#i just realized i do this. i do rhis to my cats

[the-meme-monarch]

wally darling aromantic. proof being he Doesn't kiss he just puts his face near where he intends to kiss and goes "mwah" i do this and i am aromantic

#i just realized i do this. i do rhis to my cats #words from the monarch #i dont quite go 'mwah' but it is a smooch sound #welcome home #anyway that is from a post from clown ! i rhink you can find it on wally's wiki page in the trivia section

[vampirekiller1997]

Im sorry having like a mini breakdown on my tumblr blog. I know rhis is of tumblr brand peoplw to do this. And im overall an extremely private person but im doing A lot of shit all on my own and was force to be pushed to do everything 9n my own bwcauae i am disabled a long time. Im just overall im in a unsafe household(again go figure( and sadly realize my famiky memember im stuck with rn for this long had me finacially looped (againn but this time) with her backpay rent which was why she added me back on her lease. So it falls on BOTH of us. So me moving like before school or at least the next 2 momths does not exist till like march. And she knew i was trying to move end of the year. It actuallt been more tense becauae im hyper aware rhat she is pretty much one of my ptsd triggers. So im pretty much isolated in my room or where my cat is. .she already can barely watch my cat when im at work/school

that I find every reason to not be home or where it just dq and I by ourselves. And no i dont have no other family. She is litsrally only blood family i have left. Like once i move out i will no longer have consitent contact of anyone in ny family. Like Maybe My yoinger sister still...MAYBE but she atill pretends i dont exist and our relationship is fake af... I have a support system but like everyone is all over . And it ig onlne can only do so much at times. It like very isolating. Like i love my friends but a lot of my local ones dont reallt think to offer if i want to hang. It like "oh shean is always busy" and i think it also my fault because i can be very gaurded with peeople and i like iy does hurt my feelings people are at times imitated/nervous by me. I feel i have opened up a lot more as becoming more approcAble and juat warming up to people which i dont do easily....

Like meeting people irl and all is easier but when they get to know me ig im too weird or not a token so im inadsvertly ostrrascized

My classmates already find me very weird and imimated by me in my art program im grateful for my 3 classmates who are awesome and are chill me being not normal lol and on top i get hypersexualized by gamer nerds...

but it sucks that one classmate is the ONLY person who keeps me involved in my school dev team.. ya know our team that we are stuck with eachother till janurary :) no one talks to me. Or i get looked weird for idk not masking in class

I just need hug tbh and someone is actually proud of me becauaw this is just a lot to take in ;_;

[terushimooo]

ALL THAT GLITTERS…

Racoon shifter!Iwaizumi x fem!reader

A/n: Uh oh! Look at the tiimmmeee?! Guess who’s turn it is to host the annual April fools fic prank <3. That’s right! It’s meeeee. You guys thought I was done with Rhi’s—but I’m back!!!! 2/3!!!

THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY LOVELY WIFE @iwaasfairy​!!! ILYSM!!!!

W/c: 1k

T/w: ballstomping, racoon shifter Iwa, ball biting, subby Iwa, crying Iwa, Iwa calls you mommy multiple times, pet play, collaring, m-monster fucking?, (please lmk if I missed any!! To the 3 of you that will read this LOL).

DNI IF YOU VALUE YOUR SANITY!!!!! THIS PIECE IS WILD!!! I’m telling you right now, THIS IS A JOKE. AN APRIL FOOLS PRANK. DO NOT AT ME FOR THIS MONSTROSITY LMAAOOO. Also, as per usual, completely unedited.

It started with high school, with the emergence of Oikawa’s fame. At first, it was a slow progression of distancing. Late nights in the gym, club activities that ran long, trips that took him away from your hometown for days at a time. You know you shouldn’t be greedy—and you weren’t. Not until college. Not until your childhood friend, the man you’ve loved your whole life decides to follow his best friend across the world.

That was the moment you realized your place within Iwaizumi’s life, that it was much less than you thought.

So when he returns, sitting in front of your door atop of his luggage, the shock painting your features could not possibly be more evident.

“Hey,” he mumbles beneath his breath, sandpaper tongue coming out to lick at his lips. “Long time no see, huh.”

If not for the grip you have on the frame of your door, you might’ve fallen to the floor. It’s only been a few years, but the already aged man now seems to show his age even more.

“What’s the matter?” His deep voice breaks you out of your trance. Iwaizumi seems to be growing impatient. “Cat got your tongue?”

The man before you is not at all the man you remember.

He’s bolder, bigger, more intimidating… and yet, there’s something else, something… weaker.

It’s obvious to tell by the way he bows his head, shrugging his shoulders and subtly twiddling his thumbs. You can’t help but notice the way his flighty eyes dash up and down to the pendant hanging around your neck, glittering brilliantly against the planes of your skin.

This necklace holds great significance for the two of you, it’s what brought you two together. Oikawa always did say that Iwa loved shiny objects, and at first, you never knew why.

It’s almost intoxicating, having this much power over the man you’ve sought after your entire life.

To anyone else, Iwaizumi’s behaviour might seem a bit weird—him even being here—especially without Oikawa, is more suspicious than anything.

So the question remains, what is it that he wants? What does Iwaizumi think he can get from you? What do you have that no one else can provide?

The answer is simple—the man you know and love, the one you’ve grown up and shared all your most intimate moments with—well, he’s not really a man.

Staring back at you is none other than a fat, fluffy, grumpy looking man who can show his true form to you—who can and does transform right before your eyes into none other than the raccoon shifter you’ve cared for almost religiously. If you had to guess, based on the fact he’s been around since your birth, and that his fur is more grey than anything else—you’d say that Iwaizumi is well into his Racoon sixties (although he refuses to confirm or deny such allegations).

You gasp in shock at his transformation, at his blatant disregard to the time of day or obvious location in which he sought to reveal his true self.

He’s more reckless than you remember, just so desperate to have his fat, furry balls beneath your feet, curb stomped into the wooden planks beneath his paws.

“Please,” he begs, eyes wide and watering. “I need it. I need it so bad. It’s been so long.”

You almost feel bad for Iwaizumi, the racoon groveling at your feet, slimy tongue licking feverishly at the gunk between your toes. He knows this is your favourite, he knows you like when he brings that gunk up to share with you.

Iwaizumi is on his best behaviour, that much is clear to see.

He follows you wordlessly, small whimpers and needy whines being the only things leaving his lips as you bring him inside, tucking his luggage just inside the doorway and lifting his form up to suck on his fat, racoon shifter balls.

Iwaizumi cries in pleasure as you bite down on his throbbing sack. He almost shifts back as the pleasure consumes his body.

“M-more!” He whines. “Harder!”

“More?”

“Y-yes! Bit me harder mommy!”

And you do. You dig your teeth deep into his fatty balls, limp cooks slapping gently against your face as it jumps in temporary pleasure.

You laugh at the way poor racoon iwa squirms in pleasure, pleased with the fact he cant hold back anymore, cumming all over your face before shifting back and falling to the floor.

“T-thank you mommy! I love you mommy!”

Iwaizumi is whimpering and gasping wildly for breath—just the way you like him.

But it’s not enough.

Both of you need more.

So that’s exactly what you give him.

Before Iwa can utter another word you’re jumping onto his limp sack, balls squishing readily between your teeth as you land roughly on his old, wrinkling genitals.

“MOMMY!!” He cries, tears pouring freel down his cheeks as he tries to push you off.

As Iwaizumi lays there helplessly beneath your feet, he can’t help but think you’re the most beautiful like this, glittering wildly through his tear stained eyes—the thing he loves most.

Iwaizumi’s feeble protests are all for nothing as you render his body useless, jumping over and over again until Iwa is cumming all over again onto your feet.

Then, and only then, is when you step off, when you wordlessly command Iwa to once again lick at your toes, sucking his cum from your filthy, unwashed feet/

“Good boy,” you praise, eyes soft and loving to your beautiful baby  boy (who is actually 60+), your wonderful and loyal pet.

Even with tears and snot dripping down his face and onto the floor, Iwaizumi still knows his place—he knows how to behave. “Thank you mommy!” He responds, scurrying off quickly to get what he needs the most; a cute pink “princess” collar in his teeth.

Iwaizumi hummus with content as you tighten it gently around your neck, patting his head gently before instructing him to wait for you in his custom cage, a cage you’ve been keeping nice and tidy for the day he returns.

Where before you felt nothing but betrayal for the absence of Iwaizumi—and the disappearance of your pet racoon—now you feel satisfied, powerful.

The fact remains, Iwa may love Oikawa more than you—but you, and you alone—you’re the only one who can give him what he really needs.

Fairy, don’t lie, I know you like this.

HAHAHHAHAH

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!!!!!

(Please don’t block me :LMAO: :LLMMAAOO:)

Additionally

Here’s how I picture racoon shifter iwa

PG version

NSFW version

#cursed.lee #lee writes

[seijorhi]

asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

#ask #anon #rhi answers #ohh so many asks #i love you guys <33 #fic q's

[kerra-and-company]

Rhi’s interview

Next up: the sylvari sprout who’s planning on tagging along with their mom to Cantha. Without her knowledge. This will definitely only go well.

Rhi time!

OC Interview: Rhianyi

Draw (or use an old drawing, don’t worry!) or take a screen of your character in an interview setting and make them answer the following questions! 

INTRODUCTION

1. Can you introduce yourself?

I’m Rhianyi, if you want my full name, but Rhi’s fine. I don’t have any titles.

2. What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status? 

You better not be publishing this in a magazine or something, mysterious interviewer person. Enby, no idea but I haven’t had a crush on anyone yet, and single.

3. Where and when were you born? 

Early 1331 A.E., Sun’s Refuge, Jahai Bluffs. Born almost on the dot at 6 in the evening, by the way, so no one can agree if I’m a Duskbloom or a Nightbloom.

4. What is your weapon of choice and fighting style? 

Rifle or greatsword. I’m a warrior, and I’ve been told I fight like my dad. So if you’re really curious, ask him if there’s a name for whatever way that is.

5. Lastly, are you happy? 

Life’s never perfect, but generally speaking? (They smile.) Yes, I am.

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

1. What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

In my experience, the only people who haven’t heard of my parents are either children or have been hiding under a rock for the past ten years. That comes of being the child of one of the former Pact Marshals, an ex-criminal sylvari who did a number of notable crimes, and the Commander. I don’t care for the spotlight, but I love my parents and wouldn’t ever trade them for anyone else.

I know you’ve heard of my big sister Aurene, but she’s fantastic, too, and so are my twin little siblings, who just awakened this year. (They frown.) They have been teaching me lessons in chaos, though, and please do not give Ia anything explosive. Or give Tev knives. I’ve only done the second one but both are bad ideas.

2. Have you ever ran away from home? 

(Their smile droops just a little, but they speak brightly.) Nope!

3. Would you consider marriage or having children? 

Maybe. I haven’t really thought too much about that yet.

4. Do you secretly hate one of your friends? 

Why would I?

5. Which friend knows everything about you? 

She’s my sister, but she’s my friend too, so--Aurene.

ASKED BY FANS

1. Are you literate? Have you been to school?

Yes, I’m literate. And no, I’ve been homeschooled by my family. I would just say my parents, but it’s also my uncles and aunt and several of their friends, so...

2. The eeriest prediction you made that later came true? 

Nothing yet, but don’t jinx it.

3. What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

That other species don’t grow as fast as I do. (Their mouth twists.) It’s...not bad, but it makes things hard sometimes.

4. Do you have mental health or physical issues? 

I’m colorblind. And I can’t do bright lights. Sun’s Refuge is great, but the open desert? Not so much. Sunglasses are excellent, though.

5. What is your current main goal? 

I know adventures are dangerous, but I’d still like to have one--on my own terms.

CHOICES

1. Drink or food?

Drink? You need water to live, so if I had to pick one...

2. Cats or dogs? 

Cats. (They grin.) But if you ever ask my little sister, she’ll say dogs. She adores Mom’s fern hound, and it’s very cute.

3. Early bird or night owl? 

Night owl.

4. Optimist or pessimist? 

Can I pick realist?

5. Sassy or sarcastic? 

More the second than the first.

HAVE YOU EVER

1. Been caught sneaking out?

Yes. I’m better at it now.

2. Broke a bone? 

Almost, but luckily no.

3. Received flowers? 

No.

4. Ghosted someone? 

(They look uncomfortable.) No.

5. Pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get? 

Only once. (They giggle.) And I don’t think I did it very well because my pretend laugh made Ren actually laugh.

