not make him in charge of cooking or he’ll come up with a new abomination

- Sometimes when he has trouble sleeping, he reads himself to sleep

- He currently works as a bartender and a musician. Plays both bass and guitar

- Has a York Chocolate cat named Calli

- Got into an accident at the CORE that left him in a month long coma. Plagued by nightmares since then. He assumes that something terrible happened to him specifically during the accident due to the increase in his LV

- Pushed a lot of people away after accident. Has developed a bad habit of pushing others away when they get too close

- Has killed in defense and for his job. He regrets it each time

- His reputation is mixed. Most people called him “Bane” and “Mutt” (he hates both nicknames). He made himself a patch for his jacket. The patch has his own logo that is a wolf’s bane flower with cross bones behind it.

- Loves mint and gum. He’s always found chewing some NTT spearmint gum.

- Doesn’t have any memory of his older brother, Locke

- He loves running, swimming, and boxing. He also loves reading and playing guitar.

- His green magic is considerably weak, but he will push himself to his limits to use it. Otherwise, he’s one of the strongest Papyruses.

- Somehow can sleep anywhere in the strangest positions

- Has a really good sense of hearing

- Listens mostly to rock, EDM, and rap

[blackacre13]

What pets do you see the Oceans ladies/people having? I can totally see Lou with a snake or something maybe a tarantula.

(^ I had to use this meme by @gay4cate when I saw this ask. If you haven't read her incorrect thread on twitter, do yourself a favor and do it twice. It's exactly the Loubbie comic relief you need in this clusterfuck of a panini)

Lou & Deb:

So, I'm pairing these two together because heist wives.

If you peg Lou as a snake fan, definitely check out @estel-of-irysi (hope_s)'s ao3 fic here because Lou and Deb have a snake named Beatrice (I definitely agree with this canon, but as I told @estel-of-irysi I am deathly afraid of snakes lmao so my Loubbie will never own one even though it seems very in line with Deb).

For Debbie, I've never seen her as a standard pet kind of person and more see her as the snake/tarantula person or having like some giant tank somewhere with this exotic, rare fish that's illegal. I can see her as being really attached to a childhood pet like a dog, but I feel like as Danny is a dog himself, it would've been more for him and Deb was more excited about getting to share something with Danny.

For Lou, she's going to go along with whatever Debbie wants. I can't even really tell you why, but that's just my gut. Lou herself, like Danny, is a dog lol but I can see her with either. I think she'd love that normalcy one day of having a family and a dog if she can convince Deb to settle down a bit, and Debbie would come to love it, but she definitely puts Debbie's comfort and happiness above all. And now that we've reached this question, I am totally letting my mind wander as to some kind of plot like: what if Tammy adopted a dog for Lou while Deb was in prison so she had someone to take care of which would remind her to take care of herself? or couldn't we see her curled up in a ball in bed with a cat and whispering "don't you dare tell anyone but Deb, I'm secretly this soft"

Tammy: In the world of wheatgerm and whatever the hell grass smoothies, I can see Tam with a mix of cats and dogs. Whatever big, friendly dog would look cute in a family holiday photo and some lap cat she's had for years that is just perpetually curled up on a chair or the couch in the living room and that maybe is constantly pissing Debbie off in a way that makes Lou giddy because Deb never remembers there's a cat wandering around and it throws her off because she can't read it or predict where it'll go and what it'll do

Amita: I am team cat for Amita without much of an explanation, but I can see her tidying up her kitchen and folding laundry while talking to the cat about her day and asking for its opinions like which guy on tinder looks cuter or what she should have for lunch.

Constance: Something. Weird. Lizard. Snake. Axolotl. Ferret. I don't even know. But it would be anything but mainstream.

Nine Ball: I can see Nine with a cat the same way I'd see Lou possibly. A lil' quiet guy that likes to curl up on her warm keyboard or her lap while she works. They have this silent understanding with each other. Watch tv together. Just chill. Veronica likes to rile it up and play with it when she visits though.

Daphne: A purse dog. No, I will not elaborate.

Rose: I think Rose is way too anxious to have a pet. She would say herself that she can barely remember to eat and shower and lock the door, so how could she remember to set out food or take something for a walk. Maybe a goldfish that could use a little extra love. Or something like a hamster she's forgotten she has until it rolls into the living room in its ball.

[musekicker]

Another Blitz has so many kids au character. 

He who shambles: a short, sort of axolotl/Olm type hell born with a mass of tentacles on their head, as well as make up their hands.  He who shambles backstory is murky at best. No one knows how he came to be. All they know if that he will follow a victim until he gets his meal. What this meal can be ranges from blood, memories, or a moment of fear. 

No one knows how He who shambles picks his victims. Just that once he's on the scent, there is no avoiding feeding him. Ever shambling after his victim.

This said, his path and Blitz's cross one night when He who shambles comes across Blitz getting the pizza that the family had ordered at the front door. He who shambles had been following the pizza guy and intended to get their meal.

The pizza guy ran, leaving the pizza behind with Blitz. He who shambles was about the follow the pizza guy when Blitz calls out.

Blitz: hey kid!

He who shambles turns to look at Blitz. It's been a very long time since they were thought of as a kid.

Blitz: You got use free pizza. Seems only fair you get a slice.

This was the first time anyone had ever offered He who shambles something to eat. First gift ever. 

So it's no wonder that He who shambles becomes a part of the family. Earning the shortened version of their name "Shambles"

Orpheus fully has read up on old hell legends and freaked out at first at the sight of a being that puts fear into a lot of hell beings.

Also...

Moxxie: um, Blitz, what do you have there.

Blitz, both he and Shambles drinking a smoothie. Shambles smoothie straw disappears into their mass of tentacles. : A smoothie?

[japanesepenguin]

Walking North from Akiba, Part 2

+ All right, so we’re walking north from Akiba, having purchased a couple of pens that don’t suck and a new novel to read; following an unexpectedly crowded shrine, I found a pretty sad little park to sit down and eat today’s walking snacks: a very delicious smoothie and, uh, cheese sticks, which were not surprisingly not super gross

+ The sad little park was partially under construction and displayed these beautiful watercolor paintings of highlights of the surrounding neighborhood on the walls surrounding the construction site; here’s one you might recognize: the red gate from Tokyo University (you saw this during the first day of hiking the Nakasendou)

+ Anyways, this area is just to the east of Tokyo University and to the west of Ueno Park---the first is off limits to the public and the second is someplace I’ll undoubtedly be going to a lot, so I threaded the narrow streets between---this area has a lot of small historical stuff, one of which was this old temple; the gate is original, from the 1700s

+ But more interesting is that the residency part of the building retains its original design, having never been rebuilt; this is very rare and super cool find; I’m starting to recognize the differences a little: this is original, Edo-era architecture

+ On the temple grounds was this thing; I am zero interested in this but for some reason I thought “I should take a picture of this for my Tumblr” 

+ Okay, so here’s a well (like a water well) founded by Benkei in the 12th century; Benkei is a super famous historical figure, a warrior who travelled and fought beside Yoshitsune (another famous warrior); Benkei is mostly known for dying while standing upright; this well was interesting because I just learned about him a few days ago (or rather, re-learned about him) so it was neat to come across something of his on this trip; also, this well was a source of water as the city was burning in WWII and the sign talks about how the water is particularly delicious, etc.

+ But the sign on the well says not to drink the water, so...

+ And here’s a statue of some dude; he's just some guy

+ Axolotl! There was a small back-alley bar that seemed to serve drinks in fancy cups, one of which was an axolotl; and that’s a good note to end on for today