#he really was a poor little meow meow when wade found him

[iwasbored777]

I'll never recover from the fact that the first time we see Logan, he's drunk, lonely and depressed and everyone in his world hates him, while in the last scene he is so happy, having fun with his new friends in his new home. Logan helped Wade save the world but Wade saved Logan.

[howyouducan]

Since I have idle time on my hands due to delays in starting a Baldur's Gate 3 playthrough, I will answer these unasked prompts for all three Dragon Age games + Awakening. One day, I'll probably do the same for BG.

blorbo

Cole. Let me separate my love for him into categories: his visual design, his conceptual design, and his personality. My first impression of Cole (the version where he shows up to warn you of Corypheus) was: "??? Creepy-moving, scarecrow guy???" [affectionate] because I love creepy characters. His scraggly outfit is so unlike the others', and his features (esp. his pale, raccoon eyes) put him on my favorites radar alone. Conceptually, a spirit who is also a rogue is freaking awesome, and the mind-reading makes everything he says about the other companions interesting. And I could talk about his personality for hours, but to put it short: I like that he is not perfect, that he is complex and a bit of a mess. He is aware of his own failings, and ironically, unlike how some of the fandom treats him, he never sugarcoats anything. He sees things for what they are, in the moment, and although that sometimes puts him in a bit of a black-and-white mindset, I think that's very important to his character. I also love his awkwardness, his contrasting selfless and selfish tendencies and some of the hypocrisy therein (example: his kindness in reading minds without judgement to help people, versus also wanting to conceal everything about himself to avoid social awkwardness / the dreaded consequences), and I love how Patrick Weekes handled the gentle side of his nature.

scrunkly

Solas actually lmfao. Completely nonromantically. I love it when calm, logical characters say heartwarming things, and Solas does this surprisingly often in banter. His insight shows great care; he fully appreciates and respects the topics he loves.

scrimblo bimblo

Justice from Awakening, since he is hardly in DA2. He is observant, intelligent, sympathetic, and is a true portait of what justice really is. You would expect a personification of justice to be cold, merciless, too driven and focused on their goal to be caring, like Vhailor from Planescape: Torment. Justice of DA:A is the opposite. He always makes sure that the people he is fighting for are the right ones, he always picks the underdogs and the downtrodden and the helpless. He is lawful good, even having a banter where he remarks that he likes that the mortal realm is unchanging, ruled by order. But when his ideals clash, good always comes before law. And that's how he ended up with Anders, running an illegal clinic in a sewer.

glup shitto

Slim Couldry? That man who gives rogue Wardens quests to steal from nobility. Ever since I found out that he's half-elven and using his human-passing invisibility to both stick it to nobles and provide for the alienage, I've loved him. Also Wade and Herren, who are definitely my 1# Dragon Age gays.

poor little meow meow

Hmm... Personally I think Anders is only "controversial" (in-game, not his writing irl) in his Chantry beliefs of spirits and demons. So this isn't his spot. Instead... Zevran, I think. A surprising number of players put him to the side because they think he's shallow, and he is most certainly not, oh boy. I think his dialogue at camp is exquisite, especially the nuance with which he handles his past of abuse. He's also controversial in that he enjoys killing. While some players don't mind or enjoy characters with this trait (and that's great), I personally usually don't. Zevran remains one of my favorites, however, because he has many, many other virtues. Also, he is an assassin, so it's understandable.

horse plinko

Torment for fun? I'd say Vivienne, except she wouldn't have good reactions. Sebastien Vael, then. He'd be hilarious to torment

eeby deeby

Sera, and I've made many posts that will explain why, both on howyouducan and on my main, philalethistry. I just... cannot stand the way she was written. I never use her because she makes the game unenjoyable for me. Never had a fictional character I've been so bothered by before, but there ya go. And on a chaotic, noble-hating, fun-loving rogue too. It was an immense disappoint for me.

Send me a fandom and I’ll tell you my:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

[turnanimate-blog]

Simpsons Character Creator - THE SIMPSONS PETS

SNOWBALL I

Snowball I is a white cat and only seldom appears in flashbacks, but has been talked about on many occasions in the show. He was the Simpsons family's very first cat and lived for 5 years.

The first time snowball I got mentioned was in Marge's letter where she says that Snowball I had died that year.

According to Lisa, Snowball I was in her poem, run over by a Chrysler. Later, it was found out that Snowball I was run over by Clovis Quimby, the alcoholic brother of Mayor Quimby. Snowball I was buried in a graveyard in the Springfield Pet Cemetery. But, at one time, its grave was seen in the Simpsons backyard beside Snowball IV's grave.

SNOWBALL II

Snowball II was the Simpsons' second cat. It was named after Snowball I . Snowball I had white fur, which certainly inspired its name, Snowball II had black fur and greenish-yellow eyes.

It disliked Homer as seen in some episodes. In the episode "Mr. Plow", she meows furiously at Homer's rapping, and in the episode "The Old Man and the "C" Student, she seethes at Homer and swings her claws at him for wrapping her up in the paper.

