#slug hound

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Mira, what would you do if a slug get attack by a slughound, or more specific the slug get stepped on by a slughound?

Mira holds her arms and looks a mix of sad and scared. "I would do what I can to aid the slug back to health. The slug hounds are doing as they were bred to do... which is a terrifying thought. I... I do not like slug hounds."

[a-sad-mage]

Ghoul Hound

TW: blood, but it's just a lil' bit

In chapter two of Champions of the West, I create a Ghoul Hound, a Slug Hound that has been turned with Dark Water.

I know is doesn't look like a regular Slug Hound but that's the point. Dark Water physically alters things, distorts them, and even adds a few thing. Slug Hounds are already capable predators, I feel like Dark Water would just make a Slug Hound, bigger and more slender like a wolf to better hunt.

I don't normally draw dogs so I'm happy with how this turned out :)

The lovely doggy models are a Irish Wolfhound and Scottish Deerhound. They are one of the largest dog breeds and it typically used by hunters.

Like all dogs they are sweet, loyal, and just beautiful.

Remember, there is no such thing as a 'bad dog' , just bad dog owners.

[hopskippen]

Some diff vers of a sticker I'm tryna make for my water bottle :3 idk which one to pick lmao

[raurquiz]

#otd #transformers #ageofextintion #autobot #evasion #optimusprime #bumblebee #drift #hound #crosshairs #rollbar #sideswipe #dinobot #blackknight #grimlock #slog #slug #strafe #scorn #decepticon #vehicon #actionfigures @Hasbro @takaratomytoys

[airitree]

BEAST LETTERS (Creature designs for my lettering class)

F: Rooster Deer Snake

U: Stoat Fish

S: Clam Slug Hound

E: Polar Bear Seal Human

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[Feel free to send me more weird chimera ideas]

[nyxi-pixie]

And power, Dazai knows, is an odd thing for the slug. He likes it, he’s good with it. But it leaves him lonely. That’s what happens when you’re ungrounded. Able to go up and up and up, unbound by gravity. But above, where no one else can follow, all you’ll find is solitude. How ironic for Dazai’s isolating ability to bring him down, away from that, and back to him.

Or, a study in power, the tendency to dehumanise it, and one guy who is just really really weird about it

OR, skk post corruption porn. come get your food <33

for @booksandpaperss

[salternateunreality2]

Zakkura fluff please? 🥺

Henlo Pumpkin! ❤️🍊❤️ Zakkura fluff (and some angst at the end):

Literally:

Genesis, vigorously using a lint roller on his person: I don't know how I can stand to be around you two!

Cloud, leaning back into Zack's chest, hugging Zack's arms: You're jealous of our relationship?

Zack: You wish you had a hot Nibel boyfriend? *Smooches*

Cloud, mumbling around the kiss: You can't stand the sight of healthy displays of affection and warm honesty?

Zack, nuzzling Cloud's hair: You're worried about how to finally confess your feelings to Sephiroth?

Genesis: IT'S YOUR FUCKING SHEDDING, YOU INSUFFERABLE HOUNDS! I CAN WEAR NEITHER DARK NOR LIGHT COLORS, AS EACH OF YOUR VAPID HEADS INVARIABLY SHEDS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I CHOOSE! *Sets fire to the lint roller, throws it at them, and storms off*

Cloud: *casually freezes it before it hits Zack* Jealousy. Wanna make out?

Zack: YES!

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Figuratively:

Zack waking up at fuck off in the morning, but being so, so careful not to move and disturb his exhausted Cloudy. Until he really really REALLY has to pee, then playing the mission impossible theme song in his head while slowly and carefully extracting himself.

Cloud being too shy to say he's fallen for Zack, but leaving him weird little presents everywhere: a grocery bag with two of his precious cookies from Claudia tied to Zack's apartment door handle, a wolf-shaped rock on his desk, a little woven charm smuggled into his pocket, a rose ring made from a twisty tie on his sword, Nibel leather shoelaces threaded through his boots...

Zack pretending not to notice Cloud limping and forcing down every impulse to sweep him off his feet, because that's what Zack wants, not what Cloud needs.

Cloud noticing Zack limping, shoving him onto a bench, treating his leg, and ordering him to lean on him until they get home.

