#mainly that my dog is old and in pain

[soulanine]

Sooooo👀 modern service dog au

If sunny is a service dog then what was merry? Was she also a dog or some sort of service goat or regular goat gifted to ussop that he so happened to train to help luffy same situation with franky??

This au got my interest hehe(mainly cuz of eds luffy)

Since luffy has like hypermobile eds with pots, does he need mobility aids? Though i feel like if he was given mobility aids, he'd immediately be reckless with them like use crutches as weapons or smth

And roll down a hill really fast probably

Rip ussop

HELP THATS AMAZINF ??!1????1? it’s going up on my wall

i’d been debating on whether or not to make merry a goat or a dog ! goats are so cute !! but as of right now merry is a old barbet that belonged to usopp’s mom before him, retired from service dog duties. my thought process was like, the ships help their crew right ? translating that into the modern world, with the disabilities i think some of them would have, i could make them service animals. also i love ur idea that is so good WAGH

the need for mobility aids depends on the severity 🤔 i imagine luffy’s symptoms are sporadic, his pots symptoms even more so. some days he can move much more and better than others. i think he could wear braces/compression garments to provide stability and less injury. ring splints he may use just because of how much he likes to use his hands while forgetting that sometimes it can hurt (plus they also help with stability in general). helps that he thinks they look cool ! 🙂‍↕️

symptoms fluctuate, so mobility aids aren’t always needed, but it’s possible luffy could have one 🤔 it also helps that he loves to go out, it keeps his muscles strong, he just often has to be reminded not to overdo it. a wheelchair could possibly be used for worse days, when he’s feeling more fatigued or pained ? like situationally. still not positive on that one yet, i’ll have to look into it more 🙂‍↔️

but luffy would definitely have his friends push him faster than they should probably be going on a wheelchair LMFAO

[ficcerspam]

DCxDP MULTIS [AO3]

Super Strength Shenanigans - 12.10.23* [AO3]

DCxDP - When Danny gets an internship in Gotham, concerned for his and his identity's safety they figure out he has super strength he can't control for human-standard fights. Shenanigans ensue.

Horror Movie Child!Danny AU - 12.18.23* [AO3]

DCxDP - Danny is adopted into the batfam having a coming of age movie, whilst the Batfam are going through Summer Horror Special.

Puppy!Danny AU - 12.28.23* [AO3]

DCxDP - Danny is Ace the Bathound AU! With Bonus Dan as Titus, Dani as Haley/Bitewing, and Jazz as Sparky and Dog. There have been multiple tags for this, so please be warned you WILL cry at part 3. Now with meme post. Any additional non-story posts will be under "phantom pups" tag on my main blog!

Preschool Teacher Danny AU - 01.26.25* [AO3}

JLxDP - Clark comes across a meta-teacher with a class of seemingly meta toddlers. He asks if there's any room for Jon.

This work is semi-abandoned, and will not be updated on Tumblr. Please subscribe to the AO3 on the off-chance my real life preschool teacher friend Naynay's stories inspire me once more. [please do not ask for more]

Sunshine and Stardust - 02.16.24* [AO3]

YJxDP - Danny is a clone of Superman AU, but he's a failure, a test dummy. Amidst the days of pain and experimentation, he hears another clone is being made.

WITH AMAZING FANART by brainman1987

Villain!Jazz AU - 04.07.23* [AO3]

**Disclaimer, NOT Jazz centered and heavily DP leaning** After lots of thought this AU will be exclusively updated on AO3 from now on! Please subscribe to it on AO3 instead of following it here :)

“Jazz’s Errands, and Gotham’s Curse” - Chapter 10 Snippet and Podfic

Grunkle John AU - 06.24.24* [AO3]

JLxDP - Batman finds out that John Constantine is basically Danny Phantom(high level threat, ghost king)'s weird uncle. I tell you the story of how that came to be.

Why you should date Superboy, a powerpoint presentation by Red Robin (and Danny Phantom), extras brought to you by @ashleyreyland!

Mama Canary AU - 07.13.24* [AO3]

JLxDP - Suddenly de-aged Danny meet Black Canary and accidentally ghost-wails at her...except all it does is push her back a couple feet, and make her think he's the cutest lil' canary in the world. Eventual Dead On Main.

Murderbros AU - 11.09.24* [AO3]

DC - I explore the brotherly relationship between Damian and Jason, tracing all the way back to their days at the LoA. Damian POV, Catatonic?LoA!Jason.

Mechanic!Val AU - 11.27.24* [AO3]

DCxDP - Val’s pretty sure her new boss Jay is actually a crime lord... mostly background Val/Steph, focus on Outsider POV Dead on Main. Val-centric.

Deleted Scenes/ Extras! - 01.15.25* [AO3]

The Infamous Chair Fic (Val/Steph Smut) -01.13.25* [AO3]

Tentacle Smut? In MY Wholesome AU?? (Dead on Main Smut) - 02.09.25* [AO3]

Fanart of Val the awesome @belfry-ghost made before this AU even existed on tumblr, and was just an idea in discord---

FANART OF VAL!!! by the lovely @phantomfen <3

FANART OF MY GIRLS!!! by the antagonistic (/j) @psyscha

Haunted Mansion AU - 11.04.24* [AO3]

DCxYJ - What it says on the tin---Dead tired, with background Dark Ages!

Amazing fanart of Ember's opening scene by my lovely VP @void-of-unparalled-chaos

A Christmas Carol AU - 12.25.24* [AO3]

DCxDP - Christmas Carol Inspired AU where the three Phantom siblings visit a 15 year old Jason just before he decides to go looking for his birth mother.

The Boy in the Mirror - 03.10.25* [AO3]

DCxDP - Tim has noticed something strange about his new brother, how he looks to his left and avoids the mirror. Demon Twins AU. Angst.

Building Graves like Homes - 03.21.25* [AO3]

DP- In which Danny unknowingly builds his own grave...in an unconventional way.

Family Reunion AU - 05.05.25 [AO3]

DCxDP- In which cousins Maddie and Clark try to smuggle their clone children into the family reunion that happens every 5 years and pretend they've been there the whole time to varying successes. Mainly Kid POV.

[forlorn-crows]

one time someone asked me for a little something about cirrus and mountain's friendship. i don't know where that ask ran off to, but. tagging @askingforthesun bc i think i mentioned this to you randomly one day.

sometimes cirrus asks mountain to help her shave. gives them a chance to spend some alone time together and catch up. slice of life & banter for a sleepy sunday.

words: 680

“Ah, there it is,” Mountain hums, running his thumb along the newly shaven patch of skin.

“There’s what?”

“Your cute little mole.”

“Oh,” Cirrus snorts, thwacking him with the end of her tail. 

“Whaaat,” Mountain complains. He swishes the razor in the dish of water on the nightstand, laying it on the towel so he can go back to admiring the little blobby heart-like mark nestled in the fold of her upper thigh. “I love it. One of my favorite kissy spots.” The earth ghoul dips down as if to do just that, only to get a hiss and a face full of feathers.

“Uh uh,” she scolds. “No. You’re gonna give me pimples.” As if Mountain doesn’t already know this.

He sighs dramatically, resting his cheek on the opposite thigh. “Can you blame a ghoul for wanting to kiss such a perfect spot?”

“For an untrimmed bush? Yes. Because we both know once you start, you’re gonna get all horn-dog on me and I’ll be left indecent,” she pouts. 

Mountain tuts and rolls his eyes. “Would not,” he protests. He’s terrible at lying. With a pointed glare, Cirrus says as much. “Okay, maybe I would.”

“You have,” she corrects. “And I am not in the mood.” It’s not malicious, the way she says it. More haughty, teasing, and matter-of-fact, re-settling herself against the pillows with a wriggle of her shoulders. 

Mountain chuckles, placing a kiss to her bare thigh instead. “Alright, darling.” He runs the pads of his fingers lightly over the edge of her hair, feeling for rough spots or stray hairs. Pulls the thin skin to check in the creases too, mentally taking note of where to pick back up. 

“Thank you,” Cirrus chirps, crossing her arms playfully. 

