#tiny red squirrel friend

[externalmemorycomic]

Image description: A black and white illustration, designed to look like a book cover. On a decorative ribbon, the title at the top reads “External Memory”. A scroll work border of leaves and flowers divides the illustration into three rounded panels. The largest panel is in the center and shows a caravan surrounded by greenery, puddles and potted plants. The two smaller panels beneath it show a cartoon cat and mouse respectively, facing each other. At the bottom is another decorative ribbon with the text “a diary comic by My Murphy”. After the cover follows an 8 page comic. The style is cartoonish and the colours are soft pastels. Page one: An orange cat waves and says “Hello! I’m My.” The cat holds up a white mouse and says “This is Mouse, my girlfriend.” Caption: My name is actually My, but Mouse is a nickname for comic and privacy purposes. Caption: When I started this project, me and Mouse lived on a little island off the Swedish coast. The panel shows a stylised, tiny island with a lighthouse, spruce and birch trees, leaning houses and a little dock with a row boat tied to it. The cat and mouse are standing on the cliffs and a swan floats on the water in the foreground. Page two: Caption: Now we’ve moved to Ireland where we live in a caravan in the middle of nowhere. A small caravan, surrounded by greenery, overgrown trees, rocks, puddles and potted plants. The caravan has two windows and the cat and the mouse are looking out of one window each. Caption: We lived on the island to be close to my family. A ribbon with writing on it separates and labels four characters: “mom”, an ermine, “dad”, a wolverine, “brother”, a marmot and “step mom”, a squirrel. The ribbon has been torn in between “mom” and “dad”. Caption: and we moved to Ireland to be close to Mouse’s family. Three characters are shown, each with their own ribbon label. “mother-in-law”, a deer, “sister-in-law”, a jack russell terrier and “brother-in-law”, a hedgehog. Page three: Caption: Me and the mouse are currently in our thirties. The cat lounges on an antique fainting couch and the mouse sleeps on a cushion on the floor. On the floor is an open bag of “let’s” crisps and a laptop. Caption: We’re both pretty decrepit in various ways, so for this comic I draw couches and beds as often as I draw people. Caption: Disability isn’t especially interesting to me, but if a fish made an autobiographical comic… A fish under water paints a four panel comic with a brush held in its mouth. The panels the fish has painted show bubbles, waves and splashing water. Caption: …it’d probably be partly about water, whether the fish cared about water or not. Page four: Caption: My memory has always been pretty crappy. If a friend asks me: “do you remember when...” The question is shown asked by a red robin Caption: I usually have to answer: “no, I don’t.” The panel shows the cat giving this answer while looking away and blushing. Caption: There are many things in my life I’d like to remember. Mom the ermine watches as the cat opens a Christmas gift in front of a Christmas tree. The cat is much smaller than usual, its tail is bushy with excitement and it holds up a big book, “Mort”, with a skull on the cover. Caption: This comic is my EXTERNAL MEMORY so I can capture some of those moments… The cat admires a butterfly hovering above its outstretched paw Caption: …great or small. Page five: Caption: I try to make one strip per day, give or take. Pages with dates written on them blow off of a daily wall calendar by a strong breeze. As they turn over, comic pages are revealed to be drawn on the back. One comic shows the mouse with long fangs, biting the face of the cat and then hissing behind a bat wing. One comic is a pastiche of Tim Buckley’s “Loss” comic and one features a portrait of Frasier Crane and the Seattle skyline. Caption: and on the days when nothing interesting happens A close up shows the cat’s paw drawing a comic panel. In this panel a smaller, rounder version of the cat runs happily in the sunshine carrying a backpack. Caption: I reach back and draw something from my past. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A coyote looks at the comic on its phone, strokes its chin suspiciously and asks “did that really happen?” Caption: the answer is always yes. Caption: If you read this comic and wonder: A monkey reads the comic in zine form and think “did they really say that?” Caption: the answer is usually yes. Page six: Caption: When a specific phrase is the point of the strip, it’s recorded verbatim. The mouse says “you’re marching to the beat of the potato drum.” Caption: is a direct quote. Caption: When the point is something else, I sometimes take small liberties to make the memory fit well inside four panels. The cat sits at its drawing table, holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a paper with two comic panels in the other. Caption: Usually that means I make myself or the mouse play the part of the straight man because it will improve a joke. The cat and the mouse, dressed as clowns, stand in a circus tent. The cat pulls the clown nose from the mouse’s face and holds up a pie, ready to strike. Caption: In reality, neither of us is much of a straight man, but all art demands some sacrifices. Caption: In every way that matters, this comic always tells the truth. The cat looks up at a large, glowing, winged sphinx statue version of itself. The statue and framing is a reference to the all knowing Southern Oracle from the film adaptation of “The Neverending Story”. Caption: I am doing this to aid my memory after all, so it wouldn’t be very helpful to make my life seem more funny, interesting or relatable than it really is. The cat draws a comic while watching paint dry on the wall. Caption: That would be a pretty cruel joke to play on my future, more confused self. The cat scratches its head at a drawing of themselves as the winner of a beauty contest, wearing a sash and crown, waving to the crowd and holding flowers. Caption: She’ll probably have enough to contend with… The cat looks suspiciously at its own reflection in the mirror, not recognising it. The drawing is a pastiche of a panel from the webcomic “Gunshow” by KC Green. Caption: Maybe some of my comics will be funny or interesting or relatable to you anyway. That would make me very happy. The cat smiles and presses its paws to its face in joy, seeing that a bear and a horse are reading the comic together and laughing. Cartoon hearts float over the cat. Caption: Some of the comics probably won’t do much for anybody but me, but that’s okay too. The cat presses a page of the comic to its chest, looking contented and protective. In the last panel, the cat and the mouse are floating on air with a blue sky and white clouds behind them. The cat is smiling and twirling around, holding a paint brush out like a wand. From the brush flows paint that swirls around the two figures and making shapes of green leaves and orange and yellow flowers. On two looping blue ribbons appear the last captions: This is a record of my silly little life. Good or bad, I’m glad I get to share it. End ID.

Here’s a little introduction to External Memory! It was fun to make a proper neat and full colour comic - it’s been a while ^^

(If you like this project, please reblog this post! You can also subscribe to my patreon where I post one comic every day ^^)

#comic #comics #original comic #web comic #webcomic #diary comic #slice of life #autobiographical comics #journal comics #comic artists on tumblr #external memory comic #slice of life comic #apologies for the long post tumblr does that any time I put in tags for some reason #described #long post

[upsidedownwithsteve]

The First Day Of Christmas

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.3K]

“Babe,” Steve’s voice was soft, coaxing. “C’mon, can we just pick one? It’s freezing.”

It was sweet, the way Steve called you ‘babe,’ the way he tried not to grumble too much, the way he pressed his hand to the small of your back. 

‘Cause you weren’t exactly together, weren’t really dating — not yet anyway. It was that in-between stage, slightly awkward at times, always flirty, way too touchy, that butterfly stage, that flushed cheeks, bright eyes, soft smiles kinda stage. 

More than best friends, just missing the official title, the first date, the first kiss. And you were okay with waiting, ‘cause you’d realised early on that despite Steve’s willingness to flirt and smirk and crack bad jokes, the more you got to know him, the more scared he was to completely give in to falling in love again. 

Besides, Robin once told you that a group of Sports Illustrated models could walk in mid shift and Steve would still be staring longingly at the phone, wondering when you’d call. 

So yeah, you were okay with waiting… and being called sweet names and being touched all softly. 

“It’s not that cold, Steve,” you lied. You sniffed and blinked, eyes a little watery and nose numb from the chill but you needled your arm through the boy’s and led him through the makeshift forest. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

So Steve followed, mainly because you were so close and he could feel you brush up against his side, even through the thick layer of his sweater and coat. Plus you looked too cute, far too adorable to ever say no to. Bobble hat wiggling when you moved, your scarf - his scarf - trailing too long down your front, a wine red colour and knitted by El and Joyce. 

The parking lot of the town hall had been made into a Christmas market for the holidays, a collection of tiny huts and stalls that sold hot cider and chocolate, too big pretzels and warm doughnuts, covered with sticky sugar. The candles that Mrs Peterson was selling made everything smell like cinnamon and clove, candied apples and mulled wine. 

Then there was the tree farm, off to the side, a small jungle of evergreens that added to the cacophony of scents, the air all spruce, fir and pine. They were stacked by size, some as small as three feet, others stretching up to twelve. 

You’d looked at those first, the huge, bushy pine trees that had scattered needles at their bases and Steve had snorted and shook his head as he dragged you away. 

“That’s not fitting in your house, sweetheart, never mind on the top of my car.”

So you’d spent the last forty minutes pursuing each tree that was left, eyes bright as you inspected their branches, their trunks for stability and even going as far as to shake them a little too energetically, turning to Steve with a solemn expression to explain: 

“Hopper says you gotta check for rogue squirrels.”

But now it was late, the sun setting too quick in December and nighttime started at four o’clock. The dark sky brought stars and the moon and a new kind of chill in the air that made your breath linger, your ears numb, your feet sore. 

It was the kind of night where Steve wanted to be at home, as empty as it was, with the fire roaring and some kind of hot drink in his hand, definitely wearing some soft sweatpants rather than his Levi’s which were stiff with the cold. 

And maybe, just maybe, after he dropped off your chosen tree in your garage, he could tempt you back to his for a movie and some popcorn. A date that wasn’t really a date, only because he was still too scared to call it as such. Steve liked you, really, really liked you and it was as terrifying as it was exhilarating. ‘Cause you turned to him with flushed cheeks and wide, bright eyes, glittering with excitement. 

“What about this one?” You were holding the branch of a short, fat fir tree — it was the perfect green but the circumference of the thing was impossibly wide. 

Steve grimaced, head tilting this way and that as he examined your choice. The salesman was lingering, edging in closer like he could smell the dollar signs amongst the chestnuts and candy canes. Steve glared at him. 

“I don’t know, it’s a little… stumpy, no?” Steve tried not to grin when you huffed, offended for the tree. “I don’t think it’ll fit, babe, you won’t be able to move around the damn thing.”

And then it began again, tugging Steve by his cold hand around the lines of trees, expressing interest in all the ones that were too big and too tall and too expensive. So when the edges of the sidewalks started to crystallise, icing over with silver glass, Steve stood too close behind you and hooked his chin on your shoulder.

His cheeks were rosy, nose a little pink and it was freezing when he nudged it to your cheek. You squeaked but didn’t try to hide from it, welcoming every part of his closeness, cold skin be damned. 

“How much longer?” He pouted. Steve really hated being cold. “What do I have to do to make you pick the next tree you see, huh?”

You smiled, body warming despite the cold ‘cause Steve made it sound so much more salacious than the words needed to be. 

You turned, cheek pressed to his until you could see his lashes out of the corner of your eye, the pink of his lips, until his aftershave stayed on your coat for the rest of evening.  

“Depends what you’re offering, Harrington,” you replied. 

It was too easy to flirt, especially when Steve was as pretty as he was. It wasn’t new, the teasing tones, the scandalous words, the way you both looked at each other, yearning, wanting. But what Steve said next? That was very, very new. 

“I’ll give you a kiss,” it was whispered, sweet words pressed to the apple of your cheek, like a secret, like a promise. And then, even softer, a little less sure sounding, “if you want.”

You turned, eyes wide, searching Steve’s. You looked for the humour there, the joke you expected to see but the boy was looking nervous and serious, lips bitten and parted, cheeks pink from more than the cold. 

“Yeah?” You asked and it sounded like ‘it’s time?’

“Yeah,” Steve answered and it sounded like ‘I’m sorry I kept you waiting.’

You picked the next tree you saw, rounding the corner to see a sad looking pine, too skinny, a little lopsided but you grinned and paid the man the twenty dollars he asked for, ignoring his strange look, ‘cause all you could see was the way Steve was grinning, lighting up the night brighter than summer itself. 

You almost forgot about the tree. Walking away without it, laughing a little too loudly when Steve ran back for it and starting dragging the poor thing across the parking lot. And when he finally wrestled it onto the roof of his car, ropes strapping it down a little haphazardly, he turned to you and couldn’t help but grin. 

