#bleat beans

[mordodraws]

Why are all the deer in space lately?

Crossover fanart of @indiana-jonas' character Space Deer with my character Ahmba :D

[hearthoof]

i used to be a very picky kid and i was kind of a picky teen, but i like forcing myself out of my comfort zone now. it causes me to discover i like different things. one ingredient at a time

[talonabraxas]

"The Kiss" by Artus Scheiner Hymn to Pan by John Keats "O thou, whose mighty palace roof doth hang From jagged trunks, and overshadoweth Eternal whispers, glooms, the birth, life, death Of unseen flowers in heavy peacefulness; Who lov'st to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken; And through whole solemn hours dost sit, and hearken The dreary melody of bedded reeds-- In desolate places, where dank moisture breeds The pipy hemlock to strange overgrowth; Bethinking thee, how melancholy loth Thou wast to lose fair Syrinx--do thou now, By thy love's milky brow! By all the trembling mazes that she ran, Hear us, great Pan! "O thou, for whose soul-soothing quiet, turtles Passion their voices cooingly 'mong myrtles, What time thou wanderest at eventide Through sunny meadows, that outskirt the side Of thine enmossed realms: O thou, to whom Broad leaved fig trees even now foredoom Their ripen'd fruitage; yellow girted bees Their golden honeycombs; our village leas Their fairest blossom'd beans and poppied corn; The chuckling linnet its five young unborn, To sing for thee; low creeping strawberries Their summer coolness; pent up butterflies Their freckled wings; yea, the fresh budding year All its completions--be quickly near, By every wind that nods the mountain pine, O forester divine! "Thou, to whom every faun and satyr flies For willing service; whether to surprise The squatted hare while in half sleeping fit; Or upward ragged precipices flit To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw; Or by mysterious enticement draw Bewildered shepherd to their path again; Or to tread breathless round the frothy main, And gather up all fancifullest shells For thee to tumble into Naiads' cells, And, being hidden, laugh at their out-peeping; Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping, The while they pelt each other on the crown With silvery oak apples, and fir cones brown-- By all the echoes that about thee ring, Hear us, O satyr king! "O Hearkener to the loud clapping shears, While ever and anon to his shorn peers A ram goes bleating: Winder of the horn, When snouted wild-boars routing tender corn Anger our huntsmen: breather round our farms, To keep off mildews, and all weather harms. Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds, That come a swooning over hollow grounds, And wither drearily on barren moors: Dread opener of the mysterious doors Leading to universal knowledge--see, Great son of Dryope, The many that are come to pay their vows With leaves about their brows! "Be still the unimaginable lodge For solitary thinkings; such as dodge Conception to the very bourne of heaven, Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven, That spreading in this dull and clodded earth Gives it a touch ethereal--a new birth: Be still a symbol of immensity; A firmament reflected in a sea; An element filling the space between, An unknown--but no more: we humbly screen With uplift hands our foreheads, lowly bending, And giving out a shout most heaven rending, Conjure thee to receive our humble Paean, Upon thy Mount Lycean!"

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 13

In this final part we rap up the Chopra's for this rotation.

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets Mercedes has a speech delay and may get words wrong, correct wording will be in brackets if that is the case Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

At the Rec centre Cassandra sets herself up to stream her guitar practice and hopes some locals may tip her some coins. Rahul meanwhile focuses on getting Viola talking. I would say, easier said than done but the whole point is it’s not easily said.

Rahul: Let’s do words. I know you know some, can you tell me?

Viola: Papa… Mama… lo ee (Love me)

Rahul: Lo ee isn’t quite a word but good job trying. How about we try one together? Me and you? Say after me, me…

Viola: Dee *twirls braids*

Rahul: Me…

Viola: Gre *dances in place*

Rahul: You…

Viola: Poo *flaps arms*

Rahul: Poo is a word! Not the one we were trying but I’ll take it. Poo is what you do in the potty

Viola: Papa?

Rahul: Yes green bean

Viola: I no no (I don’t need words)

Rahul: You don’t want to practice words right now?

Viola shakes her head to hammer home the point.

Rahul: What do you want to do then Viola

Viola: *hums* papa pa mi ah ah (Papa play with me, up up) *waves arms*

Rahul: Alright, you win. We’ll play for now

Viola jumps up and down in delight making joyous noises. Over the other side of the garden Cassandra has amassed a small crowd of sims but smiles to see Viola happy.

Rahul: Play time, up we go

Viola: Ah… up up

Rahul: Hey you got it green bean. Hold on tight, we’re going to fly

Viola giggles and shrieks as Rahul spins her around every which way. It can’t last forever though as the twins are due home soon.

Age up day means new photo time! Even if it is cloudy. One picture in everyday and one in hot weather as it’s getting quite hot and muggy. Unfortunately, we discover Viola hates being carried so she’s very glad when it’s over. Cassandra is desperate for the bathroom so heads inside while Rahul introduces the girls to bikes.

Rahul: They’ll allow you to see how beautiful all of Henford is. Now do you need help, I can help teach you

Mercedes: No papa, I got it

Savannah: Maybe… My motor skill…

Rahul: How about I give you some guidance and you can send me off whenever you like honeybee

Savannah nods happily and Rahul carries her down the steps to her bike. Mercedes is already tying to move around, helpfully wearing the ladybug helmet as the twins hair matches even more with helmets on. One particularly enthusiastic movement send her head into the handlebars though and she rubs her sore eye.

On the deck Viola is doing her best to stack blocks. There’s still the temptation to just put them in her mouth and chew. Inside Cassandra decides to take a pregnancy test since she’s had to pee more than normal today. What do you know, it’s positive! Next pregnancy has begun (and will have to be paused between households). Cassandra is delighted but she still feels sicker than she usually does when pregnant (probably all the mods).

Rahul is trying his best to provide guidance but the girls are still getting used to the bikes, walking on them in tippy toes on the front walkway and around the gates.

Snuggles: *clucks* what are you doing

Seven: *bleats* investigating. What are those things

Snuggles: *clucks* who cares? Just stay away from them or we’ll end up 2D

Cassandra comes outside and walking gingerly down the steps calls Rahul over while the kids are busy.

Rahul: Hey, you okay my darling

Cassandra: I’m not great but I am happy. Big guy… we’re pregnant again

Rahul: We are? Oh that’s amazing

Cassandra: I can’t promise it’ll be a boy

Rahul: I know from my biology degree, that y chromosome is down to me. Come here my darling. Boy or girl, I love them already

Cassandra: I just feel a bit groggy with it all. And I don’t know how the girls will react

Rahul: The twins are older now, they might be more understanding. And I’m sure Viola will love a playmate eventually

Cassandra: You get Viola in and I’ll talk to the girls

Rahul: As you wish my darling

Cassandra moves over to the danger zone that’s full of wobbling bikes and calls for Mercedes to come see her, she is the more sensitive of the two.

Cassandra: Little ladybug, you know how me and papa had Viola

Mercedes: *smiles* You’re sending her back?

Cassandra: No. We’re actually having another one. You’ll be a big sister again

Mercedes pouts in annoyance so Cassandra sweeps her into a hug.

Cassandra: Listen to me. No matter how many kids me and papa have, we will always, always, love you. Do you understand little ladybug?

Eventually Mercedes stops squirming and hugs her back tightly. She whispers that she loves her mama and Cassandra relaxes.

Savannah: What are we hugging about

Mercedes: Bad news! Another baby is coming

Savannah: I don’t know, another one could be good. It could keep Viola busy so we don’t have to talk to her. Are you and papa really having a baby mama

Cassandra: Really really. Are you okay with it Honeybee

Savannah: Sure. I can always just ignore it

Rahul: Do you understand green bean? Mama is making a baby so you’ll have a younger sibling

Viola: Mama av ab? I no ab (Mama is having a baby? I don’t know what a baby is)

Rahul: They’ll be small but they’ll get bigger then you can play with them

At this explanation Violas eyes light up. She may not understand what a baby is but something to play with sounds like fun. Her older sisters never seem to want to play with her.

Cassandra: Applesauce. Eat up Viola, you need to grow big and healthy

Savannah: Can I name the baby

Mercedes: No fair, I want to name the baby

Savannah: But I'm oldest

Cassandra: Me and papa have to talk about it first but I guess we can talk about it together afterwards

Rahul pulls a face at this idea but doesn’t let the girls see, he doubts they'll offer any ides beyond Twerp or Nincompoop.

After dinner Cassandra plays some My Sims Racing with the twins. Savannah being a geek is only to happy to “work” on her fine motor skills by playing.

