#mod bat

[operatorsdiner]

Cigarettes & Cryptic Neighbors: Entry 4

Dante’s phone buzzed and lit up with a text notification from Adrian. “Hey, could you come in for like an hour and clean the walk-in fridge? Some big ass thing tore it up and Baylen is tweaking hard.” Dante looked down at the text as he used his towel to pat his hair dry. His face twisted into a frown as he picked up the phone to try and come up with even an inkling of an idea how to respond to such a request but before he could even type the words he wanted, Enzo had beaten him to it. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” Dante looked at the screen and shrugged as he closed the phone and continued on with his night. He was used to hell shitting on his job when he was there so the idea of things going wrong while he was gone didn't bother him. It was essentially a part of the job description that Waffle House is its own circle of hell nestled oh so graciously between greed and wrath; His own personal inferno.  He opened his bathroom door and gracefully tossed his phone on his bed, choosing to focus on his recovery for his own health. Dante coughed harshly into his elbow and used his fist to lightly pound on his chest in hopes of migrating the clinging mucus coating his insides. The shower was meant to loosen up the sickening flem inside him and ease the migraine that brought him to his knees in agonizing pain in class today. His head chef sent him home from his pastry course after he fell over an open oven door from his vision spotting. Dante pressed his hands tightly to his face as he stumbled over to his bed and allowed himself to let gravity pull him down to his mattress. With his head throbbing he could do nothing but lay on his stomach with a pillow over his head as he shook in pain. This wasn't the first time he had had migraines but it had been over 15 years since he'd last had a migraine in all honesty; besides his cigarette every two days he was the pinnacle of health. He never drank alcohol, never took damaging drugs in high school, hell he was even a purple belt in jujitsu so the resurgence of one of the worst pains in his life not only has him annoyed but also a bit worried for his health. He had already called earlier in the day to schedule an appointment to not only check up on his health but possibly get his old prescription back for his migraine medication. For now, all Dante could do was lay in bed in agony as his brain scraped against his frontalis begging to be free. He continued to shake, almost fainting from the pain when it started to die down and he finally let his aching muscles relax from being clenched and tensed from the agony his skull decided to bestow upon him. He let out a pained groan as he removed the pillow from over his head and sat up on his mattress. Moving his duvet to the side he grabbed his phone and flinched as the bright screen invaded his senses. 

Soon his eyes adjusted to the screen as he checked his notifications. 50 unread messages. Lovely. He clicked on the work group chat and scrolled up past the wall of sarcastic memes to see what he missed. In the texts Adrian and Enzo bickered back and forth about how there should be no reason why they should be contacting either Enzo or Dante after they called off of work for very serious health issues, especially considering the fact they never call off work. Adrian could only counter by saying no one else wanted to handle it since the incident happened in the walk-in fridge, and Baylen only trusted Enzo or Dante to clean in there normally.  Enzo thankfully stood their ground for the both of them and told Adrian to either handle it themself or Enzo would come in to handle it in a very unprofessional manner. Scrolling through the rest of the chat was just the other night shift crew obviously fucking around and not cleaning the store. Normally on shift, Dante has to play manager and tell people 4 years older than him to do their job so the day shift does not harass them, but the one day he's gone he could already see the stupid yellow managerial note taped to the night shift desk bitching about how filthy it was when they opened. They always found something to bitch about though; ironic considering they never cleaned in preparation for the night crew and often left large messes for hours on end for the night shift to clean. Dante rolled his eyes as he stood up to grab his uniform to head to work. Might as well be a team player since Baylen was already having a bad night. As he pulled on his black jeans his phone came to life once more grabbing his attention at hand. Tilting his head at an angle to read the message from his beloved manager, Baylen, he let out a sigh of relief as he opened the chat. 

