#them being rough and tumble friends is my favorite thing

[critter-covenant]

hops n' kicks :3

#them being rough and tumble friends is my favorite thing #constantly competing and bickering but they are besties your honor #or more- interpret this however idc much #only ships i'm really crazy about are daynap and their frowningcriters counterparts idk their ship name actually #I shoudl draw those two actually theyre like half the reason im here honestly #gah oops rambled uhhh hoppy and kickin dynamic my beloved ok bye #hoppy hopscotch #kickinchicken #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #smiling critters #smiling critters fanart

[narcosmx]

Hey, I'm so happy you're back I missed reading your works.I was wondering if you'll still do the requests that you mentioned there because they were all great ideas : https://www.tumblr.com/narcosmx/669340063334842368/request-list-here-is-a-list-of-the-request-that

being enedina's best friend and falling for benjamin arellano-felix would include:

a/n: okay so this made mee think about the enedina's bff falling for benjamin thing and i got going, so yes i'll be going back to some of these hehe

okayokay hear me out rich boss babes together

WHICH LEAD ME TO THINK LIKE WHAT IF ENEDINA'S BFF WAS AMADO'S YOUNGER SISTER

so like amado is the kind of older brother where like... you call me and ofc i'll come solve your problems for you but can you like....maybe handle what you can on your own

kinda just gives her a wad of cash, la bendicion and be like go live your life kid at least one of us should enjoy the money i'm making lol

"vaya con dios mijita" also get the vibes that he def taught you how to fly too

so i imagine you being a little bit more rough and tumble than enedina

but like you bring out the boss bitch in her, reminds her she is capable of breaking away from this idea of "being a woman" was

being bffs with dina gives me like, you practically live at her place vibes you know

like you have a toothbrush, and clothes and your favorite soaps in the goddamn shower

you go home only to like swap out the roation of outfits you have or getting a new pair of shoes or something

otherwise you were essentially living at the arellano-felix house, shit even their mom jokes about her liking you more than your own kids

and the girls fucking love having you around, and lowkey probably ramon too because you're never one to shoot down his crazy ass ideas

pancha is like "don't you like, ever get tired of being here" and you're like "don't you ever get tired of being the ugliest member of this family?"

and benjamin oh benjamin at first he tries to pay you no mind, but you're not one he can easily ignore

so he resigns himself to nodding at you and huffing with laughter when he sees how comfortably you lounge around his fucking house because no matter what you do like he cannot get mad at you

you do something and he smiles and someone else does that same exact thing he'd rip them several new assholes.

okay listen i don't know why i get the vibes that like you're an expert at breaking into anything that isn't welded shut

you know, like you grew up around criminals you were bound to pick something up

not that you had to break into dina's place, you had a key but sometimes it's just fun to freak the other's out

i just imagine, like benjamin coming home a day after having like fortified security and he just looks into the backyard and you're chilling poolside

he walks out and it like "w-we changed the locks yesterday after a security issue... how the fuck did you? dina is out making your key right now??"

you nearly giggling as you take a sip of your drink "you make me laugh, benji"

YOU CALLING HIM BENJI I CANNOT \

him opening his mouth to say something and him being like yeah nope nevermind and turning on his heel and walking inside

hehe having to turn on his heels so fast because he can't help but smile at you and your antics

dina walking out and being like "hey bebe, i left your key in your bag" but side eyeing her brother because she knows she knows something is up

because no one makes her wet blanket of a brother smile like that

you and dina going to fancy dinners together can you imagine, going to the hottest spots in all of baja

you two getting all dolled up in her room together, they can hear you laughing from down the street lol

unabashedly singing at the top of your lungs lol

but i also have this one moment of scene stuck in my head

you and dina are in a rush getting ready to go somewhere and like dina is showering and you're like

well i'm def not showering in any of the other boys fucking rooms because NOPE

and i dunno but benjamin gives you vibes that his bathroom would be clean and so you...go for it

you couldnt have shame if they paid you so you're just out here causally breaking into fucking tijuana's biggest drug dealer's room

going in to take a shower, showering you know and then as you come out with like a robe wrapped around yourself and drying yout hair, benjamin is entering the room

and there's just this moment where benjamin is looking at you like with like a what the fuck but like amused face

and you're like "look, where else did you want me to go? i'm def not fucking showering in ramon's shower"

and benjamin is like "hm i don't know maybe???? the freaking guest bathroom"

and you laughing him off the face of the planet

and okay imagine he has like documents laying around his room because he wakes up in the middle of the night and worries about bus iness stuff because that's him

anyways you saw it and you idk just have this knack for business or math and you just walk up past him brushing against him and kiss his cheek and are like "thanks for sharing the bathroom with me, and if you raise the tax 1.5 percent over 6 months you'll cover that cost" you note motioning your head towards the document and walking away AHHH

#narcos mexico #narcos fan fiction #narcos mexico imagines #benjamin arellano felix x reader #benjamin arellano felix

[taizi]

Prompt: rise!Raph’s relationship with sweaters/jackets and how they always tear

x

Raph is twelve when he finally gets the jacket he’s been dreaming of forever—since he saw it in a magazine April left in the lair weeks and weeks ago. 

Pops doesn’t usually go in for new clothes. They’re harder for him to get his hands on, and Raph can definitely understand his school of thought—new clothes would only stay new-ish for a handful of hours, given the rough way he and his brothers tumble around and play. 

But Raph really wants this jacket. And he swears up and down that he’ll take care of it, he won’t practice ninja or skateboard or play in it. 

April’s mom works at a big fancy department store and she’s happy to use her perks for one of her daughter’s best friends. Pops has lots of ‘savings’ leftover from his old job, even though he refuses to tell them what he used to do, no matter how much they pester him about it. So on Raph’s next birthday, he gets the jacket. 

He’s so excited. Normally his presents are things that he and his siblings can all share—and he’s happy with that! He loves to share with them! But this is nice, too. Having something that’s just his. 

“Put it on, Raph, let’s see!” April says eagerly over the sound of his brothers’ raucous cheering, so as soon as Splinter hands it over, Raph does. 

And it rips. 

He can hear the sound of shredding fabric. It seems impossibly loud. It shouldn’t cut through the noise of the party like it does, but it does. Everyone gets very quiet. 

The thing is—Raph is built different, just like Donnie. But where Donnie is soft, Raph is sharp. He’s always had to be very careful with his brothers, because one wrong move and he could accidentally hurt them. He’s grown up that way, being careful of others. He forgets to be careful with himself. 

“Red, it’s alright,” Pops says quickly, laying a hand on his arm. “We can get you a new one.”

But the same thing would just happen again, no matter how many replacements they buy him. 

Raphael is the oldest, and he has to set a good example, and throwing a tantrum or bursting into tears at his birthday party isn’t a good example. So he wrestles for control of his expression and says, “Let me just stick this in my room real quick,” and then vanishes as quickly as he can so the sniffles don’t start until his siblings can’t hear him. 

In his bedroom, he slides the jacket back off, wincing when the torn parts of the sleeves catch against his rough skin. He wants to throw it far away from him, but it's still a gift. He sets it down instead, folded inward so none of the tears show.

When Raph gets back to the atrium, he’s managed to come up with a grin, and he waves away his brothers’ worried glances. April has forced the party back into momentum by sheer force of her substantial willpower, though she does spare Raph a soft, big-sister-look that promises they’ll be talking about it later. 

Years and years down the road, that particular birthday is a crystallized memory, one he thinks back on a lot. It’s the first time Raph remembers hating something about himself. But he also remembers that the feeling only survived until that same evening, a few hours later, when Leo poked his head through Raph’s bedroom door.

“Raph, c’mon, birthday dinner.”

It’s tradition, by now, for each of them to end their birthday with their favorite takeout at their favorite place in the underground, just the four of them. (This has to be negotiated days in advance of the twins’ birthday, because arguing for sport, and sometimes in song, is one of their favorite hobbies.) Raph’s is easy, though—the City Hall loop station, with its massive arched ceilings and the beautiful broken skylights. Donnie even gets the lights on for him, so the whole place is glowing and warm.

