#sorry I find genetics fascinating

[nsfwitchy2]

Why does Batsquatch have such a Maine Coon face or am I making that up ebakwbwkhwje

[charliemwrites]

Just started reading your Men at Work fic, and of I have read correctly, the calico cat is a male. It's not that I want to be rude, I'm just hyperfixated im cats and stuff so I'll give you two facts. Calico cats are usually females due to the fact that the calico factor in chromosomes are only given in the X chromosomes, and are a passive gene (which means it's got to appear in both chromosomes for it to show, while the dominant genes only need one chromosome). Females have the XX chromosomes while males have XY, so it would mean that males could have the calico gene but not be shown as it doesn't show in the other chromosome. (I really do hope I'm explaining myself properly, I'm not English)

There is a possibility that a male is calico, but it's super extra rare. This cats have a genetic disorder in which they have two X chromosomes, making them XXY. Sadly, this condition also makes them sterile and very possibly have heart problems :((

(I'm not sure if you know this or if someone has told you, so sorry for my rambling. I'm loving the fic so far, and I love you, I've been reading your stuff ever since Woof Woof Johnny 🥺🥺)

Hi hi!! Don’t be sorry for rambling and I don’t find it rude at all! I didn’t know any of that and it’s fascinating! Like how orange cats are usually boys? Super weird but interesting! I like learning and it’s extremely funny that I happened to find the most unlikely combination by happenstance.

For the sake of your fixation, Ras doesn’t have to be Calico - or he could be a mixed breed (if that’s a thing cats do idk)! I don’t mind at all 💕

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 3 - Prompt: Full @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 729 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

“Were you wearing a hideous puce jumper at the ice rink?” he checked. Sirius tugged on Padfoot’s collar half-heartedly. “I think I was trying to avoid looking at it.”

“Puke? It’s not puke!” Remus protested, pushing up onto his elbows. “I love that jumper, my mum made it.”

“I said, ‘puce,’” Sirius corrected. “You might call it…erm, rose?”

Remus eyed him narrowly. “It was brown.”

“You must be colour-blind.”

“You must be French.”

Sirius smirked over Padfoot’s shoulder as he leaned down and hugged the dog’s chest. Then, he inhaled deeply and pulled back with all of his strength. Padfoot didn’t budge.

“Genetically, not by choice,” he said, grunting as he attempted to haul the dog off of Remus.

Remus pushed from the opposite side and between the two of them he was redirected onto the grass, albeit with a lot of high-pitched whining and annoyed sneezing. Sirius offered Remus a hand, which was engulfed in his colder, much larger one. As he folded his legs underneath him and lifted up, Remus’s solid weight nearly pulled Sirius to the ground.

Remus straightened to his full height. The bloke was taller than James, but not by much. He just looked absurdly tall because his arms were so long. They hung around his body at awkward angles.

His ugly olive utility jacket didn’t help. It was too long, had large, bulky pockets, and a grey tint that gave his skin a sickly tinge. Sirius was fascinated by Remus’s ability to glow with sun-kissed health and appear on the edge of death.

“Alright. You’ve studied every centimetre of me, what’s your assessment?” Remus teased, poking his tongue into his cheek.

Sirius arched an eyebrow as his gaze dragged leisurely over Remus’s lanky figure. “It’s a cursory evaluation at best. A ‘study’ would require a thorough examination, extensive experimentation, and detailed research.”

Remus’s lips twitched with amusement before pursing into an exaggerated “thoughtful” expression. The furrowed brows were a bit much, Sirius mused. He did have nice, full eyebrows though. Perhaps they were the reason that his eyes were captivating.

No, it’s the laugh lines.

Only someone who smiled often had deep creases around their eyes. James had laugh lines too. He’d sketched them while his best friend was telling an amusing story. They were a reflection of the pure joy trapped inside him.

Was Remus filled with pure joy too?

“Do you want to study me?” Remus asked. He tilted his head and a loose curl swayed against his temple.

“Perhaps.”

Remus fidgeted, toying with the hem of his beanie. “What’s your initial assessment then?”

Sirius folded his arms over his chest and considered the bloke in front of him. Remus wasn’t quite as confident now that he was on his feet. He seemed more at ease when he was flat on his back.

Interesting.

“You’re Welsh-”

“Obviously.”

“-spend quite a bit of time outside-”

“Correct.”

“-are not a dog person-”

“Sorry, Padfoot.”

“-and have terrible taste in clothes.”

Remus snorted a laugh, but he tugged at the jacket self-consciously. “Agree to disagree.”

“Your turn,” Sirius prompted.

“Well, your accent isn’t as pronounced as your brother’s,” Remus began. He idly stroked Padfoot’s head and avoided Sirius’s gaze. “So, I suppose you’ve lived in the UK a bit longer.”

Sirius nodded curtly, but didn’t interrupt.

“You’re decent on the ice, so you must have had lessons.” Remus glanced up for confirmation, then faltered at Sirius’s neutral expression. “Or skated as a child?”

When Sirius didn’t respond, Remus scratched his arm and looked away. “You dress like a skiver, but clearly put a lot of effort into it. I reckon you don’t like being perceived as posh.”

“Do you always create fanciful life stories for people you’ve just met?” Sirius asked.

Remus shook his head, intently focused on petting Padfoot’s head. “Only the ones I find interesting.”

“I’m not interesting, I’m attractive.”

“And humble too?”

Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. “I prefer honesty to humility.”

“That’s fair,” Remus agreed. He chewed his bottom lip with his teeth before meeting Sirius’s eyes again. “For the sake of honesty, I know quite a bit about you. Lily’s talked you up and so has James. Regulus less so, but still.”

“Hmm, it sounds like you’re studying me.” Sirius smirked and relaxed his stance. “Go on, I don’t mind.”

A startled huff preceded Remus’s incredulous grin. “I guess I am.”

[scp230kinnie]

HIII!! Can i request Dr. Bright, Dr. Glass and Dr. Clef with an s/o that can burn anything they touch when they want to? ty!

Various! SCP researchers x fire powers! Reader

Ermmmm okay itts been so long since I’ve written stuff

Characters: Dr. Bright, Dr. Clef, Dr. Glass

Warnings: Fire, cringe, not proofread

Dr. Jack Bright

-he loves lighting stuff on fire in the first place

-when he met you (or found out about your abilities) the interest in fire went up by 1000

- makes you light anything he needs tbh😭

- candles, joints, whatever the hell

- would LOVE to show you off whenever he can

- “look what my partner can do 😻”- him before making you light something on fire probably

- prays you won’t turn on him and light him on fire or something

-would for sure tease clef and kondraki

- would show you his favourite things to burn (everything)

- tries to get you to help him in pranks and stuff with that

- would probably try to get you to light him on fire to see what happens

- would make s’mores with you duh

- He thinks you’re………

-hot

-I’m so sorry

Dr. Alto Clef

not sure if he’s jealous or terrified

- at least you can keep him warm

- would get you a fire extinguisher every holiday as a joke

- will get insurance on everything immediately

-would definitely make dates exciting

-whether you do it for fun or just when necessary, he does NOT care

- would always get you to light his cigarettes

-will literally not accept a lighter

-like seriously will cross the entire foundation or something to find you just to light his cigarettes