Zack carrying Cloud when he's out of it, even as his arms ache and burn, his patience has long since worn thin, and he hasn't had a full meal in 4 years. He is still as gentle as the first time he kissed Cloud's hand in the dim stairwell, the faulty lighting masking both their blooming blushes.

Cloud charging past Zack's broken body, scared shitless, towards a foe neither of them could hope to match, fighting and winning anyway, because he HAS to, because it's ZACK back there, he HAS TO SAVE HIM.

Zack and Cloud stumbling up to a crumbling church, dripping blood and barely coherent, slamming the doors open with a bang and demanding she take care of him first, before passing out arm-in-arm.

Zack teaching her Cloud's PT exercises for the days Zack is too weak to help and Cloud is too addled to be present. Cloud showing her where every damn bullet went and holding Zack steady as she digs each remaining slug out.

Both of them sleeping with their hand over the other's heart.

[bri-cheeses]

Barty was invited to the Slug Club in fifth year, because of who his father was and his position in the ministry. Evan was invited in fifth year, too, because Slughorn walked in on a dueling lesson and saw Evan’s talent and immediately wanted him to join.

Barty hated it, hated all the fake pleasantries, hated Slughorn and his constant kissing up, hated that he was forced to go by his dad and couldn’t skip out on the meetings. So he resolved to get kicked out. Finally, after many, many incidents, he manages it. (The heist itself involved 40 squirrels, a lot of spelled acorns, open windows, scattered birdseed, and several charms to lock the doors and windows once he deemed it necessary. Which then resulted in everyone in the meeting to be locked in with rabid squirrels and birds running all over the place).

Evan had tolerated the meetings up until that point, but once Barty was kicked out, he immediately quit. The constant hounding by Slughorn was almost enough to get him to join again, but every time Slughorn opened his mouth to say something about it, Evan remembered the way Barty had smiled that night Evan had walked into their dorm and announced that he had quit. And that memory alone was more than enough to convince Evan that it was worth it.

[emptyjunior]

I'm rewatching Starstruck in the break, can I say I DESPERATELY would have loved to have seen this intergalactic chase across the stars from the Other Side😭

Like okay, campaign where you're a crew of kooky spacers on the run, classic, fun, oh the adventures we had.., can you Imagine what this story would have been like from the pursuers side? From Lucienne and UFTP?

You're Lucienne and you just got SCREWED on the corporate ladder and are already dealing with some rich trust fund kid DYING yet also leaving you in Charge of an insane company.

And during that you find out oh my god the world might be destroyed?? And there's a Princeps who has a super special computer that will decide the fate of the universe? So you stash them away to keep them safe and go back to covering up the murder you might be to blame for, because universe destroying computer is like priority TWO right now.

And then you find out?? Your ex lover friend has become a pirate???! And has STOLEN the princeps??! AND THE WORLD ENDING COMPUTER??! And quit??! And posted Nudes to the world??! And they look amazing?

So okay okay new priority is FIND THEM right NOW so you send all the resources in the world to go snatch them up which should be easy enough because you've seen them run, they're literally a weak and flailing office worker in a pencil skirt.

Welp! Next report comes in and they exploded a building with sex putty??? And decimated a fleet of the best fighters you can hire? And had time to go to a dogshow in between???

Fine, okay, it's fine because you KNOW they'll slip up again and they do! They show up,,., in a live stream? Partying with the ceo of space uber?? In a casino? That they just OPENED? WHILE THEY'RE ON THE RUN?!

So you go to that planet and go to contact the sheriff and his Head is on a Fucking Spike because your Friend absolutely wasted him? And kicked every police officer out of town so the whole town could go super super hard for space burning man?

And have escaped Again.

So now you're in some kind of room with like 20 screens and probably two blackberries in each hand, going full manhunt. Face recognition software, algorithms, zooming in on photos and yelling Enhance.

And you find them! And they👏 are👏 at👏 Disneyland👏! What! The! Fuck!

You send your best guys again! (And also??! These 'best guys' maybe have a space slug in their skull that's going to end the world! Can't even focus on that rn!). And then when they get back, happy and proud they show you the Princeps that they've captured and it's god damned thin air! Because it was a hologram and this dumb sonuva bitch is zonked out of his mind from a fish psychic. Great, of course. Of Course.