“I‘ll deal with the walk-in, I was the one who fired rounds into it anyway.” Dante’s face scrunched with a look that was a mix of concern, confusion, and disappointment. “You know what. Not even going to question it. You do you.” The message was left on seen as Dante continued to get dressed to head out for the night. The West Virginia fall was not kind with its temperatures, especially in the hilly woods that Dante called his home. Dante laced up his boots and stood tall as he left his bedroom, heading straight for the coat rack to grab his heaviest jacket. His dad’s old beat-up carhartt jacket was the best thing he had around to keep him warm and comfortable in the chilling air. Checking his pockets for his lighter and cigarettes, he slid the chain of his lock to the left and unlocked his door making sure to grab his keys on the way out. Once in the hall of his apartment, he turned around quickly pulling on the door handle harshly as he stuck his key into the knob to lock the door behind him. “You didn’t knock on my door today,” a monotone voice said from behind him. Dante nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around at breakneck speed to see who was behind him. Standing behind Dante with a shit-eating grin was his neighbor and fellow college classmate, Cody. Dante held his hand to his chest as he let out a sigh of relief before slapping Cody's arm harshly. “You scared me you fucking dickhead,” he grumbled as he pulled his key out of the door handle. Cody let out a mischievous chuckle and gave Dante a lopsided grin. “You know me. Silent but deadly.” Dante snickered as he turned and headed down the hallway with Cody trailing behind. They both headed down the stairs of their apartment building and out of the back exit to an alleyway behind the building. The alleyway wasn't the ideal spot to stand around at, as it held the dumpsters and feral animals of the town. More often than not week old trash and moldy cardboard littered the concrete floor with the smell of cat piss wafting over for added ambiance, but to Dante, it didn't matter as he had gone nose blind to it years ago when he had moved in. Dante wasted no time heading over to the metal stairs that connected to the building and taking his seat. Pulling out his pack of newports, he grabbed one and placed it between his lips as he cuffed his hand in front of his face, bringing the lighter up to the end of it. Once the tip glowed a burnt ember orange, he took a long drag and then held it in, relishing in the warmth and slight burning it brought to his lungs. He exhaled as a familiar tingle spread across his body, “God I've needed a hit of nicotine all day, you have no idea,” Dante chuckled gruffly as he looked up at Cody who was pulling out his own pack. Cody smiled while shaking his head as he pulled out his desired cigarette and felt around his pockets. “Forgot my lighter again. You mind?” Cody questioned as he placed it delicately between his lips. Dante snickered and rolled his eyes at Cody's carelessness. 

“When do I ever mind?” Dante retorted as he placed the cigarette back in his mouth. Cody smiled as he leaned down and touched the tip of his cigarette against Dante’s. Cody's bright green eyes focused on the cancer sticks between them, but Dante couldn't help but let his eyes drift to admire the man in front of him. They had been neighbors for 3 years since Dante had turned 18 and moved to the dingy apartment building in hopes of starting his young adult life on the right foot. Cody was the first to introduce himself as he was in the exact same boat as Dante. Being the only other person close in age to Dante at 23, the two got along right away as not only were they neighbors but were also students of the same campus. While Dante was in the culinary arts program Cody was in the pathology program. Not only was Cody extremely educated he was also very pretty to Dante. Pale skin littered with freckles and beauty marks, hands constantly moisturized with neatly cut nails, a gentle face with nice cheekbones, glasses that brought attention to his strong eye shape, and wavy brown hair that just suited him nicely. Dante always admired him for his ambitions and his boyish charms. He only came back to the present moment as Cody pulled back and took a long drag of his smoke. “I was on my way over to the Waffle House to see you when you were walking out of your apartment. Didn’t you have work today?”  He asked, looking down at the man in front of him on the steps. Dante shrugged. “Had a migraine in class. Called off work. Set up a doctor's appointment as well because I haven't had migraines like that since I moved here from Michigan.” Cody hummed in acknowledgment as he took another hit. “Shame, I was hoping you'd bring me the leftovers of today's class assignment.” Dante laughed dryly and smiled as he shook his head. “I'm not your personal chef, you know. I work at a Waffle House for christ’s sake.” He sucked on his cancer stick and rubbed his boot on the ground. Pulling out his phone he checked the time and checked his messages. A few from the night shift’s group chat bullshitting around again, and a few from Enzo talking about their migraine finally fading away. Cody moved closer, leaning over Dante to spy on his phone. 

