#random thought on the spine tail today

[ryllen]

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#twst #twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #rook hunt #twst yuu #twst mc #fanart #i hope the people who have me on friend list and putting masquerade malleus up as main would never put him down #so i can keep listening to sebek's voice quivering when doing duo with malleus when the chances let me #his voice actor did so great #that quiver is so heartfelt #random thought on the spine tail today #it aesthetically pleasing #but surely it's a pain for combat #maybe only highly skilled students wear those spine tail #seriously it would be painful to fall on that wouldn't it

[kaijutegu]

As if you needed another reason not to listen to Jay Brewer/Prehistoric Pets

Of all the reptile influencers, Jay Brewer is my least favorite. Let's see what he is up to today!

Recently this colossal idiot pet store owner who pretends he has any real knowledge about natural history went field herping. He grabbed a wild rattlesnake and filmed himself popping its genitalia for field sexing, without having ANYBODY CONTROLLING THE HEAD.

He just put his snake hook on top of it and popped out its genitals. In this incredibly unsafe video, he not only put himself and the snake at risk, but he claims it's educational- and that's why he did it.

Only thing is, he's wrong, and in fact spends time spreading misinformation. Let's take a look at some of his comments. This is the caption to his video.

The "nodes" are the hemipenes. He says that if there was one, it would be a girl. Thing is, girl snakes don't have hemipenes. While they do have hemiclitorises, those don't evert like hemipenes do. If "a node" comes out when you pop (read: bend a snake's tail back at the cloaca, forcing the genitals to emerge), you've given your snake a cloacal prolapse. This can kill them, but mill-style breeder Jay Brewer does not care about the lives of animals. We've known this. He doesn't care about his own snakes- he cuts eggs for funsies, he keeps giant snakes in drawers, and he regularly puts peoples' safety at risk for viral videos. But he also clearly doesn't care about the lives of wild animals.

What else has he said?

So here's a thought: Maybe your audience shouldn't know that they can pop a rattlesnake's hemipenes out of its cloaca because that is fucking dangerous. Not all information is good information to share in the Instagram format! Sometimes the general public shouldn't see you casually doing something dangerous without explaining what it is or why you're doing it!

Just wanting to know the sex of a snake in the field, when you're not actually doing any real research, is not a valid reason to do something this risky. Part of education is knowing what's actually educational. Another part is knowing how to appropriately frame dangerous activities so that you don't make your audience think that it's something anybody can go out and do. One of the things that makes me so upset about this video is the complete lack of context. It's not just that he has zero respect for a venomous animal, it's that he has zero respect for his audience.

Also, in the audio of his video, he doesn't call them hemipenes. He doesn't provide the most basic education he claims he does! He's just messing with an animal for the sake of messing with it!

He also promulgates a lie that popping doesn't cause the snake any harm, which is not what even most breeders say about it. Now, luckly, the snake seemed fine in this case. But there are plenty of people, mostly pet owners, who have lost snakes because they've tried to pop incorrectly and broken their snake's spine around the cloaca. Between the inability to eliminate correctly and infection caused from wounds, popping is one of the riskiest- and most unnecessary things- you can do to a pet snake.

Good breeders and snakekeepers do not take videos of themselves popping their snakes and put it on instagram and pretend it's educational. You pop snakes to guarantee the sex of the animal, and you do it ONLY when they are very young. Older snakes have more muscle control and it can hurt them pretty badly.

Even Spruce Pets knows that popping can cause your snake significant trauma, but fine, whatever. Let's traumatize random venomous snakes for Instagram views!

Also, he's just completely uninformed! Take this answer:

Probably? No, the answer is an easy yes. Rattlesnakes lose rattles all the time. They lose rattles due to terrain, to genetic deformity (some rattlers never form them!), and to predation attempts. It's just keratin. They're fine without it. Any real herpetologist would know this. If he can't get basic facts right, how can he be trusted to get more complicated stuff right?

And yeah, maybe this whole post is a little unhinged. But I hate this man and his practices so much. I hate that he's the face of an industry that could be so much better if it weren't for people like him. I hate that he's getting a TV show. I hate that people encounter his media and think that anything he does is a good idea. At least Brian Barczyck tries these days and actually promotes good care and safety at the Reptarium, but all Jay wants is popularity. He has zero respect for animals, and I loathe and detest that he's the face of our hobby.

#jay brewer #prehistoric pets #reptiblr #bad husbandry #bad everything

[logyisthemaincharacter]

Shopping sprees & sweet treats

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A/n: I'll be trying to post daily until the fic is done. Spent all morning writing this. I hope y'all enjoy it.

As I hop into Jack's car, Jack's dog excitedly wags her tail, clearly thrilled to be joining the outing. The car is filled with a mix of anticipation and happiness, as we set off on our mission to stock up on goodies for the day.

"You brought your dog with us today." I motion to the tiny dog in the backseat. "Where was she last night?"

"Oh, Ginger! I left her with Urban. Didn't wanna risk the fact that you might be scared of dogs."

"Not at all! I love dogs." I lean back to pet Ginger, which she warmly accepts.

The streets are still waking up, with a few early birds out and about. The cool morning breeze brushes against my face as Jack expertly maneuvers through the quiet roads. The gentle hum of the engine provides a soothing soundtrack to our journey.

Ginger sits in the backseat, her tail wagging furiously as she peers out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of the world passing by. Her infectious energy fills the car, bringing an extra dose of joy to the ride.

As we drive along, the sun begins to rise, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink. The soft morning light streams through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything. It's like being in a magical bubble, just me, Jack, Ginger, and the open road.

The car ride is filled with laughter, as Jack and I share stories, jokes, and maybe even a few impromptu sing-alongs. Ginger occasionally chimes in with her adorable doggy noises, adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

When we arrive at the grocery store, Ginger's excitement reaches peak levels. Her tail wags so vigorously that it seems like she might take flight! Jack parks the car, and we all step out, ready to conquer the aisles.

Jack grabs a cart moving ahead of Ginger and I. I grab a cart of my own and pick Ginger up, putting her in the small part at the top along with my bag. She makes herself comfortable and closes her eyes.

"Seems like all the excitement tired her out." I run my hand over her fur as she drifts off to sleep.

Jack chuckles and walks deeper into the store. I follow him down one of the aisles, admiring the view from behind.

His tall stature and well-defined muscles give him a confident presence that's hard to resist. It's like he's a work of art, a perfect combination of strength and grace. Just the thought of being close to him, feeling his strong embrace, sends shivers down my spine.

He has this intense focus that's hard to miss. He moves through the aisles with purpose, carefully selecting each item on his list. It's like he's in his own little world, fully immersed in the task at hand. I can see the determination in his eyes as he compares prices, reads labels, and makes thoughtful choices. He's not one to rush or make hasty decisions. Jack takes his time, making sure he gets exactly what he needs. It's impressive to witness his dedication and attention to detail, even in something as simple as grocery shopping, while I just follow him, grabbing random things that look good.

Our last stop is at the fruits and vegetables. This time, I actually pay to everything I select, "You know, I did my shopping yesterday."

"So you woke up unnecessarily early to accompany me?"

"I just thought it would be nice outing. It's not really that fun to shop alone." I add a tray of strawberries to the cart.

"Then what are you buying since you've bought all your groceries yesterday?" He furrows his brows, weighing a bunch of carrots.

"Extra snacks, unnecessary foods I haven't tried yet, more ice cream."

He stops in his tracks and looks at me with wide eyes, "Hold on, you eat ice cream in the winter?"

"Haven't you heard? Ice cream is way better in the winter." I giggle and turn around, continuing my search for the best blueberries. "It also helps to make your heart immune to any emotions."

Jack's reaction is priceless! His face lights up with a mixture of confusion, amusement, and intrigue. He raises an eyebrow and gives me this playful smirk, like he's trying to figure out if I'm joking or being serious.

After a while, he actually decides to play along, "Wait, for real? Ice cream is the secret to emotional invincibility? Sign me up! After all these years, I thought it was a lie."

"No way, Jack! You're in on the secret, too? Ice cream as the ultimate emotion shield? This is insane!" I burst out in laughter, satisfied that he's entertained by my silly theory.

The handful of people around give us curious looks, wondering what's got us so entertained. But hey, who can resist a good laugh, especially this early in the morning? I'm smiling from ear to ear, appreciating his wit and comedic timing.

He takes a peek in my cart and glances up at me, coming up with an idea, "How about when I drop you off at home, we can test it out together?"

"I was just about to ask, but you beat me to it."

"Are you really sure, though?" He smiles hesitantly. "Isn't it too cold?"

"Jack, you'll love it! And if you don't, there's plenty of hot chocolate at my place."

"You can be glad I like you, or else I wouldn't even have thought this through."

"Ooh, you like me." I tease him, parking my cart beside him.

"I shouldn't have made that public, should I?"

"Nope! You'll hear about it forever." A grin spreads across my face as we start walking toward checkout.

If only he knew how much I like him. It's not just his music that has me hooked. There's something about him that draws me in on a deeper level. I find myself liking Jack for who he is as a person and the way he makes me feel in his presence. I can't quite explain the connection, but I know it's something worth exploring. I just hope he's willing to explore it with me.

