#creepy crawly teachers

[shinoposting]

Boruto Modern AUs need Corp Goth Anko and Shino.

[rugessnome]

Never got around to asking her/the difference between weeds and herbs and flowers

the part of Katy Kirby's "Juniper" that makes me want to write SW EU (Legends) [related] fic I most certainly 100% don't have the background for BUT that "Which are flowers? Which are weeds?" Vergere quote has always struck me (albeit without its actual context) in a different way than it seems to be popularly perceived, possibly because of my very casual background with like... ecology and er... following people like @headspace-hotel

[michellemisfit]

🪲🐉🐸 Weekly Tag Wednesday 🦖🦚🦎

🐑🦭🐳🦕🦋Pet Edition 🪼🐬🐋🐺🕊️

Let’s talk furry, fluffy, scaly, creepy, crawly, cuddly, and everything in between!

‘Your pet(s)’ can be a current pet, a family pet, or a sadly departed pet, of course.

🐶🐱🐭🐹🐰🦊🐻🐼🐻‍❄️🐨🐯🦁🐮🐷🐸🐵

Your name: Michelle

What people call you: Mys, Myskalump, Bean, Squidge, and very recently: michelle marie misfit mcgee

Your pet(s)’ name: Mouse (RIP); Wiggins; Howard

What you call your pet(s): Mouse McFeathers aka Boodle aka Boodleboots aka Mousecat – The Undisputable Leader of the Gang aka Cat; Wiggins Dangerbean aka Wigglypuss aka Twiglet aka Stripey Boy aka t’Other Cat; Howard Bambino aka Ginger Butt aka Pumpkin aka t’Other t’Other Cat aka t’Third Cat

Post a picture of your pet(s):

Draw your pet(s) in under 60 seconds:

Favourite animal (domestic): “I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?” Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE”

Favourite animal (wild): hmmm… probably just BIG CATS lol But for variety’s sake… Pangolins are cool!

Favourite animal (extinct): It’s hard to beat the Dodo, for pure comedy, but I have to go with the Giant Ground Sloth, for size reasons!! Like, seriously. These dudes could just step on your house without noticing! 😱

Favourite animal (mythical): Dragons! Though I do like a Phoenix and a Kitsune.

List all types of animals you’ve had living in your house: 4 Mongolian Gerbils, 1 Dog, 8 Cats, 1 Goat, 1 sheep, 1 rooster, 30+ Chicks, 3 Ducks, 9 adult rabbits, 7 newborn rabbits, 1 ferret, 4 gold fish, 1 Crested Gecko (Eddie Lizzard, RIP) - this excludes animals that were at the house for less than 48 hours, for emergency care.

Any species you wish to add in the future? I Wouldn’t mind having a garden big enough to keep hens maybe.

Pet you would have if welfare, money, and safety wasn’t an issue: Ozelot!!! It’s like cat, but fierce!

And now, for the Ba-dum-tss 🥁 part of WTW:

What’s your biggest pet peeve? Chronic lateness. Everyone runs late every now and again. But if you’re late all the time? Without a reason, an excuse, or an apology? Then it’s very clear you just don’t give a flying rat’s behind to even try and make an effort, so fuck that.

What’s your favourite pet name? I like ‘love’, ‘baby’, and actually I like ‘pet’ in the right tone and accent, too ☺️

What way do you like to be petted? Firm pressure. Gentle strokes tickle and make me itchy. I do like ear scritches!

Were you a teacher’s pet? Not so much a teacher’s pet, as just… very good at school and well mannered. All my aspirations in life are really about not disappointing people. Especially people that expect something from me. … Yeah. Okay. Maybe I was a teacher’s pet.

Favourite beverage sold in a PET bottle? Lemon Fanta. Only about once every six months. But when I crave it, I craaaave it lol

Yeah, okay, I’ll see myself out 🙄

But not before tagging all of these lovelies, to give us their view on pets this fine Wednesday… or Thursday, or Friday, or whenever you have a free minute and some head space for it. And if not, then please accept these ::ear scritches::

@sleepyfacetoughguy @sleepyheadgallavich @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @deedala @ardent-fox @look-i-love-u @francesrose3 @gallapiech @callivich @suzy-queued @the-rat-wins @thepupperino @transmickey @spookygingerr @burninface @jrooc @heymrspatel @heymacy @whatthebodygraspsnot @wehangout @ian-galagher @lupeloto @creepkinginc @sickness-health-all-that-shit @deathclassic @lee-ow @loftec @palepinkgoat @crestfallercanyon @blue-disco-lights @iansw0rld @rutherinahobbit @pookiebearmick @catgrassplantdad @stocious @gallawitchxx @bawlbrayker @ms-moonlight-inn @energievie @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @crossmydna @mmmichyyy @sam-loves-seb @vintagelacerosette @lingy910y @iandarling @sgtmickeyslaughter @doshiart

[dark-side-blog3]

Ignore that this Home Alone inspired poly adeuce fic is a month late. Or choose to read it for 2024 Christmas, up to you.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Put it into a word counter just for fun, and I'm surprised to see that my first real WIP I finished in 2024 is 3k long! It was just so fun to imagine a twist one of my favourite Christmas movies, and I got so caught up in the fun of it I didn't make my deadline ^^; It was originally meant to be a short little crackfic, but it was just too fun! There are some cracky, campy elements, but that's just in the spirit of the movie I based it off!

Anyways: MDNI, warnings for standard yandere things, and creepy crawlies.

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"Shouldn't we be pouring salt on the pathway?"

"Nah," you smile, splashing another bucket of water on the front steps. "This is so we can have a nice slip-and-slide for tobogganing tomorrow, Grim! Same reason I'm filling up a little ice rink in the back-- I wanna do some skating. I can't wait for it to freeze over and teach you how!"

Grims' head shakes fervently as he beams; "Just you wait! I'll show you the grace and speed of a master figure skater! I'm gonna be teaching YOU how to skate by the time we're done!"

"Well if you wanna do that, you're gonna need to be well rested. Can you grab us some cookies for before-bed snacks?" you encourage, the monster agreeing and scampering off inside the dorm house to pilfer the cupboard.

You continue pouring water on the steps and trudge around the house's perimeter to check on the steps leading outside to make sure they're freezing over like you intended. You have several other home security measures to check over...

Most of the staff, and students for that matter, went home for the holidays. Family to see, vacations to take... A life to live outside of the school and other people in it. Should anything happen, Crowley was unfortunately unavailable (what else is new, the old bastard), nor was Vargas, Trein, or Crewl. Normally they'd be spattered throughout the holiday to watch over the students. But there are other teachers on the premises, and hardly any students who can't return home for whatever reason, and they let it slip by... One night during the whole winter break when none of your trusted faculty members nor any of your more powerful friends like Malleus or Idia could help if you got into trouble.

