#gone feral and need to cool it with drawing

[freakdoodles]

So I went a bit feral and finished god moon in one day

Card number 2 of @pillowspace god au and ive grown addicted to drawing gold

[lavenderslace]

Soph babes pls pls pls give me a little age gap rick grimes tender moment 😛😩 maybe he’s cleaning her cuts or something after a big scare anything pls im feral for that man ‼️‼️

sweetheart, rick, n boo boos

🩹 it’s all so new, yet it has the familiarity of an old life forced to be left behind. alexandria feels like a sick joke almost.

what the hell are we doing here?

everyone’s staying in the same house right now. used to being together, scared to be ripped apart.

they’ve showered. soap. warm water. soft towels. clean clothes. soft and sweet smells. it’s tempting, but… you can’t seem to get it done. you’re still staring at bruised dirt-stained knuckles and dried bloody knees in cut off shorts.

washing it all alway feels wrong in some way? like none of it happened? like you haven’t lost everyone who you’ve lost. you need the reminder��you cannot forget them. you cannot forget your little sister and her twitching fingers and her soft voice and doe eyes. she was just a little girl, shy of fifteen. fifteen she’ll never be.

a fellow dirty stained knuckle knocks on your knee, too close to a dried up cut but not touching it at all. you’re sat on the porch floorboards of the home everyone has been shoved into, daryl sits next to you. “those ain’t hurtin’ no more?”

your eyes flicker to your knees, where he tapped. the skins all miscolored and tender and achy and bloody and ugly looking. but you can’t seem to get rid of it. “i’m fine,” you whisper.

daryl hums, head leaned back against wooden planks. “rick ain’t gon’ like that,” is all he says.

at the mere mention of him, your heart picks up a little—cheeks bleeding a shade of red. daryl always says you remind him of a rose, your sister was a sunflower.

rick grimes has always felt like this far away entity. someone who led with a tender hand and stern eyes. he was a family man, a good man. when he first arrived, a dead man walking, it was nice to see his son so alive again. but that’s all it was, a man to view from far.

but he’d lost his wife.

he’s different now. it’s all different now.

he’s not so far anymore.

the door to your right cracks open, it’s a crisp sound—smooth hinges. a little too normal. it’s like being a kid again, drawing with staining chalk on the side walk—praying your sister wouldn’t go over her space into yours. it was all bright pastel colors. your mother has opened the door, she’s got juice and apple slices and your father’s truck is in the drive and he’s sitting on the porch stringing a guitar and humming lowly. it’s a saturday, no one’s working, no school, no cheer practice—

“sweetheart?” deep, honey slick voice. it drags a chill up your spine. you love that voice. yeah, you do.

daryl snickers to your left. you elbow his arm as your eyes flicker up to rick. he’s frowning down at your legs but he looks so… clean? his beard is gone?

oh. oh.

“hi, rick,” you whisper. you’re taking him in and you can tell daryl’s eyes are on you and there’s a tease on the tip of his tongue. he doesn’t seem to say what he wants, saving you the embarrassment infront of rick. how kind of him.

rick’s eyes flicker away from your knees to your gaze. he smiles, faint, soft. “come inside with me, yeah?”

you don’t have to be told twice.

your push up from the wood floors with a soft wince. your knees do ache and should be clean despite what you think.

daryl pinches the back of your left calf. you turn over your shoulder with a amused glare, tongue poking out past your lips at him. he huffs a laugh as you disappear behind the closed front door with rick.

the house is cooled with chilly air. it smells like lavender, but that might just be rick’s clean skin. there’s makeshift beds all over the living room floor. pillows, blankets, the couch cushions ruffled.

your fingers run over the stairs railing. “you doin’ okay?” your eyes move towards rick, he’s got his head titled to the side taking you in. “your knees still hurtin?”

he looks so soft like this.

“i forgot what your jaw looks like,” you mumble without answering his question. your avoidance, he can tell your knees still ache.

he snickers and rubs a hand over his shaven face. “how bout’ i get you in the bathroom and i’ll clean those for you?” his hand nudges towards your scraped knees.

as long as he’s doing it. “yeah, ‘kay.”

rick smiles.

you sit on the bathroom sink, a interesting looking marble under your thighs. your finger follows the swirling of the pattern as rick shuffles around the bathroom. a first aid kit on the closed toilet seat. “weird, huh?” his voice worms its way into the silence. it’s kind though.

he’s not looking at you, he’s got a wash cloth warmed with soap suds. he’s working it gently at the dried blood on your skin. alcohol and bandages sit on the other side of the counter, near his hip. his hands are warm on your skin, his fingertips feel like their melting into you. he feels good. he feels right. “all of this,” he mumbles.

you nod even though he’s not looking at you. “i can’t really believe it. they’ve just… they’ve all been fine this entire time.”

rick looks up at you, he’s bent a little at the waist to get a good look at your knees. they’re not covered in dried blood anymore, but they still don’t look pretty.

you and your jean shorts.

rick hums, “well, we’re here now. seems safe, okay. this is gonna sting a lil, sorry.”

it does. the alcohol on your cuts, killing whatever gross outside world still lingers on you. you gasp, a hand flying up to land on his upper arm. it shocks you, the grab. you frown and gently pull your hand away, “sorry.”

rick’s just smiling at you.

he cleans at the rest of your cuts, runs a little ointment onto them with the pad of his pointer finger. he’s gentle with every move.

you just watch the way of his face. “this is a good place for your kids,” you whisper. “they’ll be okay here.”

rick looks up, taking a towel and wiping his finger clean. he hums, his eyes skating across the features of your face. you’re young, mid twenties little thing, yet you look a little older with all you’ve carried since the world went and ended.

you’re very pretty, he realizes again and again.

he taps at your skin, right above your knee but not necessarily your thigh. “you should let these dry up before you take a shower.”

you don’t want to tell him you don’t want to, but the way he’s said it. you’ll do it, even if it takes you awhile. so you smile, hum, “thank you, rick.”

he hums, squeezes at your closest wrist gently. “yeah, ‘course. it’s what we do. look out for each other.” then he leans towards you, a little hesitant, but he places a gentle kiss on the highest point of your cheekbone. your breath catches, lashes flutter, and you almost grab onto him again.

when he leans back the tip of your ears are red. “i’ll get you some new clothes for after your shower, yeah?” he smiles, eases out the door and your stuck staring at the empty space where he’d been standing only seconds ago.

oh yeah, alexandria is weird as hell. but good weird, definitely.

[eat-your-milk]

How I'd do the 3rd movie: Hiccup and Toothless find a small nest of night furries. The last nest of its kind. They find out why night furries are really killed, after awhile their scales make people young and beautiful for a long time. Basically immortal. Especially if your in constant contact. The third villian in httyd 3 is a woman who has the loyalty of the light fury. She loves her dragon but doesn't give a shit about other dragons or people. The light fury uses mind control to try to come between Toothless and Hiccup. She wants to find the hidden world because she wants to find other night furries and other useful dragons for capitalism. It doesn't work and Hiccup has to send through night furries (and only the night furries) to the hidden realm to be safe. At the last minute Hiccup realizes he needs to leave to because he can't bare to leave Toothless but has also become immortal too. He makes Astrid be Chief. They have a tragic goodbye and he leaves on Toothless. Astrid tells the legend about Hiccup and Toothless the dragon master.

OMG This is FANTASTIC!

I love this idea! That would make waaay more sense compared to Grimmel-I wanna kill Night Furies bc the plot demands it-Grisly somehow singlehandedly slaughtering the entire race. Adding a desirable ability that they would be widely hunted for like that is just so intriguing!

And the part about the Light Fury is really interesting! I genuinely thought the Light Fury was evil when I first watched the movie, and it was such a let down that she wasn't. Like if it was a set up and she was using Toothless to get to the hidden world is much more preferable then Toothless just abandoning Hiccup for a girl. (really reminds me of a fic I read a while back on FF.net actually where Toothless was controlled by another Night Fury I think. Ill have to go find that later and tag it)

Like her working for Grimmel willingly and drawing in Night Furies to sell is such a dark twist, especially since it would break the 'there is no such thing as a bad dragon' ideal Hiccup has. And Hiccup trying desperately to break his dragon out of her control would be so tragic but wonderfulll- Maybe Hiccup is hurt by Toothless, and that breaks him out? 👀

I really was hoping the movie would have an end like this. Hiccup belongs with Toothless, and vise versa. They are inseparable. It never really felt right that Hiccup just stuck with humans, like it felt as though they spit on the point of the series, and who Hiccup is. Like yes, he could be a great chief, but he thrives with dragons. A heart of a chief with the soul of a dragon. And Astrid felt like such a good choice to become chief instead, and them trying to visit eachother overtime too maybe- would they break of their relationship or try to do something long-distance? Either way it would be so interesting, especially seeing Hiccup cope with his new situation.

Immortal (and feral)Hiccup my beloved- like that is such a COOL idea to have him go to the Hidden World and live forever with his dragon, protecting them and caring for the last of his dragon's species. I would actually be down for watching the Nine Realms if that were the case, where Hiccup came out of the Hidden World to modern day. How would he handle it, I wonder?

This is such a fantastic take of how it could have gone down (aaand now im even more sad about what we got vs what it couldve been lol 🥲)! Thank you so much for sharing! :D

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🔦Rewind AU... Notes on the Mystery Character, (Genet/Cheetah/Lynx/Bobcat), by Reader (and Kevin!):

• This character is only ever mentioned, never seen (actually, an old picture of them in costume is in epsidoe *** of season ** !)

• They seem to have been younger (yeah, I think it was mentioned in passing, like, they were maybe 13 when they joined the team, but they knew them waaaay before that, kiddo!)