"Jack?" I look down at the furry, orange ball in my cart.

"Hmm?" He turns his head to me, listening intently.

"She's not gonna be cranky when I pick her up, right?" I push the cart to the first open checkout point I see, still keeping my eyes on the small dog. "I think it's better if you handle her. She barely knows me, and I don't want to ruin our relationship already."

He lets out a chuckle, "Let's pay first before we think of sorting that out."

"It's actually not that bad. It's just hella cold," Jack puts the empty bowl down on the coffee table.

I grin victoriously, grabbing the empty bowls, getting up to go to the kitchen, "You just have to get used to it. I'd be glad to know that I'm the cause of your new habit."

I switch the kettle on and grab 2 mugs.

"Clay and I stalked you last night. You're quite an influencer, aren't you?" I can hear the humor in his voice.

"At least I try to be." I shrug, leaning against the counter. "Wait, how did you even find me on social media?"

"Mom babbled about it over the phone the other day. Said you mentioned it briefly."

"If you wanted to get dirt on me, you could've just asked. I'm sure I can provide more information about my life than the internet." I fold my arms, smiling curiously.

Part of me is flattered that he took the time to check out my posts and pictures. It makes me wonder what caught his attention and made him want to know more about me. But at the same time, I can't help but feel a little bit invaded, you know? Like, why would they go through all that trouble?

I guess it's a fine line between curiosity and privacy. I mean, we all share bits and pieces of our lives online, but it's different when someone actually admits to looking through it all. Especially you're celebrity crush. This definitely sparks a lot of questions in my mind. Overall, I'm still trying to process Jack's revelation.

"I must say, your TikTok account was the most enjoyable." He leans his head back on the couch.

"Oh no!" I cover my face in embarrassment. "Tell me you didn't watch everything."

"Oh, we sure did. I even liked a few. I had no idea you were such a big Jack Harlow fan."

My cheeks heat up, "Well, yes. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

"It's okay, really. At least you haven't asked for a picture or went full on fangirl."

"At first, I thought I was gonna freak out, but you're really comfortable to talk with."

When the water is done boiling, I fill the mugs with rich, creamy hot chocolate and add a generous dollop of whipped cream on top. I sprinkle some chocolate shavings for that extra touch of indulgence. The aroma of the warm chocolate fills the air, making my mouth water in anticipation.

Carrying the mugs back to where Jack is, I find him sitting on the floor, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

He looks up at me with a mischievous grin and says, "I thought it would be fun to have a little picnic right here on the floor." I can't help but laugh at his adorable idea. So, I join him on the floor, and we turn it into a cozy little spot.

I place the mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table, "I'm glad you don't think I'm crazy."

"Like I said earlier, I like you." He nudges my arm. "And would I be sitting here trying your crazy ice cream suggestion if I thought you were crazy?"

"I guess not." I fidget with my hands. "You don't seem to be in a hurry, though. I mean, aren't your friends coming over later? You have to get your place ready."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're chasing me away."

"No, I'm not chasing you away at all. I'm just wondering."

As we both take a moment to enjoy the creamy goodness of the hot chocolate, I can't help but feel a sense of comfort and relaxation. The mugs are nestled in our hands, radiating warmth, and the sweet aroma of chocolate fills the air.

"You're not seeing someone, right?" His voice is filled with nervousness as he looks into my eyes, hoping for a positive response.

With a smile on my face, I take a sip of my hot chocolate, savoring the rich, velvety taste. All I do is shake my head.

"Okay. Do you have plans for next Friday?"

"Not that I know of, no." I try to hide my smile, knowing where he's getting at.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me." He puts his mug down and scratches the back of his neck.

As I set my mug down, I meet Jack's gaze. I appreciate his honesty and the courage it took for him to ask me out. Even though I'm the last person I thought he'd ever want to date. "I wasn't expecting that, but I'd love to go out with you, Jack. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I was thinking we could have dinner at my place. I'd like to try out some new stuff. After dinner, we could take a stroll through the park." He licks his lips.

My anticipation starts to grow, "That sounds like an amazing idea."

I can't help but smile as I think about the possibility of spending time with Jack and getting to know him on a deeper level. It's a thrilling feeling to have someone express interest in me, especially someone as charming, attractive, and famous as Jack.

But along with the excitement, there's also a hint of nervousness. I want everything to go well, and I hope that we'll have a great romantic connection. It's natural to feel a bit anxious when stepping into the unknown, but I'm determined to embrace the experience with an open heart.

I find myself daydreaming about the dinner and what he plans to cook. The thought of taking a leisurely stroll through the park afterward, hand in hand, fills me with even more warmth.

I can't wait to see where this date takes us.

#jack harlow fluff #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Hey what if I made a completely nonsensical and maybe overly edgy imaginary one-shot that I got the idea for on my way to the fridge for a snack a few hours ago?

[~1000 words]

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"It's over Nine"

Sonic said exasperated after he bounced back from his last successful hit on the fox.

Said fox gave one hell of a fight in person and the neverending metal army of robo-copies Sonic had to get though first — that now his friends manage to regulate — didn't help either.

Shadow did warn him of Nine's possible goal but he was careful, just this once. He promised so with a cheeky wink and a smile, while any of its potential effect bounced right off Shadow's unimpressed face, after all!

Besides he was the one who caused this mess because what's new at this point, and he planned on fixing it.

He tried talking, oh boy he did, but Nine wasn't budging no matter the angle Sonic approached the conversation with, so he wasn't left with a different choice.

As much as he wasn't a fan, he had to beat the sense into the fox.

He ignored the stinging pain on the back of his hands and heels (which had kind of intensified since he set foot on this platform, probably his body finally registering the damage he suffered with all the punching and kicking robots today) and he stood up tall waiting for Nine to uncurl from his beaten position.

It sent the smallest pang of guilt into Sonic's heart as he realized just how small the fox appeared when like that, with all of his tech mangled and damadged righ beside him, but he shook his head right after, dispersing any thoughts of sympathy for a few seconds more. Yes Nine was his friend but he was also kinda ripping the Shatterverse apart and risking thousands of lives along with Sonic's chance to fix everything, and he wasn't gonna let that fly, the kit needed a vibe check.

Nine barely moved aside from his heavy breathing for a long while until Sonic heard a quiet click and and similar in volume chuckle.

"You're right it is."

Before Sonic could place the meaning of Nine's muffled answer or take a defensive stance, both his hands and feet were on fire and rest of his body grew weaker by the millisecond with no further warning.

"I would be lying if I said you weren't painfully predictable"

Glancing from Nine who was now the one standing over him, to his hands through the sudden blur of agony and effort to keep any stray scream in his mouth, all he saw was a wild flicker of colors.

Ah, so those random sparks and color changes of his inhibitors since he got to the Grim was something to worry about after all.

Between all the action and robot beating he barely paid attention to them. They were functioning flawlessly and the same since he got them, even after the unnecessary scruffle he got into with Shadow over them, so why would they malfunction now of all times–

Oh.

Of course, the inhibitors were Nine's tech, should've guessed they'd be used against him sooner or later. Sonic kinda needed those to get around after all, and what's the best way to catch a supersonic hedgehog? By making him unable to run of course!

Still, while now, in retrospect, he really really should've seen it coming, and oh boy he already heard the earful Shadow was about to give him, his current situation was not good.

It was not good at all as he felt the inhibitors being removed from his gloves and shoes, not ideal when he was grabbed by the arm and forcibly made to stand back up, not great as he didn't know which way was north while his head spun, and even worse once he finally somewhat focused his eyes on Nine's face that was now in front of him — or well, slightly under him, Nine was a bit on the short side when not threateningly standing up on his now decommissioned metal tails — that all the prevalent pain got overshadowed by a small shiver of dread running down his spine.

"That would be everything I needed from you, friend."

Sonic tried to make a rebuttal, a plea, a question, anything at this point, (and he did not like the calm tone of Nine's voice at all) but all of his words were stuck in his throat along the contents of his long empty stomach as he followed Nine's 'I won' gaze falling behind him, onto the vast orange ground bellow him. Far too bellow him.

Now, he wasn't scared of heights by any means, he usually seeked hem out just for the beautiful landscape view when out on his travels actually, but this wasn't it, not it at all. Especially since he felt barely in control of his own breathing.

"Since you're so reliant on your friends let's see who'll actually catch you on your trust fall eh?"

And with that, Sonic's already poor balance was pushed over the edge of the platform and his body was sent barreling down to the copper sand below.

He should curl up and bounce off, yea that would be the most sensible thing to do. There were more than enough jagged edges of the tower to land onto and slow down his fall (honestly surprising he hasn't hit any of them yet), but his body seemingly fell asleep on him and refused to cooperate with any of the urgency for moving and not being splattered on the ground like a blue pancake!

Gradually he felt the rushing wind around him rip away his consciousness as shades of blue and purple only blurred together until it all became pitch black. But before all of his senses gave out, he hit something that changed his falling direction abruptly and was way too soft and gentle to be the Grim's battle-ridden sands.

