#but my body is crashing ough

[amatres]

[morballs]

I think that people frequently tend to forget that Mackenzie is a little shit in the WM campaign, both through the few player choices and just in normal dialogue and cutscenes

[alan-in-the-outernet]

Ok, that parasite in a stick idea will not leave my head, so.. idk I’ll add more stuff, or something.

It most likely showed up on the planet due to the depleting magic across the universe, and searched, flying towards the planet for a long time, depleting its own energy to the point where it was as small as a sticks nub.

It crashed into a village, after falling to the planet. When it came across its first host, it watched them for a while first— it could tell this would need to be different, it can’t just suck out the energy and move on this time. Though there may be an abundance of life.. it felt like it should plan for the future.

It was messy, those first few hosts it claimed, reports of sticks arms and legs bending in odd angles, bones cracking, staring with an eerie glow, small flashes of the illusions it’s mind is known for around it. It did not know anything about sticks, or how they function, those first few years, or decades were met with many, many times where its host body was either burned at the stake, or hunted down. It needed to adapt, and FAST.

So it watched, for a long time, trying to figure out what makes sticks tick, what is considered ‘normal’ and ‘correct’. Eventually, its facade became much more convincing..

If you have even more thoughts please share because I am loving this...

It's so hecking spooky... and yeah, it would have to learn fast... not learning fast means hosts die quickly... which means less magic absorbed... or potentially getting found and contained or killed...

Have to learn... have to adapt... ough..

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 20 - Linger

Chapter summary: In the wake of the day's chaotic events, Dook and Beach Bear share a quiet moment together. A/N:

20 chapters......... ough i continue my tradition of posting in bursts and then probably disappearing for 2 months. we're starting a new arc now (possibly our last major one???) and I know exactly where I want it to end up... but it might take me a minute to figure out how we get there lol. bear with me, and in the meantime enjoy this current arc's end! :]

Chapter word count: 1,677 <- Chapter 19 - Chapter 21 -> Read it on AO3!

Despite being in a new, unfamiliar space, Dook expected to sleep through the night with no issue, given he’d been drinking. But still, he ends up groggy, but undeniably awake in Beach Bear’s old bed. He sighs quietly.

This room isn't set up too differently from Beach Bear’s back home. The bed in the center of the back wall is a size smaller than the one at home, and is bookended by two nightstands with lamps. To the left, a set of drawers against the wall, adorned with stickers and colorful paint. The wall across from the bed is the door out, with a bookshelf on either side. The shelf on the left side contains books, the other board games and toys. The wall to the right is only a sliding door that leads to a balcony. Dook is laying on his left side, but he can still see the moonlight casting itself into the room through the glass door.

He idly studies the way the covers of the bed obscure the moonlight and cast shadows onto the floor. He can make out his own silhouette, the side of his body contributing to a section of shadows. The idle thought almost puts him back to sleep– until Dook sees another shadow behind his shift. It's fainter. Like it came from outside.

Dook sits up now, turning to look at Beach Bear sleeping on his other side. Beach Bear isn't in bed. Instead, he's standing on the balcony, head low, leaning his forearms on the railing. Dook watches him for a moment like this. He can't read his expression from here… Finally, he gets out of bed and approaches the balcony.

“...Beach Bear?” He calls quietly, not wanting to startle him. Beach Bear doesn't move an inch.

Dook walks up to the railing now, on Beach Bear's right side. The night is cool… Dook shivers a bit. Beach Bear probably has a higher tolerance to cold, doesn't he? Either way, he seems unfazed by the temperature. Dook realizes he's waiting for Beach Bear to says something, to tell him what's wrong, but Beach Bear hasn't offered anything yet. He hasn't even acknowledged Dook’s presence yet.

Dook recalls the day they've had. What a mess. Beach Bear must have that on his mind– Dook knows he definitely had a subpar time. Beach Bear seemed to be talking it well, all things considered. If he didn't find him upset afterwards, it might be more worrying.

“Hey,” Dook offers, “we leave tomorrow, y'know.”

“It's not that,” Beach Bear says, his voice breaking slightly. He turns his face from Dook a bit, and his shoulders tense just a touch more. And his voice… Dook's never heard it like this before, but Beach Bear sounds… sad. He sounds hurt. Something in Dook hurts too, hearing him like this.

If it's not his family, then what could it be…? Dook thought things were looking up for them. Beach Bear’s almost entirely healed from the crash now– there are times Dook forgets about it now. But… While he's healed physically, maybe… Beach Bear hasn't healed emotionally yet. Maybe his parents are just what tipped the scale for him.

Dook wishes he could take it all back. None of this would be happening if it weren't for him. His head throbs, a reminder of the wine still lingering in his system, and he shuts his eyes. He couldn't stop himself then, and he couldn't stop himself now. How many times does he need to fuck up for him to learn? How many times does he need to hurt Beach Bear for him to quit? Is drinking himself to death the only way to stop? It doesn't matter if Beach Bear doesn't blame him– he blames himself. None of this would've happened if Dook had never blown that money…

They've been standing in silence together for a minute now. He knows apologizing will do no good. Beach Bear would just refuse it again, he'd say it's no one's fault. But Dook can't stand doing nothing. He has to do something, try to take this pain from him somehow.

Dook silently reaches over toward Beach Bear, his hand coming to rest on his back.

Beach Bear trembles for a moment before finally letting out a sob.

Dook huffs hearing this, but still says nothing. Words do little here, he knows. He just wants to be here for him. He moves closer, offering his presence. Beach Bear pulls away from the balcony and pulls Dook into a tight hug just as the rest of his emotion bubbles over. Dook is completely enveloped as Beach Bear holds him and cries openly. Dook can feel the way it shakes him with each sob, the shuddering breaths in between, can feel his heart beating heavy in his chest… He feels Beach Bear's fur pressed against him, soft and warm and comfortable. He hopes that despite being smaller than Beach Bear, he can bring some similar comfort to him.

Dook has heard Beach Bear cry before, but not like this. He cries now as if he can't bear to hide any of it anymore. It's pure emotion… raw pain and fear and grieving. Even if the crash was no one's fault, it still hurt him… he still cries for what could've been avoided. Under all the optimism Beach Bear has held over these months, he held this the entire time, too. This whole time, he was just as scared and angry with his situation as Dook thought he could never be. It's relieving, in a way, to know Beach Bear feels these things too. He's not some perfect, infallible, cool guy– he's just a person, too. Some wall has finally come down between them. Is this the last one? Is this the barest part of Beach Bear’s soul? It doesn't matter, Dook thinks idly. The greater picture he holds about him seems to slip away now– all that matters right now is this.

Beach Bear’s hand moves to the back of Dook’s head, gently pressing against it and keeping him held against his chest. Dook closes his eyes, fully accepting the embrace now. It's selfish, but he finds relief in it. Beach Bear strokes the back of his head now, slowly. It seems like petting Dook like this is helping him– Dook listens as his breathing begins to calm just a touch. He remains still and quiet, open to being there in whatever way he can– and silently hoping he never stops touching him like this.

Even after Beach Bear stops crying, he doesn't let go. He presses his nose into the top of Dook's head, holding him like if he let go, he'd start crying all over again. Holding him like he's bringing him strength. If they weren't outside in the cold like this, Dook could find himself falling asleep this way. Maybe Beach Bear feels the same, the way his touch lingers on Dook. If him crying was the only reason for hugging Dook in the first place, he would've let go by now. But instead, they both just… linger.

Eventually, someone does have to move. Beach Bear finally loosens his grip on Dook, letting his arms fall back to his sides.

“...Thank you,” he says. His voice still sounds tired, but less tense. He isn't quite looking at Dook.

Dook takes Beach Bear’s hand, distantly hoping it'll trigger a second hug. “Don't mention it,” he says. “You okay?”

