#i love my space critters

[ridl]

little critters docking with their funny little paws :)

[monsieur-kazzle-dazzle]

the way i screamed

[infinite-hearts-333]

“Today is a special day! Today, our beloved Rose joins our ranks, our mission. Through time and time again, they have proven themselves- they have shown us all that this isn’t just a mission for joy- but for some, a mission for family. And with this mask, you’ll never be alone again, Rose.”

Au belongs to @onyxonline ✨

[calliegallieblog]

yooooo special thanks to @onyxonline for the new hyperfixation

[caramelstarlight]

CaramelCutie - AUs

Hello! If you saw this then you’ve probably following me, I got recommended to you, or a certain tag!

This is me if I was a Smiling Critter!

Feel free to keep reading or just scroll on by!

INFO: (Things that are ALWAYS in the AU, no matter what.)

•Animal : Canis Lupus / Wolf

•Pendant: Sparkles / Star ✨

•Straight

•She/Her

•Extroverted,Clingy,Artistic, clueless, acts before thinks, gullible, funny, and a mix of most of the critters. (Extroverted like Hoppy, likes the crescent moon like CatNap, passion for art like Crafty, passion for romance or love like Bobby, Smart in some ways like Bubba, likes stars like Kickin and my favorite critter is DogDay!)

•Has made at least one plushy or mini smiling critter of every canonical critter.

•Hangs out with CraftyCorn the most (Best Friends) and DogDay (when not gushing over him.)

Appearance: Crescent moon earring (left ear.), star bracelet on right, white leg warmers with a star pattern on both legs.

•Physical appearance of Ears, Tail and Eyes. (Tail will always have the star and thing at the end, ears will look the same and always has noticeable eyelashes. You don’t need to draw it though!)

•Pink and soft fluffy fur, white paws and stomach, tip of tail is also white and the star on it as well, Doe Eyed.

•Probably gonna try remake it.

•Shortie.

Personality:

“A kind, caring and forgetful person among the critters, always expressing her interest in many topics and cheering up whoever she can! Easy to tease and flustered, but always bounces back up to her feet and keeps everyone smiling and laughing. Often clueless and a bit too kind and gullible while being a people pleaser.��

•HUGEEEE and VERY obvious crush on DogDay, (doesn’t try hiding it at all.) usually getting all flustered and shy around him or blushing when he’s around.

Scent:

•Strawberry / Caramel.

SPACE RIDERS AU - @onyxonline

(I’m so sorry there’s a billion Headcannons. Scroll to the end for a summary.) COLORED VERSION:

•Has a huge and obvious Crush on DogDay (and dreams of him lmao, even made a little plushie of him. (The mini critters / ruined critters, that but with his outfit.) and mimicked / matched a few things with him and the rest. If you put her in as background character, feel free to have that mini DogDay being carried around in my arms! I would love to see me carrying a tiny DogDay or just watching him from afar for some reason-?)

•Can also make mini plushies of other Critters that aren’t canonical and are part of the Space Riders Crew.

•Works as a BackUp for DogDays crew / the Smiling Critters if any of them are too injured to go out, or unhealthy in general.

•When not being a backup, usually helps around within the SpaceCraft by doing maintenance, cleaning, cooking, programming, nursing, gardening, experimenting, and mainly Quality of Life. (I guess you can say I’m HouseWife material-?)

•Occasionally visits each critter (if allowed by the person) to check up on them and sometimes brings gifts or things they wanted (if I remembered.)

•Has keys to Everyone’s Bedroom / Room within the Space Craft. (Skirt pockets, only has keys if allowed to enter that persons room by them.)

•Also takes over others jobs if needed and has the time too. (Feel free to add her doing various tasks around as well! Maybe me holding the Mini DogDay plushie I made of the Space Riders AU while I work. Just giving ideas!)

•Often asks Crafty (her bestie) on how to stop thinking about DogDay when I get the chance too.