He can already smell pepperoni and garlic. He can hear Donnie and Mikey talking further down the hall, a little more subdued than usual. He should go out there since they’re waiting for him. He doesn’t want to disappoint them, but he isn’t sure if he can find a cheerful face to put on. He thinks he wants to just…stay in his room, maybe. 

Then Leo says, “But can I please wear your jacket?? Please please pleaaaaase, Raphie?”

Raph blinks, glancing up at him. The gaping surprise makes his tear-sticky face feel funny. 

“The one I just got? Leon, it’s—” Ruined, he can’t bring himself to say. He can’t even bring himself to look at it.

“The coolest thing ever, I know,” his little brother says enthusiastically, pushing the door open the rest of the way and hurrying inside. He snatches the jacket up off the back of the chair it’s resting on and holds it out at arms’ length, admiring the details. “Honestly—can I be honest with you? I didn’t think much of it at first, like, when I saw it in the magazine. But after your modifications?” He whistles low, something he learned to do specifically to annoy Donatello.

“Modifications?” Raph says uncertainly. 

“Yeah! DIY style is big, you know! And ripped clothes are in.” 

Leo slides the jacket on. It’s comically big on him, and the holes in the arms are mostly hidden by the way the fabric bunches up; the tears along the shoulders are more obvious. It does something unhappy to Raph’s stomach when he sees them. 

But then Leo starts posing in the mirror, and pats himself down for a camera he doesn’t have, and hollers down the hallway for Donnie to come get a picture of him. 

It must be cool if Leo thinks it’s cool. 

“So?” Leo asks with those big puppy-dog eyes he taught Mikey when they were little, to absolutely everyone’s detriment and Leo’s eternal chagrin. “Can I, Raph?”

“It’s Raph’s birthday present, he should wear it,” Donnie scoffs as he comes in, clearly having caught the gist of the conversation. 

But he has his tablet in hand and takes a few agreeable pictures of his twin in more and more outrageous fashion model poses. Raphael is laughing by the time Mikey shows up, and his youngest brother brightens visibly at the sound. 

“Save the photo shoot for the loop station!” Mikey says earnestly. He frames his hands around Raphael like he’s lining up a shot. “Raphie, you’ll look so cool! Those stained glass windows, the lights, that jacket—it’ll be perfect!” 

Raph is looking at the torn jacket in a brand new way. He thinks he can kind of see what they see. Maybe it doesn’t look as bad as he thought. When he comes over to the mirror, Leo slinks out of it immediately and presses it into Raph’s hands. 

Raphael holds it and runs his thumb along one of the rips, but it doesn’t nearly bring him to tears this time. Now he’s recapturing the way he felt when he first saw it in the magazine. It’s changed, not ruined. Modified to fit exactly him and nobody else. 

He puts it back on, and this time his spikes don’t tear through the fabric, because they already have holes to live in. He glances at the mirror, and maybe there’s a second of a gut-punch when he sees the way his skin comes through the sleeves and his shell pokes through the shoulders, but it’s drowned out almost immediately by shy, pleased joy at the way his brothers hoot and cheer and hype him up. 

“Raphieee, you gooootta let me borrow,” Leo moans, draped bonelessly against his arm. 

Raph grins and scoops him up, then Mikey in the name of fairness when Mikey scrambles to be included, and says, “Maybe on the way back, Neon.”

Donnie scoots away before his big brother can get any big ideas about carrying him and leads the way back through the lair to collect the food. They call a goodbye to Pops, who watches them with gentle eyes as they go, and then they run into the deep, dark underground they know so well—the secret sprawling playground that stretches for miles and miles, just for them. 

Raph remembers being upset about tearing his clothes exactly once, when he was twelve. Ever since then, he’s always thought it looked cool. 

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #hamato raphael #hamato leonardo #a team #prompt #anonymous #my writing #tmnt fic #*wakes up at 6am* *checks tumblr before going back to bed* *sees this prompt* who needs sleep actually

[galvanizedfriend]

I’m about to be cheeky and ask whether we could have a sneak peek of the next chapter of the Wolf????? Or am I being too rude in asking that 😂.

Hi, nonnie! No, it's not rude at all!

I got this part out of the opening scene of the chapter, but I have to warn you that I am yet to review or edit anything, so it might change a little bit yet.

It's Caroline and Kol having a rather spiky heart to heart. I hope you like it! 🥲

---

"I was wondering when you'd come out."

Caroline sighs. Of course, Kol would know she was there. She wonders what it means that he didn't tell the others. Maybe he was trying to spare her, or maybe he just didn't want her presence to overshadow a moment that should be entirely about Davina. Either way, she's grateful.

"I almost didn't. Wasn't sure I should even be here, to be honest."

"Where are your loyal wardens?" he asks flatly. "Don't tell me they're so overcome with guilt after condemning an innocent girl to hell that they couldn't indulge in a bit of gloom. It's their favorite kind of party."

"Klaus wanted to come," Caroline admits. "But I told him not to. Didn't think it would be wise."

Kol huffs out a weak snort. "Since when does he care about being wise?"

"He doesn't," she replies. "But I do."

"Right. And he always listens to you." He pauses. "It must be nice to have family who gives a damn about what you think."

Caroline's jaw sets. She lets her eyes focus on the elegantly carved letters of Davina's name on the headstone. It's beautiful, but rough. Not a lot of details, no quotes or messages about her being a good friend, a loving girlfriend. Feels hurried. Unfinished. Less than she deserved.

"I hated Davina when she tried to Klaus," she says after a moment, words tumbling out of her mouth without consent before she can give them a second thought. "I didn't hate, hate her. Not really. But in that moment, while she was there screaming her spell from the top of her lungs, saying that he'd lived long enough… I hated her then. She didn't really care whether he survived that whole thing or not. She wanted to get you back and she was willing to sacrifice whatever it took to do it."

"What are you on about?" Kol turns to her, a sharp edge to his voice. "Nik didn't die."

"Because Marcel betrayed her, and Stefan and I let an unstoppable huntress with a magic stone loose in the city to create enough diversion that could have backfired in so many ways, just so we could stop it. And then I killed Aya with my bare hands before she could have the chance to try again, and took back the white oak bullet she was going to use to test the effectiveness of Davina's de-linking spell,” she lists. “If that sounds like a too long and complicated combination, it's because it was. It took a village for Klaus to get out of that place alive, and if any of those things had failed, he wouldn't be here right now. And even then, Davina still managed to break his sire line, which made him vulnerable, including to Lucien, who was then free to threaten him and everyone else at will, because his life was no longer tethered to Klaus'." Kol's expression darkens. If looks could kill, Caroline would probably drop dead right there and then. But still, she keeps going. "She knew what she was doing, she knew the consequences, and she didn't care because getting you back meant more to her than Klaus' life."

"I wonder why," Kol hisses. "You talk as if Nik hadn't given her extraordinarily strong reasons to have such disregard for his well-being."

"I'm not questioning that, Kol. Klaus is… Klaus. Whenever someone tells me they hate him, I just assume they have a good reason. It's usually the case. She did, too. But that's beside the point. What I'm saying is that she made a choice that night, and I’m sure it wasn’t an easy one, if not for Klaus, then for everyone else who stood to lose if she failed, including Marcel. We're all put in impossible positions sometimes, and we have to make choices that we might regret for the rest of eternity."

"That's brilliant," he says, lips twisted into an awful smile. "I expected that kind of bollocks from Elijah, but I thought you, of all people, would not try to defend the indefensible."

"I'm not defending it. And I understand your anger, Kol. I really do. Better than I wish, actually. I never wanted Davina to get hurt or to pay for what she did. I don't think she deserved what happened to her. You trusted your family, and… They let you down," she says, her voice fraying around the edges. "You're right. You should hate us. You, Marcel, Vincent. I would hate us, too. But what I can't stop thinking is that I hope I'm never put in the same position as Elijah and Freya. I hope I never have to find out who I would be willing to sacrifice for my daughter, or for Klaus. I wish I could say that I would do the right thing, but the truth is… I don't know. And I would hate to find out. Because there is no right answer. There's only a guilt that eats away at you, and then living with the consequences of your choice. I mean, yesterday would’ve ended in a funeral either way. If not Davina's, then mine and Klaus'. I'm sure you'd be happy to have her back, and regardless of your feelings for us, you'd feel sorry for your niece. But because of what Elijah and Freya did, I'm here today, and Davina is not. I'm grateful to be alive, but I'm not happy. No one is. I wish it didn't have to be like that."

