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eliasiis · 1 year

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spar with me

pairing : established chixiao

word count : 1.4k

so you know how you're meant to be writing a fic centered around a certain thing but you get too distracted writing your poor little meow meows being gay to get on with that? yeah

"Xiaooo!"

The Yaksha in question appears in a burst of power tinted with teal. A frown pulls at his lips when he sees the lack of danger Childe seems to be in, yet he's not entirely sure what else he'd expected. Of course Childe wanted to waste his time. What else does that dumb Fatui have to do?

"Oh, there you are!" Childe reaches to lay his hand on Xiao's shoulder, but the shorter backs away before he gets to fully raise his hand. Childe, of course, doesn't take it personally and returns his hand back to it's place on his hip. Sure, it's settled now that they're... doing something that can maybe be referred loosely to as 'dating', but Childe knows how sensitive Xiao can be to unexpected contact.

"Are you free, by any chance?" Xiao begins to respond with a resounding "No," but Childe cuts him off before he can do so. "If so, I need to practice with my polearm today! Care to join me?"

The ginger looks at Xiao for a moment, just to study his features. His expression seems uncertain and his arms are drawn tight to his chest, crossed and closing himself off to Childe. He prepares himself for the strong decline he's about to receive and starts thinking about other ways he can persuade Xiao into going along with him.

Mm... He's already made plenty of almond tofu, enough to last Xiao a life-time, but he feels like that approach might be getting old. Sure, bribery is always a good way to get what you want, but Childe wants to do something fun next time. Maybe he could-

"Fine. But I won't stay long."

Childe resists the urge to grab Xiao and twirl him in the air. He thinks this might be the first ever time Xiao's agreed to do something with him without hours of persuasion!

"Ah! Has my charm finally gotten to you, Xiao?"

"Don't push it. Let's go."

... ◇ 》

Childe wipes the sweat off of his brow and drops his polearm.

"Alright, alright! Let's... Hah... Wrap this up for today." He says. He rests with his hands on his knees, panting loud enough to disturb the stray cats in the field into leaving. He falls back, laying on the cool, refreshing grass with an arm over his eyes to block the sun.

But he never hears the 'whoosh' of Xiao teleporting away. Instead, he hears the grass next to him rustle for a moment before it goes quiet.

Cracking an eye open, he sees that Xiao is sitting beside him. Leaning back on his arms, his golden eyes stare into Childe's for a moment before he turns his gaze to the sight in front of him. If Childe didn't know better, he'd say that Xiao is blushing a little bit. If Childe had known all it took to make Xiao blush was eye contact, he would've made use of that a while ago.

"Soo," Childe grins, sitting up as well. "How'd I do, boss?"

Xiao doesn't even turn to look at him. "I continue to tell you that you cannot brute force your way into every fight, but you continue to do so anyway."

"Hey, it works for me-!"

"Did I say I was done talking? You need to think during battle no matter how hard that may be for you. However... You did seem a little distracted this time around, which is idiotic." During those last words, Childe swears Xiao's eyes shine with an almost teasing glint.

He knows what Xiao means by 'distracted.' He knows that Xiao noticed he'd been too distracted admiring the graceful way Xiao moved to focus entirely on fighting, and he's teasing him for it.

"You-! Now who told you you're allowed to do that?" He reaches for Xiao's arm, maybe just to give him a light smack for making fun of him, but his wrist is caught in Xiao's iron grip. He doesn't let go.

"I fail to see what it is you think I'm doing."

What a bastard! Grinning, Childe wrestles his arm out of Xiao's grip and pushes him by the chest into laying down. For a moment, Xiao attempts to shove Childe himself, but he also fails to see that Childe can be just as nimble as himself and is quickly settled between Xiao's legs with both his wrists pinned beside his head.

The Yaksha squints and gives a guttural growl, but Childe doesn't miss the subtle upward twitch of his lips. "What are you trying to prove here?"

Childe chuckles and leans in. He can almost feel Xiao's breath on his own lips. "I just wanted to make sure you know you shouldn't tease me."

The closeness makes the both of them flush, but neither comments on it.

After a beat, Childe is about to pull away, but Xiao, sweet, wonderful, perfect Xiao kisses him. The sudden feeling makes butterflies and what feels like exploding sunshine burst in Childe's stomach and he smiles into the kiss.

He releases Xiao's wrists and drags his hands lower to his waist and he finds that his hands fit his small waist perfectly.

Xiao's lips are dry, but not chapped- He's not even sure of the state of his own, but he can't say he cares. Not when Xiao's arms are snaking around his neck and his lips are parting, yet painfully slowly-

"Ah! D-Don't-"

Suddenly, they've parted. Childe doesn't have time to mourn the loss of the kiss because he's too busy scanning over Xiao's body, trying to understand what could've caused that reaction. "Oh, love, did I hurt you? What happened? I'm so sorry, oh-"

But Xiao's smiling. It's a beautiful thing. His peachy lips are parted in a wide, wobbling grin and unnaturally pointed canines shine at Childe, which, wow. His own smaller, gloved hand rests atop Childe's, idle on his waist.

Wait...

Oh.

"You're ticklish!"

"No, Childe. Do not-"

Childe pins Xiao to the ground again, but with different intentions this time. Before Xiao can protest, Childe's nimble fingers are already gliding up and down his side. The thin shirt he wears does nothing to protect him from the electric sensation, yet he bites his lip and hides his face in his shoulder anyway.

"Oh, come on love, don't do that!" Without warning, Childe digs his fingers into Xiao's poor stomach. He vibrates his fingers just slightly and Xiao squeals.

The dam has broken, and there is no repairing it. Adorable, poorly held back giggles fall from Xiao's lips and oh, Childe thinks he might be in love. His hand falls from it's place pinning Xiao to join his other hand in massaging his fingers into Xiao's stomach.

"A-aha- Stop!! Nnh- I'm... Nohot- Ahh..!!" He really does try to hold it back, but bouncy, high-pitched squeals and giggles fall from his lips like a river. He pushes at Childe's hands with his own, but he finds that he's already been too weakened for that to mean anything.

