#Colin Cracker

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The Comic Art Of Colin Craker

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Hellboy

Art by Colin Cracker

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[guillermo-banned-from-panera]

Baby Colin’s favorite snack is Goldfish crackers original flavor.

#baby colin robinson #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #baby colin #goldfish crackers

[knowledgevariabledarcy]

#colin hart: there was more chance of prince william and harry pulling crackers this xmas than hearn and warren uniting #no pulling out #pulling my hair out #nipple pulling #pulling down pants #Youtube

[scoobydoomistakes]

…this made me laugh so hard, you need to see it, too.

Normal day being a photographer, plus snaggin' some B-roll video clips for the client.

There's a charcuterie board.

Figure what the hey, I'll snag a shot of people getting food. That's always easy, right?

...

...I could spend hours watching this poor guy have a triscuit evade five times in a row.

All the stars aligned to give this sequence as much unintentional comedy as possible. The cracker battle, the momentary consideration of cheese but backing out, calmly leaving the station with naught but the single cracker on the plate, the immediate shooing away of a fly....

What happened next made for a perfectly fine clip, but dang it, we've all been there, man. Your suffering was not in vain.

–Colin

#props to him for being sanitary and not giving in to the finger-grab temptation #the charcuterie hero we need but don't deserve

[soranatus]

Spider-Man 2099 by Colin Cracker

#ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE #ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE #ATSV #SPIDERVERSE #SPIDER-MAN #SPIDERMAN #2099 #miguel o’hara

[honestgrins]

How about Polin with Jealous Boyfriend + Oblivious Girlfriend.

“It must be fascinating to sail so often,” Penelope said between bites of her cracker. “I’ve never even been on a cruise, let alone every summer.”

The waiter shifted his tray to the other hand, his smile bashful. “It doesn’t pay nearly as well as these catering gig, and theater crew on a ship is hardly the West End career I’m aiming to achieve.”

She rolled her eyes and reached for another cracker. “You’re young and learning, no one could blame you for enjoying the opportunity to travel while doing what you love. My boyfriend’s in Greece, actually, though no one could accuse him of youthful folly.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Her hand pressed to her chest, Penelope whirled to find him standing behind her. She lit with a smile as he lay a possessive hand on her waist. “Colin! You’re meant to arrive next week!”

With an oddly straight posture, he nonetheless ducked to kiss her cheek. “I missed you,” he murmured before his eyes tracked to the waiter still lingering. Unable to resist, he plucked a cracker from the tray, then another. “My youthful folly seems to ruin best-laid plans, I’m afraid. The article wrapped itself up nicely enough for me to return home. Who’s this, then?”

Her brow furrowed at the chill in his tone, but she was too thrilled with the grip she had on his arm to pay it much heed. “Who? Oh, Andrew! He’s an actor, if you can believe it. We were commiserating over the entertainment and got to talking. You know I’ve got that cruise ship thriller in my edit pile.”

Colin relaxed a bit, his arm curling around her with warmth. “Always writing, darling,” he sighed, only to kiss her cheek again. “Pick Andrew’s brain later, would you? I should like to go home.”

“Of course,” she realized, “you must be exhausted. Your mother is right over-”

“I will wave to her as we leave,” he promised, his lips brushing her ear. “And I don’t care how many waiters she charms with her presence tonight. I only ask for yours.”

Her eyes rolled again, though accompanied by an indulgent grin. “Don’t be ridiculous, Colin. He’s hardly charmed by-”

“The most beautiful girl in the room?” He led them toward the entrance, happy to leave the party behind them.

“Colin!”

“In town?”

“Now, really-”

“The world, then,” Colin decided, helping her into her coat. Spreading warm hands over her shoulders, he barely let go to offer his arm instead. “With that settled, shall we?”

Anyone want a mini-fic?

#polin #polin fic #doing my best i guess

[not-a-space-alien]

All Creatures Great and Small Chapter 16: Tea Party

Surprise! Two in one day. Sometimes you just get a little excited over your blorbos >:3

In this chapter:

Story Masterpost

On AO3

As always thanks to @static-stars and @appelsiinilight ! :)

Important note: Since is the first chapter in the series that's had large portions of dialogue in Pixish interspersed within large portions of English dialogue, I decided to differentiate the two languages by putting Pixish dialogue in italics. Thistle, of course, understands both, but I thought it was important to make it obvious at a glance which language was actually being spoken because not all characters in this chapter are bilingual.

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Marcy, a human who spoke English and a little bit of Pixish.  

Thistle, a pixie who spoke Pixish and English.  

Severa, a naga who spoke only Pixish.  

Jewel, a merminnow who spoke English and his native underwater language, which no one else at the table spoke.  

Moon, a moth fairy who spoke English, Pixish, and a number of other unknown languages.  

And Violet, a borrower who only spoke English.  

For someone who'd never expected to meet anyone who wasn't a Pixie, and who'd only been vaguely aware of the existence of other languages until recently, it was a lot.  Especially since they were all going to be at the same table.

Marcy helped Thistle set up.  They got out the biggest table he had–it was from a doll tea party set.  It was always a challenge to find furniture that was scaled exactly right since there was such a variety, and this particular set he treasured both because it happened to be exactly the right size for him, and because it came with a set of usable teacups and a teapot, all made out of fine ceramic.  Thistle privately thought it was too nice for a child to use for play, and any parent giving this to a clumsy child would be a fool.

He got out the plates he had too–likewise from a set for dolls.  These ones were a little too big, but Thistle figured that was all right since Moon and Severa were bigger than him anyway.  Marcy got him a nice, thin towel that made an excellent tablecloth, which he shook out and put over the table before putting out all the place settings.  Marcy dug out the castaways from other mismatched sets that Thistle didn’t use–for Violet, a chair from a set that had been too small, and for Moon, one from a set that had been too big.  Thistle had Marcy set the table on stacks of notecards to elevate it until Moon’s chair was the correct height, then do the same for the rest of the chairs until they could all sit equally level at the table.  Violet’s chair was cartoonish–she would have to climb a stack more notecard than chair to get up to the table, but the alternative was making Moon sit with his knees to his chest, which Thistle didn’t want to do.  The chairs were all boosted to the appropriate height in the end, and Thistle preened, so excited about having such a variety of people to talk to.

The whole setup was placed directly next to Marcy’s table setting, so she could sit at the human-sized chair to participate…and be within grabbing distance of the participants.

