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dailypotatos · 2 months

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[18] have a spud

#potato #have a potato #daily post #have a spud

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0kid0g1 · 1 month

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HEADCANON TIME: POOB AND PEST EDITION!

I had random ideas last night and I should pile them up here

Some of these are subject to change, either by adding new ones, rewording ones as I get better ideas, or removing some entirely.

Poob:

The reason they have their birthday "everyday" is because they rarely have a birthday party on their true birthdate, therefore decided to start having it frequently before it became a daily routine. They were born on February 29th, 2000.

Their species, the Noob, are considered primates, but in a separate tribe from humans (either as a separate tribe in Homininae subfamily, or as a separate genus in the Hominini tribe). (Please don't make me go in depth with taxonomic ranks I'll talk about it for hours)

Implied by their true birthday, they are 24 years old (or 6 if you're gonna be a real funny guy).

Born AMAB, transitioned as enby in their mid-teens.

Demiromantic asexual, too busy partying to engage in a relationship anyways.

Their wardrobe consists of mostly multiples of the same outfit, outside of event outfits.

Type of person that would do the one chip challenge (and immediately regrets it).

Not particularly close with Infected, but still considered friends.

Pest:

Pest is 25.

Outside of taking traits from stag beetles, he also has a pair of elytra and wings (though he almost never uses the wings as they're primarily just for show).

Evolved from a species of beetle that eventually mimicked many features of a guest. (A species of mimic beetle, as I dubbed it.)

Somewhat overweight.

Demiboy and gay (though good luck trying to even interact with him without him being an asshole to you lol).

Pest has a really bad spending habit.

His room is a MESS, but doesn't mind the insects that infests the place (bug to bug interactions lets go!)

I've seen someone else headcanon it, but I'm starting to like the idea he was adopted by Poob's family. Adding onto it tho, he was most likely adopted because Poob almost never seen a guest before (even though Pest is not a true guest). After the guest extinction in 2017, he became the only remnant of guests ever existing and Poob believes all guests look nearly identical to him.

If he knew exactly what happened to Spud!, he would feel bad, he would just not confess it because he would rather not show emotion.

Pest did not look that much different as a child, the only difference is he outgrew his hair...and obviously just being bigger.

#regretevator poob #regretevator pest

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pleatedjeans · 25 days

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50+ Funny Single Panel Spud Toon Comics Ready To Serve Your Daily Giggle

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mademoiselle-red · 7 months

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Exceeding Expectations (a TC mini-fic)

“Exit a quiet tidy patient […] enter, somewhere else, a young man with a lame leg and an unanswered question. Vital statistics have this new character something like fifty years’ expectation of life.” —The Charioteer, chapter 3

“How’s the fact checking coming along?” Laurie asked over their breakfast spread. It was Tuesday. Not that Tuesdays meant anything in particular to them nowadays seeing as they were long retired. Ralph had grown restless a few months into his retirement and had begun working on a memoir about his days in the navy. There had been a flurry of Second World War memoirs published over the last few years around the 50th anniversary of VE Day.

“It’s tedious work, but the archivist I wrote to last week has been rather helpful. Oh, you’d like this: according to vital statistics, Dunkirk veterans who’d recovered from injuries resulting in permanent disability have on average 50 years’ expectation of life since time of operation. I always knew you’d exceed expectations, Spud.”

“It’s nice to know we’re both beating the herd by 5 years.” Laurie smiled into his toast, an amused grin which morphed into a wistful look as he remembered. “Reg Barker passed in ‘93. And now I’m the last man standing from Ward B. I guess I have Miss Halliburton to thank. If she hadn’t found the problem with my boot…”

Ralph slid a hand over the table and laid it over Laurie’s.

“And I owe you and Alec a thank you, and an apology too,” Laurie continued. “The daily physical therapy regime in Bridstow General helped quite a bit. I’ve met a few men with injuries similar to mine at various reunions over the years, and some of them have far less mobility than I do. But it’s not just the doctors. Their wives don’t know how to massage their legs properly. Some of them couldn’t find a girl willing to have them and ended up alone after the war. I’ve been lucky.” He smiled at Ralph.