Finding nothing of interest from his quick glance, Cody leaned away and continued to smoke. “Hey, just so you know, I’m having friends from out of town come over a lot in the next few weeks, so if you hear banging or something coming from my apartment you know why,” Cody said off-handedly and shrugged. Dante rested his elbows on the steps behind him while he stretched out his legs in front of him, “As long as you aren’t having loud sex and your friends don’t fuck with my door we’re cool. You know how bad I get when I'm paranoid.” Cody's face scrunched up in disgust at the mention of sex but nodded at Dante’s requests, “Sounds fair to me. You don’t bother my friends and they won't bother you.” Cody took one last drag before dropping his cigarette onto the wet concrete and snuffing it out with a twist of his converse. “Well, I have a path assignment due by Thursday. I'll stop by your job tomorrow to grab my usual so I can fuel up to study. I’m gonna bring my friend along with me though. I'm sure you'll love them. They're a bit of a weirdo like you.” Dante’s head snapped in Cody’s direction with a stern glare. “You're cruel and unusual for that but you're not wrong. Just a dickhead.” Cody laughed as he headed to the back door and held it open. Looking back at Dante he grinned and chuckled. He rested his temple against the door as he looked at the boy on the stairs. “You know you love me. Anyways, don't stay out here too long, your health is already all sorts of fucked and the last thing you need is a cold right now. I'll see you around, Dante.” With that, he stepped inside, letting the metal door softly shut behind him. Dante smiled softly at where Cody once stood as he finished his cigarette. Standing up, he tossed the butt to the floor, stomping it out before turning and heading towards the door.  As his hand touched the door handle, a shooting pain spread across his body and dark spots flooded his vision as another migraine ensued. Dante used the door to brace his body and he opened it and stumbled inside, using the wall to hold him up. Squeezing his eyes shut until wet hot tears of pain streamed down his face, he used his sense of touch to lead himself up the stairs and back to his apartment. Making his way to his door, he reached into his pocket, yanking out his keys and slamming them into the keyhole with one go. He quickly twisted the keys and stepped inside, closing the door behind him as gently as possible as he turned around. Locking both locks he threw his keys into a bowl. He didn't have the energy to even go to his room as he collapsed on the couch, curling up into a tight ball to try and stop the pain. He shook and cried silently as his cranium begged for a hole to be put in it. He felt his phone buzz again as he laid there pathetically. Grabbing it quickly, he opened up the messenger to see a text from Baylen. “Hey, dress nice tomorrow. Your polaroid on the staff board has disappeared so we're gonna have to retake it. Hope you feel better.”

#creepypasta #horror #marble hornets #indy horror story #slenderverse wafflehouse #slenderverse #original characters #original character #the operator #mod bat

[honsedeathmatch]

Unicorn Tournament

Unicorns! Mythical mono-horned equines! They're such a fixture of myth and pop culture that they really need no introduction. As such, we're here to determine the Most Unicorn of All Time (according to a small subset of the Tumblr userbase). That's where you come in.

We will be accepting unicorn submissions until the end of April. If you have a favorite unicorn from fiction or myth, please feel free to submit it here! If you have something that kind of counts as a unicorn if you think about it hard enough, also feel free to submit that! We're more than happy to debate its unicorn-ness Diogenes-style (because Diogenes is an icon to be emulated, and it will add a lovely side of shenanigans to the proceedings -Mod Bat).

Rules are as follows:

Be respectful (don't be a dick, please).

Multiple submissions per person are welcome, but don't spam the same character, please.

Propaganda is welcome, but please be responsible and respectful; this is all meant to be in good fun, after all. If things get toxic we can and will shut this whole thing down without remorse.

This blog is run by Mod Bat and Mod Cat. We're open to any questions, and our posts will be tagged to match who's responding.

#poll tournament #tumblr bracket #unicorn #unicorn tournament #master post #main post #mod bat #mod cat

[dailypronouns]

Hey guys!

So, as I am sure you all have noticed, We have been quite inactive!

I ( Mod Bat), am planning on resuming this blog. I am waiting on an answer from the other mods, however, I haven't heard from them in about a year. We will see.

What that could look like is deleting all asks we cannot answer. I'm sorry guys but some requests we cannot fill. Mod applications will likely be reopened as well.

Currently I am queueing all drafts that I deem fit to see the light of day, and doing any asks I can. I really missed yall and I am hoping we can revive this blog.

New year, new start to this blog.

#mod bat

[dailymogai]

woo gender.

#mod bat #xenogender #mogai positivity #mogai friendly #mogai blog

[mp100days]

096 - HOW DID THEY BABYGIRLIFY HIM EVEN MORE.

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mob #reigen arataka #mod 1 #have you seen his stupid sigh in the new episode hes like (-｡-; and nobody bats an eye

[scarland-artbook]

🚧📖🚧!

#hermitcraft #scarland artbook #featuring our mod Julia (is a bat)

[silver-horse]

aww 🤣🥰 I love you modders

#that's so cute #lmfao #batstarion #bg3 #mods #mod #cute #modded #bat #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #my post #my posts #so cute #animals #bg3 mine

[stamp-it-to-me]

a 2010 Brazilian stamp from a series on native bats

[id: a bat-shaped stamp with an image of a common sword-nosed bat in the center. this bat has a particularly long and tall nose. this stamp is marked as being worth two Brazilian real. end id]

#snail mail #stamps #postage #brazil #mod fave #bats #animals

[ryllen]

i saw these two posts [x] [x] and be like 'ah yeah this makes sense'

#mod posting #not super fan of clothes design just being mirrored for sebek/silver but u know it is how it is sometimes #the second pic third row i love that the shoulder black parts look like bat's wings #the first pic second row just looks like malleus horn #i can't hold it back to point at it at him #o this looks just like some dress level up game #first pic lvl 1 dress #second pic lvl 50 dress

[sonicchaoscontrol]

Loving your depictions of all the characters so far. Cool composed auntie Rouge, cold unsentimental professional Shadow, Omega.

