#maybe even a sea hare

[aka-indulgence]

Add Aka to the ocean to turn her into Very Happy Aka

[lackadaisycats]

I hope you know that literally nobody is going to be able to live up to the standard you, V*v, and Glitch have set and your arrogance and exploitation of your fanbase and connections has screwed millions of creatives out of their dreams because Hollywood is a joke that isn't worth telling and wealthy e-celebs like yourself have claimed the indie scene all to yourselves and moved the goalposts into the stratosphere.

Nope. This isn't a zero sum game. There is not some limited, prescribed number of indie trophy slots that a few studios greedily filled up, blocking everyone else out. That is not how it works. Nothing any other creator is doing - short of personally sending hired goons to your doorstep or stealing your credit cards - is taking anything away from you or preventing your success. In fact if an indie creator can manage to demonstrate that they've got something viable going, it may help to map out a pathway for others.

I think I'm not going to bother trying to address whether or not cartoons in return for support from fans - an entirely voluntary exchange - constitutes exploitation. And I'm living in the Midwest driving a 2007 economy car with 200k+ miles on it, but let's just skip past the assumptions that I'm wealthy and connected too.

Instead, let's get to the weirdly myopic notion that the indie scene is held captive by three studios. Maybe YouTube algorithms or Twitter bubbles are somewhat to blame, but in actuality there are so, so many individual people, friend groups, and small production houses out there making independent animation, I cannot possibly name them all.

Here are some anyway:

Far-Fetched Worthikids Satina | Scumhouse Noodle and Bun Punch Punch Forever Ramshackle Noodle Papajoolia | Pipi Angel Hare | The East Patch Jonni Peppers Salad Fingers Monkey Wrench Studio Heartbreak Felix Colgrave JelloApocalypse Odd1sout (started indie, got picked up by Netflix) Allie Mehner JaidenAnimations Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy Cloudrise | The Worlds Divide Telepurte RubberRoss James Lee ENA Godspeed | Olan Rogers Ollie and Scoops Meat Canyon Port by the Sea Kekeflipnote Boxtown Kevin Temmer Weebl Joel Haver CircleToons Long Gone Gulch Atlas and the Stars Animist Skibidi Toilet A Fox in Space Alex Henderson Talon Toniko Pantoja Sr. Pelo Hullabaloo Kane Pixels (started indie, picked up by A24) Homestar Runner Fennah Gods' School Alan Becker Dungeon Flippers JazLyte Psychicpebbles (started indie, Smiling Friends picked up by AS) Piemations vewn Metal Family Dead Sound chluaid Jacknjellify Betsy Lee | No Evil My Pride Cranbersher GeoExe | Gwain Saga Horatio the Vampire Mech West Playground | Rodrigo Sousa The Brave Locomotive Finchwing (+ many other Warrior Cats animators) Quazies SamBakZa Kamikaze: Trial by Fire

By no means a full list. That's just YouTube, and mostly just English language stuff, and I didn't even get to the multitudes of Warrior Cats animation collabs.

The point is, the indie landscape is vast and populated by creators new and old, making all kinds of animated media from skits, to shows, to ARGs, to films. Audience sizes vary as much as the content, stylistic approaches, subject matter, and budgets do. There are no compliance standards, no gateways to entry, no goalposts. There's not even any preset definition of success except what you decide for yourself.

Anyway, instead of nurturing your resentments, consider making something. I assure you, it's a far more rewarding use of your time and energy, and pretty much no one can stop you. ------------- EDIT- Made some additions to the list based on comments. Thanks!

[bluecapsicum]

Cold winter skies illustrations for my daily meteorological fiction project, Reports From Unknown Places About Indescribable Events (Twitter, Instagram, Mastodon, archives on my website).

Keep reading for the companion texts.

December 31st: We report: sometimes, we think we know what to expect when it comes to the sky. We go a few days, maybe a couple of weeks without much happening, a rainbow perhaps, a contrail... We think we know the sky. It happens then, that the clouds twist and knit into impossibilities.

January 4th: We report: we went to the planetarium with our expert, once. We spent an hour watching as we got further, and further away from Earth, then the solar system, our galaxy, and then our galaxy group, until there was nowhere to go anymore. We got brought home, to our beating heart.

January 11th: We report: good morning, we would like to draw attention to a lovely and unexpected event occurring at this moment. Would you please look up to the clouds and notice how, though the sky is largely grey, the gulls flying overhead are tinted orange by the sunrise light? Thank you.

January 12th: We report: in the hollow of a valley, sleepy lightning bugs. There is grey little light dragging itself through the air like it does not want to be here, and we are cold with our hands in our pockets and our nose in our scarf and our ears exposed and bright red (nobody sees).

January 22nd: We report: we have missed a train today, but we can only hope that the train dearly missed us in return. We waited at the station for the next one for a long time, watched people get off and on different trains until it got too cold for us to wait outside. Wispy cirrus.

January 27th: We report on a winter morning: there was a robin and a few hares, blending in with the snowy grass. The snowflakes were heavy enough that we could hear them fall around us. We could smell the cold air until our nose started running. Grey sludge on the side of salted roads.

January 28th: We report: it is after nightfall, but there are still many sparrows chattering in the trees. The air is dank out here, and as we walk, we can feel condensation forming on our face, the white puffs of our breath dissolving into the night. Our expert walks a few steps behind us.

January 31st: We report sometime around sunrise (what sun, rising from where, one might ask on this cloudy morning). The light, weak and mournful, does not weigh enough to reach down the deep blue dark of the ocean. The sea, torn by the wind, is busy frothing and making everything capsize.

February 20th: We report: the barometer and the thermometer are both down. It rained a lot last night, and today, the waters are murky, agitated even through the advection fog. We cannot see the horizon. We picked up a nice, pearlescent seashell that glimmered in the sand amidst all the grey.

February 24th: We report: hares in the fields, then a partridge later. The mud is frozen, the clouds are thick. Not much wind. Some colza and daffodils blooming on the roadside. A little bit more of February, its low skies and its half-steps, the transitions in the light and the time.

[wifetomegatron]

fondest, blindest, weakest. megatron(idw) / reader. drabble (nsfw)

Megatron knows he's beyond saving. Irredeemable and unworthy of grace, as the hound follows the hare, never ceasing in its running, ever drawing nearer in the chase, with unhurrying and unperturbed pace — that was his fate. His sins will catch up to him, and even as the last grains of time bubble under the currents of nothingness, his evils will remain, a wound that will forever scar the galaxy. Not even sinking to his knees could wash away the blood on his servos. He knows this.

He knows.

And yet, the thought of loving you is a seductive, selfish idea that has taken root inside the garden of his spark — where the ground is barren and dry — a stubborn seed has housed itself within his chassis. And when stripped bare, Megatron is no longer a prisoner or a warmonger or a co-captain, only a mech. A mech who wants nothing more than to watch you under the half-light, asleep and curled by his side. Guilt was the flower of loving you, beautiful and tempting, with thorns that cut through reality to let him live in a dream-like state. 

He wants to remember everything: when you arch yourself under him, hands gripping his shoulders as you tremble and gasp. Your smile and your laughter as it echoes down the room. Every time you trace your fingers down the side of his helm before kissing him, lips so painfully tender against his own — this was Primus' final act of mercy. Or maybe you were his punishment. A benevolent act of cruelty: loving you comes with the fear of losing. This was karma in its purest form.

Yet you were brave, braver than he expected. Defiant and adamant to prove him wrong and embrace him, even if you might burn. 

He runs a servo down your thighs, memorizing the weight, searing the warmth of your skin in his memory. Winter meeting spring, the land dancing with the sea, the sun waiting for the moon: that was how you described the feeling of loving him. You pulled him closer, chest to his chassis, skin trembling against the hum of his spark. 

Your body was slick with sweat, mouth babbling incoherent words amidst a string of moans. So Megatron bends down to kiss you, inhaling every little noise.

You tell him his mouth tasted like when the sky finally breaks to relieve the earth of the heat: cooling, soothing, the first rain in spring. He finds it hard to believe that he gave you sanctuary. Until you clench down, legs around his waist, hips bucking to take all of him. And finally, he understands.

Here in the dark, he was tired of repenting. All he could do was want, even if he didn't deserve it. How can he not? When you're pleading for him, hungry for him. He wants to give: to soothe away the ache and give you what you need.

Breathe, he reminds you, slowly rocking to your movements. And soon you were in tandem, lost in the shadows of your habsuite, arms roaming, hugging, holding. When you came, you shouted his name — almost in reverence, voice trembling with desire. 

Megatron knows he's beyond saving, but maybe giving you the love you deserve was enough to keep him going. He asks if you want more, servos already entering, easing, stretching. With your hair fanned across the pillows and cheeks flushed red, you nodded weakly, beckoning him to come. And who is he to deny his purpose?

[thegreatwizardelwin]

The Sea Hare: Scene 2

A Freminet x Gn! Reader

After giving in to the truth of your feelings for him, you try to come up with a plan to express them to Freminet. But before you can finish your brainstorm, you must give him a hand after a rough day.

It CANNOT be lame.

You were walking through the halls of Fontaine’s music college, your mind currently consumed with romantic confessions and beautiful fantasies.