Mountain just smiles and picks up the safety blade again. He shaves carefully along the crease of her thigh, brow furrowing as he concentrates. Cirrus has dark hair, so it’s easy to see, but he always vows to be precise when she’s asked him for help.

He cleans the blade again. “How’s mentoring going?” They’ve been talking about everything and nothing, mainly Cirrus’ newly developed finger joint pain (“So stupid, I’m how old and this vessel is just now deciding to fuck with me?” “You have been going hard on that baby grand recently, though, Cir.” “It’s new, it needs breaking in!” “Little harder on the hands, isn’t it?” “Well–”).

“Aurora?” Mountain hums an affirmative. “She’s . . .” Cirrus interrupts herself with a laugh. “She’s a handful, I won’t lie. In the best of ways.”

“She’s an eager one. Maybe more than Sunshine,” he muses.

“Yes,” she sighs. “So eager. She makes me feel like an old woman sometimes.”

“A wise old owl.” Mountain’s smirk earns him another tail smack. “You are going to make me miss a spot,” he accuses. 

Cirrus ignores him. “She has so much energy. She fits in wonderfully, and Sunny is taking well to mentoring, too. But Lucifer, that inner fire of hers . . . somehow it’s more pronounced than Sunny’s, if that were possible.”

“She’ll mellow out,” Mountain assures. “Sunny did, too. You and Lus have a calming influence.” The earth ghoul sets the razor aside and surveys his work. He hums, considering. “How’s the shape for you? I know you wanted a bit less this time, but I didn’t want to take too much off before I trim.”

“Hmm . . .” She peeks over her torso, assessing. Mountain hands her the mirror so she doesn’t have to crane her neck. She palpates her mound, pulling away hair from the shaved perimeter and spreading her thighs to see the rest. Tilting the mirror this way and that. 

“No, that’s great, sunflower, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, darling.” Mountain takes the mirror back and trades it out for the comb and scissors. “Same as usual for length?” 

Cirrus nods. “You know I can always bring you my clippers too, right?” 

“Call me old fashioned,” Mountain shrugs. “Sometimes it’s nice to slow down. More time to catch up.” He offers her a smile, one that she mirrors fondly.

“Can’t argue with that.” 

[jaguaresss]

Random Ketu Mahadasha experiences so far:

Context:

Started in June 2022. My Ketu is in a Mars sign and my Rahu is in a Ketu sign. My astrologer told me that my Ketu MD is also activating my Rahu sign because it is ruled by Ketu.

Body:

- a lot of pain + discomfort to bring me to arrive at my true potential (however this was mainly Venus AD) lots of pain, heart break, feelings of betrayal but ultimately emerged victorious. (Ketu in 2nd with Jupiter)

-spiritual exploration and attacks

-abandoned old beliefs and tore them down to create a new foundation. So much death and rebirth.

-fluctuating weight, mysterious skin issues. Dermatitis that I’ve never had before. PS: watch your sacral and solar chakra during this MD. I’ve found personally, that I’ve had to balance them from being under/ over active.

-keep moving, do not be stagnant, and always look for the deeper meaning.

- Sun AD was so good. I came alive again, return of the self and basking in the after glow.

- became v close with a Jupiter native who is obsessed with hair care(activating my Rahu in Ketu sign) PS: Jupiter + Ketu dynamics balance eachother. I have Jupiter in a Jupiter sign as my AK.

- Venus AD tore down my entire foundation. This Jupiter native helped me without even having to ask. Their excess material helped me immensely.

-so many DOGS around me. I suddenly love dogs even tho I’ve always been a cat person. (Ketu + dogs/ wolves have a connection) formed a v special bond with a dog in my life that belongs to my Jupiter person.

- Moon was v emotional and jarring. So much growth and gained lots of benefit from travelling back to birthplace/ place of origin. Reconnecting with mother and father. Distant family. Diving deep into my emotions, family blood lines and connecting with ancestors. Side note: Fathers are usually affected in Ketu MD.

- Mars: ON FUCKIN FIRE BRO. No literally my skin, face, eyes, ovaries EVERYTHING. My sacral is over active and I am ready to stand on business. Increase in inflammation, but balancing with lymphatic drainage.

-Mars: will find you looking for avenues to make big $$$. If you are currently in Mercury MD, I’d advise to collect as much GOLD as you can. It’s worth a lot right now and I’m lucky to be collecting gold because I find myself in situations where I need to trade it in for cash with how rapidly my world is changing.

- LOTS of body care to balance Rahu/Ketu axis. Facial massages, lymphatic drainage every night, lots of hair care and skin care. Breathing before bed, manifestation practices, lots of dreams with my ancestors

- cruisin through life sober and huge connection to higher self

- have moved 5 times since 2022

- 4 injuries in the span of one year through gym(minor. However this can vary on your placements)

-Spending so much time in nature.

-inclination to rediscover myself.

- watch your adrenals and connect with your womb(if you have one) I cannot stress enough how much time is needed to balance this. Ketu is missing it’s head and forgets how much time he is wasting either trying to sort through brain fog, repressed emotions and baggage while also connecting to their body. I DO NOT SLEEP ANYMORE.

- watch your food intake, and really tune in with your body. I used to be a vegan but now I fluctuate between needing to eat meat once a week, or more than 3 times a week. Your environment, emotions, and energy become what fuel your soul. If you are drained, let your feelings leave you before consuming nutrients. They WILL not be absorbed properly, and fast on Tuesdays. Ketu does not like feeling heavy.

Extra notes:

I hear a lot of astrologers saying this MD is to be feared. However, if you are a spiritual inclined person, I can assure you this period is one full of immense potential and beauty. Ketu wants to clear out the debris of your consciousness so that you many reap the fruits of your labour in Venus MD.

Let that shit go. The more you resist the more Ketu will stand on your shoulders and weigh you down. If you notice a pattern repeating, dissect it. Journal about it, seek council. Venus MD isn’t always rainbows and roses. If you carry any baggage with you moving forward, it is only a matter of time before you collapse. Venus MD will manifest the things that you do not let go of as situations that are sweet and sour as time goes on. If you want to create a legacy that lasts, it is your time to do the work, and honour yourself and your lineage.

Will keep adding as I go :) feel free to ask me any questions.

Here are my other posts on my KETU MD:

[jinxfixeseverything]

Prologue: Zaun. (Chapter 0)

Notes and disclaimers

This started out as a Jinx smut one shot, but my OCD made it impossible for me to not have it make sense in the canon Arcane timeline, so it’s set after the show ends. (When Jinx would have the time and head space to actually have sex.) We just wanna see our girl happy right? I started to do a little world building and it ended up becoming an epic tale of the relationship developing. It is complete, 26 chapters and took three months to write. Story is JINX/FEMALE READER. There are some light slang reference to things that truly exist in Runeterra/League of Legends, but you don’t have to be familiar with the game. It’s all just general chit-chat and easy to understand. 

Most chapters contain SMUT and or FLUFF, there is LIGHT ANGST in a few.

Important notes: Reader refers to Jinx often as Pj, for a term of endearment and rare but occasional reference to Jinx as Powder, by the people closest to her, as this is set after her redemption arc she does not mind it used in context!! But still prefers and continues to go by Jinx. She is mainly referred to as Jinx in the story and by the characters in it, don’t worry! I do not own any of these characters, I just play with them. 

Warning: Story will contain VERY graphic depictions of sebian lex, main coupling will consist of two switches to keep everyone happy. All characters are fictional except for you, so I’ve tried to keep the reader as non descript as possible. I’ll shut up now and I really hope you enjoy!

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It had been 10 months since the war. Life had sort of settled down. Zaun and Piltover had shifted into some kind of a new routine. The land was healing, not fully healed, it would take a long, long time. But life for its citizens had found a new normal. 

Jinx had used the vents to escape, just like people that knew her well enough had suspected. 

But unlike the rumours and theories, she had returned to Zaun, eventually. After 2 months away, to think things through, mourn Isha, mourn Vander and Silco and gain some clarity. She became home sick, missed Vi, missed the lanes. It was all she’d known. Stealing away was necessary, letting Vi have a semblance of a life without her. But they’d missed so much time together already. Why spend even longer apart? Losing Isha had made her realise that time with the people you love is priceless and should never be let go of. She understood that now. She had relationships to heal, with Vi and with Cait. With everyone. 

