#dog patch paddle

[katyawriteswhump]

power of love, part 15

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Steve’s back in the loggers’ cabin. He’s kissing Eddie stupid, and he’s loving it.

They’re both done with drinking bad beer, and even more done with pretending this thing between them isn’t real. They’ve gotten their arms flung around each other. Steve’s tongue is happily exploring the depths of Eddie’s mouth.

Kissing Eddie is totally unlike any make-out session Steve’s ever known. The scratch of Eddie’s lightly stubbled jaw against his is… Gnnng, mindblowing! Steve slides his knee into Eddie’s lap, wishing Eddie would jump his bones already. When Eddie snags his fingers through Steve’s hair, it sends literal sparks down Steve’s spine. The insistent brush of their lips is actual fire, until…

… it’s all too much. Steve moans with something other than dumb teen passion, and it feels like his head’s gonna explode. That familiar crimson tide washes through his brain, and then…

“Steve?”

Robin’s voice wrenches Steve back to the present. Oh, yeah. They’re wading along some shitty little stream, hidden between high banks. Somehow, while getting lost in memories of that kiss, his feet shifted forward on autopilot.

She’s following behind. “I haven’t heard those woofy search dogs for a while,” she says. “You?”

I’ve not a clue, Robin. My head’s zoning in and out of Christ-knows-what-crazy-ass-shit, and I’ve gotten a boner from daydreaming about Eddie. Which is fading fast, because when I remember I might never get another shot at kissing him for real, I wanna stuff my fist in my mouth and bite down hard.

“Gonna trust you on that one,” he mumbles.

“We can get out of this disgusting drain then?” He shrugs, climbs up the bank to check all’s clear.  “See anything we need to worry about?”

“Not sure.” Steve frowns, surveying a few dumped cars and a burned-out trailer. It’s a familiar patch of wasteland, a known hang-out for pretty much every teen in the area. “We’re back in Hawkins already.”

“You’re kidding?” She scrambles up to join him and visibly pales beneath her grime and freckles. “Oh my God. We must’ve travelled at least ten miles. In less than an hour and a half.” She glances at her watch and nods emphatically. “Any explanations, Steve? Any cryptic messages from your water-fairy-godparent?”

“Gimme a break! You’re the one who said we’re off to Magic Camp. At this stage—boom! Whatever! Crazy is to be expected.” He sounds chill. Despite the fear jostling him from every angle over what the hell is happening now?  Their gazes lock, and… Jesus, he can read in her manic eyes how her last ragged nerve is about to snap.

“Okay, okay,” she says, “we won’t panic.”

“I’m not panicking."

“Well, I am! One plus side—there’s plenty of nice dry paths leading to Lover’s Lake in that direction.” She points to the wasteland. “Don’t you dare make me get back in the ditch. I am literally wearing duckweed for mascara.”

He considers her suggestion for a few seconds, before that stupid waterfall roars in his head. “Sorry.” He bounces back into the stream. “If we’re believing in this bullshit, then I gotta go the way I get told.”

With the biggest sigh ever, she skids down after him. They paddle onward, hand in hand. She’s shaking weirdly, gasping and gulping, like she’s giggling and crying all at once. Oh, and shivering too. He wants to check she’s okay, but he doesn’t dare speak. Sounds bombard them from every angle, including shouting, maybe a quad bike, and plenty of distant and not-so-distant sirens.

“Look, Robin,” he whispers, when it seems safe. “You’re not in deep shit, like me and Eddie. Maybe you should go home to your mom.”

“Nice thought. Mommy Dearest has probably rented out my room already.”

Steve hums sympathetically, while pausing to mindlessly kick off his trashed sneakers. “If it’s any consolation, when I was reported missing, nobody noticed my parents rushing back.” He’d asked Hopper, casually enough. “I’m guessing they didn’t bother."

“That sucks, though…means we could nip back to your place for a warm shower, clean clothes?”

“Trust me, I’d murder for that. You really should go, but—” The sound of way-too-close voices interrupts him. After a minute longer, shuffling forward, she wrings his fingers crushingly tight. 

“Uh, Steve? Look.”

Up ahead, the waterway flows into a culvert. The entrance is barred with a metal grid. 

“Oh, thanks a bunch, fairy-guardian-water-spirit-angel-parent,” says Steve. “Great short cut, just great!” A dog growls so close that they startle as one, resulting in a loud splash. He shoves Robin toward the opposite bank. “Go! I’ll try… something.”

“How’s that gonna help?” she hisses, letting him bundle her ahead. “It would be kinda sad if you lightning-fried the dog because it’s not the dog’s fault—"

“Scram, will you? I’ll give it a quick shot—mind the freakin’ dog—and be right behind.”

She scrambles into some bushes at the top, and he prays she keeps going. All he hears is goddamn barking. Christ, can it smell my blood? Still, he has to keep it together and come up with some damn heavy rain, and fast, to destroy her scent as she escapes.

He crouches down, conjures up their recent discussion about parents. Eleven told him to channel anger, so that’s a decent start…

Grrrrrr!

Steve jumps up, whirls about. A foam-flecked mouth snarls at him from the top of the bank. He’s faintly relieved to see the canine owner of this huge and scary mouth is on a leash. Unfortunately, the leash is held by a tall guy in khaki, a semi-automatic tucked at his side.

He shines a flashlight directly in Steve’s face. Steve meekly raises his hands. He’s too stunned for real fright.

“You shouldn’t be here,” says army guy. “Woah, you’re filthy! You got papers?”

“Huh?” Hopper hadn’t been kidding about the military dictatorship.

“Got a name, kid?”

He glances down at his Hellfire Club t-shirt, cringes back into the dazzling beam. “Eddie Munson?”

“Outta the ditch. Keep your hands where I can see them.”

Steve doesn’t instantly obey. He’s still trying to figure out if this is really happening, and why exactly he said he was Eddie. To protect him, right? Then Eddie can get clean out of the state. Oh, and because he’s so obsessed with Eddie that he can’t stop thinking about him.

A second later, the dog-handler is in the stream with him. He grabs Steve by the arm, and snaps into a lapel radio: “This is MWD-handler 7. Inform O’Sullivan that fugitive 1 is apprehended.”

…

Eddie POV

The forces dragging Eddie home to Hawkins are suddenly spooking-him-the-hell out. 

It’s not all about Steve anymore. He’s hearing water. Loud running water, which draws him toward what turns out to be a nonsensically pathetic-as-piss stream. He jumps in and follows, even as he starts to panic for real.

Steve said he was hearing water. Now I hear it too. What does this mean? Wtf does this BS mean!?!

He presses on anyhow, finding he simply can’t stop thinking about THAT KISS. He’s reliving it over-and-over. At least, the good parts, before Steve fainted on him. Did Eddie daydream the delicious twisty, flirty things that Steve did with his tongue? 

Then he’s thinking about Steve’s butt. 

You never gave THAT BUTT the squeeze it deserved. Holy shit, Munson, you’re such a loser. 

Most torturous of all, the idea that it might be all over between them… Crap, it makes him feel physically ill. How can the idea of losing somebody he never really had hurt so much?  Oh, and when the heck did he kick off his sneakers and start wading bare foot? He has absolutely zero memory of doing that. Still, the cold water doesn’t seem to bother him.

As darkness falls, he spots some familiar landmarks, and realises he’s only a mile or so out of Hawkins. Which is also totally cuckoo, because there’s no way he should’ve travelled back so fast. For the first time since he set off, he stops dead.

Reality check, Munson—pretty much everybody in this dump you call home believes you to be a freakshow-turned-serial-killer. And you’ve come storming back for some douchebag rich kid who dumped you.

There is, however, a single good side to his progress into Hell. He pulls out his walkie-talkie out of his pack, switches it on, and tunes into Dustin’s coded wavelength:

“Anybody there? This is a code-red. CODE RED!” Okay, being officially too ‘old’ for the Party, he’s not supposed to say that, but desperate times call for desperate—

“No way! Is that you? Over.” 

At Dustin’s reply, some dam deep inside Eddie bursts. His face crumples, and he shamelessly, softly weeps. “Yeah, it’s me, buddy. It’s me.”

“Roger that. What the hell are you doing? This place is overrun with wannabe Nazis.” The hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck stand suddenly on end, and not because of Dustin’s news. “It’s a warzone. You should be in the next state by now!”

Eddie drops the walkie-talkie and shoves his hands in the air. Some military-fascist-knucklehead is pointing an assault rifle at him, though he’s weirdly numbed to the horror of it all. He honestly hadn’t expected it to feel this inevitable.

