#bongo brothers

[the-meme-monarch]

deltarune as posts i’ve seen around tumblr PART THREE

part one

part two

part three you are here

part four

part five

part six

part seven

#the art gallery #deltarune #scc #dont tag scc as ship #capn is playing bongos in that one bc i read the post to my brother and he said it sounded like slam poetry

[sillybeanies]

today's beanie: smoochy the frog (beanie baby and teenie beanie) 🐸🐸

#beanie babies #thrifting #plush #kidcore #ty #my beanies #beanie baby #plushie #today's beanie #smoochy #sticking with a lil bit of valentines theming here #fun fact this was my brother's fav beanie when we were little :) #mine was good ol bongo #family portrait

[hyaciiintho]

AU idea for Sherlock — *ahem* Brainrot.

Send me an AU and I'll tell you what my muse would be like in that AU | ✿

Sherlock had long ago accepted that he was mad ever since he was young. Impressionable child as he was, Mycroft had always insisted he ignore the childish IMAGINARY friends that he so consistently conjured up, so much so, that Sherlock learned to pretend he didn't see them.

Before they had moved from their old mansion, he had met Jon, a tenacious companion who seemed to attach himself to Sherlock more persistently than the rest. They became best friends, but after his mother's passing, Mycroft took Sherlock away from the mansion Jon inhabited, leaving Sherlock to never see him again.

Imaginary friends were supposed to follow you, weren't they?

Sherlock never once dared utter a word of the things he saw to his brother after they moved. He was, after all, supposed to be recovering from such delusions, the Holmes brothers both fearing that he was his mother's son, through and through.

Yes, all of these phantoms were but conjurings of a sick and weak mind... or were they...?

Curious over seeking the truth behind his mother's passing, it was discovered that perhaps she hadn't succumbed to a simple mental illness. A dairy left behind revealed that she shared many a similar experience as Sherlock: The many imaginary friends she thought to have had, being blamed for the doings of said imaginary friends, and reportedly speaking to thin air when she insisted someone stood beside her.

Further research proved fruitful when the discovery of a special tool that had been gifted to his mother, one left abandoned and long ago forgotten in the attic above: A camera that was said capable of capturing the images of the dead.

It was hard to deny any of it as truth.

Not when Jon suddenly came back into his life, proving that perhaps there was more to the mystery than Mycroft had let on.

Yes, it would seem that Sherlock Holmes was, in fact, his mother's son.

#AU | FATAL FRAME 🌸 Sherlock Holmes #//-BONGO CAT EMOJI HERE- maybe his Ma used to be a notorious spirit medium and channeler and it got her killed one day so Mycroft was like #'nope nah nuh-uh no not losing my only little brother we're leaving nOW--' to protect him and stop him from falling in her footsteps #because HE KNEW Sherlock was just like his mother-- capable of seeing and communicating with ghosts. So he just went... #-Picks up.... YEETS ACROSS THE SEA BACK TO LONDON- But of course Sherlock is nosey af and needs the truth and TADA now he's In Danger™️ #because when you invite the spirits and accept their presence... tHeY cOmE fLoCkiNg tO yOu haha c': this was fun to think of... #BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT// #tw death mention #tw mental illness #🌸｡*ﾟ+. QUEUE #diademreigned

[ask-marios-apprentice]

Of Kong's and kremlins.

I think i I may have met two incredibly stupid entities today.

Cranky Kong and King K Rool.

I swear I think I might have also seen Nora today.

Let me start from the beginning.

After being warped onto the Congo bongo peninsula's Beach. I had to do a platforming challenge based on using honey in order to patch up a set of bridges.

Then I ended up getting captured by Captain Skurvy. CAPTAIN of the Kremlin Krew.

He was planning a heist to steal the Crystal Coconut.

Apparently it's been in his family since his ancestor got it from the god Inka Dinka doo

They would let me go if I would help them get into the secret banana stash where the coconut was being held.

Tomorrow would be the prime opportunity since defense would be at the wrestling match.

Truth be told. The whole Kong versus kremmling thing is less of a political dispute and more of a family rivalry between the Kong family (not Kong species) and the kremmling Royal family.

It's kind of gone to the point where they have chimps, kremlins, and apes on both sides.

It's kind of crappy. Like Hatfields and McCoys or Montague's and Capulets.

Really dumb ain't it.

So if they were going to let me go. I had to drop in and create a big distraction.

I found a large coconut tree with a treehouse inside of it. It was right on top of the arena.

I was hanging out there waiting for it to begin. When of all people showed up.

NORA!!!

I don't know how in the underwear she got here. I could probably guess on why she's here but not how she got here.

I tried to chase her. But she actually caught the feet of a Squawks.

I don't know where the Underwhere she is now but it's far away from the Congo Bongo Peninsula.

Now where was I.

I ended up causing a distraction by explaining to them that this entire feud is stupid. I can't really remember what I said I was just kind of angry about the whole situation. But everyone seem to be dazed or something.

I ended up just sort of walking out. No one really cared that a human just fell out of the sky and told them that a tradition sucks.

I met up with Captain Skurvy. It turns out that there was no Crystal Coconut as it was being taken to be polished for a museum exhibit in a few months. They ended up just sort of stealing a bunch of bananas. Something you can just get off the trees. You can like buy a bunch just for a gold coin.

Surprisingly there was also a warp orbital there. So I got that.

I don't think I'll be coming back to the island for a while.

I'm just kind of frustrated.

Garth signing off.

#mario #garththeaprentice #mario bros #super mario bros #garth #marios apprentice #super mario #super mario brothers #garth the apprentice #mario brothers #captain Skurvy #donkey kong #donkey cong country #cranky kong #king k rool #nora #honey Pike #congo bongo #warp point

[thebongomediaempire]

Ah, thhe days of being a disaffected youth... Sitting alone in my basement, reading stories of fantasy and adventure that, in real life, would kill all involved from Cholera or Tetanus in the ffirst chapter..!