When she returned Servika was a member of the council and was doing a pretty good job of governing Zaun. Shimmer had remained dismantled. And life was… quiet. 

Her reunion with Violet was one of elation and heartache. They talked a lot. Healed so much between them. Though they still bickered like cats and dogs, even clashed on occasion. Old habits die hard, they were so different, yet too similar. Vi understood why Jinx left, but was even gladder she decided to come back. Cait and Jinx very slowly warmed to each other with a lot of forgiveness and soul searching. Cait saw a change in Jinx, saw the pain in her eyes for all she had done. She was so different now. She cared again, in a way she had forgotten how to. The council had pardoned Jinx for Silco’s order for her to make the hex weapon that ripped though the council building almost 2 years ago, on condition that she help with all maintenance needs of the hexgates until told otherwise. They put her brilliant mind to good use. Though maybe a little mundane for her talents. She was one of the only people that understood it anyway. Having Servika on deck certainly helped convince them she was coerced into a life of crime from a young age.

Piltover had made an attempt to give Zaun more autonomy. It was put forth to the counsel that the Zaunites could register a last name, based on the district they were born. 

Vi had taken a reluctant Jinx to sign. Though Vi was born in Zaun, she’d registered herself as a Kiramman and suggested Jinx do the same. She refused, settling on the Fissures for her place of birth. Jinx put the pen to paper, intending to write a J on the page. Hearing her own voice tell Isha “Jinx is dead.” Echo on her head. She slowly wrote a P on the page, followed by ‘Powder Fissure.’ And signed the document. 

“Jinx? Shall we go?” Vi called her. Pulling Jinx from her thoughts.

“Yeah. I’m all done.” Jinx replied. 

The Jinxers had disbanded and all but forgot about Jinx. Which was just fine by her. Cait could see Jinx was a different person now and developed an empathy for Jinx’s past traumas. Growing up being the child of one of Zaun biggest Chem criminals had a way of shaping a person. Losing her family, she hadn’t had the best start. Isha was the first friend Jinx had since she lost everyone and losing her too made Cait feel sad for her. Not all damage could be repaired. But they could move forward together and try to make a better life for what remained of their fractured family, for Vi, if not for themselves. Over the next few months they found they had more in common than they realised, both with brilliant minds and an impeccable shot. They’d even hung out at the shooting range in Piltover and actually had fun! Competing over points and scores. Cockily shit talking each other to get the better shots, but also encouraging and praising each other when one of them did something extra impressive. For Jinx it was refreshing to spend time with women that shared common interests with her. Not just hanging in the shadows listening to the thugs and criminals from Silco’s days. 

But spending time with these women she had begun to admire had made her feel a kind of new longing. Cait and Vi seemed so happy. So loving. It made Jinx feel sort of lonely, out of place, even a little frustrated. 

When Jinx first returned she stayed with Vi and Cait, but living in Piltover just wasn’t for her. She headed back to the lanes. Back to the arcade, boarded up the shattered window and made it as homely as she could. She dropped in on Ekko, who was shocked to see her too. He wrapped her in a crushing hug. He’d asked her to stay at the Firelights but again she declined. Jinx wasn’t a joiner. Things were a little awkward between them at first, due to Ekko explaining about Powder in the realm of heebee geebies, how they were a couple, a life that Jinx had absolutely no memory of, the girl there wasn’t her. That was Powder. She was still Jinx she’d tell herself, and that suited her fine. In a short time Ekko began to separate the two and they became friends again. 

Her hair had grown quickly and was back in her signature braids. Though much shorter. She had no idea what else to do with it. She should ask Cait. But she definitely didn’t want it to get down to the ground again. For now they rested just touching her shoulders.

The voices and hallucinations had mostly subsided, the guilt never truly leaving, had been worked through and Jinx was on her way to healing her past traumas.

She on occasion still spoke to Silco. Sometimes he spoke back. But never very often. 

Jinx returned home after an evening in Piltover, she walked home slowly, not looking forward to another night of tossing and turning, feeling hot and bothered. Laying up in the rafters of the arcade she began to recount the evening, seeing Vi and Cait laugh together and share a palpable electric vibe as they teased and joked with each other made her realise, she should probably make some friends of her own. She felt like kind of a loser hanging out with her sister and her girlfriend so much. 

She spoke out loud to an imaginary Silco. 

“…So now I’m basically a third wheel.” She continued. “Watching them have their little ‘girlfriend jokes’… I don’t want that! I’m not interested!” She babbled “Icky! Heh heh, I don’t wanna get all wrangled up, you know? Of course you know. But I mean, would it kill me to get a little action now and again?” She chuckled sheepishly. “What would you say if you were here? ‘Jinx! You need to focus. Blah, blah! You absolutely need to stop thinking about getting laid. It’s beneath you.’” She mimicked his voice. 

Jinx had never had anyone special in her life, she hadn’t even kissed anyone. When she was a kid she had a little crush on Ekko, that all but disappeared when she began to live with Silco, in her early teens she often found herself thinking about Servika late at night. There was no romance in her fantasy, she delighting in mocking and tormenting the woman, which gave her a strange thrill, but even then, the older she got the more bored and volatile she became. Sex wasn’t something she cared about or had any interest in. She didn’t want anyone touching her. That was for weak and needy people. She wasn’t weak. Damaged, yes. But she didn’t need anyone. Over time she grew to resent Servika ordering her around and treating her like the loose canon kid she was. 

“I could always talk to Vi. Is that weird? I mean she’s my sister. That might be awkward. But it’s not like we grew up together. And we agreed to be ‘open and honest and share our feelings’.” She theatrically stated. 

“I can hear her now. ‘Boys or girls?’ Either.” Jinx replied to herself. She raised an eyebrow and slyly smiled. “Both. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” 

She pictured Violet cupping her cheek in that loving big sister way she always did. 

“Vi would tell me, ‘just go out there and be your crazy, lovable self, Pow Pow. You’re ready...”

Jinx sat up on the wooden beam. “She’s right. I’m ready.” She still spoke out loud, not knowing if it were to Silco or herself. “How hard can it be to meet new people. I’m a hoot! I’m gonna go out there, find someone to… ‘hang out’ with. No big deal. And maybe stop all these weird, sleepless nights I keep having.” 

With that she slunk down off the wooden structure, grabbed her cloak and headed out the door. 

[phightingaus]

Okay hey hi more gear switch au stuff cuz my brain won't shut up about it so here's some random stuff :D

- Hyperlaser is unable to work as a mercenary due to him now having a mele gear and therefore can't be as efficient and stealthy with his kills, Katana has offered for him and Princess to live with him until he can get back on his feet. Yes this is an excuse to have some Hypertana, old men yaoi 👍

- Coil experiences phantom pains where his arms were, he mainly copes because he has a dog named Cerberus that cuddles with him when he's upset.

- When the switch happened the colours of inphernals horns were also switched, I hc that Scythe's og horn colour before joining the church was yellow so Medkit woke up and was confused why the hell his horns were yellow.

- My OC Rainbow doesn't use the Vinestaff for its intended purpose half the time because she likes bonking people on the head with it.

- Changed the lore with Subspace, I explained in a post but he got a prosthetic arm because when his rot slowed down his bones were showing so he had to get that cut off. Still built like a twig tho.

- Banhammer only has two of his eyes covered by the blindfold since he wants to get used to his new gear before challenging himself.

-Valk and Dom are essentially the same as before, the only difference is that Valk is way louder due to having Dom's megaphone.

we love old men yaoi here

AAAAA LITTLE DOGGY!!!!!

i have heard of that already cause i looked at your blog

twigspace supremacy

ah yes setting the game to medium cause you have not gotten use to that weapon/character

BOOSTED ADHD

[edosianorchids901]

These Sights on the Earth

@sherlocktember2024 prompt - "rose"

Holmes was not depressed, precisely, but certainly not in the best of moods. Bored, yes, as his current cases hardly provided any stimulation at all. They could all be solved without his needing to leave the room.

Which, in a sense, was fortunate. His most recent case, which Watson was calling “The Eligible Bachelor” in private notes, had come when he was already ill and had indeed been depressed. His mystifying, perhaps prescient nightmares had certainly not helped in that matter, the lack of sleep worsening his condition considerably.