“Roger that?” says the walkie-talkie.

Eddie grins, so manically goofy that his face aches. 

“Name or papers,” demands the son-of-a-bitch.

“Uuuuuh…” Okay, he’s blown this. Nobody with nothing to hide, blunders THAT answer. “Steve Harrington?”

He said that to protect Steve, right? If they think I’m him, they’ll… torture me instead. Oh shit. Oh Shiiiiiiit!

A big angry dude pummels into Eddie from the side, crushing him into the mud. 

Part 16

tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology @finntheehumaneater If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know. Thank you for reading so far :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 16

#steddie #steve harrington #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington whump #steddie fanfic #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfiction #stobin fanfic #platonic stobin #stobin

[celestialcrowley]

Good morning! Good whatever-time-this-post-finds-you!

My phone updated. Thanks, I hate it. Anyway, I had a bio pinned, but I took it down because I wanted my 6,000 years meta to be pinned. I’m currently on the side of procrastination — I should be working on my GO fiction, someone shout at me to write — so here is a little bit more in depth bio about the ghost behind this tumblr.

🥂🪽🐝

Real Name: Sarah.

Nickname(s): There’s a list. Caps, Ghost, Khas, Khasper, Khasper the Spicy Ghost, Pippin, Haands, Crowley, Ginger and Tapeworm.

Nickname Origin(s): Buckle up. Caps is an age old nickname that was given to me because I wear hats all the time. Ghost began with a chat group I used to be in eons ago. The different variants of Khasper were given to me at my very first job, but we collectively agreed to change things up a bit, and Khasper the Spicy Ghost was born. Pippin was given to me when the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first released. Haands was given to me by former coworkers. Their reasoning behind that is I’ve got big hands. Crowley was given to me by my work bestie, and Ginger was given to me by the rest of my coworkers for my only slightly red hair. Or maybe it’s for my fiery personality. Tapeworm is something my uncle calls me presumably because I’m always hungry, but isn’t that the nature of an actual hobbit?

Preferred Name(s): Ghost, Khasper, Crowley, Ginger or Pippin.

Ao3: Beyond_Ineffable.

Social Media(s): I have Facebook and TikTok. My TikTok is actuallyahobbit89 if anyone is curious. I’m hardly on it though. I’ll pop in to post a video and then disappear like a ghost.

State: Born in raised in Floriduha. It’s a state of chaos.

Birthdate: July 25.

Pet(s): I’ve got two dogs. Mycroft is a probably Dutch shepherd Australian cattle dog mix. I’ve never had him DNA tested, but his mother is an Australian cattle dog. Patch is a portly pitbull mix.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, listening to music and true crime podcasts and stand up paddle boarding.

Personality: Here’s the best way I can describe this. I’m a permanently exhausted pigeon who functions on caffeine, anxiety and not enough sleep. I’m shy and socially awkward, but once I’m comfortable with someone and know that I can completely be myself around them, the anxiety disappears.

Favorite Holiday(s): Big spooky fan, me.

Favorite Drink(s): Coffee, Ice sparkling water + caffeine, London fog tea and cranberry juice.

Favorite Food(s): Sushi, tacos, salmon, crepes, lasagna, sweet potatoes and chicken teriyaki.

Favorite Dessert(s): Pumpkin pie.

Favorite Color(s): Turquoise, but any shade of blue, really. It’s pretty.

Favorite Quote(s): “She walks in starlight in another world.” “The world is not in your books and maps. It’s out there.” “Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.” “A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest because she should be sure that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.” “I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don’t have names.”

Favorite Book(s): The Inheritance Collection and Neverwhere, which I still need to finish reading.

Favorite TV Show(s): Good Omens, Sherlock, Lucifer, The Exorcist and Hannibal.

Favorite Movie(s): Bad Samaritan, The Hobbit trilogy, The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Favorite Character(s): Crowley, Aziraphale, Furfur, Hastur, Pippin, Bilbo Baggins, Sherlock, John Watson, Father Marcus and Will Graham.

Favorite Actor(s): David Tennant, Michael Sheen, Martin Freeman, Tom Hiddleston, Anthony Hopkins, Jason Statham, Keanu Reeves and Mads Mikkelsen. It’s an accent thing and a hair thing.

Favorite Song(s): There’s too many. I’ll just drop this here. Whiplash Radio.

Favorite Music Genre(s): Mostly everything under the sun.

Favorite Podcast(s): Small Town Murder.

Have You Ever Met A Celebrity: Yes. Jimmie Johnson, a NASCAR driver, visited the very first job I had. He brought his daughter. Story time! My former coworkers were being a bit too extra around him — personal space, what personal space? — and he didn’t like it. I had not yet had a chance to speak to him, and I was told not to because he’s rude. I didn’t believe that, so later, I saw Jimmie was standing at the fence with his daughter. I walked over, said hello and asked him if his daughter would like to pet the dog. He said yes, so I moved the dog closer so she could pet him through the fence. She did, he thanked me, and that was our interaction. He was very pleasant.

Have You Ever Been To A Concert: I have not, unfortunately.

Do You Collect Anything: Yes. Coffee cups, gnomes and pocket knives. That’s a weird combination.

Do You Have Any Idols: Yes! Neil Gaiman. He’s a legend and someone I admire, especially when the writer’s block is slaying me.

Is There A Real Life Friend You Can Completely Be Yourself With: Yes! I made a tumblr post about him! We’ve known each other a long time.

What Are Your Interests: All things spooky. Ghosts. Graveyards. Stars. Galaxies. Planets. Everything about the solar system. True crime. History. Metaphysical things.

Where Would You Love To Travel To: Ireland. New Zealand. Scotland.

Is There A Random Fact About Yourself That You’d Like To Share: I like flamingos.

No pressure tags: @phoen1xr0se @ineffabildaddy @peregrintook @sad-chaos-goblin @spot-o-bodysnatchin @apocalypticginger-blog @crowleyscleaninglady @missdeliadilisblog @ritz-writes @ineffablemoist @turquoisedata @azirapalalalala @peachworthy @pretendygood @belladonna413 @jackinistafflower @aziraphalalala @scarecrowcloud @tragic-cosmic-magic @musingsofmaisie

It’s open to everyone, but here is an apology dance in case I missed anyone! 💚

#the ghost speaks

[aztecbrujeria]

I wrote a quick, sexy, drabble for Kunikida Doppo!!! There isn't enough for this man!! You can find more of the amazing writers on Taixju's Summer '22 Collab here.

@tokyometronetwork @underratedcharactercorner @downtown-roponggi

Summary: Finally he'd had enough! He got you where he wanted, after you had been a brat all summer, here in the empty office. He couldn't help but bend you over and drill those ideals into you!

WC: 807

NSFW TW: Spanking, Choking, Brat Taming, Power Dynamic Mentor/Student, AFAB Fingering, Pussy Slaps, talks of masterbation, Kunikida Dom/Brat, mentions of Atsushi

Expert fingers encased your racing carotid while a strong arm held you in place against his hard frame. His expert fingers between your meaty thighs sliding between your drooling folds with deft finesse teasing your aching clit making your eyes roll back. You could only hold onto the edge of the desk in the now empty office while you pressed your ass against the throbbing outline of his dick.

“All goddamn day…”

His deep voice caresses the caverns of your mind giving life to the many fantasies that you touched yourself to. You creamed on your silicone toys sinfully whenever you rushed home at night calling his name; you didn’t want to think about Atsushi hearing you through the shared walls.

A guttural moan escaped your throat like the filthy slut you were as a thick digit collected your slick arousal before sliding inside and pressing against you just right while his thumb circled your sensitive bud at the same time. Just to his second knuckle your knees were threatening to give out beneath you. Kunikida growled into you, he’d finally snapped and was going to take what he’d wanted all summer.

“All damned summer…in your damned thigh highs and skirts…fuck!”

Feeling the way you slicked his hand he thought you were ready enough. It was so quick that you felt his hand move to the back of your neck bending you over and spreading your legs with one of his thick thighs. Whining you felt how empty his fingers left you. Kunikida felt your shoulders flex and knew you would try to stand.

He smacks your ass pressing your cheek into the oak desk below harder making you hiss in pain and pleasure. You groaned at the sinful way he pressed his straining crotch into your ass, he didn’t care you were leaving a wet trail from your dripping sex on his tight slacks.

