#so so so excited for snorf

[bearotonin-international]

@astrophysical-bean You are currently the whole team’s favorite person 💙💙💙

While the official Bearotonin International branding colors are light blue, the team will admit to having a lifelong love of pink :)

I'm totally open to suggestions on little decorations and colours (I am really not good at deciding on colours)! The little green dots are there just to help me indicate where the mid-line is for symmetry, they're not part of the actual design. But, here is a rough draft. I hope the team is doing well and is having a relaxing holiday.

This. This is

Marvelous. Delightful. Magnificent. Everything we hoped and dreamed for

The team is filled with so much joy right now, thank you! 💙💙💙💙

May we make one small request color-wise? The team is not particularly fond of yellow or orange so maybe any other color at all for the snorf? We are not picky though (other than our strange team-wide aversion to orange and yellow), and trust wholeheartedly in your artistic expertise!

The team cannot express how much we love this.

[igneous-croc]

Its funny, looking up articles for my thesis, participating in congress, they all make me feel like I know nothing of geology and that it's not for me, but if you ask me a question about it I'll positively talk your ears off about it

[toboldlynerd]

A beautiful sneef snorf to you!!

Counting the days I get to see you again!! 💕💕

[thegravityshark]

I just want something good to happen. Jackpot was a bundle of joy that I could come home to and now he's gone. He's gone and I won't get to pet him or kiss his noggin or call him a silly baby. He won't stare at me and grunt qhen he wants my food. He won't sniff snorf loudly anymore. He won't climb on me after work to smell where I've been. He won't run past me on the stairs and stare me down while I come up after him. He won't run down on the left side and stop right in front of me so I'll poke him with my foot. He walked down the stairs with only three of his four legs, he was silly like that.

He won't be there on the couch when I come down. He won't be hogging my bed once I've gotten out of the shower. He won't demand more pets by nuzzling my hand. He won't get so excited his tail turns into a helicopter. He won't make his weird excited yipping when I get back from an errand.

He'll never claw at the carpet like he was digging for something. He won't climb on my desk to try and steal food.

I miss him. I miss this little dog so much. I wish he was here so I could hold him. I want to tell him I love him. I want to scratch under his ears. I wish I had gotten to tell him Merry Christmas. I wish I had spent more time with him. I wish my last thought of him when he was alive wasn't that I was annoyed by him waking me up so early with his coughing. I want to apologize to him for not doing enough.

I want Jackpot back

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

this is our life || hanji || trial 1.1 || re: ikko

Click click click click click.

Clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick.

Idly, maybe even rather listlessly, Hanji follows after the rabbits like everyone else, twisting and turning a rather peculiar combination puzzle in their hands at a terrifying speed: a Rubik's cube dyed in monochrome, pieces jagged and sharp like an abstract art piece-- a Ghost Cube. They knew where they were being led to, and they knew that it was going to take a long time.

They look down at the cube. Sure, they could do this. Solving a puzzle like the one in their hands, they mean. They were good at puzzles, their SHSL revolved around it. But, this was also a toy-- a murder was still a puzzle to them, a murder was, in fact, not a toy to fiddle with in your hands. And that's why Hanji was so excited to have a shot at trying to solve it.

Because it was something they weren't good at, much less have experience in. No amounts of watching it on TV was gonna make them an automatic professional.

The ghost cube got mangled as quick as it had been a square-- click, click, click.

We'll see how many times they can solve it before trial end. Standing at their podium, soft clicking faint to the ears barely reach through the room as they speak up.

"...Ain't no objections t'that, doctor. What wit' everythin' y'said, an' th' fact that there ain't no signs o' struggle or a fight either. Ain't no marks on th' neck, ain't no injuries, ain't no shit in his nails... 'cept fer the white fabric, o'course."

They take their hand away from the puzzle briefly to push their glasses up.

"Y'know, It's real convenient 'ta 'ave ya 'round, pointin' out all the fancy schmancy detail like that. It'd be a darn shame an' inconvenient fer all o' us if ya went an' kicked th' bucket, so I sure hope that ain't in yer schedule, doc."

They let out a low growl of a wicked cackle before their expression falls flat again. Hopefully, that jab will only make Ikko live out of spite. It'd suck to lose the Queen piece.

"...Let's settle on one topic though, fer now. Like doc said, dude's been poisoned. I think every'un here can agree. I mean, a vial was thrown in th' fuckin' kitchen trash wit' no effort in hidin' it like some sorta dumbass. It ain't smell like anythin', though."

sneef sneef snorf

"My theory used t'be that it had t'be some'un not strong enough to bring Hisakawa down physically that they had t'resort t'poison, but most o' ya are pretty dang wimpy lookin', so. Now it all goes down t'who Hisakawa trusted enough t'eat wit' them."