• They're a feral mutant, I think? (yep! Kinda like Wolverine and Sabretooth! You remember them, right, kit-cat?)

• I found an old plush of them, I believe... (haha, yeah, kit-cat! It looks great!)

• From the pattern, it appears to be in shades of gray, brown, and black, with gloves and black boots, and a mask similar to Wolverine? (right, kiddo! They even had a little tail, if I remember correctly~!) (Really?) (yeah, kit-cat, it was so adorable! i wish the other ferals had tails... it would've been so cute~!)

• They were close to a wide range of characters, or at least were known and/or acknowledged by them, even villains or side characters (who knew old Magneto and Sabretooth and Mystique could be such softies? haha, but they were, kit-cat, if only for them...)

• This character (Genet? Cheetah? Lynx? Bobcat? Lion? what was their name?) might have been related to Sabretooth? I asked Kevin if they knew, and they said they didn't exactly know, either (well, i know a bit more now, but I'll tell you another day, okay, kit-cat?)

• Their real name never pops up, and I haven't found out what it is yet... Kevin, do you know? (hmmm... let me think... I'm not sure, kiddo. Let me look into it, and I'll get back to you)

• They used to go shopping with Jubilee and Storm; on a Christmas episode, everyone was opening some presents they had left behind for everyone, that they'd gotten but didn't have the chance to give before they disappeared? died? left? It was an emotional episode, but it made me feel warm inside, too... (It WAS a good episode, kiddo! It's important to remember those closest to you~♡ And they didn't leave, they were taken!) (got it, Kevin!)

• This character was fond of classical literature and poetry, as well as collecting trinkets from nature and thrift stores (P.S. They share a lot of my tastes... huh. They seem kinda cool... I wish I knew more about them...) (don't worry, kit-cat! you know plenty, okay? you're doing great so far!)

• Apparently this character was special in some way, but Kevin won't tell me why (because it will spoil everything too early!!! i want you to be okay with it, okay?) (Okay, Kevin...)

• They uses to keep drawing books and a notebook; the episodes where they open them show some of this character's backstory, as well as their inner thoughts, some of which might be... upsetting... for younger viewers... It was a good episode, it dealt with some heavier topics, but Kevin watched it with me, so I felt better (anything for you, kiddo, anything for you)

• Scott, Jean, Wolverine, Xavier, Storm, Beast, Morph and even Jubilee each had an episode where they dealt with and worked through their grief about this missing character; it was also very emotional, but a bit less heartwarming; more somber; made me tear up a little; it was weird, why was I crying? (well, it was all very moving! it's understandable for you to cry! if you need to cry, it's okay, kiddo. just let it all out, okay? i'm here if you need me)

• There was a lost episode where the X-Men villains discussed what was going on and what they knew and felt about this missing character... It was a little strange to see them care about them, but it was kinda nice, I guess, that they weren't all bad, that they could care... (of course~! i told you this character was special, kiddo~!)

• The character had a birthday pass while they were gone, and everyone in that episode was sad, depressed, and seemed to wonder if they had let them down... except Xavier talked about how they must not focus on the past, but the future, and Cyclops said they'd keep looking for them, because it's what family does. Everyone agreed, and they had a slice of that character's favorite pie to remember them and celebrate their memory... (... ) (Kevin, are you okay?) (yeah, i'm fine, I just- it reminds me of someone, and I really miss them) (... do you want a hug?) (aaaaw, kit-cat... i'd love one, especially from you♡)

( @thewickedweiner @sugar-soda @weebwholovesuchihasasuke @danni1323 @vivid-bun What do y'all think? And who oh who could the mystery character be?) (We all know who they are, but I wanted to ask it anyway!)

[2econd2ight2yd]

I am obsessed with shadow the hedgehog and it’s becoming unhealthy. every single second of my life I am thinking about shadow. he’s always somewhere in my brain. every dream I have is about him or he has appeared in. not to mention how much I need to be him. I’m not saying I want to be LIKE him. I need to BE him. I don’t just want the motorbike and the gun and the tragic past, I need to be a hedgehog who is named shadow also with a motorbike and a gun and a tragic past because those are cool too. I only listen to songs from sonic adventure 2 and nine inch nails. I literally dyed my hair black. I have not worn a color other than black in months. I bought lavender perfume. I (tried to) eat coffee beans. none of my friends or family know how to talk to me because the only thing I will talk about is shadow the hedgehog. that’s all they know about me anymore. I don’t draw people anymore. just hedgehog. shadow the hedgehog. before I do anything I have to ask myself if it seems like something shadow would do and if it isn’t I don’t do it. I know that I am going to go absolutely feral when the new sonic movie comes out because if I see that emo ass bitch on the big screen I will actually piss myself and scream and cry and throw up all over the theater. this has gone beyond a comfort character. this is absolutely insane obsession character. if anyone has a solution to this problem please help me work through it this is ruining me I don’t even know who I am anymore

[cloudcontrol]

Bite

Day 30. Doestarion. MIND THE TAGS. Song is Lose Control by Evanescence.

Every portal an opportunity. Doe stands in the room with its shimmering colours, the dais up to Baldur's Gate, there Waterdeep, there Neverwinter.

The master of the house is away.

Do it now. While you have the chance.

She walks up the steps slowly. Thinks about where she wants to go.

Who she wants to go home to. Closes her eyes. Steps through, so close, her hand closing on cool fingers-

-only to be yanked back by an all-to-familiar hand, Raphael's claws meeting at her wrist. She digs in her heels, pulls.

Astarion stumbles through the portal with her, his red eyes flashing as they land on the devil. Doe raises a hand in silent command.

Not yet.

'Mouse,' he chides, cold. 'Running away?'

'Going home,' she spits. 'Let go of me!'

'If you just obeyed you wouldn't be in this mess,' he snarls. In the space of half a heartbeat he moves; his empty hand strikes her with such stinging force she hits the ground hard, the air knocked out of her. Hot blood wells from the claw marks gouged from temples to chin, a mark of hatred, of ownership, of contempt.

'Fuck you,' she hisses, trying to stem the flow. Raphael steps forward, reaching out an open hand to grab her by the throat and lift her off her feet. He will taste her blood and remain unsatisfied, draw it again and again until she begs him to stop. He will throw her in the dungeon for this, like he did with Hope, and relish her descent into madness.

Her heart rages. The blood is sticky on her skin, running into her eye, pooling on the floor.

'If I have to spend the next thousand years teaching you exactly how to be a sweet little mouse who obeys her master-' he begins, before a mass of white curls fills Doe's vision, and the devil screams.

Astarion's fangs are in his neck, his hands wrenching his head back, the feral growl from his body sending shivers down Doe's spine. Raphael is still screaming when his knees buckle and he hits the floor, the vampire curled around him. Finally, when the devil sobs, Astarion lets go.

His mouth is smeared with blood, his eyes glowing with pure hatred. The pristine white ruffles of his shirt are marred, arterial blood dripping dark and hot from his bared fangs.

'It's only fair you get the killing blow, darling,' he purrs dangerously. The devil snarls in response, lunging to catch Astarion around the waist; he steps aside with ease, and in a blink the flash of a blade is in his slick fingers. 'Quickly.'

She takes the blade in her trembling hands, crawls to Raphael's body. He smirks at her, even as he bleeds out.

'Go on,' Astarion whispers. His voice is thick with longing, with desire, with the need to watch the devil die and his love be the one to do it.

She throws her weight behind it, feels the blade bite, wrenches it down with a terrible, rending crack of bone. And there it is, the human heart, beating once, twice-

thudum thudum.

'Doe, my sweet,' says Astarion softly. 'Lift it in your hands. Bite down.'

'What?'

'For me,' he breathes. 'Please.'

Her hands shake. The light in the devil's eyes has gone out. She reaches in. Takes the heart in her hands. Looks to her lover as the devil's blood coats her hands, drips down her wrists. 'I don't... I don't know about this...'

'Aren't you hungry, my love?'

'Not for this.'

'No?' He smiles the lopsided smile that's only for her, reaching to pull her up into a kiss. The blood is cloying on her tongue, but Astarion groans into her mouth, that sound that sends her knees to jelly. Heat pools in her belly as he presses forward, his other bloodied hand going to her hip. 'He tormented you for years, little love. Consume him. Go on...'

The heart steams between them. She lifts it to her lips, spurred on by the growl from his throat. Bites down. feels a flood of heat and iron, the acridity of smoke. He watches intently. She tears off a piece with her teeth, swallows. Feels the heat burn from the inside.

And he can wait no longer. Her back is against the wall, the heart falling to the marble floor with a soft, horrible splat. His tongue is cool on her skin, lapping up the blood he can reach, hers and the devil's- he captures her mouth, tears at her clothes, laughs when she rips his shirt. It's adrenaline, she thinks. The thrill. But he's insane. I love him. Gods help me, I adore him. Blood and fangs and all.

He's on his knees, tasting her arousal, coaxing babbling, incoherent curses from her, a string of whimpers and whines, his name half whispered on her breath. And then she is crashing into release and he hums with dark satisfaction, this monster. Her monster. And then he's inside her, drawing screams from her throat that echo in the House of Hope. It has no master, and neither does she, though she fears she may do anything if it is the feral creature before her who asks.

'I crave you,' he growls into her ear. 'Fuck, seeing you undone like that, covered in his blood... you sanguine siren. Mine, all mine...'

'Yes,' she sobs. 'Yes, yes, YES!'

'Keep count...'

'Two.'

'Mmm. You can give me more than that.'

He was an expert, of course she could. Another, and another, and another... and then his turn, the sharp bite down into her soft skin, the cry muffled, the spill aching and familiar.

'I think the blood of your enemies is my favourite look on you. Sweet little assassin.'