Mercedes: Be quiet Viola, I’m focus (concentrating)

Viola keeps banging away at the xylophone, giggling and laughing despite her sisters protests. It’s a tight game with no clear winner but the twins are happy they get to spend time with their mama.

Cassandra: Good game my darlings, bedtime now

Savannah: Viola’s not going to bed

Cassandra: Your papa will get her now come on, we can start the new book

Mercedes: YES

The girls get in their pyjamas and climb into bed. Cassandra begins to read but they’re both asleep before the first chapter ends. Smiling she tucks Mercedes in and reaches up to stroke down Savannah’s hair.

Walking into the nursery Cassandra finds a sleepwear wearing Viola clinging to Rahul’s leg while he does his best to encourage her to let go.

Cassandra: Are we not asleep yet

Rahul: She seemed to be waiting for you

Viola detaches herself from Rahul’s leg and toddles up to Cassandra, hugging her leg tight in the same way she was holding onto Rahul.

Cassandra: Oh hey, I love you *kisses forehead* Shall we have a story green bean

Viola nods happily, climbs onto bed and tucks herself under the covers. While Rahul works on cleaning up her latest potty accident Cassandra reads to Viola. Cassandra isn’t sure how much Viola understands but she seems to enjoy it right up until she falls asleep.

With that we’ve reached the end of the Chopra household for this rotation. Next time we’ll get to visit the obstetrician and find out if Cassandra has just one baby on board this time.

Previous ... Next (Romero)

[http-paprika]

Bite the Hand / Phillip Graves

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summary after frost exiles herself back to wyoming, she must cope with the grief of her past and plan for the future.

werewolf!au / pairing phillip graves x female!reader / callsign frost / wc 1765 / warnings references to childhood abuse & parental death

notes you thought this was going to be the chapter where everything comes together? well, hate to break it to you but frost has commitment issues and graves kinda sucks at relationships. but who knows, maybe a change of scenery is all they need.

Bones aching as the truck pulled to a slow, Frost buried her face in her hands. The plains around her were vast, stretching to the snow-jagged peaks. Soon, the whole landscape would be blanketed in white snow and black ice. It was the season she dreaded most as a girl, every morning Frost would bundle up in her father’s old work jacket while he’d scrape the snow off the windshield swearing about taking her to school. 

 Wyoming was as lonely as it was vast, not even the mountains seemed to break up the endless sky. The wind blew against her truck, sheep bleating in the pastures as Frost tried not to recant why she’d returned. She’d wanted to blame it on everything and everyone but herself, but in the end, it was by her hands that she’d left Texas. Left the Shadow Company, and left the man she thought there was a future with. 

 Finally gathering what courage she had left, the soldier got out of her truck. Boots collecting dirt as she walks up the drive onto the creaking porch where her uncle sat. The graying man looks up at her, his face lined with wrinkles and age. It was hard to believe that sixteen years had passed since she’d left the farm. Frost hadn’t even bothered to return when sent the news that her father had passed.

 “I thought you wouldn’t come back.” Her uncle spoke up, sitting back in the old rocking chair. “Your father always swore you’d never come back. Wouldn’t have blamed you.”

 “Things change.” She responds, glancing back over to the pastures of woolly creatures. “I just need some time. Few weeks, and I’ll be out of your hair, Richard.”

 “I don’t mind. It’s just me and the ranch hand during the day. I could use the company.” Frost’s aunt had left when she was just a girl, only a winter after her mother had passed. It had left Frost to learn a lot on her own about becoming a woman, always too afraid to bring it up to the two men. “And the help.” 

 She nods, adjusting the duffle bag over her shoulder. “Right.” 

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“I’m leaving,” Frost tells him, her voice quivering with uncertainty as she stands in Graves’ office. The winter sun bleeds through the blind, casting a halo of light across his head. “For the best interest of the pack and you, I’m resigning.” 

That confidence she’d gained that night, after kissing that stranger, had quickly evaporated. Maybe it was sobriety, or maybe it was how quickly Phillip had become withdrawn in an attempt to shoulder the pain. There were no longer stolen glances during meetings, whispered approval as she geared up. And when he’d taken a bullet through the shoulder which was now hanging in a sling, it had been the end.

 Maybe Frost had hoped he would speak, argue back, and order her to stay. But he didn’t, his gaze dropped down to the desk as Graves nodded. There was a flicker of shame on his face as he ducked his head, guilt surging through her veins. It had been her fault, she’d pushed him away and he’d responded accordingly. He was getting older, he needed someone willing to mate, to commit. And despite her best efforts, she wasn’t ready.

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The kitchen was dimly lit as Frost sat back in her old chair, the smell of burnt beans and rice making her stomach twist with unease, her nose scrunched. Before her, the plate of mush steamed as she waited for her uncle to return with what Frost had asked for.

 “Here they are. A little faded, but still useful.” Her uncle announces, setting the moth-eaten map of the farm’s property lines down on the table. “Your father had always done a good job of going out and keeping them marked, I haven’t been able to due to my knees.” 

 Frost nods, pushing away the plate to get a better look at the markings. Cooking had always been her father’s job, he wouldn’t let her uncle in the kitchen except to clean up. It was the one thing he’d done lovingly, making sure bellies were full before sending them back to work. 

 “When was the last time someone marked them?” Frost needed to hunt, especially if the only food her uncle made was burnt. More so, Frost wanted to establish her scent over the property like her father used to do. There were no packs in the area, but she wanted to keep nomads away from the sheep.  

 “Oh, I sent the old ranch hand to do them in the spring after the last snow of the season,” He tells her, sitting down with his plate of beans and rice. It was no surprise to her that he dug into the food without a complaint, his taste buds were dying and his human nose didn’t pick up on the rancid smell like she did. 

 “And what about the upkeep of the farm, what is the new ranch hand actually doing?” She asks, worried about the state of the farm. As much as the place brought her grief, it was the home of her childhood, the place her mother had passed away. “Richard?” 

 Her uncle bawls up his fists, the silverware shaking in his hands. “He’s just here for the sheep, keeping them healthy and fed until the spring. It’s been since your father passed, he ran this place better than I ever can. 

 Frost lets out a scoff, shaking her head and feeling pity for the man. Despite being the eldest son, her uncle had let all responsibilities fall to her father. Long before he’d been bit and turned, her father had already been seen as a leader in the family. Broad-shouldered, thick skull. For all her father’s flaws, which were many, he was a hard worker and took care of his own.

 “You’ve got my work cut out for me, don’t you?” 

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 “I’ve worked my ass off my whole life for your little ungrateful wretch not to give a damn.” Her father snarls over the phone. Frost sits in the infirmary, the thick gauze wrapped around her ribs as she tries not to fall apart again. As if a bullet that should’ve killed her and a bitter betrayal by the man she once loved wasn’t enough, Frost had to listen to her father’s griping as he lay in a hospital, thousands of miles away on his deathbed. 

 “I’m not coming back.” She repeated to him, her grip on the phone tightening. “I don’t care if you’re about to die, I don’t fucking care if Richard can’t run the ranch on his own. I’m not going back to Wyoming.”

 Hadn’t he turned his back to her the day of Frost’s eighteenth birthday? Didn’t he vow not to call her again when she packed her bags to leave for the Marines? But in his most dire times, he’d realized he needed his daughter, and Frost had never hated him more. 

 When her uncle Richard had called the following day to tell her that her father had passed, she didn’t grieve. There was no weeping, not a single tear. His death was a comfort, the scars on her back didn’t seem to burn anymore. Even if she’d lost all else, Frost was free from him. 

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 A frustrated huff escapes her lips as she rubs the stained material of an old t-shirt of hers against the bark of a tree. The musk of her scent clings to the wood as she moves through the underbrush. Cowboy boots that belonged to who knows crunching against the drying winter grass. 

 Frost wipes her face as she pulls back out the property map, mentally marking where she is. Not too far from the river that created the southern border, the one Frost had fallen in one summer as a girl where she’d hastily learned to swim. If it weren’t for the bright sun, she would’ve had hypothermia as her mother bundled her up in an old, red flannel on the porch. 

 She turns back against the wind, returning to the house through pastures, past sheep who bleat and run. They were simple creatures, she couldn’t blame them for trying to stay away from the wolf in human’s skin. They’d only ever responded to her father out of fear, the man was a shrewd shepherd. 

 In the barn, Frost drops the rifle off her shoulder. The pile of logs for firewood beginning to bother her. She’d quickly learned the ranch hand wasn’t much help, barely an adult who never seemed to pay attention. A smirk crossed her face, she was certain her father was rolling over in his grave at the state of the ranch. 