-wants you to blow stuff up

-anyone he’s mad at he would definitely threaten to have you light them on fire

- will not stop with the fire puns🙁

Dr. Simon Glass

he thinks it’s badass as long as you’re not hurting anyone or yourself

- would spend all his time trying to make sure you’re not lighting anything on fire

- Without his permission

-definitely wants to study you more

-sorry but you’ll always be a test subject with him 😭💀

- would also get you a fire extinguisher every holiday, but not as a joke

-this man is always TERRIFIED for you and your safety

-along with the people around you

-is absolutely fascinated by you

-if you live together he tries his hardest to fire proof and safety the house

-even if you’re not using it

-he would honestly try to find ways to use your abilities in beneficial, productive, or creative ways

Okay guys that’s it pls enjoy

SEND ME SAW OR REPO THE GENETIC OPERA REQUESTS PLEASE😭 WHILE IM STILL HYPERFIXATED

That’s all bye

[readbyred]

HOO girls with a S/O who is Nico’s sibling? possibly a similar personality? except that they like to pass the time doing lots of researching (like what new skeletons can they make? what were historical figures like? all that stuff, but it stills drains them and they dont really realize it cause they’re too focused) and stealing kisses from the girls. you dont have to do this request if you dont want to! have a great day :]

Sorry for the late reply. Tbh this was the request I was the most excited to get to! An HOO request? In this economy?? Unreal /pos that being said I had nearly the whole work deleted (I fell asleep writing and my phone didn’t save, so that’s on me) and this sat in my drafts as I weeped

Though Reyna admires how eager you are to advance and improve when it comes to your art of necromancy, she still (on more than one occasion) gave you a stern talk, after you had completely exhausted yourself. You and she work well, Reyna likes having someone focused and driven to back her up and to talk to. However, she does like it when your more nerdy side comes out, there’s always a smile on her lips when you ramble. Anytime you still a kiss it comes as a surprise (since your demeanour can come off as distanced and gloomy, not overly affectionate) and flusters her greatly. Please, don’t do it around her camp because she will literally combust, she gets so red anytime it happens too

Annabeth completely understands getting too focused on your research to do anything else, but she doesn’t let that stop her from reprimanding you every time that happens. A few times already, as you finally stood up from your papers and promptly fell down from your legs falling asleep and overall dizziness, she scooped you up and sat you on bed. She acts like it was not a big deal, but it’s so attractive every time. Even if she lectures you right after. However, she’s still willing to help you expand your abilities, or just learn history with you. This leads to many study dates that you finish with discussing your favourite new facts, that you just learned. When you try to steal a kiss from her she tries to act like she’s not flustered, sometimes goes like ‘really?😒🙄’ but it’s hard to hide the small smile forming on her lips. If she’s been missing you for some time, expect her to pull you back in, for a longer kiss right after

The one it would take you the shortest to charm would be Piper. She likes all things alt and more on the edgier side plus she would find it absolutely adorable when you showed her your nerdy side. She has no idea when your on about sometimes, but still tries to contribute to your research by giving you books you might like and taking you on history-related dates (Annabeth gave her a list of cool battlegrounds and niche museums to visit with you). Loves to watch you experiment with your powers, she thinks it’s both weirdly charming how happy you get and also badass. If anyone would even try to give you a hard time because of who your father is, she would find them. You’re a totally iconic duo all around the camp. Since you had to be born in a different era to even exist, she quickly catches you up on pop culture and such. If you try to steal a kiss from her, she’ll get a bit flustered, but she’s also like, “game on” and it turns into a competition, which one of you can catch off guard the other one faster

Though she may not completely understand your fascination with death (she supposes that it’s genetic, given your heritage) Calypso likes to listen to you talk about your discoveries. She’s far more interested and engaged when it comes to modern facts, but she’s willing to elaborate on things that happened in the past. She retells you tales from her visitors in exchange for helping her catch up with the times. If you had drained yourself out she’ll help you get back to health, it’s like a second nature. Brings you snacks and water too. Though she usually comments on how reckless you are with your health. If you try to steal a kiss from her she literally freezes for a second. Congratulations, you broke her. Even if she tries to play it off afterwards, she’s not fooling anyone

There’s nothing Rachel loves more than painting with you talking in the background. Sometimes she even makes works based on your stories and discoveries. She completely understands how it is to get too focused on something you like to do anything else. Still, she checks up on you, undeterred by your gloomy demeanour, to see if you’re alright every time you lock yourself up with a book or two. She has totally asked you if she could decorate the skeletons, I take no criticism. When you steal a kiss, you always leave her with a bashful expression

[neronoirr]

What is it about the macabre that interests you?

I've had this in my inbox for a while, so sorry to whoever asked this, it's an answer I've struggled to put words to and can't say I'm about to find them, but I'll try.

I feel my love for the macabre is something that was always there, almost genetic. I was always the child who lived in anticipation for Halloween, over Christmas, planning my costume months in advance (vampire, usually). I was raised in a superstitious family, and was always surrounded by ghost stories, which even today still fascinate me. As I grew I was exposed to horror movies, and books which added more fuel to the fire.

Naturally, in my teens and early 20s I was a goth. While I can't present as alternative as I'd like these days, nothing on the inside changed. The music is still very much a part of my life, still dress in black. Regularly haunted the local cemeteries, and will hopefully be visiting Highgate this year with another goth friend, finally.

My point is, there was always something in me I can't explain which drew me to the macabre, never a conscious decision. I was just coded that way and likely always will be.

I know that doesn't properly answer your question but I hope it will suffice.

Thank you so much for your question!

[tadpolesonalgae]

Hello Hellooooo!

This most recent chapter of cbmthy is... it's everything to be honest. I got the notification that you posted while I was at work (you're forever catching me while im doin things), and I hid for a lil bit to read.

I love the little snippets of reader's interests that we see while Az is still carrying her through the sky. Especially because it makes me pretty excited to see their trek through autumn and summer as their relationship develops. I can easily imagine reader wandering away from Az's side and having him find her hunching over a lizard somewhere. Then she info dumps on him the second she realizes he's behind her because she's just SO fascinated and can't help the word vomit.

"His hide pattern is super unique, his dorsal stripe is broken up in ways that aren't natural to their species- my books mentioned occasional genetic mutations but nothing like THIS" and then a tasteful amount of 🤨😐😑 from Az

I loved watching their trek through the coastal town as well, the descriptions of everything really just plopped us right into the thick of it. I loved the colorful houses but I'm hesitant to believe Malachite's place would be particularly colorful 🤭 I wish we could've been in Az's head just to see what he thought about reader butting heads with Malachite.

I imagine it would be along the lines of 🤨😬🥴😅

Bas- oh my darling Bas.

I can't say im surprised, there had been too many mentions of him specifically being far from reader that I had a feeling SOMETHING was up with him going to winter. Can't say I expected him dead before ever getting there though, I thought maybe reader just wouldn't be able to track him down or that he'd change his mind about forgiving her because it hurt too much. This is better though.

I loved the way you wrote Azriel calming down reader too. It's such a small display of care from him in the way that he calms her that means so so much in as a turning point for their relationship. He doesn't turn her down which sparks relief in her, then uses that relief as a stepping stone to get her to calm down enough to sleep. Poor girls been through so much that I don't think much else would have been able to work to be honest, (if you DID have to change his approach, what would it look like?).

