MC: Do any sounds annoy you?
Liz: Real sounds or imaginary sounds?
MC, curious: Let's say imaginary.
Liz: Spider wearing flip flops.
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Frank do you remember the horrors
"I remember them, Frank," said the Sphere. "I have experienced them with you."
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Cat tax
This is Lizard she is 5 and a half and she has decided that the Christmas tree skirt is her new nap locale. She is the goodest girl and loves plastic springs and crinkle balls and waking me up at 5 for breakfast.
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lil miss alchemist! Liz's toxic trait is thinking she can mad-science her way out of monsterhood. if she was mysteriously transmogrified into a Lizalfos, surely there's a way to do it again in reverse, right? so she starts experimenting and becomes quite the whiz at elixirs. she pretty quickly figures out that one of the most reliable ways to get ingredients is to use her own leftover body parts, so the arrival of a blood moon often heralds setting up a looney-tunes fatal deathtrap for herself, timed perfectly so the useful bits of her corpse will fall into the cooking pot just seconds before she respawns to rush back over and stir her concoction
she'd get along well with Zelda tbh
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Doodled some warrior cats character designs I've either drawn only a few times or had brewing in my head! I want to make full refs of my designs for them because this is a lot of fun!
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When I hear the ship name Lizadier, this is the only thing in my head.
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Guys I think im the only person who hcs liz as anything other than a lizard.
I just think hes a sleepy bouncy guy who tags with skates and gent cus hes got nothing better to do! hes sentient just dopey
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A little Baxton for the soul
inspired by this gem by @its-oodles-of-doodles the one who carried the fanart torch for this fandom
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landfall: chapter 3
On a bright fateful morn, Jack Sparrow brings rumors of the Black Pearl and her crew of the damned to Port Royal. In theory, the ship should be no match for the dragon Tempest and his Captain Norrington — but the Pearl harbors dangerous shadows of her own.
or: potc, but temeraire. multi-chapter wip, ~7k words
Tempest obligingly covers Norrington with a wing and ducks his head beneath so they might converse with some privacy.
“James,” he says softly, worriedly, “was Mr. Turner taken as Elizabeth was?”
Norrington thinks of the defiant look in Turner’s eye during their last argument. He hesitates, and says, “Turner was not coerced into action, if that is what you mean.”
“Then he is a pirate.”
“He is,” Norrington agrees cautiously.
The implication hangs in the silence between them. They are not far from the remains of pirates hanged at the entrance to the harbor, their corpses left to bleach in the sun as a warning to all miscreants who would enter these waters.
“Let us see what he has to say for himself before we condemn him to death,” Norrington says, when Tempest does not reply. “Elizabeth is our priority — I dare to assume we will stumble upon Turner in our endeavors.”
“As you say,” Tempest concedes with a glum sigh. “He is kind to me, is all. I did not think he could be a pirate.”
“I know, dear heart.”
He pats Tempest’s nose, and Tempest nuzzles closer. He folds his wing back so they might watch the sails unfurl, catch the wind, and speed them away.
(read here on ao3!) (and check out some art of The Boys HERE)
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