#lop is the short one btw

[goldpilot22]

I got some new dolls and they're SO much taller than my other dolls but that height is entirely leg, it's so funny

also these two (blue and lop) are sisters I've decided. idk which one's older... maybe lop

[skxllz]

Hi! If I can, I'd like to request something with Carl Gallagher and a fem reader! Can you please write about a mature and slightly stoic reader with two younger siblings, that lost their parents at a young age and she had to be the mother figure in their lives? I really like your writing and I thought you would make it a great short drabble.

(btw, the difference between the reader and her siblings is like, 2-4 years apart. Also, can the siblings be adopted by their really sweet and overprotective aunt? Thanks!)

I'm not sure if this is what you wanted anon but I'm lacking motivation so bear with me 😭

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“ what was it like for you growing up? ” carl asked suddenly, his grey-ish blue eyes darting around amongst the night sky.

the two of you had ditched the party in your aunt's house, a celebration for your younger sister who had scored the lead in the romeo and juliet play at school, to lie out on the roof and point out different constellations. although carl didn't know shit about astronomy, you somewhat knew what you were talking about.

the question he asked arose after he explained a situation to you he remembered from when he was younger. involving his brother, some angry asshole and him taking out the guy's leg with the infamous baseball bat they keep on the stairwell of the living room. you managed a small grin from the story, but that was about it.

“ shitty. ” you replied in a short, blank tone. your stare remained on the different stars that lingered in the sky — unfortunately, not so many appeared that night, so you didn't have much to go on.

carl noticed you didn't exactly elaborate on why or how. and, even though he figured it had something to do with your parents not being around, he felt the need to push at it. would that make him an asshole? probably. but he's known you for seven months now and knew little about you, aside from the fact that you're rather... empty- or straightforward? with your responses.

let's just say, you could take shit in a way he never could. he's witnessed you getting yelled at with little to no reaction — if that were him, he'd lose it.

“ uh- ” he cleared his throat, turning to look at you with a lop sided smile. he almost seemed nervous to ask. “ how shitty? ”

you spared him a glance out of the corner of your eye. you seemed annoyed, but in reality, it was just your face- actually, you were surprised carl had the balls to ask. you knew the male was bold, he's shown that many times, but he's also been polite enough not to press into the business of your life.

you're glad he did though, in a way... you kind of wanted to tell somebody.

I mean, it's not like it was a secret. but to just get the weight off would be nice.

so with a sigh, you turned onto your side and tucked your arm under your head; balancing the weight of your head of your fist while you stared the brunette down. “ my parents died when I was little. that's why no one ever talks about them — also why my siblings live here with my aunt. ”

carl's brows shot up at this information, and his eyes slightly widened. “ oh, shit- ”

you cut him off from saying anything sympathetic. “ I had ta’ take care of ‘em when I was only ten. and, yeah I knew how to make ramen in the microwave, but I had no clue how to cook eggs. had no clue how to make acceptable meals for younger children - hell, I was reading out of cookbooks and it was confusing as fuck. ” you blinked away your frustration, ceasing the crease that began to form between your brows “ but I did it. I learned. ”

it was sad, really. listening to you rant on and on about how you had to clean up after them, teach your younger brother how to properly read because the school system wasn't shit. how you had to teach both your siblings how to tie their shoes, comb their hair on their own, prep their own meals as they got older - until finally their aunt stepped up to adopt them out. you were fifteen by then.

she took on you, as well, but you were gone by time your eighteenth birthday came around. of course you checked in with them everyday, but your aunt would always reassure you they were doing just fine and shooed you out.

“ jesus christ, y/n. ” carl mumbled, staring at you with a melted look of sympathy and.. something else. something unspecified. all he knows, it that it reminded him of his situation with fiona and their siblings - only, their parents weren't dead.

you pressed your lips together and averted your gaze to the sky again; once more rolling onto your back, tucking your arms behind your head to get comfortable. “ don't... look ‘t me like that. I'm fine, okay? that's the past. I'm just glad my brother and sister grew up alright. ”

“ but you had to take on a lot- ” carl pointed out with a frown, orbs dancing over your face in sadness. he did not want to see the girl he liked just push this shit off like it was nothing.

“ it's fine. ” you dully croaked, only to clear your throat right after. you refused to give in and tear down any walls that you've built up. “ I'm alright. ”

carl hesitated for a moment, leaning forward as if he were going to hug you- his arm lifted... but then, he lowered it back down to his side. gulping down any words that wanted to leave his mouth out of disagreement. “ alright... but I'm here for you. ”

you didn't reply at first, too caught up in your own head, but you heard him. you absorbed what he said.

and, for just a moment, a real smile lifted to your lips.