Snowball II was hit and killed by Dr. Hibbert's Mercedes-Benz. After many brief replacements for Snowball II, the fifth Snowball was named Snowball II to avoid future confusion and having to spend more money to buy a new pet bowl.

SNOWBALL III

After the death of Snowball II, Lisa soon adopted Snowball III from an animal shelter. After coming home with snowball III, Lisa went into the kitchen to prepare cat food for Snowball III's a very first meal in his new home. When she went into the living room to check on it, she found him drowned in the aquarium dead, allegedly having tried (and failed) to catch a goldfish.

Snowball III was a male cat with brown fur and had light green eyes.

COLTRANE

Lisa adopted Coltrane from an animal shelter right after the death of Snowball III. After bringing Coltrane home, Lisa played some of John Coltrane's song for it. Sadly, the music either scared it or wasn't to its liking, as it jumped out the window and died.

Coltrane's eyes were green and It had white fur just like snowball I. if you wanna make yourself look like a Simpson character then visit TurnAnimate site, it is a Simpsons character creator site where you can make your own Simpsons character

SNOWBALL V

Snowball V is the Simpsons family's fifth cat and resembles the original Snowball II a lot. The Crazy Cat Lady throws the cat at Lisa while she is grieving the at the deaths of her other cats (Snowball III and Coltrane (Snowball IV). Snowball V and Santa's Little Helper are the two current pets of the Simpsons family.

There is a surmise that Snowball V is the new and enhanced Snowball II, but there is no actual proof, besides for that she looks like a duplicate, but in the real world, numerous cats are identical. It may even be related to her or an identical twin. Still, the answer to that is unknown.

PLOPPER THE PIG

Plopper is Homer's pet pig. Homer first met Plopper in Krusty Burger. Plopper is really famous for being called "Spider-Pig".

Plopper was adopted by Homer after he saw him in a  commercial of Krusty Burger, filmed live at one of Springfield's Krusty Burger spots when he was going to be killed (he thinks that animals that wear human clothes should not be killed).

though his legal owner is Homer Simpson, he also has been used by other people of Springfield, including Luigi by finding truffles, although his job met an untimely end when Lisa find another way to detect truffles, assigning him to juggle steak knives.

Plopper ultimately became so popular that he was put on the Springfield Wall of Fame.

SANTA’S LITTLE HELPER

Santa's Little Helper was born on May 12, 1983. Santa's Little Helper has been with the Simpson's family the entire series instead of dying like their other pets.

He is a Greyhound and has light brown fur. His rib cage is clearly visible probably because of being malnourished, but this isn't because of any sort of neglect as the Simpson family is seen feeding Santa's Little Helper the proper amount of food and, on some times, more than usual. Plus, Greyhounds are this thin even in real life. His paws aren't details and only looks like small stubs.TurnAnimate.com is a simpsons character creator sire that offers you to make your own simpsons character whose appearance resembles you.

PINCHY THE LOBSTER

Homer found Pinchy in a supermarket and decided to take him home to fatten up to eat. But slowly he grew emotionally connected to the lobster and decided to keep him as a pet, even gave him the name "Pinchy". He kept him in the fish aquarium and then in an indoor wading pool. Marge wanted to cook him so she could get rid of him, but Homer kept seeing Pinchy as a poor "little guy" whereas, In Marge's eyes, Pinchy looked like a common wild lobster.

Homer ultimately killed Pinchy by accident while giving him a hot bath (which ended up boiling him), and ate the entire lobster by himself while mourning and crying over the loss as according to Homer, "Pinchy would have wanted it that way."

~  you can make your own Simpsons character by using a really great Simpsons character creator site called TurnAnimate.com.

[tokyoteddywolf]

A Blue CatAstrophe Ch.3

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Enjoy! :D

Lance thanked everything holy that Hunk had saved some of that weird space meat that tasted like turkey bacon. He crunched down on the strange yellow and brown meat, absolutely starving. He heard Blue rumble in amusement in the back of his mind, and flicked an ear at her in dismissal. What?!? He was hungry! She had no right to judge his new eating habits. So there. He mentally stuck his tongue out at her. She chuffed with laughter at him. Hmph.

Pidge and Hunk were currently chatting quietly. “Azul, slow down there kitty! You'll choke!” Pidge called, and he swished his tail to let her know that he'd heard, and slowed a little. Right, Pidge was calling him Azul now. He was a little startled when she'd called him that, but shrugged and accepted it. Better than Cocoa. He really didn't want to be named after a food.

“I'm going to go back to bed. It's almost ten at night, and I really want to be able to wake up early to go look for Lance.” Pidge said, hopping off of the counter where she'd been perched while Hunk made space cookies. “I'll keep an eye on Azul. Cats are nocturnal, so I think he'll be up for a while. I might let him explore when I go to bed in a bit. He's too small to get into anything anyways.” Hunk acknowledged the Green Paladin, spreading cookie dough in little circles on a pan. Pidge nodded and left, giving Lance one last head pat. “Night Azul. See you in the morning, kitty.” She murmured, then exited the kitchen, dragging her feet a little tiredly.