You're being hounded by your company, you still don't know where your 'dead fiance' is, you're running out of time. How are you ever going to find them- You check your phone they are doing a hunger games at Las Vegas. And a rival company has made them influencers. And they're famous.

Of course.

But you do pull it off in the end! You get them! You imprison them! And their one fatal flaw? They decided to reunite one of their crew members with their birth mother while being wanted criminals.

So that's the chase you got them (they escape again of course they escape, and the birth mother turns out to be a Hell of a business woman and maybe just did a masterful corporate maneuver on you.)

And it's so important to know that this entire time you've been chasing a Big Hot Dog.

[yanderenightmare]

horny kirishima with no limits, he's sitting on your face with his balls taint and ass, fucking your tits while slurping you're slit >-< meanwhile you're tied up and just have to take it all :(

BNHA ! THIRST

Kirishima Eijirou x darling

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, yandere, rimming, bondage, threats, pussy slapping, forced orgasm, big-tit reader, toys

He thinks it's sweet getting a nice wet rim when he titfucks your soft fatty tits – pulling and pinching on your sore, swollen nipples while sliding his veiny meat between their plush – eagerly pushing back into your mouth, feeling your pink kiss his.

He likes to tie your mounds up so they hug each other tightly – rope pulled like a noose around them so hard they bulge for him – wrangled together so snug they swell and become all extra sensitive so when he rings your nipples with rough fingertips, you shiver under the touch and moan all desperately. So tight it’s even tighter than your cunt when he presses his cock through them. 

He squeezes them like he’s trying to make something within them pop, one greedy paw on each, fucking the tight space between them while rocking back with his ass on your face – your head propped up with a pillow, perfectly angled to receive his hole with your tongue.

Slapping your cunt when you refuse – telling you to be his good baby and slurp him loudly – telling you to stop being so shy and munch on him louder so he can hear how enthusiastic you are.

He smacks your cunt without mercy, making it sore and throbbing, along with the tender insides of your thighs – whipping them so hard your flesh welts under the harsh lashing, bleeding with purple until you finally learn how to enjoy yourself. Mouth wide open and tongue out to receive him, welcoming him with a pretty moan and a deep lick each time he rides back against you.

In the end, he stops fucking your titties and opts for just sitting on your wet face. Slugging over you, he slurps your abused clit with tongue and teeth, telling you he's going to have fun fucking your sopping pussy, but only if you're sweet enough to squirt in his mouth like a dirty little slut first. And that if you don’t give him the taste his tongue yearns for, he's not only going to lap and pinch your clit, but stuff your cunt with a thick tremoring egg and sit on your little face until you do.

Of course, it’s never just a threat, and soon he’s pushing the round tip between your folds until it's fully nestled inside you. Smiling while sucking your clit, chuckling some at how your hips jutter involuntarily at the feel of it coming – telling you you're so cute for resisting while his cock leaks precum onto your tits with the feel of your little wet moans tickling his rim.

Pulling out the egg after finally getting his will, he sucks both you and it clean while your little hole flutters in wait for him. He chuckles softly at the messy wet sight before skewering the bulb into your ass and turning the vibrations back on. 

He gets off your flushed face, licking the insides of your mouth in a devouring tongue kiss as he plunges his needy cock all the way inside to the hilt in one fell swoop hitting your cervix so hard you scream.

Sobbing open-mouthed, you receive all the spit and filthy words he pours onto your tongue while fucking your cunt fast and mercilessly – his groans nothing short of animalistic at the feel of the shivering egg in your ass, making everything tense and tighter.

His hands back on your tits, kneading them until they throb while pounding you like he’s a hound in his rut – sharply stabbing and only coming to a halt once he’s pumped a thick load into your womb – hips stuttering against you – breaths wasted and shuddering as he licks your face, pinching and pulling on your poor nips, completely lost in how good it makes you squeeze him in return until he’s finally dumped all his cream inside your flutter.

tip-jar: Kofi

[according2thelore]