“Don’t be a brat! I will drill those Ideals of mine into your cunt if it’s the last thing I do.” 

That’s when you looked over your shoulder and smirked at him before chuckling darkly.

“Kunikida, sensei, I double dog dare you. I won’t break first.” 

You watched his eyes become cold and calculated. Before you heard him open the top drawer of his desk and grab out the green notebook you had come to love. Why you didn’t expect was the wind up and searing pain rushing your system with pleasure as he used the hardcover surface as a paddle on your ass.

“You will count with me brat.” 

Another wind up and a smack on your other cheek, it made the meat of your body reverberate while your knuckles turned white when you reached for the edge of the desk again.

“Count.”

The crisp command from Kunikida Doppo left you keening for more as a lewd moan turning into the count of one left your trembling lips. You sounded like a dirty slut as it filled the empty office. You could feel your pussy flutter, clenching to be filled with the man that was now trying to break you.

He wound up more making you count, his blonde hair escaping the pony tail, as your ass became strawberry red from each paddled punishment. Kunikida’s dick aches while his boxers stick to his throbbing tip from the wet patch of his own desire. He watched the way your sex was quivering with the need to be filled while your skin turned red; of course he couldn’t help himself and made sure to get a few good pussy slaps too. It was so sinful knowing his book of ideals was being used for his pleasure being left with the evidence of your masochistic tendency smearing the font. 

Finally he heard you scream at thirty, thirty delicious crisp slaps, he almost came watching the fat tears escaping your limitless dark eyes while your hot breath left fog on the top of his desk. He moaned as he massaged the sensitive skin of your ass, now swollen and red with the welts from his notebook, he caressed your lower back rubbing the dimples at the base of your spine.

Your mind was blank, he had broken your bratty attitude, catching your breath you weren't ready for the feeling of being stuffed to your limit. You arched up while his strong digits dug into the fat of your hips.

“D-Doppo!”

Crying out his name like a prayer to the devil below his heavy, thickly veined, dick began to stir your insides. Once again you found yourself pulled up against his frame while his hot breath was caressing your skin. Your summer internship finally paid off. He was rearranging your proverbial guts while you became breathless the more his hard sex stretched you from the inside out.

“You will remember whose cunt my ideals belong to.”

#Taixju's Summer of '22 Collab #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bungo stray dogs kunikida #kunikida doppo #mdni

[twst-the-night-away]

To beat the heat 👙:  our muses go the pool

UMMM Yuuta and Juniper going to the Savanaclaw lounge!? Yuuta calls it the "watering hole"

Beat the heat asks here!

It was the first truly hot day of the year, and the Savanaclaw lounge was full of students looking for relief. Some were swimming, while others sat around the pool with their legs dangling in the water. The chairs within the reach of the cool mist from the waterfall were the most sought-after, and there were often little scraps over territory in that area.

Right now, though, that corner was quiet. Leona was stretched out over one of the long chairs, deep in an afternoon nap, lulled by the sound of the falling water and cooled by its mist. Everybody knew better than to jockey for a good spot over there right now. This kind of heat could make someone grouchier than usual.

Yuuta and Juniper had the same thing on their minds once classes ended, and agreed to meet up at the watering hole. The lightning-quick coyote had run on ahead, unable to contain her excitement, so she was already in the water when Yuuta emerged. She swam over and grinned up at them.

"Yuutaaaaa! Come on in, it's perfect!"

Yuuta jumped into the water, and it was. After sitting in warm classooms all day, this was just what they needed. They sunk down below the water, then bobbed back up, shaking their hair a little and splashing Juniper, who laughed.

"Yup. Savanaclaw's the right dorm for me after all." Yuuta grinned. "I don't think I'd survive without a pool right now."

There was some shouting from the other end of the pool, and Yuuta and Juniper turned. A few upperclassment were gathered at the base of the waterfall, cheering on a little fox beastman who'd scaled the rocks and was preparing to take a big dive.

"Oh, awesome," Juniper gasped. She craned her neck to get a better view.

"Hope he doesn't get hurt," Yuuta grimaced. "I don't feel like patching anybody up today."

With a graceful motion, the fox boy leapt into the air, tucking his body into a tight cannonball on the way down. When he hit the water, he splashed all of the others standing around him, and a big cheer went up.

"I wanna try that!" Juniper started to swim over to the crowd.

"Okay, but if anything happens, I warned you," Yuuta grinned.

"Warned me about what? It looks safe."

"Just in general." Yuuta patted Juniper on the shoulder. "Go on and give it a try!"

Juniper swam over to the edge, then started to climb up the rocks by the waterfall. The students gathered there, seeing someone else about to try diving, started to cheer again. Once Juniper made her way to the top, she took a dive, and hit the water with a much bigger splash than the fox boy had. There was a big cheer and laugh, and other students started trying to climb up onto the rocks to dive.

Juniper dog-paddled her way back over to Yuuta, grinning.

"See, nothing to worry about!"

"I'm surprised, you hit that water with your limbs going all over the place." Yuuta nudged Juniper and returned the grin. "Anyway, let's -"

Before Yuuta could finish, they found themselves underwater. They wriggled, but something strong was holding them down. It was only for a moment, though, and they came up sputtering. Slicking their wet hair back from their face, they saw that Juniper, too, was sputtering and flicking water from her ears.

"There, that oughta do it."

The deep voice from behind … Yuuta knew that voice. They turned around to see Leona behind them, arms folded, brows furrowed, but his lips were curled into a smirk.

"What was THAT for?!" Juniper sputtered. "I thought you were … but you were all the way over -"

"I WAS all the way over there, until one of you splashed me."

"One of -" Yuuta huffed. "Heyyy, I didn't splash anybody! She's the one who jumped." Juniper's ears and tail drooped, and she was very pointedly not looking at her housewarden. Leona scoffed.

"Whatever. I cooled you off, didn't I? Keep your coyote pal in line, Cottontail."

With that, Leona turned and started to walk up out of the pool, leaving a bewildered Yuuta and a sulking Juniper in his wake.

"Guess I got you in trouble," Juniper whimpered.

Yuuta shook their head. "I encouraged it. Let's go over where it's less crowded, or else we'll catch it again."

"I'll race you over there?"

"I'm not falling for that."

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #daisy's ocs #juniper moon #other's ocs #yuuta midori #i hope i did yuuta justice! this was fun #i like what i know about them so far #also leona was just messing with them >:3c #but since he's leona it still came across as a lil intimidating #because that's just How He Is

[fishrpg]

2024-04-12: River Denizens (Random Tables)

The Mississippi River has a few distinctive types of boats in this era that you may not be aware of: gambling boats and shantyboats.

Gambling Boats

Gambling boats tended to be larger crafts that could accommodate many people and functioned as casinos. Laws in the area allowed gambling and casinos so long as it wasn't on Mississippi soil, but attentive entrepreneurs took advantage of the phrasing to create a culture boat-based casinos. Many casino boats were old paddle steamers. Some traveled up and down the river, spending days or weeks in one place; others were effectively permanently moored to the riverbed and never moved.

Names for Riverboat Casinos (1d20)

Lucky Draw

King David

Mississippi Diamond

Jewel of the River

Moonlight

Mighty Mississippi

The Fish House

Black Bear's Den

Gold and Cotton

Dixie Belle

Delta Star

The Regal

River Chariot

Liberty Jack's

Magnolia Blossom

New Orleans Entertainer

Yellow Dog

El Paradiso

Chicago Pinnacle

Star of the South

Shantyboats

Shantyboats are houseboats, often amateur-made, that people use as permanent homes on the river. Although some people lived in shantyboats for the freedom it offered, most lived in them out of necessity. The Great Depression was the peak era for shantyboats, where thousands of people took to the rivers that fed into the Mississippi in search of better jobs.

Most shantyboats had an outboard motor that could navigate against the currents, but were incapable of doing anything but floating downstream. Like the gambling boats, some shantyboats stayed in a location for a short time, while others were moored in a single place for an extended period of time. Some shantyboats (either whole or in pieces) even became permanent houses on land.