And maybe, maybe your brain has been rotted by movies and defending yourself from overblotted students.

But it's better safe than sorry.

With everything seemingly in order, and the sun setting quickly behind the treeline of school woods, you rush over to the front gate to hang a large sign:

NO SOLICITORS

Hopefully, this will deter anyone planning to intrude on you tonight.

You trudge your way back to the front door, carefully avoiding the steps. You spend the next few hours snacking with Grim while watching movies together, playing card games, and chattering about what ifs and would you rather... Before too long, it's time for bed, and Grim is out like a light, thanks to several pounds of turkey stuffing, potatoes, and cookies you still had after the holiday party days ago.

The party was fun... It did leave you with more leftovers you knew what to do with, which is always great. You got to wish Rook Joyeuses Fête, decorate cookies with Jack and Jade (the merman being much better at decorating, likely due to working in the lounge), and say goodbye to everyone dear to you before they left for their own plans... But it also had Ace and Deuce.

Which, on the one hand, they're harmless. You know they are. They're just jerks sometimes.

They should be focusing on their studies, and you had to devote your time to keeping Ramshakle clean, and Grim on task to graduate... The little monster became somewhat of a family member. Surrogate son or little brother you're not entirely sure, but you want him to succeed.

And even if the pair of heartslabyul boys were gifted students that excelled at every course with time to spare, Grim wasn't-- Grim needed your help to study, to get to class, to handle some of his projects for him when his paws would cause accidents in the potion lab. Grim needs your help to get through college, and it keeps you way too busy for a relationship with either guy.

And even though they soured the mood of the party right after you told them as such, it's the truth, and that's what it is. You're not going to jeopardize Grim's future just to date college students.

They acted like jerks for the rest of the winter break.

When everyone was opening presents, they bitched at everyone for the gifts they exchanged, teased relentlessly, knocked over decor, and told each classmate going through the magic mirror over the week to 'take their time coming back, if at all'. Poor Idia had an anxiety attack when they started teasing him; it took you half an hour to calm him down enough to stop puking and stick to just dry heaving. Grim scampered off after Idia fainted a second time... It took another hour after that to help him through the magic mirror, with his robot escorts. You would have walked through with him, but he insisted holding your hand as he left would be enough, only dragging you somewhat through the portal.

It was rubbing you the wrong way how they were picking fights with everyone, and snubbing Grim anytime they saw you and the monster around campus.

Suddenly, the front gates screech open, drawing you out of your thoughts. You peek out the sliver of the window from behind the thick curtain in the bedroom to see two figures shuffle through the snow.

It can't be them. Even if you were just thinking of them, that would be too... Convenient. Like some movie logic. Thinking of people doesn't summon them.

Whoever it is will be getting a nasty surprise in three, two, one--

A muffled thud and string of curses can be heard from the other side of the glass. You sneak your way down the stairs so you can at least see who's at the door.

"Son of a--! Grim!" Deuce shouts. So much for not summoning them.

"Open the door, little buddy! We know that you're in there and that you're all alone... Your precious prefect is spending the last night of the winter break with someone else, right?" Ace yells, quickly being joined by a snickering and rapping at the door.

A shadow presses itself against the window, trying to peer through sheer curtains. You duck behind one of the striped couches on the outside of the room, close to the walls. Through the reflection of the glass cabinet, you can see the figure stay and linger at the window, tapping against the glass with a small can.

"Come on Grim. We've got tuna for ya if you just open the door and have a chat..." Deuce says, cupping his hands around his mouth as he yells through the glass.

His shadow straightens up, before pounding back on the glass, rattling the old pane against the tight frame, the narrow strips of wood being tight enough together that neither of them could just force their way through the window; Even if they shattered all the glass.

Which Deuce just might, slamming himself into the frame as hard as he could.

"I saw you move in there! Don't ignore us!" He shatters a pane, shoving his hand through to grab at the sheer curtains and tug, ripping them.

You duck back behind the couch, scanning for tools to protect yourself. Shut up. Don't be stupid, just think. Think quick, and smart.

The banging stops for a second. Before becoming far louder-- powerful enough to feel the floor shake. Metal creaks against its hinges, and the lock crashes into the strike plate of the door.

Ignore that, focus. Cleaning supplies. Always nearby, the dorm is filthy. Dish soap and mop bucket.

You dart out from behind the couch to grab the bottle of dish soap, grabbing it and rolling up against the wall just in time as the banging stops, the door knob jiggles and a thin wire pokes itself out from the cracks between the door frame. It makes quick work of the locks on the door, before opening, and Ace proudly struts into the room. The second he does, you pop the cap and squeeze the bottle, squirting bright blue goop into his eyes and smarmy mouth! And you splurt the floor for good measure!

You sprint back to behind the couch he pulls back, sputtering, and wiping it from his eyes in thick globs. You watch through the reflection of the cabinet as Deuce shoves his way past Ace as he splatters fistfuls of goop onto the floor, next to the bottle of leaking dish soap. Ace shoves Deuce for the push, and the resulting shove has both of them slipping on the puddle of dish soap you left in your hurry.

"Ahg-- Ace?! Why are you on the floor?"

A visibly wet smack as dish soap arches off Ace's gloves, slapping damply right into Deuce's face as he grunts from under his classmate: "Get off me, you buffoon! Go find the cat-- Grim, I'm gonna skin you for this, you little creep!"

"Don't make threats until after we have the little rat, runt. If he goes tattling we're screwed--"

"There's no one to tattle to! He's all alone in this big house! Even the ghosts aren't here! If we stick his claws in an electrical socket or force-feed him motor oil, no one would think anything of it! He's just a dumb animal that killed himself without supervision!"

Something glints from under the couch. You grasp at it, finding a spare ornament, and an unused ziptie, threaded through the top. There's got to be something you can use to create a bigger distraction and get you and Grim out of here.

There has to be something in reach-- going back to the bucket in plain sight of them is too risky. Shoving your hand under the couch, your clutch the first thing that your grasp: An aerosol room freshener. Score.

Wrapping the ziptie around the spray trigger, you tighten it and roll it over to the boys, still scrambling about on the floor. You watch from the reflection in the cabinet as Deuce gets a heavy spray right in the eyes, hollering in pain!

"AUGH-- Fucker! You think you're so smart, punk?! Your little bomb just gave away your position!" Deuce shouts, whipping out his magic pen, covering his eyes.

You feel a sense of dread. Primal instinct. You leap out from behind the couch just as he summons a caldron to crash into the couch, narrowly missing you as it smashes the solid oak to splinters. Splinters stick to your socks, embedding in your feet as you scamper off to another room, streams of water and gusts of wind being shot after you.