Tagging: Just doing more of these for fun, but if you’re inclined to do one, consider yourself tagged and go for it! :D

#gw2 #rhianyi #side note: 'ren' is what they call nisha #in place of mom or dad #and they're also probably going to be my second character to walk through the entire story because i really want them to be caught up #by the time eod comes around #also they don't mention it here #but they're about the equivalent of a 16-year-old right now #they be Small #and their parents haven't been super overprotective #but they do try to make sure all the kids are monitored whenever possible #and rhi really wants to go off on their own #which isn't *really* safe #so they've decided on stowing away to cantha because they can be like 'well mom YOU'RE here so clearly i have supervision' #but it's their idea #it's not the most logical thing in the world #but it boils down to the fact that #they want an adventure and don't want their mom to leave #so they go with her #they're a kid but they're trying #anyways i just went on a tag ramble alsksl;dfa please enjoy

[witchofmorena]

@merthurlocked we talked about this and I finally wrote it :) Hope you enjoy it, Rhi  💚

Lambert was on a roof in Kear Morhen, relaxing after a long morning of training when he noticed three figures approaching the gates. Two figures, a horse and a man with white hair were familiar, the last one, was unfamiliar so Lambert figured this must be the bard they all heard about from Geralt (the white haired man). He ran to the gates happy to see his brother tho he’d never admit it. 

“Geralt, you bastard!“Lambert screamed in Geralt’s face as he pinned him to the ground, Geralt struggled and the two started wrestling”You’re the last one to arrive, gramps. Aiden, one of cats, and Coen, the last Griffin, are here - I brought kitty and Eskel brought....Coen“ Lambert’s antics brought a smile to older witcher’s face, but when he heard of cat his smile was replaced with a scowl. Geralt didn’t wish to have his bard anywhere near cats.

“The keep will be full this winter, huh?“They kept wrestling on the snow covered ground. Geralt decided it was enough playing and pinned Lambert to the floor, not letting him get free.”Let us go to the stables and leave Roach there,”Lambert opened him mouth ready to tease his brother” yes she’s also called Roach you little shit,”Lambert smirked” and then we’ll come up to the dining room to say hi before we bath...“Geralt looked at his companion and realized that he’d much rather meet others clean ”Actually, we’ll bath and then meet others. Ask Eskie to warm us a bath, will you puppy?“Lambert huffed at the nickname, but didn’t throw any insults back, merely stood, nodded and went to tell Eskel of Geralt’s request and news of a not-witcher staying with them.

After the bath, Jaskier was very nervous - how would other wolf witchers like him? Would the other two, not-wolves, like him or hate his guts just cause he was human? And most importantly how would Geralt’s mentor react to him? Considering all his clothes were dirty from road, he borrowed a shirt from Geralt “What better way to show you’re mine?” which Jaskier made blush, he was still unused to Geralt’s casually affectionate comments like that. 

As soon they were in the dining room, Geralt hugged other two wolves - Eskel and his mentor - and the Griffin, Coen Jaskier recalled. He stood awkwardly on the side, unusually shy and not trying to bring attention to himself.

“Cat”, Geralt’s tone was neutral. Jaskier knew the last witcher, tho he didn’t know he was a cat - the man was just too lovely and full of life, nothing like the stories and rumors portrait cat witchers.”Lambert mentioned he brought you“

“White wolf!“ The friendly tone of cat’s voice brought a smile to bard’s face,”I wanted to speak with you a few months ago, but I forgot what it was about....I’m Aiden by the way, I don’t think we ever met“ cat had a smile which, Jaskier and all other witchers could see, annoyed Geralt.

“Call me Geralt, Aiden...“ Geralt finally shook hands with cat after spending a few minutes glaring at him.”Everyone meet Jaskier, my bard“ Jaskier took that as a signal to move and stand next to Geralt, who wrapped an arm around his shoulders making Jaskier blush again. He smiled nervously and waved.”Jask, meet Vesemir“,the witcher who was obviously oldest simply nodded “Eskel” the witcher with terrible scarring on his face smiled, Jaskier thought his smile was gorgeous,”Coen the Griffin“ the seemingly young man with dark skin and sad eyes waved to Jaskier,”and Aiden-“ 

“I know Aiden“, Jaskier interrupted Geralt mid-sentence,”he was the first witcher I ever met, tho I didn’t know it then I do now“ Jaskier flashed cat a teasing smirk,”besides, Geralt, don’t you think it’d be strange if I didn’t remember a lover? Especially a good one?“ Jaskier left out a part that Aiden was one of his first male lovers. Geralt and Lambert both got a little angry, tho Geralt’s anger quickly dissipated when he felt bard snuggling into his side and hugging him back. 

“I remember you as well little bird!“ Aiden had a look of a cat that caught a canary.”This is rather pleasant surprise-“

“Dinner’s ready, get to table to eat!“ apparently Vesemir wasn’t in the mood to watch everyone piss off Lambert - that pup had such a short fuse. At the table witchers had a specific place each, with the obvious exception of Aiden who sat next to Lambert (it helped calm him down a bit), so bard sat between Geralt and Coen. The food was a little too...bland, so Jaskier took out spices and added them to his food. He offered them to others, it was only polite to do so, and Aiden took one of mildest spices claiming he likes a tiny bit of fire in his food and thanking Jaskier for sharing. 

“I wanna some spice too“, Geralt, Eskel and Vesemir sighed heavily - their bratty puppy would never learn,”the strongest one you have“ yup, he never was gonna learn.

“Lambert, you can’t eat spicy“ Eskel tried to remind him,”remember what hep-“

“You’re not my mother Eskel“ Lambert was being stubborn so Eskel left him alone.”Besides, unlike you I can and love to eat spicy”

“I have some grounded chily peppers...hmmm...AHA! Here they are!“ Jaskier passed spice (much milder then chily, rather it was tiny bit stronger then the one bard gave to Aiden) to Lambert, who put a bit into his food.”Coen?”

“No, thanks - I and spices don’t mix well“, Coen had a kind smile on his face. Jaskier’s eyes lit up with understanding After all witchers do have heighten senses he thought so of course most spices are just too hot. He remembered an incident with Geralt, when man was too tired and Jask didn’t know he didn’t like spicy so just passed him the same thing he had for dinner and man cried in pain, Jaskier got him milk from kitchen and he rejected food after that, just went straight to sleep.

“How about sweets-“ Jaskier was cut off by a cry in pain - Lambert took a bite and the food had too much heat, too much spice. Lambert was jumping around with his mouth open and fanning at it with his hands. Eskel got goat milk - Jaskier didn’t see him leave to get it, too immersed in the ruckus Lambert was making over a tiny bit of fairly mild spice - passing it to the stubborn pup in pain. Lambert downed the pitcher of milk quickly, but tears didn’t stop, nor did his tongue, taste buds (if he was honest he’d say his entire mouth) and his throat stop hurting.”Lambert? Are you okay?“ Jaskier was trying so hard to be concerned, but he was far too entertained by Lambert’s reaction.

“He’s fine” Vesemir said, Geralt, who didn’t look up from his food, Eskel, who joined dinner once again, Coen, who was evidently also amused, all nodded. 

“He just wanted to show off - tho I’m uncertain“, Aiden teased Lambert,”just for whom? For me, in an attempt to flatter me? or for you in an attempt to make me jealous?“ Aiden couldn’t keep the smug smile off his face when Lambert growled at all of them and pushed the food away, not interested in it anymore. The blush on his cheeks was no longer from the spice, but from embarrassment. All witchers seemed happy to tease Lambert, who just insulted them in turn. While they were trading barbs, Jaskier sneaked back to where his stuff were and brought back a pie, wanting to apologize to Lambert. When he put it in front of witchers, Lambert sniffed it, suspicious and wondering if there are some hidden spices inside.

“Go on, try it“ Jaskier encouraged them “I didn’t put any spices there“ Geralt dug into the food, eating it and moaning in appreciation. Vesemir, Eskel and Coen followed his lead, quickly devouring the pie while Aiden ate much slower, savoring each bite. Eventually, after he downed another pitcher of goat milk and pain fully dissipated, Lambert didn’t join in. He wrapped the piece of pie into a napkin, probably for later. It was raspberry pie - Jaskier picked that one cause it was Geralt’s favourite and was happy to see others enjoying it.”Lambert?”

“I’ll eat it in the morning“ was the short sulky reply to Jaskier’s question. Jaskier resolved to never hand him any kind of spice ever again since it obviously ruins the man’s appetite and causes him pain....the same couldn’t be said about Aiden and Geralt....who stopped pranking him with spicy food after the third time Vesemir had to deal with a puppy that rejected food for 3 days and made them both train more and wash all dishes for two weeks...after that they made deal that food is off-limits for pranking - all else however? Go right ahead

#geraskier #lambert x aiden #jaskier x aiden in past #eskel #coen #vesemir #strangely enough i have no comments to put in tags... #my stuff

[chubberbaria]

(Attic) How about Laslow being a taste tester for some of the army's chefs? (Charlotte, Peri, Selena, Baria lol) Not that any know he's helping the others

this one is a long one, so putting it under the cut. 

Laslow groaned, his stomach was gurgling something fierce. Wandering the castle, he felt he might just keel over from hunger. It had been a few days of Xander giving the army a tighter regime on their diets, and well, Laslow wasn’t taking it too well. 

To be taking in less calories- and elss sweets, it was a whole other thing to adjust to. He sighed heavily, missing the sweet taste of chocolate cake, the savoury juice of a rare steak, the salty texture of garlic bread. Just the thought was making his mouth water. 

Then, he could smell something come from the kitchen. Of course, he couldn’t help but peek in a little. What he saw was a frusterated Charlotte, she had her hands on her generous hips as she looked at her cupcakes. No doubt, she made them for Corrin. More reason to sucker up to them. 

“Miss Charlotte?” Laslow announced his enterance, “My, what have you here? it smells absolutely darling.” He remarked, coming in behind her. 

Charlotte jumped slightly, then looked to laslow with a sugar sweet look. ‘Why Laslow! Just the person I was looking for- here.” her movements were abrupt and stilted, probably because she was rather huffy. 

Laslow looked at the cupcake shoved into his face, “Can you please try it? I can’t tell what’s wrong with it- is there anything wrong with it?” She asked. 

Laslow eyed the confectionary, then took it. A taste tester eh? Well, he wasn’t complaining, free food was free food. 

Rather happily, Laslow took a bite of the cupcake. He sighed contently to finally have food in his system, the sugar tingled at his tounge and the flavour of the strawberry icing exploded in his mouth. 

“Mm, it tastes good but could be a bit more moist.” Laslow suggested as he finished the treat. “The icing is rather sweet as well, blocks out the flavour of the cake. “ 

Charlotte thought, “that’s exactly what I was thinking... Thank you Laslow!” she smiled, pecking his cheek and causing him to blush. “Hey~ Can you maybe stay and continue taste testing for me?” She asked winking. 

“I-It would be my pleasure!” Laslow said happily. 

++

The next time Laslow found himself in the kitchen, it was because of Peri.

She had dragged him there because Peri wanted to make a feast for Lord Xander, being the sugar sweet retainer she was. This left Laslow as the taste tester, since she claimed “Laslow understands Lord Xander more than I!” He didn’t argue, Peri’s baking was phenominal. 

the problem came, with how stuffed he was. 

She made him try at least 3 different cakes, 5 diffferent pies, and 4 different custards. Now his stomach ached, full of sugar, and pushing against his belt. Laslow groaned as he saw peri bring him yet another dessert, this time creme puffs. 

“This one next Lazzy!” She giggled, placing it on his lips. 

Laslow tried to not whine as he ate it, “Just perfect...” he managed, his stomach growled in pain. He tried to rub the dome like surface in order to calm it. 

Peri hummed, “Well, if you say so!” She said happily before going back to baking. 

Laslow sighed, after what Charlotte did to him last week, he might have to look into getting bigger trousers... 

++

“Just try it!” 

“You’re sure you haven’t poisioned it? Added anything that could make me feel like dying?” 

“What- No! Gods you’re idiotic! Just try it PLEASE!” 

Laslow sighed, though felt a bit triumphant that he got Selena of all people to beg. He smiled a bit as he took the piece of chocolate and popped it into his mouth. 

“Mm... very cocoa-y... What does Lady Camilla like? If she doesn’t like sweet than it’s good.” Laslow remarked, he crossed hs arms ove rhis much softer chest. Laslow was thankful his mercenary outfit was rather baggy... though one could definitely tell he had a belly forming. 

“She likes sweet... Dammit i thought I had it this time.” Selena huffed, going back to the drawing board. “take the rest of the chocolates, give them to your boyfriend or something.” 

Laslow blushed, ‘I-I don’t have a boyfriend,”

“Sorry, are they a girl? I’ve never talked to them I can’t honestly tell.” 

Laslow blinked a few times. Rather dumbly as he was trying to register just what she meant by ‘boyfriend’ or girl? He was sure he didn’t hang around anyone but Owain and Xander He frowned a bit, but took the chocolates none the less. They were rather good after all. 

++

The hour was late, Laslow was placed on nightly duty. Mainly because Xander deemed it as punishment for his skirt chasing, as well as the weight he had gained. It was really showing now, the way his muffin top spilled over his belt and how his pants squeezed his thicker thighs. 