If you need a quick description of a shantyboat, roll a complete set of 7 polyhedral dice and consult the tables below:

Number of Rooms (1d4)

Single room

Two rooms

Three rooms

Four rooms

General Appearance (1d6)

Amateur work that is probably not fit for long term human habitation

Shows obvious signs of patching with mismatched materials

Definitely in need of repair, but most issues are relatively minor

Weather-beaten, but still sturdy

Well-loved and well-maintained

Freshly-built or close to it

Notable Features (1d8)

Porches on both the bow and stern

Windows with shutters that work

A loft area

Quality furniture

High ceilings (for a boat, at least)

Sturdy door

Spacious interior

Relatively abundant storage space

Construction Style (d10)

Assembled from bare scrap lumber with a tin roof

Painted wood siding with asphalt shingles

Whitewashed wood with a rounded asphalt roof

Flat tin roof atop stacked logs

Corrugated tin siding with a matching tin roof

Unpainted lumber walls with a rounded tin roof

The level of quality on the joinery seems like it was mass-produced

Slightly pitched asphalt shingle roof with plywood siding

Plywood walls with a flat asphalt roof

Timber frame whose walls are partially clad in plywood and the remaining walls are covered by corrugated tin.

Where The Inhabitants Were Coming From (d00)

Ohio

Tennessee

Kentucky

Missouri

Illinois

Louisiana

Wisconsin

Minnesota

Iowa

Mississippi, south of the Delta (like Natchez or Vicksburg)

Inhabitant Hook (1d12)

The inhabitants are trying to relocate the boat, but having trouble.

Property owners are trying to stop the boat inhabitants from squatting on their land.

A shantyboat is hiding a cache of liquor that is expected for delivery somewhere else along the river.

One of the inhabitants has fallen gravely ill.

A skiff that belongs to the inhabitants of the house has been lost or stolen.

Newly arrived to the area, the inhabitants are looking for work but are short on money.

Someone is pursuing the inhabitants of the shantyboat, forcing them to move often.

There's a huge creature in the river that would be worth a small fortune at the market, and the inhabitants want to catch it.

The shantyboat is drydocked for repairs on the hull, but needed materials are scarce.

Livestock or a pet owned by the inhabitants has gone missing.

Someone aboard the shantyboat has come into possession of a sudden windfall and is trying to figure out what to do with it.

The shantyboat has been recently burglarized and vandalized by someone.

Family Name of Inhabitants (1d20)

Howell

Johnson

Hayes

Sawyer

Roberts

McGinty

Burns

Porter

Walton

O'Neil

Griffin

Avery

Collins

Kent

Nichols

Long

Teach

Godwin

Mackey

Greenblatt

#hexplore24 #fishdavidson #dungeons and dragons #hexcrawl #5e #random tables

[riverspatrick]

OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET

I’m a good neighbour, most of the time. I give a hoot, rarely a boot, as such, some respond in kind, and gradually we swap larger words, larger sentences, and the next thing you know, we call each other by name! With the fences down, soon, you become privy to people’s highs and lows, stories that too easily die in silence.

Our home/family includes a dog we named Bowie. We live at a spitting distance from a bustling park, the reason we bought the Victorian, terraced home a year and a half ago. The park is Bowie’s second home. I know most local dog walkers, certainly I know all the people from our street who enjoy the park with their furry companions, but to my surprise, few know each other.

Bella, on the last corner before the park’s gates, knows no one below her number. After a long illness, her paraplegic husband passed away from sepsis recently. She knows Barda who lives on the other side of the street. Barda’s husband is deteriorating slowly with alzheimer. I see him most days sitting on the wall like Humpty Dumpty, smoking a fag, looking vacant. He’s stopped washing. He's stopped talking. Until he crashed the car, he wouldn’t stop driving. The cracks are showing. He’s one fumble away from a bad fall.

Neither Bella or Barda knows that the man who lives two doors down above Mr Cyclop, looks out for me when I walk Bowie at 2am. Noah will sometimes catch up with us and talk about his sexual fantasies. Of course he knows I’m gay — I wear Apple’s hi-vis 2020 pride watch band around my wrist every day. He’s into the golden shower stuff, but unfortunately, our house is carpeted wall to wall, and unless we turn the bathroom into a wet room, I wouldn’t even entertain the idea. Noah is bipolar and only comes out on a high, so he doesn’t bother me too often.

Mr Cyclops lives on the ground floor with his wife, and Boss, the terrier / shih tzu cross. It’s hard not to stare at the left socket of his eye. Some days, it looks like chilli udon noodles. The air is thick with pollen these days, fluffy dandelion seeds get all jammed up in there. I’d certainly wear a patch, pretend I'm DC’s Cyborg – LED light and all – would be useful for when I pick up Bowie’s poo in the high grass at night.

On the next block, at the house with the psychedelic sixties wallpaper, the mother of an eight-year-old boy died of a broken heart after her husband passed away a few months ago. At least that’s what we gathered. The child was seen running in the street crying, “She’s dead!” It was the first time either Bella or Barda had seen the boy let alone heard his voice. He was homeschooled like I was at his age. They kept to themselves, and for a recluse family, they were never shy exposing the nightmare-inducing wallpaper to all who walked past their window. That’s all we’ll remember of them: death, the orphan, and the geometric, rainbow-coloured wallpaper. I almost miss seeing the atrocity now that the blinds are permanently shut.

Nearer to us, there’s Tony’s portfolio of properties which will be divided between his two daughters and two nieces. Tony died last week, he would have been 99 had he lived two more days. The rent is cheap but the tradeoff isn’t worth the economy as the properties are in a devolving state of disrepair. A couple of junkies live under a dealer at the corner house. At the end of our block, Tony’s house has been emptied, so the large family next door are taking more liberties with noise pollution. They keep mallards in their kids’ paddling pool. They must have captured the wild birds at the park. I suppose mallards are easier to capture than the more colourful parakeets who keep to the high branches, and more entertaining than a terrapin. The jail-birds are let out in the courtyard for a quack more often since Tony died.

Next to ours, top floor, there’s Patricia, an alcoholic who loves playing Patsy Cline loud and throwing empty Frosty Jack's bottles at the ducks, cursing. The ground floor has been vacant since Guillaume disappeared after never paying the rent once since moving-in a year ago. He was also a dealer and went by different names depending on who called upon him. His alias had bills in arrears and apparently lived at our address. The debt collectors should finally stop knocking at our door soon.

On the other side of the street, Gertrude’s son has returned from prison and is begging to be let in. It seems it was only last week the cops raided her house and left with the lad in handcuffs. Can’t have been too serious. She swore she wouldn’t let him in again, but there he goes through the door. She’s a mother. That’s all she's ever done. “Soon I’ll run out of things for him to steal, and then he' won’t have a reason to come back,” she'll tell me again tomorrow.

Oh, I skipped Mario, a seventy-something lonely man who once sent me a link to his Chaturbate account so we could chat in private. He's been giving me the cold shoulder for not having taken the offer. Too bad. His dog Lobo and Bowie loved frolicking in the park together.

I can see Mick at work, cleaning the neighbours' windows. He's the first to have welcomed us on the street. Could be that he's a good businessman, or perhaps that it is compulsory, being a proud and jolly JW. He broke his back falling off a ladder and since has been using long hoses instead. That he got away with three fused vertebrae certainly proves that a life praying wasn't for naught.

I'm getting to what prompted me to share my street with you, therefore I stop at the halfway point where Lee used to live with his partner of twenty years. I hadn't realised that he had been kicked out of his house last month until I ran into him this morning. His partner's daughters had wired the house with hidden cameras and are accusing him of assault against their mother who suffers from dementia. The daughters kicked Lee out, placed their mother in a care home and re-homed all four dogs. He's naturally broken. That's also how Mario the lonely septuagenarian said hello for the first time in months. They are good friends and were setting out in Lee's van when I dared ask the poor man how he was doing. Other than Mario and I, no one knew Mike, no one else knows what befallen him.

That's but half of my street, one street amongst thousands in my town which is smaller than the average town in this country, yet the street is the quietest street I've ever lived on. How's your street doing these days?

All names have been changed to preserve anonymity, otherwise all stories are real, I kid you not.

#writing #real life #non fiction #the neighbourhood

[digdag88]

For people who study identity, this permanence is key. We define who we are by the elements that stick with us—people, stories, places, memories—and we measure ourselves in relation to them, patching the highlights together into what sociologists call a “personal myth.” These myths make sense of often-turbulent lives, integrating our “remembered past, perceived present, and anticipated future,” as Velliquette wrote in her 2006 report. Some people use institutions such as religion, work, and family to create this myth. Others use material objects like houses and cars to define it. But Millennials are something of a breed apart. Without access to many of the anchors their parents had to create their personal myths, that sense of stability and permanence is often harder to find.

[atlanticcanada]

Paddle found in search for missing P.E.I. kayaker

Police on Prince Edward Island say a paddle has been found during the search for a missing man.