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[divine-misfortune]

I don't know what possessed me...feral t4t raindrop sex I guess.

@sphylor and @riverghoulsworld I offer you both an egg in these trying times.

Explicit below the cut; contains oviposition, tentacle fucking, and some mildly dubious consent towards the end.

The grass was not a kind or very pleasant sensation on his back, but the slight tickle and cold drag of it against his body was one of the few things Dew could confidently tether his mind to. Normally, this early on, Dew would still be a semblance of collected but like this it was harder. Without the glamor, without the need or true capability to retain humanity, in the true shape of a demon, Dew was slipping. Slipping fast.

Rain wasn't helping either, but Rain was further gone than he was. Dew couldn't fault him, what with the moon as full as it was. His rut had him by the throat, and Rain in turn had him by his. All he could do was dig his claws into the cool earth and take whatever shallow breaths Rain's inconsistent grip allowed him.

It could have been hours, or maybe even minutes. Dew had lost track of the concept of time the second the sound reached his ears, haunting and enthralling. Familiar like water droplets on glass. By the time he'd found Rain, the water ghoul was already reduced to instinct and need. They ended up in the grass, bodies desperately slotted together. His scent alone had Dew dizzy. It was all he needed to be coaxed back to the fur and shredded, singed fins from another life.

The place their bodies met felt feverishly hot. With the way Rain frantically rocked their hips together all Dew could hear the obscenely slick sound and the pulse in his own throat. Rain pushed his leg further with a low whine, trying to chase the angle that really allowed the drag of his engorged clit through Dew's folds. Every little nudge against his own left Dew reeling and weakly trying to meet the movements.

"Fuh..." Rain opened his mouth but could barely managed the single syllable. His brain was too clouded by heat and primal instinct to remember proper words. The sound dragged and dissolved into something close to a cry, as shrill as it was, it stoked the fire in Dew's belly.

"No words Rainy," Dew quickly reassured when he faltered and scowled in frustration. "Don't, don't need to talk, just take what you need."

He watched a sort of relief soften his features, eyes drawing shut in his concentration, and Dew felt another sort of warmth in his chest. Endearment. Rain was beautiful like this, scales and translucent fins making him ethereal in the moonlight. A mix of sweat and lakewater clung to his skin, droplets glittering like stars. The sheen on his body caught the cool night breeze causing goosebumps to dimple his skin, and made his nipples stand stiff. He truly was a siren, and Dew was well past enthralled. He couldn't take his eyes off him if he wanted to, and he did not.

Rain's lips parted wordlessly, abruptly pulling his hand from Dew's throat to the space between them. His eyes followed to watch the water ghoul curl his fingers inside himself, thighs trembling as he chittered with a slight urgency. He almost folded in on himself with a strangled sound.

"Oh-"

He jerked his hand away suddenly, hips bucking. A string of slick connected his fingers to his cunt as he withdrew, the thick muscular appendage creeping cautiously out after him, trying to immediately find friction against Dew's inner thigh.

Seeing Rain's tentacle always made his brain full on fizzle out. Stopped his thoughts in their tracks and left his cunt feeling stupidly empty.

"Oh Lucifer…" He breathed, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "You gonna fuck me?"

The water ghoul trilled, watching Dew through heavily lidded eyes. He swore there was a faint glow to them. The suckers along the underside caught against his clit as it ghosted over him, eager to explore the heat beneath it. Dew bit his lower lip, body unwillingly twitching upwards to meet it. If just seeing his tentacle made him restart, feeling the tapered tip circling his entrance sent his brain entirely offline.

It pushed into him without hesitation, the sound of it beyond obscene.

His eyes roll with a gasp.

It was thicker than usual, bigger than he was used to. Much like the rest of Rain, it was cool to the touch and more importantly, wet. He could feel Rain's slick seeping out of him as it worked its way deeper, rubbing curiously against his inner walls.

Rain's head tipped back as he tried, seemingly in vain, to thrust into him. His tentacle had a mind of its own, moving as it pleased despite Rain’s little movements. The moan that spilled out of him was enough to make his little cock throb.

He’d been content to let Rain and his heat-addled brain rut himself exhausted against his cunt, even if the only real pleasure Dew could derive from it was brief and far from enough. He knew Rain needed this more than he did, that didn’t change the fact his body still wanted.

The sensation of the suction cups catching along his walls, while not unpleasant, drew a feeble cry from Dew. It wriggled its way deeper until Rain’s mound was entirely flush to his, and the fire ghoul still didn’t feel close enough.

“Kiss me, kiss me, fuck, please.” Dew reached for him, voice pitched in a whine but Rain was just out of his grasp. His ribs felt confining. Desperation was apparently contagious. He wanted him closer. Selfishly needed Rain to encompass him entirely.

Rain dipped down to catch Dew’s lips and he never wanted to let him go, fingers finding purchase in the slightly damp curls at the nape of his neck. He could taste the faint essence of something metallic on Rain’s tongue, and the taste of blood didn’t surprise him. It went straight to his head. His brain, already fuzzy around the edges, felt further away. Not gone entirely, but if it meant letting Rain and his siren’s song in deeper, he’d gladly let go of it.

Dew winced suddenly as the tip of his tentacle prodded deeper. It probed against his cervix for much longer than Dew would have liked, he tried to endure it, nails digging into Rain’s bony shoulders, but the appendage didn’t retreat and neither did Rain.

He mewled weakly into his mouth, protest gone entirely ignored as Rain’s grip on him seemed to tighten. Instead of just rubbing against his cervix, Rain's tentacle pushed against it and he greedily drank in Dew’s sob. It was an unexpected and sharp feeling, the intrusion bringing literal tears to his eyes.

He couldn’t tell if Rain was shushing his cries or hissing at him for trying to wriggle out of his vise. Rain was intent on keeping him in place, even more so when Dew could feel sudden swell pushing down the length of his tentacle. His eyes went wide as Rain tucked his face into the crook of his neck, open mouth panting and licking over the old scars of his gills.

“Nn…Take, fuck, clutch,” Rain groaned, the first true words he’d managed to get out.

It was about the size of a golf ball and firm, forcing the entrance to his womb further open. Dew tore fistfuls of grass from the ground, full body shaking from the strain of it. When the first egg pushed past the tight ring of muscle Dew saw stars in his vision, the pain was white hot. The tears brimming in his eyes finally streamed down his cheeks.

After the first came the second and the third and the pain began to meld into pleasure as his body grew accustomed to the intrusion. His sobs died down into hoarse moans, left pathetically clinging to Rain. After the third his brain felt like it had melted from the conflicting sensations, dripping out of him just like Rain’s slick.

He’d lost count of them quickly. Rain’s eggs had pushed the last of the thoughts from his head. The water ghoul filled his body, his mind, his everything. All there was to Dew anymore was Rain.

His body spasmed weakly at one point, orgasm wracking his frame. All he could manage was a whimper and a hiccup through his slowing tears.

With a final stretch and a sudden gush of fluid inside him, Rain’s tentacle withdrew from him. Content to curl back inside Rain’s body as he shakily untangled their limbs. Dew felt a fresh wave of tears spilling over at the loss of physical contact but Rain wasn’t gone long, rearranging himself to be tucked into Dew’s side. The water ghoul rested his hand against his belly, thumb petting over the skin, and Dew could barely pick his head up to see the swell to his stomach.

Rain purred and nuzzled his cheek against Dew’s ribs. He felt like relief, cool against his feverish skin, the low and pleased vibrations lulling the fire ghoul into a drowsy state.

[siramay-the-showgun-dragon]

DR3 episode 10 Makoto Vs Munakata BREAKDOWN

recently someone else made a post about Makoto's feral-ness during the showdown he had with Munakata in episode 10, of course it's quite cool, but i feel some may take it the wrong way so i wanna set the record strait and also gush about stuff i love in that scene that people may not notice so first lets lay some context

future arc episode 10: prior to this Munakata has gone on a downward spiral of insanity being a knight templar and that his way is the right way and that he must kill all despair meaning everyone he even practically killed Juzo and even before his full berserk mode he was highly aggressive and hostile towards Makoto not listening to his words at all and belittling him, in short at the time he was far from "a reasonable folk" and Makoto at the time just had his girlfriend friend Kyoko die in which Munakata challenged him to a once and for all face off, in which Makoto bears his will and steady's himself, though being open about the pain in his heart of her apparent passing and this is important as his heart is his most powerful weapon ok now lets start

so we start with the precursor as Makoto walks to Munakata and they think over their ideologies. and how Munakata wants to pull a "kill them to save them" with Makoto and everyone cause he thinks despair must be destroyed and you know its interesting cause then Makoto says

i remember it shaking me how steadfast and determined he was, to stop Munakata at all cost but i just want to point out something from here on out that i feel is very important to what we shall be seeing

Makoto Planed all this

not the before stuff i mean as soon as he walked in that room he knew what he would say and what he would do, he had his end goal in mind he even says so near the climax with the doors but even before that he planned what would happen prior it may not seem like it due to how he always seemed on the losing side and sure he probably didn't plan to get beaten up so much but he still knew what he would do and how he would do it, and people don't talk about that much but this all shows how Makoto is much more intelligent then we give him credit for, but I'll explain as we go on

so then we start Makoto steps on glass to alert Munakatas attention, you can tell it's on purposes as there's no indicator of uncertainty or fear on Makoto's part, it's to say "i am here lets end this" as when Munakata speaks makoto still stands strong not faltering or fumbling. then he says "i wont hesitate anymore" makoto will face munakata head on and do what he needs to but even then befor anything he trys to talk down munakata saying how killing eachother is pointless and that they can still work together

of course munakata doesn't listen but no one can say Makoto didn't try

and that's when the chase begins, but who's the hunter and who's the hunted? that's what one must ask

so though munakata attacks makoto runs out closing the door as it's revealed in the end makoto knows munakata can't open doors and uses this to his advantage drawing distance and gaining time to make his next move, as

open door which of course Munakata knows is a set up,

but jokes on him makoto knew he would know it's a set up, or not, it's a win win either way because if he didn't know

deep fried zealot on the barbie! but since he did know he survived which leads to the next phase of makotos plan. and if any of you are wondering why makoto would do such a thing

he was always feral! he just didn't have much chance to act on it because he's polite and sees the good in people, but even he has his limits, so you best start appreciating the kindness Makoto shows in you when he does, well on to phase 2!