 Finding the ax, and scraping it against the sharpening block; the noise made her teeth ache. She returns out into the winter morning, her thermal clinging to her stretching muscles as the ax swings. It cracks through the wood with one slice, the wood falling to the side as she grabs for the next log. 

 The ranch hand calls her name as the logs turn into fine slabs of wood for the furnace. With sweat clinging to her brow, Frost turns his attention to the boy. “What?” 

“Richard wants you up at the house, there’s someone for you.” The boy tells her. She groans, jamming the ax into the chopping log before waving him off. Anyone who’d traveled this farm out must’ve been determined, there wasn’t even a sign for the ranch on the road. It was far from the beaten trail, the way she liked it. 

 Jacket in hand, she slowly returns to the house. Freezing at the sight of a black, shiny truck with a Texas license plate parked next to her battered one. It was a coincidence, Frost tells herself as she mounts the stairs into the house. Her ears must’ve been deceiving Frost as she listened to the two voices in the house. The sweet, southern drawl made her throat tighten. 

 And when she turns the corner into the kitchen, Frost is certain she’s hallucinating. Blue eyes gleaming in the morning light, the stubble thicker with the cold, and a tantalizing look of guilt that makes her heart swell. 

 “Hello, Frost.” Her former commander greets her, standing taller and putting his best foot forward. But she couldn’t help but wonder if he was hurting more than she was. Gray hairs seemed to be caught in the light from the window, tired eyes drooping as they met her gaze.

“You came?”

“I had to.”

taglist (comment to be added or removed) @iamcautiouslyoptimistic @delusionally-loveless-by-choice @bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus @unicorngirly1 @pampanope

[hostradio]

❝  ...  ❞   he's  staring  at  his  untouched  cup  of  coffee,  eyes  unfocused  —  idly  tracing  the  wisps  of  steam  as  they  rise  from  its  contents.  (  tired.  it  seems  he's  burnt  more  midnight  oil  than  he  has  to  spare.  )  there  are  days  wherein  alastor  wonders  whether  eating  the  beans  whole  would  be  more  efficient  —  and  make  no  mistake,  he  DOES  strive  to  maintain  a  degree  of  dignity  in  this  pit  so  otherwise  devoid  of  it,  but  it  would  be  a  lie  to  say  there  aren't  days  where  he's  sorely  tempted.

a  faint  bleat,  and  his  face  is  sinking  into  the  palm  of  his  hand.

[flakops]

I have a question abt the comic title as a whole!! Is "Bleating Heart" a reference to lyrics from "Little Lamb" by Jazmin Bean? Or is it like symbolic without being referential to anything else? Idk how to properly phrase questions ^^; just always hear the song in my head when I read the title... hope u have a great day & Mary is my fav character so far she's very relatable 🐕🤍🫀

it is not! although I do like jazmin bean’s music, bleating heart was a name I pretty much came up with on the spot, so it doesn’t really mean much of anything other than alluding to the fact that the protagonist is a deer and deer bleat, and I guess mary is also meant to resemble a lamb so there’s that too. I do have chapters planned that are either named after or reference certain songs though, the current one we’re on included.

[nkirukaj]

Fawning for You (20)

Pairing: Alastor x Voe (Fem!OC)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Angst, Fluff, SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 3.5K

20. I’ve Never Been in Love Before

“Voe!” the gang hugs her, surrounding her

“Finally the gang’s all here!”

Voe has a large grin on her face “Except for my sweets, where are my babies?”

Alastor approaches with Aly in his arms “Well Vernie is asleep but here’s Aly,”

“Hi baby, here’s my baby! Come to momma!” Alastor hands her to Voe, she bounces her and Aly rubs her eyes and scrunches up her face. She wipes her eyes again and raches for Alastor “What’s wrong baby? It’s me, Momma!” Alyson leans out of her arms toward Alastor, letting out a distressed bleat.

“Okay, she’s bleating, hand her back!” Angel covered his ears

“Angel!” Vaggie scolded through her teeth

“What? It’s getting loud!”

Voe pouts and hands the fawn back to Alastor, which is when she finally quiets down, rubbing her eyes once more “What’s wrong?” She asks Alastor

“I’m guessing it’s because you’ve been gone for 2 months,”

“But they should know I’m their mom by scent, right?”

“I don’t think they had a chance to know your scent,”

Voe pouts again, “Great,” she says sarcastically

“All in due time my dear,”

“What about my son? I want to see him,” she states

“Okay! He’s upstairs! You can go get him!”

Angel puts his hands on his hips “Nah why don’t you go get him Smiles?”

Alastor turns to Angel stiffly “Why don’t you go get him, Angel?”

“Nah, you get get him….Daddy,” the spider smirks knowingly

“Go get him Alastor,” Voe commands

“I hate you,” he whispers, handing Alyson to Angel

Angel holds her with two hands and gestures with the others “She looks just like you! Look at your momma!” He looks down at her and she smiles up at him “Look! Your momma! Look where my hand is pointing!” He holds up a free hand “This is a hand,” he waves it in front of her face, she just laughs

Voe sits down on the couch and is calmed by the sound of her baby’s laughter, but saddened, knowing that it wasn’t her causing it.

“Oh, let go of my antler, please,” Alastor says from afar while more laughter is heard “All right,” and he approaches with his son “Here’s your baby boy!” He puts him down on Voe’s lap

“Hi,” she says to him. Vernie looks up at her and just stares, quiet and still “You okay? It’s me, Momma,” Vernie scrunches up into a ball Voe gives up “Someone take him please,” and Charlie picks him up, he curls up to her side

She bounces him “I feel so bad,”

“Why?”

“They’re more comfortable with us!”

Voe shakes it off “That’s fine,” she tells the princess

“But they should be getting to know their family,” Charlie tells

“Charlie,” Voe starts “You are their family,”

“Aw,” Charlie pats Vernie’s back “Thank you Voe,”

Voe nods, concealing her sadness once more, she was an expert at this point

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Voe logs into Sinstagram sets up her camera and turn it on. It takes a while for her to get a substantial amount of viewers, but when she does she starts

“Hey! Guess who’s back? And guess who’s a mother?”

oh shit hey

hey how ya doing’?

“Hey! Did y’all miss me?”

omg yes!

yes girl!

“What y’all been up to since I was gone?”

working

what it was like to die???

“It just felt like a deep sleep, and then I woke up apparently two months later,”

wyd now that u hav no souls?

Voe squints and purses her lips, getting closer to the camera “Excuse me?”

u have no souls

Voe stares blankly at the camera unmoving for a few moments before shutting the laptop. She gets up and super speeds over to Casper’s room, she bangs on the door. “Casper!!” she can hear him talking inside the room, but he doesn’t come right away. “Casper!!” 

“Huh??”

“Come out here!”

“Give me a minute!”

Voe looks around in disbelief and kicks the door open. Casper is in the room with Bean and Cherri Bomb having a conversation. “Casper,” she says, slightly out of breath

“Yeah, hey. What’s up?”

“Come here please,” she gestures outside

He turns to the other women “I’ll be back,” then comes outside with Voe “Yeah?”

Voe crosses her arms and stands in front of Casper “I don’t have any souls?”

“Uh, no. You don’t. That’s what happens when you die though.”

She closes her eyes and shakes her head “We have to get them all back,”

“Well, yeah definitely,” He nods “How are you going to do that?”

She shrugs “The same way I got them in the first place?”

“Cool, but there might be a problem with that,”

“What?”

“Well when you died, the news spread pretty fast. You can thank Vox for that. People panicked and went back to the Vees,”

Voe rolls her eyes so far that he can see the whites of them “Dammit Vox! Why would they rejoin the demons that they were so scared of?”

“They had no protector, that was you,”

She looks at her phone “I lost 2 million followers!” She shows Casper the phone

“Yeah…you were inactive for a while…”

“I was dead!”

“Yeah, they know it’s just….people are not patient,”

Voe slaps her forehead “Okay, how’s the theater?”

Casper’s eyes dart around “Well…..the cannibals are still there…”

“So everybody quit?”

“Well yeah…..they were afraid,”

“Of what?”

“Of the Vees…”

Voe sighs “What about the hospital?”

“Umm…there’s still Dr. Wither,”

“And that’s it?”

“Yeah…she’s been pretty stressed,”

Voe spins in disbelief “Okay so let me get this straight, I lost all my souls, all of my businesses are failing, and my kids hate me?”

Casper shakes his head “No, your kids don’t hate you! They don’t know you, but they’ll get to know you and then they’ll love you!”

She covers her face “All that work for nothing!”

Casper grabs her shoulders “You could still get it back! Might take a while, but you could get it back, I believe in you. You may not own me anymore, but you’re still a smart cookie!”