#sonic prime #You have nooooo fujhking idea how much was I fighting myself to not suddenly switch to Nine's perspective you have noo ideaaa #So I wrote nothing at all for it lmao Just pure torture of the blue boi!! #Reason why there's so.many commas and long-winded way-too-many-words-containing explanations? #Uuh #Sonic has ADHD yea #I do too maybe #and also it's almost midnight so my brain is running wild with too many words #Also yes yes that was shadow catching him before he hit his face on a rock because of course he was #Hey can I tag this as sonadow #Is this sonadow? #I mean #every third paragraph has Shadow mentioned. Eh #sonic the hedgehog #prime sonic #sonic #miles nine prower #nine the fox #me when I finish writing #sonic prime spilers #? #kinda? #sorta??? #sonic prime season 3

[black-occamy]

I had a bit of a writer's block last week, and a friend of mine recommended to write something random.

So here's a random animagus being cute...

Can be read as either gender or none.

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If one were to walk past the common bathroom in the dungeons, and then venture through the corridor next to the storage cellars, one would arrive at a rusty-looking door that led to the overgrown castle gardens. The area was not commonly visited by students - perhaps because it was the easiest to access from the Slytherin dormitory entrance. Or maybe it was the fact that crumbling ground gave way to steep cliffs overlooking the Black Lake. Either way, you knew it was usually secluded enough to be a comfortable and quiet reading space, where you could hope to be unbothered for at least a couple of hours.

That being said, today was obviously not a usual day.

Once you reached your favourite reading spot on a slightly tilted stone bench under the forgotten pear tree, you noticed something that was not supposed to be there. As if waiting for you specifically, a big black dog was lying on the ground in front of the bench, head on its paws. You stopped. It had definitely noticed you, its pointy ears twitching at the sound of your steps, but beside that it did nothing.

Well, at least nothing yet.

Hesitantly, you slipped your right hand into the robe pocket, feeling for your wand. There were a couple of possible explanations for the dog's presence here. It could belong to another student, or it could be a familiar of someone visiting the castle. Finally - though unlikely - it could belong to some non-magical hikers from whom it escaped. Either way, you were pretty certain that a well-targeted spell would incapacitate it, even if it was magical. You hoped it wouldn't come to that, though. Scary or not, it was still just a dog. And even though you were never fully comfortable around animals, a small part of you really wanted to change that.

As if bored by waiting for your move, the dog raised its head and gazed in your direction. You looked dead into its eyes, while the sanity in the back of your mind screamed that a dog could interpret that as a challenge and an invitation to fight. Its eyes were pale grey, and it blinked almost immediately, tilting its head to the side and lolling its tongue out in an expression that kind of looked like a smile. Its wagging tail thumped against the ground.

“You're in my spot,” you said out loud, before catching yourself realising that you were arguing with an animal. The dog rose to its feet, tail still wagging. It was bigger than you initially thought. Its head would easily reach your elbow.

Feeling a sudden chill down your spine, you considered your options again. The dog didn't seem aggressive, at least. Its presence in your almost exclusively private spot was more annoying than anything, but then again..

“Go home,” you demanded, trying to sound stern but not angry. “Go to your owner or whatever. Go, shoo!”

The dog tilted its head left then right, its ears put up as if it was confused.

“I told you, that is my spot,” you repeated, slightly irritated by the lack of communication. “Off with you!”

You waved your right - wandless - hand at it, pulling the book to your chest with your left. The dog yawned and stretched lazily, shaking itself as if it just got out of a bath. Then it took a few steps to the side and sat down in the grass, leaving a good ten feet between itself and the bench.

You stared at it for a few more seconds, irked by its happy panting and tongue lolling out again. It seemed pleased with itself.

“Oh, for... Whatever then.”

You walked by it, taking a seat on the bench. It was mid-afternoon, and its smooth stone surface was already pleasantly warmed by the sun. Yet, instead of being a comfort, it agitated you even more. You opened the book, determined to focus on your studies.

Couple minutes passed in silence before you thought you heard something. Immediately, your head snapped in the direction of the dog.

It was still in the same spot, looking at you. This time it lowered its head and made a small whine. It almost felt like it was asking a question.

You ignored it, turning back to the book in your hands. You skipped one Charms class because of that Gryffindor menace, Sirius Black, the other day. If you didn't catch up with the material, Flitwick was bound to give you a detention. Plus, the dog didn't belong to you. You could hardly be expected to...

It whined again, a bit more intently.

“Stars above!” You rolled your eyes and shot it an angry glance. The dog wagged its tail. “What do you want from me?”

Obviously encouraged by your attention, it stood up. Once again, the sheer size of the animal made you uncomfortable, when it approached the bench, its tail wagging excitedly. Your hand unconsciously reached into the pocket again.

“I'm busy,” you said, completely certain there was no point in explaining yourself to this creature. “I don't have snacks or anything, leave me alone.”

It stopped next to the bench, tail whooshing left to right, its ears pulled a little lower and whined again. You stared, determined not to encourage further interaction. It was starting to get on your nerves.

The dog licked its gums, whined once more and then, all of a sudden, rolled on its back on the ground, exposing its belly. You felt your mouth open in surprise when it waved its front paws at you.

“Look there, you seem like a good...” Somewhat flustered for no apparent reason you shot a quick glance at it. “Boy. Very good boy. You're kinda barking at the wrong target here. I don't know if you want me to give you scratches or if you will bite my hand off if I try.”

The dog rolled back to his belly, front paws wide and tail wagging furiously. He made a short, happy bark.

“Morgan's hair, you actually barked!” You laughed, unable to resist the smile spreading across your face. The dog barked in response. “Okay, okay, quiet down. I'll scratch you.”

You put the book down, and slowly reached towards the animal with your hand, still a bit wary.

“I'm trusting you, Good Boy,” you said, trying not to think about the shortest route from here to the hospital wing.

The dog sniffed on your fingers and gave your hand a lick. Carefully, you patted his snout and the top of his head, scratching between the ears. His fur was softer than you expected.

“There, scratched,” you said, pulling back. “Are we done?”

The dog whined at you, and again rolled to his back, tilting his head to the side expectantly. You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed.

“I swear, if that's a ploy to bite my hand off, I'm going to be really cross with you, Good Boy,” you warned, getting off the bench and kneeling on the ground next to the dog. You gave his belly a gentle rub. “Happy now?”

He jumped back to his feet, his head now above yours when you looked up a bit startled. Warm, wet tongue licked the side of your face and you couldn't help but giggle in response.

“Stop it! You're sweet, but that's too much for a first date!”

The dog bounced off, gave you one happy bark and ran away towards the castle. You watched it disappearing in the distance. You wiped your cheek, feeling a warmth spreading across your chest. That wasn't so bad, actually.

You read about Charms for the next hour or so, resting your back against the tree trunk, until you got hungry and realised it was probably time for supper. Stretching lazily, you got up and began walking around the castle walls. To your surprise, there was a familiar silhouette waiting for you on the crumbling battlements.

“Hey there,” Sirius said, grinning at you from where he was perched on the wall.

“Hey yourself,” you replied, shielding your eyes from the afternoon sun with the book. “What are you doing up there?”

“Admiring the views.”

You rolled your eyes, watching as he slid down the wall next to you and dusted off his trousers.

“Have you seen that black dog?” You asked and Sirius glanced at you with a surprised smile.

“What now?”

“I was reading in my usual spot and that dog was there, practically demanding to be cuddled,” you explained, sliding your hand around his elbow as the two of you began to walk along the walls together. “Caught me by surprise.”

“Oh?” Sirius smirked. “What did you do? I recall you saying you don't feel comfortable around big animals.”

“Surprisingly enough, I did cuddle it... Him,” you corrected yourself and smiled. “It was nicer than I expected it would be.”

You caught Sirius glancing at you with the corner of your eye. He seemed pleased with himself for some reason, and you pulled him to a stop.

“What are you so smug about, Black?”

“Me? I'm just proud of you, beloved!” He protested, but his eyes had that mischievous glean to it that you have learned to recognise.

“Did you have something to do with that dog?” You asked, suspicion rising in your voice. “Better tell me already, or stars help me...”

He laughed, leaning forward to look you in the eyes.

“And if I did?” He teased, catching your hand and kissing your fingers. “Don't tell me that interaction wasn't fun for you.”

“I hate your manipulative ass, Black,” you scoffed, unable to hold back a smile. “Where did you get that dog from anyway?”

“It will have to remain my little secret,” he replied, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You didn't protest.

“Shame. I was starting to like him.”

#sirius black #fanfiction #sort of occamy-verse too #but not too much headcanon #sirius black x reader #no y/n #animagus fluff #Padfoot #occamy-verse #Gemma Appleby #the black occamy #occamy writes

[heckinconfusedparade]

Tom and Maddie Surprise Their Boys

Today is a special day. Both Tom and Maddie have the day off while the boys are at school. They were super super excited for this rare opportunity.

Besides the regular couple activities of cuddling on the couch and watching bad movies, they got an idea.

Looking outside, they have noticed how many leaves have fallen outside. They look at each other, then head outside with coats and rakes.

They work through section by section of the yard raking up piles of leaves. Some piles had to be redone because a certain good boy really really loves Fall. They then rake all the piles together into one massive pile. They stand back and admire their work while holding back Ozzy. Yes. This is what peak parenting looks like.