Kieran Stewart was reported missing from St Peter's Island over the weekend.

In a news release Monday, police said the 23-year-old planned to kayak alone to the island Saturday and camp for the night.

They say he did not return on Sunday when he was expected to.

His vehicle was found in Rice Point and the kayak was found in the water three nautical miles off Point Prim.

Police now say searchers found a paddle early Tuesday morning about one mile west of Point Prim.

RCMP, PEI Ground Search and Rescue, the Joint Rescue Coordination Centre and the Coast Guard continue to search for Stewart.

Various aircrafts, drones and police dogs have also aided in the search efforts.

Stewart is described as five-foot-six, 150 pounds, with thinning short blond hair and grey eyes.

He was last seen wearing baggy jeans with a patch on one knee and brown hiking boots.

Anyone with information on his whereabouts is asked to call the Queens District RCMP at 902-368-9300. 

   For more P.E.I. news visit our dedicated provincial page.  

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/hs0jE1W

#new brunswick #prince edward island #nova scotia #news #politics #canada #CTVAtlantic

[100yearoldcomics]

April 16, 1922 The Katzenjammer Kids by Harold Knerr

TOP PANEL [ID: The Kids sit on the riverside, happily fishing. Both Hans and Fritz have pulled their poles from the water, a large fish flopping at the end of their line. Behind them, a large pile of fish sits. Rosie, the Kids' puppy, stands on her hind legs behind them. On the other side of a tree, der Captain sits angrily. He, too, is fishing, but he hasn't caught a single one yet. /end]

MAIN COMIC [ID: The Kids look up at der Captain with a calculated look of innocence. Rosie stands beside them, also looking up at him. Der Captain angrily walks to a canoe waiting for him at the riverbank. He shoulders a fishing pole in one hand and carries a bucket of bait in the other. /end] Fritz: Can ve go fishing mit? Captain: No! Iss dot plain? Or should I send a postal card mit it?

[ID: Der Captain boards his canoe and smacks Rosie with his oar. The Kids look on in shock. /end] Fritz: Aw, let Rosie alone! Captain: Maybe you vould like to go fishing, too, you pie-faced mutter!

[ID: Der Captain pushes off, splashing Rosie in the face with river water as he pushes his oar through the current. /end] Fritz: Come here, Rosie! He iss off in der noodle! Captain: It looks like rain, don't it, Rosie?

[ID: The Kids sit an angry Rosie on a floating platform in the river. Hans steers it away from the shore with a fireplace poker. /end] Fritz: Keep in der middle uf der current jelly, Rosie, und you find him down by der bridge! Hans: Gif him our wery best regards!

[ID: Rosie floats up beside der Captain, asleep in his canoe. He dreams of hitting Rosie with the oar while he snores. Rosie has a look of deranged determination on her face. /end]

[ID: Rosie jumps from the floating platform onto der Captain's chest, waking him up. He drops his fishing pole into the water. /end] Captain: Could you vait chust vun minute, Rosie?

[ID: Rosie tips over the canoe, dumping der Captain into the water. /end] Rosie: Blub! Captain: Ouich!

[ID: Der Captain climbs up onto the bottom of his canoe, now floating upside-down. Rosie swims in the river, a large patch of der Captain's pants fabric in her mouth. The Kids watch happily from the bridge above them. /end] Captain: Now chust haf der kindness to vait a second, und I gif you der dod-rottedest soak on der bean you efer heard uf!

[ID: Der Captain takes his oar and smacks Rosie over the head with it again. While he's distracted, Fritz takes the fireplace poker and catches the back of the canoe on it. /end] Captain: Who iss laffing der last? Vot? Vould you like to come fishing? I use you for bait?

[ID: The Kids tip der Captain's canoe up, sliding him directly into the waiting jaws of Rosie. /end] Captain: Hey! Stop it! Hellup!

[ID: Der Captain struggles under the water as Rosie clamps onto his legs with her jaws. At the riverside, the Kids pull the canoe their way with the poker. /end] Captain: Blub! Hans: Heave ho! Fritz: Heave, me eye!

[ID: The Kids steal der Captain's canoe and sail off in it. Fritz reaches to pull a dog-paddling Rosie out of the water, some of der Captain's pants still clutched in her teeth. Der Captain angrily yells at them from up the river. /end] Captain: If it takes a millyum years in der end, it gifs murder! Fritz: Wanna go fishin', Rosie? Hans: Do I hear a voice in der distance, or iss it only a tickle in der ears?

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #the katzenjammer kids #harold knerr #transcript available #1920s #tw: animal abuse #don't worry the animal wins in the end

[survey--s]

237

survey by joybucket

Have you ever had a pet that was black and white?   Technically all our cats are black and white, though the patches of white are absolutely tiny on all of them.

Which cartoon character do you think you look the most like?   Daria, I suppose. We have the same hair colour and glasses.

What are three places you've been on vacation?   Italy, Canada and Australia.

What are three places that you want to go on vacation?   Iceland, Japan and New Zealand.

Come up with 3-10 words using the letters in your first name.   Cola, coin, con - yes.

What are three things you are thankful for?   My family, my animals and my job.

What are three things you wish you had, but you don't?   An unlimited supply of money, a horse and a holiday home somewhere.

Where does your last name originate from?   My maiden name is Scottish but my married name is English.

Do you like to take pictures?   Yeah, I quite enjoy it. I take a lot of photographs, actually.

What are three of your favorite things to take pictures of?   Scenery, landscapes and animals.

What year were you born?   1988.

What song was the most popular the year you were born?   According to Google, Mistletoe and Wine by Cliff Richard, lol.

What are three great toppings for pancakes?   Bacon, caramelised bananas and whipped cream.

If you could choose an Olympic sport to compete in, what would it be?   Dressage.

What is something new that you've learned in the past year?   According to my Facebook memories, I started horse riding about a year ago today so let’s go with that, lol.

What is your favorite song at the moment?   Grace by Supergrass.

What is your birthstone?   Tanzanite.

What is your favorite gemstone?   Rubies.

Have you ever had a friend that had the same name as you?   I went to school with a girl with the same name as me, but I really wouldn’t consider us friends - I thought she was a rude bitch, hahah.

What are three of your favorite musical instruments?   Piano, guitar and flute.

What are three things you are good at?   Walking dogs, reading and being organised.

What are three things you are not good at?   Singing, running and being patient in traffic.

List 5-10 positive adjectives that start with the first letter of your name.   There really aren’t many positive adjectives beginning with N.

Do you think your hair looks better long or short?   Long, for sure. I really dislike short hair on me.

What year did you join Facebook?   2006 or 2007, but I’ve had numerous accounts over the years. I got my current account in 2016 or so when I moved up here.

What was your high school's mascot?   We didn’t have a mascot.

How many people do you know whose name starts with Y?   I know two Yvonne’s and an Yvette.

What's your favorite kind of birthday cake?   Cheesecake, Victoria Sponge, Carrot Cake, Coffee and Walnut, Peanut butter brownies.

What's your least favorite animal?   Cockroaches.

Do you own washi tape?   I have absolutely no idea what that is, so I’m going to go with no.

What is the last craft project you completed?   I don’t do artsy projects to begin with, lol, I don’t have that level of patience.

What health issues do you have (if you want to answer)?   I have sacroiilitis in my spine, and I’ve also been diagnosed with depression, anxiety and dysmenorrhea. 

Do you know anyone who is colorblind? My granddad was colourblind.

Have you ever seen a double rainbow?   Yeah, I’ve even seen triple rainbows before.

What color was your first phone?   Black and silver.

Was your first phone a flip phone?   No, it was a Sagem brick phone.

What are three things you like to do at the beach?   Walk/play with the dogs, paddle, go in the rockpools, sunbathe, play with the sand.

Do you own a Santa hat?   Nope.

Which of these names do you like best: Simone, Carlotta, Rhiannon, Skylar, or Jade?   Skylar or Rhiannon.

How many people do you know named Chloe/Cloe?   Just my cousin.

How many people do you know named Zoe/Zoey?   I went to school with a Zoe.

Who was your first best friend (besides a sibling)?   Lucy.

When did you last go to the doctor?   January 2020.

What's your favorite thing about going to the dentist?   I love hoe clean my teeth feel afterwards.

What year did you graduate high school?   2007.

What's a vlog channel you like to watch on YouTube?   None of them. I don’t really “get it”.

Have you ever been hypnotized?   No.