cause munakata survives with his sword and shoots makoto with tengans weapon which hurts of course so makoto runs off as his blood leads munakata exactly where makoto wants him to be he even says so

of course makoto knows about the fire extinguisher and he dosent just mean that but I'll bring that up in a second as we see makoto look around waiting for munakata who comes in soon after and makoto is hidden now holding the fire extinguisher to bop munakata on the head! which fails, he also throws it but that fails, now one ask if this could kill munakata but from my research it seems it would only hurt maybe konk him out as for something to hit your head and kill you it must be about 24 kg (52 lbs). for it to be lethal from arm length and the average fire extinguisher is around 5-10 pounds and as much as i like to believe makoto is this

hes more likely this

so that fire extinguisher is more then defiantly not killing just gonna sting maybe knock him unconscious which would be a win, but he failed but dont worry! this leads the phase 3! which brings up how before he threw it he planed on using it for its intended purpose, (which is a important part of phase 3)

because though it gets thrown away and jammed in the wall it BLOWS UP HITTING MUNAKATA IN THE BACK AND MAKEING A SMOKE SCREEN EVERYWHERE! which disorients and distracts munakata for makotos phase 3!

JUMP HIM AND PUSH HIM IN THE HOLE!

which leads me to point out something genius The dud fire extinguisher? It was the same one that Asahina tried to use to cover their escape in episode 2. Likewise, the hole in the floor is the one Great Gozu smashed for an escape route in the same episode. In "fighting" Munakata, Makoto made use of observation, deductive reasoning, and a pretty good memory; skills that he'd honed in his own Killing Game, which Munakata had earlier derided for being too orderly compared to fighting in the real world.

which of course leads to the kicker as they are both down the hole, munakata apears to have makoto right where he wants him right there in on a silver platter for a kill, but on the contrairy, makoto has munakata right where he wants him as makoto reveals he knows munakats forbidden action, and thus makeing it so munakata cant kill him and has to listen. moral of the story

munakatas like "your plan faild i am not dead" makoto:

this of course all leads to the epic confrontation scene

it was with empathizing and saying these words to munakata did he finally pierce his heart and get munakata to back down...

so much for useless platitudes ay munakata?

[let-us-cultivate-our-garden]

You feel like a lot of characters in Owl House lost their edge after a while, but have you ever felt that some characters suffered from the opposite problem, i.e.: they become too edgy?

Honestly no, the hero characters become some combination of nice and dorky and the villains are nerfed, with one exception: Belos.

After King's Tide, his evil actions escalate: he's gone full feral by possessing and consuming dead animals, does the same thing to Hunter, kills Flapjack, tries to bodyhop into an unfinished grimwalker, possesses Raine, manipulates the Collector, attaches himself to the Titan's heart, and then turns himself into a kaiju whose very presence is a literal cancer to the isles.

Give this man a medal for going balls-to-the-wall bonkers and turning himself into Godzilla.

As fun as it is watching Belos going hog-wild on the Boiling Isles, he does lose his metaphorical teeth. Many fans have said that he was far scarier when he had an element of realism in his villainy as you could draw a lot of parallels between his character and real world ideologies.

You can't do that with a 50 foot tall kaiju monster who just roars.

Belos was also more effective when he was possessing Raine because his biggest strength is manipulation and appearing kind and compassionate when the reality is anything but.

Instead of turning Belos into a giant monster (which really only exists to show a cool fight scene that a lot of animated shows need to end on apparently), I wish the show focused more on his backstory and using that to lead to his ultimate defeat, especially since his story got more focus in the previous two episodes, so it's rather egregious that there is no mention of it at all in the finale. And no, I don't want to hear about how Belos doesn't "deserve" that kind of ending, this is about set up, pay off and audience expectation; if you spend two episodes showing us more information that changes our perception of your central antagonist, only for that information to not play any narrative or thematic role then you dropped the ball.

[foreststarflaime]

All 50 "honest" fave prompts for Loki as a whole

( @izunias-meme-hole )

Hooo boy this is gonna be fun! Here we gooo

I’ll. I’ll just cut here bc this is going to be inevitably long. I tend to ramble even when I’m just asked one of these so I cannot wait to see how long this post gets lmao

1. Do you project onto this character?

As always with my favorites, yeah ofc lol, although actually in fewer specific instances than I can think of for some other characters at the moment. Honestly I liked him so early on that it might have gone the other way around. Gender weirdness, feeling the need to ingratiate yourself with people you need (not sure I phrased that one properly but anyways), (for comics Loki) I’m adopted too.

2. Did you always like this character? / 4. Did you initially dislike/hate this character?

Oh yeah, absolutely, I always loved him. One of my earlier favorite characters, particularly the marvel version of him, and he’s stayed drilled into my head!

3. What first drew you to this character?

Hmm it’s kinda hard to say, exactly. I think he was really the first/best trickster type character I encountered, and since that is my favorite character type, I latched on immediately. Also he is very gender and whumpable, so that probably played some part in it too.

5. If this character were a woman, would you honestly still like them? Or in reverse, what if they were a man?

This is. Not the question for this character lmaooo Loki is very genderweird, and that’s I think part of the reason I love him so much. So taking this question as would I still like him if he wasn’t…whatever weird gender thing he has going on? I’d probably still like him, but not nearly as much. It wouldn’t be him. Them. Her. Etc, you get the idea.

6. Do you have any nicknames or pet names you use for this character?

Not that I can think of? At the moment at least

7. Does the character’s age matter to you?

Not really? I mean it’s cool he has so much history behind him, but. I guess…the only different age instance I can think of is kid Loki from comics, and I liked him too, so I don’t think so really

8. Does the character’s looks/design matter to you?

Not to be shallow lmao but yeahhh, he’s gotta be stylish and gender, it’s part of who he is!! For general myth Loki I’m not really as picky on designs as long as they capture the vibe, but for comics Loki, the scrappier and more feral he looks the better, and I do prefer the shorter horns I think.

9. Does this character remind you of anyone you know? Does that affect how you see them?

Hmmmm not particularly I don’t think

10. Do you see yourself in this character even without projecting?

Yeah I do I think. I’ve always loved some good mischief and wordplay, tricks and riddles and thinking my way through loopholes. Some of the other things I said in projecting still apply here too, I’d say, and I’m sure there’s more not coming to mind immediately amidst all the Loki adaptations I’ve seen.

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

Loki: Agent of Asgard, especially the part in Last Days where he becomes the god of story, and then tells that story to the gods above the gods. Coolest most meta thing ever. Exactly everything I love. Altered my brain chemistry irreversibly.

12. If you could write effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what story (s) would you write for this character?

Oooo hmmmmm…lots of fix its probably, lots of him finding someone who loves him (probably platonically, I have to think really hard to do romance and I don’t tend to like it as much). But there would be a loooot of hurt on the way to the comfort >:) also lots of legendary pranks gone hilariously wrong

13. If you could draw effortlessly and as much as you wanted, what scene (s) would you draw for this character?

Probably a lot of him being goofy and mischevious. For comics Loki specifically lots of him doing cool things with that blue story fire, that is badass

14. Are you physically attracted to this character? / 15. Are your thoughts surrounding this character usually sexual, non-sexual, or a mix of both?

I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to anyone sexually or romantically fictional or otherwise ever in my life tbh, closest it gets is gender envy. Which yes I very much do want to look like him lol

16. Have you ever cried when thinking about this character? Genuinely?

It is so unbelievably hard to get me to cry for anything. It’s not really a good way to measure how much something fictional has moved me since I can literally count the number of times it has happened on one hand. That being said, yes actually—I was very upset they decided to kill him off in the first 30 mins of Endgame and in such a sad way

17. Have you ever felt physical pain over this character? (ex: physical heartache).

Well I tend to feel things quite physically, so yeah. Never really connected that with the word heartache specifically until now, but I guess that’s what it is. Whenever I’ve gotten immersed in whatever thing I’m reading/watching, I tend to feel along with the characters I love like a weird sort of pain in my chest I guess? I’m having a hard time finding the words to describe it but yeah this definitely happens with Loki angst

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

Hurt/comfort my beloved. The more angst the better as long as the comfort at the end matches it o7 that said moments of comfort do tend to stick with me for longer, being so rare as they are, but I wouldn’t say I enjoy one more than the other exactly.

19. Does this character serve as a stress ball/ security blanket for you? Something you run to after a bad day to feel safe or happier?