Reader holds a special place in my heart, sick human girl turned fae who can't quite outrun her mortality like her sisters did. Having Azriel's emotionally constipated ass as a love interest is the cherry on top.

chefs kiss, can't wait for whatever you write next :3

-🤠

'This most recent chapter of cbmthy is... it's everything to be honest. I got the notification that you posted while I was at work (you're forever catching me while im doin things), and I hid for a lil bit to read.'

RAHHHH I LOVE YOU <3

And I'm sorry - I think ch. 24 went up between 23:00 - 00:00 for me so I'm guessing we're in different time zones unless you work a night shift

You Hid! Cowboy anon <3 🙄 (Thank you, I'm incredibly flattered)

'I love the little snippets of reader's interests that we see while Az is still carrying her through the sky. Especially because it makes me pretty excited to see their trek through autumn and summer as their relationship develops.'

Thank you! I'm torn between excitement for what the scene will ultimately look like but so stressed over actually having to write it :')

I'm so so happy you liked those stretching paragraphs from reader's pov, though!! I think generally speaking I tend to be more comfortable writing interactions of some kind, so getting to write such a long section where reader is just thinking her thoughts and observing the things she likes (that one part about Azriel) was both refreshing and kind of me testing the waters and seeing if I liked what the end result looked like?

But yes, I'm so excited to write their trek through Summer!!! All the heat and the smells and the bugs and the colours and the food and the clothing!!!! So excited!!!

'I can easily imagine reader wandering away from Az's side and having him find her hunching over a lizard somewhere.'

omg stop peering into my brain!!

'Then she info dumps on him the second she realizes he's behind her because she's just SO fascinated and can't help the word vomit.'

Az standing there a little stiffly because he's never heard her speak so much so quickly <3

'"His hide pattern is super unique, his dorsal stripe is broken up in ways that aren't natural to their species- my books mentioned occasional genetic mutations but nothing like THIS" and then a tasteful amount of 🤨😐😑 from Az'

Haha I actually love the idea of contrasting their views and the way they observe things? I'll probably stress about it for a while but since Azriel is a spy I think it would be kind of cool to just see the rainforest in each of their perspectives and seeing what comes out?

'I loved watching their trek through the coastal town as well, the descriptions of everything really just plopped us right into the thick of it.'

Thank you thank you thank you!!! I really like the descriptive sections in ch. 24 but they also took so much time to write! With dialogue I kind of get a sense of where I'm trying to go with it, but with description it's kind of for the sake of establishing a firm context so there isn't really a direction to take it in? Unless there actually is and I just haven't had enough practice to know what works best for me

'I loved the colorful houses but I'm hesitant to believe Malachite's place would be particularly colorful 🤭"

Haha, yeah, I think his would probably have been a little more like that one that was more like a hut and had nets draped down the walls to look more weathered! Then again, he does kind of make his living out of fashion, if you think about it a lot and really twist his occupation. Maybe he enjoys a splash of colour here and there and actually has some pastel pillows up in his own quarters!

'I wish we could've been in Az's head just to see what he thought about reader butting heads with Malachite. I imagine it would be along the lines of 🤨😬🥴😅'

I kind of wanted to have it turn out that way, so Az would see more of her bickering, but I really like the sections where she's only a little vicious to Mal behind Azriel's back. It just made me laugh a little, like Az was the only adult in the room and the other two knew they could only argue when he wasn't really paying that much attention because otherwise he'd just shut it down with work-talk

'Bas- oh my darling Bas. I can't say im surprised, there had been too many mentions of him specifically being far from reader that I had a feeling SOMETHING was up with him going to winter. Can't say I expected him dead before ever getting there though, I thought maybe reader just wouldn't be able to track him down or that he'd change his mind about forgiving her because it hurt too much. This is better though.'

I have to say I am GLAD you didn't see it coming! I was stressing a little over the market scene where she was thinking of him because I kept worrying that if I made her worry too much it might sound too obviously like foreshadowing? I suppose a little bit of 'huh, this character is being mentioned a suspicious amount of times' is good to get the suspicion arising though :)

'I loved the way you wrote Azriel calming down reader too. It's such a small display of care from him in the way that he calms her that means so so much in as a turning point for their relationship. He doesn't turn her down which sparks relief in her, then uses that relief as a stepping stone to get her to calm down enough to sleep.'

I'm sending you so many affectionate hugs and kisses through the screen rn <3

Again, like with practically every other scene in that chapter, it was stressful to write in a way because I wanted him to comfort her (because I don't think I would be able to redeem him if he just left her to cry on her own) but I still wanted him to feel kind of walled off? Showing an amount of care and attentiveness, but not so much that it would feel weird or out of character for how he's been acting so far in the series?

It was also very soothing though? Personally I find the idea of listening to someone else's heartbeat incredibly intimate, and the idea of falling asleep to the rhythm of someone's heart? Reader needed a little break from misery and it felt like an appropriate amount of comfort. Like Azriel doesn't have to deal with any internal conflict about being emotionally vulnerable with someone through speaking and I feel doing things for someone feels more in line with who he is? And reader gets the physical comfort of feeling him holding her together, which means a lot to her but relatively little to him? But Az does it anyway because he knows it will mean a lot to her?

idk you just got me to ramble there :')

'(if you DID have to change his approach, what would it look like?).'

Whoooo you had me thinking about this for a while but I'm sticking to him being a do-er so I think if I had to think up a different approach for him to take, it would be similar to what he did that one other time? I think he would soothe reader into completing a task for him - like counting backwards from 100, or giving her something to temporarily focus on - and having his shadows watch her while he goes out to find hot meals and something to drink.

I think eating a midnight meal together on the sofa, with reader slumped over while she eats and Azriel keeping a little closer to her side than usual? Just sharing time together and again, with him finding something for her to focus on while calming down.

WHY DID YOU ASK THOUGH

'Reader holds a special place in my heart, sick human girl turned fae who can't quite outrun her mortality like her sisters did. Having Azriel's emotionally constipated ass as a love interest is the cherry on top.'

You're so sweet, thank you <3 <3 <3

Reader's just a girl who wants mutual and devoted affection, and Azriel's just a guy who rejects the concept of emotional intimacy all together (But secretly craves it anyway)

'chefs kiss, can't wait for whatever you write next :3'

Thank you so much!! I loved getting to chatter with you here <3

I'm hoping to get some more of part 25 written tomorrow and roughly map out where the chapter is going to go so fingers crossed! <3

[doodlebugreturns]