Laslow really couldn’t help it. Most of the chefs in the castle saw him as the best source for taste testing. He wasn’t srue why, but he never argued. Laslow loved sweets, and getting to see such lovely ladies happy was always a treat for him. 

As Laslow made his rounds, he frowned as he noticed a light was on in the kitchen. Who was up at such an hour? 

He rounded the corner, hand resting on his hilt just in case. What he saw was Baria, a rather new recruit to the Norhian army. But it seemed he was percariously perched on a chair, trying to get the caramel on the top shelf. 

Laslow cleared his throat, much like a cat, Baria jumped and toppled over from the chair. Laslow couldn’t help but chuckle a little before approaching. 

“Baria, what are you doing at such an hour?” He inquired. 

A groan came in response, Laslow came to Baria flat on his back. Looking up at Laslow from the floor, “Just... Some late night baking.” He sighed, Laslow wondered what made Baria always get such a far off look when talking to him. 

“Baking? Why couldn’t you have done it earlier in the day?”

“Because then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

Baria got back on his feet quickly, looking up at Laslow still from his rather short stature. He brushed himself off and smile. “though, the surprise is rather ruined now, isn’t it?” 

Laslow blinked, ‘Surprise?” 

“I was baking you ginger snaps.” 

Laslow was rather surprised by this, he and Baria were rather close. But he didn’t realize the man would make cookies for him. it was rather thoughtful, and he appreciated it immmensly. 

“Oh... Well, thank you... Why would you make me ginger snaps?” 

Baria blushed, Laslow frowned. “Just thought you’d like them.” He said warmly, going back to his baking. 

Laslow wasn’t sure what he meant by this, but he knew that he should try and keep the other company because of it. 

[sceptilemasterr]

“Reunion,” an Endless Summer fanfic

Title: “Reunion”

Fandom: Choices: Endless Summer

Main Pairing: Sean x Taylor (gender not stated)

Other Pairings: Grace x Aleister, Craig x Zahra, Diego x Varyyn

Genre: Romance, Vaanu Ending Override (this is a genre now because I said so!)

Warnings: Mild swearing

Summary: “If you love someone, let them go. For if they return, they were always yours.” During a group reunion party on La Huerta a year later, the old memories come rushing back. Sean and the others are invited to Elyys’tel for a Vaanti ceremony...

Note: A gift for the Sean Gayle fans out there! Yes, I know I’m 3 days late for the ESAPW Sean day, but I’m writing it anyway. It has some Grace x Aleister (”Graleister?”) moments too, so...it counts? Kinda? Either way, enjoy!

Sean re-read the letter twice before he rolled it up and stuck it into his back pocket.  He’d spent the entire flight in composing the perfect letter to Taylor; whether they’d actually be able to somehow read it or not, Sean had wanted to do something meaningful. He was still debating whether he’d set the letter adrift at sea in a bottle, or burn it and let the embers escape into the sky. Maybe Quinn would have an idea. She understood that sort of thing a lot better than he did.

Stepping off the Rourke-Hall International plane onto the familiar dirt runway, Sean was suddenly hit by an intense flood of memories. Behind him, Grace and Aleister descended as well, hand-in-hand. “Sean, are you alright?” asked Grace.

Sean shook his head to clear it and looked back at her. “Thanks, Grace, but I’m okay. Just memories.”

“Such is to be expected,” said Aleister. “Nevertheless, memories can be good or bad, depending on one’s outlook.”

“Bit of both, I guess,” said Sean, shrugging. “Come on, let’s head up to The Celestial. Hopefully it won’t be abandoned this ti--”

The roaring of an engine overhead cut him off, and the three of them turned to see a small private jet, wobbling unsteadily through the air, coming straight toward them! “Whoa! Watch out!” shouted Sean, grabbing Grace and Aleister by the arms and yanking them off of the runway. They watched as the plane did a barrel roll, overshot the runway, then swooped down low, skimming the tops of the jungle trees before flying back into the air. It did a full loop around The Celestial before coming in on a vector right toward the runway. It narrowly missed clipping the RHI plane before bouncing twice on its landing gear, finally coming to a stop a few feet away from the control tower. Somehow, impossibly, without a single scratch.

Sean, Grace, and Aleister looked at each other for a moment, and then Aleister said, “Ah. It appears Jacob has arrived.”

At that, the three of them couldn’t help but break down into laughter.

“Bro, I think I’ll fly with you on the way back, thanks,” Craig was saying to Aleister some time later. The whole group had all trickled in on this plane or that plane, until now all eleven of them were seated around a large table in The Celestial for brunch. Furball sat curled up in Quinn’s lap, licking the frosting off of a cupcake she was feeding him. “I felt like I was gonna puke!”

Jake laughed. “What’s the matter, can’t handle a few basic maneuvers? I’ll have you know that was all on purpose.”

“Pfft. ‘Maneuvers,’ my ass,” muttered Zahra. “And Craig, you did puke. On the window. It was disgusting.”

“How was I supposed to know the windows didn’t open?”

“It’s a PLANE.”

“...So?”

Aleister put his face in his hands as Grace rubbed his back soothingly. “The ignorance. It burns...” he muttered.

Sean was only half focusing on the conversation. His eyes were constantly drawn toward the twelfth chair, the empty one they had all placed between himself and Diego. Diego noticed him looking at it and flashed a reassuring smile. “I know. ‘Eleven Catalysts’ doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it?” he asked.

Sean nodded. “Yeah. They made the right call. I just wish... I just wish we’d had more time. To say goodbye.”

Diego leaned across the empty seat to pat Sean’s shoulder. “We all do, but probably you more than anyone. I guess...well, Varyyn told me about a tradition the Vaanti have. They climb to the highest branch of Elyys’tel, and toss leaves containing messages for their departed loved ones into the wind. They say if you listen closely, you can hear a reply on the breeze blowing through the boughs.”

Sean took in Diego’s words. “That’s....” He swallowed hard. “That’s beautiful. D’you think he’d let us do that?”

“Sean, of course he would! Why do you think I suggested we go to Elyys’tel tonight, anyway?”

Sean broke into a grin and pulled Diego into a tight hug. “You’re the best, Diego. Damn, I’ve missed you.” He stopped, and looked around at the others at the table, smiling at each and every one of them. “I’ve missed all of you.”

“What, even me, bro?” asked Craig.

Zahra punched Craig playfully. “He sees us every day, dumbass. You know what he meant.”

“Oh yeah. I knew that!”

“Mmmmrl!” squeaked Furball, leaping up onto the table and knocking over the stack of waffles on Estela’s plate. She glared at the blue fox for a few seconds before breaking down and smiling, unable to stay mad at the adorable creature for long.

Quinn giggled. “Furball says he missed everyone too! And I agree with him!” She smiled sweetly and added, “Let’s not wait another year to have a group reunion, huh?”

Michelle nodded. “Amen to that, girl!”

A sudden slam from the direction of the front doors made everyone look up. “What was that?!” demanded Estela, leaping to her feet and dropping into a combat stance, butter knife in one hand.

Diego sighed. “Not again. It’s just the Vaanti, Estela, calm down. How many times do I have to tell them...uh, be right back, guys.” He jumped out of his seat and sprinted into the lobby. Estela dropped the knife and sat back in her chair, relaxing a fraction.

The rest of the group stared after him in confusion. “Well, that’s a thing that happened,” said Raj. “Anybody want any more waffles?” Silence. “Just me then? Oooooookay, be right back.” He stood up and wandered over to the buffet line.

From the lobby, Diego’s voice drifted into the dining area. “I asked Varyyn to tell everyone, no need for battering rams! Just knock normally next time!”

“We apologize, Canis, Consort of the Elyyshar.” The doors opened and Diego entered, along with two Vaanti carrying a massive tree-trunk between them.

“Uh...what’s with the log?” asked Michelle.

Diego waved her question off, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “Just...uh...a little confusion. Point is, finish your plates, because we’re heading to Elyys’tel!”

Raj was walking back to the table at that moment, a massive stack of waffles on his plate. Craig’s eyes widened at the sight and he jumped out of his chair, sprinting over to the buffet table. “Bet you 50 bucks I can eat more!” he shouted.

“Craig, no, c’mon--” Sean started to say.

“You’re on, dude!” Raj shouted back, taking a seat and drizzling his waffles with syrup.

Diego sighed and sat down. “On second thought, this brunch might take longer than I thought...” he said. “Uh... so, anyone seen any good movies, lately?

After about another hour of watching Craig and Raj wolf down waffles, and another couple of hours trekking through the jungle, the eleven Catalysts finally broke through the treeline and emerged at the base of Elyys’tel. Varyyn was standing at the entrance, flanked by Seraxa and three other Vaanti warriors. The elyyshar broke into a massive grin when he spotted the group. “My friends! Welcome! Diego had told me you were coming. This is a joyous occasion!” He waved the warriors and escorts away and raced forward, pulling Diego into a bear hug that lifted him straight off of the ground, spinning him around before setting him back down. He straightened and looked at the others, one by one. “I am delighted to see you all once again. Come!”

As the Catalysts followed Varyyn into the city proper, Sean noticed Seraxa following, looking him up and down appraisingly. “Aquila. It is a joy to see you again.”

Sean smiled. “You, too, Seraxa.” He looked around at their surroundings, admiring the extensions and additional levels and structures that had been added to the city since the last time he had been to the island. “I like what you’ve all done with the place.”

“We had a lot of help. The workers that Cygnus and Serpens provided to us have been most useful, especially since we lost so many warriors in battle with the Hydra.” It took Sean a few moments to realize she was referring to Grace and Aleister.

“Kee-la! Hi!” shouted a small voice. Sean bent down and scooped Taari up into his arms, laughing.

“Whoa! You’ve gotten bigger!” he observed as the Vaanti boy giggled.

“Yep! I’m gonna be a warrior soon! Rar!”

Sean set the boy down. “Wow, you sure are scary!” Then he glanced over at Seraxa. “Warrior? But there’s no one left here to fight...”

“Shh. Don’t tell him that,” replied the war chief.

Taari suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking around at the rest of the group. “Kee-la, where’s Dromma? Are they back from their trip yet? I wanna say hi!”

The entire group stopped in its tracks. Seraxa’s eyes widened suddenly. “Oh! Uh...Andromeda has gone a very far way away. They are still on their long journey, but the other Catalysts have come back in the meantime!”

“That’s not true! I saw Dromma yesterday!”

Seraxa laughed halfheartedly and patted Taari’s head. “I’m sure you did. Run along and play now, I want you at your best for the Wind Talking ceremony tonight!”

Taari pouted. “Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“Aww.... Oh well. Bye, Cat-a-lissus!” He waved at the others and scampered off across a bridge.

An awkward silence followed this exchange. Sean, finally, was the first one to break it. “...What did you tell him about Taylor?” he asked.

Seraxa shook her head, a faint dark green tinge visible on her cheeks. “I told him that Andromeda is on a long journey with Vaanu. I did not wish to burden him with sorrow at such a young age. I...neglected to mention this earlier. I apologize.”

“No need to worry, Seraxa. I get it. It was a little awkward, but I get it.” Sean pushed his thoughts of Taylor out of his mind and put on a smile. “So! Who’s up for some wind-disc later?”

“Diego and I accept your challenge!” Varyyn called out from the front of the group.

“Whoa, I never agreed--” stammered Diego.

“Fine, then I’m with my bro!” declared Craig. “Let’s do this!”

That night, the Catalysts prepared for the Wind Talking ceremony. Varyyn and Seraxa had provided each of them with formal Vaanti attire for the occasion, which Sean appreciated after spending all day in a t-shirt sticky with humidity. The eleven of them stood in a single file line along a massive branch at the top of Elyys’tel, a set of flimsy-looking wooden railings being all that separated them from a very long fall. “I... I don’t know about this,” stammered Grace nervously. “Have I mentioned I don’t like heights?”

“Fear not, Grace. When these weak structural barriers inevitably fail, I will keep you safe from falling,” Aleister reassured her. “It’s simple physics, given the discrepancies between our respective body mass and my impeccable sense of balance.”

“You’re right. Even if I were to fall, if you held me tightly by the hand, the vector force would be sufficient enough to overcome the pull of gravity--”

Sean turns his attention to the leafy “altar” at the tip of the branch, where Varyyn stands resplendent in his full regalia. The Vaanti leader holds up two of the massive leaves they had all been given earlier, each one significantly bigger than an ordinary sheet of paper. “Tonight, we commence the Ceremony of the Wind Talking. For those of you unfamiliar with this tradition, we will each step forward to this place where I now stand. Face the wind, and read your words to your departed ones in a soft, clear voice. Allow the wind to carry the words, and when you are finished, release the leaf and pause. Let the rustling of the branches carry the departed one’s reply back to you.”

