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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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Introductions <3

i literally could not shake this from my mind, and i got ever so slighly carried away.

Fem. reader <3

Relationship: Rumi Usagiyama (Miruko), Keigo Takami (hawks) Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) Tomura Shigaraki, Touya Todoroki (Dabi), Kurono Hari x Reader

word count: 4.6k

CW: You and Rumi are dating, mommy kink, slight druging, shiggy calles you pet, breeding, double penn. squirting, FxF, soft miruko, too many creampies, Photography, cum eating, I think that’s it??

let me know what you want to see next <33

It was official, you and Rumi had been dating for a whole nine months! It was so amazing, Rumi seemed to really like you, something you had absolutely not expected when you confessed to her.

You had known that she had some questionable friends but Rumi never kept you around them for too long, just some spared glances and tight smiles. But that brought you to now, where you were currently making sure everything was perfect to finally officially meet her friends!

You had baked brownies and checked your hair in the mirror at least 100 times, you were just so nervous, you knew first impressions were everything. You tried to cover all of the marks, you practiced your smile in the mirror, you made it as friendly as possible. You wore Rumi’s favorite skirt, it was baby pink and “totally adorable” according to your girlfriend, and a light pink cardigan with a white t-shirt underneath. But what you think made the outfit was the white thigh-highs that adorned your legs, and the little bows on the front.

Everything was perfect, you were ready!

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“If any of you hurt her, I’ll kill you” Right now Rumi regretted ever being friends with these people. Well, she mostly regretted that they got her revved up enough to make that stupid bet with Keigo. She would have gladly just introduced them to you but this whole “initiation” bullshit was taking it too far.

“I'm hurt you would even think I’d do anything to your precious Bunny!” Keigo mocked, he knew what he was doing, they all did. You had every single one of them wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know it.

“Let’s just hurry up, don’t wanna leave lover girl waiting.” Dabi. “Jeez Tou, I didn't think you would be so excited to see ‘er”

In character, Touya rolled his eyes and looked away, he wouldn't admit he had been wanting to “meet” for a while now. If the sock under his bed had anything to say about it. The rest of the walk to your house was filled with scattered comments about scenery, Shigaraki’s constant complaints and, Kai and Kurono’s mindless chatter.

Entering a fairly nice neighborhood about 15 minutes from the school, Rumi declared they had arrived in front of a nice-looking traditional house. “I am going to say this one more time. You will not hurt her, do not say anything weird, and what’s about to happen will never happen again”

“Yeah whatever, just knock on the door” rolling her eyes Rumi did just that. And within the second the door swung open and a puff of light pink jumped out at their friend. “Umi, you're here!” you were smiling like the sun at your girlfriend.

“Yeah Bunny we’re here and don’t you look all dolled up” Gross, the two of you looked like you were about to eat each other's faces.

“Oh! Yes! Um- Come in, we can go, um, to the family room and watch movies! O-only if you want to though, w-we can do other things too, i-if you want” you had managed to stutter out before Rumi guided you into the house before you could say anything more embarrassing, “that sounds great Baby, let's go” shooting the boys a pointed look, a warning, they followed the two of you through the house.

You were practically shaking and you didn't know if it was from excitement or nerves, but whatever it was, you would have to get over it somehow. Just like you expected, they were scary. Each of them practically towers over you, and even if they didn't, they all had the most intimidating aura you’ve ever felt.

After getting settled, and answering Kai’s questions about cleanliness, you made the best attempt at an introduction you could; “Um, hello I’m (f/n) (l/n). It’s really really nice to meet you guys!” really really? Great now you sound like an idiot. And they probably think the chuckles around the room said anything.

You were broken out of your hand by a hand grabbing yours, and a voice speaking up awfully close to your ear, “Aw baby bird you are just too cute! Keigo Takami at your service now and always” the voice purred, he was, so close. You could smell his cologne like it was straight from the bottle. To say that you were beet red was a true understatement. When you were about to try and stutter something out, two hands grabbed your waist and pulled you into another hard chest.

And before you knew it a head was in the crook of your neck, “Stop it bird brain you're probably scaring the poor little girl. No worries Little mouse, Touya’s got you now” with this new angle you could see Keigo better, and blonde hair and was he wearing eyeliner? But mostly, he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. Which in turn made you even redder. But your staring contest with the man was cut short when you were pushed into someone's lap.

“Tomura Shigaraki” was quickly muttered, “Shigaraki” not even looking at you before placing you next to him on the couch. You took the opportunity to look at Touya, dark spiked hair and piercing blue eyes, if he didn't have the scars you would have believed he walked straight out of a magazine. Tomura, still not looking at you, had curled into himself, immediately making you feel bad, for what? You had no clue. So, you placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke whatever came to mind, “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you right?”

This seemed to have the opposite effect on the teenage boy because he had curled further into himself but managed to stutter out a no. You were about to apologize, thinking you had injured the poor boy somehow when a gloved hand encased yours, lightly detaching it from the other boy. Following the gloved hand to an arm, with a rolled-up long-sleeve button-up shirt, to a neck with a tie neatly resting on his chest, to a masked face and golden eyes.

“You're really pretty.” Oh god. You-you said that out loud to his face. You had to apologize-” I mean, your lower lashes are perfect.” That is not what you meant to say, he was going to kill you, Rumi was going to kill you. Instead of wiping you from existence, like you knew he probably could, he just raised a brow whilst everyone else in the room busted into laughter.

“Thank you, Angel, But my name is Kai Chisaki.” He had a pretty voice too, god you needed to stop thinking like right now. And now a new round of laughter had begun, “I said that aloud didn’t I? God, I’m sorry, you probably rhino I’m weird, I’m really sorry” You were embarrassed if you could call it that, you were practically melting.

You were panicking, they don't like you anymore, they were laughing at you, you were putting Umi to shame, and now you're going to break up and- “Bunny. Bunny it’s ok, you are just being too cute right now. All I need to know is that you still think I’m the cutest” Rumi still liked you, and you must have missed the transition into her lap, where you were now located. “Of course you’re still the cutest Umi, am I still the cutest?”

“Always baby, now you’ve got one more person to meet, bee a good bunny for me now, ok?” Shifting you in her lap you faced the last of the group, a boy next to Chi (your new nickname for him). He was pretty too- you just didn't blurt it out this time, instead, you waved. He reacted with a light chuckle, it was pretty too, and telling you his name was Kurono Hari.

“Alright, now that that’s over with,” Touya reached in his bag and pulled out two bottles of vodka, “let's get this initiation started”

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The room was spinning. You could hear the boys and Rumi laughing but you were too buzzed to listen. More importantly, you felt hot, specifically down there. You had felt this before, you knew it. Oh! It was when you and Umi-Umi were alone in your bedroom! She made it go away then, that meant she could make it go away now!

You managed to get yourself up from whoever's lap you were sitting on, Tomura if you were to guess from the whine when you moved his arm. Standing up was a slight challenge, your legs shaking and you almost let out a moan. Placing down your cup on the coffee table that was covered in beer cans and plastic cups, you didn't even realize that everyone in the room had shifted their focus to you.

Stumbling over to your girlfriend you fell into her lap and nuzzled yourself into a straddle position so you were face to face. Within the second Rumi began to rub little circles into your hip, making you even hotter. “What’s the matter bunny? Is something wrong?” She was such a good girlfriend, always looking out for you, she would surely help you, you just knew it.

“Umi-Umi I feel hot. Like the time in my room? Do you remember that? When my parents weren’t home and you made the ache go away? Places, please do it again! I feel so so hot.” You began to ramble continuing until Tomura, said something that sounded funny to you (well everything sounded funny right now) “I told you it would work, you just had to give it some time”

What needed time to work? As quick as you could you look back to Rumi, she seemed to know exactly what you wanted to know, she shifted a bit under you and began, ‘Alright bunny listen to me, ok baby focus on me. God, you look so pretty, ok? Listen, they wanted to try something with you, you’ll like it I promise, Mommy will be with you all the way, but Mommy lost a bet to her stupid friends and she is very sorry, but they won’t do anything you don't like, Ok? Tell Mommy how you feel.” Lost a bet? What did they want? They seemed nice, it wouldn't be that bad, and you had to make Rumi proud, you were being so good and you had to keep that up!

“Yes”

“Yes what, Bunny.”

“Yes Mommy, I'll be oh so very good for everyone!” That made her happy! She was proud of you! But the two of you were snapped out of your little bubble when Keigo, you think it’s Keigo, began to chuckle, “Mommy, really?” Yes, that was Keigo.

“Shut it chicken wing or you won't get to go.” well Mi-Mi sure knew how to shut him up, and Touya who was laughing along with him shit up too, which made you giggle. By pattern, it made all their attention turn back to you.

“Well strip her now, we don't have the rest of eternity!” Tomura impatiently shouted out. Strip that seemed fun!

“Shut it crusty,” As soon as the bitter remark left her lips, Rumi turned to you, softening to ask if you needed her help to get out of your skirt. No! You would do it yourself like a big girl. Well, that was until you couldn't figure how to undo the buttons, yeah maybe you did need her help after all. And she knew that waving you over with her pointer finger, she giggled and pulled you into a spot where she could undo the button.

You did manage to take your blouse, white shirt, and bra off by yourself, instinctively turning to Rumi, and she looked so proud of you! That means you were being good! But when you turned back to the boys, they looked like they wanted to eat you, but it didn't scare you like you thought it would, in fact, it seemed to have the opposite effect, sending jolts of heat down to your core.

Next, you want to take off your thigh highs being almost immediately stopped by a voice “No little mouse, you're keeping those on.”

“Yes sir” whoa, (y/n) where did that come from, but it didn't matter because Touya seemed to like it, and that made you happy.

“Calm down, I’m still going first, you still have to wait your turn, Angel? Come here.” Kai’s beautiful voice called, shifting your attention to the other side of the room to the couch where he currently sat with Hair (he insisted you call him that, so you just began to call everyone by their first name). As much as you wanted to obey the command immediately, you had to ask Rumi for permission, as a good bunny does. But before you even opened your mouth, as she does, Umi read your mind. “Go bunny listen to him” and that you did.

While walking to him, Kai unhooked the mask that sat on his face, placed it to his side, and eyed you, it felt like he was burning holes through you. You stopped right before him and he motioned for you to kneel before him, like a real king! Cutting you from your thought was Kai’s smooth voice asking if you’ve ever taken a cock in your little hole before.

The answer was no. Rumi was your first girlfriend and well, she was a girl. As you let him know just that! He retired your statement with a small smirk and a hand on your cheek, which you leaned into. “Alright Angel, can you tell me how many fingers you've ever had in your little pussy? And call me Sir or Master, it's respectful” You were going to melt if he kept this up.

“O-only four, Sir'' you couldn't look away from him, or how perfect his eyebrow looked when he raised it in question. “Oh? And how many up your ass?” while asking his thumb had reached your lips pulling on the bottom one, “No-no fingers sir, b-but sometimes I put a “plug” thingy that looks like a bunny tail in for Rumi, and don’t tell her I told you but sometimes a take it and do it without her knowing, but you can’t tell her I said that.”

That seems to do the trick, before he spoke he reached down and grabbed you by the waist and lifted you onto his lap, then spoke “Your secret is safe with me angel, now can you do me a favor? I need you to unzip the zipper on my pants and pull my boxers down, ok?” You could do that, and so you did!

After pulling it down, you saw his...thing. It was standing tall, and the tip was oozing white liquid, were they all this big? “Is that going in me? I-i don't think it’ll fit.” that gained more than a few laughs, “Oh it’ll fit, Angel. Now-” he placed a gloved hand on your panties, and both the glove and your panties disappeared, but his glove returned a second later.

All of them were looking at your lower lips, you could feel it, someone (Tomura, you think) had even let out a moan, “Well angel, it looks like you're already wet enough, so we’ll get right to it. can you please take my cock and line it up with your hole?” He sounded so soft and gentle, you just couldn't ignore it, you didn't think you could speak, deciding to just nod instead. But Kai didn't seem to like that. “Answer me, Angel, can you?” placing five fingers on your hip, just as a reminder to do as he asks. “Yes Master, I can.” That made it all better, but he did move his other hand onto your other hip, caging you in.

Doing as he said you took his cock in your hand and tried to line up the tip with your hole as perfectly as you possibly could, following his next command seemed a bit more challenging, “I want you to sink all the way down ok? Your clit should touch my hip, Yes Angel?” After your respectful response, you tried to get it in, and it didn't work! No, no, no! You were doing so well and now this?

