#ensis

[0w0whatisthis]

venia (white hair) (she/her) and ensis (black hair) (he/him currently, she/her back then) 100 years ago..... :<

[driften-sea-snake]

less than an hour into the dlc but i just fell into a cave with three goddamn dogs. was kinda mad about it but then i found some turtles chilling by a river. the carian followers of messmer brought their turtles with them. we’re so back folks

[ensi-undertale]

Don’t mind me screaminGGGGGG

My new undermeow coffee plushie from @wolfbeestudio is here, customs let him through quickly because he’s such a special boy~

THANK YOU for the sticker and for making these beautiful plushies of my best boy. They’re SO high quality, and unique, and gorgeous. You’d best believe when I saw coffee cat on the side of the box I snatched it from my OH and went full gremlin

Psssst, there’s still some on Etsy guys 💛🖤

[as8bakwthesage]

Anjou Ensis, AKA Courier Six

Age: 45 (looks like someone in their mid 20s because Deathling)

Pronouns: They/Them

Species: Deathling (former Human)

Bio: From a small community in rural New England, Anjou has traveled the east of the Wasteland, moving from community to community. About two and a half years before the events of FNV, they found themself in the Mojave. They got a job as a courier and has been there since.

They are crass and extremely blunt and brutally honest, but they can't help their big heart. Anjou is someone who tries so hard to act aloof and above it all, but when push comes to shove, they will do the right thing. They are a ride or die kind of person.

They also have ~trauma~, being rejected from their original community after becoming a Deathling at age 15 and accidentally killing a few of their people. Alongside this, they've been through a lot in the past 30 years.

They hate the Legion with a burning passion and they have no love for the NCR. They believe that the Legion is objectively worse, but that the NCR and the Legion are both imperialistic colonisers who are morally corrupt. The Brotherhood of Steel they don't care for much, but so long as they stay out of Anjou's way, then they are fine. The Great Khans and them have a cordial relationship. Any independent community in the Mojave Anjou treats with respect and are generally liked by these communities.

Anjou usually avoids showing their face and tends to wear their black linen robes and facial covering. They have burn scars on their face, neck, upper torso, and hands/lower arms from touching and drinking radiation infested water which turned them into a Deathling.

[a-softer-world-for-ssss]

did it hurt? when you clawed your way up from the depths of hell?

[owlete666]

[thatmintleaf]

Today I saw a guy walking a ferret and the ferret's name was FLEKI

[vieraslaji]

mun halu postata Hauskoja Tarinoita Itsestäni aina vaikeutetaan sillä et ei mitään kiinnostava ikinä käy mulle joten oon päätynyt että mun pitäis alkaa hyppäämään pelottaviin tilanteihin huvin vuoksi et osaan kirjoittaa niistä. tää varmasti ei päädy huonosti 👍

[silentworldarchives]

Ensi Illustration

[folkdevilism]

[karvoja]

Kesäaamun muisto, vai kauhukertomus.

Kun herää mökillä noin aamuviis, eikä keksi mitään älykästä toimintaa itselleen, saa päähänpiston lähteä aamu-uinnille, kuin reippaat ihmiset konsanaan. Ja koska paikalla ei ole muita, niin uimaan voi pulahtaa hyvin ilkosillaankin. Olen nähkääs kovin häveliäs ihminen, joten ihmisseurassa pidetään vaatteet yllä. Ei sillä, että eläinseurassa ne riisuttaisiin välittömästi, vasta sopivalla hetkellä.

Mutta nyt takaisin kertomuksen pariin.

Tässä kohtaa tarinaa rantakalliolle ollaan jo saavuttu ja veteen on liukasteltu nilkkoihin asti. Aurinko on juuri oikealla korkeudella, jotta vastarannankin epäonniset ristikontäyttäjät huomaisivat katseensa nostaessaan, että jokin auringon kirkastama valkea kapistus tönöttää kylmässä vedessä muuten varjoon jäävää rantaa vasten.

Ja tottahan niemenkärjen takaa alkaa juuri kantautua veneen pätpätystä ja ihmispuheen ääni. Nyt on neljä vaihtoehtoa.