After school, Sonic and Knuckles go to Tails’ school to pick him up. They’re thrilled to find out he’s made a little group of friends! They’re taking turns showing off on the monkey bars. The other kids think it’s so cool that Tails can fly! It scares the teachers tho. When he sees his brothers he zooms right into a group hug. Then he goes back to the playground to get his stuff.

Thus begins the walk home! They each talk about their days and random occurrences, like kids in the hallway making super weird noises while Knuckles was trying to take a History test. Sonic heard it too. He thought he was going crazy.

As they approach their house, Maddie emerges from the gate “welcome home boys!” She gives her kids a hug “your father and I have a surprise for you!” “Please don’t tell me you’re pregnant.” “No, Sonic.” “Good. Not right now, no ma’am.” Sonic shakes his head. He’s good being an older bro of one for now.

Maddie leads the boys into the house to drop off their stuff then they go into the backyard.

As the 3 brothers gaze upon the mountain of leaves in front of them, they are truly speechless. Until Ozzy gets loose, gets so excited about his brothers being home, and the big lead pile that he ends up having zoomies. “THIS IS BEAUTIFUL” Sonic has a tear in his eye. “My tails are gonna be so tangled.. but I don’t care in the slightest..” Tails is in awe. “Your efforts will not be wasted, mother and father. We will enjoy this until the pile is flat once more.” Knuckles says before letting out a war cry, sending himself and his brothers into the pile. Ozzy ends his zoomies by crashing into the pile.

Tom and Maddie take videos of the boys enjoying the leaves then join them. Tails and Knuckles both blend in really well. Tails also spends a good amount of time pouncing into the pile. Sonic has leaves stuck in his quills, and Knuckles in his tough fur. And just like Tails said, his tails are tangled with leaves and sticks.

“You guys are the greatest parents ever!!!” Yells Sonic before he flops back into the leaves. Tom and Maddie are super proud hearing that.

Knuckles picks up Tails a few times to toss him into the leaves. Every time he vanishes, lost to nature. Sonic also gets tossed a couple times.

As predicted, the pile eventually goes flat.

THE AFTERMATH:

Cleaning up the leaves can be saved for later. Right now, the boys have to be cleaned up. Knuckles and Sonic help each other get the leaves out of their spines. Knuckles expresses annoyance with how sharp Sonics quills are. Sonic doesn’t know what to tell him. He can’t control this.

Tails on the other hand… even though he still thinks it was worth it, he is still suffering a fate every child must suffer at least once. Mom combing through his fur whilst he cries because it hurts. Maddie swears she’s being as gentle as possible. Tom tries his hand, but his efforts cause Tails to yelp in pain, and summon his brothers to the scene demanding to know what Tom is doing to their little brother. Tails just crawls into Knuckles’ arms for protection. Knuckles insists on taking over getting the leaves out of Tails’ tangled fur. Shockingly, he’s the best at it. Because of his strength, there’s hardly any resistance against the brush.

Tom and Maddie apologize to Tails afterwards once he’s calmed down. He forgives them, he knows they tried their best. Maddie’s gonna go shopping to get some spray that would make next brushing session much easier.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog movie #sonic 2 #miles tails prower #tails the fox #movie tails #sonic #knuckles the echidna #movie sonic #movie knuckles #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #sonic wachowski #knuckles wachowski #tails wachowski

[tialinffxiv]

FFXIV Write 2023 #1: Envoy

Lynn covered eyes from the rain drops falling denser and stronger with every step toward home. He shook off the water from tail and ears, annoyed at the sudden change of weather. He could smell the incoming storm. But at the moment something else caught his attention and he looked up, trying to locate the source of loud croaking, which welcomed him on the bridge leading to their garden. Wings fluttered, spattering water from the black feathers as the large raven landed gracefully on the flowery arch decorating the gate. Normally Lynn would ignore the bird, especially with clothes starting to soak with the cold rain. But this one was… different. Miqo’te couldn’t at first explain to himself why it felt this way- but then came memories of his brief talk with Kai from some time ago: Adam, the shard and ghost companion of Kai, apparently learned a new trick, which allowed him to possess birds and use them as vessels. And his favorite was a raven- being quite an obvious choice if one knew how the half-voidsent looked- with large, black wings decorating his back. Right now the bird was piercing him with the stare of a dark eye and Lynn started to wonder if that’s really Adam, or perhaps just some random curious raven after all. And then, before he managed to call out to confirm this- a voice echoed in Miqo’te head.

“Mister Lynn, I bear dire news. It’s about Tia.”

Lynn’s eyes opened wide- this short message was enough to freeze him, shivers shaking his spine as million thoughts run through his mind. what happened where is he where are others, why it’s Adam to deliver the news

So many times his brother was coming home battered and bruised- results of the battles with all sorts of beasts, monsters, deities even. So many times Lynn was worried about his safety when he was not at home. He couldn’t even deal with the thought of the awful condition Tia was in after the events at the edge of universe. And to be welcomed home by such information was like a kick in the stomach to Lynn.

“Adam... what happened?” His voice was shaking and he wasn’t sure if it’s more due to the coldness of soaking wet clothes or the worries holding his chest and throat in a tight grasp.

A short moment of silence before raven spoke in his mind once again.

“Unfortunately, Mister Tia failed to obtain all the required ingredients, therefore he’s sad to inform you that the promised ‘amazing and stunning dessert’ won’t be served today.”

There was few moments in his life when Lynn experienced that breath-taking sudden change of emotions shaking his very core; that short, ephemeral moment of pure emptiness in his head just before it happens- and the uncontrollable jolt of pure rage, as this one now, which resulted in a book from his bag playing the role of missile, aimed at the loudly croaking bird. Lynn stormed toward home, cursing the raven circling above and already planning revenge on the feathered envoy.

#FFxivWrite2023 #FFxivWrite #ffxiv #ff14

[ao3sakari]

In a Resident Evil AU set in the Zootopia universe, what animals would Chreon be?

I had a random idea about Chreon working in the R.P.D. as Zootopia animals bubble up, and I'm so curious to see what animals the fandom would imagine them (or any other RE characters) to be.

I'm not sure if the 500-word intro that I drabbled out will ever become more, but it can be read under the cut.

First animals that came to my mind was Leon as a wallaroo (smaller kangaroo, herbivore prey animal, has a powerful kick), and Chris as some sort of big predator cat. Tell me your thoughts 💚💙

Also, I'm giggling at this dumb equus joke:

“How can I join STARS?” Leon looks over his shoulder to glance at the strapping zebra asking the question. “Now, now, hold your horses,” the presenter says.

Nestled in between mountain ranges, bends of rivers and sprawling woods is a citified span of land called Raccoon City, named after the one native animal of the region that was shrewd enough to thrive across all the various rocky, wet, and leafy habitats of the surrounding area. Conveniently located where the differing terrains intersected and easily accessible for all the diverse fauna in the area, Raccoon City became a popular hub for inter-species trade and eventually developed into an urban centre where creatures and critters of all shapes and sizes could live together in harmony. “Today, Raccoon City is seen as a beacon of hope for peaceful coexistence across the entire animal kingdom. However, while most see the benefits and synergies of inter-kingdom cooperation, there are still wildlife that prefer the feral way of life and see the commingling of species as a threat.” The primate delivering the presentation jabs his pointer stick at the projector screen displaying a photograph of an untamed tiger bearing its viciously sharp teeth at a bird caught in mid-flight. Leon fights off the shudder that threatens to shoot down his spine at the sight of that wide maw, an evolutionary response of the predation instinct. Seated all around him are other fresh police academy graduates, arranged from front row to back row by size. Leon sees a waterbird in the front row ruffle its feathers, shaking from beak to tail, and is glad he’d spent so much time on desensitization training so that he wouldn’t be caught trembling in his boots. Despite it being a natural reaction, a cop quaking with fear just doesn’t inspire much confidence in the public eye. The presenter advances the slide deck using his remote clicker, and the room rustles with excitement over the next picture. STARS really needs no introduction. Everyone can recognize their distinctive forest green tactical gear, if not the unmistakable crest proudly emblazoned on the sleeves. Still, the primate brandishes his pointer stick at the screen again, saying, “The R.P.D.’s STARS division protects Raccoon City against the beasts looking to disturb the peace of our citizens.” He clicks to the next slide, opening his mouth to continue his presentation, when he’s interrupted by a question from the back. “How can I join STARS?” Leon looks over his shoulder to glance at the strapping zebra asking the question. “Now, now, hold your horses,” the presenter says, waving off the question and directing everyone’s attention back to the projector screen. “There are two paths rookie officers can pursue: Traffic Services and the Emergency Services Unit. Only after your first year on the force can you apply to other policing units. Now, STARS, in particular, is a division where candidates are scouted; only officers with a recommendation from a STARS captain are invited to apply. Do your best to protect and serve, and you just might catch the eye of STARS.” The zebra in the back row gives a braying sigh in response.