You clutched your book satchel and walked down the stone stairs, leaving school for the day.

Maybe the fountain by the Opera Epiclese? Actually, he wouldn’t want to make a scene. I’ll have to coax him somewhere less busy. 

Your heel caught the step behind you and you fell. Your books slipped from the satchel and flopped down the steps.

A few of the kids from the Acting classes passed you. 

“Be careful, Y/N!” Eloise, a snarky girl who had landed the lead in the music college’s play, called mockingly. “Wouldn’t want you twisting your wrist and missing your deadline. Then, you really would be useless!”

Her friends snickered.

You stood, brushing your hands together.

“Almost as useless as you, if people like me didn’t write your lines.” You snapped. 

She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, yes. You are oh-so important. Ever waiting in the wings; ever a name in small print under mine.”

They walked away, leaving you and the pile of books.

“I don’t want to be bigger than you.” you grumbled, bending over and picking them up one by one. “I don’t need applause to feel worth something.” 

It did hurt, constantly being overlooked for someone who spoke words that weren’t even theirs. However, fate would have it that you weren’t made for center stage. You were made to be the genius behind it all.

You made your way back to the boarding house to drop off your things. You opened the door with your key and entered.

Ms. Maddie came over to you discreetly.

“There’s a blonde boy named Freminet come to see you.” she paused. “He's a little the worse for wear. I sent him to your room, I guessed you’d be coming home soon.”

“I’ll go up to him straight away then, thank you for not sending him away.” you nodded in gratitude.

She patted your shoulder as you walked away.

“I have a feeling he needs someone like you.” she remarked.

You stopped for a moment and gave her a little smile.

“I think so too.”

+

When you entered your room, Freminet was not immediately present. You saw his hat and diving gear sitting on your desk, his boots by the door.

You laid your book satchel beside them and slowly perused the room.

Then you heard the sound of the sink running in your dinky bathroom.

You stood before the door and knocked on it.

“Is that you, Freminet?” you asked.

The door unlocked and the knob twisted.

“Yeah. Sorry for coming unannounced.” a quiet voice replied through the crack.

“No matter, you’re always welcome here. Can I come in? Ms. Maddie said she thought something might have happened to you.”

Freminet opened the door wider.

He had a large bruise spanning his cheek and jaw, and some small cuts all over his face, neck, and legs. You noted a small towel, blotted with blood, on the bathroom counter. His eyes were full of shame and discomfort.

Your face immediately softened. You stepped forward, cupping his cheek and examining the cuts.

“Oh, you poor thing. What got you?” you gently graced a finger over one, causing him to flinch nonetheless.

“A-A dendro samachurl. The thorns-” he sighed in resignation.

You resisted the urge to pull him to your chest and say comforting things.

“They can be nasty.” you opened the cabinet and took out a box of small, round adhesive bandages, a few cotton swabs, and a bottle of disinfectant.

He watched patiently, knowing you would fuss over him in due time.

You opened the box and took out a handful of paper-wrapped bandages. He hopped up on the counter and you began disinfecting and dabbing at the scratches, covering each one with a tiny bandage. 

He didn’t say a word, as if deep down he felt like he should have been chastised rather than mended.

“The bruises are from when the vines hit you, aren’t they? You got battered pretty good then, if that's the case.” you said, attempting to make conversation.

“Yeah…” Freminet swung his dangling feet, drumming against the cabinet below; an action fueled by anxiousness.

“Ms. Maddie has some ice, we can wrap it in a damp towel.” you suggested, working on his legs next.

Freminet lifted his hand and ran it over the patches on his face. He tried to be aloof about his shyness, as your fingers pressed the sticky bandages to his thighs, calves and knees.

“That would be nice.” he mumbled.

“And you can stay here until you’re ready to go back to the House of the Hearth.” you put forth. “I’ll stay with you. I didn’t have plans anyways.”

He had told you the truth about the Hotel Bouffes d'ete a few months ago, after questioning why Lyney and Lynette still lived in their orphanage when they were clearly old enough to be on their own.

It bothered you a little when he talked of Arlecchino’s cold disposition, but Freminet admired her so that you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude towards her for protecting him.

More importantly, you knew Freminet didn’t like going home immediately after getting hurt.

“I’ll stick with you then.” Freminet announced. “I don’t want to go back yet. I’d like to ice my jaw.”

You nodded, lifting his leg to see if there were cuts on the underside. He turned his head away, biting the inside of his cheek. He most certainly was not used to being touched like that.

The scratches on the back were mostly pink and puffy, nothing in need of covering. You dabbed at them with the disinfectant, the alcohol cool against his skin. He flinched a little at the sudden sensation on his warm skin.

You promptly become aware of his flesh in your hands. It was pale and smooth, with a slight dusting of freckles on the outer-upper part that disappeared under his shorts. Of course, there were fine hairs too, that felt downy and soft.

As you finished inspecting and addressing the cuts on his legs, you found yourself clearing your throat and shutting your eyes. You shoved some extra bandages in the box and shelved your medical items.

Freminet was practically boiling over. His eyes locked on the rings of the bath curtain, literally anywhere except you.

“Shall I go get the ice?” you suggested.

“Mhm.” 

“Alright, I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere!” you said with a slight laugh.

Freminet hopped off the counter, grabbed something off a rack, and followed you out of the bathroom.

“You’re forgetting the towel!” he thrust it into your arms.

“Oh, right! Silly me.” I couldn’t even think straight. 

Freminet didn’t even look at you, he turned and made his way to the window, leaning on the edge of your bed.

He’s been through so much. What does he think of when he’s alone?

You gave him a glance before leaving the room.

After you had gone, Freminet took a moment to look around. 

The sheets were pulled up neatly, but it was clear from the imprint that you slept on top of them under a mountain of blankets.

The desk and nightstands were practically smothered in documents; both for school and your work.

He found a small pile of interesting rocks and took a few in his palm for closer inspection. He then realized they weren’t just any rocks, they were the rocks he had handed to you on your last beach day. Sitting right beside your picture frames and favorite books. You had made them seem important.

Freminet set them down next to his own picture with a little clattering sound. You had decorated the frame as well with little seashells.

I’m important to you. 

He smiled at the collection of “Freminet” items.

You came back into the room, icey towel in hand.

“Here you go!” you beckoned him over.

He pretended like he was looking at the documents and not at your personal trinkets.

You placed the ice against his cheek. He squinted his eyes, adjusting to the cold.

He reached up to hold the ice, but his hand met yours by accident. He jerked it back down to his side.

You chuckled.

“Here-” you took his wrist and brought his hand back up to hold it.

He looked down at the floor, his round cheek a little squished as he pressed it to his jaw.

“Thank you. For helping me time after time.” 

You reached over and twirled a strand of his hair around your finger before ruffling it.

“I care for you. More than you know.”

Freminet thought back to the pebbles you had saved.

He couldn’t help but blush.

“I-I know. I know you care. A lot.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Good! I hope I make it obvious.” 

He giggled faintly before furrowing his brow.

“I need to sit down.” he whispered.

“Oh! Alright. Is your head ok? You must have gotten seriously whacked!” you sat beside him on your ottoman.

He nodded.

“It’ll be fine, I just need some time.”

“Ok. Feel free to lay down and rest if you need it.” you wrapped your arms around him. “I’m just glad you’re home and safe with me.”

Home?

Freminet swallowed, giving you his little squeeze back.

Home… I guess home can be with you. Just for today.

+

Freminet left two hours later. He had taken a little nap in your bed about half an hour ago. He was absolutely adorable, all snuggled with your pillows. You had to “awww” just a little, you couldn’t stop yourself.

When he awoke, it was around dinner time. You retrieved two servings of ragout from Ms. Maddie and ate with him.

Eventually, the swelling had gone down and he decided to head back to the orphanage.

“Keep icing it tonight, ok?”

“Yes.”

“And take the bandages off before bed so they can breathe.”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“And tell Lyney and Lynette I said ‘good evening’.”

“Understood.”

“Oh, don’t talk to me like I gave you an order-”

You hugged him.

“I hope you have a good night.” you said, muffled by his jacket.

“Thank you for everything. For all you do for me.” he whispered.

“It’s my pleasure, I’ll do everything I can to see you get better.” I love you.

Freminet sighed contentedly.

“Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye bye.”

After he was gone, you flopped on your bed and laughed your ass off.

He’s so precious. Alright, Y/N! Focus! This has to be the sweetest confession in the history of love!

You sat up with utter determination.

The time was now!

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pookie saga continues…

I will be back.

yall ate the first part up 😊 many thanks for thee reads

Birthday Intermission:

[anotheraccountonthisapp]

What TMA characters do you think would be as an animal? Here's a few of mine! Only just started S4 BTW so opinions may change. Also some of these I based of what the animal represents or their tendencies.

Jon - Moth vibes, dragon fly, fox, panther

Martin - maybe a fox due to appearances. Possibly Cow. Golden retriever personality S1, ooh or an Ainu maybe an artic wolf? Maybe a bear?

Tim - ferret, racoon, lizard, cool animals

Sasha - Mimic Octopus and blue jay for reasons... But yea maybe something mousey or like an owl especially for s1?

Melanie - Pygmy Goat, ram idk she just kinda guves that vibe. Like look at them and then look at her. Same thing.