Teddy helped him make some small cakes, which he set out with a little bowl of jam.  Colin got out the mealworms and put them in an ornamental dish, and also arranged crackers, cheese, and fruit at Thistle’s instructions.  Marcy started brewing the tea so it would be hot when everyone arrived.

Teddy and Colin asked if they should participate, and Thistle apologetically told them it would probably be better to minimize the number of humans looming over them.  He didn’t specify names, but he knew Moon would probably be incredibly unhappy with having three giants at the table.  Teddy and Colin made themselves scarce, wishing Thistle good luck and shutting themselves in their bedroom to watch TV.  He could see the disappointment on their faces, though they were happy to support him.  They were good friends like that. 

He didn’t blame them for being disappointed.  This was going to be great.

Jewel arrived first, mostly because he arrived when Thistle instructed Marcy to scoop up some water and carry him over to the table in a mug.  She set it down and pushed the cup flush with the small table, so Jewel didn’t have to lean over so much.

“Hey, bug boy!” Jewel shouted as he was set down.  “This is quite a spread you’ve set out!”

“Yeah!” Thistle enthused.  “Teddy helped me–no!”  He cried this last part with horror as Jewel tried to take some of the cakes.  “Stop!  We can’t eat until everyone else is here!”

Jewel let go and held his hands up defensively.  “Sheesh!  All right.”

“No need to be snippish, Thistle,” Marcy chided.

“Sorry,” Thistle said, embarrassed.

Jewel crossed his arms and rested them on the lip of the cup.  “Marcy…  Are you…?”  He looked at her from under his eyebrows, clearly struggling to get the words out.  “Um.”

He’s scared, Marcy realized.  She drew her hands around the cup, which caused him to flinch back, which wasn’t at all what she’d intended.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said.  “I promise.  I’ll be keeping a very close eye on her.”

Jewel nodded, some of his tension dissipating.  “Right.  Thanks.  Maybe this will be nice…or at the very least, not a disaster.”

Violet arrived next.  Petunia was dragged along behind her, clutching her leg, sobbing and wailing about how she wanted to go to the tea party too.  Violet told her over and over that she couldn't because it was too dangerous, and eventually Marcy convinced her to go sit in the pink dollhouse instead.  

Violet was still a little nervous about being handled, so she rappelled herself up to the top of the table with a grappling hook.  “Eh,” she said.  “I forgot ‘bout the fishmen.”

“Yo,” Jewel said, raising his hand.  "I'm Jewel." He'd been trying to get less shy about telling people his name at Colin's suggestion, not that he would ever admit he'd taken it.

"I'm Violet," she said, looking at the food instead of Jewel.

“Don’t touch the snacks, or Thistle will bite your hand off.”

“They’re for when everyone gets here!” Thistle insisted.  “It’s just–Violet!”  

Violet had started taking a cracker even as Thistle had been speaking.  “It’s just one from a stack,” she said, holding it up.  It was the size of a dinner plate to her.  “No one’ll notice it’s gone.”

“...everyone already at the table will notice, because we just saw you–You know what, fine, pick your battles.  You can have one cracker, but that’s it.”

Violet slipped the cracker into her bag.  It stuck out the top very visibly.  Thistle walked over and gave it a kick, which broke it so the pieces slid down into a heap in the bag.

“Hey!” Violet said.  “Don’t touch my stuff!”

“Your st-  Violet, I-”

“It’s all right, Thistle,” Marcy interrupted.  She reached over and picked him up by the back of the shirt, and he went limp like a kitten that’d been scruffed.  “Don’t get all worked up, everything is fine.  We have more crackers.”

She set him down in one of the chairs.  Thistle looked embarrassed again.  “Sorry, I just want it to be perfect.”

“Because that moth man is going to be here, is that it?” Jewel said, smiling devilishly.

Thistle went bright red and hid his face.

“Speaking of,” Jewel said.

Thistle instantly stood up, craning his neck at the window Moon had instructed them to leave open for him to enter.  It was five minutes after the start time of three o’ clock, which was the fashionably late he’d warned Thistle about.

Moon alighted on the windowsill, fanning his wings and peering into the house cautiously.  He wore the outfit they’d picked out together - a deep blue velvet suit with a red cravat and a wide-brimmed hat topped with a feather, the sunglasses tying the whole look together. 

Thistle had warned Marcy to try and be restrained around Moon to not freak him out, so she sat at the table vibrating with excitement, eyes burning on him with barely held-back eagerness.  

Moon spotted Thistle and fluttered onto the table.  Thistle jogged over, smiling big.  "Moon!  Moon, thank you for coming!"

"Of course.  It’s lovely to see you."  Moon slid his sunglasses down to peer at Violet, still sitting at the table.  "And who's this lovely creature?"

Violet blushed and squirmed.  "V-Violet."  

Moon took her hand and gave it a kiss.  "It's a pleasure to meet you," he purred.  "You may call me Moon."  

Violet blushed even deeper and giggled.  Thistle felt dread crash over him.  Oh no.  This was the worst thing that could have happened.  Moon is like this with everyone.  

Marcy couldn’t hold it in any longer.  She leaned over, grinning.  "Moon, it's-"

Moon cut her off with a glare.  "You may call me Mister Moon."  

Wow, okay, so maybe not everyone.  Marcy wrung her hands, enthusiasm shot.  "Right, okay….  Mr. Moon, it's great to meet you.  Thistle's told me about you." 

Moon pointed at her with his cane.  "Let me make something perfectly clear for you.  I am not here for your entertainment.  You are not to touch me, ever, nor my companions without explicit permission immediately beforehand.  As long as I am in the room, there will always be a nearby window open, or some substitutable manner of egress.  You are not to stop me from attempting to leave, and you are not to make demands of me.  You are not to touch me, ever.  Do I make myself clear?"

Marcy looked cowed and chastised.  "Y-yes, sir."

"Moon," Thistle whispered.  "You don't have to talk to Marcy that way.  She's nice."

Moon turned away from Marcy.  “Never hurts to set clear boundaries.”

Thistle mouthed Sorry to Marcy, and she shrugged.

“Well, Marcy is going to make sure everything goes smoothly, and that Severa really does stay nonviolent.  Um, I’m sure she’d love to talk with you, Moon, but-”

Moon pointedly turned his back to Marcy and walked over to the table.

“Right,” Thistle said.  “Um.”  He skittered over to Marcy.  “Sorry, Marcy,” he whispered.  “I want you to have fun, too, but it might be better for you to hang back and not intervene unless someone is in physical danger.”

“Oh,” Marcy said, trying not to let it show how crushed she was.  “Right.  I’ll…I’ll observe.”

