#wyatt dandelion

[team-hot-wheels-imaginators]

Hey, I was wondering if we could have a comic where Wheelie falls in love with Brandon and he has an anxiety attack because he is gay and doesn't want her to " leave him to".

...and just so you're aware, the letter never made it to [REDACTED]'S junk pile.

...ever.

[loftylockjaw]

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Pedro’s house PARTIES: Wyatt (@loftylockjaw) & Pedro (@rangervazquez) SUMMARY: Wyatt wants that vegetable lamb. Pedro isn’t giving her up. CONTENT WARNINGS: none

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Plenty of people wondered how Pedro came into ownership of a veggie lamb. It was no word of a lie, what he said online. He and his colleagues went to clear up the highly Instagrammable greenhouse seating that people like to use in the winter. They’re less used in the summer because it’s too hot. The lambs didn’t seem to mind it, as they’d taken up residence in a corner. After some deliberation, the Rangers had decided they could be veggie lamb foster parents until they found some expert or another. Which sounded good to Pedro, right up until Baabara was sitting on his kitchen table and looking expectantly at him. He had turned to the good people of Wicked’s Rest when he’d tried and failed to google a care manual, and got some support. Wyatt told him they eat dandelions, which checked out in terms of them having survived in the town. Pedro had already watered her, and she wasn’t mad at him anymore…he hoped. He decided to send Wyatt a message about the offer to come by with advice. Thanks man, I’d be super grateful for any pointers with this little lady. Maybe I’m pushing my luck, but could you bring lamb milk?

—

Pedro was pushing his luck. Wyatt really had no intention of helping with this thing much at all, unless that feigned help would get the park ranger to relinquish guardianship over the stupid creature… so he decided to play along, assuring the man that he’d bring the milk. But he would only go so far for a bit, so the milk in question wasn’t that of a sheep. It was goat milk, because that’s what he’d had in his fridge at the time. 

Making his way over to the address given, the shifter waited patiently at the door to be let in after knocking. When it swung open, he did his best impression of a good samaritan. “Howdy there, neighbor! Hear you got yourself in a bit of lamb trouble!” He hoped that his southern accent (peculiar as the cajun dialect was) might win him a few points in the trustworthy category with Pedro, having found that to be the case in the past. Sounding humble, simple, and saying it all with a smile went pretty far for getting people to do what you wanted. 

Stepping inside as he was permitted, Wyatt followed Pedro to where the creature laid in a pot full of dirt, now looking between the two men with ears flipped forward and perked straight up. He had to admit, the creature was cute… not that soulful eyes or a pitiful cry had ever stopped him from eating what he wanted in the past, and now he had a real taste for these things. They were by far the most delicious meat he’d ever imbibed, and he wanted more. Needed more. He passed the milk (that had been warmed and switched to a mason jar that had no label) to Pedro, figuring that the request for a bottle was never part of the deal, and that he must already have one around here somewhere. 

“I gotta ask, friend… where’d you find her, anyway?” Where there was one, maybe there were more. And if he couldn’t get Pedro to give up this lamb, perhaps there was a nest of them somewhere in the woods that he could stake out and raid. The thought of it practically made his mouth water. 

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He’d lived in Wicked’s Rest pretty much his whole life, and people often reminded him why he didn’t have any particular desire to leave. Sure, it could be weird - but it was their own brand of weird. There was always someone, or multiple someones, willing to help out. The fact that Baabara was adorable really helped, that was true. The feeling of relief when Pedro opened his door to let Wyatt in and saw the milk - finally, he would be able to feed her! They tried with some of the pet food they put out for four legged friends at the park rangers’ hut, but none of the veggie lambs were having any of it. “Oh man, thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver for real.” 

He set the milk down on the table near Baabara, who duly bleated at them both. “Okay! Diva. It’s like she knows who she’s named after.” She seemed to also know that nobody could resist a cute little sheep in a pot. “They just showed up out of nowhere! We found them in a greenhouse out in the park. Poor things must’ve wanted to get out of the weather. Janet from work was gonna call a friend who’s in the creature sanctuary business.”

—

“Streisand or Walters?” Wyatt asked with a chuckle. Ah, okay, so there were more. Living in a greenhouse in the state park—one that Wyatt was pretty sure he’d seen at least once before. “That’s wild! Are the others still there, or did all the rangers adopt one for themselves?” He really hoped it was the former, but had a sinking feeling that it’d be the latter. If that was the case, he was going to have to work extra hard to get this girl out of Pedro’s possession. 

He hadn’t decided yet if he was above shifting and just taking it by force, honestly. 

The smarter thing to do would be to get the name of this person who ran a creature sanctuary… there were untold goodies to be found in a place like that, after all. “That’s good, though, about the sanctuary,” he agreed through metaphorically gritted teeth, managing to maintain an upbeat and positive appearance. “Who runs that? Never heard of nothin’ like that out this way myself, but I spend a lot of time in the woods n’ find all sorts of troubled little critters… would be better to pass ‘em off to someone who knows what they’re doin’ than tryin’ to rehabilitate ‘em at my own cabin!” He never tried to habilitate them, of course. They were snacks, 100% of the time. Still… he glanced back to Baabara and clicked his tongue. “I do got a beautiful sunny patch that the last lamb I fostered seemed to just adore, though. Just the right amount of shade, sheltered from other things in that area, easy for me to water n’ feed…” As if to really sell the lie, Wyatt reached out and scratched the lamb beneath the chin, grinning when she let out a soft bleat and closed her eyes, leaning into the touch. 

“She fruitin’ yet?” The lamia leaned over the table to look around to her backside where there was more plant than animal, searching for those incredibly delicious sweet treats he’d scarfed up the last time. “They’re fuckin’ incredible if you ain’t tried ‘em yet, man.”