“Did you miss me?” She turns to Lucifer, smiling

He blushes and smiles back “Yes I did. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of you,”

She stands “Well, at least you’re happy that I’m back,”

“Is Alastor not happy?”

“Oh no, he is. I just meant everyone else,”

“A lot of sinners are used to people dying, don’t take it personally,”

Voe turns to face Lucifer “What am I supposed to think? I lost all my souls, my businesses suck and my kids hate me!” she reaches for angelic steel scissors “I may as well die permanently!”

“Oh whoa,” he grabs the scissors from her “These things take time,” he holds her by the shoulders

“So what do you know about my kids that I don’t?” she asks defeatedly

“Did they not give you the book? Angel was supposed to give it to you,”

She rolls her eyes “I shouldn’t need a book, I’m their mother!”

“I know! We made it for you, to make this process easier,”

She leans on his shoulder and hugs him around the waist “Lucifer….”

He blushes and hugs her back “Come on, let’s go far a walk,”

“A walk?”

“Yeah, I know, a walk. Let’s go, you need to get your legs moving,”

He takes her walking down the hall and they stop in front of the door

“Why are we at Alastor’s room?”

Lucifer opens the door “Oh! Is this his room, my bad! Let’s go inside,”

“Lucifer, wh-“She is caught off guard by the sight of Alastor’s foot on the face of her son, she sets her brows and screams “Alastor!” her voice getting low and her eyes turning fiery

“Oh! What is this? I had no idea this was happening!”

Alastor lowers his foot and Vernie jumps up to his neck and hugs him, Alastor’s smile falls a bit.

“Wow! Bad dad alert am I right?” Lucifer adds 

Voe storms up to her husband, teeth growing sharp and horns coming out of her head “What are you doing?!”

“I was…reading…?” He responds

“Yikes, bad dad,” Lucifer sings

“Don’t treat me like an idiot,” she growls

Lucifer stands there smirking, Alastor scoffs “Why are you still here?”

“Oh right, I should probably let you two talk about what’s been happening, like him not taking care of his kid! Bye!” he sings

Voe turns back to her husband “So this is something that you’ve been doing while I was gone? This is a habit?!” when Alastor is speechless, Voe grabs her son, despite him curling up, and exits the room, slamming the door on her way out.

“I am so sorry you had to see that,” Lucifer said, outside the room

“No you’re not, you brought me here to see it,” she scowls

“I just wanted you to see that he wasn’t doing his responsibilities as a dad,”

“And then what, Lucifer? What did you expect to happen?”

His eyes dart around “Nothing…”

“Right,” 

“I…don’t understand why you’re upset with me,”

“Because,” she starts “You’re more happy at the idea of getting Alastor ‘in trouble’ than you are upset at the way that this baby is being treated,”

“That is not true. The entire time you were gone, I took care of him because Alastor wouldn’t. He just gave him to Niffty, and Niffty calls him Sam! I think he thinks his name is Sam!”

She shakes her head “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m your friend and I wanted you to know. I’m not trying to sabotage you or break the two of you up, but I believe you deserve to know this!”

“Okay,” she nods at Lucifer “I believe you,”

Voe is in her bedroom the twin fast asleep in their cribs already and Alastor waits on the bed for her. She rolls her eyes and enters the bathroom to get herself ready for bed. 

“So you don’t want to hear my piece I suppose?” Voe doesn’t respond from the bathroom, Alastor hears the shower turn on. He approaches the door “I do apologize for how I’ve been treating him I just don’t know how to raise a bay,”

Voe still doesn’t respond from behind the door and he takes it upon himself to enter, after removing his shoes. She had to have heard the clicking of his hooves when he entered.

“I am sorry, dear,” he states, standing outside the shower

He hears the running water instead of a response. Alastor undresses, leaving his clothes on the floor and rips open the shower curtain. 

“Ah, shit! What the fuck!”

“Ah shit indeed, is it just me or did death give you a glow-up?” His smirk turns the size of Texas

“What are you doing?”

He steps in with her “I’m sorry, do you not know what this is? I’m taking a shower,” He closes the shower curtain “And you’re ignoring me,” he turns her to face him “And I do not like being ignored,” he turns her back around, slipping the bar of soap from her hands and washing her back “My behavior with Vernon was contemptible I agree, but I do know things about them both. That silly book is riddled with errors. Give me your arm, sweetheart.” He scrubs her arm “First off, Vernon is not allergic to shrimp, it’s peanuts he’s allergic to. Alyson,” he turns her to face him “Is a biter, and they both fall asleep at the same time,” He tilts his head, staring at her as the water rolls down both of their bodies

“What else?”

“They eat raw meat, but I don’t recommend you let them,”

“Why?”

“It makes them hungry for human flesh,” He dips her under the showerhead

She rubs the water out of her eyes “So they’re cannibals?”

“Indeed they are,” he grins at her

Voe smiles a little “Just like their daddy,”

“Yes, indeed. See? I know things about my children,’

Her smile falls “That doesn’t excuse your behavior,”

“I know that It doesn’t. I just…had some reservations about raising a son,”

“Why?”

“I don’t know how to be a father to a son, I never had a role model for it,”

“So you perpetuate the cycle?”

“Not on purpose,”

She swallows “But you’re doing it regardless,”

“Not on purpose,”

“It doesn’t matter,”

“I know it doesn’t,”

“Stop agreeing with me!”

Alastor rolls his eyes and crosses his arms “Would you like to have an argument instead? I understand it’s just difficult for me,”

“But-“

“I have to try, I know,”

She looks down and back up “Where’s the man I married?” she smiles a little

“Right here,” Alastor reaches over and turns the shower off, watching her step out and wrap herself in a towel, she glances back at him with a wink.

The twins awaken the two with their crying, Voe sitting up almost immediately and Alastor only too willing to try and ignore them. She walks over to the crib and tries to pick them up, but they only roll away from her.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” she shushes the babies in their crib “I know you don’t recognize me, but I promise that I’m your Mommy,” she whispers, the babies not being soothed by her promises “I do love you, you know. I know that you don’t remember me but I risked my life for you, and I would do it again. I would give it all up for you,”

They settle at the sound of her singing, falling right back into that peaceful sleep they’d been in before. She watches them, overcome by the beauty that is their innocence when a voice startled her.

“You know your voice is beautiful,”

She jumps a bit and turns to him “You scared me,” she closes her robe

“Aww, I’m sorry,”

She smiles “No you’re not,”

He chuckles “I’m not,” he pulls her back over to the bed and kisses her on the cheek

Voe looks back over to the crib in awe “We made them,” she tilts her head

“Yeah, we did,” he said a hint of sarcasm in his voice

She turns to him “What?”

“Well, you and Lucifer made them,” his smile turns strained

“With your blood,”

“And his,” he points out

Voe closes her eyes for a moment, then turns to face him “I want you to know something. There was a point where I had to choose, and I chose you. I chose you because I can feel it in my soul that I need you always, I desire you, I crave you and I will for eternity. And nothing will ever change that. Yes, I needed Lucifer for this, but I need you Alastor, forever,” 

Alastor takes her face into his hands and passionately kisses her lips. Their mouths move in sync and Voe runs her hands up Alastor’s undercut and through his hair. Alastor pulls her body as close to him as possible by her waist and sits her down on the bed. Voe wraps her legs around his hips pulling his clothed crotch to touch hers, rubbing them together through their slowly wettening clothes. Alastor pulls away from the kiss and Voe reaches for him as he puts up a finger telling her to wait. He kneels and removes her shoes one by one, walks his sharp claws back up her calves, then thighs, and pulls down her trousers to reveal her panties. He takes off his coat, placing it on the bed next to her as he goes back into their kiss. 

Alastor’s hand traveled down past her aching nipples to her dripping cunt. He rubs the slit through the fabric, wetting it with her slick and causing some desperate moans

“Alastor,” Voe breathes out

“Vera,” he breathed back into her open mouth, using the opportunity to invade the space with his tongue, something of a preview for what was to come. His tongue in between her lips, as he focused his fingerwork on her clitoris, rubbing in small gentle circles through her panties. It was his mission to make sure that this pair was ruined so he could keep them. Voe sucks in some air, grabbing her husband’s wrist to make sure he doesn’t stop

“Please,” she begs

“You’ll have to say it louder, my dear,”

“Please,” she pleads

“Hmm?” he asks as he rubs the nub a bit faster

She clutches his arm with all her mind “Please,” it’s just a squeak at this point, too weak from being so close to cumming

“Please, what, darling?”

“Please don’t stop,” Voe choked out before gulping in some air and jerking her hips forward, her cum leaking out into her panties, so much so that Alastor could see her cunt through them.