Basira - crow/raven aka a corvid bcs she's smart

Daisy - wolf, Black-footed cat, other types of hunters

Elias - snake (obvi), jackal, eagle, owl, agree with the horned owl

Peter Lukas - polar bear agree with that, squid/octopus, Kelpie (not real but oh well)

Mike - birds. Idk which just birds. Preferably blue or white. Maybe the Impundulu or Alpine Chough. A goat/ram bcs thunder. Marten. Snow lepord

Michael - Adax, box jellyfish, sea slug, lilac breasted roller

Helen - butterfly, Livingstone's Cichlids, Orchid mantis

Georgie - fluffy cat! Bat, raven, Moth, black swan

Gerry - axolotl, bearded dragon, bat, again cool animals

Trevor - bear, wolf, hawk

Julia - hare, black ram, wolf

Nikola - coyote, cuttlefish, Angler Fish, vampire squid and yknow what screaching owl

Breekon & Hope - margay, rams, bulls, parrot, gorrila, tiger

Danny (Stoker) - honey badger

Any other ideas? Even if it's just one or two give it a whirl ❤️

[noxspost]

Day 2 whitestone husbands, rest and mythology: rest and safety in hugs and blankets

@percildanweek

Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me, so I say Harpy Hare, where have you buried all your children? Tell me, so I say

Percy never thought to rest. The sound of interlocking mechanisms and hammering hitting and sculpturing metal always drew him awake. The smell of soot and sulfur is pungent, something familiar like a distant family member. It was both hurtful off putting yet familiar. It was hard to describe what he was seeing. Soon he was drawn out from his thoughts as the hammer came too close to his hand, he pulled back trying to stop getting hurt. then the flying hammer smacked his tail at the end “shit!”

The sheering pain went up his spine. he cursed as he went to rest his tail on his hand as he rushed to run it under cool water. He always hid himself from others, his hands were rough and scared. His family from the wilds, he was cat sith his sister Cass is one too. Great grandma was a baobhan-Sith, grandma is Leanan sídhe and father was a mix of a changing and Leanan sídhe. Mother was only human in the family. She did know of their family secrets. Now the family secrets were hidden once more. He smells of vax, his dear husband. The same pepper and sea salt mixing with burnt wood. he walking down the stairs. percy hears each step and each flutter of the wings of his dear. The wilds before when they were still traveling and saving the world was different from the wilds he hails from.

He looked up once vax got down the stairs in a hurry. He spoke “oh Freddie how long have you spend down here?” percy never could lie to the raven’s chosen. That man is a blood hound to lies. “Maybe I... few days?” he asked, completely not sure. He looked at the calendar and clock “nope only five hours."

“Good,” vax got closer “you have fur and a tail? Did something happen?” he was then swarmed around by his husband, percy then realized the ring he often wore was gone. He was quick to check. He looked to the ring on the ring tray on the desk across from them both. Percy felt vax touching his mostly still human hands with small claws and brown fur. white running through. He was checking for any burns His tail was cooler, and the burn was bad, it was over a healed burn scar from years ago.

He freezes when vax runs against the grain to see the injury. He sees the discomfort and stops “sorry.” Percy then answered with some humor “I forgot, didn’t I? And no, it is from a curse.” vax looked over to the objects and asked “what are you saying?” percy chuckles “right I oh right I haven’t told anyone this.” He then sways a bit.

Vax then having to catch him spoke “you need to rest we will talk later.” Percy’s eyes were closed even before he was told this. Everything was warm, soft things were all around them. His fur was no longer hidden, his ears were where his human ones were. Now he looked like a tabaxi. His tail was wrapped, and he could smell the scent of vax.

He opened one eye, as he was holding his tail. and he saw his husband, his dear.

All the arrows that you've stolen Split in half, now bum and broken Like your heart that was so eager to be hid You can't keep them all caged They will fight and run away Mother, tell me, so I say

“So, you wanted to tell me something?” he asked carefully “or was that just the exhaustion?” Percy huffs “well, it is because my family is from the fey wilds not the one, we went to.” He gave Percy a look and percy spoke “we are human that is true, but our blood is fey too. Only my father’s side though, I am a cat sith and this,” he smiles as he points to himself and then the ring.

Vax nods “okay then do you still want the ring back?” Percy spoke “well I like it off when I am in the private half of the castle.” Vax felt sad and then spoke “why didn’t you tell us?” percy went quiet and he pulled the blankets in closer. He looked very ashamed “I thought you would hate me,” Vax felt even worse as he listened for, he had made Percy think he couldn’t tell any of them. “I am a fey most would be terrified of me since power of names and everything,” he was about to cry. Vax was watching and trying to find a way to help percy “also most think why couldn’t I stop the briarwoods. I was weak not—" then vax quickly moved to hold him “no Freddie, i would never hate you. You were born fey you couldn’t control that.”

Vax would make sure that percy knew that “you are not a monster,” he was holding percy as he spoke “I know that i will never understand your pain of being you. Yet I can tell you are still the Percival I love dear. Vox machina still cares. I don’t want to hear about how you should have stopped them. You were still a child when they all attacked you, I don’t think you weak you are strong.” He was being truthful, percy smile softly as he took the covers around him to wrap vax into the warmth. They were now cuddled next to each other as the covers were drawn around them.

Percy knew that Vax had a question but didn’t ask it. percy looked over and realized his glasses were still off his head. “You can ask the question.” He mumbles as he reaches for his glasses “is your real name Percival? Also, since we gave you, our names do you have our souls to conrt—” percy looked mortified “no!” he sees vax recoil and percy gulps down some embarrassment “what I mean is my name is my real name. well, it the common translation and I don’t do that, well anymore.”

“Oh, so if you never made that deal the list would be different?” asked vax with a bit of a sadness “vax, if I never made the deal… the list would still happen there wouldn’t be a demon there… only the names and my anger.” He looked so tired even with his nap his head still hurt, his bones now ached. He painfully moved back. His joints were grinding against the bones, the pain the pain not as bad as most days. He sighed once vax moved back “vax I just... oh, I just never told since I never thought I would need to explain that…” vax then without words went to look at the old scars. The white and brown fur was short and thinner around the scars making them easier to find. “no, she didn’t find out thank gods.” Percy answered softly and Vax then went to kiss the scars.

This results with percy staring at his husband with confusion “still beautiful.” Vax reminds him “my husband is still my husband percy.” Percy laughs it was loud startling laugh “oh please I know I look weird.” Vax smirks as he plants more kisses on percy who smiles. “I don’t *kiss* care.”

“When will you stop?” Vax smirks more before going back to kiss. “When each scar is kissed, and you know you are loved.” Percy rolls his eyes “that may take a long time.” Vax thinks for a moment pulling away and staring at him “sure. I have waited and loved you for years now, I will stay here and care.” this makes percy flush and giggle.

“Even when you have to leave because of the raven?” vax then held Percy’s face and planted a big kiss on his forehead “yes because I will come back.” percy smiles at his half elf, one who was touch by raven. vax his dear one. Percy lets him. They spend the rest of the day resting. Percy soaks in the touches. He was hungry and tried to leave but when he opened his eyes, he saw some fruits and some leftover ham. The fresh reheated smell makes percy reach out and grab the slices of meat and down the slices in seconds. Vax was stunned on how quickly it was devoured. He then tears into the pomegranate and all the juice stuck on his face. “You like the fruit?”

There was a moment of silence before Vax did it. Vax uses his thumb to wipe off some of the juice He waited as he sucks off the juice. This stuns percy “so what do you think?” Percy looked embarrassed and nodded. Vax smiled fondly as he got to percy and sat on top of the covers. “You look so cute.” he then kissed percy on the forehead before he wipes off the fruit juice again and lick it “i like it too.” this makes percy red with embarrassment as he was answering. He looks down. He thought that it was hot. Vax soon wipes off the rest with a rag before he had some too.

They went back to chilling in bed as percy had his hair brush and his fur too. Vax was so in love when he saw how percy slow blinks and purrs like a cat. He knew that cats blink slowly as a sign of affection and love. His fur was healthy but a bit dull but maybe it was just the day’s work.

He was brushing when he reached the scars on Percy's back “hey percy what type of fey were your family members?” percy then spoke “most were changelings, elves from our feywild called the otherworld. Cat-siths, baobhan-Siths and Leanan sídhe,” he stops to stretch and then spoke “also there were a few fairies not the ones you think of, also this is only on my dad side.”

“What are baobhan-Siths and Leanan sídhe again? I had to study some of the fey from the otherworld.” vax asked and percy sighed “the first one is a Celtic succubus and the other is a Celtic vampire.” vax nods “right.” he remembers Sylas and percy noticed his fearful look “my grandma is Leanan sídhe but not like Sylas. They work differently. They drink the blood when the person died and after they be someone muse and leading to the person’s death.” he sounded so sure, but vax knew percy came from is a bit different. “Nice.”

They went on and after percy had gotten a bath and he dried himself with towels. He saw the muscles that Vax had a percy still blushing, looked at himself and saw the pudgy fat and he was happy. He didn't feel like hunger might take him. He was fed and safe, that matters more than human’s beauty standards. Also, it makes cuddling fun. He was now sitting in a silk shirt that went down his ankles. His fur felt better as it was no longer stuck to ash and coal. Vax plopped himself right next to percy who felt his tail being touched as he laid across vax’s lap.