— 

“Streisand, ‘course.” He grinned, rather proud of his naming skills. No ranger worth their salt would have left a small defenceless (they were defenceless, right?) lamb in a pot out to fend for themselves. Hell, the team lead Betty would have taken them all home to live in her veranda if it wasn’t for the fun conversation that would have ensued with her wife about why there were multiple veggie lambs sunbathing in there. If there hadn’t been people out there who knew how to handle them, perhaps she’d have got the team to write the manual on these little guys. “Yeah. we decided we’d all be good foster parents. Seemed like a better idea at the time…but this still works better than leaving them there by themselves with some food. Poor guys.” He’d figured Baabara herself would be the best judge of character when it came to deciding where she ended up, and she seemed pretty chill about Wyatt’s presence. “Never met ‘em myself. They’re an old college buddy of Janet’s.” For all he knew, they might have been a retiree who dedicated their whole house to the weird and wonderful creatures of Wicked’s Rest. It had been Janet’s sixty-somethingth a few months back. Pedro might have seen photos when he was sitting next to her on desk duty after his injury, but that was a bit of a blur. “I figure they kinda ended up doing it by accident when folks got word they had a talent for animal-handling.” Wandering around to have a look to see if Baarbara had been hiding some fruit, he didn’t think she had any yet. Although, he didn’t know if any of the others had fruit either. The whole species was kinda new to him. “Aw, cool! You got another lamb for her to hang out with? Didya give it a fun name?” Baabara should really go back to her - siblings, he presumed, but they didn’t exactly investigate the little guys’ family history. “Do you make fruit?!” He addressed Baarbara directly, who opened her eyes to bleat at him. He got the impression that the answer depended on who was asking. “I don’t see any, but I think she’s trying to say she isn’t down for sharing the fruit.”

—

Fuck. So they were scattered to the four winds, then. With a resigned, inward sigh, Wyatt accepted that he’d probably only be getting one lamb out of this deal. Though, as they spoke of the fruits the lambs often sprouted, he wondered if planting one of those fruits would grow another lamb… he’d have to have Mateo help him investigate, since the mare was the one with the green thumb, as it were. 

Nodding thoughtfully and doing his best to not look disappointed that Pedro didn’t have a name or any other kind of information on this creature-keeper, the lamia figured that finding Janet would be his next step on that particular ladder of overzealous hunting. He wouldn’t do this much investigating for anything other than vegetable lambs. They were just… so, so good. 

“Uh, yeah! His name is… Q-Tip.” That was a pretty good one, honestly. If he didn’t have every intention of immediately eating any veggie lambs he got his claws on, he might actually name one that. Lifting a brow at the lamb’s protest, Wyatt chuckled. “Maybe she ain’t old enough yet.” Maybe he ought to be patient… even though that wasn’t really his style. But he did have a decision to make: smash n’ grab this lamb and ruin and future opportunities of getting more info out of Janet later (at least in a way that wouldn’t end up with her hurt, scared, and/or dead), sweet talk Pedro into giving up Baabara, or be patient. Ugh. Patience. 

“They don’t live long, you know. They’re kinda like rats. Two, maybe three years tops.” He lifted his gaze to meet Pedro’s. “Hard to… say goodbye.” Eugh. “But it only gets harder the longer you wait.”

—

Was the fruit that good for it to be sigh-worthy disappointing that it wasn’t ready yet? He would have to convince Baabara to let him try some. If she wasn’t old enough, that was fine, she could take all the time she needed. Besides, he hadn’t even fed her yet. He didn’t have a bottle or anything, so he would have to try offering her it in a bowl. Maybe once Wyatt left; he wasn’t sure how well she’d take to eating around strangers.

Some animals didn’t like that. He himself was technically a stranger - one she was getting accustomed to, though. 

Pedro smiled. “Q-tip’s a good name. How do you tell how old a veggie lamb is? Apart from the fruit?” Janet’s contact might know. Mock-offence written on his face on Baabara’s behalf, he struggled not to laugh. “You’re not like a rat, are you, girl? You’re like a fancy little hamster. I had those as a kid. It’s sad, but…as long as they get a good life, right?”

—

Pedro wasn’t picking up what he was putting down, obviously. That meant that sweet talk was probably off the menu, didn’t it? That left patience, if Wyatt even managed to find this Janet lady, and… god, nope. Nuh uh. That was absolutely not a skill he possessed. He’d just keep this one alive until it fruited, then attempt the whole planting thing. And promptly have the most delicious lamb dinner of his life. 

“... listen, man. You seem like a nice guy, really. And it was awful nice of you to adopt this little snack, but I’ll be honest with you: I’m here to take it. So I’d really just appreciate it if you could make this easier for the both of us and give up the goat. Er, sheep. To me.” 

—

He’d really put his foot in it now. Baabara couldn’t possibly understand, and so it was his own guilt he was reading into the expression on her innocent, harmless little face. She did not look pleased. No wonder he got himself killed. He didn’t want to do that again. At the same time, he couldn’t just sit down and watch such a defenseless creature get taken away to become a snack. 

“You were supposed to help, Wyatt!” Pedro shouted, stepping in front of the pot. “Get out of my house. Before I call the cops.” 

—

Wyatt scoffed. “I am helpin’ I’m helpin’ me! You don’t get it. You’d get it if you fuckin’ ate one of ‘em.” He narrowed his eyes at Pedro, common sense abandoning him as he let them shift from blue to yellow, as crocodilian scales started to appear on his hands and up his arms, fingers turning long and webbed and tipped with sharp claws. He didn’t want to hurt the man over something like this, that was kind of ridiculous, but he was angry. And maybe there was more anger than was sensible that was coming from other sources, but regardless of the reason, it was an unfortunate truth that Pedro was now the target of that frustration. 

“I’m comin’ back for that thing,” he threatened with a snarl, deciding he could let it go today. He knew where Pedro lived, now. Knew where he kept her. Knew where to find more, maybe. Hopefully. As he stuffed his anger back down into the hole it should’ve stayed in, his features returned to normal. With an irritated huff, the lamia snatched the bottle of goat milk he’d brought with him and turned tail to stomp back to the front door. “Mark my words, couyon! You better keep three eyes on ‘er!”

[rubberkiwi79]

Fast first draft. Feel free to critique.

Major Marcus Hoburn, commanding officer of Bravo Company of the Barghests Howl Mercenary Regiment, strode from the Headquarters truck towards his 85 ton Stalker Battlemech. Looking around the small clearing they were using as a temporary camp he spotted a figure seated against a tree, stetson dropped ofer its eyes.

Marcus walked over and kicked the mans boot. "Morning Staff Sargeant."

Not lifting his head the seated figure replied with a long slow drawl. "Mornin'."