You didn’t speak, neither did he. But you moved like it was choreographed, like you knew what to do, like you could read each other perfectly after waiting for so long. You leaned in, pushed up on your toes and Steve ducked down, hands clasping your cold cheeks, his colder fingers pushed to your jaw and you heard his little sigh before his lips met yours — the softest sound, relief, anticipation, happiness. 

He tasted like peppermint hot chocolate, candy canes and Christmas, and his lips were so much warmer than the rest of him. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington blurb #UDWS12D

[kaeyats]

SAGAU,, playing favorites

your other acolytes' reactions to playing favorites (with kaeya, razor, ei and gorou separately).

reader's gender is not specified, as with most of my works. requests and imagines in my ask box are appreciated, but will take a while. :D

warnings: excessive favoritism, extreme jealousy, yandere themes, saucy stuff with kaeya and gorou, platonic with razor unless you interpret it otherwise, murderous intent

diluc didn't think he could be in a sourer mood than he was on that night. he was sourer than gooseberries, sourer than rhubarb. and although it was normal for the winery owner to sport a grumpy look on his face, even his closest companions could tell he was unusually sour, anger ascending the bounds of grumpy. what was the cause of the nasty grimace on his beautiful face?

it was the equally beautiful man with the star-shaped pupils and a mysterious eyepatch, who, at that very moment, had a benevolent god clinging to him like he was the only remaining human being in the world.

"diluc, can you get us more 'death after noon'? kaeya already emptied his bottle."

diluc tried his best not to crush the glass he was clutching into pathetic, broken pieces. the more he served you and kaeya wine, the more his supposed brother got drunk, and the more he got drunk, the cockier he became, and the cockier he became, the more it tested diluc's self-restraint. he couldn't stand watching the way kaeya's ego grew by the second and he especially couldn't stand the way you were encouraging him, practically coddling him.

the way your fingers danced against his chest ever so often, the way you squeezed his bicep whenever he leaned towards you, the crippling, painful way you had small make-out sessions with the cavalry captain, excusing it as "just tasting the wine" even when you had a glass of your own, half-empty of wine. it left him breathless everytime, both kaeya and diluc. and diluc could only envy the way kaeya got to make cute nicknames for you, the way kaeya could whisper scandalous things into your ear and make you turn red, the way you looked at kaeya like he was the most precious thing in the whole universe.

if diluc closed his eyes, then perhaps he could imagine himself in his brother's place. perhaps. but judging from how loud your sloppy kisses were, he doubts he can have a moment of peace anytime soon.

amber and eula could only watch in absolute shock as you ran around, chasing tiny squirrels around. they were, at the very least, confused by your intentions. granted, considering you were quite literally the most important god in teyvat, and were openly given millions of opportunities. so why in the seven archons were you running after tiny and helpless beings when you could've easily had their entire race be extinguished with a few words?

they couldn't say for sure, but they had an idea. while escorting you around mondstadt, they were surprised by how fast you had ran into the wilderness, looking like you were finding a particular treasure. finally, after hours of following you around in silence, a joyful gasp broke their suspicions as you ran to hug a messy-haired wolf boy.

the boy immediately broke into a defensive position at your sudden presence, triggering eula and amber to do the same. even after everything, you had chosen to defend the strange boy against the two and that absolutely broke their heart.

he was keen to be your friend, but he didn't quite acknowledge you as high as the other characters had. which was entirely refreshing. you found friendship with razor, not some bullshit imbalanced power dynamic. and the two couldn't quite understand why you liked razor so much, but they could say nothing, only being able to watch as you and razor did the most unusual things they had ever seen in their life.

chasing squirrels and howling at the moon with the peculiar boy from the woods.

venti wanted to die. ever since your arrival in teyvat, you did nothing but hit on the archon of electro and it made him want to bite into his arm until he no longer had an arm. he didn't hide it either. everytime you made the goddess blush, he would whine and try to jump into your lap. everytime the goddess unknowingly made you giggle, he would sloppily try to make himself silly with the few props he could find. whenever you sat down with the three archons and only ever seemed to talk to ei, he started outright crying to get your attention.

zhongli was a bit better than the archon of anemo. he wasn't dramatic enough to confess to everyone that he wanted to end his life out of misery, but he was jealous enough to want to end the electro archon's life. and ei wasn't stupid, she sensed the way the former archon glared into her skull everytime you two walked hand-in-hand, she felt his murderous aura whenever she called you by your name, and she especially noticed the pitiful longing in his eyes whenever he looked at you. he wasn't as good as hiding his emotions as he thought.

but ei wasn't threatened, no. as long as your existence graced the lands of teyvat, you would be hers for eternity.

kokomi sat silently from across the room as you tried persuading gorou into letting you touch his ears for a second time. it was quite a shock that he refused you, the creator of their world and their existence, anything at all considering how devoted he was to you. everyone else in the room prepared to have gorou's head, but no, you were protecting the stubborn general from them. and, if kokomi was correct, you did it out of admiration.

it made her want to sob fat tears into her hands. she understood that she shouldn't be jealous, rather happy for her dear friend, but she couldn't help it. she wanted to be the one who was seated so closely to you. she wanted to know what it was like to be loved so dearly by you. she wanted to know how giddy gorou must've felt when you bought him so many gifts from many foreign lands. she wanted to know what you two did behind doors and the reasons behind why the general whined so loudly in each one of your lovemaking sessions.

she wanted to know so bad. and judging from the way the kamisatos glared at both you, trying to hide their envy behind forced smiles and the way kazuha was practically wounding his own hand with the harsh squeeze of his nails, she knew everyone else wanted to know too.

however, she could not act upon impulse too soon. after all, patience was a part of her plan to win you over.

a/n: the characters in this fic are my personal favorites. send an ask with your personal favorites and i'll write for them! anyway, this is some short stuff i'll throw your way while i work on part three of "the creator's bride/groom", matchups, and smut ideas. :D

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin cult au #sagau #genshin impact #self aware au #self aware genshin #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #ei x reader #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #razor x reader #amber x reader #eula x reader #kokomi x reader #gorou x reader #ayato x reader #ayaka x reader #sagau diluc #sagau kaeya #sagau razor #sagau eula #sagau amber #sagau ei #sagau venti #sagau zhongli #sagau gorou

[deedala]

✨weekly tag wednesday✨

weekly tagly wednesdly?? lolol thanks for todays game and thanks for tagging me @darlingian!! and @energievie!! <<3333

About you name: deanna age: noel-aged (which isnt old actually, stop being weirdos) starsign: scorpio your first language: english second language: right now the only other language i might be able to have a little convo with you in is norwegian favourite lip product: blistex medicated mint lip balm the best food dish you can make without a recipe: pico de gallo yum yum If you drink tea, what kind?: peppermint If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get?: light roast (i didnt know about that being more caffeine!! But yay!) favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: mike’s mic’s appropriately unhinged tv show summaries favourite thing to watch on youtube in 2012: i dont have a fuckin clue lol. All i did in 2012 was work at and manage a barber shop well over 40 hours a week, experience a fucked up pregnancy, got traumatized, and played mass effect 3. favourite item of clothing right now: my black joggers favourite item of clothing in 2012: uhmm…green cardigan was something i wore a lot to work cuz it looked extra cute with my red hair. (i had red hair in 2012!)

fandom three movies you recommend: The Fall (2006), Love and Monsters, Palm Springs your favourite concert: went to a ton of dmb shows a youth which were always insane levels of fun have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?: oh for sure, im here to enjoy myself lol have you ever left a fandom because of the fans?: i dunno what i consider leaving a fandom? I guess maybe i dont JOIN them very often (ie make friends and participate in events and such) so no i’ve never really left one as the only two i consider myself really being a part of is dragon age and shameless? the best tv show you watched last year: hmmmm….the fall of the house of usher (i have such a short fucking memory i dont know what came out earlier in the year sorry lol) do you have a fancasting you just can't let go of?: not that i can think of off the top of my head… a ship you've abandoned: uuhhmm…also cant really think of one? on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history?: oh zerooooo. Its all rather tame, i just am not willing to lay my fucking soul bare thanks lolol do you have a fandom tattoo? i dont have any tattoos which i will probably go to my grave being sad about because i have so far failed at every meager attempt to get one. what fandom do you wish was bigger?: on one hand it might be fun to have more folks around in shameless but also i know our tiny friendly tumblr bubble is what keeps things playful, so i dunno… maybe uuhhmm the expanse?  has a finale ever ruined a show for you?: how i met your mother was pretty bad. I think even worse for me was Chuck. have you... swam in an ocean?: yes been vegan/vegetarian?: i’ve been a vegetarian for 28 years gone skinny dipping?: yes gone skiing?: no been to a convention?: so so so many

now my precious nuggets, please accept this tag and either play along or just know that i am gently squishing your face in my hands @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit @heymrspatel @heymacy @metalheadmickey @crossmydna @tanktopgallavich @sam-loves-seb @jrooc @gardenerian @mickeysgaymom @softmick @howlinchickhowl @the-rat-wins @lingy910y @sickness-health-all-that-shit @gallawitchxx @mybrainismelted @juliakayyy @creepkinginc @whatwouldmickeydo @suzy-queued @squirrel-fund @tsuga-of-mars @transmickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @palepinkgoat @themarchg1rl @purplemagpie @thepupperino @callivich @rereadanon @grumble-fish @ardent-fox @thisdivorce @lee-ow @iansw0rld @ritualpyre @vintagelacerosette @rosemacclare @maizzycakes @7x10mickey @rrapp @gofionaonthem @suchagallabitch

#weekly tag wednesday #tag game

[fangirlshrewt97]

RRR - Honey Gold Eyes and Tiger Cubs

Hey guys, long time, no write. Real life has been really busy and I’ve just not been feeling that spark from before. I am not sure how many more stories I will manage to write for the fandom, or how many people are even reading my stories, but I did want to contribute to the Tales of the Tiger 2023 (@talesofthetigerrr) event. 

It’s really rough, and I am definitely out of practice, but I think it turned out ok in the end. Let me know what you think!

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Bheem puffed up his chest, chubby fist tightening around his small wooden stick. He adjusted the small sling bag his Amma had given him that morning. He gazed around the tall trees, craning his neck as far back as he could to see if something looked familiar. His Nana was going to be mad Bheem had wandered away. Again.

But there had been a really pretty baby squirrel. He'd just wanted to see it closer. He didn't realize he had wandered from the group until he lost sight of the animal. And now he couldn't find them. Oh, they were going to be very angry.

Bheem bit his bottom lip, hard. He was eight years old! He could find his way back! He was one of the best trackers. Peddanna had said so to his Nana. Bheem had heard him, even though he was actually supposed to be asleep. Peddanna said he could even become the Protector one day. Protector! Him!

Bheem had had to curl into a ball to keep from shouting from joy! Everyone knew the Protector was the strongest and bravest and cleverest and coolest person in the tribe! Everyone. So, if Bheem was going to become a Protector, he was not going to be scared. Or cry. And when he made his way back to the village all by himself, Amma would make him a big plate of laddu all for him.

He tried to retrace his steps. He had come from the direction opposite of the sun, so if he walked toward the sun, then maybe he could find his friends. He walked forward, eyes darting between the trees to see if he could catch sight of anybody.  He focused so hard on what was ahead, he forgot to also pay attention to his feet.

Accidentally stepping onto a slippery patch of mud, Bheem flailed as he fell roughly to the ground, hissing as rocks scratched his arms. He pushed himself up, falling back on his butt. He bit the inside of his cheek harder as he ran a hand over his red arm, whimpering when it made pain shoot up his arms. Moving slowly, he brushed away the tiny rock and leaves still stuck to his arms and knees.

He took in a few deep breaths, wiping away furiously at the tears in the corners of his eyes. He was not going to cry!

He reached to grab his stick, slowly rising to all fours, and then stood up. He checked that nothing had fallen out of his bag. He took a few more steps, this time, eyes firmly on the ground in front of him till he reached a more well worn dirt path. A road! If the ground was so clear that means other people must come this way often! If he just followed it, he was going to go home!

Pleased at himself, Bheem started to walk down the path.

But.

Wait.

Bheem froze midstep.

Which way was home? What if he was going further into the forest?