Lance mewed a reply before finishing off his food. He licked his lips, err, muzzle, and had a sudden urge to ball up a paw and scrub his face. Never one for skipping out on hygiene, he shrugged and did so, licking his paw and scrubbing his face and ears to get the food grease off. It was admittedly adorable to watch, and he heard Hunk coo from where he was leaning against the counter waiting for his cookies to bake.

He huffed, and padded over to his friend, jumping up on the counter as the cookies were pulled from the now beeping oven. “Careful, Azul. These are really hot, so no touching.” Hunk warned, and Lance made a half mew half purring noise in reply. 'I'm not stupid, Buddy.' He thought, twitching his tail tip as Hunk put the cookies in the cooler for tomorrow. “Goodnight, Azul! Don't get into anything while we're asleep, okay?” Hunk chirped as he ruffled Lance's neck fur, moving away to leave the kitchen. Lance meowed in response before looking around, amazed at how big everything was. He could hear more, smell more, and as the lights dimmed, see more than he could as a human, even though he'd already had impressive eyesight as a teenage boy.

With a soft chuffing noise, he hopped off the counter and stumbled, attempting to figure out how cats normally landed on their feet all the time. He tested jumping a few times, trying to get used to the feel of using his new tail and body for balance, before he deemed himself good enough to check the rest of the Castle in his new form. Nodding in satisfaction, he left the kitchen to explore.

 Darkness stretched out everywhere he looked. He didn't know why, but he was afraid. “Shiro.” He whirled around at that familiar voice, and gasped. Lance was standing behind him, those pretty blue eyes that were normally bright with laughter dull and blank. “Shiro, why?” Lance asked, the betrayal on his face tearing Shiro's heart in two. “Lance, I-” Shiro tried to say, but was cut off by Lance's shout. “Why did you let me go, Shiro?!?” Tears streamed down the Blue Paladin's face and suddenly he was running away again, into the darkness.

 Something told Shiro that he shouldn't go that way, that something bad would happen if he did, so he ran after Lance, reaching out and frantically calling his name as the darkness swallowed him up.

 A path of red droplets began on the path as he kept running, bright scarlet and causing dread to well up in his chest. The drops turned into a trickle, then into a stream, and suddenly he was wading through a river of blood. He saw Lance up ahead on the ground, unmoving and covered in crimson, the river pouring from his body. Shiro screamed as a wave of red engulfed him and swept him back into the darkness.

Shiro woke up with a cry of anguish, throwing his arm out and sitting up suddenly, shaking. Gasping for air and trembling, he covered his face with his hands and let the tears fall. 'His fault. All his fault. Lance was missing because of Shiro's stupidity, not realizing that Lance was hurting and thought he was only seen as the team joke. All his fault that Lance was gone.' Something soft brushed against his human arm, and he flinched. A mewing noise had him looking over to see Azul, the kitten they'd found under Blue's dashboard, staring at him worriedly. A louder meow, and a headbutt to the wrist. Shiro reached over with his robot prosthetic and gently rubbed the kitten's forehead, smiling through his tears at the happy purr he got in response. Black was purring too, and sent him comforting vibes through their bond.

He pulled Azul onto his lap and used both hands to run over the fluffy spine, grounding himself in the here and now with the soft brown fur under his palms. He couldn't feel the hairs with his Galran arm, but he could feel the warmth emanating from the little body currently butting his head into Shiro's stomach and purring up a storm. He chuckled and wiped away the tear tracks staining his face, and scratched under the kitten's chin with one human finger, exhaling shakily.

“Sorry kitten. Did I make you worry? It was just a bad dream, nothing you need to be concerned about.” He murmured to the little fluffball, who, he could've sworn he saw him do this, rolled his eyes and reared up to put his paws on Shiro's broad chest and boop his nose against the elder human's with a gentle huff. Shiro blinked, startled, then started laughing quietly. “You are quite a strange kitty, you know?” He chuckled, ruffling Azul's ears playfully. The kitten sneezed and shook his head cutely, before settling down and resting his head on his paws. Shiro sighed and lay back down, mouth twitching upwards as Azul wriggled forward to curl up on Shiro's chest, a purr vibrating in his throat and vibrating through Shiro's ribcage. Shiro fell asleep, this time with no nightmares to bother him, soothed by the gentle rumbles from both Black and Azul.

// Me: LetShiroRest2k17 Me to Me: yeah okay but make him suffer Me: dammit Shiro has a bad dream, poor baby ;^; lucky him, it's kitty Lance to the rescue! I had fun with this, oddly enough. Maybe i'm secretly a sadist? *shrugs * possibly. Oh well, next up is the team searching for Lance and Lance getting into trouble feat Allura's long, fluffy hair! :D Sorry this one seems shorter than the others....