"Not sure you've heard, a lot of people around here call me Sir or Major!"

"Not sure you've heard, i didnt call your father or grandfather sir when i served under them, not likely to start now kiddo." With one finger the seated man pushed up the brim of his hat revealing a face that appeared much younger than Marcus's 45 years. The eyes however held the wisdom of years.

"Alright old man, but arent you supposed to be doing something right now? Your Rifleman is half of our entire air defence right now with the aerospace wing grounded." Marcus said quizzically.

"How many times do i have to tell you," standing he brushed off his pants with his hat and turned his head revealing long pointed ears, " these ears can hear a flea drop a turd 2 miles out. No flyboy is getting anywhere near us."

" All the same Wyatt, for the sake of appearances, would you mind pretending im in charge and mount up? Briefing in 5."

"Since its you boss, just this once." The Elf slowly dragged himself up to attention and tapped his right eyebrow, yelling "SIR, YES SIR!" At the top of his lungs. The centuries old Elf bounded over to his mech, scaling the chain ladder 12 metres up to the cockpit. Within 15 seconds the head mounted radar was active and the mechs twin autocannon arms were scanning the sky.

"Like ive told you boss, when the Dandelion eaters showing off gets annoying im happy to squish him for you." A deep rumbling voice said above and behind Marcus. "No charge."

Marcus stifled a grin before he turned around to look the newcomer square in the metal codpiece. By no means was the Major a small man at 6 foot 2 inches, one of the reasons he piloted the stalker was due to the fact he simply didnt fit in some other mechs cockpits. He craned his kneck back looking up. And further up. On a normal day, just like others of his species, Sue stood a little over 8 feet tall. In the power armor he was currently wearing, it was closer to 10. "Oh, i couldnt do that Ray, he's basically a family heirloom at this point. Im glad you're ready to move, wheres your partner?"

The Troll waved one enormous Metal claw towards the tree tops on the western side of the clearing. "Off gathering intel from the local wildlife, as usual."

"Good, good. Tell her we're moving out. Briefing in 5." Marcus turned toward his Mech but had only taken two steps before the world exploded behind him.

"SHERYL! GET YOUR CRAP, WE'RE MOVING!"

Marcus swung back around, his ears ringing. "Shit Ray! Those suits have comms dont they? So we dont need to yell?"

The Troll grinned back and said simply "they sure do." Before bounding away with the aid of his suits jump jets.

Turning, Marcus headed towards his mech yet again thinking to himself 'yeah, but theyre my screwballs'. Catching movement in his peripheral vision he dropped to one knee as an armored foot flew through the air where his head had been.

"Sorry sir, the mana on this planet is a little off. Its screwing with my magic a little." While wearing a similar suit to the Enormous Troll, the young human woman was barely half his size. However the young Eagle Shaman could more than hold her own in a fight. Before the Major could even stand, let alone reply, she had sped off through the air.

"Friggin mages."

In truth, the young woman had been a blessing to the unit, they had gone several years without magical support and it had cost them dearly. In both men and metal. When Ray brought her to the dropship on Outreach 18 months ago after some R&R, nobody quite knew what to make of her. But Ray had said she was coming and so along she came. It took 3 and a half weeks to reach their next destination, an out of the way dustball that was home to a pirate band that had been preying on the local cluster. At least that had been the brief from the Fixer back on Outreach. What it had actually been, as happened far too frequently in recent years, was something else entirely.

Marcus had led his company of 12 Mechs and support Armor down the ramp of the Turtzburg dropship, prepared for a fight as always but not expecting one. Nor had they been expecting Word of Blake Militia. Two full companies of highly advanced mechs with Aerospace support. Suddenly Marcus heat warning had blared, threatening a reactor shutdown even though he'd yet to fire a single shot. There in the centre of the enemy line a small metal figure stood shimmering. Not only were the Howlers outnumbered and outgunned,

[winterfromwof-alt]

I'm gonna name some of my ocs and you guys can make random ships of them

DHAU/ Demon-Human Alternate Universe(my universe thing): Eric, Emri, OneEye/Ariel, Daniel, Ghost, Dani (she's dead btw), Daniella, M(r)s.Jones, Mr.Jones (also dead), Ajax, Beth, Katie, Victoria, Jermacia, Chris, Lil'Killer, Mr.Killer (dead 3.0), Mrs.Killer, Lucifer, Mr.Arson, Mrs.Arson, Mr.Blaze, Zayne, Ava, Lunar, Solar, Planet, O, Starburst, Mrs.Valley, Mr. Eclipse, Mr.???(he died a while ago), Mars (basic name), Halo, Nyx, Valentine, Champagne, Michael (definitely not named after @mikeybuddha), *Some character that doesn't have a name yet 💔*, October(ALSO dead), Pumpkin, Jack/Mr.O'lantern, Mist, Mr.Blue, Baby Blue, Coral, Mr.Vine, Sherman, Seahorse, GlowFish, Mrs.Titan, Alex/Alexander, Alyssa, Mr.Titan, Wyatt, West (his last name is Ern), XX (a robot), TeaVee (also a robot), Clover, Dream (not the youtuber), Wreath, Mrs.Nature, Mr.Nature, Robin, Fire, Jay (guess what....ALSO DEAD!!!), Freezed, VFT/Venus Fly Trap, Cayenne, GoatSheep (wth is that name), Canvas, Unknown, Sora, Serpent (killed Mr.Jones), Narrator, Creator (god/nsrs)

Haunting House (another one of my universe things): Leshero, Morhero, Trypan, Arachnid, Clown (forgot her real name 💔), Scop, Hemo, Phasma (I think that's how I spell it), Agora

OSC/ object show community: TrafficCone (TC), Hoddie, Piano (nearly killed), Electric (Electric guitar), Extinguisher (fire extinguisher), Sticks(yes there are 2 of them), Pretzel, Star (ninja star), Weight (5 pounds), Weight (20 pounds), Tie (hair tie), Mephone14(II oc <3)