[bastardbvby]

GUYSSSSSSSSSS IM BACK WITH MY BABY

[wyrddogs]

So we all know that I want to do field trials with Kermit, right? And I am attempting to imprint him on rabbits, right? He needs to see a rabbit, and then he needs to smell the scent trail, and then prey drive should (more or less) do the rest, right?

Bindi flushed a jackrabbit on this morning’s leash walk. It took off about two feet from us, ran across the parking lot, and disappeared into the darkness.

My fucking dachshund had his fucking back turned and did not see the fucking rabbit.

So Bindi pulls both of us into the bushes. While she is jumping around in excitement, I’m like yes Kerm! yes go sniff! smell the rabbit that was sitting here just a second ago! snorf it up! yes! bunny! good! delicious! And Kermit was like, ah, a tiny stick, I am going to eat it.

Then Bindi stomped on him several times and got her legs tangled up in his leash and started dragging him around, and while I was rescuing my puppy, she almost knocked me face-first into the bush we were in. And this was happening in a residential area with a security car parked like a block away, and I’m like boy I don’t look suspicious at all...

So I still need to find a rabbit.

[knifeshoeoreofight]

For @rain-drop-sky for all the computer help, and for @nomorelonelydays, to feel better. 

tw: Single very brief, non-detailed mention of animal neglect (Sid has rescue animals). 

Sid loves his job, so much, but if one more mom in yoga pants and a puffy vest hits on him he’s going to scream.

The farm makes the bulk of its revenue during the fall season. Families and school groups flock in to pick out the perfect pumpkin and buy freshly pressed cider. The goats get spoiled rotten, and Puck and Stanley, his team of Percherons, get plenty of exercise taking tourists on hayrides.

The Shetlands he puts in a back pasture, though. Cute as they are, they’re conniving little shitheads, and he has visions of them biting some little kid’s fingers or managing to get loose in the apple orchard and giving themselves colic.

He hadn’t even wanted ponies, but Officer Hornqvist had called him when they were seized by the police in a neglect case, and had asked that since he had a horse trailer and the property, could he keep them for a couple days, et cetera et cetera. He’s taken one look at the tiny, then-skinny ponies with their tangled manes and mud-caked coats and known they were coming home for good.

Now Maple and Biscuit pretty much rule the place. Biscuit once got loose and walked right in the back kitchen door. They boss the enormous Percherons, Eunice the donkey, the goats, and even the dog. Ref is a Border collie and he tried to herd the ponies. Once. And never again.

So when Sid takes a break from the yoga moms and goes to visit them, he’s more than a bit concerned when he sees a little girl standing in front of their paddock.

She’s not supposed to be here, but she looks too little to be able to read the “No Trespassing” signs he puts up around the private areas of the property. She’s not doing anything dangerous, just standing a couple feet back from the fence, hands clasped in front of her. 

When he gets closer he hears that she’s breathlessly and enthusiastically talking to them, in something other than English. Her face, when he can see it, is wearing the rapt expression of a saint receiving an angelic visitation.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Sid says softly, trying to not startle her. She jumps anyway, and Sid feels like a monster. She’s precious, with huge dark brown eyes and a big wispy bow in her curling hair. “It’s okay, hon. Do you know where your mom or dad are?”

She just blinks at him, eyes going too shiny and her little chin wobbling. Fuck.

“It’s okay, I promise,” Sid says soothingly, crouching to be more on her level. “Are you lost?”

There isn’t any comprehension on her face. She says something softly in a Slavic-sounding language to Sid, and points a tiny finger at the ponies.

“Yeah,” Sid says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible, so she can at least understand his tone. “Ponies! Do you like them?”

Keeping himself from getting any closer to the girl, he awkwardly crouch-shuffles to the fence, where Maple and Biscuit are crowding close in hopes that he has treats in his pockets. Well. He usually does.

He takes a baby carrot from his pocket and lays it on his flattened palm. “Look,” he tells the little girl. He lets Maple snorf up the carrot, then pulls another from his pocket and holds it out enticingly to the little girl. She sniffles but shuffles closer, and holds her hand out. Sid shows her again how to flatten her hand so the ponies won’t accidentally bite her. She’s shaking a little as he gently takes her elbow to guide her hand towards Biscuit.