#fake book cover #a bongo book #bongo books #parody #no rights reserved #A Bongo Paperback Book for Outcasts and Rejects #No Hurry #Brother #just hanging around in ghe dungeon #dungeon #skeleton #sword #helmet #chain #torture #TALES OF UNDERWHELMING IRONY FROM THE AGE OF MAGIC AND IRON #written with quill ink and parchment #for no particular reason #charles bongo garrett

[arsoniiii]

brother bongos!

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #rottmnt #rise fanart #art #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise raph #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #i drum on my loved ones as a show of affection

[simpforboys]

Hii!! I saw u were doing smut so i had to askk,

Could u do a Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader(aged up, obvi) where during a festival they’re getting drunk and stuff, shes talking to her girl friends about neteyam and she doesnt realise neteyam is heard her, she says out loud, “I taught him how to ride Ilu, He better let me ride his dick.” And they burst out laughing.

Soon after, its just them alone (AND SOBER) and he does end up teaching her how to ride. Well not really teach, he just lets her ride.

oh my god. yes.

how to ride

neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: neteyam overhears you sharing some private thoughts to your friends. he lets those thoughts become reality.

warnings: smut!! riding, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, dom!neteyam, fluff, swearing, mentions of dirty thoughts, praise kink, creampie

aged up!neteyam (around 20), aged up!loak (around 18)

“you’re coming to the welcoming party, right?” you walked up to neteyam, hip popped out as you carried a basket on your other hip.

“ooh! a party!” tuk said excitedly.

“sorry, tuk. grown ups only.” neteyam ruffled the child’s hair causing her to groan in frustration.

neteyam beamed up at you, your curly hair falling behind your back with a shell placed on top of your head. you had a tribal tattoo that went from your elbow to your neck, the tattoo swirling around your left breast, and a bright smile. you were gorgeous, one of the prettiest girls in the village.

the prettiest to neteyam.

being the older sister of tsireya and ao’nung, your father had instructed you to help the sully kids adapt.

but when the teenagers and kids slept, the adults wanted to have their own adapting.

so you organized a party that would have the metkayina famous root, a root that would get the drinker drunk within a few sips.

“i’ll be there, y/n.” neteyam nodded at you. you grinned, waving bye to tuk as you walked away, neteyam watching your hips sway.

that night, there were around 20-30 villagers who heard about the party and wanted to come.

you had dove down to where the root was planted, a sacred place by the cove of ancestors.

a flower was in your hair as you spoke to your friends, zeswa, syon, sìla, and niyi. your smile was bright as you peeked over at neteyam, the boy standing awkwardly with his brother.

you left your friends, neteyam silently thanking you as he felt outcasted with lo’ak.

“you need to try this.” you gave him a cup of the root, the scent strong as neteyam’s eyes narrowed.

“is it poison?” he asked, a joking tone in his voice.

“no,” you laughed. neteyam smiled.

“it does get you drunk, however.” you warned him, not wanting the strength to surprise him.

neteyam eyed you curiously.

“watch,” you grabbed your own drink. raising the glass to your lips, neteyam suddenly became very hot at you swallowing the drink down your throat.

within seconds, your pupils dilated and you became more giggly.

“c’mon… ‘teyam…” you slurred your words. lo’ak looked at his brother, shrugging in response as he took a couple sips. his ears went straight up as he coughed on the liquid. the site made neteyam’s curiosity get the best of him, and he took a single sip rather than a few.

he was tipsy, on the verge of drunk but still aware of what was going on. he’d never been buzzed before, and the way his body tingled felt strange to him.

“let’s go dance, yeah?” you dragged the boy over to where some villagers were making music with bongos and shells.

you almost tripped on the sand, neteyam grabbing you to keep you from falling.

“whoops,” you shrugged. you began to sway your hips, letting the island music take over your body as your friends came to join you.

the girls smiled at neteyam, the boy giving them a nod in return. lo’ak began to wander off, neteyam following him so he didn’t lose his wasted brother.

you, however, were giggling loudly with your friend group.

“he is so dreamy…” zeswa awed as neteyam walked away.

“i hate seeing him go, but i love to watch him leave.” sìla joked, seeing the way his braids swayed behind him as he walked.

your friends continued their awing and comments about neteyam, the root making it so none of you realized that he had soon returned with his sibling.

“i mean, i taught neteyam how to ride an ilu properly. i think i should be able to ride his dick, y’know?” you smirked, giggling drunkly to your friends.

neteyam’s face grew warm as he heard you speaking about him in such a manner. his ears fell flat and his tail wagged quickly.

the processing thought that you, the chief's eldest daughter, wanted to have intercourse with him, made neteyam's blush deepen. his body was very hot, a prideful grin creeping onto his face.

➽─────────────────❥

one of the better effects of the root was the lack of hangover. you were up bright and early once more, helping tuk feed the ilus.

neteyam suddenly became very aware of the way your beaded shell top showed the curve of your breasts. water dripped down your body, your hair being the main cause.

you had apparently redone your hair that morning. you put your hair in a half up-half down ponytail, twists leading to the band that held it together. shells and little flowers were scattered in your hair, and neteyam swore you couldn't get any prettier.

you had bent over a bit, the loincloth showing the curve of your ass. neteyam didn't realize he was staring so intently until lo'ak patted his shoulders.

"you should get in on that, big bro."

neteyam scoffed, pushing his brother off of him.

the man began to walk over to you and his youngest sister, his heart swelling at tuk's happiness.

"i love her so much!" tuk petted the animal's slimy head as you grinned.