Caroline swallows around the tight lump in her throat, forcing back the tears threatening to escape. Somehow, she doesn't think she gets to cry over this. Not here. Not in front of Kol.

Kol's jaw clenches, his face scrunched up with an emotion she can't really define.

Caroline hesitates, considers telling him that he will always have a home with them, but decides not to. He doesn't want to hear that right now. Not from her, anyway.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Kol," she says instead, and means it. "I really am."

Then she turns away and leaves him to mourn Davina in peace.

#yokan answers #anon #yokan writes #The Wolf #sneak peek

[fierymiasma]

୨☆ Upcoming Works ☆୧

Wow, can't believe I broke through 100+ followers already! Thank you to everyone who has read any of my work. Here are the next series of fics that are on the docket. 💜

❣️Feel free to drop a comment/ask and your favorite one might be moved up in the queue!❣️

|| Masterlist || AO3 ||

🐍And You Look Fetching in Yellow | Part Two of "You Look Better In Green" | Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: It's been a few weeks since Sebastian had gifted her his scarf. And yet, to her frustration, nothing even remotely romantic has happened between the two of them.

How was she supposed to know that she was supposed to give him something in return?

Headcanon: In which Hogwarts couples exchange scarves to signify their intention with each other. Unfortunately for Sebastian, MC is new to the whole magic thing.

♪ Tags: Fluff, Misunderstanding, Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Teen Rom-Com, Flirting, Making Out

In Sebastian's hands was a warm, yellow and black striped Hufflepuff scarf.  The one that she had worn throughout the fall.  The one that always managed to hide her teasing smiles and blushes.  It smelled of their shared apple tarts and a bit singed at the edges as if one of her Confringo spells was a bit too close for comfort.

It smelled like her. 

He looked up to catch her gaze.  She was leaning with all her weight on one foot with her arms crossed, slightly annoyed at the silly affair.

Sebastian recovered quickly.  He couldn't stop the grin from his face.  He felt like he was back to his old self, just like how he was when the two of them first met.  "Well, well, I was waiting for you to pay me back eventually.  Nice to know that Hufflepuffs have some manners."

She huffed, tired of these games and double-speak.  "You know, if you don't want it, you can always give it back."

"Now hold on,"  Sebastian cut her off, already wrapping it possessively around his neck in intricate woven pattern so tight so she couldn't even separate it from him if he tried.  "I never said I didn't appreciate the gift."

🐍Slight Variation of "Between" | Ominis x f!MC x Sebastian

Summary: Ominis tries to be happy for Sebastian and their new friend. Really he's happy that his two favorite people have starting seeing each other.

...It's too bad that he wasn't included.

In which Sebastian and f!MC try repeatedly to ask Ominis out, too bad he's too stubborn to see it.

The three of them tumbled over each other into the broom closet.  Legs tripped on buckets as arms caught themselves on flimsy mops.  Ominis could feel someone's body pressed hard against his.  He flushed, entirely embarrassed to be caught in this situation.

Someone groaned in his ear.  He was glad for the darkness of the broom closet, so that no one could see the hair on his neck raise in attention.

"Well, that's one way of getting his attention."  Sebastian mused.

"Oh, stop it." she huffed, squirming on top of Ominis.  "You thought making out in front of him was a good plan.  Look where that landed us."  Her right sleeve was wet, dripping with…something mysterious.

Someone 's knee pressed against Ominis's ribs.  "Hmm, I don’t know."  There was mischief in Sebastian's tone.  "This would be the perfect time to play Seven Minutes in Bliss.  Who knows what a trio of teenagers could get themselves into."

Ominis had enough.  He was not going to be anywhere close to them when the other two inevitably starting to claw at each other's clothes, leaving him as the awkward bystander.

🐍Something's Gotta Give | Sebastian x f!MC

Request: Are you still taking request? If you do, can i request angsty to fluff sebastian and f reader (optional) being off from each other after solomon died. He was rumored to be dating other students and both mc and seb try to make each other jealous.

♪ Tags: Jealousy, Dark!Sebastian, Possessiveness, Obsession, Angry kissing, Rough and dom!Sebastian

🐍Sleepless in Hogwarts | Sebastian x f!MC

Summary: The Hero of Hogwarts gets way more drunk than usual at the Slytherin House. Like a decent, loving, chilavious man, Sebastian tries to get her needy, difficult ass back to her dorm.

She's lucky she's too sweet for him to be grumpy about it.

"Sebastian, are you able to escort her back home?"  Natty asked.  "I would do it myself but the Gryffindor tower is the complete opposite end of the castle and-"

"And no one can sneak around at night like Sebastian Sallow."  Sebastian finished for her.  "Of course, I'll make sure she gets tucked into bed."

Natty hovered, a bit nervous.  "She's ah, how you say, not very sober right now."  She hiccuped a bit before giggling madly. "Well, all I can say is, good luck!  She is quite the handful."

Before Sebastian could ask Natty what exactly she meant by that, a very loud presence announced herself. 

"Sebastian!"  The Hufflepuff in question shouted, throwing her hands in the air.  She pushed quite roughly through the crowd, heading straight for the Slytherin in question.  "Sebastian!  Good evening!"

"It is a good evening."  Sebastian agreed, wondering exactly how drunk she was.  "Now, I believe it is my duty to escort a certain someone to their bed."

She deflated like a Shrivelfig. "Oh…okay, see you later then."

It turns out she was very inebriated.  "It's you.  You're the someone I'm escorting to your bed."

"Oh!"  She smiled using all her teeth, then quickly hide them behind her hands giggling madly.  "Why didn't you just say so, silly?  This will be great!"  She shouted over the music.  "It'll just be like our very first night together!"

Several heads turned to look at the pair of them.  Sebastian could hear voices whispering behind them.  The back of his neck turned red.

🐍NSFW Jealous!Ominis | Sebastian x f!MC

Request: Hiii would you be interested in a jealous nsfw ominis reader fic

♪ Tags: Jealousy, Rough, Dom!Ominis, PiV sex, Sub!MC, NSFW, oral sex, Fingering, sexual tension

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hphl #sebastian sallow x mc #dark!sebastian sallow #dark!sebastian #ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #ominis x you #harry potter #harry potter hogwarts game #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow fanfiction #silver trio #fierymiasmaupcoming

[foximator-blog]

My older Mixels stuff still gets some likes, but actually I've been going through and redoing all my character renders and making modifications to colors and builds. Basically so my characters can be built in real life. I'm making instructions too.

Why not start with my custom...

Series 10

Since I'm pretending to carry on from where the canon series left off. The only weird thing though... Is that there's one character in series 10 I didn't actually make. A small Lego creator cat poly bag. I just treat them like a Mixel, because when I saw it on the shelf it reminded me of my love for the Mixels series and kicked off the creative storm that would lead to hundreds of Custom characters lol.

The Fluffeez

No one knows where this tribe of animal-like Mixels came from. But they started popping up in the central park of Mixopolis. They're so cute and fluffy though, so no one really questioned it.

Meowzer: (the original cat poly bag) is the street smart leader. While not malicious,he knows how to use his looks and charms to get what he and his tribe need. He also often has to keep his tribe mates out of trouble, which leaves him tired enough for multiple cat naps.

Ruffle: Ruffle is the rough and tumble member of the tribe and the most playful. He seems to be full of boundless energy and is often begging others to play fetch or chase. He sometimes ends up running right into trouble by mistake, which Meowzer has to bail him out of.

Hoppz: Hoppz is shy and skittish. They're easily startled by sudden noises and big looking threats... But if you offer a carrot and are quiet and peaceful, then Hoppz will end up being your best friend.

The Mixies Cousins

Because the Mixies were my favorite tribe from series 7, I figured I'd make a expansion to them. While not a requirement, I tried sticking to the naming scheme of the original tribe.

Tunzy: Tunzy is a cheerful Mixel known to play catchy and bouncy tunes on his piano teeth that captivate others to the point they can't help but dance. This includes Tunzy himself... He's just a bit of a clumsy dancer.

