#crab toys right now

[fbwzoo]

Guess who knows how to use this thing now!!!!! After owning and being terrified of it for like 2 months. 😂 I CAN CUT SO MANY THINGS NOW

#fbw rambles #and hopefully none of them will be me! #i have SO MANY PLANS #crab toys right now #but i could make cat shelves and cat trees #and i wanna make climbing gyms for the rats and the snake #and i could cut branches to fit in snake viv #and someday i wanna try making wood vivs for hedgehogs #if the price of wood ever goes down #i wanna learn woodworking so bad #i wanna make things that are both pretty and useful #but omg the possibilities are just endless with this thing to cut stuff now #i might have fallen in love with power tools oops

[emargoo]

Our Last Night~Draco Malfoy x Reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Female!reader

Warnings: Angst | Kissing | Angry sex | Toxic relationship | Degradation kink | Fingering | P in V sex | Crying during sex

Authors Note: Modern AU where characters are college students. English isn't my first language. MDNI

"I'm leaving, y/n, you can't change my mind."

I stare blankly at the tall slender man across from me. The sheer light slanting through the window cuts across his face, outlining him in sharp, harsh lines. He was tall and slender, almost gaunt, having the look of someone who hadn't eaten quite enough in too large of a time. And still, he was beautiful, fuck, he was so beautiful.

I grimace at the man, "Dropping out of college isn't going to solve your problems, Draco. Kissing up to your dad isn't going to make him love you. Hell, I don't know if there's anyone out there who will ever love you." I spit angrily on his shoes, the pretentious bastard that he is.

His face twists into a scowl, "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

I laugh, "I think I know better than anyone. Who else do you even talk to? And don't tell me Crab and Goyle. I know those two only care about who gives the best titjobs on campus."

Draco sighs angrily, "I don't tell you everything. And you wouldn't understand anyway."

The grin on my face grows, so much my cheeks begin to hurt, but I can feel the tears in my eyes. "Now you sound like a fucking teenager. You're not misunderstood, Draco, grow up."

"Fucking hell, y/n," his voice raises to a yell, "can't you just be genuine for once? Stop heckling me. I'm leaving. And I don't owe you an explanation." He runs his hand through his blonde hair, and I realize he's shaking.

I look down, feeling my face grow hot. My stomach churns with emotions I can't even begin to understand. I want to cry, but not infront of him.

"Right, because I'm just a fuck toy for you, huh? Just another body. You're right, you don't owe my anything." I say.

I deflate then, growing numb. He's leaving. Draco Malfoy is leaving. And he can't even tell me why.

Draco gazes at me through half-lidded gray eyes. His hair is illuminated in the dying sunlight, casting a halo around his head. He looks like an angel. He watches me, his eyes traveling up and down my body slowly. I know what he came for. What he always comes for.

And honestly? I'm no better than him. I want him. I always have. And now he's slipping away from me. If one last night is the closest I can get to him, I better make it a good one.

I walk forward, pushing the man down onto the bed behind him. It was as single bed, the most I could afford in my dorm room. He didn't say anything, but his eyes glowed with desire. He leaned back and I stradled his hips, his strong hands gripping my thighs.

Slowly, I began moving my hips, grinding down on his hard crotch. He groaned gently and moved his head back. I decided to punish him, go so painfully slow he wouldn't be able to bear it. I teased him, moving slow c-shapes on his dick.

"Faster." He said, low and dangerous.

I smirked, looking down into his steely eyes while keeping my slow pace. He pushed my hips down forcefully onto his crotch, the rough fabric of his jeans felt heavenly against my thin cotton shorts. I liked when he was rough with me.

Draco leaned his head in, close to my ear. I could feel his hot breaths against the skin of my neck, sending slight shivers down my spine. "Fucking grind, slut. Or I'll get up right know and leave you here like a bitch in heat." He rasped.

Empty threats, I thought. But his hot breath on my skin and the anger and desparation in his voice just turned me on. I obliged, grinding down on him, not bothering to tease him anymore. His warm pianist hands slipped under my shirt, playing with the straps of my brallete.

I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, revealing a plain black bra. Draco's eyes observed me with the perfect mix of distain and desire. Hate and lust. He unclasped my bra with deft hands and moved them over my breasts gently, briefly pinching my nipples and twisting lightly. I moaned, despite myself and he smirked.

Without warning, Draco grabbed my waist and pulled me under him, so I was looking up at him while he held his body over mine. He held his weight carefully on his forearms, as not to squash me. Although I wouldn't mind.

Draco began kissing my neck, softly at first, under my jaw and along the vulnerable flesh of my collarbones. He bit softly, kissing my skin so hard it would surely leave marks in the morning. He worked his way down to my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, teasing the hard skin with his teeth. I shivered with pleasure. He did the same to my other breast and then moved up to look me in my eyes.

My breathing hitched. His eyes burned as he pressed his lips to mine harshly, moving his tongue into my mouth almost immediately. Our tongues battled for dominance until eventually his took over and moved to explore my mouth. He bit my lower lip.

I ripped away from his firm kiss. Draco tasted so familiar. Like apples, and iron, and heat. I gazed at his face, our breaths mixing in the closed space between us. He was breathing hard and fast, I could smell the desire on him. Then I kissed him again, harder. He moaned softly, reaching to tangle his hand in my hair. I flicked my tongue along the bottom of his mouth, relishing in his taste, his feel.

Draco was the one to pull away this time, wrenching his shirt over his head and moving hastily to unbuckle his jeans. He was shaking. When he looked up at me, I could see he was crying.

I crawled over to him, kissing the tears from his face. The taste of salt filled my mouth. I kissed his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Around us, the room grew dark. Draco pulled me against his chest, which was almost burning hot. I looked up at him and he scowled.

"Say you hate me."

"What?" I asked.

"Say you fucking hate me." He wipped his face with his arm, sneering at me. My eyes fell to his taught muscles, the sharp lines of his stomach. I gazed back into his eyes, sneering right back.

"I hate you." His eyes fell shut, his hands slid into my shorts, pulling them off my legs.

He smirked again when he saw I wasn't wearing anything underneath. "No panties? Whore."

"Shut the fuck up." He smiled darkly and moved his hand slowly up my thigh. I groaned in anticipation. His fingers touched gently around my slit, feeling that I was already agonizingly wet. Draco brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them gently.

"Needy for me already?"

"I hate you, Draco." I said again. Feeling blood rush to my cheeks. "Get on with it then. Make me feel good."

He slid off his boxers, cocking an eyebrow at me. "And why should I do that? Bitch." I moaned as he pressed two fingers inside of me. I realized something then about the two of us, me and Draco. We fed off eachother's hate. It turned us on. The lines between hate, love, lust all blurred in our minds. Until neither of us knew what we truly felt.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb harshly over my clit, making me yell out in pleasure.

Draco clamped his hand over my mouth, "Godric, you're loud. I'll have to gag you if you can't keep quiet." His fingers slid deeper into me, finding my g-spot in 0.5 seconds. I moaned into his hand, feeling a coil build in my stomach. "Can you take another one?" Before I could respond, he shoved a third finger inside me, curling them. The coil inside me broke and I came on his hand.

He rode me through my high, fingering me gently to help me achieve the maximum pleasure. Draco removed his hand, wet with my slick. He smiled, removing his hand from my mouth and replacing it with his fingers. The taste of my juices made me groan, my body writhing on the bed. I licked his hand clean.

Draco lifted me off the bed, onto his knees. "I think," he said, moving me so that I sat just behind his large dick, "You should ride me."

I obediently sunk down onto his cock, feeling him fill me up completely. I leaned forward, gripping the headboard of my dorm bed for balance. I bounced eagerly on his length, both of us moaning loudly. He gripped my hips, moving my ass exactly where he wanted. I felt Draco move one hand to touch my clit, sending waves of pleasurer through my body. He began thrusting up into me, and I could feel the coil in my stomach tightening again. He reached up to twist one of my nipples again, pushing me over the edge. My hips began moving on their own, my body spasming. I could feel my pussy clench on his dick and he groaned, orgasming inside of me.

My body slumped onto the mattress, I stared up at the ceiling, feeling my body tremble. My inner thighs were throbbing, my sensitive skin tingling. Draco lay next to me, breathing heavily. I looked over at him, his gray eyes already on mine.

"You know what the worst part is?" I said, closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to see his face. His cloudy eyes, his slightly parted lips. Those long blonde eyelashes casting slight shadows of his gaunt skin. He truly was perfect.

"I still love you." I didn't open my eyes to see if he heard me or if he had fallen asleep. I couldn't bear it. Sometimes, ignorance is a blessing.

When I woke up, he was gone.

#fanfic #y/n #draco malfoy #harry potter #smut #draco x y/n #draco x reader #byethisissobad #draco is a little shit #angst #light angst #angry sex #i hate it here #send help #hot as fuck

[highreevess]

hi i was wondering if you could do a rafe smut with breeding and dirty talk? where the reader is wearing a dress and he makes her keep it on? i love your fics!

Of course.

Sunflower Dress

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight orgasm control, possible dub-con, creampie, sub!reader, dirty talk, breeding kink, a bit of spanking.

Summary: When Rafe Cameron comes home to find the reader in the dress he bought her, he decides to play out a fantasy that has been flooding his mind ever since he purchased that dress.

Word count: 2009

Setting down the whipping cream, I walk to the fridge and grab some butter, bell peppers, celery sticks, and two onions. I toss the vegetables onto the cutting board and set the butter container down on the kitchen counter before grabbing a butcher knife from the butcher block next to the stove.

Having already washed my hands, I begin to chop up the vegetables on the cutting board; first the bell peppers, then the celery, and then the onions. Once everything is finely chopped, I turn on one of the stove burners and scoop some butter onto the metal skillet on the stovetop. Then, I toss in the chopped vegetables, allowing them to saute in the salty butter.

I turn around, open the drawer behind me, and grab the long wooden spoon inside of it before turning back around to face the metal skillet on the stove. I move around the cooking vegetables with the spoon, making sure to get them all coated in butter before setting the wooden spoon aside.

I walk over to the door that leads to the pantry and open it before walking inside. "Bay leaves, bay leaves," I mumble under my breath as I search for something I need for the recipe I'm doing.

"Gotcha!" I say, grabbing a clear bottle filled with green leaves. Once I pull it off the shelf, I exit the walk-in pantry and close the door behind me. I set the bay leaves down on the counter before grabbing the wooden spoon I set aside a few moments ago and stirring the vegetable sautéing in the skillet.