“Spuddy!” Ralph leaned across the table and pressed a quick kiss to Laurie’s lips, licking over a spot of strawberry cream as he withdrew back into his own seat. “I attribute my longevity to your lemon tea, you know. Look at me, 40 years sober.”

Throughout the first decade of their relationship, Ralph’s had made multiple attempts to quit drinking, and Laurie had supported him through each withdrawal by brewing him honey lemon tea, which had a soothing effect on Ralph during the worst bouts of withdrawal. After a few failures, the last attempt stuck, and Ralph had not touched a drop of alcohol since.

“Darling.” Laurie now remembered those difficult years with a fond glow of nostalgia.

He raised his teacup as if it were a wine glass. “To our continued good health.”

Ralph raised his coffee mug. “To longevity and good health.”

#the charioteer #my fic #inspired by my chapter 3 reread

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mrvilschoenheit · 4 months

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Just dropping in to say hello and ask how your day has been

Well aren't you sweet? My day has been busy as usual, but it's never a bad thing when it means I was productive. I woke up at 5 this morning, took an apple cider vinegar shot and had a smoothie bowl for breakfast...not only is pink dragon fruit a super food but it makes for a lovely photo 💜

Shortly after, I joined Jack for our morning jog and returned to my dorm in time to freshen up and lead Pomefiore for our daily yoga session.

After touching up my hair and makeup once more, I attended my early classes and answered a few emails from my agency between classwork. For lunch, I had a spinach salad with apple slices, walnuts, and some diced chicken breast.

Of course, I finished early and used the remainder of the free period to visit my plot in the botanical gardens and pruned my herbs and flowers.

Once afternoon classes were through, I held auditions for the Movie Appreciation Club's latest production- Ah, can you believe some people would waste everyone's time by standing in line just to talk to me? They could have at least bothered to read the script!

....anyway, after sorting through the muddy spuds, I returned to Pomefiore to hold our evening waltz. Once I evaluated everyone's performance and gave them notes, they were dismissed for dinner. Even though I prefer to dine with my dormmates, I decided to dine in my office while I looked over what needed to be ordered from Sam this semester.

Rook joined me briefly and marveled at how beautifully cut my Quinoa stuffed squash was, ate two of them, and went on his merry way...he always looms to deter me from working too late.

Finally, I did my nightly beauty routine, pinned up my hair, and prepared for bed...while rewatching the auditions that I had filmed earlier. It's one thing in person, but it's also important to see how their presence translates to the camera.

Once I narrowed the potential actors down to about half, I put my Magbook away and laid down to rest....hm. Now that I summarize it like this, it doesn't seen like I accomplished very much at all! Hopefully I have a more eventful day to share with you tomorrow, anon.

#I neglected to mention I did a few reps with my dumbbells while I watched the auditions #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #vil schoenheit #ask blog #pomefiore #vil

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big--potato · 6 months

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how did you meet @big-potatos-spouse

IT WAS A WARM SUMMER DAY IN THE SUBURBS OF POTATO CITY, AND I WAS OUT FOR MY DAILY WALK AROUND THE CITY WHEN I SAW THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TATER I HAVE EVER SEEN. THANKFULLY, THAT ANGELIC SPUD NOTICED ME, TOO, AND WE LOCKED EYES AND SILENTLY AGREED THAT WE WERE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER

#big potato #big spouse

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spoodlebat · 7 months

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It's spooky month, woohoo! My fav time of the year~ This year I was told about OC-tober, where people make prompt lists for creatives to make something once a day or so; the idea is you base it on your Original Characters! It's been way too long since I've done any self indulgent personal art, so I'm going to make time to do a daily art every day this month! (or as many as I can manage, at least; burnout's a bitch...)

Doing @bweirdart's prompts this year, thank you for such a nice list :) If anyone else seeing this is doing the same prompt list, hit me up! I'd love to learn about some new people's characters!!! Or just any oc stuff in general actually, that'll work too. Yes, you, with the self-doubt about your creations. DM me.