•Has keys to almost all the rooms for Maintenance or any other job I do.

•The lines that are on her outfit are Pink, sometimes teased for being a bit shorter then most of the Space Riders. (I feel like most of their heights is around 5,4ft - 6ft. My height for it is 5’0. Noticeable height difference.) White Jacket/Outfit,Boots,Skirt and Leg Warmers. (Leg warmers are a bit less bright of a white to distinguish between Leg Warmers and Skirt.) The belt is black.

•Uses crescent earring as a way to communicate (like an agent.) if needed.

•Often seen all around the space station, doing various tasks or multitasking, when relaxing or on break, just cuddling the Mini DogDay plushie I have. (Actually asked him to model for it, 😭🩵)

•Has a fear of the Dark and Abandonment, with severe Inner Child wounds and can break easily. In this AU it’s strengthen since people have to go in and out, as well as the dark being inescapable because it’s space.

•Contacts the leader of each crew to see if they need help on their mission, if they say yes, immediately goes out and heads on over to help for free.

•Has the power of Stars, such as moonlight, sunlight or stars in general. (Lighting up places, summoning the moon with stars for a bit, sending stars at enemies, idk if that makes sense lmao.)

SUMMARY: Big crush on DogDay with a mini plushie on him, does majority of the jobs here (Maintenance,Cleaning,Gardening, Cooking, experimenting, programming, and nursing.(Housewife material.), helps others and checks in on them, keys to almost all the places in the spacecraft, helps with missions, powers of stars in general.

HighSchool AU by NoirzVault on Twitter / X.

•5ft in height, participates in Art Club with CraftyCorn as the leader. •Also carrying a mini DogDay plush everywhere (Big simp for DogDay here.) in the school.

•Signed up for Student Council as well for Vice President or Treasurer.

•I can’t reveal much since I’m making a map for the people at PlayTime High on YT!

[ryusakina]

Things I like about summer:

- The critters!! 🐝 🐛 🐞

Things I do not like about summer:

- The crawlers 🦟 🕷️ 🦂

[silly-baba]

Saw your post about a photography service for kiddos and CGs and i started thinking up an entire rant like:

let's go a step further... an entire ✨town✨ like it'd have li'l schools and the playground equipment would be sized-up and agere/agedre/petre/petdre supplies would be readily available and all that jazz... it'd be a safe space yes but also a fully-functional and operational one so people can be safe and comfy and still have access and opportunity to feel like 100% part of a community/in-group/society regardless of headspace and there'd be a lot less stigma too cuz everyone in the town would know what's up like a safe haven but your safe haven is now a functioning society

That would be so lovely!!

This or at least a little commune/ gated community! :0

People would wear pins with their pronouns and preferred pet names (if they so choose).

You could buy agere/ petre gear in logal shops, without having to browse through NSFW sides, aimed at k1nk communities.

There would be babysitter & petsitter services and daycare.

People would go on play dates, where the CG's/ handlers talk and gush over their kiddos/ pets, said kiddos/ pets can play together and flips do whatever they feel like at the time!

Even folks without a CG, kiddo, handler or pet would be integrated, sort of like "it takes a village to raise a child" approach.. everyone helps everyone.

It would be amazing!!!

Thank you so much for sharing this. <3 /gen

I'll go cry about it not being real now. /j

･.*.ﾟ☆❗please only interact if your blog is SFW❗☆ ﾟ.*.･

[mellohiizz]

Omg what about mapicc/planet? I think if they teamed mapicc would lose 70 years off his life because planet is just the biggest victim of natural selection. He has the survival instincts of a rock when he isn't locked in /aff

oh, wait, yes! i like them a lot, actually. i need think about them more, i think i already thought about those two together before.

[banditblvd]

Trying out this whole "animation" thing, it's kind of a small niche community though so idk

[tangential-hooligan]

A dandy ship for a dandy guy 💖 ☮️

[longagoitwastuesday]

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I'm only two episodes in right now, and thus far I find the show neat, but nothing unforgettable; which is a normal occurrence, I'm after all just two episodes in.