Arms suddenly wrap around me, and I gasp. The spoon nearly falls from my hand, and a low chuckle emits from the person behind me. "Scared you?" a deep voice says. Rafe.

I sigh with relief when I hear his voice. "Don't do that," I tell him, smiling as his warmth engulfs me.

"Do what?" he says into my ear, feigning ignorance.

"Sneak up on me like that," I tell him, and he chuckles. "This is my house, you know?" he reminds me, and I roll my eyes.

I regain my grip on the wooden spoon in my hand and begin moving around the cooking vegetables as I soak up Rafe's warmth. I inhale the scent of the vegetables and smile.

"You're wearing the dress I bought you," Rafe observes, placing a small kiss on my shoulder. I smile. "Mhm. And cooking you dinner." I called Mr. C yesterday and asked if I could make Rafe dinner here, and he said that was perfectly fine. I wanted to thank Rafe for the dress he bought, which is why I'm making his favorite dish right now. Crawfish and crab bisque.

"It's a good thing I'm hungry then," he tells me.

"You'll have to wait an hour. It takes a bit to cook," I tell him, turning the fire lower.

"I know," he tells me, "but that's not what I want to eat right now."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Then what do you want to—oh." His hands grab the skirts of my sunflower dress and raise them up. Then, he gets to his knees.

"Rafe, I'm cooking," I object as he grabs the hem of my panties, dragging them down.

"And I'm eating," he says before spreading my legs and diving into my core.

I gasp when I first feel his tongue, and I immediately set the spoon down on the counter so I don't drop it. With my hands now free, I quickly grab the edge of the countertop to hold on.

"Oh God," I breathe as Rafe takes my clit into his mouth. He begins sucking on it, and I moan.

My knuckles go white as I hold onto the countertop, and my eyes flutter closed as Rafe takes what he wants from me.

I feel Rafe's fingers toy with my inner thighs, trailing higher and higher until they reach my pussy. Once they do, he easily slides in two fingers, forcing a moan out of me. He chuckles when he hears it, the vibrations hitting my clit and making me moan again.

He begins to slowly ease his fingers out of me before slowly sliding them back in. He repeats this process over and over as he sucks and licks my clit into his mouth, leaving me a frustrated mess.

"Stop teasing me, Rafe," I beg, turning my head so I can meet his gaze.

He just smirks wickedly and lifts his head so he can speak. "When you cum, it will be on my cock. And nowhere else."

I whimper, and he just chuckles before standing up and grabbing my waist, turning me around. He smashes his lips against mine and slips his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself. I moan at the taste, and Rafe smothers the sound with his mouth.

"Please fuck me," I request, and he smirks. "As you wish, pretty girl."

Upon hearing his words, I move my hands down and grab the hem of my dress. I go to raise it up, but Rafe catches my wrists in his hands. "No."

My eyebrows furrow at him not allowing me to pull up my dress, and he seems to notice because he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and says, "the dress stays on. I want to fuck my little slut in the dress I bought her."

A gasp escapes my lips at his words, and the corner of his lips curls upward.

I feel his hands grab my waist, and before I can say anything, he turns us around and pushes me on top of the kitchen island. He spreads my legs apart so that he can see my pussy and swears. "So fucking wet."

I nod, scared that if I try to say something, it won't come out.

"All for me, right?" he asks, and I nod.

His eyes narrow, and he grabs my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks with his fingers. "Words."

"All for you," I tell him, and he lets go of my face. "That's right," he says, unbuckling his belt. He frees himself from his pants and boxers before taking a step forward. He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes fixed on the movement. "My perfect slut. All mine."

"Yours," I breathe, and his eyes darken. Without giving me any chance to object, he lines up with my entrance and shoves in.

I gasp at the stretch, and he chuckles. "You can take me. I know you can," he coos into my ear, pulling out until just the tip is in me. With a dark look, he slams back in, causing a whimper to escape my lips.

"It's too big, Rafe. I can't," I whimper as I grab onto his arms to hold on. Even when he gives me a lot of preparation, the stretch is always almost too much.

"You'll take it," he says, groaning as he fucks me. "You were made for me. My perfect little whore." He grabs one of my hands and brings it down until it is between my legs. "Rub your clit." I give him a weak nod and begin rubbing tight circles into my clit, moaning as pleasure starts to coil low in my stomach.

"Oh, God," I moan as he fucks me.

I feel Rafe yank my hair, and I whimper in pain.

"God isn't fucking you," he snarls into my ear. "God isn't making you feel this way." He yanks my hair again, making my scalp burn with pain. "I am."

Rafe yanks me off of the kitchen island before turning me over. He bends me over the island and pushes into me again before I can even realize what is happening.

"Say it," he demands, his thrusts getting harder.

I whimper at the sudden harshness of his thrusts, unable to say what he wants.

I hear a snarl, and then, a harsh smack lands on my ass, and I gasp.

"I said fucking say it," he snarls, sending another smack to my ass.

"You are!" I yell before he can spank me again.

"I'm what?" he asks.

"You're fucking me, Rafe," I tell him as I feel the pleasure in my pussy getting stronger and stronger. "Only you make me feel like this."

"That's right."

Moaning, I move my hand between my legs so I can rub my clit again.

"I've been thinking lately," Rafe says as he fucks me. "Everyone knows you're mine, but there are still some people who don't seem to be able to respect when someone isn't available." He emphasizes this with a rough thrust.

"When I see the guys at the country club looking at you, I want to snap their fucking necks, but I know I can't do that," he continues, grabbing my hair. He yanks me off of the kitchen island and pulls me into his chest. My head falls onto his shoulder, and I turn my head so I can kiss him. He returns the kiss and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before biting down on it hard enough to draw blood. I moan in pain, and he smirks against my lips.

"I know how to get them to stop. I know how to make it so no one will ever touch you or look at you again," he says against my lips.

"How?" I manage to ask.

He just smirks and shoves me back over the kitchen island. "Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?"

I nod my head, unable to give him a verbal answer. I rub my clit faster and back up into Rafe's thrusts. That plus the dirty things Rafe begins to whisper into my ear are all it takes for pleasure to wrack my body.

I cum with a loud moan that Rafe doesn't even try to smother. My nails dig into the marble kitchen island, and my body shakes as pleasure soars through my veins.

When my orgasm ends, I turn my head so I can look at Rafe.

His hair is wild and sticking to his face, and he has his lip caught between his teeth as he fucks me with brutal thrusts. I watch him as he gets wrapped up in the pleasure he seeks, so much so that I don't even notice him finishing inside of me until he pulls out and gets to his knees, smirking as he looks at my pussy.

When I finally do come to my senses and realize that Rafe just finished inside of me knowing that I'm not on birth control, my eyes widen, and I gasp. "Rafe! I'm not on birth control. You know that!"

He just smirks. "If you're carrying my child, no man will ever be a threat to me."

My eyes widen even more at his words. "Rafe, I can't be pregnant right now!"

He stands up and leans over me so that his torso is pressed against my back. "You can, and you will. I'm going to ruin you for everyone else."

"Rafe—"

"Don't you want my babies?" he asks, offense slightly lacing his tone.

"Yes, but—"

He takes a step backward, grabs my arm, and gently turns me around before cupping my face in his hands. "Then, that's it. Don't worry about anything else. What matters is that you want my child."

From the look in his eyes, I can tell that he wants this, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared.

"Rafe, I'm scared." I don't know the first thing about being a mother, and he doesn't know the first thing about being a father.

"Don't be. All you have to do is trust me. Do you trust me?"

For a few moments, I am silent. I look into his eyes but say nothing as I try to figure out whether I trust him enough to have his child.

But after a few long moments, I give a small nod. "I trust you."

Taglist: @phildunphyisadilf

Hey y'all, I am so sorry I haven't posted anything. For the past week, I have been shadowbanned. I was unable to comment, unable to message people, and my posts got little to no recognition because of this shadowban, but it's under control now, so I should be fine.

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[shortpplfedup]

Rewatched the episode to organise my thoughts and I really wanted to share my understanding of the emotional journey Pat is going through this ep. I do feel, like @lurkingshan and @ginnymoonbeam in particular have been saying to me, that Pat's journey is sliiiiiiightly harder to follow, and it hinges on the conversation on two levels that he and Jeng have near the middle of the ep (which, more on that in a moment). Like always, this ep could have used a little nip/tuck, and maybe a montage to show the passage of time, but I'd like to present to you...

PAT'S EPISODE 9 EMOTIONS: A STORY

First movement: absolute cringe, totally embarrassed. He was drunk and weeping, hanging off his boss who had to answer his MOM's phone call and get him home. Said boss is also gay which...we're not processing that right now because it adds an entirely new cringe level.

Second movement: starts to think about the fact that JENG IS GAY AND ONLY JUST TOLD HIM which feels like maybe Jeng has been laughing at him a bit and messing him about. Because he thought they were bonding somewhat all this time but Jeng didn't share this when he knows Pat is also gay. Shoves the stuffie in the drawer because he feels betrayed.

Third movement: Here is where things get wibbly because time is clearly passing between the day after the bar and the day Pat's dad shows up, but we don't really understand how much. Pat is actively avoiding Jeng. Jeng is asking Chot where he is, Pat is taking (multiple?) days off...but no idea of when this falls in the timeline so hard to follow the throughline.

Fourth movement: Pat is back at work and clearly DEEP in his feelings, he has been stewing over this for who knows how long at this point (feels more weeks than days or months). Chot is noticing (and likely misunderstanding the source of the churn as a lovers' tiff rather than a not-lovers' tiff). He thought he wouldn't have to see Jeng because Chot is standing in for him at the screening but Jeng shows up and he kind of panics. So he's feeling embarrassed, a little betrayed and like Jeng has been toying with him.

Fifth movement: This is where they have the convo on two levels. I say that because Pat was clearly saying one thing while Jeng was hearing another. Pat is saying: 'stop doing these things because I can't say no when you're sweet to me.' Jeng is hearing: 'stop doing these things because I can't say no when you are my boss.' The language is deliberately vague, and the idea of two meanings could get lost, but the show makes it clear in the two follow up scenes where Jeng and Pat have separate vents about what's happening. Jeng is crying to Jaab that Pat only sees him as a coworker, while Pat is fuming to Jen that Jeng is playing with his feelings. Pat said 'I don't want to misunderstand' and Jeng said 'you're not misunderstanding' and Pat said 'no I must be misunderstanding because it don't even make sense, so leave me alone please.'