“ thank you, ” you mumbled, “ I appreciate it. ”

carl grinned, turning his eyes back onto the sky. “ anytime. ”

[rowavolo]

how dare you not elaborate on maleko,,,, “oh he’s basically just my take on capitano” what Is It,,,,, holds out a plate like a poor victorian boy,,,,

— blue (ty for the acct and the tag btw!! i will go snooping now)

HELLO im so sorry. i genuinely forgot not everyone has the same exact brand of capitano brainrot that my partner and i do . so some ramblies below the cut in a very disorganised fashion :3

there may also be some spoilers in here for the capitano x kemonomimi reader fic im working on which will totally get updated one day i prommy

Ok so Maleko (hereby referred to as capitano) is indeed my take on GI capitano but better in every single way (joking but only a little)

I sort of passively imagine him to also be from the old mondstadt, so he has some knowledge surrounding that, and it's extra jarring when he tries to speak Mondstad's native language, people are just sort of like. "um. why are you speaking in ye olde german mondstadt"

despite what his muscle and strength might have you believe, he's genuinely not a very violent guy, he just happens to be willing to use anything and everything at his disposal to reach whatever end goals are in his mind (presumably something god-hating. or maybe hes just tagging along for the funny)

he's also fiercely loyal, as in would die and kill for someone at a moment's notice level of loyal. its almost unnerving.

he's also very very quiet - folks dont tend to notice it due to how loud his presence seems, but he barely utters a word - his orders usually get passed through his generals or simple grunts or hand gestures. it's shockingly effective.

on a similar note, i do imagine he actually has selective mutism that kicks in around more than a handful of people, but it's not really something that seems to hinder him

I know he's some species of Creature to me. not entirely sure which. definitely dragon-adjacent (of course), but there's also a part of me that wants him to be something with an exoskeleton, so that in some places, the armour is literally just Him. He definitely has a more beasty form to go along with the humanoid one too!

hes actually a huge softie, but hides it well enough that nobody ever really notices or questions it (though his fellow harbingers do like to speculate behind his back. theyre just Like That. gossipy mom group)

wears his hair tightly wound/braided in protective styles, it's super long and he needs it out of the way especially during battle (yes hes creature. yes he can have hair. these two can coexist). He'll occasionally adorn it with little trinkets and the like, but his main concern is keeping it from hindering him Without lopping it all off (he finds it more difficult to care for and make look Good when it's short. it just goes FLOOF).

Actually really enjoys strategizing. He's a powerhouse on the field and can turn the tide of a battle at a moments notice, but given time to plan ahead, he usually doesn't need to (i imagine him and kokomi would actually have a lot to talk about!). Because of this, there are also some board games he enjoys, as well as genius invocation.

he is not very expressive. it is very hard to tell when/if he likes someone because the line between tolerance and annoyance is so so blurred. folks say it's due to the helmet but in actuality his face is just Like That.

he is, however, very polite. unless someone is actively hindering him in some way while hes trying to do something, he will not do anything about it. but if they start getting in the way, theyre getting grabbed by the scruff like a kitten and put at arm's length.

oh hes also very big. VERY BIG. closer in size to the robot we see sandrone with in the trailer, if anything. like. brick wall of a man big. has to duck under most doorways big. HUUUUGE. foul legacy sized at the very LEAST. just broader.

he doesn't often find time to indulge in any hobbies, and even if he does, he tends to spend it training instead because the idea of not doing useful things sets him on edge.

HOWEVER if someone (cough . me . cough. ) were to force him to take a break, he'd enjoy hobbies that involve creating things for the ones he loves. Woodcarving is definitely a past time of his, he's a very good cook (but refuses to do it because he knows others will bother him about it), and he has a soft spot for cheesy romance books (like.. they stare wistfully at each other from across the ballroom level cheesy) and period pieces.

i feel like theres so so much more to say about him but i cant THINK of it right now. but anyways my cappy my beloved hes soooo silly <3!!!!!!

I hope this was enough to feed you, Blue!!

Friendly reminder not to copy or repost my work, feed it to AI learning modules, or otherwise steal it!

[carbonateddelusion]

btw just so you know. anthro Isaac is a greyhound and a Burmese mountain dog for younger and older them respectively. their secondary anthro version is a bear. Eddie as an anthro is a rat and his secondary one is a Designer Cat. Noah's either a lion or a short stubby legged munchkin cat. Jack's primary sona is a gator and his secondary one is a mutt. Beth would be a bug. Alexa is a lop rabbit. Maddie would be a corvid. Owen would be a raccoon or a canary. Jacob would be some kind of bird of perhaps a dolphin. thank you and goodnight

[mabelbun]

▪ Finished Stella and Her Bunny Fursuit Design B.O.B.B.Y i gives her bunny Lops ears it suits her even better than having Hare Ears which I don't want to make look like the Others Making her Different ▪ btw I created a concept instead of giving her a Vanny mask + Actual HomeMade Rabbit one since most of them do look like that in Real Life N' Proper Doll Button Eyes