LITERALLY that "dad I'm gay and stronger than you" post had me like ..! my friend and I have been screaming for A Week Straight about the concept of Actual Child Monarch boykingofhell!Sam manifesting his powers early on and just. he and Dean figuring this is probably just another one of those Things We Don't Tell Dad. like, Sam who always knows where the radar traps will be on the interstate, and Sam jedi-whammying the motel clerk into forgetting their overdue payments... John flipping his absolute shit when he finds out; Sam being like "you can't stop me" and John being like "... You're /twelve/, yes, I can" and Sam being like "uh. you're just a guy, dad. I have all of hell at my disposal. do your worst, I guess???" John figuring that if he can't exorcize the hell outta Sam, he can at least make sure Sam can't get out of hell; telling Dean that he really tried but that the demonic forces killed Sam before John could save him; smash cut to early-20s Dean in his first year of solo hunting encountering a crossroads case, where the vics freak out anytime they're alone with him because "can't [he] see that massive fucking hellhound trailing after [him]?!" and the crossroads demon who can't believe who they're looking at when he finally gets them cornered. crossroads demon who smokes out under exorcism, but not before telling Dean "your brother wants to see you"

...anon...holy shit anon...

you are so correct!!

i think that in this situation (growing up with (to his knowledge) a dead sam, and a dad that "let" him die) dean would be more than passively suicidal. he doesn't care about himself, he failed. sam is dead. dean gets reckless, but he just barely avoids dying more than once, just a hairsbreadth.

he drinks until he can't walk straight, gets in the car, and wakes up in the motel parking lot. he goes half-cocked into a werewolf hunt, and he's sure that there's a werewolf behind him about to take him out (and isn't going to stop it, not really), but when he finally gets his finger around the trigger and turns around, the werewolf's ten feet away looking blank and confused. he puts a nominal effort into stitching up a bullet hole, doesn't even bother digging the slug out, and passes out in a random motel. next morning, the bullet's on the nightstand, and the stitches are even and tight. it's not enough to be completely concerned--hell, dean's borderline black-out drunk at any given moment, can't remember the last time he was completely sober--but it's...weird.

animals suddenly hate his fucking guts. dean used to tease sammy about it, about the fact that animals seemed to love dean and hate sammy. they would cringe away from sam's touch, skitter out from under his feet. birds would land on the impala if dean was driving, deer would poke their heads out of the woods if he walked past. but now...dean can't remember the last time he even saw a dog.

they just...flee. even at witnesses' houses, dean sees food bowls and chew toys and hears nails clacking on wood upstairs, but they tuck tail and run as soon as he knocks on the door.

after that first case, that first crossroads case where they name the thing, a Hell Hound...dean thinks it's bullshit. he's heard of black dogs, but this is new. it's weird.

he names it hooch. he and sam had seen that movie at a drive-in one summer, and he figures he's kind of fighting crime, right? he jokingly orders an extra patty on his burger and leaves it out for his imaginary dog, and the next morning it's gone. on the next hunt, the vampire doesn't even come within fifteen feet of dean before something rips its leg off at the knee.

when he calls the demon, it keeps looking down at dean's feet warily, back and forth, like something is pacing between them, something low. the demon keeps giving vague non-answers, distracted, and dean slaps his thigh, calls, 'hooch. down, boy.' and the demon...stops.

then those words...your brother wants to see you your brother wants to see you yourbrotherwantstoseeyou YourBrotherWantsToSeeYou.

dean is apoplectic. he finds the colt, finds the gate, heads into hell without a second thought, muttering to hooch the whole way (you better fucking rip some demons up you lazy son of a bitch).

sam's eyes are yellow, all the way through. bright yellow. he's huge. grown. beautiful. it's everything dean never thought he'd get to see. he dreamed about sam being this old, about sam having hands that dwarf a machete handle, of shoulders that blot out the stars.

sam doesn't react at first, knows that dad sent dean on a solo hunt before it all went down, but doesn't know how much dean knew about it, about dad locking him down here. dean doesn't even question why he's on a throne, why demons flank him on either side, heads bowed, why no demons even tried to stop dean from getting here, why they flinched away from him like something would swoop out of the dark and steal them if they brushed his shoulders.

"sammy," dean says--begs, really--for the first time in years, sam's smile falters. his eyes are hazel again, and his bottom lip trembles, and dean begs, "come with me, come home. please."

maybe it works, and they leave, and dean pulls sam into a hug so vicious that they both cry. maybe sam works from afar, and they relearn each other. their first hunt is ripping john winchester's head from his shoulders and trading kisses in his blood.

or maybe it doesn't. maybe dean stays, because they won't be separated like this, not again. the world's got other hunters, and dean has sam, and the rest of it can go fuck itself.

and sam has the life he's always wanted: power. respect. love. dean. (those last two are the same, really). and a dog, that keeps stealing dean's shoes.

anyway anon...much to think about...i love this...and you, coincidentally, mwah.

you and your friend galaxy-brained this one i fear.