Drumsy: if you ever need a strong beat to march to, then Drumsy is just the Mixel to call. He's always marching around and drumming a steady rhythm. Think you can keep in time to his beat?

Strumzy: Strumzy isn't really one to use his words. This Mite Mixel may not speak, but he can still pluck at your heart strings with his music. He's surprisingly quite expressive when he starts playing music.

The Brutherwoodz

The Brutherwoodz are a mysterious forest dwelling tribe who have just now realized a big city has been built nearby. Thankfully,their neck of the woods has been marked as a nature preservation.

Treelo: the oldest and wisest of the Brutherwoodz, and thus the leader. Though he is also a little lazy. The only reason he started growing apples on his branches was so he wouldn't have to move as often to get food.

Sproutz: this forest Mixel is a bit of a gremlin, gnawing on rocks and rooting for mushrooms in his free time, and really just getting messy the rest of the time. The only thing that really scares him is scissors or other sharp objects.

Brambell: Brambell is a cheeky prankster who likes to climb on trees... Before jumping down to spook unsuspecting people passing by. He finds the reactions priceless, but sometimes his vine fingers get really tangled and that can be pretty annoying.

Bonus: the Nixels get their own render! From left to right, these Nixels come with Ruffle, Tunzy, and Sproutz respectively.

Due to the ten image limit, the Maxes will get their own post... Along with the link to the instructions.

#custom lego mixels #mixels #lego renders #stud.io #lego mixels #custom series 10 #Fluffeez #Mixies #Brutherwoodz #lego #Nixels #mixels mocs #mixels au #lego creator #(the cat is the only official set I treat like a mixel I promise. i know it's dumb)

[parkeryangs]

g, o, u, y? :3

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

it's been a very long time, but a shot in the dark guess is almost certainly something from warriors lol; probably swiftpaw/brightpaw? angst enjoyer from day 1 ahaha

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

i put my liked songs on shuffle and got halloween party by drumming bird. i think this reminds me of mattkey because of the line "the only thing that scares me now is the goodbyes, and i think about yours a lot", à la the s1 scene where mike visits matt (and himself lol) in matt's apartment? don't exactly have the most concrete reasoning but its true in my heart (and everything ever can be about mattkey /lh)

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they're your favorites.

i'm going to try and pick non-obvious characters for this lol. i contain multitudes and all that

johnny cade from the outsiders: his skittish vulnerability amidst the stereotypical "rough-and-tumble" attitudes of the other greasers was always incredibly relatable to me, + the fact that, despite his hesitations, still bit when he was cornered & needed a way out of the danger.

jojo from newsies!: okay technically this feels a little bit like cheating because he's really just a named ensemble role, but he canonically was raised by nuns and i think the potential of exploring his religious trauma whilst recognizing, for a long time, the church/religion was all he had (before the newsies) is incredibly intriguing + relatable lol

matt woe.begone: okay this one is definitely cheating and i broke my own rule but i've projected on this guy so much he's basically me lol and deserves a place on the list. as i mentioned earlier, the s1 apartment scene with mike basically ruined my life /pos; his actions are so far from being self-preserving while he still maintains a level of fight, and the two don't really make sense in tandem? overall throughout the podcast when we see him he wants to be in the middle of the trouble yet logistically isn't in any position to actually do so lol. i love him

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren't in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

i think the main ones are probably baldur's gate 3, les mis, and ofmd

#ty for the ask sam:D #ask game #askbox

[guardian-angle22]

Oversharing on the Internet [okay so I had this saved in my drafts from over a week ago and completely forgot about it until @ambiguouspenny tagged me recently. I don't remember who originally tagged me when I first put this in the drafts, but I think it was @welcometololaland ? I think? 😅]

ONE: Are you named after anyone?

First name, no. Middle name is the same as an aunt's middle name.

TWO: When was the last time you cried?

Probably three weeks ago at my best friend's wedding: they had lavender blackberry cupcakes and they were so good I almost started to re-think my stance on marriage just so I could marry whoever baked them. A few tears came to my eyes at how perfect they tasted.

THREE: Do you have kids?

Never.

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

More-so just any type of humor to deflect and avoid things I don't want to talk about. See: my answer about crying.

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?

I played a year of basketball in junior high and then two years of "cheerleading" in high school (I put it in quotes because I went to a fundamentalist christian school where the cheerleaders were not allowed to move our hips or do flips/tumbling because those aren't modest. so they basically removed all the sport out of it).

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?

I don't know how to describe it other than their ~vibe? but working in customer service for as long as I have, I just notice people's moods or demeanor more than any other part of them first. Probably as a defense mechanism so I can prepare myself for angry people.

SEVEN: What's your eye color?

Blue/Grey

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, but... not sappy, completely unrealistic ones.

NINE: Any special talents?

um- no I can't think of a single actual thing.

TEN: Where were you born?

From what I recall being told, it was in some birthing facility place that was close to a hospital in case something went wrong. Unclear if anything went wrong tbh.

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?

Reading, hiking, attempting to do random crafts/home decor or repair projects, and whatever it is I do on the internet I guess.

TWELVE: Do you have any pets?

One cat. She's adorable but also a creature of hell.

THIRTEEN: How tall are you?

5'2" if I'm not slouching like I usually do throughout the day.

FOURTEEN: Favorite subject in school?

Math. also sign language. I wish I had stuck with learning more of both of them.

FIFTEEN: Dream job

I don't dream of jobs but I get the question so... Unrealistic dream would be film editing, home design, or getting paid to read books. A more realistic dream (but requires schooling which I absolutely despise) would be a work from home job in IT/Tech within the company I currently work for. Honestly, anything within my current company but not customer facing would be absolutely fabulous. My company is very inclusive and actively encourages us to use work time to volunteer within our community and the benefits/pay is decent, but I'm just fucking tired of people, man. I'm over it. Customer service is rough.

#tag game #personal shit #thank you to the people who tagged me #I'm not gonna tag anyone since it took me ages to post this so I don't remember who already did it 😬 #one thing I remember from this making its rounds is how much taller most of my mutuals seemed to be LOL #I'd be so short next to y'all

[mistydreamfractals333]

Deltarune Headcanons | MC favorite flowers

So, I’ve been working on this series of Deltarune fics, in which flowers are extremely important. Ralsei and another character have a conversation over tea at one point about flowers and the superstitions surrounding some of them. The other person asks him what his favorites are.

That got me thinking about what everyone’s might be. So, I did some research and found what I think would be Kris, Susie, Ralsei, Lancer, Noelle and Berdly’s favorites. I also included my OC Síofra for fun.

Tell me what you think. I’d love to hear other interpretations :)

Kris: Poinsettias

I know, I know. A lot of people are going to say that Kris probably likes buttercups because of how important those flowers are to Undertale and by extension Deltarune lore, but just hear me out here.

Poinsettias typically come in red, with five, sharp petals that make them resemble little stars. They’re commonly used as a representation of Christmas. Their direct meaning is literally, “Be of good cheer.” In their childhood, Kris spent a lot of time over at the Holiday household. While we aren’t given an explicit reason beyond them going over to play the piano and occasionally prank Noelle, we can easily infer that they could be going over to get out of their house. One day, Noelle says that Kris just stopped coming over. While this is likely in relation to the Dess incident, it could very well also be when Asgore and Toriel finally split up.

Apart from their red color possibly being something Kris would like, given they are a symbol of Christmas, it’s not hard to imagine the Holidays having them decorating the house. Kris may have learned to associate poinsettias with safety, peace and an opportunity to play the piano.

Susie: Yellow dandelions

It’s a bit difficult to imagine Susie of all people liking flowers at all, but given the dandelions edibility, I would beg to differ.

Dandelions, as some might know, are edible flowers. They can be turned into salads, as all parts (the flower, the stem, the bulb and the root) are edible and actually decently healthy. Given the likelihood of Susie either having an unsafe home, or no home at all, it’d make sense for her to be in the outdoors often, and based off of the green area and forests around Hometown, it’s not hard to imagine a surplus of dandelions.

Yes, I am suggesting that Susie eats dandelions. It’s not much of a stretch if you ask me. She’s eaten weirder things literally on screen. Not to mention, they’re yellow, one of the core colors in her Dark World design.