“So, you have more family that is alive?” percy froze thinking as he felt his hair being played with. “i mean yeah? Most weren't here when the briarwoods attacked.” vax nods as they went on and soon percy and vax both fell asleep. Vax smiles as his eyes flutter shut.

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“i am off now,” percy looked annoyed. He groans as he slightly pushes off now completely in cat form “i am looking for Vex and Cassandra.” this makes percy calm down and let go of vax’s hand. Vax noticed the cat but since percy looked cat like earlier he didn't mind or comment. He soon went out of the room leaving his cloak behind.

Casandra and vex, vax caught both asleep in the garden near Percy’s roses who were planted for vesper and their mom. They were both asleep and vex had some dirt on her face as she curled up against Cassandra as she looked how like percy does. Yet her fur was black. She also looked bigger too.

He walks over to the sleeping pair. He crouches down and shakes Cass awake “hey Cass.” her blue eyes snap open and she hisses before she sees vax “i have a question.” she looked pissed off, but vax thinks it just her resting face and vex slowly stirred awake. Cass’s tail flicked around annoyed “what?” “Where is the rest of your family on your dad’s side?” Cass got a look from vex who then glares down vax “oh right they are in the otherworld, our feywild. Now leave.”

Vax rolls his eyes and then leaves “okay.”

“Wait did you see percy without his ring?” this makes vax turn his head “yeah why?”

“Okay.” Cass sat as she then got up and helped vex up who looked almost awake. They still had gardening to do, and he looked at the castle. he swears he sees a creature who seems to be a snake with hands and wings and a screech like a seagull as it went off somewhere on the tallest spryer. He was confused and then walks back inside to percy.

“Perc i saw this creature outside.” percy looks up as he was reading “how did it look?” vax spoke “a serpent with hands and wings also sounds like a seagull, i think.” he sees percy eyes flash with recognition “oh that my very, very grand aunt Melusine. She often comes by before leaving.”

He then went back to reading. Vax was impressed and then went to sit next to percy as he reads. Vax likes these moments of peace from their jobs. “i love you so much.” Percy smiles bright and then spoke “Is breá liom tú, níos mó ná mar a fhios agat.” vax asked “what?” percy then snorts “it means i love you too.”

[the-wolfbats]

Thoughts on The Rogue Crew (22/22)

Last one! and this is so disappointing because YOU COULD TELL REDWALL WAS GOING TO ENTER A NEW ERA WITH THIS BOOK BECAUSE IT has a lot of good setup (see the last bullet point) AND IS VERY ENJOYABLE!

There's a bit more of a Corsair culture here, maybe it evolved from the last time we saw vermin “from the warm seas to the south”

There's more mentions of vermin parents saying to not become well vermin. There may be an unknown land where rats, stoats, ferrets, weasels, and foxes aren't Designed Evil and simply exist as beings with various moralities. Too bad you're in Mossflower now. 

They also grieve their friend. Actually, the camraderie between corsairs is something that's been an undercurrent in this entire series that I enjoy.

It had to happen again one day, two characters with the same name (Ruggan). 

There's been some nasty kills and events in this series, but somehow cooking a pike that ate your friend and seeing bits of them in the fish as you're presumably gutting and cleaning it, takes the proverbial cake. 

We also went from “ooh the villain accidentally dies” to”this grieving sibling decapitated a fox and may have hacked up the body and flung the rope like remains into the trees”

There's more communities than simply Redwall or Salamandastron, which is so great to see. Actual individuals living alone, the vermin being a little smarter and craftier than just kill and murder, it's really a refreshing change. 

I feel this was the beginning of a new era of Redwall, and I guess it was, just not in the way any of us wanted. 

This may have been the beginning of technological growth in this series even if it starts out as simply effective as “put wheels on a ship”. 

I like how Uggo doesn't really improve by leaps and bounds. That's more realistic. 

Between that and what we know about 23, (wait a cartographer hare and knowing the Rogue Crew is essentially the navy? 23 may have been the first direct sequel in decades!)   wow we really lost a lot of potential 😞

I'm sad again. Man. I would have never stopped reading this series as long as it kept going. My heart is broken all over again.

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Midsummer Lie’s Dream zine! Oberon just makes me so sad, I want him to find his Titania one day. I’m sure she exists, somewhere, somewhen.

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Laughter filled the open plains.

That in itself wasn’t an unusual sound, especially not for Oberon. In his months in this Lostbelt, laughter was the sound that greeted him the most. That and clamoring cries for him to pay his bills, whether it be in a tall tale, a whimsical ditty, or in actual money. A smile and joke was often all he needed to squeeze his way out of those situations.

No, what was unusual was hearing it on the road. Or even actually being on the road, for that matter. Oberon rarely took his time travelling between cities and even then, he never had a travelling companion. Now, though, he was inundated with them. Leaning against the carriage, he idly scanned the open field in front of him. Gareth and Red Hare chatted eagerly about the best restaurants. Muramasa and Da Vinci teased Artoria. Blanca rested for once, taking a break between the errands he tasked her with. A wind blew through long grasses, rippling through them like the sea. There were no Mors, no other Fae, just several ‘friends’ scattered about as though they were out on a picnic and not fulfilling a prophecy.

Months ago, he couldn’t have imagined this scene at all. His trips had been merely a means to an end. They still were, but now they were filled with diversions and pit stops. Trips that would take an hour at most were now days of winding roads. What a ridiculously ordinary, fluffy trip.

It repulsed him.

“What are you thinking of?” Ritsuka asked, popping out of nowhere. For a human, she was oddly quiet, her footsteps light and breathing shallow. Perhaps it was all of her time spent fighting battle after battle, sneaking from one danger to the next. It was a matter of survival that she could hide her presence, at least long enough until she could summon protection.

Oberon plastered a smile out of habit. He couldn’t let his guard down just yet. “Just how ordinary this is. I didn’t think I’d get to travel around with everyone. It’s a lot more fun than I expected.”

Ritsuka studied him, her eyes sharp, her expression unreadable. There were times when he wondered if she could see right through him, if the betrayals and twists she’d witnessed had given her a sixth sense for it. If maybe the wars she’d fought had aged her well beyond her years. But then, just as quickly, she turned away and leaned against the carriage next to him. “I wonder why you got here so early. Tristan appeared when we did.”

“Me too,” Oberon sang, relaxing slightly. It had all been in his imagination. How could she see through him, when all of the Fae here couldn’t? He raised both his hands as though he were balancing an imaginary scale. “Maybe that’s the difference between a knight and a prince? But that gave me time to set everything up.”

“Thanks for that.” Ritsuka smiled appreciatively. She looked worn, no doubt a little depleted from a recent skirmish. Her energy hadn’t yet recharged from her latest summoning. Pushing back a stray red lock, her expression turned wry. “Though…did you really have to rack up all those bills? You don’t even need to eat.”

“It’s fun! They keep coming up with new creations, how can I say no? And it’s not that much,” Oberon denied half-heartedly. It had been all too easy to swindle others. A little smile, a little song, and they all ate out of his hand. Even animals had a better sense of wariness. “Besides, what’s a little debt between friends?”

“I don’t think that constitutes as a little,” Ritsuka replied dryly. Despite her words, she chuckled, her eyes full of mirth. “I’m amazed they still let you in. I think we could buy a country with how much you owe.”

“It’s not like they can deny my face. And I am a prince, even if only in name.” Oberon chuckled and shrugged, dismissing the problem. If things continued as planned, it wouldn’t be long before the whole point became moot. “It’s fine, we’re saving everyone, right? What’s a little money compared to that?”

Ritsuka flinched. She stared at the ground, biting her lip as she scuffed the dirt. “Saving everyone…”

Was that guilt he detected? Oberon repressed a dark smirk. Just how far should he push that feeling? Just how deep should he twist that knife? It was far too late to feel that now, after pruning five possibilities. Ritsuka couldn’t turn back now, and even if she could, Oberon wouldn’t let her. He’d far prefer to let her feelings fester, to have them deepen and darken until they consumed her. Until her appearance matched her deeds.

Yet, he was Oberon right now, and for all of Oberon’s pranks and roguish behaviour, he was not one to let another wallow in guilt.

“You are saving them,” he reminded her gently, resting a hand on her shoulder. Even for a human, she felt small, frail. “Regardless of how it ends, today’s important, right?”

“That…” Ritsuka covered his hand with hers and squeezed it lightly. It didn’t repulse him as much as it should have. “I know. Thanks.”

“Knowing and feeling something are two different things, right? Knowing the truth doesn’t always make it any easier to believe.” Oberon closed his eyes as a light breeze ran through the field, rustling his robes and ruffling his hair. He hadn’t meant to say that. He shouldn’t have said that.

Titania.

Unbidden, he thought of her once more. What a silly, stupid thought. If only he hadn’t ‘settled’ as Oberon. Naked and fractured, he hadn’t thought of anything more than survival when he’d first surfaced in the forest. And now, he was paying for that weakness with a body that swirled with conflicting wishes and thoughts.

He didn’t need any of this.

He wanted it more than anything. A doomsday device shouldn’t have desire, yet it filled him nonetheless.