Kirmata ylös vedestä ja kipittää saunalle jätetyn pyyhkeen suojaa, jolloin veneellä liikkuvat varmasti näkisivät kalpean pyllyn vilistävän auringon valaisemana rantaheinikossa.

Könytä ylös vedestä ja syöksyä kallion taakse piiloon kykkimään, jolloin pihan suunnasta mahdollisesti saapuva näkisi kalpean olmin pyllyn kallioiden lomassa. Kenenkään muunhan ei pitäisi olla paikalla, mutta ei sitä koskaan tiedä kuka on yönsä viettänyt puuvajassa!

Plumpsauttaa itsensä hyiseen veteen ja saada mahdollisesti sydänkohtaus. Löytyä myöhemmin pöhöttyneenä syysmyrskyn rantaan heittämänä kaukaisen kallioluodon rannasta.

Tai jäädä paikoilleen vilkuttamaan veneilijöille huomenet.

Pikaisen riskiarvion jälkeen sydänkohtauksen mahdollinen toteutuminen tuottaa vähiten häpeää, olenhan jo siinä kohtaa kuollut kun minut alkusyksystä löydetään.

*plumps*

Vedessä on kylmä, kuten oletettua. Veneessä on kalastajia, kuten odotettua. Ja kalastajat pysäyttävät purkkinsa niemen takaa esiin tultuaan ja jäävät kaloja narraamaan, kuten pelättyä.

Uimarin kylmänsieto ei ole erityisen hyvä ja pian uimari onkin kovin kylmissään. Ylös merestä ei voi enää nousta, sillä se vasta olisikin skandaali, paljastaa nyt itsensä sillä tavalla! Kuin Anubis, nyt punnitaan hypotermian ja häpeän välillä. Pyhien henkien suopeudesta ja uimarin suureksi helpotuksesi kalakaverit ovat vielä nukkumassa tai puolipakasteina pohjassa, niinpä kalannarraajien saaliinhimo hiipuu odotettua nopeammin.

Vene käynnistää jälleen moottorinsa ja lähtee prätkättämään kohti parempia apajia vailla kiirettä. Aika matelee verkkaisen veneen peräaalloilla ja aurinko nousee yhä korkeammalle.

Päähänpistoaan katuen aamuvirkku nousee kiireesti vedestä, huuhtoutuu saunassa, nappaa pyyhkeen kaiteelta ja juoksee takaisin vuoteen lämpöön jatkamaan vähemmän dramaattista elämää unimaailmassa.

Ikinä enää ei herätä aikaisin. Tai mennä uimaan.

[tarhatati]

pomo: pidetään hei kaikki kehityskeskustelut ja sitten vasta puhutaan syksyn ryhmäjaoista :)))

pomo, pidettyään 2/19 kehityskeskusteluista: hei kaikki olen päättänyt ensi syksyn ryhmäjaot

[driften-sea-snake]

me: bitch ass phalanx

glintblade: the fuck did you just say?

[ensi-undertale]

Hey there! I really loved that imagine you did earlier and the fic looks great!

Tell me, for the skeletons of your choice, what would they do if a seagull snatched a hotdog out of their hand?

Thank you for the prompt!! I had so much fun with this, that I ended up making it into a set of drabbles. Hope you don't mind^^ I had a mighty need for the fluff.

Blue

‘AND THEN, WE SHOULD VISIT THE PIER. IT HAS AN ARCADE! YOU’D LIKE THAT WOULDN’T YOU BROTHER? …BROTHER?’

But Stretch wasn’t looking his way. His gaze was fixed on something just over Blue’s shoulder.

‘hey, watch-’

But it was too late. As Blue turned to see what he was staring at, the seagull honed in on the hot dog in his hand, swooped, and carried it away.

Stretch covered his mouth with his hand, stifling laughter. ‘o-oho. uhh… do you want mine?’

‘N-NO NO, THAT’S OKAY, PAPY. A HOT DOG IS ESSENTIAL ON A BEACH TRIP, AND I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO WITHOUT.’

‘thanks bro, but I thought it was fish and chips?’

‘…IS IT?’

Black

Black and Wolf were enjoying a late afternoon stroll on the beach, tucking into some hot dogs as the sun began to set.

‘SEE, BROTHER? THIS IS WHAT I TELLING YOU ABOUT THE SEASIDE AIR.’