♡

▪ short Hcs about her Theme Music I've felt like it gives her more Personality due her Villain arch Either like Weirdcore / dreamcore songs <3

▪ Bonus art with Annie n' Nick Vs their Fursuit Design P.E.N.N.Y. / L.U.C.A.S. I changed her suit Since I didn't want to make her look like Vanny a lot anyways

[wheatbeats]

okay so everybody's ranking up the new Star Wars: Visions shorts so here we go:

The Village Bride. Well paced, interesting worldbuilding, and F is my space wife. Add in some god-tier music from Kevin Penkin and this is a shoe-in for my top spot.

The Ninth Jedi. Perhaps the most complete package, and the one that most felt like Star Wars. The best pacing of the bunch, really solid animation, and all the lightsaber lore is great. This score maybe comes the closest to John Williams' original sound out of all of them and I really enjoyed it. Long live tea droid.

The Elder. Love the gradual, foreboding pacing and the subtle character work between the padawan and the master. The final lightsaber duel is really well choreographed and not just flashing lights and showmanship.

The Duel. Pure spectacle, baby. Every inch of this oozes style and I loved every second of it. The perfect first episode.

Lop and Ocho. Wasn't even really expecting to like this one but Lop is really charming and that final duel was gorgeous. I especially loved the scene of Lop being gifted her lightsaber; all of the overtly Japanese religious imagery used to represent the Jedi was refreshing and interesting.

Akakiri. Really interesting and unique visual and musical style, but I feel like maybe this could have used another couple minutes to build up the plot and characters a bit more. Especially if those extra minutes didn't focus on the two old men (they're married, btw).

Tatooine Rhapsody. This one is really cute and low-key, and I agree with the masses: chibi Boba is adorable.

The Twins. It's excessively clear that Imaishi just wanted to animate that Holdo Maneuver and weaved a web of bullshit to get himself there. There are a couple really fun shots in this short but mostly it feels pretty dumb and contrived.

T0-B1. There's nothing wrong with this episode and the animation style is really cute, but tbh Astro Boy references have never really been my jam.

[tokupedia]

back...but feeling broken.

Aldo: anyone who looked at my Wikia profile saw that I had no interest in coming back for a while. 

My aunt died last month..tragically from an aneurysm, she died alone as my uncle had to do a bunch of procedures just to see her due to Covid-19 protocols in place...only to witness his wife dead without saying goodbye. 

I don’t blame the healthcare workers. I do blame the virus and its iron grip on the world, partially due to the egos of officials not wanting to admit they %*&#ed up and idiots whose only concern is getting back their routines as fast as possible with no concern for other human lives.

What made the event worse was the inability to comfort family because I had to stay at home. My mother wanted to travel to see her sister multiple times, I said no due to our financial problems and then the pandemic. So not only do I grieve, I feel like a horrible person. Like I denied her that closure.

On May 5th, I suffered what can only be described as something close to a mini-stroke resulting in a terrifying experience of having the left half my body be numb for a short duration of time (about a week). I want to attempt eating healthier later in the year, as this was a possible warning sign of worse things to come as I get older. Also, really need to consider more medical check-ups, like from 0 to once a month or two. I’m slowly creeping towards the big 4-0 after all.

I have lost partial use of my left hand due to carpal tunnel, as “essential work” and a high turnover rate of co-workers resulted in injured nerves since I had to do the chores of 3 employees. (typing with only one hand sucks BTW). Index finger feels like someone lopped it off and replaced it with an icicle and hand strength is weaker. I don’t see myself typing a lot in the near future, but I need to keep going somehow. Hopefully, I can regain it by August after the doc does surgery if it comes to that.

Then there is the whole George Floyd incident, which was not only horrifying to watch and a wake up call to America, but has sparked a very real fear that the “defenders of law and order” might kill my mixed race assortment of relatives with itchy or paranoid trigger fingers, resulting in on again, off again nightmares and very reduced sleep. 

My auntie from Puerto Rico, My african-american uncle who works on computers for a living and has a nice fancy house from that hard work, my other aunt married to him who is on the frontlines as a nurse. the list goes on.

I feel lost....Not even my heroes can give comfort. 

What now?

[princessvicky01]

DWC prompts!! #20, with Annabel or the OT3 if you're so inclined :D

For @dadrunkwriting 

Thank you so much @inner-muse and @ma-sulevin for the same prompt! 

Seeing as I got it twice I had to do it - besides this ot3 needs some more fluff shared with the world. I really enjoyed writing this one - hope you like it :)

Cullen X Annabel X Kelandris - OT3 - SFW Fluffy fluff - Short fan fic

(btw Kelandris belongs to @inner-muse not me but hopefully I can capture her well by now!)

