#tama chitters

[kits-shrine]

Reila headed for the market with the clothing stalls in mind, “we’ll be there in a few minutes, Hari,” she whispered.

Hari quietly chittered next to her ear as he looked around excitedly.

~

"-an' kagu's bonded gave use this from her world." Seishin showed Yurei the little vials. "said it restores energy. she's went to her world to get more, but she said it's one per day so one for you, me an' tama. maybe it'll help. or at least give us a little boost huh?" Seishin's demeanor was a great deal more positive and hopeful that he'd been talking to Kagu earlier, though it was more for his brother's benefit than anything.

Yurei however took the news well, gasping happily "Really?! Let's Give It A Go!" He eagerly popped open his vial and Seishin followed suit at the same time they downed their vial.

[thedistantstorm]

Phoenix Protocol 31

Zavala x Awoken Female Warlock | Mid/Post Forsaken | Slowburn | Gratuitous Descriptions of Light | Self-Confidence/Self-Worth Issues | Redemption

When the Traveler’s Light was returned to the Guardians after the defeat of the Cabal, it did not manifest itself the same in everyone. Miyu, an Awoken Warlock, finds herself struggling with her abilities, her Light feeling different and not her own. With her Vanguard preoccupied with grief and all eyes turned to the Reef, she finds herself turning to an unlikely source in an attempt to rediscover her connection to the Light and define what it means for her as a Dawnblade.

Previously

-/

“A Fireteam has gone dark in the Archology,” Ophiuchus calls, phasing through the door of the Commander’s office.

Zavala looks up. “How long ago?”

“Sloane says it’s been about three hours. The second team she sent barely made it out of the entrance. The Hive sealed the doors behind the first group. She believes it was a trap.”

“What did Ikora say?”

The Ghost spins the back half of his shell. “We put out the alert for any available Guardians to assist. There aren’t that many out there. The Hunters are hard to reach, and the only fireteams docked in Titan’s orbit are participating in a Gambit match.

Zavala's reply is furious. “Then call them out of it.”

Ikora appears in the doorway. “I did. They’re not answering me.”

“The Drifter?”

“Not answering, either.”

“How long do one of these matches take?”

His fellow Vanguard shakes her head, crossing her arms. “It’s not one of his regular matches. It’s that… new game. Prime.” She considers a moment. “They’re longer. Regular matches can take several hours. They could be at it all day.”

The Commander sighs. “How would you like to handle this?” He rises and heads for the doorway, Addy appearing over his left shoulder, while Ophiuchus hangs over Ikora’s right.

“I’ve put out an alert to any available Fireteams and Guardians in the region. Sloane is monitoring comms. Anyone we can get to help, we’ll send her way.”

“And the Drifter?”

She bites her lip, her frown pulling her lips to the left a little. “Well, if he doesn’t answer, we will have to speak with him.”

“I agree.”

“I don’t want Sloane involved.”

Ikora nods. Her voice is firm. “No. If he’s to stay here, he has to understand that the rules are not optional.” She turns her head and meets his eyes. “It has to come from us.”

He nods grimly. They enter the Courtyard, shoulder to shoulder, passing Lord Shaxx on their way to command. The Crucible handler turns, watching as they continue on together. There’s something different about them. From their posture, to the way they conduct themselves, it’s clear that something has changed since their little tift the other night.

“I feel I would be remiss if I didn’t offer you the first crack at him,” Zavala quips.

“How chivalrous of you.”

He chuckles. “I haven’t forgotten how terrifying you are to cross, Ikora Rey.”

Shaxx turns and watches until they’re out of earshot. What are they… What is- “What in the bloody hell is going on here?” He bellows. Some nearby pigeons scatter, and a Warlock and Titan flinch, while their Hunter runs away.

-/

She comes to with fire around her. Tamashii is screaming so loud it sounds like his speaker is shorting out. “Guardian! Miyu! WAKE. UP!”

He’s beneath her. Why is he beneath her? She doesn’t remember when or how it’s happened. “Tama-” She coughs, and feels an acute pain that lances across her back.

