#feline17ff

[bloo-the-dragon]

Did you know there's a character who spells his name the same way as you spell your username?

Bloo!

Full name: Blooregard Q. Kazoo :)

(He's the blue one)

Love,

@out-of-context-aro-ace

YEE i'm aware!! I've been asked before if my name was inspired by the funky blue blob and while i did watch the show a bit when i was younger it was not inspired gjfgh. I didn't know his full name was Blooregard Q. Kazoo tho that's an amazing name!

As for mine, the reason i came up with it was because i had needed a new online persona and since blue was my top fave colour at the time, i wanted a name that was similar to it. It was originally going to be Bloobell! Or Bloob for short hjkfgh

[cepheusgalaxy]

Brazil question - can you tell me how Brazil got its name without looking it up?

Easy one! It was because, back in 1500~ when Portugueses first invaded the territory, a good they liked to export was the Brazil Stick/Pau-Brasil, a type of wood that can be used to make a rich red dye, and because they liked the stick so much they decided to name their colony "Brasil".

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

[smashed thru your door] "GOOD DAY random civilian! Do I have a product for YOU which is TOTALLY not a non-biodegradable glitter bomb!!!" [I say as I hand you a box and my voice fades further and further away]

🎁

[the box explodes in your hand leaving a glittery mess as biodegradable glitter falls all over your room. what is left in your hand is a small hand written note]

Villain just learned that Hero is in the hospital after battling supervillain. From 1-10 in how much danger is supervillain in?

I am resigned to the fact that I'm gonna have glitter stuck in my hair for a week. But it probably looks cute, so eh I'll bite.

"1000," the villain fumes. "That's the approximate amount of danger Supervillain is in."

Her henchman takes a cautious step back. He's aware his boss being slightly insane is an occupational hazard but he's never really seen her like this, her shock of red hair loose and sticking out in places as though it had been electrified, a frenzied look in her eyes as she threw yet another knife at a picture of Supervillain with scarily accurate aim, right between the master criminal's eyebrows, more holes really than a picture. "I know you care for Hero, boss, but Supervillain's -" "Dead," she finishes for him, tone eerily calm, "about to be, at least." Hench has always known the villainess liked the guy that was supposed to be her nemesis but a shy admiration turning into a practical war declaration on a big cheese of the crime world was not something he had seen coming. "Now let's go," Villain says, already marching forward with a basket in her hands and a multitude of weapons strapped to her dark suit.

"Er - are the chocolates part of the plan against Supervillain too, boss?" he asked sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck? He wasn't so dim that he wasn't aware that they were probably for the bed-ridden crimefighter, but they could easily be a bunch of miniature explosives for the supervillain. "No, those are for Hero. You've never been slow, Henchman, get it together," she says sternly. "Sure thing, boss." And he fails to hide the soft laugh in his tone.

Note: I can't tell why I made this a mini snippet (does it even count as a snippet) but I had this goofy scenario in my head that I felt was perfect for this ask! Thank youu I love getting asks like this sm!

[giddlygoat]

Me *reading your pinned post*:

sam & max... Sam & Cat? No, RUBY & SAM, no, RUBY AND MAX? Wait, no... Sam & Cat???

*finally looks it up*

oh. I've never heard of it I think.

sam & cat… i haven’t thought about that show in ages XD

sam & max is one of my personal favorite comic/cartoon/game series out there! the whole cartoon is on youtube and it’s just hilarious. geared towards kids but honestly way more enjoyable as an adult imo. they’re so silly 🫶

[raineandsky]

I request [😈] a heroes and villains snippet where one of them is...sitting sad [😈], I don't happen to know how to describe what I mean, but surely you would be able to snippet-ify it no problem [😈]

And the other person was minding their own business and they came over and it's sweet or funny or goofy or silly or fluffy (your choice)

I'm so interested to see your take on this 😈😈😈

No pressure 💖

Love,

@heroes-villains-side-blog

Hey! I have created the ultimate sit sad snippet especially for you, as your long awaited gift of gratitude 😈 thanks for requesting - hope you like it!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

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It’s been a long day.

The hero sits at the bus stop, legs tucked up on the bench beneath them, their head resting against their hand. They got on the bus, but now they can’t find it in themself to get the rest of the way home. They imagine everyone in a miles radius would’ve offered a ride if they were still in their uniform, but leaving the agency means leaving the hero persona behind, and no one bats an eye at a miserable civilian. The rain doesn’t make them any more inclined to move.

They let out a tired sigh as someone settles on the bench next to them, the sound of wet fabric flapping as they shake off an umbrella. “Perfect day to be out and about, isn’t it?”

They recognise that voice awfully well. The fact they’re talking at all probably means they haven’t suspected the hero yet. All they have to do is not speak.