For comics Loki in particular, yeah absolutely. I’ve definitely sat down to read the first or third volume of Agent of Asgard after rough days before, and I recently brought them over here to uni to have at the ready since I’ve been so stressed lately. Loki my beloved you finding yourself gives me so much joy and hope

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

Of course!!! That’s my guyyyy!!! I love him!!!! If you wrong him I will stab you violently :)

21. Are your feelings about this character platonic, romantic, or familial? All of these feelings at once maybe?

That’s my bestie!!! (NO romance) That’s my little brother!!!! That’s my idiot pulling crazy stunts and getting himself in endless trouble!!! I’d definitely choose him as a patron god!! That’s the weird guy whose soul is akin to mine!!!! I adopted him in my formative years and drew up so many connections and ideals and dreams between us that it’s hard to tell where I stop and he begins!!! Look just. I love him ok favorite favorite character for like. A very long time

22. Do you think you will always love this character?

I am not letting go he will escape me over my cold dead body and even then I will haunt him. Or he will haunt me I’m not sure

23. Has this character permanently altered or impacted your psyche in a way you won’t forget?

Um. See the above. Also made me go crazy feral for characters who mess with the narrative in a meta way, and/or have powers related to story in some way. Hence Foreststar, if you’ve seen anything about her

24. Do you ever dream about this character? If so, describe a dream you once had about them.

Ohh I think I did once but it’s very hard to remember. I think I was allied with him in that weird dream within a dream I had where I was fighting alongside a bunch of my favorite characters against…something, I don’t really remember, it’s been too long rip

25. What kind of fan-fiction do you read about this character? If you don’t read fan-fics about them, why not?

Yknow. Shocking, it has never occurred to me until now to look up fanfiction about him. Unless you count all modern adaptations as fanfiction about myth Loki. In which case I read many and my favorite is when they crammed him into a superhero au

Yeah tbh I didn’t really get into fanfics until quite recently—dsmp days I read a little bit of sbi found family stuff towards the end, then I actually started actively seeking stuff out with Good Omens. I wasn’t allowed to be online much when I was younger and so it never really occurred to me to get into fandom until recently (here with ff7 is really the first time I’m actually interacting with other people about it online lol), just had some really good friends to gush about stuff with in person

I’d probably be quite picky with Loki fanfics tho since my idea of him is so deeply ingrained into my psyche

26. If you look for this character’s name on AO3, what tags are you including or excluding?

Anything romantic/smut excluded, I don’t think I could take it. It almost never occurs to me to think about him in that context. Well that’s the way I am with every character really, but. Hm I’d maybe accept Lokius stuff. Or stuff with Sigyn. Ok so maybe I’m not very strict about that. Maybe I don’t actually care idk. That said definitely excluding if anyone ships comics!Loki and Verity, let them be friendssss I am begging their chemistry as besties is amazing and that idiot needs to learn to love himself before he gets into any romance. Definitely including hurt/comfort tho. And tags with his kids as major characters. Parent Loki my beloved I need more of you

27. Do you like to ship this character with other characters or do you prefer not to?

Well. See above. With shipping the baseline is that I don’t really care about romance as long as it isn’t smacking me in the face when I don’t want it to. I’m along for the ride if I’m in the mood. It is VERY rare that I will actively enjoy a ship and ships with him are not part of that exception

28. Do you get defensive about this character? If yes, then why?

Hm I don’t get defensive too often if we’re talking about interpretations, when I do it’s usually because people aren’t letting other people enjoy what they want, so in that sense no not really. Now if we’re talking about against other characters, well.

ODIN WHEN I CATCH YOU—GET BACK HERE THIS IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT. YOU ARE DEAD THAT IS MY DUMBASS AND HIS WONDERFUL CHILDREN DONT YOU DARE PUT THEM THROUGH THE HORRORS. AND FOR WHAT HUH FOR WHAT 🔪🔥

29. Do you affectionately bully this character?

Oh absolutely. Dumbass loser <3

30. Are you especially sensitive about this character?

Hm probably yeah, he is my fav fav, there is a lot of attachment there

31. Are you ashamed of liking this character?

Nah

32. If you could make this character a meal, what would you make them?

Homemade cookies. Maybe my salmon I mentioned in the Angeal ask too. He deserves something made with love he gets put through the whump machine enough

33. Are you “blinded by love” for this character or do you accept any flaws they may have?

I SUPPORT HIS RIGHTS AND WRONGS jk lmao. Well kinda. I know he has many flaws but I love him anyways and look he had good intentions ok

34. Does this character inspire you with little things in your daily life?

Hm not…exactly? At least not really in any instances that I can think of at the moment? Besides what I answered in the comfort character question, 19 I think it was

35. Has this character ever prevented you from sleeping because you can’t stop thinking about them?

Well. It’s not exactly hard to do that, I always have a very hard time turning my brain off so I can sleep. So yeah, happened just last night lol

36. Do you feel a spiritual/soulmate connection with this character?

Yeah a bit ngl. Well not in the usual sense of that

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life?

Absolutely not, when I like a character I cannot be stealthy about it lol. In fact with the besties, since we all love pjo and I’m adopted and have no idea who my bio father is, it is the common conspiracy that Loki is lol

38. Do you tend to joke more about dying or killing for this character? Both? What causes the distinction?

Both, I don’t think one really outweighs the other when it happens. As for distinction, usually turns to killing when I get defensive of him, see 28

39. Do you feel lovesick over this character?

I don’t think so? Aromantic and confused lol

40. Are you very empathetic towards this character? When they feel a certain way in the story, do you feel those emotions too?

Reiterating what I said in 17. Yeah in a weird way

41. Do you prefer to interact with this character directly via self-insert/reader type content? Or do you enjoy seeing them mostly with other characters in the story and/or your OCs?

I do imagine self-insert stuff in an oc-y way for Loki a lot just in my own head. Don’t go seeking any out that anyone else has written. Probably prefer that bc he’s the character I’m most interested in in whatever story he’s in by far

42. If you could, would you write this character a song or poem?

If I was in the mood, sounds fun. Don’t do poetry much myself, I tend to prefer prose

43. What type of weather makes you think of this character?

Snow. The mischief it can bring, whenever some child drunk on the joy of life stoops down to make a snowball and ambush innocent passersby. The mischief turns to grand fun in an hours-long war, with snow forts build and hot chocolate being made for afterwards. But maybe someone gathers a little too much ice in one snowball, and the mischief turns suddenly to wrong. He didn’t mean to. A heavy blizzard, raging outside and driving everyone inside, to sit around the fire and tell stories.

44. Which season makes you think of this character?

Winter. See above reasons. Also a season usually hated and villainized, even though there’s plenty of beauty and joy that can be found if one looks in the right place.

45. Do you feel as if you are intimately familiar with this character?

I mean he’s been my favorite for so long and so passionately that I kinda do yeah

46. How much do bad interpretations of this character upset you?

Not much? It depends how bad the interpretation is. I’m very hard to upset with this kind of thing—you can get me to enjoy pretty much anything, at least while I’m watching it. If I don’t like something I just kinda ignore/avoid it, or rant a bit to one of the besties and then kinda forget about it. If it was a really bad interpretation, I’d probably be annoyed, but not hugely upset.

47. Does this character ever make you laugh sincerely?

Oh yeah! Can think of several instances immediately for mcu Loki alone.

48. What’s your favorite physical/design feature for this character?

Agent of Asgard Loki’s iconic little gold hornssss and the green trench coat with the fur at the collarrrrr he looks so good and I need that outfit!!! Also love the choice to make one of them broken on his story crown. Also love that they gave him black painted nails

49. What’s your favorite personality trait in this character?

Hmmmmmmmmmm so many to choose from that I like rahhh I think for my favorite I would have to go with how he refuses to be anything other than himself, no matter who he thinks that is, villain or hero or anything in-between. I find myself being a bit of a people-pleaser a lot, especially in person, so I really respect that. And kind of envy it.

50. Link your fav song, playlist, aesthetic board, fan-fiction, reference pile, personal artwork, analysis post, meme, headcanon, or quote for this character. Whichever one (s) you are most comfortable with!

I’ll go with quote for now. Or scene really lol

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

Out of one frying pan an into another!! (>.<)

Also sorry for the delay, I lost track of time!! Also, lowkey, I have maybe two or three more parts for this? (>.<) which is making this difficult for me… (TT^TT)

@hobiesgender @hadesdaughter2002 @lirulua

Masterlist

It started when Miles turned thirteen.

That night, he’d gone to bed and woken up around one or so, hot and sweaty and feeling sick. He’d rolled over in bed, trying to find a cool, dry spot on his bed, and growled in irritation when he couldn’t. The monos he had on his bed weren’t helping the situation at all, either, but he couldn’t just knock them off; Spurs and Rockets had been his absolute favorite movie of all time, and the idea of accidentally knocking off one of his toys or giving one of them away made him feel bad (sort of like he was separating them and they would never see each other again if he did; not only that, but what if they hated him because of it and started hiding from him whenever he wanted to play? It was very dramatic, and not something he’d grown out of just yet, even though he knew better).

Either way, he had been surrounded by them until his thrashing knocked several of them off the bed and onto the floor. Miles had felt himself zero in on those few that had fallen, and suddenly he wasn’t just irritated anymore; he was furious, a bright, red hot thing growing in his chest and in his throat.

He’d darted down without getting off the bed, yanking them up and behind him easily, and his parents found him like that several hours later: curled up over his toys, guarding them in his sleep.

Miles feels…kinda like that right now, swinging over New York with Hobie at his side. Something feral and protective growing in him, making him keep heading towards where the Spot was doing his thing while simultaneously trying to keep in front of Hobie, who shouldn’t be following after him because it’s dangerous, he needs to stay safe, Miles should protect, protect protectprotectprotectprotectprote —

“Oi!” Hobie shouted after him, keeping pace with him easily as they landed on the roof. Miles whipped to him, eyes wide under his mask, and Hobie put his hands up in peace. The soothing scent was muffled slightly by the Spider-Man outfits they were wearing, especially since Miles’s covered his nose, but it worked enough to clear Miles’s head. Slightly. “What’s happening, you good?”