Kicking off with Day 1: Favourite OC, and for this I chose Spud!

Figured I'd also write a little about what these characters mean to me, though fair warning it's likely to be rambly ^^ More on this fuzzy idiot under the cut, if you're so inclined to read about them~ Happy October, everyone!

Spud's one of my oldest ocs, and they've grown with me over the last 10-15 years or so. Though they're no longer a true 'selfsona' and more of their own thing these days, I still find a lot of myself in them, and I owe them a hell of a lot. They're where I got my name, how I explore my sense of identity, and just a sweet little bean that seems to get along with anyone I introduce em to. Plus the shapeshifting to fit how much effort I wanna put into drawing them doesn't hurt ^^

Speedy's colourscheme is still some of my fav colours; they're the cornerstone of mine and my partner/friends' character interactions, and they helped me form my magic system. Seriously, I love this little nugget and their reality warping powers so much.

Despite their sharing of a lot of my problems, Spud's family still loves and supports them 100%. It helps me feel a bit less useless sometimes, and that's also a real nice thing to get out of a silly grey fluff.

#october #art challenge #oc tober #original character october #bweirdoctober #bweird oc tober #bweirdart

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jaketrains · 11 months

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PAW Patrol: 10 Year: Characters (2023)

Characters

Ryder

Chase

Rubble

Marshall

Rocky

Zuma

Skye

Robo-Dog

Everest

Tracker

Tuck and Ella

Rex

(Cat Pack)

Wild

Rory

Leo

Shade

Liberty

Coral

(Rubble & Crew)

Charger (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Mix (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Wheeler (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Motor (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Auntie Crane (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Grandpa Gravel (Debut in PAW Patrol)

(Junior Patrollers)

Mini

Tot

Nano

Mayor Goodway

Chicketta

Julia Goodway

Julius Goodway

Gustavo Goodway

Uncle Otis Goodway

Mayor Greatway (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Mr. Ducky-Doo (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Mr. Porter

Alex Porter

Mr. Hudson

Katie

Cali

Cap’n Turbot

Francisco Turbot

Tilly Turbot

Dr. Tammy Turbot

Taylor Turbot

Codi Gizmody

Elly-Dee

Cassie

Eddie and Emmy

Mayor Humdinger

Kitten Catastrophe Crew

Meow-Meow (Hench-Cat)

Harold Humdinger

Cheetah Humdinger

Helga Humdinger

Farmer Yumi

Farmer Al

Ms. Marjorie

Maynard

Hurricane Harrigan

Adventure Bay Cameraman

Cletus

Adventure Bay Residents

Ladybird

Sweetie

Busby

Princess of Barkibgburg

Earl of Barkingburg

Butler of Barkingburg Castle

Henry and Elizabeth

Duke of Flappington

Jean-Claude

Claw

Sparks the Dragon

Henry

Luke Stars

Traveling Travis

Mr. Wingnut

Mrs. Wingnut

Cowgirl Beryl

Tough Guy (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Carmen (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Marty Muckraker (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Adventure City Camerawoman (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Butch and Ruben (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Window Washer (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Kendra Wilson (Debut in PAW Patrol

Tony (Debut in PAW Patrol)

Carols

Jake

Cora Colors

Mother Mer-Pup

Baby Mer-Pup

Kelp

Moby

McSquidly

Victoria Vance

Flight Controller

Captain Gordy

Hailey Daily

The Copycat (Mr. Nibbles)

Big Hairy

Little Hairy

(Ruff Ruff Pack)

Hubcap

Gasket

Dwayne

Speed Meister

Mr. McTurtle

Lily

Lucas

Omar

Juniper

Camila (Truck Driver and Pilot Airplane)

Grocer Gabriel

Cafe Carl (Ice Cream Shop and Popcorn’s Cafe)

Shopkeeper Shelley (Bike Shop and Toys Shop)