"Don't tell me... Were you about to say you're not ticklish?" The wolfish grin plastered to the Harbinger's face makes Xiao want to throw him out a window. "You wouldn't lie to me like that, would you Xiao?"

Childe's teasing is punctuated by squeezes to the grooves of Xiao's hips, followed by an unbearable scribbling up his sides to his ribs.

Xiao arches his back, but this just sends him further into Childe's hands and Archons, he needs this to stop. His arms feel like jelly and his face must be flushed and his hips turn and twist with every flutter of Childe's tickling fingers and he just cannot take this, he swears it.

Childe's fingers scribble in the spaces between his ribs and he shrieks. "Noohoho! I-I cahahan't-!! Ah! Stohop, I cahan't take ihit-"

"Oh, really?" Childe leans closer to Xiao and stills his hands. His rests them on his waist, but he makes sure to keep his thumbs lightly gliding over the surface, just to keep him on his toes. "Liyue's all-mighty Yaksha? Tough, resilient Xiao? Darling, you can't take a little tickling?"

Still involuntarily grinning, Xiao tries his very best to block off the remaining giggles while he pushes Childe's stupid face away from him.

He fails, though. Childe's damn hands are still tickling him and he hates this, really. He does.

"I just want to let you know you've had free movement for a while." Childe presses a gentle, soft kiss to Xiao's cheek. It doesn't match his sadistic tone of voice. "You could've moved at any time. You like this, don't you?"

Xiao doesn't move. He just glares. Any effect it might have had dissipates under his precious grin.

"Good to know! Anyways, let's continue-"

"Do not!"

#goooood. i love them so much.#where are my chixiao enjoyers wtf #chixiao #xiaochi #tickle fic #lee xiao #ler childe #genshin impact #xiao #childe #so was anyone gonna tell me there are like 5 whole chixiao likers on the planet??#yall i need sum fucking content. preferably stuff i dont have to make myself #my fics

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smallgodseries · 2 years

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[image description: A stylized 50’s style illustration of a black cat with huge golden eyes sitting atop the world in a bubble-helmet. Teeny flying saucers float in the starry purple space background. Text reads, “133, Nightfall ~ The Small God of World Domination”]

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We’re not sure what the cats were thinking when they domesticated humans. Oh, sure, primates are useful, with their clever little primate hands that can do useful primate things, like building warm houses to keep the rain out, and making factories to produce cat toys, and opening cans of tuna. Tuna. That alone justifies keeping at least half the species around.

The other half, though…cat-kickers. Dog-lovers. All-around bastards who don’t think anything of tying their own children in a sack and throwing them in the river, much less ours. So why do we have them? Couldn’t our ancestors have done a better job of cultivating their servant species? You’d think they would have tried harder to make a better future for us. You’d think they would have cared.

At least our gods are amazing. Perfect in every conceivable way, really. Sleek of fur and swift of claw and sharp and bright of eye. They’ll stalk and kill the gods of the lesser, until the heavens belong entirely to them. The hells, too. Anything you can imagine, they’ll have it for their own, and they’ll share it with us, for we have been faithful, for we are forever beloved.

And the greatest of them all is Nightfall, in whose shining green eyes is reflected the future, in whose sleek black sides we can see our absolute dominion over all. She will guide us to the promised land of catnip and chicken, where every lap is open and every hand is kind.

Oh, oh, you dear sweet kitten. We told you she was the small god of world domination.

We never said that it was going to be this one.

Let the poor, half-domesticated humans keep the world they’ve spoilt. We’ll have a better one for our own, and we’ll never look back again.

Meow.

• • • • •

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#Small Gods #smallgodseries #Seanan McGuire #Lee Moyer #icons and stories

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goatpaste · 1 year

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Whats your fav jjba episode?

mAN.. thats really a hard one to awnser??

OK OK,,, if you will allow me i can probably pick a fav or two per part

i think my all time fav episode IS the rat hunting episode, its a DiU ep, its got rats, and its a cute silly ep with jotaro and josuke and jotaro almost dies in the funniest way he coulda so it kinda hits a lot of fav elements for me

BUT

Phantom Blood: honestly? its hard to say because i think the manga is better and the anime was weirdly segmented for eps. it kinda slumps in the middle for me

so i think I like the Youth with Dio ep, something about it is very fun to me...

Battle Tendency: OUGH so this ones hard because i think p solidly i loVE the first ep

i think Joseph at the start of Battle Tendecy carried the strongest best traits of Joseph that Araki kinda left behind, like being really nice and passionate about things that mattered even if it put himself in danger, as well as having a hair trigger fight response when it cames to ppl bothering him, or more importantly bothering the people he cares about.. they cut out a bit of him and erinas bestie stuff from the manga which is sO sad

but i think "New Yorks JoJo" captures my favirote snap shot of silly fun bastard joseph that i love that he lost, with so many funny antics and such and his FUCKIGN SIGHT WITH STRAIZO IS SOO GOOD

BUT if i didnt go with that, id had to go with the chariot fight ep, so kinda two eps as this spans over both with the "a True Warrior" and "A Warrior Returns to the Wind" WHICH THE LATER EP TITLE MAKES ME SOOO WEEPY GOOD LURD ILY WHAM

Stardust Crusaders: SO THIS ONE IS HARD BECAUSE ITS SO FUCKING LONG AND SO MANY CHUNKS OF STUFF SPAN 2 AND 3 PARTERS

but mmm probably one of the D'arby fights,,, its hard to pick my fav? they both are really iconic and their the ones i remember the best/most fondly out of all Stardust tbh

Diamond is Unbreakable: LIKE I SAID THIS IS PROBABLY THE RAT HUNTING EP ITS SO GOOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH LOL

i really think nearly every ep in DiU is really great, i think their all classic and i really dont have many i find a drag like i tend to in other parts. the yukako eps are really fun, LETS GO EAT ITALIAN FOOD IS A CLASSIC, THE INVISIBLE BABY EP, the intro ep for rohan are great just for the ending where josuke kills him <3, MIKITAKA EP!!! UGH a lot of good ones

but the rat hunting ep wins for me, for having a rat in it

Golden Wind:.. im so sorry this ones kinda easy only because.. i dont... really like golden wind as a whole