Just as you turn the corner to climb up the stairs and rush to Grim's room, you hear Ace curse exasperatedly, stumbling his way to the end of the hall to stare at you, still wiping his eyes on his sleeves. Another string of sighed curses leaves his lips as he watches you scramble up the stairs, making accidental eye-contact.

They know their plans are botched now.

Gotta climb faster.

On all fours, you claw up the stairs, just as a tug on your ankle forces your jaw to slam into them. Casting a glance backwards, Ace has gripped your ankle with his sticky gloves, grinning madly as you struggle to tug your ankle away from him, and try to dodge the other one of his hands trying to grasp for your other leg, only to end up sloppily groping your ass before trying again. You try to shake and kick him off, getting a hits to the side of his head, but not as effective as if you had room to wind up. He's gripping so hard it feels like he's going to break something. You scramble, shifting your weight side to side to get him off, prying yourself off the stairs and scratching your nails into the old wood. Your nails cling to the baseboard, prying the edge as much as you can, the wood creaking and snapping off with each desperate tug to pull yourself up.

The baseboard snaps, and you find yourself with a small wooden shiv, thinking to whip around and stab it into Ace's hand, leading him to retract for a second long enough for you to scramble up a step again-- before being slammed back down into the wood as you're grabbed again.

A girthy, irrate red centipede wiggles its way out from the hole in the baseboard, defensive of the now-ruined home.

You snatch it up, close to the head and the snapping mandibles as it wriggled and writhed, as you slowly reached back around to Ace, still clinging to your legs as you tried to shake him off. The teen was so focused on keeping you still as he pulled some ducttape off the roll with his teeth, that he didn't see the massive, snakelike body of the centipede until it was too late; And you stick it right on his face.

He seemed to freeze, giving you enough time to tug your leg again, just as he screamed an ear-piecing shriek!

Ace pawed at his face squirming violently on the stairs, thumping loudly on each step back to the bottom as you sprinted your way upstairs, into Grims room, slamming and locking the door behind you!

"What the hell is wrong--"

"PSYCHO PREFECT IS WHAT! Is it in my hair? Fucking thing was thick as a finger, and they put it right on my face! Is it in my hair?!"

"The prefect is home?! Dude! We're so screwed!"

"So go up there and get them, dipshit! Why are you standing still when they're up there getting a fucking bear trap or something ready?! Are you having an aneurysm or something?! Why are you just staring at me like that?!"

"...Ace... Don't... Move."

"Deuce... What are you talking about? Go get them-"

"Don't. Move."

"Deuce..?"

The telltale crash of a cast iron cauldron smashing through your rotten wood floors makes you nearly shit yourself, glancing back at a sleep-stirring Grim.

"DID I GET IT?"

"YOU ALMOST CRUSHED MY SKULL YOU NUTCASE!"

"DID I GET IT?!"

"You fucking moron!"

You snatch Grim up, using the blanket he was sleeping with like a hobo bag to hold him in, and open the window, edging your way carefully onto the roof. If you can just make safely to the other side of Ramshackle, you can try scaling down the ivy. And it will at least give you a head start-- Maybe hiding out in Sams is the best idea. A store owner must have a CCTV, right? And if Ace and Deuce try and kill either of you, then even if something happens to you, they'll get caught...

You wrap the corners of Grims blanket around your shoulders, like a makeshift baby pouch. You can definitely feel him squirming on your back, starting to wake up. You let go of the window, slipping down the rough roof tile. Laying on your stomach, you side-shuffle over, staying as low to the roof as you can to get the most traction. The edge nearly takes you by surprise when your foot doesn't connect with length that's not there. Slowly, you shuffle even closer to the edge, swaying your arm around the edge to find the vines of Ivy.

"I FOUND 'EM, ACE!"

Your head whips around to see Deuce leaning as far as he can out of the window before he scrambles to get onto the roof.

Whipping your head back to focus, you grab a fistful of vines and pull the rest of your body off the roof! You snatch another fistful with your other hand as you fall.

And fall all the way down, watching in horror as the ivy peels itself from the brick walls.

You feel Grim claw his way out of the pouch and onto your face just in time, as you land on your back with a sickening crunch.

"Oh shit," Ace comments, seemingly having been waiting for you at the bottom of the wall. You see Grim flee across the yard out of the corner of your eye, unable to lift your head.

The sound of snow crunching underfoot, and Deuce panting like crazy soon joins Ace in staring at you as you lay helpless on the ground. As soon as he arrives he gets asked: "Are we gonna get Grim?"

"No point, really..." Comes the huffed response; "We were gonna get him to fuck off, and he's fucked right off. Tonight didn't really go to plan anyway."

A boot gently kicks at your side as Ace turns his attention back to you: "Are you paralyzed or something? That was quite the fall."

You open your mouth to speak, but only a cracked whine makes it out. You cringe and try again, but nothing intelligible comes out.

"Holy shit, they're brain-damaged!" Ace grins, laughing as he backs away from you.

You feel Deuce tugging at your legs in the snow, dragging you from your shallow ditch in the snow. He begins tugging you closer to the dorm, before he drops your legs, moving to grab you under your arms and haul you that way, up against a wall. Breaking a window, he shoves you in, head first. The cold floors of Ramshackle are still warmer than the ice and snow.

"Alright. Hey, real quick, can you feel this?" Deuce begins poking you with a wire from an ornament, starting with your legs, and making his way up on both sides. You nod, wincing at some particularly sharp pricks, to which Deuce responds by rubbing the area to dull the pain.

"Can you say where you are right now? Do you know who I am? Who you are?" You nod again, voice stumbling through a pained response.

"Awesome. You're not brain-damaged! You're probably just winded from the fall. Is anything broken? Can you wiggle your fingers and toes? Try twisting side to side. If you can't it means your spine might be broken, and you need a doctor."

You comply, weirded out by the sudden care, but the doctor comment means they will call someone. And that someone will keep you safe, and them away. The pain's already fading, and likely nothing serious, but you could trick them... Deuce particularly seems like a soft touch. You wince as you try to twist, feigning inability.

Deuce makes a worried expression, like he's about to piss himself from fear.

He backs off slightly, giving you a bit more breathing room: "Try crossing your arms and lifting them as far away from your ribs as you can".

You comply again, feigning difficulty,

And duct tape wraps around your wrists instantly. Deuce presses his knee down into your chest to pin you down as he wraps as tightly as he can, while Ace ties your legs from outside.

