#yes i know lions coats dont change like that. do i care? not really

[mythbits]

a pair of scribbles in [blush filter] pink

scribbled a few doodles to help jumpstart some ideas

bonus! Him

[tiamat-zx]

How about Yasha?

An anon ALSO asked for Yash, so okay! Let’s do it!

Why I like them

She’s just as much an extension of Ashley Johnson as Pike was. In fact, she’s also very much like Ellie in TLOU: a vengeful sapphic that you do NOT want to cross as she is very protective of her loved ones. Also, she’s a very different kind of barbarian: one who hates being forced to fight and is weary of it, and who is deep down just the gentlest and sweetest radiant soul of an angelkin. And her rage is very much like a storm itself: slow and rumbling until the inevitable thunderclap that precedes the lightning strike of her blade.

She also became the first player character to undergo an entire subrace change: from a fallen aasimar to a protector.

WHAT I don’t like

Ashley’s numerous absences due to Blindspot as it left Yasha as little more than someone to jaeger and therefore she wasn’t able to truly participate in RP. It took until the show’s conclusion for her to finally come home and truly spread Yasha’s wings and show us the full extent of her character.

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

A bit of a two-fer.

First favorite episode: “A Storm of Memories”. The episode where we learned our first true glimpse into Yasha’s past, including the existence of Zuala and the first tease of Obann’s presence. It was the first time we could see past the perceived “metal goth angel” vibe to see who she is: a broken bird wanting to fly again.

And the second favorite episode: “Into the Eye”. Her dreamscape trial against the Stormlord’s elementals. The moment she fully embraced her purpose as his Avatar. She had desperately been seeking purpose, and had been wanting to establish her standing with the Stormlord. And then when he finally asked her The Question, “Where do you find your strength?”, she did not hesitate. She knew her purpose, had known it ever since the night before her date with Beau: to protect. It gave her the resolve to persist against the odds and survive the rest of the campaign.

And speaking of, I have to include a third: “Worth Fighting For”. Yes, the date night. Specifically, the moment she finally confessed her feelings to Beau and let herself be just as open and vulnerable as her partner was aiming to be.

Favorite season/movie

The Rumblecusp arc and the last few episodes before the pandemic. It showed us the beginning of her reconstruction and rebirth, manifesting in the harp performance in Vo and her dream where she gained her wings, forever shedding her fallen self and ascending into the protector she was meant to be. Also, it was the arc where she began to come to terms with her feelings for Beau. Slowly but surely, through small moments, up to the maiden flight. From there, those feelings that had begun to sprout since Kamordah continued to grow.

If anything, Rumblecusp was a turning point for many of the Nein. Yasha was someone that needed it most.

Favorite line

Is it wrong of me to say that my favorite line of Yasha’s would be the entire letter she wrote for Beau?

Aside from that, it would be what she said to Beau upon admitting her feelings: “I really care about you, and I just hope, if anything, that you know I’m… I'm so proud of the person that you've become. Just seeing where you started and where you are now, you have completely done that on your own. And I just, I'm-- You blow me away.”

Favorite outfit

Her Eiselcross outfit, with the Coat of the Crest.

OTP

Beauyasha, obviously. And of course, her first love, Zuala. I wouldn’t be doing her justice had I NOT acknowledged her. And PURELY on the platonic side, with Molly, as he was just as much a loved one as Zuala and Beau and he left an equally strong impact on her life.

Brotp

With Caleb. They are able to relate so well, both being Haunted Ones. Also, with Jester and Veth as a fellow chaos gremlin.

Head Canon

I believe her level 10 outfit was given to her by Obann, and he burned her old attire but spared her shawl intentionally, just to twist the knife on purpose. And while we don’t see her arms in her level 13 art due to the coat, I think she tore the sleeves from her level 10 outfit so she could have the Orphanmaker tattoo visible. But eventually, after the campaign, she disposed of the leathers entirely and began wearing plain clothes altogether and even got herself a haircut.

Also, she is taught druidic magic upon finally meeting Reani for the first time, to help supplement her gardening.

Unpopular opinion

She did not need a proper “arc” as she willingly didn’t want to go back to the Iothia Moorlands… at least until the finale where she went with Beau to find Zuala’s grave. As far as she was concerned, the past should remain in the past. And she chose to keep it that way by not seeking vengeance on the tribe and choosing to live in peace.

Also, “lifespan angst” is such a stupid thing to fuss over with them. Sure, Yasha WILL outlive Beau, but she will still be happy to spend as much of their life together as possible. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

A wish

I wish for her and Beau to live a peaceful life for the rest of their days.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

For her and Beau to ever suffer a breakup.