But that’s not all. Dandelions have a beautiful and very fitting meaning when we think about rough and tumble Susie. They represent life after a harsh winter, rebirth and an incredible, inspiring strength. If that isn’t Susie, I’m not sure what is.

Ralsei: White roses

Maybe there aren’t flowers in the Dark World, though I do include them in the series. Either way, it’s not hard to picture Ralsei reading up on flowers from one of the thousands of books he no doubt has inside his castle.

White roses are very delicate and easy to mistakenly break. I can see Ralsei treating any flower with care, and he may have just the perfect gentle touch to keep a single white rose alive for a very long time. Perhaps he’ll press it into the pages of a journal when it begins to wilt. That way, it’ll last much longer.

White roses also are a symbol of innocence and love between friends. While he has seen a lot, Ralsei certainly shows a sort of naivety in Chapter One, especially in the battle with the Spade King. He is also clearly very affectionate toward both Kris and Susie, and his care and love for them both is spelled out rather obviously.

However, these aren’t entirely pure blooms. They also symbolize silence and secrecy. I love Ralsei dearly, but his behavior through Chapter Two has been rather suspect. Not only did he stay silent about The Roaring until the very last second, but he’s clearly keeping things from us the player, shown by his, “That’s why, Kris,” when we return from watching the Susie cutscenes. I adore him, but he certainly has secrets.

Lancer: Squash blossoms

You may know the reasoning of this one already, especially if we have the same taste—no pun intended—in books.

Squash blossoms are here less for their symbology and more for, like dandelions, the fact they’re edible. While it isn’t dived into as much as it could be, Lancer is clearly not treated well by Spade King. Unlike Susie, he clearly can afford food, as he’s the son of a literal king. Like her, however, he expresses that he didn’t get anything to eat for breakfast apart from the treat he and Susie share at the bake sale, and later the piece of Dark Candy they pick together.

Squash blossoms don’t require any preparation and can be eaten straight from the garden. They’re also apparently very good when fried. Surely I can’t be the only person picturing Lancer enjoying fried food, right?

An interesting end note though. While I chose these not for symbolism, they apparently were a symbol of status in some indigenous tribes, which I find endlessly interesting.

Noelle: Hellebore

This one relates partly back to poinsettias, but more so because hellebore is also called by another very particular name, a Christmas rose.

Not only do these lovely flowers bloom in wintertime, but they sum up Noelle rather well if you ask me. A symbol of peace and tranquility, but also anxiety and fear.

The latter two are easier to explain. While it’s not specified in game, it’s likely Noelle suffers from some form of an anxiety disorder. She’s constantly nervous, stammering over her words, worrying she said or did the wrong thing, apologizing and letting others talk over her. Hellebore clearly displays this, but that isn’t why I chose it for her.

Hellebore, as stated above, symbolizes peace and tranquility. For Noelle, Dess was a sanctuary. A place of peace, serenity and tranquility, where she didn’t have to be afraid that she was going to do everything wrong. Picturing Dess and a young Noelle together in the snow. Dess tucks a hellebore flower into Noelle’s hair and then one into her own so they can match. Noelle smiles, touching the petals, then finds the courage in her to get to her feet and go to join the nearby Kris, who’s trying to build a snowman.

Berdly: Elderflowers

I think I have a thing about picturing characters eating flowers. I didn’t mean to, I swear-

Elderflowers are what come before the far more well known elderberries, which are commonly eaten by bluebirds, which Berdly openly describes himself (and Kris) as. While I don’t imagine Berdly eating the flowers, I can picture him enjoying the berries. He’d probably memorize the scientifics behind them just to rub your nose in it.

All jokes aside, these flowers also have a beautiful meaning when in relation to him as a dynamic character. Rebirth and renewal. Redemption, if you will. Berdly really won the fans over in Chapter Two with his character arc. These flowers can show that easily, and they’ll make a nice snack later on too.

Síofra: Primroses

I promise that this has more than just the fact the fae like them-

Primroses bloom at night, and it’s truly a magical experience to see (or in my case feel) one open up under the stars. Síofra, while not explained in their backstory post from before, treat the night sky, primarily the stars, as their religion. I can say with confidence that they may believe that primroses are blessed by the night in some way.

These flowers also can be placed on one’s doorstep to gain the approval of the fae. Síofra would certainly appreciate that, and they might end up stealing it too, but that’s beside the point.

These flowers also can relate back to The Song of the Lightwalker, which is spelled out in their backstory post. They literally say, “I can’t live without you.” Meanwhile, the Lightwalker’s song says how, “She shall die for whom she loves most,” which is easily pulled in with the flower’s symbology.

#Deltarune #Delta Rune #Headcanon #Headcanons #Flowers #Favorite flowers #Flower symbolism #Flower symbology #Kris #Kris Dreemurr #Susie #Ralsei #Lancer #Noelle #Noelle Holiday #Berdly #OC #Deltarune OC #Deltarune headcanon #Deltarune headcanons

[cecexwrites]

Hi! I have you on my OC Creator Bingo card. I'm really interested in your fic Young/Royal/Misfit and I have a few questions about the Misfits. :)

What inspired you to create each of the Misfits?

Which one of the Misfits did you create first?

Do you have a favourite among them?

Which friendship/dynamic do you enjoy writing the most? Is there a duo or a trio in the group that you really love?

Would you mind sharing a little teaser of the fic? If not, no worries! Instead, do any of the Misfits have strange/unusual hobbies or habits?

this took me- so so long to get to, I'm sorry for the delay

so really, I came up with the idea kind of at random, and the first character I really thought up was Chandler Charming. I wanted a sibling of a canon character who would catch shit from her family for being friends with the villains. The rest- honestly- started out because I wanted to do a crochet project to go with this writing project and i was picking based on their parental color schemes, so I could use those colors in the crochet project that I still haven't started. Oops.

Chandler was the first one!

Every time I think I have a favorite- the others rise up to remind me why I love them. Like- I love Mollie, I love her sass and her wild child attitude. I love kind of the same things about Henry tho. He's definitely Harry's brother and he and Mollie definitely rile each other up. Which is why Blake is so good to have around. He is a voice of reason but also he is passionate about wanting VKs to feel comfortable in Auradon and will absolutely defend the people he cares about. Chandler starts out a little rough but she overcomes everything, everyone in her life telling her why VKs are bad and she sees the good things hidden beneath their armor. Cassim is a badass who is also working through some self discovery as he learns more about himself and his sexuality. Finally, Sterling is loyal to a fault, ready to fight for the people he loves, especially Blake and Cassim. they're all so perfect, like- idk I can't pick.

Mollie and Henry are chaos demons and I love them.

Yes! Happily, I'll go grab an exerpt

“It’s good to be- bad!” Mollie Mim groaned and rolled over in bed, cracking her eyes open, the world was nothing but a blur.  “I’m sending Queen Mal my therapy bill. I’m over that stupid song.” She muttered, her voice thick with sleep. She stretched her body out, detangling her limbs from the thin, worn fabric of her sheets, the pattern that used to adorn them now lost to time it was so faded. “Oi! Mimsy! Let’s go!” The call came from outside the building, the all too familiar drawl of Henry Hook.  “Go?” She rubbed her eyes as she slipped her feet into her slippers- The slippers were as old and worn as her sheets, but to walk barefoot in the Mim home was to invite an army of splinters into the pad of one’s foot. she pushed the shutters open- the one on the left falling off and tumbling to the ground- nearly taking Henry out.  “Charming.” He commented, kicking at the broken bit of wood. “Are you just now getting up?” The world finally came into focus as she rubbed away the last of the sleep from her eyes. 

#young royal misfit

[ghcstlyhearts]

CHARACTER BASICS

Full Name: Dawson Elliot Porter

Nickname: Dawsey (very very rarely)

Age: 50

Gender: Cis Man

Pronouns: He & Him

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: Veritean

Education: Schooling on the island

Occupation: Groundskeeper for Moonshadow Inn

Hometown: Moonlit Creek

Current location: Moonlit Creek

Species: Werewolf

Written Aesthetics: feeling homesick whilst home, not recognising yourself in the mirror & shattered phone screens.

trigger warnings:

CHARACTER APPEARANCE 

Face Claim: Skeet Ulrich

Height: 6ft

Hair Colour: Dark brown

Eye Colour: Dark brown

Dominant Hand: Right

Distinguishing Features: bags under his eyes, a constant tired expression, a slightly crooked nose

SUPERNATURAL EXTRAS 

Abilities:  heightened strength, speed, agility, and reflexes, enhanced senses, accelerated healing, shapeshifting, enhanced endurance & tracking abilities.