I was told the anime had both a sort of noir film and western air and I think it's interesting how the music reflects that (it so reminds me of Morricone and spaghetti westerns specifically at times). I do love the mix.

Something else I find very interesting, and the is quite common of old scifi, is how the development of futuristic aesthetic has changed through time alongside the evolution of our technology in real life. Futuristic aesthetic used to be way more mechanical and manual than it is now, not in a steampunk kind of way but in a manner that in hindsight does somewhat recall that. It makes me think about how cars' engines, while at their core remaining mechanical, have become more and more electrical with time. You can see in these old futuristic renditions that cars used to be more mechanical. I do prefer that. I like machines because of their machine part. I also find extremely interesting how one can dream up a whole new world or technology, yet it is hard to get rid of what is considered at the core of the functioning of that technology; wasn't there a Jules Verne book in which something like the Internet worked similarly to wired telephones?

Spike is neat. He's very funny and goofy in that actually-he's-sad-and-haunted way. I must say I do love those things. Pretty sure he's going to die. The very beginning of the first episode seems like a flashback, which I think is kinda confirmed by the ending's imagery. And yet it also seems like a flashforward, as if past and future converged in one, and the present were just a necessary thread stitching them together. He was there once, but he'll be there again; it will be for the same reason, and he will die again in a second death that will be but one, since it's the same. You know, that kind of deal. That's the feeling I'm getting out of him, especially given the whole "You'll meet a woman and you'll die / Again? I've already done that" scene in the very first episode.

In that regard, in a way it reminds me a bit of Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel García Márquez, or some other play on repetition of one's life in which you can foresee the ending from the beginning because they're the same (in general GGM has this happen a lot through his writing). Following that same line, the first flashback, despite giving big noir film vibes aesthetically, also reminded me of the western High Plains Drifter. I rather like that film.

I think of the song "Blue", which is part of the reason why I'm watching this. I think of it now with what I've seen. Hard to tell the difference between life and death, dream and reality, once you've already died and are on borrowed time. Like a watch stuck always on the same hour, the same minute, the second hand trembling but never advancing.

[sunnyleech]

Me and my gf rearranged the apartment in a way that gave me my desk back so I have space for my full altar to be up again! As well as my calico critter stuff and other knick knacks :3

[infinite-hearts-333]

Unfortunately for Thorn, their better with robots than other critters lol

Thorns best area of work is engineering actually! They’re not a massive extrovert so they don’t get approached by other critters, but robots on the other hand, they know their screwdriver around! Both socially and literally :3

Don’t worry, Sparky just needed a good clean in his ventilation and fan. Unfortunately when your cables deep in a robot, Zelda doesn’t see it that way Pfff.

Thorn managed to explain and patch up Sparky and everyone is okay now hehe.

Both Sparky and Zelda are made by @fandomssvetlanafrom

And the space riders au belongs to @onyxonline !

[chaoticberrybomb]

Space Critter!!!

Without and with border :]

[beck-a-leck]

Me, 4 days into surface level, but still rather intense lab reorganizing: hey, what if every lab got their own little mascot toy?

My coworker, also running the 5S project with me: oh that would be fun and cute!

Me: then we can hold it hostage if they fail to meet lab standards.

Coworker: hostage situations do get results...

[dearlenore]

CALICO CRITTERS • S.REID

SUMMARY: You’ve wanted a baby for weeks, but the fear of Spencer saying no has kept you silent. You can’t imagine life without him, so what happens if this is the one thing you can’t agree on? Well you decide a miniature model might help.