#chreon #chris x leon #chris redfield x leon kennedy #fanfic #resident evil #genuine question

[writing-nebula]

MayBlade Day 6

Day 6 Prompt: Restrain (this one got a little away from me but I'm very happy with it lol) ————

It was nighttime again. They always tried to confuse him on the time of day, with their fake lights and random feeding times, but he always knew when the sun went down, when his instincts screamed and scratched at him to hunt, even if he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to. He growled, clawed uselessly at the walls holding him in, thrashed and slammed himself into the hatch they’d use to take him out, but like always it did nothing. His fins ached. When he flexed his spines they felt frail and brittle, and in the dim light he saw that some had snapped off again, shards of dull red and orange settled across stone and sand. Then he heard a squeak, something he listened for constantly- the squeak that meant the hatch for the room beyond his walls was opening. He settled down near the hatch, quiet, listening- he’d been learning the human language carefully, not that they’d realize. They all thought him a stupid, wild beast. “I keep telling the doc that it’s just getting worse and worse,” the human with the strange lilt to her voice said, “but he doesn’t care as long as it’s still alive.” “Why would he?” the other human, a male with a lot of hair on his face, let out a sound that was almost a growl, some of his words still jagged and unfamiliar. “As long as it’s still — toxin, it’s still —, and as long as it’s alive, he can still test on it.”

Test. The word pulled a snarl from his chest, and he scratched at the walls with all the force he could muster, hearing the humans cry out at the horrible, high-pitched screeching noise his claws made on the shiny surface, uncaring even as the sound ripped through his own ears. 'Tests' were what the 'doctor' did to him, it was being tied down and cut, being stabbed and having his blood taken, his fins torn, his scales ripped out, spines snapped off- it was pain. With the 'doctor' watching and smiling, eyes hidden behind small, reflective things, causing more pain to rip through him every time he tried to get away, which was always. "One of these days I'll rip out of those binds and claw his ugly face off," he growled lowly, knowing the humans couldn't understand him. They were done talking now anyway, only making a lot of noise in the room as they got ready for the tests. He lay in wait to dig into them when they tried to take him out

————

There was a new doctor today. This one mostly watched, asked too many questions for him to keep track of, with answers he didn't know enough to understand. But he decided very quickly that he did not like the way this new doctor laughed and grinned in response, blue eyes cold like the deepest reaches of the sea. He didn't notice when the new doctor moved over to him- he'd been dizzy from blood loss, gills flaring as he struggled to get enough air, defiantly hissing and baring his fangs at anybody who dared move in front of him. He'd hoped they were done for the day when he saw the doctor at the edge of his blurry vision, that any moment he'd be bound up and taken back to his walls, where the water could wash over him completely instead of the shallow pool he was laying in now.

Then pain sliced deep across his tail, and his own cry echoed throughout the shiny room as he thrashed against his binds, narrowing in on a single, desperate thought. Escape. But he couldn't, he was tied down too tightly. All he could do was let the darkness take him.

————

…He didn't remember what happened after that. When he came to, he was back in his walls, tail and fins bound up so tightly it's be impossible to swim even if he had the room. So he just curled up in the single bed of seaweed that grew, pain pulsing through him every time he so much as twitched. He idly noticed that all his spines had been cut short again, and this time his claws had been dulled, too. Next time, he silently swore, like he did after every day of testing. Next time, they won't be able to keep me tied down.

———— Let me know if I should tag this as anything?? None of the 'testing' is focused on so I didn't think it needed any warnings, but I'll happily add some if people think it's necessary! (Also, not tagging a character on purpose, wanna see if anybody can figure out who this is lol) Annnd because I have a lot of thoughts about this one, bonus ;) ————

It was nighttime again.

He didn't bother moving, though- they never did testing two days in a row, and though his instincts still screamed for a hunt, he was too tired to try to break the walls again today. …The hatch to the room squeaked. He raised his head, ears twitching, but there was no talking, just a quiet shuffling noise, something moving around. The shuffling stopped, and for a moment he thought he imagined the whole thing- it wasn't like he could smell anything outside his walls, and though the hatch had a see-through part all he could tell was that the room beyond it was dark. Until suddenly it wasn't, when he heard a faint click followed by fake light now streaming through the clear part of the hatch, the movement sound back and getting closer. A human became visible in the light, and he growled instinctively, though he couldn't help but notice that this one was… different. Even he could tell that it was noticeably younger, its hair the color of seaweed and it's clothes colorful, some of the first color he'd seen since he was brought here. It's eyes- a warm brown, so different from the shiny lenses and cold glares of the other humans he'd seen- went wide when it caught sight of him, and after another moment it spoke- seeming like it was speaking to him. "What… who are you…?" 

#mayblade 2023 #mayblade #beyblade metal saga #metal fight beyblade #beyblade au

[cephalapodsupport]

Random headcannon time, today we do the tentacles. :)

- The arms have two modes. An active mode where Ock is actually controlling the movement of the tentacle, and a passive mode where they're connected to his subconscious.

- In passive mode, the arms will sway or move with his thoughts or emotions. Swishing with irritation like a cat's tail, coiling close to him when he's uncomfortable, or softly undulating when he's happy. Basically, they move like actual limbs in either mode because they are real limbs to him.

- He can feel through the arms as though they were actual flesh and blood limbs. Touching one of the tentacles would feel the same as touching his real hands or arms.

- They also have the same dexterity as fingers.

-There's a track that moves the tentacles from along his ribs to closer to his spine. It gives him more range of motion and comfort.

- Eventually, he is able to take the harness off for a short period of time. This does have a consequence, the nerves will burn and go nuts if the harness is off for too long. The records for the longest period without it on is two hours.

That all for now, if I think of more I'll add them. Also sorry for any typos, comment if you liked it.

#doctor octopus #doc ock #doctor octopus year one #otto octavius #marvel

[reveseke]

The dumb fuck that i am, here's a hybrid au thoughts and headcanons for everybody who may find it interesting.

The ✨ Dragon hybrid! Terry Silver ✨ headcanons.

The content — Few notions to the first appearance of terry silver from cobra Kai ~ | Just dating fluff | how he would be as a dragon hybrid | small mention of torture | war flashbacks | he him beloved mentioned | also one note of suggestive act mentioned

DNI - Fudanashis/fujodashis, women & fem-aligned, profic/proship, anti - LGBTQ+ folk & exclusionists, anti-antis, Necro- Zoo- Pedophiles + (NO)Maps(and other terms), basic DNI criteria, kink/nude/nsfw/sh/vent/pro-ana/ed/18+ blogs

Like literally in a way imo the man resembles a fucking dragon. Esp after seeing few fictions about the man with a male beloved and a goth male imagine of him lol . Iykyk what I'm talking about then you know. The way everybody describes him rather possessive i really love to think if he was a hybrid he'd be a dragon. This idea has been circling around my brain for a while and I'm not going to let it go that easily lmao ! ( Also kinda inspired by that one episode of Spike and Rarity when it comes to family/dating headcanons belows lmao not going to elaborated at all )

— Thinking about how Silver would be a runt looking at the other dragon hybrids

— being smaller than original dragon hybrids, resembling more of a human to their standard.

— earning the nickname Twig for lacking muscle and power even if hybrid!

— having small wings at start, them either growing after years to somewhat resemble dragon hybrids wings or still staying small. Haha. Teenage sized wings. ( I'd think that of an Andean condor wing span of 10 foot. )

— seeing him missing scales around certain points in his wings that never grew back bc of being plucked by force for money and value by the Vietnam soldiers during the capture scenes.

— having his wings being poked through with enough force to rip the leather/skin of the inner wings and leaving him unable to fly even if they grew enough to support his body weight. ( Imo Most modern dragon hybrids can't fly today unlike in the ancient times. )

— or bc they wanted to torture him or see what he would possible do bc they had never seen or hardly had seen a dragon hybrid within military ranks.

— Also having his wings tied behind his back separately or with his hands. Bending them and/or at least making them sore as fuck.

— Leaving him rather disabled to a dragon hybrids standard if they were broken and healed incorrectly or being bend too much due to the restrains and now it's painful enough for him not to use them ( I'd think the wings are one of the most important things to dragon hybrids. Also while the wings are sturdy the bones are still hollow and snap easy if enough force should be applied )

— not to forget the horns, he would most likely be missing ones both or half of one. I'd see them being bone white or possibly some kind of dark color.

— The horns would absolutely be bejewelled in some way or form and seem so fucking glamorous that it would make anybody jealouse !

— also medical Headcanon that the skin of his wings and horns is sensitive and easily itching. He has a special balm to relieve it.

+ I actually think he would look a little more youthful than he is in the actual show since dragon hybrids age few years differently.

— uhh his tail is pretty much the size it should be. Most likely ranging from pretty whites to darker color.

— He also has spines lining his back and most likely his forearms as well not to forget the scales that break through the skin in random patches very lightly.

Brief family/dating headcanons ( he him used to refer to the beloved ) tw. Slightly suggestive hint?

— spoiling absolutely spoiling with love and money. I'd think part of his love language is gifting and spoiling. May as well be some kind of service to the beloved.

— Terry doesn't mind a slight age gap between him and his beloved if it's consider in a romantic sense.

— so much adoring the beloved, and making it very known to him.

— just hugs and cuddles with him possessively wrapping his wings around the beloved so if he escapes his arms he can't actually leave the hug completely.

— Thinking about how he'd keep the beloved as long as possible with him when it comes to sleeping or laying in bed in general at lazy days where he doesn't have to be anywhere. If he has to be somewhere he stays as long as he can just hugging the beloved in the bed and leaving after then.

