#littlebadger

[royalreef]

@littlebadger replied to your post:

"19 FEET LONG, YOU GREW???"

" ...... I have been this long for years??"

[strebcr]

❛  autumn is over, ya psycho!  ❜  { danny, stop being a little nuisance!! }

"Take it up with the asshole who runs this blog! It's not my fault the queue ran this late!!"

Excuse me sir the 4th wall costs money to fix!!

[vintersang]

Good Tidings We Bring! 🎁

christmas gifts meme / accepting / @littlebadger

Hello there, Yuma!

Thank you for sending this ask!

My dash is filled with excitement for the cozy festivities that December brings to everyone, so I thought I would join in on the fun by spreading some gifts. I'm not the best with graphics, but I always like the thought of giving out gifts.

Danny Phantom is a show I loved watching when growing up, so doing this little gift for you turned out to be quite fun to do. I know we haven't interacted yet, but I was still quite excited to make this gift nonetheless. I haven't seen the show in so long, but I remember bits and pieces of it quite fondly. Danny Phantom needs more attention!

Are you ready to see your present? I hope so!

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃… 🩵

I hope you like your gift. I noticed your blog has a galaxy-like theme to it, so I tried to match it. Feel free to use it!

[titansandothersrp]

Freaky

It had been relatively peaceful in Jump City for a few weeks. The changeling was quite grateful. As much as he enjoyed the thrill of battle and kicking bad guy butt, he also enjoyed being able to volunteer at the animal shelter uninterrupted, eating goodies at his favorite vegan bakery, brushing up on his Spanish, and spending time with his friends off the battlefield. ...So it figured frantic murmurs of someone new in town that could prove a threat reached his pointed ears. “I saw him near the pizza place!” “He was so freaky!” “I got chills��” “Is he dangerous?” “He hasn��t hurt anyone yet…” Letting out a sigh, Beast Boy took to the air as an owl to scan from the night sky.

@littlebadger

[musemelodies]

"Is this the part where I’m supposed to be impressed?" { Timon lol }

"Zzz...I'll take the crunchy ones...ooh, I'll have some aphids too..."

He's dreaming of bugs right now. It'd be a real shame if somebody woke him up. (DON'T DO IT, CASPER.)

[lost-kingsmen]

@littlebadger liked for a starter

"Once again, thank you." Gawain held resolute to the glowing fishing line looped around the head of the spectral horse as a makeshift halter. "I wasn't prepared to have to chase her down - she normally doesn't like to come out when we leave Texas." The horse started to lean back towards the bushes over the fence, and Gawain very pointedly tugged her head away again. "She's very grateful you didn't use the thermos."

"Guinevere would be more grateful if she were able to finish her snack." The horse snorted. "If the gardener did not want his bushes to be eaten, then he should not have planted such delicious ones."

[warraigoe]

❝ i think we're overdue on a little bit of sibling time ! ❞ jazz exclaims, taking her seat next to @littlebadger. She does maintain a good amount of distance, but it's still just a bit too close for comfort. still, she wasn't going to take no for an answer. ❝ c'mon, danny ! i think we could have fun ! oh, we can go see that movie you've been talking about ! ❞

[mcltiples]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 || accepting

@littlebadger sent; SPOOKY AUTUMN PROMPTS - 🌲 Get lost in the woods at night ( For Morty! )

If Morty didn't wonder how long they've been out here, he knew now. Long enough for it grow into night. Surrounded by tall trees and the density of the forest. Stepping over twigs and piles of leaves. He couldn't see a thing now except from whatever the flashlight on his phone illuminated.

"Uh, I-I'm not questioning you or anything, y-you're the smart one, but---" He needed to really just say it. No matter if it caused a fight between them. "A-Are you sure you know what you're doing? We've been here for hours a-and I'm not sure anymore if this is even a good idea."

It was one thing to go along with Rick's shenanigans, but someone who was his own age couldn't exactly force him to do anything. He felt that he had the right to push back. So he would. At least, not too much.

Stopping in his tracks, her faced the other teen. "C-Can you just, please, tell me where we're going? So I can help."