"rewon (morning), neteyam." you bowed your head to him, your innocent eyes causing neteyam to feel nervous.

did you mean what you said last night?

he wanted to ask so badly, but he knew it wasn't the time or the place. he bowed his head back, mutual respect as he moved to stand next to you.

"want to go for a ride later?" he asked suddenly, the subtle comment making your ears snap up. neteyam noticed the way you flustered up and he wondered if he ruined it.

"i would love to, neteyam." you agreed, beginning to overthink the question. had he heard you last night?

you were beyond embarrassed, even though there was a chance he had no hidden intent behind his question. but the way he had a hint of perversity in his eyes, you couldn't help but let your mind wander.

when you finally had a chance to sneak off, neteyam followed you as you ventured off inside the reef. his ilu chased yours as you laughed underwater, sticking your tongue out at him as he couldn't quite keep up.

you lead your ilus to a secluded little island, a place you liked to go when things became too much.

neteyam sat next to you on the sand, watching the way the sun almost met the moon.

there was a comfortable silence, yet a tension neither of you could explain. neteyam let his eyes roam your long legs, the material of your loincloth bunched up at your hips so he could see the dip of your thighs.

you could feel neteyam's eyes on you. your pussy began to react, a slight throb in your clit as you pushed your hair back off your shoulders.

"did you mean what you said last night?" neteyam's bold question threw you off.

"about....?"

you wanted to play it off, scared that he thought disgustingly of you.

"about riding me."

you swallowed nervously as he watched you with starving eyes. you peered up at him, the normal bright color now dark with dilated pupils.

"yes." you mumbled lowly, he almost didn't hear it.

neteyam's hand went to your jaw, his breath fanning over your face.

"is this okay?" he breathed out, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath he took. you nodded, connecting your lips to his in a heated kiss.

neteyam purred as you pushed him back on the sand, your lips still connected. you hovered over him, your clit throbbing from the kissing.

neteyam was resting on his elbow, his other hand still holding your face against him as he slipped his tongue in your mouth.

within seconds, you were kissing your way down his toned body. he continued to purr like a forest cat, his hand sneaking its way into your hair.

"you're so beautiful, y/n." he hummed out. you blushed, sucking a hicky on his v-line.

you untied his loincloth, his throbbing dick springing up. you marveled at the sight, noticing the way you began to salivate.

"y/n-" neteyam whimpered as you sucked his tip. he threw his head back as you jerked him off, swirling your tongue around the head.

he was panting, the hair on his tail tickling against your cunt as he moved his tail.

the noises he was making was unlike anything you imagined. knowing he was whimpering for you only made you hornier.

"honey," you watched the way his stomach fell. he unknowingly bucked his hips into your throat, gripping your ponytail as you gagged around him.

"doing so good for me."

his praise caused you to moan around him, the vibration almost making him cum. your long nails raked along his striped thighs as he used your throat, chasing his orgasm.

"oh, fuck," he moaned as he came. eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back as he shot thick cum down your throat.

you smirked against him, pulling your mouth off him as he came back from eywa.

"you're so cute, 'teyam." you kissed him once more, untying your own loincloth as you moved to hover above him.

you grinded your soaked cunt against his hard cock, patting his head at your clit. you both moaned into each other's mouths as you put him inside of you.

neteyam placed one hand on your hip, the other on your breast. he rolled your hard nipple in between his fingers, you breaking the kiss to moan out.

"so big, 'teyam."

your comment made neteyam's ego burst. seeing you sitting on his cock on an island on the edge of the reef, knowing that at any moment someone could look for you both made him only harder.

you moved your hips, beginning to twerk on his cock. his tip brushed at your g-spot and you mewled as he rubbed your clit.

"good girl," neteyam slapped your ass.

"this is what you wanted, yeah? to ride my big cock?" neteyam began to lose himself as you used his cock to get off.

you nodded quickly, eyes rolling back from the pleasure.

"feels so good," you moaned.

the erotic sense that the chief's daughter was fucking herself dumb on his cock made his stomach tighten. his father would surely kill him if he were to find out about this, but neteyam didn't care.

for once, he was thinking about himself. he wanted you, needed you. he knew you were to be his mate, and he was going to allow himself to be selfish in this moment.

neteyam grabbed your waist, pulling you down as he held you against him. he rutted his hips roughly into yours, his balls hitting your ass as you screamed out in pleasure.

"take it, baby."

he sucked on your nipple as you dug your nails into his shoulder. your curls were bouncing as his braids swung against his neck and shoulders, the harshness of his hips causing his body to shake.

"fuck, neteyam!" you squealed.

"who's this pussy belong to?" neteyam asked.

"you! my pussy belongs to you, neteyam!"

you were seeing stars as his cock drove itself into your cervix. you were becoming lightheaded from the pleasure, your stomach tightening as you clenched around his cock.

"come on, ma y/n. cum on this dick."

you pushed your hips back onto his as your pussy clenched around him, your body shaking as you came.

"oh, fuck me." you cried out as he kept going.

neteyam loosened his hold on you as he helped you bounce on his cock, wanting to cum. he was close with the way you tightened on him.

"you gonna take my cum, baby?" he asked you.

you nodded feverishly, so lost in the overstimulation of pleasure. you never got to recover from your orgasm, and neteyam began rubbing on your clit again.

you were soon about to hit your second as neteyam grabbed your hips, holding you down on his cock as he came inside of you. hot spurts of cum painted itself on your walls, the feeling causing you to come again.

you fell on top of him, legs weak as he held you against his chest.

"so good to me, so good," neteyam kissed your forehead as you recovered.

"that was better than i imagined." you joked, cuddling yourself into him as his cock slipped out of you. cum began to leave your cunt, but he pushed it back inside of you.

neteyam grinned.