“I’m really sorry, it’s just-”

“No, no, I get it.”  She was trying very, very hard to get it and just be happy to be an observer–it really was an incredible privilege very few other humans had ever gotten–but she felt herself getting more upset with Moon.  Of course it made total sense for him to be standoffish around her–there was no telling what kinds of experiences he had in his past–but could she not even interact with Thistle freely when he was around?  Surely he didn’t have the right to demand that?

She kept her eyes on him.  His frame was broader than Thistle’s, more muscular, and Thistle barely came up past his waist.  Thistle seemed…more at ease around him much more quickly than he had been with Marcy.

Don’t be jealous.  Don’t be jealous of a guy eight inches tall.  That’s too ridiculous.

More than that, she was burning with curiosity.  She knew even less about him than Thistle did, even less about him than she knew about Jewel and Violet and Severa.  It was a significant effort to not just reach out and brush her fingers against him.  The temptation was real, but she knew the consequences would be dire.

His wings were beautiful, with eye spots.  He smelled nice.  He fanned his wings as he stepped forwards towards Jewel, getting on with the interrupted introductions.  "And who might this strapping specimen be?"

Jewel flushed deep red and sank down into the water in his mug, averting his eyes.  For someone who’d been teasing Thistle about having a crush, he’d gotten awfully quiet as soon as the attractive one had shown up.

"This is Jewel," Thistle said.  "He's shy."  

"I'm not shy!" Jewel burst out.  

"Then say hello."  

He looked nervously at Moon.  "H-hello."  

"There," Moon purred.  "See, I don't bite."  

Marcy cleared her throat.  "Speaking of… It seems like everyone is here now.  Should I bring her out?  Is everyone ready?”

The creatures on the table scuttered to their seats.  Moon took the seat to Thistle’s right, leaning his cane against the chair, while Violet sat at the end of the line.  

That left the other half of the table empty.  A gap big enough for the largest tiny person invited. 

“I think we’re ready!” Thistle said, flashing her a thumbs-up.  

“Ready,” Moon announced.  

“Let’s go, I guess,” Violet said nervously.  

Jewel glowered and crossed his arms.  "Sooner it can be over, I guess."  

Marcy walked into the pantry, leaving the tiny creatures alone.

“Why are we doing this again?” Jewel said.

“If I can form a connection with Severa, she might not need to hunt,” Thistle answered.

Moon was staring at him.  Thistle shrunk under his gaze.  “I just–I just think it’s worth trying to find some way she can live without killing people.”

Moon folded his hands on his lap.  “That’s awfully noble of you.”

“I still think this is kinda stupid,” Violet muttered.  “She’s a predator.”

“We can at least try!” Thistle insisted.  “If you had to eat people to survive, I’m sure you’d love for someone to try and help you!  She’s hurt and trapped and scared and she has no way to help herself!  You’ve been there!”

Violet’s ears lay flat back against her head.  “I-I guess.”

Thistle nervously looked back at Moon, searching for approval.  Moon looked surprised, if anything.  “You really mean it.  You really have compassion for her despite being terrified of her.”

Thistle fidgeted with his fork, unsure if he should try to confirm or deny it.  He certainly felt something, and there was definitely both compassion and terror in his maelstrom of emotions.

Marcy came back, mercifully cutting the train of conversation off.  She set the cage on the table and said in awkward Pixish, “All right, Severa, ready to exit?” 

Severa tentatively uncurled, looking up at Marcy, and nodded.  

“Remember, if anyone says she goes back in, she goes back in,” Marcy said to the others in English.  "I’ll grab her as soon as you give the word."  

“Your kind certainly are good at grabbing,” Moon commented darkly.  

Marcy waffled back and forth on how to handle the rude comment, before she decided to just ignore it and unlock the cage then lower the door open.

Severa hauled herself out of the cage, slithering her long body over the door.  Despite their agreement, all the small creatures at the table fidgeted.  Jewel’s eyes were wide.  Violet flinched repeatedly.  Thistle’s breathing picked up.  Moon’s face was cool and collected, but his ears twitched.

Severa didn’t seem bothered.  She curled her coils up underneath her to use as a seat.  "Hello,” she announced.  "I am Severa."  

Thistle suddenly realized he would be stuck translating if he wanted Jewel and Violet to understand Severa.  "She’s introducing herself."  

“Uh, h-hey,” Jewel said in English.  "I’m Jewel."  

Violet opened her mouth to speak, then clamped it shut, grabbing the tablecloth.

“You may call me Moon,” Moon said in Pixish.  He reached out and lifted her hand up as though to give it a kiss.  She was the only one big enough to have hands significantly larger than his.

She looked at him like he’d grown a second head.  “What are you doing?”

His eyes flickered up to her, eyebrows raised.  He quickly turned her hand sideways to give it a handshake instead.  “Just–just a greeting, darling!”

“He’s just being friendly,” Thistle said in Pixish.  “These are my friends Jewel, Moon, and Violet.”  They weren’t his friends yet, not really–he didn’t make any magic with them.  But he was patient.  He’d get there eventually.  “Jewel and Violet only speak English.  But I can translate for them.”

Severa nodded.  "Thistle intends for us all to be friends.  I am willing to give it a try, though I do not think it will work."  She put her enormous, scaly hand on the table.  "How do we have…a tea party?”

Thistle perked up.  "Well, you sit around and talk nicely and drink tea and eat snacks."  He switched to English.  "I told her your names, and I’m explaining to her what a tea party is."  He’d known this wouldn’t be easy, but he hadn’t even considered the logistical difficulties.  He’d never had to serve as a translator before.  This was going to be…cumbersome.

"Wonderful," Severa said.  She never had any enthusiasm in her voice, or much emotion at all.  "May I eat, or will that upset your little friends?"

"Yes, go ahead!"  He switched to English.  "Everyone take some yummy snacks now!  Dig in!"

"Finally," Jewel complained.  He took a cake and bit into it.  He got sparkles in his eyes immediately.  It looked like he was about to cry, enraptured by the taste.

"You've never had cake before?" Thistle asked.

Jewel shook his head.

"Well…what do you think?"

Jewel swallowed quickly, face burning.  "It's….fine."  He quickly reached over and took two more.

Thistle beamed.  “Yeah, it’s– Violet!"

Violet had been shoving food into her pack without even eating any of it.  "What? You said we could have the food!"

"To enjoy with each other!  Not hoard for later!"

"I'ma borrower!  We hoard and save for later!  It’s kinda our whole thing!”