They had also not helped with his memories, those terrible memories that still haunted him after so many years. He still could not sleep, for each time that he did, he still plunged into bad dreams.

These at least varied, assorted permutations of his encounter with Moriarty. He did not enjoy them, but they were at least clearly the past rather than some strange impression of the future.

Still, it left him restless. He rose from his armchair, made his way to the window, and gazed down at Baker Street. His head spun, illness lingering in mainly the form of dizziness, headache, and weakness.

He began to cough, and struggled to choke it back as he scanned the street for signs of threat. There were no flashes from air guns scopes, no people clearly watching the rooms, no sign of any trouble at all.

And yet, his restlessness remained. Perhaps it was not helped by all the horrible things he saw in his line of work. He did love that work, and dearly loved trying to make this world a better place. And yet, it so often seemed dark, inescapable.

A certain bright point in his life appeared, however, and he smiled as he watched Watson round the corner. The world was not all dark, certainly.

Watson looked up at the window, and immediate alarm flashed on his face. Holmes waved to him. He would no doubt worry about Holmes being up and about after his illness, especially while Mrs. Hudson was out shopping.

Watson made impressive time rushing inside and scaling the stairs, and came to Holmes’ side at once. He shoved his belongings onto the desk and caught Holmes by the arm. “My dear chap, you shouldn’t be moving around while you’re alone! You’ve been far too dizzy for that.”

“I’m all right.” Holmes tried to wave off the assistance. Sharp pain jolted through his head, and his legs promptly bucked. “Ah. Perhaps not entirely.”

“I despair. You really are always trying to get yourself killed, aren’t you?” Taking him in a firm hold, Watson helped him back to the armchair. “I was about to ask how you’re feeling, but I suppose I have my answer.”

“Oh please, Watson. It was merely a slight pain. And dizziness.” And weakness, but he saw no need to mention that. Wincing, he pressed a hand to his temple.

“Mm. Well, as I don’t like the idea of you falling and hitting your head, I beg of you not to rise when you’re alone.”

“I was exceedingly bored,” Holmes muttered as Watson wrapped his favorite blanket around his shoulders. “Perhaps I would not be so restless if you did not insist on abandoning me for the entire afternoon.”

“I was gone for ten minutes, old man.”

“Nonsense. It was at least eleven.”

“I got the newspapers you asked me to pick up,” Watson continued, dogged. “And this.”

He held out a single red rose. Holmes eyed it suspiciously.

“You do remember, my dear Watson,” he began, “that I have never loved? That I do not experience the tender feelings and passions of most men, and in fact abhor them?”

Watson chuckled and set the rose on the table beside him. “Of course I remember. This is not a romantic gesture.”

“Ah.” Pleased, Holmes picked the rose up and studied the velvety petals, a warm rich red in the light of the lamps. “Thank you, then. Is it for some specific purpose?”

“It is for the purpose of encouraging you to draw something other than those horrible thing you saw in your nightmare.” Watson collected the pad of paper and a stick of charcoal, then set those beside Holmes. “I know you have been restless, and frustrated with all the evils of the world. And I just thought, well… that a rose seemed a good antidote.”

“Indeed.” Smiling, Holmes caught Watson’s hand and squeezed. “‘What a lovely thing a rose is’, and so on.”

“‘It is only goodness which gives extras’,” Watson added softly. “I remember that moment well. I thought of it often in the years when you were away, and I missed you. Seeing flowers made the world seem a little less horrible.”

“Quite so.” Again, he squeezed Watson’s hand, and then let go in order to pick up the pad and charcoal. “Very well, Watson. You hold the rose for me. Let us see if drawing this rose can chase back the darkness a little for both of us.”

Watson pulled up a chair and took the rose, and Holmes began to sketch. Charcoal was, in truth, a darker medium than he should like to use in the drawing of a rose. It should be portrayed in something light and delicate, perhaps the freedom of watercolor.

But in truth, the darkness of charcoal suited his mood better. And as he drew, he found that there was much hope indeed, both from the flowers and from Watson’s steadfast love.

[sixk-mutt]

Hii<33 little introduction post cause I need moots!!

🫀 What's your name? My name is Cole or simply Dog, I go by he/she/any dog neos!!

💋 How old are you? I am 18 years old!!

🌹Why did you make this account? For finding friends and sharing my plurality!! I had an nsft/para Tumblr before but deactivated it!!

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🌹What are you paras/kinks? Objectum, big four, dacry, erotophilia, pet play, age play, pain play, ownership, stalking, obsession, rape play ect!! Basically anything!!

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🫀What will be posted here? Para stuff, nsfw stuff, obsession talk ect.

🌹Can we ask you questions? Please!! Anything goes!!

💋 What won't you do? Send nudes, flirt, talk sexually to anyone but my partner

[reidwitchsblog]

My Ticci Toby HC

Warning: 18+ content, mention of dead animals, mention of people’s death, mention of scars, wrong use of punctuation marks.

Author’s note: While I take my sweet time writing the second part of my fict, enjoy this little headcanons that have been on my mind.

Author’s note 2: I created this playlist that basically captures everything you need to know about the way I hc him.

Minors DNI.

PERSONALITY

His personality is, for a lack of better words, eerie. Most of the time he is silent and observant, and due to his past he doesn’t show his true personality often, but rather he morphs into a person that he thinks the others will like, it could be a mature young man, or a sarcastic little shit.

I believe that when he kills, he tortures his victims due to the fact that the concept of pain is foreign to him. He enjoys to try different torture methods

His biggest desire is to have a home. It is something he keeps a secret from others, not really because he is afraid of being made fun of, but rather because he feels that as long as no one knows, the fact that it’s never going to happen will hurt less. So he keeps that deep inside him, in a safe place, like a little photograph that he can take out and look when he is feeling down.

As much as he despises being angry (it reminds him of his dad), he can’t help it, he is his father’s son after all. When he gets mad, his first instinct is to bear his teeth and growl. And if the person he is fighting with doesn’t take the cue, he will attack, aiming for the throat as soon as he has the opportunity.

And talking about dogs, HE LOVES LIKE A HOUND DOG, once that he catch a scent that is appealing to him, there is nothing, and no one, that’s able to stop him. He is going to chase it until he has it in his maw, without very little regard as to whether he is hurting himself.

PHYSICAL

I see many people saying that my man is the shortest one out of all proxies, but, respectfully, I think they are wrong. He just gives me tall man vibes, HOWEVER, I think his poor posture makes him stand at 6’0, when he normally is 6’2, which comes really handy when he wants to scare his victims.

We all agree that he has the most beautiful light brown eyes, they are like pools of honey, warm and inviting, which contrast massively with the scowl he seems to permanently wear.

Although he is more on the skinny side, he has gained some muscles over the years due to all the physical work he does; chopping wood, running around, carrying his victims… sadly he covers them with either flannels or grandpa sweaters.

Still on the topic of grandpa sweaters, he looooves them, mainly because they remind him of his late sister, whose last Christmas present were two brown and green sweaters. His to go outfit is a short sleeved band shirt, a flannel, a pair of dark denim jeans, his old shearling jacket and and a pair of black Converse. When he is alone is his cabin he opts for a wife beater and a pair of flannel pajama pants.

His whole body is covered in scars, most of them being self inflicted, and fewer being the ones made by his bravest victims that naively thought that a knife would’ve stopped Toby from killing them. He doesn’t hate them per say, he even thinks some of them are cool, but in the coldest nights, when he is alone with his thoughts, he can’t help but to despise every single part of his body, including his scars.

RANDOM HC

He has a small collection of various trinkets hidden in a wooden box beneath his bed. Some of them are old photos with his sister, rocks that he thought they were pretty, keychains that he stole from different gas stations, etc. At first glance it would look just like a pile of crap, but I can assure you everything has a reason to be there.

He was born in Germany but moved to South Carolina when he was 5.

He enjoys listening to music, his favorite genre is old rock. The Rolling Stones, Queen, Van Morrison, Fleetwood Mac, Bon Jovi, Blondu… his favorite song is “Brown eyed Girl” and you can’t change my mind.