“I’m here,” He sounds relieved. “You have to get up. I can’t heal you here.”

Her arms shake when she tries to get up. “My helmet-”

“Gone. The Knight managed to crush your revolver, too. I’m sorry.”

“No,” She groans, rising unsteadily to her feet. “S’ok.” She takes a step forward, up the step and staggers.

Ghost hovers at her shoulder. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, and the Miasma poisoned you. If you see anything strange, I need you to tell me right away. You were hearing voices. I think it was the Knight casting a spell, but I don’t want to take any chances.”

She nods and leans heavy on the wall to keep upright. “Tamashii?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks. And, I’m sorry.”

He bobs. “It’s okay. The Miasma got through the helmet’s filter. I’m just glad you snapped out of it in time. It was... I was worried.”

“That Knight should be worried,” She growls, breathing heavy. She feels the uncomfortable slick on her back, and realizes that’s what Tamashii cannot heal.

“Miyu, he’s dead. Don’t you remember? You burned everything.”

“I did?”

He bobs in a kind of nod.“You did.”

She takes another step. “I thought he got me,” She murmurs, “‘S trying to get to you and-”

“Easy,” He says, when she begins coughing. She holds out her glove. Despite the nearly grayscale tint everything in the Ascendant Realm is covered with, the red of her blood is a stark contrast from the black poison she expels with it.

“Shit,” She curses.

Tamashii bumps her cheek. “Focus on getting out. We’ve got a ways to go.”

“If the Thrall come? There has to be more,” She grits out but keeps moving, following his instructions. She’s slouched forward, and he looks over her shoulder to the weeping wound on her back. This is bad, Tamashii knows. This is very bad. The Knight did technically get her; She just stopped him before he could finish the job.

“I haven’t seen one since they came after me.”

“So,” She sags almost bonelessly against a wall, and he flutters around her, tipping his cones to suggest that she can’t stop moving. “What it sounds like-”

“Move, Miyu. Move.”

She pushes forward, and he tries to ignore the blackened, bloody smear she leaves on the gray-marbled walls. There’s miasma in her wound, too. “We’re playing into their hands, aren’t we?”

“One Guardian is easier to kill than three.”

“Yeah.”

“But you’re not just any Guardian,” Tamashii says, making sure he’s in her face where she can see him, his tone terribly endearing, “You’re my Guardian.”

She hums and reaches for him, but he meets her half way. She staggers on after that, around a corner through a doorway, though her legs tremble and shake. “Tama no-”

“I know. Keep going.” She sighs and he chitters, nervously. “You’re almost there,” He tells her again. If she stops, she’s as good as dead. “Don’t give up, Miyu. Ganbari nasai.” Hang in there, he prays silently. Just a little longer.

-/

Lilith tells them to run. To stay away from the Knights with their dark blades, even if it means they have to go further in. She tries to kill the first one, but a Wizard joins him not long after, and she's forced to retreat as well.

There are more than one with these great weapons. Her mechanical heart sinks into her bionic gut. They don't attempt to fight them at range, in fact, she realizes they're actually trying not to harm them much at all. She voices her concerns in a fevered whisper to her team, when they’ve managed to build up enough distance between themselves and an immediate threat.

"Maybe they're a splinter group," Their Titan dares to hope.

The Hunter, trembling, grips her knife tightly. "No," She says, sounding breathless. "They're corralling us. They want something from us."

"Our Light," Lilith thinks aloud. "That's want they're not really trying to kill us. They want to siphon our Light!"

"Sloane mentioned that that's what they do," The Titan chirps. "So what do we do?"

"Sloane?!" The Fireteam comms flare up, and a Wizard screams from afar. "Sloane?"

The Hunter shakes her head at Lilith's frantic calls. "She can't hear us. They're jamming the signal."

“Well,” The Titan begins, willing himself to be calm, “Now what?”

Lilith puts a hand to her mouth, stroking the chin of her helm. “We have to keep those Knights - more specifically their swords - away from us. But we also have to take them out.” She looks at the Hunter. “I don’t suppose you know any of that invisibility nonsense your kind uses?”