Sixth movement: Pat exposits those feelings of being toyed with to Jen, who is like 'solidarity sister, these brothers be doing that.'

Seventh movement: Chot tells Pat Jeng is quitting and that's when Pat starts to realise that maybe the man was Not Fucking Around, but the WHY ME? is strong because Pat is aware that Jeng is An Adult and he is The Hot Mess Express. Then the man plans him a damn birthday celebration but stays away like he asked.

Eighth movement: At this point, Pat is the SpongeBob crab meme. THERE IS JUST TOO MUCH HAPPENING AND HE CANNOT PROCESS IT HE HAS SOMEHOW GOTTEN LOST IN THE SAUCE. He breaks the fuck down and cries to his mommy and daddy, because it's all too much.

Ninth movement: Pat experiences the miracle of birth up close and fucking personal and like many of us cannot believe that a human can actually do that and what the fuck is he actually caught up about. His good sis MADE A PERSON IN THE STREET and then posted it on Instagram like it was light work, and he is skressed because a gay man likes him, another gay man.

Tenth movement: And then Pat gets home and said gay man has sent him a BOX of snacks just because he said he liked them once, and then sends him a text that basically says 'I LIKE YOU DUMMY, SO MUCH, BECAUSE YOU'RE YOU.'

Look, all I'm saying is my man Pat went on a journey ok?

#step by step #step by step the series

[son1c]

rouge wins the prize of "most trustworthy person sonic has met so far" by default

falling stars fic masterpost

The bat Mobian was deathly silent. The whole room, in fact, had suddenly become a void of noise. The only sounds to be heard were the soft hums of the fluorescent lights, and the bubbles lazily rising in the tank in the middle of the floor.

With an icy glare, the bat Mobian looked at Sonic. His accusation felt like a slap in the face. "What do you know? You're just another one of Eggman's toys." She adjusted the bands on her wrists protectively. Almost like she was daring Sonic to take them from her. "Shadow is gone, sweetheart. You can't steal from the dead."

Sonic shook his head. He felt dizzy from the sudden resurgence of memories--memories that his ruptured code couldn't hold back anymore. In his mind's eye, he saw Shadow, asleep in the pod in the basement. Now, it made sense why his wickedness, Doctor Eggman--blech, no. Let's try that again.

It made sense why Mr. Ivo didn't want him going down there. He would've broken free from the doctor's vice immediately if he'd seen Stripes. And Omega was down there, too. Trapped behind that locked door. Sonic felt himself growing angry just thinking about it.

The Robian said, "You're wrong. He's alive, and I can prove it!"

With her hands balled into fists, the bat spat, "This isn't a very nice trick, Blue. Even for an Eggman robot--it's low."

"I'm not a--" Sonic started to say, but stopped. He looked down at his hands. They were made of steel and screwed together with bolts. His argument held no water. Right now, he was an Eggman robot.

But it didn't matter. Robian or Mobian, Sonic wasn't gonna let this thief walk out of here with Shadow's inhibitor rings. And once he got them back, he was going to break his friend out of the basement, and then they would leave. Whatever information the doctor still had about their pasts wasn't worth being at his mercy.

However, before Sonic could charge at the bat, a badnik appeared at the base of the hole that had been smashed into the wall during their fight. It wasn't the motobug with the star on its head; it was a caterkiller that Sonic had saved from falling into the trash compactor last week. It looked worried.

Then, a buzzy bomber appeared. The same one that Sonic had caught after it flew into a live wire that caused its wings to lock up. And after that, a pair of eye stalks peeked over the ruined wall. They belonged to the crabmeat that somehow always managed to fall over and get stuck on its back. Luckily, Sonic had been there to pick it up and flip it back onto its feet every time that happened.

When Rouge saw what Sonic was looking at, she tensed. She knew this place was crawling with robots. She'd seen them when she'd snuck in. But that was why she'd been sneaky--so she didn't have to fight all of them. And now it looked like she was going to have to deal with a whole motley crew.

"Phoning in friends already?" Rouge asked the Robian. She kept her voice light and casual, despite the danger. "That's hardly fair. But you're gonna have to try a little harder than that to intimidate me!"

Sonic ignored her. He actually took his eyes off her entirely, so he could look down at the caterkiller and crabmeat that were now at his feet. The buzzy bomber joined them, although this badnik chose to perch on his head instead. It buzzed at him insistently.

"Sorry, guys, but you gotta go," Sonic said. He attempted to shoo the badniks out of the room, but they didn't budge. "I'm kinda in the middle of something right now, and it's not safe for--"

While Sonic was distracted, Rouge attempted to stomp on the crab robot. Take out the easy ones first, then worry about the big guy, she figured. But she was unsuccessful. Sonic caught her boot with one hand, and shot her a red hot glare.

"Leave them out of it," he said, his robotic voice crackling. "You want to fight? Fine. Waste your time. Just don't forget who you're up against!"

Sonic's grip on Rouge's boot tightened. Then, he grabbed her leg with his other hand, and spun her around, before letting go. She sailed through the air and crashed into one of the computers lined up against the wall. When she tried to push herself back up, her hand caught on a switch, and flipped it down.

The tank in the middle of the room started boiling like the water inside was being heated by lava. But Rouge ignored it, her eyes focused on the strange blue robot that was still glaring at her from across the room. She'd never seen anything like him before. It was already a rarity for Eggman robots to be able to talk, but to be protective over other bots? That was unheard of.

And he'd mentioned Shadow. But there was no way he was serious. She'd seen it herself, through the windows of the Ark--Shadow had fallen to earth, along with the blue hero. They were both dead.

Right?

"Let's get back on topic, hmm?" the bat said, a little tightly. She didn't want to think about that bad memory anymore. "I'm here for Eggman's secret treasure. Should be behind a big locked door. Ring a bell?"

Sonic frowned. The only locked door he knew about had Shadow behind it.

Rouge saw his expression change and smiled. It wasn't a nice smile, though. It was greedy. "Perfect!" she said. Her wings stretched out behind her. "Thanks for the confirmation. Now, are you going to tell me where it is? Or should I get my hacking gear ready for after our little dance? I'll get that information out of you one way or another!"

The crabmeat snapped its claws in Rouge's direction, and the caterkiller hissed at her. The buzzy bomber trilled threateningly.

Sonic stepped in front of the badniks, so that he was between them and the bat. He glowered at her. "You want what's in that room?" he asked. He might've been willing to take her there before, but not anymore. Not now that she'd threatened the badniks. "You better get used to wanting. Cuz you're outta luck! Those inhibitor rings are the only things that'll be changing hands!"

Rouge's smile faltered. The rings again, huh?

Sonic rocketed forward. He attempted to grab the bat's shoulders, but she was expecting it this time, and caught him by the wrists. Using his own momentum against him, she hurled him into the frothing tank in the middle of the room. He hit the water and sank to the bottom of the tank like a stone, momentarily disoriented.

The three badniks screeched. They charged at Rouge, their various blades and pincers ready to run her through like a shish kebab. Rouge turned to face them, prepared to defend herself.

But they never collided. The Roboticizer, with someone now inside of it, activated. A bright white light filled the room, and Rouge had to cover her eyes with her arm to keep from being blinded. She and the badniks flinched at the horrible noise emanating from the machine, a noise that sounded like rusted brakes, metal on metal.

And then, as quickly as it began, it was over. The water drained from the tank, and Sonic, no longer a Robian, was laying flat on the floor of the machine, shivering.

It was cold. So cold.

Rouge covered her mouth with her hand. She was shocked. No one could've survived falling from space. Not even Sonic the Hedgehog. That was what she'd thought, anyway. Even when Sonic's little fox friend insisted upon the contrary; she stayed realistic. And so the possibility that, this whole time, Sonic was alive and had been captured by Doctor Eggman had never even crossed her mind.

But if he was here, then that could mean Shadow was, too.

Rouge set her jaw. She ignored the black smoke pouring out of the cables hanging from the ceiling and flew into the tank. "Hey there, Big Blue," she said, offering her hand to him. "Long time no see. No hard feelings about our little spat, right?"

Sonic forced himself up onto his elbows. It felt like the world was spinning, but he was tough. Tougher than post de-Roboticization sensory overload. He pried his eyes open. Looked at Rouge. She looked back at him, her own eyes widening a bit.

"You're no good at first impressions, lady," Sonic said, his voice hoarse. Still, he grabbed her hand and pulled himself up onto his feet, using the wall of the tank to keep himself steady. "But if you're done trying to dismantle me, I won't complain."

Curiously, Rouge looked Sonic over. "I think I get it," she said after a second. "You don't remember anything, huh?"

"I remember plenty," Sonic said, a little annoyed. He hoped this exchange wouldn't happen every time he met someone from his past. "Like those rings. You gotta hand 'em over. Stripes needs 'em back, pronto!"

Rouge raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "Stripes?" she repeated.

"Yeah, you know, black hedgehog. Red stripes. The name's pretty on-the-nose, if you ask me." Sonic remembered what Eggman had told him before, that Rouge couldn't be reasoned with. But the doctor had turned out to be a scoundrel, so maybe he was lying about her. "He's in trouble. Without those rings, he'll be in deep water. You gotta give them back!"

Rouge glanced at the badniks on the other side of the glass. They looked like they wanted to kill her.

But only her.

She turned her attention back toward Sonic. "Usually I'd ask a pretty hefty price for something like this," she said with a dramatic sigh, "but since you saved the world and all, I'll cut you a deal. Consider it a 'thank you,' from me to you." With one twist of her wrists, she removed the inhibitor rings. But she didn't hand them over to Sonic just yet. "You can have these, on one condition."

Sonic looked from Rouge's face, to the rings, and then back to Rouge. "Better make it count," he said.

Rouge gestured to the badniks with one of her wings. "You keep those bots off my back. All of them. The only thing I want to worry about while I'm here is how much loot I'll walk away with! Not how many nails I'll break fending off Eggman's guard dogs."

"Deal," Sonic said. His opinion on Rouge was still pretty low, but if she was willing to give up Shadow's inhibitor rings without a fight, then maybe she wasn't the absolute worst.

Rouge smirked. "Glad we could work something out!"