He is the softest person when it comes to animals, he feels so bad when he finds any dead animal near the road, and he always gives them a proper burial, he even says some words along the lines of “the world was cruel to you when all you wanted was some warmth”. He so cried with the poem about spiders.

⋆｡°✩ — ©️ reidwitchsblog, 2023 - don’t repost, translate, copy, or claim.

[dvorahwyn]

URGENT emergency commissions!!

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Hey friends! I know I have just created my art tumblr, but you can check out my other art social media and my main tumblr(@fernsinthemist) or just message me if you want any more info!

My name is Deborah, you can call me Debs, I live with my wonderful partner and our pets.

At the moment, I am the only one who works as my partner is currently studying(although she is looking for a part-time WFH job, if anyone knows of anyone hiring!).

We are struggling a LOT right now. I got paid last in December and have only €87 left until I get paid in February and I need to get important things such as my dog's meds, cat litter and food groceries for us.

We are trying to find a way to make some extra money to keep us going for the month and to get the most important things paid for.

More info about our situation under the cut. Warning, it's long.

As for the commissions, I am opening up these emergency commissions with set prices, however, I can negotiate prices as I really, really need the money right now and I am desperate.

I mainly take payment via PayPal but can talk about other options if they suit you better! I take payment upfront and will continue to keep in contact throughout the duration of making your commission.

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More info about why I need to sell these commissions:

Our dog, my almost 11 year old best husky friend, has recently had TPLO surgery on one knee, and is yet to get surgery on his other knee. He is on painkillers daily - if he skips them he is in a lot of pain and has accidents in the house, they keep him going. They are expensive tablets and have so far cost me about €2 per day. He needs an extra dose now which will up the cost of the meds.

I spent most of last year sick due to autistic burnout, endometriosis and hormonal issues and was out of work for months due to being sick and because I was bullied out of a job I loved with my whole heart. After looking for a long time I got a job in August and have lovely coworkers and management but it doesn't pay enough for me to make a living. On top of that I had to end up topping up a loan so that I could finally get my dog's surgery and I now have an extra €204 going from my account every month.

I have bills to pay each month and pay for bins, electricity, broadband for work and phone credit. Each month the bills are:

Bins: €39.40

Broadband: €30

Phone credit: €20

Electricity: Between €115-€130, waiting to get the bill

Loan: €204

My dog's meds: Approx. €2 per day going by prices per tablet, so €62 for the month, with more added from next week on as I have to up his dose. This is so urgent as I am out of his meds today.

Rent: €800

On top of that, I have a few pricey expenses coming up:

My dog's post-op x-rays: My dog is 12 weeks post-op and needs to have x-rays soon to check that everything is healing well and to see how his other leg is looking. These will host either €160 for one leg and €220 for both. I also need someone to pick me and him up and bring me to and from the vet and have to cover their petrol which will be at least €50.

Groceries: We have to get groceries delivered here and usually have to spend a minimum of €50 to get delivery. Even without the minimum they would cost us about €50-€80 because of the ridiculous jump in prices here.

Cat litter: We have just ran out of cat litter, and I have to order it. I buy bags of wood pellets used for burning in stoves as they are the same thing as wooded cat litter but are cheaper(life hack for you fellow cat parents out there) - a bag lasts us two changes max and costs about €7, so I will have to order at least three bags to last us until I get paid.

Heating: We have oil heating in the house and have to get our tank filled up to be able to heat up the house. For that we have to get delivery from the local oil company and have to spend at least €180 to get enough oil to last for a short while. We can spend more if we want to fill the tank up more but I want to get just what we can afford and save.

We have also been renting this house since August and it turned out that our landlord hasn't been as honest as he claimed he was and due to some misunderstandings we have to find somewhere else to rent as quickly as possible. We moved here because the last house I rented was put up for sale, and had to find something quick, and it's been a disaster to put it lightly.

I also need to start insuring my car which I've had for a while but have not been able to drive. As we moved to the countryside and have a 20 minute drive to town it's a struggle and we are so isolated and can't even make it to the nearest bus stop 2km away because even though that's a walkable distance we have to walk on a dangerous national road and everyone thinks we are crazy if we do it(and we kind of are because that road has had so many fatal accidents recently). But as I am a new driver and have to do my exam before June, and my girlfriend has a driver's license from her home country and has never had her own car to begin with, insurance is expensive at about €200 per month or about €2200-ish for the year. If I can start to sell some commissions maybe I can at least get my car insured and then I can start to travel for my other job(I have worked for myself as a dog trainer for years but can't get to my clients currently.)

My beloved cat also went missing over a month ago and (this is drastic so please don't read this next part if you are sensitive) I found her passed away behind our house after a few days due to negligence of the landlord - he has a septic tank behind the house that he has left open and she fell into it and drowned. (you can start reading here again) I have had to cremate her and to get the ashes back I paid €218. It was a difficult purchase and maybe many people don't feel it is a necessary one but she was my very first cat that was all of my own and she was there for me through a very difficult time and she passed away much too young at only 3 years old.

Between all of that I haven't even been able to afford to buy Christmas gifts for 2024 and I feel awful about it.

The worst part of it all is that I have only €87 left until I get paid on the 3rd of February.

Any little bit helps, and I appreciate every share.

Thank you so much for reading, if you've read all of this, and for wanting to help. I appreciate you so much. <3

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 : Short #2

Jungkook deals with the downsides of being a young doctor all the time. One of them being, that sometimes he can't do anything.

Tags/Warnings: Hospital/Medical AU, Doctor!Jungkook, slightly aged up!Jungkook, dog hybrid!Reader, hints at domestic abuse, MC's age is not mentioned but it is mentioned that she is above 21, first meeting between jk and reader lets goo

Length: ~700 Words

⛔️ I can't Tag people. There is no Taglist for this fic.⛔️

A/N: Please do not come for my throat if some stuff doesn't make sense. I've tried hard, but I'm not a doctor, and so none of this should be taken too seriously. Treat it like a medical drama. Those ain't real either haha

->Masterlist

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Jungkook has, like many others, bad habits.

One of them is that he can't seem to shut off well- he can't seem to just exist in the moment sometimes, without thinking about work or anything work related. Even right now, at the mall, he's still constantly thinking about the little hybrid infant back in the ICU, better, but still fighting. Did he check everything properly before having him transferred? Did he overlook something?

Jungkook knows not to take his work back home. But sometimes, it's hard.

There's a bit of a small crowd near the store he wants to go. People trying to look at what's happening, others further front talking to each other with concerned eyes. And then he hears it;

"Maybe we should find a doctor?" Someone asks, and Jungkook sighs, lifting his hand.

"I'm one." He calls out, having had this moment once before in a flight into his vacation a year ago. "What's wrong?" He asks, squeezing through he people to get a look at the scene.

There's a hybrid sitting down, an older lady holding onto her.

"She- I don't know, fell I think, but she won't get up now." The lady says, unsure.

"..can't." You quietly try and argue, and Jungkook can feel the tension between you and this woman he assumes is your owner. So he squats down close to you, making all effort not to seem to intimidating even in his dark clothes and rather casual attire.

"Lets get out of the way first." He says, leaning down to you. "Is it okay if I carry you?" He asks, and you nod, shrugging. He collects you into his arms to bring you to a more closed off hallway leading to bathrooms and other things, where he sits you down on a bench. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asks you, and you stare at the woman for a moment, before you look at him. You seem scared- and he worries he might have an idea why.

It's a anger-inducingly common after all.

"..I caught my tail in the.. door." You say, motioning to the automatic glass doors of the store. "And now.. my legs are weird." You worry, and Jungkook nods.

"Lets check, okay?" He kindly tells you, carefully stretches out one leg, moving everything a little to judge your reaction. "Are they numb, or just tingly?" He wonders, and you watch him.

"Tingly. They went.. all gooey for a bit though." You say.

"Thats normal." He nods. "The sensation will come back really soon, don't worry- it's just a temporary nerve blockage from the way you caught your tail. Can you try and move your feet for me?" He asks, and you do so. "There we go. It'll stay a bit sore for a few more moments maybe, but its nothing to be scared of." Jungkook reassures, looking at the lady next to you. "Hybrid tails are connected to the spine- like an extension, so to say. So when she caught it, she basically blocked all nerve signals for a moment." He explains, before he looks at you. "Can I have a look at your tail? It's fine if you don't want to." He makes sure to emphasize your choice, and you nod-

mainly because he leaves you a choice at all.