5 words to best describe them

Angel, protector, lover, sapphic, sentinel.

My nickname for them

The “wolf” to Beau’s “lion”.

[sleepychai-fics]

Keith x Reader - A Lion’s Comfort

Not requested just something i thought up of and procrastinated on.

trigger warning: putting a small one on panic attacks nothing too severe it just talks about the procedure of a panic attack and what occurs.

i just dont want anyone to be triggered by anything i write so im trying to be careful with these.

no pronouns = gender neutral

Tag List:

@fanderrawr​ @thecinnabitch​ @dontcallmecedge​

Words: 1990

trigger warning starts straight away

Too much. It’s all too much. The voices, inside and outside, talking ceaselessly. The air begins to grow heavy, as if my lungs refuse to fill up completely. I feel my body begin to shake, most evidently my hands. I barely comprehend my movement as my feet start to shuffle back. It isn’t until I hit a door do I turn around, finally managing to sprint away from the room, the automatic door barely managing to open up in time to let me pass.

Black spots encase my vision, my breaths getting shorter and shorter with every second that passes. I want to stop, to collapse, to pass out, but a gentle force pulls me down the corridor.

It’s unexplainable, but it’s as if the force is providing me the energy to keep running, to stop myself from falling down, numbing my senses in a way.

Many rooms pass me, I barely recognise what they are and even where I am at this point, but something keeps pulling me. Countless turns later I find myself slowing down towards an isolated door. It opens automatically, letting me collapse through.

Through my clenched shut eyes, I hear the door close. My breathing comes in painful, short gasps, my lungs barely allowing enough air in. Tears freely flow from my eyes, no chance in stopping them anytime soon.

I struggle to push myself up against the wall, but I manage to do so, with barely any strength left.

I stay there, body pushed against the wall, my chest heaving painfully as my lungs continue to refuse the breath they desperately need. I cough and wheeze in pain, I almost don’t recognise myself sliding down the wall, laying down against the wall.

My head pounds in tremendous pain, my ears ringing in constant pain. I scratch down the wall, my fingers straining for something to grip onto.

Just as I feel myself droop towards unconsciousness, I feel that same force that lead me here. It’s as if now it’s giving me the breath I need as I manage to inhale a big gulp of air. Then another one.

A few minutes pass of just lying there, slowly recovering as oxygen once again circulates around my body. My head stops pounding and the ringing in my ears dial down to a minimum. I feel my arms slowly regain their lost strength.

I lay there, gasping and groaning, my heart beat slowing down from its previous raced pace. I open my eyes, the black spots disappearing after a few passing seconds.

I blink up at the high ceiling, tears escaping and dribbling down my face. I weakly turn my head, wanting to get a proper look of the room I currently occupy, only to come to a different realisation.

Red’s glowing yellow eyes seem to stare at me, her body being poised in a cautious stance. Not threatening but more like fear of getting to close. I hear her purring rumble throughout my ears, as if it’s right next to me.

I look around, confirming to myself that I’m in her hangar. Her soothing purrs resonate throughout my mind, letting me relish in tranquillity and peace. I use the wall to my advantage and grip it, using it to help me stand up.

I grunt and tighten my grip on the wall, my legs shaking underneath me, still getting used to their regained strength.

I refocus my gaze on Red, realising her change in stance.

She’s a little bit closer to me now, this time laying down on her stomach. I stare at her, her yellow eye glinting at me. I feel her communicate with me, ideas and realisation flooding into my brain.

“You….You brought me here?” My voice is strained and raspy, small droplets of tears still spilling from my eyes.

Her reply comes shortly after. I gasp as images of Keith flashes through my vision, a feeling of peace and contentment washing over me.

“Keith?” I whisper.

Red purrs once again, feeding me with more emotions, surges of faith, certainty, and assurance rushing through me.

I stare at her in disbelief. “Keith trusts me?” I ask her.

Her purring reply clearly indicating a yes.

I look away briefly, piecing together her meaning. I slowly look back at her, noticing her head being propped between to two front paws.

“Keith trusts me, a lot. So, now…you trust me?” I question her.

I don’t expect the affirmative answer that rushes to me. I let out a surprising squeak as her mouth hisses open, the ramp slowly descending towards me. I stare at it in slight fear and confusion, before Red purrs in reassurance.

I stare at her cautiously, flicking from her eyes to the extended ramp. I make up my decision, balancing myself on my feet before staggering towards the ramp. I slowly waddle up the ramp, placing my hand on her mouth, using it as support. I look ahead, red lights glowing and surging with energy, urging me to continue forward. I do so in a slow, balancing pace. As I make it to the top of her mouth, I turn back, staring as the ramp slowly retreats back into Red. I return my gaze in front of me, a t-intersection a few steps ahead, one leading up some stairs and another leading down another straight hallway.