At this point you were on the verge of tears, it just won't go in. “Bunny dear, let Mommy help you out, Ok? You’re doing so well ok?” Umi! She grasped Kais cock and moved under you to get a better view of your pink lips. She spread them out and began to press you down onto him. Just like magic, she made Kai’s cock go in! She let go when the tip was fully embraced by your gummy walls. “You gotta do all the rest honey.” and just like that, she moved back to her chair.

Deciding you needed something to hold onto, you looked towards Hari, “Can I hold your hand please?” He just looked at you before offering his hand to you, you're sure you heard someone “awing” on the other side of the room but you were too focused on sinking down Kai’s dick.

When you finally had all of him nestled in your insides, just how he commanded, you looked your head back and let the loudest moan, probably ever, out. Kai didn’t even seem to notice, he was busy being entranced by the images of where the two of you were connected. You did however pick up on the conversation that was happening between the two boys on the other couch.

“Yo, Shig, you got that right, please tell me you have that”

“I got to agree with Birdbrain here, please tell me you're still recording”

“Jeez, yes yes, I got it I got it”

“Eye’s back on me Angel. I’m going to move now.” and doing that he did, lifting you all the way to his tip, he let you drop onto him, extracting a tight gasp from you. It. was. Bliss! Over and over again he bounced you on his cock, until you were bouncing on your own like a madwoman, gaining whistles and praises from the other men in the room.

“Say how good you feel Angel, tell me how much you like getting fucked so well in front of your Mommy and her friends like a street whore, tell your Master how good he’s making you feel, go on, say your a street whore beg to cum..” Kai all bit growled at you, you couldn't ignore the command if you tried. “S-so-so, good Master. I’m a good street whore, a-and I like being fucked, and I-i've been so good please let me cum-please, please” after that you began to blubber out whatever you possibly could. Plea’s for him to let you cum, begging for your Mommy to let you cum, and seconds later Kai gave you the go-ahead and you wasted no time, immediately seeing stars.

Coming down from your high, you realized two things. One; Kai was still hard, ready, and in you. Two; Hari was now behind you on the couch spreading your ass and rubbing small circles around your tightest hole. “W-wait, it won't go in!” Soft chuckles were the only response you got to the exclamation. Ever so slowly Hari thrusts a finger into your hole, then another, and began to scissor them in an attempt to stretch you a bit.

“Are you alright Angel? Be honest.” Kai commanded.

“It-it hurts a bit.”

“Ok, I’ll make you feel better.” With that he began rubbing small, calculated circles around your clit, which did ease the pain of Hari beginning to put his tip in. it took about two more minutes for you to be completely filled with both their cocks. You felt so amazingly stretched out, they filled you so well.

It became even more overwhelming when they began to time their thrusts. When Kai pushed in you Hari pulled out, making sure one cock was always hitting one of your sweet spots, and they did it well. And they clearly knew it from the way you would moan with every thrust.

“You sound so pretty Baby, do we really make you feel that good?” Hari cooed in your ear, reaching around to circle your nipples, when Kai added in a quick “You clench every time we got a sweet spot Angel, you're being so good for us.”

As their orgasms approached the thrusts got slightly erratic, and they lost their perfect timing, which made you fall over the edge, entering your second orgasm of the night.

As you spasmed on their cocks they began to fill you with spurts of white, filling you up with their cum.

Basking in your post-orgasmic glow, you didn't even realize you had been moved to where Tomura was sitting. He already had you on your back, legs spread, displaying both of your holes to him.

Not saying a word he took out his cock and slammed it into your used hole but because of your sensitivity, it had hurt just a bit. Making your discomfort known, you whined and tried to bend your legs away from his grasp. Pushing your legs back open he ignored Rumi's yelling about letting go because he was hurting you.

“If you can do it for those assholes, you can be a good breeding cow for me too, understand?” he didn't even wait for you to answer, he just began to pound into you like a mad man.

He was grunting and growling, pushing you into the mating press, only to stop and completely pull out, garnering a whine from you. He shut you up by pushing two fingers inside your weaving hole and scooping cum out and bringing them to your face.

“Open” he commanded, following the order he shoved his cum-covered fingers wiping them over your tongue, “keep your mouth open and don’t swallow. Be a good pet and let me breed you.”

You never thought Toumra would be so commanding during sex, but right now the only thing you could think of was his cock hitting your g-spot over and over bringing your orgasm rapidly closer.

“To-Tomura, please so so close, let me cum, need it so badly please” is what you wanted to say, but considering the mouthful of cum you had and the fact that you couldn't even think past his cock, all that came out were blabs of pleases and cries of pleasure.

He was close, you could feel it in his thrusts. Reacting to your desperate attempt begging to cum tomura laughed, “You can cum when I cum pet. Just a little longer and you’ll be filled again, just be patient.”

You were crying at that point, you were so so close, and then finally! You felt his specks of cum in your womb! Finally, you could cum, but there was something different about this one, it felt bigger. You didn't know what it meant until your world turned black.

Coming back everyone in the room was staring straight at you like you had grown a second head. You were confused until Touya yelled.

“Usagiyama! You didn’t tell us she could fucking squirt! And the shithead of all people made her do it!”

While he was speaking, he came over and grabbed you and impaled you on his aching cock. “You're gonna do that again, Ok? I don't care if I have to fuck you for hours.”

“No, Touya, you're going to be nice to her” Rumi growled back at the Black haired boy. Earning a glare from him in response.

At that point, you were too fucked out to do anything other than subconsciously bouncing on Touya’s cock earning a laugh from him. “Look! Look! She’s already bouncing and I haven't even done anything yet, damn Rumi you've been dating a cockwhore this entire time” the insult gave you the motivation you make this the best sex Touya will ever receive!

And you did, placing your hands on his shoulders you used them as leverage to bounce harder, at some point he had shoved his head into your breasts and began to shake his head in between them. Biting at some points to conceal his moans.

Reaching down to your clit, he whispered permission to cum, which you gladly accepted, and in the process, you managed to milk him dry after biting the pressure point where his shoulder met his neck.

As soon as Touya was done cumming, you were swooped up into soft feathers and were met with a smirking face. “Are you ready for the ride of your life Babybird?” Yes, God yes you were so so ready, but couldn't manage to mutter a word, but he understood what you wanted to say through your pleading eyes.

Standing you on the floor Keigo kneeled you by the coffee table and bent you directly over it, leaning back to gain a better look at your dripping holes. Deciding he can't just look at it once he reached on the table to grab his phone to snap a quick picture, receiving multiple commands for him to send it to them in return.

Setting his phone down, began to massage your ass, moving to your lower thighs, before asking if you were ready, to which you mustered up a quick nod. With your permission he slammed his entire length into your pussy, gaining a moan and a few more tears. Bending over he reached to hold your hand and continued like that for some time before pulling your upper body smashing it so your back was to his chest giving everyone else a view of your breasts bouncing.

Throwing your head back onto his shoulder, Keigo leaned down and began to suck hickeys into your shoulder. Continuing like this until both of you came in a whirl of moans for each other and overstimulation. You leaned back into his warm embrace before Rumi came and picked you up onto her previous chair. She kneeled in front of you and spread open your legs.

“Before I do this, does anyone want a picture?” every single one of them scrambled to get their phones and snap a picture of your overstimulated cum stuffed holes. “You all done now,” you knew that tone Rumi wanted you to herself for a bit. Receiving nods from the boys, now back in their spots on the couches.

She quickly grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around her head, latching her mouth onto your quivering hole, and began to suck as much cum out as he could before removing her head and kissing you. Making you eat all of the men's cum batch after batch. When she was finally finished getting every last drop of semen out of you, she grabbed a soft, damp towel and gently wiped you down. Kissing you all over earning giggles and soft moans from you.

After she was all down, Rumi picked you up and wrapped you around her body, placing small kisses on the side of your jaw and lips.

“Rumi. I’m tired”

“Ok, Bunny, That’s ok, you can sleep now” she gentle mumbled back gaining obnoxious “aw’s” from your audience.

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“I don't know about you guys, but we have to do that again”

All the head’s nod, including your lovely girlfriends.

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justapayneaway · 4 years ago

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The real 12th January 💛❤️

A Ziam drabble written by me for the first time ever. Please be gentle with my heart 🥺 ______

It was morning and Liam felt light shinning on his closed eyes. He opened them and for a second felt out of place, not knowing where he was. But then he felt a warm and heavy body on top of his. The smelt of cigarettes and cologne so familiar to him that he didn’t even need to look down to know who was trying to snuggle into his neck.

Liam looked at the clock on his phone. “7 am. Fuck jet lag.”, he thought. Today of all days he didn’t need to be up early. There was nowhere for him to go besides lying in bed with the love of his life, his future husband, his Zayn.

He had came in the day before as a surprise to Zayn. His fiancé was so excited that he had jumped into his arms, wrapped his legs around his waist and just kissed his face all over. He felt so much love and happiness for being able to be here for Zayn’s birthday.

The surprises he had planned didn’t stop there though… And the second one, even though it pained him to leave the warm body on their bed, was to wake Zayn up with a nice and homemade breakfast. Liam started to get up, but Zayn’s arms were tightening on his body and his eyelashes started to flutter as if he was going to open his eyes.

Scared of waking him up, Liam just dropped a kiss on his forehead while tracing his hands in his hair. He looked around for a pillow to replace his body with but then he saw that Rhino was lying on their bed looking up at Liam. He quietly called the dog to his side of the bed and then put Zayn’s arms around the pup that snuggled into his owner.

Liam got up, put some trackers on and closed the door of their bedroom. “Oh my golly gosh, it’s fucking freezing” he said quietly while he walked to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and just went for the basic: eggs, turkey bacon, milk to make some pancakes, whipped cream and some strawberries.

He set to work on preparing the food while also making Zayn’s morning tea. As he finished every dish, he started to plate it taking special care on transforming the pancakes into hearts to decorate with fresh strawberries and whipped cream.

He heard tiny paws on the carpet and saw Rhino appearing at the kitchen’s door. “He didn’t wake up, did he Rhino?”. The dog cooked his head at him and Liam thought that he saw him shaking his tiny head, but who knows maybe Liam’s jet lag was getting to him. Liam put food and water on Rhino’s bowl.

Then he went to his bag that was still on the hall and found what he was looking for… two tiny party hats that he had bought that had a Batman theme. One for him and one for Rhino. He might have taken a selfie of him and Rhino with the party hats, but no one needed to know about that.

He took the tray full of food and left the kitchen with Rhino trailing behind him. He entered the room and saw Zayn sprawled on the bed. He had a pillow snug on his chest and was snoring lightly. Liam set the tray on the bedside table and got on the bed.

Liam laid on top of Zayn and started trailing kisses on his body until he reached his beautiful face. Zayn eyelashes started to flutter and then he opened the prettiest hazel eyes to look at him. He sighed contently and when Liam started to rub his beard against his cheek, he squirmed and screamed “Leyumm! That’s going to leave a mark. Stop it!”

But he was laughing, so Liam just kept going while also giggling like a little boy with his eyes squeezing shut in delight. Then he pressed a kiss to Zayn’s chapped lips and said “Happy 28th birthday, love!”.

Zayn sighed and had the most blinding soft smile looking at Liam. A bit like he was looking directly into the sun. “Thank you babe. I’m just so happy that you’re here with me”. Liam smiled wider and resumed kissing and cuddling him close.

After a few minutes, Liam remembered the food and the tea that were turning cold. When he made a move to get up again, Zayn whined and was trying to keep Liam in his arms. “Babe, the food will get cold. Let’s eat. I have another surprise for you”. With all his cheek Zayn just whispered in his ear “I’d rather eat you, if you know what I mean”. When Liam squeaked, he just winked and smirked at him.

“You’re the devil, you know that right?”, Liam said. “I know, but you love me so feed me please”, Zayn replied. “Devil and bossy, I see how you are. So I guess you don’t want your gifts either, right?”. Liam took pleasure in seeing Zayn’s eyes get wide while he said “No, I want those!”. “Okay, then let’s sit up and eat you bugger”, Liam answered.

Sighing Zayn set up and when he looked to the side he started laughing histerically. “Oh no poor Rhino! Come here baby… Who was a bad daddy and put that ugly hat on you?”. The dog jumped in the bed and started licking Zayn’s face while he giggled. Liam wasn’t even offended by Zayn’s comment. He loved seeing their dog being all in love with Zayn. He related to that.

“Are you done mocking me?”, Liam asked fake exasperated. When Zayn nodded while still laughing, Liam just put the tray on his legs. He then reached out to his bed side table and got the presents that were on his drawer. “So I have a few gifts for you… You will get two now and the others later at dinner.”