"oel ngati kameie (i see you). i see inside of you, into your mind, heart, body, and soul." neteyam brushed your messy hair out of your face.

tears welled in your eyes as you caressed his check, your finned hand going down to his jaw.

"i see you, ma neteyam. i always have, ever since you came to my island, and i always will."

neteyam's smile was so wide as he kissed you once more.

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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut

#simpforboys #neteyam sully smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam fluff #best boy neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sully #neteyam angst #neteyam x you #neteyam sully x reader #avatar 2 #avatar 2022 #avatar way of water #avatar neteyam

[penny-nichols]

Also I'm just unsure about Penny as my name. Like I like it as a name but is it *my* name you know? And it doesn't entirely help that even though I've been called Penny before and I've known that they were talking about me (because I'm so innately associated with Nichols that they're just like. "Ah yes, Penny". It's happened at least twice) its just a bit odd because I'm not sure I'm fully in Penny Mode so when someone says Penny and they MEAN Penny it takes a sec to realize that it's me

Idk just some thoughts like I don't really connect as much with my name as I'd like but also like. It's syllables that mean me I guess. Nbd.

#sometimes I do forget my full name though ngl #like internally I am Ally not Allison #also I forget my brother's name a LOT because he's not Benjamin #he's Benji Ben or Bongo. and other variations

[misscinnamonroll16]

Some more headcanons

For breakfast, JD is good at eggs, bacon, and sausage, hearty breakfast foods. Bruce is good at sweets, pancakes, crepes and french toast. Clay usually doesn't make breakfast but has gotten cinnamon rolls down to a science. Floyd didn't improve his cooking skills that much over the years, being able to cook a scrambled egg

Floyd, Clay and Branch are one of those people who just have coffee for breakfast (or tea in Floyd's case)

All the brothers are protective of each other but John and Floyd are the worst. JD is most likely to fight someone. Floyd has a sharp wit, turning his silver tongue into a dagger. Clay is also quick witted but will not hesitate to fight someone.

Clay sometimes overworks himself

Bruce and Brandy give Gomez and Morticia vibes but the tropical version

All the bros (besides Branch) know how to play an instrument. Floyd knows guitar, John Dory knows guitar and bass. Clay knows keyboard/piano. And Bruce knows drums

Bruce sometimes plays the bongos for his kids

My personal headcanons about their ages. JD is 38, Bruce is 36, Clay is 33, Floyd is 31 and Branch is 24

John still puts himself between his bros and danger

Despite JD being the oldest, Bruce is the first to go gray. But he embraces it, playing himself off as a silver fox

The band breaking up was inevitable. It was going to happen no matter what, whether it was when Branch was 4 or 15 (random number)

Floyd subconsciously leans against his brothers when they're near. John wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer. Bruce loosely wraps an arm around him. Clay leans back so the two of them are leaning against each other.

Each of the brothers are close in different ways. JD and Bruce are close from being the older ones, talking about how annoying the others are and reminiscing about how little they used to be. Bruce and Clay have a unique dynamic, they're both stuck in the middle and hated how John bosses them around. Clay and Floyd are definitely annoying little brothers, when put together they're all jokes and silliness. Floyd and Branch are close because Floyd took a special interest in Branch, in being a big brother

Floyd leans against people when he's laughing really hard, mostly against Clay (Dan from the ten minute power hour)

Floyd met and performed with Queen Barb. He thinks she doesn't remember him because they were never properly introduced but she does. She remembers him as the most hardcore pop trolls she's ever met

Floyd has a crap ton of stuffed animals on his bed

Branch, like John Dory, sleeps in his underwear

Bruce sleeps naked, unless one of his kids is in bed with them

Clay often falls asleep at his desk

Floyd and John are the creative ones of the family

Floyd is a decent artist

Bruce used to throw food and other things into Clay's hair when he was either sleeping or not paying attention. Clay never did figure it out but John Dory knew and scolded him for it

Although JD is not a dad, he has a dad voice. It was the voice he'd use when telling his brothers to clean up or go to bed. The first time he uses it after the reunite is when he's telling Branch to go bed. But he didn't say Branch directly so the other three think 'oh no, I have to go to bed' bc they immediately fall back into that mentality

#trolls #brozone #trolls john dory #trolls floyd #trolls clay #trolls bruce #branch trolls #trolls headcanon

[kissitbttr]

love frat Miguel!! I was reading your fics and it came into my mind reader and Miguel being both drunk at a party. Miguel being so clingy and horny, while reader just wants to dance her ass off

yall love killing me with clingy miguel HUH

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miguel has never been the one who’s irresponsible when it comes to drinking. he knows his limits and prefers to stay sober during parties because his frat brothers are usually the ones who always take it to the next level. he hates to admit it but he’s the babysitter.

however, tonight seems to be different.

it’s pretty rare to see him let loose. that’s what glen says to you and it makes you almost want to laugh at how adorable he is,

“miggy come ‘ere” you reach up to cup his cheeks, getting him to look at you. his eyes finding yours with a drunken smile and dilated eyes. hands on your elbows. “are you okay?”

he nods, pulling you close. “mhmm never better” he then leans a bit more to nose the curve of your neck. “look so pretty tonight, baby—me estás volviendo loco”

in the midst of people dancing and drinking, miguel doesn’t even try to keep his hands off of you. always wandering down to your hips and the curves of your ass, while trailing wet kisses on your neck with his mouth. ,

you giggle at his neediness, interlocking your hands in his to keep them off you. “impatient aren’t we?”

“always for you, muñeca “ he responds, giving you a cute pout. “come on.. i need you so bad, mi amor.. i missed you”

“was the 78 hours sleep over at your place wasn’t enough, hm?” you tease, watching him groans like a kid. “plus this is my jam! I can’t believe you put my favorites on the playlist”

“you got me hooked with it… i had to” he shrugs, “sooo—“

“no. nuh uh!” gloria’s voice come to intervene, making you both turn. “she promised a dance with me! go hang with the boys miguel, she’s mine for tonight”

“when did i agree to that?! she’s my girl, gloria! you go get your own!”