Severa reached out towards the table, and everyone fell silent.  Her enormous hand dipped into the bowl holding the mealworms and emerged holding one of the wriggling creatures.  She simply opened her mouth and swallowed it whole, in one smooth motion.

Thistle tried to convince himself it wasn’t scary.  He reached into the bowl and took one of his own.  He bit the head off–that was as big of a bite as he could get.  We’re not so different.  See?  We even eat the same food!  She’s just big enough to eat the whole thing in one bite!  Oh God oh God oh God-

“Is it working?” Thistle said, voice shrill.  “Does anyone feel anything?”

Violet’s tail thrashed.  Jewel nibbled on his cakes, rendered speechless.  Moon lifted his teacup up and spoke in English.  “I feel thirsty.  I thought this was a tea party?  Hm?”  He waggled the cup.

“R-right!  Marcy, can you pour the tea?”

Marcy’s mind was filled with horrible images of her spilling the hot liquid all over the tiny people at the table.  Don’t think about it, don’t spill it, holy shit.  She took the teapot in the center of the miniature table and brought it over to herself, then filled it with tea from the larger teapot.

“There you go,” she said, setting it back.  “Enjoy!”

Moon ignored her and picked up the miniature teapot, pouring himself a cup.  “My, this smells delicious!  I haven’t had tea in ages–not since I lived with those borrowers back in Louisville.”

Violet’s tail curled upwards.  “You lived with borrowers?”

“Yes, indeed!  And I know what you’re thinking, how could that have possibly worked?  Considering our, ah…”  He gestured to Violet, tracing an imaginary line from her head to his.  “Differences.”

“Wha’sthasupposestamean?” she demanded.

“I’m simply referring to the fact that I’m nearly thrice your size, darling.”

Violet looked a bit mollified.

“But to answer the question, I simply used magic to make myself smaller!”

“You can do that?” Jewel said, astonished.  “The most I can do is make myself look like a fish, but I don’t actually turn into one.”

“Yes, I know a number of spells I can use to modify my appearance!”

Thistle’s mind ran off with that thought.  Was this…was this what Moon actually looked like?

"What is he saying?" Severa said.

"He, uh, he said he lived with borrowers for a while, and he can do magic to alter his appearance, including shrinking himself down."

“That’s fascinating,” Severa said, voice as flat as ever.  “All of my magic is for helping me hunt.”

Moon looked nervous.  “Erm…right.”

“Although I suppose for certain kinds of creatures-”

“That’s enough about hunting,” Moon said.  “Magic is fascinating, and it has many uses beyond hunting.”

"You don't have to be scared," Thistle whispered to Moon.  "Marcy will stop her if she tries to hunt us."

Severa took the teapot and poured some into her cup.  “You know, Thistle,” she said, lifting the cup in her enormous hand.  She was able to fully close her hand around it.  “I’m surprised you’re so tense around me, but perfectly at ease around Moon, considering he’s an ukubó.”

There it was again.  A word he’d never heard before in Pixish.  Thistle was faced now more than ever with the realization that his knowledge was limited to whatever his hive had known about magic, and whatever knowledge gaps Mother’d had, he now had as well.

Whatever the meaning of the word, Moon didn’t seem to like it.  He stood up, slamming his hands on the table and rattling everything on it.  “Do not say that in front of them,” he growled.

Thistle, Violet, and Jewel drew back fearfully.

“They don’t know what it means,” Severa said, amused.  She lifted her teacup to her mouth and took a sip.  "Two of them don't even speak Pixish."

Had…had Severa just called Moon a slur or something?  “Severa, please be nice,” Thistle whispered.  He’d have to ask later what that word meant. 

Her mouth turned up in a wry smile.  “Fine.”

Hackles still raised, Moon sat down.

"What exactly is going on?" Jewel said, irritated. "You're all just yelling at each other in Pixish."

"Sorry," Thistle said. "I think Severa called Moon a rude name or something."

"...huh, I didn't expect her to attack us emotionally."

Moon crossed his arms.  “But, yes, to get back to the point, I’ve interacted with a number of species of magical creatures and learned a number of magical spells.”

“Well lah-de-dah,” Jewel said, burying his nose in his teacup.  “Mr. Cool Guy over here.  Thinks just because he smells nice he’s God’s gift to the table.”

“He does smell nice!” Violet piped up.  “Like hickory and cured meats and cheeses!”

Questioning eyes fell on her.  “What?” Jewel said.  “No he doesn’t.  He smells salty, like ocean water.”

“That’s you,” Violet insisted.

Moon’s frame shook with laughter, and he leaned in towards Thistle.  “What do I smell like to you, my dear?”

“You smell like…honeysuckle.  Wildflowers.”

Moon smiled, eyes soft.  “You all have discovered my pheromones.”

“Ph…eremones?”

He picked up a cube of cheese and weighed it in his hand.  “I smell different to everyone.  It has to do with my magic, you see.”

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a grappling hook catching on the table and distant grunting sounds.

Violet leapt out of her seat and rushed to the end of the table, peering over it.  Of course it was Petunia hanging from the line of the grappling hook, shimmying her way up it in her prettiest dress.

“Petunia, get down!” Violet shouted.  “Go back and play!”

“No!” Petunia shouted back.  “I’m coming to the party!”

Severa uncoiled herself and slithered away from the table.  Marcy hesitantly raised her hands as though to stop her, but nobody told her to, so she didn’t.  She let Severa go over to the edge and lean over to look down.  Violet’s knees buckled, and she fell, shuffling away from Severa but refusing to leave the grappling hook.

What Petunia saw was her sister’s face looking down at her, then the much larger face of a scaled predator leaning into her field of view.  She froze halfway up the line, letting out a scared meep.

“You-you see!” Violet yelled.  “It’s dang’rous!  Get back!”

Petunia’s gaze stayed frozen on Severa.  Severa stared back, eyes misty, tears brimming.  “Oh, oh my God,” she breathed.  “That baby is so small.  Whose baby is that?”

Thistle got up and got between Severa and Violet.  “That’s Petunia,” Thistle said. “She’s Violet’s little sister.  They don’t have parents.  Violet is taking care of her.”

“No parents?” Severa said, heartbroken.  She put her hand over her heart.  “Can…Can I hold her?”

Thistle bit his lip.  He already knew what the answer was going to be, but he had to translate it anyway.  “Violet, she’s asking if she can hold Petunia.”

“What!”  Violet stood up ramrod straight, fur on end.  “No!  Definitely not!”

“Violet, if she wanted to hurt Petunia, she wouldn’t ask to hold her.”