— the man would absolutely be warm but have cool skin to the touch over the scale patches or scales in general.

— if he's cool enough with the beloved he may just ask him to help with applying the balm on his wings and even to his horns.

— generally sensitive horns, spines and wings btw, touch them and you'll have him satisfied and get a lil handsy bc it lowkey feels good. But beware he may snatch the beloved hands if he doesn't like it.

— also own headcanon on dragons but dragon hybrids can purr. Do what you will with this information.

— personal Headcanon of him being open to and actually adopting a kid. Doesn't matter if it's a hybrid or human kid lol if talking about hybrid au .

— he'd be absolutely interested in spoiling them and making it known that he loves the kid dearly and that they're safe with him in general.

— if somebody messes with the kid or beloved he'll be doing something about it. even if they wouldn't outright tell him, he'll be more in tune with one's emotions than they realise and be aware of the mood swing. Lightly coaching them to talk about it so he can help.

#terry silver #cobra kai silver #cobra kai #hybrid au #headcanons #x male reader #x gn reader #x non binary reader #x ftm reader #x trans reader #x masc reader #terry silver x reader #terry silver x male reader #🔮.headcanon

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Bloods encounter with sniperjack part 2 secretly shhhh hah

"Sniperjack was hunting a new creature she was on it's tail till she blasted by a magic burst but it felt stronger she rolled over a sharp rock chipping her spine then hitting her head on a tree cracking her skull the creature got away but something more evil was coming to her her vision was blurry all she knew something picked her up by her throat she knew she had to think and fast"

Sniperjack: *fires her shotgun seeing the creature flying back, screaming*

Surprise jr: ahhhhh holy water slugs ahhh

Sniperjack: *spits blood* never leaves home without them. Now talk who r u?! Before i pump more slugs into u

Satan: *takes control* ur worst nightmare cunt

Sniperjack: *shocked falling in fear* n-no no no u-u can't be real

Satan: Now u look scared take her away

Ambrosine aka the rookie death: *teleports sniperjack to hell in a cage, locking it* Enjoy ur stay

Sniperjack: *fires her shotgun at Ambrosine*

Ambrosine: ahhhh u bitch *rips off sniperjack shotgun arm* hmmm maybe I'll keep this for my two kids as a souvenir

Sniperjack: I'll kill u and your family slut just u wait *feels dizzy from blood lost passing out*

"1 year has passed in hell on the surface. 3 weeks sniperjack waited to die, but Satan wouldn't let her he wanted to watch her stuffer by slowly killing her in different and bringing her back to life every time."

Satan: i just love killing u, Jack. There are so many ways to kill u. i love it, wat should we try today, my dear? Should we try poison darts ooooo wait, how about a classic, a good old head scalping? No...... too classic, hmmmmm...

Sniperjack: *groans trying to talk*

Satan: Hmm? Wat was that my dear *puts his ear by the cage*

Sniperjack: *bites off Satan left ear clean off yelling* i summon blood

Satan: *claps* That was ur idea, ahahah, that's a good hahahaha *starts crying of pitty* u actually thought my sister vessel would save u?! *laughs harder* That's rich. I swear ur a nothing miss jack and u always will be

Blood: *teleports blasting satan* kneel before god brother

Satan: Oh, I'll kneel while u burn. *throws hell fire at blood*

Blood: *starts walking to Satan teleporting, reappearing choke, slamming him to the lava below*

"Bloods fake skin fell off walking to the cage freeing sniperjack she was laying their accepting her faith but blood saw hope he summoned two of his daughters midnight and day"

Blood: mid portal day help me

Midnight: *summons a portal to Reds office* hurry before Uncle wakes up

"Day and blood took sniperjack unconscious body thru the portal"

Red heart: Oh, for fuck sake blood really ur fake skin

Blood: Eat me cunt help applejack here now

Red: fine table

Blood: day mid make sniperjack a room for now

Midnight on it, dad let's go sis

"Day and midnight went to a random roo cleaning it and putting a new bed a couple nightstands new sheets pillows and a dresser not long after blood came in putting sniperjack in her bed"

Blood: i want u two to guard Miss Jack. i don't care how u gaurd her just do it

Day: dad is aunty jack, ok?

Midnight: Sis, she's not our aunt is she dad?

Blood: ...... *teleports away*

Day: i say u sleep in here just because ur tiny and look adorable

Midnight: Is that a complaint or a insult?

Day: Both *teleports outside of sniperjack door*

Midnight: bitch.... *sits in chair watch sniperjack sleep*

"Two hours later"

Sniperjack: *wakes up* ugh.....w-where am i?.....

Tag for sniperjack @asksniperjack

#ponyville #mlp #the ultimate pie family #blood #midnight shy pie #day breaker pie #sniperjack #surprise jr #satan #rookie death #Ambrosine #red heart pie #part 2 #sorry not sorry #ok maybe a little sorry #but fun making

[nvrcmplt]

Manticore Origin ||

He never liked it, this place; they always had something to prod him with; to inject him with; force him to sleep and wake up after days of slumber that made his body feel not like his own the last time he was awake. Sometimes he woke to broken bones, watched as he is forced to heal in odd conditions; forced under the sun; underwater, made to dance over rocky terrains, over sandy shores, swamp conditions. It was a bother and like today of all days; it was time to be fed, but instead of a meal that was prior killed and filled with vitamins to aid his odd body get the supplements it needed to work and function; this one was live.

 And not an animal…

No, not even a random human; this was a scientist that slipped into his dwelling… A monster of needle and scalpel, a beast that had no idea that this wasn’t his domain to reign even if they created it. Though he was awake; it was as if they were looking for something. Himself, in his cave, camera long destroyed over years of trying to constantly fix it after Mardya’ destroys it again and again. He was a ghost in his own terrain; new additions to his body; some he wasn’t sure the scientists even knew of; as he slipped out from his home and landed upon toes with literally no sound given off the drop. Wings tucked close to his body like a second skin and his tail low, just above the ground; where the scorpion curl of his stinger began to bead in a yellowish-brown venomous bubble.

He hadn’t been fed for three weeks, he hadn't seen these creatures of science in his domain for a month tops; and they obviously thought of him dead; but wrong. He may be a little weakened but he was still a monster to be dealt with. Stopping all movements upon a spot below a thicket of tree, and in a brush of elephant leaves the size of cars, Mardyakhor’s hues widened to allow all light in the area to aid his sight; pin-pricking his optics to form horizontal slits before his lips pried apart with a heated breath. His fangs itched for blood, to kill and to maim that who had harmed him for so many years and eons in the name of ‘research’. But; as his hand rose to move forward; it froze mid-swing – gunman; a whole crowd of them came in through the metal doors of the facility.

Oh?

Mardyakhor’s ears twisted upon the sides of his head, wings tensed and tail flicked to the side at the offer of more than just one meal. Weaponry however was given a wrinkle of the nose towards, the noises as loud, he hated them a lot; but his body moved onto a different path either way. Slithering through the rotten greenery of his enclosure; he was easily able to circle the group of humans with weaponry.

They were focused so much on one area of the tank; though it made the beast think before his tail rose, spines stood on end and a glance to the glass roof was all he needed before he gave his tail a hefty swing and shot the spines into the ceiling with heavy thuds; causing all guns to raise, bodies to stop and him a distraction to easily slip on out of the domain doors that were open. Sticking close to the wall; he eased himself into the darkened hallways; though not before slamming the bulb of his tail into the door pad - causing the thing to spark and close upon the humans held within his home.

A proud Lion he was, moving with liquid ease through the halls, scenting out empty room after empty room, climbing upstairs and meeting not a soul. How painful it was, yet, he felt a surge of energy. His gait once languid picked up in speed, trotting with bouncing footfalls - until he froze at the alarm sound that came from behind him before it came before him.

Hissing, long and hard; the noise travelled throughout the facility; igniting the fear within scientist and team of gunmen. Mardyakhor was a quiet creature; but angered, he was a monster that took time to calm. Paws now sank claws into the metal halls, pushing a tired body forward; galloping with wings streamlined to aid with speed. He took off down the halls, panicked of course; but the smell of the outside world made his lungs expand to their fullest; turning a sharp left, launching himself through metal doors left open in the stupid scientist's wake. 

It was a trap; his gut told him in that instant; this wasn’t a pathway for his freedom but capture; the only thing he delayed behind him was bullet-holes in his body, making it easier for the scientist to carry his corpse, but this? This was different; before the moment his body turned the next right corner, the click of triggers was heard before the massive explosions of gunpowder. Mardyakhor’s body was still in the motion of momentum thus as the bullets began to rain towards his body; his figure was already leaping onto the wall, crushing metal under foot, flinging it off the walls in maintained panels before leaping over a line of projectile weaponry. 

Mardyakhor’s roar, stilled them to the core.

The rest of the attack was left to the imagination of the scientist and army that were running behind; where the silence was deafening in worry - and the sight before them around that corner was vomit inducing. Bodies sliced in half, another pinned to a wall with porcupine spikes jutting out of every facial orifice. Throats torn out, guns broke from collision force; others shot by their comrades from misdirection and most of all, the blood splatter that covered the walls that easily formed wings. Paw prints through bloody puddles and windows shattered with the doors torn apart after being scratched through with enough force to dent the hinges that held them.