WoF/Wings of Fire: Silver, Slushie, Stormie, Nightmare, Gemstealer, Everest, Polar, Antenna, Insect, Dandelion, Light, Butterfly, Tranturla, Mango, Nightshade, Termite, Peach, Ocean, Puddle, Seashell, Sunshower, Heat-Wave, Cacti, Lumi, Kiwi, Weather, Hurricane, Berry, Bayou, Galaxyseer, Oyster, Honey-Dew, Flamethrower, Cardinal, Aloe, Reef, Rosy, Sage, Flamecatcher, Planetwalker, Mysterious, Seashell (all of the wof ocs are nearly killed, minus Oyster and Flamecatcher, they died)

Fairys (just some random fairy ocs idk): Clara, Yiona (not named after me), Gem, Lava, Lavender, Max, Ophie (my friend help me make her), Ienna (another one of my friend help me make her), Jack (another oc name Jack?? omg)

TMF (The Music freaks): Wednesday(not named after Wednesday Addams/srs), Nora, Noah, Lunar, Lillian, Nathan (dead), George, Rain, Taylor, Berry (another oc named berry?? omg), Carlos, Max (another oc named max?? omg)

That's it :D (I think)

[butchjesus]

oc verses / story tags (a-z) + characters:

dreamland: truffle, puffball, sandman, b.g., marina, ash, myke

gummysugar: puck, blinkie, xavier, faust, pru

eyeverse (eyetooth + eye for an eye): matteo, tiernan, clem, vio, goshawk, vulture, starling

freefallverse (bedevil + citadel + devotional): eli, keth, ben, father binaventure, pastor dana, bishop piardi | pandora, valoel, hunt | the demon princes, the archangels

fortunaverse (vocation + fnrf + angelpeak park): glasses, ocelot, cignetti, judge, buchanan, ronin, gil, dr. keys, the core team

the grey circle: prince sebastian, sir konstantine, gren, bain, ilean, cainiph, imogen, queen vera, king cyrus, wren jester, the knights of mirideth

subordinate dating sim: count masters, kevin, lady rivet, mortimer, eros, clara, reaper, pork rind, skullcrusher, fracture, hero, blur

sunset column: breaker, r60, lupe, riser, beau, dandelion, bloodhound, wyatt, win

toyhouse corners: postman basil, sir alfred, hannah, mac, blade, foster, leo bear, leslie mouse, tabasco, lemondrop

if you're looking for a specific charracter's tag, search their name :)

[crystalmonk5579]

Haii totally not a suspicious blog post for my bestie @ninjapaste >:3c

Bazhagen/Duke Wyatt

A/n: NONE OF THESE ARE CANNON BESIDES THE EAR WIGGLES AND THE EAR PETS OK?! I'm literally just doing this bc Robyn is asleep and I don't wanna bother them lol anyways let's begin!!!

~~o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o haiiiiio⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o~~

Bazhagen:

Ok, pets fucking start off with the obvious, his ears are sensitive. Like not really sensitive where it could be painful, but like, lil tingles when you touch em.

His bf Lucian(my oc) will pet his ears sometimes

This mofo can get jealous as easily as a fly and flap it's wings. Like Lucian could be talking to someone from Durmitch and if they do ONE WRONG THING IT IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING DEATH GLARE FOR THE REST OF THE COVO

Very into pda but I feel like that's a given bc of his out going natured personality

This man will constantly tease Lucian Abt anything so be fucking careful when you're around baz, he will never stop reminding you of embarrassing things. Like you guys could be talking and he could call you kale teeth in reference to when you were talking to your crush and you had a piece of kale in-between your teeth.

Doesn't trust wild animals in Durmitch for three reasons, 1.) They're probably dangerous 2.) They could be used as listening devices for some magical people! And 3.) Lucian might adopt them and they're gonna steal his bfs attention away from him >:(

Honestly, I think he might be really fucking good at rock climbing for some reason...

This man is willing to pick up his small 5' bf and just smother him with kisses in public, no holds back all out, just to either scare someone off or just to show he loves his bf sm

Willing to just show up unannounced and bring you gifts if he ever senses you are sad one singular bit. "Heyyy, I saw you were acting not like yourself, and really really sad for whatever reason so I bought out an entire bakery with my friends money, you wanna watch the real elf house wives?"

HEAVY ASS SLEEPER ISTG IT WILL TAKE A FUCKING MILLION MAN MARCHING BAND TO WAKE HIM UP A LIL BIT/hj

I think he might really be into soda or root ear floats in a modern au

I think he might also really like axe throwing too, both as practice for fighting and competition!

This man's hair is so so so fucking rough and jaggy like look at it, it looks like a susuwatari from studio Ghibli movies except they're all greased up and spiked to make him look cool

I don't think he actually likes the leather pants he wears, like they're very restrictive and not good for fighting, not to mention it must fucking itch badly since I'd assume Durmitch woods are kinda like rainforests. And we all know that leather pants + humid/wet rainy areas= ITCHY ITCHY!!!!/neg but eh, who gives a shit!?! He looks cool in em

Cry baby when he gets a cold "OUGHHHHH LUCIAN WHY MUST YOU ABANDON MEEEEE?!!?!?" "....babe you have a mild cold, you'll be fine in a couple of days" "*sniffling and sobbing* WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO MEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?"

Duke Wyatt:

His hair is so fucking soft istg, it looks so fluffy and soft and nice to touch

I bet he smells like dandelions and tree sap from the woods

Modern day au I think this man would have a skincare routine ngl

I think if he could I would actually be really really good at drawing!!! Like omfg I bet his penmanship from song wriitng

Man will sometimes unconsciously death grip Lucian while he's cuddling him by accident

Would slightly die inside if his favorite patisserie would go out of business and he couldn't get his almost croissants anymore

This man gives like the bestest hugs ever istg, they're tight and soft at the same time and theyre long but not too long that they over stay their welcome

Honestly....he'd slay in a summer dress, LIKE ESPECIALLY THOSE DAINTY WHITE ONES WITH SUNFLOWER PRINTS THAT GO SO WELL WITH A SUN HAT

Very very good at dexterity shit with his hands bc of wood carving, speaking of hands!

Very calloused and gritty on the sides bc of accidently nicking himself while making flutes and other wooden things, carrying logs, wood cutting etc etc

HE IS A FUCKING HEATER WHEN JT COMES TO CUDDLING, HE IS PERFECT FOR EXTRA COLD WINTER NIGHTS

(Modern au)Hates and I mean HATES SCARY AND GORY MOVIES WITH ALL HIS HEART

Actually more of a cat person than a dog person, as much as he gives off golden retriever bf vibes tho, they're just a lot calmer and more nice to be around...and they won't chew up his flutes!!!