“Maybe it’s just to get her up on the table.”

“She wants to hold me?” Petunia’s distant voice said.  She cautiously restarted climbing up the rope.  “Everyone else is up there and nothing bad happened!”

“Please,” Severa said desperately.  “I would never hurt a child.  Please let me hold her.”

It suddenly clicked for Thistle.  She had an egg due.  Either she was hormonal, or she had a soft spot for children.  Maybe this could be the key.  This was the first time she’d expressed any strong emotions about anything at all.  Even during hunting her general demeanor had been passive chagrin and dull acceptance of the situation at hand.

“I can’t,” Violet said, starting to cry.  “I can’t let Petunia get so close to a predator.  I can’t.  Thistle, even if your humans are here to watch, they won’t be able to stop her in time if she hurts Petunia while she’s holdin’ her.”

That…was a very good point.  Thistle had no counterargument.  “Okay, you’re right about that…  But what if we just let Petunia come up on the table?  She doesn’t have to get close.  Severa’s been here long enough that we can see she’s not going to just ballistic for no reason.”

Severa kneaded her hand, still looking at Petunia.

Violet hesitated.  “All…all right.  But only if Teddy comes and sits at the table too.”

“No,” Moon said instantly.  “Having one human here is bad enough.”

“Would you all just calm down!” Thistle said, stomping.  “Nothing is even happening.  I’m the one she tried to kill, not any of you!  And none of the humans in this house have done anything except try to be supportive right now!” 

Moon flushed and turned away.  Violet fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and muttered.

Petunia’s little hands finally appeared at the edge of the table, dragging herself up.  She wound her grappling hook line behind her.  “I’m here!”

Severa made a motion to start towards her, but Thistle stood in front of her, despite his own hands shaking with fear.  “Severa, wait.” Marcy is here, Marcy would stop her if she attacked.

She stopped, eyes still on Petunia.  “I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“I believe you, but Violet is uncomfortable with you holding her.”

Severa flexed her hand, looking anxious to interact with Petunia.

“Violet?” Thistle prompted.

Violet’s head swung from Thistle to Severa to Petunia.  “I…Okay, she can sit at the table.  But she has to be at the seat farthest from her.”

“Thank you,” Thistle breathed, having no idea how to resolve this otherwise.  “I promise she’ll be safe.”  He turned to Severa.  “How about you sit at the table together for a while before we talk about holding her?”

Severa backed up slightly, coils wrapping around herself.  “Yes.  Okay.  Thank you.”

The small creatures all cautiously retook their seats.  “Everything okay?” Marcy whispered.

Thistle flashed her two thumbs up.  “Everything’s cool, calm, and copacetic!”

Petunia dashed over, giggling happily, and clambered up into Violet’s lap.  The poof of her dress crinkled against the table.  “Vivi!  Look at all the food!”

“Yes,” Violet said cautiously.  “You can have some.”

Petunia opened her bag and started shoveling food in.  Ah.  Well, Thistle wasn’t going to tell Petunia not to do that.

Severa watched the tiny borrower, her expression now completely different.  She had a soft glow about her.  She was smiling.  “Your dress is very pretty.”

Thistle translated.  “She said your dress is pretty.”

Petunia perked up.  “Yay!  Thank you, thank you!  Your ribbon is nice.”

Thistle translated.  Severa reached a hand up and stroked her hair ribbon.  “I’m not sure why I wear it.  I suppose it feels nice, sometimes, to feel beautiful, instead of only destroying beautiful things.”

Thistle’s skin crawled.  Every time he’d almost managed to start forgetting Severa’s true nature, he was reminded of it somehow.  He decided to only translate the Thank you.

Moon cleared his throat.  “So tell us more about yourself, Severa.  Do you have any children of your own?”

Thistle certainly hoped not, because they would have been keeping her from them the past few days.  “No,” she answered, much to his relief.  “Though not for lack of trying.  My first hatchling starved to death, because I was a poor hunter at the time.  Inexperienced.  My second disappeared from my nest at the hands of a predator while I was away.  My third egg was laid premature, small and feeble, and when it hatched it was not strong enough to survive.  I’ve held off on mating for a while after that, since I could not take any more heartbreak.”

“Oh?” Moon said.  “That’s tragic.  I’m so sorry.”

Thistle privately thought it wasn’t tragic at all for there to be fewer nagas in the world, but he did have to admit the idea of innocent babies dying was sad, of course.  Theoretically.  In reality, he was struggling to detach himself from the hivemind way of thinking–that he shouldn’t feel bad about someone dying if they were a threat to the hive.

But he wasn’t with his hive anymore, he was with Marcy, and Severa wasn’t a threat to her.

Severa’s gaze came over and burned into Thistle.  “But I do have an egg due soon, now.  I hope it will be different from the others, but I do not have much hope.  I need lots of magic to produce a healthy egg.”

“Right…”  Thistle hadn’t felt the spark of magic he knew meant he was making a connection with someone else.  Severa was just too scary.  It was easy to say you were friends.  It was harder to actually do it.  You couldn’t fake it.  You could lie to yourself, but you couldn’t lie to magic.

Severa picked up her teacup agitatedly.  “Perhaps your plan would work, Thistle, if I were allowed to hold the baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Thistle said.  “Violet doesn’t want you to.”

Severa slammed her cup down.  “I would not hurt a child!  I have never hurt a child!  You act like I am a monster!”

You ARE a monster, Thistle wanted to say, but he didn’t, of course.  “I’m sorry.”

“Uhh, Thistle,” Jewel said nervously.  “What’s happening?”

Severa’s tongue flicked in and out, and her sides heaved as she hissed in air.  “We both know this isn’t going to work.  I’m going to die, and you’re not even going to let me hold the baby before I die.  And for what?”

Marcy’s hands crept closer, alarmed by the visible increase in agitation.

“Severa,” Thistle squeaked.  “Please.  It’s not going to work if you get mad at me.”

“It’s not going to work at all!”  Severa got up, leaning over the table at Thistle.  “We both know that!  You are trying to defy the natural order of things!  You are foolish and naive!  To think I could be anything other than a killer, a predator!  I am hungry!  And not for companionship!”

She lunged.  Jewel splashed back in his cup, Violet grabbed Petunia and darted away, and Moon threw himself at Thistle to push him out of the way.

She didn’t reach him, though: Marcy’s hand closed around her, yanking her up into the air.

Severa writhed in her grip, squeezed her wrist.  Petunia cried loudly.  Severa stopped and looked down at the little girl, tears in her eyes.