How troubling.

“Yeah.” Ritsuka looked at him once more, with those perceptive eyes of hers. For a moment, he thought she’d read his mind.

Before she could say anything, he cut in with a teasing smile. It was far too early for him to lose control like this. “Just look at Artoria.” Oberon gestured at the young woman in front of them, her face bright red from either anger or embarrassment. Or both. It was usually both. Especially when she had to deal with Muramasa, who looked like he was setting up a competition. “She really doesn’t seem like the chosen one, does she? She’s not like the Artoria from our world at all.”

Ritsuka laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. Still…” She pursed her lips as she glanced at their companion, her expression softening. Did she see something of herself in the chosen one? They had both been thrust into a task they hadn’t been ready for, with no way out.

“Still?” Oberon prodded, curious despite himself.

“It’s…uh…it’s corny, but they have the same eyes.” She rubbed her neck sheepishly. An embarrassed flush spread across her nose. “They’re…unwavering. She's not confident, but…it’s like when I talked to Artoria Lily. She’s stronger than she realizes. She just needs a push.”

“Ohhh?” Oberon grinned, steering the conversation back to lighter pastures. It seemed his decision for team building exercises was finally paying off. “Looks like someone has a fan. You should tell her that.”

“That…yeah.” Ritsuka looked even more embarrassed at the thought. “I’ll think about that.” She laughed awkwardly. “It’s like Mash all over again.”

He had seen little of Ritsuka’s preferred Servant. “They’re similar?”

“A bit. I had to praise Mash a lot in the beginning too. She never seemed to believe me or herself.” Ritsuka smiled wistfully as she leaned back, staring up at the sky. “I hope we find her soon.”

“We will.” Oberon tapped Ritsuka’s hand, the master’s seals impossible to miss on her pale skin. “You’re still connected to her, right? And we’ve got everyone searching.”

Softly, she mumbled, “Yeah.”

There was something nostalgic about her expression. Oberon couldn’t quite place where he’d seen it before. It was the most vulnerable he’d seen her.

Ritsuka didn’t look at him as she added, “And you too.”

That caught him off guard. Puzzled, he pointed at himself. “Me?”

Now she turned to him, her gaze thoughtful. “Titania. I’m sure we’ll find her one day.”

Oberon didn’t know what to say to that, whether he should fake a laugh or look appreciative. He should never have let that slip earlier.

Ritsuka didn’t comment on his silence. She clasped her hands in front of her. “There are other servants like that. Nursery Rhyme. Jeanne d’Arc Alter. They didn’t really exist but they also do. It happens sometimes.”

He didn’t need to be a mind reader to guess where this was going. Oberon forced a smile. “If we’re lucky.”

“Well, I think I’ve got that covered.” Ristuka chuckled sardonically. “I mean, all of this is happening, but I made it pretty far. And in one piece. You never know; she might appear one day.”

“I…” It was strange. Ritsuka was consoling him. Oberon had never been consoled before. He had never needed to be consoled either. Even now, he didn’t need to hear those words. Even now, there was something about the whole idea that made his skin crawl.

Yet, hope bloomed within him nonetheless.

It unnerved him. Maybe this was one of her abilities as a Master. Maybe this was the ‘Oberon’ within him. He should have cut this part of himself out long ago.

Ritsuka grasped his hand comfortingly. “You’ll find her. I’m sure of it.”

“Yeah.” He forced himself to stay still, fighting down the urge to recoil. They’d been in this discussion for too long; he needed to change the subject before they delved any deeper. Ritsuka was perceptive in the worst of ways and he didn’t need any more interferences with his plans.

Fortunately, there was an easy target in front of him. Oberon gestured in front of him, at Artoria as she started to swing her wand around like it was a sword. Muramasa drew his sword in response. “Who do you think will win?”

“Is that even a question?” Ristuka laughed before paling. “Wait, do you think he can cut through the Staff of Selection?”

That was a question that had never crossed his mind. Oberon stared blankly at the duel in front of him. “It’s magic.”

“That…hasn’t stopped this before.” Ritsuka jerked away from the carriage and took off like a bullet. “Wait, Artoria!”

Oberon snorted. Somehow, the scene in front of him had become even more ridiculous. Everything to do with Chaldea, with Ritsuka and her entourage, had a way of breaking his expectations in the best ways. Now there was a three-way duel, with Da Vinci and Red Hare laughing as a panicked Gareth tried to pick a side.

How absurd. How annoying. How pointless.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away. The sound of laughter filled the plains once more. For all that Oberon hated people, he didn’t hate the sound of laughter.

I’m sure she exists.

And for all that Oberon hated everything, he didn’t hate Ritsuka.

[rosehippiefield]

A crt tv sat on the carpeted floor. It was old and square, with all of those weird buttons and little leds.

All that was played on the screen was field covered in snow, but it could also be the tv static. A serene scene, full of nostalgia.

There could be heard a child's giggle. It made the room warm when, behind the windows, a cold winter was raging outside.

She ran, happy, chasing invisible butterflies. Her laugh was like snowdrops, blooming in snow. Her moves were wild like roses, a beautiful sight in forests. Her head full of garden flowers and dreams, stuffed with every thought there is.

The screen showed two hares—it made her stop and think. Hares are beautiful, but hard to catch. Nothing like bunnies she saw on street markets, where animals were in cages, waiting and looking at the free sky.

Hypnotized by colors and soft furs, she touched the screen and felt electricity fly through her. From fingers to head, to heart, to legs. She blinked.

And she was standing in the middle of the field. Green, even if frost was catching edges nearing the forest. The view was beautiful, wrapped up in frozen breaths from her mouth. But she wasn't cold—spring was coming.

Above high, magpies flew past her and their tails almost looked like paintbrushes that paint the sky. Hares circled her, wanting her to catch them. Playful but fast, faster than her legs.

They knew she was smart, they saw the flowers in her eyes. Who knew flowers could shine brighter than stars?

She didn't know if time stopped or if years passed, but the sun was higher and grass grew taller. Petals were scattered with every color she could think of. The wind was warm against her skin.

Hares came and went away to come again. It all felt like seconds.

"Will you stay with us?"

The question was asked once, but with the power of thousands of times. Was it the first one, or did she forget all the other questions?

Did she have a choice? She lost sight of tv and her childhood carpets. But she wanted to stay. And she could choose her ways.

She could pick to become a hare and run in opposite directions. She could pick a magpie and fly on painted skies. She could choose bees or squrrels or even grass or clouds or trees.

But all those colors she could see—purples, greens, browns and blues. It all looked like someone she knew.

Rose—.

She didn't even have time to think and her world began to change. And the world began to hear about a beautiful Rose born from dreams.

A rose, not exactly what she wished for, as nature does things fast and listens later. The only fruits of rose could Rose give now were her thoughts and words of wisdom. Embracing others with a velvet, red cloth—warm and soft in touch.

When Rose asked, people thought hard. When Rose sang, words went across the whole field. Flowers singing, wind spreading wings, animals wanting more. Befriending golden moons, suns, rivers and seas.

Smart and nice, open for starry nights. Sometimes she hid behind her leaves. But she was sweet and had a heart made of gold. Traveling through seasons and fields.

The only rose having rosehips.

(for the description fanfic! I may have bent some things to my liking, but my brain wanted it that way so I went with the flow. It is kinda a prolog to Rose's poem story bc why not :33)

Wow Goldy I'm blown away, this is so beautiful!

This story indeed feels like a metaphorical backstory

I love all the references to our talks (maybe I haven't found all), they are so interwoven into the story it feels natural. The tv of nostalgia, the hares and magpies (I didn't expect them and it made me smile). Dreamy girl that didn't want to leave the mesmerising world of magic, that didn't want to leave the whimsical childhood, and thus became part of that world too... As a rose, of course. I love the way you describe the Rose, I'm honored)

The last paragraphs make me think about being on Tumblr (because where else do I get to be a rose), where I get to post my opinions and befriend Golden Moons. I thought about Tumblr analogy when you wrote poem story (like we're apart but still interacting, creating special atmosphere), and here it feels like a logical conclusion. Even if it's not intentional I like to interpret it that way

Also, I feel like there are references to my fanfic description with brushes of magpies tails (I thought it would be fire lol) and flowers brighter than stars. It's like our stories are interconnected

[shyfoxsky]

Theriotype List

So, to start out, for context, I think we've all seen a skeptic comment about how all therians are only "cool" animals. I personally have always enjoyed keeping up with those with "rarer" theriotypes and even using them as examples when these kinds of arguments are brought up, so I've decided to do a little bit of a personal project, that being creating a huge list of the wide variety within the therian community. Below is the list I've created so far, sorted by general species, then adding in subspecies/breeds, all in alphabetical order.

Please keep in mind and understand that for now, I am only putting Earthen animals on this list, mainly so I and the post can keep up, because there's a LOT here already and I know there are hundreds more out there. Maybe in the future I'll make another list with mythical/fictional/etc. kintypes, or someone else can do that for me, you have my full permission, just let me know, but for now, just Earthen animals.

This list does, of course, need more entries though. If you have a theriotype that you don't see on this list, please comment or reblog and let me know so I can add it! You can follow and find it with the tag "foxskys theriotype list".