Nana always said it was dangerous to be alone in the forest at night, especially if you didn't know that forest.

Bheem definitely did not know this part of the forest.

Bheem bit his lip as he swiveled his head both directions, trying to find a clue for which way led home. As he stood there trying to decide which way to go, he heard a weak whimper.

Someone else was nearly!

Could they be lost too? Bheem perked up. If he could find the other person, then surely between the two of them they could find their way home. Amma always said two heads were better than one.

"Hello?" Bheem called out.

No reply.

Maybe they hadn't heard him.

"Hello?" Bheem shouted, cupping both hands to make himself sound louder.

A couple of birds that had been resting on a nearby tree took off, but there was no response. Bheem didn’t think he should call out again. What if he woke up a bear? Bheem had seen a bear the hunters had killed. A bear would probably step on Bheem and not realize it.

Bheem chewed on his lip. What if the other person was also hurt? Bheem was not very big, he didn't think he could help them much. But maybe they knew the way home! And he could go home and bring help!

Amma always told him that he should try to help people as much as he could though.

Decision made, Bheem squeezed his eyes shut and listened as hard as he could.

There! He'd heard the whimper again. It was coming from beyond that tree!

Bheem darted in that direction, keeping his gait light as he moved through the forest. As he moved closer to the sound, it became louder, and it turned from a whimper to a steady cry.

One more turn, then straight ahead…

Bheem froze.

It wasn't a person.

There was a clearing, about as big as his home.

And on the opposite side of the clearing from Bheem was a tiger.

It was the first time he had seen a real life tiger so close. Its eyes were golden like honey. They sent a shiver down Bheem's back. It looked just like the statue of the tiger Bheem had seen in the temple of Durgamma Devi.

Bheem's grip on his stick turned white knuckled. He really did not want to get eaten. Amma would be angry with him too.

The tiger was looking at him, golden eyes seeming to stare right through Bheem. The tiger growled lowly. Bheem took a step back, trying to calm his racing heart. If he ran, the tiger would definitely chase him. And eat him.

He took another slow step back. The tiger took a step forward.

Tried to.

It jerked back, crying out as it batted at its leg.

Bheem craned his head, gasping when he saw its leg had been caught in one of the hunter traps. It was bleeding a lot.

Bheem looked at the tiger again. It wasn't very big. It was bigger than Bheem, but less than half as big as the tiger his Nana and the other hunters had brought to the village a while back. Maybe this was a tiger cub?

The tiger whimpered again as it turned back to its own leg, losing interest in Bheem.

Amma had told him he should always help everyone, including the animals of the forest, as they were his brothers and sister too.

This tiger was hurt.

And it was a kid, like Bheem.

Bheem should help the tiger.

Tightening his grip on his stick, Bheem reminded himself. If he was going to be the Protector, he couldn’t be scared of helping! He was not going to be scared of a tiger! He was going to save it!

"My name is Bheem!" He said cautiously. One needed to introduce themselves to strangers. The tiger stared at him.

He approached the tiger slowly, one step at a time. The tiger growled at him, baring its sharp teeth. Bheem swallowed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Tigers could smell really good right? It could probably smell how nervous Bheem was. Bheem took deep breaths to try and calm his racing heart.

He stopped a few feet from the tiger, shifting his stick in front of him.

The tiger snarled.

Bheem avoided looking at its eyes, instead focusing on the leg, and gently reached out to poke it with the stick.

The tiger growled loudly, and batted away the stick.

"Hey! I'm just trying to help!" Bheem said as the stick fell from his grasp.

The tiger just looked back at him. This close, Bheem was more confident the tiger was just a cub. It was only a little bigger than Bheem if he laid down.

"Where is your Amma?" Bheem asked, looking around. Hadn't Peddanna said tiger cubs were always with their mother until they were able to hunt on their own? This cub didn't look big enough to hunt by itself.

"I don't know if you have a name, so I am going to call you Durgamma." He stated.

The tiger kept looking back at him.

Steeling himself, Bheem lowered himself onto all found, and crawled a little closer to Durgamma. The tiger's shoulders bunched but it didn't make a sound.

"I want to help. I promise I won't hurt you. I need to see your leg." Bheem said as he spread his arms to show he was empty-handed.

Durgamma was still looking warily at him but she hadn't tried to claw his face off. That was good.

Bheem crawled closer, till he was behind Durgamma, close enough to touch. Maintaining eye contact, he reached one hand out to rest on Durgamma's leg.

"Oh." The fur was really soft. Like of the newborn kittens Amma had shown him before. Bheem lost himself in just running him fingers through the fur, the heat of the body underneath hot and warm. When his fingers slid a little lower, Durgamma growled.

Bheem grabbed his hand back. "Sorry!"

Durgamma tossed her head back...almost as if she was rolling its eyes.

Bheem blinked and then ducked his head to look at the trap. There should be a pin to open the trap....there it was. Underneath Durgamma.

Hm.

Bheem rose, meeting the tiger's eyes. "I can help you, but you need to get up. You're too heavy."

Durgamma just stared.

Sighing, Bheem pressed both hands against Durgamma's trunk and shoved.

He yelped when Durgamma batted at him, sharp claws scratching him. "Hey!"

He rubbed at the scratch, hissing when it made the area that much redder. He glared the tiger, who glared back at him.

"You are the one trapped. Do you want to get out or no?"

Durgamma flicked her tail.

Bheem harrumphed and tried to shove her again. Again he narrowly avoided getting his face clawed off.

Durgamma growled at him, baring her teeth. Bheem growled back, baring his teeth.

"I am going to do this one more time, and if you push me away I am going to go. And then you will have to wait for your Amma. Who may not be able to help you." Bheem said firmly.

They glared at each other for another moment before Durgamma turned her face away. Bheem gasped when he saw scratches to the side of the tiger’s head, like...like something had tried to claw Durgamma's head.

Bheem shook his head. Leg first. Gathering all his strength, he leaned all his weight against Durgamma, closing his eyes and pushing. The tiger snarled but didn't try to hurt Bheem. Bheem peered down, crowing quietly when he realized he had guessed right to Durgamma being a girl.

Bheem smiled, petting Durgamma's side before he went back to the trap and reached down to pull the pin. His hand was chubby, and his finger couldn't grasp it properly, but he had come so far, and he had promised Durgamma he would help her.

Finally, his fingers snagged the pin, and he yanked as hard as he could. Durgamma roared as the trap opened, freeing her leg. Bheem scrambled back as Durgamma curled into itself, licking at the wound. Bheem wrinkled his nose.

He reached into his bag, and pulled out the water carafe.

Durgamma turned her head when he came closer but didn't do anything else when Bheem sat by her side.

"Peddanna says when we get hurt, we need to wash it with water. It will hurt a little, but you will feel better." Bheem explained.

Durgamma blinked slowly.

Bheem opened the carafe and tilted it over Durgamma's leg. The tiger hissed, batting at Bheem, but Bheem kept going until the carafe was empty. He pulled out the towel Amma had also packed.

He grabbed the injured leg, glaring at Durgamma's warning growl. "Do you want to get better or no?"

Durgamma was watching him closely as he clumsily threaded the towel underneath the leg before bringing the ends up to tie it as tight as he could. The tiger huffed but lifted her leg back from Bheem. She pressed her foot lightly on the ground, and seemed to blink in surprise.

Bheem grinned back, as wide as he could. "I've been practicing with Amma! How is it now?"

Durgamma rolled back, and Bheem stood up to give her more space.

It took a few tries, but with Bheem holding onto her sides, Durgamma managed to stand up.

Bheem was still smiling widely, so proud of himself.

Durgamma stared at him before pouncing.

The joy immediately flipped to fear as he thought Durgamma had decided she actually wanted to eat him.

Except.

Durgamma licked him.

Her tongue was rough and it tickled, making Bheem giggle and squirm.

Durgamma then nuzzled her head against Bheem's chest, exhaling a breath against Bheem's face before she got back up.

Bheem rose up to prop himself by his elbows. Suddenly he heard someone shouting his name.

"Here! I'm here!" He called back.

Durgamma turned to leave.

“Wait!”

The tiger paused, looking at him over her shoulder.

“Will I see you again?”

Durgamma tilted her head, blinked at him before turning away and walking back into the forest.

Bheem got up from where he was and walked to the edge of the clearing through which Durgamma had disappeared. Within a couple minutes Nana and another one of the hunters, Akhil babai, burst into the clearing. They went pale at the sight of him.

Nana scooped him up in his arms, holding him so tight Bheem felt it hard to breathe. "Nana..." he choked out.

His Nana let him go far enough to seat him on his hip, running a hand over Bheem. "Bheema, chinna, are you hurt? Where is this blood from?"

Bheem blinked up at him before looking down. He noticed his hands and belly were all red and itchy from the blood.

"It's Durgamma's."

"Dur-Durgamma? Who is that?" His father asked, surprised.

"Anna, look, something was caught in the trap here!" Akhil babai called out from the other side of the clearing.

"Durgamma was trapped!" Bheem clarified.

"Bheem, did, did you free that animal?" Nana asked slowly.

Bheem nodded his head fiercely. "Yes! It was hurting her!"

"What animal was it Bheem?" Akhil babai asked.

"She's a she! Not an it!" Bheem responded, offended on Durgamma's behalf.

"Who is she, chinna?" Nana asked, stemming the argument.

"The tiger!" Bheem replied, voice giddy.

His eyebrows scrunched when his father seemed to pale again. "Nana?"

"You...freed a tiger, Bheema?"

Bheem nodded his head again. "Yes! She was trapped, and her leg was bleeding, and she was crying Nana. Amma said we have to help every person and creature right? She was hurt! So I helped her!"

His Nana seemed to be stunned for words, instead just hugging him tightly again. Bheem was confused but wrapped his arms around his Nana's neck.

The trek back to the village was faster with Nana and Akhil showing him the way, and his Nana told him he had done well to find him way back to the path all by himself. He promised he would show Bheem how to find his way home if he got lost again.

When they got home, Bheem narrated his adventure to his Amma with a big smile, and then laughed joyfully when he got his reward of a plate of laddus all for himself.

The other kids were all in awe of his adventure, and the adults had even gone back to try and find Durgamma, but couldn’t find her, even if they did find evidence she had been there.

As Bheem grew up, and kept venturing into the forest, he grew more and more certain of his footing. Of every tree and turn and creek and rock.

He explored and trekked and hunted. He ran. Ran through the trees and between bushes.

And if, in between those sprints, he could make out a streak of orange between the trees, or honey gold eyes looking at him from the other side of the river, he kept that to himself.

Durgamma was his friend. And he had promised her he wouldn’t let her get hurt. It seemed like she had made the same promise regarding him.

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 Bonus:

Ram yawned again as he scratched his belly, going towards the entrance of their hut. It had been a long few weeks, and last night had been the first proper night of rest he had had in a long time.

The sleep deprivation was also what made him freeze at the threshold, unsure if he was hallucinating, or about to become lunch.

Packing as much urgency and tightly held panic as he could, he called out to his partner. "Bheem!"

"You go ahead Rama! I need to finish this poultice and then I'll join you!"

"Bheem!" Ram ground out again.

There, standing a mere 15 feet from the entrance of their hut was a tiger. Easily as big as any of the creatures from that night at the Buxton mansion, and this one had two very easy prey. This was not going to be a pleasant death.

"What is it with you?" Bheem asked, as he tried to shoulder past Ram, only to pause as he took in the sight past Ram's shoulder.

And then.

"Durgamma!"

WHAT.

"You-you know that tiger?" Ram choked out in disbelief.

Bheem rolled his eyes as he hip checked Ram away and approached the beast.

"Bheem!" Ram whispered urgently, heart racing as Bheem went closer and closer. Ten feet. Five feet. Three, two, one.

Ram opened his eyes when sounds of Bheem being ripped apart didn’t happen. His jaw fell to the floor.

The tiger had one paw on Bheem's shoulder where he was kneeling before it - her? - and was nuzzling her head against Bheem's shoulder. Bheem for his part had wound both arms around the tiger's head and was hugging it.

What. The. Hell?

"Bheem?" Ram asked, still not daring to raise his voice above a whisper. The tiger opened its eyes to look at him. Ram swallowed.