Zayn looked so excited and took one of the gifts from Liam’s hands. He opened the envelope and inside he found a paper saying that a donation in his name was made to the British Asian Trust. He gasped and looked at Liam while saying “You shouldn’t have!”.

Liam just shrugged and said “You know that we always make a donation for a charity. I got inspired by our fans trying to raise money for that organization”. Zayn just kissed him and softly answered with “Thank you. You have the biggest heart in the whole universe, you know?”. Liam just blushed.

He then picked up the other gift and gave it to Zayn. It was in the shape of a rectangular and Zayn was intrigued with it. He started to rip the paper and it was revealed a drawing of them. Zayn gasped and looked as he saw himself and Liam cuddling in bed. The drawing was done with charcoal and the shadows were perfect. He looked at Liam still in shock and said “Was this done by you?”. When Liam just nodded shyly, he started talking again “But like how? When? I don’t remember this! Did you drew this from memory? Explain yourself right now! Fuck you’re getting so good at drawing”.

Liam chuckled and said “Well, one of these mornings you were sleeping right. You looked so peaceful and beautiful so I had to take a photo of us like this. Then the idea popped in my head, you know? It’d be cool a gift to show my fave teacher how good I’m getting”.

Zayn just looked at Liam in awe, for once lost of words. “I.. I’m just like- Wow! This is beautiful baby. Thank you, I’ll cherish it forever and ever!” He pushed the tray off his legs and pushed Liam down on the bed while attacking him with kisses.

The problem was that Zayn miscalculated his strength and the space Liam had on the bed because they fell from the bed and into the floor. Liam looked a bit shocked and in pain, but Zayn kept giving him kisses on his lips and on his neck. Then he moved to his eyes and Liam thought “Fuck this, I’ll just enjoy it!”.

Rhino seeing that his owners were on the floor jumped on top of them while barking and waving his tail happily.

In that moment, Liam felt content. Everything was perfect! Sure, life was a bitch and there were some crazy things still happening outside of these walls. For the hundredth time in his life, Liam felt grateful. He still had more surprises for Zayn like the new Cartier couples jewelry he had costume made or even the lunch he had arranged with their families over Zoom.

But Liam’s best gift for Zayn was the song that he had written over their time apart that symbolized their love. That one would be just for him and Zayn. Maybe one day for their kids and grandkids.

So he just sighed happily and wrapped his arms over Zayn’s body kissing him with all the love he had for the other boy. Their love was made of precious moments like these and Liam would do everything in his power to keep these memories. “I love you baby to infinity and beyond”, Liam whispered. Zayn just laughed, his glistening, and said “I love you too dork… to infinity and beyond”.

The end.

#ziam #liam payne #zayn malik #ziam drabble #please be gentle #I know this isn't great #I never written anything #but this was stuck in my head for days #and I felt like I had to write it #and share it too #hope you like it

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sometownie · 3 years ago

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Okay my phone is weird but for the ask meme: What is the last screenshot you took and who are your favourite simS of your own (gotta make room for the Greta appreciation ;) ) ♡

fjkjdgjkfjhjksdjkf thank youuuu you precious you! ♥

12. what is the last screenshot you took?

It's Storm Limestone! I haven't made a post about it yet, but he now runs a little bar! Unfortunately my game has been subject to pink flashing lately (which is turning me off playing lol) so I still haven’t finished the household’s round r.i.p

14. who ARE your current favorite simS? ;)

You know me too well.....................

Greta, forever ♥ However, since she's been dead a long time, my current favorites are (prepare for some sloppily edited pictures) .........

Jenny & Johnny Mills... Greta’s kids what did you expect. Jenny currently runs a flower shop and Johnny is preparing to get married.

Honestly... The entire Aoki-Limestone-Waters household, I can’t just choose only one of them. Gameplay with them is currenly filled with work and childcare so it’s a bit dull, but I can’t wait for the kids to grow older!

And finally... Titus Ardor! I have high hopes for him and his rhino nose! Haven’t played his family in forever.

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And no, I can’t just choose one favorite sim, whether choosing Greta is allowed or not :’)

#challenge tag #and HEY i still haven't forgotten about that one ask you sent me! it's coming! eventually #kinda hope to have time this weekend to do something about it but we'll see

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remmushound · 3 years ago

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Beyond the Bay chapter 4: Dinosaurs seen in sewers!

Commander Mozar hated everything about this planet. From the thick green foliage disrupting the simple gray of the city’s landscape to the sweet taste of the air, everything about this planet reeked of inhospitality. He thought such a cold place should be nothing more than a snowy wasteland, like some of the other planets his kind had tried to lay claim to that experienced similar temperature. This planet wasn’t one of those; it was crawling with Federation scum, and under the very feet of these knockoffs were vermin at considerable numbers. The entire settlement seemed to be infested and he wouldn’t be surprised if the entire world had similar plagues. Filthy, lower life-forms spreading disease and devouring food that could be used to feed the higher life forms that dominated the savage landscape; perhaps it would make sense for some of them to be spared for the purpose of farming if these aliens were omnivorous, but there were far too many here, and far too small to be practical for hunting! He failed to see how these hominids, as his scanners reported them, had yet to destroy such creatures. Then again, they weren’t a very advanced race compared to his .

The commander snorted and shook his head, giving a bellow to call his soldiers to his side. The Prime Leader had made it clear that they should at least try to stay out of sight; they didn't want another potential enemy on their hands. Mozar didn't understand the command; these hominids were obviously no threat to them. They had hardly even gotten out of their backyard as far as space travel went, and they had no claws or fangs. They were incredibly small, and slow, and clumsy. Still, the Prime Leader knew best and Commander Mozar made every attempt to be as silent as possible during their harvest of the rare and precious element that this planet harbored.

While Zark and Zeno took up their posts on either side of the long stone pathway, pinned between two large structures, Zog and Traximus took their positions over the manhole. From his shoulders, Zog pulled out a metal carver, holding onto one of the handles while Traximus gripped the other. The power of both bull triceratons was enough to crack the stone beneath them, forcing the blades into the earth, and together they started to turn the wheel at a slow pace to slice through rock and metal. A solid clank told them of their success, and they lifted both machine and stone from the earth to reveal a new, much more suitable entrance for them. They tossed the stone aside and Zog returned the carver to its place on his back.

Traximus opened his mouth, drawing in a deep breath of the terra’s sweet air and the putrid odor coming from the hidden tunnel they had just revealed.

“It stinks of rot and waste in there.” He reported to his commander with a low rumble.

“Then breath through your nose, Traximus.” Was Commander Mozar’s response. Another deep chuff called Zark and Zeno to rejoin the herd. After Commander Mozar leaped down into the tunnel, sinking knee-deep into the waste below, the rest of his unit were quick to follow.

Traximus groaned and readjusted the mask over his nose, taking a deep, slow breath of the familiar, homely burn of his world’s atmosphere. His chest refused to work as well with the pressured gravity of the terra planet, his breath much shallower than what his body would prefer. He couldn’t wait to return to the mothership, where he could breathe and move again without the weight of his body pushing down so hard.

Zeno offered his locator panel to their commander, who snatched the piece of tech from the technician's hand and scrutinized it with narrowed eyes. He flipped the panel from left to right, tilting his head before holding the panel by its corner, dangling it precariously.

“What is this? This makes no sense!”

“Uh, commander?” Zeno said lowly, then reached forward to flip the tech so it was facing the right way. “Look at it like this.”

“I knew that!” The commander snarled, and then it faded into a rumble as he looked over the map. “I was just testing you.”

A whip of his tail was all it took to call his crew into position to follow after him, deeper into the dark tunnel.

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It was like a crash of lightning in his mind slashed through the fog and make Mikey sit upright. He immediately had regrets as the sudden movements brought him to almost keel over, choking smog in his throat stopping any breath that tried to force its way through. Something was wrong. Something was wrong and something was coming and he had to run or that something would find him and take him away. But how could he run when his body was made of lead? When his legs had no feeling other than an intense burning that hardly mattered compared to the fire that had surely swallowed his right arm. He didn't care. Even if he had to crawl, he would find some escape from the danger heading his way.

Mikey forced his body to stand— and then immediately fell as his legs gave out on him. The impact seemed to slam his senses back into his body, first in a numb sting and then in throbs that seared through shell and flesh in turn. The bang had also served to make Donnie jolt up, hand snagging his bo and holding it out in a defensive position during the seconds it took him to stand at attention. He looked left first, then right, then down. Only when he saw Mikey on the ground did he drop his defensive stance, muttering a loud swear as he fell to his knees to help lift Mikey into a sitting position. At first, Mikey resisted the touch that he immediately assumed to be from the bad he was trying to escape. When he recognized the hands, the voice, the mutant helping him, he didn't fight any more.

“Dee…” Mikey whined.

“I got you Mike. Here, up we get.” Donnie wrapped his arms around Mikey’s middle to lift the turtle back up and onto his bed. He made sure to push Mikey as far back as the cot allowed so the box turtle was supported against the wall. “What happened?”

“I fell.” Mikey grumbled; he was grateful for the help but now there was a hammering on the inside of his skull that refused to leave him alone.

“Yeah, kinda guessed that much.” Donnie immediately started to tend to the slightly-bleeding gash on Mikey’s forehead, dabbing it with a rag as he worked to clean it.

“We have to go, Dee.” Mikey said, trying to swipe Donnie’s hand away. Donnie simply ignored his brother’s attempts to remove him.

“Go?” Donnie indulged steadily, eyes focused on his work, “Go where, Mikey?”

“Uh… dunno.” Mikey said. The words were heavy on his tongue and came out weird, and he didn't like it. He frowned and reached his hand up, the left one that wasn’t so stiff, to touch his mouth and lips. They felt normal. Why was it so hard to talk then?

“Well how can we go if we don’t know where we’re going?” Donnie asked, offering a sly smile to the younger turtle while making a mental note of the speech deficit.

Mikey gulped, but didn't respond. It didn't take long for Donnie to finish cleaning and patching Mikey’s head wound before trying to guide Mikey to lay back down. Once more, Mikey immediately resisted and started to push and struggle against the taller mutant while Donnie calmly and patiently continued to position Mikey down on his carapace.

“No no no no no…”

“Easy, Mike.” Donnie made quick, shushing sounds, “You’re okay…”

“No no no no, we haft to go Dee, we haft to…”

Eventually, Donnie’s persistence won and he was able to lay Mikey down in the cot, pulling the blankets over him and fluffing out the pillow like he knew his baby brother loved. It concerned him when Mikey only whimpered, but he said nothing of it. He planted a kiss on Mikey’s forehead and then went to return to his desk, resigned to the fact he wouldn’t be getting much more sleep.

His resignation proved true on multiple levels. The minute he sat down, his fingers hovering over the keyboard ready to input the code, he was nearly knocked out of his seat by a blaring alarm.

“Woah woah woah— what?” Donnie was back to his feet quickly, the sudden, jarring beeping reverberating in his head in a way he just knew would cause a headache later in the day. He worked quickly, the habit of thinking out loud hitting him hard as he rushed to complete his task. “Breach in the fan room… camera’s camera’s camera’s… woah.”

The curtains were practically ripped down as Raph and Leo came busting in, hands on their weapons and back to back with each other so they had eyes on both sides.

“Donnie, what happened?” Leo demanded.

“B… breach in the fan room.” Donnie repeated, motioning to the screen. Leo’s voice sounded like it was on the other side of a great canyon, the distant words echoing and slowly getting closer and louder. Donnie’s mouth was like sand, words like daggers slicing his tongue. “Enemies approaching.”

Leo shouldered his way past, leaning closer to the cameras presented on the screen as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. At first, they could have very easily been mistaken for rhinos; these ones would have been far bigger than Rocksteady, and there were far more of them. A closer look on a different display screen showed a front view, revealing three horns instead of two.

“Is that a fucking dinosaur?” Raph’s words were more surprise than anything else, eyes wide and growing wider by the second.

They were dinosaurs! At least, Leo was almost sure they were. It was hard to tell just how big they might have been, but they definitely weren’t small. They each had three horns, two on their heads just in front of their frills and one on their nose; beneath their nose horn were masks that covered their nostrils, feeding back into a massive amount of tech on their backs. All but one of them were a vibrant orange with disrupting patterns of red and yellow markings; the outlier was a dark red and in the lead, so Leo immediately singled him out as a potential leader.