I stare in shock and amazement as the stairs light up in a bright red. I smile lightly and walk up the stairs, hands gripping the rails in support. The stairs lead me to another single hallway, the end of it extending to a circular room. As I enter the room, a door slides open.

I stare at the door as it opens and reveals Red’s cockpit.

Lights illuminate in a bright and dull red. A wave of tranquillity washes over me as the once dark screens flicker awake and reveals the hangar.

I slowly step towards the control panel, looking at the screen and getting a bird’s eye-view of the hangar. The floor seems to grow farther away as Red returns to her usual sitting position. I let out a content sigh and smile. I look at the seat behind me, seeing the cushions of the seat glow a faint red, almost luring me towards it.

I hesitantly place my hand on the arm rest. After seeing nothing change, I reluctantly sit down in it. It’s almost as if the chair was welcoming me as warmth sprouts through me. A sense of relief and security floods through me.

I smile again, bringing my knees to my chest and leaning back, my thumb gently caressing the armrest.

“Thank you, Red.” I whisper.

Red purrs once again. Before I even sense it, I let my eyes close, welcoming the peaceful sleeps that awaits me.

I startle awake, arms instinctively clinging to the closest object.

“Hey! It’s just me. Calm down, I’ve got you.” Keith’s voice calms me down as I quickly regain my composure, Keith’s arms securing me in a bridal hold.

I stare at him in a sleepy haze before looking around. The lights in the cockpit changed from their bright luminescent glow to a dim glow. The screen is turned off and the control panel gleams slightly, being the only light that barely lights up the room.

I look back at Keith who eyes me with worry and caution. Tears sting my eyes and I fight profusely against them. I bury my head into his chest, hugging him tighter with my arms.

“I’m sorry Keith.” Sobs threaten to escape.

“Shhh Shhh, don’t cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” Keith assures me, his thumb brushing my shoulder as he begins to slowly trek out of the cockpit. I feel Red’s calming purrs rupture through the bond, quickly exterminating the threatening tears.

I breath heavily into his chest using Red’s purring and Keith’s warmth as comfort and support.

I wince as bright lights shine through my eyes lids, white consuming my vision. I blearily blink away the temporary blindness and peek out of Keith’s chest. One look at Allura and Shiro and I squint away the tears, once again burying my face into Keith’s chest.

Keith stops his movement and hugs me closer to him, mumbling something to Allura and Shiro. I tune out to the conversation and nuzzle further into Keith. I feel his thumb give assuring strokes across my shoulder.

A few seconds later Keith begins to walk again. I feel him shift slightly as we walk further down the hallways. Minutes later I hear a door hiss open and the bright lights are substituted for dim lights.

The warmth of Keith disappears and I feel him lower me onto the softness of the mattress. I whine and tighten my hold on his neck as his arms slither away from me.

“(Y/n), calm down.” He whispers, hands gently clasping my arms. I open my eyes and blearily stare at him. “Let me take off my armour and I’ll come right back to you. I promise.”

I slowly loosen my grip and let him guide my hands down to the mattress. He smiles gently down at me before dipping down and pecking my forehead. He stands up almost immediately after.

I watch him carefully as he makes quick action in removing his armour, revealing his black shirt and pants. He dumps his armour against the wall and strides back over to me.

I shift back, giving him more room to slip in. He situates himself on his side, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up. I feel his arm snake underneath me and begin to drag me closer to him. I comply and nestle into his warm embrace. He tucks the blanket around me, coating me in warmth and contentment.

Once ensuring I’m almost completely consumed in the blanket, he places a protective hand on my head.

“What lead you to Red?” His voice barely breaks through the silence of the room.

I reply with the same hushed quietness. “She did.”

“What do you mean?” His confusion completely laces with his voice.

“I don’t really know how to explain it. I just felt the need to run, I didn’t even know where I was going ‘til I got there. It was like she was giving me the energy to run and lead me to her.”

Keith remains silent for a few seconds, the silence speaking his mind. He then nuzzles my nose and pecks his lips on my hair, placing his hand atop my head, pulling me flush against him.

I relax against him, hearing his heart beat rhythmically in his chest.

“I’m sorry for dragging you there tonight. I should’ve known you wouldn’t have been comfortable.” He apologises whilst combing his fingers through my hair.

I scoff. “It was my decision to go. I thought I would be able to handle it.” I nuzzle my nose into his neck, breathing in his husky scent.