(modern au) any movie relating to animals dying like a dogs purpose, Marley and me, etc etc. They make him go through all the stages of grief for a 5 day period.

He really really likes flannels too!!

That's it for now y'all!!! Have a nice day/night/evening!!

~~(⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ byeeeeeee ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)~~

[kinglyisms-archived]

𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒉

The Castle: Hiroki, Akira, Amir can be found here.

Starlight Bar: Wyatt (owner), Elliot, Casimir can be found here.

Alutora: Satoru and Casimir can be found here.

The Manor: Eric, Artemis, Zero and Adriel can be found here.

The Samaha Coven: Amir's family home.

The Cross Coven: Wyatt & the Abarith Witches.

Reid Pharmaceuticals: Luka's Family & his father's buisness.

The Great Forest of Abarith: the Abarith Werewolf Pack, Toshiro (Alpha), Elliot (Beta / Second in Command), Elijah (Pack Member) and his son Slias. Ceto and Chyrvin, the Dragons who own Dandelion Apothecary (all can be found here).

[kokinu09]

prompt: wyaddison + ten years after

Wyatt and Addison’s son wants to be wild. Inspired by ‘A World Without Fences’ from Lady and the Tramp 2. I kinda picture this being, like, post ‘A Walk in the Woods’ timeline. But it’s not directly associated.

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Happy belated birthday Keeps! 😘 I hope you like this… 😅

“Wesley! Dinner time!” Addison called up the stairs.

Silence.

Her brows furrowed. Usually she’d immediately hear a reply or at least a groan if he was busy. But no, she heard nothing.

“Wes?” She called again, taking one step at a time to go check in on him. Maybe he’d fallen asleep?

Attempting to be as quiet as possible, she slowly cracked his door open. “Wesley?” She questioned gently.

When she peeked her head in and found his bed empty, panic flooded her system. “Wesley?!” She burst into the room and scanned the entire space over and over as if she’d missed him somehow.

He had come home from school! He told her he was tired! He went up to his room! He had to be there! But where?!

After spinning for the third time, it sank in that he really wasn’t there. “Wyatt!” She finally screamed, running at full speed out of their son’s bedroom. “Wyatt!” She continued to shout as she rushed down the stairs.

He appeared around the corner from the den with concern written on his face and eyes dilated from alertness. He easily caught her around the waist when she nearly collapsed down the last couple of steps, pulling her into his chest as tears burst from her eyes.

“I’m right here, calm down.” He petted her hair soothingly. When she wasn’t hyperventilating anymore, he finally asked, “What’s going on, Addison?”

She looked up at him with panic still filling her features. “Wesley’s gone! I didn’t even see him leave! Did he talk to you? Tell you where he was going?” Wyatt’s brows knitted in confusion as he shook his head.

Addison’s eyes widened in horror and she was quick to try squirming out of his arms. “Addison! Calm down!” He ordered, caging her to his body in a tight embrace.

“He’s only 8, Wyatt! He’s 8 and he ran off somewhere out there! I have to go look for him! We have to go find him!” She shouted, weakly pounding her fists to his chest until she completely collapsed into him in a heap of sobs. He hugged her, kissing her hair comfortingly.

“I’ll go find him. Everything will be alright.” He told her gently.

She looked up at him from his words. “I’ll go with you—” She started to say but he was quick to cut her off.

“No, I’m going alone.” He told her with finality. Softening at the startled look on her face. “No offense, Baby, but you’d just slow me down.” He joked, even with the half-truth to his words. Her stormy blue eyes stared up into his, desperately searching for any crack that he might change his mind. But she came up with none, finally nodding her agreement.

Wyatt gave her a smile, ready to turn away and start the hunt, but she stopped him by grabbing the collar of his shirt. “You have to bring him home.” She said firmly. Wyatt chuckled, leaning in to plant a soft kiss to her quivering lips.

“I’ve got the best nose in town, Addy.” He teased. Then placed his forehead on hers. “I’ll find him. I promise.” He felt her relax for the first time, giving her hand one last squeeze before taking off out the front door to sniff out their son’s whereabouts.

~*~

The scent led him completely out of Seabrook and across the old barrier. He followed it all through Zombietown, as if Wesley was exploring every inch of the place.

He got a funny look from a zombie woman who walked by as he knelt down to sniff a trampled dandelion garden. Not that he cared what anyone thought of him. All that mattered was finding his boy.

And, yup, he was definitely on his trail.

The further Wyatt followed the scent, the more he realized exactly where his son must have wandered off to. Into what once was known as the Forbidden Forest.

His jaw clenched and his pace quickened as he followed in his son’s tracks. He hadn’t had a chance to teach Wesley how to safely navigate the wilderness. It would be easy for an exploring werepup to get lost or hurt without proper guidance.

As soon as Wyatt squeezed through the old bent-up fence, he took off like a bullet. Heart pounding anxiously and nose to the sky as he sniffed the air almost constantly. Not willing to lose track of his boy’s scent.

It wasn’t long before he caught whiffs of other familiar scents too. He sighed in relief, the tension in his muscles dissipating ever so slightly. They were his old pack mates. At least he wouldn’t be alone. But until Wesley was in his sights, he couldn’t fully relax.

His feet carried him across the woodsy terrain with practiced ease. A feeling of nostalgia built in his chest. It had been too long since he’s been on a good run. The fresh air blowing past his ears and the refreshing smell of pine filling his lungs. The soft forest floor giving way just enough for his boots to get a good grip on the earth.

He wouldn’t trade the life he has with Addison and Wesley, but he sure does miss the wilderness.

Before he even realized it, Wyatt was standing at the mouth of the den. Like muscle memory had just kicked in and brought him back to his old home without even thinking. One quick sniff was confirmation that his son was here. He was close. Wyatt’s stomach leapt as he eagerly continued onward.

As he got closer to the den’s center, he could hear rhythmic clapping, stomping, and laughter getting louder and louder. A beat he recognized from a long time ago. It felt so reminiscent that he didn’t want to interrupt it. He crept down the tunnel and crouched down to peek around the corner into the gathering area.