The bat handed Sonic the inhibitor rings, and he wasted no time pulling them onto his own wrists. Then, Rouge watched as he jumped out of the tank, and knelt in front of the badniks on the other side of the glass. He said something to them. Flashed them a thumbs up. They all looked at Rouge, still angry, but not outright murderous anymore.

The bat was a little surprised. She’d thought that, now that Sonic wasn’t a Robian anymore, he would go right back to destroying Eggman robots like he used to. That was what she’d meant when she told him to keep them off her back, anyway. But maybe his fall had changed him more than she’d realized. Not that it mattered to her—so long as the badniks left her alone, he was staying true to his end of the bargain.

Sonic motioned for her to come out of the tank. Rouge did so, a little warily. But the badniks stayed where they were, at Sonic’s side. The buzzy bomber was on his head again. It glared at the bat, but all of the anger left its expression when Sonic stood up, and the robot looked down at him, its electronic eyes now big and wide. Like she wasn’t even there.

"We're gonna need to go all the way down to the bottom of this place to get to that door," Sonic told Rouge. "It'll be faster if we skip the lift, but it's a long drop to the basement. Think you can handle it?"

With a hand on her hip, Rouge easily replied, "If the only thing standing in between me and Eggman's treasure is an elevator shaft, he can kiss his riches goodbye!"

It took some convincing, but Sonic was able to get the caterkiller and crabmeat to wait for them at the top of the lift. Originally, he was going to tell the buzzy bomber to wait there too, but then he realized he didn't have rockets inside of his shoes anymore. So, when he and Rouge jumped down into the dark elevator shaft, he did so while holding onto the wasp robot's abdomen.

Once they reached the deepest part of the Brain Bowl, they stepped out of the elevator shaft and onto the basement landing. Sonic let go of the buzzy bomber and looked around. There were three branching hallways to choose from, but luckily, Sonic remembered which one led to the room that was locked behind the blast door. He started toward it immediately, with Rouge trailing not far behind.

When they got there, they were faced with their next problem: the door. The only way to unlock it was with Eggman's handprint. But maybe if he had a running start, he could--

"Hey, kid," Rouge said, derailing Sonic's train of thought. "You still with me? The lock's almost cracked. Make sure you're ready for whatever's inside."

Sonic blinked. He looked over at the keypad, and saw Rouge standing in front of it with a small black device in her hand that she had plugged into the wall. So, her comment about hacking into his systems earlier wasn't a joke, huh? Sonic suppressed a shudder.

Then, the keypad changed from red to green, and the blast door slowly started rising. Sonic turned toward the buzzy bomber floating by his shoulder, and said, "Be right back."

The wasp robot circled his head, buzzing indignantly.

Sonic gave it a lopsided grin. "Hey, that's not true! Who else is gonna watch the door, huh?"

Rouge pocketed her hacking gear and glanced over at Sonic and the buzzy bomber. She frowned, but didn't say anything.

By the time the door had lifted three feet off the ground, Sonic had joined Rouge in front of it. She nodded at him, and they both ducked inside the room. It looked exactly how Sonic remembered it. Same gray interior, same blinking machinery stacked around, some of it tall enough to touch the ceiling. And the green pod, glowing faintly, still holding Shadow inside.

However, before he or Rouge could make any moves toward it, Omega jolted to life. His rage from being locked down here for so long was palpable, practically microwaving the air around him. And when he saw Sonic, the settings were cranked up from defrost to high wattage in a nanosecond. He pointed his blasters at the blue hedgehog and opened fire.

"ELIMINATE ALL EGGMAN ROBOTS."

#falling stars au #something's a bit off eh!

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Can you do Bachelors reacting to using the Farmer’s Return Scepter/any of their Warp Obelisks on the farm for the first time? I wanna know which ones would love it and which ones would get motion sickness up the wazoo lmao.

Get ready, anon. The post turned out to be a little larger than I expected 😅

Thank you for your ask) Enjoy!

Bachelors react to Farmer using Return scepter/warp obelisks for the first time:

Elliott:

Oh, what a wonderful morning for Elliott! Beautiful sunrise, pleasant sea breeze, magnificent! Elliott is also happy because yesterday he finally finished the last chapter of his new novel. He went out to the sandy shore to get some fresh air, and noticed the Farmer on the shore. Perfect, they were the ones he wanted to talk to about his book.

"Farmer, my dear friend, good morning! I would like to invite you to a screening of my new novel, which will be in..."

Before Elliott could finish speaking, Farmer's figure vanished from his field of vision in the blink of an eye.

...

Excuse me, what?

Then the Farmer appeared as quickly as they disappeared. They set crab traps on the seashore and disappeared again. And they appeared again, and disappeared again, and again...

Poor Elliott was already beginning to get motion sick at the sight of this picture, so he quickly ran up to the Farmer as they teleported back to the shore and asked him to stop for a moment.

"My friend, please dispel my doubts and tell me that you really just disappeared several times, otherwise I will think that I have lost my mind."

The Farmer reassured Elliott and pointed to their magical scepter, also mentioned for the obelisks, one of which transports the Farmer straight to the shore.

Elliott overcame his strong desire to try the magic scepter for new sensations. Maybe next time, because he recently had breakfast, and would not want his vestibular apparatus to withstand such attractions due to chaotic teleportation.

Shane:

...

What the fuck just happened?

......

Looks like he shouldn't have drunk that expired beer from JojaMart. Not only did he recently have indigestion, but he also began to hallucinate. Teleporting people, bluh...

Unfortunately to him, the incident with the Farmer's teleport right in front of his face happened again, but this time - Shane is sober.

...............

Is he out of his mind?

The next day, he quickly catches up with the Farmer and asks them to step aside so they can talk in private. Asking about those cases with teleportation, Shane expected a mockery from the young Farmer and advice to stop drinking so much alcohol.

Except the Farmer does not taunt him, but nods their head, showing Shane the golden scepter and thus confirming their words.

Shane has... mixed emotions about this.

Because he was convinced that there was nothing in the world that science could not prove.

And now, here we fucking go - magic and crap, for fuck's sakes.

Give him goddamn break.

Sam:

Wow! Amazing!

Sam wanted to invite them to hang out together on the beach, but before he could even say a word, the Farmer raised the golden scepter into the air and disappeared somewhere.

The next day, he immediately finds them and asks what was that.

Return scepter? Can he try it too?

The Farmer gave him the scepter to use once, and Sam was completely shocked by what was happening. They were near his house, and now they are on the porch of the farm. That is so cool!

Now Sam doesn't stop talking about the magic scepter.

How does it work? Were they drifted from the dimensional holes, or did they get stuck in the wall? Does the scepter only transfer to the farm? Can he teleport to Zuzu City? There's a great eatery that serves the best pizza in the world and..

Oh Yoba, Sam, please...

He begs them to let him use this magic item to prank Lewis.

If the Farmer refuses, explaining that this is not a toy, then Sam will be cool with that, although he will still grumble a little about such a lost opportunity to poke the mayor.

But If the Farmer agrees... Oh ho ho, Lewis will only dream of peace now...

Harvey:

Unfortunately, there was so much work accumulated over the past week that Harvey had to sit with documents until late in the night. The Farmer, seeing how tired the doctor is even on weekends, offer him some help, to which he politely refuses, not wanting to pile work on an already very busy friend.

And yet, when Harvey almost fell asleep right on his desk on another weekday, the Farmer entered the clinic door, with a homemade pickles and a cup of hot coffee as a gift for a workaholic.

Harvey said they shouldn't have done it, but the Farmer insisted that at least a strong coffee would keep him on his toes.

"Oh, I forgot the truffle oil at home! I'll be back in one moment."

"Really, Farmer, you shouldn't..."

The Farmer lifted up the strange staff and vanished out of the blue.

....

That's it, congratulations Harv. He's finally went cuckoo, they told him many times not to overwork, but who did he listen to, what kind of doctor is he after that.

The Farmer appeared before Harvey's gaze with a bottle of the promised truffle oil.

And at that moment, Harvey chuckled softly... and fainted.

The Farmer has a very long time to bring the feeling of Harvey, to apologize to the doctor for such a sudden disappearance, to scold him for bringing himself to such a state, and to explain how the obelisks and the return scepter work.

Yeah, Harvey will have to drink something stronger than coffee after this...

Alex:

Alex noticed the Farmer near the strange cylindrical buildings on the farm, and before he could call out to them, he saw how they touched one of the pillars and... disappeared!?

What????

Surprised Pikachu face :O

Alex, forgetting everything in the world, immediately ran towards the obelisks, looking at each of them for a minute.

He decided to touch the very obelisk that they touched and... Wow! Where is he? Oh, it's Ginger Island! And the Farmer is here too.

Alex at first, excitedly, asks them what the buildings are that brought them both to the island. Not understanding Farmer's explanation, he heard one word explaining it all: magic.

Ah, ok

...

So, the Farmer has the ability to arrive at Ginger Island even if Willy can't bring them by boat for some reason, right? 😏

Hey, don't look at him like that, it's a boring winter in the valley and he'd love to hang out on a tropical beach.

Okay, Farmer gave him permission to use this obelisk.

"Cool, thanks! By the way, how are we going to get back to the Valley without Willy's boat?"

"Oh, I'm just using my return scepter and..."

The Farmer left the scepter at home on the farm. Oops...

Sebastian:

Sebby went out for a smoke near a mountain lake until he heard the Farmer running straight to the door of his house. Huh, they must have gone to his mom's to buy furniture or order new farm building. Five minutes later they went outside again.

"I understand Robin, give me a minute I will come and bring the wood you needed!"

So they decide to build something, a shed or another coop? Still, Sebastian is not sure that they will have time to bring so much wood in just a one minute, before the shop is closed. Although the farm is nearby, it's not close to walk to it, and...

The Farmer has disappeared with a magical pop. Out of the blue. Like poof - and gone. Then returned a minute later, as promised, with wood for the order, and went inside the house to give Robin the necessary resources.

Sebastian was so shocked by what had happened that he dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

They went outside again and were about to raise the Return scepter into the air when Sebastian called out to them in a low voice.

"Return scepter? Cool. Can I look at it? If you don't mind, of course."

The Farmer suggested that Sebastian try using the artifact. The sensations were indescribable. The Farmer and Sebastian were enveloped in a light magical haze, he felt a pleasant tingling, and in a moment they were both at the farm.