Have you always been aware of your abilities?: "Yes. I was born a wolf, and my father made sure to make sure I was trained in my abilities."

Favorite Magical Items: he tends to avoid magical items actually, being wary of them.

What supernatural creature is your character most scared of?:  Vampires. Doesn't trust them. Hates them, actually.

Who or what would they die for? His siblings, despite the fact they don't talk anymore. His adopted kids.

Does your character fight or flee? Oh he would absolutely fight.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: compassionate, active

Negative Traits: stubborn, guarded, bitter

Neutral Traits: hesitant, unforgiving

Goals/desires: His goals changed when he gained custody of Clara, his adoptive daughter, and with him technically adopting Weston too, his main goal is for his children to be happy.

Fears: Something happening to Clara or Weston, being attacked by a vampire.

Hobbies: restoration - finding old, broken things and restoring them back to their original state, going for a run, axe throwing

Habits: huffing in frustration, punching walls or trees when he's angry and pissed off.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Q’S

QUESTION ONE: were you born on the island, if so, what kind of curiosities do you have about the world beyond? if you weren’t, what do you miss about the world outside veritas isles?  "Born and raised, I also used to be a recruiter. I enjoyed the outside world, but Veritas is my home."

QUESTION TWO: what is your favorite part about the island?  "The fact that I don't have to go anywhere near vampires if I can help it. They can stay in their little caves."

QUESTION THREE: if your character is supernatural, do they fear humans? if human, do they fear the supernatural?  He does fear humanity, after having a rather rough run in with hunters in the outside world. Hunters are also the reason Clara ended up coming into his care. He's afraid of the lengths they'd go to, just to hunt someone down for something they were unable to control - being born supernatural.

QUESTION FOUR: share a fun headcanon or fact about your character! this doesn’t have to be long, just something to introduce us to your character!  Despite having his regenerative healing, Dawson got into many fights as a teenager enough that he often had a broken nose. Eventually, it would heal, but it healed wrong. He can't be bothered to fix it.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION 

BIO | PLAYLIST | PINTEREST

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Ex best friend - will post a wc, but basically the two of them were very close growing up, and he adored them. He eventually realised he had feelings, but it was too late - they were with another. The other's partner made them choose, and after an argument, they chose their partner, which broke his heart. They haven't really talked since, but I have the idea they've split from their partner and have come tumbling back into his life.

His siblings - will post a wc, but he has two siblings ! A sister and a brother, and he's the oldest. However, after a rather horrid falling out with his father, their relationship is strained. He loves his siblings, but they often try to get him to return home, and he's too stubborn too.

Friends - probably just as grumpy as he is, but perhaps someone who softens him a little.

Ex pack mates - he kind of abandoned his pack years ago when he ended up marrying a wixen and temporarily leaving moonlit creek.

Perhaps another ex or two since he got divorced at 23? I imagine it didn't end well, especially with him travelling a lot and generally being a grumpy git.

The reason he hates vampires so much - unsure as to why, but im imagining something dramatic happened. But if anyone wants to throw a vampire at him to really loathe, hit me up.

#task; dawson porter. #about; dawson porter. #vih.task01 #vih.intro

[chicgeekgirl89]

Kenobi: Episode VI

-My heart is 0% ready for this to be over, I am already an emotional wreck and I’m just watching the recap

- Reva is looking a little worse for wear, also how did she get there so fast?

- Again, I KNOW Obi-Wan and Leia survive, but they are doing a VERY good job convincing me that everyone is going to die

- BABY LUKE!!!!!

- GOD DAMN IT OBI-WAN STOP SELF SACRIFICING AND LISTEN TO THIS BABY PRINCESS QUEEN

- God the sincerity in Ewan just bleeds so deeply into Obi-Wan I can’t even handle it, literally. the most genuine performance 

- “We’re enough. You and me.” The bravery of all the people in this galaxy is staggering

- He speaks to Leia the way he spoke to Anakin

-THIS HUG, MY GOD, THE LOVE IN HER, AND THE PAIN AND LONGING IN HIM, THE TEARS IN HIS EYES, I CANNOT HANDLE ANY PART OF THIS

- “This ends today.” Oh babe, I’m so sorry, but it does not

- Obi-Wan hates flying 😭

- OH GOD SHE GAVE HIM LOLA STOP, MY HEART 

- The things this man can convey with utter silence, a masterclass

- Well they certainly knew how to make this face off epic. Dark, murky, desolate planet, crescent moon hanging large in the sky, damn

- LORD THIS LIGHTSABER BATTLE IS FUCKING STUNNING

- Vader standing above Obi-Wan being like, “WHO HAS THE HIGH GROUND NOW BITCH?!”

- Meanwhile Owen Fucking Lars is over here chucking planters and space shit at Reva like the rough and tumble country bumpkin that he is I freaking love him

- OBI-WAN YOU BADASS MUTHERFUCKER I LOVE YOU AND YOUR GIANT HEART SO MUCH

- This show is finally showing us how deeply massive the Force is and I freaking love it, so much raw power from both of them, it’s stunning

- “Anakin” 😭

- OH GOD IT’S HAYDEN’S VOICE THE PAAAAAAIIIIIN

- “Then my friend is truly dead.” 😭😭😭

- But what is with no one ever being able to finish the job in this galaxy? 🤷‍♀️

- PALP! Hey there old buddy!

- AND THERE IS THE FUCKING IMPERIAL MARCH! I was so hoping they were saving it for a significant moment! 

- THE BAIL AND OBI-WAN HUG THIS MAN DESERVES ALL THE HUGS

- SHE MADE HIM LAUGH GOD DAMN MY HEART IS SO FULL OF FEELINGS

- OH IT’S MY FAVORITE THEME AS HE TALKS ABOUT PADME AND ANAKIN

- LORD YES MORE HUGS

- HE  LOOKS LIKE A FORKING JEDI AGAIN I AM SO PROUD OF HIM

- “HELLO THERE.” DAMN IT OBI-WAN 😭😭😭

- OH THANK GOD LIAM NEESON I AM BAWLING

- I can’t believe it’s over, this was literally everything I’ve always wanted and a lot of things I didn’t know I wanted and I am an emotional wreck I am literally never getting over this ever ever ever

#Star Wars #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Qui-Gon Jinn #Obi-Wan Kenobi Spoilers #Part VI #Leia Organa #Baby Leia #Baby Luke #Bail Organa #Anakin Skywalker #The most tragic man in the galaxy #My poor Obi-Wan babe

[mythica0]

Hey um- do you do headcanons? If so, can you please write headcanons for the 15 POVs of the main WoF series?

ABSOLUTELY I CAN DO HEADCANNONS! Sorry for yelling, this is my first ask and I’m exited! This is long, so buckle up!

Okay, so we’ll start with the DoD’s

Clay:

He is a switch! He loves to cheer up his friends, especially if they just fought. However he likes being tickled too!

As a ler he’s very soft . Always making sure the lee is okay with it, making sure there’s some sort of sign for when they’re done. He loves to use gentle pokes and is a very sweet teaser. He tends to use complements to tease. For example: “awww your laugh is so cute!” Or “there’s no need to be embarrassed, I think it’s awesome!”

As a lee he’s very giggly. His laugh is very deep and tumble too. His friends love to tickle him when he’s talking about food to much.

Tsunami:

She’s a ler! Her main target is glory(because she’s so sassy) abut she enjoys making all her friends laugh! She dosent mind being tickled, per say, but she definitely prefers to dish it out. Her favorite teasing method is to pretend like she dosent know she’s doing anything “You think this is FUnNy” “why are you blushing?” “What do you want me to stop doing?” Etc.

Glory:

She’s a lee, even though she’ll never admit it. She’s a very bratty lee too. “You gonna laugh, huh?” “MaYbe if YoU wErE beTtEr At ThIS “ and there’s one thing she doesn’t like about being tickled. She can’t stamp her emotions down so they don’t show on her scales. “Awww. Your amused! Your scales are all yellow!” “Oh! Your scales are turning light red! Are you embarrassed?” I can imagine DeathBringer (aka Murderbasket. [I recently read dragon slayer don’t mind me for hyperfixating]) tickling her to get her to admit things . “You know you love me” etc.