But its Spice Girl vs. Notorious B.I.G. i think its the best fight in the whole part and its a big reason i wish trish gotten to do more. i would KILL for a trish and bruno team up fight....

dont get me wrong i loVE a lot of other fights, Narancia and formaggio fight is fun, the secco fight is sO fun, i also love the greatful dead and Beach Boy fight

but 100% its the spice girl ep for me, i think its really fucking excellent

Stone Ocean: AGAIN A TOUGHY BECAUSE I REALLY DO LIKE ALL OF STONE OCEAN VERY MUCH

but fuck dude, i think just based off the top of my head, its either the gwess fight or the mcqueen fight. i think i just love how silly they are, the gwess and mcqueen are my poor little meow meows

BUT UGHHH the Limp Biskit episode really is a good one to man... i rEALLY loved watching that one with no prior knowledge

AND THE DRAGON DREAM EP, but tbh while i LOVE FF and Dragon Dream in there, the ep and fight itself are fine. the concept fine just a lil boring

and ofc i love the brando bro eps, and rikiels was probably my favirote.

sdjkghjkd i think i just really liked the sILLY ones

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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years

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[head in wip-soaked-hands]

everything has been piling up and i’ve missed THOUSANDS of tags - please accept my sincere apologies, in the form of this ultra-mega-super wip wednesday <333 thank you very very much to @autisticempathydaemon @romirola @zozo-01 and @bicyclepainting for your kind tags!!

5 wip excerpts for your perusal - as always, titles are subject to change, but i think you can see where i’m going with this, in 5 words or less :D

you’re the cat’s meow! - silent films are so boring

(a return to the world of motion capture, now in vivid technicolour and surround sound!)

(You couldn’t even move. They’d taken him away, and you hadn’t been able to do a thing to stop it. Disappearing through the door and he’d looked so… small. It hadn’t been right. Elliott had never seemed small before. Larger than life, like he’d stepped right out of the silver screen and into your arms, like the whole world melts away when he stops looking at it.)

(Maybe it’s true, after all. Maybe the world really does crumble away when he’s not there, and this is what it’s like to fall. You’ve never known what the world was like without Elliott. The golden snatches of his time, the sweet spotlight of his affection - now, you’re swept away in the scene change, and all is silent in the pitch-black of the wings. When’s your cue again?)

thicker than water - sibling rivalry just got bloody

You might think that it’s madness. That it’s like some crazed, bloodthirsty, animal state that descends upon them, that it’s like they’re totally different people. You’d be wrong. Both of them are perfectly, boringly sane when it happens. There’s no madness here, no delusion - just a brother and a sister who hate and hate and hate. She’s entirely rational when she tries to sever his spinal column with her teeth, he’s not confused about why he’s trying to rip her arm from its socket. Perhaps it runs in the family. Tearing each other apart comes naturally.

return to me - possible human experiments in limerence

You poor thing. If only, little trickster god. You put up a good fight, but alas - the metaphysical theory behind it disproves you.

But h-

We can talk about it later, dear. He’d pretend to examine the object label on the wall to your left, brushing off your misplaced concern - you don’t really need to hear him explain all that. Far too boring, far too dense and dull. A singular waste of time and effort, especially considering how precious little time he gets to spend with you as it is.

Marble and varnished wood and wrought iron. The museum is vast and full of fascinating things. Easily enough to fill an afternoon and then some. Take your time.

Walk with him.

Beauty, it is said, is in the eye of the beholder. Blake disagrees. Whoever said that had clearly never met you.

rose and cherry red - at last, it’s all complete

(He misses it sometimes, his hometown. When was the last time he went back? How long has it been since then? It might be the nostalgia talking, but he’ll tell you it’s a beautiful sort of place - a great blue sky stretching out every which way you look, long roads disappearing in the haze of heat, peaceful afternoons that last forever. There’s a good life to be had there, if you’ve got the temperament for it.)

(It hurts, but he knows he’ll never go back. That place belongs in the light of day, the heat of summer, the sun where he’s not welcome. He has no right to it, not any more - the car door cut it out of him, and it bled to death somewhere in the rain when he wasn’t looking.)

breathe me, baby - not quite the janitor’s closet

(note: in the style of the Great Purge, this one has had to be… modified slightly for the sake of this post. i can’t imagine why…)

“What’s our rule, lovely?”

Bastard.

You’d tell him, if you were capable of complex thought right now. His voice is smooth and dark, murmuring against your neck as you desperately try to form the words to reply, but the hand over your mouth makes it a little bit difficult to say anything.

“Say it, baby, or I’ll stop…” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he says it, a low whisper in your ear as his hand slides further around your waist, pitching your hips back even more and groaning as [?????]. “What’s the matter?” It’s all so much - your heart races at the silken scrape of his teeth across your pulse, not quite enough to break the skin as he kisses your shoulder.

“My poor little lovely. Scared someone’s going to hear?”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #IM SO SORRY #everything's happening all at once irl and it makes catching up w tumblr a nightmare #i have SO many rbs of people's fics and art that i've seen just sitting in my drafts bc i haven't had time to add appropriate tag ramblings #so prepare for that spam when it inevitably occurs

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captaindibbzy · 2 years

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You know I love all the characters in Remarried Empress.

Navier is my Queen. My Empress.

Henriey is 50% Golden Retriever and 50% cunning bastard.

Rashta is a little darling and is a tragedy in motion.

Even Sovieshu. He's my poor little meow meow. My clown man. I enjoy seeing suffer for his idiocy and hubris.

#remarried empress #the remarried empress

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meeka-chann · 7 months

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Novel #15

City Of Bones

By Cassandra Clare (⭐⭐⭐⭐)

Favorite lines from the novel:

• “Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?”

• “If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.”

• “Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.”

• “The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”

• “Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.”

• “I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.”

• “Where there is love, there is often also hate. They can exist side by side.”

• “What do you want?” “Just coffee. Black - like my soul.”

• “Tsk tsk,” he interupted. “No swearing in church.”

• “All knowledge hurts.”

• “And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get my attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.”