What's your favorite fruit?   Raspberries and watermelon.

What are you allergic to?   Luckily I have no (known) allergies.

Do you prefer crossword puzzles or word searches? Crosswords but I have to be in the right mood, otherwise they just annoy me.

Do you like unicorns?   No.

What is your favorite Halloween candy?   There’s not really any such thing as Halloween candy here.

What was the last thing you spray-painted?   I’ve never used spray paint before.

What are three Pinterest crafts you'd like to try?   I don’t really get the point of Pinterest.

What was the last type of pie you ate?   Most likely apple pie.

List five things you like that are brown.   Chocolate, coffee, caramel, ground beef and the dog, lol.

Have you ever experienced a tragedy?   I think most adults have experienced SOME kind of tragedy in their lives.

Do you prefer oak trees or maple trees?   Maple trees are prettier.

Do you pray to God every day?   No.

What are three of your favorite Christmas carols?   O Christmas Tree, Silent Night and Once in Royal David’s City.

Do you like pumpkin spice?   It’s okay, but there are certainly nicer flavours out there.

What is your favorite thing to drink in the summer?   Gin and rose lemonade. iced coffee.

Do you own anything with a British flag on it?   Nope.

Do you own anything with an American flag on it?   Nope.

What were your favorite stores at the mall when you were a teenager?   TopShop, New Look, Tammy Girl, H&M, River Island, Cult, Sunrise.

Do you own an umbrella?   Sure.

Would you rather carve or paint a pumpkin?   Carve, I guess.

What are three things you've gotten a lot of compliments on? My work ethic, how good I am with animals and how good I am with kids.

#survey #surveys

[dogpatchpaddle]

Summers Calls Out for Some Fun Moments in the Waters! Isn't it?

Well, before summer kicks in, it is time to start looking at your kids. Visiting the summer camps is one of the amazing things that you can do for your child. The bay area summer camp has an array of activities and services to offer.

Click on “bay area summer camp“ for read full information.

#bay area summer camp #dog patch paddle #summer camping #summer camp #summer camps for kids

[celestialcrowley]

The Final 15 Questions For 15 Friends

Sorry.

Tagged by: @hellsgardener01 🥂

Thank you very much! I love tag games!

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope. At least I don’t believe I am. No one’s ever said anything about it.

2. When was the last time you cried? I think probably on the anniversary of my dog’s death.

3. Do you have kids? No.

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I used to partake in tennis, volleyball, wall ball, badminton, gymnastics and swimming. Currently, I stand up paddle board.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Occasionally.

6. What is the first thing you notice about people? Their personality.

7. What's your eye colour? Green.

8. Scary movie or happy ending? Scary movies all the way.

9. Any talents? I can write, I can draw (although I’m a bit rusty with that), I can stand up paddle board (I’ve only fallen off once, and it was my dog’s fault, shhh), I’m the Professional Dog Photographer at work, and, while I’m there, I’m the Professional Preventer of Attempting K9 Escapees.

10. Where were you born? Born and raised. Floriduh. The Disaster Supreme State.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, drawing, listening to my favorite true crime podcast, getting lost in witchy stuff, spooky things, celestial shit, nature and historical sites, tending to my snake plant Crowley, stand up paddle boarding, spending time with my dogs and fueling my Good Omens obsession.

12. Do you have any pets? Two dogs. Mycroft and Patch.

13. How tall are you? 5’5’’.

14. Favorite subject in school? It was history, science and agriculture.

15. Dream job? The one I’ve got now. I’m a kennel technician responsible for the care and well being of police and military canines. If we’re being unrealistic, I wouldn’t mind working at some historical location or owning my own kennel to help abandoned or lost pets.

No pressure tags: @shadesofdeviant @apocalypticginger-blog @skinnyscottishbloke @spot-o-bodysnatchin @bildads-shoes @ineffabildaddy @sad-chaos-goblin @phoen1xr0se @bluespacetoucan @peachworthy @crowleybrekkers @foolishlovers @justtofollowgaiman @xxxtosoxxx @rainbowcrowley

#the ghost speaks

[flippyspoon]

i just want quiet wounded post-3 bills roped into babysitting holly with steve and then steve walks in on billy carefully following holly's every instruction as to how the carebears are supposed to interact with the cabbage patch dolls at the tea party.

he just peeks in the doorway and billy is sitting awkwardly on a tiny pink chair holding a little teacup saying, “uh which one gets the tulip tea again?”

steve’s heart turns into buttery goo. but it kinda makes sense because holly has no idea what happened with billy -he’s just the boy with the pretty hair who taught her how to dog paddle last summer.

#harringrove

[umblebumble]

Dragon Age: Inquisition Daemons

So here’s another group daemon selection. I make my choices based off of a mix of analysis (The Daemon Forum is my favourite spot, link) and general vibe as well as plot/thematic things. For this, a lot of inspiration has come from fanfiction I’ve read where the daemon choice just makes sense. There will be minor spoilers for these characters personal plot arcs. Please let me know what you think, and share your own headcannons!

*As a note I tend to pick more mammals than anything else and I am working on widening my selections, but I still run very mammal-centric.

Solas - Common Raven. Raven’s are very clever birds and are great problem solvers and strategists. They go after what they want, and while they can roam in groups, they can work on their own as well. They are also mischievous and cocky; they will pull the tail feathers of larger birds to distract them from food or just for fun. This clever, cocky, proud bird is a very good match for our not-so-humble apostate. Thematically, ravens can be seen as death omens since they often eat carrion. However, they are also called ‘wolf birds’ because they have been known to have working relationships with wolves for hunting. Therefore a raven on the shoulder of a wolf would just make sense thematically to me.

Dorian - Scarlet Macaw. Parrots are far too clever for their own good and boredom is their worst enemy. Along with being bright and flashy to match the sparkly mage, their also very loud and opinionated and dramatic about everything just for the hell of it. I think a Macaw would be bold and striking on Dorian’s shoulder, and would have a razor tongue like the mage. However macaws can also be easily stressed and fall into self-destructive behaviour in bad environments. Thematically I think this parrot would have little bald patches hidden under its wings from where it would stress pluck. An interesting healing arc would be the bald patches growing back in as Dorian is accepted for who he is and doesn’t have to hide himself anymore.

Vivienne - Mute Swan. It can be said of water fowl that they appear graceful and serene on the surface but that’s because you can’t see the intricate paddling going on underneath. I feel that summarizes Vivienne well; she is serene and powerful and graceful at first glance, but behind the scenes there’s a lot of work and whispers and gathering of information. Swans are also very strong and assured. They could break bone with the strength of their wings, and they are confident and assured in their place and their power and status. Furthermore, they’re dedicated to their goals and will put in the work to reach them. However, I also like a swan for Vivienne because they mate for life. They are devoted to a single partner, and when that partner dies they mourn heavily. Vivienne appears unruffled and absolutely pristine to everyone around her and that’s because very few are allowed past her mask to see the softer heart inside that loves and then mourns her loved ones.

Iron Bull - Wild hog/Boar. Pigs are very underestimated animals - they appear big and slow, but they are vicious and incredibly intelligent. Pigs are seriously violent and I think this matches Bulls blood-thirsty battle-lust. But like Bull, his daemon would be underestimated; a war machine on the outside but the mind of a great spy on the inside. They’re social animals, and highly adaptable to a range of environments, and they can be very defensive and protective of themselves and those they care about. Overall I think a boar just suits every aspect of Bull visually and thematically.

Cassandra - Ram. *I initially said Mountain Goat but I had meant a Ram/Big Horned Sheep. Usually I headcanon Cassandra with a dog, a hound of some sort, but this was just very interesting and I quite liked it. When looking at a description of a Ram*, I just felt like it spoke for itself: “ Thick-skinned, competitive, and proud... Assertive and quick to put others in their place when they're crossed, definitely the confrontational sort. Highly defensive of their personal projects and themselves. Highly confident, not ones to doubt their abilities... Likely stubborn and highly straightforward, possibly blunt. Possibly planners, probably quite determined and persistent.” Cassandra is a hard-worker, determined and stubborn. She’s definitely the kind to attack a problem head-first, but she does have the capability to be quick, light on her feet and strategic about her approach. Rams are of the sheep family, and thus are very loyal and close to the people that belong in their circle.