Beach Bear nods silently, still not making eye contact, his expression still sad. Dook takes his other hand. He's not sure what to lead Beach Bear’s mind to. They should go back to bed, he knows. But Beach Bear probably wants some space, too.

“You can sleep in the bed,” Dook says. “I really don't mind the chair.”

Beach Bear shakes his head. “I want you there,” he says, his voice low.

“I… I'd just be taking up space in the bed.”

“I want you there,” Beach Bear repeats, a touch stronger now. He squeezes Dook’s hands gently. Dook looks down at their hands, then back to Beach Bear– he's finally looking back at him.

“...Okay,” Dook says.

They both linger like this for another moment, before Beach Bear moves to go back inside. Dook follows him, and is quickly grateful to be out of the cold. They climb back into bed together, Beach Bear on his side to face Dook, Dook on his back. Neither seem to know what to say, so no one says anything. Dook isn’t sure if he enjoys the feeling of their interaction hanging over them like this. He stares up at the ceiling, tracing the cracks in the paint with his eyes, trying to clear his mind. When it doesn’t work, he glances back over to Beach Bear. He’s asleep again already.

Dook keeps finding himself like this, he realizes. And each time, he finds himself at a loss for what’s truly in Beach Bear’s mind. What does he see in him, if anything? Dook doesn’t see much good in himself– but Beach Bear trusts him. For the life of him, Dook can’t seem to understand why. If he does like him back… if he does have feelings for him, too… What's stopping Beach Bear from confessing? Even the thought of Beach Bear having feelings for Dook makes Dook feel selfish and presumptuous.

He considers just… asking him. He considers just confessing his feelings. If it’s reciprocated, he’ll have saved them both from having to wait any longer. But if not…? They wouldn’t be able to look at each other the same afterward. Dook couldn’t do that to their relationship– especially not when they’re still living together and in a band together.

But still, the thought of being able to get it off his chest is nice. Maybe someday, if he ever feels sure Beach Bear feels the same way. He’d confess and they’d hold each other the way they did just now– for the first time, sharing affection because something good happened. What a thought.

[spaceratprodigy]

OC Questionnaire

Thank you for the tags @bleumanouche @darkfire1177 @hibernationsuit 💖💕

👇🖤 Faith and Iris Fun Facts! 🖤👇

Name:

❤ - Faith Hawthorne (abandoned her Earth last name in an attempt to detach herself from her former life)

💜 - Iris (never gave her a last name tbh)

Nickname(s):

❤ - Faith: Captain, Cap, Boss

💜 - Iris: Pip, Sunshine, Charmer

Gender:

❤ - Faith: cis woman but fluid in how she likes to present herself

💜 - Iris: cis woman (and currently on her journey of self discovery regarding how she likes to present herself)

Star Sign:

❤ - Faith: Leo

💜 - Iris: n/a (her birthday is undecided at the moment and I can't go by when I created her bc most of y'all don't know just how long she's actually been around [since I was a kid tbh she was kinda sorta technically my Very First lone wanderer])

Height:

❤ - Faith: around 5' 6" methinks

💜 - Iris: oughhh I am genuinely inconsistent with her when I'm drawing bc I can never decide What I Actually Want buuuut lmao let's ballpark somewhere around 5' 8" give or take I'm so bad at this

Orientation:

❤ - Faith: bisexual

💜 - Iris: bisexual + poly

Nationality:

❤ - Faith: American (but has immediate family from Puerto Rico)

💜 - Iris: American (undecided where her family comes from)

Favorite Fruit:

❤ - Faith: cherries, watermelon

💜 - Iris: blueberries, apples, oranges

Favorite Season:

❤ - Faith: spring and fall (she loves the gentle warmth, sunshine, and blooming flowers of spring but really loves the coziness and the colors of fall)

💜 - Iris: fall and winter (she really favors the colder weather and the darkness that swallows up everything)

Favorite Flower:

❤ - Faith: peonies, spider lillies, sunflowers, roses

💜 - Iris: irises, hydrangeas, hyacinths, lily of the valley

Favorite Scent:

❤ - Faith: vanilla and sweet bakery smells, old books and paper smells, a nice cologne, the smell of the forest when she would go hiking on Earth, gasoline

💜 - Iris: gentle floral scents, wood and sawdust, the smells of spices and nice hearty soups cooking, petrichor

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate:

❤ - Faith: Tea

💜 - Iris: Coffee

Average Hours of Sleep:

❤ - Faith: very little generally, she can wake up early at the same time every day without fail bc of her body's weird internal clock but she struggles with insomnia + nightmares and is often Very Exhausted

💜 - Iris: ough my girl pushes herself way too hard and doesn't have a healthy sleep schedule and will honestly keep going until she just crashes for HOURS in a deep sleep and it worries her companions (for her safety especially but also bc they know she talks in her sleep and she also has nightmares frequently)

Dog or Cat Person:

❤ - Faith: both!

💜 - Iris: dogs preferably!

Dream Trip:

❤ - Faith: anywhere she could see the stars or get lost in the woods

💜 - Iris: if she could, everywhere tbh! Iris is adventurous and loves traveling but pre-war she did dream of going on a road trip across the country

Favorite Fictional Character:

❤ - Faith: if the poster above her bunk wasn't proof enough, she has a fondness for Archibald Excelsior (HOWEVER my one half-joking half-serious answer is Inigo Montoya bc I mean c'mon)

💜 - Iris: nowadays she absolutely adores The Silver Shroud!

Number of Blankets They Sleep With:

❤ - Faith: 2 usually! The one that used to belong to Alex Hawthorne and one that she "borrowed" from Max (i.e. his blanket he covered her up with during one of her bad insomnia nights when she had finally fallen asleep and she never returned it [she doesn't want to admit it helps her fall asleep better bc it smells like him and it makes her feel safe and calm])

💜 - Iris: it depends honestly! I would say usually 1 or 2 but it depends a lot on the weather, if she's sleeping at home base or out on the road making camp, depends who all she's sleeping with that night

Random Fact:

❤ - Faith: studied electrical engineering and mechanical engineering in college

💜 - Iris: I've been exploring the idea of Nicky being the one to give Iris her current haircut

open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!

[agoobersretreat]

Stomp, stomp. Fubuki was generally pretty active for a girl so utterly ginormous, waddling with speed and excitement. The happiest little mountain of flab one would ever see. Best to bring that energy to her first lunch, after a-

Whoop! CRASH!

"Ough... Mmmmphm..." Fubuki lay collapsed on the floor in a humongous heap, spread out over her side and her face hugging the ground. Did she trip?

"Mmmnngh... Hhhngh, oh, my..." The hefty bunnygirl wobbled and kicked her legs as she tried to right herself, failing to flop either onto her back or right both of her hands on the ground; too much of her own fat was in the way, complicating things, and she was feeling significantly heavier than usual. "Huff.... A hand, please?"

Someone willing to brave pulling her up volunteered. Fubuki grabbed onto their arms, straining. "MMMMnghhh!" Almost barely pulling them down into the softness currently bogging her down, she successfully got on her feet and slowly rose, sighing hard with relief.

"My apologies... perhaps I ought to walk slower..." Fubuki slowly stood up, still panting. She rubbed her belly, which had taken the brunt of the force from her fall. Somehow, it felt more distended than usual. Well, anyways, onto lunch!

Hmmm? Where was Miq, one might ask? Nowhere special.

Just inside her stomach.

A day out while the weather was beautiful was just what the doctor ordered, so to say! Nice and sunny, the cool breeze and no rain! No humidity, either! It's perfect!

Miq was walking along the path just taking it all in, enjoying all the nature and people out and about. It made such a wonderful time out even more special! Though, she definitely wondered why she felt a sort of rumbling coming her way. She soon sees the source, albeit a little too late! They crash together and Miq is knocked back...but not far enough.