The earth beneath their feet started to tremble like a train was going by, enough to disrupt some of the artifacts on Donnie’s shelf and make a few of them fall; Donnie made a dive to catch every last one of them before they could hit the ground. The dinosaurs in the cameras reached the fan blades, the last defense separating them from the lair, and they shredded right through without stopping. Leo wanted to swear, but he held his tongue, his grip on both katana tightening as his body tensed for a battle.

Raph growled and shook his head, moving against Mikey’s cot and standing like an unmovable wall in front of it, watching the fan room tunnel as if daring the attackers to come anywhere near his brothers. The attackers, it seemed, accepted his dare as the five of them flooded out of the tunnels and into the open lair.

@brightlotusmoon @selfindulgenz @scentedcandlecryptid @digitl-art-monstr @ilo-artistry

#enter the threat #Donnie is a good big brother #rottmnt #Tmnt #bayverse #Tmnt 2014 #Tmnt 2016 #tmnt crossover #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt au #bay turtles

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legionofpotatoes · 4 years ago

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we decided to watch all story cutscenes from the new resident evil village videogame on a whim, since it’s not really our cup of tea gameplay-wise but seems to be this massive zeitgeist moment that made us morbidly curious. And I know how much everyone cares about my thoughts on things I know very little about, so. let’s get into it huh gamers. and yeah spoilers?

for context, I’ve only played resident evil 4 and a small portion of 5. I also read the wikipedia entry for 7’s plot recently. all this to say I was only vaguely aware of how tonally wacky the series was going in

I also completely gave up following the plot of the mutagens’ soap opera, so that paid off in spades here as you might imagine

anyway so that baby in the intro. that baby’s head is just massive. humongous toddlerdome. when ethan finds the baby’s head in a jar later on. there is no way that head would fit into that jar. bad game design. no not even game design. basic stuff. one hundred years in prison for jar modeler

if I see a single functional hetero marriage in video games I will cry tears of joy. I understand their misery is kind of The Point irt them badly working through the hillbilly romp trauma but like. sheesh. at least set that up as an emotional story goal the plot will help resolve. but nope they start off miserable and it goes nowhere

I know I know the mia thing has a huge wrinkle in it but like. not really in terms of dramatic function?? set up a happy end to the re7 nightmare (miranda can keep up appearances for all she cares) and then take that all away from angry griffin mcelroy for manpain. it will still absolutely work to set up the dramatic forward momentum. why throw in this cliche Hollywood Tension in their marriage if you’re not going to address it oh maybe because it’s normalized as automatically interesting because nuclear families are a self-propagating pit of a very narrow chance at emotional happiness relying on social stigma to preserve their empty function oops my baggage slipped in yikes abort mission

I called him griffin mcelroy because I saw his face on twitter and. yeah. I will continue to do this occasionally. my house my rules

... fuck the reason I’m hung up on this is specifically because the rest of the game is so tonally dexterous (which is a shining point to me! more on that later!), and yet they felt weirdly compelled to create the aesthetic trapping of a family-at-odds trope without following it through too well. a sign of both the good and the bad stuff to come

but listen the real reason why I wanted to talk about any of this is to nitpick the fascinating backwards-engineered nucleus of the entire thing; in that this game essentially creates a melting pot of just SO many disparate horror tropes and then makes a no-holds-barred unhinged effort at weaving thick lore to piece them all together. it is truly a sight to behold. like straight up you got your backwoods fright night situation, your gothic castle vampires, your rural-industrial werewolves, and don’t forget your bloated swamp monsters over there, with then a hard left turn into robotic body horror, and the entire ass subgenre of Creepy Doll writ large, and the bloodborne tentacle monsters, and a hellboy angel bossfight, which rides on the coattails of a mech-on-mech pacific rim bonanza, and just jesus henry christ slow down

almost all of these are textural hijack jobs that don’t really get into the metaphor plain of any of those settings but the game sort-of makes an argument that the texture IS the point and revels in it. It is kind of admirable almost. The same reason why the intro felt boxed in and unmotivated is also why the rest of the game just blasts off of its hinges to the point of complete and self-indulgent tonal abandon. I kinda loved that about it. lady dimitrescu made sure to hold her hat down as she bent forward in mahogany doorways and then suddenly she’s a giant gore dragon and you settle in your temp role as dark souls man with Gun to take her ass down. Excellent??

this rhino rampage impulse to gobble up every horror aesthetic known to man comes to head when the game wrestles with its FPS trappings in what is the most hilarious solution in creating visceral player damage moments. Since most cinematics and the entire game is in first person, that leaves precious little real estate for the devs to work with if they really want to sell griffin’s physical crucible. To wit. This dude’s forearms. Specifically just the forearms. They are MASSACRED throughout the story. The poor man lives out the silent hill dimension of a hand model. by the end cutscene he looks like a neatly dressed desk clerk who had decided to stick both his grabbers into garbage disposal grinders just a few hours prior. like in addition to everything else it manages to rope in that tinge of slapstick violence into its general grievous genre collection except this time it IS for a lack of trying! truly incredible

but wait his miracle clawbacks from everything his poor paws go through are retroactively explained away, yes, but far too vaguely and far too late to console me as I sat and watched everyone’s favorite baby brother reattach an entirely severed hand to his wrist stump by just. placing it on there. and giving it a lil twist ‘n pop terminator-style. and then willing his fingers back into motion right in front of my bulging eyes. this game just does not care. it does not give a shit. and boy howdy will it work to make that into one of its strongest suits

cause generally speaking resident evil was THE premiere vanilla zombie content destinaysh for like a decade, right? and as the rest of the world and mainstream media started encroaching and bloodying its blue ocean it went and just exploded in every single conceivable horror trope direction like a smilodon on catnip. truly, genuinely fascinating franchise moves

yeah the big vampire milf is hot. other news; grass... green. although I do love the implication that her closet is just identical white dresses on a rack. cartoon network-level queen shit

apropos of nothing I’ve said there’s also this hobo dante-devimaycry-magneto man, and I can’t believe this sentence makes sense. anyway he made that “boulder-punching asshole” joke referring to chris redfield and it was probably the only easter egg that really landed for me and boy did it land hard. I have not seen him punch the boulder in re5, mind. I had only heard about how funny it is from friends. and here this dude was, probably in the same exact mindset as me, trying to grapple with that insane mental image. with you on that ian mckellen, loud and clear

I advocate vehemently against the shallow pursuit of hyper photorealism in art direction but I gotta admit it works really in favor of immersive horror like this. the european village shacks especially gave me super unchill flashbacks to my rural countryside retreat in western georgia. I could smell the linoleum dude. not cool

faces are weird in this game. can’t place it. nice textures, good animation, but the modeling template is... uuh strange? and the hair. it has that clustered-flat-clumpy look that harkens to something very specific and unpleasant but I just don’t know what. sue me

griffin’s mental aptitude to take all this shit in stride and end every seemingly traumatizing bossfight involving some fucking eldritch being yet unseen through mortal eyes by essentially throwing out an MCU quip is just. What the fuck dude? I mean that was funny how you casually yelled the f-word at a god damn werewolf that you considered a fairy tale an hour ago but are you like, all right?? it was swinging a sledgehammer the size of a bus at you, ethan

oh oh the vampires are afraid of cold and your last name is winters. I get it haha

Pro Gamer Nitpick: boss fights seemed a bit unnecessarily long?? idk why the youtuber we picked decided the ENTIRE propeller man fight counted towards the vital story scenes he was stitching together, but man mr big daddy lite there really had some get up and go huh??

why are they saying dimitrescu.. like that. is it really how you say that word or is the english language relapsing into its fetish for ending every single word with a consonant at all costs

I’m not saying it’s a dramatic miss of a twist in context of all that’s going on, but the “you died in the last game actually and have been DC’s clayface ever since” revelation is low-key. it’s. it’s just funny to me, I dont know what to say. century-old god-witch fails her evil plan after she mistakenly removes heart from what was definitely NOT just some white guy with eight fingers after all

chris realizing he’s about to become the player character and immediately swapping out his tsundere trenchcoat for the muscletight sex haver sweater

the little bluetooth speaker-sized pipe bomb he taped to his knife was nuclear?? really??? I must have missed something because that is just too good. I buy it though I totally buy it. chris just got them fun-sized nukes in his car trunk for, you guessed it, Situations

anyway this is all for now just wanted to briefly touch on how unexpectedly funny and tonally irreverent this seemingly serious game turned out to be. did not articulate any cathartic story beats whatsoever but my god it had fun connecting those plot points. he just fucking put his severed hand back on his stump and it Just Worked todd howard get in here

#text #another one in my bulleted review series with no rhyme or reason #sorry resident evil fans this could be a painful read pls turn away #i know almost nothing about it but i am gonna be super fake familiar and critical of this one hey ho

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On soil degradation and the use of non-native plants as weapons to change landscapes and sever cultural relationships to land; and on the dramatically under-reported but massive scale of anthropogenic environmental change wrought by early empires and “civilizations” in the Bronze Age, Iron Age, and ancient world (including the Fertile Crescent, Rome, and early China): I didn’t want to add to an already long post.

This is a Roman mosaic, from when Rome controlled Syria, depicting an elephant (presumably the Asian species, Elephas maximus) interacting with a tiger (the Caspian tiger, a distinct subspecies of tiger, lived in Mesopotamia, the shores of the Black Sea, and Anatolia up until the mid-1900s). This mosaic is striking to me, because I guess you could say that this is clear evidence of the higher biodiversity and more-dynamic ecology of the Fertile Crescent in the recent past, until expanding militarism and empire led to extensive devegetation. After all, does the popular consciousness really associate elephants and tigers with the modern-day eastern Mediterranean and Anatolia? Not really. But for the majority of human existence, lions, tigers, elephants, and cheetah were all living alongside each other in Mesopotamia. Pretty cool.

Anyway, I wanted to respond to this:

Which was in response to a thing I posted:

Pina: Thanks for the addition! I don’t know much about the technicality Rome’s devegetation of the Mediterranean periphery, but - like you - I’ve read some cool articles about it, and then forgotten to bookmark them. (I know that I have at least one good article in print form, about Roman devegetation; I’m going to try to find it.) I’m glad you mentioned it!

The first image is in the public domain and depicts a rhino-shaped ritual wine vessel made of bronze, from about 1100 to 1050 BC, during the Shang era. (The piece is housed at the Asian Art Museum of San Francisco.) The second image is another bronze wine vessel from a site in Shaanxi Province, this time inlaid with gold and hailing from later in history during the Western Han period, about 205 BC to 10 AD. (Photo by Wikimedia user Babel/Stone.) The rhinos in both of these pieces are depicted with two horns, meaning that they likely depict the Sumatran rhinoceros; this is corroborated by the existence of fossil remains of Sumatran rhinos from across China prior to 1000 AD.

On devegetation in the ancient world:

Yes, it feels like the ecological effects of empires prior to the Middle Ages are not just “under-discussed,” but dramatically overlooked. Some “quintessential and iconic African fauna” like lions and cheetahs lived throughout the Fertile Crescent, until devegetation during the late Bronze Age and, a few centuries later, the ascent of Rome. Caspian tigers (a distinct subspecies of tiger) also lived nearby, in Anatolia, the Caucasus, the shores of the Black Sea, and Persia - right up until the 20th century, in fact! (Other iconic species present on the periphery of ancient Mesopotamia were Asian elephants; leopards are still present.) Aside from the devegetation of the Fertile Crescent and the later landscape modifications of Rome, I also don’t see a lot of popular discussion (there is academic discussion, though, obviously) of ecological change in Zhou-era and early imperial China, either. While early Mesopotamia is famous for the amount of social prestige ascribed to irrigators and engineers, who were evidently essential to maintaining the domesticated crops so important to “hydraulic civilization,” early China (apparently) also revered irrigators and engineers. At least according to folklore and written histories, before the Han period, seasonal floods, especially in the Yangtze watershed, would regularly destroy human settlements. Also, there far more tigers, leopards, rhinos, and elephants present; rhinos and elephants lived as far north as the Yellow River until empire really expanded, and the animals lived as far north as the Yangtze River into the European Renaissance era. So, those people with the technical expertise to “tame the wilderness” by damming rivers or calming floodwaters were given prestige and sometimes treated as folk heroes. [Chinese history is not a subject that I really know a lot about. I’m just relaying the observations made in one of the better books on environmental history in East Asia, which is Mark Elvin’s The Retreat of the Elephants - 2006.]