The way you said I love you as we huddle together the storm raging outside.

“What do Ipay these people for?” Kelandris growls. Her tone is low and sharp and jolts Annabel back into focus.

She had beentrudging, head down, up the stairs behind Kelandris, weary and soaked to thebone. The cold had seeped through to stiffen her muscles and every step broughta grunt and an unwelcome squish of wet fabric.

“What areyou -“ Annabel stops her complaint as she sees Kelandris wearing athunderous scowl with sodden hair plastered across her face. She’s standing byan empty hearth, the windows have been left open and rain has swept in, making theirchambers almost as cold and bleak as outside.

There’s nofire and what’s worse, no kindling to make one. They had arrived bitterly latein the night, in the midst of the most vicious storm Skyhold had everseen and it seemed all the staff had taken to their cosy beds early.

As deeply as the needfor a fire calls to Annabel, the call to sleep resonates deeper. She was so tiered she thought she might actually cry. They’dbeen marching for days on end, hoping to beat the storm back and failingmiserably. Blearily she heads towards the bed but a snap from Kelandris about ‘nowet sheets’ makes her groan and instead collapse over dramatically onto thefloor at the foot of the bed.

Laying there,eyes closed, beyond exhausted, she puffs shallow ragged breaths. She sense’sKelandris hovering over and dismisses her with a wave. It doesn’t work, alreadyshe can feel her love starting to unlace her boot, looking after her, asalways, and causing guilt to prop her up onto her elbows.

“You’llcatch your death in these wet clothes,” mumbles Kelandris, eyes fixed on thetask at hand.

“And youwill in yours,” Annabel quips, finally hauling herself fully upright to offerher a tender, slightly lop sided smile.

“Inquisitor,Herald, are you alright?” The gasp of Cullen’s voice breaks their gaze on eachother. Rushing over he’s already knelt beside them. His thick ringlet curlsconfirm the rain continued to pour in torrents as the storm battered the keep.

“We will be,”huffs Kelandris finally tugging off Annabel’s boot with a grimace.

“I was soworried…” Cullen can’t wait any longer, wet clothes be damned, he needs to hold them and he scopes themboth into his arms. He’d paced the floor all day as the skies blackened and winds howled down from the mountains bringing the scent of rain thick and heavy on the air.

For a long moment, they seem to just rest against him andcontently he tries to listen to their breathing. “I love you,” he mumbles into their darkened hair, huddled together,the storm raging outside, he savours their presence and feels himself settle asthey say it back. Their words, tender and true.

Despite his armour,he can feel Annabel begin to tremble in his arms and finally he lets go. Helooks at them to find Annabel is biting at her quivering bottom lip, apparentlytrying to stop its tremble but to no avail. Kelandris is holding up slightly better butdark circles under her eyes give away her deep-set exhaustion.

He turns toinspect the fire, only to find there isn’t one. “Andraste preserve me. No wonder you’re freezing! Wait here.” He issues the pointless command and dashes off to fetch firewood.

When he returns,he finds them on the sofa, in thick dressing gowns with woollen socks pulled up totheir knees. They’ve dragged it in front of the empty fireplace and are sat huggingeach other, he can see their limbs clearly entwined despite the a heavy blanket covering.

They are sobeautiful like this, with puffy eyes, windswept hair and reddened noses, that hestops to admire them for a second. Or at least until Kelandris clears her throat and then he hastily sets about building and lighting the fire. 

Annabel gives an audible moan of reliefas the first flicker of flames start to radiate their warmth and he takes great pleasure in watching a smile softly spread across her face. His expression mimics hers as he moves to join them.

“What do youthink you’re doing?”

Kelandrisquestion makes him pause and blink, she always had a way of turning his mindblank with the simplest of sentences.

“You’re notjoining us in those wet clothes,” she states. Annabel hasnuzzled close to her but Cullen notices how her eyes peak open at the statement.

Typical, hethinks, with a light smirk. “Of course, my lady,” he replies then nods his head. Methodically heundresses to his dry linen under clothes and sleeks back his loose curls. He’sabout to ask if that will do, but when he turns he finds they’ve alreadyfallen asleep. 

He takes a few more private moments to admire their intimacy. Theway they snuggled together, so peaceful, it was heartwarmingly adorable and not what one might expect from two powerful warrior women made of fire and ice.

Kelandrisseems still awake enough to lift the covers and invite him in, although hereyes remain closed. So, he joins them, wrapping one arm around them both, theyshift to lean into him. 

Quietly he rests, listening to the rain beat down against the thin glass windows while he soaks up their familiar mixed scent. It all combines with the warm ruddy glow of the fire to ease his tired mind, and soon he finds himself drifting offto sleep with them.