The den was alive with song and dance. A song he remembered vividly when he’d brought Addison here the first time. It was her ‘Call to the Wild’. Though this version was altered ever so slightly.

He spotted his boy bouncing excitedly in the midst of the pack, one of the widest grins Wyatt had ever seen on him splitting his cheeks. As the production came to a close, Wesley lifted his chin and howled. A sound that filled his chest with pride.

But there was also a tinge of hurt in his heart. The pack had made him this happy. Not him.

When murmuring settled, the crowd parted and his twin emerged. Willa strutted over to her nephew she’d only met a few times when he was a baby and knelt down to be at his level.

“What brings you into our forest young pup?” She asked him with a teasing smirk.

“I'm not a pup anymore! I wanna be like you real werewolves!” Wesley protested, face scrunched into a pout. “I wanna run through the woods! I wanna do what I want, when I want, and nobody can tell me no!” He continued to rant, pacing around and telling any wolf who would listen before returning to face Willa. A determination blazing in his eyes. “I wanna be a wild and free wolf!”

Willa’s brows had jumped in surprise at the young boy’s outburst but then stood into a proud stance, hands on her hips as if she’s decided something. As Alpha, her word is always final after all. “Then I guess it’s time for you to join our pack, officially.” She replied matter-of-factly.

“Really?! You mean it?!” Wesley questioned excitedly.

Wyatt’s eyes widened for only a moment before his brows knit into a glare, a low growl rumbling in his chest. The sound reverberating off the walls of the quiet den and catching every wolf’s attention as they spun to face the entryway. Wyatt had already stood as the other wolves took defensive stances. He, however, held his head high with a straight spine, not looking for a fight if he didn’t have to.

Wesley was wide-eyed standing beside the alpha. His shoulders hunched slightly, a habit of his when he knew he was in trouble. Willa saw her brother walking towards her with a scowl on his face and raised an amused brow. “Long time no see, Wyatt.” She said casually, knowing exactly how to grate on his nerves. Though he tried to ignore her, instead turning his attention to his son.

“Wait, you know him?” Wesley asked the alpha from the familiarity in her tone. Willa chuckled.

“Oh, your father and I go way back.” She joked, making Wyatt growl. It fell on deaf ears as his sister continued, strolling lazily to circle him. “In fact, he used to be one of the strongest and most loyal wolves this pack has ever known. The Beta Wolf.” She said into his ear. He hid the way his spine shook. His features as hard as stone, not giving away the hurt he felt in his heart from what happened.

“Wow, no way,” they vaguely heard Wes murmur.

Willa returned to Wesley’s side, her eyes flashing to bore into Wyatt’s. An intensity in her gaze that would make any other wolf shrink into the ground. “I’m surprised he never told you.” Her voice dripping with venom.

“Come on, Wes. We’re going home.” He barked, walking over to grab his hand. But the boy pulled out of his grasp.

“What?! No!” He refused, backing up to stand next to Willa. Wyatt stared at him. He glanced at his sister and saw she was just as surprised as him but more in amusement than shock. Wyatt shook it off.

“What do you mean ‘no’.” He said more as a rhetorical question than anything. “Your mother has been worried sick! We can discuss this when we get home.” Wyatt snapped, turning to head for the exit without waiting for a reply.

“No.” Wesley stayed firm. “I’m not going back, Dad. You might not want this lifestyle but I do!” He tried desperately to make his father understand.

“You don’t know what you want. You’re too young to be out on your own like this!” Wyatt argued, moving to retake his hand. Willa took a step between them.

“He won’t be on his own. He’ll have his pack. Or have you forgotten what that’s like?” She countered in Wesley’s defense. Wyatt’s lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, eyes glowing dangerously.

“Are you trying to take my son away from me now?” He growled threateningly. Willa growled right back.

“No! No one’s forcing me to do anything!” Wesley shouted, pushing his way into the middle. He turned to his father with determination in his eyes. “This is what I want. I want to find where I belong.”

Wyatt knelt down to his level, placing his hands on his son’s shoulders. “You belong at home. With me and your mom. Your family.” He tried to explain but Wesley turned his head away in frustration.

“You and mom just want to keep me caged up.” He huffed.

Wyatt was taken aback. He didn’t realize his son didn’t feel free. Had they really been so oblivious to how Wesley was feeling?

“Your mom and I want you to be happy.” Wyatt argued in confusion.

“Then let me go!” Wes exclaimed, making Wyatt’s eyes widen. “Let me choose my own destiny. You got to choose yours.”

He was right. Wyatt lived in the wild his entire youth. Then he met Addison and they decided to start a new life together. They thought they were doing the best thing for Wesley by raising him in Seabrook. But his heritage begged to differ.

He is a wolf.

Wyatt sighed, knowing what had to be done. Though he knew his wife wouldn’t be happy about it. In one swift motion, he wrapped his son in a tight hug.

He held him there for a long moment before he whispered, “You can come home whenever you’re ready.”

When he pulled back, he hadn’t expected the resistance as if Wesley didn’t want the embrace to end just yet. He offered him a sad smile of reassurance. “We love you, Wesley.” He added, ruffling the boy's white-streaked hair.

After standing upright, he was once again met by his sister. Her expression was neutral, neither arrogant nor remorseful about the whole situation. He looked her dead in the eyes, offering up his hand for her to take. Which she did.

“I’m trusting you.” He said. She gave only a serious nod. Both knew the magnitude of what was transpiring for the young wolf. A right of passage that no one was prepared for just yet.

And Wyatt would miss it.

Reluctantly, it was time for him to turn away. His pace quick as he went back the way he came. He didn’t want Wesley to see the moisture that built in his eyes. He’d be strong for his son.

It wasn’t until the chilled open air hit him that the dam broke. The tears wouldn’t stop streaming as he ran as fast as he could through the forest. Wouldn’t stop when he passed through Zombietown. Most not even able to tell from how fast he was going. And definitely didn’t stop when he broke the news to Addison. Their house felt empty without their little boy there.

And there was no telling when or if he would come home.

[kinglyisms]

♚ — Residence.

In the Castle.