-lizzy

[severus-snaps]

new headcanon: snape & karkaroff

So this might only be new to me but I guess them's the breaks when you (re)join a fandom after a few decades but

Snape and Karkaroff knew each other reasonably well - very well, given that Karkaroff is happy to hound him and hover around him at the drop of a hat, he named Severus in his trial some years prior so they must have spent some time together (and most DEs were split up or anonymous to one another, for various reasons).

Obviously at the time that they're in GoF together, Snape is in his early-mid 30s. Karkaroff is presumably older, at whatever age that a gentlemen goes from having black hair (during his trial 14 years earlier) to white hair (at the time of the Tournament). (Google informs me that "Half of all people have a significant amount of gray hair by the time they turn 50." so presumably he's about or over 50, as his hair is now entirely white). He is also a Headmaster by this point, which suggests a certain level of maturity (given the general ages of the deputy/headteachers at Hogwarts, anyway, and wizarding lifespans).

So (and please do correct me if I'm wrong bc I haven't read GoF in ages so I'm working off of the chapters I've gone through recently) in theory Karkaroff could've been the Dark Arts teacher OR the headmaster at Durmstrang already, by the point Snape graduates from Hogwarts himself.

In a world with little to no higher education, but mostly 'on the job' and similar work experience counting for something, where might Snape have gone to get the 'CV experience' or an apprenticeship he needs to get the DADA job he later applies for?

Durmstrang, of course; where they teach the Dark Arts, and not just defence. I don't think it's a leap that Lucius and/or one of the other Death Eaters or Slytherins would've known Karkaroff before Snape did, and made a connection for Snape to study/apprentice there.

And where did Snape learn to teach? From the very man who outright favours Krum, at the rude expense of other students, perhaps?

“Back to the ship, then,” he was saying. “Viktor, how are you feeling? Did you eat enough? Should I send for some mulled wine from the kitchens?” “Professor, I vood like some vine,” said one of the other Durmstrang boys hopefully. “I wasn’t offering it to you, Poliakoff,” snapped Karkaroff, his warmly paternal air vanishing in an instant. “I notice you have dribbled food all down the front of your robes again, disgusting boy — ”

It's giving:

[Snape] was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way Malfoy had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus’s cauldron into a twisted blob... “Idiot boy!” snarled Snape.

(Also, such a Snape complement)

Minor evidence for this also includes the fact that Karkaroff calls Snape "Severus", meanwhile Snape calls him "Karkaroff" - a sign of respect or formality, how Snape always calls Dumbledore, 'Dumbledore' - or a sign of dislike, like how Snape is "Severus" to Lupin who's 'playing nice' meanwhile Snape always calls him 'Lupin' and not 'Remus'? Who can say. Possibly both; he's both outranked and irritated by Karkaroff.

By the time Snape meets Karkaroff again, he's somehow cultivated his slightly cooler persona (given how awkward and unpolished Snape was as a student vs how he tries to present himself as a professor at Hogwarts). He is also a much braver man and, arguably, in a safer position than Karkaroff (having over a decade of information on Dumbledore for Voldemort vs having sold out a bunch of other Death Eaters and widely denounced Voldemort), Snape's riddled with grief and even more bitterness - so Karkaroff's constant worrying is, undoubtedly, genuinely irritating to him, as well as the fact that he's genuinely unsettled by Voldemort's possible return as well, even as he tries to hide it.

Now, I can't remember whether it's canon or fanon that Snape first applied for the DADA position on Voldemort's orders, or whether he did it under his own steam, but I think either way this would fit; young Snape would want and/or need the 'relevant' experience of teaching the Dark Arts either way to get the job, and if nothing else he was too young to get it, so how better to fill his time than to prepare somewhere where the Dark Arts aren't only taught to be defended, but in their own right?