You turn around and he gently moves his fingers around, apologizing under his breath when you hitch a bit from pain. "How old are you?" He wonders in thought, and the lady cuts him off.

"Old enough to be on her own if she wasn't so incapable of taking care of herself." The woman complains, running a hand through her hair. And while it doesn't tell him your exact age, it does tell him that you're at least above 21- the minimum age for a hybrid to be considered 'independent' if they're between the categories of one to four, which you seem to be placed in. If he had to make a guess, he'd probably say a three, maybe.

For now, he ignores her snarky responses however. It's not his problem, and he shouldn't get involved in things that do not involve him, down the line. "Did you break it in the past?" He wonders, feeling something that hints at past poorly healed fractures, but the lady cuts in yet again.

"She's clumsy." She snaps. "Can we go now? We have some urgent things to take care of and we're already late." She tries to sound friendly- but she's really not.

But all Jungkook can do is nod. "Just.. have it looked at if the complaints don't clear up entirely by tonight." He says, and the lady nods- though she's already occupied searching for something in her bag. It makes him pretty convinced that no matter if your complaints resolve themselves or not, she won't do anything about it.

And so he watches you leave on slightly unsteady legs, dragged a bit by the hand around your wrist, and he can't help but feel a little hollow inside, especially when you turn around to wave at him politely, way too nice to be treated like this. He's sure, if you met under different circumstances, you'd be a very lovely person to be around.

But right now, all he's left with at the end of the day, is the fact that he can't save everyone.

[candiedcoffeedrops]

omg my data became really spotty so i couldn't send this yesterday, so merry 1 day late christmas! 🎄🎁✨ can you brainrot a little (or a lot…?) about ring or jude in the answer to this ask? :3c

Oh hello, anon! Merry belated Christmas! Just now seeing this!

Ring brainrot! Why, don't mind if I do! Let's see what I've got knocking around in the old noggin today. None of this will be categorized or anything like that. I'm just diving in and throwing what I find to the wall and sticking it there lmao

*clears throat*

First of all, I want to talk about how pretty his eyes are.

I'll get into other stuff later but for now! Look at how pretty his peepers are!

And! And the fact that they can look so sharp and focused and alert one minute and then soft and endearing and innocent the next?? Be still my little heart!

I will pay Cybird a frankly stupid amount of my hard-earned money to see this man-- all of Vogel really but especially Ring, in a suit. He would look so good in one! Since Vogel's color is mainly white, I bet any suit they stick him in would also be white but I bet he could pull it off. If I get to see this man in a suit I will die a very happy beyotch. Gimme a suit CG, Cybird please I beg!

Speaking of happy, his smile legitimately makes me happy. I mean, how could it not, right? Like,

He's so darling!

Look at him he looks so soft! Oh, I just want to give him all the kisses!

I'm hoping that one of his route CGs will feature a full, genuinely happy smile like with teeth and it reaching his eyes and the whole shebang. Given Ikevil's aversion to teeth, will it happen? I dunno, beats me, probably not but I can dream, yeah?

I would also like to put him in a leather jacket. And a tank top and that's just to see the arms.

I headcanon that he and Nica are fairly tall compared to Dari and most of Crown. I don't think they're as tall as Ellis and Roger but I just picture the twins being on the vertically gifted side.

I imagine that being Vogel's guard dog and given his and Nica's implied upbringing, he has at least a few scars on his body. He would have to, right? With the kind of focus and determination he shows to following Dari's orders, I would think it would've led to a few injuries and wounds in the past. And that's not even touching on the crumbs of crumbs we've gotten of his backstory so far.

On to our next stop in this little adventure!

His main hobbies are training, and taking naps in the afternoon and eating. But he also loves animals and flowers and seems to know a lot about them and flower language. It's been stated that animals will follow/flock to him a lot of the time, and he never seems to feel full no matter how much he eats.

I'm going to look into each of these just a bit for this part here.

I believe that Ring not only trains as much as he does because he found a way to genuinely enjoy it, but because he and Nica were at one point in time very helpless and he wanted to make sure that if he could help it, neither of them would ever feel helpless again. I feel like Nica looked out for him a lot before Dari found them (not wanting to go into too much detail for those who don't know a lot of the JP lore) and so he wanted to return the favor. His big brother kept him safe so now he wants to keep Nica and Dari safe now that he's older and stronger.

I also believe that his and Nica's previous...situation is why he likes taking naps in the afternoon. I feel like perhaps they were in a place where they didn't have a lot of sunlight for a long while and no real way to see it a lot if ever, so now as an adult, it's something that brings him enough comfort to fall asleep.

(I legitimately can't wait to bawl my eyes out at his and Nica's routes when they're released. Ready for the PAIN)

The food bit is probably easily explained by saying they didn't have access to a lot of food as kids but I also feel like he just really really likes food. Definite foodie. He'd be the type to try almost anything at least once just to see if he likes it. I feel like he'd be particularly intrigued with spicy food, since Germany doesn't really have a lot of spicy dishes from my brief google searching.

Flower language was really popular in Victorian England but I'm not sure how popular it was in Germany at the time. Whatever the case, I love the fact that he loves flowers and knows so much about them. I think he'd be the type to painstakingly put together a bouquet for someone he has a thing for in an attempt to show his feelings since he gets so easily flustered saying them aloud.

As for the animal thing, I'm a sucker for a guy who loves animals and I could definitely see multiple instances of Dari having to exasperatedly tell Ring that no, he could not keep the pigeon that followed him home, or the dog he saved from being run over by a carriage, or the cat that innocently curled up in his lap while he was taking a nap under a tree...

Aaaaand on to the next stop of the brainrot train! The train of rot, if you will. This is even more random thought splattering don't mind me.

I took German in all four years of high school and was decent at it but promptly dropped it the second I graduated. This man? This man right here? Is single-handedly making me want to re-learn what I learned and go further with it and actually learn as much as I can just because I want to be able to speak his native language.

I feel like he'd be the type to give really long hugs. I imagine he and Nica are really really touch-starved so the second he starts getting regular affection, he'll drink up every drop he can. Neck nuzzles, long contented sighs, and like, you'd be able to feel him relax the longer you held him and I think that'd be really really sweet.

That would also go for sex. The wanting to have it as much as possible once he does actually have it, anyway. Like pringles. Once you pop you can't stop and I think he'd be like that for a hot minute...or forever.

I could go on and on for a while but I'll spare everyone paragraphs of my Ring Schwartz word vomit. I love Ring a lot. I can't remember the last time I got so attached to a fictional character and he's probably the closest to an f/o I've ever gotten. He hasn't been in the game for long but he already means a lot to me and I can't wait to find out more about him and his story and the rest of Vogel as well.

Thank you so much, anon, whoever you are for asking about my brainrotting. Thank you for an excuse to talk about my fave and I hope your Christmas was great! Here's hoping you have a happy, healthy, and auspicious new year!

[disabled-battlekukku]

Random Speedy headcanons because that's my job in this hellsite

Speedy's arms is just what would happen if you defeathered a mobian bird. The difference was that he was born that way (cue the lady gaga song)

Unlike what others may think, it would be easier for Tails to reason with him than someone like Jet (Speedy's contempt for Jet is much more personal, after all). If he sees that green fuck it's ON SIGHT

He always had chronic pain due to *ahem* troubled hatching, but after the Cocoa Island incident, moving around on his jetpack became much more regular

Call him the Batman of the Sonic kiddies, because his ass WILL do 4D chess with EVERYTHING

Despite his rather... "edgy" attitude, he is very easy to become attached. He isn't really proud of this, as he sees this as the reason why shit happens to him (due to Jet and Tails mainly)

Speedy actually has a little hobby in fixing some of Fukurokov's robots. He doesn't tell that to anyone because he knows how annoying the old owl would be towards him

Brutally honest. If he finds you ugly he WILL say it out loud

He ended up being "captured" by the Witchcarters one day because he was thought to be an overgrown Flicky™

Despite being the soon-to-be Battle Lord, Speedy is much more used to obey orders than give them

Gaia's worst socializer™

When Speedy and Jet met, he was 4 and Jet was 10

Shockingly dense. Do not use sarcasm with him

Due to the lack of feathers on his arms, he is much more caring to the rest of his feathers

Unfortunately, he also tends to lose feathers a lot (curse of the stress)

Speedy is secretly terrified of Bean. Do not activate the fight or flight response of the flightless bird

Non-zero chance that he thinks girls have cooties

Terrified of loud noises. He already has to deal with his father :(. This includes thunder (do not tell Tails that! 👀💦)

Not very surprising that he has PTSD from like, everything

Very sensitive to his own flaws and feels guilt easily

Has many nervous tics and overall stims. He is very easy to mask them, though, even if not needed

Probably the biggest fan of Soar the Eagle (bird flying with a jetpack that called out Tails at some point? Sign me in!)