Hiroki Nakamura: The 23rd King of Abarith.

Akira Senju: The Advisor

Amir Samaha: Court Mage

In Town.

Wyatt Cross: Court Witch / Black Market Boss / owner of Starlight Bar (lives in his mansion he had built on the side of the mountain Abarith Castle is built on top of).

Luka Reid: Court Pureblood Vampire (lives in a manor in the Vampire District in Abarith).

In the Academy.

Satoru Matsuki: Alutora Academy Chairman & Librarian / Archivist (lives in his house behind the Academy).

Casimir Rose: Professor at Alutora & Satoru's Assistant / Librarian (lives in his house behind the Academy).

Outskirts (lost manor).

Eric: Manor Master

Zero: Servant

Artemis: God of Creation / freeloader

Adriel: Angel of Fate

The Great Forest.

Toshiro Kobayashi: Alpha of the Abarith Pack / Voice of the Woodland Creatures on the King's Court / Protector of the Great Forest.

Elliot: Second in Command of the Abarith Pack / Bartender at Starlight.

Elijah: Wolf in Abarith's Pack / Captain of the Royal Guard.

Ceto: The Cursed Dragon.

Chyrvin: The Healing Dragon / Owner of Dandelion Apothecary.

[whitneydaniell]

by: Julia Heaberlin Published: Aug 11, 2020 Genre: Mystery, Thriller, Fiction 352 Pages, E-Book

★★

GoodReads Synopsis:

It's been a decade since Trumanell Branson disappeared, leaving only a bloody handprint behind. Her pretty face still hangs like a watchful queen on the posters on the walls of the town's Baptist church, the police station, and in the high school. They all promise the same thing: We will find you. Meanwhile, her brother, Wyatt, lives as a pariah in the desolation of the old family house, cleared of wrongdoing by the police but tried and sentenced in the court of public opinion and in a new documentary about the crime.

When Wyatt finds a lost girl dumped in a field of dandelions, making silent wishes, he believes she is a sign. The town's youngest cop, Odette Tucker, believes she is a catalyst that will ignite a seething town still waiting for its own missing girl to come home. But Odette can't look away. She shares a wound that won't close with the mute, one-eyed mystery girl. And she is haunted by her own history with the missing Tru.

My Review:

A slow burn, for sure. Most of the story is forgettable but, of course, Wyatt is written off as some reclusive, freak who murdered his dad and his sister. Which, makes it so obvious that it's not Wyatt. There are a lot of characters to sift through, which is typical for a mystery but the "thriller" vibe of it is not there. If you're keen on mystery and pay attention to wordplay, you figure it out pretty quickly.

It's hard to speak on the twist and turns of this story without spoiling it so I'll say this, if you find this book at your bookstore or want to download an E-version to read when you have nothing else to do, sure.

One-Word Summary: Eh

[team-hot-wheels-imaginators]

Being the resident junior handyman of Team Hot Wheels, Wheelie sometimes gets the privilege of Imaginating new cars for the boys to use.

However, unlike [REDACTED], her methods of presentation are... different.

...very different.

[kanerallels]

Listen all of his series are so good okay? They're ideally written for the fantasy obsessed teenager

100 Cupboards? Reverse portal fantasy with plant magic, faerie lawyers, and defeating the bad guy with the power of dandelions and love. Also a prequel story where the first time the main character's dad meets his future wife, he calls her a witch. In his defense, he's a teenager

Ashtown Burials? Secret society united against magical evildoers and ultrapowerful immortals who are literally just mythological and historical figures. The main character is descended from John Smith, his sister is friends with Arachne, and he regularly pulls the most insane stunts imaginable. Also it has Rupert Greeves, one of the coolest characters of all time

Outlaws of Time? Time travel, Western shootouts, and the Angel of Death just showed up a chapter ago. Plus there's a good guy named Poncho because. You know. He wears a poncho. And they meet Wyatt Earp

And that's not even getting started on the incredibly awesome lines you'll find just drifting in the middle of a middle grade fantasy novel

It's literally impossible for N. D. Wilson to write a book that ISN'T absolutely fire

[suzy-queued]

Comfort Tag Game

Thanks, @energievie! 🥰🥰

We can all use a little comfort from time to time, so what’s the first thing that comes to mind when you see the following:

Song: "Need you Around" by Smoking Popes

Band: Alkaline Trio

Movie: Howl's Moving Castle

Actress: Aubrey Plaza

Actor: Bill Hader

TV Show: Drunk History

Concert Video: That stupid "Britain's Got Talent" audition video of Susan Boyle singing "I Dreamed a Dream"

Book: The Drawing of the Three by Stephen King

Author: Joe R. Lansdale

Poem: "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Character: Ben Wyatt from Parks and Rec

Piece of Clothing: My army-green khaki pants that fit perfectly

Meal: Chicken Tetrazzini

Snack: Sliced peaches

Drink: Dandelion Roast with oat milk

Animal: Cat

Room: A screened-in porch with a warm thunderstorm outside

I'll tag ... @mmmichyyy @ianandmickeygallavich @chicanomick @metalheadmickey @deathclassic @vintagelacerosette @creepkinginc @sweetbee78 @shameless-notashamed @mzshko

[kangaracha]

Zed at Addison’s funeral

She walks into the mountains at midnight.

The snow envelops her almost immediately, swallowing her boots and eddying down into her hair, a fog of cold air hanging between them as that space grows ever wider. He can't see if she looks back, or if she strides forward with all the conviction that has brought her to this moment - to the wolves, hiding in the snowdrifts just beyond the trees, dark shapes in dark shadows waiting to steal her away from him.

There's nothing Zed can do but wait.

And wait.

And wait.

---

It rains that summer, a downpour so persistant that when he throws a handful of flower seeds on the barren earth of Zombietown, they spring up with a vivacity that no life behind those walls has known for a very long time. They bloom too late though - Addison has whole meadows of wildflowers now, a family big enough to fill Zombietown to run through them with. She doesn't need his drooping dandelions and pale sunflowers. Maybe she never did.

He still hauls himself out of bed every morning though, still hauls water from the kitchen sink to his little patch of flowers, persistent despite being doomed to die. Stands over them and sloshes water into their roots and scans the dark corners of the streets for unwelcome beasts returned.