Blackwall - Milksnake. Snakes are generally non-confrontational. They don’t pick fights but they will finish them, which is something I can see reflected in Blackwall’s more laid back attitude towards battle than the other warrior companions. Milksnakes are also very adaptable and will do well wherever they are. They’re a mix of solitary and social, they like being around others but also need their own space. They’re also rather internal and have a lot going on inside they don’t let show, not the kind to wear their heart on their sleeve. Mainly I enjoy the thematic meaning of a milksnake. Milksnakes are adapted to mimic a poisonous snake. Their colour pattern is close to that of a much more dangerous snake, and as such they often trick predators into thinking they are something they’re not. I like this thematically for the not-Warden who is pretending to be something much more fearsome than he is.

Sera - Rat. The common rat is an incredibly adaptable, resourceful, hardy creature. They will find a way in whatever circumstances and use whatever they have to their advantage. They are highly social beings and are made to work in groups, in teams and with others - a network much like the Red Jennies or little people. They’re bold, assertive, and even a little aggressive at times.  A rat is seen as vermin and unwanted, but they’re everywhere and are clever and have their little hands in everything. Also, rats are thought of to be tricksters in mythos - the Chinese zodiac being an example of a rat tricking its way to the top. Sera uses her tricky playfulness mainly to pull pranks and cause mayhem, but she also uses it to stick up for others and assert her place in the world.

Varric - Vampire bat. Now I like the headcanon that dwarves don’t have daemons due to Fade-connection stuff and instead have weapons/armour like Armored Bears, but for the sake of argument I wanted to find what his daemon could be. A vampire bat is an unusual animal, and I think it, like Varric, would be the kind of person you don’t easily forget encountering. They are very sensitive, aware animals and are very in-tune with their surroundings and whats going on. They’re very social animals and thrive in groups. They have great communication skills and form close bonds with those they’re close to. Varric would do anything for the people he is closest to, and his natural environment is surrounded by people spinning tales and connecting with others. I think it’s an unusual daemon choice but I also like the idea that its a fun parallel to a surface dwarf - an underground animal, i.e. a rat, but in the sky with wings.

Cole - Unsettled. I think that if Cole did have a daemon, it would be unsettled. He is a spirit and he is in constant state of flux, despite having a central purpose of compassion. And even if he becomes more human, he is very reminiscent of a child learning the world and as such I do not think he would be settled until he becomes more settled in himself. (I do have further headcanon ideas about this spirit-daemon stuff but that may be another post, or a later addition to this one. Let me know if you’re interested)

Leliana - Mongoose. Leliana was harder for me because I don’t know her as well. I didn’t play Origins, but from what I know she was a much younger, more playful, less burdened and jaded person back then. I think this suits a mongoose very well. They can be very inquisitive and open and playful in their youth, unfearful of the wide world and ready to investigate anything to learn more. But as an adult they are more cautious and guarded. Mongoose are incredible predators and are very adaptive, able to take on even snakes that others don’t dare attack. They are more solitary and secretive, and I think an elusive, mysterious mongoose would be a wonderful hint at the fierce power hidden behind the cooler facade of her everyday persona. Brutal, subtle, and unexpected, a mongoose fits the spymaster well as far as I know her.

Cullen - Border Collie. I always knew Cullen would have a dog daemon, it was just a matter of which. He’s loyal and extremely hardworking, and so I decided on herding dogs. I chose Border Collie specifically because of their intelligence, independence and ability to think strategically. This is the kind of dog that will happily take orders and follow command, but will also work on its own to get a job done. Of herding dogs, Border Collies also have the ability to be a bit more ruthless, I feel. They aren’t timid dogs and if left to their own devices could become destructive and rough due to boredom and lack of stimulation. Also, they are predisposed to listen and obey and thus could fall prey to poor leadership (as seen in Kirkwall). Any dog I think could fit for our loyal, hardworking Commander, but I think Border Collie is a good fit. A bit of a farm-boy turned soldier, follower turned commander aesthetic fits thematically with his overall arc.

Josephine - Zebra Longwing. This kind of butterfly is beautiful and poisonous, a perfect combination for our ambassador. Butterfly’s are social creatures and do well around others. Furthermore this kind of butterfly works in groups to achieve its goal, suggesting a calm, diplomatic mind that is good at working with others towards a goal. Furthermore, butterflies are very sensitive and aware creatures; they pay attention to their surroundings and are very intuitive about the environment and others. Lastly, with a slightly toxic nature, these insects warn off predators with their flashy pattern that advertise them as dangerous. I like this because I think Josephine’s daemon would be a great hint at how not-helpless she is, a bit of a giveaway to her power and abilities. Plus I think a pretty butterfly perched like a beautiful broach suits her aesthetic.

#dai #dragon age inquisition #daemons #daemon headcanons #wow that was long #daemon au

[ajt34]

Halftime.

Seeing you for the very first time, walking from your truck, both laughing at the fact that we were there early

Standing in the parking lot and hearing the words “can I kiss you?”, followed by a complete mess of butterflies in my stomach that still haven’t gone away

Rolling around on the bacteria-ridden mats at munches, making new friends and a name for ourselves in the community we longed to be a part of

Standing in your bedroom, sun shining through the blinds of your window as you showed me all of your impact toys

Walking through McNay, choosing pieces of art to collect for our imaginary, multimillion dollar estate-then sharing a moment in a room of pumpkins and mirrors-just me, you, and one very serious security guard

Making homemade pasta together, seeing how patient and encouraging you were as I tried something new and how DELICIOUS it tasted-still one of my favorite meals together

Nailing down our picnic routine, setting up our mini camp and alternating lounging in the sun, eating snacks and floating in the water together, having deep meaningful conversations and also laughing at the silliest things

Practicing strappedo and futomomo over and over again to prepare for the photoshoot, learning so much about ourselves and each other while tying

Being incredibly nervous and scared as you listed each of the things that you loved over the phone, ending with the first time I ever heard “and I love YOU”

Being so comfortable in our bed in Austin, waking up together, and ordering breakfast to our door and when you had to physically pull me out of the bed to get moving for the day

Seeing and feeling your naked body as the warm water of the outdoor shower washed over us (much preferred to the 8,000 max-force-all-angle shower heads inside the other shower!!)

Being very skeptical, and then very impressed after you suspended me from a tree, in the middle of our own personal bamboo forest, with music in the background and feeling completely in tune to each other

Walking through Pedernales, searching for cacti and snakes, having deep conversations and laying together on the warm rocks

Meeting you “secretly” to swim in your pool, with a full moon above us, as 90s r&b played in the air and we are fresh pineapple together

The morning you gave me my collar, in a snuggly warm bed in the cold mountains of Colorado, smelling the fresh leather and holding onto you tightly

Running around very lost and pretty high in the dark at Red Rocks, full of food and buzzing from the music, laughing and completely amazed when we finally found our car

Watching all the muscles in your body ripple and work as we paddled in the clear green water at sunset, teasing you only slightly by splashing you with water and pointing out huge jellyfish

Sitting in an airport, a full setup of electronics, watching rugby and bake off together, alone in our own little world in one of the most crowded places

Figuring out and finding a new routine in your house together, grilling outside (kebabs and okra), baking inside(lemon tart, tarte tatin and not to forget-marshmallow spider web brownies), listening to 90s music, taking a huge bubble bath and snuggling and getting lost in the biggest duvet

Literally any time I catch you talking and/or cuddling with the dogs, or calling one of them “mate” or “my boy”

Watching you, pulling a wagon through your very first pumpkin patch and then being able to carve pumpkins on the porch with my parents, feeling so natural to have all of my favorite people in one place, with the rain falling just a few inches away

Revisiting the spot of our very first date, eating delicious food and reflecting over the 4 months that had passed, speaking of how grateful we are and how much fun we have had

Being able to surprise you, walking through the botanical gardens and talking, watching as you illegally pull leaves from trees just to smell them

Getting all dressed up to eat quite possibly the worst Italian food we have ever had at Luce, wishing we had opted for a burger and fries instead

Playing every game we could find in Dave and Busters, and bragging the whole way through, just to win a stuffed Axolotl…and then explain what an axolotl was to you!

These six months have more memories than I could ever be able to capture in words. But I will do everything to remember the details-the tiny noticeable things that mean the absolute most.

I love you so much.

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Don’t Worry, Be Snappy!

Summary: Amber finds herself stranded on a boat with Mike Weiss…and as anything where Mike is involved, it all gets a little crazy!

Warnings: Bad Language words.

A/N:  As it is past midnight here in the UK here it is!

BEWARE- This is utter, utter nonsense. You’re about to get an insight into exactly how stupid mine and @icanfeelastormbrewing​ ‘s minds and brain storming sessions really are. But it made us laugh, and we hope it makes you laugh too.