“you have her almost every day. she’s my best friend too, you know!”

“shouldn’t you be with beck?” miguel questions while tightening his grip around you

“he’s with the guys. which you should be as well!” gloria rolls her eyes before pulling you off of him making miguel whine. “go!”

“no!” miguel protests. “baby, are you really going to let her take you away from me?!”

you smile at him, looking in despair. “i’ll be back in twenty, miggy— go catch up with the rest” with a small kiss on his lips, he feels himself smile in quite satisfaction.

“okay, fine… and gloria” he points a finger at the dark haired girl. “take care of her and do not let any guy near her or else i’ll—“

“pull their spines off their bodies. yes, yes! i got it! come on, gorgeous” she tugs you away from him as he waves a goodbye to you,

“he’s acting like i will steal you away from him. so dramatic” gloria smiles at you as the song bongos by cardi b and megan thee stallion blasting through the speakers,

“oh hush” you shove her shoulder a bit, “he’s just in love with me”

#frat!miguel

[bonefall]

Do you have any ideas for Owlnose, the least qualified dude to be leader and the first one to immediately say "Fuck it, I can't do this." And refuse the lives?

For one, I want the dude to be consistently kind of a silly loser. I don't rewrite arcs until they're done, but it's always a good time to start doing setup for the future!

Him and his brother Jayclaw had a bit of a clique with Podlight. The three of them were a little group of party boys.

Owlnose developed an interest in drums (Owlfaces) from a young age, partially because of his name.

And, partially, because Jayclaw was a FANTASTIC dancer. Jay became proficient in playing Jingleshells (a full body instrument made of netting and clicking shells) but he loved practicing with a drumbeat behind him.

Podlight is pretty good at improv and singing. Cat band.

Jayclaw fell hard for Curlfeather and Owlnose was a great wingman, but Owl's not interested in romance himself.

He just wants to drum

I need to wait for ASC to wrap up before deciding on if he was in cahoots with Curlfeather's plot, but I'm leaning towards no.

I CANNOT stress enough. He just wants to drum.

Lazy boy who does his jobs and catches enough fish. But you know what's better than fishing? Sleeping

Fish have no reason to fear me. Women are generally ambivalent towards me.

His name in Clanmew is Weearchoop. Barn Owl Button.

"Choop" is the fleshy part of the snout. Clanmew has a lot more words for various parts of the muzzle, but Owlnose's name translates to what a human usually thinks of when you hear the word "nose."

It's a pretty cutesy name, which is fitting for him. He likes the name a lot, actually.

You could translate it as "Hootboop" and you'd get a good idea of how it sounds to a Clanmew speaker.

That's him so far. Guy who Frostpaw is fond of, as her goofy uncle, but absolutely wanted no part of power. Boy on the bongo.

#better bones au #BB!Owlnose #Asc spoilers

[trashpandacraft]

What are your cats' names? I love them very much 🥹

you are my favourite person. thank you so much for asking this and giving me a chance to talk about my cats, my precious terrible babies.

we have three cats, as you can see in this photo of them supervising me watering the garden yesterday.

the brown tabbies are brothers, and are two years old. the grey one was adopted at the same time, but is younger—about eighteen months. they're terrible. i adore them.

this is darcy. he's impossibly beautiful, so full of beauty that there's absolutely no space left in that precious little head of his for anything as trivial as thoughts. look at those eyes. his mind is absolutely empty.

darcy enjoys hanging his chin over things, feather toys, helping me manage any wool products that i'm using, sunbeams, yoghurt, tearing apart cardboard boxes, and being lightly thunked along his sides. does he like being pet like a normal cat? not really. what he loves is when you aggressively rub his sides up and down like you're trying to towel off a very wet dog, or when you play bongos on his ribs.

darcy is our babiest boy, and also the fanciest and most beautiful boy. he doesn't walk, he prances. his tail is an enormous peacock plume. his mouth is so so so pink. he's also our most timid boy—very friendly, but very cautious, especially when it comes to anything physical. big jump? no thank you, darcy will simply hop down to the floor and take the long way. he's our longest and probably our sturdiest cat, but he does not care to put that to the test.

this is bingley. you may notice, in these photos, that he's missing the paw on his front right leg. this is because he put every single one of his ability points into soft and didn't leave any for paw. he feels like this was a reasonable trade, and is entirely unbothered by its absence.

bingley likes sofa, plush fishie toys, biting and biting and biting his siblings, cotton, being tall, getting onto the bed by jumping directly on my face, and trucks and machines of all types. you have a spinning wheel? this guy is obsessed with spinning wheels. garbage is being picked up? he is tearing into the office so he can watch it out the window. toddler-ass behaviour, frankly.

darcy and bingley are brothers, and when we went to the shelter, we were told that they were a bonded pair, and that darcy relied on bingley for a lot of social cues. this was, at it turns out, 100% correct. darcy is timid and anxious and very reluctant to trust his own abilities; bingley is confident and loud and knows absolutely no fear. this cat has opinions, and by god he's gonna tell you about them. bingley makes the biggest jumps, and is the cat who figured out that he could jump from the knee-high cat tree to the top of the more-than-two-metres wardrobe. i'm honestly glad that he's missing a paw because i feel like if he weren't a tiny bit nerfed, he'd be A Threat. he is also far and away our smallest cat, even though he sometimes makes himself look quite large in photos.

this is goblet. goblet is rightfully called silver—my child named him, thus the thematic disconnect—but i have to admit that i've almost never called him that. you see, when we got him, he was very young, and he had hilariously oversized eyes and ears, which made him look like a goblin. a very small goblin. a goblet, if you will.