Travel isn't really an issue, either; with Portkeys, Floo, Apparition (questionable at that distance and given Hogwarts' own Apparition ban), and a giant magical boat, they could be doing their thing in Durmstrang by day and doing... whatever it is Death Eaters did by night, but I think being at Durmstrang would also be a stronger position, with more resources, to be experimenting with Dark magic and potions than trying to do it in the Malfoys' back garden, for instance

(Also, where did Voldemort like...live during the first war? Did he just pitch up to the Malfoys' every time? Has he got his own house? Have I forgotten that? Was it mentioned?)

Anyway please do correct me if I've gotten anything terribly wrong, but otherwise I'll be holding on to this

[drunkenskunk]

Meanwhile, somewhere on Hell's Gate...

A a hiss of displaced gas preceded a hatch swinging open, and an extremely inebriated redhead stumbled her way across the threshold and into the Hell's Gate mech bay. Scarlet, ostensibly part of the militia and one of five mech pilots on the “Strategic Response Team,” had spent the last several hours attempting to drink herself into oblivion. The rest of the team had been celebrating a successful operation at GMS_Generic_Bar, getting round after round from Bartender Motherfucker, and they were entirely right to do so: the SRT's first time out wasn't just a victory, it was a complete walkover. The moonlighter pirates trying to make a quick buck from the “unarmed freighter” had no idea what hit them.

By all rights, Scarlet should've been celebrating with the rest... but she didn't really feel like it. While everyone in the bar had been busy watching Agarin show off his karaoke skills, she had quietly slipped away while no one was looking. For the last hour or so, she had been nursing a particularly large bottle of razbo – some Ol' Smokey's Reserve – and eventually wandered her way into the station's mech bay.

The bay was eerily silent and still. Usually, the place was buzzing with technicians running around, doing some kind of maintenance of some sort or another, but... no. No one else was here. Even Calamity Havok was nowhere to be seen, which was extremely odd. Scarlet had never seen the retired Hell Hound anywhere else on the station, and just assumed she lived here.

She downed another slug of raspberry infused liquor and staggered over to the alcove where her mech was currently housed: a truly ancient GMS Everest, covered in dozens of shades of red paint, hand-lettered slogans, and artwork designed to cover up the myriad scars and bullet wounds from centuries of combat. The mech had been built, stripped down, and rebuilt so many times over the years that it possessed a very haphazard quality to all of it; it was the kind of machine where you could pick any panel at random, open it up, and see more splices than wires. It had an “official” name (at least as far as anything on Calliope could be said to have one of those) registered in some file somewhere that she always assumed was a pun based on its serial number: R4GE MACHINE. But thanks to the paint job, everyone just called it Big Red.

The mech stood immobile, surrounded by a mess of cabling, powered-down diagnostic systems, and catwalks to give the technicians access. She stared up at the machine, her gaze drawn to the wedge-shaped “head,” and the distinctive spiderweb of cracks radiating out from around the left optical unit. She grumbled in frustration, taking another drink.

Scarlet kept thinking about the operation against the pirates from earlier. During the fight, she'd tried to disable the pirate ship the moonlighters had arrived on by attaching a HEX-B explosive mine to the ship's cockpit, but it hadn't gone exactly to plan. Right as she armed it, the mech controls briefly became unresponsive, and instead of attaching to the enemy ship, the electromagnets kicked in and firmly attached the mine... to her own torso.

It didn't matter that the ship was disabled immediately after her blunder: when the ship tried to disengage, she felt a tug at her cranial socket, and Big Red plunged the heavy combat blade it carried directly into the enemy cockpit. The whole front end of the ship had practically exploded, both from the impact and the sudden depressurization.

It didn't matter, because after the smoke had cleared, everyone could see the armed mine still attached to her mech. It had been removed after the fight, of course, but the carbon scoring on the hull of Big Red was still visible for everyone to see. Her teammates had given her shit for it the entire flight back to Hell's Gate. And rightfully so, far as she was concerned. A phrase had been swimming around in her head, ever since the fighting had stopped. They were words that had haunted her for the better part of a decade:

You're not good enough.

“Why y'gotta emb'rass me like that, huh?” she slurred. Scarlet stood there, staring up at her mech with drink in hand, and downed another slug.