[airxn]

𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. From under the city bench, Airin stretched his neck out. His nose wriggled to see if the lad's fingers smelled of recent snacks. Only, instead of the usual desire to pester them for some, the fur along his spine sparked with unease.

His body freezes. Unsure of what he's sensing, he shoots a testy sneer at @littlebadger. " ...What gives, kid. "

[dpmultibitches]

|| CLOSED || Val & Danny ||

@littlebadger

"You know, Dash would probably leave you alone if you just avoided him. Guy has the the attention span of a goldfish, outta sight outta mind."

[captainseamech]

⭐ ? 👀

Mutual bingo || No longer accepting

[royalreef]

@littlebadger inquired: “ I don’t think you’re truly mean. You have sad eyes. ”

"And I think that if you believe myself to have 'sad eyes'," the two words came back in a perfect mimicry of his voice, turned back a few seconds to replay what had already been spoken, "then you clearly do not know enough about me to make any assessments whatsoever."

She exhaled hard, whuffing as her nostrils flared open wide enough to see a sliver of pale yellow skin. Her eyes, bespoken as they were, did not turn upwards, did not look back. The muscles beneath her iris flickered, drawing shut the two sides of her slit pupils to thin them further, a singular crevasse splitting open a shallow sea. Dark and deep and unspeaking of whatever lay beneath it, dwelling and thriving so long beneath the surface that they might never be seen by anyone who did not already live there all the same — and contrasted so sharply by the brilliant turquoise all around it, a sharp and vivid teal undercut only by the faintest rivulets of true blue, something that should have been warm, inviting, beckoning, but always looked faintly off. No whites to her eyes, no relief until her eyelids pinched shut, until her salt organ trailed off from the corner and slipped down towards the end of her snout.

Most people couldn't read her eyes, Miranda knew that. Virtually all landfolk, really, because they didn't know what they were looking at. She was smart enough to realize when they found her uncanny, as reading people was a part of her job, a necessity for her day-to-day. It wasn't a feeling she shared or understood with much depth, but she did still know that.

It was just... not what they were used to. Eyes were like that, really, because they were unique as to each animal which used them. They had to be. They spoke innately of navigation, being a direct means of contact, interaction, comprehension with the world itself, and what they were looking for and how they were looking for it mattered. Pupil shape spoke of light, whether it was uniform or dappled, whether it needed to be stretched across a horizon line, whether the structure sought colors or not. The color and the way the equipment parsed color suggested what they were looking for or fine-tuned for, when they sought what they did, how they understood it to be what they needed. It even told of when eyes were not the first line of understanding, when they were mere articles worn after the fact, utilized but not depended upon, or when they were vital, essential, weight-bearing upon which the rest of thought depended.

Thus, minor differences were hard to miss, and especially when someone was looking for familiarity in another. Even if something was slightly wrong or misplaced, then that changed things, altered the rest of their structure in a way that could not be tolerated, could not be understood.

Landfolk had whites to their eyes, because they used those for communication, eye-contact and eye-direction important to them. Landfolk eyes were all soft material, without an orbital ring to keep their shape. They tended towards roundness, because landfolk were tall and did not stay down low, where they had to judge distance despite themselves being in shadow and their target being in light. They were better with color, and Miranda was better with light. Miranda had more of an eyebrow ridge to shield and protect her eyes, complete with her nictitating membrane and her salt organ, and landfolk examples were paltry against her own.

All of these made it hard for landfolk to look at her and recognize her for what she was. Her thoughts did not map to theirs, written in a different language, impressed upon a different material, possessing different subjects as landmarks. They looked at her and could not comprehend her, in the same way they might look at a frog, or a turtle, or a bird, and be lost even trying to guess at what their emotional state, their given reactions, might mean. They would look and see a vast and uncertain expanse, a great and terrible void, perceive mystery as darkness. Already they struggled to see her as little more than an animal, at least when she was more merfolk, less princess, wearing her influences a little more blatantly. It just became harder when they sought details for refuge, thinking that they could find console in the map of her body, expecting her to have some latent traits that were theirs, instead of her own.