"This really, really isn't my style. But we've got to get you somewhere that is not here when the teachers come back tomorrow, and we can't have Grim knowing where to find you." Deuce rambles, soaking his glove in a bottle of something, before pressing it to your face. He continues rambling, leaning in closer to whisper: "And I know how this looks! But I promise we won't do anything to you while you sleep. Or when you wake up! I swear! It's all more normal than it seems tonight-- or it can be anyways. And... And if you give me some time, give me a chance, we can even ditch Ace and forget this night ever happened! You just need some time somewhere else..."

The room spins with dark spots as Deuce presses his soaked glove further into your face. He continues rambling at you, while you feel Ace begin dragging you back out the window again. The snow doesn't feel cold this time as you fall into it. It just feels soft.

[dzamie]

Detecting AI-generated research papers through "tortured phrases"

So, a recent paper found and discusses a new way to figure out if a "research paper" is, in fact, phony AI-generated nonsense. How, you may ask? The same way teachers and professors detect if you just copied your paper from online and threw a thesaurus at it!

It looks for “tortured phrases”; that is, phrases which resemble standard field-specific jargon, but seemingly mangled by a thesaurus. Here's some examples (transcript below the cut):

profound neural organization - deep neural network

(fake | counterfeit) neural organization - artificial neural network

versatile organization - mobile network

organization (ambush | assault) - network attack

organization association - network connection

(enormous | huge | immense | colossal) information - big data

information (stockroom | distribution center) - data warehouse

(counterfeit | human-made) consciousness - artificial intelligence (AI)

elite figuring - high performance computing

haze figuring - fog/mist/cloud computing

designs preparing unit - graphics processing unit (GPU)

focal preparing unit - central processing unit (CPU)

work process motor - workflow engine

facial acknowledgement - face recognition

discourse acknowledgement - voice recognition

mean square (mistake | blunder) - mean square error

mean (outright | supreme) (mistake | blunder) - mean absolute error

(motion | flag | indicator | sign | signal) to (clamor | commotion | noise) - signal to noise

worldwide parameters - global parameters

(arbitrary | irregular) get right of passage to - random access

(arbitrary | irregular) (backwoods | timberland | lush territory) - random forest

(arbitrary | irregular) esteem - random value

subterranean insect (state | province | area | region | settlement) - ant colony

underground creepy crawly (state | province | area | region | settlement) - ant colony

leftover vitality - remaining energy

territorial normal vitality - local average energy

motor vitality - kinetic energy

(credulous | innocent | gullible) Bayes - naïve Bayes

individual computerized collaborator - personal digital assistant (PDA)

[basilthesnakingthing]

Have been thinking about that Jekyll and Hyde AU that I could possibly make into a real show because the original book is public domain.

My idea is that it would be an asylum/ boarding school/ orphanage for "monstrous children" like changeling children that parents abandon there to avoid a cuckoo bird invader situation, or kids that are just very troubled in a supernatural seeming way.

Other characters I would include are:

Dracula: Going idea is that he's a long time resident of the place (I need to call it something, but it has so many functions, I don't know what to go with.) who Hyde looks up to. But unlike Hyde who is just kind of a menace, Dracula is more of an active bully. He has a posse of other vampires - younger ones that treat him like a gang leader, but in a preppy way, do you know what I mean? The blood thing is treated like dietary thing that only comes up at meal times. Like in households where everyone is used to one kid having an allergy. Nobody mentions it, that's just what he's eating. There's gotta be some silly place they get it from, though. Some half wholesome, half dreary process that matches the vibe. There are nice vampires that aren't rude to Jekyll and his friends and like, try to include them in stuff. I can't have a situation like with Slitherin in Harry Potter where if you belong to one group you automatically act like a jerk for no reason, because I always hated that. But those ones will be background characters.

Victor Frankenstein: Jekyll's best friend. Fascinated by "icky" things like mushrooms and creepy crawlies and dead stuff and how they work. Equally terrified of them in person. Was already attending the boarding school before Jekyll arrived (Maybe I should call it "The [Name] Boarding School For Monstrous Children". Cause even the kids who are living there permanently still go to classes.) Was a star student, especially at math and biology. Made friend's with Jekyll on day one after finding out they had similar interests.

Abraham Van Helsing is a professor and so is Merlin.

Peter Pan and the Mad Hatter are also there, and they're also menaces, although not to the same degree Hyde is. They're friends with the mischievous ghost who haunts the school. They are the theater kids.

Jekyll and Hyde know about each other from the beginning. They're a naturally occurring DID system in this version (as in, there was no serum.) It's not completely realistic because this is a silly cartoon, but I do intend to portray them compassionately and not as a scary gimmick. At first they don't really like each other. Then I'm going to escalate it under the audience's noses until they both break down crying at some point about how the consequences of the other's actions are unfair. They get to the point that they hate one another.

There are two pivotal events that start to make Jekyll start to see Hyde in a different light. One is when the cool teacher, Professor Van Helsing, takes Hyde under his wing and finds chores and other productive activities that the violent alter actually really enjoys. Hey come and direct all your aggressive energy into this one productive task. And because I'm projecting, it works really well. He actually finds it really cathartic. If it's "Prep these items for me" Hyde will come back again in a comically short amount of time, stary-eyed and eager to make you come see his comically large pile of that item. If it's "Rake the leaves from this entire part of the grounds" he will go at it so hard. He will go at those leaves like he's waging war. It's adorable. And two. Dracula picks a fight with them while Jekyll (who would lose badly) is controlling their body. And Hyde immediately takes over and defends them. He kicks Dracula's ass, and the next time they're talking in the mirror, Jekyll hesitantly thanks him. He hadn't thought about how Hyde could protect him in situations like that. And when Hyde is like, "I did that cause I like fighting stuff," Jekyll kinda starts to consider, maybe it's not all bad that he likes violence. At least, not all the time.

(And another thing!)

[theexaltedbride]

Dead Island 2 Slayers x Reader Headcanons (Part Three!)

(Still having a fun time, and people wanted more, so here you go! Have fun and happy Slaying!)

Amy:

-Amy has a competitive streak to her that tends to leave her very huffy whenever she loses at anything. But all it takes is a couple of kisses from you on her neck, cheek, or lips to brighten her back up. To the point the others joke about deploying you as a secret weapon whenever Amy gets actually angry about something.

-Sometimes she just likes to be held by you in the shower when you are both easing down and soothing your muscles from a long day of slaying monsters.

-It took some doing, but you managed to get Amy talking more about her personal life, and focusing on things besides winning the Paralympics, she actually works as a part time as a teacher for children with special needs, and has several fun stories, including how she met the actress for Space Fox 2250, and only really knew her because one of the kids in her 6th Grade class had an SF:2250 lunchbox with the actress on it. She misses her kids, and hopes they are okay. But you reassure her that they are, and to just keep thinking about the good times, because when you all make it through this, they are going to want to see their favorite teacher.