• “Just kissing? How quickly you dismiss our love.”

• “Unfortunately, Lady of the Haven, my one true love remains myself.”

• “Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie.”

• “The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.”

• “A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?”

• “Jace on the other hand, looked like the kind of boy who'd come over your house and burn it down just for kicks.”

• “I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's more of a large and tastfully decorated foyer than a threshold. But I do get easily bored.”

• “I like anyone killing things, especially me.” he said with a smile.

• “Sure, we love reproducing it's one of our favorite things.”

• “Going round and around inside a dryer can be fatal, whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.”

• “Are you the one with the blue eyes?" “Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.”

• “Only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.”

• “I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell.”

• “Jace can draw?” “I was just kidding. He can't draw a straight line.”

• “Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex.” “At least you know he's still available.”

• “Vampires are such prima donnas.”

• “That's true. Chairman Meow deserves my every effort.”

The photos used are not mine. Credits go to the rightful owners.

#fyp #fyppage #book quotes #book recommendations #for you #books #romance #books and libraries #reading #ya novels #fantasy #city of bones #bookblr #book quotations #book review #book qoute

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generalbioniclefriend · 2 years

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Candidates for the MU inhabitants-Agorian relations representatives! (And why Spherus Magna should learn to check their sources)

About two years after 2010, all threats have been dealt with and the ones to come are planing their next move. Now it's time for the Toa's biggest fight yet: international affairs.

The Matoran and Agorian met in battle and their ties are strong, but different species who just met and might be the main reason for each other's problems are not going to completely trust each other all the way, but no worries, that why these elections are for! And make way for our main candidates:

Takadox: Seriously the ladies LOVE this guy; blue, charming, handsome and with an hypnothizing smile. He's said to be from a land faaaaaar inside the Great Spirit Robot, where dreams came true and he was a king who treated his people well and resided inside a golden castle. Of course, there's four other beings who say they know him way better than the public does. But they quickly dismiss it as jealousy, after all, there's no way this poor little meow meow could hurt a fly, right?

Tuyet and Nidhiki: (yes he's alive, more on that later) Ahhhh young love... or is it? These two are beings of actions, not words. Of course that doesn't really come in handy during the speeches. But they have a strength that others do not, they are a duo wherever she goes, he goes and wherever he goes, she goes. Heroes from a past age who overcame all kinds of dangers together, and now they fight for unity... or do they? A bastard who would toss aside a millennia of friendship just to survive and a murderous psychopath with tyranical dreams... But hey! Who cares who's saying those things? What the public cares is how much those two love each other! And let's hope they don't realize how ugly things actually are behind the curtain.

Gali: oof, talk about stress. The one with the biggest campaign and the one with more to lose. Despite having most of Toa, Matoran and Glatorian backing her up, there's something she lacks compared to the other candidates. What might that be? If only Dume was alive to guide her...

Tuma: Lurking. Scheming. Unhinged and absolutely mad. The ex Skrall leader saw an opportunity and took it. It ain't the way of his people but in times of crisis different paths to victory should be taken, no matter how far they are from your principles. Tuma lost the Skrall but he's gonna win the world.

And we are completely lucky Roodaka is still rotting behind a cell, she would have taken over this planet in a heartbeat.

#bionicle #Takadox #Tuyet #Nidhiki #Tuma #Gali #Dume #Roodaka #GBFverse

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swagturtlethings · 2 years

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new golden kamuy chapter gave me goosebumps

#golden kamuy #gk ogata #gk spoilers #what the fuuuuck #my poor little meow meow #wait hes a wildcat hes an ACTUAL meow meow #i cant collect my thoughts rn #fitting end for a bastard #new chapter #gk manga

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relax-and-read-on · 2 years

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Now I need the whole primarchs list gradation from poor little meow meow to high quality husbando🤞

I am feral. Yall are making me feral.

This is a continuation of this morning unhinged hornyness

Primarch, from Pathetic Little Meow Meow (parental, pure) to Quality Husbando (filthy, objectifying)

Angron: Very pathetic. Clearly in need of hugs and hot chocolate more than anything. Ill get my best weighted blanket for him and my therapy cat.

Rogal Dorn: Someone need to pat his head and call him a Good Boy, in a pure, non sexual way. I would do that. I can be his parent.

Konrad Curze: My sweet meow meow son. I could never. I want to be his parent, even if he would scalp me. Baby boy, baby.

Fulgrim: less of a pathetic meow meow and more that I cannot handle another me in a relationship. I would be less parental and more "Hoe don't do iiiiiiit". He would still do the thing.

Lion el'Johnson: Very pathetic to me, but not very meow meow. He need someone to send him to his room for his shit attitude.

Mortarion: I just feel bad for him. He need a gentle hand telling him it's gonna be ok. I would not mind smooching him tho.

Alpharius Omegon: two bastards. They need parental supervisions 24/7. I could never control their memetic ass.

Sanguinius: Listen. He's too good for me. But we would have a pleasant evening talking therapy and tea.

Magnus The Red: the true middle of the road. I never know if I want to lecture him or ride him. Confusing bastard.

Lorgar: Pathetic Meow Meow.... But he's such a whore, I can't help also wanting to grab a strap on and have a go at him. He need a Mommy (tm) or Daddy (tm).

Jaghatai Khan: Very big daddy energy... But I can't handle being second to a bike. Im too good for that.

Corvus Corax: (trans girl like always) Ngl, I would date her fr. But.... I like butch too much.... And Corvus has too much fem energy....

Ferrus Manus: Gruff. To the point. The dates would be terrible, but the sex would be spectacular.

Leman Russ: I HATE that I know his dick would be so stupid good. He would text me at 11 pm like "wanna fuck?" And I would be on my way and I HATE myself for it.

Horus: another one that would treat me like garbage. Self worth who?? At least he would take me out on great expensive date, wich is better than the last two.

Vulkan: Too hot, hot damn. I could never hold him down fully but what would I give to be thrown around by those big, muscly arms. Very husband. Would treat me right.

Perturabo: Someone need to pat his head and call him a Good Boy in a filthy, very sexual way. This is why he's superior to Rogal. I could dom him AND he could dom me. A switch wet dream.