Adder - European Ankylosaurus Badger - European Bat - Evening - Flying Fox - Vampire Bear - Black - Brown - Polar Bison - American Caracal Cat, Domestic - Bombay - Japanese Bobtail - Shorthair Cheetah Chickadee Cockroach Coyote Coywolf Crocodile Crow - American - Hooded Deer - Axis - Caribou - Hog - White-tailed Dog - Belgian Malinois - Bernese Mountain - Blue Bay Shepherd - Border Collie - Borzoi - Carpathian Shepherd - Doberman - German Shepherd - Golden Retriever - Husky - Irish Wolfhound - Karst Shepherd - Silken Windhound - Yorkie Dolphin - Common Duck - Mallard Elk - Irish Fish - Arowana - Barbel - Bristlenose Pleco - Carp - Koi - Pike - Zander Fly - Blue Bottle Fox - Arctic - Gray - Red, American - Red, European Goat Grackle Hare Hornet - European Horse - Akhal-Teke - Mustang Hyena - Spotted Jellyfish - White Spotted Leopard - African - Snow Lion - African - Mountain Lynx - Bobcat - Canadian - European - Iberian Macaw - Blue-and-Yellow - Hyacinth - Scarlet - Spix’s Mouse - Harvest Muskrat Opossum Otter - River - Sea Owl - Barn - Snowy - Tawny Pine Marten - European Rabbit - Lop-Eared Raccoon Raven - Common Sable Scorpion Sea Lion Seal - Harbor Serval Shark - Nurse Sheep - Bighorn - Domestic Skink - Blue-tailed Snake Spider - Black Widow Tiger - Bengal - Siberian Vulture - Bearded - Black - Turkey Wasp Whale - Killer - Minke - Pilot - Right Wolf - Alaskan - Arctic - Coastal - Eastern - European - Gray - Himalayan - Mexican - Northern Rocky Mountain - Northwestern - Red - Tundra Wolfdog Wolverine

[lamentingocean]

~Seongtae x Jaha~

-Master Seongtae x Master jaha-

Warning: NSFW (thank me later) a bit of ahem..jacking off, cussing, a bit of sex, pleasing and venting, murder, a bit of comedy, very attractive men going at it. go wild and go crazy.

+Made by your favorite Rotmd blogger-Ocean+

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Jaha. The mad demon. Known to be one of the most dangerous martial artists across the wind of china. known to be ruthless to men that do terrible things without saying a word to the innocent and then just shit on them, expecting the innocent and the poor to eat their shit and then gulp it up like it's 2 day old soup from a dirty pot. jaha is known to have a heart for the innocent and the defenseless. even when they can't wield a blade correctly in battle or engage in hand to hand combat if a gamble has been lost to a fat bastard that takes from the poor and gives to the rich. whatever enemy takes from the poor. jaha will coat his black hare's tooth with their blood. and cut their body up into peices. he wouldn't stand for a man who uses people for no reason. this is just giving an example to the black sea wolves leader. You have commoners at your own living establishment but choose to drown yourself at your own wealth just by these people eating dirt for dinner that has probably been stepped on by dirty shoes. He is such an inspirational man. go from a errand boy.

Serving people their beverages and food to get spoken whatever people want to speak to you as.

To a badass master that doesn't give a flying fuck about fat men towards their women, masters to their town to take from the innocent, to the men that can kill off their own army to take down the main hero. the selfish kind. spread across their blood around the white steps of snow in hopes of getting their mind set right for what they are doing. Their ticket to heaven is revoked.

Their innocence is revoked from the moment they are born into the world of ancient China. you either live to be a normal citizen who is forced to live in a world that can kill you when a fight breaks out between the factions or live as a title to yourself. It's how things work, after all. If society as humans didn't have a formatted system to follow, then it's just pure chaos.

insanity is like an ecosystem. It can spread everywhere across the earth and be the scent of everyone's noses, and then the scent starts to become addictive as if it's being used as a drug. we all live around madness since it's supposed to be referenced as an ecosystem that is manifesting through everyone's minds in this sick reality we live.

jaha looked at his sword, "the black hare's tooth," customized to the leader of the black rabbit clan. that bastard is burning in hell, like william afton paying the price for committing child murder. his eyes scrolled up and down to its further appearance. Getting a kick out of the rabbit bastard's way of weaponry. his hand slowly flinged out his two fingers to caress his clear skin to the body of the sword. trying to see if this weapon is worth fighting off formidable enemies with weapons that are durable, powerful, and sturdy and able to even slice a brick wall in half by just one swing.

A presence swayed right in like a ghost. it's a timid knock. Is it hongshin? Is it the head maid of black rabbit? Who could it be to have a knock so light and so soft to make a door blush. its seongtae cha. a master swordsman and a potentially revoked manager of ilyang prefecture. formidable in wiping ass when he's being commanded to or maybe not. his smile expanded to jaha's glances of disturbance. "Hello jaha. what are you doing here?" jaha's hand flinched to grab the sword to keep his blood pool of eyes raving the details of the sword. "trying to look at my sword. I'm still waiting on my pole that the blacksmith clan is going to promise me in the future. I can predict that the black hare's tooth isn't going to be held in fighting the demonic cult. the number one enemy of murim." The golden artifact defining seongtae's eyes look up to the sword in property of jaha. he's right. Only a weapon he used for a lot of killing can't hold against every faction of murim.

"I see. Hopefully, I will be able to fight alongside you in the future. just in case you will be more a madman than what you are today. while I will be the light demon. it's to compliment your goal into becoming mad demon. while I shine a beam of light to the enemy of the factions. and then will be blinded by my beauty, for I have the power☆" he had a lot of confidence and self-love into speaking that so bluntly to the man that threw a glass across his face. jaha's voice snickered in comparison to his serious act to blind the enemies with his utmost beauty.

"Hopefully, they won't die of ugliness or have the overbearing weight of being gay." his breath trickled, turn shackled to his claim as his head almost went lollipop red to his snickering. but that insultive snickering seems like a laughter of enjoyment into teasing the great seongtae cha.

"You asshole. Your hair looks like the long black haired version of Medusa. watch me get stoned by black musk." his head was boiling to jaha openly, starting to lose his footing to the enemy of laughter when his head was turning red and it was boiling hot water just how angry he was. "I'm s-sorry. It's just that you would either say your name multiple times to powerful enemies or glamorize them with your beauty." his head banged itself on the table when his mouth spat out laughter. never had the mad demon be this so full of genuine laughter instead of laughing out of insanity.

"Fine! If you are going to insult me, then I will call arson upon your inn motherfucker. see how that feels." his laughter shut off like a lightswitch. he turned from kind to badass in a second. his glaze shook seongtae's bones to bring up his inn even though it's been burned down two times already. his fingers slipped to the waist of the sword like he's going to stab him at any second. "a-ayo chill, it's a j-joke. don't take it offensively, jaha."

"Take it back right now. don't target my inn." At a full flash of a fire blow out of candle. seongtae's back has been pushed to a wall as he's trapped in a position. he can't move at all. since seongtae's strength is nothing but a polygon to jaha's strength. 1- point for differences. their faces were so close to each other that even their eye colors started to gleam like a sunset. trivial red to red hot pink red (based on jaha's eye color) to seongtae's light gold eyes. his breath exhaled to clear off his attitude to their unexpected closeup. "I don't want to deal with more fuckers that think its ok to burn down my inn just because I was a errand boy. I do not want to deal with that anymore. I got truama, ok?" his head bopped up and down to his share of having truama about his inn. seongtae cha definitely understands him. But it's something about this that makes seongtae want to be close with him.

The crave to want to kiss his lips is rising up on his mind right now. Even jaha was being silent about it if their minds merged within each other. like a cosmic dying star colliding with a new one to regain some life force.

His legs gave it to the floor. but jaha acted quickly, for he grabbed a chunk of his royal silk only to just throw him back to his border of his lips. being so close as to completely emerge himself to his cunning attitude. "You must see that I'm threatening you as the mad demon. we are demons of our own. don't fuck with me seongtae." blinking to pat off some of his anger to him. but he did an action that would leave the great seongtae cha in a state of shock, surprise, and scarce undying lust for the virulent insanity of his general personality, only to be shattered by the definition of normality.

jaha's lips stuck himself against his, overbearing his taste in hopes of charisma sparking in the mind of the plum blossom pavilion manager. seongtae pressed himself on him like a sticker on free wet wood. just slowly pulling his self-worth and love into it as if jaha begged for it to be thrown in the fire. until his mouth begun to do a sound banging in the walls like a cave.

he struck a little moan as he tilted his head down to press his lips onto his more. he pushed his body up to dominate him in such a way that would even make a military brute shit their pants to handle in this. jaha's hand slowly slid down with his finger asserting possession to his skin. "Why is he being like this now?" seongtae thought in his head before he opened his eyes to see such a sight never to be seen in his life.

Only to see jaha completely hot with a shade of dark blush taming the skin of his face down to sit, his hair nearly done as his tie is hanging on for dear life support and his hand wanting to get access to the insides of his pants. and then he did.

sensually sliding his hand down to seongtae cha's short but lustrous cock wanting to crave human touch since he been doing that just now. the golden eyes of seongtae rolled back to his touch and just gave in to the mad demon's sensual unexpected craving. even a little droplet of pre-cum started to leak from its tip. the palm of jaha's hand adjusted to what his pleasure is going to do. jacking him off while his other hand closed up his way to break out of this.