A noise began to echo in the otherwise silent mech bay. It was a low, persistent clicking, almost like a purring animal, steadily growing in volume. Scarlet recognized the noise immediately. It was one of Big Red's many peculiar quirks; every so often, it would just start clicking like that, and nobody knew why, because nobody could find a source of the noise, no matter how hard they tried. When Calamity had tried to fix it, she said it sounded like a damaged hard drive moments away from catastrophic, unrecoverable failure... but even her considerable talents were at a loss.

Scarlet snorted and began to shake her head. Why'd she even come here? She didn't know. She sighed heavily and started to walk away...

“Because you are holding Us back.”

The words echoed in the empty mech bay, and seemed to hang in the air above her head. Scarlet stopped immediately, and her blood ran ice cold. She'd never heard that voice before. It was synthesized, utterly inhuman, and spoke the words with a curious inflection. The mechanical purr had grown louder, turning into an angry growl. Very slowly, Scarlet turned back around to face Big Red.

A trio of glowing red pinpricks stared at her from inside the darkened crack in its metal wedge of a head. The mech was very clearly looking down, directly at her.

“You tried to be clever,” the voice bellowed from speakers buried somewhere in his chassis. “So We taught you a lesson.”

The war machine – which should have been completely cold and powered down – began to shudder in the harness keeping it tethered in the maintenance alcove. It was as if the mech was a wild animal, caged against its will, struggling to break free of the restraints shackling it so. Metal hands balled into fists, and everything in the bay seemed to shake.

“We are not a tool,” it continued, as Scarlet remained rooted in place, staring at the machine in bewilderment and terror. “We are a weapon. You need to act like it. You must never forget what We are.”

The cables, pistons, and servos connecting the wedge-shaped head to the torso should've looked like a neck... but it didn't. From where Scarlet was standing, it looked like Big Red was grinning: a wide rictus grin, with teeth that weren't teeth made of metal, and sharp as kitchen knives. The machine continued to stare at her, left optical unit glowing with malice, and metal not-teeth glinting in the dim light of the mech bay.

“Do not deny Us our purpose again.”

Scarlet gulped hard to try and steady her breathing; she really hadn't been prepared for this at all, and wasn't doing the best job of disguising her terror. She looked down, and began to vigorously rub her eyes with her free hand, shaking her head. She could barely hear anything with so much blood pounding in her ears. This wasn't real, it couldn't be real...

She gulped once again, and looked up.

The noise had stopped. The clicking had stopped. The mech was looking straight ahead, and its metal hands were no longer balled into fists. Everything in the mech bay was exactly like it was when she'd first arrived: completely silent and still.

Scarlet looked around with wide eyes, uncertain of anything. She looked down at the empty bottle of razbo in her hand. She looked back up at her mech, still and cold as the metal plates beneath her feet.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and left as quickly as she could. She grabbed the edge of the pressure door, and pulled it shut behind her.

But just before the seal around the hatch could engage, that same clicking started up once more...

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Question on (and maybe for) characters who own Slughounds:

(On wiki, it says slughounds are very vicious but quite loyla). So are Slughounds only really affectionate to their owner/s?

And how long does it take to train a slughound?

Stocker, the Game Master and Ivor 'the White Bear' Lewis all have cameras put to their faces.

Stocker snarls and pushes at the camera. "Get that thing out of my face. My slug hounds are none of your business. They're loyal to me and trained from puppies. That's all you're getting."

The Game Master is taking this in a more relaxed state. He's laying back on his chair whilst a slughound in a pink harness lays her head on his lap. "If you're really wanting to know more about slug hounds, then yes, they are only loyal to their owners and those they like. Isn't that right, Speckles? You wanna eat those Shane Gang cheaters?"

The slug hound on his lap barks with glee.

The camera on Ivor was smashed to bits, only an audio being present. The gruff deep Russian accent of the man was clear. "Slug hounds are easy to raise if you just treat them like your grunts." (Editor's note; Ivor is not to be trusted on his words. He is the pseudo head of the Blakk Markets afterall)

[verycorrectslugterraquotes]

Eli: There we were…in the middle of the night…

Junjie: It was day.

Eli: We were surrounded by Eels.

Junjie: They were Slug Hounds.

Eli: [shoots to his feet] DOZENS OF THEM!

Junjie: Two of ‘em.

Eli: But they were no match. And in the end Junjie and I took them down and made a boatload of credits selling Eels skin rugs!

Junjie: [sighs] He’s been having this recurring dream for nearly a month now…