Wouldn't mind wearing more femme clothing if it wasn't for his father (that closed is barred with wood)

All he eats is probably just military food. If he eats a chilli dog he either dies on the spot or ascends to the fourth dimension

Professional at unnerving near anyone that stands beside him

He does not give a fuck about Sonic like, at all. Probably sees him as a random guy that grew out of Tails' hip

Very fittingly, his first instinct is alway fight, not flight

He doesn't really have friends, and if he sees someone as his friend, he probably calls them his "allies". However, if he sees someone as his ally, he will go to hell and back to protect them

Having featherless wings/arms is not all bad, actually. He has very sharp talons and will use them when needed

When he's feeling more comfortable or sees someone as his equal, he crosses his arms. If not, he keeps them on his back

Coping mechanism is throwing all bad feelings in a box and throwing it in the middle of the ocean

He tries to be more rational than emotional, but it more often than not doesn't work out

[saints-who-never-existed]

Rereading The Terror

After that poll, I hope the currently 50-odd-% of you out there who haven't read the book now appreciate the great service I'm offering here. :P

Chapter Fifty-Three: Golding

Robert Golding, 22 years-old and God's Perfect Idiot, returns to camp from a hunting/leads party led by Des Voeux. He's all a dither and has a message for the Captain's ears only - they've found Silna and Tuunbaq both dead out on the ice, apparently, and want only Crozier and Goodsir to come out to see the bodies.

The lie is such a hilariously transparent one that it's almost difficult to see why Crozier even give it the time of day - I suspect it's mainly the repeated, confusing mention of various men injured in some non-specific way that makes him decide to check out the situation for himself.

Golding repeatedly refers to polynyas (isolated holes in the ice) as either "polyps" or "polyannas" during the conversation, which is just very funny to me.

He also, however, refers to Silna with an unsavoury term one might use for a female dog, and openly sniggers at the idea of her gory death, which is incredibly infuriating to me. I'm not going to include a quote here: suffice it to say Fuck You, Simmons - absolutely nae need for it. >:(

A small party of men make their way out to the supposed site of the bodies (Crozier ignored Golding's pleas that he and Goodsir should come alone, and has brought John Lane and Captain of the Hold William Goddard along too). No sooner do they arrive though, and hear what they believe to be Des Voeux's party nearby, than all hell breaks loose!

Crozier and Goodsir are seized by mutineers, knives held to their throats, while Lane and Goddard are knocked out cold, their heads bashed together by Manson who appears suddenly from the shadows. "Are they alive?" rasped Crozier... Hickey leaned over as if to inspect the men, and, with two smooth, easy moves, cut both their throats with a knife that had suddenly appeared in his hand. "Not now they ain't alive, Mr High-And-Mighty Crozier" said the caulker's mate.

A bit of back-and-forth follows between the two of them. Some of it made me laugh again in places: "What do you want, Mr Hickey?" asked Crozier... "I want you to shut the fuck up and then die slow and hard." said Hickey. But the weird levity doesn't last long as the fate of another one of Crozier's last loyal men is revealed: "What'd you always call Johnson [Tom Johnson] in private, King Crozier? Your strong right arm? Here." He tossed a naked and bloody right arm, severed just above the elbow, white bone gleaming, through the air and watched it land at Crozier's feet.

Crozier doesn't give Hickey the satisfaction of an emotional response, merely replies "You pathetic little smear of spittle. You are - and always have been - nothing." This is more than enough to incense Hickey, whose face contorts into "something non-human", his lips drawn back like a scurvy victim and eyes filled with "something beyond madness, far beyond mere hatred." He orders Manson to strangle Crozier, specifies that he should do it slowly, even, which is just delicious to me. A curiously bloodless option for despatch, as well as a deeply personal, intimate one.

Before Manson can obey though, Crozier shoots him in the stomach with a small gun he'd managed to keep hidden. He's shot several times himself in return but ultimately manages to escape out into the surrounding labyrinth of ice, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Goodsir tries his damnedest to escape too but is quickly overpowered by Golding.

Hickey is far more concerned about Manson's injury than Manson himself seemingly is, rushing over and demanding that Goodsir attend to him immediately: "Cornelius, honey." Magnus Manson's voice had the tone of an injured child. "My stomach is starting to hurt." Hickey wheeled, "Goodsir, give him something for the pain."

Hickey and Aylmore then follow the trail of Crozier's blood only to find it ends at a polynya in the ice, Crozier's coat floating in the dark water. They continue searching for him for three more hours - Hickey is determined to find Crozier even if only to have the satisfaction of shooting the Captain's waterlogged corpse.

In the meantime, Golding is assigned the grisly task of butchering Lane and Goddard's bodies. He's positively drenched in gore by the time he's done with everyone taken aback by his appearance - all except for Hickey, who laughs heartily at it before they all move on again with fresh meat and poor Goodsir in tow.

[chrisgraves09]

You know the time, it’s “Rambling about Random Topics with Chris.” And this time, it’s about a FNaF fangame series that has stuck with me on a certain level ever since I first played it in 2020 where if I were to die one day, the fangame itself would be my own personal hell lol. And that fangame series in question is Project Readjusted.

Anyone asking why, lemme take back in time to late April to May of 2020. A close friend of mine on my old discord server asked me if I can play a FNaF fangame named Project Readjusted (at least, I think that’s how that happened?) and pretty much agreed on it. Once I downloaded it and played the first two nights on it, it was pretty alright apart from Redeemer. Then Night 3 occurred and the first signs of torture were on their way with Ned becoming a problem. Then came the dreaded Night 4 which introduced two characters: Glancy (a combination of two characters named Glossy and Glancer, more on him later) and the devil himself, Greg. PR1’s Night 4 back then was the most terrifying and rage-inducing part I’ve ever experienced in a FNaF fangame, mainly due to my hatred towards this… THING

This stupid idiot is the culprit to all of my Night 4-5 runs in Project Readjusted becoming a nightmare. Okay so his mechanic in PR1 was that he’ll appear in the office and you need to click on him a bunch of times before he blocks the light that you’ll need to fend off Buster. Sounds pretty simple, right? WELL, for some unknown reason, Greg is a quick little bum and just ignored my clicking and/or my clicking didn’t register. And he laughed at me with the most obnoxious laughter I’ve heard. He laughed and laughed at my misfortune until Buster kills me. He’s actually worse than Balloon Boy in FNaF and THAT’S just saying it lightly. This was either the game mocking me for my mistake or I legit have skill issue.

After that, a few friends on my discord server found it hilarious that my sworn enemy is some small clown and made a bunch of memes about it. Including the very fabled “Greg riding a goose” and “Buff Greg” (thanks @kraigeslist and @cosmo-blep for that btw 💀)

It was definitely an experience alright :D

Anyways, after a lot a torment, sweat, and having a lot of pain, I completed both Night 4 AND Night 5 (totally didn’t glitch the game to where the animatronics disappeared from the face of the earth) and was done with Project Readjusted 1, no longer having to deal with Greg ever again. But then the sequel came into the picture…

The torture continues with this one where I was told that was POPGOES on Steroids. As I first played it, I learned that Greg is dead in this (HALLELUJAH). But my celebration was short lived after completing Night 1 and moving on to Night 2, which introduces my second tormentor of the PR series: Infested Glancer.