goblet likes food, the plastic bottle caps from sports drinks that he fishes out of the garbage, being in things (baskets, drawers, cat beds, etc), headbutts, having his belly rubbed, and sitting with his front paws tucked up very politely.

he's our most skittish boy—if there's a loud noise, he's gone—but also the snuggliest. which is great, because he's also the most trustworthy when it comes to craft supplies. if i pull out my knitting, there's like an 85% chance that he'll appear on my lap within ten minutes or so, and then he'll just hang out there. i've used his limbs to tension yarn before and he just purrs. he's sort of middle of the road on the bad life choices scale—too skittish to have bingley's eyes closed, three paws, can't lose attitude, but more confident than darcy. he's also the smartest cat.

additionally, he has weirdly, freakishly grippy paws. he's not polydactyl, but he very much uses his dewclaws like thumbs. he really holds on to things. it's messed up but also very charming, because he holds on to everything.

anyhow, thank you so so much for sending me this ask and giving me an excuse to tell you way more than you wanted to know about my cats!

#cats #my precious stinky babymen #bin blogging #smartest raccoon i know

[dragonpyre]

*happily slapping table a la bongo cat* who’s left from the batfam now?? Dick, Bruce, Alfred, and Jason?? >:3 you pick which one or all four :D

JASON! MY BELOVED BOY! I'm sorry, Dick, i love you too, but Jason's first in my heart.

First impression: Oooo snarky boy with trauma

Impression now: Baby boy. Baby. Trauma buddy. Bestest boy. Has committed so many atrocities. DC do better

Favorite moment: The absolute batshit scheme he made to make Bruce prove he loved him. Just go hug your dad, dude. Jesus. No need to kill 50+ people over it.

Idea for a story: Bro. So many. SO MANY. Too many for a single ask

Unpopular opinion: Lazarus Pit madness (beyond like a day or so) isn't a thing and he's actually just SEVERELY traumatized

Favorite relationship: Jason and Dick. They're the best of brothers, they're the worst of brothers. Dick's guilt over being a bad brother meeting Jason's need to be a little shit: COMBINE!

Favorite headcanon: The hair streak is actually late presenting poliosis

#jason todd #my beloved #ask #ask game #ty bestie <3 #dc #batman #red hood

[shieldofiron]

Vibe Check

The Frat Boy Au, Part 2 - Rated M for UST

Read Part 1 on Ao3 or tumblr.

Billy missed this view. Their room is still only half unpacked, a wreck after they'd stumbled in after the first week of school party, but it has the most important thing in it.

Harrington is asleep, body flung across his bed, his shitty blue comforter bunched around his waist. The early morning light is slanted across mole studded skin, and his long dark lashes flutter.

As do the butterflies in Billy's stomach.

He reaches out with itchy fingers, flinging the comforter up and catching a tantalizing glimpse of Steve's ass in the light as he straddles Steve.

He smacks it lightly, playing Harrington's ass like bongos, hot under the collar when Harrington yelps, jolting for a second up into Billy's hand. He can't really resist grabbing hard, leaving a handprint behind when he has to pull back to avoid Harrington's swinging arm.

"What the fuck asshole?" Harrington pulls the comforter over himself like a chick in a bad romantic comedy, holding it over his tits.

"Wake up, Pretty Boy, we're gonna miss breakfast!"

"I'm hungover as fuck, I'm not going to breakfast!" Harrington flops back to the bed. "Did you hear that screaming last night?"

Billy grins, "Looks like Eddie's mystery girl stuck around."

Steve groaned, "I have to find my earplugs. Last year she kept me up practically every night"

Billy wagged his tongue for a second, "Come on pretty boy, get up, they're making the breakfast burritos you like downstairs. Plus we can see if after a YEAR of dating Eddie finally has the balls to bring his girl to breakfast."

Harrington just covered his face with his arm, "Give me 10 minutes. God, you're such a freak."

"I'll save you a seat," Billy threw his favorite letters over his head, snuggling into the sweatshirt's warmth. "Missed you over the summer, Pretty Boy."

"Missed you, dickwad. You better save me a seat."

Billy nodded, catching another glimpse out of the corner of his eye as Harrington threw off the covers and sat up. But he headed out swiftly, a spring in his step that had been missing all summer, even though he was back in Indiana, aka God's armpit, rather then lounging at Argyle's parents beach house.

Speak of the Devil.

"Ay, brochacho," Argyle threw his arm around Billy's shoulder. "How's the plans for pledge week going?"

"Ask me when I'm not hungover as fuck, Prez," Billy rolled his eyes.

"Yeah," Eden is lounging in the doorway, already looking meticulous in dark lipstick and a full outfit. "Didn't you see how many body shots he took off of Steve?"

Billy just stuck out his tongue at her, getting a certain finger in response.

Argyle snakes an arm around her waist and tows them both forward, "Play nice. C'mon, lets get something to munch on, I'm starving."

The house is lowkey a wreck, even the dining room. Billy can vaguely hear Jason Carver whining down the table that they ought to clean up before the house cleaners got here Monday, just to show house pride. Before Eddie shoves the business end of a burrito in Carver's mouth, grinning when Carver sputters and spits. There's no sign of the screamer that haunts Eddie and Carver's room next door, only the two of them pissing each other off while joined at the hip.

The table's filling up fast, and there's more than one friend or girlfriend or hook up sitting while a brother stands.

"You better be sitting there to save it for me, dick," A whisper shimmers across Billy's skin, and he doesn't have to turn to see that it's Harrington. He knows him by the mint of his mouthwash, by the smell of his hair product, by...

Billy turns and smacks his own lap, "Best seat in the house, princess."