Bheem sank back to sit on the ground, the tiger still right next to him. "Ram, come meet her!"

"I-I'm good here..." Ram muttered.

Bheem's eyebrows scrunched but he shrugged and turned back to the animal.

"Durgamma! So good to see you. And look at you, finally put on some weight again. Been hunting well?"

Durga-the ti-for God's sake, Durgamma bumped her head against Bheem's chest before turning away from him. "Durgamma?" Bheem asked.

The tiger went to the bushes and grabbed something before turning back to them. The two men's eyes widened. Hanging from the tiger's mouth was a tiny cub, barely bigger than Bheem's hand. He grunted softly as the tiger dumped the cub into Bheem's waiting arms. Without waiting for another word, she went back and retrieved two more cubs, depositing them with Bheem too.

Bheem blinked at his now full lap occupied by tiger cubs. "Do...you need me to babysit?"

Durgamma huffed at him, bobbing her large head once, as if she could understand him. And then disappeared into the forest.

After a few minutes silence where Bheem was just staring at the tiger cubs who were staring back at him, Ram was the one to speak.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Ram!" Bheem scolded. "Language! There are children present."

Ram felt his eye twitch.

Bheem stood up with all three cubs pressed tightly to his chest, somehow managing to keep them in his arms despite their wriggling. "Please help me by asking Loki akka for more milk. And Lacchu for any leftover meat? These cubs are probably hungry."

Ram went. Because what other choice did he have?

This is what he got for falling for a child of the forest. He wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

(He did put in a prayer that he would get through this "babysitting" with all limbs attached and un-mauled.)

(Bheem laughed at him when he heard about his prayer. As if Durgamma would ever raise such ill-mannered children. Just because she was grumpy didn’t mean she was rude.)

(Durgamma for her part just thought the two-legger was going to keep her cubs from falling into a ditch. Or at least retrieving them if they managed to fall anyways.)

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#TigeRRR2023 #rrr fic #rrr #rambheem #komuram bheem #alluri sitarama raju #my fic #my writing

[glitchcat808]

i have a request! (idk if you’re taking or not and if u don’t wanna do it it’s fine)

Yellow (DHMIS) with a best friend who has an equal personality but much more ‘energetic’ and defensive (they’re besties your honor-)

(Maybe a tiny bit of angst if you’re good with that-)

Okie dokie!!

Yellow Guy x Energetic and defensive friend! (PLATONIC AGAIN PEOPLE AAAA)

It was another day, 20th to be exact. All the crazy things happening to your friends wasn't enough. There was a talking handbag, two rare kids showing what 'family' was and some creepy looking worm. But it dodn't matter since you guys we're so close to eachother (well, sometimes).

While the other two we're making everything ready for breakfast, Yellow Guy was waking up, rubbing his face. He got dressed and got downstairs, saying 'hi' to his 'supposedly' family.

"Oh hello, did you sleep well?" Red Guy asked him, getting the plates on the table.

"Well yeah, i dreamed about a little baby squirrel dancing on a tree!" He said with happiness

"And what happened next, they get killed like all this rare things going on?" Duck Guy said as he started sitting on his regular chair

"That would be bad, but the squirrel actually talked about what the trees looked like. And there was my friend! They one i tell you guys about!" The smallest one said

"You're friend? The one that protected you from that butterfly you said yesterday?" Red Guy responded to him, serving the breakfast

"Yeah!"

"Alright then.."

While they eated, a little fella was walking to the direction of a colorful pink house.

"I hope he likes this" The person said, as they knocked on the door

They heared a voice talking to someone, and then there was a green duck at the door

"Well hello! I am hear looking for ye-"

"He is not here" The duck said, closing the door on the person's face

"Hmmp! How rude!"

They knocked again, but this time Yellow Guy opened the door

"Reader! I am so glad ta-to meet you" Your friend said, hugging you

"There was a super rude duck that opened the door! Tell him he needs some manners!" You said getting your arms on your hips

"WHAT DID YOU SAID TO ME-"

"Oh..welcome reader. I supposed you come to play with him, he talked of you on the table" Red Guy said, calmly

"Why yes, of course. He is my friend after all!" You said, holding your friend's hand

"Then you can go to his room and.. play whatever you guys do" The 'father' said

"Thanks!"

And then, you guys played all the afternoon, running around, dancing, singing, and then, you we're going to your house. But you almost forgotted something

"Hey Jello, i have something for you!" You said calling your friend

"What is it?" He asked

"This!" You handed him a bracelet, one said 'Jello' and other said 'Pigeon'

"Why does the other one said 'Pigeon' on it" Red Guy says to himself

"Because when we first met, Yellow Guy called me a Pigeon!"

"..Oh."

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Yeaaah, friendship :DD

#dhmis x reader #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis red guy #dhmis duck

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 6-Giggle

Kagami had never seen her best friend so happy. She was use to Marinette's tiny giggles. They always meant something, but this one seemed new. Kagami sipped on her orange juice and continued to watch Marinette.

'Marinette has changed so much over the last three years.'

She smiled thinking back to the Marinette she had first met. Marinette use to wear pigtails and was so unsure of herself. Past Marinette wore pants and double layers. The Marinette across from her wore clothes she made herself and was confident about them. She now wore her hair down, most days. This Marinette wore off the shoulder tops and floral shorts. She even wore heels, daily.

Marinette wasn't even paying attention to her; she was too busy looking at her phone and sipping her taro boba.

"Adrien send you another cat video?" Kagami questioned.

"No." Marinette smiled, "Damian sent me a video of Titus chasing a squirrel in the park."

'Damian? Titus?'

Kagami looked closely at Marinette's face. It was practically glowing. The fencer quickly realized what was going on.

"You like him!" she announced.

The baker's daughter began to turn red.

"N-No!" Marinette answered, quickly, "Da-Damian is-"

"Don't you dare turn into Adrien." her friend interrupted.

Marinette closed her mouth and pouted.

Kagami questioned, "Does he make you happy?"

Mari nodded.

"Is he available to meet up?" the fencer continued.

"Damian doesn't leave here." Marinette answered, "He lives in the U.S."

'Long distance? I can work with this.'

"How do you spend time together?" she asked.

"We call each other, text, or do video calls." the designer admitted.

"So, ask him out!" Kagami declared.

Marinette placed her phone in her lap. Kagami couldn't understand the sadness overcoming her best friend's face.

"D-Damian is a lot like you." Marinette began, "He doesn't really…….He doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve. He keeps it hidden so I really don't know. I can honestly say we're friends and he doesn't use that word so easily."

"I see." Kagami frowned, "Tell me more about him. Is he like Adrien?"

"Nope." Mari continued, "Complete opposite. Damian is bluntly honest and doesn’t hide behind words. If he doesn’t like something, he'll say it to your face. Honesty is something I have always admired. He loves animals and we talk a lot about art. He's one of the few who understands my art ramble nonsense, the most."

"What about us dragging you out to do things that don't involve work?" the fencer questioned with a smirk.

"He doesn’t know." the designer declared, "And I'm not telling him."

"I should tell him." Kagami smirked.

Marinette shouted, "No!" pulling her phone closer to her chest.

Gami chuckled, "What is he going to do? Is he going to get on a flight, come over and yell at you?"

"He might." Marinette flushed pink, "If not, he'll blow up my phone."

"Then," Kagami began, "I wish to fight him in combat."

"No!" Marinette exclaimed.

"Is he weaker than Adrien?" the fencer questioned.

Mari bit her lip, before admitting, "I think he's stronger that you both and I don’t want you to get hurt. He's been trained to fight with blades since he was four. He's told me he has scars; Damian ususally dresses in layers."

The Tsurugi heir smiled, "Then, it seems you will be protected and taken care of. He sounds worthy of you."

Marinette blushed, "Kagami, I….I don't know if I can do this again. I can't wait to figure out if I'm going to get my heart broken again for no reason. I know I like him, but it……different from last time."

Suddenly, Marinette's phone began to ring. She looked at it and saw Damian was calling her. She began to panic.

"Answer it." Kagami demanded.

Marinette gulped and answered her phone, "Damian?"

"Marinette, I'd like to have the pleasure of taking you out on a date." Damian spoke, suddenly.

Marinette turned red. Kagami began to nod her head and Mari mirrored her.

"Yes!" Kagami shouted, "Words, Marinette! Use your words!"

"Yes?" Mari answered.

She could hear Damian chuckling at her response.

"I will call you later with more details of when it is possible to meet up." the Wayne heir continued.

Marinette smiled at the thought of meeting up sometime soon.

"Also, Habibiti, I loved your confession." he concluded.

"What?" she questioned.

"You called me, first. I did try to get your attention, but I can certainly say our feelings are mutual." Damian replied, before hanging up.

Marinette quickly pulled her phone away from her ear. She clicked on the call icon and saw she had called Damian and the call had lasted almost ten minutes. Damian had ended the call and called her immediatley.

'I called him!'

Kagami began to laugh at her friend's misfortune.

"Not again!" exclaimed Marinette.

"Again?" Kagami questioned.

Mari nodded and set her head on the table.

Kagami seemed perplexed, "This happened before?"

"Alya got me to call Adrien to ask him out, once, but I got his voicemail. I thought I had hung up. I went on this long rant; I called him 'Hot Stuff'. When I found out the voicemail was still going, I ended up breaking into his locker and stealing his phone to delete it." Mari admitted.

Kagami looked at her friend and began to laugh. Marinette giggled nervously, before breaking out into laughter.

Kagami's laughter died down into a giggle, "I think this time, it will end well."

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[strawbs-screaming]

punch out boxers and what i think they had as a childhood stuffie + some extra guests

As a break from that one Forbidden™ post, heres something fluffy, sorry if the translations suck im using a translator

Glass Joe - a cat plushie with dark blue button eyes, lovingly named "Jojo" after himself, think of a calico cat for its pattern and its built like a teddy bear except for its head & tail

Von Kaiser - a teddy bear, creatively named "Bär" (means bear in german, i know how creative this is) suprisingly squeaky clean with a few stitches and a eye missing

Disco Kid - a koala named "Mr. Dance" that he regularly gave concerts to along with dance performances and talked to a lot, a bit pink since he accidentally messed up while washing it but still loved nonetheless, mr dance is a real one

King Hippo - a hippo plushie made from rags with souless button eyes he made a crown for, he got the name inspo from his plushie since it was named "King hippo", he jokingly refers to himself as "King hippo the second" if anyone knows about the original hippo

Piston Hondo - a frog plushie that is also suprisingly clean with a copy of his headband on it with a red belt, smells like mint for some reason named "マスターフロッグ" (master frog)

Bear Hugger - a stuffed salmon plushie handmade by a friend, smells like death and has a bite taken from it because he bit it while dreaming & ate a chunk from it

Great Tiger - a tiger plushie with sunglasses named "awesome man" (i couldnt find a proper translator and google translate sucks so im writing it in english) that smells like his dads perfume with a few cuts & a eye holding on for dear life, he performed magic tricks for it and made it have drama with his clones

Don Flamenco - a flamingo plushie with a red scarf around its neck, patched up with colorful fabrics, named it after himself, its eyes also happen to be missing, he argued with it constantly and fought it for no reason

Aran Ryan - a giraffe plushie named "spots" that has seen some stuff, half of its face missing, constantly wet (think of that webkinz plushie post) probably moldy with thousands of stitches & patches that smells like spoiled milk

Soda Popinski - a husky plushie with blue beady eyes, somehow in one piece except for one eye gone & sewn up nicely, named "Охотник" (Hunter) that smells like your grandmas house, lovingly hugged and tucked in along with him

Bald Bull - a sheep plushie, somewhat yellowish fur & glittery eyes named "kuzucuk" (no exact translation for this, kuzu means sheep and -cuk and most verbs similiar to it is usually added to mean little, either in a rude way or a cute way) that is always really warm and smells like cinnamon, he has sobbed into that plushie right after decking it in the face many times

Super Macho Man - a dino plushie (specifically a t-rex) named "Chompers" that has a few bitemarks on it and reeks of glue, he made it act out godzilla

Mr Sandman - a squirrel plushie named "Ms. Walnut" that has a portion of its tail missing and has one button eye and another stitched up eye, he always talked to it for advice and apologized to it after he punched it from anger, he always imagined Ms. Walnut's voice as a posh british lady when he made it speak