“I wouldn’t hurt a child,” she insisted.

Still sobbing in fear, Petunia got up and scampered away, Violet not far behind.

“Come back,” Severa wept.  “Come back.  Please.  If I could just hold a baby one more time, I could die happy.”

“Okay, teaparty over,” Marcy declared.  “Sorry.”

***

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[blackroseguzzi]

FATE PART 4 💙

Summery: With Mare of the case, someone has to help her get some information to help her out- and that someone has to be you. 

Ps I wrote this in the wrong POV because it’s been a while since I wrote for this series but I will fix it next chapter!!

@lili-tate 💙

You pushed around the peas on your plate, trying your very hardest to drown out the sound of your family arguing over something so ridiculous as what brand makes the best crackers for a cheese board. 

“Y/n, are you going to converse with us this evening or stare at your plate and not take a bite!,” your mothers shrill voice bounced you back into reality. 

“I’m sorry, just thinking about work.” It wasn’t a lie, Erin’s case was fresh on your mind. It felt so silly to be sharing dinner with your family knowing that someone that had killed a teenage mother was out there. 

Then there was also the fact that you had ran into Colin. Colin, as in your ex fiancé who you now had to work with for the next week. 

Your mother scoffs, not realizing the severity of the case you’re covering. She had always assumed you write sex columns like Carrie Bradshaw in Sex in the City. “You and your job, are you ever going to find more?”

“I like to refer to my work as a career mom, but yes I plan…” you bit the inside of your cheek, holding back anger for brief moment “ to find more.” 

“Good and Gather!” Janice’s husband suddenly called out from the other end of the table “they have those amazing cheddar and red pepper crisps that are to die for.” 

You let out a small laugh, your eyes reverted back to your plate and you found yourself about to fork a load of mash potatoes into your mouth when a knock rang out through the home. 

“My goodness, I hope it’s not Liz from next door needing help finding her damn mutt again,” Your mother rose from the table and slammed her napkin down on the chair before sprinting to the door. Your father sat silently across the table and everything inside of you wanted so bad to have him say anything, but he just sat there watching the kids and quietly eat his food. Your mother appeared in the dining room again a few moments later. 

“Someone is here to see you, Y/n. She says it’s urgent..” 

You looked around the table, all eyes on you. Excusing yourself, you exited the cold room to seek out whoever had showed up at your family’s door- it’s not like many people knew that you were here. 

As you rounded the corner, you couldn’t help but be taken a back by Detective Sheehan’s figure in the doorway. 

“How did you?” 

“I’m a cop, I looked up your parents address. Now put on your coat I need to speak with you.” Mare clearly wasn’t in the mood to waste time. She was tapping her foot on the pavement as she watched you grab your coat and sling it over your body. You exited the home and Mare took a deep breath. 

“I mean I’m genuinely surprised to see you here Detective, is everything okay is someone in custody?” You dug your hands into your coat pocket to protect them from the harsh air around you. Mare looked like she hadn’t slept much, and she shook her head angrily like everything you spoke hit her in the nerves. 

“I need you to do me a favor,” her voice was low and she refused to look anywhere but her feet. 

Narrowing your eyes at her request you pondered a moment, wondering what on earth this woman would need from you. 

“It depends, what’s in it for me?” You decided to play your cards in favor of your story for work, knowing Mare was going to do the same thing if given the chance. 

“I was forced to take a leave. I can’t get access to anything pertaining to Erin’s case….and I..” 

“Wait why, what happened?”

“Let me finish!” Mare’s eyes suddenly shot up to look at you. she was anxious, and scared and you could tell that something had happened in the last 24 hours since you had seen her that had changed something important in her life. 

“I got kicked off the case. I need you to help me get confidential information so I can do my own investigating in the time being.” 

You let out a laugh, making Mare’s anger rise.

“You’re nuts. That’s extremely illegal.” 

“You realize I’m basically giving you access to every bit of info you want for your stupid article, right?” Mare watched you as your mind started to wonder. Was she seriously asking you to investigate for her? 

“So how exactly am I going to get information for you?” Questioning her, you were surprised when she actually gave you a slight smile. 

“Zabel. I need you to work alongside Zabel to get every piece of evidence he knows back to me.” 

Shaking your head you squeezed your eyes shut, because the thought of being around Colin gave your stomach a jump, but now the thought of being alone with him made your insides feel like you were on a roller coaster.

“You know, Zabel told me about you. I know that you still care about him or you wouldn’t be still be interested in taking on this work just for your article.” 

As the heat rose to your cheeks, you knew that Mare had a lot of truth to her words. 

“Well if you know who I am, why the hell do you think Colin would even want to give me any information or talk to me at all?” “Because I think he still cares about you too.”

The next day you decided to pick up two coffee’s at the spot that you and Colin used to frequent when visiting your parents. You wondered if he took his coffee the same or if he would refuse to drink it out of spite.

You parked your car at the station, slowly walking to the bench outside as you waited for Colin. Around 5 minutes of pure anxiety coursing through your veins you reached into your pocket- A message from Mare scrolled onto the screen. 

‘Don’t fuck this up.’ 

You rolled your eyes and shoved your phone back into your coat pocket. Beside you the door swung open to the station and Colin strode out, dressed in the sexiest long coat that had you basically drooling. His eyes landed on you and his expression twisted in surprise. 

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to you popping up at my work,” He sighed and looked between your smile to the coffee in your hands.

“I got you a coffee, same as you always take it. It’s from Joe’s near my parents house. That one where we..”

“Yeah I know the place,” He forced a smile as you held out the warm cup of piping hot liquid. “Thank you, I uh I appreciate it.” 

You couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear as you two stood awkwardly outside the station. You knew he had work to do, but Mare had specific instructions you knew you had to follow through with.

“Look, I know you hate me being here-” Colin put up one of his hands to stop you, shaking his head slowly.

“I don’t hate you being here, I’m just surprised okay? Can you blame me?” Colin’s voice was soft and his brown eyes were like looking into a time capsule of your youth spent with him. You missed his familiar face, his warmth, his everything. 

“I just want to maybe make things less awkward, maybe we could grab dinner tomorrow and catch up or something?” You sucked in a breath, waiting for him to think over your proposal. 

“You’re asking me to dinner?” Colin’s eyebrows raised at your words, and taking another sip of coffee he just watched you nod quickly, eager for him to answer. 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, y/n.” Colin watched your face fall. You stared at your coffee, realizing you were going to have to pull out your plan B.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around Detective Zabel.” You gave him a small smile before turning back to your vehicle. 