They're coping.

(Omega? Omega never changes. That one just is.)

#mod draws #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #e123 omega #team dark #sonic au #look i had fun with these #as an aside the shadow + rouge dynamic is kept platonic for a multitude of reasons just in case #they're just Close and I plan to keep it that way #also thank you; this ask made my day

[nyaagolor]

another round of little guys who never quite got finished

#ace attorney #raymond shields #vera misham #nahyuta sahdmadhi #justine courtney #ema skye #ryunosuke naruhodo #blaise debeste #jinxie tenma #ray is a poodle vera is a sheep nahyuta is a gazelle #justine is a kangaroo ema is a red pana (that was a request! unsure from who tho) ryu is a mouse #blaise is a lion and jinxie is a bat! #gyaku shaun sai hanri au #furry #mod vex #vex art

[operatorsdiner]

The Night Shift: Entry 1.

It wasn't new for Alex to “open” but it was new having to get carpooled with the youngest member of their team. Dante’s pickup truck was surprisingly clean inside and even had accommodations for the passenger seat such as a little head pillow and some hand wipes. He sat in the driver's seat with his left hand on the wheel and the other turning the window crank with a cigarette placed between his lips. “You don't mind if I smoke right now, right?” He mumbled glancing over at Alex. For being a dickhead line cook, he was pretty polite to his coworkers off the clock. “It’s a little early, isn’t it?” Alex yawned as they glanced at the red blinking clock on the radio, 12:45 am with the top line of the five not appearing at all. Dante hummed as he removed the cigarette from his lips as he cranked the window back up. “Yeah, you’re right. My bad.” He shrugged as he slipped a cassette into the radio. Alex gave a nod of acknowledgment as they turned their head to look out the window. The trees of the forest that surrounded the road made it feel like they were driving in a circle with the moonlight peeking through the treetops mocking them. 

The sound of the Depeche Mode fills the car acting as background noise to the ride.  “Thanks for giving me a ride by the way. You were the last person I wanted to contact but I knew you were the most reliable.” The corner of Dante’s lips curled up a bit but ultimately kept his normal bitch face. “No worries. My shift isn’t till 12 so I have time to get some sleep.” He grumbled as he readjusted his glass. Alex rested their forehead against the cold glass as they kept their eyes outside. Of course, the one day they're already running late for work is the day their car breaks down. They already knew Dante would be up as he would have just gotten out of his last class for the semester of culinary school. Alex continued to stare out the window for the rest of the time until the truck took a slight right turn and pulled into the parking lot of their job. A fucking Waffle house. Not where they ever imagined someone like them working but life is a cruel prankster and it unfortunately made Alex its jester. Dante parked in front of the building and turned to Alex with an expecting look. Alex looked forward and crumbled in despair as they rubbed their faces in their hands. “Baylen is going to fucking chew me out,” they groaned in agony. Dante hummed and pulled out a cigarette as he opened the driver-side door with a loud creak. He slammed the door behind him as he walked over to the passenger side door and opened it for Alex. “I'll take Baylen's wrath for you, just go get your apron,” Alex sighed in defeat as they climbed out of the car and headed towards the building. 

The familiar ring of the front door grabbed the staff's attention as Alex entered with Dante trailing behind close with a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Familiar brown hair caused Alex's stomach to sink into their ass. Baylen had taken up the mantle of head chef due to Alex's tardiness. Baylen's head turned to greet the pair. “Hi, welcome to Waffle House take a se- YOU!” Baylen yelled as they realized who had entered the establishment. Thank god the restaurant was mostly empty. Alex visibly shrunk as Baylen raised their voice. Before Alex could respond Dante stepped in front of Alex to play mediator. “Heyyy, I did call. Why didn't you pick it up? Alex's car was ass so I had to drive ‘em,” He said with a grin. His slightly yellowed teeth seemed to have a sparkle to them as he charmed Baylen. Baylen frowned as they looked over Dante’s shoulder and glared at Alex. “Must have not heard the ring,” They grumbled as they turned around to continue working on the grill. Alex let out a sigh of relief as they walked past Dante and towards the back area to retrieve their apron. It seemed they were alone in the back as Enzo and Vesper worked on dishes together while making not-so-very-small talk. They both greeted Alex with a smile as they rushed to grab their apron. Vesper leaned against the sink and looked at the clock on the wall, “Wow an hour and fifteen minutes late? Who drove you this time since Adrian is already here?” They grin mischievously. Alex groaned as they rushed over to the clock-in station and punched in their card. “Dante,” They said as they tied their apron and rushed back to the front. Enzo peaked over the corner to the main seating area. “Oh shit, it is Dante.” He shook his arms off to remove the water and suds. Using his apron he walked around the counter and greeted Dante. Dante greeted Enzo with a smile as they did their normal greeting. Alex quickly walked over to the grill and politely took their spatula from Baylen as they immediately started cooking.

