#resting cat mouth

[hjonko]

PT.2

They’re like this to me

Alternatively

[sysig]

*You’re starting to feel very sleepy... (Patreon)

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Saphira yawning by Tambako The Jaguar Via Flickr:

[ganymedesclock]

So that #Syrin the Dread Blade tag, thats a new one. Seems like a interesting character, a sentient sword, how did Tyler happen upon them? What does the sword look like, and does it have any special magical abilities? How do they like the other members of the party? Do they actually speak or do they have a telepathic voice?

Technically it's just a tagging misconception; I haven't tagged Syrin reliably before because his nature as a sword does mean he's kind of attached to Taylor. But he is his own dude!

A short primer: magic items in this setting tend towards a level of awareness. Magic is essentially what souls are made of, ergo, if you stuff enough magic in anything, it starts to have a soul, and behaves accordingly. Entities as fully developed and chatty as Syrin are rare; far more common is that magic items tend to feel just a little bit haunted, inclined towards some things and away from others. It's a bit creepy if you're not used to it; enchantments are commonplace and widely accessible, so that 'not being used to it' is more a statement on if the individual is used to handling a particular thing.

Syrin himself is the ostensible opus of the previous Lord of Darkness, a Dark Sword that was meant to contest and cancel out the legendary sword of light wielded by the hero. Ostensibly, because for unknown reasons Syrin was left in storage the eve of the fateful battle. Being groomed exclusively for this purpose by someone he regarded as a father and then abandoned for ten years definitely wasn't traumatic or terrifying for someone with the cognitive level of a child, we promise. Especially since Syrin needs to eat.

Syrin's construction, and what leads Taylor to point out he's a bit like a 'needle', is a crystal-bladed thrusting sword with a hollow core. Despite its delicate looks, the blade is actually both quite sharp and highly durable; the thin tube at the center being essentially his mouth, by which he is supposed to drink blood. His victims', if he can get it, or, failing that, magically drawn from his host. As a result his blade itself ranges from grayish translucence to dark red if he's gorged to fullness.

From there, he has the power to generate and shape a kind of magical flesh, allowing him to weave more elaborate forms around his core body, the sword.

As you can guess, this gives Syrin a somewhat unpleasant and brutish first impression on people, as he has no verbal filters, was raised by a would-be conqueror of the world, and is dependent on blood and thus interested in more fights than not. I've described him before as like a preteen on xbox live who talks up a nasty game mostly out of loneliness and a need to be liked, where you can tell the kid themselves is not as bad as the people who taught them all those words and that they were "funny".

Deep down (and not all that deep, like I said, no filters), Syrin is a vulnerable child who was groomed to do violence and got no experience with it until strangers came to loot the dangerous ruins he was held in, at which point he did what you'd expect a strong but sheltered child to do faced with a home intruder, and killed/devoured that individual in a panic. His first kill being no glorious conflict or victory approved by his father, but essentially a desperate scramble in the dark with himself on the edge of fatal starvation messed him up even more than ten years of silence.

Enter Taylor and party, who happen to pass through those same environments. Syrin makes an attempt to body-snatch Taylor that fails due to the latter's particular properties, and Taylor, being both a good-hearted person and a stubborn busybody, feels obligated to bring this chatterbox with them and attempt to bully him into developing some sense of tact while Syrin attempts to Corrupt His New Wielder To Violence.

This doesn't work because Syrin has no real ideas how to go about corrupting someone besides loudly telling them to stab things more, while Taylor is an apprentice surgeon and mortician who is a lot more desensitized to bodies and their workings such that if they have a weapon, they'll at least consider it as a solution to most problems. So the punchline is that Syrin is more often thrown/flabbergasted by Taylor than vice versa, while the latter just sees him as a sort of annoying kid who's easily talked into almost anything as long as you compliment him first.

[abutterflyobsession]

how it started

how it's going

[seventh-district]

sighs and collapses and disintegrates into the wind

[zootoo]

Pulling on the meat by Tambako The Jaguar Via Flickr: One of the lionesses eating a big chunk of meat!

[exile-on-uwustreet]

my parents cat got really sick so they took him, barely conscious and half-dead, to the vet for an emergency visit. where he was promptly revived and proceeded to maul both my parents and all the staff

[lorelune]

i am in. such a MOOD 😭

[feynavaley]

A sentence that can turn a peaceful dinner into a warzone within seconds: "Uh... I just saw a rat darting in. I think it's under our table right now."

Which meant that a cheerful conversation turned in: screams, two people teleporting to stand on their chairs, everybody else with their feet tucked on their seats (we were all wearing sandals so we were essentially barefooted. Personally, I'm not particularly afraid of rats but I wouldn't fancy touching one either...) and an army of waitresses rushing in brandishing brooms at the screams of "Close the kitchen's door! Don't let it escape!!"

End result: in spite of the rat's valiant efforts (it tried to climb the wall and at one point literally flew over the room, I didn't know it could do that) it was ultimately felled by the waitresses' brooms. RIP.

[thatpunnyperson]

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[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Sadegh looking cute by Tambako The Jaguar Via Flickr:

[averagemrfox]

Adopted this dude today. I’m naming him Vulcan - not for the Star Trek reference but for the Roman god lol

[wolvndmouth]

heavily thirsting and foaming at the mouth for wade winston wilson on this fine wednesday morning

Wade in casual wear

[jodjuya]

Struggling girldad. No idea how to properly take care of her long hair. It's matting up into full on dreadlocks. Google for advice and find nothing but ludicrously intense hair care routines. All of them recommend buying silk pillowcases. Y'all are out of your fucking minds with that recommendation. I can't even. This kid is still clinging onto using sippy cups for christ's sake. Silk pillowcases. Jesus fuck almighty. Is it possible to have long hair without it getting knotted to all fuck without having these, quite frankly, fucking insane care requirements that all the coquette bloggers are yammering on about?? Surely there are normal people out there with long hair who are fine and normal about it and don't have All Knots All The Time without having to have their entire personality and way of life based around hair care?? It's not even that long: barely past her shoulders. But even at this length it's permanently knotted to shit because neither of us know how to take care of it properly. Just plain old straight, fine, basic white-girl hair. No waviness or texture or curls to complicate things. How do I learn this stuff?? Where are the guides that are chill and normal and not written by Very Intense Haircare Fanatics????? 😭

[emmyrosee]

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”