“You know who I ran into the other day?” Judy Zabel called out from the kitchen. “Sharen Foster. We hadn’t seen each other in a few months. She said she read the article about you!” Judy brought Colin and herself a plate of food and sat down at the dinner table. 

“Oh yeah?” Colin replied as he put a glass of water down next to his mothers plate for her. He knew where this conversation was going. 

“Her oldest daughter lives over in Easttown now. I told her that you had just been sent in to work on that case with the poor girl. She’s a beautiful woman, Colin. Sharon said she’s been looking for Mr. Right and I bet you two would-” 

“Y/n, is back in town Ma,” Colin didn’t dare look at his mothers face as he spoke those words. 

“Colin its the holidays, you need to stop letting it bother you. It’s been nearly two years.” Judy sighed, looking into her sons eyes as she spoke.

“No, no. She’s working on an article about the case I’m working on.” Colin took a sip of beer, “I saw her, I mean I have to see her until she gets all the information she needs.” Colin felt relief to tell someone who understood how much that shook his world seeing her. 

“Oh Colin, I’m sure that’s very hard for you.” Judy was sympathetic. She was the one to help her poor son pick up all the broken pieces after you left. She knew there were still some open cracks, and now you had come back to make sure those wounds never healed.

“Yeah, but I can get through it. It’s fine.” He felt his words hit his heart, but he knew they were just comforting words for his mother and not for himself.

Judy only smiled politely at her son, gathering her hands together and bowing her head before praying, Colin swung off his beer before joining her. 

The pray was cut short when a knock sounded at the front door. Colin decided he would retrieve the door while his mother waited to see who had come this late at night to their home.

Colin swung open the door, and speak of the devil herself, y/n was standing in front of him bundled in warm winter gear. “uh, hi,” Zabel blinked a few times to see if he might have been imagining her, but when she responded with a hi back he knew the imagery was real.

“What are you doing here?” He asked politely, but with a hint of confusion mixed in.

“I saw the news and I have some information you might want.” You watched as Colin opened up the door to invite you in. Taking a deep breath you made it over the threshold into the familiar space of his mothers cozy home that they had shared so many wonderful moments in. Judy was nothing short of amazing, and you had always felt comfort in her presence, much more than you ever had with your own mother. 

“Judy, it’s nice to see you,” You spoke quietly, trying to avoid her harsh gaze that you were expecting the second you walked up the steps of the Zabel household. She just nodded, looking between Colin and you.

“Colin was just telling me he ran into you.” 

“Yeah, it was a pleasant surprise,” You responded, sending a small smile to Colin, who surprisingly smiled back at you. Judy was not as kind, she huffed lightly at your words.

“Pleasant for one of you at least,” She mumbled.

Colin cleared his throat, embarrassed at his mothers sudden hostility. You knew she was just protecting Colin, and you decided to just hang your head and nod, ending the interaction between the two of you. Colin cleared his throat, mentioning that he would run to the kitchen to grab the two of you beer before getting to work. Judy and you stood there awkwardly as Colin left the room.

“Please, don’t hurt him again. I’m begging you,” Judy whispered, as she looked into your eyes. You saw the pain and sadness that she harbored for her son’s heartbreak. 

“I’m not looking to do that, I promise Mrs. Zabel,” You spoke quietly. You were telling the truth, you wanted nothing more than to heal whatever would you had given to Colin in the first place.

Judy walked closer to you, letting her hostility subside momentarily and looked you up and down. 

“You look good, honey. Take care of yourself,” She patted your shoulder before walking towards the living room, leaving you and Colin to get to work. 

#Colin Zabel x y/n #colin zabel #Colin Zabel x reader #colin zabel mare of easttown #Colin Zabel fan fiction #Colin Zabel imagine #colin zabel x reader #mare of easttown #Colin mare of east town #evan peters x y/n #Evan peters #evan peters imagine #Evan Peters smut #evan peters imagine

[mixelation]

you all should scroll down on this blog to this post and vote sasunaru because:

kissed the episode sasuke was introduced

megan thee stallion rapped about them. your ship could never

and then

weird merthur stans accusing sns stans of anti-white racism, including one person urgently writing to the poll-runners about "slurs" in the notes (it was the word cracker) and this argument: "there is legitimate real world discrimination against Irish people (Colin Morgan/Merlin) 😭😭 like not this time but a lot of people are completely dismissing a real thing rn" i am CACKLING

#under a cut for Drama that made me laugh out loud

[browsethestacks]

X-Women

Art by Jesse Lonergan

#Comics #Marvel Comics #X-Men #Storm #Magik #Colin Cracker #X-Women #Art #Marvel

[they-call-me-veral]

Growing up Mormon meant every couple I saw in the roughly twenty wards I attended had: a) super-hot-gorgeous-model-worthy-stunning-woman-with-flawless-hair-wife and b) her cracker bland husband who looked like Colin Robinson from WWDITS

#mormon #lds church #colin robinson

[dishearteningmediocrity]

In this festive season, enjoy this review of the Hull Little Theatre’s 1927 Christmas play, featuring Colin Clive in several roles quite different from those he would become famous for playing. From the Hull Daily Mail, published December 27, 1927. Transcript follows; apologies for the long text post but the article is very difficult to read in the clipping.

Feast of Fun and Fancy

“A Christmas Party” at the Little Theatre

All that a child could dream about the festive season is incorporated into “A Christmas Party,” which was produced at the Little Theatre, Hull, on Christmas Eve for a fortnight’s run. It is a charming show, brilliantly produced, and the work attached to the preparation of its innumerable delights must have been enormous. From the kiddies’ point of view the whole conception of the piece gives unalloyed delight, while the adult spectators will derive interested pleasure in watching the versatile efforts of artists usually associated with dark tragedy or subtle comedy. Personally, I found the show a thoroughly delightful entertainment, and the revival of the old Harlequinade (played by Colin Clive as Joey and Frederick Piper as Pantaloon) was a particular cause for enjoyment. The two actors, who emerged from a giant Christmas cracker, clowned their way through the second half of the programme with rare style, and their patter song about the Little Theater personalities was remarkably clever.