Sierra Sparkle

Farmer Zoe

Park Ranger Rose

River

Builder Cove Residents

Precious Owner

Precious Owner’s Father

Precious Owner’s Mother

The Great Wendini

Ace Sorensen

Daring Danny X

Diredre

Arrby

Sid the Swashbuckler the Pirate

Shaw

Sarah

Raimundo

Cake Judge

Chili and Pizza Judge

Spud

Little Boy

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dragon-fics · 6 months

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(Dungeons & Dragons) Hungry for Freedom (Themberchaud x Fem reader)

Chapter summary: For years, Themberchaud has slaved away at the mines in Gracklstugh... You want to change that

pt. 2

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I had started working there as a teenager, trying to make some extra coin for my family. I wasn’t keen on it, I’ll admit. It was so hot and smoky, and it stunk so bad… at least one of my senses was always being abused when I was at work.

But the pay was nice.

And to be honest, I feel bad for him. All day, every day, chained up and forced to be the fire and bellows of their furnaces.

I know they pampered him. Subdued him with spells and potions. Offered him the best of food and trinkets to keep him happy.

But he was a dragon. A beast. A mighty animal that would’ve been worshipped and feared outside this underground city. Surely he must mourn that freedom, if he’s even aware it exists… To get out there and use his wings for once. Hunt and pillage and conquer as a wild dragon should.

Yet here he was… smelting steel for weapons and armour. All day, every day. He’d been here for longer than I’ve been alive.

It seemed beyond cruel. Even if he would eat us first without hesitation if he was let loose. That was natural, what he was built to do. Not this slaving away for us, the heart and soul of Gracklstugh.

I think that was the worst part, seeing him day-in-day-out, thinking about him every night. Bringing food and treasure to him, pampering him with the best of things throughout the day, never set my mind at ease.

“You can’t worry about it too much, sweetest,” Mother said as I limped to my seat at the table. “It’s not your place to worry over it. That’s the council’s job. They do what is best for everyone. Dragon included.” She served me my dinner and kissed my head.

I stared at my meat and spuds. They didn’t worry about him, though. He was the fuel, fire and bellows for their forging. That was all he ever was. “And what if he snaps? The first thing he’ll do is lash out at us! Even the little guys like us!”

“Obviously it won’t get to that,” Jack, my brother, said, leaning his hand on the pommel of his sledgehammer. He worked in the mines below. The mines that supplied the metal for the forges. The forges the Wyrmsmith heated. “They have their fancy mages and shit.” He got up from his seat to sit across from me, darkened fingers locked together on the varnished oak table.

Mother tended to the stove, pretending not to listen. I knew by how she purposefully, slowly and repeatedly scraped the serving spoons on the pots that she was dawdling.

I crossed my arms and huffed. Neither was listening to me. I saw daily how much more alert he was getting. How much quicker his gaze landed on me. How his tail twitched, and his nostrils flared when I placed cuts of meat in his bowl or a new trinket in his hoard. Each movement happened swifter than the day before and more often. His body shifting more with each week—stretching his too-small wings and flexing his talons as he recognised me.

Their hold on him was weakening. Did the council themselves know though?

Nothing eased my thoughts. No amount of “pampering” him daily helped. One day, he’d do more than some twitching and my bones would be his toothpicks.

Filling his bowl was always the worst part. Sometimes he was gone when I left him food, tending to the forges, and expected his breakfast or dinner or whatever after his hard work.

This was one of the times I was slower, or he was back quicker, because I felt a sweltering breath on my back and sweat immediately soaked my spine. The hairs on my neck stood on end, and I slowly turned around. The portcullis landed with a loud clang, shaking my body, and a gigantic shadow fell upon me with two ground quaking thuds.

He was there. Hundreds of tons of red scales, fat, and unused muscle staring at me with huge narrow pupils.

My blood ran cold, and my limbs trembled. My fingers dropped the giant pot of meat I had held clanged and bounced on the floor. But his eyes stopped me from hearing it. He had my full, undivided, terrified attention.

The Wyrmsmith slowly tilted his head and sniffed at me, his nostrils sucking in my tunic, and body. I stumbled onto my knees. He stared at me for what felt like a long time. I felt my lip quiver.