The hero gives a stiff nod, keeping their head expertly tilted away from them, but their lack of response only piques the villain’s curiosity. They lean forwards slightly, trying to catch a glimpse at the face the hero’s trying so hard to hide from them.

“Where you heading then?”

It’s a question they purposely can’t not answer. The villain’s going to catch on either way – they already have, by the looks of things. “Home,” is all they say, the single word taut to cover their real voice, but their effort doesn’t mean anything to their unwanted companion.

“No fucking way,” they exclaim, and the hero doesn’t have to look at them to know they’re wearing a shit-eating grin at their discovery. “What’s your name then?”

They know their name, the hero knows. They’re asking for their civilian name. It doesn’t matter if the villain knows it – the agency made sure to scrub them from any official records once they joined. A name won’t give the villain any information. “Jace.”

“Jace?” The villain sounds mystified. “Huh. Never took you for a Jace.”

“Can we not do this now?” the hero asks, though they know their voice borders on pathetic pleading. “I’m just coming home. I start at eight tomorrow if you want a fight.”

“In the morning?” They huff a noise that sounds like it could be a laugh. “No, I’m not here to start anything. Work stays at work.” They wave their concern off with a sigh. “Now, totally normal civilian Jace, what’s going on?”

“Huh?”

The hero finally turns to look at them, only met with an incredulous expression. “You’re on your way home from work, sitting at a bus station, in the rain. Bad day?”

“I’m waiting for the bus,” they deflect shortly.

“The bus goes that way, dear.” They raise their umbrella down the road, pointing to the agency just a few blocks away. “I’m not stupid.”

The hero lets another sigh, deeper than ever. Seems they can’t get out of any questions the villain asks as long as they want them answered. “Just agency stuff. All happened at once today.”

The villain nods knowingly. “Tell me about it in a tedious, long-winded explanation. Don’t spare a single detail.”

They can’t tell whether they’re being sarcastic or abusing their bad mood for information, but they’d be lying if they said they didn’t want to talk about it. It might take a weight off their shoulders. “Well, [superhero] made a point to mock me in front of everyone this morning, and I didn’t think–”

“Oh, that’s my bus.” The hero turns to the street where the bus is indeed pulling up to the curb. From their position, the villain probably saw it coming, and still egged them into psyching themself up to a heartfelt talk. Bastard.

They stand up with a content sigh as the bus doors chug open, glancing down at the hero, more miserable than ever, and a look of amusement crosses their face. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” They hold the umbrella out to them. “Here. This rain isn’t going to let up for a few hours. You can’t sit here all night.”

They shake it for emphasis when the hero doesn’t immediately take it, and the moment it’s out of their grasp they’re drifting onto the bus, leaving them with a serene smile and a slightly mocking wave as it sets off down the road again.

The hero waits for a minute before standing, taking the time to gather themself after the unexpected interaction before declaring themself unfazed enough to head home. They open the umbrella begrudgingly, annoyed to accept the villain’s likely fake kindness, and they yelp as something falls out from the ribs inside, slapping them directly in the face before continuing its ascent towards the pavement below.

They catch it, hurried as to not let it get drenched in the rain, and they lean the umbrella against their shoulder so they can get a sneak peek into the villain’s life. It’s a piece of paper, folded neatly into squares – they waste no time prying it open, their eyes grazing over the words inside in hopes of finding some terrible secret to use against them. The writing inside is a disappointment to their hopes but offers something else that sits warmly in their chest.

Us ‘civilians’ have to stick together in a world dictated to by ‘good’ and ‘bad’. If actually you want to shit talk your asshole ‘boss’, give me a call and we can ‘hang out’. Civilian style.

- Maxi xxx

(Part 2)

[thesilliestofgals]

You're on AO3?! HOW DID I NOT KNOW?! Or I did and just forgot?

YASSSSS IM ON AO3!! It's likely that you did know and just forgot hfhghhdhf

[just-a-space-rabbit]

Since space rabbits take the colour of their planet/where they grow up

Do they also take the form of the people they grew up with?

Yuki looks humanoid - is it because she grew up on earth with humans?

On another planet where the inhabitants have tentacles and wings for example, will the space rabbits there look like them?

Or can space rabbits only have humanoid forms?

It’s an interesting question 🤔

Had to spend a good amount of time thinking over it, but in the end, I do think they only have a humanoid form since space rabbits are quite versatile and have/gain a lot of abilities helping them survive in almost any environment. (And since a space rabbit with a second form is so rare it just feels better to make them a bit more similar)

But that does not mean that every space rabbit have the same kind of ability and power.

For example: Some might have grown stronger protections from poison or radiation than others. If they grew up on a planet filled with poisons creatures or a ton of acid pools.

Maybe they have a great protection from insane heat after living on a planet and environment that was filled with many active volcanoes or dry deserts.