The Tickle Monster

Media: Lilo & Stitch: The Series

For @fluffy-lovely-clouds

It was a beautiful morning on the island of Kauai. Jumba was in the kitchen working on his newest invention. With all his attention devoted to it, he didn’t notice Pleakley walking up to the doorway. “Jumba!” “Ow!” He exclaimed, hitting his head on a low-hanging part of his invention from being startled. “What?” “How do I look?” Pleakley asked. He was dressed as Marilyn Monroe. He was wearing a blonde, curly wig, crystal earrings, a white dress, sassy heels, and a ridiculous amount of makeup. “Like a moron.” Jumba went back to working on his invention. Pleakley sultrily walked towards his roommate, with his hands on his swaying hips. “I’ve been researching humankind’s history. Did you know that the group known as ‘females’ have been treated as property for the majority of the species’ existence? Why, this didn’t change until about only one century ago! It’s messed up, but so fascinating…” “Interesting.” Jumba remarked. “But I don’t care.” “So, what are you making?” Pleakley asked. “It is evil food dispenser. Humans are to be attracted to it by the bright colors and delicious smell. But food being offered is highly processed, genetically modified mystery meat that causes health problems to whoever consumes it. And the best part…” Jumba chuckled, “it irritates human digestive system and makes it produce foul odor!” The evil genius couldn’t help but laugh at his mischievous idea. “So… a hot dog cart?” “What?” “Yeah.” Pleakley said. “Humans have already invented those.” “Bah!” Jumba waved his hand dismissively. “I may not know all that much about humans, but I know they do not eat dogs.” “They do in other parts of the planet.” Pleakley then noticed an alluring red button. “Hey, what does this button do?” “Wait wait wait wait-“ Before waiting for an answer, Pleakley pressed the button, and the machine shot thirty hot dogs into Jumba’s mouth. “Sorry…” He spit the tasty projectiles onto the floor. The two of them looked at each other in silence for a solid six seconds. Pleakley looking sheepish and Jumba looking irritated. “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Jumba was unamused, but then, he had an idea. “I need you to locate and capture experiment 275.” Jumba pulled out an alien tablet and retrieved a picture of said experiment. “But be warned,” Jumba stuck up his finger at him. “275 has a… passion for mischief.” “Consider it done.” Pleakley saluted him and made his way out of the kitchen, still wearing his ridiculous costume. Jumba smirked behind him, knowing that his vague warning was not enough to prepare him for what experiment 275 had in store for him.

Once Pleakley was out in the wilderness and out of his silly costume, he searched for the mischievous experiment. 275 didn’t leave behind any traces of itself, so he had to get lucky. And lucky he got after finding the experiment after about 30 minutes of searching. He found the pink experiment playing with a chameleon, which had also turned pink. Upon closer inspection, the experiment seemed to be tickling it. “A chameleon being tickled pink…” Pleakley thought to himself. “That’s not something you see every day.” While experiment 275 was distracted, Pleakley slowly snuck up behind and pointed a net canon at her. He fired, capturing the little tickle monster, and also her chameleon friend by accident. “Gotcha!” Experiment 275 was confused as to what just happened to itself, and slightly distressed. Pleakley leaned towards his capture to get a better look. “Say, you’re a cute one.” With him in close range, the experiment tickled him through the net and felt better already. “Hey- haha- that tickles!” Pleakley squirmed and put his hand on the experiment’s head. “You’re silly.” 275 smiled like a happy dog. “Now, behave yourself, while I bring you back home to Jumba. You can play with your little friend.” Pleakley wagged his finger at the little tickle monster. Upon successful capture, he dragged the net behind him at a safe distance, as to not be tickled continuously on the way back. 275’s chameleon friend made it even easier. Trekking back home, Pleakley held his head up high for a job well done.

“I got it!” Pleakley proudly announced. He walked into the house, dragging experiment 275 and her little chameleon buddy behind him. “Now what?” “I don’t know, I didn’t think you would get that far.” Jumba answered. “W- what do you mean?” He asked. Jumba didn’t answer this time. It didn’t take long for Pleakley to put the pieces together. “Oh, you sent me on a wild tickle monster hunt to get back at me for annoying you earlier, didn’t you?” “Okay, you got me.” Said Jumba. “Now hand it over.” “With pleasure.” Pleakley replied. However, Jumba noticed him untying the knot on the net. “What are you doing?” Experiment 275 was now free, and jumped up and down excitedly. “275, go get Jumba!” Pleakley commanded, pointing at the target. The experiment just looked at him. The two exchanged glances before 275 smiled and pounced on him instead. “Wait, no!” Pleakley protested, before turning into a laughing, writhing mass on the floor. “No! Stop! Not there!” He laughed harder. Jumba also laughed, pointing. This caught 275’s attention. She slowed down her tickling drastically and looked at Jumba. “…Don’t look at me like that.” He started backing up. The experiment stopped tickling Pleakley, who let out a sigh of relief. She then smiled and bounced towards her creator with her spindly fingers wiggling. “Don’t you dare! I created you and I can just as easily- HAHAHAHA!” His creation tickled him indiscriminately. “NO! HAVE MERCY!” Jumba laughed loudly, knowing all too well that he programmed this thing to be a ruthless tickler. All the attention had attracted Lilo and Stitch, who were in the house. The two of them came in just to see the experiment hop off of Jumba and out of an open window, thankfully not noticing them. “It’s gettin’ away!” Pleakley exclaimed. But experiment 275 had already hopped out the window to find its next victim. Jumba groaned. “…What just happened?” Lilo asked. Stitch answered her in his gibberish-sounding language, and then told Jumba something. “I did not think it would turn on me.” Jumba answered, still lying on the floor, defeated. “Come on, we have to go find it before it tickles someone to death!” Said Lilo. “Eh.” Stitch agreed. The two of them set off to find the mischievous little tickle monster. “Now hold on a minute, you two!” Pleakley said. They stopped in their tracks. “Now how exactly do you plan on catching this thing without equipment?” He gave Lilo the net canon he used to capture the experiment earlier. “Thanks, Pleakley.” Said Lilo. Stitch then noticed the chameleon that had crawled out of the net during the chaos. He went up to the creature and picked it up, and it turned blue like him. “Good thinking, Stitch.” Said Pleakley. “You can use its lizard friend to lure it back into captivity.” Stitch watched the chameleon, clearly interested. “Ooohh…” “Now,” announced Lilo, “let’s go catch us a tickle monster.”

Experiment 625 was on patrol on the beach, wearing sunglasses and swim shorts, lounging on a beach chair, chowing down on a hoagie, and generally not doing his job. “This is the life…” he said to himself. He put his hands behind his head. A moment later, his phone rang. He opened it and held it up to his ear. “Yellow?” “625, have you found any experiments yet? It’s been thirty minutes.” Gantu said. “Nah, these things are extra elusive today.” He stretched and yawned. “Just give me a while longer and I’ll definitely have one ready for ya.” “625, no! You are wasting my time.” “Aw, just ten more minutes, pretty please?” He asked. Gantu groaned. “Fine. I don’t enjoy your company anyway.” “Don’t be so salty, ya big sardine. I’ll make you a sandwich.” There was a moment of silence. In that moment, experiment 625 noticed a bright pink creature that was definitely not part of the local fauna. “Ooh, there’s one right there!” “Don’t lie to me.” “No, I’m serious. It’s pink and bouncy and it has big ears.” He took another bite of his hoagie. With his mouth full, he said, “See you soon, buh bye.” Not paying attention, he pressed the mute button instead of hang up button before stuffing the device into his body like a pocket. “625. Experiment 625, are you there?” Gantu asked on his end. He was met with silence. Instead of hanging up, Gantu continued to listen in case he needed backup. Experiment 625 made his way towards the bouncing creature and pulled out a net canon of his own. It didn’t take long for experiment 275 to notice the newfound company. She turned toward him and he widened his eyes, before his expression turning almost grim. “You…” Experiment 275 smiled at him. Gantu, not knowing what was going on, listened in, fearing that his acquaintance was in trouble. The little tickle monster wiggled its fingers and slowly started hopping towards 625. “No… don’t you dare…” But before he knew it, the chase was on. He screamed and ran away from his impending ticklish doom. “625!” Gantu exclaimed, not being heard. He instantly made his way towards his location.