With atypical gentleness, Biscuit lips up the carrot, and the girl gasps at the whiskery brush of his muzzle. She looks back at Sid, eyes big and shining with wonder. He helps her pet the little star on Biscuit’s forehead and to scratch his withers. Biscuit closes his eyes and leans into the fence with a theatrical groan.

The girl giggles, and while Sid may be susceptible to kids in general, it’s maybe pretty much the cutest thing he’s ever heard.

“Ok?” he asks her, and she nods.

“Ok,” she repeats softly, and then: “Papa?”

“Alright sweetheart, let’s go find Papa,” Sid tells her, and stands, holding out a hand to her. She puts her hand in his and he tries not to die inside from how small it is inside his own.

Halfway back to the shed where the cider press is, Sid sees a tall, distressed-looking man talking to Jake, gesturing and holding a hand above the ground at about the height of the little girl still clutching Sid’s hand.

“Papa!” she cries, and lets go of Sid to go pelting into the man’s knees.

“Sonechka!” the man cries, and scoops her up. He closes his eyes in relief, and clutches his daughter to his chest.

Sid fidgets with one of the sleeves of his flannel where it’s come unrolled. The guy is. Tall. Very.

The man anxiously talks to his daughter in what Sid is beginning to think is Russian for a moment, before she launches into a feverishly excited story, waving her hands and twisting in her father’s arms to point excitedly at Sid.

The man raises his eyes to Sid’s. They’re the same deep, woody brown as his daughter’s.

“She say she got lost and you find her,” he says, the deep, accented rumble of his voice sending a shiver down Sid’s spine. “Also, something about—“

The girl interrupts him with another torrent of words, eyes wide and hands flailing.

“—baby horse?” The man hazards, after she finishes.

“I found her by the ponies,” Sid explains. “She was a little upset so I let her pet them. I hope that was okay.”

“Her favorite thing in world,” the man explains. “She have book and blanket and picture on the wall and tv show, everything ponies. We live in city her whole life. She never see real one before.”

“Oh,” Sid says, and feels his already melting heart completely dissolve. “Would she like to sit on one?”

“Oh no, we cause so much trouble already—“ the man protests, but Sid waves him off.

“It’s no trouble, I swear it’s not. I can tack one of them up and just lead them around a little bit.”

“You sure?” The man asks, and Sid nods. The man explains something to his daughter in Russian. She gasps and goes completely stiff, mouth dropped open.

When she turns around to gape at Sid, the shining amazement in her eyes is worth everything.

***

On the way back to the paddock, Sid learns that the little girl's name is Sofia, and that she’s five. She and her father Evgeni have actually just moved to town for a fresh start. Evgeni is friends with a Russian couple from town called the Gonchars, and is staying with them while he gets settled.

“We need something different,” he says. “Get out of city, move somewhere more healthy for Sofia. She have asthma and city has bad air. Her mama—“ he pauses for a split second. “Her mama go home, to Russia. Not coming back.”

“I’m so sorry,” Sid says softly, heart aching. How could anyone just leave such a precious little girl?

Evgeni shrugs, but Sid can see pain flicker across his face.

Their conversation is interrupted by their arrival at the ponies’ paddock. There’s a high-pitched whicker and then both ponies come trotting to the fence.

“Oohh,” Evgeni says, and the way his face lights up tells Sid he’s as much of an animal lover as his daughter.

A lot of Sid’s friends have kids small enough to still sit on the tiny equines, so he has a set of tack for each. He chooses Maple for Sofia to ride, and lets her help brush Maple’s fuzzy winter coat and shows her how he picks out her hooves.

“We have to make sure there aren’t any rocks stuck in there, or it can hurt their feet,” Sid explains, Evgeni’s murmured translation echoing him. Sofia nods, very intently, and leans down to peer closely at Maple’s foot. After a long inspection, she nods at Sid. Sid hides a smile at how serious she is.

She wants to make a braid in Maple’s mane, and he lets her, even scrounging around for one of the rubber bands he uses when he braids Puck and Stanley’s manes and tails for shows. Evgeni stands off to one side, smiling widely and filming everything on his phone.

Finally the little saddle and pad are in place,  and the girth is tightened. Sid hands the lead rope to Sofia.

“You can walk her out,” he says. “I’m going to walk right on her other side. Are you ready?”

Sofia nods, the child size riding helmet Sid keeps around bobbling a little on her head. Sid kneels to tighten the chinstrap a little and secure it. When he looks up, Evgeni is watching them both with soft, misty eyes.