So yes, they will all have a humanoid form, but their planet they grew up on will have a strong effect on their skills and powers.  

[just-a-space-rabbit]

:O

Archer as a bunny? or Yuki at a renaissance fair! 🏹🐇��️

it’s dangerous to go alone, take this

[cepheusgalaxy]

What's your winter fruit (Brazil ask, so was the summer one)?

Oranges! And also peanuts, corn and açaí. (Although not all of them are *fruits* lol). These ones I can name easily bc its what we have in July (São João times).

[dots-and-colour]

How about 🩷💚 :)

Dewy Morning

[raineandsky]

For the WIP ask game:

(i)ce cream

And why is the i in brackets?

its a game concept! you know the lil thing of 'i scream you scream we all scream for ice cream'?

basically you are a budding entrepreneur thats seen a market in the ice cream van sector! cool! but turns out all the other ice cream trucks are pretty territorial, and you have to try and sell your ice cream on their turf without getting your tires slashed :(

i got the idea from the glasgow ice cream wars, but i thought 'what if there was less crime and people were just this insane over the ice cream business'

i wrote something based on this a very long time ago if the idea interests you!

[the-haiku-bot]

scroll down till you see

your blogs on the right or your

birthday on the left:

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Btw much as I love to make fun of twitter and reddit's business decisions, I have 0% trust in tumblr's management to not go a similar route so this is your gentle reminder that you should regularly go to your blog settings to export your blog. That's a fancy way of saying you can download a backup of your blog so if everything goes down you'll still have a backup of your posts & convos.

[thesilliestofgals]

🍦🍧🍨 ICE CREAM DELIVERY!! 🍨🍧🍦 

I'm giving ice cream to all my friends and mutuals and fav bloggers! And randomizing ingredients from this site

Your ice cream combination is:

Enjoy!!!!

MY COMBINATION SHOULD BE VANILLA AND REECES, THE WAY GOD INTENDED!! (/lh /hj)

[just-a-space-rabbit]

pass the happy! 🌻 when you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!

Nice cold Autumn weather 🍂🎃

Not having an Art/Writing block 😔

Saturdays where I get to enjoy doing NOTHING 🤩

my weekly swimming with my friend (even tho it can be exhausting sometimes as I'm lazy and don't like training)

Chocolate 😋🍫

[silver-ink-iron-words]

“Please,” the protagonist said. “If you actually love me like you say, please don’t do this.”

The royal lifted the protagonist into the carriage, and onto their lap.

“What was that, my dear?” they said with a smirk.

The protagonist scrambled off their lap and onto the opposite seats.

The royal laughed. “You should have seen this coming, darling. I did say, after all, that I would choose the most beautiful of my noblemen’s children.”

The protagonist glared at them. “I’m not going to marry you.”

The royal raised an amused brow. “You overestimate your own choice in the matter.”

“You will need me to say ‘I do’ in the chapel.” It was a struggle to keep their voice even. “I refuse to utter the words.”

“Do you have a lover? Is that it?” The royal’s tone remained jovial, but something dangerous lurked behind their eyes.

“No,” the protagonist said, and the royal’s expression brightened. But it was not the good news the royal thought it was.

“I don’t fall in love,” the protagonist went on. “And I never will. Not with you, not with anyone. I will never wed.”

The protagonist had braced for anger, maybe even threats or violence. The royal’s smug look was somehow worse.

“I know you have a prickly heart, darling,” they said. “I’ve witnessed it plenty of times in my own court. But once you’ve been shown proper love, you’ll change your mind.”

“That is a bold assumption.”

“Which is why it will be so satisfying when I am proven right. Now come here.” The royal patted their lap with a smile.

The protagonist stiffened, but the royal’s gaze left no room for compromise. Limbs heavy, they rose and climbed onto the royal’s lap.

The protagonist stared out the window, as the carriage continued on. The royal played with their clothes, and their hair, blathering on about some nonsense while the protagonist watched their home drift away into the distance. 

Eventually, the protagonist turned to the royal. They held their chin high with the confidence of a decision made. “You know what? Alright.”

The royal grinned. “Oh?”

“If you insist. Then fine, I’ll marry you. In sickness and in health.” A plan was beginning to form. They donned the convincing imitation of a warm smile. “Until death do us part.”

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[surplus-of-sarcasm]

He is cool! Dw, he's nice.

Just not in the conventional way. And maybe he's a little rough, but to the bad guys! (the ones that deserve it).

Superior writing advice:

Make your characters FREAKS. Make them DERANGED. Make people think ‘surely this one guy towards the back is normal’ only to reveal FUCK NO. The guy in the back exclusively collects clown paintings (paintings done by professional clowns) and has an irrational hatred of second floors.