Roboute Guilliman: I want a mortgage, white picket fence and a golden retriver with him. The fact that I'm not carrying his spawn inside of me right this minute is deeply upsetting to me. He could be in in clowns fucking and I would be "Honk honk here come the entire motherfucking circus!!"

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bookofmirth · 3 years

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“Do you dare me?” + elucien👻

Thank you! This was fun :D

The whole collection on AO3, of which this prompt is the ninth chapter. I don't tag people anymore since I write fanfic so infrequently, so apologies to anyone who still expected to be tagged 🥰

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There was a quality of the light at dusk that caused Elain to stop and watch the moments go by, despite whatever else was happening around her. Every moment was fleeting, and she normally savored the sun’s last rays with the greed of the starving child she had once been, so that when the cold emptiness of night approached, she would have that spark of warmth left in her memory.

But where on a normal night she would wait until the last possible moment before going inside to sit by a warm fire with her mate, Elain had no hopes of returning indoors any time soon.

“I think it’s over here,” Lucien called over his shoulder. He walked a few paces ahead of her through the long grass, his hands pushing aside the golden stalks as he watched the ground.

“We can’t possibly find the poor thing at night, we have to search more quickly.” Elain shivered and rubbed her arms, trying to encourage warmth in them before the darkness had stolen the last moments of day.

Elain and Lucien had been drinking an aperitif on the porch just outside their sprawling family room when the kitten had darted across the lawn, a blur of black and white that Elain might have missed if she had glanced down at her glass a moment sooner or later. Lucien and Elain collected stray pets without trying, given how much time they spent outdoors. Lucien had his thoroughbred hounds he used to hunt, even though he always let his prey go at Elain’s request. Elain made friends with the foxes and the rabbits, knowing that they surely couldn’t be friends with one another and pointedly ignoring the fact that they were prey and predator.

But the cats were her favorite, with their quiet observation and pragmatic ruthlessness. They helped her eliminate pests where they weren’t wanted and gave her a companion to chat with as she dug in the earth each day. Most of them lived outside, though they were free to roam the manor. Her favorite, the one that followed her from room to room and slept at her feet, had become pregnant and hadn’t been seen in a week. So when Elain saw a tiny version of her Begonia running across the lawn before her, she knew that her friend had a new family.

“Lucien, do you think Begonia will come back soon?” They had been following the sparse clues the tiny beast left behind, making their path based on a flash of black and white, the occasional sound of a meow finding its tenor.

“Of course. Maybe the little one will even show us where she’s gone off to. That is, if we can catch the little bastard.”

Elain frowned behind his back.

“Well Begonia isn’t married, is she?”

Elain rolled her eyes, knowing that he was poking fun at her in an attempt to bring levity to their search. “You are always quite droll in the face of a challenge, dearest.”

Lucien turned and grasped her hand. “We’ll find him, don’t worry. We’ll find both of them. Let’s go this way.”

Their search took them farther from the manor, into the untamed woods at the edge of the property. An occasional flash of kitten reassured them that they were on the right track, though she wished she could just ask the tiny ball of rage and claws to slow down. Begonia had certainly learned the word “tuna”, but Elain doubted that running around the manor screaming tuna at the top of her lungs would be very effective. The trees slowly closed in around the pair, blotting out the remaining light that Elain would have been able to savor, had their evening not been interrupted.

She wasn’t as familiar with the creatures and plants of these woods, and Elain had the distinct impression that they were being swallowed by something great and unknowable, to be slowly digested by the secret beasts of Prythian. She clutched Lucien’s hand tighter and continued to let him walk a step ahead of her.

An owl hooted, breaking the silence, and Elain jumped and clamped her free hand over her mouth.

“Just an owl, Elain,” Lucien said. He drew her up to his side, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“I hate the dark.”

Lucien merely pressed a kiss onto the top of her head in response.

Despite her extraordinary senses, Elain strained to make out details ahead of her. The trees were columns of rough bark, their branches and leaves blocking the night sky, while beneath her feet Elain could only assume she tread on twigs and dried debris and refused to imagine anything else when she felt objects cracking beneath her feet.

Elain had her speech prepared about why they should go back and look for the kitten the next morning when she made out a large, dark mass in their path.

“Lucien, did you know there was a building out here?” Elain whispered, which seemed to be the only thing to do in woods that had swallowed them whole.

“No, I didn’t. Helion never said anything about it.”

A small log cabin stood before them, small enough that it likely contained only one room. Its pitched roof looked to be made of thatches and the door was wide open, inviting. Beyond the door, Elain couldn’t make out anything other than darkness. There may have been a witch, or a Bogge, or a wendigo for all she knew, watching her from the dark, smirking, thinking how best to pull the flesh from her bones. Whatever lived there would enjoy her suffering, she was sure.

And then there he was, Begonia’s kitten, no longer running from them, but rubbing against the cabin as if he had been waiting all that time for them to show up. His small back arched in pleasure and his tiny feet walked across the forest floor without a sound. It was a miracle they had found him at all.

Before Elain could take another step, the kitten sauntered into the dark entrance of the cabin. “No!�� Elain hissed. “What will we do?” She strained her hearing, putting all of her effort into listening for the kitten as her vision was nearly useless in such pitch black.

“I’ll go in and get him. Don’t worry.”

“You will not!”

One of Lucien’s eyebrows quirked up. “Why not?”

“Feyre told me about the Weaver, what happened to her there.” Elain shuddered to remember the tale that she didn’t doubt for a second. “We don’t know what’s in there.”

“What would Begonia say to you, leaving her progeny alone in the woods like this?”

Elain lightly slapped his arm. “It’s not funny! I’m not going in there. And you’d better not either. He’ll be fine. Cats are survivors, we know that. Let’s go back home. He shouldn’t have dared go in there.”

“Do you dare me?” Lucien asked, smirking.

Elain gripped his bicep tighter. “I absolutely do not!”

He moved away from her, making towards the entrance of the rickety cabin. Elain tried to plant her feet into the ground and hoped that, combined with the death grip she had on his arm and sheer will, she would be able to stop his progress. Instead, her feet slid across the dirt and forest detritus as he pulled her along.