“Do you hear that?” Lilo asked. “Someone is in trouble! We have to rescue them!” Stitch replied in his alien language. “This is more important.” She told him. “Okay…” The two of them ventured towards the screaming. “We’re almost there, come on!” She pushed some big leaves out of the way. In that very moment, the screaming turned into hysterical laughter. “No! Please!” He cackled under his merciless attack. “I can’t breathe!” Lilo and Stitch looked at each other. Gantu showed up at that exact moment. He just watched in disbelief. “Hey!” Lilo shouted. Experiment 275 turned and looked, stopping mid-tickle. 625 sighed loudly. Stitch held up the chameleon and said something. The tickle monster curiously hopped towards it. She took it from Stitch’s hands and began playing with it. Lilo, watching this, had an idea. “Here,” she said. “try it slower.” She rubbed the chameleon with a perfect amount of pressure. Not too much to hurt and not too little to tickle. “Like this.” 275 took the advice, and the chameleon loved it. “Good. Now try it with him.” She pointed at 625. She hopped over to him. “Please, no more…” he weakly croaked. As 275’s hands closed in on him, he prepared for the worst. Instead, he found his shoulders being therapeutically rubbed. “Hey… this feels good.” He relaxed. “I think I’m gonna take a nap right here…” he laid down on the sand. “Good night…” Once he was snoring, Lilo congratulated her. “Good job, Tickle-tummy.” Stitch gave a thumbs up. The newly named experiment smiled. “Now follow me. I know a place where you can be of good use.” Lilo lead the way while the other two trailed behind her. She briefly looked over her shoulder. “Hi, Gantu!” He said nothing and scooped his acquaintance out of the sand and brought him back to the ship as he sleepily mumbled something about a giant sandwich.

The three of them later arrived at a spa. Tickle-tummy looked at it like a curious kitten. They went inside. “Welcome to Paradise Spa.” Said an employee. “How may we refresh you today?” “This is Tickle-tummy.” Said Lilo. “She wants to learn how to be a massager.” Stitch sat down on the floor and let Tickle-tummy do her newly acquired magic. She rolled her fingers into Stitch’s shoulders until he purred like a happy cat. “Oh my, she looks like a natural.” “But you can make her even better.” Lilo said. “I have a feeling this is where she truly belongs.” She was now rubbing Stitch’s belly and he was shaking his leg like a dog. “You’re hired, Tickle-tummy.” Said the employee. She jumped up and down excitedly. “I think you’re going to fit right in.”

On Gantu’s ship, experiment 625 had woken up from his nap. “How come you didn’t capture the experiment?” He asked. “Its antics seemed unworthy of Hämsterviel.” Gantu responded. But he had tried to capture every experiment he could in the past, even if all they did was cause minor inconveniences. 625 smirked. “Any… par’tickler’ reason?” he asked. Gantu didn’t respond. “Well, are ya ticklish? Are ya? Are ya?” He climbed on the captain’s body and started poking around. He had to stifle a laugh. “No, that’s ridiculous!” He yelled, despite squirming around. “Is that so?” 625 asked in a teasing voice. “Then why are you so wiggly?” “Shut up!” He was smiling against his will. 625 laughed. “Tickle tickle, who wants a pic-AAH!” He was launched off of the captain’s body and into a wall. “Ow… ooh, a pickle!” He noticed the tasty treat lying there, and he picked it up and ate it. When he was done, he blissfully sucked the tasty vinegar off his fingers and burped.

The end.

[mirror-imaged]

idont think anybody understands sheffbrien the way I do (insane) I'm sorry they're literally so bad for each other (affectionate) I could go on and on forever. I will actually. sheffbrien post be upon ye. thanks to ashe for talking about this w me on discord. this is a kinda obrien centric post bc of that loll but I'm obvi getting into sheffields whole deal too

having reread tc22 again and done some literary analysis a few days ago on a plane at 2 in the morning (I'm out of the country rn helloo ^_^) I picked up on a lot of thematics for them I find very interesting. long post ahead!

1 - the dynamics in their relationship are so wildly interesting. I think their characterization in tc22 does wonders for them. firstly, there are a lot of false differences id say? they seem so different, but when you boil it down they have a lot in common. sheffield is affluent and intelligent but has a spiteful and hotheaded side, obrien is seen as angry or rude but is taken for granted with his intelligence quite often by others. he got into an ivy league school at 17. there's also how sheffield seems so charismatic while obrien is abrasive and lonely, but they both really have no other friends when you get down to it? and last example for now, sheffield sees himself as divine while obrien seems to have renounced religion, but he really hasn't done the work of removing his mindset from a catholic(?) framework. expanding on that,

2 - obrien has religious trauma and this is heavily established. he doesn't actually ever move past religion as a concept though, he just moves on from God. he replaces his concept of God with his concept of his sister. more on this later. sheffield also has a relationship with religion, but more in the sense that he inherently sees himself as something unlike humanity, something greater and to be revered. he refers to himself as an angel in a way that doesn't strike me as being ingenuine the way he does in other places. I need to draw art about this it makes me abnormal

3 - for obrien specifically, there are some insanely interesting threads left about his trauma creating a savior complex within him. obviously shown at the start of the story with professor harris, but there are also the times he mentions going into genetics due to his guilt and wanting to entirely eliminate the disease that disabled his sister and when he says he feels an involuntary sympathy for stella when he found out she didn't mean to kill harris. it also makes me wonder if that plays into his protectiveness of sera later on.

4 - obrien has some severe internalized ableism going on that I wish more people actually picked apart. I know tc22 is a small scale story and a lot of people haven't read it, but it's fascinating stuff. he obviously grew up with the mindset that his sister was somehow contagious and describes how he felt he would somehow fall ill because of this, and that sort of mindset does a lot to dehumanize somebody in a person's mind. after eventually passing on an illness to her that results in her death, he is driven entirely by guilt as a character. he becomes certain that if God were fair and true, he would have died instead of her. but, like I mentioned before, he never really renounces religion in any specific way aside from this. he even mentions how he now prays to his sister instead of God, which I think is so fascinating. he never saw his sister as a person, and by elevating her to this status of somebody he needs to grovel to or even just uses as a holy figure in his life, he continues to see her as inhuman. he recognizes his past ableism, but he never does anything to deconstruct and rebuild from it. much like with his relationship with religion!

5 - obrien is treated by dds2 as the morally virtuous character, but he's really not (if you get the context from tc22). my boyfriend put it as him being just on the right side of history, which I absolutely agree with. I know tc22 was probably written after dds2 and doesn't necessarily inform the writing decisions for the games, but it definitely adds juicy layers to me. obrien is seemingly not motivated by any true desire to help sera or the nameless sufferers of CATCH22, he is motivated by the guilt from his sisters death hanging over him like a shadow. not to say he doesn't care at all, but it seems more like a quest to make up for his sins in the eyes of his sister than a desire to do good, which seems awfully catholic to me. this is absolutely the most interesting part of his character presented by the narrative. God I wish they did this better in the games.