Baylen sighed and patted Alex's back as they began cooking. “It's not your fault. Just call next time,” Baylen said with a small smile as they walked away to begin wrapping silverware. “If it makes you feel better we've been pretty empty tonight. That's a pick-up order I was working on. Everyone is just getting paid to stand around tonight.” Baylen turned their attention to Dante. “Wanna switch shifts and just clock in now so you don't have to work with the day shift weirdos?” Dante lulled his head in Baylen’s direction then glanced at the clock. “Pfft sure why not? Just text the morning shift lead.” Baylen nodded as they wrote on a clipboard and looked up. “WREN AND ADRIAN WHEN I COME BACK THERE BETTER BE AT LEAST 3 ROLLS OF SILVERWARE DONE!” Baylen shouted as they turned and headed to the back room.

Alex sighed and hung their shoulders as they packaged the food for the order. 

Just another night on the job.

#creepypasta #marble hornets #horror #Slenderverse Wafflehouse #indy horror story #mod bat

[aro-culture-is]

aro culture is celebrating, uplifting the voices of, and practicing advocacy with the disabled people in our lives this disability pride month.

#aro culture is #aro #aromantic #actually aro #actually aromantic #ask #mod phoenix #disability pride month #also a book recommendation for y'all: Academic Ableism: Disability and Higher Education by Jay Timothy Dolmage #it's somewhat USAmerican and Euro-centric due to... y'know... the general structure of Higher Education worldwide #but it's got a very informative and frank discussion right off the bat about eugenics and the very recent history of incredibly terrible #ableism in the last century that was only rejected in word and sorta in spirit when eugenics became a core ideological facet of nazis #highly recommend that if you live in an area where you have access to a library / library system #that you check if they have access to it - and if they don't: request it! - and read even the first two chapters

[dailypronouns]

If you don’t mind me asking...what’s petre? I’ve never heard the term before (also not asking in a malicious way - in fact I’m only asking because if it’s what I think it is then it might be something that one of my headmates does? We don’t wanna assume though)

hiya!

Pet regression is similar to age regression. One may feel like an animal, rather than a person. It's different from otherkin or therein usually.

I'm not super educated on the topic, but that's what I know!

#pet regression #not mogai #mod bat #sfw

[girlboyburger]

ponysony...2!

#okay. more like ponysony 4. but. this ones got a remixed palette from old old bat pony sona #also it's in love with chrysalis :) and chrysalis loves it #my art #pony #ponysona #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp fim #bat #bat pony #oc: lovebug #cute #pink #bug #beetle #i MIGHT post some of the silly selfship doodles i made. maybe. i'm a lil embarrassed but i think theyre fun #batpony #mod pony #mod pone #mlp oc #mlp fandom #self insert

[theswedishpajas]

Lil doodles from last night

#my art stuff #doodles #sketches #astarion #bat #batstarion #I feel the need to specify this is spawn Astarion with mods cus Ascended Astarion makes me sad but I still want my sweet to get to fly #and also be fluffy and even easier to carry around in my huge arms #we taught him some sorta wild shape spell or something - don’t ask about it #tav #tiefling tav #durge #tiefling durge #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #TINY BAT DOES BIG STRONG FLAP #He was upset his leader+multiclass rogue boyfriend gets to do all the fun sneaking #so he wanted to help - despite usually enyojing not having to do any work #but it felt unfair that he only gets to shoot from a distance #or do extremely heavy lifting on the damage department with none of the fun of it #so he gets to help with a surprise attack (and then immediately retreat into my arms during and post battle #cus his lil armsies hurt like HELL after flying my goliath of a body for any amount of time #He was prolly close to dropping me but I have every bit of trust in him to carry through his word! 😤 #gods - I wanna spoil him to the ends of faerûn and back #I love him so much. #kisses #both just as a tag for the post and also cus that’s the main thing I’ll be providing him with