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[boyswhowawa]

The Pebbles

Five Pebbles, sluggified. He is not officially out and in R&A AU yet, but I wanted to design him for funs jsa;dkfajs;dflkajsf;lk

He's got some electric abilities that allow him to make a couple objects orbit him, allow him to let out bursts or small bolts of electricity, or allow him to reach for objects from further away, or pull himself to things.

He also still has his favorite pearl, and he carefully cut off the cloth from his doll to make a new cloak that'd fit him!

And despite what it might seem like, the Rot Bumps and such are more like... Scars, they're not doing anything to him anymore.

I have to stop myself rambling there, ajsdfl;kajsfd, people probably don't wanna hear that...

[monzterzack]

animal biologist laios touden!

[deltamothsblog]

the world is in peril, and people are hurting

but even so, we can take comfort in knowing we have creature of wet slop. grins.

source

[child-of-icarus]

Regulus, to the first years: There are only three rules in the Slytherin tower: The lake is off limits, never piss of Mcgonagall, and Barty Crouch Junior is a HOME WRECKING WHORE

Barty, from across the room: BITCH

[kiksniko]

more of this cursed braces!dazai AU. he needs to re-evaluate all his nicknames now

[gilf-ahab]

fork spotted in kitchen

[onenicebugperday]

Slug caterpillar moth, Perola villosipes, Limacodidae

Found in South America

Photo 1 by pablolevinsky, 2 by pmantinian1951, 3 by kosteekand, 4-5 by caritoaristi, 6-7 by tmurray74, 8 by heinerziegler, and 9-10 by guendo_sumiyori

[withywindle-valley]

I mean sure, I guess it does what it says on the box. Dunno what else I expected

[brujahinaskirt]

arthur is rude to that one sex worker because the guys are fucking around as they oughtn't be and he actively wants the source of their distraction to go away. that is how he operates through the entire game: deliberate, utilitarian intimidation and strategic unpleasantness to achieve a goal. it is an early game commentary on arthur meant to position him as a big dog that barks. it is not a commentary on his views about women which are clarified many times afterward. you guys realize that right

[ariadne-mouse]

May I offer you some Esseks in these trying times

[demonicsuffrage]

[reverseisekai-richie]

Aww... Pokey is getting into the weeb spirit of this blog.

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[loveislove-so-kissacomputer]

SLLUG W/ DA WEEEEEDDDDD

[aquacomet]

All aboard! The pumpkin train is about to depart! 🎃✨

Thank you @amarynthian-chronicles and @thatmooncake for the pumpkin train asks that inspired this! Keeping it going with some help from a little sea slug friend!

[cosmicwhoreo]

Cyerce Elegans Cookie

So... I made another one

Somewhere deep within east sea trenches, resides a peppy, undersea Sorcerer with a deep love for the ocean and all her creatures that's only matched by their hatred for the land and all it's inhabitants.

He spends his time honing his craft and mixing a way to expand the sea's reach and cover all of Earthbread in her glory. Claiming it as the only way to "take back" what was stolen from her and her people. He's basically Fujimoto from Ponyo, but much more silly and optimistic.