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On empires’ use of soil degradation to “sever connections to land” and “indirectly” destroy alternative or resisting cultures:

Seems that empire uses ecological degradation to enact a “severing of relations” (in Zoe Todd’s words). Basically: If you destroy somebody’s gardens, then they have to come to you to buy food. Furthermore, destroying someone’s connection to land will also harm their cultural traditions rooted in that land, eliminating a threat to the imperial cultural hegemony and erasing “alternative possibilities and futures” from the collective imaginary. (And destroying the imagination doesn’t just harm the invaded cultures, it also prevents the relatively privileged people living in the metropole or imperial core from “achieving consciousness” or whatever, wherein someone living in 150 AD Rome or 1890s New York City might imagine an alternative system and potentially dismantle the empire from within.)

It’s violence; destroying soil, cutting forests, it’s violence. But when empires destroy soil, they get to maintain a little bit of plausible deniability: “Ohhh, it’s not like we outright killed anybody, we just accidentally degraded the soil and now you can’t grow your own food. Damn, guess you have to rely on our market now, which also means you have to assimilate/integrate into our culture.”

Europe, the US, and the World Bank did this in West Africa after “independence.” They said “oh, yea, sure, we’ll formally liberate you from colonial rule.” But since the palm and sugar plantations were already installed, and many of the ungulate herds of the savanna had already been killed, what were new West African nations supposed to do? Miraculously resurrect the complex web of microorganism lifeforms in the soil? So what the US and its proxies are essentially doing is saying: “If you want loans, you have to keep the plantations and also install supermarkets to sell Coca-Cola.”

Todd: “The Anthropocene as the extension and enactment of colonial logic systematically erases difference, by way of genocide and forced integration and through projects of climate change that imply the radical transformation of the biosphere. Colonialism, especially settler colonialism – which in the Americas simultaneously employed the twinned processes of dispossession and chattel slavery – was always about changing the land, transforming the earth itself, including the creatures, the plants, the soil composition and the atmosphere.” [Heather Davis and Zoe Todd. “On the Importance of a Date, or Decolonizing the Anthropocene.” ACME An International Journal for Critical Geographies. December 2017.]

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On the use of non-native plants as a sort of “biological weapon”:

The use of non-native plants and agriculture to enforce colonization and empire is the whole focus of this influential book from Alfred Crosby. (I have some issues/criticisms of some of his work/theories, but his work is generally interesting.) Crosby popularized the term “neo-Europes,” and he proposes that European empires attempted to subjugate the native ecology of landscapes in Turtle Island, Latin America, Australia, etc., while attempting to introduce European species, cattle ranches, pastures, dairy farms, gardens, etc. in an effort to “recreate” a European landscape.

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Speaking of Rome’s devegetation of the Mediterranean: One of the famous cases of Roman devegetation that made the rounds recently was that of silphium. A couple of excerpts:

[From: The Original Seed Pod That May Have Inspired the Heart Shape This historical botanical theory has its roots in ancient contraceptive practices.” Cara Giaimo for Atlas Obscure, 13 February 2017.]

Silphium, which once grew rampant in the ancient Greek city of Cyrene, in North Africa, was likely a type of giant fennel, with crunchy stalks and small clumps of yellow flowers. From its stem and roots, it emitted a pungent sap that Pliny the Elder called “among the most precious gifts presented to us by Nature.”

According to the numismatist T.V. Buttrey, exports of the plant and its resins made Cyrene the richest city on the continent at the time. It was so valuable, in fact, that Cyrenians began printing it on their money. Silver coins from the 6th century B.C. are imprinted with images of the plant’s stalk -- a thick column with flowers on top and leaves sticking out -- and its seed pods, which look pretty familiar:

[End of excerpt.]

Silphium is extinct now. There is a lot of conjecture about what, specifically, caused the extinction. But it looks like the expansion of Rome across the North African coast of the Mediterranean, and Rome’s development leading to soil degradation, is a likely cause.

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Thanks @pinabutterjam :3

The scale of ecological imperialism’s effects ... planetary, no escape. It’s exhausting.

#long #sorry #sorry sorry #thank you pina

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian Chapter 13 reactions

Well, that was... well. in short I quite enjoyed some of what happened while din was there and I didn’t really care about what happened while he wasn’t there lol. I think it’s becoming increasingly clear that I just don’t care for the episodes dave filoni writes for this show, which is simply a matter of taste I guess.

(if you loved this episode wholeheartedly -- probably look away now, I’m going to be a bit of a downer about it and I don’t want to shit on your joy haha)

- let’s just get this out of the way first: there’s a lot of stuff around rosaria dawson and transphobia in real life and yeah, of course that affects how I watch the show. I don’t even want to talk that much about ahsoka in this because of it. she was not that good in the role, after seeing how it played out I don’t think the character needed to be in this show at all, and she should never have gotten the role in the first place and that’s about it for what I’ve got to say.

- dave filoni consistently does things with din’s characterization that feels off and weird to me, subtly out of place with what we see in other episodes (he’s... ruder? more short tempered/cocky/actively or aggressively interpersonal? more prone to express himself directly than he is usually? idk how to describe it but filoni!din always feels one step to the left of what he should be and I’m so hyper-attuned to this character that when something’s a bit iffy with him it throws everything else off haha. it feels like a shallower, more convenient read on him and I don’t like it)

I also think filoni is almost too familiar with and in love with the source material sometimes? “A Mandalorian and a Jedi? They’ll never see it coming” is undeniably a great line that echoes in decades of deep lore and so on, but dave my good man din had no real idea what a jedi even is until literally this morning. we, the audience, know about this long and storied history, but unless ahsoka spent the afternoon explaining it to him din still only knows the faint outlines of it, he has no personal experience of or attachment to it. it’s not bad, as such, it just rings false to the character based tone of the show for me personally

- positivity break: baby sitting perched on the dashboard to be close to papa while they’re in hyperspace........sd sdfskdjhfdsakjksdhfkasjd

also this is some full on madonna and child in the manger shit and I am LIVING for it (odds he’s crying quietly behind the helmet here? pretty damn good if you ask me). the mundanity of what’s essentially the shitty spartan bathroom of the razor crest on one side contrasted with the light and tenderness and love on the other? amazing, a perfect microcosm of what this show does with combining the grittier everyday down to earth stuff in the star wars universe with myth and wonder and magic and through it elevating both

- the idea of having an iconique samurai/sword duel standoff and a western standoff going on simultaneously is genuinely inspired, but in action it didn’t really work for me. (the sword duel stuff needs these moments of stillness with sudden outbursts of violence and then stillness again, the western standoff needs mounting tension until it’s nearly unbearable, and cutting between them the way they did you sort of didn’t get either to its full potential. again it’s a cool idea, though, I hope someone picks it up and does it better at some point)

- seeing a jedi and a mandalorian wander together through a burned out wasteland left desolate by greed and warfare should have hit me harder than it did but for some reason it didn’t, idk. thematically sound, though, I like it a lot on the metaphor level

- I LOVE that pure beskar makes a specific sound, and that it’s an almost ethereal noise like the high clear chime of a distant bell. also now din has something to fight light sabers with that isn’t the dark saber which makes me so happy because you guys I do not want him to be the mand’alor. keep that funky laser sword away from my dad, apart from killing him at the end that is literally the most boring way to end his arc pls do NOt

- wow they really went in hard on the samurai stuff in this one huh! there is a part of my mchanzo-loving heart that thrives on seeing a space cowboy and a space samurai team up, *wild otp-fuelled whisper* they’re twin genres inextricably entwined okay they belong together if you see this spreadsheet I’ve made over here --

- even knowing it was just a trick I felt such intense distress seeing the signet pauldron away from din. like the attachment I have to these pieces of metal because That Armour Means Dad... wild

- they really chose the dumbest name possible for the baby huh fsajdfhsaj I agree with din his name is ‘kid’ now (eh just give me a while to get used to it probably I’ll come around)

also... you know what I’ve said before about shrinking the big unknowable galaxy ‘the mandalorian’ has been setting up? wow did they do that big time in this one, and it makes me feel decidedly :/. why does the baby have to come from the jedi temple, is there truly no other tradition of force users in the entire galaxy he could be from? WHY do you have to pull thrawn into this when most people watching this show won’t even know why he’s such a big deal? is this a stealth tease for a rebels sequel? if so why spend an entire episode of this show that only gets eight precious episodes a season on it??

- on a more fun positive note: baby’s clothes are clean again, so it’s confirmed that din does wash them (and I guess that he does have some means of washing clothes aboard the razor crest!). I loved... most of the dad and baby stuff in this one, but then don’t I always I’m easy to please that way haha (the ‘playing catch’ sequence felt a bit off to me but I don’t know why. din being like ‘he’s so stubborn’ wasn’t... eh. didn’t land right. “that would be a first” was fun tho lol)

- having ahsoka state the baby’s feelings out loud like that felt... weird? and also kind of unnecessary in parts, like yeah he’s a baby who’s been passed along to different groups of strangers and experimented on by empire scientists, you don’t need to spell it out for me that he’s been scared and lonely, or at least spell it out more interestingly? it’s such blunt force storytelling where it didn’t need to be? there are more elegant ways to get the same things across, I am absolutely convinced

- ...wow while I was watching the episode I was mostly like ‘okay this is Fine I can go along with it’ but seeing what I’m thinking about in hindsight... yeah probably my least favourite episode of this show full stop haha, it took the spot from chapter 5 which was also a filoni ep

- I did 100% genuinely adore the whole part of din approaching the town and meeting the magistrate. consistently hiding the baby behind his cape and his arm? being deliberately, teeth-grindingly dispassionate with everyone, just giving them nothing? getting to see a bit of professional bounty hunter din again? wonderful in every way, I love this man

- lots of meaningful shots of baby in the middle with a mando on one side and a jedi on the other, it’s almost like they’re setting up some Themes here lol

- ...do you think din told ahsoka about either the rhino-levitating or the force choking. because girl I don’t think not training him is going to make this just go away haha, he just won’t know what he’s doing

- it makes me so sad that baby connects his force powers with being abused :( (also a heartbreaking sign of just how much he cared about din from the very beginning, since he used it on the mudhorn to save him anyway ;________; was that like. literally the first time he sensed kindness and affection in anyone in like twenty five years or... )

- I understand why ahsoka would feel this way because of her past and specific traumas, but tbh attachment in a baby? probably a good thing, he doesn’t really have the higher brain functions to cultivate non-attachment yet and needs a safe figure because again. he is a baby.

good on her for realizing it’s not a task she can take on both for the baby’s sake and her own, and also that din is that baby’s Dad though. the way she smiled at the end watching them leave seemed vaguely hopeful/had a little bit of wonder in it, like maybe she felt the potential for something good there, something she couldn’t conceptualize from her background but could sense the tentative outlines of anyway?

(also so much pressure on a lil bb to decide his path... his dilemmas should be limited to what colour socks he wants to wear today not the course of his entire life :( I know he’s a magic baby but.......)

- idk maybe I’ll find more affection of this episode through rewatches, you never know

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta

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ashariajade reblogged your post and added:

Or the clan of two. I wasn't ready for that.

I was a little disappointed that the Space Rhino is still his signet. I was hoping Baby Yoda would be it!

abetternameneeded reblogged your photo and added:

How does this feel like irony?

Mainly it’s that the horse, a mode of transportation made obsolete by the automobile, is now in charge of policing automobiles when they are at rest.

ardent-38 replied to your post “Baby Yoda”

As someone who understands a decent amount of Star Wars lore, what’s a foundling...?

In the canon of the show, the concept of Foundling is introduced as an orphaned or helpless child who is taken in by the Mandalorian culture, with the idea (though, importantly, not the expectation) that when they come of age they may become a Mandalorian themselves. It’s a found family trope -- it’s made clear in the last episode that whether or not the child chooses to become a Mandalorian, they are given a loving and caring home until they are an adult. It’s important within the show because the titular Mandalorian himself was a foundling, but also because looking after abandoned children is evidently of paramount importance to the culture. So it’s not just that Mando picked up this kid and felt responsible for them, it’s that when Baby Yoda is given the title of “Foundling” they become important and precious to all Mandalorians and Mando is required by law and culture to act as a full parent. It’s just a really nice “full circle” moment that Mando was a Foundling and now he is responsible for the care of one.

hellenhighwater replied to your post “Baby Yoda”

I was so excited when that happened but then my brain immediately tried to put a Mando helmet on his head and the EARS sam. How is this going to work??? How will they survive it???