PAIRING: fem!reader x Spencer Reid

tags: reader is not in the bau , reader wants a baby, PURE domestic fluff, that’s about it

a/n: WHAT THE HELL IS SURGERY 🦅 🇺🇸 (my health insurance is currently ugly crying.)

w/c: 2.0K

THE IDEA HAD been gnawing at you for weeks, lingering in the quiet moments between cases, in the spaces where Spencer’s hand brushed against yours, in the warmth of his voice as he absentmindedly explained some obscure fact about human genetics.

You wanted a baby.

It wasn’t a fleeting thought or a sudden whim. It was a longing that settled deep in your chest, warm and insistent. You could picture it so clearly—tiny fingers curling around yours, sleepy murmurs in the early hours, a life that was half you and half him. The thought alone made your heart ache with how much you wanted it.

But there was one problem.

You didn’t know if Spencer did.

You had talked about a lot of things in your relationship—marriage, careers, books, music, philosophy, even which way the toilet paper roll should face (you’d conceded that one to him). But kids? That conversation had never come up. You knew about his past, about his fears of inheriting his mother’s schizophrenia, about the scars left by the kind of loss that carves itself into a person’s soul.

You didn’t want to push him. You didn’t want to bring it up in a way that would make him feel cornered. But the longer you sat with the thought, the heavier it became.

So, you decided on a different approach.

Spencer wasn’t due home for another two hours, which gave you plenty of time. You set up the scene meticulously on the coffee table, adjusting each tiny figure until it looked just right.

Calico Critters.

You had loved them as a child, their little felted bodies and tiny, detailed furniture making up entire worlds in your head. And Spencer—well, he appreciated anything that involved miniature models.

At the center of your setup stood a small family: two rabbits—one male, one female—positioned just so, their little paws almost touching. Between them sat a baby, wrapped in the smallest blanket you could find in the set. A family.

Your heart pounded as you stepped back to admire your work. It was subtle enough not to seem like a confrontation but meaningful enough that Spencer would notice. He always noticed.

You barely had time to settle onto the couch before you heard the sound of his key in the lock.

“Hey, I’m home,” he called, his voice warm with exhaustion.

You turned, watching as he stepped inside, shrugging off his bag and jacket. His hair was slightly tousled, his shirt wrinkled from a long day. He looked beautiful, even like this—especially like this.

“Hi,” you said, offering him a small smile. “Rough day?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “Morgan and Garcia spent the entire day arguing about the statistical probability of winning the lottery. I think I lost brain cells just listening to them.”

You laughed softly as he finally noticed the coffee table.

He froze mid-step.

You held your breath.

“What’s this?” he asked, tilting his head. He crouched down, examining the little family you had set up. You watched as his fingers carefully adjusted the baby’s blanket, his brow furrowing in curiosity.

You swallowed hard. “I was… setting up a scene,” you said lightly. “It looked kind of empty without the baby.”

Spencer’s fingers stilled. You saw the moment realization flickered in his eyes. He turned his head slightly, looking at you through the loose strands of his hair.

Your heart was racing now.

“You’re thinking about kids,” he said quietly.

It wasn’t a question.

You nodded, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. “I am.”

A beat of silence.

Spencer’s eyes dropped back to the figures, his expression unreadable.

You felt the air shift, your stomach tightening. Maybe you’d made a mistake. Maybe this wasn’t the right way to bring it up. Maybe he—

“I think about it too.”

Your breath caught.

He was still staring at the figures, his fingers brushing over the tiny baby. “I just… I didn’t know if you wanted that.”

You let out a breathless laugh, your eyes stinging. “Spencer, I want that more than anything.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. He looked at you again, and for the first time, you saw something raw in his expression—hope, fear, longing.

“I’ve always been afraid,” he admitted. “Afraid of what I might pass down. Afraid of being like my father. Afraid that with this job, I’d never be able to keep a child safe.”

You reached forward, taking his hand in yours. “You’re not your father,” you said firmly. “And you’re not alone in this. I know it’s scary, but I also know that if anyone in the world was meant to be a father, it’s you.”

Spencer exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around yours. His thumb rubbed slow lines on your hand.