“You snapped back ma cherie,” he whispers kissing her neck

Alastor’s hand stayed down in that area, pulling the panties off and pocketing them while she gripped his antlers and his tentacles making sure that her legs stayed open while removing his trousers. Voe grinds her hips into the mattress in anticipation, he rolled up his sleeves to give himself two handfuls of her ass and pulls her closer to his lips. Lips that he used to kiss the dripping lips in front of him, the ones between her legs. Voe flinches at the feeling, but quickly desire more, and without exchanging any words Alastor beings to French kiss Voe’s pussy, his tongue filling it to the point where she can’t tell if the wetness is her slick or his saliva regardless, Alastor’s face is covered in the wetness that he doesn’t wipe off until after his kisses his wife once more, making sure she tastes herself.

He removes his shirt and climbs on her, laying them both on the bed. The weight of him on top of her was cool, familiar, and comforting. She wanted him closer. Voe pulls his cock inside her, moaning hungrily at the feeling of him spreading her open as he thrusts inside her slowly.

Alastor chuckles “Mhmm, you like the way your husband gives it to you?”

Voe moans needfully “Mmm yes, love it when my husband gives it to me. Who are you giving it to hmm?”

“My wife, mother of my beautiful children. You’re so pretty, beautiful, gorgeous. So sexy. I want you. I need you,”

“You need me?”

“I need you, I need my wife by my side for all eternity,”

She grabs him, digging her sharp nails into his flesh and drawing a few drops of blood “I love you Alastor,” she grabs his face “Look at me,” pulling his face down so their eyes meet “I love you, I’m yours forever,” 

“I-“

“Don’t say anything, show me,”

He stares licking her up her body, slowly with intention, the intention to taste every bit of her, skin, sweat, blood, all of it. He goes all the way up her neck and stops at her chin. 

“You are absolutely beautiful my Belle,”

“And you are stunning my Beau,” she smiles, knowing that she finally used the term correctly 

Alastor digs his teeth into her, tempted to devour her deliciousness, but only left bites all over, claiming, and marking her as his. 

“Fuck! Vera, what have you done to me?” He cries out

Voe smirks and chuckles, pulling his face back down to look at her “Made you mine,”

Alastor closes his eyes to feel the clenching and twitching walls around his cock, as well as her legs trembling around his torso, he unloads inside her, the clenching and trembling becoming more intense as he does. Voe’s eyes rolled back into her head as her climax took her, and her body fell limp afterward. 

He removes himself from her and kisses her sweaty forehead as she curls up. He watches her for a moment, then goes to run her a warm bath 🛁 with bubbles. 🫧 He picks her up and carries her, placing her in the tub and pulling up her hair. He washed her body, gentle and soft, to not hurt her, and then dried her off and tucked her into her bed, all without a word exchanged between them. They didn’t need to, he already knew what she needed. When she falls asleep, he stays there, watching and caressing her in her first moment of peace since motherhood. He leaned down, kissing her still lips when he suddenly realized.

“Mo laimm twa,” he whispers, rubbing her back as she slept “It took me a while, but I do”

His mouth had said the words before he was even able to process them. He loved her. He does, he loves her. He is certain of it. Voe had managed to do the impossible, make the Radio Demon fall in love. 

[moths-wc-aus]

could i perhaps get some name ideas, suffixes, and prefixes that sort of fit the theme of cats who live in an abandoned barn as their clan camp? i've been calling them fruitclan, since a majority of their territory makes up an old orchard, and their leader is roosterstar

oooo, of course!

for prefixes, a lot of farm animals & foods will do.

pig, chicken, hen, lamb, sheep, cow, piglet, chick, calf, horse, foal, ewe, ram, donkey, mule, goat, and cattle are some animal options. you could also have some prefixes like horn, wool, or bleat.

apple, peach, gourd, squash, grain, wheat, barley, oat, pear, fennel, maize, corn, alfalfa, straw, hay, bean, beet, beetroot, potato, lettuce, parsnip, carrot, and berry are some plant options.

for suffixes, maybe hoof, horn, bleat, chirp, moo? i'd lean into the animal sounds and traits a little more.

some name suggestions; cowchirp, parsnipfur, haypetal, cattlefang, calfbleat, chickenclaw, goathorn, squashflame, maizeleaf, potatowhisker, barleytongue, alfalfanose

hope this helps!!

[hydrate-or-diedrate]

I don't even know what day it is

(It's day 20)

(Specifically of reading homestuck)

Point and click with John wahoo

What are we just going to the crashed car and moving on?

Oh it just wouldn't let me click the arrow for a bit I see

Hi Roxy!

Elevatorstuck, with Meows

sup

I so very badly want to know what their options actually were 👀👀👀

So "something something loss" was the other option great to know x)

Not to be a filthy little Legend of zelda fan in the honestuck live react but this is such "fanon idea Link of link's awakening waking up from the dream and having to battle with himself over whether it was even real" vibes

Off we go, into the blank ass yonder x)

"Rumble royal with mangaka dudebro, lord of the shitwanks" gotta love roxy

John this is very much not the right place or time

WOAH PASSWORD STUFF?

I also can't believe that worked

Vriska and Meenah's friendship is very cute

Slowly rotating horse cylinder

SGDJHDGDJ TEREZI DRAWING HER OWN CHALK OUTLINE LMAOOO

Hi dead Jane!

YES MORE TROLLSONAS

Making OCs at the drop of a hat is self care you can't change my mind because I'm right

Oh fuck you Terezi, I do have to remember the numbers in the passwords >:/

"Ooh, look! Another space tragedy."

Popped into a girl's bedroom, stole a stuffed dragon, nbd

snif

"you don't need him." Well that's vague

Oho? This Jane's story is different than I remember

Oh yeah this is way different

Oh damn funeral time

That I'd such a shallow grave, Rox

The witness has been deployed

HMM THATS A VERY SUSPICIOUS SHADOW

John your extra notes are worrying me

HONK

Uh oh the girlies tripped off a cliff

They rollin

I swear if they do the cheesy "whu oh we fell on top of eachother guess we gotta kiss" thing

GODDAMIT

CUEBALL GO AWAY FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

HELL YEAH JOHN FUCK HER UP

Oh gosh Terezi stop trying to grab the scarf

Karkat is here

Everything is falling apart again aw beans

Ah how I miss when Karkat could be angry about stupid things instead of life threatening things 😌

Awww John and Roxy are holding hands

Aw fuck, bye bye everything I guess

shes8ack, whatever that means

Dang we got the monument valley music and everything

NO JADE I WANT TO KNOW THE WHO DAMMIT

Oh they're not dead?

Vriska!

Okay I guess it has been a while since Caliborn's Fuck Around and Find Out Hour

Homosuck Swan Song

I don't appreciate that Caliborn has apparently drawn pictures of Callies supposed safe space

STOP MOTION?

Shit, this is actually good stop motion! Congrats on developing your style Caliborn (but also fuck u)

"IT LOOKED LIKE I COULD USE MY RAINBOW SEIZURE FIELD TO OVERPOWER HIS MASSIVE GAY HOPE BUBBLE. ALAS."

Yogurtboner

SFJSGDKDJJDKDH CAL CONSPIRACY SEQUENCE

Vriskagram

Okay fine Vriska you're off my shitlist since you've been being a good girl

Help this is too cute

I find it funny how Vriska was so important to shit not going sideways but I still do not appreciate her self-centeredness lol

Them

Lalonde reunionnnn

I just want to mention that we have yet to see Dave bleat like a goat unless I'm stupid and missed it

Piss

[mordodraws]

Bleat Beans n° 42

Don't waste more water... Or else...

[brightlotusmoon]

Here we go, getting Baron Draxum stoned on edibles.

Draxum On Cannabis:

"See?” Draxum looked up at the older turtles. “Told you I could help.”

Donnie sighed. “We didn’t doubt that.”

Mikey flopped his head against the back of the couch. “It’s a lot like when the edibles kick in, but like, deeper, you know? It doesn’t hurt, I can shove it aside."

Donnie was taking notes. Raph crouched in front of Mikey. “So,” he huffed and pulled out a tin of gummies.  “Wanna compare?”

Mikey grinned, suddenly full of spark. “Oooh.”

“…can I try one?” Draxum asked very softly.

They all looked at him with wide eyes.

“Awwwww!” Mikey squeaked.

“Yeah, man!” Raph laughed. “Go for it. It’s blueberry flavor.” Raph held the tin out for everyone. They each took a dark blue square, then looked at Draxum.