“Lucien Vanserra-Archeron, I swear that if you go into that cabin I will never forgive you! I will never make your favorite macarons again, I will never kiss you again, I-“

She was cut off when Lucien spun around and she was forced against his chest with the sudden change in direction. He pressed his mouth to hers, swallowing the remains of her protest.

“I’ll just be a moment.”

And then the darkness of the cabin entrance swallowed her mate.

Elain approached as closely as she dared, standing at what she hoped was outside arm’s length of whatever was in that cabin. She counted each thudding footstep of Lucien’s boots on the floor, heard him whispering softly to the kitten, coaxing it towards him.

A moment later, the footfalls and the crooning stopped. All became quiet.

“Lucien?” Elain said in a strangled whisper. The woods and the cabin were silent enough so that she could hear the rush of blood through her body, threatening to throw her into a panic as her heart beat faster and faster.

A cry came from the cabin, one that Elain knew too well. Her mate was in battle. She shrieked his name and stepped forward, bracing herself with both hands on the doorway.

“Lucien!”

A thump. A body falling. And then Elain sighed in relief when she heard Lucien groan. A groan might have meant injury and pain, but it also meant that he was alive. Steeling herself, Elain gathered up the last shred of bravery that she had. She stepped inside the threshold, only to be stopped in her tracks as she thumped face-first into Lucien’s chest. Lucien’s chest, and his hands clamped around something decidedly furry.

Elain’s hands traveled up and down his torso, searching by touch for injuries her eyes couldn’t see in the dark of the cabin. “Are you okay?”

Lucien grunted in answer and led her outside. The dark of the woods seemed like a sudden wash of light compared to the empty dwelling, and Elain took in a deep breath.

“I’ve got the kitten,” Lucien said through his teeth. The kitten was cuddled against his chest, seeming to settle in for the walk across their property, quite satisfied with himself. “He’s a wily little asshole, so I think I’ll call him Jurian.”

“Are you sure he’d take that well?”

“He’ll think it’s a compliment,” Lucien answered.

Elain nodded, refusing to let go of his arm. She relished the solidness and warmth of him. “Can we go home now?”

#elucien #elucien fanfiction #acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar halloween #my writing #ask #the caroline tag

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ivoryratdoggerythethird · 2 years

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yanli tossed her braincells to meng yao for safekeeping during nightless city (which was essentially all the braincells in the yunmeng) and that is why he evolves

jgy was not prepared to handle the sheer repressed eldest daughter rage and this is why he ends up snapping and offing jgs and also adopting a stray feral vengeful demonic babeys (with varying ends but he has his og braincells too so like. understandable)

unfortunately this was not discovered because he also gained Serene Smile level 700 and paired with his own practiced peaceful smile and being around xichen in general, he was now able to hide his murderous rage and intent behind 94 layers of calmness and nothing-is-wrong smiles, each as thick as nmj’s dick

and then, unfortunately for him this time, he handed some of the Patience braincells over to nhs to help when he became sect leader, coming from the head of jiang “i-raised-and-loved-jiang-cheng-and-wei-wuxian-combined-without-trying-to-drown-them-even-once-for-a-decade” yanli.

#why do i write these #the a-qing show #poor little golden meow meow bastard #jin guangyao #meng yao #jiang yanli #nie huaisang #shijie #murder dumbass with a fan #mdzs #mdzs crack #my post

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Hi sorry, just wanted to clarify something. You know that Izzy is an actual nickname for the name Israel right? Like you're not calling the name itself ridiculous, you're calling it ridiculous when it's applied to that specific person?

Okay, then I will now exclusively refer to this character / person as 'Basilica Hands'. Or perhaps 'Basilicum Hands' if I feel fancy.

In all seriousness if you have a real source that talks about how the real Mr. Hands was ever referred to as 'Izzy' I would love you to share it with me, cause I am a history nerd and stuff from the 'Golden Age of Pirates' is definitely on top of my list of rabbit holes I love to go down in.

Being that type of nerd though, I have a lot of pre-existing notions about the historical characters in OFMD and the context of the story. Some of their comedic takes and fictional liberties work well for me, others not so much. I am a little taken aback by how I ended up getting an ask, especially one with a judgmental tone, about how I vibe with specific parts of a comedic pirate show. It seems so utterly inconsequential.

What makes me even more flabbergasted is that to me it read as if the writers fully intended for the name to sound silly. His character is set up as the unwavering serious 'no fucking around' kind of character, in the middle of a comedy show. It's a common if not effective comedic instrument in setting up a comedy. This one seems to be set up as the variation where the narrative punishes him for his seriousness - he's the one character that just does not get it - and we're often supposed to laugh at him, he's the bud of the joke. Now, it seems incredibly implausible to me that the creative team has a character with 'Hands' for a last name, and did not have him exclusively referred to by a bastardization of his first name, for the very reason that 'Izzy Hands' sounds silly (pre-schoolers, I bet, would be quick to turn that into 'Icky Hands' or 'Jazzy Hands' and chant it over and over like it would be the most devilish taunt ever). And this too, it seems to me, is meant to be another narrative taunt.

Now, Israel Hands may possibly be the only (historic) pirate that I had a pre-existing image in my head of as a guy who genuinely struck some fear in my heart. (And both to enjoy the pirate fiction genre and to grasp the historic phenomenon and it works better, imo, not to think of all of them as poor little meow meows.) So my brain trips momentarily every time I break down that image a little by referring to the OFMD character as 'Izzy Hands'.

It also goes the other way around by the way. OFMD presents Calico Jack as a total brute. I cringed the whole time he was in the show. This because I am very attached to Black Sails' interpretation of him which deconstructs what - at least classically speaking - is the image of a pirate very well. Still though, that has no bearing on the quality of OFMD or my overall enjoyment of the show.

To end on a positive note: I was delighted to find out that a bunch of the details about Stede Bonnet which I read as complete whimsical nonsense, were actually historically true. And while reading his Wikipedia page - prior to hearing about the show runners' opinions on it - it also crossed my mind that becoming a pirate because "the discomfort he found in a married state" either made the dude sound pretty gay or a like a total fuckboy. So I love that someone went and was like: and we could make a show about explanation number one!