Written especially for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for her birthday! Happiest of days to you Ambi, we love you lots!!!

Fic Song: Don’t Worry, Be Happy by Bob Marley 

Now listen to what I said, in your life expect some trouble, when you worry you make it double. But don't worry, be happy, be happy now

 The problem with Mike Weiss is, well, just that he is Mike Weiss. Total crackpot, in more ways than one. Which was why Amber found herself one sunny July afternoon sailing down a literal creek without a paddle as they searched for his pet alligator. Mike had been struck by a sudden idea the previous night that it would be nice to take Snappy to the Everglades- “So he can associate with his own kind, learn so alligator social skills”

Of course, despite Mike’s protests to the contrary, Snappy was instinctively a fucking wild animal. So as soon as Mike had dropped him into the water he had slunk off into the weeds and completely ignored (again, not surprisingly) Mike’s calling of his name.

“Why did you let him go Mike?” Amber groaned, laying back on the bench in the boat.

“I was high, ok?” Mike sighed “Seemed like a good idea.” He chewed the inside of his cheek a little as he glanced around, hands on his hips “Here Snappy, Snappy.” “Yeah, he’s mingling Mike…there’s no fucking way we’re A- gonna find him, or B- he’s gonna come back!” “I love what a positive, always look on the Brightside kinda gal you are.” Mike shot her a look as he steered the boat carefully down the small reed lined stream.

“I’m a realist.” Amber sighed, still looking up at the clouds “You should try it sometime.”

At that point the boat they were on gave a little stutter and Amber sat up to see Mike glancing curiously at the controls.

“Erm…” he looked around “It broke.” “What do you mean it broke?” “Well it was working…” Mike rolled his eyes “And now it’s not.” “Fucks sake…let me try.” Amber sighed. She stood up, shoved Mike out of the way and she turned the key in the ignition. Nothing. With a groan she looked at him, her hands on her hips “I TOLD you we should have taken my fucking canoe.”

She flopped down back into her seat with a growl.

“Someone’s cranky” Mike whispered and Amber glared at him.

“You know what, I am, you’re right.” She pointed at him “You’re a dumb dork, who does dumb dork things, like letting an alligator go free in the middle of the swamp in FUCKING FLORIDA!”

Mike opened his mouth to say something but the sound of another boat engine drew their attention and they both turned. Amber’s eyes were instantly taken by the man steering the boat who was dressed in a white shirt and a dirty pair of jeans. His wind ruffled hair was stuck up slightly and his eyes were hidden by a set of aviators. A small girl with blonde hair sat besides him, a ginger cat on her lap and behind her perched a woman with long, reddy-brown hair, a pair of glasses also over her eyes.

“You guys alright?” the man asked as they pulled up alongside them.

“Yeah, this dumbass managed to strand us here.” Amber jerked her hand over her shoulder.

“Frank did that to us once.” The young girl grinned and the man who had just stopped the boat besides them looked down at her.

“That was the one time my repairs let me down.” He shook his head.

“One time too many.” She quipped.

Amber snorted, “I like you kid.”

The little girl smiled “I’m Mary, this is my uncle Frank and his girlfriend Fliss.”

“Nice to meet you all.” Amber smiled. “I’m Amber and this is Mike.”

“Want me to take a look at it?” Frank asked, nodding to the boat “I do it for a living so…”

“Be my guest.” Mike said, and Frank nodded, heading to the back of his boat.

“So what are you doing here?” Mary asked.

“Mary stop being so nosey.” Fliss sighed.  Mike gave a chuckle.

“We’re looking for my pet alligator…”

“Yeah Idiot Boy here set him loose. Thought he needed some alligator time with other alligators…” Amber rolled her eyes.

“You have a pet alligator?” Mary’s eyes widened. “Frank, can-“ “No.” Frank cut her off as he turned round, a length of rope in his hand.

“It can live in the pool!” Mary pressed

“Absolutely not.” Fliss looked at her and then their attention turned to Mike as he gave a chuckle.

“Can’t keep em in a pool kid, chlorine…not good.” Mary paused and then grinned “We can build him a lake in Monty’s field…” “The hell we can.” Frank snorted.

“Ah go on man, make the little girl happy!” Mike smiled. “They make great pets…”

“Clearly they don’t.” Frank grumbled, looking Mike up and down before he frowned at the man’s ridiculous shirt and trouser combination. Fliss grinned.

“Nice boots” she said, gesturing to Mike’s cowboy specials.

“Thanks!” Mike flashed her a cheeky grin and a wink.

“Shame about the rest of it.” Frank quipped, as he tied a length of rope to the side of the stranded boat, securing it to his own so he could hop over onto the deck.

“You’re calling my outfit out?” Mike scoffed, gesturing with his hand to Frank’s loud yellow and black Hawaiian print shirt “Exhibit A your honour.” “Clearly this is some sort of shit outfit competition.” Amber mumbled.

“I feel you sister.” Fliss grinned “Are you two…erm…together…or…” “Never seen him before in my life.” Amber denied and Fliss laughed.

“What the fuck Amber?” Mike protested.

“He just turns up from time to time when he has the munchies and eats all my Sour Patch Kids.”

“That’s not the only thing I eat.” Mike grinned and Frank let out a snort.

“Yeah, sure.” Amber rolled her eyes before she looked at Fliss and Mary, dropping her voice “He also eats my dog, Tikka’s, food.” “Frank ate one of Fred’s catnip treats once.” Mary said and Frank shrugged, not taking his attention of the engine of the boat.

“I wanted to see what the fuss was about.”

“You were drunk” Mary retorted.

“That was the night you came home saying the leprechauns had stolen your jacket.” Fliss said.

Mike grinned “I see leprechauns a lot.”

Amber shook her head “Jesus Christ…” she mumbled.

“Ok, I see the problem.” Frank smiled, stranding up and turning to Mike “You’re out of fuel.”

Amber blinked as Mike turned to her, giving her a small shrug and an innocent, boyish smile as she exploded “What the…you didn’t think to CHECK?” “I thought they were electric.” Mike shrugged.

“God you’re an idiot…should have brought my canoe.”

“You know, that’s the second time you said that.” Mike looked at her.

“Really, well here’s the third…” She snarked “I. SHOULD. HAVE. BROUGHT. MY. CANOE!”

“Ok, we can give you a tow back.” Frank said, moving back to climb into his own boat. “Get you back to the centre.” “No can do.” Mike shook his head, “Need to find Snappy…” “Yeah, erm…” Fliss pointed to something that was approaching them, a confused expression on her face “I think he may have already found you.” They all turned and as they watched Snappy sail past their boat led on an Alligator shaped pool inflatable, being pushed by an extremely good looking man in a wet suit. He glanced up at them, smiling, his teeth white from behind his beard and he flicked his long hair back out of his eyes.

“Leave no gator behind.” He said simply, as he continued swimming past, Snappy basking on his inflatable.

Amber blinked, looked at the can of coke she was holding and turned to Mike “What the fuck did you put in this?” “Nothing…” “And why am I suddenly cold?” she frowned.

“Cold?” Frank looked at her “It’s like 90 degrees…in the middle of Florida.”

“That may be, but I’m still cold…” she frowned “And why is it going dark…”

****

Amber sat bolt upright, her head colliding painfully with the bunk above her, breathing deeply as she looked around. The light and warmth she had been feeling had been replaced with dark and cold, the blues and greens of Florida swapped for the dark greys and browns of the train…

“Hey…” a familiar voice said and she turned to look at Curtis as he sat up besides her “You ok baby?”

“Yeah, I just had the strangest dream.” She said as her man gently rubbed between her shoulders as she began to explain to him what she’d been dreaming about. He arched an eyebrow, sniggered occasionally and then snorted with laughter, a rare thing for Curtis Everett, when she told him about the inflatable alligator.

“And Mike, Frank, the Diving guy…they looked a bit like you. Which is odd.” She finished shrugging.

“Well I’m clearly on your mind.” Curtis quipped as he lay back, arms folded behind his bed as he gave her a sinful look “And you should be on my face so I can wish you a happy birthday properly.”

Amber grinned and shuffled round to straddle him before she stopped, her hands falling to his chest.

“On one condition.” She smirked.

“What?”

“Take your beanie off first. It gives me a rash.”

#happy birthday sweater #have some nonsense from us #don't worry be snappy #mike weiss #frank adler #ari levinson #curtis everett