Draxum cleared his throat, glancing around as if he was trying to make sure no one else was watching— especially not young Leonardo— before accepting one of them and a getting to look it over with scrutiny, seeming to be judging the proportions and angles as if he were a mathematician teacher studying his students' geometry work.

Raph leaned forward with a very amused smirk. “It’s drugs, dude, you eat it.”

Donnie smacked his shoulder with the back of his hand. “Let him science, bro. Medical psychoactives is an important field of study.”

Draxum frowned. “I need to make sure this isn’t some long-lived elaborate execution scheme.” He snorted impatiently at Raph,  giving his hoof a stubborn clop. “And trying to remember what blueberry tastes like.”

“Elab- you- what?” Raph shook his head. “You seriously think we’re gonna kill you?”

“Why wouldn’t you? You don’t like me.”

“No, but I don’t want you dead!” Raph was genuinely shocked. “You’re a helpful weirdo.”

Mikey inclined his head. “Yeah, what he said. You weirdo.”

“YOU'RE MORE WEIRD THAN I, TURTLE BOY! With your… weirdness and… and turtle-boy-ness!”

“We are weird,” Donnie said proudly. 

“Weirdos Are Us!” Mikey giggled, hands in the air.

Draxum huffed. “Well I’M not weird!” He crossed his arms.

Leo fixed him with a stern gaze. “Not the way we are.” And he flashed a Chesire Cat type grin.

“Why are you doing that?” Draxum whined.

“Because it’s fun.” Leo kept it up.

“Stop it.” Draxum bleated like a baby goat. “It’s scary.”

Raph threw his head back and laughed richly, booming. Leo, still grinning, shook his head. “You’re all right, Draxum. You love our baby brother and we know you want what’s best.”

“Yes. Most of the time at least.” Draxum finally ate the edible He has been holding, not chewing, just swallowing.

“It generally takes humans an hour or so to feel the effects,” Donnie said mildly. “For our bodies, it’s half that.”

“What is it for Yokai?” asked Draxum. 

All four turtles looked at Draxum expectantly.

“You tell us,” Leo said with a shrug.

"…..okay." Draxum said simply with a hum, “I’ve heard from others that aren’t personal experience in any way that it usually takes about ten minutes with the mystic medicinals, so we’ll see.”

Mikey was suddenly perched stiffly on the arm of the couch, face very near Draxum’s. “Might wanna sit down.”

“Why?”

Mikey’s mouth curved up at the edges. “First time effects can be different for everybody. Also, you’re a goat.”

“……Ah.”

Draxum didn’t have time to sit down, just stiffening and falling over like a fainting goat with a final bleat.

Mikey watched it happen. “Called it.”

Leo and Raph had nimbly caught the Yokai and settled him on the floor.

Draxum stayed stiff for a few seconds before reclaiming control of his limbs. “You saw nothing.”

“Saw what?” Donnie asked mildly.

“Exactly.” He snorted; he was already visibly relaxed.

Leo and Raph stayed where they were. 

“Want to sit on the couch or on a bean bag?” Raph offered. 

“You’ll probably start feeling dopey.”

“I’m fine!” He almost tipped over again.

“This is awesome,” Mikey said.

“Wait another ten minutes for it to be hilarious,” Donnie smiled.

After only five minutes, Baron was sat down bleating softly and looking at his fingers with amazed eyes.

“Awwwww, you guys, look at him,” Mikey cooed.

“That’s what Dad did the first time,” Leo noted.

“…. Why do I have so many fingers…” the Yokai pondered as he examined each one. “Five seems like too many….”

Mikey burst into another fit of giggles. “And three isn’t enough.”

Donnie had slumped a little on the couch, his torso pressed into the cushion. “Actual turtles have five…” And he sounded pouty.

“…why don’t you have five?” Draxum asked. 

“Mutagen is weird,” Leo said. All tension had gone out of his voice. He was sitting in a perfect lotus pose. “It’s unknown.”

Drwxum's brow furrowed. “…but your dad has five….”

Leo gave him a long, languid look. “Weird and unknown,” he repeated very slowly.

“….sooooo weird….”

��Yeahhh…. Weirdddddd…” the faun started laughing.

Mikey scooted closer. “Soooo?”

“……yeahhhhhhhh.” Draxum laughed, tumbling onto his back.

“Yeeeaahh?” Mikey knelt by him. “Feeling pretty good, huh?”

“….yeahhh…” Draxum had a massive loose smile, and he was kneading the air like a cat.

Mikey made a long trill and stretched out next to the tall faun. He rested his hands on his plastron. “Glad you like it, Draxy.”

“Meeee likeeee… the colors.” He started laughing.

“Okay, I love this guy,” Raph chuckled.

“I love you toooo.”

They all burst into loud, chittering laughter complete with hoots and clucks, probably waking someone up, not really caring.

“Whaaattt laughing?” Draxum pouted. 

Leo patted his shoulder. “You’re funny.”

“Thanks.” He smiled a goofy smile.

Donnie had begun doing yoga poses on his own, Raph had scooted closer to Mikey and begun massaging his right leg, and Leo was calmly observing, while facing the doorway.

Draxum pointed at Donnie. “What’s the stretchy turtle doing?”

“Yoga,” Donnie said.

"Yoga?"

“YOGA,” Mikey intoned, as deeply as he could.

“It’s just stretching and breathing,” Donnie said, in a Warrior pose.

Donnie repeated the moves. Mikey chanted, “go go!” very softly.

Draxum stood up on wobbly legs and tried to copy.

Mikey coughed to smother a snort.

Raph whispered, “He bends like a tree."

Leo just smiled docilely.

Donnie stopped, calculating. “You’ve never done this sort of thing?”

“Er. Not particularly, no,” Draxum mumbled. 

Donnie set his chin on his fist and hummed. He began to circle Draxum, looking him up and down

Draxum started humming the Jaws theme.

Mikey lost it and yelled out his laughter. “I did that once!”

Draxum sighed. “Young Michelangelo cursed me with modern media references…”

“Yeah, that’ll happen,” Raph said. He helped Mikey to his feet and began helping him through a standard tai chi form.

“I know THAT though.” Draxum declared as he noticed the form.

“That might be easier,” Donnie said. “Yoga has gotten painful for Mikey, but qigong forms are very gentle and less strenuous on traumatized connective tissue.”

“Mmmmm nice.” Draxum smiled. “Good for him.”

“That’s what I say when Donnie says words,” Raph nodded. Donnie continued on his own.

Mikey’s right ankle turned hard and he hissed.

Draxum frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Looks painful.”

“It is,” Mikey said. “But it’s fine.”

“It’s not.”

Raph mouthed “thank you” at Draxum. 

Mikey just shrugged. “You get used to it.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s fine.” Draxum snorted. “I’m sure Yoshi got used to his torment too, after a time.”

Mikey stiffened and stared at the faun. “….oh.”

Raph began rubbing his biceps. “He’s right, you know.”

“Of course I’m right! I am the very model of a warring warrior scientist!” The second part was almost sung.

Mikey’s look of shock morphed to one of delight. “I LOVE parody songs.”

“Thanks! I sang it about destroying the turtles!”

Delight became confusion and disgust. Mikey blinked.

Raph smirked. “Yeah, there’s the villain tendencies.”

“But you’re better than that,” Leo spoke up, looking directly at Draxum.

“I am now, wasn’t then.” He started to hum the song again. “We want those little tuuuuurrrrtles to crush them with our iron fists from Brooklyn to the Bowery Hill and grind them into nothingnessss…” he seemed happy singing, and then got suddenly sad.

“You okay?” Leo asked.

“….I’m sad now.” He pouted, shrinking and crossing his arms.

The others stopped moving and stood around him, Mikey taking his hand and patting it. “That happens. The drug makes you dig up deep thoughts while it relaxes you and all.”

Draxum pressed his face into Mikey. “Mmph.” 

The faun seemed to be crying.

“Oh, okay, we’re sitting.” Mikey rubbed his back, leading him to the couch.

Draxum softly bleated. “Whyyyyyyyy…”

"Why are we sitting or why in general?" Mikey asked.

“Eruhhhhhh…. First’n.”

“We’re sitting on the couch because it is comfy and you are sad,” Mikey told him.

“Mm. Comfy couch.” Draxum melted into the cushion.

On his other side, Leo stared at his head. “Can I touch your ear?”

“…why?”

“Because it looks soft and fuzzy."

“….okay.”

Leo very carefully, very gently stroked Draxum’s ear with a fingertip. “That’s all.”

The ear flicked into the touch, and Draxum gave a soft snort.

“Told you he’s fuzzy,” Mikey grinned.

“Fluffy,” Draxum said. Not fuzzy.”

“Fluffy,” Leo nodded.