Before she knows it, her sunny day is plunged into darkness. It sort of happened so fast that she couldn't figure out what had taken place, at first. As soon as she could hear and feel a heartbeat all around her, the other sounds and feelings of being inside someone's body like she's used to and how dark it was? She knew exactly what had happened.

She had been accidentally shoved into that giant cutie's stomach somehow and now here she is. An accidental meal for the poor girl who also fell face-first onto her, which means being squashed and jostled around good as the poor woman is struggling to get up on her own. Thankfully, someone comes to help and they're soon both upright enough.

The poor goober is stunlocked into embarrassment and flusterations, unable to really start fighting or pushing around to get the larger woman's attention. Hopefully she will, eventually, but for now? She is unwillingly joining Fubuki for a lunch date, even if the mountainous cutie also doesn't realize she's there.

[bluiex]

OKAY SO (i did btw in fact day dream up a whole one shot for the fob song with the hero au because ough showers are good for fic planning but it would be a MONSTER of a one shot and my brain is tired soooooo here's everyone's powers and the plot instead lmao)

in a world where becoming a super hero is just as likely a career path as a doctor, scar is the newest hero to join an elite legion of heroes protecting yet another major metropolis.

his spot was secured on the team as part of a campaign deal with the newest mayor (jellie, who's a human in this 100% because i thought it would be funny). scar saved a lot of people in exchange for his open support of her election. Mumbo (Cyborg Human) Weapon/Power: kept various gadgets and tools on hand, has some built into his body (like his shield) Notes: he's taken a step back from the front line in favor of working on the team's tech and a "slightly" unethical experiment he's been struggling with. Impulse (Human) Weapon/Power: electric magnetic gauntlets, the tank of the group Notes: advocates for more transparency in regards to their work to the general public, dislikes the secrecy of it all. Pearl (Alien) Weapon/Power: shadow hopping + star reading Notes: crash landing from a planet light years away, pearl considers the team to be her new family that she would defend at all costs. Grian (Human, Clone) Weapon/Power: avian body, later dream hopping and illusion powers Notes: originally known as poultry man, his first body was killed but preserved. various clones of himself have been made, though none as fully evolved as this version. has a different alias now. Scar (Vex Hybrid) Weapon/Power: archery + body phasing (can pass through walls) Notes: keeps his vex half a secret due to public distrust in the species, also uses re-chargable leg braces to walk the one shot would follow the plot of grian regarding scar with suspicion when he joins the team, and the rest of the team trying to figure out who keeps sending drones after them.

drones that suspiciously, scar has been the only one to figure out how to destroy; a specific electric frequency that can be fired from custom arrows his brother (cub) made him. scar has various trick arrows, the very first one he showed off being a smoke bomb one.

nepotism is strong with him ok

it culminates with pearl having a vision of a person who "emits blindness" with a strange symbol over their head. later, the team are led to a trapped fake enemy base that's riddled with wild vex that try to kill them; grian has to rush in to save scar when the power line on his leg braces are strangely cut, when scar finally confesses to being a hybrid by talking the wild vex down from murder.

grian eventually chooses to face down scar alone, with pearl waiting in the wings as back up. the confrontation ends with grian flung from a 7 ft story building, dead, and a horror-struck scar looming over him.

but something doesn't feel right about that death, right? something seems... off. :)

(sorrry this got so long i got excited ok i kinda wanna write this now actually)

I'M ROLLING AROUND- I'M BEGGING YOU TO WRITE IT!! /nf

Like bro.. Dude.. My dude.. Youve made me so invested in what's happening- WHY/HOW did Grian get yeeted to his death-- I need answers!! *rattles the bars of my cage*

[careful-pyromancer]

theo when almost possesed: ough i got planty o time

CW: mentions of child birth and child birth complications, one mention of infant death, possession. Please be safe and take care of yourself!

(also please consider reblogging with, it helps with my motivation and I love hearing what you thought!)

    The world faded to the warmth of Taliesin, the click of his boots on the marbled floor, and the smell of spring that emanated from him. She didn’t mind this, since he felt like a sun-warmed afghan.

    Nausea still crashed against her skull like waves threatening to take down a lighthouse. Dark waters crept up from every angle. No light could penetrate, even if the sun was out. Theo imagined dusky clouds obscuring the sky, only thunder and lightning being able to break through the barrier.

    The cracking of thunder sounded a lot like Taliesin’s boots against the rotten wooden floor of the basement. No more warmth. Now she lay on a cool stone slab.

    It’s almost done. Her rotted voice spoke in a sing-song tone

    Good luck trying to break me. I’m one stubborn bitch.

    Once your body is gone, your mind will follow.

(rest of snippet below)

“She’s gonna be a mega-bitch, just so you know,” Theo stated before her eyes rolled back in her head.

    Only leaving the silver sclera behind.

'When isn't she?' Taliesin wondered silently.

    He drew out a rosary made from deer antlers and other dead creatures that die in forests. He always despised the moment when both soul and demon wrestled for control.  Theo's mother had told scraps of the gruesome tale of her labor. How the midwives found her. The connection between babe and mother had strangled the princess, leaving her a stillborn. 

Taliesin still didn't know all the details, and not for a lack of trying.

    Well, he knew one thing: Theo was here, and she had a demon plaguing her.

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[sakumasmut]

Horrid thoughts are in my head for fictional anime women , help me. I need need succubus Shu, just a silly demon girl , she just woke up one day so incredibly horny and looked up and saw cute little horns pop out from her head ... Despite being a literal sex demon she's still so shy about the entire thing, sure she seduces people by her natural attractiveness but it's just as much of that as well as how inexperienced and meek she seems to be that make people want to ravage her ... After a few nights she definitely gets addicted though, I mean, who wouldn't? Her cute cunt's getting railed and it feels so so good,,, She's never had these desires before so now that it's all coming crashing down on her her poor brain can't handle it ... Rail Shu 2023 - 🍵

ough I agree with this. she’d be so flustered just from feeling horny, imagine how red she’d be once you actually begin to undress her and pin her down. she’d make such cute noises while begging you to breed her…and she’d probably have a womb tattoo show up once you finish your first round, her body letting you know what a good job you’re doing since she’s too busy babbling and whining to tell you herself. I’m not letting her rest for hours

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

On Mars, sunsets are blue.

Nothing holds you back more than your own insecurities.

The letters ‘ough’ can be pronounced ten different ways.

The national bird of Peru is the Andean Cock Of The Rock.

93% of students do their research online rather than in a library.

The County of Los Angeles has a bigger population than 40 US States.

Studies have found that being a ‘bad boy’ is no longer perceived as ‘cool.’

Spiny lava lizards are less choosy about who they have sex with when it’s hot.

If you don't dream, you most likely have some sort of personality disorder.

If caught in a burning building, get low. The breathable air will be near the floor.

Women speak an average of about 7,000 words a day. Men average just over 2,000.

Lava lamps were invented by an accountant whose hobby was making underwater nudist films.

Shy people usually end up being some of the coolest people you know … once you start talking to them!

We tend to prefer the original version of a song because we heard it first, not necessarily because it's better.

In the Polish town of Suoszowa, all 6000 residents live on the same street that stretches some 9km (5.5 miles).

The Bloody Mary has been scientifically proven to be the best alcoholic drink to enjoy on an aeroplane.

If 99% of the human population thought you were ugly, about 80,000,000 people would still find you attractive.

Lypophrenia: A vague feeling of sadness seemingly without cause. This often occurs when a person misses someone.

The U.S. Army uses 1.5 billion rounds of ammunition a year. ‘Call Of Duty’ players use 1.5 billion rounds every 17 hours.

The Talmud suggests testing blockages in a penis by heating the afflicted’s anus with some warm barley bread. (Eh?)