I was about to be his snack. And nothing was going to be left of me. No crumbs. Just my grieving mother and brother. It would be quick, at least.

“You are small,” he finally said. He voice was rather raspy, unused, but youthful.

I was startled out of my silent trembling state. “Wh-What?”

Wyrmsmith sat down his huge body, my body leaving the ground and landing back down. loose coins and trinkets hopped in their piles and slid off. He smiled at me. “I know you! You bring me tasty food and sparkly treasure!”

I nodded, trying to get myself stable. “Y-Yeah. That’s me. Just… doing my job to keep the mighty Wyrmsmith happy and well-fed.” I bowed; arms outstretched on the ground. My leg went numb from the pressure it was under.

He tilted his head again, the chained collar around his neck jingling. “Well… thank you for serving me. The meat is always so tasty and tender.” He nodded, chain clinking again.

I looked up at him and straightened up onto my knees. He had similar shackles on his ankles. They were all connected to the ground of his nest, but the length of the chain let him cover enough distance to get to the forges and back. If he tried to fly though, the length of the chains wouldn’t be short enough to stop him from destroying the Pillars and burying the entire underground city further.

“You do us a great service, Wyrmsmith,” I inclined my head.

He hummed and leaned his head down as far as he could, holding it a few feet above my head. I tensed. It was all over.

“Themberchaud.”

I looked at him. “Huh?”

“That’s my actual name. Themberchaud.” He smiled innocently.

“I’ll remember that for next time.” I had no idea why he was telling me. Maybe I was the first person he’d talked to? The first to listen to him?

Themberchaud looked around. “Here. Take this.” He offered me a filigree bracelet with a ruby set in it, sitting in his giant scarlet paw. “It’s special!”

I stared at it. I’d never seen something so beautiful… so expensive.

And he was offering it to me.

I turned my head up to look up him. His eyes were wide, innocent, persistent. “Take it!” He nodded eagerly and dropped it in front of me.

I snapped my head down to look at it, my mind and face numb. “Thank you.” I smiled at him and bowed, picking up the bracelet carefully.

Themberchaud’s tail tapped on the ground in delight and his clapped his huge meaty hands. “Wonderful!” He moved himself aside and scooped me up in one hand. He hobbled over to the tiny door I came through. “You’ll come visit right? Talk to me again?” she turned me to face him.

His big golden eyes looked so sweet, so lonely. “Of course. If I’m allowed to linger a bit, I will,” I smiled. Deep down, my heart ached for him. I knew that feeling, that wanting for a friend. A connection. “We’ll talk as soon as possible, Themberchaud.”

He beamed and placed me by the door. I heard some footsteps come close to the ledge overlooking Themberchaud’s nest. The mages had returned to make sure he was sedated. I limped forward and closed the barred door behind me. “I’m (Y/N) by the way,” I whispered, though the mages couldn’t hear me.

Themberchaud nodded. “It was wonderful to meet you, (Y/N).”

As I made my way home, I stared at the bracelet. It’s special! kept ringing in my head. How was it special? Why did I deserve it?

Should I sell it?

That thought kept whirling around in my head. All my money issues could be dealt with in one go. I could be independent for once in my life. Be seen as a whole person in society and to my mother. I would only ever be her disabled child. Now I could be free of that. Be my own person.

But those eyes. Those big, wide, hopeful golden eyes…

I clutched the bracelet to my chest and stopped by our house door. I couldn’t sell it. It meant something to him.

For now, I would keep it and hide it.

Mother was frantic about me when I stepped in. Slamming me with a dozen variations of: Why are you late?! Where have you been?! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!

I shuffled to the clothes rack, hanging up my cloak. “I just took a different way home. I’m a grown woman, Mother. I’m fine—”

“And what would have happened if you fell?! We wouldn’t know where to find you!” She grasped my shoulders and stared at me.