6 - moving on to sheffield, sheffield is actually one of the most interesting and real depictions of a character with NPD traits I've ever seen, hands down. I know I talk about this frequently, but it's especially strongly done in tc22 and one of my favorite parts of his character. to start, he's mostly presented with extremely minor and often-masked aspects of the disorder a lot of people don't really pick up on. vouching personally. he quickly becomes passive aggressive and seemingly personally offended when challenged, like by inspector Harvey for instance. he is a practiced and seemingly compulsive liar, able to make things up on the spot that nobody but obrien questions due to his confidence. he seems to get along swimmingly with people he doesn't know well, charismatic and understanding. he pays exceptionally close attention to other people's emotions, expressions, and demeanors to adjust and match theirs. he also is debatably depicted with real delusions of grandeur. he only seems to be able to let his guard down around obrien, actually. and my absolute favorite moment of his, really relatable for me, is that when he stops masking he does not become dangerous. he does not go into a rage, he just goes blank. entirely and visibly unable to express emotion "normally", and obrien is initially scared, but realizes he just doesn't understand sheffield as well as he thinks he does. this is incredibly accurate to real life for me. it's actually insanely well depicted. and what I really appreciate is that sheffield is never presented as truly malicious [IN THIS STORY]. with dds2 context, he can be seen that way for sure, but he isn't actually shown being morally reprehensible. he's dubious and seems to have trouble understanding where he crosses a line, but that's also very true to real life for me. he isn't necessarily trying to be evil, he's just nosy and invasive of boundaries on occasion. they also never actually label him as or call him a narcissist, which is so good?? props to tadashi for once?? I think he is one because I have the disorder and can more accurately assess this sort of thing, but labeling every character who's like Abusive as a narcissist is so tacky and distasteful to me. it diminishes the harm they inflict on other people as being something born of mental illness, which isn't necessarily true. he is definitely abusive to sera, but that is not related to his narcissism.

7 - sheffield is just such a good character in this. I raved already about his npd stuff but I want to get into other things a little too. firstly, he does seem to genuinely view himself as inhuman, which is something I also believe contrasts obrien a little. obrien has this deep internalized self hatred, while sheffield has this genuine belief he is on a different level from other people. despite this, he sees obrien as being his Equal in some way. as being worthy of his presence, his assistance, his friendship. the pizza scene really really drives this home for me. (that's another subtle npd ass trait but I've said enough). in addition, sheffield tries so desperately to present himself as worthy of something more, maybe backed by doubt, or maybe even just true belief. he tries to appear intimidating, has knowledge of how to get into people's heads, etc. maybe this is because he's young and people see him differently for being so ahead of his grade, but I also see it as a display of insecurity in an implicit way. his delusions of grandeur also play into this characterization, because delusions of grandeur are often born from extreme and severe self doubt (at least in those with mental health disorders, which I've already mentioned I believe he strongly aligns with). him coming from a wealthy background in Portland of all places would not help any of that kind of thing.

8 - i don't even know what else I could say about them. they make me so abnormal. not even a toxic romantic relationship between them (which I do like think about but obviously post tc22 I don't like their age gap) but simply their dynamic as two characters. sera is a figurehead for their conflict, really. all the things we learn about both of these characters really makes me question how much BOTH of them care for sera, not just sheffield's two-faced lies. she is representative of their ideological dispute. she is a small child who has the potential to save the world, but obrien is too scared of letting another child die as a result of his inaction and sheffield is too focused on his end goal of getting what he believes he deserves, divinity and becoming a revered savior of the world, no matter who falls along the way. they are built to contrast each other. you even see this through heat and serph to a degree, with how sera mixed them up. heat declares he is on the same level as God during the jp text of the vritra fight, while serph inevitably sacrifices his own life for the sake of sera.

9 - what happened between tc22 and the dds2 flashbacks? I actually need to know what caused their relationship to split so heavily. I'm fucking obsessed with them. post over please join my sheffbrien Island there's like 2 other people here

[professor-sandalo-fakemonblog]

You're a professor specialising in genetic conditions (among other things), yes?

I thought you might be interested to learn about my Gastrodon, Moran. I rescued her as a Shellos from a reef that had experienced an oil tanker spill, and was quick to discover that she was affected very acutely. More so than most of her peers in the area.

I came to discover that she lacked the protective membrane of mucus that most Gastrodon have. Instead, her squishy flesh is just porous and open to the world.

Come to find she has a genetic mutation that causes the glands that would produce said mucus to instead just grow odd crumbly keratinous cysts.

To prevent constant invasive treatment, her glands were injected with a solution that basically solidified them and stopped their function.

Now, after recovering from the spill, her only real symptoms are being very dry and even weaker to fire types than the standard.

Thought you might find that interesting.

Oh, wow! Sorry, for the delay in response, but that IS quite fascinating. Have you noticed any other symptoms? And that poor dear, those cysts must have been awful. I’m glad she was able to get some kind of relief. Have you been able to find any way to protect her skin? None of my ‘mons have that specific problem, but a couple, like my eevee Joan, have sores and I have to use Vaporine to protect their skin and things

[rickless-self-indulgence]

also sorry to send two asks in a row but do you ever consider the moral dilemma ricks have if they genuienly develop feelings like (prepare for a ramble i am SO sorry)

"i fell in love with myself, from another universe" THATS GOTTA POSE AT LEAST SOME MENTAL INSTABILITY. how would you feel if the most beautiful person youve ever met (personality wise at least) was a slightly different version of yourself, or if you were cloned and suddenly you developed feelings??? how would that even work??? imagine the judgement too bro that would be insane

AUTOSEXUALITY???? does it even matter if your partner looks ridiculously similar to you or not??? i think part of the reason why opposites attract a lot of the time is because genetic diversity gives an evolutionary advantage but in a scenario when thats completely thrown out the window how does that work? would prime and c137 rick have the same genetics??? Hefhv.dnbabmvvjdk

i think too much my thinking has thonked its last thunk

DUDE WGAT NO WAY YOU FUCKING HIT ME WITH A CRISIS AFTER MY DAY COSPALYING @ SCHOOL 😭😭/lh (<= written when I first red that)

I THINK ITS PART OF THE APPEAL like Ricks find the world around them so futile and disgusting they resort to settle with the only people who share the same hyper specific views of the world as them. In my opinion, it’s where most of Prickcests conflicts comes from, Prime likes C137 for his brains and his ability to solve problems in a way that’s different enough for him to not have considered it but can’t possibly understand why he cares so much about anything else than their relationship and it’s kind of the same for C137, he’s extremely smart and autistic so being understood and feeling seen is kind of his grail. Prime gives him just that plus the thrill of being a little bit fucked up in the head.

But we’re talking about general rick4rick relationship not… Their frustrating particular case lol although I can’t help but mention them since Prime (in the garage talk) explained so well the perks of only being around other version of himself. As a Rick the things you love and hate the most are yourself, it makes up for such interesting conflict because trying to ignore someone’s toxic traits is impossible and trying to mold them into the idealized version of them you got in your head is straight up manipulative. The vicious circle of stubbornness and love and hope and escapism leading to rick4rick relationship always violently falling apart is so fascinating to me and you completely understood one of the key elements for why it’s this way…

THANK YOU cinna, thank you for sending this ask it literally rearranged some of my atoms, shook my whole world and bursted a door open in the back of my mind

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

The second to the last chapter of my fic: The Roles We Play (A Painting of You II)

Chapter 13: The Silver Floren

Summary:

The event takes place a couple of days back when Sarah, delirious from the poison tried to flee from the wolves chasing her and ended up found by the witcher Geralt and the vampire Regis. Emhyr, certain that Sarah died, builds a wall around himself.