Male bed bugs don't bother with vaginas when mating. They simply stab the female in the abdomen with their penis and ejaculate in her body.

A video game developer snuck a proposal into a game, but his girlfriend refused to play it for years, delaying their eventual marriage.

Town planners in Porters Lake, Nova Scotia seem to have run out of ideas. There are streets named This Street, That Street and The Other Street.

About one third of Australian polling stations have barbecues outside them. It is so common to buy a sausage when you go to vote that they are called Democracy Sausages.

Corn kernels are coated with cellulose that's tough enough to withstand the rigors of the human digestive system, which is why they come out almost the same way they went in!

Child marriage is currently legal in 43 U.S. states. The only states with a minimum age of 18 - with no exceptions - are Delaware, Massachusetts, Minnesota, New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania and Rhode Island

In 2004, a £140,000 diamond was placed in the front of a Jaguar F1 car for the Monaco Grand Prix as a promotional stunt for Ocean’s Twelve. The driver crashed on the first lap and the diamond has never been recovered.

The ‘fountain of tits’ in Treviso, Italy, is a 16th-century marble fountain of a topless woman squeezing her breasts. The statue sprinkles water from each nipple. During celebrations, the fountain spouts red and white wine, which is free to drink.

On August 8th, 2004, over the Kinzie Street Bridge in Chicago, Illinois, a tour bus belonging to The Dave Matthews Band dumped an estimated 800 pounds of human waste from the bus’s septic tank on to a passenger sightseeing boat on the Chicago River below.

Target found themselves in an awkward situation and had to issue an apology due to a labelling error that offended some 'plus-sized' customers. While selling a dress in various sizes, the small size was listed as 'Gray,' while the larger size was labelled as 'Manatee Gray'.

In 1771, Swedish king Adolf Frederick ate large servings of lobster, caviar, sausages and sauerkraut, washed down with copious amounts of champagne. For dessert, he had 14 (FOURTEEN) servings of semla – a Swedish sweet roll topped with whipped cream – with hot milk. Not long after dinner, he began complaining of stomach aches, which steadily worsened until he died a few hours later.

Thomas Jefferson's draft of the Declaration of Independence contained a passage that condemned slavery as one of the many evils brought upon the colonies by the British crown. The passage was removed from the final version for fear of alienating the southern colonies, which were heavily dependent on enslaved labourers. Ironically, although Thomas Jefferson called slavery an “abominable crime”, he was a lifelong slaveholder.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

[awful-little-goose]

Took SO LONG to respond because COLLEGE BUT I JSUT LOVE THIS SO MUCH OH MY OH MY!!

No joke I think Buzzbuzz would LOVE Leisel???? Finally!!! A fellow instructor that they can relate with (hey both big creatures with many hands) AND ALSO BUZZBUZZ COILED AROUND THE PILLAR??? Please theyd crash at her place so often, finally a room big enough for them to roam in- dropping in to check on her recent work, and keep her company while she works,,,OUGH FRIENDS

Also ALSO love??? Her full body appearance??? UGH??? Not a pro at Cubism personally, but this is SUCH A GOOD TAKE ON THAT STYLE,,,

And- doodles as a thank you,,,with normal size buzz, big Buzzbuzz running off with Leisel (assuming from some sort of danger), and Buzz sharing a…strange price of art of theirs. There are no teaching rooms in the carnival, are there…?

silly doodles

@awful-little-goose (their oc), @sm-baby (her au)

[the-leader-in-blue]

Ooc//marine anons yearning because Yknow,sillay

um this was written mid December and it is a little bit dark but Yknow,it mentions some self destructive behavior and dying but that’s how it is (I edited out the parts of it that are rlly upsetting)

Why do you care? What about me made you stay? Why do you still smile at me,why do you answer my calls , why do you laugh with me,why do you sit with me in a comfortable silence? Why do you walk with me? Why? I’m not a good person and yoh are. You’re the sun to me,warm and kind,if I get to close I’ll burn and fall, though I am not iccuras,for I had no joy,I had no one to watch me tumble from the sky,I can’t get close because you will burn me, your warmth will stain my skin like a painting and I will not regret it,I will fall with tears in my eyes,no regret but sorrow,painfully aware of the fall,and I will crash,I will be battered,but I will still look at you with longing,I long for your warmth and smile,l.

I wish I could tell you, dump all my ugly feelings on the ground before you,I wish I was strong enough to let myself cry , I wish I could take all these thoughts and share them,I wish I could ask you for help. I know you wouldn’t care,no one ever would ,but some sick twisted part of my brain longs for you to tell me everything will be okay, tell me that I’m a good person,and to tell me that even if I’m not perfect you’ll stay. I don’t understand why you’re here, and I don’t understand why I’m still here, I have death at my fingertips,I could wait for the hands of death to take me away,I would jump from the roof and watch as my demise rose to meet me. Mabey my parents wouldn’t tel anyone,hide them death of the worst child. Mabey they’d tell you,sugarcoating it. And Mabey they won’t care,they’ll see my body, cold and pale,and think it’s an act,because that’s what it’s always been to them,comedy, they’d wait for me to stand up and give a bow,an award winning smile. I may not even make it to Christmas,or new years,or my birthday. It’s embarrassing isn’t it? I’m a fool to think I can survive,I wasn’t made for this world,I was made to die,all I was ever supposed to do was bring smiles,and I even failed at that. Why am I writing this? Even if you read this you won’t care,because who cares about me,the only who is always dealing with one thing or another. And even if you do care,I would brush it off,laugh at it like a badly timed joke. But you won’t read this,

I just want you to say you love me ,to say you really

do care. But I don’t want you to lie,and those things can’t go together

lol

-🦭

ooc\\ OUGH. THE LAST PART

OOOOGHHGHGHHHHH WOW. THAT HIT ME. IN THE HEART.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

:] Hi i have a request! So I've had this little idea in my mind for a while- Spamton x Reader BUT THERES A TWIST! As soon as the reader cuts the last string on the Neo body, he falls to the ground, but he's back to his *old* self (though still in the Neo Body). Back to when he was an Addison, before the phone call. Reader has to help comfort the poor, anxious Addison Spamton, who has NO idea where he is or why he's SO HUGE!

Ough imagine Spam finally being free..at the expense of his memories :(

...........

"CUT THAT WIRE AND MAKE ME A [Real Boy], BABY!!"

Concentrating all your magic on the final green wire, you slashed through it with ease, fulfilling Spamton's wish.

You were exhausted from the fight, having died several times to those stupid Pipis. But it seemed worth it now that he realized you were helping him all along.

Finally..finally, you were gifting him the freedom he so desperately craved. You had no clue if the wires tethered him to the network throughout Queen's mansion or something else, but you were glad he wouldn't be hindered by those anymore.

Though the moment he got disconnected, his glasses went dark and the cart you were riding in came to a violent screeching halt, almost throwing you out of it.

Then he just...unceremoniously crashed to the ground, laying motionless.

"Ouch..you okay, Spamton?" You called out, not getting a response.

Did..you accidentally kill him?

No. Surely he would've known if he needed those wires to survive. Then again, he probably didn't know considering his shock when he realized they were restraining him.

Luckily you could heal him if need be. Even if he was stuck inside a machine, your magic transcends most materials in the Dark World, so you jumped out of the cart to help him. But as you approached, you noticed his glasses were cracked too.

What was most surprising, however, was that his hair was now white.

'Was it from the shock?' You wondered, kneeling down beside him and putting a hand on his chestplate, which glowed a soft green light as the healing spell went to work.

The second you took your hand away, Spamton gasped. "What the..? What happened? What are these glasses?" He took them off his face, confused as he stared at them.

"They're yours. They got broken in the fight after I cut your strings." You took them from his hand, though you noticed that his eyes were closed, much like those Addisons you've met back in the city.