“I don’t know, I don’t — ” Miles rubbed the back of his head, senses going haywire. He was focusing on everything and nothing all at once, smells muffled through his mask but sharper than usual, vision going in and out. “I can’t — my dad, he’s in danger, my — but I don’t — ”

“Ok, ok,” Hobie said softly, just as a portal opened up behind him. Miles was too far gone to really notice what it looked like; he acted on instinct instead, slamming into Hobie and knocking him down to hover protectively over him, the way Hobie had done when they were facing Miguel just a little while ago. Hobie let out a shout of surprise, though he didn’t move afterwards, and Miles felt himself glaring at the assortment of Spiders that had made their way through — Gwen and Peter B, Noir and Ham, Peni and Margo.

There was conflict there — another alpha, one who was close to the omega underneath him, a couple of betas with their hands stretched out placatingly, a couple of non-designated people doing the same. Miles was confused, disgruntled and irritated, and still feeling like something was missing from him. There was a wild feeling growing in his chest, making him lose focus on what was happening around him. The overlapping voices and sounds around him weren’t helping, drawing out more and more anger until —

The sound of crashing, loud and echoing, made him swivel around to see behind him. New York was falling to pieces, and suddenly the overlapping voices were quieted by the sounds of distant screams.

Miles didn’t think, just grabbed hold of the body beneath him and dragged it along with him as he made his way towards the explosions. There was a shout as he did so, but any call back went unheard; nevertheless, Mikes could sense the crew behind him, the others following his lead as they all made their way forward.

Where they landed was unfamiliar to Miles, who would’ve sworn he knew every inch and twist of New York before this. It was black and white, looking more like a child’s drawing of New York than the actual New York, and in the middle of it —

Spot stood there, looking around in apparent fascination and muttering something to himself that Miles couldn’t hear from where they were in the roof. He was spinning slowly in place, taking in every lack of detail around him, and Miles didn’t wait for anything.

He lunged forward off the building, dropping down so quickly that he managed to slam into Spot while his back was turned. The man let out a shout of surprise, and they both went straight into the ground. For a moment, Miles felt his head clear; he gasped in terror, genuinely concerned for a moment that he’d killed the man with the amount of force he’d hit him with, but then the Spot was throwing his head back with enough force to crack Miles right in the nose, and forced Miles off of him while he dealt with the blood that soaked the bottom of his mask.

Hobie landed next to him, followed by Gwen and Pavitr, then Ham and Noir. Margo landed in place beside them as well, all of them ready to back Miles up.

“Woooow,” the Spot whistled as he took them all in, “looks like the team got an upgrade!”

“Just surrender peacefully, and no one has to get hurt.” Pavitr called out, his voice serious. The Spot laughed, loud and clear, and cracked his neck.

“Well, since it is going to be a nine on one fight,” he drawled out, “that’s about as fair as I can make it.” He drew back into a fighting stance, “I told you, Spider-Man — you took everything from me. Now, it’s your turn.”

[freakdoodles]

Was going to make a swoopy tail and ended up with this instead oo;

When feral

[cassynite]

7 Snippets, 7 People

Tagged by both @knight-commander and @dragonologist-phd, thank you so much for thinking of me! My creative energy has been pretty low lately but this was very inspiring tbh!

Tagging (and im so sorry im nearly certain i will tag people already tagged by accident, and obv no pressure) @dmagedgoods @the-raging-tempest @undyingembers @spyridonya @rollofleaf @archduke-enver-gortash @thesolemnhour

Snips below the cut! Just from various things I am sloooooowly working on.

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1.

"The boats on the shore will take you anywhere, if you've got the coin for it," Eva says instead. "And you've got the right pass." She pins Evaethi down with a golden stare and then moves the map slightly, just enough to show a flash of the paper underneath, the grooves where a stamp had pressed into the paper.

Evaethi is still connecting the dots between Eva's words and the stamp when Eva places a careful hand on Evaethi's wrist. The skin is cool, slightly clammy and unpleasant. "Wouldn't it be nice," she whispers, "If we never had to see Master again? If we could go do whatever we wanted?"

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2.

"She was a child," Sparrow repeats. "One desperate for her father's love, and who never received it. Her greatest crime was thoughtlessness, not malice." She draws herself up and gives Daeran a smile she hopes looks genuine. "And if she hadn't run away, I likely never would have gone to Kenabres. So in a way, she is responsible for our meeting."

Daeran lets out a beleaguered sigh, but the frigid lines of anger have finally melted. "Yes, well. I don't enjoy this woman in our house, but it's certainly not my place to forgive her. I do hope she has grown up since your last meeting."

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3.

"It is my pleasure," he says, and turns his wizened gaze to Daeran. Daeran has to suppress a shiver from its intensity. His eyes are the clear blue of a cloudless day, shining ever so slightly with a light Daeran instinctively understands as divine--years channeling god-given power lingers even if he likely no longer wields a sword--and the gaze seems to peer right through him, to the rotten core infested with worms.

But he must not be using it, or he's attributing to the shadowy mass of hunger that watches Daeran to the shadows of grief: Sir Lant's expression holds nothing but cloying pity. "I never had the pleasure of meeting your mother," he tells Daeran, "but everyone in Mendev knew that a truer heart and a kinder soul didn't exist. Her contributions to the Crusade's cause and the church cannot be overstated. The world is poorer for her loss--but I hope I can help guide you to growing into the kind of man who would do her memory proud."

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4.

Sparrow's eyes widen and then--it's like watching a turtle retreat into its shell. The bright fury pulls back, closes down, her face smoothing into complete neutrality. If he hadn't just been watching her, Daeran would have sworn the emotion had never been there at all. It really is quite a feat; he can't think of anyone, noble or common born, who can seal away such passionate expressions so completely.

"I should go," Sparrow says, turning away and truncating the conversation. She directs her next words to the group as a whole. "We have a long day ahead of us, and we need our rest. Lann, I'll take second watch if you take first." And she walks away, stiff and lifeless once more, leaving Daeran with the fading electricity and the still-dirty pots.

Daeran sighs and returns his attention back to the dishes. The woman he was arguing with is gone--the emotionless, lackluster leader has made her unwelcome return.

He wonders what he can do to make her become that person again.

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5. (very mildly nsfw)

The skin on Sparrow's stomach was deeply sensitive, and Daeran's hand pressed against it was a shock of sensation that flashed through her body, settling between her legs. She could barely breathe; she felt like a half-feral animal dragged into the light, skinless and exposed, flinching at every movement. It was so much already, overwhelming in a way she'd never experienced before. If this was how she was going to react something as simple as a palm under her ribcage, how was she going to handle anything when she finished undressing?

Daeran sensed it too, she could tell. The warmth at her back receded as Daeran pulled away, his touch lifting; before he could fully retreat, she grabbed his hand, pressing it back to her torso.

"I just need a moment." Her voice was low, raspy, intimate in the heavy half-dark of the room.

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6.

It worked for Isore's purposes in this case. Depending on how good the intel of the incoming Hellknights was, they would arrive anywhere from the next few hours to dusk, and Isore needed to not be present when they arrived. He dipped the encoded notice into the brazier, letting the smolders of last night's fires catch it alight before he dropped it among the coals. Then he grabbed a piece of scratch paper only half-full of equations that were useful days ago and penned a quick missive: Gone to market. Don't expect me until nightfall.

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7.

Silaena won, her queen grabbing the checkmate, but she could tell he had let her. When he finally placed his king sideways, he spoke again. "It will be difficult to convince your father."

"He never actually disowned me," Silaena pointed out, the statement sticking a little in her throat. It had been a nasty surprise, even if it had worked in her favor; like he had known she would come crawling back one way or the other. "And I think once he knows what I am bringing to the table, he will eventually back down. There's nothing he wants more than for his direct line to keep Heaven's Edge. I'll give him that even if I give him not one other thing as long as I live."

[nightmare-dreamt]

Matchup For your favorite slime 🥺🥺💜🩵

welcome home- annnnnd hnMmMmmM FNaF 🩵

Matchup for 112!

Here you go and I hope u enjoy! Drink lots of water and gets lots of sleep :)

Welcome Home: Sally

You guys have very similar personalities and energies. You both are basically a ball of sunshine thrown into a small body… get it? Cause you're short… :)

You and her would definitely talk hours and hours about certain plays and musicals that have caught your guys attention. Sally seems like a Hamilton type of fan, but she's into the dark shit. Heathers all the way. She sometimes sees her as Heather and some of the neighbors as the other characters. ( Cough Wally, Julie, and Sally as the heathers, Frank as Veronica, and Cough If someone draws this I will actually cry and sob Cough)

You two would rehearse plays together and since she's the director she would make you the love interest and her the lead so the two of you could have your kissy kissy scene. But, she would be open about needing help when she does, but not too much because then she'll feel weak and useless.

The other neighbors love you and enjoy having you around especially when Sally is around since you make her, her best self. Going by Welcome Home logic, you would be the first to die, but my reasoning behind this is because you find out the truth and start freaking out and Wally can't have that so he does his weird little eye thing and oopsies, you're gone. 🤷‍♀️

FNAF: Roxane

You met the animatronic when going to go see the ultimate show, but when watching Freddy fall over, the show was cut short, or was it? To no one's surprise, you stayed back or more of you got lost and couldn't find the exit and it got to the point where the building locked you inside. Having that big imagination of yours, you went around wanting to investigate and that's how you landed in Roxanne's room… talking to herself.

The two of you were very confused just staring at each other until Roxanne tried to take you to the security room, but somehow you convinced her to let you stay. Now, it's just the two of you in her room talking and listening to her boast about how cool she was. Then, there was the incident with the little boy causing all of the animatronics to leave and go look for him. But, Roxanne let you come with, not trusting the feral stranger to be left alone in her room.