The vampire gave Sarah a physical. A final check-up before retiring for the night. He mumbled to himself his diagnosis, as Sarah would do herself out of habit and had to restrain a giggle. He counted her heartbeat and pulse by gently pressing on her carotid artery. And, she might’ve imagined it, Regis leaned closer and sniffed her, his eyes closed as if analyzing her condition through smell.

“Hmmm… the river did not manage to wash the scent of jasmine off your skin, and there is no more of the venom lingering in your veins.”

Sarah was in awe, if a little creeped out. She has never met a physician with such acute sense of smell. His olfactory senses outmatched her own.

Regis gestured. “May I? I wish to inspect your vision.”

“I assure you, I can see clearly, doctor.”

“A second opinion doesn’t hurt and ensures accurate diagnosis” he countered with that unusual smile of his.

She gave up and sat steadily as Regis lifted her eyelid. She felt herself blush at his intense attention.

“What fascinating heterochromia you have, Lady Sarah“ the vampire remarked after his optical examination. "Identical in both eyes and with little to no deviation. I’d even say it’s genetically designed.”

“I’m sure some people might think I won the gene lottery, but I’m afraid I got these through process of elimination. I am an orphan. The last of my line.”

“You say that as if you dislike this uniqueness. Your eyes are captivating.”

Sarah blushed, lowered her eyes and smiled.

“It is unethical to flirt with your patient, doctor.” Geralt cuts in with a chuckle, picking his teeth with a fishbone. Regis walks back to his place by the campfire and stowed away his satchel.

Geralt directed his words to Sarah. “We have been out here for a week. Emhyr must be getting antsy by now.”

“Em… The emperor sent both of you?”

“Just me, but Regis… has some personal interest on the matter and insisted on coming along.”

Both men looked at each other and shared a weak grin. Sarah’s eyes flicked from Geralt to Regis, and back again, then directed her next words to the witcher.

“You mean blackmail?”

Regis smiled as wide as his pursed lips would allow, turning to Geralt and grinned- full set of fangs on display. “She’s astute!”

Geralt lets out a derisive huff. “Blackmail or not, I daresay Regis tagging along was a good decision, otherwise I’d be burying a corpse on top of bringing him his papers together with the basilisk’s head” he gestured at the hideous trophy next to the log beside him. The end of a hook was protruding from its cheek, making Sarah shudder and grimace.

“Why is it that Emhyr never mentioned his ambassador was part of the convoy?” he asked.

Ough, that stings!

“What and how much did the emperor reveal to you?” she countered, throwing the question back.

“That the convoy carries a cargo that may incriminate the empires’ involvement in putting the merchant Guild in its place, or something to that effect, and that it must be found before it falls into the wrong hands.

So, Emhyr hired the famous White Wolf to retrieve the documents. Finding me alive is a bonus.

It was a disheartening realization.

“Im sorry, Geralt, but the details of my mission are of strict confidentiality. All I can divulge is, I serve as his majesty’s ambassador in the negotiations and I was to return to report my- our success. Until that beast interrupted our return to Nilfgaard and slew everyone.”

“Does that confidentiality include your existence?”

She was quiet for a moment before replying with a smile. “Well deduced, sir.”

Geralt pouted at Regis “Why is it that you get a courtesy and I don’t?”

“Natural charm and rapier wit, Geralt.”

Geralt huffed and Sarah giggled.

She reached for the wooden tube that never left her side, felt the crack giving slightly to the pressure of her hand. The damage to the documents and the incoming repercussion upon her return to Nilfgaard dampened the mood.

“These papers are no longer worth anything, save as fuel for the emperor’s hearth. I tried protecting it from the rapids and rocks, but I’m no match for the wrath of nature. You saved a useless thing.”

Her hand went up grasping her chest and went down just as fast. Regis noticed.

“Do not blame yourself, Sarah” Regis consoled her softly, disliking her dejectedness. “No one predicted that the basilisk decided to roost in the route your party took, and you did not decide to take a dive into the Lebar on a whim.”

“Tell that to Emhyr” Geralt growled. “He’d allow you to leave with your life, after spending a week or two in the dungeons for not giving him the results he wanted.”

Regis glanced at him “So long as he upholds his end of the deal, I can spend a decade in a cage. Give the emperor some credit, Geralt. He is more reasonable than the duchess.” He reached into his satchel before turning to Sarah, and showed his open hand.

“I believe this belongs to you.”

She gasped “My necklace!”

Regis leaned further forward and let the necklace slip off his hand to hers. Sarah’s face was of pure gratitude staring at the pendant like a long lost friend, the campire light dancing in her eyes. She glanced at Regis with tears threatening to spill.

“I thought it lost in the river!”

“It was never in the river. The necklace was covered beneath a cloak that I think also belongs to you.

Sarah remembers tearing the cloak off her when that beast spat venom on it, smelling of acid sick. She must’ve yanked her necklace in the process. The clasp, a sideways S-hook, was bent almost straight. She could have it repaired. But losing the pendant was something she couldn’t replace. Not even with an exact copy.

Geralt tossed the fishbone into the fire. “What is with that pendant, Sarah. Hardly something a person of your high position seen wearing around their necks.”

Sarah tenderly touched the pendant resting on her palm, a serene smile lifted the corners of her lips. She was staring at Emhyrs’ face.

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Scrolling through your blog I saw your Outlast reblogs and got to thinking.

How would a meeting between Uroboros Wesker and Walrider Miles go?

Oh that's an interesting concept o-o

I'll start off with some comparisons between them since there are some similarities (and to explain some Outlast lore for those who don't know about the game or haven't played it, which I wouldn't blame them because it's not for the faint hearted)

Uroboros being biomatter that takes the shape of black roots/tendrils, the Walrider is a swarm of nanites that takes the form of a ghostly void like humanoid.

Both created in underground labs

Wesker sees himself as a god with Uroboros, the Walrider is revered as a deity by Father Martin and his cult

Both Uroboros and Walrider are based from folklore/mythology

Uroboros was genetically incompatible for almost everyone who got infected by it, except for Wesker who was compatible. The aim was to create the perfect host for the Walrider so that it could become a sentient being. There have only been two hosts for the Walrider and neither of them died from it so it's uncertain to say if it's only specific people that can become the host or if anybody can be the host.

There isn't much background lore on Miles but from what we can tell by his notes, he's a good person that wants justice. He gets attacked and chased by inmates and variants but he doesn't hate them, he feels compassion and sympathy for them because he knows it's not their fault, they were experimented on and tortured and he wants to expose the truth of Murkoff. Even when he's chased by Chris Walker many times in the game and hated him, he felt sorry for him when the Walrider kills him. Slightly off topic but coincidental, Chris Walker, like Chris Redfield, had been in the military and is very muscular and strong; Walker is strong enough to rip off people's heads with his one hand, Redfield is strong enough to fight BOWs with his bare hands (and punch boulders). Walker kills for the right reasons however, he's killing to prevent the Walrider from having a new host and to keep it contained in Mount Massive. It's similar to Chris having to neutralise BOWs and to keep them contained in an area. The Walrider is based on the same model as Chris Walker, the BSAA soldiers being clones of Chris. Miles is brave, athletic, smart, sassy, petty and vengeful. He's vengeful at Murkoff for what they did to the inmates and at Trager who cut off two of his fingers (in one of his notes he says "I want my fucking fingers back") and gleefully mocks Trager when he gets crushed by the elevator by Miles. He's not a violent person but when he becomes the new host for the Walrider he kills the people responsible for what they've done to the inmates and to save Waylon.