-Amy has mentioned offhandedly that she enjoys going shopping from time to time, not so much because she likes to buy things, but because she loves the experience of not knowing what you might find at a brick and mortar store. It just feels good getting to move around and see other people going about their day. So one time you cleared out a section of a mall of some zombies, and told Amy it was going to be a shopping day, just you and her. While you can’t bring in other people to walk around, you can at least give her part of that experience again.

-Hates having to clean zombie splatter out of her hair buns, but refuses to wear a hat or hairnet to stop it from happening, no matter how many times you suggest it to her. If you didn’t know any better you’d think that she was doing it so you would always be on hand to help her wash her hair.

Bruno:

-His old life as a hustler helps him to sometimes haggle other survivor groups out of some goods and services, but he also uses it to get things he knows you would like and plays it off as just being part of the deal.

-Bruno hated corruption back in the day, and some of his hustles were meant to expose that. If you offer to help him get some dirt on shitty politicians and other rich people who abandoned all the civilians to die in Hell-A, then he will never forget it.

-He might have ‘borrowed’ some leftover filming equipment from Monarch studios to start recording the best moments between you and him in high definition. He wants to be able to remember your smile in perfect clarity and better quality than just his phone.

-He gets all fussy when he loses his beanie and you can see that his hair is actually a total mess. He wears the beanie to cover up a ruined patch of hair that he had to shave off early in the outbreak when a zombie grabbed some of his dreadlocks and pulled hard enough to rip some hair out. But you assure him he would look good regardless of how he has his hair, or even no hair at all. He’s the one making the style look good, not the other way around.

-Bruno isn’t always the best about sharing his emotions and feelings, but you’ve started to pick up a general vibe that he gets a smart mouth when he’s upset, angry, or annoyed. He’s constantly in this mode when dealing with Rikky, and you tend to tag in when Bruno gets like this so that the group doesn’t start anything with other survivors.

Carla:

-She absolutely hates anything creepy or crawly, be it regular insects or infected who are covered in bugs. So she hung close to you when the group had to clear out the Monarch Studios set for the Rise of the God Spider, since tons of actual spiders were crawling across the floor and spreading real web everywhere. 

-Loves when you bring her any nice looking bikes scavenged from the city, even if she needs to fix them. She was a mechanic before and so is always working on something to stave off boredom. You bringing her things to fix (especially if they go fast) really puts a smile on her face. 

-Carla is as tough as they come. She’s made her peace with the idea of dying at the hands of the infected, but she can’t stand the idea of losing you. The thought of living in a world without you, after having finally found you haunts her nightmares. You know she’s had one of those nightmares when the following day she seems to constantly be checking up on you and making sure she knows you’re there and not hurt.

-She tends to lose her earrings in the middle of more intense fights, especially when forced to fist fight with Crushers, so she really appreciates it when you pick up her earrings again or find new ones to replace them.

-If you ask very nicely, Carla might decide to bench press you in the gym, lifting you up like you weigh nothing.

Dani:

-Always wants to hear about your family and what they were like, especially any happy and fun memories you have, because she does not have a good relationship with her own family. Maybe she will tell you the full story someday. 

-If you let her, she can absolutely cut and style your hair. Though be prepared for her to experiment with it to see what works best for you, results may vary wildly. 

-At first you might have found Dani’s constant swearing off putting, but after a while it grew on you and you’ve started to swear casually just like her. She finds it cute but states you will never be able to swear to the same level as her.

-Sometimes she can get very sassy with you, but as time goes on you’ve learned to differentiate her playful sassiness with her being actually angry, annoyed, or teasing.

-Dani won’t admit it, but she loved that you brought her a whole pack of her favorite lipstick. It took some work to find it, but it was worth it, and Dani makes sure to test it out on you frequently by leaving lipstick imprint on your mouth for all to see.

Jacob:

-His time as a Stuntman has helped him survive getting hit by tougher infected as he just relaxes his body and takes the hit, the first time you saw this it shocked you and you thought Jacob had been seriously injured, you only calmed down after seeing him get back up, but that reaction told Jacob you had genuine feelings for him.

-Jacob invited you to a late night party with Rikky and Roxanne. You honestly can’t remember what happened, you partied way too hard and woke up with Jacob on several pink flamingo floaties all taped together, on the roof of Rikky and Roxanne’s place. 

-When Jacob found out that there were still chefs surviving at the Blue Crab over on Venice Beach, he went the extra mile to help secure it and bring them supplies so that they could prepare something nice for you and the others (but mostly so you and Jacob could have a date night together and pretend things were back to normal). 

-If you are open to smoking with Jacob, he will start you off small and get you used to it (and only the best brands he can scavenge) before you two will be smoking like pros. Given the state of things you might not even live long enough to get lung cancer, or might be immune to it thanks to being a Numen. Either way, Jacob wants you to live it up with him.

-You might have gotten a contact high from Trent’s special blend, but to Jacob its weaksauce, though he does keep some of it handy in case you would like to smoke some, and will keep an eye on you so that you don’t get into any trouble or get hurt with your initial high.

Ryan:

-Ryan absolutely has his Himbo moments, but he’s not as dumb as others might think. He’s better at coming up with quick plans on the fly rather than long projects, so you pick up the slack for him in that regard.

-When you sleep together, Ryan tends to roll over on top of you protectively and you’ve come to appreciate the feeling of him on top of you, almost like a big warm, weighted blanket.

-Ryan actually hates needles and tends to flinch each time he needs to use an autoinjector, needs stitches from an injury, or has to help Dr. Reed with his vaccine stuff. But if you can distract him by holding his hand or keeping his attention things will go much easier.

-Ryan loved seeing the giant spider animatronic over at Monarch Studios because he’s actually a big fan of giant monster movies. So if you happen to surprise him with some while out scavenging its gonna be a fun night of seeing your man geeking out over his hyperfixation.

-Ryan is actually very particular about how he has his coffee made and would rather go to the nearest coffee shop and fix it himself than let someone else do it wrong. The only exception to that rule is when you are the one making the coffee for him. When you do it its always perfect, because its made with love.

All Purpose Headcanons:

-When your lover was thrown into that pit in the sewers by the Eschaton group, full of infected which forced them to go berserk, you jumped in after them without a moment’s hesitation. Your Slayer Lover was rabid, wild, tearing apart infected with their bare hands. For a moment it looked like they might do the same to you, but when their eyes stared into your own, they recognized you, and it started to calm them down, bringing them back to normality.

-Luciana set up some scavenged videogame consoles down in the game room. Your Slayer lover always likes to have you as their player 2 and sits right next to you as you play. 