Doc Louis - a crocodile plushie named "Pickle" that reeks of pickles somehow, tail sewn in a half-assed way, always rko'd for some reason

Little Mac - a polar bear plushie, gifted to him from doc when he was first adopted named "tiny mac" stitched up lovingly, he still has it and is not ashamed, not one bit (me too bestie, shout out to that one pikachu plushie i bought with my own money at a bazaar and still hug every night)

Carmen - clown plushie with a dress very similiar to hers named "Señorita Payasa" (Miss Clown), the reason she has a polka dress is because of her and was the main reason she loves clowns

Narcis Prince - a horse plushie named "horsey" that is loved very much, always accompanied him with his imaginary tea parties, sewn up in the stomach nicely (he secretly still has it and still loves it very much shh shut up)

Gabby Jay - a handmade doll of him by his grandma, called "Gabs" for short, always held it close to his heart and sprayed his perfume on it, no injuries (unlike gabby jay himself LMAOO) , no dirt, and no trauma, beloved

Pizza Pasta - a flour bag with eyes drawn on, stuffed with fluff (with no flour thankfully) named "L'uomo della farina" (flour man) with a lot of patches, bitten very often

#punch out #headcanon #punch out wii #punch out headcanons #Punch out snes #punch out arcade #yeah ill tag them all #don flamenco #aran ryan #bald bull #glass joe #piston hondo #great tiger #gabby jay #bear hugger #disco kid #von kaiser #narcis prince #carmen punch out #pizza pasta #doc louis #little mac #king hippo #super macho man #mr sandman #soda popinski

[girlwiththepapatattoo]

The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 2

Warnings: blood drinking, canon typical violence (not graphic), more sexual tension, Astarion being himself, Sable being a ball of anxiety

Summary: Sable does Astarion a good turn. Astarion doesn't know why.

Notes: "It's just going to be a one-shot," she lies like a liar.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! <3 And a special thanks to all those who commented and reblogged the first chapter! <3 <3

Read on Ao3 here!

One of the first things that Astarion noticed about the resident druid (well, the first resident druid, anyway) is that animals positively adore her. If they stop for a quick meal, a red squirrel finds its way to her shoulder, or a rabbit sits on her foot. One day almost an entire herd of deer just…wandered into the campsite and curled up around the sleeping woman. It was disgustingly cute, in his humble opinion. 

“You’re like a fairytale princess cliché,” he said to her one day. 

She’d rolled her eyes as she fed a tiny mouse an almond. “And not a prince charming to be seen.” 

He’d scoffed, of course. “I am the most charming man you’ll meet in a hundred leagues, thank you. Not a prince, of course, but that could change! Who knows what the future holds, once we get these little tadpoles out.”

Her lips twitched, and she looked like she’d been suppressing laughter, something which he’d been smug about the entire day. 

Then, as they traveled to the goblin camp to rescue the aforementioned second druid, they came across a boar that had been Astarion’s meal the previous night. Her eyes found his after seeing the puncture marks, the exsanguination, and he puffs his chest out, ready to defend himself. But, to his shock…nothing came. There were absolutely no visible signs of anger, or even disapproval. She’d simply patted the boar, almost as if in thanks, and continued on. 

And Astarion had watched her go with his jaw visibly slack. 

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He stewed on it for hours. And when they finally make camp, he resolves to ask her about why she didn’t say anything. All he has to do was wait for her turn on watch–easy enough since she always took first. 

The fire is crackling merrily, and Sable is staring into the flames, absently petting a bunny who’d made a home on her lap. “Never thought I’d be envious of a rodent, but here we are,” he teases, sitting down beside her. 

The bunny, sensing Astarion’s nature, tenses to flee, and Sable looks down and says…something. The vampire’s eyebrows raise as soft huffs and gentle squeaks emit from the elf’s mouth. He’s about to ask if she’s quite all right when he sees tiny blue motes of magic around her lips, and realizes she’s using a speak with animals spell. 

The bunny seems mollified by whatever she says to it and settles back down, though not without a suspicious look up at him. 

It’s quite odd, feeling insulted by a rabbit. 

“Don’t make this one your dinner, please,” she says softly, going back to giving the small thing gentle strokes. “I’ve told her that you’re a friend of mine and wouldn’t hurt her.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, putting as much sincerity as he could into his voice. And he’s surprised to find that he means it. 

It’s quiet for a bit, the sounds of the forest at night and the crackling of the campfire providing background music. Finally, he looks at her. “That boar, earlier today. Why didn’t you say anything?” 

“It’s not up to me when you tell the rest of our group what you are,” she replies softly. 

He blinks. He opens his mouth, then closes it again. Huh…

“Well…I’m not usually lost for words,” he finally says. A strange feeling pulls at his gut. Gratitude? No, people don’t do nice things for him without an alternative reason. “In return, let’s say I owe you a favor, hm?” 

Her brows furrow, and she looks at him as if he’s grown two heads. “A…favor?” 

“Yes, a favor. Hasn’t anyone ever owed you anything before?” he asks, looking at her the same way. 

“No,” she replies bluntly. “If I want to help someone, I do it because I want to. Not because I want them indebted to me.” She looks down to the rabbit in her lap, gives it another soft pet, then looks back up at him, meeting his eyes. “You don’t owe me anything, Astarion.” Her lips twitch in the barest hint of a smile. “Though, a ‘thank you’ might be nice.” 

He stares at her. Something in his heart, deep, deep down, softens. It almost aches, so foreign is the feeling of a kindness done simply out of…well, kindness. She can see it, simmering in his eyes, confusion and wonder, and her own heart softens a little more towards him as well. 

Then those emotions are gone, replaced with obviously feigned disgust. “Ugh, you are so sweet you make my teeth ache. I bet if I tasted your blood it would be positively saccharine.” 

To her surprise, she feels a laugh bubbling up. She swallows it down, but grins very faintly. “Better than Lae’zel’s I’m sure. Hers would be like an orange peel mixed with hot peppers and vinegar.” 

Astarion’s nose wrinkles, and if she finds it rather adorable no she doesn’t. “Spicy food I tend to like, but that just sounds awful.” She huffs a small laugh, and he can’t help a small, genuine smile. “Sable. Thank you, truly.” 

She gives him the same type of smile back. “You’re welcome.” 

He couldn’t stop himself. He reaches out and tucks a flyaway lock of hair behind her pointed ear. Her skin is warm. It makes the pads of his fingers tingle, and her cheeks bloom in a gentle blush. He has to drag his eyes away from the sight, because his teeth are aching in a much different way now. “But honestly, I was surprised you weren’t angry about the boar. You do seem like animals more than people.” 

“Why would I be?” she asks in confusion. “You’re a predator of sorts, and that boar was your prey. Perfectly natural.”

“Yes, I mean, you’re not wrong, but–fairytale princess, remember?” he replies huffily, waving his hand at her dramatically. “I figured you’d be mad at me about draining a possible…eh, friend, or whatever.” 

She rolls her eyes. “Astarion, loving animals means that I love all sides of them, predator and prey. Some animals have to die for others to live, that’s just…how nature works.” The bunny on her lap makes a noise that says exactly how she feels about that statement. “Besides, it’s not like you have many other options.” 

“Well…you’re not wrong,” he replies slowly, and his sanguine eyes start to gleam. “Unless…”

“...unless?” she asks warily. 

“Would you like to help me with a little experiment?” he purrs. 

The bunny on her lap feels her tense slightly, and takes off, running into the forest. “That depends entirely on the experiment,” she replies, staring at him suspiciously. 

“Nothing dangerous, I promise!” he rushes to assure her. “You see…” He purses his lips for a moment, indecision plain on his face, his eyes darting as if searching for an answer to a question he hasn’t asked out loud. “...I’m a vampire, yes, but not a true vampire. I’m a vampire spawn, turned by…well, a very bad man.” His eyes darken for a moment, before they clear and look back to her. “Anyway, vampire spawns are compelled to follow the orders of their masters. One of his orders was that I cannot drink the blood of thinking creatures. However…” He flaps a hand up toward the sky. “I should have been ash when I woke up in the sun after the crash. I also shouldn’t be able to cross rivers and streams without pain, or enter all the buildings we’ve gone into without invitation.” 

Sable blinks as understanding washes over her. “So you think this has to do with tadpole?” 

“Precisely! Smart girl,” he praises, and she blushes faintly again. “So, if the tadpole is shielding me from all those pesky side effects of being a vampire, maybe it’s also shielding me from his commands.” 

“...so you want to try drinking my blood,” she says, getting to the heart of it. 

“If you’d be so kind as to oblige me, yes,” he replies, his eyes resting on her throat. 

Her lips purse, and for a long, long moment she just stares at him. “...has this been a command the entire time you’ve been a spawn?” she finally asks. 

“Yes,” he replies simply. 

“So you’ve never drank blood from anything other than animals before, have you?” 

“...no. You’d be my first, so to speak,” he replies with a little, almost bashful, chuckle. 

“Then how about we start with something small. I don’t like the idea of you tasting higher blood for the first time and losing yourself in it when it’s my neck,” she says wryly. 

“Well, I can’t blame you,” he admits reluctantly. “What did you have in mind?” 

She lifts her hand towards him. “Take a drop from a finger.” 

He blinks. “A drop? Only a drop?” 

“I said something small. If you can handle a drop without going into a blood frenzy, then…I’ll let you at my neck. Sound fair?” 

He very much looks like he wants to pout, before he sighs and nods. “If this is what will put you at ease, my dear Sable, then I am fine with it.” His hands come up, cupping gently around the one she holds out to him. He meets her eyes, and for a moment the usual smug glibness, the haughtiness, falls away. He looks…earnest. “But you can trust me. You’ve done right by me so far. I’ll do right by you in turn.” 

She looks at their hands, his slender, clever fingers so gentle on her skin. She’s not sure if the goosebumps running up her arms are from his cold flesh, or the touch itself. 

She decides she doesn’t want to dwell on it. 

Swallowing hard, she has to look away, back towards the fire. “G-Go on then. One drop for now.” 

“As you say.” 

He brings her hand to his mouth, which opens eagerly. His cool breath glides over her skin, and she has to suppress a shiver. Delicately, almost hesitantly, the very tip of one razor sharp fang punctures into the pad of her middle finger, before retreating. A single, shining drop of crimson wells up, and he looks at it as if it were precious. His eyes dart to hers, who had looked back to watch, and he maintains eye contact as his tongue slips from his mouth to lick the ruby bead away. 

They both gasp. Her from feeling his slick muscle on her skin, cheeks bursting into a blush. Him at the fact that he did it, he’s able to go against the command…

…and at how absolutely delicious her blood is. 

His eyes close as he savors the drop on the tip of his tongue, and the moan that leaves his throat is positively sexual. Her heart jumps in her throat as that same feeling from a few days ago comes back, that strange spark of arousal settling again in her lower belly. And when he opens his eyes to look at her, there’s only a thin ring of red, his pupils expanding as he feels something similar. 

“I was right,” he purrs, and presses a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of her finger. “You are the sweetest thing that’s ever been in my mouth…” 

That spark jumps, kindles into a candle. She stares at him, her own eyes blown wide as emotions she doesn’t normally feel start to swamp her. 

So she does what she always does when she’s overwhelmed. 

She turns into a tiny, pure black cat and climbs up the nearest tree. 

He blinks. Then he blinks again. That was…certainly not what he expected out of that encounter. 

He stands and makes his way over to the tree, peering up, trying to see her in the branches. “Sable, darling, I…I apologize if I was too forward, but did you really need to do this?” 

No response.

He sighs, crossing his arms. “Do not make me come up there after you.” 

The smallest little mew drifts down to his ears on the breeze. 

“...you know I can’t understand you like this.” He taps his foot impatiently, glowering up into the tree. “Meow once for yes, and twice for no. Do you want me to leave you alone?” 

It’s quiet for a long moment, long enough that he’s about to turn around and go back to his tent. But then, two small meows reach his ears, and he sighs. “Oh, very well. You’re lucky I like you.” He climbs up into the first branch, swearing under his breath as he pulls himself up to lean against the trunk. “I’m not going any higher, Sable,” he warns. 