Patrick's girlfriend Chrissy titters nervously on Billy's other side when Steve just huffs in response, his free hand fisting at his side.

"Come on, Pretty Boy," Billy rubs his thigh, "Saved it for you."

Steve slams down hard, clearly intending it to hurt. But Billy doesn't mind, gets a hint of that hair product and mint mixed with the party grime of the night before, hidden under a freshly laundered polo.

Billy snakes a hand around to Steve's stomach, almost laughing himself when Harrington's abs flex under his hand. He wonders if he was puking up in their bathroom. He wonders if Harrington was making use of that morning wood that Billy caught a glimpse of.

He has to take a deep breath of that Steve scented air, curling his hand into Steve's waist while Steve ignored him, digging into his burrito with all the table manners of a feral cat.

It didn't matter how many times this summer he'd caught the perfect wave, or how many times he'd gone out with Argyle, or gone home with someone else. It was stupid, being stuck on a straight guy.

But that had been Billy's reality ever since he'd seen Harrington's big brown doe eyes blink at him during rush week. He was down bad, following Steve to Theta even though he'd been offered several other fraternities hungry to snag his excellent grades and prestigious scholarship cred.

It all didn't matter when he could barely think about anything else. Did he impress Steve? Probably not. Did he have a chance? Not one in hell.

But he had this, hand on Steve's waist. He had mornings sleeping next to him if not with him. Maybe one day he would think he'd thrown his college experience away on this.

He tickles Harrington, who jolted, slamming his knee into the table and glaring at Billy. But he's sinking into Billy's soothing touch, his spine melting a little as Billy rubs slow circles over his hip.

This would have to be enough for now.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #shieldofiron #harringrove #Harringrove #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Billy x Steve #Steve x Billy #my writing #frat boy au #vibe check au harringrove

[howlingday]

Arc’s Burgers Prompt;

Jacques Schnee and Roman Torchwick as…The Fischoeders!

Being the most Chaotic charcter

Being a Chaotic Gremlin

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Jaune: Yes, Mr. Torchwick is an eccentric.

Jaune: Yes, he wears an eyepatch.

Thrum: And mascara on one eye.

Magnum: And he shoots a flare gun everywhere!

Nora: He is one death ray away from being a supervillain!

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Jaune: Did you get the messages I sent you about the bathroom? The ones I kept sending you for the past several months?

Roman: Yes, I got them. How the hell did you get my number?!

Jaune: You... gave it to me.

Roman: Not to use!

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Roman: Keep my brother out of my hair, will you?

Jaune: Okay... Where is he?

Roman: He's right over... Oh no. He probably doesn't want to come inside.

Roman: Jackie! Get in here!

Jacques: No!

Roman: Jackie!

Jacques: It looks gross!

Jaune: (Looks to Nora)

Nora: (Shrugs)

Roman: Please, Jackie! It's okay to come in! I came in and look at me! I'm fine! (Bell rings) There ya go! Hey, Jackie~!

Jacques: Hello! Greetings!

Jacques: (Whispers) I don't want to be here.

Roman: (Whispers) Shush!.

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Roman: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get drunk for dinner.

Jaune: Don't you mean dressed?

Roman: Dressed out of my mind~.

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Roman: OH! I get it! You think that just because I'm a landlord, and I wear a white suit, and mascara over one eye, and raise your rent, and make plans to build death rays while firing a flare gun at you, I'M THE BAD GUY!

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Jaune: Well, can't you do something about this?

Roman: What? Jackie? Sure thing! Observe.

Roman: (Raps on door) Now you guys say, "It's Jackie~!"

Nora and the kids: It's Jackie~! It's Jackie~! It's Jackie~!

Roman: C'mon, Jaune!

Jaune: (Flatly) It's Jackie. It's Jackie. It's Jackie.

Roman: Who's that squirmy little funny guy~?

Roman: Who jabbed mascara into his brother's eye~?

Roman: It's Jackie~! It's Jackie~! It's Jackie~! He's his mommy's favorite~!

Jacques: (Kicks down door) THAT'S MEEE~!

Roman: Works every time. My mother played bongos. Jaune, you were a little flat.

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Magnum: You should teach at my school!

Roman: And you should work in my gang.

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Roman: Careful! I'm wearing white! If you hit my pants, you'll see the outline of my wiener!

Roman: Oh, what the heck! Fire away~!

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Roman: Come on! Pull the trigger, you big baby!

Jacques: I'M NOT A BABY! I'M A BIG BOY! A BIG, DANGEROUS BOY!

Roman: Baby!

Jacques: STOP IT!

Roman: Baby~!

Jacques: STOP IT!

Roman: Come on, baby~!

Jaune: Stop teasing him!

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Roman: Can you hang bricks from your nipples?

Jaune: I... I don't think I can.

Roman: You would know.

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Roman: My mother left this gang for me to run. To this day, I'm not sure if it was a joke.

Jacques: It should have been me.

Roman: Oh, well, that would have been hilarious!

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Jacques: There you are, Loona, you naughty girl! You're going to get Daddy in trouble again!

Roman: I told you that you weren't ready for a pet Beowolf, Jackie!

Jacques: I AM READY! The Beowolf Sanctuary wasn't ready! And I am NOT putting her in a hotel again!

Roman: Oh, just hurry up and put her into the van. We still have to find that damn Ursa!

Jacques: Here, Loona~! I got you your favorite~! Menagerite pizza~!

Beowolf: (Crawls into cage after pizza)

Jacques: (Shuts cage) GO, GO, GO!

Roman: I am going!

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Roman: (Playing piano) Mommy loved me more than big brother~

Jacques: DON'T SING THAT SONG!

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Jacques: You can leave now. Farewell. Roman and I have some business things to discuss.

Roman: Eh... You're doing your creepy face again. This is why you should grow a beard.