-Curtis likes to hang out there too and while he doesn’t play any games (hands have far too much arthritis and games move too fast for him) he’s grown to enjoy watching the others play them and watching the stories sometimes or even talking about them. During Tabletop RPG nights in the gameroom, he also likes to sit nearby and watch, while commenting on how to properly roll dice like he did back in his younger days as a star when he went to Vegas, or adding random bits of commentary.

-Amanda has been trying to set up a better internet connection in the living room so that she can upload her videos. She’s had no luck so far, but she’s also shown her softer side by asking everyone to write an email to someone they care for on the outside, and saving it on her tablet, so that if she does get a signal, she can send it out as soon as possible before they lose the signal again.

-Everytime you have to go into the sewers you end up needing like a three hour bath to scrub yourself clean, but your lover is always there to help you out, even if they too smell bad from being in the sewers with you.

-Emma doesn’t like it, but you all love using her jacuzzi in the back of the mansion. You all just sit back, take in the sun, relax in the water, and ignore the sound of the Zeds outside. Nothing like taking a break with some good friends.

[cheyrose-13]

Okay okaayokay so I think we've all seen the idea of Ghostface being seen as a "Mentor" for Legion, Imagine that but let's give that role to reader for a sec bc I love self inserts 💀🫶

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Their little group had been fascinated with your antics for *years,* Ever since your kills started showing up in the news, the papers, small warnings from teachers, parents and over adults around to "Not Stay Out Too Late" Given, they hadn't had their taste of blood yet, but that wouldn't stop their true crime loving minds from being totally enamored with your paragraph in the paper.

The clips were cut out, strung up while the four tried to make sense of it all, Not to get a junior detective badge from the police force of course. No, they could care less about a small piece of bronze painted plastic.

They just wanted to know, They just wanted to know what was going on in your head.

Maybe they'd even take some ideas from you - Not to steal them, but it worked out for you, Didn't it?

It lasted, till your spree began to slow down, there were less news reports on you, less warnings, less of...well everything.

They waited for reports, any they could get. All with the wonder, had you finally been caught?

When these reports stopped completely with the idea that you may have finally been caught, They took what they learned from the clippings they saved. And decided to continue your spree for you.

It wasn't necessarily planned, just when the moment arrived they did. The janitor of some store they were trying to steal from.

They didn't expect anyone to still be at the store after closing, but it was their chance to honor you.

The body was later buried, left to rot under layers of dirt and the fresh snow of Ormond.

They were set to go home, go home like they didn't just end someone's life.

Only, this time was different, They couldn't leave the burial site, The woods looked bigger then they remembered, foggier than they remembered, and it looked like it was moving. The dark mist creeping through the woods, moving slowly as if they were the prey now.

It moved, till it swallowed the group of four into a swirling cloud of dark fog.

And when it dissipated? They went with it.

The Entities Realm.

When the fog left their view they were met with a different woods, less snow, less light. It was dark, dense and foggy, a campsite judging by the warm crackling fire. It was inhabited to, inhabited by the other murderers of the game, They saw just about everything you could imagine, creepy, crawly critters, Only what you could imagine to be waiting under your bed at night, to even characters from the shitty slashed movies they used to watch — But they weren't real. Right?

The fog opened once more, inviting in one last killer who was arriving home from a trial, You.

The one They'd been using as a indirect mentor for so long. With four new Moris on your belt.

They could've completely forgotten about the strange fog that just swallowed up their world as they knew it.

It was you.

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[naniskys]

Get to Know Me Tag :)

Thanks for the tag @cornflowershade and @qt-qtoey !! <33

do you make your bed? very rarely lol, i can't be bothered most days 🫡

what's your favourite number? 7

what is your job? i do private tutoring + work at a tutoring place

if you could go back to school, would you? uhh i mean i'm still in uni, med school's rough so idk if i'd wanna ever come back 😭 Although i took a linguistics unit once and it was rlly interesting, maybe i'd like to go back at some point (in the very distant future) to do more of that for fun :))

can you parallel park? nope, still on my learners and i haven't gotten around to learning lol

a job you had that would surprise people? hmm honestly haven't had any particularly surprising jobs? just the regular minimum wage retail stuff <//3

ooh but if we go with something adjacent that people would find surprising, i think irls would be very shocked to know that i write fanfic 😂

do you think aliens are real? Potentially? I feel like there's surely something somewhere out there, idk in what capacity though

can you drive a manual car? nope

what's your guilty pleasure? nothing's a guilty pleasure if you're shameless enough about your interests 😌

tattoos? i like the idea of them but i don't think i'll ever get one :)

favorite color? purple!! hence all the question colours hehehe

favorite type of music? osts of whichever show/movie i'm watching at the moment, that's pretty much the only music i've been listening for the last 2-ish years 😭 i guess most of that will count under pop music!

do you like puzzles? yesss!!! i love any and all types of puzzles <33

any phobias? idk if it's a phobia but i'm definitely NOT a fan of bugs/creepy crawlies, pls stay away from me 🙏🙏

favorite childhood sport? ahahaha i hated sports class with a passion all throughout school 😪 but i liked watching swimming and tennis a lot, i still keep up with tennis sometimes !!

do you talk to yourself? mostly just in my head, i'm surrounded by people most of the time so i wouldn't wanna talk out loud lol

what movies do you adore? i'm not rlly a big movie person, but some movies i've rewatched many times: Tenet, Tell Me How I Die (it's this horror movie with Ryan Higa of nigahiga fame that i was obsessed with when it first came out because i was going through a nigahiga phase 😩), Barbie and the Diamond Castle (the og barbie movies stay superior 💯💯), We Are Champions (only watched this recently, it's a taiwanese movie with my fav fandy fan in it <3 it's a very solid sports movie :))

coffee or tea? Coffee !!! although i like tea too. iced coffee and iced tea ftw

first thing you wanted to be growing up? i don't rlly remember? probably author or teacher :)

tagging @dramalets @xinhua-jun @kess-in-the-perthchimzone @quodekash @buckystilinski @gaiaxygang @moeblobmegane @telomeke @dropthedemiurge + anyone else who sees this, no pressure !! :D

[decrepitdeer]

What are the relationships between your ocs and the cannon characters of css

Thanks for the question! These were fun to think about! (I actually wrote the full answer once before, but the my internet fucked up and I lost the entire thing 🙃)

Mara kept mostly to herself in the beginning. She got along fine with most of the students, although some were intimidated by her. She wasn't really close to anyone, before Thatch that is. They didn't get along at all when they first met. Mara was annoyed by pretty much anything he did, and Thatch was baffled and furious about Mara being at Scare School in the first place. Mara also wasn't intimidated by Thatch, which drove him near insane. Over time, bit by bit, they got closer. They are currently good friends, but only the two of them know it Thatch's pride couldn't handle the others knowing he's friends with with a human pfft

Mara also uses her powers to help Casper and his friends whenever there some kind of a disaster happening at school which is almost everyday so

The faculty is mixed on her. They do appreciate her grim attitude and fondness for creepy things, but Mara is also an independent thinker, so she often questions the things they are being taught (this annoys Professor Burns especially)

Mara also is not a huge fan of Alder and Dash, never really trusting anything they say. The two of them also find her.. somewhat creepy, and not in a good way.