They carefully walk out, Sid keeping a hand on Maple’s halter, but out of Sofia’s line of sight so she can feel like she’s leading Maple all by herself.

Sid has a sandy roundpen where he exercises his horses, and he takes Maple and Sophia inside. Evgeni leans on the fence while Sid carefully sets Sofia on Maple’s back. Her eyes are wide as saucers as he takes hold of the lead rope and gently tugs Maple forward into a walk.

“Papa,” she says, little voice quavery. To Sid’s horror she’s got fat tears rolling down her cheeks. She sobs out something to her dad.

“Is she scared?” Sid asks. “Do we need to stop?”

“No, no,” Evgeni says, and he swipes at his own wet eyes with one large hand. “She’s just so happy, she says.”

“Aw, hon,” Sid says. His heart is so past melted. It’s evaporating. He leans down to Sofia’s eye level. “You okay?”

She takes a deep, gulping breath and nods, then reaches out with both hands to tug Sid down and give him a strangling hug around his neck, her tear-damp face smashed against his.

“You’re so welcome, sweetheart,” Sid tells her, and straightens to keep leading Maple forward, blinking rapidly to try and keep his own eyes from overflowing.

***

Jake does alright holding down the fort and Sid’s able to give Sofia her ride and to show her how to untack and put away Maple. They all feed handfuls of hay to the ponies and then Sid walks them back to the front of the property and the field where people park their cars.

“Can’t thank enough,” Evgeni tells him. “Can’t...riding lessons so expensive. Would like to give her, but..” He trails off, looking miserable. Sid aches for him.

“All my friends’ kids ride the Shetlands,” he tells Evgeni. “It’s why I bother to keep all the gear for them around, keep their training up. I’d love to have you both back, I really would.”

Evgeni starts making a lot of noise about how he couldn’t possibly, et cetera, and Sid decides he’s going to have to change tactics.

“I’m having the Hornqvists and the Fleurys over for dinner this Saturday night,” he explains. “They both have girls around Sofia’s age. Maple and Biscuit are going to be tacked up anyway. Why don’t you come? Bring Sofia? She can make some friends, you can meet some of the locals. Could be fun.”

“Sid,” Evgeni says, looking a little overcome. “That’s— yes. We can come. Thank you, so much. Not easy, moving to new town.” Something seems to occur to him. “Ok with your family? You have wife, or.” He pauses. “Is okay more people for dinner?”

Sid coughs. “No, uh,no. It’s just me, and all the animals. That’s kinda why I like having people over. Not as lonely.” Shit. He hadn’t meant to say that.

Evgeni’s eyes are soft, and he smiles. “That’s good. Good not to be lonely.”

Sid feels his cheeks grow hot. “Yeah.” He can’t seem to look away from Evgeni’s eyes: warm and dark and…. something else.

“Call me Zhenya,” Evgeni says, and he bumps his shoulder gently against Sid’s.

[rheddradio]

❌👁️ Crooning, oohs and awhs, moaning too... it fills the air, the sky, your insides... THE ENGINEER leans forward, pressing its clammy face to Cal's visage; sniffing and snoffing... snorf snarf.

❌👁️ "OH, YOU LOVE US? THAT'S SO EXCITING... SO ADORABLE, SO, SO, SO... LOVELY. IF WE HADN'T EATEN OUT OUR HEART SO LONG AGO, IT'D BE SO FULL RIGHT NOW, HAHAHOO.... WELL! STAND STILL, THIS WILL FEEL... SO MUCH SO. YOU WON'T AND YOU WILL... FEEL A THING!"

❌👁️ A beat, a pause; and many tendrils extend from THE ENGINEER's flickering form, caressing all over Cal's body, slipping underneath his outfit oh SO gently to reach inside of the wound itself... It feels like seaweed sliding over your foot, then like being waxed. Soon, a hand trails out of Cal's body, pulling back to the entity... and with it is a SPECIFIC WOUND. ENGI is holding it as if it were a piece of decor.

❌👁️ "THERE, WE'VE REMOVED THAT NASTY THING... YOU'LL FIND THERE'S NO TRACE, BUT YOU WILL FEEL US... HOOHOO! MAYBE FOR A LITTLE WHILE... YOU'LL SEE AND HEAR AND TASTE MORE THAN YOU CAN HANDLE. SO SORRY... HUMANS WEREN'T MEANT TO MINGLE WITH MONSTERS LIKE ME."

❌👁️ A tremble in the air, and THE ENGINEER smiles audibly. It feels like something running fingertips over your teeth and gums...