They invited Sebastian home to talk about this artifact that interested him and drink a cup of coffee. Sebby accepted the invitation, there's nothing to do in the evening anyway.

#thanks for the ask! #stardew valley #sdv #sdv shane #sdv elliott #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv alex #sdv headcanons

[finniestoncrane]

uhh the riddlers reactions/opinion on their s/o having a pet rat? Or just an uncommon pet

Uncommon Pet

Riddler Headcanons ok anon i think overall the riddlers would LOVE an uncommon pet that they can spill facts about, so when i was writing this... they all kinda felt the same way! and i didn't want to write nothing, so i thought ok which weird pet would they each prefer? and so i gave all the riddlers uncommon pets instead i hope that's ok! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, snakes, spiders, birds, rodents, uh fish?

zero year

he needed a pet that made potential partners go "ooooh" or "eeeeh" or "aaaaaaah"

just something that made them think he was different

dangerous and cool maybe?

and also represented his obsession with phallic symbols

so he is 100% a snake boy

and he will ask if you want to see or stroke his snake and then make horrible suggestive puns afterwards

but he's actually a complete sweetie with his little serpent baby(s)

calls himself their daddy, makes weird comments about how they're just like him when he feeds them mice (like it's obvious he's making some comment about predator and prey but it's weird)

he's not a fan of using them as a prop, so he won't be seen out with them around his neck and using them as a symbol of fear

just in case they get hurt or stressed

gotham

oh ok he is absolutely a bug boy for sure

insects have always been his jam, they are his childhood hyperfixation

man was in love (me too ed) with grissom from csi and wanted to be an entemologist at one point

he got bullied a lot for his love of insects at school, but he found comfort in them

the lesser creatures that were killed without thought

he's owned a variety of different bugs over the years

never any arachnids (too scary)

his favourites were his orchid mantis, his hermit crab, and the butterflies he helped to coccoon one year

right now he's super into snails

he has two giant african snails that he loves with all of his little soul called dill and pickle because of their slight and unusual greenish hue, which is why he chose them duh

arkham

i think i got this exactly right, because he could have had rats, he could have any number of the night time trash animals actually

but he wouldn't have a pet intentionally

it would have to be something that kind of existed in the same space as him, that he vaguely related to

that he caught doing it's thing one night and it just resonated him as their little eyes caught one another and they slowly went back to their own sneaky business

and that's how he ended up becoming the reluctant but semi-caring not-really-an-owner of imp, the possum

he doesn't live indoors with eddie, and he comes and goes as he pleases

but he frequents the dumpster right outside the entrance to the water company

and eddie feeds him leftover scraps and sometimes buys him enrichment toys from pet shops if he's feeling particularly soft

imp probably has some kind of disease, so eddie has never petted him, but he secretly wants to (he could keep his gloves on!)

but it's fine, he sees him more of a colleague anyway, one that is comparatively intellectually equal given how many times he broke into the dumpster

telltale

you know what, i didn't think he would be into pets

and then i looked into his eyes and though

spider boy

something creepy, that is misunderstood but so valuable to society, there's a lesson in there for people to learn about him

slender, poised, quick and strong but nimble

he has a definite preference for the more dangerous species

anything poisonous or completely deadly is something he would be keen to add to his 'collection' at some point

he's spent a lot of time learning how to handle them carefully and respectfully and sees them as little works of art more than pets

and he won't let anyone else touch them or handle them, because no one can be trusted with them

so there's an element of feeling towards them there, definite admiration of his little beasties

unburied

he went into a pet shop and said "what's the spiciest, littlest thing i can get that is also cute"

and he walked out with four terrapins and everything he'd need to give them the best little domestic life possible

they're weird but cute, and so small, but they bite

and he looks at them all the time with adoring eyes like

"they're just like me u-u"

plus he likes how many facts come with terrapins, and that cute thing they do when they stack themselves on top of each other

plus they are absolute catnip for partners

those terrapins have got his dick sucked more than he imagines a puppy would have

hot people like cute sea creatures, who would have thunk it?

but aside from them being a magnet for potential partners, they are also his pride and joy

twojar

ok so he wwanted a tiger, he thought that would be cool as fuck

strong red head just like him? perfect!

but the idea of catwoman on his ass about it put him off

plus having to tame a wild beast? he'd hate for someone to do that to him *wink wink omg shut up eddie*

then he wanted a komodo dragon, cos dragon >:)

but he settled on a monitor lizard, one that had been rescued from some terrible place that had no idea how to care for them properly

and now it lives like a spoiled poodle

it has it's own bed and free range rule of his office

and he swears that it responds to it's name and kisses him on command, which is debatable but god help you if you say anything

he also denies letting it sleep in his bed with him but... yeah

dano

duh, rats, but i think we all knew that

i think it fits him well though

they're misunderstood, they have blame placed on them for things they didn't do (looking at you black plague)

they're the villains of every city, more so than the other pests

but they're geniuses, so clever, capable of intense emotions and acute reasoning

but to look at them, people are either scared or don't think twice

and that's how eddie has lived his life

so taking comfort in knowing that he's there with them, the other outcasts

two lonely creatures sharing in each others space, and their intelligence, and their sadness, and their inevitable entrapment

it's very on-brand for him

btaa

no campy little crime artist would be a true villain if not for his stereotypical dangerous pet

and he really did his research, trying to think about what would be the coolest to have

and which ones weren't already in use by other villains

because god forbid he look like some copycat hack

which is how he ended up with his dramatic fish tank filled with his precious pirahnas

they're an exccellent threat, they're a wonderful water feature

and he genuinely has a lot of feelings towards them

plus the looming threat of having to clean their tank out keeps miss tuesday in line... kind of

also, he's found that people really like the way he rolls his "r" on pirrrrhana

plus he likes how his desk looks in front of it, the lighting really brings out his skin tone and how bright his eyes are

young justice

his desire for companionship and someone to chit chat with

something to stave off the loneliness, to satisfy the need for friendship

and more importantly, that won't leave him or abandon him any time soon

so, while it's not super unique, it is kind of uncommon

that he has a precious little african gray parrot waiting for him at home when he's been beaten up by children

or hogtied by children

or imprisoned by children

or mocked by children

there's someone waiting for him who depends on him

and he doesn't love anything more than his little bird friend

#finnie writes #riddler x reader #riddler x you #riddler headcanon #ridler scenario #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #riddler #the riddler #btaa riddler

[hootbon]

I really love how zoobles claw resembles more of a crab claw now it's very pretty if that makes sense?

Are there any facts about the designs that you would like to share or ramble about? I would love to hear them

Yeah!!! It was based off of how male crabs are, they usually have larger left claws (at least the males do)

Gangle was mainly based off of a bacteriophage, (I know I said this but facts are facts)

Ragatha was like the second one we designed and we still struggled for what were we’re going to do for kinger.. we were actually just going to make her Caine’s assistant but we decided against it. She was also going to talk at first but that wasn’t very fun..

I don’t think anyone got this one but, concept wise Jax and Kaufmo were based off of the huline brothers (other inspirations would of course be fizz and blitzo, my friend loves them)

A lot of them we kinda just got right first try, like zooble and gangle

Though fun fact about zooble, a lot of people think the frill on her right shoulder is Kaufmo, it’s not. It’s the yellow clown creature.. I don’t know its name but the really sad looking one.. and the lower torso has a spring connected to the upper torso. (Mostly because I hc the dog is a slinky toy)

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #freakshow au #tadc freakshow

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hiii, can u make a one shot of having a beach day with powder 🐢?

(Yo! Sorry this took so long but I also was lazy and didn't write a oneshot, just headcannons. This may get a oneshot in the future tho. I also a sorta modern au? Anyways, enjoy!)

Let me get this clear, it's the most fun, chaotic and blood pressure spiking day anyone in this family has ever endured

Vander packed food, Benzo packed essentials, and Silco watched them pack while buying shit for his favorite niece Powder

But Silco forces everyone to wear sunscreen

Powder liked collecting the seashells around

She had like this toy sifter and would go around and sift out the sand to find those little sand bugs and seashells

Vi goes out and collects sea shells for her sister out farther from shore

Powder 10/10 loves the wildlife around there

She finds a crab and throws it at you.

Names it Jeremiah, gives him a mission, and throws him at you

There is no mercy.

She and you dig a hole, a giant one at that

She saw a video online where you cover it with a towel and wait

Your victims were Vi and Ekko

They both just walked over and BOOM

Both their asses down in the ground

Vi was yelling at you guys as she had to lit Ekko out to go get Vander

And you guys dug a MASSIVE hole

A deep one too so much so that Vander laughed so hard when he saw Vi down there

Had to pull her up with Benzos help

Ekko found it funny while Vi did not

Vi chased you both around for the longest time before you both hid from her with Silco

Man's was determined to hide you both, you guys are his favorite

He doesn't hide it either

Powder love, love LOVES making elaborate sand castles

It's a full on job

She forces everyone to participate

It's like a construction site

Forces everyone to have a job

And if anyone breaks a part or messed up, Powder is scary man

Takes her sand castles very seriously

Powder also burries you in the sand

Promises to get you out but doesn't hold up her promise

She finds Jeremiah and leaves him there with you as your stuck in the ground

Vi also picks up Powder and body slams her sister into the big ass waves crashing into them

Powder nearly drowns and has to be saved because she inhaled salt water

A better part of the day is going under water for a minute with goggles on and laying on the sand while looking up through the waves

It's so pretty and she loves it while she can before you both have to go up for air

Powder is that child to be playing mermaids with

She gives the game lore and everything

She finds seaweed and stares at Mylo for a hot minute before she chases after him with it

Mylo hates seaweed with a burnjng passion, the feeling of it is just his major ick

Powder is also one to play chicken fight with you

She's on Vi's shoulders while you are on Claggor's

She loses

And Powder is PETTY asf

She almost drowns you guys with water guns while she forces Vander to be on her side

Vander is just happy to torture his kids

In a fun way tho it's okay sweetie

Also, right when everyone starts to pack up for the day and head home

Vander does a head count and misses three people

You, Powder and Ekko were all missing

Most definitely had an "Oh, shit." Moment

Silco is yelling, Vi is panicking, Benzo is looking for his kid, Claggors is having a panic attack, and Mylo couldn't give two shits

Less kids to annoy him

But he is the one to first point it out

"Found them."

"Where?!" 