Varyyn then turned around, stepping to the very edge of the branch. He held up his first leaf, and began to read aloud, though too softly for Sean and the others to hear. They waited quietly, though Taari started to shuffle impatiently. When Varyyn was finished, he held the leaf aloft and released it, letting the wind catch it and carry it upwards and upwards until it was lost to the night sky. He paused for several moments, eyes closed and face raised to the sky, listening.

When this was done, Varyyn repeated the process with his second leaf. “Two leaves?” Sean heard Quinn whisper, curiosity in her voice.

“One for Taylor, one for Ximaedra, I bet,” Michelle whispered back.

When Varyyn was finished, he turned and walked silently back toward the group. He nodded to Diego, who took his own leaf in hand and stepped forward to the tip of the branch.

The rest of the Catalysts went in turn, as did Seraxa with Taari at one point. Grace and Aleister did their wind-talking together, but the rest went individually. Sean hung back, knowing his letter would take the longest to read, and letting himself go last for the others’ sake. Finally, it was Sean’s turn. Slowly, confidently, he strode to the edge of the branch, looking out along the La Huerta horizon to the point where the sky met the sea.

Opening his letter, Sean read it aloud:

Dear Taylor,

I don’t know where you are, or even if you’re still “you,” but I hope you’re happy and at peace. I wish we could have had more time together, but I, maybe more than anyone else in our group, understand making the hard call. The sacrifice play. I may not have liked it, I still resent that you were forced into the choice at all, but I’ve accepted it. I would’ve done the same thing in your place.

I’m on my way back to La Huerta now; it’s been a year and a day since I became your husband, and exactly a year since the day we left, and we’ve decided to celebrate with a reunion...where else but the place it all began. And no, I don’t mean suddenly breaking out into song on Jake’s plane, even if that was the moment I first fell in love with you.

Know this, Taylor, the love of my life: I may have moved on, I may have accepted our circumstances and tried to push my life forward in spite of this hole in my heart, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten you. I will cherish the memories of our time spent together for the rest of my life. Whenever I look up at the stars, I will think of you, wondering if you’re out there somewhere, with Vaanu, looking back down at me. And I know it’s impossible, but if I had one wish, it would be to hold you in my arms. One last time.

Love, forever and always,

Sean Gayle

He was barely able to finish the letter as the tears began to flow down his face. He stared at the horizon for several long minutes, letter clutched in his fist. He heard a commotion and some muttering from the group behind him, and he knew they were getting impatient, but he needed this. He needed this moment. He took a deep, shuddering breath, held the letter aloft, and released it.

Sean closed his eyes and turned his face to the sky. The breeze whipped through the boughs of the great tree, and he concentrated, hoping to hear some fragment of Taylor’s voice. If he strained, he could almost hear words...and if he really tried hard, he could even hear that familiar voice....

“Sean, I...I’m glad you didn’t rage against my choice, or try to stop me. I knew you’d understand. It was the toughest choice I ever had to make, you know. But I hope... I hope you haven’t moved on too much. I’d like to grant you your wish, and so much more. Because this time, I’m here to stay.”

Sean blinked and shook his head. His own wishful thoughts had definitely taken over toward the end there. He knew logically that it wasn’t really Taylor, it was just his own thoughts and mind interpreting the sound of wind on leaves as words, but for just a moment, he had wanted so badly to believe... part of him still half-expected to see Taylor there, smiling at him, when he turned back around. Don’t be ridiculous. C’mon, Sean Gayle, he told himself before preparing to rejoin the others at the base of the tree.

He turned around.... And he stopped. His mouth fell open. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, then pinched himself, then pinched harder, because they HAD to be an illusion. There was just. No. Way. But it was: behind them, the others were watching, enraptured, and it was clear they could see the figure standing before him as clearly as they saw Sean himself.

“TOLD’JA I SAW DROMMA! TOLD’JA THEY CAME BACK FROM THEIR TRIP!”

“God dammit, Raj, how much do I owe you?”

“Five hundred bucks, dude! I told you, Raj is always right! Called it, a year and a day to the minute!”

“It’s just... utterly illogical! How...?”

“Al, logical or not, I’m happy to accept it.”

“Guys, let them have their moment.”

But Sean heard none of this. The whole rest of the world could have vanished right then and there, and he wouldn’t have noticed. All of his attention was fixated on the person standing there before him.

“Hi, Sean. Did you miss me?”

@mysteli @brightpinkpeppercorn (yes I know it’s three days late sorry!)

#esapw #choices endless summer #endless summer fanfic #choices stories you play #sean x mc #sean gayle #grace hall #aleister rourke #grace x aleister #zahra x craig #zahra namazi #craig hsiao #varyyn #seraxa #taari #vaanu ending override

[lesbian-octoling]

PLEASE TALK ABOUT YOUR WARRIORS/WOF OCS?? I wanna draw them!!! I love these awful books!!!

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More below the cut !!!

Alright so!!! I actually had posts for each of my OCs before I accidentally deleted my WOF sideblog and never remade it :’3 So uhhhh heres some pics

Shiver and Dreamy are half siblings on their Dad’s side. Their father was a nightwing who fell in love with an Icewing and convinced her to run away, but she lived on an island in the outskirts of the volcano in hiding. She regretted her actions, but couldn’t leave because she was in Exile for fraternizing with the enemy. They had their first egg together, Shiver, when she was still somewhat sane. She was slowly driven crazy by the heat and isolation, and Shiver often had to take care of herself.

Their father actually needed up falling in love with another nightwing, Silvertongue, and had an egg with her. However, he realized his mistake, and it a fit of panic he stole the egg from Silver and gave it to Shiver’s mother, convincing her it was her own egg in her somewhat insane state. Still, when it hatched, Shiver acted more like a mother to Dream than their real mother ever did- and their father no longer came around. 

So, Shiver and Dream need up running away, and currently live sort of as nomads, stopping wherever they want and avoiding being caught by anyone who might wish to hurt them for their species or her hybrid status. 

Silvertongue is a pure nightwing that believes that her only egg (dreameater) is dead, and became somewhat bitter after that. When she was young she found an animus touched object; a small, silver tongue piercing that makes people listen to what she says, and can influence them to believe her words are truth or to do as she says. It does not force, and if theyre strong willed, it doesnt make them, it just helps to persuade. I’m considering having her fall in love with a Raining but uhhhh ill cross that bridge when i come to it idk

Oracle is another hybrid of mine, being a nightwing/seawing.

{these are old images, bear with me}

When they were just a small hatching, their parents took them to the searing queen and begged her to let them stay and not to hurt their hatchling. She agreed, but instead of killing the hatching, she cut out all of it’s webbing and it’s eyes and cast them into the sea.

Because of their half nightwing status, however, they have the power to see what is- it’s not the future, or the past, its simply an ability to know what is. This allowed them to live to adulthood in isolation and fear of there dragons, and eventually make home in a small sea cavern. They’ve become sort of an urban legend- some say if you find a certain cave in the sea, and bring the creature there an offering, they can give you the truth. They now have eyes made of sea glass and adorn themselves in jewels and other things they’ve collected.

Gem  is a rainwing that somehow ended up in with a clutch of Mudwings (so, not a hybrid, but raised as a Mud). He was raised along with hem, and despite knowing how different Gem is, they consider him as part of their troop. His bigwigs is Everglade, but the rest of his siblings are Toad, Cicada, Sawgrass, and Glowfly. He fought alongside them in the war, and in going so, lost his front left leg near the elbow along with a myriad of other scars. He now lives in peace with his siblings in the mud kingdom. Everyone is aware of him, but he’s nice, and a great fighter, so everyone’s pretty chill.

Aloe is a sandwing/seawing hybrid that I haven’t actually developed much? She’s a healer though!

Meerkat is Aloe’s GF, and is pure sanding, but lost half her tail in an accident when she was young. She now works as an author and librarian, and somewhat of an inventor.

Pollywog, Catfish, and Cooter are freshwater Seawings- or, Swampwings as I like to call them. They’re essentially like.. inland, hillbilly seawings.

{cooter isnt done lol}

I’m not entirely sure what their relationship is yet… poly? Siblings? Polly and Cat as siblings and Cooter is a while GF of one of them??? Dunno! I do know what Polly was kidnapped when they were younger, but escaped, which is why they have so many scars.

Azalea, last but not least, is pure Icewing- however, they don’t have any ice powers. This is because his brother, Floe (doesnt belong to me), is a Frostscales- much like how Peril is a fire scales. Their brother ‘stole’ all the ice from him while in the egg, which leaves him a funny pink color instead of the usual ice blue that Icewings are. His original name was Tear, named after the only pink object in the ice kingdom- open flesh.

Because of this ridicule, and the fact they he couldn’t really bear the cold, he fled the Ice kingdom and learned that he actually really likes gardening. He also decided to rename himself Azalea after the flower and start his life over.

Aaaand i think thats all my dragons!

Brittlebones is the only warrior OC i ever really use anymore, honestly. She’s a large black oriental shorthair, who used to be a Shadowclan medicine cat, but was a warrior for most of her life.  She ended up leaving shadowclan with Mourningdove (a Windclanner i think? Maybe Thunderclan), and two other of my friends OCs i cant remember right now. She’s now a medic for the new clan they plan on starting, who’s a pack of Nomads until they can find a place to settle. Unfortunately, most of my pics of her got deleted, so the one one i Have lest is this horrible cropped pic :’3

If you have any more questions, please, feel free to contact me!!!!!! I love talking about them :’)

Also maybe use my main @rhi-draws-things so i don't clutter this blog with non-sploon stuff

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[savage-rhi]

First 20 Pages of Ravage

@msaruetar

@dontunderestimatemypoison

//Tagging you guys because you showed interest. I would like some feedback if you got the time! For anyone else, this is the first section or two of my novel on Rhi and her world I’ve been working on. I’m finally getting close to getting the manuscript done then have to go through editing. If you got any tips or feedback yourself, let me know! I will appreciate constrictive feedback! 

Story is below the line

RAVAGE CITY

THE POISON APPLE

9:30PM

The neon colors of Ravage City illuminated the fixers red green eyes. Wild abandon had hit the citizens as nightfall sparked to life. It was time to party. A time to give into primal desires. Fucking, drinking, dancing, all of it could be done with no qualms. For Rhi, this was a time to hunt, and she had her  gaze on a target.

Rhi found the hotshot heading towards The Poison Apple--a stripper and sex joint that catered to high fantasy with gene junkies. Rhi snorted with a low growl when her target disappeared into the confines of the red light establishment. There was no way in hell she was going to waste her time going in there to look for her mark. Not with the headache that was pounding the side of her head like a drummer banging  with wild abandon

A migraine didn’t compare to the pressure splitting numbness that built up in her nasal cavity and frontal lobe. She felt like her face had been socked in by a pro wrestler thirty times over. At this point, Rhi wished some idiot would come up and do just that, deck her hard so she wouldn’t have to deal with the irritation of her nose being set on fire from the putrid musks that filled the crisp night air. Her olfactory zone was overstimulated from the scents of humans around her. Tar and bile, candy and oil, artificial strawberry and lemon zest all permeated from the the sweat of people that passed her by. Like a trained bloodhound, Rhi could pinpoint anyone as long as she had their smell. In a large group however, she tended to get overwhelmed. That’s precisely why she didn’t find her target Flint Jasper until now, the bastard caught onto that weakness of hers earlier in the week as she spied on him.

While waiting for Flint to come out, Rhi mentally went through her assignment. First Casey Moniker, a crime boss, had contracted her to go after Flint on suspicion of embezzlement. Second, she needed capture the thief and bring him to Casey. Third, if Flint tried anything Rhi was allowed to take matters into her own hands. Granted that meant getting her bounty fee cut in half considering Casey wanted Flint alive. Before she could continue further, Rhi grimaced upon catching a whiff of expired milk and jelly emitting from a woman that bumped into her during a drunken haze. Rhi forcibly pushed the intoxicated gal away, earning a fit of laughs as the scantily clad female swayed off.

Why do people have to stink so fucking bad? Rhi thought to herself after taking out a Crime Wave cigarette, shoving it into her mouth and quickly lit it up while waiting for her target to leave the establishment. Probably getting his dick wet with cunny juice. Who could blame Flint? Sex was good. The ladies and men that worked in The Poison Apple were sexy for gene junkies to boot.

The aroma of peach and weed musk filled her taste buds with a fervor. Nothing could ever beat the natural taste and smell of Crime Waves. Best of all Rhi couldn’t get high from them. The marijuana however allowed her to tune out most smells. Rhi could feel a pleasant hum floating in her nose now, the marijuana in the product saiting her olfactory zone for the time being. It was a terrible habit of hers, smoking. Rhi didn’t care. It helped her fit in with the local nightlife and spared her a couple hours of smelling genetic defaults in human sweat. Once upon a time when she didn’t have Crime Wave cigarettes to tame her senses, Rhi would get so fed up with the smells she’d end up killing the people that stood out the most in the crowd. Now that she learned to adapt to human society, Rhi realized that was a big no no to kill on the spot. Well, unless she was having a treat yourself day.