Not to mention the glitches in his voice were totally absent. There were no sales pitches or Internet jargon impeding his speech.

'Oh..that's right. He used to be one of them. I guess I succeeded then?' You smiled a bit though he was looking at you like you were a total stranger.

"The fight? Strings? I-I'm..not sure what you mean but...." He trailed off as he realized the situation, his eyes widening in horror. He couldn't move much except for his head and hands, the latter of which trembled the longer he stared down at them.

"Wh-What is this hunk of junk?! It looks sellable, but..why am I in it?!" He looked to you for an explanation. "Lightner...why am I so big??"

"Lightner? I'm [y/n]." Your eyebrows furrowed, wondering if he hit his head that hard on the way down. It looked like his body took most of the fall, so you were baffled he didn't recognize you. "Don't you remember our deal, Spamton? I took you here on the disc and-"

"Who's Spamton? I-I'm..I'm White Addison! What did you do to me?!!"

Now he was in full blown panic, sitting up without warning and swinging the cannon, which shot a Pipis directly at you. But you dodged it in time, shocked as it hit the cart and exploded into mini Spamton heads. Your yellow SOUL destroyed several of them so they couldn't hurt you.

"Jesus Christ--what's gotten into you, Spamton?!" You snapped. "You could've killed me...again! Did you seriously forget about everything we went through to get you here?"

"I..I-I don't-"

"You said this is what being a "big shot" meant. You said this was gonna help you be free and-"

"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!" As White tried to get up and run, the weight of the entire machine was too much to bear as he ended up collapsing onto his knees. He gave up and just sobbed, his forehead pressed to the ground. "I-I'm so sorry, Lightner, I'm sorry!! I-I don't know where am I or what I'm doing!! I swear I don't know. Please..d-don't hurt me. Please.."

All of the sudden, it dawned on you:

He didn't just lose his memory of the entire fight or the deal..he physically and psychologically reverted back to the state he was in before he lost everything and became a puppet, so of course he'd have no idea why he was trapped.

To him, you were just a random Lightner who put him here as some form of punishment, interrogating him on things he didn't know at all. You've heard that Lightners never treated him kindly, always ignoring him as he begged for their clicks day and night.

No wonder he was sobbing on the floor, cowering at the sight of you.

You had to fix this somehow. There's no way you could give up on him. Not yet. You'll have to wait on finding out where his memories went; getting him out of the machine was more important.

Kneeling down, you gently rubbed his head in comfort. "Hey, shhh, it's okay. I'm sorry for yelling at you, White." As strange as it was to call him that instead of Spamton, you wanted him to trust you, so you'll have to adjust. "I'm just as confused as you are, but I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise. We'll get you out of this suit somehow."

He looked up at you, his face wet with tears. His skin was no longer that odd mixture of plastic and porcelain. It just felt normal as you brushed away some of the warm tears.

"I-I didn't mean to attack you. Have I...actually killed you before?"

"Yeah, but not on purpose. We Lightners have a...special way of reviving ourselves. Plus I got my healing magic. So it's okay. I'm not hurt at all." You decided to lie a bit, just so he didn't freak out further.

Fortunately, he began calming down as he sniffled. "A-Alright. Even if it was an accident, I'm sorry for that....[y/n], right?"

"Right. You need help getting up?"

"I..I think I can do it by myself. Though..my back's really killing me."

Nodding, you got up and examined his back, noting the loose broken wires and damaged wings, especially near the scapula where they attached to him. Unfortunately you couldn't do much to fix that. You'll need Malius' services.

"I have a friend in Castle Town who can help. But for now..let's just find a way out of here."

Slowly but surely, White was able to stand up on his own. His legs trembled a lot, much like a newborn fawn's, though once he stretched his wings out it became easier to balance himself. He looked at his cannon, seemingly terrified of it, and quickly turned it into-

"Huh? A phone? I can make my hands into phones?"

"Your suit can do a lot of things."

"...maybe I'll keep this after all. But I still wanna get out of it."

You nodded, putting his glasses in your pocket in case he somehow got his memories back--hopefully excluding the horrible ones.

Now one question remained:

How were you gonna sneak an 11-foot tall Darkner with a giant wingspan out of the Queen's mansion?

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Railroad Wrath.

*SCREEE!*

*Byakuya, riding in a high speed car with Makoto, drives quickly down the highway and catches up with the steam train. 

That’s the one they’re on! It’s where the signal is coming from!

Look!

*Byakuya points to the rear of the train.

GUYS!

HINA!

Oh thank god! She’s alright!

Yes, but...where’s Kyoko?

She’s still gotta be on that train. Quick! Speed up!

What do you intend to do?

Just trust me on this one! Stop here!

*Byakuya drives and gets ahead of the train, right where there’s a turning in the highway and the tracks.

Perfect!

Seriously, what are you-MAKOTO!?

*Byakuya panics as Makoto suddenly takes a run up and goes to leap off the side of the cliff.

I’m gonna stop this train!

*He leaps off and crashes on top of the carriage. The people inside said carriage panic as they hear him rolling on top of it.

OOF! OUGH! AACK! NGH!

*He recovers quickly, and then clambers down.

Sorry! Sorry! Excuse me! Coming through! Here to help!

*He frantically mumbles as he brushes past the people.

(Kyoko must be further ahead. That or she’s behind me.)

*BANG!* *BANG!* *BOOM!*

(Ok! No! She’s definitely ahead of me!)

Everyone! Make your way to the far back of the train! Cram yourself in as much as possible!

*Panicking from the sound of the gunshots and explosions, as well as Makoto’s sudden entrance, the passengers do as they’re instructed.

*BOOM!*

*Pant!* *Pant!* GET OUT OF MY WAY!

*Celeste, still securing the bleeding Narumi, bursts through the carriages. The people inside cower as she starts shooting beams towards them.

Everyone! Get under your seats!

*BANG!*

NGH!

*THUNK! THUNK!*

*Kyoko bursts into the carriage and fires a few bullets at Celeste when she shouts this to everyone. Celeste holds up her gauntleted hand and blocks the bullets.

*POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!* *POW!*

NGGH!

*The passengers near the back of the carriage scream their lungs out when Celeste suddenly goes trigger happy with the repulsor cannon. Kyoko ducks and dives behind the train seats to avoid the beams.

NNGUUUGH!

!?

(I see...Osone’s used to firing that weapon...and even if she is a child, her arm muscles are probably pretty strong enough to withstand the recoil of the beam...)

(But Celeste hasn’t used this before and her body isn’t used to it. If she keeps firing at me, she’s going to break her wrist eventually...)

(Perfect...)

Tae...ko...!

Just shut up!

!?

*With Kyoko at the other end of the carriage, Celeste uses this opportunity to rush into the next carriage over. Kyoko jumps out of hiding and follows her.

Come here!

Civilian: Whaa-!? AAGH!

*BOOOM!*

!!!??

*The civilians in the next carriage are also cowering in fear of the noises and chaos, especially when Celeste and Narumi burst in. As Kyoko runs through the doorway, Celeste suddenly grabs one of the innocent civilians and blasts him straight at her. The civilian is immediately killed on impact.

*POW!* POW!*

Ngh! How dare you! That man had nothing to do with this!

They have everything to do with this now! I’ll kill every last person on this train before I let you take me!

*POW!* *POW!* *POW!*

*Celeste fires more beams at Kyoko, who grabs the mans corpse and ducks out of the way of fire.

(Fortunately for you, I don’t particularly have time to take hostages.)

Everyone! Get to the back of the train!

*As Celeste rushes into the next carriage, Kyoko shouts this. The civilians waste no time in making their escape.

OOF! H-H-Hey! ACK! S-Sorry!

*Makoto, having now caught up to the noises, gets caught in a stampede of panicking people, having to force his way past them.