Starflight :

He is a lee! He’s very shy about it though. “Nohohoho, don’t tehehehase mehehe” escpecially after being blinded , he needs the laughter in his life. And YOU KNOW fatespeaker is going to provide that for him.

Sunny;

She’s a ler-leaning switch! She loves to make her friends laugh. Her favorite teasing method is baby talk. “Is the tickle monster gonna getcha? Huh? “ “who’s the cutest little dragon? You are! You are!” As a lee she’s very soft. Has very quiet laughter. No protesting, just limp. CANNOT handle anticipation.

Moon:

She’s lee-leaning switch! She can always tell when her friends are in a lee mood, even without her mind reading. And will act on them. You wouldn’t expect her to have loud laughter, but she does. She gets flustered extremely easily, very weak to baby talk.

Winter:

He’s a lee. He will never admit that, not even to himself. He refuses to acknowledge his lee moods, but luckily unluckily , moon always notices. She’s very suprised that he’s the one who gets them most often. Winter will pretend he hates it, but his friends know better:)

Peril:

She dosent like the tickling thing. Considering she can’t be tickled or tickle others, she never fell on to either side. She’s content to make her freinds laugh in other ways. A personal headcannon of mine is that after the MUSHROOmS aNd MOnGOosEs thing, she hunks random things loudly sometimes to make moon laugh ;)

Turtle:

Surprisingly, or maybe not, turtle is a ler! Considering he doesn’t like getting attention, and being a lee requires getting physical affection, it makes sense to me. His favorite lee is kinkajou, unsurprisingly, he’s very slow but rough at the same time.

Qibli:

He’s a ler! He’s very methodical and observant. His favorite teasing method is to make casual observations. “Wow, you’re really ticklish here“ “oh! Your laughing pretty hard!” Etc. His favorite lee is winter. And moon, on occasions . He loves to tease winter like this; “Wow! Queen glaciers nephew taken down by just some tickles!”

Blue:

He is a very big lee. He’s not embarrassed about it either. He’ll just walk right up to cricket and be like “tickle me, please?” And she always does:) he’s very weak to nibbles, especially on his antennae

Cricket:

She’s a switch! She loves to tickle blue and bumblebee, but loves to be tickled by sundew and blue on very rare occasions. Her favorite teasing method is positivity “wow, these wings are so pretty, let me feel em’!” And of course, asking questions. “Ooh! Is this your most ticklish spot? Where else are you ticklish? Did you just giggle harder? Does my teasing get to you?” Etc.

Sundew:

Sundew is a ler , through and through. Lots of punishment tickles from this one. She definitely uses her leafspeak to help her out. She dosent really tease verbally. She kinda jus t looks at you and hold her claws against a tickle spot, not moving.

Snowfall:

She’s a slight ler. She dosent really tickle anyone but mink and lynx. She’s very playful about it, to.

Luna:

Luna is a switch! She loves to tickle blue, because, Y’know, siblings. Her and swordtail get into a lot of very aggressive tickle fights.

That’s all!

[sweetenby]

Numbers 1&4 for your current favorite?!

In reference to this post

Originally I was planning on finishing art of my character to post with this ask but then I remembered I'm currently in the last three weeks of the semester and it'd never get done before then lol.

But my current favorite is probably still my oc Roxy but I ran a rp blog for her for years so I'm going to challenge myself and talk about a new character. My newest addition to my ever expanding dnd roster, Caliuso!

They're a Tabaxi styled after Abyssinian cats. They change their gender depending on mood and situation. (I normally roll a d4, 1- man, 2- woman, 3-many genders (they) 4- agender (they) for pronouns) today was a 3. It's also important to me that you know Cali is 4 feet tall. But on to the questions!

1) Whats their go to drink order?

Cali used to work for hire and ended up taking their work orders with drinks. So they'd normally order whatever they thought would endear them to their newest patron (something refined if the person hiring seemed fancy or a drink known to come from the country the person hailed from etc.) It's a simple tactic some might see through it and think it's a cheap act others might appreciate that Cali was trying to relate to them.

Tbh Cali doesn't drink super often outside of being asked to meet at taverns. They prefer to save their money for fancy clothes and food. If they do go drinking it's to build a sense of camaraderie with whoever they're drinking with or trying to meet new people to become friends!

4) Any scars or tattoos?

No tattoos although Cali's little kitty ears are peirced.

Cali used to have many more scars from living a rough and tumble life as a kitten but those all faded with age (*cough* that's what they tell people the scars disappeared. They used to literal be a cat, not a tabaxi. They were actually transformed into the cat person they are now. It's a long story but they don't exactly go around telling people they used to be a cat. It's embarrassing 😳)

But they picked up a few scars from being a traveling swordsman and also from general foolishness. The most noticeable of these is a small scar across their nose. The story of this scar changes every time someone asks.

Sometimes it's from an exhilarating sword fight with a dashingly handsome rogue, almost as dashingly handsome and roguish as Cali. Their swordsmanship was also almost as good as Cali's in fact they both landed the final blow of the fight at the same time in the same place, across the nose! They had to admit they were too evenly matched and end the fight lest they both land a killing blow at the same time.

Other it's a claw swipe, just barely dodged. But Calis nimbliness couldn't save them from the tip hitting their precious little nose. But you can't expect to get away unscathed when you're fighting a wolf, no no. It was actually a Direwolf. I mean, ahem, (whats bigger than that. Oh-) A MANTICORE.

You'll have to get them very drunk to learn that it was actually an accident. Cali saw a circus for the first time and was absolutely entranced by the knife juggling. And they thought, surely you can do the same thing with a sword right? (It turns out the blade matters less than the person attempting to catch it being trained) to be fair they did catch it with their face.

#long post #oc talk #one day i will draw my precious little catboy #also yes they do wear an extremely nice pair of boots and a very fancy hat with a feather in it

[icelandsgirl]

Radio Silent Chapter 1: Going Under

A fanfic I wrote (on AO3, MadisynShirley) about Iceland and the end of the world for Hetalia: Axis Powers. I hope you guys like my really bad Gutters wannabe, this is my emotional support imaginary universe.

Iceland loves Denmark. He always has, and he always will. Denmark has always been a father figure to him, taking care of him. There were rough patches, things Iceland could neither forgive nor forget, but he loves Denmark. He will never say it aloud, though.

Until that day.

It was the first of August, 2023. The Nordic 5 were chilling and hanging out like they always did for Verslunarmannahelgi, Iceland's Labor Day. It actually falls on the fourth, but everyone was busy that day, so they celebrated together early (Iceland would join his people later, just without the other Nordics).

The slight summer heat was a nice change from the blustery cold that usually hung in the air like a stubborn rain cloud that refused to move. The skies were a pastel blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and Iceland's favorite flowers, white roses, grew in random smatterings on the grass. Pop music, mostly Icelandic, played quietly, a background hum, as the five chatted excitedly over little things. Finland remarking how warm it was. Denmark absentmindedly tripping over rocks and the like. Norway reminding them all that they never should have brought Denmark. Iceland appreciated that they always remembered and came to his house to celebrate, but he felt awkward because the conversations switched rapidly between accidentally ignoring him and him being the center of attention. He was just grateful Sweden and Finland hadn't brought Sealand. That would have been a nightmare and a half. Finland was smiling and going on about one thing or another when suddenly the festivities came to an abrupt halt.

It was as if, in an instant, a beautiful, foggy window shattered, revealing the ugly world behind it. The very pillars of Iceland's world were coming tumbling down, bringing his whole reality, and everything he thought he knew, over a precipice and into nonexistence.

Denmark had gone from smiling, laughing, drinking, singing along to silent. He had doubled over, inhaling sharply, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Norway nearly threw the glass of vodka in his hand on the ground, rushing over to help and leaving the shards of glass in a heap in the dirt.