Contrary to custom this Christman party is not a pre-arranged one. It is the sudden thought of two children--Christopher and Evangeline--who are confined to their room with an attack of measles. Unable to join in the round of festivities themselves, they invite Santa Claus and the inhabitants of the toy cupboard to an impromptu party, and the result is absolutely amazing. Father Christmas makes a dramatic entry, in traditional fashion, and then the fun begins, waxing “furioser and furioser,” until it is time for everyone to go home. Patricia Bradfield, the clever young actress who was such a “hit” last season, makes a welcome return to play the part of Evangeline, while Merle Tottenham, another capable artist, acts skilfuly as the little boy. They sing and dance with charm, and their work has the requisite ingenuousness. As the host and hostess, they have a lot to do, particularly at the brilliantly arranged supper table, when the dolls become somewhat peevish and the Golliwog finds the lemonade going to his head. Father Christmas, splendidly played by Richard Fisher, also has to help to keep matters smooth.

Many of the people appeared in several characters. Edith Sharpe was a good-humoured, but garrulous Irish nurse, and a bold Robin Hood, and her songs were warmly applauded. As Anthony Rowley, the frog who would a-wooing go, Colin Clive was most engaging, and his energy as a Jack-in-a-Box was a source of wonder. Frederick Piper made a fine King Cole, and also a splendid toy soldier. In the latter character, Mr. Piper, in conjunction with Peggy Smith, who made an attractive doll, gave us an amusing dance, which was heartily encored. When the Three Blind Mice came in it took Colin Clive all his time to hold back the Cat, which Peter Taylor Smith played most convincingly. This actor took also the part of Mr. Noah and had a good partner in Millicent Jones, who sang in a pleasing fashion. The importation of a conjurer from China caused great excitement, and James Hudson executed some clever illusions which were greatly appreciated. The following also had interesting and amusing parts: Eva Jeafferson, Hilda Whatmore, Gwen Sibley, Ursula Granville, and Barry Barnes, while the following pupils of the Hull School of Music had small parts, and presented some skilful dances: Jessie Selle, Nancy Shores, Marjorie Simpson, Enid Grantham, Audrey Appleton, and Arthur Burrell.

The musical accompaniments were played by Mr. Dennis Boocock with rare sympathy and skill. --C.E.R.

#Colin Clive #Hull Little Theatre #1927 #christmas

[soranatus]

Martian Manhunter by Colin Cracker

#dc comics #martian manhunter #j’onn j’onzz #fan art #negative space

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

https://youtu.be/GLI2HKs7bbs

☝️This what Colin being sick is like; whiny, complains, at Buttercup's place of course and imposes on her hospitality.

Colin's all I cant be alone and Buttercup misses work cuz of him (spending one of her sick days). And buttercup is getting him brother and crackers and he's all sniffly and pouty.

[not-a-space-alien]

hello!! I've just started reading Watch Your Step, and i love it so far T o T !! Do you have character sheets/commissions/descriptions of what each character looks like? I'd love to draw them ^^ !!

Hey that's so sweet! I'm glad you're enjoying it!!

So, you are allowed to picture the characters differently if you think that's fun, but all the visuals that exist of all the characters should be linked in the story masterpost! But I'll recap the main details here to make it easier to reference!

Thistle

By @echollama and @bottlesandbuttons

Height: 5.56 inches

Thistle probably has the greatest "open to interpretation" factor in his look. The only details that are specified in the actual text of the story is that he's bug-like enough to freak out people who are creeped out by bugs, and that he has long black hair. (That and the details of his wing being torn, as well as thing like him emoting with his ears, which implies they're probably longer than a humans'.) I personally would love to see some different takes on what that could look like, but this has been his most consistent character design.

Marcy

by @freshpoof03

Height: 5' 3"

Marcy's only canon descriptors are that she's implied to be fat at certain points, and this contrast Thistle notes with Teddy in 1.10:

Out of all three of the giants, Teddy was the one he was the least familiar with, and the least comfortable.  She was the opposite of Marcy in a lot of ways.  Marcy was thick, Teddy was thin.  They had different skin and hair colors.  Marcy had long hair, Teddy had short.  Marcy liked looking at bugs, and Teddy hated it.  Marcy loved to touch him, handle him, examine him–loved it too much, an unsettling amount. 

She also looks "alt" enough that people assume she's a lesbian in 2.3.

Teddy and Colin

They don't have art yet, but these are their picrews!

Heights: 5' 6" (Teddy) and 6'2" (Colin)

Teddy is implied to black at a few different points in the story and is contrasted with Marcy as I said earlier. Colin is specified to be white and very plain-looking in 2.3

With the power of crowd-sourcing, they even managed to find slurs to hurl at Colin, a cisgender white man who even on his most rebellious days never managed to look more countercultural than the average saltine cracker.  If the fire hose of boiling malice hadn’t been so scary, it might almost be impressive.

Colin also spends a lot of time outside, so I imagine he has perpetual tan lines.

Jewel

By @echollama

Not much to say here honestly. Clownfish mermaid.

Length including tail when stretched out: 6 inches

Violet and Petunia

By @dearheartwitcher

Heights: 3.5 inches (Violet) and 2 inches (Petunia)

Violet (left) and Petunia (right) are specified to be "mousey," fuzzier than a human, and have tails. Also open to interpretation, but Petunia is specified to have colorful clothes made out of candy wrappers and black fur.

Severa

by @echollama

Her right arm is torn off in the shredder till just past the elbow in 2.10. The grey hair and ribbon, and being green, are all that's specified in the text.

Length including tail when stretched out: ~30 inches

Moon

by @echollama

Moon probably has the most detailed description out of anyone

But no.  He was clearly male–although possibly this was a case of using magic to change appearance without being able to change larger features of sex, such as body size, which Thistle had heard of but never seen firsthand.  But this new person’s wings were too different to be a pixie–they weren’t translucent like Thistle’s but solid and powdery like a moth’s wings, green and purple appendages stretching out behind him.  He had long, shiny black hair, braided elegantly, and his clothes were fine, no cobbled together rags like Violet and Petunia had had…finer even than Thistle’s own clothes.  And he was….fuzzy.  The ends of very soft-looking fur poked out from the top of his shirt and the ends of his sleeves. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground in a patch of rapidly waning moonlight, sheltered under the leaves of a sapling, eyes closed.  As Thistle’s footsteps grew loud enough to alert this stranger to the pixie’s presence, his eyes snapped open.  They were red–and reflective, indicating he had better night vision than a pixie.

The cane is for balance because he has foot drop in his left foot.

Height: 8 inches

Sierra

Only has a picrew, but not really any description details given.

Height: 5' 4"

Lalitha and Jaden

Also only have picrews, and no real descriptions given, but Lalitha Mishra is a Hindi name.

And lest we forget...

Mochi

Image taken from google

#Watch Your Step #my writing #long post #gt