Inhaling for a final time, Rhi allowed the smoke to snake through her nostrils as she exhaled then put the rest of the cigarette out. She took a moment to gauge in her surroundings. There were hologram commercials playing on every corner, with the same stout middle aged man in everyone but with different attire from glittered out tuxedos to wearing nothing but a cowboy hat or doing an impersonation of Prince. Pop up Wheezy was the name of the actor. DNA havoc! Ravage’s favorite alcoholic beverage! Try out the new doberman flavor! Exotic and raw! Straight to your tongue! The Vipers Den has everything! Sex, drinks, 80s music, and personal rooms to cater to whatever devious shit your little heart can think of! Book a conference room now! You win some you lose some, but you’ll always be welcome at Drongos. Ravage’s finest watering hole! Let us cater to you! Rhi wasn’t sure which was more annoying: Pop up Wheezy, or humans in general. Both probably.

A couple passed by Rhi as she watched The Poison Apple doors like a hawk. Rhi caught the actions of the two for a brief moment out of curiosity.  Their eyes were a mess of blues, reds, and greens. Eye coloration like that was usually a dead giveaway that said person was a gene junkie. It was quite common on the streets of Ravage to encounter people who have dabbled with animal genes. Using high powered chemical cocktails to enhance one’s physicality via the traits of other organisms. It became an overnight sensation in the black market, genie, once upon a time, but had the worst side effects.

Their laughter got under Rhi’s skin. Especially the male who doused himself up with a genie cocktail of cat and frog DNA. He had bulbous eyes like a frog but the fleshy orbs had that signature cat slit as the pupil.  His feline features, the whiskers and button nose, were enhanced by his laughter, though he couldn’t help but make a ribbiting sound in his throat as the flesh would bob in time. The female, whom Rhi assumed might have been a girlfriend or fuck buddy, had canine DNA. She had two big floppy ears, a saggy face, and a semi snout. To Rhi she looked more like a baboon than a dog. Rhi assumed the female was a newbie to the drug scene, from her jittery behavior and single genie dose. More experienced genie users loved to mix and match animal genetics to obtain unique attributes. The young twenty something nearly barked when her gentleman caller tried his luck at tickling her. Like a rabid dog, she bit him hard and thrashed around like she was tearing up a newspaper. He let out a harsh meow, but laughed it off. His first three fingers on the left hand were dangling by a tendon, blood pooling slowly around him, but he didn’t seem to mind.

To be young, dumb, and fucking stupid.

The two swayed, bumping into one another like a couple of drunk high school lovers, shushing each other as if their parents were going to find out they were wasted from a prom party. Rhi turned to face them fully for a moment. They were annoying, but she couldn’t help letting out a chuckle at their antics, especially once their temporary tails poked out of their pants started feeling one another up. It made Rhi envious. She hadn’t been able to get out of her meatsuit in a month. Her own tail was chafing for all she fucking knew. Rhi could almost feel it trying to break out of her flesh prison.

Rhi’s attention went back on the establishment. Now that the Crime Wave smoke filled her nose, it helped her tune everyone’s scent out minus her target, which she was able to give her undivided attention. She thought back to how he smelled. His sweat was a combination of tar and peanut oil, greasy and bitter. Rhi allowed that scent to flow back into her skull, almost to the point where she could taste it with every deep breath. Clicks and deep guttural growls escaped her throat as she tasted the air for her mark. Her nostrils flared, flexing like a cocaine users after taking a hit. There was no chance in hell Flint was going to be able to escape her. Not tonight.

Her red-green eyes widened. Rhi’s pupils went from dark abyssal orbs to reptilian slits as the blue neon lights across the street lit up. Rhi blinked a few times to adjust to the new lighting, then noticed her target was moving out of the stripper joint and heading down main street.

Pfft. Didn’t take long. Twenty minutes tops. Flint must be ‘fun’ at parties if he couldn’t last an hour in there. Before pursuing her hunt further, Rhi took another deep inhale through her nose. Nope. Her guy didn’t get lucky tonight. There was no smell of sex lingering off the poor bastard. She almost felt sorry for the poor fella. Almost.

Rhi observed Flint Jasper duck for cover into the farmers market. The smell of rancid dog shit hit Flint like a pound of bricks and he brought up a part of his tattered t-shirt to cover his nose. Rhi could tell the barking was intense for him, and he looked like he wanted to throw up whatever contents he possibly drank at The Poison Apple. Rhi had the impression Flint purposefully came here assuming the smells from the canines approaching the slaughter houses would throw her off.  

Casually, Rhi took notice Flint would observe the food auctions going off. People buying the canines for meat resources. Flint jumped as a large doberman breed being shot between the eyes with a needle gun, stunning the animal while the butcher went to work cutting and separating the meat out to their customers. Rhi recalled overhearing Flint mention at The Vipers Den that he had eaten dog, but could never bring himself to butcher them. Flint was a rare type of man in this day and age. He didn’t like to get personally acquainted with his food. Rhi on the other hand, was quite the opposite.

Rhi could remember when she first encountered Flint at The Vipers Den when Casey first contracted her. She tried not to appear intimidating. Not on direct sight. Rhi flaunted her haughty nature, and bragged about how she was one of the best fixers in Ravage. A person whom made arrangements for people especially of a devious nature. It was much like bounty hunting, but with style. She could tell Flint was taken aback by the statement given that she was playful and a little too cocky. Even by first appearances, one wouldn’t think Rhi would be involved with some of the darker aspects of Ravage but here she was, talking to Flint like they were old school chums.

Her and Flint had hit it off well. She could tell he had a thing for her eyes. He even went as far as to compliment Rhi that her eyes reminded him of the rare emerald gemstone. She had him charmed like a snake. Upon seeing the red in her green hues, Rhi could tell Flint was thrown off and grew more cautious around her. Though he did compliment the scar under her eye. It was crescent shaped but flipped with the bowl of it turning up, meeting directly with those piercing orbs of hers. He said it was pretty, then quickly bolted once he put two and two together that perhaps Casey hired her and she wasn’t really into him. Rhi had a feeling too Flint got the vibes that she wasn’t a run of the mill gene junkie. Even with some of her animalistic attributes, there was something off about her compared to them.

Rhi could see Flint visibly swallow nervously after doing a quick scan of the farmers market and adjusted his shirt accordingly as he moved out of the area and away from the putrid dog shit. Flint was an idiot for assuming Rhi would never be able to get him. Besides for having a rep, Rhi knew people. Knew how to get the right connections to find her targets. He was impeccably stupid compared to other targets Rhi had taken down in the past. Most people that knew Rhi had a bounty on them would go to her at this point, saving themselves the trouble of being hunted down. They’d either try to kill her themselves or would make a plea bargain. Rhi loved it when people owed her favors. That’s why she was quick to take up those offers and half a bounty fee instead of the whole. Flint was running away like a coward, thinking he could outsmart her just because he got a tip about her sense of smell and how her head could get overstimulated from scents. She had to give him credit, at least he tried.

Rhi was so close to Flint now, she could practically taste his flesh.

“Hey tuna melt.” Flint froze, turning around after he felt hot breath creep against his hair and neck. Rhi’s voice penetrated his eardrums, and his heart thudded deeply in his chest. He was scared out of his wits that Rhi could almost clap in time with the sound his pulse was making. Like a deer in the headlights, Flint was locked in place, ready to meet the headlights of the vehicle. His skin was littered with goosebumps as he tried to hide a nervous swallow. That got Rhi to chuckle as she came around to talk to him face to face.

“You wouldn’t be trying to run away from me now, would you Flint?” Her tone was mocking, albeit playful in nature. Rhi was toying with him and enjoying it thoroughly.

“N-no. Nothing like that!” Flint managed to choke out, trying to sound normal. “People know better than to run away from you, Rhi. Look--I was in a hurry. A lot of errands to run, you know, for the boss. I need to be getting back to Casey. You know how he gets about people being late. I mean--he’s hired you before.”  

Rhi raised a brow. Looking over Flint like a parent would after catching said child in a lie. Playing dumb. Most targets of hers pulled this shit. It got old real fast.

Sighing, Rhi shook her head scratching the side of her cheek and smiled wide. Flint noticed how unnatural her lips looked. Almost like her mouth wanted to expand, grow larger, but restrained itself. Like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. Meeting her red green eyes didn’t help the fear that was creeping up in his spine. Flint wanted to shit himself.  His body was bracing itself for a fight or flight response. His eyes widened as he noticed one of Rhi’s sharp shark like teeth poking out.

“Look Flint, I don’t know you too well even after during our little swaray at The Vipers Den. You seem like a nice bloke, but you pissed off a very powerful guy. You done fucking goofed, asshole. So don’t lie to me. Casey wants you dead for your little side business embezzling money from his personal account, but I’m going to give you a couple options to get out of this mess because--” Rhi was cut dangerously short as Flint in a moment of weakness and terror, pulled out a handgun and fired.

Flashes of light and the piercing sound of machinery went to work, the guns gears clicked rapidly  with the slick sound of flesh being pierced echoed throughout the marketplace. Rhi’s blood flew all over in a spectacular splash of different shades of red, her body flailed as it followed the impact of each bullet that hit her skin. The customers and owners of the dog farms moved out of the way, some screaming, others not caring in the slightest. It was another night in Ravage after all.

After Flint had made his move and bolted from the scene, the smell of the gunpowder began to recede and the strong stench of blood began to emit in their air. Everyone went back to business leaving Rhi’s body to whatever wanted to scavenge her corpse.

Rhi breathed heavily after five minutes of stillness. As she felt air fill her lungs, Rhi sounded like a feral beast catching a first wind after running. A gal smoking nearby watched, taken aback as the cigar she was chewing the butt end of fell from her chapped lips and toppled on the ground. The young twenty somethings eyes held a petrified look to them as Rhi slowly stood up. She was bathed in several streams of blood that stained the white over shirt she wore, seeping into the black t-shirt underneath the soft fabric.

“Mother fucker—” She gasped as a worn out series of chuckles began to escape from her mouth. These didn’t sound like the carefree childlike ones she had been displaying earlier. These were more sinister. And as the slick muscle of her tongue darted out, revealing it to be a dark blue color and gently swiped at her own fluids that painted her face, she vowed that Flint was going to regret putting a bullet in her hide.

Getting up, Rhi patted herself down, wincing occasionally from the bullets bee like sting. Her eyes glanced up at the woman who was still gawking. Smiling and giving an inhuman chuckle, Rhi shrugged her shoulders and gave the woman her full attention.

“You heard me right? I said I was gonna give him some options! Can you tell me where my shooter ran off too?”

Rhi had never seen a human pass out so quick.

“Well, fuck you too mate.”

RAVAGE CITY

THE ABANDONED AIRPORT

10:00PM

Flint’s right leg gave out on him after he  hit one of the light poles. His running became more weak over time. He pressed himself  to keep going, to get out of the area. He had pumped twelve bullets into Rhi’s body. She wasn’t going to be his problem any longer unless, but the repercussions for killing someone with notoriety was well on his mind. There were people in power that would be pissed off to hear a fixer such as Rhi went six feet under considering she was one of the best at taking care of people’s personal problems. In retaliation and in honor of the fallen, those in power could send out lackeys to pick off whoever did it.  Flint had to get out of here. Had to get out of Ravage, and maybe migrate to one of the other thirteen tribal cities. Carnivora sounded good. The violence and crime wasn’t a high point compared to Ravage. It meant he would never have to deal with embezzling scandals ever again.

He tried to calm his erratic breathing. His pulse had skyrocketed. Flint covered his own mouth to get his body to chill and took refuge in an alley. Now came the hardest part of this whole ordeal: waiting. Waiting for his body to calm down before moving on. Flint was near what was once an old airport. He could see one of the hundred year old planes in the distance now a decaying relic of the past with rust and vegetation growing from it. Planes hadn’t been used since the early 2100’s in Australia, not since the Resource Wars. The place was incredibly silent. Flint could only hear his own heartbeat, the warm air flowing from his nose and the semi humid Australian air that breezed by.

He had tears in his eyes now.  This was not how he wanted to go. Flint had dreamed of getting out of Ravage for a long time, and he thought stealing money from crime lord Casey would help him get out fast. He didn’t want to be in Ravage too once he found out the plans for city some folks had in mind. Flint slid down against the alley wall, hitting his head on the brick a couple of times. He felt stupid for believing that he could outsmart someone like Rhi or Casey, that no one would catch onto the embezzlements.

Flint remained in place for five minutes as he collected his thoughts. It felt like hours as his pulse ticked by like the hands of a clock on its last limbs. Somehow through the fog of adrenaline and anxiety he forced himself to look around the corner of the garbage bin. His dark eyes roved the area, not seeing anyone or anything. He quietly brought his head back.