She shakes her head. “Gunslinger.”

“I’m a Striker,” The Titan offers. “As long as I time their swings, I should be able to hopefully get them with my Arc.”

The Warlock sighs. “You do know those blades are a one-hit kill, right?”

“What?”

Lilith inhales to speak and is beaten to the draw by their Hunter. “Those Hive swords are… dangerous. They break through your armor, you die. Rips the Light right out of you.”

“I thought those were left on Luna,” He muses, subdued.

“No,” Both of the women reply immediately. “Obviously not.”

[tifablog]

Season come and go. The air gets cooler. Not even lalotai is safe from the change of temperature. The entrance to the king's layer is shut. The skylight is closed. Tama burrowed under the sand. Anything that will help keep the heat in and spare him from the bitter cold. But the cold still came. Oh if only there was something more he could do. Maybe if there were some warm blooded creature he could use to sap the cold away 1/4

An eye lifted out of the sand and looked over at the “rib cage” where his human slept. He did not see a human. Instead he found a pile of heavy pelts lumped in the middle of the cage. “Hey” tama lifted a claw and nudged at the pile. The pile did not respond. “Heyyyy” He rubbed circles into the mound of pelts until– ah, there she was. You poked your head out from the pile, hair a mess, and groggy from what must have been a deep sleep. “What” you mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“I’m cold” tamatoa whined. “Yeah what else is new?” You retorted and tried to re-bury yourself in the pelts. “Come over” another pitiful whine, and the massive claw brushed shady your cheek. You look at cold blooded crustacean, then at your soft warm pelts. “No” you received a high pitch chitter from the king of monsters. You groaned and looked on at the pathetic sight. You know how long tama’s pity parties could last and you didnt want to be on the receiving end of one

You sigh. “Okay. But I’m keeping the blankets with me-EE!” Before you could finish your sentence the claw dug into the sand and lifted you and your pelt pile into the air… the soft chitin of his neck was cold and clammy, but it was much softer than the sander floor you were sleeping on. And the warmth of the pelts was more than welcome . “You’re the worst” you mumble, but there is no malice. The skin rumbles under you as tama laughs “love ya too, babe”

OH I WAS MISSING THESE SO BADLY 8D

And yes, it’s freaking cold where I live so THIS IS MORE THAN WELCOMED

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[glamorous-revenge]

As Lalotai grew dark, Tamatoa’s lair became a buzzing hive of activity. Tamatoa himself was nowhere to be seen... most likely comforting Brian after the events of the evening... but Jay was desperately trying to get the cave prepared with the help of a few brightly-colored Cleaner Shrimp Monster OCs that she had originally made as a joke but sorta became a thing on accident...

((Put those decorations over there, Waiporoporo! And Karaka! Get Tama’s bowtie laid out and ready!))

A purple shrimp and an orange shrimp saluted at her orders and set to work, but a blue one chittered nervously as it scuttled to Jay’s side and looked over her shoulder at her clipboard.

“Are you sure we should be doing this, ma’am? The rumors I’ve heard suggest that Tamatoa would... erm... not appreciate us moving his stuff around in such a way...”

Jay waved her hand to dismiss him. ((We’ve had a party here before, and this time it’s for someone he actually LIKES... So we’ll be fine, alright? Just clear the main area. I have no idea how many characters and people we’re going to expect, but even if Brian just brings his own characters over it’ll be crowded... unless we can bury Tama’s old shell again and move the unpolished treasures upstairs before morning... Got it?))

The shrimp nodded, and wordlessly went back to his tasks with the other seven crustaceans, leaving Jay to fret over her list.

((Brian deserves the best,)) she muttered to herself as she gently chewed on the end of her pen. ((Especially after this whole mess tonight... we gotta make this day special...))

A red shrimp rolled its eyes. “Is he even going to be up for all this after what happened?”

((Who asked you, Whero!?))