“I don’t want to be afraid forever,” he murmured.

“You don’t have to be,” you whispered.

A pause.

Then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it—

“…What do you think about names?”

A slow, breathless smile spread across your lips.

You squeezed his hand. “Let’s find out together.”

The bedroom was warm, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Outside, the city hummed quietly, but in here, wrapped in Spencer’s arms, the world felt small—just the two of you and the conversation that lingered between sleepy breaths.

You nestled closer, your head resting against his chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers traced lazy circles along your arm, absentminded, soothing.

“Did you really mean it?” you murmured against his skin, you looked up at him happily, a kiss placed to his chest.

Spencer shifted slightly, tilting his head down to look at you. “Mean what?”

“That you think about it, too.”

His hand stilled for just a second before resuming its gentle motion. “Yeah,” he admitted softly. “I do.” He ran his hand through your hair happily.

Your lips curled into a small smile as you pressed your cheek against his chest. “When did you start thinking about it?”

Spencer let out a quiet hum, his fingers moving up to play with a loose strand of your hair. “I don’t know exactly,” he said, thoughtful. “But I think… it started with you.”

Your heart skipped.

He shifted onto his side, tucking you even closer, his long legs tangling with yours beneath the covers. “Before you, it never felt possible. I had all these fears, these reasons why it wouldn’t work, why I shouldn’t even consider it. But with you, it’s different. It feels… safe. I know I have a lot of… things I could pass down but I have to believe that it’ll be okay.”

Your chest ached in the best way. You reached up, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. “I’d want them to have your eyes,” you murmured, your voice thick with affection.

Spencer let out a soft laugh, the kind that rumbled deep in his chest. “Statistically, that depends on dominant and recessive alleles.”

You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes. “Shut up and let me be sentimental.”

His lips twitched, but he obeyed, eyes warm and shining as he looked at you, brushing hair out of your face.

“What else?” he asked after a moment, his voice softer now. “What else do you imagine?”

You sighed dreamily, playing with the fabric of his t-shirt. “I imagine them being curious—like you. Always asking questions, wanting to know how everything works.”

Spencer smiled. “That could be dangerous.”

You grinned. “True. But at least they’d have you to explain things properly.”

His arms tightened around you, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I think they’d be kind like you,” he murmured. “Gentle, but strong. The kind of person who makes the world a little softer just by being in it.”

Your throat tightened at the sincerity in his voice. You swallowed, blinking up at him. “We’d make a good team,” you whispered.

Spencer nodded, his gaze full of something deep and certain. “Yeah,” he agreed. “We would.”

Silence settled over you both, comfortable and warm. His fingers found yours beneath the covers, lacing them together.

After a moment, you bit your lip, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Okay, but names—”

Spencer groaned playfully, burying his face against your shoulder. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“Absolutely not.”

He chuckled, the sound sending warmth straight through you. “Alright,” he said, tilting his head back. “What’s on your list?”

You grinned, shifting onto your back and pulling him with you so his head rested against your shoulder. “Okay, hear me out—what about something classic? Like Eleanor?”

Spencer hummed. “Eleanor is nice… but what about something literary? Like Jane, for Jane Austen?”

You tapped your chin in thought. “Ooh, that’s cute. But what if we had a boy?”

Spencer was quiet for a moment. Then, hesitantly, he murmured, “Gideon.”

You stilled, glancing down at him. His face was unreadable, but you could hear the weight behind the name, the quiet tribute in it.

Your fingers brushed through his hair. “Gideon Reid,” you said softly, testing the way it sounded. “It’s beautiful, I love it.”

Spencer let out a slow breath, his arms tightening around you. “I think he’d like it too,” he murmured.

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Then it’s perfect. Gideon Reid.”

Silence again, but this time, it was filled with something deeper—understanding, love, the quiet promise of a future neither of you had dared to dream about before.

And for the first time, it didn’t feel so far away.