After a moment, the tiny form of the druid leaps down and sits next to him. She doesn’t meet his gaze, and if a cat could look embarrassed…

Something tugs behind his eye, and her voice drifts into his head. Sorry, Astarion. I…this is…what I do when things get…too much. 

I suppose I can understand. I am very overwhelming, he thinks back smugly. She rolls her little eyes at him. …but I am sorry, if I went too far.

She’s quiet. The tugging in his head stops, and she steps closer and curls up on the branch, her back pressed against his thigh. 

He couldn’t stop the smile that tugs his lips up if he tried. Gently, he rubs a single finger in a soft scritch over her head, and to his delight she starts to purr. “Oh, you’re never living this down, darling,” he says to her, but the purring doesn’t stop. 

They sit there, vampire and kitten, as the camp sleeps peacefully, and he does his best to ignore the unfamiliar ache in his long-dead heart.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #my writing

[yumizcorner]

What?!~

Lee know x reader

!! fluffy fluff !!

A/n: sorry for not posting much for that long. I‘ll start to also post smut again soon so please be patient and don’t hate me😭

„Your shoelaces are untied“ Minho pointed out as he walked next to you. You already new it but you couldn’t care less since you tried your best to keep up with Minho’s pace of walking. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it anyway but when he said "it’s gonna be fun to walk around in the nature" you imagined something different.

Perhaps your best friend will slow down once you actually arrived at the forest and besides that he probably doesn’t want to be seen by fans or any other people that‘ll take pics of him so you accepted it and almost ran next to him.

„I know“ you finally answered to your best friends comment. „Tie them together again…it’s unsatisfying like that.“ you scoffed a little and shook your head. „If I would do that right now,i would be faster at home again than back at your side. Also…I’m too lazy.“ now Minho was the one who scoffed. He started to walk even faster for a second wich almost made you talk to him again but you didn’t since he turned to you then and stopped your tracks.

He bend down to your feet and started to tie your shoes again. It was a simple action,yet it melted your heart. Even tho you two knew each other for a long time and were best friends,he was still "cold" most of the time. It didn’t bother you since you knew it was some kind of barrier and he also showed his soft side to you from time to time. It was special for you that he bend down on his knees in the middle of the street just to tie your shoelaces so that you won’t trip and perhaps hurt yourself.

Once he was done,he got up again and fixed his hair a little bit. „Thanks Min“ you said softly. He started to walk again wich made you groan. „Can’t you walk a bit slower“ you breathed out your thoughts a little too loud. Lino stopped again and looked at you. „Only a few more minutes then we‘re there and then I’ll walk slower. I just don’t wanna catch too much attention you know.“ you nodded at his explanation. „I know. It’s just…I’m already so exhausted and I start getting thirsty.“ Minho smiled a bit and tried to hold back a laugh. „THATS NOT FUNNY EXCUSE YOU-“ you said in disbelief with a smile on your face too. „It isn’t funny“ he said,slowing down his laughing pace. „It’s just cute“ he mumbled,making your face turn red-ish.

You turned a little more to the side,a tiny bit of your back facing Minho since you tried to look mad but honestly you were trying to hide the obvious blush on your face in first place. You cocked your head to the side again as you felt something touching your hand. You looked down and saw how Lino‘s hand intertwined with your own. „I‘ll drag you with me now“ he said and started to walk again. You we‘re still too stunned to speak but focused quickly on walking without tripping,your worst worry,tripping for Lino,has gotten blown out of the way once you felt yourself falling completely into his touch and into his whole human being.

„You were really absent the whole entire walk.“ Minho said as you two arrived at his home again. „Oh yeah…I focused on the nature you know“ you said and plopped yourself down next to him on the couch. „Ohhhh that was why you payed so much attention when I wanted to show you the squirrel passing by“ he said ironically since he had to literally punch your arm limb to get your attention and once he had it,the squirrel was gone already. „Leave me alone“ you laughed and whined a bit. „Out of excuses?“ he said and cocked a eyebrow at you. „No not yet….I‘m just not interested in squirrels“ he let out a single laugh and then said. „Are you interested in me?“ his own eyes widened when he realized what he had said.

„What?“ you said in disbelief and looked into his eyes. „What?“ he answered and looked to the side,scratching the back of his head. A soft smile formed on your face as you were sure you heard him right. Maybe he was interested in you too. Nah you‘re perhaps just delusional again. „We should do that again sometime.“ he said after a few seconds of comfortable silence. „Yeah sure I enjoyed walking through the forest with you.“ you said and gave him a big smile. „I meant holding hands but going for a walk is nice too“ he said,giggling. „What?“ your head cocked towards him once again. „What?“ he answered in the same tone as you,smirking this time since he knew you heard him right.

#stray kids #skz imagines #jyp nation #skz #jyp stray kids #skz fluff #fluff #stray kids lino #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know #lee minho #skz lee minho #skz x y/n #skz x stay #skz x you #skz x reader fluff #skz x oc #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #straykids fluff #lee know fluff #lee minho fluff #lino fluff #skz hyung line #skz scenarios #skz lee know #jyp skz #skz reactions fluff #jyp entertainment

[grxffiti-on-your-grave]

Killjoys headcanons from my friend who knows everything secondhand:

Fun Ghoul has 12 packs of fun dip (6 on each side) stapled inside their vest. These tear open at inopportune times and there is dust everywhere. Every time one breaks it is replaced. There are a bajillion staples at each spot. One time, a squirrel smelled the powder, climbed into xyr vest, and tried to tear them all open. This resulted in much screaming and scratches. Most likely found a palette at some point and is just drawing from that. Sometimes when it falls there's a concerning snap but it's just one of the candy sticks

Ghoul has a bottle opener that says "TEXAS" on xyr person at all times despite rarely using it as it is frequently forgotten within the pocket it lives in.

Ghoul has worn their silly little sweat band on their wrist for so long that they just have red and blue stained stripes underneath so it is simply. Never taken off.

Kobra has about a hundred tiny little holes in the back of his jacket that you can't see unless you look really hard because one time he dramatically threw himself back directly onto a cactus. Has never lived this down. Forever referred to as Kactus Kid. Occasionally finds spikes he didn't see the first time around when putting on his jacket.

Kobra has never and never will know when a pan is hot and must touch it to find out.

Kobra has a tiny plastic baby on a necklace that he does not tell anyone about.

Party Poison ONCE forgot to put socks in their boots when they went to bed and 34 baby scorpions were born in their shoe. They did not check before donning said scorpion-filled boot. Much screaming.

Party has fingerless gloves because they tried to catch a lizard and the lizard bit their finger through the glove and made holes in it and they just said "fuck it" and cut the fingers off. The lizard was caught again and named "Bloot."

Party also left a piece of candy in their pocket and it melted and got gross so they just cut the pocket off.

One time Jet got a bird stuck in his hair for like. 4 hours. But he didn't want to cut it out and couldn't see what was happening so he just kinda sat there and waited till someone helped him.

When Jet first got his space helmet he fell flat on his face while wearing it and almost broke his nose and the helmet in one fell (haha) swoop.

Jet once zip tied his shoe to his foot and it stayed there for a solid week cause he didn't want to hunt for new ones.

#killjoys #headcanons #fab 4 #this is the best collection of hcs out there i think #also kobra is secretly a horse girl apparently

[para-imperium]