On Sunday morning, a pair of yellow eyes looks back at him from the narrow alley that flanks Eliza's house. A sharp claw beckons for him to follow. A hank of white hair hides the boy's face.

Wyatt.

Zed works on the latch of his Z-band (fixed, again. Broken, again) as they walk, out and out and out of town, back to the meadow where he'd last seen her.

---

She's lying still in the sundrenched dirt, her eyes closed and her jaw screwed shut.

It's the worst thing he's ever seen. Worse than anything he could have ever imagined, worse than the image of her disappearing into the snow and never returning. He screws his eyes shut. He opens them again. She's still there, her bouquet of wildflowers clutched in her hands, her mouth unsmiling, her skin dry like a sheet of paper.

He thinks he asks why. He thinks he turns and grabs Wyatt by the throat. He thinks they go down in the dirt, fists and feet flying. He thinks he walks back to Zombietown the same way he walked here - heart in his throat, legs unsteady beneath him, hands shaking at his sides.

He blinks and he's howling into the grass, hands wrenching at his hair like they can rip the grief from him before it digs its claws in any deeper. Like he can still get up and walk away. Like she is still in the mountains, like he will wait another year for her to come home.

No ending comes. No release, no reprieve. Only grief, only her solemn, pale face, for days and days and days.

(@keepswingin )

[detective-with-one-arm]

"Here," the satyr's tail nervously flicks," Have some flowers. They're edible! I-i think."

Happy to see her darling satyr, Rachel pulled him in for a hug, smushing his face against her chest as she took the flowers from him. "Dandelions!" She cried, taking in a deep breath as she gently popped one into her mouth. "I love them!"

Pulling Wyatt close, the cervitaur kissed him firmly, tail wagging the more she did. "Thank you. You're so sweet!"

[haunthouse]

superhero au violet + fancy event

Violet shouldn't be here.

The ILB has begun parading the remaining Wyatt Masons around at events, galas meant to fundraise whatever initiatives the ILB is sinking their teeth into next, and Violet is more and more sure that coming was a bad idea — it has been months since they escaped the ILB, and coming back feels like stepping into a bear trap with eyes wide open. They fiddle with the sleeves of their suit and wish it was the sweaters they have back home instead.

They still look like the other Wyatts. The ten that remain. They've dyed their hair back to black, and they waked into the ballroom only a few steps behind the rest; so long as they don't give themselves away, nobody needs to know they shouldn't be there. So long as no one does a head count and realizes they've picked up an extra Wyatt, they're fine. They can be back to the apartment before Ivy and Roo even realize they've left.

It's a plan that depends on a lot of things out of their control. They shove their hands into their pockets and force themselves to scan the room, looking for familiar faces. Familiar enough to be mirrors.

Vi wants to leave. The door is still only a dozen steps away; they could be out into the night before anyone noticed their presence, much less their absence.

But they've already done that once. They can't leave the rest of the Wyatts behind again, not without saying anything.

They take a deep breath, and make their way into the crowd. It'll be fine. It's just like a bank robbery. Except Ivy and Roo usually take point on those, on anything less than polite, and Violet has come alone, didn't even tell them where they were going. Maybe they should have. Maybe this was all a mistake —

"Violet?"

It's whispered low enough and close enough that no one else could possibly hear, but still makes them jump, their breath catching in their throat with fear of being caught.

But no one at the ILB calls them Violet. They're always Six, there, or sometimes Vi to the other Wyatts; they didn't choose the name Violet until well after they'd gotten out, rolling the syllables around in their mind down at the riverbank. So it's only halfway a surprise when they turn and see Moses Mason standing next to them.

Violet's eyes are wide as Moses takes them by the shoulder and steers them out of the room, down the hall, looking over her shoulder to make sure they aren't being noticed. They think about saying something, but Moses raises a finger to xer lips, shushes them with a conspiratorial smile — like they're in this together, not a stray Wyatt who's fucked up irreparably and the superhero sent to collect them, and it makes Vi relax just a fraction.

"I'm here for a reason," they whisper, the moment they stop moving, hidden in an alcove from prying eyes and security cameras alike. "I need to — I wanted to make sure they were okay."

"Course you did," Moses says. Soft. Ze doesn't look like ze wants to be here, either, though ze wears the uncertainty much better than Violet; if they didn't already know Moses wasn't the ILB's biggest fan, they probably wouldn't notice the act slipping away. Moses is a good actor; Violet is just anxious enough to pick up on little details, hir shoulders curving softer once ze's out of the crowd, their smile just as worthy of newspaper front pages but their brow furrowing. "Brave of you," xe says, and Violet hears brave, but stupid.

"I left them," Violet says with all the weight of a confession, eyes cast down at the floor. "I got out. But I left them."

"You know the bit about oxygen masks, on planes?" Violet gives him a blank look. "No, right, you wouldn't. You have to save yourself first. You got two more out with you, too, that's not nothing. But this is dangerous."

"Brave," Violet echoes, still not looking directly at Moses.

"Brave and dangerous," Moses agrees, easy as that. "You know Wither's here, right?"

That stops Vi in their tracks, all their thoughts grinding to a halt. "No," they say, slowly. "She was supposed to be on patrol duty tonight. I checked."

"They switched the schedules around. She's fashionably late, though. You think we can make it around to all the others before she gets here?"

"We?" Their voice is small. Hesitant. They feel like they could be knocked over by the slightest breeze.

"Well, I'm not making you do it alone," Moses says. "We have to tell them the plan, right?"

"There's a plan?"

"Course there's a plan. Riverbank. Same as with you. We'll figure out the rest later. I have favors I can call in, you know, friends who might be able to help plan another escape, if that's what you want."

Violet believes him. They nod, slowly; Moses reaches out to fix their tie, tucks a dandelion in their breastpocket, far enough in that it doesn't stick out — "For luck," he says.

"Thank you," Violet whispers, once they're once again standing in the doorway of the ballroom, Moses looking out for Wither's arrival, Violet scanning for the other Wyatts.

They'll need luck, if they're going to get a message to all ten of them in time — you're going to get out of here, I'm going to help, I promise, and if you get out before I can come back, meet at the riverbank. But maybe help from a friend is close enough to luck, when it comes down to it.