#long post #i had no idea how to respond to this ask #so i indulged myself by going way too deep into a bit of media analysis #at least that way I entertained myself with this #before anyone wants to deliver more judgments to my inbox about what i wrote here: none of this matters #it is just a show #we can all enjoy it in our own ways and what some tumblr user vibes or does not vibe with has no meaningful impact on the world #and shouldnt have any meaningful impact on any of yalls enjoyment of the show i wish

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smallgodseries · 3 years

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Oh, oh, you dear sweet kitten. We told you she was the small god of world domination.

We never said that it was going to be this one.

Let the poor, half-domesticated humans keep the world they’ve spoilt. We’ll have a better one for our own, and we’ll never look back again.

Meow.

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Artist Lee Moyer (13th Age, Cursed Court) and author Seanan McGuire (Middlegame, Every Heart a Doorway) have joined forces to bring you icons and stories of the small deities who manage our modern world, from the God of Social Distancing to the God of Finding a Parking Space.

Join in each week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for a guide to the many tiny divinities:

Tumblr: https://smallgodseries.tumblr.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/smallgodseries

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/smallgodseries/

Homepage: http://www.smallgodseries.com/

#Small Gods #smallgodseries #Nightfall #world domination #cats #Seanan McGuire #Lee Moyer #icons and stories

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popatochisssp · 3 years

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if/when you get the energy/time to- im really curious; what kinda fuzzy friends do the newer skeles have? does pitch have a seeing eye-dog version of princess? or does ell and/or nemo have a fuzzy buddy to help with their anxiety or anything similar or in-between? spare fuzzy friend hcs for the poor, ma'am????

Well, you asked for it!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): A cat named Annie (Ragdoll), adopted as an emotional support buddy! She picked him, really, just ambling right on up to him, and it was love at first flop-over-his feet. Having a little sweetheart like her to take care of has really helped to pull Ash out of the doldrums and he loves her a lot. She’s a big-time cuddlebug, just like he is, and they definitely spend a ton of time napping together, everywhere and anywhere.

Annie’s Quirks: Extra chunky (master of the ‘I haven’t been fed yet 🥺’ con), stockpiles socks and undies beneath the bed, shameless catnip junkie

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): He feels like he’s not as active as he should be, lots of time spent indoors doing academic things, when there’s a whole beautiful world out there that he should be getting out to see at least sometimes... He has the idea that maybe an animal companion would be the right motivation to get up and out at least a couple times a day, and Cannoli (Pembroke Welsh Corgi) is the solution to the problem! They click pretty much immediately and are just very well-suited to each other, especially as exercise partners.

Cannoli’s Quirks: Loves (short) walks, rests his head on any feet that stay still long enough, must sleep in the same bed as the people and will hop/bark/cry if he can’t get up there himself

Brick (Horrorfell Sans):He doesn’t know too much of the story himself, he’s sure he was told in more detail but probably forgot. All he remembers is, a friend of a friend had a dog who had an accident...or maybe it got sick? Either way, it went deaf, and the dog was too big and unwieldy for them to try to retrain themselves. But they had a friend who was HoH, and that friend was active in the community with lots of other signing and HoH folks and could ask around about someone who might be up for the challenge of having and training a real big dog that couldn’t hear a word you said to it. That’s how Brick heard about it, anyway, and he’s not deaf but he’s big, and he figures he probably knows at least enough sign by now to train a dog. And that’s how Tiny (English Mastiff) comes to stay at his place. They clumsily work on understanding each other, it’s definitely a Process, but there’s plenty of fondness there to make any difficulty worth the trouble.

Tiny’s Quirks: Bit of a digging problem, gets very excited about balloons, likes to sit near people and lean his entire weight into them

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): This one may look familiar, but it’s fate-- Doomfanger (Persian) belongs with him and could find her way to him in any universe. ...But King was a little later getting to the Surface, and wasn’t there to pick her up when she was freshly on the streets. She spent awhile longer being an alleycat, a few years of living the rough life, and one day when she’s not quite fast enough to scurry out of the way of an oncoming car, it probably would’ve been the end for her... if not for the kind Samaritan skeleton who was just passing by that scooped her up off the pavement and brought her to a vet. King tried very hard not to get attached to her, especially when it was still looking like she wouldn’t make it, but he kept moving the goalpost of when he’d let himself care about her. ‘IF IT LIVES UNTIL MORNING,’ ‘IF IT MAKES IT TO THE VET,’ ‘IF SHE SURVIVES HER SURGERY,’ ‘IF--’ and then she looks at him, with her goofy drugged up face, freshly missing the foot of her back paw so that they even match now, and... And just like that, Doomfanger has a home and a devoted cat-dad owner and anything else she could possibly need.

Doomfanger’s Quirks: Likes to be raked, makes an incredible fuss when shut out of any room for any reason, very spooked by loud noises and immediately runs and hides under daddy’s bed

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He wanted a pet, especially when things were still a little strained with his brother and the nature of his...condition...made it difficult to make friends. He was lonely and a little pal would be very welcome in his home, but he’d also really hate to curse a furry friend with the ever-present threat of being dripped on and getting nasty bone-goop stuck in their fur... Ella (Sphynx) is the workaround to this unusual problem and makes herself right at home with Merc, happy to love on him whether he’s solid or sticky.

Ella’s Quirks: Has an extensive collection of sweaters that she adores (will sit by her dresser and meow until she is clothed), great sense for emotions and tends to appear whenever she’s needed, transfixed by mirrors

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): He didn’t choose Ripley (Maine Coon), Ripley... well, he’s not even sure Ripley chose him. He definitely chose Ella, because that pretty little sweater-wearing vixen in the window is what drove him to bust into Ell and Merc’s house and start sauntering around like he owned the place. Ripley (named before they realized he was a boy-cat) was definitely feral, with a notched ear and a missing eye, but he just keeps coming around, breaking and entering, cuddling with Ella and sharing her food, and when he one day hops into Ell’s lap and curls his big fluffy body up there... Ell makes the (possibly bad) decision to just shut the doors and windows on this mean, fat bastard and make him commit to the self-domestication he’d started. Ripley’s fickle, anti-social, and nine times out of ten mean as hell, but despite it all, Ell’s attached to the fucker. Doesn’t stop him from talking mad shit about his demon-cat to anyone who’ll listen, but y’know, there’s a weird sort of love there, between them both.