It all happened so fast. Denmark collapsed to the ground, spitting out chunks of his blood. Oh, how Iceland hated blood. Blood was one of his greatest fears, it scared him more than he would ever be willing to say, and the sight of it coming out of his father figure's mouth in slimy, red strings was absolutely horrifying. His heart beat frantically in his chest, as if trying to escape the monstrosity he was witnessing. Every fiber of his body screamed at him to turn and run, to not look back, to get away from everything. But some small part of him told him that if he left he would regret not being there for one of the people he loved the most. So, instead of running, he threw himself on the ground next to Denmark, asking him if he was okay in Danish and desperately telling him to breathe.

Denmark sucked in a shaky breath and steadied himself. Norway gently placed a hand on his best friend's forehead. "You're burning up," Norway said, his usually monotonous voice shaking with fear. Denmark looked up sheepishly. "I don't-" He began but was cut off by a coughing fit that brought up more strands of bloody spittle. Norway and Sweden hoisted him up and walked him inside, laying him on Iceland's couch. Finland got straight to work, checking him over and making sure he was as okay as was possible to be in that situation. A swift realization hit Iceland in the gut like a bus.

If Denmark wasn't well...

That would mean...

His country was doing even worse.

Iceland jumped up and turned on the TV.

"Lillebror, what are you doing?" Norway asked, attempting his emotionless voice but failing yet again.

Iceland didn't answer, deciding he would simply show him. He switched it on to a Danish news channel. He wished he didn't.

The news reporter stood facing the ruins of the once-great kingdom. She turned and said in a panicked and unprofessional voice, "This is not a drill, Denmark has been hit by an underground megathrust earthquake. I repeat this is not a drill." Every eye in the room was drawn to the screen, staring in disbelief. Tears filled Denmark's eyes, a strangling sound in the back of his throat. They stood frozen in place as behind the reporter the entirety of Copenhagen liquefied, sinking into the ocean like it never existed. They all turned to look at Denmark, and as he burst into tears, they all surrounded him, wrapping their arms around him as tightly as possible and not letting go for a long, long time.

Denmark stayed at Iceland's house while he recovered, and the other Nordics stayed as well. Sealand came over too, with no one else to watch him, but he was well-behaved and did his best to try to help his uncle. Today was the day they decided to go to Denmark to see the damage. The boat pulled into the port, and they sailed past the liquefied remains of the once beautiful capital city. It took them a few hours, but they finally made it to flat ground. It was so much worse than the underwater city. Bridges and highways lay collapsed on the ground. Broken gas mains and power lines sparked fires that ravaged the landscape, and the remaining safe places. There was a nation-wide blackout that hadn't yet been fixed, and emergency personnel were struggling to respond to a disaster of this scale. It was worse than any horror movie Iceland had ever seen. Denmark's shoulders shook as his whole body was racked with the sobs he had tried so hard to hold back. Norway wrapped his arms around him, letting Denmark rest his head on Norge's shoulder. The population was reduced to nearly nothing. The thousand or so people left were far inland. It took an hour to reach the sole survivors. Denmark introduced himself to his people, who already knew who he was.

"Where will we stay? Where will we go?" A woman with tear-stained cheeks holding a small child in her arms asked.

"I don't..." Denmark's eyes were as downcast as his voice as he had to voice his fears. "I don't know."

It was a blow to Iceland's usually distant heart. "With me..." He suggested quietly.

Denmark's head snapped upwards so fast, the snap was audible. "You really mean it?"

Iceland couldn't possibly say no now. Even he wasn't that cold-hearted. "Of course I do, Den."

And so, with that, Iceland became the home of the few Danish people left on the planet. Denmark had to live in his house now but it was better than living in his rapidly deteriorating home country. Iceland had a very bad feeling that this was the start of something terrible.

Something so unthinkable he wouldn't even allow himself to think of it.

The end of his world as he knew it.

#aph iceland #aph sweden #aph norway #aph denmark #aph finland #nordic 5 #apocalypse #dystopian #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #aph latvia #aph liechtenstein #aph switzerland

[wanderingaldecaldo]

For the weird writer questions: 7, 13 and 32.

Thanks for the asks @morganlefaye79!

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Seeing a story I'd imagined in my head come to life, and then being able to read it myself? I will never get over that magic.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Hard: dealing with death and loss. I think this goes back to losing my grandfather when I was a teenager. He was a very important person to me, and I suspect I've never fully processed his death. That being said, loss was a major theme in NOGLY so maybe as I'm getting older, I'm able to address it.

Easy: cars, which is perfect since I tend to write about Nomads. 😂 I've been interested in cars since I was a kid and I love to write scenes involving them. In fact, I'm gonna drop some excerpts after the cut!

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

This one has really stumped me. I've been racking my brain and staring at my bookshelf, but I cannot think of one in particular. I'm not generally good at remembering details -- hello friends who help me look over my delivered comms to make sure I didn't miss anything lmao -- and I have to read things twice before I start to remember specifics, which is why I rely heavily on outside sources when writing fic. 😩

Instead let me just answer a more generic "what poem/novel/fanfic" do I return to: Persuasion by Jane Austen, Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson, Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole, Austerlitz by W.G. Sebald.

The promised car scenes!

From No One's Gonna Love You, Chapter Five:

Mitch pushes the Coyote faster, harder on the hilly two-lane highway, the wheels leaving the ground as he crests a few larger hills and squawking as they touch back down on the pavement, until he ignores a rusted, shot-filled warning sign for a curve and nearly launches the car at the guardrail. Reflexes take over—he brakes and downshifts with one hand while yanking the wheel with the other, and the tires scream until the car comes to a stop with the bumper inches from the dented metal that wouldn’t have prevented him from flipping and rolling down the slope. Undoubtedly he’d survive the tumble, but then Pan’d know just how bad an idea it was to let him out of the doc’s care early, and he’s gotta be the responsible one, that’s his role now.

And here's my favorite, from a WIP that may never come to fruition, a Mitch/Claire slowburn. I wrote the full scene for one of the prompts for MoxWrites2077 from Lizzie's:

He’s gotta give her credit, she knows how to drive this machine. He runs the previous laps simultaneously and somehow Claire has coaxed a few split seconds out of the Beast on the straightaway through the first canyon and the rough terrain after, but she’s going too fast for the turn into the next canyon.

“Goin’ too fast,” he cautions.

She ignores him, the muscles of her jaw clenching and fingers whitening on the steering wheel, and she heads into the turn at full speed. Mitch grabs onto the console as the truck starts to skid and they hit a rock and the left wheels lift off the ground while the right side fights for purchase on the sand. They hang suspended for what feels like a minute but is really only a half-second before the driver’s side drops back to the earth, the suspension groaning as it absorbs the weight.

She whoops as the Beast settles out and she guns it through the dried creek bed. Mitch shakes his head at the good luck that kept them from flipping. She’s down five seconds on the Colby by the time they head into Biotechnica Flats, but it’s the next turn he’s worried about—it’s asphalt but with the sand it will be slippery as an oil slick.

The Beast devours the pavement and he debates not saying anything at all, but he can’t do that—he’s gotta try to warn her, even if she doesn’t want to listen.

“Next corner is slippery, might wanna slow down.”

Again Claire ignores him. By the time she starts braking for the turn, it’s too late. The wheels turn but can’t catch hold of the pavement and they’re heading straight at one of the steel girders. She slams the brakes and the wheels lock and she yanks the steering wheel harder. The nose starts to turn but they’re going too fast and the Beast barrels into the girder. Time slows and reduces the crash to the smallest components—the shriek of the fender as the metal rends, his body moving forward from inertia before the restraints snap him back and knock the air from his lungs and the back of his head strikes the cab wall, the smell of burnt rubber from the skidding tires, Claire’s skull cracking against the frame and her cry of pain.

At last the Beast stops. Mitch blinks then looks over at Claire. She’s gripping the steering wheel like it’s a lifeline and staring out the windshield, her breath ragged. He touches her shoulder and she starts, looks at him. Blood oozes from a gash over her left eye.

“You okay?”

Blinking, she nods. She makes no move toward the shifter so Mitch moves it to park. That snaps her back to reality and she slams her hands on the wheel.

“Fuck!”

“C’mon,” he says, releasing his harness. “Let’s take a look.”

#writing asks #wash's writing #excerpt #mail time! #morganlefaye #thanks for the ask! <3