Everyone just watched as he points out to sea and looked in horror to see you, Powder and Ekko drifting away on a watermelon floatie

Ekko is waving happily and Powders playing ship captain and you're paddling away with your feet

Que everyone having to run out and swim to go get your asses

Once you gets almost drowned, get scolded, Silco breaks it up

"How dare you yell at them!"

That's him all the time

Is the meme of the dad holding his kid in towels as everyone is just annoyed

But out of everything, it was an amazing day with the people you love most

Vander just needs to now take blood pressure medication

Vi won't let Powder go

Ekkos grounded, but happily

Mylo still couldn't give two shits

Silcos proud

Benzo found it funny

And Claggor is in therapy

You? 

Powder brought Jeremiah back

…run.

#arcane x reader #arcane #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #arcane ekko #arcane violet #ekko arcane #vi arcane #jinx x reader #arcane reader #arcane reader insert #reader insert #arcane silco #silco arcane #vander arcane #arcane vander #arcane vi #mylo arcane #claggor arcane #arcane claggor #arcane mylo #powder arcane #arcane powder #powder x reader #jinx x reader platonic #arcane headcanon #arcane benzo #benzo arcane #arcane ekko x reader #ekko x reader

[weirdmarioenemies]

This post made me start thinking about Pokemon shape icons again. They’re funny! I like to think about them! And you know what? We’ve never done a Pokemon post before. So here we go! It’s time to cover every Pokemon that exists, all in one post, by exclusively talking about vague approximations of their shape! I will also be pointing out which I think is most significant of the group, whether funniest, weirdest, or whatever! This will be a very long post.

First we have Just A Head. Just A Head is as simple as it gets, but it proves that sometimes, Just A Head is all you need! Maybe it could bounce about, maybe it could roll, maybe it could even float. It doesn’t even need to be round, necessarily. Lots of possibilities, for Just A Head!

MOST NOTABLE: Polteageist is in here. What are you doing here? You have an entire body! You have limbs!

Head With Legs is much more straightforward. You know what this one is all about, and that is walking, waddling, wandering. It may sometimes have some little arms, but we’re not talking about those. It also doesn’t need to be just a head! Sometimes there is a body, even a neck, but as long as there are not potent enough arms, it is Head With Legs.

MOST NOTABLE: Dracovish being here is very funny to me, because it so WOULD have been in Bipedal Tailed, but then its tail had to go and be its body! So it’s not technically Tailless, either!

There is something fishy about With Fins! It looks like absolute fish, but there are some sea mammals and reptiles included, too! Be careful if you ever wear flippers while swimming, because if this is to be trusted, you will be very easy to confuse for a Cartoon Fish.

MOST NOTABLE: Does Luvdisc REALLY have fins? I guess this is confirmation that it technically does, they are just not really visible with the stylization. Lore!

Next is Insectoid Body! Hooray! This one is very much like the Cootie toy, and interesting for representing insects that specifically do NOT have wings, while most insects Do. However, to make up for this, any arthropod is welcome to Insectoid Body, including spiders, crabs and anomalocarids! Also Shuckle, because they keep trying to insist it’s a bug! But do you know the truth?

MOST NOTABLE: Shuckle is surprisingly NOT the most notable, because CORSOLA is here! The CORAL! And even weirder is... it makes sense, kind of! It has nubs and horns that make it vaguely this shape! Wow!

Quadruped Body is a Dog, and it is a nice little dog. I would pet this dog! Of course, there are a LOT of different kinds of dogs, like horses and turtles and mudskippers, so Quadruped Body is a very crowded category. More dogs than insectoid bodies! That’s not right.

MOST NOTABLE: There is not much weird here, really. I’m going to go with Shelgon, though, because a vertebrate quadruped pupa is always very very funny.

Thank goodness, though, there is room for more bugs! Two Or More Pairs Of Wings is not EXCLUSIVE to flying insects, but there are only two non-insects in here, so it might as well be. I think it is funny that the icon doesn’t seem intended to be an insect, with its four legs and snout, but is vague enough.

MOST NOTABLE: Masquerain is always much weirder than I give it credit for. I keep forgetting its “legs” became wings!

And now let’s get a Hell Yeah for Multiple Bodies! The wackiest shape of all! If more than one part of it has a face, then here it will be! It can be multiple separate things acting as one, one thing with multiple faces, or anything in between! I also really love that it looks so celestial! It could be a solar system, or a planet with a bunch of moons! All of whom are little guys! Or incredibly massive guys, if they are celestial bodies!

MOST NOTABLE: I will use two here, because I just love Vanilluxe and Klinklang both being in this category. They are friends, always have been, always will be!

The hits keep coming with Tentacled Body! This includes anyone with not only tentacles, but also multiple pairs of legs, or even roots (or roots that act as legs)! Cnidarians, cephalopods, plant creatures, rock monsters, and more can be united, a seemingly ragtag bunch of misfits that have more in common than they may think!

MOST NOTABLE: Ferrothorn is the only one here whose tendrils are upside down! So it wins.

There is a LOT going on in A Head And Base! Honestly, kind of TOO much. There are a lot that I think fit better in other shape categories, but I’m not complaining, because I like to think that all of these can be friends!

MOST NOTABLE: Would you expect this to be the section that literally every seahorse Pokemon is in? Because it is. Seahorses are weird, but are they really so weird that it overwrites them being With Fins?

We now settle down with the weirdness a bit with Bipedal Tailed. This category is MASSIVE! And very self-explanatory, you can easily imagine what would be here. Not much Funny to say about it.

MOST NOTABLE: Snover! Both because I love Snover dearly, and because I love that a tree is in this VERY animal-dominated category!

Bipedal Tailless! The most scrimblo of categories! The very icon could be its own scrimblo! There IS a whole lot of diversity here, and a whole lot of spherical bodies with limbs, which is fun!

MOST NOTABLE: Musharna is here, while Munna is quadrupedal! What’s the deal with that! I don’t want Musharna to Stand.

Single Pair Of Wings is funny. That icon is clearly some kind of dragon, but this is far and away a Bird category, so why not make the icon a bird? I don’t know! There are actually far fewer dragons here than I would expect, too, so there is really no excuse. A pair of wings and a pair of feet would also represent bats!

MOST NOTABLE: Mantine and Mantyke are here! Those flappers are more wing than fin! It makes sense with their typing, but it is nice whenever it gets emphasized.

Serpentine Body is here to wiggle! Obviously there are snakes in here, but there are some very interesting choices, too! Like pupae and a sea cucumber! And one shrimp, but only one of the shrimp.

MOST NOTABLE: There are two different ones this time. First, Sandygast??? Huh??? I don’t know! Also Mimikyu is here! Does this imply things about its True Form?

Last but certainly not least, Head And Arms! Another with a lot of diversity, since it doesn’t much matter what the body is shaped like, as long as there are arms and not quite legs. It is kind of interesting to see what they consider to not truly be legs, here!

MOST NOTABLE: Magnemite and Magnezone are here, but poor Magneton is separated, far off in Multiple Bodies! Maybe it’s not so bad. Maybe it’s Magnezone’s older child, Magenemite’s older sibling, grown up and living on its own.

So that is every Pokemon that exists, and ever will exists! Unless they make new shape categories, which I would not complain about. Which is YOUR favorite category? Mine is Multiple Bodies!

#pokemon #pokemon shapes #pokemon shape categories #not mario #funky friday #long post #mod chikako

[hypnotisedfireflies]

omg could we get some more of joel and sarah? i loved the little prompt story😭

Thank you, anon! Here's another one I hope you enjoy, based off another of @poetic-justicesong 's prompt ideas:

1991

With a grunt, Joel laid the last bundle of slats on the bedroom floor. He surveyed all the pieces and nodded to himself, feeling pretty good. This made sense to him. This piece would fit with that, and those bolts would screw in with not a lick of trouble. It was a good feeling to have something go easy for a change.

“Well, let's get it done,” Joel said aloud. 

“Get it done,” Sarah repeated.

His three year old daughter stood by his side. She crouched down and laid her hands on the bed frame, shaking it back and forth.

Joel got down beside his little helper and opened his toolbox. Sarah pursed her lips and leaned over to look.

“Well, go on,” Joel nodded to her own.

Luis had given Sarah the plastic toolbox a few months ago. It was stocked full of plastic toys just the right size for her little hands. There was a hammer, a wrench, a ruler, a screwdriver and a drill. There'd also been some pliers, but they were lost somewhere in the backyard.

“You know what? I am so glad you're here, baby girl. You really know what you're doin’, huh?”

Sarah chewed on the end of the ruler.

“Okay, okay. I need you to drill this one in for me.  Sarah.” He patted her knee. “Baby.”

Sarah held up her drill. “Make the noise!”

“Put it in the spot!”

She positioned the drill and Joel began a high pitched drone, imitating the whirl of a drill. Sarah giggled uncontrollably and copied the sound.

“And that's good! Great job!”

“Good job, Daddy!”

“Yeah, team! Give me five!”

Sarah lost interest soon after that. His helper bounced on her new mattress for awhile and then made up a new game with the plastic wrench and hammer. 

xxxx

Joel had had the talk with Sarah, gradually preparing her for the new bed and the exciting adventure of sleeping alone. Sarah was kind of ambivalent about it, which led Joel to think that she didn't really understand what was coming at all.

So they had spaghetti and a bath. Uncle Tommy called - that was rare enough to be exciting for them both. Joel wasn't sure where Tommy even was and his brother couldn't say, but he thought maybe Kuwait given what few clues he could piece together. Sarah was getting better at talking on the phone.

“She even know it's me?” Tommy asked.

“Of course she does,” Joel replied, picking up his beer and putting it down again when he realised how warm it had gotten. “Her face all lights up.”

“I wish I could see it.”

“We're tryin’ out her new bed tonight. We put it together this afternoon.”

“Oh, great,” Tommy's grin echoed down the line. “Finally get a girl your own damn age back in your - oh, shoot. Look, I gotta go.”

“Tommy.”

“Yeah? You'd better be fast.”

“Be careful.”

Joel made up Sarah's bed with the new quilt cover set he'd gotten at 30 percent off. It was the ocean at one end and the beach at the other, decorated with fish and crabs and dolphins and gulls. He picked Sarah up and put her in the bed. He thought it was such a little thing but it seemed enormous with her inside, sitting up with those sleepy eyes and her arms around Hoppy, her plush wallaby.