Horizon: Rebuilt Chapter 1

The hiatus is over, the second book of Horizon's adventures starts today.   Experimenting with PostyBirb for posting this one.   A raccoon floated in an endless void, infinite blackness interspersed with tiny points of light. She concentrated, and the blackness was replaced by a park ground of rolling grass-covered fields. Not finding that particularly relaxing she replaced the park with a space station, a dockside market full of storefronts with glowing advertisements.   But no people, the plaza was still and silent, no movement but the flickering of signs and the slow rotation of the night sky through the corundum ceiling. “A bit lonely,” she noted with a sigh. She sat on a bench, and focused.   A ring of light appeared in the air in front of her, and slowly began to descend. A pair of white-ringed brown ears appeared in the ring’s wake, followed by a shock of red hair, brown eyes, and a white face. The eyes turned towards the raccoon’s as the red-brown neck materialized. “So, Tanya, why a red panda?”   Tanya Loter gave a shrug. “I thought it would be similar to a raccoon but different enough that it wouldn’t be like looking in a mirror. Shouldn’t you know that already?”   The panda girl smirked as her bust materialized. “I don’t have full access to your memories yet. I’m just a partially formed avatar, it wouldn’t be too safe to let me rifle through all your deepest and darkest thoughts and experiences just yet now would it?” She held up a newly formed pair of fingers. “So do I have a name?”   Tanya gave it some thought while she materialized the red panda’s waist and thighs. “How does… Samantha sound?” she asked.   The tulpa lifted a foot as the ring of light faded away and examined it. “Samantha, Sam for short, that sounds nice. Digitigrade? Shouldn’t I be plantigrade like you?”   Tanya shrugged. “I’ll have to check.” She blinked, taking notice of something she’d overlooked before. “After getting you some clothes.”   “Well, you didn’t give me any memories of clothes.” Sam grinned, swishing a very thick and heavy-looking tail behind her.   Tanya closed her eyes and tried to think of clothing. Her mind leapt to the youth fashion on the Jord orbitals where she grew up and she thought of sending them to the avatar. When her eyes were open again Sam was attired, though in her opinion it didn’t improve much.   Over a set of fishnets the panda wore a very snug pair of denim shorts with a bright pink belt and a black crop top that barely covered her breasts. On her head sat a billed hat with holes cut for her ears and she wore a variety of multicolored bracelets on her wrists. “What do you think?” she asked.   “I think…” Tanya paused. “I think I can see now why my parents didn’t trust me to dress myself.”   Sam broke out laughing. “Oh come on, don’t be such a prude. No one else is going to see me.”   Tanya grimaced. “Well I have to look at you.”   The panda’s fluffy tail brushed against the raccoon’s muzzle. “Why? Am I a little distracting to you?” Tanya grabbed the tail to try and push it away, only for it to abruptly split down the middle exposing a purplish tongue surrounded by sharp teeth…   Tanya jolted awake, finding herself seated in a stiff metal chair with a crown of biofeedback sensors circling her head. She yanked it off and looked around the room. A white squirrel with her fur dyed in angular spirals and a gravid stomach turned from her computer monitor towards the raccoon. “What happened? Why’d you drop out?” she asked in concern.   “I don’t know Jenny,” Tanya rubbed her forehead where the electrodes had lain. “I created a sim and a tulpa, but something happened to her.”   Jenyfur stared inquisitively at her procyonid friend. “What kind of thing happened?”   Tanya shrugged. “It was weird, Sam was teasing me with her tail and all of a sudden it grew a mouth.”   “A mouth?” Jenny looked confused. “On her tail?”   “Something like it at least,” Tanya tried to explain. “I made an avatar that looked kind of like me as a teenager, except she was a red panda.”   “Instead of a cinnamon raccoon?” Jenny suggested.   Tanya groaned. “Yes, and her tail came out so fluffy that it was wider than her body. Not that that’s saying much, she was skinny.”   Jenny rubbed her stomach thoughtfully, which Tanya recalled was actually a secondary brain that the biohacking squirrel had installed in her uterus. “And you say that this fluffy tail had a mouth, with teeth and all?”   “Sharp fangs the length of my fingers.” The raccoon held up her index for comparison. “And a long purplish-pink tongue.”   Jenny’s gaze became unfocused as she tried to think with both her brains for a few moments. “I suggested you create an avatar for your implant’s AI shadow. You didn’t try to partition off any applications from her, did you?”   “I…” Tanya tried to remember if she’d done anything of that sort. She honestly wasn’t sure if she had done anything of that sort. It didn’t sound like anything she might have done. “Did you find anything on the sensors?”   The squirrel shook her head. “There was a minute increase in heat as you ran the sim, but otherwise these readings don’t look like any parahuman brain I’ve seen. My best guess is that your implants somehow encase your brain entirely. I’d like to run an MRI, but after what happened last time we tried that...”   “Out of the question!” Tanya, alias Horizon, unwitting soldier of the Federation reborn, snapped automatically. Once she was back in control of herself she sighed and muttered a quick apology.   “That was why we were attempting tulpamancy, remember?” Tanya nodded reluctantly at Jenny's reminder. It seemed that the Federation AI that had installed her implants had included some incredibly paranoid security directives that occasionally hijacked her body. It was annoying, to say the least, and given what she had seen herself do while her combat ware was active she was understandably wary of what the implants might do if sufficiently pushed.   Jenny had suggested giving her AI a voice. Normally it was a silent "shadow" type system that acted unconsciously, providing knowledge of nanotech ghuls when she thought of them, guiding her motions as she piloted a shuttle or fought a pirate. But ever since her shadow had mercilessly slaughtered two pirates who had attempted to kidnap her she had been cautious, scared even, of the sufficiently advanced technology in her head.   So the biohacker had suggested they give the AI a voice, enabling her to negotiate with it.   "What are we going to do now?" Tanya asked. She wasn't sure if she wanted to face that thing in her head again, even if she'd somehow created it.   "Well," Jenny started, "we should probably make sure this "Sam" you created was saved to start with." As she was thinking about what to say next an alarm blared on her console.   Horizon leapt out of her chair and was leaning over the monitor before either one of them could blink. "What is it?" she asked.   Jenny selected the alert and expanded it. "It looks like there's a tsunami coming towards one of the offshore mining rigs. The Friendly Society is requesting permission to help evacuate the workers."   "The Company can't handle it themselves?" Horizon asked.   The squirrel shook her head. "The managers will have their own personal shuttles to save themselves. But they leave the welfare of the hoi polloi up to those of us who actually care." Jenny sighed loudly. "I should probably get to the clinic and prepare to receive the wounded."   After half a second Horizon spoke up again. "How many pilots do the Friendlies have? I could help in the evacuation."   Jenny nodded. "There's a few dozen shuttle pilots in reserve, basically whoever can report in the fastest flies." She felt a breeze by her shoulder and turned to find that the raccoon had already disappeared.   Horizon tore up the stairs, freerunning up the walls at breakneck speed. Eager to go help people, sure, but more eager to avoid dealing with her internal issues.   --- The crowd in the hangar where the Friendly Society stored their rescue aircraft parted as Horizon dashed in. She gave a slight grimace as she noticed the other workers clearing a path for her, she knew why they were so wary of her.   She got in line in front of a caribou doe who was handing out assignments. A couple of aid workers in front of her stepped out and moved to the rear of the line, Horizon rolling her eyes as they passed her. The caribou, Coordinator Taranda, tapped the top of her tablet to each Friendly’s tablet in turn. When Horizon finally got to her she swept her fingers across the tablet instead, prompting a message to appear in her brain implant’s Heads-Up Display.   Assignment: Drone carrier, drone pilot. Use civilian identity, this is a sanctioned Friendly operation.   The raccoon nodded to the caribou and walked off behind a stack of crates waiting to be loaded. Her white jumpsuit with gold highlights shifted colors to blood-red, the same shade as the other aid workers heading out. Hologram projectors in her collar and cuffs projected a dark blue coloration over her cinnamon fur. A couple seconds later a blue morph arctic vixen stepped out from behind the crates where Horizon had hidden.   A couple of Friendlies waved to the fox as she strode towards the drone carrier. Most of the vehicles in the hangar were Vertical Take Off and Landing transports with rotating jet engines capable of pushing the crafts off the ground or propelling them forward as needed. The drone carrier slung exposed racks between the forward and aft pair of engines, which were now being loaded with a half-dozen quadrotor drones that each spanned a meter in diameter and were equipped with armatures and harnesses for carrying people to safety.   The pilot, an arctic tern, turned to Horizon and nodded. “Good to see you here Zoe, you ready to go?”   “Zoe” nodded her head affirmatively, glad that her suit’s designer had given it the processing power to keep the hologram glued to her face. “I’m always ready to go Bill, just let me get plugged in.” She climbed over the wing of the VTOL craft into the co-pilot’s seat behind Bill’s seat in the cockpit.   Bill flapped his wings and landed neatly in the pilot’s chair as Horizon was fumbling with the cable threaded into the back of her helmet. The end of the cable fitted under the scruff of her neck and connected to the implant port it concealed, prompting several readouts from the aircraft’s status indicators to appear in her HUD. “That port aft turbine is getting a little worn out,” she reported. “We should get the mechanics to look at that once we come back.”   The tern flicked his beak up and down. “It’ll hold for another couple trips,” he assured her. “Honestly, you cyborgs weird me out sometimes.”   Horizon gave him a hard stare through the visor of her helmet, prompting him to backpedal for a moment. “Not like that ghul who’s been showing up occasionally I mean.”   The posthuman raccoon passing as a fox turned away from her carrier’s pilot and muttered under her breath, “she’s not a ghul.”   The canopy of the cockpit descended and they received a radio message to prepare for takeoff. The hangar doors slid open and VTOLS began to taxi out onto the runway. Passenger transports configured as ambulances took off first, with the drone carrier taking off last, taking up the rear. --- The relief squadron spotted the plume of smoke long before they could see the refinery itself. Slowly, the horizon rounded and they were able to spot the sprawling complex floating in the frigid sea that was billowing smoke. Horizon observed through the carrier's electronic eyes and sensors in half a dozen spectrums, while she didn't have the fidelity to pick up any sort of "life signs" she could detect multiple reinforced chambers throughout the platform. "I'm picking up four installations that look like sealed shelters," she reported, then quickly scanned the spectroscopic analysis of the air. "It looks like their methane reserves are evaporating, might want to switch off your jets now so we don't accidentally ignite it."   A roar that had faded into nothing more than a background hum several kilometers back cut out entirely. The VTOL jolted in the air as forward thrust ceased and the lift rotors took over. Horizon directed her attention at one specialized drone and it detached from the carrier, dropping several meters before its own rotors cut in and propelled it towards the refinery. The raccoon felt her perspective split between the carrier's sensors and the smaller but slightly faster recon drone's and struggled to keep them both in mind.   "Damn, I hate having to slow down like this," she heard Bill's voice through her implants. "I feel like they're going to burn before we get there."   "We'll burn if we don't," Horizon reminded him.   "Just stay focused on the drone." Bill adjusted course slightly to get a better look at the refinery. Horizon was glad she didn't have to try and fly the carrier as well as the drones. In previous exercises she'd found that she could pilot two drones at once directly but anything more than that and she had to rely on the drones' AI.   I could help with that. Horizon jerked slightly in her harness, turning a fragment of her attention towards her meat body in search of the strange voice's source.   "Hey Zoe!" Horizon's attention was brought back to the mission. "Have you gotten anything from the drone yet?"   She focused more closely on the recon drone as it neared the refinery. Horizon scanned the primary landing pad first, radar and heat readings indicated that it was structurally compromised and wouldn't take more than two VTOLs. Zipping past she found a secondary pad that was intact but only large enough to fit another two craft. "I've got two landing zones, but they'll only take half the ambulances. I'm sending a map now.” She mentally flexed and a schematic of the refinery with the areas where it was safe to land indicated in blue and the compromised spots in red. As the drone scanned she filled in footpaths from the shelters to the pads, and realized something.   "Damnit!" She cursed.   The carrier jolted as Bill jumped in his seat. “What?"   "The only secure footpath from shelter 2 to either pad is blocked off," Horizon explained. "While the paths from shelter 3 are just gone, they must have fallen off during the explosion." She thought about the remaining drones in their cradles. "I'm going to need all five lifters, hopefully I won't need to carry wounded in both sites."   She could hear the bird groan over the intercom. “Okay, I’ll fly closer so we can launch the lifters to check out the shelters.” The carrier dipped down towards the burning refinery, swerving around a smoke cloud. “Alright.” He parked them 20 meters above the rig, roughly halfway between the two landing pads. “That’s as close as I’m getting, launch one lifter to each shelter.”   Horizon reached into three drones with her thoughts. One she only touched lightly, giving its synthetic brain the simple command to go to a shelter on the map, announce itself, and begin drilling in if no response came. But the other two she reached further in, sliding her mental arms into metallic gloves. She reached inside the drone-gloves towards the two blocked off shelters. Horizon followed the automated drone in her peripheral vision as she guided the two puppeted drones. Her field of view took the form of an overhead map from the viewpoint of the carrier, the sensor input of her drones was represented by their surroundings appearing more clear, magnified.   The drone approaching shelter 2 reached its destination, followed seconds later by the drone for shelter 3. Horizon focused on her right hand, representing drone 2, and spoke loudly but calmly. “This is the Friendly Society! Is anyone there?" While she waited for a response she repeated the inquiry to shelter 3.   She waited for almost a minute before she heard the clunk of opening deadbolts through her right ear. "Hello?" she called out.   A small hatch in the shelter door slid open and a wide eye looked through. "Are you here to help us?” a frightened voice asked.   "Yes," Horizon replied through the drone's speakers. "How many are in here, and are any wounded?"   "Five," the survivor answered quickly. "Most everyone has some scrapes and bruises, but one of us has a broken leg."   Horizon evaluated her options. "This drone can carry one person at a time, but there's debris blocking the footpath. Will the rest of you be able to clear it if I carry the one with the broken leg?"   The viewer at the porthole thought for a few moments. "Maybe, there's an equipment locker a couple doors down that we could use. But they always lock it up when we're not working."   Horizon mentally scanned the immediate area and quickly spotted the sign for the locker. "Give me a minute and I can open it."   The survivor looked a little surprised. "The Company gave you a key?"   Horizon flexed her mental fingers and one of the drone's manipulators opened to reveal a set of tools, including saws and a plasma torch. "Not exactly."   She dragged the drone over to the locker door and used a powered keyhole saw to start cutting around the lock. Her thoughts were interrupted by a chime that she recognized as one of her automated drones calling for attention. Horizon focused on the drone in question and a screen within a screen appeared in her view.   The miniscreen showed an ornery white tiger in business robes snarling something at the drone. "...I demand that you get me off this platform IMMEDIATELY!"   Horizon cut him off before he could say anything else. "The path from shelter 1 to the landing pad is clear, you may proceed at your leisure." The tiger snorted and walked off. Horizon quickly scanned the other occupants of the shelter, a couple secretarial types, and directed the drone towards shelter 2.   Idly, Horizon turned her attention towards shelter 3, the door held still, with no signs of movement. She returned her view to drone 2 just as it finished sawing out the lock. She backed the drone up and looked for the survivors waiting for tools. "Do you know if anyone is in shelter 3?” she asked the group.   The five looked to each other for a few moments before one of them spoke up. "Fran said they were heading to shelter 3 after the boss closed shelter 1 in their faces."   "Damn," Horizon thought again. She mentally flexed and redirected the drone that had been at shelter 1 to shelter 3, and launched the remaining two drones to join it. "I'm going to try and open it up with the other drones. Which of you needs a lift?" A horse leaning on an arctic hare raised a hand. "I'll carry you over the debris and come back if I can spare a drone, come on!"   The drone dropped a smartmesh harness from its underbelly and began using its manipulators to guide the straps around the horse. Once it had secured itself the drone took off, lifting the horse into the air.   Horizon started to speak into the intercom. "Bill, we might have an emergency in shelter 3, can you fly us..."   The raccoon was cut off as a new explosion sent up a spout of flame and shrapnel. She felt a pain in her abdomen just before the carrier began to plummet out of the sky.

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#superhero #transhumanism #sci-fi #science fiction #cyborg #furry #raccoon #tulpamancy

[lazypanartist]

Honestly it brings me so much joy knowing you like these. Would you care for the Donnie x Yokai Reader one next, or a continuation of any of the previous stories? I have a feeling you like Dumb Gay Idiots a lot lmao.

Bonus for Origami Reader and Raph... :

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"Man. You guys look awful."

Raphael recieved only unhappy looks from his brothers at the comment. Michelangelo and Leo were paper cut and scratched all over their faces, and Donatello had marks on his skin that looked like small bites.

"Yeah, uh, no thanks to you, bro," huffed Leo, leaning on his sword. You idly listened as you wrapped up a nasty cut the leader recieved while Donatello worked on the eldest.