Briar is kind and sociable, which rubs most of the students the wrong way, but not all. She mostly spends her time with Casper, Mantha and Ra, although she gets along with everyone! (If you ask her at least) Briar can sympathize with Casper's unwillingness to be mean and scary, Ra and her get up to stupid shenanigans sometimes and Briar is Mantha's only girl friend, so she talks to Briar about things her other friends won't fully understand (girlhood solidarity✊ )

Thatch tried and succeeded in hurting Briar's feelings that one time, but hasn't done it since finding out she turns into a towering beast, when she gets upset enough. Wolfie talks to her sometimes to ask if she has the same experiences with her beast form as he does, and Briar often offers to be Mickey's and Monaco's next victim makeover project.

Briar was always a good student in her other school, and that is not about to stop now! The only complaint that the teachers have is her constant kindness, but since she grew up with humans, so they let it slide most of the time.

Amari loves all the creatures and creepy crawlies of the underworld! No one knows she's there, but she knows them. She appreciates Casper's kind heart, Mantha's passion etc. Since Amari pretty much lives inside of Mara's noggin, she also knows about Mara's and Thatch's friendship, and occasionally teases her about it because what else are witchcraft mentors/big sister figures for?

She doesn't mind the faculty for the most part, but sometimes pushes Mara to stick it to the man, especially when it comes to Alder an Dash. Amari also agrees with Frankengymteacher on the fact that villagers with torches are the literal worst.

Amari isn't aware of this, but I think Kibosh knows about her/remembers her, or at least story of her destroying a bunch villages with her magic.

[edupunkn00b]

Where the Air Is Sweet, Chapter 13

Photo by Rachel Martin via Unsplash

Prev - Ch. 13 - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 871 - Rated: G - CW: fluff! (and storybooks) :D

Patton and Logan read together. The story sparks a question from Logan. -

“‘Isn’t it odd,’” Patton read aloud from the book his students—well, his students and their parents—had given him for Teacher Appreciation Day. “‘We can only see our outsides but nearly everything happens on the inside.’”

Logan softened in his hold and hummed, the vibrations dancing out from the middle of his back and against Patton’s chest and arms. They sat curled together on their new loveseat, celebrating its arrival with stories and cuddles. With Patton’s arms curled around his middle, Logan held the book, the simple text and illustrations captivating them both.

They’d originally planned to each read their own books. Logan was working through The Four Agreements, but he’d looked up with each of Patton’s tiny gasps and coos at the lovely storybook. Finally, his curiosity had burned too brightly to contain and he’d sheepishly asked Patton to start again from the beginning.

That had been well over an hour ago. The soft story of a lonely little boy, his new cake-obsessed mole friend, and a promised fox and horse had kept their attention as the night grew dark.

“‘“Imagine how we would be if we were less afraid,” said the boy.’” Patton continued, then waited for Logan to turn the page.

Instead of turning, though, Logan held the book with one hand and brushed his fingertips over Patton’s knuckles. “What do you think we would be like if we were less afraid, Pat?”

“I wouldn’t need a nightlight,” he chuckled gently, then rested his cheek against the top of Logan’s head. His hair was warm and soft, and lightly tickled Patton's cheek in the most delightful way.

Logan’s heartbeat thudded against Patton’s forearm but he didn’t speak.

“That’s not really what you meant though, huh, Lo?” Patton murmured.

“No,” he whispered. His heart raced in the quiet room until Patton imagined he could hear it. Logan sucked in a sharp breath and slowly let it out, the warmth radiating over Patton’s hands. “I’m not afraid of the dark or spiders”—he tilted his head to smile at him—”Creepy crawly death dealers. But… I do get scared. There are… there are many things that frighten me.”

The muscles in Patton’s arms flexed as he held Logan just a little tighter, pretending for a moment he could banish all of his dearest friend’s fears through the strength of flesh and bone and will alone. “What are you afraid of, Lo?”

“I…” He set down the book, carefully marking the page with the little card the children had signed. “I was afraid to ask you about this loveseat,” he finally said, tracing the weave of the upholstery.

“I’m glad you conquered your fear,” Patton smiled. “I really like being able to sit with you like this.”

“As do I,” Logan admitted in a tiny whisper. “I…” His heartbeat shot back up and he glanced at their bedroom door.

“Lo,” Patton began, very gently. “There’s no wrong answer to this, I promise, but…” Logan shifted in his arms, not pulling away, but turning until he was nearly cradled against his chest. “Is there something else you want but you’re afraid to ask for?”

His answer was a nod. And a bright red flush across his cheeks.

Patton pressed one small kiss into his hair and waited. When Logan still didn’t speak, Patton kissed the top of his head again. “I promise you, Lo… The absolute worst thing I might say is no.”

“I can imagine a great deal worse than a simple ‘no,’” Logan whispered. “In fact, ‘no’ feels like the most I can hope for.”

“You can never get what you don’t ask for,” Patton replied. “I care about you far too much to say anything worse than ‘no.’” Big, dark eyes looked up at him and from this angle, Patton caught a glint of the silver at Logan's collarbone. He tapped gently at the metal. “I might surprise you again.”

Lithe, warm fingers covered Patton’s and something shifted behind Logan’s eyes. He smiled at last, the worry melting from his face. “Promise?” he asked.

“Promise,” Patton said, nodding solemnly.

“If I were fearless,” he began, eyes downcast as though a small part of him was still very much afraid of Patton’s expression. “If I were fearless,” he tried again, “I would ask if you wanted to share a bed.”

The words came out in such a rush, it took Patton a moment to be sure he even understood the question. In his silence, Logan kept his eyes trained down, stiff in Patton's arms. “Do you mean every night?” Patton asked. Despite Logan’s obvious discomfort, he couldn’t help the smile growing on his face. “Not just when I have a nightmare?”

Still looking down, Logan nodded slowly. “While I would never wish distress or a disturbed night of sleep for you, I… I miss it when…” His voice cracked and he sniffled. Despite Patton's assurances, Logan's fear over Patton's response poured off of him in waves, squeezing his heart.

“Oh, Lo…” Patton lifted his chin and smiled when he finally looked up. “My bed feels awfully lonely without you in it, Lo. I'd love to share it with you.”