This is a luxury to him. Especially getting jacked off by the same asshole that threw a table full of food at some men and stomped on them out of anger. pampering him with his seductively aggressive mood to his inn and teasing seongtae a bit. Isn't it funny to see such a serious man do this? his breathing turned shaky, his body is shaking too to jaha's sudden rapid hand movement to his sensitive cock. but he continued to kiss him much harder than before to shut up and take the estacy to rise.

That was...quick.

jaha quickly flings out his hand to see a white liquid ooze from the skin of his finger. it coated his hand a bit since it stinks. his fingers played with it to see how much it can be used for delectable things in his order. he discarded himself from their unbearably long make-out session as jaha's hair bounced and flinged back to his longing estacy to seongtae sudden lustful side to the mad demon "fuck me please. I want my self worth to be restored..please fuck me down.'' he glanced at his face like his confidence been bombed into flames but wants to be destroyed in a way that is....way different instead of indulging himself to his own riches to be happy about what he wants. if seongtae wants to be included in something. Then he has to. jaha tore the clothes into pieces.

to see his skim chest and his slim white banshee looking body to scan in the hell that is jaha's eyes. he rose his head down to lay small timid kisses on his abs to mark more of his possession on him. to let his subordinates know that the manager of ilyang is know his property. but he did something else.

he slowly slid his pants down, but as soon as he did that. He shoved him back just so that his face could be in the riverside of the wall and that he's forced to be an obedient pet and raise his ass up. jaha stuck his fat cock out to let its vibrant scent wither his nose to let him know that he's about to give his request granted. The stinky scent of his cum...their make-out session, jaha jacking him off.. this is a paradise to his mind. but he flinched when he felt it arrive to the insides of his anal. He didn't waste no time.

thrusting right in, seongtae's mouth bled moans.

Someone came right in the middle of this.

It's a random assassin with a knife balmed with the name: "Dark faction." On it.

He let go of seongtae in an odd manner when he took one glance at this random bastard that interrupted their time as technically a couple. now he's mad about it enough to have blood gushing through his veins violently. 2-point for pissing me off.

"....what should we do? I knew my sounds were gonna catch the wrong kind of attention." At an action. he flunged a random shattered glass at the guy, and he succeeded in stabbing him in the head. having a sprinkle of blood full in the halls of the golden dragon palace. but he's glad that nobody is in the palace to see this.

"Ah-"

"Jaha. Are you ok?" his chin raised up to jaha's ridiculous handsome face, touching the border of it. "We will deal with this later."

(Here you go, guys. man kinda feels like I got upgraded somehow. (Even though I feel like I'm constantly ignored by people ah-) but hope you enjoy it.)

[thatrandomartistjavi]

please explain the plot of wonderland the musical to me. I could look it up but it's gonna be way more fun to have you explain it.

Ok Im gonna try my best njgbjgbjgjbh

So it basically follows an adult Alice who's just having A Time. She's dealing with a failing marriage, she has no time for her daughter, she's trying to become an author and failing because her children's book was apparently way too depressing, she's a teacher(which we all know how well that pays), and just overall struggling with depression that she got from implied dead mom and having to become a mother to her three little brothers at an incredibly young age. Her and Chloe(her daughter) move in to her mother in law's apartment to have some space from her husband, and she hits her head on a broken service elevator

Alice tries to sleep it off but Rabbit appears out of fucking nowhere to get her ass out of bed, and she follows him thinking he's like a science project Chloe was working. He leads her to that same broken service elevator that now works and takes her to Wonderland. After a sea of Alices and some drinking, she meets her first ally, the Caterpillar. He obviously sings about how Alice needs to find out who she really is and that maybe her figuring her shit out might help them with their shit.

In comes the best character of all time, El Gato, who enters being invisble tho it turns out that he actually lost that ability way back when but everybody is too pussy to tell him. After Caterpillar rage quits from his little convo with Gato, Gato tries to get Alice to relax and take it easy and that trying to control every bit of your life is gonna backfire cause life doesn't work that way. He's also the only character in his solo song that mentions finding your inner child which you would think would be brought up again since that's kinda of a big theme in this musical, but I'm sad to report that after this song Gato and Caterpillar don't do much other than like support sometimes. Which is a shame cause not only would the show not work as well in my opinion without their presence but because also Gato is the best character to exist ever.

After the song, Alice and Gato find Rabbit who talks about feeling like there's smth evil happening in Wonderland and after a cry of wondering whether there's anyone that can save them, Jack the White Knight appears to offer his service. He's dissatisfied after hearing that Alice just wants help getting home and not that she needs help with a dragon or smth. After the animals leave, Alice opens up to Jack about how helpless she feels with the Everything that's happening which gets Jack to actually help her get home to her daughter. They go to the Tea Party where Morris the Goth Hare is hosting to introduce the new Hatter of the Tea Party. Alice gets a special seat as Morris tells her that Hatter would like to meet her after her song.

So we get introduced to our actual antagonist, a Hatter who is a woman around Alice's age with long curly hair in contrast to Alice's short curly hair. After Hatter monologues about flowers wilting and how that allows new flowers to replace them, she reads Alice's tea leaves where she basically recites all the horrible things that Alice thinks about herself. Before it can escalate any further, the Queen of Hearts makes a surprise appearance. Even tho Hatter makes it very clear in her song that she wants to overthrow her, she's actually the Queen's second in command

Hatter however is threatened by how easliy Alice could trick the Queen into not executing her by saying that she has a new kingdom called Queens to give to the Queen. Morris trying to cheer up his girlfriend business partner tells her that he has a plan to mess with Alice. After the Queen leaves, Alice is now more motivated than ever to get the fuck out and asks Rabbit how to get out because he's the reason why she's here. Rabbit says they need to find the service elevator and Jack, Caterpillar, Gato, and reluctantly Rabbit offer to not stop until they find that service elevator. Alice is left alone, where she sings about wanting to go home which gets joined in by Chloe wishing that things could just go back to normal.

Her wish Does Not come true as Morris and Hatter come in to enact their plan of kidnapping a child to get Alice to come to their domain of Looking-Glass World(which Hatter basically colonized and is now an industrial nightmare). Chloe does go with them with the promise of them being able to fix her parents' marriage and also gets to drive Hatter's tank. Everyone sans Rabbit report that they could not find the service elevator even after looking everywhere. That is everywhere but the Land of the Looking-Glass which Alice wants to go to next but gets warned not to because Hatter kinda strips people of their free will and turns them into soldiers if they even are one inch near the Looking Glass. Rabbit comes with the news that Hatter and Morris kidnapped Chloe and this gets everyone to change their mind and go through the Looking Glass(woah guys that's the name of the book/song)

That's the end of Act 1. Act 2 will hopefully be shorter to describe tho Act 2 is a hot mess in terms of pacing. That's very important to note if this does somehow make you interested in checking it out.

Anyways Act 2 starts with Hatter singing about how she's gonna destroy the Queen and Alice(especially Alice). She also locks Chloe and her guards capture Jack, Caterpillar, and Gato(yes all three). Jack asks why she hates Alice and she kinda gives him a non answer where she talks about how two chess pieces cannot reside on the same square, and then sends them off to the dungeon to await their execution.

Alice and Rabbit find a hidden pathway with a door. During this conversation, Rabbit reveals that his watch can actually turn back which is great cause he can go get himself captured, reverse the soldiers to when they had free will, and be able to free their friends. They also try to unlock the door with Alice noting the door has the theatre masks of comedy and tragedy which gets them the word theatrical which also conviently spells her and Hatter's name tho with the e switching from name to name as only one can have it at a time. This opens the door and Rabbit runs to go get himself captured.

Alice goes through the door where she finds a Victorian gentleman who is actually Lewis Carroll(more like the memory of Lewis Carroll). He asks whether she's a writer too and she says that that dream kinda died today but he's like Noooooo there's still time and sings about reconnecting with your inner child(and subsequently your inner dreamer) and inventing oneself through remembering who you used to be. During this, Hatter gets Queen to sign the execution papers of the main gang(since she's the only one that can order such a thing) with one wildcard slot(which is secretly for her). Carroll then takes Alice to figure smth else out and leads her to a little girl. She at first thinks its her daughter but then realizes that its actually her younger self. This inspires Alice to remember her childhood and how good it felt being able to see wonder and magic in the ordinary. Young Alice leaves since Alice still needs to find their daughter and Alice tells her not to grow up so fast.

We FINALLY get back to the others as they are in jail. Rabbit gets thrown in jail announcing to his friends that he'll save them with his watch before realizing that he gave his watch to Morris. They get temporarily released from the cell to wait for Morris to get his axe and hatch a plan to get the watch and also break Alice out of jail cause she was captured shortly after her interaction with mini Alice. Rabbit doesnt wanna because hes a little scaredy cat, but with Jack's boy band bravado, gets him to be brave for once and are able to get their plan to work. Morris very suddenly has a change of heart and gives them the papers for the execution paper where Hatter wrote the Queen in the wildcard slot.