❌👁️ "WE MIGHT KISS IT BETTA, IF YA LETTA; BUBBLEGUM ALSO SUFFERED SUCH A TERRIBLE WOUND FROM AN ANGELIC WEAPON TOO. THE LITTLE RASCAL WOULD HAVE DIED HAD WE NOT PULLED HIM AWAY FROM THE FIGHT... HOO HOO, SO STUBBORN... WE CRAWLED INSIDE OF HIM AND KISSED HIM CRANIUM TO TOENIUM, AND IF YOU ASK, WE'LL MEND YA TOO! THOUGH NOT QUITE SO INVASIVE, HMHMHMHMHOHOHEURGH..."

[regalarcanasnorfs]

Mercedes and Melchior go to the pool! (headcanons)

Pool Day is the snorfs’ favourite day and even Melchior can’t help but wag his tail in excitement

When the time arrives Mercedes is dragging out a bag full of her favourite pool toys for the others to throw to her, Melchior just has his floaties not yet blown up

SPEAKING OF FLOATIES

blood red floaties with golden designs, Mercedes has a daisies and bubbles pattern, Melchior has “#1 Son” written on all of his 

Mercedes is jealous of Melchior’s floaties and sometimes tries to swap them

When they get to the pool they have to get told repeatedly to not run about

Mercedes still runs about excitedly and slips into the pool a lot

Slip n’ Slide

Melchior never actually enters the water willingly, he sits at the edge and swipes at the water until Mercedes comes along and pushes him in

When their floaties are on they do that walk where they stick their legs out fully and waddle

The amount of times Mercedes has petended to drown and scared the crap out of everybody

And yet they still fall for it, Lucio and Melchior the most

When Melchior does eventually get forced into the water that’s when the real Water War™ begins

The puppers tumble and try to sink each other and even though it gets pretty intense sometimes they know it’s all harmless games

“This bitch going down... YEET” *proceeds to belly flop on top of an exposed Melchior*

“Launching lethal missile in 3...2...1..” *shoots up from under the water and knocks Mercedes of her inflatable rubber ducky pool seat*

Speaking of which

Mercedes laying across foldable poolside seat under the shade of a dramatically big umbrella, glasses on and sipping her iced mochacino before pulling down her glasses and looking into the camera like in The Office

Like a true Meme Queen™

DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE play fetch with Melchior at the pool

He is extremely fast and will crash into things in an attempt to be a show off

This is the only reason Melchior gets excited for Pool Day or so he claims

At the end of the day it takes a lot of bribing to get them to leave

Back at the palace they have a nice warm bath while reminiscing over the fun day they both had

And they sleep like a rock immediately afterwards, good luck trying to wake them up before lunchtime the next day

[toboldlynerd]

papyrus and taro for the ask game? :D

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

I rediscovered it on my hot gay firefighter show (9-1-1 on Fox) and now I can't get enough of it. The tempo is so crunchy and Etta James sings so wonderfully about love. I always get transported into a better world for the three minutes this song plays :D

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

There a works meeting (Betriebsversammlung) tomorrow that I will have to partly organize as im in the workers union now. Very exciting and nerve-wracking cause im not the “speaking in front of people” type.

I want to hang up my posters, finally, but I hate my unreliable walls. Why are old houses like this?!

I finally found the exact birthday present for @karolincki I had in mind and have to finally book the train ticket. I never was in the South without my blood family so this is going to be exciting (hehehe! sneef snorf, beloved)

I could go on....

[sxturn-bxrs]

“ Yes! I made sure to doodle them down too for you guys m' smart hehe~”

He already was excited so finding Feliks with all his energy wouldn't take long, especially when the kid has a very powerful sense of smell. Everyone had a different scent even the two who care for him, but that helps him distinguish them as familiar and safe. Already taking off down the wooded path as he calls for him, sniff snorfing around like an adventurous pup.

“Feeeeliks! C'mon out or are we playing hide and seek again cuz I'll find you again!”

Looking high in the trees then inside bushes, at least he's getting rid of some energy.

“ Awwwwe..okay. And you both can help me and we can all be amazing together! No take backsies!”

With how bubbly he was despite the fall and conversation, it was a sad thought how others didn't like him just because he was different. He was innocent but there was some underlying damage mentally, although he might not express it too much now in safe company. There are times he acts up, mostly when strangers are around he hides or hissed in fear poofing up to seem threatening when really he looked like a feline/Canine.

“Are we traveling more today? Can I pick berries and shrooms on the way? I know the good ones now!!”