This goddamn hellhound thought that after separating from his sister/girlfriend/whatever da fuck Glossy is, he could be the one to torture me in the sequel. And HE WAS RIGHT. The mechanic he has is that Glancer crawls through the vents and you need to block him off from entering through three vent entrances into your office. Again, seems pretty straightforward, right? WELL, apparently it isn’t. Why? No idea :D But it has caused me endless suffering until I finally completed PR2 (I’m not doing the custom night, fuck u I’m not dealing with the blue bastard again)

Now, this would’ve been the end. I completed the two PR games through thick and thin, and had enemies made + making fanmodels of the characters. BUT THEN PR3 WAS ANNOUNCED and my torment never ended there-

God I won’t escape this fangame series, can’t I? It’s pretty much my Kryptonite at this point. So who’s the tormentor of this game? Fuck it, it’s the main animatronic character himself: Busted.

I actually hate this stupid ass dog, he’s about as obnoxious to deal with just like Greg & Glancer alone. His mechanic is confusing as an English essay. From what i was told, I need to lure Busted to the office with the bell on my desk and when he’s here, use the glowstick to keep him away (????). IDK, but I felt like I was running on a treadmill keeping the 3 people that were locked in the building safe while fending off the big dog and other characters I don’t care for. THANKFULLY, I did completely complete Nights 1-5 of PR3, marking my torment to end (no I’m not doing custom night for this game, fuck u). The games may be completed, but the scars remain-

So why did I wanted to ramble on about this. Well, I guess it’s one of those experiences that resonated with me not because it gets me to bond with my friends. Making memes, laughing together, etc. like that. As my much shit I gave to the Project Readjusted series due to it giving me mental scars, I can’t help but look fondly at it for how much it made me make memories of it with others. That’s something I respect this fangame series for. So, thank you PR for the memories and fuck you for giving me an idea of what my own hell would look like and giving birth to Buff Greg 💀

P.S.: yes I’m aware of the whole Pear thing with PR’s creator but honestly I could care less about that drama-

[cruesuffix]

hey headcanon anon here i like the new name and loved the headcanons you did for the arranged marriage ask i really like how you write a lot and thank you for doing my asks always

i'm really sick right now and was hoping for some sick mick hurt and comfort headcanons maybe with mick pretending not to be sick and kind of denying it but the band eventually figures it out and then each take care of him in their own way

headcanon anon!! i’m glad you like the new nickname cause the more I type it out the more I love it too! <333 I’m always so happy when you drop by my inbox, cause i love getting to write freely!! also i’m so sorry i’m getting to this so so SO late!! I feel really bad!! i just have the worst organizational skills and procrastinate so terribly! ok ok ok, but let’s get into this! i’m always happy to write sick!mick stuff cause everyone writes him as the caregiver (which i totally understand!!) but no one writes about him being the one taken care of!! and like… i gotta indulge myself too! you know the whole “be the one who writes what you wanna read” stuff. ok enough yapping lemme start this!

here’s: sick mick and his three dumb loser caregivers!!

- alright, first of all: we all know mick. he could be sick as a dog and he’d still try to hide it! he doesn’t like when people worry about him, and he especially doesn’t like it when they pity him. mick is ever the professional so he’d still go to rehearsals and play through the pain and the sickness. unfortunately for mick, he can’t hide anything from his bandmates. they can all see how pale he is (more so than normal) and they can see how sluggish his movements are. he’s exhausted and constantly sniffling, so they automatically know he’s sick. plus, whether they admit it or not; they watch the man like a hawk.

- maybe he’s had a “cold” for a couple of days. he thinks it’ll go away soon, but it only gets worse overtime. it’s not actually a cold though, more like a full on flu. but mick was raised on the belief that you just suck it up and keep working. that’s how he’s approached his AS for years now, so he doesn’t think his little flu is that big of a deal. unlike his bandmates, who aren’t going to let him suffer through this obvious flu like this.

- it would be nikki to pause their rehearsals to tell mick to go home. like full on, in the middle of a song going, “dude pls just go rest and stop forcing yourself to come here. you’re going to make yourself get worse.” meanwhile micks just going “what do you mean i’m perfectly fine wtf.” but nikki is just pushing him out the door and telling him they’ll come over later. ofc mick tries to fight it and maybe weakly tries to push through nikki, but his bassist is an unmovable rock and just shuts the door on him.

- mick is a bit peeved about having to cut their rehearsals short, but in a way, he’s also sort of glad. he’s so sick he can barely stand and he also doesn’t really want to get anyone else sick… which doesn’t work because as soon as he’s back in his own house and can finally lay down on his warm comfy bed and is about to feel the warm embrace of a lovely little nap… three gremlins break into his house.

- the first person to burst into his room is tommy, who looks increasingly worried about his poor father figure. mick tries to reassure tommy he’s fine (mainly so he can leave him alone) but tommy literally refuses to leave. as we all know, mick is a notorious liar. he’s just a terrible one to his bandmates who seemingly know when he’s putting on a front. maybe mick even tries sitting up to show them he’s fine (so they can leave), but nikki just pushes him back and tells him to take it easy. the boys are going to be taking care of their old man today!

- tommy’s way of taking care of mick is just swarming him every two seconds. he will make a mean chicken noodle soup though, but he will pop in and out of mick’s room every two seconds just to ask him if he needs anything. mick hates how antsy tommy is. he can’t relax for two seconds without tommy barging in and asking how he is. when nikki sees how close mick is to jumping out of his bed to strangle tommy, he takes over.

- nikki on the other hand, makes sure mick has everything he needs. for some reason he’s the most practical out of all of them. he will bring in a heater or a fan on a whim, make sure he’s stocked full of medicine, alternately bring in tissues, a hot water bottle, cloths drenched in cold water, and just anything else mick wants. like nikki goes full servant mode just for mick (which might make the others jealous… but that’s not important!)

- vince, of course, doesn’t know what to do. he can’t cook, and nikki seems like he knows what he’s doing. for all intents and purposes, he should just keep to himself while everyone else helps mick out. despite all this, vince can’t help but hover around mick. he fluffs his pillow, and makes sure his blanket is fully covering him. he closes the window curtains because he knows mick likes his room dark, especially if he’s as sick as he is. he’ll attempt to make him tea, and even if it tastes bad, mick will still drink it since he knows vince has no clue what he’s doing but it’s the thought that counts.

- and no matter how many times mick tells them to go home or they’ll get sick, they don’t listen. they don’t want to leave their old man at home alone while he’s sick, so they take turns popping into his room at alternate times to make sure he’s ok and content. mick would probably be a bit embarrassed too. the last time he was taken care of like that, he was still in elementary school. he’s someone who prides themselves on being independent, so having these kids look after him like this makes him feel a bit childish. of course the others wouldn’t ever make him feel this way… at least not on purpose. they view it more in a “if he takes care of us we gotta take care of him too!” sort of way.

- would be funny to see him try to push their affection away, but being too tired and sick to do so. like tommy tries to cuddle with him but mick’s just lying there trying to kick him away but tommy (despite being so scrawny) is stronger than him and is able to sorta manhandle him into a little cuddle session. even funnier if the other two find them curled up together and form a makeshift impromptu crue cuddle pile (with mick in the middle trying to look displeased but secretly feeling surprisingly comforted).

- of course, at some point mick makes them promise him not to tell anyone else about this (the taking care of him… the cuddle piles), and maybe even threatens them (which they obviously don’t take seriously because he says this in the middle of sniffles and sneezes)… and then promptly falls asleep surrounded by his evil, idiotic little loser bandmates… which he’s slowly starting to grow increasingly fond of. (ik that line implies this is early Crüe era but i like to believe he was constantly hating on and growing fond of his bandmates. the love came in waves and dips ofc!)

ok ok, that’s all i have now!! i swear i could write a fic about this if i had the energy and the effort! this was such a cute prompt (but sick!mick altogether is a cute little prompt and wonderful thing to think about in my pastime), and i really hope i did it justice!! headcanon anon i love all your prompts tbh, and i’m glad you come in here when you do to suggest more hcs for me to do!! <333 as always i hope you like this one and thanks for sending this one in!!