Red green eyes stared at him mere inches away. Close enough he could see their reptilian slits Those hadn’t been there before. Flint felt several pops in his face that had a similar sensation to being bitten by a swarm of hornets; warm breath hitting his face like a steam bath and his vision disappeared in a wave of sickle sharp teeth and a blue tongue with its own set of miniature knives. He screamed loudly into the unhinged mouth of Rhi as she ravaged and skinned his face off with her mouth. She shook her head back and forth, sounding like a dog chewing up a toy. Warm blood hit her skin and Flints screams became deeper and echoed down her throat. She’d pull away after growing tired of using Flint as her personal pacifier, the skin of his face caught on the bottom section of her teeth as she could see the porcelain glow of his skull underneath delicate layers of muscle. She swallowed the last bits of his face. Flint was still screaming, his eyes now so big and bulbous without skin covering them that for a moment it made Rhi uneasy, recalling a zombie in an old 80s flick that looked like poor Flint in this sorry state. It didn’t stop Rhi from grabbing Flint by the head and bashing his skull into the brick wall behind him. It was like a bowling ball dropping on a watermelon. Bits of brain and bone flew in every direction before the body slumped over. Flint was no more.

Deep growls left Rhi’s throat as she collected herself. Her face was twisted in a glare that wouldn’t go away as she got up and decided to walk off her high. She stopped herself short feeling the sting from the bullets beginning to make their strike yet again. She leaned against a giant light pole nearby, her eyes closing while she focused on the sounds of the city. The various screeches from cars being stopped at the last second, the piercing sound of an angry group getting ready to fight, the voice of the warm summer rain hitting the ground, even the smells in the air had their broken promises and endless bounty. She could easily fall asleep right now.

Rhi took in a deep breath and another. Several bystanders appeared, exiting out of some night clubs and other establishments. Rhi composed herself and began to walk back towards Flints carcass.

“This is the worst walk of shame I’ve taken since I tapped that drag queen last spring,” She muttered to herself.  Such fuck ups in life made her laugh. It made it easier to get through the day. Rhi didn’t care for the outcome of this job.

Contrary to popular belief, the fixer didn’t like killing unless she had to. Unless she was hungry. Something she was reminded of when she came across the violent aftermath of her glorious display of power. Petrichor and the metallic scent of Flints blood intermingled in a lovely dose of a natural perfume. She devoured it like candy. Rhi didn’t want to kill him, didn’t intend to but he made his choice. Technically he’d done her a favor: One, she didn’t have to give him a backdoor out of Casey’s possible death penalty. Two, she got to sate her animal needs that had been neglected for a while.

Rhi licked her chops before her mouth receded back. No longer was it that huge snake like gape, but now she carried about her regular appearance. No big ass Cheshire Cat like mouth could be seen, and no sharp teeth either. She stepped through the oozing tar pit of blood, guts and skin to come across Flints wallet lying beside him. She pick pocketed then started shoving some of the brain matter and bone bits into her mouth. Rhi sat down and picked up bone and tissue like crumbs off a pizza. Her lips smacked in pleasure as she treated herself before having to haul the body.

“Jesus fuck. Flints mom should have been shot when she found out she was gonna give birth to this cunt…” Cursing was her personal therapy when she got shot.

Rhi was beginning to head out with Flints corpse dangling from her left shoulder like a stereotypical caveman carrying a woman to his den, when she felt the vibration of her phone below her knee in a pocket of her cargo pants. She sighed, feeling like perhaps maybe there was some deity out there that just wanted to see her bend over and burn from her wounds. Rhi reached for the cell phone in her pocket. She dumped the corpse down beside her feet while she took the call.

“Yorgi! You grade A cunt, how’s it going?” She tried to put on her most cheerful voice to keep her associate from picking up on her not sounding well.

“Hey Rhi we need to talk about the--”

“Look mate we can spit in the wind later I’m in the middle of tagging my mark.”

“But Rhi I need to--”

“Yorgi I love you, but piss off mate.”

While hearing her associate chat it up on the other end, there were more folks coming into the area, taking the party scene with them. As when Rhi got shot, no one really cared about seeing a corpse by her feet. A body could be lying on the street and no one would bat an eyelash until it rot. Such was Ravage life. A couple people had some perplexed looks when they saw Flints body next to Rhi. She knew she needed to get out of there before anyone got too curious for their own good. After being able to hunt and feed after such a long while, Rhi would love more than anything to tally up the body count. She needed to tend to her wounds instead.

“Yorgi I’m gonna have to call you back. I’m about to get some fast food and head home. Anyway if you bump into Casey, let him know I took care of Flint. We came to a mutual understanding on the embezzlement case.”

With that she hung up putting the phone back into her pocket, bent down and swung her prize carcass over her shoulder and began to head back home whistling an 80s tune she couldn’t remember the name of.

RAVAGE CITY

THE FIVE POINT FLATS

11:30PM

The clatter from the flats elevator came to a halt when Yorgi arrived at his and Rhi’s pad. A large yawn escaped his mouth as he scratched the dark stubble on his face with two cybernetic fingers. One was getting rusty after the first month. The cheap metal was wearing thin. His back shivered, still not use to the cold his new limbs emitted before he pushed the elevator door up and out of the way. Home sweet home, he thought to himself. Yorgi paused for a moment to observe his and Rhi’s flat. 80s memorabilia such as posters littered the walls. Intricate tapestries hung from the ceiling. Ten of their fans were spinning at a snail's pace, doing little to get rid of the humidity. The flats deck area was covered in lights, some were blinking rapidly while on their last limbs. Pillows and shirts were littered on the living room floor nearby the L couch. He could smell Rhi’s scent which was like peaches and cream permeating from that area. Yorgi needed to remind Rhi that her nests needed to be picked up after she was done phasing. He’d wait until tomorrow to fight with her on that. He was exhausted. Besides earning his fixer bounties for the night, he had been trying to track down Rhi. He was still mildly irritated at how she had hung up on him earlier. He then proceeded to the kitchen to get a much needed drink.

Yorgi kicked off his boots near the fridge and rubbed the sweat off his face with both his palms. Yorgi stopped midway after taking a big inhale. Something smelled god awful coming from their secondary living room. It was a rancid flavor. He followed the trail, inhaling occasionally before he found the source, a corpse on the couch, and nearly leapt like a gazelle evading a lion’s frontal attack. Panting heavily, Yorgi observed Rhi watching television. 80s and 90s esque shopping commercials played on the Nostal-Channel. Her four fingers dipped into Flint’s carcass, pulling up intestines and god knows what else like it was a bag of popcorn and munched on the organs contently.

“Crikey!” Yorgi breathed out loud.

Rhi’s nostrils flared when she picked up on Yorgi’s scent, smoke and whiskey, and she turned her head to face a highly irritated associate. His arms were crossed, looking down at her like a parent catching their child sneaking back into the house after they had been on a drunken rave binge with friends. She smiled big then grinned to show off those sickle teeth, stained with blood.

“Hey buddy!” She exclaimed.

“You got shot. You’re bleeding into the couch. You fucking suicidal imbecile!”

“How observant of you.”

Yorgi sighed and face palmed, rolling his eyes as his head shook.

“Rhi, you said you were off getting fast food.”

Rhi looked down at Flint’s carcass that was sitting beside her on the couch as if she were having a movie date night. The arms were even resting at the top of the black furniture like so. Not batting an eyelash, Rhi once more dipped her hand into Flints stomach and pulled out an organ and plopped it into her mouth. As she munched, Rhi gave an innocent shrug to Yorgi’s remark then looked him dead in the eye as she chuckled.

“Well he ran, didn’t he?”

She wasn’t expecting Yorgi to backhand her upside the head that quick.

RAVAGE CITY

THE FIVE POINT FLATS

12:15AM

“That looks bad Rhi.” Yorgi murmured as he sat in on one of the stools nearby, his dark brows furrowing tightly as he observed how deep the bullet wounds traveled. In the bright lighting and with her shirt off, the injuries looked more grotesque. It didn’t bother Rhi as she took a pair of tweezers and sunk it into one of the fleshy pockets. The gurgling sounds from metal meeting squishy flesh bothered her ears as she winced, digging around for the bullet before clamping down and ripping the bullet out. To Rhi, this was the equivalent of ripping a botfly maggot from the skin. Bullets behaved a lot like them, wanting to burrow further and greatly resisted being pried at.

“It could have been worse. I’m getting better at pushing them out. Gotta give me some credit there.”

“Last month you could handle up to five bullets after shooting yourself.”

“You got a point to that?”

“My point being is you took twelve hits!” Yorgi gestured with his hands, counting the amount on his fingers, exaggerating some but nonetheless was trying to get his point across to her. “Twelve my friend, twelve! Twelve shots tonight you crazy bitch!”

“I could use twelve shots of another kind after this if you catch my drift--”

“No, no drinks for you after tonight.” Yorgi interrupted.

Rhi couldn’t help but smile, trying to suppress a laugh as she went to work digging another metal seed out. Yorgi was right about one thing, even though he didn’t outright say it. She needed to take it easy when it came to testing her body’s limits. Then again Rhi wasn’t one to hold back when it came to pushing past the envelope, even if it ended up killing her in the process. If she could push science past the edge of no return, then surely there was a way for her to expand on her meat suit.

“You sound like my ex when you worry.” Rhi said.

“Well if your ex was alive, I’m sure he’d have a heart attack knowing the freaky shit you dab in.”

Rhi smiled again as she ripped another bullet out and placed it into a tray nearby with a solution at the bottom that would eat away any traces of her blood. Sighing, she took a moment to wipe off the sweat that had been trickling down her face with the backside of her palm.

She decided to change subjects while the ball was in her court otherwise she wouldn’t hear the end of his lecturing about self care. “I’m going to need a clean up crew at the site where I killed Flint.”

Yorgi rubbed at the fine black hairs on his chin. His eyes held a sadness in them. Yorgi knew what she was doing, once more trying to push him away. Even though Rhi had a hard ass nature, he had the feeling  she often downplayed her personal bullshit, getting shot or otherwise, so others wouldn’t worry too much about her wellbeing. Or it could have been her animal nature telling her not to appear wounded for fear of being challenged.

“You’re perfectly capable of ripping apart a human body, you’re perfectly capable of handling the cleanup by yourself. Not to mention you could have licked the place clean.”

Yorgi snorted as Rhi looked at him via the rustic cheval mirror she was using to help see her body in the bathroom.

“True I could take care of the mess, but given half the women Flint slept with I wouldn’t be surprised if I catch an STD and die tonight after eating most of him. I might be too sick to clean up. Besides you wouldn’t send poor little me out there after I got shot up, would you?”

The quietness of the room was interrupted by Yorgi’s booming laugh. Despite not knowing much about Flint, it was well known in Ravage he was a bit of a man whore. Rhi could attest to that given how he had come onto her at The Vipers Den.

“Poor little you? Don’t make me laugh. It’s funny how Flint had a penchant for fucking women according to Casey. Didn’t think the poor bloke had it in him. I thought for sure Flint was under the belief to never trust something that bleeds for days and doesn’t die. Much like yourself.”

“The period joke is a little juvenile, don’t you think Yorgi?”

“Hm..you’re right I need to work on that. Considering you don’t go through what most females endure.”

They both snorted, then went back to enjoying a few moments of silence. The two knew as soon as Rhi would haul the last of the bullets from her body the serious talk would begin. They’d have to be quick and on the clock to get their shit done. As Yorgi let out a puff of air, he nearly regretted going out for the night to take care of his own marks. Then again he wasn’t expecting Rhi’s meet up with Flint to end this bad.

Once the final bullet had been snatched, Rhi fell back into the chair in full. Letting out soothing breaths. Her chest would slowly rise and fall almost to the point where she could easily fall asleep. There was still work to be done in the young night, and her red green eyes shot open and she adjusted in the chair accordingly to face her associate.

The three large claw scars on the left side of her chest illuminated more under the light after she moved, and Yorgi’s throat bobbed as he briefly gazed upon her breast area at the patches of rough pink skin. Even after all this time they had known each other, he felt intimidated by her body . He found it honoring and scary he could sit in the same room with her at times and hold a conversation like two old school buddies, especially when Yorgi knew what Rhi was. Truly was.

“Let’s get something straight, I would have cleaned up the scene, but I got sidetracked.” Rhi began, giving a brief pause as she locked eyes with Yorgi, making sure he was listening in full. “Flint was involved with Dingo Snake Exy.”

The raised brows and the “o” shape at Yorgi’s mouth showed his shock. Nine times out of ten, if Yorgi thought something was up shits creek his face would contort into a variety of obscene features.

“You being serious?” He asked.

“As serious as I am about purposefully letting Flint shoot me up so I could get a few days off from this fucking job.”

“Wait, so you allowed yourself to get shot just so you could take a fucking day off?”