Well, the armorer made it clear that it’s not Mando’s job to make Baby Yoda into a Mandalorian by creed, but to parent them until they come of age or he finds their birth parents. Like it seems to me the show is setting up not to have Mando train them, but to have Mando go on a sacred quest to find where they’re actually supposed to be. That said, I love the idea of Baby Yoda becoming a Mandalorian and possibly having some kind of cool modified helmet to fit their ears, though it also seems like they’re pretty flexible and they could probably tuck them down. :D

But I really actually want like, a normal Mandalorian helmet with two huge stylized horns on either side for the ears and when asked about it MandoYoda is just like “Off with your questions you can fuck!”

darkrosenine replied to your post “Baby Yoda”

I think the Mandalorian singlehandly saved the reputation of SW as one of the greatest scifi universes ever (B5 is up there tho)

It really is a solid piece of sci-fi and a credit to its canon. I liked The Force Awakens and I loved The Last Jedi, but Mandalorian was enjoyable on an entirely new level for me as someone who doesn’t consider themselves “in” the Star Wars fandom.

ceilingriver replied to your post “Do you ever get involved in fandoms whose canon you've never been...”

Just out of curiosity, what was the fanfiction?

It’s called Stuck On The Puzzle. Someone recommended it on my dash and I took a look because it seemed interesting and totally got pulled in. It’s pretty heavy on BDSM (like, seriously, read the tags before proceeding) which is not usually my jam, but I really enjoyed the emotional/spiritual journey that Cullen goes on, and I do like me some hurt/comfort.

Also I know of at least two people who have actually been pulled into Dragon Age fandom by the fic, so it’s doin’ right by its canon :D

rsfcommonplace replied to your video “rsfcommonplace: @copperbadge Have you tasted these? Or even found...”

What about mustard ice cream?

I haven’t found that either! Though I’d try that, simply because I don’t know whether or not I’d like it. I’ve heard that in the ice cream sandwich hot dog thing it’s pretty awful.

sparrowhawk17 replied to your post “obeekris: systlin: gornwen: systlin: systlin: By the way,...”

Is it like the alcoholic version of the Beverly? Because that tastes like death unless you Like grapefruit, but makes for an awesome prank on the uninitiated at the Coca Cola museum.

No, not in my experience, but then, supertaster. I find Beverly tastes a bit kale-like to me, super heavy on mineral flavor, and Malort is more floral. But I also like Beverly, so.....

confusedoptimist replied to your post “obeekris: systlin: gornwen: systlin: systlin: By the way,...”

The real question is why they sell Malort in central illinois. We are 3 HOURS from chicago WHO IS DRINKING THIS.

I would guess the answer is mostly “suckers visiting friends in central Illinois”. :D

#reply all #confusedoptimist #sparrowhawk17 #rsfcommonplace #ceilingriver #darkrosenine #hellenhighwater #ardent-38 #abetternameneeded #ashariajade

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mrmrswales · 5 years ago

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A Speech by The Duke of Cambridge at the Tusk Conservation Awards

Thank you Kate, and good evening everybody.I am delighted to be here again at the Tusk Conservation Awards.

Earlier today, Catherine and I spent some time with the nominees and finalists. Their bravery, single-minded determination, and commitment to African conservation is deeply deeply humbling.

So it’s fantastic this year that we’ve been able to see their exceptional work on such an exceptionally big screen! These wonderful films really bring their powerful and inspiring stories to life. And they help to highlight these nominees’ fantastic work to a global audience. So thank you very much to all of tonight’s sponsors for their help in supporting these films, backing the awards, and making this evening possible.

Over the years, I have been lucky enough to visit a number of Tusk supported projects all across Africa, most recently in Namibia and Tanzania last year. I’ve seen first-hand the hugely important work that people like our finalists do, day-in and day-out, to protect Africa’s wildlife.

Africa is still on the frontline of conservation. And nothing brings that home more starkly than the sobering roll of honour that we have just seen. These brave men and women lost their lives fighting to protect the natural world.

Their tragic deaths are a terrible reminder of the human cost of this issue.

Tonight we remember their courage and selfless commitment.

These conservationists and rangers have lost their lives because Africa remains at the forefront in the battle to end the illegal wildlife trade.

There have been big strides in recent years on banning the international ivory trade. But we have a long way to go in eradicating the trade in other animal parts that threaten so many other endangered species.

You need look no further than the fact that in the last twenty-five years the number of wild African lions has halved to less than twenty-five thousand.

Their population is under serious threat from continuing loss of habitat, human wildlife conflict and poisoning.

And the fact that there is still a demand for lion parts and other animal products like rhino horn in the 21st century is disgraceful and baffling. Of course, Governments have a major part to play in legislating against the illegal wildlife trade. But it isn’t their job alone.Business must also step up their efforts to make the trade impossible.

That is why the work of the Transport and Financial Sector Taskforces in tackling IWT is so important.

In the transport sector, it is promising that the airline and global shipping industries have proposed new regulations to ensure tackling illegal wildlife trade is an industry standard.

And in the financial sector, I’m particularly encouraged that FATF – the intergovernmental body that sets the standards for combating money laundering – will prioritise the illegal wildlife trade this year. This is a crucial step in incentivising the international financial system to treat the illegal wildlife trade as a serious organised crime. It is only through cooperation and partnership between Governments, NGOs, businesses and law enforcement, that we will make this trade unprofitable and too high risk for these global criminal networks.

And of course, this will both protect Africa’s precious wildlife, and the communities whose livelihoods and futures depend on it.

As we approach the start of a new decade, the challenge ahead of us is clear and urgent.

Climate change, human population growth, exploitation of natural resources, and habitat loss all pose major threats to the precious balance of our natural world. My father has been ringing the alarm bell on these issues for years. He inherited his passion for the environment from my grandfather, and passed it on to the next generation.

Right now, young people the world over are ringing that planetary alarm bell louder and with more determination than ever before.

My generation and those following are acutely aware that we cannot simply carry on as we are. We have to move faster and more effectively to find ways to balance our demands on this planet with the nature we share it with. But we must resist the tendency to look at these environmental challenges with shock, despondency or pessimism. So as we approach 2020 – being described as a ‘super year’ for the environment - let us instead seize the opportunity of a new decade to move forward with optimism and action.

If we put our collective minds, energy and resources to it, we have the ability to reset the planet and show the generations that follow us that we rose to the challenges we faced. Let me finish by congratulating our finalists and award winners again, and thanking Tusk for shining a spotlight on their incredible achievements through these awards.Carlos, Tomas, Gladys, Jeneria, Benson and their colleagues are truly inspiring and give us all hope that change is truly possible.

Thank you.

#tusk19

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atths--twice · 5 years ago

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Mulder and Scully watch “Zootopia” and one (or both!) can’t help but pick up on the resemblances 🦊🐰💕

You asked for it, here it is! Hope you enjoy it. 🦊❤️🐰

Mulder and Scully Watch Zootopia

“So what movie did you settle on?” Scully asked, as she walked over to the couch, a bowl of popcorn in her hand, chewing on a few pieces.

“A really good one,” Mulder answered, reaching for the bowl as she got closer. She sat beside him and saw the television had gone into its screen saving mode. She glanced at him with her eyebrows raised. “Settle in, my dear. Get cozy.” She laughed and leaned against him, waiting to see what he had picked.

“Please don’t be Plan 9 From Outer Space. Please, please,” she whispered, over and over and he laughed.

“Stop. We haven’t watched that one in a long time,” he said, as he picked up the remote and pointed it at the television.

“Zootopia? A cartoon? Mulder… what?” She turned her head and looked at him, finding him grinning at her.

“Scully, we have a little one now, she’s going to watch these movies, we need to be up to date on our children’s films,” he said, throwing some popcorn into his mouth.

“Mulder, she won’t be watching anything like this for a long time. By the time she does, this movie will be considered old school.”

“Well, I happen to like old school,” he said, grinning as he fed her a piece of popcorn. “Besides, it’s a Disney film. Do those ever truly become out of date? People still love Snow White and The Little Mermaid so you’re argument is invalid.” He threw more popcorn in his mouth and shrugged his shoulders.

“You especially like The Little Mermaid,” she teased and he shrugged again.

“What can I say? I like a redhead who doesn’t have a lot to say,” he said and she pulled away from him, moving to the end of the couch, crossing her arms in mock anger. “Oh come on now, don’t be like that.” He laughed and tickled her foot. She jumped and moved it out of his reach, tucking her feet under her butt.

“Ahem.” She heard and looked over to see him pulling a pack of licorice from beside the couch. He opened it and took one out, holding it just beyond her reach. She made a grab for it and he pulled it away, patting the spot beside him and moving the licorice to his other hand. Sighing loudly, she got up and sat beside him again, putting her hand out for the licorice.

“Uh uh,” he said, tapping his cheek and waiting. She huffed and leaned over to kiss his cheek, but he turned his head and she kissed his lips. As she pulled her head back, he handed her the licorice, a big smile on his face.

“Gotcha,” he said, taking a bite of his own licorice and grabbing the remote again.

“Hmph,” she pouted, taking a bite, then smiling at him.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” he said, handing her the popcorn and putting his arm around her.

“So what exactly is this movie about?” she asked, laying her head on his shoulder and taking another bite of licorice.

“Hmm. Well it’s about… animals and probably songs?”

“You have no idea?”

“No, so let’s just turn it on and watch it, okay? Sheesh.” He pushed play before either of them could read the summary of the movie.

“I suppose one day we’ll have to take a trip to some Disney park,” she sighed.

“I’m already tired thinking about it,” he groaned and she laughed.

The movie started and they were both quiet, until Scully laughed at the little gray cat playing all the musical instruments.

“Oh, a bunny family who owns a carrot farm, how cute. 275 brothers and sisters, that’s hilarious,” Scully snorted.

Mulder handed her the licorice when she snapped her fingers, pointing toward them. Taking out two pieces, she handed one to him and kept one for herself.

“God, the academy training. I don’t think I was ever as tired as after those 5 a.m. runs. Well, until I was up all night with a newborn,” she said, shaking her head.

“Yeah,” he laughed, reaching for some popcorn, alternating bites between that and the licorice. “Look how small Judy is compared to everyone else. She reminds me of you.”

“Shut up!” she said, pushing against him.

“She does! Look at her, trying no matter what, exhausted, always around those bigger than her, that’s you.” He shrugged and she sighed.

“Whatever…”

“Ah, Scully, look at her! She took down a rhino! Not in three inch heels, but she is a bunny after all, where would she find ones that fit?” She laughed and finished her licorice, quiet again as they watched Judy graduating from the academy.

“Oh!” Scully laughed. “Foxes are the worst! Her dad is giving her fox spray! What if my dad had done that?” She tapped her fingers to her lips, hearing his scoff as his mouth dropped open and he reached to take the licorice back. She was too fast and stopped him however, making him pout, his lower lip sticking out.

“The train, the different sized doors. Oh my God, the population of Bunnyburrow constantly changing,” she chuckled and he laughed with her.

“There’s the song,” he said when the music started.

“It’s a Disney movie, Mulder, of course it has a song.”

They laughed at the city as Judy arrived at the train station, commenting on the animals, and the details involved in it all. Mulder paused the movie while she got up and got them some water, settling back beside him and taking a drink as he started it up again.

“Mulder… I think… oh my, that’s Idris Elba,” she smiled and he shook his head. “Oh, this movie just got a whole lot better.”

“Scully, he’s an animated Cape buffalo-”

“Shhh…” she said, closing her eyes and listening, a smile still on her face. “His voice, Mulder.” She shook her head and he huffed out a breath. Opening her eyes, she looked at him and bumped him with her shoulder. “Say it.”

“Seriously?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Sculllllayyyy,” he said in a low voice and she inhaled, the timbre of his voice making her weak.

“Mmm, so much better than Idris,” she said with a purr.

“If you want to pause this,” he said eagerly, already reaching for the remote to do so.

“No, let’s keep watching it,” she said, shaking her head. “But know that I will be interested later.” Sliding a hand down his thigh as she set her glass on the coffee table, he growled. “Very interested.”

“You’re terrible,” he said, shaking his head.

“You know you love me.”

“Do I know that? When you tease me the way you do?” She looked at him and he smiled, putting his arm around her again. “Yeah, I do know.” He kissed her head as they watched Judy giving out parking tickets.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, fox!”

He had to rewind it, both of them laughing and missing the next part of the movie. When he turned it on, they laughed again, but softer, still able to hear the movie.

“Oh, he seems shifty, for sure. As most foxes are,” she teased. “Oh my God, Mulder, the cherry on top of the ice cream! And Jason Bateman… Mulder, this is hilarious.”

“No need to close your eyes and sigh for his voice, huh?” he scoffed.