The others sans Jack leave for Alice to confront Hatter about her daughter. This is where Hatter reveals the thing thats been endlessly foreshadowed, that Hatter is actually Alice's reflection. More specifically that due to Alice not coming to Wonderland due to implied dead mom, all of her negative emotions and hurt feelings manifested so strongly that Wonderland crafted a whole fucking being(that being being Hatter). Because of this, anytime Alice feels hurt or sad or angry, those emotions also transfer to Hatter which is why she's concluded to kill her to be able to become her own person. Alice tells her that she feels bad for her which Hatter replies that she shouldn't as shes everything Alice hoped to be, which gets Alice to shoot back that even tho she's had her ups and downs that she's happy of who she's become.

In comes the Queen where Alice and Jack reveal to her that Hatter was actually gonna kill which has the Queen decide to banish Hatter to the Land Under Wonderland, but Alice wants to give Hatter another chance and offers Hatter to come home to her. Hatter accepts it, and takes Alice's hand but SHOCK it was actually a trick!!! Before Hatter can kill her, Jack saves Alice and tells the Queen to banish them which she does. Gato and Caterpillar get there in the nick of time for Gato to lunge himself towards Alice and get her away from the hole. Alice is devastated as her and Jack had a little romance and asks if they can bring him back which they cannot. But Rabbit cheers her up by finally FINALLY reuniting her with Chloe.

The guys tell her that Alice found what she was looking for and that she has to go but to not be sad because Wonderland is within her and therefore that they'll always be alongside her no matter what. This gets Alice to wake up and find that her husband, Jack(making the White Knight her mind's manifestation of her husband) at the apartment to bring Chloe's favorite doll tho in actuality he's here cause he couldn't stand thinking about them being alone without him. Alice, realizing that shes kinda been taking him for granted but also that her brain was making him out to be worse than he actually was, decides that she doesnt want to split with Jack and start mending their relationship. Chloe is obviously very happy about this and to avoid having to tolerate his mom's cooking, offers to go out and buy pizza as celebration. Alice however stays behind for a bit to write down a better ending for her book, inspired by her trip to Wonderland.

[antlerhorror]

i'm going to info dump about this and maybe nobody will see it! but this story means so MUCH to me.

imagine you're in the grishaverse okay, you have shadow summoner and sun summoner and holy shit those are teenage criminals that collapse an entire government system because they want money, isn't that incredible? the whole world is a mess, this is true, but what about ... the ocean? who's crossing the seas and making that, too, a laborious task for anyone minding their own business? we already know pirates are a vaugly established group in the universe; everyone insists on calling nikolai one when he presents as sturmond. so where exactly are these pirates?

here enters the ocean's disgrace, a renowned crew of cut throats and criminals who scour the seas for plunder, particularly with the ravkan navy because fuck those guys, am i right? led by imani oakfor, queen of the seas (penned by @riverstyxsarts), this band of pirates is both comic relief when you need it and a look into the lives of characters we don't usually see in the shadow and bone setting. they're different.

imani oakfor, transwoman pirate captain of the ocean's disgrace and renowned for her ferocity and her cruelty ... with enemies, that is.

bones, a disgraced fjerdan who insists he's too old for work and has an infinity for incredibly bad romantic novellas ‐ and he can't even read.

hawk-eye, son of ambassadors turned pirate and imani's lover. once thought to be dead for years, he now makes it a point to be a cocky bastard.

kenji yào, autistic map-maker and bathtime extraordinaire. he's a squaller who's afraid of birds - no, seriously, he is. petrified of them, really. currently dating hare and another member of the crew.

hare hamilton, the quickest thief on the seas. just a young boy from the wandering isles who made due to survive and got a mother figure out of it somehow; imani might as well be his mom for how well he treats him.

fleur meijer, a runaway from the navy after she realized just how bigoted those assholes are. certified woman lover with a heart of gold and courage like no other.

and so many more characters. you don't quite understand how honored i am to write a story with someone so so talented and make entire worlds out of something that im passionate about. these guys invade my brain more than the canon cast of shadow and bone do! i know this was a bit of a doozy but let me know if you want to know more. it's my special interest at this point <3

[heirbane]

Stjarna wants to know, and of course, with honesty, how it felt to crawl out of the Praetorium, barely alive, what kept Gaius alive in those moments.

It is not something he consciously remembers. Like a word out of a reach, a thought once recalled but unavailable, the aftermath of his fall from grace exists - but not for him.

Valdeaulin does. It is the Duskwight's recollection that Gaius has memorized: the image of a corpse shambling from the rubble, helm shattered, body contorted in such a way that he believes the man to be but a twisted flame. But he lived, carrying himself on his own two feet.

Gaius van Baelsar hadn't died when Agrius fell; but to most, he did die in Praetorium.

The men scarcely had escaped the fire when the Legatus collapsed. Valdeaulin attempted to drag the man away from the rubble, but found the armored bastard to be too heavy for him alone: and there were too many around, clinging to life themselves. He would not rely on their dying delirium. If any of Gaius' soldiers caught him with their officer, Valdeaulin feared he would be followed and killed, too.

He ripped off layers of metal, hot and smoking. Gauntlets, their magitek communicators shattered, were thrown into the abyssal chasm left behind by Ultima. There was little left in terms of under armor on Gaius: the flames of death had burned so fiercely that it melted most of the ceruleum polymer.

By the time Gaius was in a state that could be removed from resting place of their soldiers, Valdeaulin had, well and truly, believed him to be dead. The corpse would still be a trophy the Garleans would search for, and the Duskwight had nothing to lose. If he could not have the man's life, he thought, his head was a suitable alternative.

Gaius' first waking memory was of a shack outside of Thanalan. The smell of sick and sweat had bile in his throat. For but a moment, he thought he had awoken alone, the early morning still quiet and calm.

The false hope did not last long. He heard whispering pleads, a hissed order, and then traction on his leg. No alchemical concoctions would have silenced the sound that burst forth from his lungs, ragged and burning from smoke inhalation, before he returned to his fitful haze of being.

Valdeaulin never told him who he had threatened. He never shared who the medics were that came and went, supplementing the Gridanian's own conjury, or if they had been alive to go at all: but the elezen was not the only one tending to him, that much was certain.

Maybe his suffering - those gasping, conscious moments when he awoke in agony, when bone was set and burns re-dressed - was deserved. Maybe this was to be his lot in life. He had spat upon Hydaelyn for over half a century: to be greeted by a roiling, furious mockery of the aetherial sea would be suitable for him. He would drown in the water just as he had suffocated in the flames, never greeting death and being allowed to slip under the tide.

But those blinks became more. He would surface, the sound of his own voice foreign and wrong. He would hear Valdeaulin's pacing, his mumbling. He would feel the sting of a blade upon his skin, the pinprick promise that he lived yet.

And, eventually, he would muddle his way to his thoughts. If he had died, he thought, his savior would not be afoot. If he had died, he would no longer feel the throb of broken bone nor the horrific itch of new skin.

Death was peaceful. Living was not. And so he had to still be alive, grasping at the edges of existence between one potion and the next.

Valdeaulin would state it took the fallen hero nigh two full moons to even begin to return. Gaius felt as if it took autumn and winter and further before his body felt livable and consciousness as if it were not a damnation.

(Valdeaulin had doubted he remembered any of it, he would say, until the night he roasted a hare, the smoke curling into their cabin, the smell of melting flesh and heated entrails enough to have Gaius finally - finally - on his feet, upheaving in a sound half-sob and half-fury.

He did remember.)

[hareofhrair]

you can either answer this in charecter or not

boom, you wake up one day on a sandy ass bitch ala castaway, before you can start doing what the british assumed to be inevitable and start worshiping a pigs head you found, you see a god damn sea gull in a lil hat with a newspaper and map! oh shit, you just got fucking isekaied to the one peice world!

the question here is this: what do you do?

what devil fruit would you go for?

would you be a pirate or join the marines? hell, maybe even go and be a fucking revolutionary?

feel free to make any assumptions you want about your circumstances.

"Well, lets go ahead and assume the island I landed on is some kinda devil fruit orchard with every available kind growin, and someone's even labeled em all helpful like so I can peruse and choose one at my leisure. Because let's be honest, otherwise I'm just eatin tha first fruit I run across, I ain't that picky. But assumin it was actually convenient ta have a choice... I'd choose the Mythological Zoan fruit Usa Usa no Mi model Jade Hare. Which is one that hasn't been discovered yet on account of it's new. The old man that grows the devil fruits on this orchard island was experimentin or somethin. It turns me into a rabbit person, makes me fast as lightenin' with legs that can jump straight to tha moon. It also gives me tha ability ta harmlessly break off parts of my body and turn em into food and they'll just grow back after a lil while. And probably some other neat things I figure out later, on account of it's a god fruit after all. If I can choose any fruit, why not go for the best?

As for what I'd do after I eat the fruit, well, I aint interested in bein a pirate. Treasure's nice but I don't care fer fightin. I'd prolly just wander around gettin inta trouble and stealin stuff, havin adventures and such like. Playin music, maybe do a little smugglin. Basically what I do already, cept I'd be even harder ta catch and I'd never have ta pass by anyone hungry without offerin em somethin'.

Check out my one piece 'sona."