“Yes. Very.” He started petting his ears.

Leo tilted his head. “Ears are weird.”

“Heyyyyy.” Draxum pouted.

“Yeah,” Mikey chirped, tapping his own ear slit.

“My ears are beautiful!”

“Yours are,” Raph said, pointing.

“Mmmmya. And puppy ears. Puppy ears are cute.”

“Puppy ears are an excellent tactile source of oxytocin,” Donnie supplied, hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

“Mmmm words….” Draxum closed his eyes. “Gargoyles are like puppies. That’s funny.”

“Explain,” Donnie said.

“They’re good to pet. And they like protecting their owners, and they eat from the garbage, and Sleep in little beds by the fireplace…”

“Awwwww,” they all chorused.

Mikey reached over to squeeze Draxum’s hand. “Where are they?”

“….yeah….”  Draxum said very softly.

“I don’t know. I miss them.”

The four turtles hung their heads in solidarity. 

Donnie suddenly sprung up and took off. Moments later he was back, and dumped Klunk onto Draxum’s lap. He returned to his place on the couch exactly.

“….kitten.” Draxum said simply, staring at the kitten.

“Kitten,” Mikey agreed.

“Kitten!” Raph grinned.

“Why kitten?” Draxum wondered. 

Donnie leaned sideways, until his head was on Mikey’s shoulder. “You said you miss your gargoyles, who you said are like puppies. We don’t have a puppy but we have a kitten.”

“…..they’re not the same though. Fluffy.” He pet Klunk’s ear.

“No they are not,” Donnie confirmed. 

Mikey began to stroke Klunk's head.

“….he is vibrating.” Draxum commented when Klunk started purring.

“He’s purring,” Leo explained.

“Wwwwwhy?”

“No one really knows,” Donnie said. “The prevailing theory involves multiple vocal cords.”

“….it’s nice.” Draxum very very carefully pet Klunk along his back.

As Klunk’s purring grew stronger, Leo began scritching the kitten's chin. “It’s healing.”

“I sense no mystic properties in this purr.”

“Vibration,” Donnie said. “It’s physics.”

“Vibration is healing?”

“Yes,” and Donnie's eyes lit up brightly. "As much as it is destructive."

“Hmmm…” Draxum considered, and he picked up Klunk by his scruff. “Acceptable.“

Klunk mewled his upset and wriggled.

Leo helpfully put his large hand under the kitten.

Donnie abruptly pulled out his tablet. “Let me introduce you to Bill Nye The Science Guy.”

“Who is this Nye of the science?” Draxum demanded. 

The tablet was placed in his lap, Donnie eagerly tapping play on the first episode.

Raph softly chanted, “Bill! Bill! Bill!”

“....so I take it his name is Bill.”

Mikey and Donnie were now piled next to him. “His name is Bill,” Mikey giggled.

“Mm. And no personal space, lovely. If I had horns I’d headbutt all of you.”

“No you wouldn’t,” Mikey said.

“Yes I would. Just like this. Nya.” He bunted Mikey gently with his head.

Donnie lifted his head from Mikey’s shoulder and snorted in amusement. “That’s a cat.”

"I am no such thing! I am a faun! I think."

“You mean like the Greek myths?” Leo asked.

“Yes, I suppose.” Draxum hummed. “It’s the closest to what I am, I think. I’m not entirely sure WHAT exactly I am, though. I know there’s no others that look like me. None that remain, anyway.”

There was silence from the turtles. Raph cleared his throat. “Yeah, that sucks.“

Draxum shrugged. “It is what it is," he said, “I learned to live with it in isolation. Until my goyles, of course. And then Big Mama, and Hamato Yoshi.”

“Relationship and connection is important,” Leo said.

“Mm. Wasn’t so much for me growing up. Didn’t bother with companionship until I was grown.”

“And look how you turned out,” Raph snarked. Donnie snorted.

“Perfect?”

Mikey grinned. “Sure, what the hell.”

“Exactly! See, the orange one agrees!”

Mikey patted his shoulder. “Sarcasm, dude.”

“I’ll just ignore that, then.”

"We'll help you figure it out. Sarcasm is a fine art." Mikey grinned.

“Then I MUST LEARN IT!” Draxum intoned. 

Mikey decided to cuddle up to him. “Well, then, hit play on the next episode.”

Draxum hit the screen.

“…no, not like that.” Mikey went deadpan.

Leo burst into wild laughter, doubling over.

Sighing, Mikey showed Draxum how to “LIGHTLY TAP” the screen. He held up his finger and repeated softly, “lightly.”

Draxum tapped, completely missing the right button and accidentally closing out the tab.

“I broke it.”

“No, dude, you just closed the tab, we can bring it back up. Here.” Mikey was patient as he demonstrated.

“MAGIC MAN BROUGHT BACK THE SCIENCE BILL!”

“Wh- I’m not magic,” Mikey said, genuinely puzzled. That set Raph off laughing. Donnie, utterly reclined with his long legs out, snorted a few times. Leo was just watching, head propped in his hand.

“Well, ‘mystic’ if you’re asking for the correct terminology,” said Draxum. 

“But I…” Mikey thought about this. “Yeah, okay. Guess there’s not much difference between that and psionic powers like in comic books.”

“The only difference is in the words.” Draxum nodded.

Donnie grinned. “I told you so. Clarke’s Third Law strikes again.” Mikey stuck his tongue out at him.

“Who is Clark? How many laws had he made?”

Donnie took a deep breath. Mikey held up a hand. He minimized the Nye video, pulled up a search page, and typed in Clarke’s Third Law.

Draxum grinned. “Ah, the strange technology will report all to me!”

“You know who Draxy sounds like?” Raph asked.

“Orson Welles?” Donnie asked. “Jules Verne? Nostradamus?”

Raph paused. “Actually, yeah. Like a science fiction writer from the 19th century.”

“I’ve met a couple of those.” Draxum commented absently.

“You did not, shut up!” Mikey gasped. “Really?”

“Well, yes, many Yokai are very long lived…”

“It would make sense,” Donnie said. “Imagine actually existing alongside Clarke himself, or Isaac Asimov. Or hell, Ray Bradbury.”

“Lost in the geek sauce,” Raph grinned.

“Oh, hush, I saw you reading Joseph Campbell,” Donnie smirked.

Raph sniffed. “I like talking about mythology and archetypes. I am a cultured brute squad.”

“You are indeed a brute squad unto yourself.”

“Well, most of the ones you know would be human.” Draxum said. 

“A few were Yokai, living out their days in their shifted form, and others were famous to Yokai but probably unknown to you.”

Raph’s eyes suddenly bulged. “Nawww, don’t tell me, Lovecraft?”

“Yes. And Shakespeare, Edgar Allen…” he started listing off.

“What!” Leo gasped.

“Aww, no way,” Mikey giggled.

“Is it so astonishing?”

“Well, no,” Mikey said. “Not when you think about it. But humans love conspiracy theories.”

[systemtermz]

Hiss vocal, Roar Vocal, Bleat Vocal?

Weh!!

-Beans

[angeltoroa]

Hot Mocha

Crowley handed a takeaway cup of mocha to Aziraphale, coils of steam floated up in the cold air as they walked along the river together.

"Mmn, yum." The angel said, rubbing his lips together after the first chocolaty sip, "Amazing."

"Hmm? What is?" Crowley asked.

"The coffee, obviously, but just how clever humans are to come up with these things, chocolate from the Americas, coffee from Africa...how very clever." He opened up the lid. Crowley ripped open the sugar packet for Aziraphale, pouring it in for him, "You don't say?" ~~ "So, you're saying if I drink what the cow is making-" "Milk, yes." Crowley stood beside the farmer watching the cow feeding her calf. "-Then I can have more food all winter?" "Well yes, you have to turn it into cheese first to preserve it all winter, here, try some." The demon tempted the farmer with some cheese. She nibbled on it and her eyes opened wide, "Not just milk and cheese, but cream and butter as well." "Show me." The farmer insisted and Crowley smirked. He'd neglected to tell her to make the cheese, she'd have to removed the calf so it wouldn't take all the milk; to use the rennet of the calf's stomach to separate curds and whey; that they'd need to clear the forest for more land and more cows; that she can't quite digest the milk properly yet. Little moments of suffering for Hell. ~~ "Just eat the berries you dumb animal." Crowley shoved the berry bush into the goat's face. "BLEEEEEEEH!" The goat bleated and bounced off the demon and the rock. He sighed, it was hard trying to wrangle overcaffeinated goats at the best of times. "What's going on here?" An Ethiopian shepherd was coming over to inspect the goats and Crowley dropped the coffee berries and turned himself into a snake, sliding out of sight. The shepherd raised his torch and suppressed a yawn. Slowly, he looked at the berries, then back to the hyperactive goats, then back to the berries. The shepherd picked up the berries and brought them back towards his camp. Mildly addicting, from now on millions of people would look to coffee to get them through the day, the withdrawal of it would cause numerous arguments between spouses and coworkers. More little moments of suffering from Hell. ~~