But most of all; Mardyakhor was gone.

“Call, Mr. Kessler. 089mce is alive and has escaped.”

Wings were flapping with determination to carry him across the oddity of an ocean; the smell was nauseating and blinding whenever the sun was directed at his sights in a certain angle; but as his body began to succumb to exhaustion; the beast descended with a fading consciousness. Eyelids were heavy; dropping, becoming harder to keep open, even as his wings flapped harder, the winds burnt his lungs and the waters below spoke of his death — he fell without much grace. Colliding with the surface, skidding a few spots before falling beneath the ocean depths. Cleaned from blood, stinging in areas in which he didn’t know were open wounds, the beast found himself touching the sea’s floor. It was an odd feeling in all honesty; but it was nothing compared to the feeling of said flooring moving. Capturing him in a net with several clams and shells. 

Dragged across the ocean’s floor, higher ground and then into the air - metal creaking to hold his weight - the boat itself was silent; but it mattered not to the beast whose sight collapsed and form didn’t move a single muscle after being released with the haul gathered in one of its nets.

When he woke hours later, his ears were the first to move, causing a rush and hush of creatures to stop literal breathing in his vicinity. When his lashes fluttered awake, his first instinct was to attack, defend and get away, but the moment his lids did raise to stare a piercing crimson gaze upon those around him, he noted the bandages upon his wings, arms and body. Head rose from the floor, glowering and hesitant, but the smell of meat caught his attention next. Tail shifting, curling over his side out of habit to show no harm as he tucked it under his wing as he began to move.

These people were villagers, creatures that were human like a part of him, but skin black, tanned, some white and red? Sunburn? Most likely but they seemed different; fascination in their gaze, wariness in their pulses. It was odd to be stared at with this kind of — want to know what he was, and not the stares of needs to be better or more. His chest pushed out with a huff, lips parting to allow tongue to stretch over nose and return to maw like he was a feline more so than a creature with a man’s face. Shifting once more, the pain dulled in his body, allowed him to settle upon his stomach instead. Hind paws resting comfortably, wings too less pressured and his front spread paws to allow chin to rest back on the floor. Huffing a few more times, he yawned, showing the clear difference in his structure to that of a human's everything… Sleep came swiftly once more.

Waking however to the sound of vehicles, Mardyakhor noticed the lack of watchful eyes; and now he saw how tense these people were. His attention moved from one figure to the next; then to a child that was even curling a little closer to him, as if he was a family pet. Nostrils flared however, wings twitching causing a few heads to turn to him as he tested out his limbs to stand up. Though it was clear they protested his movements, his body was his to rule and his gaze alone held their tongues at bay. Movement to look about himself, a mouthful of meat taken from a bowl of offered delicacies, before his body moved to step down from the bedding they offered him within this oddly structured home. 

“Wait… “

“The back entrance.”

Mardyakhor stares, then blinked, lowering his head for a moment to flare nostrils. The vehicles were in front of them, coming closer, so he nodded once - to which the child smiled and the Mother of them, judging by the similarities between them, motioned him to follow her. Though the house, his large frame was liquid, slipping over pots and pans, bedding and bodies that slept for only a moment's difference to waking up in his passing. The next thing Mardya knew, his body was touched by several hands, a word of prayer and good luck given to him without much of his knowledge as to why.

Still, his gait slowed for only a moment before his took off through the opening and he didn’t even look back as his frame easily disappeared into the thickets of the Jungle’s trees.

It was easy to avoid those chasing him, he waited until nightfall to fly to new areas, he kept his waste hidden and mixed with other trails of animal dung, his markings on trees was minimal, bathing was often ridding the smell of ‘new beast’ to a ‘jungle monster’ within a few weeks. His companions became animals, his enemies became machinery; wilderness was natural to him, travelling at top speeds, hunting for energy, sleeping in trees to keep safe. He learnt, he understood, he gained more knowledge upon himself and his creation. He became a myth, he became a monster, he became himself.

#« ( Mardyakhor ) » IC. #» ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ

[rielzero]

When you have 1 AM type of Character Gimmick Ideas

So, the eldritch character forms of my persona have this gimmick with their Tendrils being a very specific design choice on the majority of them.

This actually originates from Sal’varis’ design, which was a Cosmic alt to my main persona, originally designed for a Marvel AU Roleplay.

The tendrils.. I used to call them tails, haha. At the time I thought the neck thing was cool because it would be weird to give him actual tails above his alien naked body’s butt. And eventually I became very interested in eldritch themes, so the tendril concept was transferred over to the eldritch designs too. When I made the Seedling, it kinda happened out of the blue? Random inspiration being pretty high. I don’t really remember how exactly I was feeling, but it was fun getting all those details down that it eventually made me want to redo Sal’varis sheet and do a small redesign of some details.

Now the Tendrils originally were just a ‘’He ain’t human, yo.’’ Kinda thing, but they do have function. for Sal’varis, they mostly aid as extensive extra arms, they express his emotions by curling, they help with cosmic energy dispersion, AND they actually help him generate a gravitational field.

I was watching spectacular spider-man on netflix recently and I just always love how our wall-crawler can crawl walls. My main persona kinda does this himself because he can control the law of physics and manipulate a gravitational field.. And since Sal’varis can literally shoot himself into space with flight, what about the Eldritch ones? Mothman does not use his tendrils for anything gravity related, he manipulates light and absorbs it through them. Mothman can fly, he’s just kinda lazy.

So its simple- Since the tendrils actually give them speed when hunting and running like a raptor, they also aid in climbing: They create an electro-kinetic field similar to spidey’s fingertips, and for my character this also specifically manipulate his sense of gravity in the head. This means if he’s upside down, it does not affect him or nauseate him. Funny enough spider-man is canonically still affected by that part of the brain that requires gravitational direction. I keep forgetting what it’s called..  Cerebellum? In Dutch we call this part of the brain ‘’Evenwichts Zintuig’’ Which means literally ‘’balancing sense’’ Basically the Tendrils, by moving not only allow the Seedling and The Bloodbringer to move fluidly and smoothly, they also  generate an electric ‘’stickiness’’ so they can climb easily onto surfaces without being bothered by gravity pull or nausea caused by being upside down.  So yeah- There’s the thing with the Seedling canonically having a period were he was able to be harmed in the lore in the back of my head... And the removal of his tendrils actually mess with his bodily control. Its kinda like how people say some animals struggle to balance without their tails. The Tendrils were designed to look like spines initially even if they nowadays look more like sharp vines, so the idea is that they are the extension of their ‘’eldritch brain’’ and in a very dangerous shape that can harm you. Since he uses them to eat and suck out bonemarrow from victims... Hehehehehe. So yeah. The Tendrils are part of their spine and brain I suppose- Realistically anatomy wouldn’t work that way- but they come out of the nape of the neck, which is up towards the skull. I thought of this recently, not today. But wanted to write it down before I forget again.

They’re build as hunters, in an eldritch environment were these colors and features are camouflage. Why wouldn’t you want to climb upon humongous alien trees with little to no effort, relocating with ease just to jump down on your prey ready to suck out their bonemarrow?

Hnng. But yeah, the removel of the tendrils would fuck with their ability to walk, or even turn their head around, it makes them sick. ....... Apologies for bad grammar and sentence building, these posts are not made with high effort to fix those things, English is not my first language even if I communicate better with it than my native one. There are rules in writing that escape me at times, and I haven’t tried to write a novel for years now. Hence I stuck to webtoons.

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[ghostofnibelheim]

☁ (why the heck not start off with random mermaid fun)

Merperson starters || Always Accepting!

☁ my muse is a merperson who lives by the seashore near your muse’s house. your muse catches them sitting on the rocks peoplewatching one day

What did the world had to look like from up there?

It was a thought that always left him wondering, in the not-so-rare times he allowed himself to sneak up to the surface to stare at the large metal mouth that hung over the harbor of Junon. Pointed towards the sea, almost like a spear of a challenger. Its shadow cast over the lazy back and forth of the tide shifted the temperature of those waters, and gave away the time he’d spent where he did not belong.

What a strange fate for someone like Sephiroth. What an odd merman, being so charmed by what was above.

Even more than the architecture of the land-dwellers, it was the people themselves that fascinated him. If he paid attention and sat behind the rocks away from the beach, he could at time catch glimpses of life. Sometimes they came in pairs; other times, small children followed. Once or twice, one came alone, or with the company of four-legged creatures he was unfamiliar with.

He’d been warned of what would happen, were he caught. But though he’d been spotted before, Sephiroth found that these people weren’t so difficult to fool. A hasty retreat in the waves was often enough to discourage any pursuit. If caught on the rocks, his waistline had always been carefully hidden be the water, and he needed to do no more than returning their waving gesture to be mistaken for one of their kind, just taking the time for a soak.

The cetaceous tail that extended from his spine, of a glistening black with sharp-looking silver marks on the back, was certainly something the likes of which he’d never noticed among them. Would it be so strange and scary to a land-dweller, if they saw him in his entirety? Or would they too be just as fascinated as he?