[puccafangirl]

Tiny Tama Adventures!! Part 5

Damn, I’m on a roll with these ._. 5 in just a few days. It’s not like a proper fanfic, just sticky notes XD and this is a bit inspired by that one prompt I sent’cha a long time ago.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

It was unusual having the crab saying “Please” and “Thank you”, ever since that evening when he asked you to put his food on a proper plate. Sometimes he’d sneak in a “Would you kindly”, which for some reason made your cheeks redden a bit. Even your parents were surprised.

There was even one time that Tamatoa just… began pulling out a chair for you when you and your family had dinner (with him joining you every now and then).

Then another time, he detangled your hair before you woke up.

Then another, he had taken out all of the lost trinkets from underneath the furniture of the entire house, some of them things you’ve forgotten you even lost. He didn’t just instantly put the shinier things on his shell. Your family thanked him for doing this.

But the question was why? Why was he doing all of this?

Did he… listen in to your conversation with your parents? Was that the reason why he was… making somewhat of actual effort to appease you and not throw him out?

The initial joy that Tama might have been turning over a new leaf was suddenly just… thrown out. Now you just didn’t know what to think. Either it was genuine, or all an act. You felt… betrayed somewhat with that thought. You wanted to believe that he was doing this to show that he’s capable of change.

These thoughts clouded your vision as you approached your house, the sound of a low growl and the clattering of a trash can caught your attention. You look up and see a large dog, ripping apart the black trash bag just a few feet away. The dog see’s you, foaming horribly at the mouth. He growls at you, snapping his jaws. Oh no.

Don’t move at all. Don’t move, it might ignore you if he doesn’t see you as a threat. No, he sees you, and he’s taken a few steps towards you. You shake; you don’t know what to do. You’re too scared to do anything. You blink, the dog launches at you, you shrink, arms over your head and you scream, tears down your face.

The dog yelped, you open your eyes as you feel no bite. A familiar chitter catches your attention. The shimmering shell shakes lightly, pincers snapping threateningly at the canine. The dog attacks again, and everything is a blur. Your mind is doing its best to comprehend what is just happening. The dog tries to land a bite onto Tama, he counters with either his shell or his claws. At a certain point the dog tries to bite his head, Tama see’s this and pulls his head inward, his shell meeting the dog’s snout.

The dog yelps and runs away. Tama pants, trying to catch his breath, he then laughs, “Ha!! Run, you bloody cur! You’re no match for the Glamorous Tamatoa!” he sighs, finally turning to you with a concerned expression. He asks if you’re ok. You start trembling again. “Oh, come on. The dog is gone, there’s nothing else that will hurt you. Calm d-”

Your arms interrupt him, holding him tightly as your let yourself shake uncontrollably, crying. You could barely speak. It was so horrible, you were so scared. And Tama, he protected you at the risk of his own life. “T-thank you…” you barely formed the phrase between your sobs. His claws gently wrap around you after a moment’s silence.

You go inside the house after you’ve taken your time to cry, and you decide more than ever to confront him about the one thing that’s been bothering you. You gently ask him to hear you out. You ask him if he’s been being nice in the last few days because he overheard your conversation with your parents.

“… Yeah”

Wow, straight to the point.

“And before you say anything, let me explain. Yes, I’ve heard ya. Talkin’ about throwing me out to the curb or to the beach or wherever, like the rest of you, humans. And you know what? I was flippin’ pissed! I was so ready to rip apart your room and your folks’.”

You wanted to say something, but let him speak.

“I wanted to do nothing but flip your home upside down for treating me the way you did. I mean, a dog bowl? Really?! I’m not a freaking dog!… But then you asked for another week to help me…” his amputated leg gave a slight wiggle. “… I didn’t know what to think back then. Even after everything I did, treating you less than the dirt that gets underneath my pincers… You still wanted to help me…” he looked like he was in pain, looking up to you. “That’s when… I tried to at… least be nicer… I did need the help, and you went out of your way to do so… You could have easily left me in that bloody box after what happened… to me… But you didn’t… It’s hard for me to say thanks… So, yeah, I did my best to make your folks and you soften up, to give me more time. At first that was my plan, butter you all up. But you too… started to treat me nicer… and it felt nice…” he tried to keep his flustered face calm, “So, I kept going. Do nice things for you so I could be treated better… It felt forced before, but it turned to something else…”

You notice his cheeks turning a darker shade of purple. “So if you think I saved you from that mangy mutt because I like you so I could have more time, then you’re completely wrong! I did it to get rid of that damn debt I owe ya. So there. You’re welcome.”