Wolf sniffed pointedly. ‘hell yeah. that sure is some crispy air.’

Black batted one hand towards his brother. ‘KNOCK IT OFF, YOU TROGLODYTE.’

Unfortunately, in all the commotion the brothers missed the seagull darting towards them with intent. Black sidestepped the creature, but it was too late. It had stolen his hot dog.

He sighed.

‘you gonna let ‘im get away with that, bro?’

‘AM I…’ Black pinched his nasal ridge with his now very free hand. ‘YES PAPYRUS I AM, BECAUSE I’M NOT GOING TO SHOOT DOWN A BIRD IN PUBLIC FOR THE SAKE OF A HOT DOG.’

‘aw, that would’ve been funny.’

Black turned towards his brother incredulously. ‘DON’T YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE TO BE? GO TERRORISE SOME CHILDREN OR SOMETHING!’

Sans

And now, this was more Sans’s speed.

After 6 hours of surfing classes, sandcastles, arcades, and volleyball (most of which Sans didn’t actually do… rather watch), there was nothing like lazing around, tucking into a fresh hot dog.

As he raised the dog and took a bite, his brother screeched, reaching towards him.

‘ACK! DON’T LET IT-’

But it was too late. A massive seagull had just brazenly plucked it from his hand, and bumbled off. It could barely fly with all the extra weight in its beak.

Papyrus’s outstretched hand dropped. ‘-TAKE… IT.’

‘hot dog, i did not expect that.’

‘SANS.’

…

‘absolutely ungullievable.’

‘SANS!’

Axe

‘THIS WAS NICE, WASN’T IT BROTHER?’

Axe looked up from his hot dog towards Willow, who smiled down at him. ‘yeah, ‘s a good day out.’

Willow nodded, and stretched his arms behind him. ‘MHM… THE SUN IS REALLY GOOD FOR MY BONES!’

At that moment, a large seagull divebombed the pair, aiming straight for Axe’s food. He batted it away with his free hand, and the bird dodged, snapping the hot dog between its beak-

But it was too late.

Axe had grabbed it by the neck, tearing the bun out its mouth. Unsurprisingly, the hot dog was ripped in two. Clutching half, he watched the other fall onto the sand beside his brother.

He maintained eye contact with the bird as he downed his half in one.

When he was done, he let it go, and it flew away as quickly as it had come.

‘SANS, COULD YOU… COULD YOU NOT DO THAT IN PUBLIC?’

Coffee

The pair leaned closer together on the wall. Coffee cackled under his breath while Wine muttered comments about everyone that passed them by.

‘AND HER? SHE’S BEEN MAKING ADVANCES AT HIM ALL DAY BUT IT DIDN’T GET THROUGH HIS THICK SKULL. LOOK AT THE WAY SHE’S GLARING AT HIM.’

‘you’re awful, Sans,’ Coffee snickered.

 ‘IMAGINE GETTING ALL DOLLED UP IN THAT BIKINI FOR NOTHING.’

Coffee nodded as he took another bite of his hot dog. It did look like Wine was on the money there.

Distracted, he didn’t notice the gull swoop over his shoulder until it was too late. He squealed as the bird nipped at his food, sailing away and tossing the hot dog into its mouth.

‘OH MY.’

Coffee looked at his empty, outstretched hand.

‘…again?’

[translunaryanimus]

Images are described in Alt Text because they would've been too long to put down here!

The Eldest Living Sarvipöllö-Hollolas, Juha, Ensi, Reiju, and Inka. (Order of the individual images. The Top Image in order from left to right is organized Ensi, Inka, Reiju, and Juha.) Great aunts, uncles, and grandparents (in Reiju's case). They all remember the founding of the Sarvipöllö-Hollola Family Luumuseo, with most of them being born before it was even built. Juha currently works as a caver, having passed his prime of archaeological expeditions. Ensi is a fashion historian. Reiju is the co-founder and current co-owner of Waxcoat ships. And Inka is a weapons restoration expert. The Sarvipöllö-Hollolas are for the @halfstack-smp

[as8bakwthesage]

for @tannnnblogs's OC collab!! I spedran this because I was inspired! I hope you enjoy!

Original link here