They chose a story - the same one they'd read every night this week, she didn't want anything else - and Joel opened up to the first page.

“Now, don't forget, this is your bed, now. When we finish the book, I'm gonna go to my bed, and you'll sleep the night away in yours. You're gonna stay here with Hoppy. Okay?”

“Kay.” She reached for the book, bending the pages as she tried to start the story.

“You are not followin’,” he muttered ruefully. He cleared his throat and got started.

Sarah fell asleep somewhere in the middle, like she always did. Joel paid a lot more attention to silencing his movements as he closed the book and stood, smoothing the covers down. He kissed her forehead, and then Hoppy’s, because she always insisted he not be left out.

He checked the safety gate at the top of the stairs and brushed his teeth. He thought about Tommy, who was maybe in Kuwait, and when he might be home again. It was impressive how much Joel knew about the war when he was so good at dodging the news. He didn't want to see those places, didn't want to catch sight of American troops in their tactical gear and goggles, wondering if Tommy was one of them.

Joel felt like he'd only just dropped off to sleep when he heard Sarah call out from the other room. He cranked his eyes open, paused. Listened. The plainative little cry came again, and then confused tears.

He pulled himself up with a grunt. “Yeah! On my way! I'm on my way…”

He trudged into Sarah's new room.  She was half crouched on bed like she was scared to get down on the floor, and her hand was clutching the rail. Her face was soggy with tears - he'd slept through the start, he realised. His stomach swooped. How long had she been crying?

“Oh come on, come here,” he mumbled, gathering her up and carrying her back to his room.  She sniffled into his neck.  “That's enough for one night, huh? Try again tomorrow?”

“No!”

“We'll talk about it tomorrow,” he sighed, depositing her into the warm spot in his own bed. Sarah started off the night tucked up under his arm, but was spread out like a little starfish in no time, sound asleep.

#driftersverse #tlou #the last of us #joel miller #sarah miller #tlou fanfic #asks #tommy miller

[archivalofsins]

I've been thinking about the fact that we clearly see the other Mikoto snapping at the end of MeMe and going wow, that's similar to how Yuno comes in at the beginning of Tear Drop.

So let's talk about the dissociation gang~

Yuno, Kazui, Amane, and Mikoto, being the dissociation gang, has gone overlooked and underappreciated.

I feel like this is especially true when it comes to Yuno. Because at least in Kazui's and Amane's cases, they are both shown viewing their songs. Amane is shown watching hers on a tv at the end of Magic, and Kazui is displayed as being a part of the audience in Half. Perfectly illustrating that they are both observers and participants while making it clear that they have some dissociative tendencies.

However, Yuno's dissociative behavior is far more subtle, for example-

Mahiru: Can I arrange your hair too, Yuno?

Yuno: Of course!

Mahiru: Ta-da!

Yuno: This- is me?! Wow!

Amane: She's lost sight of herself!

The similarities between her and Mikoto have gone under the radar too.

Q.12  Tell us your hobby.

Haruka: I like talking with the other prisoners.

Yuno: Going out shopping with my friends, I guess? Also I’m part of the theatre club, so occasionally practice.

Theater you say?

Kazui isn't the only person who's gone up on stage now, huh.

Despite saying that her hobby is shopping with her friends, she can't remember the most expensive thing she's ever bought for herself. This could be because she buys a lot of things and she just doesn't remember the prices off the top of her head. However, she also asserts that it was more than likely a plush toy.

We only see Yuno with two plush toys, the rabbit she gets as a gift, and the crab with the hat we see in her room, which is probably the more expensive of the two.

Q.20 What’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever bought for yourself?

Haruka: Cotton candy.

Yuno: I can’t really remember. Maybe a plush toy?

Shopping is also one of Mikoto's hobbies.

Q.07 What are your hobbies?

Mikoto: shopping / darts / photography / cycling

Q.24  What’s your dream for the future?

Haruka: I want to live normally.

Yuno: It’d be nice if I can find a job I can really lose myself in.

Q.14 Where do you think you’ll be in 10 years?

Mikoto: It’d be nice if I could build up my own self-sustaining design business. That’d be pretty liberating.

They both exercise when bored or stressed.

Q.14 What do you do when you’re bored?

Haruka: Just sleep.

Yuno: Sit ups.

Q.02 Have you ever played baseball?

Mikoto: I was really big on it when I was in high school. Though I wasn’t particularly good at it or anything. Even now, if I’m feeling pent up from work, I still sometimes practice swinging.

For as much as Yuno gets on Mikoto's case for being too conscious of others, she picks out what she'll wear depending on the person she'll be with.

Q.28 How do you decide what clothes to wear for the day?

Haruka: I wear what’s there.

Yuno: I pick something to match with the person I’ll be with.

Like how he picks out his clothing with his job in mind.

Q.04 Are you picky when it comes to fashion?

Mikoto: Of course I am. Nobody would want to ask for anything from an unfashionable designer, right?

Also, they have both become more standoffish and reserved in response to their verdict. Unlike the other two who are viewing their circumstances from different angles, Mikoto and Yuno have multiple versions of themselves within their music videos. Sometimes, having these other versions speak on or display the events in their stead.

In Yuno's case, we specifically see the other versions of her not only representing her clientele but herself as well. These versions of her are cycled through as she speaks on her verdict in Tear Drop. Escalating with the Yuno most prominently shown in Tear Drop being visibly upset and disgusted before the one in a school uniform cuts in.

"So nauseating...so creepy...will you please disappear? "Phew. Anyway!"."

They're shown to be comfortimg Yuno as well.

Q.23 Is there anything you’d like to have sent to you there?

Haruka: Not particularly.

Yuno: A blanket!

"Why are you here? You annoy me a little. I can't smile well anymore. It's because of you."

Q.10 If you could turn back time, would you commit the same “murder”?

Haruka: I don’t know. If I was in Milgram, I probably wouldn’t.

Yuno: It’d be nice if I made it so I didn’t have to.

"I can't smile well anymore." - "Please smile."

#kashiki yuno #milgram

[lokislittlemidgardian]

Panic attack

Content - little!steve, caregiver!reader, panic attack, age regression, soft toys, bottles, cuddles, colouring in, reassurance, dummy use, brief mention of readers anxiety, Disney films, small mention of blood and violence, not proofread, don't like don't read.

Summary - steve had always had anxiety and it gets worse when hes little, luckily his mommy knows exactly what to do.

Authors note - little!steve is very unappreciated and it makes me sad, I really hope you still enjoy my caregiver!reader works even though the majority of my work will always be little!reader. As always dni if nsfw<3, I hope you enjoy<3

Steve's mission had been brutal today.

There was so much violence and too much blood, normally it didn't bother him but last night he had been on the verge of slipping but he had been interrupted by the strategy meeting.

You were really worried about him.

The second he made his way across the threshold you saw the fight against his regression leave him his eyes getting cloudy.

"Hi baby" you said cheerfully getting up from your seat on the sofa tossing your magazine to the side of you.

Not hearing a response you pressed slightly harder "Stevie baby?" You said gently hearing soft pants coming from his mouth and watching him walk away quickly to your bedroom.

You knew the symptoms of a panic attack having anxiety yourself, you hated seeing your little angel go through it aswell.

Gently opening the door you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed his breathing erratic looking down at the soft carpet.

"Feel weird mama" he sobbed rocking himself slightly tears brimming at his water line. "Oh baby I know it's awful I know your okay" you comforted him stroking his hair gently bringing his head to rest on your right shoulder.

"Whats happening mommy" he asked looking at you desperately, quickly realising that he couldn't make out what was happening to him in this headspace you were quick to explain it to him.

"Sweetheart your having a small panic attack okay, it's alright mommy gets them sometimes to your going to be okay baby" you soothed kissing him gently on the temple.

"Promise" he asked holding shaky pinkie finger out to you "I promise little one" you sighed tracing calming circles over his tactical suit.

His tactical suit, of course.

"Angel why doesn't mommy get you out of the suit do you think that might make you feel a bit better?" After steve nodded his head you unzipped the suit and made your way over to his chest of draws.

Pulling out a blue jumper and some grey jogging bottoms you walked back over to him and quickly got him dressed.

Looking carefully at his features you could tell he still felt on edge but the difference in his behaviour was definitely better.

"Do you feel a bit better now angel?" You cooed kindly down to him "yes mama" he giggled holding your thumb in his hands. "Aww sweetheart, your so lovely" you gasped placing a kiss to the tip of his nose making him giggle harder.

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A few hours had passed since Steve's panic attack and you had spent the rest of the night taking care of your little boy.

You had seen 2 disney Movies so far and you were now onto the third one "the little mermaid" it was probably Steve's favourite Disney film as it was the first one he watched when he first got out of the ice.

After singing along with him to under the sea you quietly pulled out out his dummy with his symbol imprinted on the shield and gently eased it into his mouth.

Reaching down to your beside table you pulled out a box of colouring in pencils and two separate colouring in books.

"How about you colour in a page and mommy will do one with you baby?" You asked stroking some of the hair that had fallen in front of his eyes away. "Yes please mama" he said behind his dummy with a smile pulling out a red pencil to colour in sebastian the crab.

Halfway though colouring in with him you looked over and saw how happy he was now compared to earlier feeling a warm feeling start in your chest.

This was the first time you had dealt with something like this before with his regression and you were very proud of how you handled it.

"Mama" you heard his small voice say from behind the dummy "yes baby boy?"

"I love you mommy" he said leaning his head onto your shoulder again.

"I love you too little soldier."

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[chocolette-art]

Explaining an oc!

His name is Reinald but prefer to be called "Rein" and he's a devil (more like a leech)

He prefers to target women as he finds their beauty very pleasing to the eye

But! He himself is actually very beautiful!

He's a devil that roams earth but doesn't really have any objective in his mind other than to find an entertainment.

He had collected many women for himself and he makes them do his dirty works

But reminder they are not his harem!! He finds no interest in romantic stuffs

That mentioned, he's actually asexual AND aromantic

He doesn't even have genitals

But he finds toying with humans fragile feelings fun

He will manipulate people to get what he wants even willing to play a certain role for a long time

Time is meaningless to him, he's immortal after all!

He had established a name for himself including the underworld and made his own companies and booming businesses (legal and illegal)

Fun fact! He's actually my favorite oc! Yet I barely draw him☹️

Images here now! Contains bare bodies (nakey nakey but not sexual!!) And disturbing image!