The two of you bonded after that meeting and once the little boy was found and things got hectic, you found comfort within the animatronic and made plans to visit a lot more than you had ever planned.

When visiting, you tend to stay the night and go around the pizza plex eating the shitty food and playing the games they have to offer. At first, Roxanne seemed to win all of the games, but within time you began winning and she seemed upset but deep down you know she's letting you win.

One night, when the two of you were wandering around doing who knows what. Freddy and Monty appeared trying to figure out who the human was and what they were doing after hours and that led to chaotic 112, who would likely jump on one of their backs and demand to be carried around. Now, you're friendly with all of the animatronics and have a blast with all of them, hooray! But wait… there's still Vanny/Vanessa and the daycare attendants.

When Roxanne was being sent to get repairs, you decided to hang out with Freddy and the gang, but the power went out leading to a strange moon chasing after you screaming about the lights. You were then dragged off and sent to the daycare spending the rest of the day with sun and moon which wasn't bad, until you fell asleep in the ballpit causing them to worry about leaving to go find you. And that's how you met Vanessa the night guard.

Trying to find your friends, you ran into the night guard who wasn't too happy with your sneaking in and staying after hours, but she didn't mind. You seemed to fit into her vibe and kept her on her feet when looking after the pizza plex and now you're able to get in without any worries of getting caught.

- Who would have thought being close with an animatronic would have its perks?

[gh0stn2]

finally finished the updated Guardsman ref sheet for Red, the entire time I was trying to draw this and color it, I had to stop myself from just staring at it since it looks so cool

for powers and abilites in case it isn't clear(my handwriting sucks and the text size is too big) are:

Normal form: short term flight from underarm glider wings, ear-piercing screech(only when scared), electrical discharge from paws, cable launchers from wrists.

Spliced form: Enhanced strength and speed and agility, controlled screech, enhanced senses, vocal manipulation, electrical discharge from paws, increased bone density(strong bones)

notes: eyes are animated(only for normal form since the lenses aren't present in the spliced form), springs within foot sleeves for skyjumps, legs switch from plantigrade to digitigrade when transforming into spliced form, the suit is designed to stretch and expand while opening to let out some fur, markings on the back will stretch a little .

lore time: during Guardsman's battle with Predator, he spliced himself with additional red panda DNA giving him a temporary enhanced form, after the battle he was able to produce a cure for himself from the lab equipment and it worked in reverting him back to normal, or so he thought, instead the altered form he became was stored inside him as an additional form for him to use but it only manifested at times of strong emotion(fear, anger, etc) slowly he realized that it wasn't gone but still inside him and everytime he turned he went feral shortly afterwards, fearing that he was a monster he tried to control it but found Dr Siberius(Predator's assistant) and asked for help in riding himself of it only to find out that this was all happening because the base of all splicers is feral wolf DNA, armed with this knowledge he created a splicer from the lab once again and removed the wolf DNA from his system giving him full control over his spliced form as well as the ability to fully control his screech,

I know it's a bit to swallow but maybe I'll start making lore posts and giving a more comprehensive overview of the whole story

also side note, the way the face tufts are on the normal form is actually how they're supposed to be drawn, I need to correct that on Red's normal ref sheet

[cryptid-killjoy]

Who knew the "selfish" family that showed up could fill such a void? They'd been called worse. But, in this case maybe not being selfless in every single instance ever put in front of them just for the sake of being selfless wasn't always as selfish as they seemed? It seemed they might be a family in hot debate once upon a time. They'd fled to New Zealand in hopes of getting out of the spotlight in some attempt to lead an ordinary life as far as ordinary goes for extraordinary people.

Scout noticed her friend seemed "off" her usual demeanor for such an adrenaline moment. Scout and GoGo had been doing the high-speed races illegally in NZ along with other risky behavior, but this was the first time she saw her completely wig out in this manner. She'd actually never seen her lose her cool until now that she was thinking about it. Sure, they were sassy and sarcastic atypical behavior for any friends of this family, but this was different. This was a full blowout. It was hard not to pay attention and notice even if they didn't know what was going on in their head.

Dale however was hardly looking for an apology. He was just reacting himself. GoGo was holding him tight back. He wasn't sure how she'd respond. He was ready to wrestle her to the ground and go full on forced hug WrestleMania style. No consent. Don't care. Until she screamed Uncle/Mercy or laughed. One or the other. But she hugged back. That was good. He squeezed and he hugged, and he wouldn't loosen until she did after he felt her return it. No way he was letting that one go.

He still had this pumped-up energy when she loosened though. He wasn't angry just still on edge and in aching pain. He was lucky his whole body wasn't broken. Parts of him were. He just didn't have the official x-ray type diagnosis yet. They weren't the types of fractures he wasn't able to grind his teeth, grin and bear it though. He was always like an animal that didn't like to show his pain even when it was hard not to.

He had an intensity and exhaustion in his face even after they let go.

To even look over at his father digging out the eyeballs on some rando after all his absence for so long and to see GoGo so nonchalant about it was oddly comforting and surreal all at once. It felt like long gone days and a dream all at once being relived.

Yes, GoGo had been through a lot with the family by now, seen and heard much out of the norm by way of the supernatural and magical world, but this was different... a bit. They were used to it, but they weren't so desensitized that they weren't aware murder, death, mutating a corpse, or using it in ways unbecoming or undignified to who used to inhabit it yada yada normal society stuff, it just did not fly under their radar no matter what they were used to. So, seeing this girl from New Zealand be so casual after such a short time of knowing them without drawing any lines that were too far to cross was something they all took notice of, but especially Dale.

Right then.

Scout was more worried about her friend's reaction and what it meant. Dale knew all too well people they hoped would be life-time friends didn't always make the cut, so he kept his walls up, much like Piper. Hell, Scout did it too in her own way. No one ever wanted to be hurt again. This however was a moment. An invaluable moment.

That's why knowing werewolves exist or a world of zombies exists was still different than this moment. Maybe they were in Feral where they wouldn't get in trouble for a murder of some random no one had any connection to, but they weren't stupid. This family had been through enough to realize GoGo could have easily freaked out that they'd killed an innocent someone and not for a natural reason like werewolfing out through no fault of their own, or vampire feed, a natural need. This was just oops. We killed you having fun and they weren't another thrill seeker on the road with them who they could pass it off as well they knew the risks like all of them knew the risks when they got in those cars at such speeds. Dale and Scout knew the risk when they decided to not stop Chip from driving. They wanted so badly, both, to give him his moment with his father too, or just a moment to be who he used to be. They didn't know the history or life of that someone and none of them seemed to care as long as it didn't affect them. Even GoGo. This mattered.

Then the treatment of corpse mattered. She tore it up and used it and before noticing what Jetsam was doing with it. She could have picked up anything, but she picked up that arm. Every bit of this mattered to Dale and Scout when it came to their walls. Chip was a little too in his own head to think much through, but it would all come together for him eventually. Even Koda noticed, but he also assumed if it was a friend of the family they were on the cool already.

Dale and Scout had seen the law of impermanence play through their lives and run its wickedly natural course, an accidental lesson taught by Flotsam that keeps their walls higher than Isengard's. So, maybe they weren't consciously thinking it through, but it was a moment the walls restructured as Dale stared at GoGo who was looking at his dead father holding gouged eyeballs so proudly.

"Uh, yeah it's kinda his thing." He said out of breath as reality started to swarm back in around them all.

Dale watched the eye be put into Chip's barely self-controlled hand. He watched his sister; Scout be slightly ignored of her pleas to take care of the eye for him. Maybe it was because Jet didn't hear her? Maybe it was because of the time? In the middle of all this they'd lost track of it. He noticed Jetsam was looking less tangible and more transparent. Dale wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer after he saw his sis shout.

"Oh Dad!"

She ran over to him trying to hug him goodbye. She couldn't quite get a grip on him. It could be easily seen that she was clawing at his back to try and grip him back to the earth, but it was to no avail.

"I love you, Dad."

But he was gone. Chip was left with the eyeball in his hand and still unable to move quite freely as a truly lucid Chip should. Koda continued to hold him up from under his shoulder.

That's when Scout just stood there.

Stood there.

Tears started to well up in her multi-colored eyes.

Dale instantly tried to make things better like a brother always does. "He would have said it if he had more time."

Chip's very shaky lips, not from nerves, but from attempts to push through the zombie veil that shadowed over him said, "Y-you c-c-can hav-vvve it." He held the eye up trying to offer his sister any comfort, once again, as brothers do.

Scout shook her head at the eyeball. "Nah. He gave it to you."

This welled up so much anger in Dale he had no idea where to place it. He wasn't sure whether to be mad at Jetsam, at the clock, at life in general, at his father's vices that led him to this, whatever makes a man tick, at all of it, but it came out at Chip.

"This is your fucking fault, you know?" He charged at his barely there twin. "If you wouldn't have fucking killed him, she wouldn't be crying right now."

"Woah! Woah! Hey!" Koda actually had to hold Chip up Dale had pushed so hard. It must have snapped some coherency back into Chip because he pushed back full in the chest.

Now GoGo was in the middle of what really was at the heart of the family. Right when she was managing her own triggered insides the rest of the family pushed to their own edges.

All Koda could think was how could Jet fuck this one up? It was so easy. He was here. All that kid ever wanted from him was to show up.

Scout saw her brothers getting into their same old same old fight and she didn't want it to happen. It got her motor running and she jumped in between them.

"No! No. Stop. Just stop it. I'm fine. Don't drudge it up. Everything's fine."

Dale pushed himself back up from being knocked down by Chip's shove. Dale was a person who was fed up with feelings and frankly not very good with them.

She looked down more than once at Thomas's texts. "Actually... yeah. Everything is fine. I mean it."