“No. His humor and sarcasm though…” she shrugged and smiled. “Oh… see I knew it, he’s shifty.” They watched him making smaller popsicles from the big one they melted down, collecting the sticks, and then selling them as wood for mice.

“Huh, see I wouldn’t consider that shifty, more like resourceful,” Mulder said and she scoffed.

“He preyed on Judy’s kindness, made a profit from something he didn’t pay for, and then a double profit from the trash.”

“He had a permit, see?”

“So, he bends the rules just a little, and that’s okay? Sounds like someone else I know,” she chuckled.

“Hey now, I slightly resemble that remark,” he said, squeezing her shoulder.

“Oh, he absolutely resembles you. Look at his tie, all loose around his neck. Hmmm.”

“Offer still stands to pause it,” he teased and she laughed.

“Nick does resemble you though and her me, trying to keep you in line.”

“Plus he’s way taller than her, so there’s that too.” He gasped when she elbowed him in the ribs. Groaning as he made a show of rubbing them.

“God, doesn’t the stature and general overbearingness of the police chief, your precious Idris, remind you of Kersh?” Mulder laughed. “His face when we quit reminds me of the way he’s yelling at Judy.” She laughed and nodded in agreement.

“She’s a dumb bunny, but they’re good at multiplying,” she laughed and shook her head. “The humor in this is fantastic.”

“A naturalist club, genius,” Mulder said with a chuckle.

“Sloths working at the DMV!” Scully howled with laughter. “They were there all day… oh my god.”

“Mr. Big is a tiny shrew, I swear this is too funny.” Mulder laughed, reaching for the blanket on the back of the couch and covering her as she put a pillow on his leg and laid down. She sighed, the blanket warming her, as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.

“Aww, here comes the sweet bonding moment,” she said, and then felt herself actually tearing up when they saw Nick get pushed down and muzzled by his so called friends. “Mulder if anyone ever treats our girl that way, bullies her I mean…”

“Yeah.”

Quiet for a bit, his fingers now running through her hair, she tried to shake the thought of her little girl being hurt by her friends, being pushed around, and it made her heart hurt.

“Stop thinking about it, Scully,” he said quietly and she sighed.

The movies case seemed to be solved, though things were still not completely figured out, and then Nick and Judy were fighting and no longer friends.

“Why do Disney movies always have to punch you in the gut like this?” she asked and he chuckled lightly, his fingers softly stroking. “Now she’s going home, almost time for the climax.”

“Climax, Scully? Seriously, I can still pause it,” he said, his fingers halting in their movements. She pinched his leg and he laughed, resuming stroking her hair.

“Aww, see? She’s found Nick and apologized, everything will be okay now,” she snuggled into the pillow, pulling the blanket closer around her.

“Oh. My. God. It’s like Breaking Bad. How is this a kids movie? This stuff would go right over their heads,” Mulder laughed. “WALTER AND JESSE! Scully…” He laughed harder, hitting the couch as she smiled.

“Foreshadowing at its finest,” she said, watching as Nick pretended to attack Judy, just as she had acted it out in the talent show years ago, and thus catching the perpetrator who was causing havoc in the city.

“Ohh, now Nick is a cop and they’ll be partners. Everyone should have a fox for a partner, any kind of Fox,” she said, rubbing his shin. He hummed and rubbed her shoulder.

“So are all rabbits bad drivers, or is it just you?”

Scully sat up quickly, having heard almost those exact words from Mulder many times in the past, minus the rabbit part.

“Oops. Sorry.”

“Scully,” Mulder said quietly, his eyes huge.

“Sly bunny.”

“Dumb fox.”

“You know you love me.”

“Do I know that? Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Scully,” he said, sitting forward as she sat with her mouth hanging open.

“Mulder… How?”

“I’m rewinding it,” he said, grabbing the remote. They watched it once again, both of them laughing.

“Mulder, we joked about it being us, but it actually is us,” she said, as the movie ended and the credits began to roll, music playing once again. “It’s like they knew us.”

He shook his head and turned the movie and the television off, setting the remote down. He looked over at her and laughed, before standing up and bringing their glasses and the popcorn bowl to the sink. Shaking his head again, he turned to look at her. She stood up and shook her head, laying the blanket across the back of the couch.

“Well, it’s safe to say you picked a good movie,” she smiled, meeting him halfway in the living room and wrapping her arms around his neck, staring into his eyes. “I really enjoyed it.” He scoffed as he put his hands on her waist.

“I noticed that you did.” She smiled and pulled him down for a kiss, her tongue licking at his lips.

“What do you say we take this upstairs, dumb fox?” She held his face and then ran her hands down his chest.

“After all the times I asked you to pause it, now you call me a dumb fox and expect to get in my pants?” he scoffed and she laughed, running a hand over the front of his pants. He jerked, but she felt him respond.

“That’s exactly what I expect to happen,” she purred and he exhaled a deep breath. “You know you love me.” He smiled and cupped her cheek.

“Do I know that? Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Clever Fox…”

“Sexy Scully…”

She laughed, pulling him upstairs, intent on making good of his description of her.

#fanfic #xfiles #msr #love #family #movie night #zootopia #happiness

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royaltealovingkookiness · 5 years ago

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I was totally not going to do Zutara Week, but seeing all the great stuff around I just had to write this. Story inspired by this fantastic piece of art. Read on AO3 or below. @zutaraweek

Day 1 - Gifts

The Painted Lady glided through the red-and-gold hallways silently. It had been so long since she set foot in this place. Not since the virtues of justice and charity were abandoned by its owners in pursuit of glory and riches. But there were murmurs that things had changed. She was curious.

The kitchen was bustling with activity. Knives dancing on chopping boards, pans sizzling with sauces, the fire burning in the oven.

“Don’t forget the plum-glaze on the pig-chicken, Michi, it’s the General’s favourite,” the head cook elbowed a sleepy sous-chef.

Two young women were working on a dessert in the shape of a pond made from sparkling blue jelly, sculpting delicate turtle-ducklings out of melted candy. “It’s coming along nicely,” the chef gave them an encouraging nod.

She tasted the soup steaming in a huge pot with an uncertain expression. “Perhaps add a little bit more lemongrass? I’m afraid that the recipe I’ve had sent in from the South Pole is dreadfully unspecific on the spicing. But don’t make it too hot,” she instructed the plump woman in charge.

The Painted Lady continued her way up to the second floor. Servants were busy decorating the dining hall with garlands and lampions. It was a cavalcade of colours and shapes; the sun and the moon, red and blue dragons, pink, green and yellow fish and birds. The long tables were already covered with crisp white table-cloth, and set with fine china bowls and plates. Laughter and chatter brightened the hall as the servants worked eagerly, careful to make everything perfect for the omiyamairi.

The Painted Lady continued her way and came to a halt in front of a heavy wooden door.

A young guard passed by her, unaware of her presence as he came running, yelling excitedly. “The guests have arrived.”

The woman standing in front of the door in Kyoshi uniform, motionless like a statue, scolded him on low voice. “Shhhh, she’s sleeping.”

The Painted Lady slid past them, into the room. It struck her how different it was from the rest of the palace. Brighter, softer. Instead of heavy crimson and gold curtains, the windows were covered with light white and blue linens. The paintings on the walls depicted curious animals from all around the world; penguins and turtle-seals ducking in icy ponds, sky-bison and flying lemurs soaring in the blue sky peppered with fluffy clouds, badgermoles clawing their way around their intricate tunnels under the green grass, dragons circling in the setting sun, turtle-ducks swimming in a pond, komodo-rhinos and ostrich-horses running wild in green pastures. A world once believed to be irrevocably lost. But hope sprung again that things could change for the better.

She frowned when she noticed the figure covered in black leaning over the cradle.

“You!” she said in alarm. “I didn’t think I’d find you here.”

The figure lifted his face, a familiar blue-and-white mask of permanently mischievous grin.

“Well, I could say the same, my Lady. It’s been far too long,” the Blue Spirit greeted her, his voice low and gravelly.

She lifted her hands. “Step away, evil spirit, she’s under my protection. I’ve brought her gifts.”

There was no way he had a better claim than her to be the baby’s guide.

“Get in line then, I suggest,” he snickered, “because I got here first.”

“What could you give her that she’d want?” the Painted Lady grimaced. “The world has had enough evil already.”

“The spirit of freedom and self-reliance.” The Blue Spirit placed his hands over the cradle in a motion of blessing. “And that of selfless sacrifice,” he added quietly, like it was something private, something he didn’t want to share with her.

“What would you know about selflessness?” She didn’t believe him for one second. He was a well-known trickster and trouble-maker, only ever looking out for himself.

“The truth is, we spirits are shaped by the beliefs of humans in us. And thanks to her father, people see me differently now. Something of a hero. Savior of the Avatar, I’m sure you heard,” the Blue Spirit winked at her. Yes, the Painted Lady had heard something about that, even if it was hard to believe that he of all spirits could ever change. “He helped me remember who I was and what I really stood for.”

The Painted Lady pondered his words. His story was strangely familiar. It was something they apparently had in common.

“I know what you mean. I have started to fade away - there was too little justice and charity left in the world to sustain me. But her mother reignited the flame in people’s hearts and my shrines are once again alive. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been.”

“Justice and charity are noble gifts indeed. Go ahead, my Lady,” the Blue Spirit stood aside, letting her close to the crib.

Lifting her veil, the Painted Lady leaned over the sleeping baby. Fine, dark-brown curls framed her delicate face.

“She’ll have her mother’s hair,” she noted with satisfaction. She felt connected to the young woman whose spirit awakened her from a long lull of frozen sleep, and by extension to this child.

The Painted Lady marked the baby’s sand-coloured skin with red spirit-paint for justice and drew a silver-moon on her forehead for charity. Her fingers were light as the night breeze, yet the little girl stirred and opened her eyelids. Her eyes shone like golden gemstones, as she stared at the spirits calmly.

“She has her father’s eyes,” the Blue Spirit pointed out with satisfacton and reached out to tickle her arms gently. He seemed surprisingly warm, almost fatherly.

The baby started to wiggle, kicking off her covers. The spirits gasped when they noticed the two rag-dolls lying next to her in the crib - black and white, blue and red, a man and a woman.

“That’s us!” They looked at each other in wonderment.

The baby made excited noises. The connecting door opened immediately and a young man dressed in red pajama pants appeared with a worried face.

“That’s him,” the Blue Spirit whispered.

The Painted Lady watched him curiously as he leaned over the crib and lifted the infant. Was he good enough to have stolen the young girl’s precious heart? He held his daughter close to his bare chest, supporting the back of her fragile neck with his strong hand. The baby quieted against his heartbeat, her little fists gripping his long, black hair.

“You think she’s hungry, Zuko?” A voice from the other room called. The Painted Lady recognized it immediately as the voice of the caring, young girl.

“Maybe,” he replied. He ran his fingers along the baby’s cheek. “Come little Turtle-Duck, time to see Mummy.”

They disappeared behind the connecting door.

The Painted Lady hurried after them, but the Blue Spirit planted himself in her way.

“Where are you going, my Lady? Our mission is done here. You know the rules,” he reminded her.

He was right of course. The divide between the world of humans and spirits couldn’t be crossed lightly. The spirits were not to meddle unnecessarily. But the Painted Lady wanted to see her so badly, to make sure she was happy. She smiled coyly at the Blue Spirit, he was known for bending rules after all.

“Just a glance,” she promised and he let her pass. She glided through the door and he followed her only after a moment of hesitation.

The room was veiled in silvery-soft moonlight. There she was on the large bed, propped up against the pillows, cradled in her husband’s arms, her blue eyes sparkling with the purest joy. The baby rested on her breast, small hands grasping unto her mother’s skin. The hungry gulps and snuffles of the infant as she suckled were the only noise in the room.

“What a beautiful family,” the Painted Lady sighed happily.

“I think they were made for each other,” the Blue Spirit nodded in agreement. “And however small, we had a part in this.”

“Ssshhhhhh,” someone shushed them. They looked around startled. Yue, the moon spirit scowled at them from above.

The Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit backed out of the room quietly; it was never a good idea to anger the greater spirits.

They paused in the empty nursery, unsure of how to proceed, now that fate brought them together in such a strange way.

“Well, I guess, this is it, my Lady. Until next time,” bowed the Blue Spirit.

The Painted Lady was about to say good riddance, for old times' sake but she couldn’t shake the picture of the happy family from her mind. Creation, rebirth, peace, unity, love. Maybe the spirits could learn from the humans too every once in a century. Maybe their faith in the spirits could really change them for the better. She watched the Blue Spirit pensively, remembering the young man cradling his family.