*pant!* *pant!* AGH!

...!

*To Celeste’s shock and horror, the next carriage happens to be the last one. She presses herself and Narumi back against the wall as Kyoko approaches her.

End of the line Celeste. Take off the gauntlet and put your hands up.

*Celeste raises her hand and aims at Kyoko. Her wrist is trembling.

I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I can already picture the state of your arm underneath that glove.

From the way that your arm is moving, I think the rebound from the laser has broken your wrist, hasn’t it?

You think that’s gonna stop me bitch? You should be afraid of what I can do with this thing...

Let me ask you...Are you afraid of death?

Have I ever looked like the kind of person who’s been afraid to die?

I don’t want to die of course, but that’s only because I still have things to do.

...Well...we’re the same in that regard...

Before you brought me back, I died before I had the chance to achieve my life of luxury. I’m afraid to die, simply because I know if I do, I’ll lose that chance forever.

Then you shouldn’t have been so gung ho and betrayed us. We would have protected you.

Oh please...Protect me at the cost of what? Denying me my vision?

*Celeste, exhausted, forces herself to stand upright.

And by the way...Kyoko...When I asked you if you were afraid of death...

*She shifts her hand...

I wasn’t referring to your own life.

...?

*POW!*

!!?

!!!!??

!!!!!!?????

AAAGH!

*Kyoko is shocked and horrified as suddenly, Celeste fires a blast that flies past her! Makoto rushes into the carriage, and the blast hits him dead in the shoulder, blowing off a part of his arm! 

*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*

EGH!

*Enraged and furious over the scene, Kyoko unloads rounds from her gun straight towards Celeste. Celeste fires back, despite her wrist being well and truly screwed. 

Quick...! Go...through the roof...!

!!?

*POW!*

*With everything to lose, Celeste goes with Narumi’s suggestion. With some quick instructions, she blasts a hole through the roof of the carriage and propels herself through it.

!!!??

*Kyoko drops the pursuit for a quick moment, rushing to check on Makoto.

Are you ok!?

Forget about me! Just get after her!

But-

I’ll be ok!

...!

*Still worried, but honoring his wishes, Kyoko pats Makoto affectionately and then gives chase to Celeste.

Dammit...!

*Using the rest of his strength and doing his best to ignore his wound, Makoto gets up and makes his way to the front of the carriage, going to stop the train.

*huff!* *puff!*

*BANG!*

ACK!

*Crawling on top of the train, Celeste actually gets ready to jump off with Narumi and make her escape, but before she can get very far, Kyoko leaps out of the hole and fires a bullet into her ankle.

Hrrgh!

*WHAM!*

BUUGH!

*THUD!* *SLAM!*

*SPLUTTER!* *VOMIT!*

*As Celeste loses her balance on top of the speeding train, Kyoko takes a run up and kicks her straight in the jaw. She pulls her up to her feet, gives her a strong hook around the face and a massive blow to the gut.

Hhhngh! GAAGH!

!!!??

*She grabs Celeste by her clothes, smashes her round the face and kicks her dead in the chest. Celeste takes a tumble and her face smashes against the funnel of the steam train.

Nuugh...uuuugh...!

*\While they’re exasperated and in pain, Kyoko grabs Celeste and Narumi, and suddenly notices the train coming to a halt?

...?

...!

...

*She sees Makoto through the window of the engine below her, having hit the brakes on the train. She also notices Byakuya pull up on the highway. She speaks into her radio.

Mission accomplished! I’ve secured both Celeste and Osone.

Heheh...

???: Heheheheheheeeeh...

!!?

!!?

*All of a sudden, the sound of an unfamiliar, malicious laughter sounds throughout the silence of the night 

???: KEEHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

!!!!?? KYOKO!

!!!?

AAAAHAAHAHAHAHAAA!!

*SLAM!*

*Completely out of nowhere, someone else jumps in and brings a steel axe down upon Kyoko, which she thankfully dodges.

HUGH!

!!!??

*What isn’t so unfortunate though, is no sooner does the axe miss, but the same character yanks a knife out of their cardigan and thrusts it straight into the detective’s abdomen!

NO!

!!? Y-You’re...!

Who...the hell are you...?

I’ll give you the introductions later. For now, just know that I’m an ally.

And that I’ve brought a gift.

Huh!?

*Byakuya suddenly hears the noises of an approaching helicopter, and sure enough, a chopper suddenly flies around the cliff, with an unrecognizable pilot inside.

...

...!?

*She approaches Kyoko, writhing around and clutching her wound.

*WHAM!*

!!!!!???

NOOOO!!

*SMAASSH!*

!!!?

!!!!

*She delivers a strong kick to the injured detective, and sends her hurtling off the train and almost down the cliff. With quick thinking, Makoto smashes through the window of the steam engine and grabs her hand. Unfortunately, with his still heavily wounded shoulder, he has to hold onto the engine and support both himself and his wife.

*BANG!* *BANG!* *BANG!*

Come on! Let’s go! We haven’t got all day!

UUGH!

*She fires bullets at Byakuya to keep him distracted, then ties both Narumi and Celeste to a ladder that descends down from the chopper.

I see dealing with you guys being pretty fun~ Try not to die TOO soon, m’kay?

!!!??

*With nothing else to say, the ladder pulls the enemies up, and inside the chopper. Byakuya fires bullets from his pistol at it as he flies away, but is unsuccessful in downing it!

NGGGH!

Makoto! Just drop me! You’ll fall too!

No! Fucking! WAY! GGAAAAGGHH!!

*With all that remains of his strength in his battered and bleeding body...Makoto does what he can to support his and Kyoko’s weight...But then...

!!!!!??

!!!!!??

*He loses his grip...and they fall...

[accursedkaleeshi]

Accursed!Ronderu Lore (Part 1) (Part 3)

Part 2: Stranded

TL:DR Sorry this is still almost 2k words. It is very sad & distressing! SO SAD. Spoiler: Everybody dies. I pull a Call of the Wild with karabbac. Ronderu becomes one with Grendaju over 8 years. Then suddenly! Other kaleesh.

·      So that sucked. The miirpinja home ship & most of her shore boats came to rest wrecked on the cold, rocky shores of Grendaju.

·      Who’s dead, sound off:

o  Immediate wreck: Kurrkan, brother-in-law obvs, 1 middle cousin who was in the exact wrong place when the hull hit the rocks, the aunt next to middle cousin who survived the initial crash but died a few hours later of an extensive injury, & newborn nephew :(

·      Who died later as they established a camp further inland:

o  Support mom succumb to injury about a month in

o  Uncle kept taking longer trips down the coastline with one salvageable canoe looking for help of any kind. Mans just didn’t come back one trip.

o  Blind cousin. Blind cousin took that lightning flash straight to the retinas. He couldn’t quite recover from set in illness fast enough

o  Eldest Sister. Couldn’t recover from loss. Stopped eating. Went to sit at the beach head by the wreck every day until she didn’t have the strength to come back & froze to death on the spot. They left her there adorned in whatever trinkets they could find. [Ough, I made myself cry at work- my eyeliner noo.]

·      Ronderu was only temporarily low vision from the lightning & was hugely pissed. It made dealing with her very difficult, as she didn’t know exactly what was happening just that everyone was upset & it was so fucking cold. Her mother, having gotten away mostly able bodied, had a very hard time keeping it together trying to help everyone just survive.

·      Her mother once lost her composure & slapped Ronderu across the face. The realization & resulting wail from the little girl was the worst thing ever, making it the first & only time she had raised a hand to her children. They sat clung together sobbing & apologizing for a while. After that Ronderu didn’t cry in front of people ever again.