“Duh.”

Rhi smiled and winked much to Yorgi’s chagrin. “Anyway…what makes you think Flint had it in with the ‘mother nature’ cult?” Yorgi asked.

“On the way back home I dug through Flint’s wallet. He had some sticky notes cramped up where his money should have been. Apparently he was helping Dingo Snake Exy smuggle in GMOs. Fifteen specimens were promptly delivered to them.” Rhi said.

“Flint never gave the impression he was a smuggler.”

“You learn something new everyday about humans,” Rhi paused and continued. “The only place anyone can get GMO’s is from Carnivora, but their security is so tight I don’t see how a guy like Flint could get in, much less persuade someone to let him leave the city with any modified creature. I remember when we had to smuggle GMOs it was a pain in the ass. We barely made it through. Hell we don’t take those gigs anymore, but how did he do it?”

Yorgi sighed. “There’s always Rikers Enterprises. They’re within our borders. God knows what kind of stuff they are up to in there when it comes to genetic engineering.”

Rhi had to agree with her associate, except there was something that didn’t set right with her. Rikers was a secretive company within Ravage. They worked on biological enhancements to help save humanity from the impending doom of global warming and resources near run dry. The company was founded in 2112 around the time the Australian civil war subsided and worked on creating genetically modified animals that could adapt to an earth that lacked clean air, water, and other valuable natural resources. After a number of years Rikers tanked, money ran dry, but they still continued to produce product and work with the other tribal cities in the area to de-extinct plants, clone dogs and cats for the farmers markets since bovines were permanently extinct, and the like. Rikers was a humble company. They kept to themselves, provided resources for citizens in Ravage and the other tribal cities, and people left them alone.

So after all this time of keeping a low profile, why the hell would they be involved with Dingo Snake Exy? If Flint wasn’t smuggling from Carnivora, Ravage’s sister city, then what business did he have taking from Rikers Enterprises?

Rhi was in deep thought. She hadn’t said a word in a while. She contemplated about her possible connection to Rikers. Given that Rhi wasn’t human, not in the slightest, it was assumed the company had something to do with it.

“So what are we going to do?” Yorgi asked.

“First, I want you to take care of the cleanup for me while I recover. Then I want you to do me a solid and go to The Poison Apple where I caught Flint poking around. See if he talked to anyone from Dingo Snake Exy or otherwise. It’s not our place to get involved with the cults business unless they pay us, but I gotta figure out how the hell a cockroach like Flint was able to get his hands on GMOs.”

“Why the urgency?” Yorgi asked.

“Yorgi, think about it. The last time we had a job smuggling GMOs we nearly got our asses handed over. If we didn’t have enough money bragging the cops to get off our butts we would have been executed given how valuable the assets were that we stole for Richfield Rex. Figuring out how Flint pulled it off would be a business opportunity for us.” Rhi’s enthusiasm leaked in her words.

“You got a point Reese.” Yorgi smirked. He liked the direction she was going. There was more money to be made in smuggling GMOs than taking care of people’s personal problems in the fixing world. Rhi and him needed a new scene.

For now, Rhi needed to rest. Maybe have a few drinks before taking a dive into the covers of a warm bed. She couldn’t do much when she had taken quite the punch.

Yorgi sighed and got up from the stool, looking down upon her as he mentally prepared himself for the long night of work ahead. Cleaning up murder scenes was his forte. He had seen brutal shit, but there was something unsettling whenever he had to take care of Rhi’s killing sprees. Which is why most of the time she took it upon herself to do his job for him cause most cases were so ghastly, he’d end up hurling.

“Before I go I got a call from your pal BWM. He was wondering if you’d help him out on an assignment in the Ruin District. Said he’s willing to make a cut with you, yeah?”

The tired, almost glossy look in Rhi’s eyes were subdued by intrigue as her orbs widened subtly. She seemed to perk up rather quick.

“Did he mention what kind of assignment it was?”

Yorgi shook his head. “He said he’d give the details to you personally either by phone or in person. You know how eccentric the mother fucker is.” He smirked. “But since you’re hurt and now on a temporary vacation I guess I could take the job in your stead and—“

“Nah I’m good. I’ll call him first thing tomorrow.” Rhi said.

Yorgi had an exasperated look on his features as he groaned.

“You went through all that trouble getting your ass nearly blown up just so you could have a few days to yourself, now you’re suddenly feeling better to go help BWM?”

Rhi smirked, shrugging as she closed her eyes again. This time letting the gentle coax of sleep take her momentarily.

“Hey, I need money still since I lost out on the fifty grand killing Flint in a rage. It was worth it to me at the time, but I know Casey wanted to do it himself. He’s not going to happy with the results. And more money equals food and paying off cops.”

Yorgi couldn’t argue with that. He swallowed roughly. Trying to keep it subtle but Rhi knew this part of the clean up job when it came to her dealings always bothered him to one degree or another. It was a fact of life, and considering what the woman was, this was only natural.

“Do you want the remains of Flint on the couch rare, medium, or well done?”

She could almost smell the flesh again upon hearing Yorgi’s words. Her long dark blue tongue darted out slowly from her mouth like a snake exiting its den as she licked her chops. Her eyes half open as she looked over at Yorgi with a carnal smile.

“Just put them my freezer when you’re done. G’night Bushy Baba. Owch!”

Strike two for Yorgi backhanding her.

“You know I don’t like you using my old stripper name.”

Rubbing her head, Rhi smirked. “Why, is it giving you an existential crisis?”

“Nah, just further proving my point that nothing matters in the world. At the end of the day we’re all lousy strippers. Trying to put our bodies out there for someone to take interest intermingling their genes with ours so we live on somehow. Life is about fucking and getting fucked over.”

“If nothing matters then why did you care about me calling you Bushy?” Rhi countered.

“I--well--” Yorgi was at a loss for words on his hypocrisy.

Rhi shrugged not knowing anything clever to say. She always felt put on a spot when it came to Yorgi having one of his nihilistic rants. Most people in Ravage had a passive aggressive approach to nihilism much like Yorgi. It was the staple diet for people’s minds in the day and age and fit well with their Roman empire culture where everyone knew society was collapsing, so they drank, fucked, and were merry until it was over.  Rhi could wrap her head around it to a degree, but like a child, she was still learning the mechanics, the deeper meanings.

“Hey Yorgi,”

“Yeah?”

Rhi figured before the night was through for her, she’d amuse her associate. Snap him out of his funk.

“Last month when I got out of my meatsuit, a man saw me.”

Yorgi’s eyes widened. “Is this something we are gonna have to worry about?”

Rhi shook her head. “I took care of it. But he called me something I never heard of before. Dray-juh.”

“I think the proper term is drah-geh.” He corrected.

“Ring a bell since you’re the language expert?”

“Eh, not really. But it sounds like old Norse. If I could compare it to anything in old English it sounds like dragon, chimera maybe?”

Rhi leaned back in the seat, nodding in approval. She whispered the word to herself several times. For years Rhi had been trying to find something, a word that separates her from the two legged apes she had to share the planet with. Finding her name was easy, but a species name was a whole other job in itself. This new word seemed to fit the bill.

“I think I like being called a drage.”

#outofhotpockets #ooc #ravage #novel #work in progress

[tinybibmpreg]

day 10 // ft. Rhisiart, Valerie, Indigo, and Yovak

#32 / Beetles

“So... I was driving past a pet store on my way home and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home,” Valerie told him, holding a small tank with a box inside of it. The box was surrounded by a bubble of magic. She had a paper bag on her arm, no doubt filled with supplies for whatever creature she’d chosen.

Rhisiart sighed, and looked down at the baby in his arms. Indigo babbled at him. “Val, we have a baby. A pet is just more responsibility.”

“Well... This one is pretty simple, and I’ve raised a bunch of them before. Come on, Rhis! Didn’t you have any pets growing up? They’re great!”

“Uh, no, actually. I’ve never had a pet.”

“Really? Not even like... a cat that hung around or anything?”

“No. My foster parents couldn’t stand animals, and said proper care for any animal would take away from the care that all of us kids all needed.” The tank was so small. What could she possibly put in it?

“Oh. My family always kept pets, but it was just my brother and I, so I guess we all had more time to put aside for animals. Anyways, I need to set up the enclosure and get this guy in their new home. Come on, I know just the place to put them.”

Curious, Rhisiart followed her into the living room. She sat down in front of the bookshelf and set down her supplies. The bag had a thing of dirt and a pile of dead leaves in it. She took the box out of the tank and moved it to the side while she set up the tank. Once it was ready, she grabbed the box and released the spell on it.

When she opened it, there was another clump of dirt inside of it. Rhisiart gave her a look. “Dirt?”

“A giant stag beetle pupae!” She used magic to carefully move the clump into the tank, and then slid it onto the bottom shelf. “I raised all sorts of bugs when I was younger. Stag beetles were my favorite, though. I used to breed them.”

Rhisiart felt like he vaguely recalled his mother-in-law telling him something about Valerie raising bugs, but he didn’t realize it’d been such a big hobby for her. “Oh. Is that... something you’re interested in doing again?”

“Nah. I just missed having a beetle buddy to look at. I’m glad you’re not freaked out about it! They’re kind of weird looking at this stage, and this one will be kind of scary looking when it’s all done growing up.”

“Oh, I don’t mind bugs that much. Besides, you look really happy about it. I like when you’re excited about something.”

“Thanks, Rhis! I’ll take Indy, now.” He handed over the baby. “Hey, Indy! Mommy missed you- did you have a nice day with Daddy? You’ve got a new baby sibling now. We’ll find out whether it’s a boy or girl in a month.”

-

“I found another one.” Yovak held out his latest capture. Rhisiart lowered the book he was reading to look at what was crawling in Yovak’s hands now. A small but very iridescent beetle scuttled slowly across his palms. “Do you know what it is?”

“No. It’s pretty, though.”

“But you knew what that one was.” Yovak gestured with his chin to the large beetle currently settled on top of his father’s swollen belly. Rhisiart hadn’t felt any need to move the atlas beetle when Yovak had put it on top of him. Valerie had always put her stag beetle, Violet, on him when he was absorbed in something, and he figured that it had to be just as harmless.

Most creatures in Otherland were so content with their lives that they didn’t mind if he touched them, and they never minded at all when a fae touched them. In fact, both of the beetles seemed to be happy to be in Yovak’s hands.

“Yo-go, I think a lot of humans know what an atlas beetle is. They’re pretty big.”

“Oh, okay. Here.” Yovak put the iridescent beetle on his arm. “Hold.”

“I’ve got it. Are you going to find that animal identification book your father’s cousins have? It has a rune in it that will tell you what this guy is.”

“Okay!”

“I think it’s in the garage, so it should be easy to- ah.” One of the twins gave a strong kick. Jostled, the atlas beetle launched itself off of him and took flight. “There he goes, Yo-go. Say goodbye to the beetle.”

“Bye, Mr. Atlas beetle!”

#mpreg #male pregnancy #oblio's fics #rhisiart delmar #valerie delmar #yovak-indigo delmar corbane #don't be cruel don't be kind

[xilslogbook-blog]

Xil’s Logbook: 137 (IC)

One Hundred Thirty-Seven

I've had a lot of time to think, and I have decided to tell you of the names of my pets and companions. Because, I realize that I don't think I've ever mentioned them. That would be a shame...

First, we have Adelbert. He is my most trusted companion, and I try to take him everywhere I go if allowed. I saved him from a trapper when he was just a hatchling. After begging my father to keep him for several hours, Adelbert and I became best friends.

Next, there is Emberlayne. A brilliant chocobo that I have outfitted in sleek black armor. She doesn't fight, but if anything ever happens to me she seems to appear out of nowhere to try and aid me. Ember appeared randomly one day with seemingly no owner or home. Emberlayne would always nudge the mark at the base of my neck, so my mother painted it upon her beak. After that, she quit doing it. I guess it made her happy. Maybe she just really likes the odd symbol. Ember doesn't stick around for long, but will appear at random from time to time. No one knows where she goes or where she comes from.

Then, there's Mayadrae. She was given to me by an old friend. She is very affectionate and loving. I typically only retrieve her when I wish to travel with a friend. The tips of her feathers are a pretty and soft white.

Yineara is the name I gave to my white chocobo, which was gifted to Rhis and myself when we wed. I keep her back home, and I rarely see her these days. She's become my mothers best friend, it seems. So... I guess you can say that I gave her to mother.

Also, Medelek is the griffin I befriended in the Sea of Clouds. I was throwing bread up in the air for Adelbert to retrieve and this griffin came out of nowhere and snatched the bread out of the air and wouldn't let Adelbert have any. It was hilarious. And, it wasn't long before Medelek figured out that I had free meals to just 'hand out', apparently. He would start shoving his beak into my bags looking for my rations and such. Eventually, he just started following me around. Now, I can ride him and call upon him whenever I wish. I let him roam free, and every once in a while when I'm in the Sea of Clouds, he'll come barreling at me from across the way. Sometimes, Medelek will follow me all the way home. But, I always take him back. Eventually.