“Really?” Logan asked, eyes grown misty above a tiny, shaky smile.

“Really.”

[determinate-negation]

In the third grade, my teacher had various creepy crawly class pets, which included three roaches. She let them walk over our hands and told us about the noises they'd make to each other or to whatever threatened them. It has made things much easier and much harder when it comes to encountering them now... for years I have regarded them as kinda cute, but that doesn't stop the immediate revulsion when I find one where it shouldn't be. And what can be done to help it! I'm glad not to be the only one who is saddened by this.

roaches in various natural environments are really important for the ecosystem and they are pretty cute actually like the jungle roaches. i kill them if theyre in my apartment because i have to but i never understand why they are so uniquely disgusting to people. i always played with bugs when i was a kid and i love them so im not easily creeped out. this will probably sound really gross but when i was a kid i would pick up the roaches in our backyard, wouldnt do this now but idk i thought they were like any other bug

[fasciation-fascination]

pigeon i need you to know i think of the phrase "inordinately fond of beetles" on a daily basis because of your description. sounds so nice and makes me smile <3

thank you! it is (probably) a quote by JBS Haldane! there are a handful of different versions and he may not have actually ever said it!

some popular versions are:

The Creator, if He exists, has "an inordinate fondness for beetles".

If one could conclude as to the nature of the Creator from a study of creation, it would appear that God has an inordinate fondness for stars and beetles.

The Creator, if He exists, has a special preference for beetles, and so we might be more likely to meet them than any other type of animal on a planet that would support life.

it is mostly referring to how common beetles are and how many of them there are, that if there was a god who wanted to create animals in his image, it might make more sense for that image to be beetles (or stars), not humans. but it's also just a kind of general statement about beetles and theology.

I've always had weirdly religious feelings about creepy crawlies and so I became kind of obsessed with this quote when I first heard it. and calling myself inordinately fond of beetles both seemed like such a nice way to announce my intense love for them, but also made me feel weirdly connected to a sort of vague, unspecified divinity.

idk sorry if this was really long and/or something you already knew

"inordinately fond of beetles" and "watching the daisies grow" (taken from a complaint that one of Alan Turing's teachers had about him) are like. my two favourite quote thingies ever. they are quite important to my, like, existing in the world, especially the second one. I could write another whole thing about that one 🥺

[ID: a screenshot from wikipedia showing a photo of a beetle walking through leaf-litter captioned "an inordinate fondness for beetles"]

[roads-rise-to-meet-me]

Gush About Your OC

Thank you so much for tagging me in this @zinkleberg!  ♥ Was wonderful to wake up and see that in my notes this morning! 

Rules: 

- Post 5 facts about your OC. 

- Open the latest section of the Cyberpunk 2077 tag, and reblog 5 posts of people you don’t follow, giving them nice tags. 

- Tag 5 people to spread the game. 

Annnnnnddddd here’s some Valkyrie trivia for ya! 

1. With Valk being more musically inclined, I’ve gone through a lot of singing voiceclaims for her trying to find the perfect one. However the one I last settled on is the longest a single voice has stuck and it’s definitely the one I’m most happy with; Sheryl Crow! Best examples are probably the song If It Makes You Happy and her fantastic cover of Sweet Child O’ Mine. 

2. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned this outside of Discord, but Valk’s actually a pretty decent painter! Her chosen medium is watercolors, and she enjoys painting any nice scenery she happens to stumble across on her travels. Looking at all of her artwork plastered to the walls of her tent is looking at a map of all the places she’s ever drifted through, and you can tell when a certain vista grabs her attention the most as she’ll sometimes have multiple pieces of the same scenery from different angles. She has at least four paintings of the view from the rim of the Grand Canyon. 

3. Most desert creepy crawlies don’t bother Valk, and if you have an uninvited guest in your tent, calling upon her to extract it is usually a safe bet...However, she’s a bit more wary around snakes than she is around things like scorpions or spiders. Almost dying from the bite of a coral snake during a family trip down south does that to a person. 

4. While a fantastic mechanic, Valk is sort of a lousy teacher of the craft. Everything to her is essentially muscle memory after maintaining her own vehicles for so long, and if you ask her to explain the process, you’ll likely cause her to short circuit and forget what she’s doing. It’s best to leave her to her own devices, as she simply can’t work and spew technobabble at the same time. 

5. Valk’s had quite a few weird experiences during all her time out on the road; weird as in paranormal. Strange lights in the sky, faceless people on the side of the road, motels and diners that exist one day and are gone without a trace the next. She even spent time doing some amateur detective work in some little podunk town being terrorized by an apparent serial killer. Get enough drinks in her on any given night, and you’ll inevitably get to hear plenty of stories about UFO’s and mannequin people. 

Tagging With Absolutely No Pressure: @kugo1 @jaymber @projectdanse @caer-oswin​ @cyberneticnipples

[tvrningout-a]

it's not something i've often thought about, but chiyo learned a lot of practical skills from her parents and grandmother -- like sewing, which she uses to create costumes and cosplays :' ) she actually finds making something from scratch to be really soothing and rewarding bc it's something that distracts her mind with a nice pay off. that's probably part of the reason that art is not only what she's passionate about but also the thing that helps chiyo manage her emotions most.

other learned skills include: cooking/baking, making jams and jellies, hanging christmas lights/decorations, starting a fire ( her father isn't trusted with matches anymore btw ), basic first aid ( her mom is a teacher and refuses to be unprepared ), changing a car's oil ( she hates this one actually bc she's encountered one too many creepy crawlies ), and other miscellaneous tasks.

[my-introvert-hideout]

Terms for People Who Like Animals: An (Un)Official Guide

Pet Lovers / Likes Animals:

Empathy for horses, dogs, cats (hit or miss), rodents (only cute mice, hamsters, guinea pigs, and chinchillas), birds (if you're lucky), fish (unlikely but possible)

Loves the zoo

Doesn't entirely "believe" that animals feel things

Animal Lovers:

Friends with PETA and the Vegan Teacher

Empathy for mostly mammals (probably doesn't know that other kinds of animals exist; if they do, they don't care all that much, except for chickens for some reason)

Despises hunters in all forms

Thinks animals are spiritual and can communicate telepathically with them (Timothy Treadwell, people who smile at primates, etc.)

Animal People:

Watches Casual Geographic on the reg

Empathy for reptiles (including birds; the fact that they know birds are reptiles lol), amphibians, fish, mammals, invertebrates (yes, even creepy crawlies!)

Supports regulated hunting due to environmental factors in certain areas (especially in areas where large carnivores are basically non-existent)

Thinks animals are incredible living beings (that may or may not have souls) but are also very much, y'know, not MYSTICAL