You two stay completely in silence, taking all of that in was so much. So someone did mistreat him, and he acknowledged that he needed help. And- wait a minute. Did he just say that he… liked you?

Tama blushes, “N-No! I said that if you thought I saved ya from that dog just to get more time then you’re wrong! I didn’t say anything else!”

He turned his face away, he groaned as his eyes fell onto his shell. His gold was covered in slobber and foam, it was disgusting. You gently grab him and carry him to the shower, offering to clean him up. His disgruntled face panics slightly, he scrunches his lips, pretending that he doesn’t need the help but won’t stop you. You fill the tub to a certain level and put him inside the warm water, with a spare brush you start cleaning his shell as you playfully give him a bath as well. You gently clean his pincers and limbs before pouring some water on his shell, the bubbles of the tub made the whole ordeal seem like something out of the Little Mermaid, which made you giggle. Tama’s expression told you that he wanted to ask what you found funny, but refrained from doing so. You take advantage of the moment and clean his leg as well.

He blushed again as he was getting comfortable in the water, you finish the bath and start drying him with towels, applying the medicine on his leg and wrapping it with clean gauze. As you were about to finish, Tama gently tugged at your sleeve, flustered he asks you if you can give him a small neck massage. You found it adorable but you agree. “… whatever happens right now, if you tell anyone, I will get your mum’s jewels and you’ll never get them back.” Of course, he just had to add a small threat.

Using the medicine for his skin you use it to help your fingers slide across his neck. Tama’s strained but blushing face slowly –and surely- softened. You heard the chitter again when you started, but the sound turned to a gentle trill, his antennae slowly hanging aloof instead of standing upright. You see the small spines behind his head, you playfully run your fingers above them. You froze, the sound Tama let out, a long low trill. It had to be the most adorable thing ever.

Tama let out a small whine, not having his massage. You snap out of your daze and continue. More time passes and he gets so effortlessly comfortable, he lets out a satisfied sigh, whispering “Merci,” just like that night. After all that was said and done, you smiled. He was growing fond of you.

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AHHHHH THIS MIGHT JUST BE THE CUTEST ONE YET!!! The bathtub part...I can’t...it’s just too cute! <333

Share as many as you want, cause I don’t mind at all! I love them! :D

[drkinfession]

;rears my ugly head behind the corner, showing my terrible face to all who have followed this fine entertainment blog; IVE GOT THE BIGGEST DICK!! - thalia

Oh Worm

[drkinfession]

CAN IT BE THE DEVIL, THE DEVILMAN, THE DEVILMAN (I'm so sorry)

THE DEVILBABY CRYMAN?

[drkinfession]

DONT KILL MR EYEBALL ILL CRY I WAS THE ONE THAT SAID MR. EYEBALL IM SVARED OLS

I won’t kill him then! I’ll simply let him be....

[drkinfession]

Mr eyeball man please come save me. It's not safe here

I can assure you. Mr. Eyeball Man will not be alive for much longer.

[drkinfession]

all hours are junko loving hours you absolute fool

God you’re so right 

[drkinfession]

okay but why arent the rest of the buff danganronpa girls being sent on the discord server?? if you send one of em you gotta send ALL of em. sHARING IS CARING.

You’re so right 

[drkinfession]

i thought the username of this blog was drinkfessions

It Will Be

[drkinfession]

karkalicious themed shuichi aesthetic

[drkinfession]

fuyuhiko please slide into my dms.

that ask is only a half joke

Finally someone who respects him as much as I do- 

[drkinfession]

mod mike is an icon i will always support gn

Not For Long

[drkinfession]

hello my name is fuyuhiko kuzuryuu and i m too fuckin anxious to message any peko Ever, even though i really want to bc i miss them. so much

I am literally so in love with you, you have no idea.