“I know but I should’ve at least looked out for you.” Keith moves his legs, laying them atop mine in a protective manner.

“That doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you’re here.” I assure him as my fingers play on the ends of his mullet.

It’s then do I feel another purr emit from Red, thoughts of care and respect seeping into my mind.

Keith pulls away and looks down at me with open shock. I stare at him with wonder and disbelief. I feel my spine shudder as Red continues her purring, extending the thoughts to admiration.

A smile breaks out onto Keith’s face and before I have time to react, he kisses my noses.

“She likes you.” His voice is giddy and careless. “Fuck I love you so much.”

I giggle at his excitement and snuggle into him. Our quiet giggles are silenced, our soft breathing being the only quiet sound remaining.

In a matter of minutes, we fall asleep in content, tangled up in each other’s embrace.

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Animal

The word "animal" comes from the Latin animalis, meaning having breath, having soul or living being

An animal is a living creature such as a dog, lion, or rabbit, rather than a bird, fish, insect, or human being. ... Any living creature other than a human being can be referred to as an animal. Language is something which fundamentally distinguishes humans from animals.

Animal an minimal, an im al , ani mal

Writing the word animal

Where to start really i just got a sharp spike rise up from my gut to my chest fear dread to walk this word because i know im not going to want o face this word at all with all the animal abuse i have to push myself to see this because i dont want o see the abuse that has been done to the animal kingdom by myself or others.

I remember when i was about 9 i pulled my dog back from moving forward because i wanted to look like i had control over my dog and she chocked a bit and for years after i felt o bad about this and never forgiven myself for this when she died I would beat myself up about what i did.

The animals in Africa come to mind as these animals are nowhere else like this sure they animals but the big cats giraffe hippo rhino and all the wilder beasts it place of wonder.

My animals geese guinea fowl dogs pea cock fish cows but has comes up all the animals that have died within my possession hundreds of chicken murdered by wild dogs my dogs but snakes eagles sickness hundreds of fish thwart were traumatized not having enough space rabbits killed by dogs wild dogs chinchillas that jumped off the roof to get away geese killed by wild dogs and eagles chicks that dies easy i feel i take the blame of not being a goo0d enough person looking after all the animals in my care i feel a bad person not good enough and i just cant seem to get past this point of not being good enough and what ive done something to write out again maybe now while im here. Why do you feel you still need to suffer form this because they all suffered because of me why because they were in my possession and I didn’t always do whats best for them it was like yes ill take on more animals why it was like I wanted to be loved by them help them but it didn’t work out like that why because they mostly died why because I didn’t cage them well enough take care of them enough why because i just thought they be ok i suppose its hard when everything is out to kill them and eat them why they need to eat to I suppose but i think the chinchilla were the most neglected on the roof it was hot I didn’t know what to do with them so i put them up there they went missing the two baby ones and the mother jumped off the roof it was awful trying to get out free of the enclosure. Why do you want to carry this about ? Because i feel i deserve to suffer what i did to them why its my fault why because im not good enough why because i should have done better by them why they deserve better than what they got from me why why should any animal have to suffer this way why it’s life here my immaturity and im really sorry for what i did they had no hope with me I couldn’t look after myself and was looking for love outside myself and not loving myself and these animals suffered for me not feeling loved and wanting the love i had wit jukey

Reading animal

Ok so the abuse within the animal kingdom the abuse that factory farming is doing write now every second of everyday an animal is in sheer hell agony misery torture and many more unthinkable things what we allow to happen with the animal kingdom is horrific the killing of animals for there horns tusks there coats furs there meat the whole industry is appalling and needs to be stopped and i dont see it happening in the 50 years so its still going to be hell for billions of animals.

I do love animals dog particularly ive had many rescue dogs i love them but do try home remedies first before the vet which I shouldn’t always do i should do whats best fro the dog.

The clothing brand

Out loud

Animal minerals plants

The scientific experiments on animals is appalling seeing animals locked up in cages is a horrific thing to see.

The animals on eqafe i think i will walk then next to help me move on.

Your an animal when talking to someone who is acting like an animal as a joke like eating like one.

Sf

Does this definition support me no way how awful to carry round so much pain i have opened it up before but i need to go deeper and look at what ive aloud to happen and repeat what’s happening again and again

Animal same as all

Animal

The animal kingdom from the great to the small the lion to the mouse

How will you live this word?

I will live this word but taking better care of what animals are in my care whats best for them and before buying more animals i will see if can take care of them what stands out for me here is that but the death of the chinchilla that I need to so whats best for all animals that are in my care.

Mass farming and scientific experiments i will live the word change that the people involved will see the error of there ways and it will all come to an end one day.