It was a question that had crossed his mind every time his eyes had met another pair above the surface. And today, when a set of young greens more vibrant and bright than his own found him, it was simply no different.

The sun was dimming, and the waters of Junon were dark. With a curiosity of his own, the merman stared back, his hands pushing just that little more against his chosen rock to let his body sink a little further, until the comfortable temperature of the sea returned near the shoulders.

#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth] #12K || Are you just playing dumb? [Aerith Gainsborough] #14E || Fantasy - Merman [AU] #06B || There's your answer. [Asked & Answered] #thememory #//thanks for the ask! #let's break the ice~\\

[totebagchiqbarista]

can we have a chat noir x reader x ladybug where chat and lady are constantly trying to out due in battles each other for the reader’s attention, even in school with adrian and marionette

a loving feeling

Pairing: Adrien/Chat Noir, Marinette/Ladybug x GenderNeutral!Reader

Here's the first request I got! I literally love this idea so much oh my god. I hope you like it :)

“Adrien, dude, go talk to them. Now’s your chance!“ said Nino, reassuringly patting his best friend on the back. Adrien’s palms sweat just because of the thought of talking to them. It had been so long since he felt anything other than platonic love for somebody and was losing his mind. Adrien knew he wasn’t the only one who saw Y/N as potentially someone who was to be more than a friend. How could he be? 

“Go! Now!“ Nino pushed him closer to the infatuating dream of his best friend. Disappearing in a split second he rebounded with his girlfriend. 

Adrien made a few steps. It has seemed the person of his dreams was way too far away from him. Fear grew with each step and his heart was now beating in his throat, unable to catch a breath. Yes! They are so close! He can see them, just a bit more. He is already there, just hanging by the tip of a finger... And suddenly he was in a broom closet. 

“Oh, Plagg I chickened out again“ Adrien cried, clenching his fists against the wall. The kwami flew around his head in an attempt to catch his gaze. 

“Honestly Adrien, you could only talk to them when you were Cat Noir. But when you’re...well you, you lose your mind!“ he spoke “You see, cheese doesn’t do that to a person“

“You’re a kwami“

“My point still stands.“

Adrien banged his hair against the wall. It’s true, he could always talk to them when he was dressed in black. “I'm going to talk to them, today!”

“You go to the same class, you talk to them every day “ Plagg rolled his eyes, getting tired of the same old story his owner has been playing over and over

The blonde boy shook his head trying to talk to Plagg on a serious note “You know what I mean”

Upon entering the class, Marinette stumbled over her thoughts. She had decided she will talk to them today. She had no idea how, but she had put her mind to it. She is doing this.

"Hi, Marinette," said Y/N when they saw the bluenette deep in her thought.

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. She had to process what is happening before she could open her mouth.

"O-oh, hi, Y/N. Are you how? I mean, how you are?" she felt embarrassed by the inability to speak as she tried to collect herself "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Do you want to sit next to me today? Nino and Alya sat together." they questioned, pointing to the couple in love, sat in the second row.

Marinette's face lit up in joy as she shook her head in approval "Yeah, I will". The two sat down in the first row, waiting for the class to start.

"So, Y/N, tell me, um do you- want to-" Blue-haired girl started as the duo collected their bags and headed towards the door. Y/N watched the girl carefully until she was interrupted by a loud cheer behind them.

They turned around, meeting eyes with a pair of green ones that lit under the blonde hair. "Hi, Adrien!" they waved in response.

Marinette's face reddened. It wasn't just because of the Adrien himself who too, made her blush a little. But it was because he could not have found the worse time to come by...

Her fingers twitched as she watched him smile sweetly and sly to the person she was just about to ask out. He had a kind, heart-warming smile on his face, and he was talking so softly to them. His fingers twirled in his blonde hair as he...

Marinette's face widened at the realization. The guy was stealing her date!

"Actually, we were talking you can come back by later" she interrupted blushing Adrien, taking Y/N's hand in hers and walking off. Without thinking, Adrien reached out, grabbing Y/N's hand. His fingers wrapped around their wrist. "Why can't I join you?" he blurted.

"Of course you can!" Y/N exclaimed

"No, you can't. Don't you have a fencing class to attend to?" Marinette fought back, crossing her hands on her chest.

"It got postponed"

"It never does"

"But today it has so I have an hour of free time"

Y/N watched as the two held a strong eye contact filled with rage and jealousy. Their bodies came closer and closer as they fought back and forth for their attention.

Suddenly, the door of the school burst open, shrieks fulfilling the building. A woman dressed in black entered, her ripped dress falling to the floor. Silver hair of hers flowed in the wind as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the machine in her hand. Two rat ears grew on the tip of her head and a tail that followed the theme.

She walked around, shooting every random passenger and turning them into...rats?

"We have to hide!" Y/N exclaimed as they took both of their hands, leading them into a classroom.

Marinette stuttered, ripping their hands apart even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. "I forgot my bag in the other classroom, I have to get that, it's important, you guys go hide now!"

Y/N nodded, running again, leaving Adrien to follow along. "Locker rooms! We can hide there" he said, grabbing them by the hand and running to the secure place in school.

"Chloe! Where are you Chloe!" the rat lady yelled, leading her way through the corridors of the Françoise Dupont High School. "Hide here," he said, showing them a safe place in one of the lockers.

"You too." They said pointing to the one across. Adrien only nodded in response and faking it once they were completely safe. The blonde's legs carried him to the bathroom by the speed of light.

Closing the door he took a moment to take a deep breath and rest his back against the wall. His kwami reappeared in front of his face, waiting for a word. Something. Anything.

"Don't you have a significant other to save, Adrien?"

Adrien got himself on his feet, away from the daydreams. Plagg was right, he did everything better when he was Chat Noir, so saving them should be as easy too. Maybe then he can finally talk to them without interruptions or his own fears.

The blonde nodded. "Plagg claws out!"

Although they knew they could be in danger, Y/N couldn't take being locked up in a locker anymore. She stepped out, only to be met by Adrian's open locker. The rat lady must have got to him.

"Stupid" they hummed to themselves as they looked around, figuring out what to do.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and the infamous black cat costume appeared before them, taking their breath as always. "Well hello I guess we're stuck in danger together," he said flirty "Might as well make the most out of it" he bowed down before them.

"Poor kitty, and where's your lady?" They said, teasingly to the cat boy who so desperately tried to get under their skin.

"Said she will be right back."

And just on queue, the lady in red stormed into the room. Taking a look at Chat Noir once she sighed. "I'm sorry to do this, but it's important. Multimouse, I need you." She handed the already well-known miraculous box to them as they nodded in response.

It was safe to say Chat Noir was losing his mind. His eyes widened at the sudden information, as he stared at them in amazement. "You're Multimouse?!" he squeaked. Thinking back on the previous times Multimouse came to help and he did nothing but flirt with them. There was something that stood out about them and he never knew what. Now, it all made sense.

Then yet again, he wonders how whenever Multimous was around, Ladybug also got way more talkative and goofy and eager for their attention. He remembers all the fights over Multimouse he and the lady had led. It all came together now.

"Of course I am," they said, tying the necklace around their neck and meeting with Mullo, once again.

"I've missed you Y/N," Mullo said, happily flying around.

"I can say the same" they responded, ready to transform "Mullo, get squeaky!"

"Wow," both of the Paris' superheroes were smitten. Stealing a dirty look from each other for one last time they created a plan with Multimouse to defeat Ninkilia. As Ladybug said, she is completely sure the Akuma is in her hand machine.

"That's the plan, just follow my lead" she finished her speech

"As you wish my lady" Multimouse chimed in before Chat Noir could say anything. Ladybug's hot cheeks were prominent through her mask, and the cat looked nothing but jealous.

"R-right, let's go" the girl with spots exclaimed, her cheeks still burning red.

Jumping from the roof, Multimouse teased the villain. "A mouse? No!" Ninkilia yelled. "If you can live in the garbage now, why can't you do it in a form of a true rat itself" she cried as she shot around random people on the street.

"We have to get to her hand machine quickly," Chat Noir said fighting the lady in black. "And maybe then we can go somewhere just the two of us."

He winked at Multimouse who only laughed, and earned a look of pure hatred from Ladybug. Expecting a comment on his own behalf, Chat Noir was surprised by the lady's response. "You don't want to go with him trust me. I know the best ice cream in town."

Multimouse only laughed "Let's get rid of this rat lady first," they said "Multitude!"

"No, not the mice!" Ninkilia desperately tried shooting the little mice around her as they climbed up her legs. Ladybug's yoyo wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Cataclysm"

The Akuma has been purified and the trio has once more, saved the day. "Pound it!"

"It has been a pleasure working with you" black cat smiled sheepishly, taking the mouse's hand and kissing it softly. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you again soon?"

"We'll see," they said, signalizing Ladybug it's time to go.

Ladybug pulled them close, taking them by the waist and already feeling her heart beat faster. Multimouse, or precisely, Y/N placed their head in the crook of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Soon, they were flying through the air, holding just by her yoyo.

"Thank you for choosing me," they said, as they scootched closer to her body, clinging in fear of falling down.

"How could I not?"

Marinette's heartbeat raced faster as they shared a soft smile. If it were up to her, she would like to fight alongside them all the time.

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