“Actually, I’m heading south,” she started hesitantly. “Gaipo region is suffering from floods - I could use the help.”

To her surprise, the Blue Spirit nodded eagerly. “It is a worthy cause. Lead the way, my Lady.”

#atla #Zutara Week 2019 #atla fanfic #blue spirit #painted lady #zutara #zutara fanfic #brusselssprout writes #Day 1 #prompt: gifts #rtk does zutara week

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Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

MissingArm!AU: When escaping the cave, it wasn't his tail that got crushed. In exchange for his innocence, he gained a sordid past. The Pure Heart Valley seemed like a good place to escape. To start a new life with a new family to forge a new identity. However, when the past rears its ugly head Mao Mao's forced to step up or be put down.

AN: Ho boy, this chapter was longer than I expected (again) so this is again going to be split into two parts. So, the title won't make the most sense. I've been putting off uploading it for.... reasons. Regardless, this chapter has very little Mao Mao in it, instead I focused a bit more on comedy. I feel that we need some light-hearted fun after Mao Mao's nonsense. The song recommendation here is Queens of The Stone Age - Go With The Flow. As always, follow @spookylovesboba on Tumblr/twitter/youtube, and enjoy the chapter.

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What happened?

That was the only question in Badgerclops mind as he picked up the broken pieces of wood. Headquarters was a wreck. The front door had been smashed to pieces, along with a large part of the wall. The TV was broken, which sucks. What doubly sucked was that their couch, Sofia they called it, had fluff flowing like blood. The destruction went through the entire HQ. Not even the dojo was spared. Axes, maces, spears, swords, knives, and arrows sticking out of the walls and floors like the spines on a porcupine.

And it was all on Badgerclops to clean it up. He didn’t even have Adorabat to help him. She wouldn’t leave Mao Mao’s side, besides, he didn’t want to bring a hyperactive 5-year-old to this tetanus factory. At least his metal hand couldn’t get splinters. It made gathering all the broken pieces of wood much easier. What wouldn’t be so easy was the repairs. The windows were broken, and duct tape might fix the sofa. Duct tape wouldn’t fix the broken equipment in the garage. He couldn’t even salvage any tapes because those were torn apart, too!

What the hell happened?

Badgerclops didn't have time to wonder because the monster alarm began blaring throughout the house. Fine by him, he hated cleaning up. He slid down the pole to the garage, hopping onto the aerocycle. It roared to life despite the damage. Riding the adrocycle alone, Badgerclops couldn’t help but think that it seemed… bigger. He ignored the feeling. Badgerclops revved the engines and slammed right into the garage. His face left a nice imprint on the metal shutters.

“Oh, come on! How did you manage to break the fucking garage, too!” he screamed, clutching his bloody nose.

He blasted a hole in the garage with his laser-cannon (he was going to need to fix the garage anyway) and rocketed towards the valley.

* * *

Badgerclops landed in the valley plaza. Sweetipies were in a panic, running around like chickens with no heads. Muffins was hiding in her bakery, Pinky was throwing bricks through the windows of said bakery. Pinky may be worse than smallpox, but he couldn’t cause this much chaos. At least, not often.

Badgerclops thoughts were cut short, quickly stepping out the way of a laser bolt that left a black stain on the ground.

“Fear me!” Orangusnake yelled, firing a laser tool at the valley. “The Ruby Pure Heart belongs to the Sky Pirates.”

Where’d he even get a piece of heavy artillery?

The entire group stood on one of the roofs with their laser cannon. While the piece of artillery was concerning what was sitting next to it made him open his right eye. The cybernetics zoomed-in, identifying Jǐngtì with a yellow danger outline. If he was half as strong as his father he’d be trouble. More worrisome was that fighting Jǐngtì could anger Mao Mao, and that man had earned his red danger outline.

Badgerclops didn’t think he’d be trouble. Jǐngtì looked less than thrilled. He sat down with his feet dangling over the edge, the purple bandana over his face as he looked off into the distance. Badgerclops hoped it stayed that way.

Badgerclops turned his hand into a megaphone. “Attention all Sky Pirates under the authority of the Pure Hart Sheriff, please kick yourselves out before we do it for you!”

“Like you have that authority! You aren’t the sheriff,” Orangusnake yelled back.

“What! Of course, I do. I’m the sheriff!”

“No. Mao Mao’s the sheriff. You’re just a… cop, I guess.”

“I can be the sheriff, too!”

“I don’t think you can.”

“Listen, I’m not gonna take this from someone who can’t tie their own shoes.”

“Actually,” Jǐngtì spoke up from the sidelines,” Orangusnake’s right. There is only one sheriff per county, which considering Mao Mao’s head law officer of this entire kingdom it would make more sense to call him police commissioner or maybe chief of police. While he is right in saying there can only be one sheriff, it doesn’t make sense to call Mao Mao a sheriff.”

Orangusnake raised an eyebrow,” where’d you even learn that?”

“Learned a lot of law stuff in prison, but fun facts about law enforcement doesn’t matter. We’re here to take the Ruby Pure Heart not shoot the shit with a cop,” said with a roll of his eyes.

“Right, and their precious, little sheriff isn’t here to stop us!”

“That’s because he’s in the hospital,” Badgerclops answered.

“Oh, is he going to be okay?”

“Camille said he should be out in a week.”

“Tell him I wish him well.”

“You do know that your villains and he’s the sheriff, right?”

Orangusnake squinted his eyes. The gears in his head slowly turning as he realized the problem. “Uh… I hope he stays in the hospital?”

“Wow, going to say that you hope he stays in the hospital when his son is right there? That’s so mean. I think you owe him an apology,” Badgerclops said, exaggerating every expression with a thespian flare.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

Jǐngtì rubbed his temples. “Orangusanke, for the love of God, don’t listen to the cop.”

“Okay, geez… don’t have to be so mean about it.”

While messing with them was fun Badgerclops figured it was time to move on. He charged his arm cannon and pointed it at the group. “Hey, Jǐngtì can you move to the right.”

“Fuck off.”

“...Hey Sky Pirates, can you move to the left?”

“Okay,” they said in unison.

As soon as they moved away from Jǐngtì Badgerclops took the shot. The blue energy blast taking them -and a sizeable chunk of the roof- flying over the horizon.

“What did I just say,” Jǐngtì screamed at the speck flying over the horizon.

“Give it a rest Daddy-Issues.”

“Yeah, I know. Banging my head against a brick wall," Jǐngtì muttered, "why aren’t they in prison?"

"They are surprisingly stubborn,"

“We’re okay,” was heard echoing over hills, right one cue.

Badgerclops gestured for Jǐngtì to come down. Jǐngtì simply gave him the middle finger. Badgerclops crossed his arms and gestured again. Jǐngtì turned away, refusing to look him in the eye, but Badgerlcops kept staring at him. The silence stretched on for five minutes before Jǐngtì relented with an exasperated sigh. He pushed himself off the roof, dropping to the ground with deceptive grace. He certainly was more dexterous than his mother, perhaps his father, too. Badgerclops’ cybernetics made note of that.

“What do you want,” he spat.

“Nothing, I just wanna check on you,” Badgerclops said in a white-lie.

Jǐngtì seemed to notice something was up. He cocked his head to the side and looked Badgerclops up and down, ear twitching while he thought, his paw dangerously close to that golden dagger. Was he going to attack?

Badgerclops jumped when Jǐngtì suddenly crossed his arms. “Why,” he asked.

“Cause your father would be devastated if anything happened to you.”

Another half-truth.

“Fine. What do you want to ask?”

“Nothing, just come with me,” Badgerclops said.

Jǐngtì gave him a dismissive wave of the paw but followed behind Badgerclops anyway.

First, Badgerclops had to do the normal formalities and procedures. He normally the official nonsense to Mao Mao. Shame the bootlicking stickler wasn’t here. First was the piece of artillery. Badgerclops could tell it was old and those idiots probably couldn’t modify any cannons the airship had. Could they?

“Hey, Daddy-Issues! Know where they got this?”

“In one of the trash piles at the junkyard.”

What the hell was this doing in the junkyard? Questions for later. Right now, he should take a page out of the SKy Pirates book and salvage the trash. Badgerclops went to work with his metal arm, disassembling it, quickly packing it up, and then tossing it all the way back to HQ. With any luck, he could use the parts to fix the garage.

Next was examining the damages. There was the torn roof which he’d blame the Sky Pirates, and that was about it for damages. Oh! And that soot mark on the ground. Badgerclops turned his hand into a hose to wash it off but stopped when he noticed something was off. The black spot wasn’t a scorch mark. It was a hole.

Badgerlcops kneeled down and peered into it. The hole was deep, dark, and dangerous. A hollow space under the plaza was a massive sinkhole risk. He was also sure that some sweetiepie would fall in sooner or later. He was fine with Pinky disappearing into the abyss, but God forbid anything happens to Muffins.

Badgerclops went to patch the hole when he heard Jǐngtì call out,” Hey, fat man.”

“Call me Badgerclops.” You rude little bastard.

“I refuse to believe that’s your actual name, but whatever. You know what this pink, disgusting thing is?”

“That’s just Pinky. Ignore him and he’ll go bother someone else.”

“It’s not the rhino. It's another pink, disgusting thing.”

“Please don’t describe our King like that?”

“I’m not talking about the lion, although he is also pink and disgusting.”

“Then what are you talking about?”

“Just see look over your shoulder.”

“What do you want me to… see..,” Badgerclops words droned off when he turned around.

A blob the size of a house sat in front of them. At least Jǐngtì was right to call it pink and disgusting.

“You know what this is?” Badgerclops asked.

“Why would I know? I got here last month, and I’ve spent most of that hanging with a group of idiots.”

“Just don’t mess with it,” Badgerclops said, taking a few steps to get a full picture of the creature.

It was pink, a semi-liquid, Newtonian fluid… What was Jǐngtì doing?

Jǐngtì stood next to the blob, staring back at Badgerlcops with petty defiance in his eyes. He reared back and kicked the blob as hard as he could. Badgerclops tensed up, expecting something to happen. The blob did nothing except shake like a mound of jello.

“Be careful! If you get hurt your father’s going to hold me responsible.”

“It’s always about my father-”

The blob lashed out. Landing a swift strike to the stomach that sent the boy sprawling across the pavement.

“Jǐngtì!”

Badgerlcops rushed to Jǐngtì’s side, holding him in his arms. Is he okay? Badgerclops didn't know what to do. The kid made a strange hrrrk, hrrk, noise from the back of his throat. What was it? It couldn’t be good, right? Suddenly, Jǐngtì pushed away from Badgerclops. He stumbled to a stop before emptying the contents of his stomach all over the ground. When he was done vomiting Jǐngtì stumbled back, almost falling until Badgerclops caught him.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jǐngtì said even though the lie was as plain as the nose on his face.

Badgerclops lead Jǐngtì to a nearby bench for him to catch his breath. “How does this feel,” he said, kneeling down to gently touch the bruise on Jǐngtì’s stomach.

Jǐngtì winced in pain, which was enough of an answer. Badgerclops robotic eye revealed that the kid didn’t have any ruptured organs, but they were definitely bruised. He made a mental note to take him to Camille before remembering Mao Mao was there. What to do? What to do? He wasn’t going to leave without making sure Jǐngtì would be okay.

“Hey, Jǐngtì…,” Badgerclops said, looking up to see Jǐngtì wiping tears from his eyes.“You know, I don’t care if you cry, right?”

Jǐngtì waved Badgerclops away, making Badgerclops chuckled before he cleared his throat. “Hey, Jǐngtì uhh… do you need a place to stay? Cause your dad’s not going to be home, and I figure you need a place to stay.”

“Don’t you need to do something about the blob?”

“I’ll set up some tape around it and maybe it won’t hurt too many sweetipies.”

“It already ate the pink rhino thing.”

Badgerclops looked up to see that Jǐngtì was right. Pinky was floating in the mucus. Unfortunately, he wasn’t suffocating.

“Well, I’ll also give it a medal or something.”

“You can stand, right,” Badgerclops said, helping Jǐngtì to his feet.

Things have really gotten out of hand haven’t they, he thought to himself. Badgerclops wearily eyed Jǐngtì. He was a criminal; there was no dispute about that, but Jǐngtì needed someone to watch him, not arrest him. For the time being, at least.

#MMHOPH #Fanfic #Writing #Mao Mao #BAdgerclops #Orangusnake #Jingti #MissingArm!AU #Thus chapter is kind of funny #Or at least I think it is #Sky Pirates

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