She rolled up Chip's hand to make sure he wasn't going to lose that eyeball. "Just keep it safe in case he ever comes back. He'll come back for you."

Then she turned and gave a Dale a Scouty-hug as Scout often did being the petite little clinger of the family. She whispered in Dale's ear, "He came back. That's enough."

Dale hugged her tight, but seeing tears in sister's eyes wasn't on his Bingo card for any day ever, so he wasn't so sure it was enough until he heard her next words.

"I just want to go back with Mom and Dad."

Damn. It was the whole reason Dale came to NZ from the US. It was to help his sister adjust when he found out maybe she wasn't adjusting as well as she might have. So, from a brother perspective to see Scout want to run back home to her mom and dad, current and real, no hesitation, he had to smile finally. It came out of her mouth so naturally and for Dale felt like it was for the best.

"Yeah okay. I think they're staying at The Inn tonight." Dale would say as if every person in their shared sight didn't already know.

Then there was Koda an actual resident of Feral and was just catching up to what the other family was so intense on because his brain was more on keeping Chip balanced through most of this or worried about the Laveau kids as they mattered to his favorite people. "Oh, yeah, don't worry about this body. It'll blend in with the rest. No one will notice here. Let's put it this way, there's going to be no manhunt or FBI search here. He doesn't look familiar so I doubt they're anyone important to Delta. Honestly, if it's not Bastien or Dr. Frankenstein I doubt she'd pull much of a fuss over anyone else either."

Then he looked at each of them as if the whole scuffle didn't just happen because that's how things went sometimes. High emotions and then just move right along, that was hardly abnormal here. He was accostumed. "I can drive you guys up to The Inn. Drop off anyone who's staying and then I'm heading back up to the ball. I should get back to Elsa. But great run guys. Kick ass. Totally kick ass."

He wanted to offer to drive after the Chip fiasco though. He also liked to leave shit on the positive. Koda's giggling got Dale chuckling. "You should have seen how far you flew."

"I fucking bet, bruh. I hit hard. Road rash for days. I gotta walk this one off for a fucking ass month, fucker." He laughed. Dale took up the offer too.

"Sounds good to me." He trusted Koda to get his sister where she wanted to be. He figured if Koda was going back to the party to see Elsa he could also drive Chip back to his family at the party too.

That left Dale and GoGo.

He looked at GoGo and sighed. "Looks like we have a few choices. We hitch a ride with them and go to The Inn tonight. We could be like roomies again-" he gave her a little nudge as a playful reminder of the time they once had to bunk together, "-go back to the ball to get that bus out, or we go rogue and tour Feral? All I know is any choice that includes me in it tonight also includes a big bottle of I don't care what. But I'm finding it. Be forewarned."

A part of Scout looked tempted to be a part of that but she also had this pull that just wanted to see her parents first that was even stronger. She went for the car ready to be driven to Thomas and Valerie.

She texted Thomas.

Scout: I'm coming to you

It wasn't like her parents couldn't see, but it was best to warn of intentions in case they weren't focused on their magic sight. As much as they could all tune in, it went just as much to say they all had their own style of tuning each other out.

Most of them were worried about the dead body and what they were going to do with it. Jetsam wasn’t worried at all, which was very him, and he just seemed to want to get back to the chaos before his time was up. But GoGo was lost in her own worries about nearly losing Dale, seeing him go swinging out of the car. It brought back some of the worst memories that she had.

She’d been there that night. They were driving around, GoGo in the driver’s seat, rebel with a cigarette and no drivers licence, just having stolen the family car. They were celebrating in a way. They just got their test results back in chemistry and had both gotten full marks. Tadashi was a genius in his own right, being an inventor, but in a different way than GoGo. While she just created things for herself and had no mind of marketing or releasing things out to society, Tadashi was a boy-scout. He wanted to help people. It was noble - but also annoying. But they accepted each other, had since they were in the gifted program back in elementary school together. They just fell into this completely platonic friendship.

Driving through the streets, taking the backroads to avoid the cops. The fuck the police mentality wasn’t as strong here as it was over in America, but they still had it, even Tadashi. Getting caught was something that they did not want to do, since it could mean juvie, and juvie would mean less time working on their shit. But they still took the risk. The chance.

They went through the winding roads of the university because they would typically be empty this time of night. All of the steep turns through the many different buildings of Auckland University, going around the historic Bell Tower which was lit up at the top and gave a gothic grandeur to it all. GoGo turned the car towards the science buildings, where she and Tadashi hoped they would be able to learn in one day, to rule the school with their knowledge, and were greeted by an awful sight.

Light flared up behind the windows. Smoke poured out of the doors as they opened and closed, students running out. Without thinking about how the firetrucks woud access the building, GoGo stopped the car in the middle of the small road and stared with wide eyes at the fire. For what person would be able to just pass that by? Not curious teenagers, that’s for sure.

“What the fuck happened?” Go-Go asked, rolling down her window and looked out at the flames. It took the sound of the other door closing to get her to realize that Tadashi had gotten out of the car. His figure running, full on running, towards the building. Mumbling curses, she got out herself, the sound of crackling and screams just barely covering the far-off sirens. “Tadashi, you idiot, get back here!”

She just managed to get ahold of his sleeve, trying to pull him away. He faltered for a second, looking at her, his expression hard to read. But she knew him. The conflict in his eyes, with the lowering of his brow. The sound of sprinklers inside of the building now, but nothing seemed to be working. Windows were breaking. One broke just above the door, a large one, sending glass in GoGo and Tadashi’s direction but she didn’t let go of her friend’s sleeve. Tadashi looked back to the building once, and then back to Go-Go. “Please-” She pleaded.

“Someone might be in there,” Tadashi said. “Someone has to help.”

And he pushed Go-Go back, and went running up the stairs past the last few stragglers who had come out. His hat went flying off as he went running, landing right at Go-Go’s feet.

“That’s literally the firemens’ jobs!” She called out, and these were probably the last words that Tadashi Hamada would hear. She picked up his hat and took a couple of steps back from the building, not really the noble kind. She wasn’t going to go in to save someone who may or may not have been in there. That was a job for the firefighters. The sirens came closer and she swore, realizing that her family’ car was right in front of the building and would hinder them. But as she took another step back, the building seemed to erupt, the last of the glass flying out from the windows, scratching her face and hands. Fire shot out, along with a blast radius which knocked her on her ass, hat still in hand, some light burns on her face, just a little worse than a sunburn.

Facing reality was something she could not do right then. Almost in a daze she stood up and went walking calmly back to the car, putting her foot on the gas and driving out of there, off of the campus, and to a nearby McDonalds parking lot when it finally sunk in. Tadashi was dead. There’s no way he could have survived that. There’s no way anyone could have survived that. And all that she had was this stupid hat, the only proof that he had really been there with her. She was not the very emotional sort. She didn’t scream and cry, but she stared at that hat, feeling the burns, feeling the cuts, and felt this wave of anger. No, it was almost hatred.

She hated the fact that he had been so selfless. That he had to go and be a fucking hero. It was his own damn fault. DAMN HIM. Damn him for being so fucking stupid and irresponsible and stupid and dying for nothing! He didn’t save anything! Not a person, not a plant, not an animal, not a goddamn thing.

The fire turned her cold. She dropped off the hat anonymously at his house, let his brother have it. She didn’t want to look at it. She would just keep feeling anger if she did. She went back to school and had to deal with the pitying looks from other students and from the teachers. The muttered ‘I’m sorrys’ from them because they had been friends, everyone knew that. She kept excelling in her studies, and getting into the clubs like the robotics club, chemistry club. She made the soccer team, one of the few times she could let her mind focus on other things. She never really grieved properly, not really.

And then came the Laveaus. They warmed that up. They were able to create peepholes in the walls that she put up, popping them brick by brick until she was exposed and found that it wasn’t a bad feeling. She felt alright enough to go to the same university, to the rebuilt science building which had a small plaque with Tadashi’s name. Yeah. He was the only one that died, other than some lab animals, but they didn’t even have stupid names to go on the plaque. She avoided walking by it. She didn’t want to see it, still on anger part of the grief process. But she was angry at a lot of things. Her parents, the fact that she wasn’t as far in her work as she wanted to be, her job.

But there hadn’t been any worry, any true worry, until she saw Dale being thrown out of that damn car, crash landing on the ground.

Overreaction? Sure. She ripped off a dead man’s arm. It wasn’t the most civilized thing to do. But it was like all of that past anger had come back to her in those seconds, making her feel like she had hulked out then.

She wouldn’t try to defend herself when he got up. She wast thinking in terms of actually fighting. She just needed to take out what she felt for those few minutes there. His shouting seemed to snap her out of the last of it, looking at the blood, at the bruises. The damage that she had done on top of what he had already suffered.

Was she going to apologize? No. Even though she had been out of her mind and knew that she definitely had done the wrong thing and might have scared away her real friends, she wouldn’t. Because fuck Dale for putting himself through what he had done. It was his own fault.

She hadn’t been anticipating the hug though. Not at all. But it only took a second for her to wrap her arms around him in return, squeezing him, making sure that he was real. His curls smelt of blood and grass, neither of which were fire and chemicals so that calmed her down even further.

“You fucking better, or I’m going to beat your corpse until it’s ugly,” She said, tightening her grip.

Thomas’s text back didn’t seem like it was important right then to GoGo. There was a dead guy but it wasn’t anyone that they knew so it was a lot easier to deal with. And she had already touched it. Her DNA was on the body but - it was actually hard to take that seriously in a dead-zone like Feral.

With a breath, she finally loosened her grip on Dale and nodded towards Scout, and then noticed Jetsam.

“Your dad is into eyeballs?” She asked Dale. “Interesting.”