He have shoulder length brown hair that he puts up in a bouncy little braid with overgrown bangs framing his face

He also have a delicate face with eyes always crinkled close when he smiles with long eyelashes, bushy thick eyebrows, sculpted nose, wide lips that are meant for smiling, and a mole below his lips

His abilities contains:

Possession

Mutilation

Regeneration

And more disturbing shit!

He is often seen wearing a black and white suit with a red tie (he likes being fancy)

And he likes hiding inside women

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Like literally he turns into a black goo/slush and go inside them!

And once his poor little vessel dies he will move on to a new one

Like a hermit crab!

This is Tahlia! She's his current vessel and on the right side you can see what things he can do while inside a vessel!

He can communicate with them through mind but if the vessel wishes to communicate back they need to say their words aloud or else he won't be able to hear it! Mind control/reading isn't one of his power after all!

The top left drawing shows how crazy a vessel looks like when talking to him.

He can sprout his limbs out any hole of his vessel! He also eats human meat so the vessel will have no choice but to feed him if he's hungy ☹️☹️☹️

(In tahlia's way she will just shoved the meat down her throat so it won't land on her tongue and she won't be able to taste it! Then she will wait for Rein to grab it)

The bottom right one shows how it looks like to be mildly possessed!

And Rein is a devil affiliated with sheeps so he attracts them and if he's inside a vessel the sheep will think that he's trap inside her! Oh no! and so they will try to bite/chew their way through the vessels body! Quite painful right!

Tahlia had experienced this but thankfully Rein patched her up real good!

And once he's in a vessel the vessel and other people won't be able to see the vessels reflection on mirrors, instead a distorted image of Rein is what they will see

His height is also 6'4!

That's all thank you if you had made this far down on my nonsense babbling about this silly goofy oc!

And the art I used are all wips so they look like shit

#my ocs #oc rant #oc #original character

[m1cr0rant]

Boycotting MC

I find this little trend hilarious, at least until it gets to a serious point, kinda. To the point we use actual wars where people sacrificed their lives for whatever cause. I watched this one video where they used the REVOLUTIONARY WAR. yes, the war for FREEDOM against BRITAIN. a MONARCHY. To "invoke" a feeling of war. Rebellion. Whatever you wish to use.

The revolutionary war was a war between Great Britain against the revolt of its colonies leading to the beginning of a new nation called America. So why are we using this war, a war where people on both sides sacrificed their lives for their way of thinking; to boycott a simple, NON-WAR LIKE, video game because they wont add all the Mobs on.

Not only has the mob vote been going on for years now, but its also a way to get feedback from the people, and a way to excite people about the upcoming updates.

Minecraft is updated almost on a 2 month basis. Most being minor, but every year there comes more or less a major update. A lot of games DONT do this.

You paid 26-27 U.S dollars for this game that gets updated more than a game that costed you.. lets say 60 dollars. Thats A PRETTY GOOD FUCKIN DEAL. RIGHT??

They also posted a poster of being like "support your modding community." You boycotting against the modders of mohjang is 1. not supporting. 2. If you wish to support modders, play mods, promote the modder, make videos, tell epople tp subscribe to them. Thats supporting. Boycotting ?? is no where near supporting.

Along with it uses multiple american references. Idk that just seems unsettling to me. A game where people of all shapes, sizes, colours, come to play. And youre using a like.. weird way to get these people to boycott a silly game.

LETS TALK MOHJANG!!

Yes, a modder made a mod of the upcoming characters in the mobvote the crab in just under 16 hours. Woahhhh. They have the time to do that.

Mojang devs and creators are paid. To them this is a job. Yes a job they may like. BUT a job. Which means there are job hours. I do not know about you but me personally? Id rather not work overtime.

Mojang devs are not being lazy, they are working on their own time. They are people just like us. They have lives. Some may get sick, some may have wife and children. JUST BECAUSE they are not working up to speed, like modders do in THEIR FREETIME, does not mean they are lazy.

These updates go into the OFFICIAL game. They have to make sure they do not break or damage the original software. Also its the mob vote, sure is one of the bigger updates, but its also in a series of updates. More things are added than just a mob. Ask modders how long it took them to mod an entire biome, an entire mob series, how long it took to take designs, the small details. A while, right? Now put that into an official game.

PEOPLE THIS IS AN ACTUAL. RUNNING. COMPANY. This means, that they are not just in charge of the game, theyre in charge of trades, all products. the lego products, the plush products, weird toy products. They are in charge of overseeing their revenue, and so many more things. MODDERS. dont typically have to do this.

Board meetings are gonna come and go. Thats when ideas come in. Remember that these devs are probably high-ranking people.

They are not modders, modding in their freetime. This is a job. A company.

Stop calling the devs lazy.

Stop using actual wars to invoke a feeling of "revolt".

Bro. just stop. Using actual wars is like.. sm disrespect????

IDK i need people's opinions on this. Im going CRAZY. the fact is i could go more into depth. Im so tempted to make a analysis type video on all of this just to like?? idk. Someone like help.

#boycott #minecraft #mc devs #mcyt #analysis #help please #fyp #minecraft community #mojang

[geezerwench]

This stormy morning at the Crone's Nest, I find myself having heavy thoughts. I'm thinking about reading, books, their inherent magic. I think about the joy they bring with the turn of each page. The feelings, the knowledge, the experiences, the curiosity, they inspire.

And then my heart sinks.

That joy is being stolen, strong armed away, from people. Mostly it is children who will be the victims of this mind theft. Yes, I call it theft. Childhood is a magical time. Childhood is when the love of reading is formed. Childhood is when the ability to foster reading is important. Now...reading will be a mind numbing chore to be endured, not encouraged. UNLESS it is the right kind of book. Pablum basically. No thought, or developing skills of discernment, required. Milquetoast fare that doesn't challenge, or comfort, or open doors, or encourage thought. How very sad for children to have all those doors slammed shut.

I've listened to people, too many people, that want to "protect the children." Honestly, I really do not give two damns, or a wink and nod, if they want to deprive THEIR children. Let their children fall behind, be lost in the sauce when they are grown, or oblivious to everything not just like themselves. Let their children be shocked by the world outside their 'very safe and sheltered' enclave. But, and this is where my anger is raised, How...Dare... These... Pablum.. Pushing...People decide for everyone what is acceptable reading. Are they skilled in education, or literacy, or child (and Adolescent) development? 99 44/100% of the time the answer to that is NO. They just..."think, feel, believe" that children need to be allowed to be children, and that THEY AND ONLY THEY can say what ALL children read, see, hear. No facts...just think, feel, believe. And if I hear God invoked one more time I think I'll vomit. Well...IF there is a God, then he/she gave us brains, that should be developed, nurtured, grown, inspired...not wrapped in cotton and swaddled into non-functioning oblivion, only to be rudely shaken when adulthood is nigh.

Why do I have such disdain? Mainly because this is an incredibly stupid time in history. A time when ignorance is a virtue, and knowledge is to be crushed. The majority of the ones shouting to "protect the children" don't read. They don't like being challenged. and I honestly I don't think they like their children very much either...or else they would be prepared to challenge their children's minds, they would not be threatened by ideas, or differences, or history, or other beliefs. They don't have the knowledge or interest themselves, and must not trust their own beliefs either.

"Protect the Children." My aunt fanny. Protect themselves is closer to the mark. Simple...if YOU don't want YOUR spawn to read something, or learn something, or hear something...Keep Them Home, safely tied to the apron strings. Keep them OUT of the general population. Only allow them to learn what YOU are comfortable with, so keep them out of the public libraries, public school libraries, and public schools. The rest of us will be just fine not having to cater to your fear, bigotry, open hate, and ignorance. The "Children" need to be allowed to be "Children." Hmmm let's dissect that. I...yes, personal anecdote...was not only allowed to read, I was encouraged to read whatever I wanted to. If it was out of my "age range" oh well. I could struggle through it, ask questions, look up threads to figure it out, or put it down for another time. Was I still a child? Yes. I played, on my own, or with others. I ran, and rode bikes, and would go swimming, or crabbing or fishing, or play with toys. I played some sports here and there as my interest allowed. I had friends. I was encouraged to understand that my little sphere was not the entire world. My sons...were encouraged to read, anything and everything. I didn't care what. A book, magazine, comic, cereal box, newspaper, magic card, video game script. I did not care. They were reading. If they had questions, they asked. If they asked, I answered. If I didn't have the answer, WE looked it up together. Were they children? Yep, they played, and had friends, and toys, and video games, and watched cartoons. But they also knew there was a world outside our front door and they had to live in it one day.

How dare some small uninformed, unread, narrow group of people try to censor what ALL children, and adults read. They are reaching into college reading, and school libraries at all levels, and public libraries, and book stores, and even publishing houses with their crap. Yes ...CRAP.

Yes, heavy, and somewhat dark, thoughts at the Crone's Nest this morning. The storms only augmenting my mood. The love I have for books, and the written word is hard to describe. This MOVEMENT TO CENSOR, and steal that experience from the many, is soul crushing.

Lead by people that have zero concept of much of anything. Yes, public school curriculum has always been available for any parent asking about it. (even in the 'old days' when teachers wrote their own individual lesson plans. Those plans HAD to be available on request.) Yes, parents could always request that THIER CHILD (spawn/urchin) NOT READ a certain book. and an alternative was offered. Same with program or class assignment. Parents could opt out. Odd, when you inform parents, and others, of this FACT today, they seem surprised, and "didn't know that." But these are the ones shouting from the roof tops to 'ban the book' from everyone. Only they don't say BAN...they say challenge and review. Which effectively BANS the books as it is removed from ALL shelves, and if the review board is overwhelmed the process can take months, if not longer. And it only takes ONE MORE-ON to pull a book. Only they come with a list of books.

School districts closing school libraries to become discipline centers, firing librarians. Town councils looking to close all city, or county libraries over A book. Firing teachers. Firing principals. Suing librarians. UNFUNDING ALL STATE LIBRARIES. allowing only bits of Shakespeare and other classics. Moms for Liberty, concerned parents, concerned 'families' and communities. No just uniformed, scared, bigots using a new name.

I find myself with swamp hag, bog witch thoughts. May they receive everything they richly have earned. May they find themselves in "interesting times." May they be truly recognized for all of their efforts. May they, and their offspring, reap from only the fields they have sown.

Tempie Markham

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