·      They had set up shelter in a cove sheltered from the chilling winds by the straggling end of what was a huge rocky cliff the further inland it went. As the terrain only got higher from the coast they could see everything was just rock &, further up, snow. The adults sat with the sobering knowledge that this was the warm season, where the sun was out the longest on this side of the planet. So far south the sun got more hours but that meant the opposite would be true in the dark season.

·      Father was injured when thrown from the deck & had little to no use of his left arm. When his brother did not return he had to rely on the children more than he’d liked.

·      The well children were happy to be of help. The only way anyone was going to get through this was to put all their energy toward surviving. They salvaged everything they could from the ships. Ronderu seemed the least bothered by the cold, as if she were just warmer than everyone else. She enthusiastically climbed into the uniformly vertical crevices of the cold rocks, under overhangs, & man did she love digging things up from the snow.

·      Ronderu brought all sorts of things back to the shelter. Lichens, mosses, mushrooms, crystals, sticks? No those were bones, & her crowning achievement: small vole-like creatures. The camp was very proud of her & she was like “wow is this what its like being a good girl?”

·      Her father taught her how to kill & prep the animals, as they were different from just the fish she had exposure to before. The keel-carver would show her how to sharpen sticks & work with bone. Her mother kept teaching her combat swords. As everything wore on the survivors, Ronderu seemed to have boundless energy. Her mother felt awful letting her youngest daughter run unchecked around an unfamiliar wilderness, but she couldn’t very well stop her.

·      Ronderu was almost 6 years old when she had chased a vole into its tunnel. It was a tight squeeze she had getting into a hole in the ground braced on 2 sides by rock. Once she did she found it opened up into a tunnel just her size.

·      She was not the only thing hunting in those tunnels. After a while of dutiful tracking she came face to face with a juvenile Karabbac. They both screeched. The karabbac shuffled backward & did an awkward k-turn to try & flee down the tunnel.

·      Ronderu felt inexorably drawn to help this creature. She was unclear on if it was an animal. It behaved like her & it was too big for her to eat. Must just be a shy boy with a lot of hair.

·      Long story short Ronderu befriended this karabbac & was tolerated by the mother it led her back to. The cub seemed to have a timid temperament & Ronderu’s feisty, energetic playing & chasing seemed to help it come into its own. If the mother was sentient enough to allow this weird half naked cub to give her son a little push it was not & never would be clear, but that is how Ronderu would come to see it.

·      Needless to say, the camp was worried sick every time Ronderu disappeared for extended periods of time. When she would show back up with portions of food or pieces of animals way too big for her to have taken herself they got even more worried.

·      She told them about Shy Boy & Big Claw-mom as if they were the new neighbors in the cul-de-sac. As she had gotten a little older one of the only ways to get her to sit still was to ask about her “jungle”. Ronderu would plant herself on someone’s lap or feet & tell them all about her dreams of a jungle, vivid colors but also smoke & tall big-eyed things silhouetted in the dusk. The family was split on believing whether her jungle was real or not. She had only ever seen jungles from quite a distance, offshore.

·      At first they tried to hope this was another of Ronderu’s stories but with the things she was bringing to the camp it was undeniable. They told her these were animals & they were dangerous. Ronderu didn’t fully seem to grasp this. She did not feel afraid. They made her promise to leave the karabbac alone.

·      Well, surely if they met Shy Boy they would see he is not dangerous. Big Claw-mom knew how to get all kinds of things to eat. They could work together, right? That is what father says people should do. I think we all know where this is going & shit, sorry.

·      Inevitably Ronderu brought a mildly bewildered karabbac cub into camp. Everyone stood & took a step back. Mom stopped one of her brothers from rushing forward to pet it. Ronderu was holding onto it & happily babbling about look how nice he was. They didn’t know what to do.

·      Just as Ronderu started to realize no one else was excited about this Big Claw-mom came around the other side of their camp, from the beachhead, with a few flowers in her fur from investigating the wreck. Some of the family screamed.

·      Keel-carver took his axe & ran toward the huge beaked bear-like creature with his arms raised. He shouted in an attempt to scare her away. Ronderu & the cub were scampering across the camp towards Big Claw-mom as well. Interpreting this as danger, the karabbac swiped keel-carver to the ground with a sweep of it enormous hooked claws. They caught on & sheared through his scales like a zipper.

·      The karabbac let out a mighty roar at the old kaleesh on the ground. Ronderu ran to stand over him & roar back at her with an unchecked fury but she understood. When the karabbac turned to leave Ronderu ran after it despite her family’s pleas for her to come back. She just yelled at Shy Boy to hurry up, as the cub had stopped to sniff, mewl, & paw at the downed man.

·      Ronderu wanted to be sure Big Claw-mom understood they didn’t mean any harm. That they were just scared. She felt like the karabbac understood. It would then give the camp a wide berth. If Big Claw-mom understood then…why couldn’t family? Why couldn’t she make them understand the same?

·      Ronderu would return to the camp less & less, but still found she didn’t know what to say to make them understand. As the warm season drew to a close Big Claw-mom became aloof. The male karabbac had come as far down as the coast looking for females. They were big & they were not nice.

·      The last time Ronderu visited camp Big Claw-mom sat on a ridge adjacent & refused to move. Ronderu returned to an empty camp. The place was destroyed & they had (hopefully) had to leave quickly. Males had been through. There were a few bodies of Kaleesh among the debris, covered in a thin layer of frost.

·      Ronderu didn’t bother checking to see who they were, everyone was gone. Shy Boy came & sat next to her on the beachhead while she asked her sister what to do. A brother lay struck down & mauled half in the cold water near the wreck. [Why am I doing this to myself.]

·      When she got too cold she went back to camp. She understood it was too dangerous to stay with Big Claw-mom & that is why she pushed them away. She tried to beg this noble beast to take her cub with her.

·      “Please take him. He. He can make it! He can do it! Right, Shy Boy? Show mama how strong you are-“ The cub just mewled forlornly. Big Claw-mom turned without a sound & disappeared beyond the ridge. They never saw her again.

·      After an hour of crushing sadness Ronderu decided she was done being sad. “No more of that, Shy Boy, we have to salvage stuff, ok? We got to get out of big male sight or we won’t be sad, we be eated,” she had chided the cub. She had found her mother’s lig swords, stood & crossed in the pebbles where they used to sit around the fire, left for her.

·      Ronderu & Shy Boy went inland & east. They made it through the winter &, in fact, the next winter. A feat either would not have been able to accomplish on their own. But after the first couple of years it became clear that Ronderu was growing strong & Shy Boy, although larger, was getting more run down.

·      Shy Boy was a runt & probably had a resulting genetic defect that made it hard for him to thrive as a karabbac should. He held on but died at the end of their third winter with his head in Ronderu’s arms.

·      She thanked him profusely for his company & his gifts. She wore his pelt so he still kept her from freezing. She made tools from his bones & claws. She could not bring herself to eat her brother so used his meat to trap other animals until burying the rest & adorning his grave with what scarce flowers she could find. She wore his skull as her ingdoré for the rest of her life.

·      Ronderu wandered the winter wastes of Grendaju alone for 5 more years. Through all the different habitats it had to offer she never saw anything as green as the jungle in her dreams.

·      One day she made it to the opposite side of the continent & on the shore was a bustling camp of other kaleesh. She had not seen other kaleesh since… She wasn’t sure quite what to do. But her wares were worn & her feet were a mess. She resolved to go & trade with them. After hiding & practicing how to talk.

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headcanons- indestructable s/o

summary: they have a s/o with an indestructable quirk who likes to get into dangerous situations.

request: anon - HI! can you do some headcanons of Todoroki, bakugo and izuku having a s/o that have an indestructible quirks, they do crazy and dangerous stuff for fun. Like the boys are watching the news and see their s/o is surfing a massive wave during a hurricane.

characters: todorki, bakugou and izuku

warnings: dangerous situations, lightning, electricity, a knife, fluff, cursing

𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕚 

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟟𝟙

He would be scared shitless, honestly. You're the one person he cares about and who he feels comfortable around so the moment he sees you doing dangerous stuff, he goes into protective mode.