Miranda struggled with it less, or she thought so, at least. It helped, certainly, when she barely cared about eyes to begin with. Merfolk weren't very visual, and what was the point with staring into someone's eyes? If you were that close, there were better things to do, and most of the time she was far enough away that it didn't matter what she was looking at.

But it also helped that she had been around landfolk for years, and they had only ever seen the one merfolk in all their lives, defined entirely by however long Miranda wished to talk to them. That was what irritated her, she supposed. Landfolk could change. It wasn't like it was hard, they could certainly be taught how to read a merfolk, how to read her. Miranda had been taught herself, and she had settled in fine to it, without many hiccups after the first year or so. If they had just tried, if they had realized for a moment that she was her own, that she possessed her own rules, her own mannerisms, that she could not and would not move nor look like them...

It was all besides the point. It didn't help either that most merfolk also struggled to read her, but Miranda knew exactly why that was, and that was because she didn't want them to. She had been taught that too, how to obscure herself, hide her hand before she played it. It was useful, in the way most practical knowledge she possessed was, in that it left her untouchable and thus free to enact her will as she pleased.

Her fins pulled back, carded themselves into a straight line so that all three laid on top of each other as one, pressed the fuzz near her cheek into her scales and against the fronds.

"Truly, I do not know what you are hoping to get out of this. Do you have a point in trying to insist you know who I am, or are you merely going to continue standing there and wasting my time?"

[thethreefaes]

@littlebadger (sorry just moving it to this blog)

Lyra jolted when she felt a presence in one of the rings. Kiara had set up several for protection and they worked like an alarm system. But this felt different.

Hurrying, the young fae stepped through one of her own and appeared besides… a kid?

“Hey. Hey, you’re alright.” She tried to ease his panic. How did a child get stuck? The rings should only trap threats.

“Easy. I’ll help you out of here.” Lyra held a hand out to the boy.

[boombambaby]

@littlebadger asked: ❛ what is this guy babbling about ? ❜ [ taken from here! ]

Kuzco yawns, struggling to keep the boredom out of his expression until he realizes that; oh, that's right. He doesn't have to.

" No clue. All I hear is blah, blah, blabbity-blah, blah. You ask one guy for directions to the bathroom, and you get a lecture instead.

-- This common around here? "

[sillymuses]

“ You have to leave right now . ”

—{ for Spectra ! }

@littlebadger

When word spread around Monster High of a ghost-filled town of course someone like Spectra had to investigate it. This was her chance to make it big! She had kept low upon her arrival, scoping and gathering information, before making her move. Apparently, a pair of ghost hunters lived within this area. Ergh. The notion had agitated the young ghoulish monster to no end. The first order of business was getting them out of the picture.

Finding their home had been shockingly easy and it wasn't long before she phased herself into said place with intentions to wreck anything that could harm her fellow ghouls and ghosts. And boy, did they have a lot of this stuff laying around. Hah! Won't they be in for a surprise once they wake up?

The monster stops as she hears the voice call out to her, surprised to see someone in here was up. Fingers lost their tangibleness and the half-broken device clanks against the floor. She does not immediately reply but waits. A slow turn occurs before attempting to scare whoever this was that dared disturb her during her mission.

A mix between a hiss and a scream parted from her lips as she floated closer to him. Surely, that would scare him into submission? And yet...he did not seem to be frightened. Why wasn't he scared?

[strebcr]

💖 💖 💖 💖 I LOVE YOU !!

you're an amazing writer, I love your silly little guy streb,,,,

i love that you ALWAYS stand up for what's right, and you back your friends and mutuals up when they need support !!

i love your headcanons,your threads with others and reading them, I eat it all uppppp !!

thank you for getting me into spooky month; bless you and keep fighting !! 💖 ❤️ 💓

In these hard times we could all use some positivity!

So send 💖 with a positive message in someone's inbox! Let them know what you enjoy about their blog, portrayal, writing, graphics ect!

AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I WILL 😭❤️ WHEN TIMES GET TOUGH WE GOTTA BE WITH EACH OTHER THE MOST! ALSO I'M SO HAPPY I COULD GET YOU INTO SPOOKY MONTH!!