Jacques: YOU KNOW I CAN'T!

#rwby #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #rwbabies #nora's arc #roman torchwick #jacques schnee #bob's burgers

[bellatrixnightshade]

Earthlings and Aliens

@liketwoswansinbalance

here it is!

Well, this was actually an experimental bit of writing I published so it isn't technically finished, and this AU is more "free range" for now. It has endless possibilities and plots I would like to use, so I don't think I will write a strict storyline to it.

Midas couldn't believe his eyes when he found the Rhian from the stories standing right in front of him.

An actual extraterrestrial being.

Midas had always heard that aliens were grotesque and strange creatures that looked nothing like human beings, yet here Rhian was, no older than he was.

Granted, Rhian still had certain vibes that could not be from this planet. Unearthly beauty. His blue eyes had some sparkle in the irises and the puplis, like miniature stars in the evening sky. His wild blonde hair and his skin also had touches of sparkle and shine. And were those antennae? Midas was not hypnotized or impressed, to Rhian’s misfortune. In fact, he was filled with distrust. He didn't trust this stranger, much less one who was ogling at him.

Rhian, on the other hand, was enchanted by Midas at first sight. The boy didn't look like the other Earthlings– so common and uninteresting. He could have been the child of either sun or moon: his sweet looking gray eyes and his terracotta skin and copper curls made him look otherworldly.

"I don't want to go to your school," he snapped. "It isn't worth leaving Bongo or my home."

Rhian smiled, and this made Midas bristle. What was so funny? Was he really so inconsiderate? Being kidnapped by an alien was an Earthling's worst fear.

"Don't worry," he said, aiming a glowing finger at Midas to stun him, "you will be treated well on the way there. Wouldn't that be nice, to ride in an actual spaceship?"

"I don't know. I'm warning you, don't let my father or a safety official see you. Once they see an alien, it's over. The governments of Planet Earth are terrified of aliens. They think people like you will bomb us and annihilate us. They believe you will bring strange drugs and your people here." 

Rhian was about to laugh. 

These Earthlings were the most stupid people he had ever encountered. A toddler from his planet could easily destroy this neighborhood. And Rafal, RAFAL, the logical, cold, calculating, intelligent twin actually believed in these idiots, in their so-called potential. Maybe Rhian needed to take Rafal to the doctor. Maybe he was becoming sick in the head.

A snake slithered across the grass and Midas bent down to stroke its head. He glowered at Rhian. "I'm telling you, my dad's coming home any minute and when he sees you, he will-" He was interrupted by screams and his neighbors calling each other.

Midas left his backyard to his front door to get to the source of the screaming, stamping,  and unusual noise, traveling two blocks away. Arabella's house? Midas thought. Did she purchase drugs or something?"

Rhian was about to trail after him, but he turned to a giant screen. On display for the public view, were three disabled androids on the street. 

Rafal, he thought with despair. Rafal would fight like this. Rafal was in trouble. Rhian vaguely remembered Rafal heading in that direction for his special Earthling…

Rhian desperately wanted to go to the spaceship and leave with Midas. Let his brother fend for himself. Yet, Rhian didn't have Rafal's key and it wouldn't let him activate it without the key. Plus, he didn't know how Rafal got here and what directions he used. He didn't pay any attention. As he approached the house where his brother must undoubtedly be trapped in, he heard obnoxious yelling inside. Rhian remembered to use his disguise, and his antennae curled in his hair. This was more stressful than he thought. He could even feel them become more and more purple. No wonder his brother always hid them, even at home. 

"We need to scan your chip," an android said. "For your resistance, we have called extra forces."

A woman was sobbing. "My daughter told me everything. She told me this foreign freak wanted to take her away. To God knows where!" 

Rafal refused to go near the android. He was doomed if they scanned his chip, anyway. The android came to him, scanning it without his consent.

"Identity not recognized," it said. "You are under arrest for suspected terrorism, attempted abduction, and illegal entrance into our planet. Please follow us."

"I am not following you," Rafal snapped. "If you make me, I will make sure you share the same fate as those other stupid robots."

The woman looked up, glaring at him. "They already called humans against you. They will track you down and kill you, just like your people deserve. How dare you enter our world! We have had enough wars. We don’t need anymore, much less from invaders like your kind."

Rhian was silently watching. Midas was right. He hoped his dad wouldn't watch.

"Is she your friend?" Rhian asked, pointing to a redheaded girl, enamored with his brother. To his disgust, Midas' attention was also turned towards his brother.

"We are classmates and neighbors," Midas said slowly. "You brought more aliens, didn't you? More creatures to take our people to your home."

"Oh, he's just my brother," Rhian said quickly. "He was the one who brought me here. This wasn't my idea in the first-" The helicopters landed, and Rafal ran outside as far as he could, Arabella following after him. Someone in the crowd held a jar with a tiny Marialena inside. "They are infiltrating our home!" He screamed. Rafal eyed Rhian's disguise  in the crowd. Arabella headed in that direction. Suddenly, gunshots rang out and the crowd stepped back.

Rafal was hit. The police dragged him inside their plane. He was certainly doomed. He also found Rhian with another handsome boy. Again? He instructed Arabella to go to the ship as soon as possible and he gave her the key. She made a huge mistake in telling her mother, but she didn't know any better. Now she did. In case Rafal died here, at least Rhian had the key. At least he could fly home to safety.Arabella's mother had stabbed him in the stomach with a kitchen knife, then screamed "911" at her virtual assistant. Rafal wished he had obliterated that stupid computer program. He wished he had bombed this whole neighborhood.

#mara posts #sge #rise of the school for good and evil #fall of the school for good and evil #rafal mistral #rhian mistral #midas of gavaldon #mara writes #futuristic sci fi Au #alien Fala #and alien Rhian