I wriggled, her thumb digging in just under my collarbone. “Mother please! I just wanted some time alone!” Backing out of her hold, I stumbled as my leg gave in. I rested on the doorframe and held out my hand to stop her from fusing. “I’m fine!” I repeated, standing up and moving past her and Jack before either could grab me.

They both tried to follow and talk at me as I stormed to my room. Mother continued to pester me through the door. I refused to respond, looking at the bracelet Themberchaud had given me. Its ruby, on closer inspection, looked like it had a dragon’s eye engraved in the metal. It was as though Themberchaud himself was watching me. I kind of liked it.

I slipped it on, and it tightened to fit around my wrist perfectly. I frowned. “Oh? That’s… weird?”

Before anything else could register, my mind went to a completely new image. Like a dream you’re aware of. First, I saw warm golden light, then I saw a large red shape come into view. A blob. A strangely shaped blob…

The red “blob” come into focus. It was Themberchaud. Sitting rather proudly in front of me, but he was the same size as me.

“You’re big now!” he grinned. “You’re wearing it! That was quick.”

I stared at him, very confused. I tried to look around. It looked like his nest and hoard, but a lot smaller. “Uh… hi?”

Themberchaud tilted his head. “You seem tense.”

“It’s my first time… experiencing this.” I gestured around me.

He nodded. “Yeah. Me too. This didn’t work as I thought it would. But I like it. Now we can talk whenever!” His tail tapped excitedly. “I’ve not had anyone to talk to.”

I looked down. “Alright… But maybe it won’t be all the time? I enjoy time with you Themberchaud but… I… things are complicated at home and I’m not free all the time, you know?”

His gaze and little wings dropped. “I understand…”

I bit my lip. “But! I can talk now if you like? I could use a conversation.”

Themberchaud tapped his tail on the ground, his wings perking up and flapping excitedly. I wondered what he looked like to his onlooking “guards”. Was he a chubby dragon chatting to thin air?

He chuckled, picking up on my thoughts. “No silly! I’m asleep right now. A nice nap after your delicious delivery.”

I nodded. “Ah. Okay. That makes sense. So, what do you want to talk about?”

We talked for hours. He had a deep interest in pottery and seeing how things were forged. He’d not seen it much, though. I promised him one day I’d try to bring him some pottery sometime. Themberchaud seemed pleased at that. The house was dark and cold when I woke up. All our lanterns had been put out and the fire in the range was now a smouldering stack of red coals.

I grabbed a quick snack to eat, a midnight sandwich to ward off my hunger until morning.

We talked for the next few weeks. Each day I saw him, I knew the magic to sedate him was getting weaker. He was more alert, even when the mages were holding the spell. He pretended otherwise, per my instructions.

“They need me though!” he huffed and crossed his chubby arms. The mages had dropped the spell while they changed shifts, letting his mind and body be free. As free as he could be in this underground nest, chained to the floor.

I bit my lip. “Yeah, but… Thember if they know you’re alert, they might use a worse spell. Or… they might kill you.” I looked down.

He sighed and pouted. “Well, that’s not fair! I’ve worked for them since the day I’ve hatched!” He slammed his tail on the ground, and I stumbled. The Pillars shook and dust fell from the ceiling.

“E-Easy Thember,” I soothed. “Don’t cause a panic or they’ll definitely make things worse.”

Themberchaud huffed again and nodded, letting his body ease. “So, do I keep acting dead inside?” He lowered himself down and offered a paw to use as leverage. I held on and stood up, leaning on his digit.

“I don’t know yet. Try to for a bit longer and we’ll try figure out something… Maybe we can try get you out of here and free?”

He perked up and lowered his voice. “Free?” he echoed; pupils wider than I’d ever seen before.

“Yeah. Free. There’s not really a much better option.” Marching footfalls came from above. I sighed, exasperated. “We’ll talk later, okay? I’m sorry.” I made my way towards the door.

“Bye, (Y/N),” Themberchaud whispered, following me before I closed the door and gave him a small wave.

My (physical) least favourite part of coming to work—apart from the stench, heat and sweat—was the stairs. Walking was a daily struggle, hobbling really. So, you can only imagine how much of a nightmare stairs are. And they were narrow, steep, helix stairs to get in and out of Themberchaud’s nest. The worst kind.