But, my birds aren't the only ones I have given names to.

Vossie gave me a nutkin. A playful and adorable little critter. I call him Nute. He adores his acorns and tormenting Tzenef with them. Nute is a lazy little thing sometimes. But, I keep him close to me especially when Voss isn't around to keep me company. Nute's a great comfort when I'm sad.

Vossler also gave me a fat cat. And, when I say 'fat cat'... I mean FAT! I call him Flip. Because, all he does is sit in one place and then suddenly fall over. Because of these random rolls, I decided to call him Flip. He stays on my heels and follows me everywhere. I have to lock him in the chamber when I want to leave for duty or something potentially dangerous, as I'd hate for him to get hurt. He also makes a great pillow for when I pass out on the rug in front of our hearth.

Last, but not least, there's Perry the paisa brat. If you poke him, he falls over! Even if you poke him repeatedly. I can make him twitch as if he is ill... and, people scold me fer doing it... but I can't help but laugh!

So, there you have it, journal! My favorites and their names!

#xilastae

[kira-aub]

Ooh boy, I was hoping I would do this sooner but now I’m about a month behind on my update!! Okay, so a lot has happened, February was a busy month. Following my trip up to London for my birthday, I went on a day trip to Oxford with other Tier 4 Visa students. We spent the day wandering around the gorgeous city of Oxford, my friends and I spent quite a while in the Ashmolean Museum. We also found a quaint little bookshop that sold new and used books, where I came across 6 Japanese volumes of Berserk, one of my favorite manga series. They’re really hard to find normally so I instantly took all of them home with me. 

For the rest of the Tier 4 week where most of my friends were off galavanting in Budapest, I spent almost all of my time with the 2nd Year Animation students on their film. I worked on cleanup, so I was given a rough animation and I would go over it with smooth lines, then a color artist goes in and colors between them. I did both of these, but I was mostly cleanup. I got really good at it on this project, the directors called me the “Abdul Master” (the character above, he was the only one I drew). It was very fun but very long work. I would spend around 10 hours in the studio with all of them, holed up on an absolutely gorgeous Cintiq that is larger than my torso. Working on a new Cintiq was an absolute dream, and while I can create the same kind of work with my tablet, I will wistfully dream about how nice it was to work straight onto my digital work. It was an incredible learning experience, and it’s going to be the first animation I’m in with my name in it! I’m excited to see how it comes out when it’s finally finished!

Working with the second years did make me realize a few things, and one was that if I wanted to do digital animation, I needed a new computer. My Macbook air is already elderly and suffering problems and has nowhere near the amount of RAM that I would like it to have, especially when I was working on Photoshop files up to 3GB. A while ago I was prepared to buy a Macbook Pro as an upgrade, but at the price I know I can get a much more powerful PC. So I decided to make an investment for the coming years and put my student loan to use. I consulted many PC-user friends on what to get, I was looking for a high-end gaming laptop (with a high GPU and RAM and a lot of storage) that could handle a lot of different programs for whatever I may need. I also needed it to be lightweight, being physically weak with tendonitis in my elbows. We ended up finding the Razer Blade, a beautiful gaming laptop, almost as slim as a Macbook Pro, and better in every way hardware-wise. When it finally came I was ecstatic and I still touch it reverently. It has a really pretty glowing keyboard that I can configure the colors on and I’m pleasantly happy with Windows 10, so far it’s been a really easy switch. It can handle multiple programs at once and even worked well with a monster of a Photoshop file that was 4.5GB. I can’t wait to use it for my final project (which is puttering along slowly, but coming together!)

Though I was ecstatic for my new computer, it was quickly overwhelmed when I had to be taken to A&E. The night before I had started convulsing and it hadn’t stop the next day, it was making it hard to breathe and it looked like my body was having a fit, shaking uncontrollably. It was not a fun experience. Rhi, my savior once again, took me to the hospital, even piggybacked me to the taxi when I couldn’t walk. The doctors took me in immediately, they gave me Valium to control the spasms, and they settled down quite a lot but not completely. Around 7 hours later I was finally released with the doctor saying they would have a follow up appointment the next day. I went to that, but never really did find out the cause of it. My doctors assumed it was an anxiety attack, but it was different from any that I have ever experienced and was quite scary. It lasted around 2 or 3 more days after that, and now it’s thankfully gone, but I have a lingering paranoia that it’ll happen again. If it does, I’ll be sure to press for more answers than anxiety. But I don’t want to bog this down with health talk, I could go on forever and it’s really not all that interesting and this is long enough as it is.

It did take me a while to recover physically, I was exhausted and the medication I was on for it made me sleep a little too well and I ended up oversleeping quite a bit and I was really physically weak for a few days. It put me out of commission for about a week, so that was a week of no work on my project which only added to some of the stress. But luckily I’m still on track because I was ahead to begin with and am getting closer to the Production stage of my project with each day! On the tail-end of still feeling ill my animation class went (back) to Oxford, but this time I got to see the Pitts River Museum, which was extremely interesting. I hadn’t seen dinosaur fossils in a very long time and it was really exciting! We were supposed to be gathering some primary research for our projects, but sadly nothing in the museum actually pertained to what I am doing. I also don’t like drawing in museums for some reason. But it was enjoyable nonetheless, even though it left me wiped out afterward.

For Rhi’s birthday we went to the Cat Cafe, which is probably the most heavenly place in this entire city, maybe even the country. I bonded with an adorable 11 year old kitty named Auntie Anne who looked just like a kitten and had the biggest sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen. I want to go back and see her again, it was such a calming place and the business is so smart and well-run and ethical, it makes me incredibly happy. 

Continuing to trudge away at my final project, the first storyboard is done so hopefully an animatic should come soon. I’ve taken on a lot for this, but I’m excited for the challenge and hope I can bring my best!

#goddamn that was a lot of words #uni adventures #life update #big shocker kira is sick again and has to go to the hospital lol #foundation year

[kerra-and-company]

spring time ask game for ya <3 puddles, april showers, bumblebees and duckling for rhi, tanza and/or ari :) whoever strikes your inspo birb <3

<3 thanks so much! :D @i-mybrunettelady​

🥾 Puddles: Your character is roped into putting on some boots and going puddle jumping! How do they react?

Rhi: They don’t need to be roped into anything--if they’ve spotted a puddle, they’re probably already jumping in it, boots or no!

Tanza: They’d be intrigued and tentatively enthusiastic. Their main experiences with water are as rain that’ll probably freeze within the next five minutes and as the lake near her hometown, so it’d be new for sure, but not in a bad way.

Ari: She’d be grumpy about it at first--she’s not the biggest fan of water. Eventually, if it was one of her friends dragging her, she’d forget to be quite as grumpy about it.

This got a little long, so putting it under a cut to be safe!

💧 April Showers: What’s your character’s least favorite part of Spring? Why?

Rhi: When they’re little, it’s the bees/various other pollinating bugs that think their hair (which grows little flowers in the spring) is a great place to hang out. They don’t dislike bees and bugs; they’d just rather they weren’t sitting on their head. When they get older, it’s the people who tell them various spring-based or flower-based pick-up lines out of nowhere specifically during this season. They could really do without that.

Tanza: She wouldn’t tell most people this, but it frightens her a little to see the snow melt (when she’s somewhere where that happens). They grew up surrounded by snow that pretty much never melted, and change is a bit hard for them.

Ari: See the next question! (AKA: it’s definitely allergies.)

🐝 Bumblebee: Does your character get allergies? If so, do they tough it out, become entirely incapacitated, or just take some medicine?

Rhi: As far as they know, they don’t have any allergies, which they’re very thankful for.

Tanza: She gets mild seasonal-type allergies, which she doesn’t even really realize until she’s left Snowden Drifts. They take whatever the Tyrian equivalent of Claritin (or a similar brand) would be, and it helps, mostly.

Ari: Honestly, her allergies wouldn’t be that bad if she was just able to ask for help once she noticed she was having trouble with them, but she doesn’t. So it tends to just be a very exasperated Pact medic (or an equally exasperated friend/partner) dragging her into a tent and forcing her to take some kind of medicine because her nose is redder than a warning beacon and she looks terrible.

🦆 Duckling: Oh no, a group of ducklings have imprinted on your character! How do they react to being followed around constantly? How about when they eventually fly away?

Rhi: They’d be happy, for the most part! They’d ask if they could keep the ducklings (which would be a no), and their parents would help them take care of them until either they were old enough or until a mama duck who could care for them was located (by Kerra, probably). They’d pretend to be okay when the ducklings leave, because they know they need to go, but they’d really be sad, and it’d be a good lesson for them on letting go and expressing their feelings and NOW I WANT TO WRITE THIS FIC (or something similar at least), so be aware that that’s been added to my fics list because of you asdfjasdf :)

Tanza: If she found them in Snowden, she’d be worried they’d get too cold. Anywhere else and they’d still be worried about them, just for some other reason. She’d probably stay with them a lot and do her best to make sure they were okay. They’d be a little sad when the ducklings leave, but they also know that they’ll be happier out in the world where they belong, and that (in their opinion) it’s the nature of things to be free.

Ari: It would throw a big wrench in her “I’m a large cat who doesn’t need friends” impression, and it’d be fantastic for several reasons, but that’s the main one. There’d be at least one that would get super attached, and she wouldn’t understand whatsoever, but it would be adorable (and she’d eventually get at least a little attached to them all, too). There’s a non-zero chance that at least one of the ducklings decides to stay with her and she gets a new pet out of the experience. (And now I’m imagining her fighting the way Rox does with Frostbite, but instead of a devourer it’s a juvenile duck just biting the absolute hell out of whatever it’s attacking. Amazing. I may use this somehow.)

#i-mybrunettelady #rhianyi #tanza mjallkin #ari stormshield #gw2 #this was so fun and also you gave me at least two fic ideas asldjfasdf #I'll tackle those after I get through midterms and such this week

[kerra-and-company]

Hello! Welcome back again!

May I ask for Z,T,I,A for whoever you like!

You may indeed, and thank you! :D I chose some folks using the random thing picker, so enjoy some fun facts! Z: Zebra (answering these for Brook) 1. what’s their favorite animal? Brook's a bit fond of devourers, thanks to one of their former 'bandmates, but their favorite animals are definitely skimmers. 2. do they like animals? They'll tolerate them, for the most part. 3. cats or dogs? Cats. 4. what’s their dream pet? & 5. do they have any pets at the moment? Their dream pet is their skimmer Sita, who they acquired once they found the Olmakhan. So, yes, they do have at least one pet!

(everything else under a cut just so this doesn’t get too long and cover anyone’s dash, haha :) )

T: Truth (answering these for Rhi) 1. are they honest? Rhi is honest, generally speaking, but it also depends who they're talking to. With people they don't trust (or with strangers, period), they tend to lie by omission, if anything. 2. can they tell if someone is lying? They're learning to. 3. is it obvious when they’re lying? Sometimes. Their older sister Aurene can always tell. 4. have they lied about anything they regret lying about? They've done things they regret, but as for lying about them or regretting a lie, no. 5. have they told truths that have been spread against their will? Not yet. It hasn't come up. Also, they don't tend to talk willingly to anyone who might spread truths/secrets like that. I: In-the-closet (answering these for Weylon) 1. what is their sexuality? Confused as fuck! Thought he was straight for years and then realized that wasn't true. 2. have they ever questioned their sexuality? Yep yep. 3. have they ever questioned their gender? Not really, in part because he's never felt the need to and in part because he's spent a lot of his adult life in an environment that is very much not welcoming to that, so even if he had felt inclined to, he'd likely have been too afraid to really think about it. 4. would/was their family be okay with them being LGBT? Weylon and family is weird, but the people he's closest to, who are basically family, would. 5. how long would/did it take for them to come out? He technically still hasn't. A: Aptitude (answering these for Aysel) 1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young? Aysel's a mesmer, and she's naturally good at glamours in particular. This could technically count as a learned skill, but she's also very quick to spot danger. 2. what activities have they participated in? Plenty of things, but for a couple fun ones: she's the one who takes on the title of the Slayer of Issormir in my canon, and she paints, usually with watercolors. 3. what abilities do they have that they’ve worked for? Her skill as a hunter and as a fighter in general, but especially her connection to Wolf, which is forged, not innate. 4. what things are they bad at? Cooking--she'd much rather buy pre-prepped snack food or ration bars than try to make anything herself. 5. what is their most impressive talent? Depends who you ask. This isn't a talent as much as a quality, but she'd say her persistence and/or strength of will.

#brook splitstorm #rhianyi #weylon stormblade #aysel #gw2 #thanks a bunch for the ask! :D #hope you enjoyed some fun facts about a bunch of random kiddos