If he met Wesker he would hate him immediately, to him Wesker (and Spencer for that matter) is no different from Wernicke; one of the researchers who worked in the hidden research facility beneath Mount Massive Asylum and is the lead scientist of Project Walrider. Wesker would of course find the science behind the Walrider fascinating but as it's not a virus (which is what he excels at) he may not be able to fully understand how the swarm works since they're sentient nanites (nanorobots). Wesker and Walrider Miles are essentially un-killable however the Walrider might be stronger and overpower Wesker; it's faster, more aggressive, can fly and can lunge into a person's body and rip them apart from the inside out. It's a ghostly swarm, not exactly something that would be easy to defeat. Wesker would have to be constantly teleporting (if that's what the ability is called when he's avoiding getting shot in the games) and regenerating if the Walrider manages to get him. If Wesker manages to kill Miles (the host), the Walrider would need a new one, which will inevitably be the person nearest to it: Wesker. Walrider Wesker with Uroboros really would be endgame for the world.

[sonadow-the-fan-blog]

Sonadow Child Idea (no mpr*g)

I don't have a name for the child!!! Sorry 😔

Either Eggman says fuck it and copies his Grandfather's work to create a bioweapon/cure or another villain (maybe Starline????) does

The villain yoinks Shadow's DNA from lost (then found) ARK archives.... But also Sonic's from a battle with Eggman

The resulting hedgehog has two Y chromosomes (XYY). X gene from Shadow, Y from Shadow/Doom, Y from Sonic.

The hedgehog baby is taken out of his tub at biological age 4. The villain spends the next 8 years training him to be a living weapon to defeat Sonic and Shadow. OR the baby is grown to age 12 and basically programmed to defeat them.

Shadow realizes what's up at first because of the Black Arms hive mind link. He doesn't realize the young hedgehog also has Sonic's DNA until way later. He thinks the new hedgehog is a modified clone at first.

The young hedgehog is faster than both Shadow and Sonic. The youngling's limiters aren't powerful enough to actually keep him from going overboard with his Chaos powers. After he almost kills himself fighting Shadow and Sonic, they take him to Tails to see what's up with him.

Shadow "loans" the youngling several of his own extra limiters while the child is passed out. This greatly reduces the young one's Chaos powers.

"I took samples of his blood to scan his DNA. He has Jacobs Syndrome... He has two Y chromosomes along with a single X." "What does that mean?" "Well normally it's a natural genetic condition, but in this case...." "Out with it, Fox" "He has both Shadow's, and your DNA, Sonic"

Very shocked and awkward feeling hedgehogs afterwards. They aren't exactly public with their relationship. Tails feel awkward as well, but also fascinated.

After an "interview" with the young hedgehog, our group finds out who created him, what his name is, and why he hates Shadow and Sonic

The young hog is very confused after being confronted with his DNA. He was raised to believe that he was created from almost nothing by the villain, and that the world would reject him for not being naturally born/having parents.

He hates Sonic and Shadow because he was shown all the aftermath of their battles, along with edited articles and clips making them seem evil. He's very compassionate but also has a strong sense of right vs wrong

After confronting/beating the ever loving shit out of the villain that created him, he goes off on his own. Shadow actually goes to look for him under the excuse that the young hog is too dangerous to not keep an eye on. Tails also starts tracking the young hog.

Eventually Shadow and his "son" bond, by fighting. Lots of fighting and arguing and eventually Shadow gets to him.

Sometime after Shadow brings their "son" back to Sonic. Sonic treats him similar to Tails when Tails was younger, and they eventually bond via racing and saving the world

Tails is able to create limiters that work for the young hedgehog so he doesn't have to carry around a bunch of Shadow's

After Sonic, and all of their friends pass away, Shadow and their son will always have each other.

[doberbutts]

I find Dobermans so fascinating because it’s like.. how do you breed protectiveness into the very genetics of a dog? Yet somehow it was done with the Doberman! It’s so cool. Despite being such a good dog breed (besides the bad heart health which I consider their only flaw) I heard that the reason they aren’t used more as working dogs with things like the military or police is because they get too attached to their handlers and then when they get switched out to a different handler they maybe don’t listen as well, do you think this is true? I honestly consider the Dobermans to be a much more obedient, loyal & intelligent breed than the German shepherd (though both are good breeds) with German shepherds specifically in my opinion it seems like they’ve bred out their loyalty in exchange for obedience, if that makes sense. Sorry for the ramble ahdjjd I was just excited to see a dog blog on my dash

Dobermans are more of one-person dogs than the shepherds more commonly found, yes, and that is a factor for why they're not as popular as military or police dogs. It also is because they were never intended to be military or police dogs- just because they were used that way at one point does not mean that was the intention for the breed at the time. Hitler (and later the Allied Forces) just saw a protective dog and wanted to use it.

[mimzkyu]

Haley Webb . She/Her . Ghost Hunter

Haley Webb is a spunky, mysterious young woman with an unquenchable thirst for the unknown. With her love for all things occult, Haley finds herself irresistibly drawn to the eerie and the supernatural. Her style is as unique as her personality—alternative clothing, dark accessories, and a hint of the mystical in every outfit. As she moves into a haunted residential, she's more excited than scared, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within its walls. Will Haley find what she's looking for, or will the haunted residence reveal more than she bargained for?

Haley Webb's adventure in her new haunted home has been nothing short of fascinating. Despite the eerie atmosphere and the constant presence of specters, Haley has managed to befriend these ghostly entities, turning what could have been a terrifying ordeal into a unique and somewhat charming living situation. Her love for the occult and her spunky personality seem to have won over the specters, who now appear to see her as a kindred spirit rather than a mere resident.

The real twist came on her first day when the welcome wagon arrived. Among the visitors was Lilith Vatore, the enigmatic vampire known for her mysterious charm. From the moment they met, Haley and Lilith connected on a deep level. What began as a simple introduction quickly escalated into mutual attraction, with the two of them flirting effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. The surprising part? I didn’t intervene at all—Haley and Lilith’s chemistry was entirely natural, blossoming on its own without any guidance or manipulation from me. Now, their growing relationship adds a layer of intrigue and excitement to Haley’s already extraordinary life in her haunted residence.

Skin Details / Genetics & Makeup eyes / teeth / cleavage mask / skin blend / skin tone / eye color / septum / eye face paint < highly recommend. / lashes

Make-Up pores / eyeshadow 1 / eyeshadow 2 / gloss / lips 1 / blush 1 / blush 2 / lips 2 / eyeliner 1 / eyeliner 2

Hair 1 < (requires mesh) / 2 / 3

Everyday top / bottoms / shoes / hat / gloves

Activewear top / bottoms / socks

Party dress / stockings / necklace

Sleepwear sweater / bottoms

Cold top / bottoms NOTES: if something isn't included, like the heels for the party wear, it means I couldn't find it, or it isn't downloadable anymore. Sorry for any TSR links, I know ads are a pain, I tried to keep them to tumblr/patreon links as much I could. I couldn't find the source of the activewear pants so I did put a sub link.

You can download this sim off the Gallery : theyenma