At the top, I was met by one of the councilmen. I barely knew any of them. This one was the oldest, which didn’t say much as most died young living down here. Dust fucks up your lungs.

“Are you the Wyrmsmith’s feeder?” his curly grey and black beard bounced with his words. I believe he ran the mines too or owned them or something. He looked like he worked there, with his huge shoulders, chest, and thighs.

I nodded, bowing my head. I lingered my gaze on his red-dragon scale belt and bracers. My jaw tensed.

“You’re granted permanent leave.” He crossed his arms.

I snapped my head up. “B-but—!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be paid for the next month or until you find work.”

I chewed my cheek. “Yes sir,” I muttered and bowed my head as I turned away. I walked, dread weighing down on my chest. Once I was out of sight, I leaned on a wall, trying to draw in long breaths to stretch out my chest. We needed to act fast. I needed to save him.

The following days were slow. No amount of communicating with him helped in any way. Neither of us new the tunnels. There were very few ways out, none of which was big enough for Themberchaud. He’d bring down something if he tried to walk down the streets, through the slums or close to the Deepking’ Hold.

I searched everywhere. Every map of Gracklstugh, every natural light source. Nothing worked. I even tried the Shattered Spire and the docks. It was the opposite side of the city and, of course, would be useless to us… but I needed to try.

I figured I’d stay a while, curled up the most hidden snug there was. I knew Themberchaud needed me.

“You’re a lot farther now,” he said quietly. He looked defeated, curled up on his plush pillow.

I tapped his head. “I’m trying everywhere I can. There was some hope… but it’s pretty useless now. Unless you fancy flattening all of the slums and Darklake,” I quipped dryly, sitting beside his giant head.

He turned his eye towards me. “It could work?”

I chewed my lip. “We’d kill thousands…”

“They’ll kill me!” he roared and jumped to his feet. He was much quicker in his dreams.

I avoided his stabbing glare. “We’ll figure something else out! we have to.” I leaned my chin on my knee. “I nee—”

“(Y/N)! Answer me?!”

I was brought back to my body; shaken against the oak bench I’d curled up on. I swatted away my interruption and looked at them drearily. “Huh? Fuck off!”

I heard a warm chuckle as they sat beside me. My mind returned, wrapped in cotton wool. It was Jack… of course it was Jack. “You had me worried!” he sighed in relief and kissed my head. Warm light, the smell of beer and the light chatter of the tavern washed over me.

I allowed it and stretched my arms up. “What’re you doing here?” I rubbed my face to ease myself into it all.

“What are you doing here?! Especially with your—”

I shot him a glare, “I’m perfectly capable of walking, brother dearest. And if you must know I was in the area looking for work.” I turned my head away and huffed.

I saw his gaze drop from the corner of my eye. “I know you’re well able to. I just… is it so bad for your brother to worry.”

I slowly exhaled. “I guess not… Why are you here anyways?”

Jack shrugged. “After work drinks. You should get home though. We both should.”

I glanced at the clock above the bar and nodded. It was rather late, and Mother was sure to flip her shit. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Let’s go.”

He shuffled out of the booth and offered his hand to me. I slid after him and held it as I anchored my cane on the ground. I knew I’d need it with all the walking today. Standing up, I winced. My leg was burned and faltered under my weight. I leaned on the armrest of the couch, not wanting Jack to worry. “After you,” I forced a smile and gestured towards the door.

When I turned my head to him, his face was deep in a frown. Jack’s gaze drifted down to my legs. One rested on the curved leg of the table. He dipped his head slowly, fingers digging into the wooden handle of his hammer, and strolled out alongside me. He stopped outside the door, dodging some tipsy tavern-hoppers.

I grimaced at the stench of them and stepped aside as Jack went down an alleyway. A loud thud and creaking of wood on stone came from him down there. Before I could look, Jack shoved a large crate out onto the street. He tapped a large hand on it. “Up.”