He loves the smile on your face and how giddy you get from the adrenaline but he doesn't like how you only get so giddy in life-threatening situations.

You do a lot of dumb stuff. Running through walls, skydiving, running out and about during hurricanes.

Shoto won't show it, but he is always stressed out. While his face is stoic he is mentally freaking out.

"Get out," Shoto says. You ignore him by diving down under the water. Swimming in a rooftop pool during a thunderstorm is thrilling, to say the least. Shoto keeps his distance from the pool. All he wants to do is dive into the water and drag you out of the pool. But while you could take the potential electrocution, he can't.

You pop back above the water. You look up at Shoto with a goofy smile. While he tries to remain calm you can see the anxiety in his eyes. "Please, you'll catch a cold," he says. Sure, like that's the worse thing that can happen.

"But it's so nice," you whine. You look up at the sky. Thick clouds roll through the sky as the roaring thunder above you only grows tenfold. Lightning catches onto the building next to you.

Shoto's eyes grow wide as saucers as a pale, yellow light illuminates the rooftop. You look beautiful, angelic even. You look at peace in a situation that should send cold shivers up your spine.

"Get out of the pool. Come on," Shoto says. His voice grows more desperate. You dive under the cool water once again. His voice is barely audible under the thick water. You push yourself down until you’re sitting on the bottom of the pool.

Suddenly, lightning strikes down in the pool. Shoto's body grows rigged. He knows your fine, you always are. But situations like these always send panic through his body.

You pop up out of the water again. You swim over to the edge of the pool and push yourself out of it. Giggles fall over your lips. Your nerves are tingling from the electricity and your adrenaline is pumping through your veins. Shoto runs over you, grabs the towel you threw on the ground and wraps it around your body.

"That was awesome!" you say. Shoto drags you along with him he walks to the door leading inside the building.

"Don't do stupid shit like that again," he says. All you can do is nod and giggle some more. He knew you wouldn't stop. He wouldn't want you to stop when it brings you this much excitement. He just wants you to be more careful.

✨bonus✨

'Shoto," Izuku calls out. Shoto hums before turning around to look at his friend. His eyes grow once he catches sight of the television screen Izuku is looking at.

Shoto quickly stands up and walks closer to the screen. Both boys listen to the news reporter while staring at the screen.

'The storm is expected to last for another day. While people have been advised to stay inside, some have been seeking out the thrill of the storm," the voice says.

Images of warsh waves are displayed on the screen. Water crashed down onto itself. On top of the immense waves, you are surfing like you aren't in a life-threatening situation.

A smile is plastered on your face as you enjoy the cool breeze buzzing around you. "T-That's Y/n," Izuku says. Shoto nods. He grabs the remote from Izuku and turns the volume of the television up.

Shoto sits down on the couch standing in front of the television. "I wasn't expecting less of them," he says as he stares at the screen. A smile tugs on his lips at the sight of you smiling and carelessly riding the waves. God, you looked adorable when you smile.

𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟜𝟞

He pretends like he doesn't care much about your doings. He has to keep up his tough-guy act after all. But once you two are alone, he lets that all slip.

Bakugou tells you about his fears that one day your quirk won't be able to save you.

That being said though, he loves seeing you and Kirishima do dumb shit together.

Seeing the person he loves and his best friend run around like giggling toddlers even makes someone as grumpy as him smile. If anyone points it out though, he'll kill them.

"Do it again, do it again!" you say as you stand up from the ground. Laughs erupt through the air as you and Kirishima jump around Denki. The electric blond laughs along with you.

Denki holds out both hands and you and Kirishima both grab one. Waves of electricity roll through your bodies, sending you two flying backwards into the nearest wall. It stays silent for a bit before Kirishima sits up straight while laughing his ass off.

Bakugou sits in the corner of the room, eyeing you three. Seeing you get shocked over and over again makes his blood run cold but the laughs you let out afterwards make it all worth it. You turn your head towards him, eyes locking.

Another laugh falls off your lips while a blush dusts over Bakugou's cheeks. "Baku," you call out to him. "Baby, come over here!". Bakugou rolls his eyes and groans but gets up from his spot none the less. You stay seated on the ground, leaning against the now broken wall.

Bakugou stands in front of you, towering over you. He crouches down in front of you. "What?" he sneers. You reach a hand out towards him. He gets the note and grabs a hold of it and lifts you off the ground.

You wipe the dust off your pants before looking up at him with a goofy smile. "There's a storm tonight and Kiri and I are gonna go surfing," you say. No, that's dangerous, Bakugou thinks. "Wanna come with us?".

"Sure. Someone will have to look after you to idiots.". You just shake your head at him. You lay your hand on his cheek, pulling him towards you before placing a quick kiss on his lips. His body melts at your touch. The kiss lasts way to short for him.

Bakugou wants nothing more than to pull you back against his body and snuggle into you. But he won't do that in front of his friends so he lets you pull away. You ruffle his hair before running over to your other friends.

"Denki," you say. "I wanna go again!".

𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟝𝟡𝟠

Saying that he hates it would be an understatement. Every time you do dangerous stuff, he cries. He doesn't want to but he does.

But at the same time, he doesn't want to stop you from doing the things you like. You don't stop him from being a hero while he breaks his bones every other day.

Izuku likes to be there when you go into dangerous situations, just to keep you save. When you want to run around during a hurricane, he is there with you. When you want to go swimming during a flood, he is there with you. When you want to surf during a tsunami, you bet your ass that he is there with you.

Afterwards, expect the endless amount of cuddles and affection. He doesn't care where or when he just wants to hold you.

Izuku's hand grips tightly onto yours. How the hell did you reel him into this? "Come on, 'Zuku," you say. If he wasn't so scared, he would blush at the nickname. "If he is actually real, you can catch him and be a hero.".

"Puppy, we're talking about a murderous villain here," he says. You just shrug at him. You slip your hand from his and opt to hold onto his arm instead.

You two walk through the dark for a bit. A comfortable silence hangs over you. Your thumb rubs soothing circles over his arm. It's quite ironic how a fearless UA student like him is more scared than you are.

All of a sudden, a hand jumps out and wraps you of off Izuku. You look up to see the villain. Huh, so he's real after all. You can see the outline of a knife in the hand of the villain.

Izuku screams out your name as the villain lifts the knife up. The knife gets pushed to your chest with an immense force, though it does nothing to you.

You look down at the knife. The point of bend sideways. Not even a bruise or dumb appeared on your skin. You let out a giggle at the confusions on the guys face. "What the fuck," the villain mutter.

He looks back up you. "It's my quirk, bitch," you say before decking him right on his jaw. He stumbles back, letting the now destroyed knife drop to the ground. You kick it away from him and land another hit on his face. The times, he gets knocked unconscious.

You give the guy a soft kick against his ribs. "That's for cutting up my favourite shirt," you say. You turn back around to look at Izuku. His body is shaking and his eyes are wide. He doesn't waste a second before running over to you and pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug.

"Puppy, a-are you okay? Did he h-hurt you? P-please, say you're alright," Izuku rambles. "Why d-did you do t-that? That was d-dangerous. You're n-not hurt, right? You're okay. You a-always are.".

You nod against his shoulder, lacing your fingers through his hair. His body softens as he hears giggles fall off your lips. "I'm okay. I'm not hurt," you say. Izuku nods before pulling away slightly.

His arms are still wrapped around you but he now uses on hand to grab his phone. "I'm calling Aizawa-Sensai. C-Can you sleep in my dorm t-tonight?" he asks.

You nod at him before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. "I'll sleep with you," you say. His cheeks heat up at the slightly provocative sentence. "Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter.".