The man looked at Crowley skeptically, taking the charred stick of what was a stringy, tough weed from the Demon's hands. He chewed it and exclaimed, "It's so sweet!" He picked out the splinters from his tongue. "If you process it enough, it becomes this." Crowley sprinkled fine white sugar from a pouch into the man's hand. The man licked up the sugar from his palm and Crowley could see the man's eyes dilate, "Good, huh? Better than honey." "How much processing is required?" "You'll need teams of people, and it's hard hot work, believe me." Crowley shrugged, waving his hand in the hot, humid climate. "I think I have an idea, I need cheap labour and I know where to get it." The man said, and Crowley smirked again. Teams of cheap labour were also called slaves. More suffering for Hell and another commendation for Crowley. ~~ Crowley opened up the shell of the cacao plant, taking out the white beans inside, "Xocolātl." He said, offering it to the people. They all took a small bean and once it was in their mouth, they smiled at each other happily. "It's so nice." "Ah, but not as nice as what drinks you can make out of the nibs." Crowley offered up the cup of frothing chocolate drink; the smell itself was inciting and seemed to draw the villagers in. They all had a sip from the cup and immediately they were asking the demon on how it was created. Worth its weight in gold, Crowley thought, there would be suffering like no one in Hell had ever seen. ~~ Aziraphale stirred his sugar into the mocha, "I could be naughty and add a second packet." The demon who spent most of his years tempting others to eat what they shouldn't offered another packet of sugar to the angel, "Here, the things I do for you, I swear." He grinned.

[changingplumbob]

Chopra Household: Chapter 6, Part 9

Time for Savannah and Mercedes to head off for their first day of school while Cassandra battles a bug.

If Viola is attempting to say something it will be in brackets, otherwise you can assume it's just trying out sounds Mercedes has a speech delay and may get words wrong, correct wording will be in brackets if that is the case Savannah aka Honeybee Mercedes aka Little Ladybug Viola aka Green Bean

Cluckton: *crows* Hear ye, hear ye! First day of school for the kiddos

Squidge: *clucks* so what

Cluckton: *clucks* don’t sass me young lady, you’re still young enough to peck

The girls get up and ready. Since the lot has simple living turned on it’s leftovers for breakfast rather than cereal.

Rahul: Why are you in here Mercedes

Mercedes: I know mama is sick, I just want to tell her I love her before school

Rahul: The watcher won’t let her die from a cold, I promise

After a while Cassandra wakes and hugs Mercedes for good measure before heading for the shower.

Mercedes: Papa?

Rahul: Yes little ladybug

Mercedes: What if no one likes me at school

Rahul: What makes you think anyone wouldn’t like you

Mercedes: I get my words mixed

Rahul: Mercedes, you are a wonderful unique girl and anyone who can’t see that doesn’t deserve a friend as special as you

Mercedes: Are we still going to the doctor after school

Rahul: Yes, just to make sure your mama and I are doing everything we can to support you. Come on, I want a photo of my girls in their new uniforms

Here they are! Off to Henford public school, looking neat as pins. Savannah is excited and promises to stick with her more nervous twin for the day. They become best friends forever!

Rahul: What are you doing

Cassandra: Changing and feeding Viola

Rahul: But my darling you’re sick

Cassandra: Yes but I have the day off work now-

Rahul: Because you’re sick...

Cassandra: *sighs* fine big guy, I’ll nap, will that make you happy

Rahul: Yes please. Pass Viola here, I can watch over her for today

Cassandra: Thank you. I love you

Rahul: I love you to, say bye bye Viola. Can you say bye bye mama

Viola babbles but still no words yet. She stays in the back carrier while Rahul sorts out his own breakfast and washes up.

Rahul: You know green bean, you can’t keep quiet forever. You’ll have to talk to me some day

Viola: be la du du (bubbles tickle)

Rahul: Who wants duckie? Can you say duckie for papa

Viola: ah ah (duckie)

Rahul: Alright Viola. I have to take care of the animals for mama so you’ll have to stay on your playmat

Viola: ge lu doo (but that chicken is looking at me)

Rahul: Come one, come all! Food time friends! Food time!

Cluckton: *crows* you heard the man

Viola giggles and begins to play on her mat while the animals mill around her, bleating clucking and crowing at her. Rahul collects the eggs and discovers someone laid a golden egg! Not a hatchable one but a good sign for the future.

Rahul: Charlie! Are you here for a cutting of something

Charlie: Just wanted a break from the snow. The garden is going pretty good though

Rahul: I can’t believe you’re doing an indoor garden, surely that’s going against nature

Charlie: The saplings wouldn’t like the snow Rahul

Rahul: Still, there are plants that grow in the snow and-

Charlie: Umm… is your infant meant to look like that

Viola: *whimpers* de na loo (why do I hurt)

Rahul: Oh no! Viola, are you alright? Papa is here. Oh damn, Cass is sick, I better take her to the doctors just to be safe

Charlie: Feel better soon little one. Give my love to Cass yeah

Rahul: Will do. Come here green bean, up we go!

After her nap Cassandra is feeling brighter so decides to try and finish her latest piano song. After a while Rahul brings Viola in. Apparently the poor love has an ear infection. He’s given her the antibiotics but there’s not much else to do but wait. Cassandra tries to distract her with singing and playing and Viola manages to push herself up on all fours now and then.

After having a… moment when she arrived home, Mercedes goes with Rahul to the psychologist. Savannah meanwhile settles down to do her homework by the pile of presents that came in the mail. Rahul and Mercedes get home with the news that Mercedes is a gifted student. This will come with benefits and consequences. While Henford public school may be able to cater to her, there is the possibility of sending her somewhere more academic focused if that’s what she wants.

Savannah: Does this mean you’ll be the smartest kid in class

Mercedes: I don’t know, my words are still trippy (tricky)

Savannah: Not everything needs words though. Hey if you can understand math give me some help okay

Mercedes: I still have to be learned (taught) things first. But they said I might be able to get into a flash school

Savannah: Wait… then we’d be apart!

Mercedes: I didn’t say I would

Savannah: I mean I want you to be good but you’re my twin, I want to be with my bestie every day

Rahul: Girls! Dinner! Come and get it

Savannah: Papa does Mercedes have to go to a different school

Rahul: Not if she doesn’t want to

Mercedes: I don’t want to be away from Savannah

Rahul: Your mama has been too sick to talk to but I imagine she’ll agree it’s best to wait and see how you settle into Henford first

Savannah: Good! We had such fun tricking kids on the playground today

Rahul: *not amused* Did you now

Mercedes: Yes! We both imagined (pretended) to be one person

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[deaddee-anime-brownfanlady]

INDIE ANIMATIONS SPOTLIGHT SHOWCASE!

Want to showcase and give some more attention to different indie animation I’ve discovered or seen also heard of. Just want to give these projects and new animated works more eyes on them.  Heroes of Tomorrow's by Jaculynn Kristansen.

Bleating Heart. By Allie Vanaman (Vanimation)

THE EBONY WITCH By Lydiah Mugure.

Alien and Eve by Ty Kingrose ( TyFord)

Nori and ZiN by SharpyTown.

JUNO by Hannah Mccall

The Howling Hoods by Michael Hegwood

Wundor: Rainbow Ryft by Vincent R Treptow.

ToonZ by Greezy

Mirrored by Doodled and LoreRat

So Once Was I by Mori Garden and Stars C

Malco by Malcolm Thomas

Chucky Chicken by Michael Cook

Tóraíocht: A conceptual trailer. by Wynn Kelly-Buttfield

VIRAL GENESIS by Jodi Kuchenbecker

Chew Gum by Shane Curry

King CockRoach by Tom Smith

Towards Galaxy's End by Kennedy Freeman

Odyssey: A Tale of Four Worlds by Jack Machiridza

MidMortis by Meg Boudreau

Fate by Josh "OrangeOctopus"

Face and Bean by Tmoj Official

Revamped by Shannon Mowatt

We Are The Road Crew by Ryan Nicholson

Fragmented Trinity by Irziru

The West Patch by Hannah and Rachel Mangan

TallyHo! by SkullHareStudios

Hugo's Mind Palace by Alistair Boubli

The Will of Monsters by Christopher Wade

Wild Card by Alex Bahrawy