I was about to question it, but I obliged, in too much pain to risk walking. Jack carried me home while I held his hammer. The street lanterns guided us home. As he walked, the streets lacked faces, chatter, and animation. Only drunkards, night watchmen and evening workers on their way home.

I rested my head on Jack’s shoulder. “Do you need a break? I can walk now.”

He shook his head. “I’m well able to carry you home.” He gave me a smile over his shoulder. “So, why were you actually on this part of the city?”

I stared at the patterned carved and burned into the hammer’s handle. An endless knot I’d given it on one boring evening. I couldn’t do this alone. “I need your help with something big.”

*~*~*~*

The bells rang loudly. The Pillars trembled. The stone above was cracking.

And Themberchaud was bellowing. Louder than I ever could’ve imagined.

I writhed; my ears were under so much pressure that the Pillars wouldn’t be the only things collapsing soon.

Mother pulled me close. Jack was far away now. I hoped he was okay… that Themberchaud would be okay.

Then came the fire. The brightest, yellowest light I’d ever seen. An agonising screech of metal followed, and then his mighty shadow. It was projected onto the ceiling above his nest and stretched out onto the walls of his cavern, blocking out whatever light he’d started.

A pit opened in my stomach as I saw Themberchaud clamber over the walls of his enclosure, knocking a Pillar with his huge shoulder. As it crumbled onto him, he looked back, rock bouncing off his back.

“Come on! Get out!” I muttered and squeezed my arms to keep myself focused.

He did his best to run and jump, racing his big body out of the cavern and towards the Shattered Spire. But to get there, he’d have to pass through the slums. Thankfully everyone was evacuated and standing in the south-eastern cavern. He came to a halt at the first line of houses, something flying off his back and flopping to the ground. It was Jack, sweating and exhausted.

Themberchaud looked around nervously as he heard the mages’ calls from his nest. As Jack shuffled towards us, Themberchaud snapped his head to look and spotted me as I reached to help Jack.

“I need you,” came his loud voice. I was about to look at him when he wrapped his paw around me. “Please,” he begged in a hushed tone.

I chewed my lip and glanced at my family in the tunnel, then at the largening shadows of the army of mages. “O-okay. I’ll guide you out.”

#dragons #dragon #dungeons and dragons #dnd #themberchaud #chonky guy #chonky derg #x reader #on shot #dragon one shot #dos #fantasy

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m34gs · 1 year

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Spud: mew

Me: no we are not opening the window, it is cold outside

Spud: mewewew

Me: it is minus thirty Celcius. No.

Spud: Meewwwwwwwowwwowwww

Me: I do not care, that window is staying shut

Spud: MEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW *drapes self dramatically across scratching post like a distressed damsel on a luxurious settee*

Me: fine *slides the frost covered window open*

Spud: *sniffs the cold air*

Spud: *turns and gives me an offended look*

Me: I DONT CONTROL THE WEATHER DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

My evening thus far

#spud #cat #my spud #cats can be so exasperating #but I love him #a daily spud #a spud a day keeps the sadness away #my baby

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catrosshatesyou · 7 months

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It's amazing how bitchy Elon Musk's incompetence makes me feel and act on a daily basis, but clearly, SOMEONE needs to act like an angry mother towards that jizz spud.

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rabbitcruiser · 10 months

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National Creative Ice Cream Flavors Day

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When people think about flavors of ice cream, they mostly think about what they can get off the grocery store shelves or from 31 flavors. When you take a moment to consider that ice cream was first invented in the 5th Century BC by the Ancient Greeks, and from there has traveled around the world and through every culture, you realize that the smattering of flavors you’ve experienced in your life is just the beginning. Somehow this seems like a perfect metaphor about our daily lives as well, don’t you think?

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National Creative Ice Cream Flavors Day is best celebrated by buying a flavor of ice cream you’ve never tried and giving it a whirl, at least if you’re feeling lazy and not at all adventurous. The truly daring will instead buy a simple ice cream making machine and start coming up with all sorts of gastronomical alchemy within.

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