Ripley’s Quirks: Hates other cats and people, with Ell and Ella as the only exceptions (Ell sometimes, Ella always), does truly heinous things to birds and rodents and even bugs if the opportunity presents itself, an escape artist who is not to be trusted around doors or windows

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Ms. Sandy Peaches (Golden Retriever) is a service dog, trained to assist people with visual impairments in a variety of tasks. Pitch, who’d long been mulling over the idea of getting one such dog, eventually follows through, and as soon as he hears her name, he’s decided-- Sandy Peaches is the one for him! He’s been blind awhile by the time he gets her and generally knows his way around things, but she’s very helpful in his day-to-day and some of the things that were moderately inconvenient to get through before are only mildly inconvenient now, and her value as a helper and a companion is much appreciated.

Sandy’s Quirks: Gets excited when it’s time to put her vest on and go work, thinks the appropriate amount of brushing time is probably about three hours, loves to go swimming

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He found Dizzy (American Shorthair) after an accidental click led him to a local shelter’s Instagram, where they had a video of her playing and a few hashtags that explained her condition. He learned a lot about cerebellar hypoplasia, aka ‘wobbly cat syndrome,’ and when he eventually made it back to her video and watched it again... it was too late, he was already half in love with her. He contacts the shelter and after a couple weeks making arrangements, purchasing necessities, and wobbly-cat-proofing the house, he braves the outdoors to go get her and bring her home. She’s probably 100% his baby within the first hour and he loves being able to take care of her and help a kitty that not everybody would have the time or dedication to take in. The love is very much mutual and Dizzy’s tail does the ‘omg it’s you, I love you!’ tail-quiver whenever she sees him and trots on over.

Dizzy’s Quirks: Sixth sense for when there’s clean laundry to be laid on, likes to hold extended warbling and yowling conversations with people, chews on anything that crinkles (keep plastic wrappers out of reach!)

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): As soon as he knew he wanted a dog, he knew he wanted to pick up one of the less adoptable ones. Skipper (Beagle mutt) was certainly that, with only two legs--one in front and one in back. Sunny had a play session with the little guy and admired his energy and how enthusiastically he played, like his missing legs didn’t even phase him. Whatever happened in Skipper’s past, he’s not letting it be his problem now, and needless to say, he’s adopted and taken home in pretty short order. No holds barred fetch and spontaneous frolicking in open fields are a great bonding activity for these two, probably a match made in heaven.

Skipper’s Quirks: Tennis ball fiend (literally can never have enough), chews on unattended shoes, loves to sing (read: howl) along to music

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): He wanted a guard dog, some big intimidating-looking thing that would look really, really cool guard the house. He finds Ace (Doberman/Great Dane), unfortunately with his ears already cropped (Aster wouldn’t have chosen the procedure himself), but otherwise a very handsome fellow and still definitely in need of love and a home, both of which Aster was willing and able to provide. He’s attentive with all the care and training his new pup needs, and when Ace grows up just as huge as predicted, looking like a cross between a panther and a hellhound, he’s become an extremely well-mannered and obedient dog, full to the tips of his pointy ears with love for Aster.

Ace’s Quirks: King of naps, the worst nightmare of any strangers at the door (but very affectionate and loving once they’re in!), will tell you if you’ve stopped petting him too soon, boofing and trying to put your hand back to make you resume

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nuclearforest · 2 years

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Animal crossing for the blorbo ask?

I,,,, I'm sorry i took so long 💀💀

This is a real fun suggestion! Ty! Picking the last 2 was super hard tho because you don't really think abt getting way too annoyed in any animal crossing game 🤣

BUT I did my best and scraped the bottom of the barrel for the most petty of reasons lmfao. So without further ado:

1. blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Vivian; first wolf I got on my island and I love her? She's a little vain but her design is gr8 and the snooty villagers are still pretty sweet in ACNH. Big improvements over past games lol.

2. scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Poppy; I will get cuteness aggression for pretty much any ACNH character but the little fall themed squirrel? I would kill for her 💀

3. scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Bam; he's a funky little deer! Love his colors and love how the jocks just. Are. Such good vibes. Meatheads with hearts of gold and the second I find him I'm moving him in lol.

4. glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Blanche; I'm not entirely sure what even constitutes obscure in animal crossing because there are so many little critters, but I bet as long as they're not one of the ones people go rabid for it counts as an obscure fav lol. Anyway she's another fun snooty character whose house I really loved and it had fit so well on my island before she moved away. But that's OK she eventually made room for another wolf 🤣

5. poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Redd. He's an awful little fox WHO WONT GIVE ME THE LAST 5 PIECES OF ART I NEED, THE LITTLE BASTARD, but he's pretty pathetic and I subscribe to the idea he just randomly picks up legit copies of the famous art he sells or, in the process of his own arts and crafts time, manages to make epic forgeries without trying. Then again that also implies the pieces that done work are inherently cursed with the easter eggs and I love it. Man fix your boat and you're golden lmao.

6. horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Tipper; listen she's a cute little cow and it's fun and all but when she settled in my campsite and I nabbed her from a friend it took. So much time travel to get her to lose out I lost my mind. I unintentionally lost a bunch of cute little notes I had hoarded on my board and my island was overrun. I had to borrow friends' time to clear my island of weeds and flowers. The only pro is that I discovered Lag Mountain. Otherwise I would out her through the same torture of clearing 💀

7. eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Broccolo; that dumb little mouse moved into my City Folk town on the Wii, right next door to my house, and had refused to leave. When I was younger I used to be so MAD like I didn't even mind Peewee as much as I minded him because at least the ape had the decency to give me personal space. But Broccolo? Nope. So superhell for him.

#bar tab #mun rambles #animal crossing

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