"You should have seen it!" Mikey chirped, eyes wide as he flailed his hands. Your group was far away from the art exhibit, artifact handed off to mystic yokai police. Currently, you were sitting atop a roof near an old rusty water tower. "It was crazy, I was just doing my thing, when a paper BIRD started attacking me! Any time I showed some pizzazz, it swooped me and pecked my face."

Your wrapping faltered, eyes flicking to lock with Raphael's in recognition and embarassment before you picked up speed. Your once steady hands began to twitch slightly.

Leo took notice. His hand lazily flipped out while he spoke, gesturing and rotating smoothly as he kept an eye on you.

"Oh yeah, it was wild. I was doing my thing, about to portal the belt away, and then I got swarmed by origami squirrels and rats and then this CAT latched onto my face-"

Wrap. Wrap. Twitch. Tremble.

"Yes, apparently the Foot Clan are upgrading their roster of origami obstacles." Donnie huffed, tying something into his wristband. "I have to say, not a fan of having a snake drop on me and start trying to strangle me. It must have been some idiot who didnt know what they were doing though, because the big guy got chased by a boar and the scrawny one had to take out a paper dog that tried biting him."

Wrap wrap wrap twitch shake twitch wrap twitch shudder tremble shake-

"Uh, I think you wrapped it good."

Your now violently shaking hands snatched themselves away, your gaze locked FIRMLY on the too-thorough bandaging of the leader's arm, making him look like he was part mummy. Stupid hands stupid hands stu-

A firm, yet gentle hand patted your head, making your flighty gaze flick up towards the red-clad ninja.

Your red-clad friend.

(Red-clad savior...)

"I'm sure they figured it out. Probably didn't mean no real harm by it, just needed a bit of help."

You felt your cheeks burn and you looked away. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest and you found your tongue leaden in your mouth.

"Well, wherever they are, I wonder if they could do a tiger!" Michelangelo (the orange one, you were learning) hummed, looking up at the night. Raphael shrugged, fang poking out of his large, easy grin.

"Probably, if they took it slow."

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath in as you gently shook your cramping, spasming hands and fingers out.

(Be kind to your hands. Be kind to yourself.)

(That's what he told you.)

1, 2, 3, 4.

Out.

1, 2, 3, 4.

In.

Out.

In.

Good.

Your fingers slipped into your paper pouch, tiny smile on your face despite the mild tremors.

Hey, Nonnie! I think part 1 for Donnie & Yokai Reader is in order ^-^

And this? This is Good™. I have anxiety, and having a buffer who helps to calm you down, esp when there are people (intentionally or not) stressing you out worse? It's super helpful. Love Mikey being Mikey, wondering if the Mysterious Ominous Foot Person can make a tiger, lol

#kana's chats #📝 anon #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise raph x reader

[ysabelmystic]

Please tell me about the boat story. Oh and can you also tell me why your family made you get drunk when you were a kid I forgot to ask about that

Okay so basically my grandparents had a time share in at those old condo Hawaii thanks to my grandpa’s “service” in the navy. Every other year, all six of us would cram ourselves into this one-bedroom condo and spend a week or two fucking around on the beaches of Kauai. This particular year, we got to do something Extra, and go on a snorkeling tour out at the more remote islands. A tour complete with an 8 hour round trip boat ride, fancy sandwiches and fresh fruit, and unlimited mai tais.

So, for background, my grandpa is the most obnoxious, self-absorbed dumbass I’ve ever met. He wants to be Elon Musk, he’s a flat-earther, he’s an mlm hon who tries to sell his products to strangers in public, he tried to cure his skin cancer with essential oils, he’s ex military, he cooks hamburgers to rare, he’s Chevy Chase in national lampoons vacation franchise, he makes a 500+ photo long slideshow every holiday that includes his cousins open casket funeral and pictures of the car vs train accident that killed them, he flirts with waitresses, he gets mad if you out-pun him, he thinks the silent treatment is a punishment, he’s friends with a local self-taught artist who draws like the average 5th grader (it’s not a stylistic choice), he maims squirrels for fun, he tailgates cars on purpose, he hates animals… basically, his greatest contribution to the world will be dying since he’ll no longer be a waste of oxygen. And what does a waste of oxygen do on a boat ride with unlimited mai tai’s?

Get fucking CRUNK of course

Now, not only did the tour have fancy sandwiches, but they also had unlimited red Hawaiian Punch. That drink was a forbidden and thus very coveted thing in my house so my brother and I probably drank 8 cans apiece. We also ran into rough seas during the last leg of the trip. I guess my grandma took one for the team because she somehow ended up below deck with two sleepy, seasick children on her lap.

This, unfortunately for us all, now meant that my grandpa was left unsupervised.

I don’t know how long we were knocked out for, but I woke up to my mom standing over us, whispering to my grandma with a very concerned look on her face. (Fake names from this point).

“Bev? Bev. Bev. Your husband is-“

The loudspeakers turned on and she was interrupted by the captain.

“Sir! What you’re doing is just stupid. If you fall in the ocean, we will not be coming back to help you. I repeat; we will not stop this trip to save you. Get back in the boat and stop being stupid.”

Silence.

“Don’t do that again”

Queue my mom and grandma looking absolutely fucking mortified.

Apparently that dumbass saw the waves and thought it’d be fun to walk the plank. Every time the boat went down off the back of a wave, he’d jump, and somehow, he did this several times without actually falling into the water.

My grandma does not believe in showing emotion. After getting off the boat she was the maddest I’ve ever seen her. She ripped the keys out of her husbands hand, pushed him into the back seat, and drove him to the condo while the rest of us went out for dinner.

Quite frankly I wish he had fallen off the boat, and the captain had followed through. Because the next time we went to Hawaii, he spent a 9 mile hiking trip harassing different people to buy his mlm granola bars and vitamins since his “business” had just gone international…

Anyways… to answer the other question.

My parents believed that wine knowledge was an important life skill. So when I was like 12 I was allowed to have tiny sips of wine, and at 15, once or twice a week, I’d get a half glass of wine with dinner (occasionally more if I agreed to help my mom grade papers).

At 17 I was allowed to have alcohol whenever the family was drinking (so like if my mom made margaritas on a Friday night I would be allowed a margarita or two) so I wouldn’t go overboard when I got ahold of it in college.

Unfortunately this did not stop me from going overboard I just knew that 1) I could be very productive after 2-4 shots of rum and 2) the optimal “good time” range was 5-8 shots and that’s how I lowkey became an alcoholic until I discovered weed!

[casualoddities]

To keep my brain inspired I'm going to post the first section of my Anne of Green Gables/His Dark Materials fanfic. Hopefully if folk are interested I'll post it on Archive soon!

Work by me - Do not repost to another site.

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Matron Julienne had been the head of Hopeton Asylum for nearly a decade. Countless children had come and gone, being taken in by families or ageing out and leaving to take on whatever work they could find. Little surprised her by now and few children made a lasting impression. They reached back in the years in a shifting blur of subdued voices, cringing shoulders and lowered chins; their daemons shifting in an endless array of tiny, harmless and colourless creatures.

That was until Anne.

Anne…was a curiosity. Like some of the brighter children that came to Hopeton her daemon shifted from form to form in a bright flicker of Dust. The difference was in the sheer speed and variety that the little daemon took. A bright finch during Sunday School that trilled prettily along with the hymns. A loping hound during outdoor recreation. A tiny squirrel with a vibrantly red and bushy tail and a soft downy grey brush rabbit during sleep.

Matron Julienne could hear Anne before she laid eyes on the girl. That was common; the well intentioned doctrine of children being seen and not heard fell on deaf ears when it came to Anne.

“Oh Katie-Maurice! I saw the loveliest rainbow today. It was just after the rain shower and it was such a wondrous fracture of colours that I stayed for so long to drink in the splendour.” Anne had at that and she had missed the call in time because of it. Now Julienne understood Anne’s mild reaction to the scolding she had been given for her absent mindedness. Though she had to admit a sneaking sympathy of taking time to enjoy the beauty God shared with the world.

Seeing the girl quietly chatter away with her wavering reflection gave the Matron a disquieting sense of understanding of all lonely children and the ways they found to invent companionship. Anne wasn’t the first to create a companion out of nothing, an imaginary friend, their own shadow, or their own daemon. One canny lad had made tiny wooden figures of mice and badgers and carried them like talismans until he left the Asylum.

Anne was different in the way she was so enthralled in speaking to her reflection in the window, in a mirror or even in a puddle on the grounds. Her daemon always shifted so fluidly along with her recollections and moods that was beyond her age and it had been a factor in the girl being passed over for younger children whose daemons were pretty and conventional shapes of birds, cats or pups instead of wildly plumaged birds and graceful butterflies.

Anne had finally paused long enough for the Matron to clear her throat gently. The girl jumped and guiltily flushed. To her credit kept her one sided conversation quiet this whole time and none of the other children had been woken up.

“It’s high time you were in bed.” Julienne’s voice was soft and low with the careful touch of firmness and had to be used lightly with Anne when bringing her back to earth. Care had to be taken to reign her in and not crush her fluttering spirit.

Now that Anne took a breath from her chatter, she half caught a yawn before letting it slip out in a ladylike way. Julienne herded Anne to her cot, stepping silently between the rows of sleeping children. They had to get the latest batch of cots out from storage. Soon they would have to reach out again to donors and the church for supplies, bedding and some fabric beyond that awful wincey.

Anne’s daemon shifted fluidly into a fluffy grey cat blinking bright golden eyes before curling into a ball at her feet.

“Matron?”Anne wasn’t a hesitant girl; over the close to four months of living in an overcrowded asylum would have cured even the most shy child of waiting too long.

“Yes, child?” Julienne was tired and knew better to sometimes indulge children in talk but occasionally it did them good to confess or share something burdening their hearts. She wasn’t used to being stumped by most questions, less so by the way they were delivered.

“Do you think that if you wish on enough stars and dandelion seeds that your fondest wish will come true? More than having flowing ebony tresses or a lovely, puffed sleeve silk dress?” The sheer hope bursting from each word from Anne’s whisper was palpable in the air.

For a moment Julienne floundered; caught between old memories of wishing on falling stars and not wanting to quench the sparkling light in Anne’s eyes.

“God’s will is a mysterious thing Anne, if you are good, clean, and mind your elders then that is all we can ask.” she replied. A thought drifted in the back of her mind as her wood-pigeon daemon Pax, cooed softly. There had been an unanswered letter from Mrs. Spencer, who had written asking to adopt two girls; one for herself and one for a pair of siblings in Prince Edward Island. The Island was a beautiful place and Anne was a child starved for beauty, love and care. All things that were scant in Hopeton. Julienne would write the woman back tomorrow- perhaps Anne would do well for a choice.

Anne sighed, unaware of the Matron’s thoughts, and huddled into her cot. “I’ll try Matron, but oh, there isn’t much scope for the imagination in that!”

#lm montgomery #anne of green gables #fanfic firsts #fanfic #archiveofourown.org #his dark materials #daemons

[crack-a-lackin-max]

Little Angel

Summary : killer and angel take the bus home, have diner and get around for bed. chapter 3/? words: 2658 --ao3 link <3

They sat on the bench a few more moments till the bus arrived, and then he loaded up both of them and the bags onto the bus and sat down on one of the empty seats.

An older lady who had some knitting and a sandwich on her lap called over to the both of them. “K! Long time no see you rascal! What’s that little thing with ya? You didn’t bring a squirrel on to the bus, now did you?” Killer waved to her from across the aisle, “Vera, it’s good to see you! No no not a squirrel, meet my new little buddy. Their names Angel, found ‘em just this morin’ ” “Oh well let me get a look at ‘em!” she says.

Killer takes the bitty off his shoulder where they were half hiding in his hoodie. They look real nervous about this. “Now angel this is Vera. She's nice, rides the bus with me all the time. “ They look a little reassured at this, and killer holds them up a little in front of him so she could see them a bit better.

She squints a little at them and then looks surprised. “Well goodness they’re just a little ‘en! Not a critter at all, i thought you had some type of animal with ya K. well! I have never seen a tiny person like you. How do you do? K said your names Angel, that right?” They look back and forth between killer and vera uncertain, then works up the gumption to answer her. “Y-yes ma’am, my name's Angel. Im fine, thank you for asking” Vera grins at them, delighted by the bitty. “Well ain’t you just the cutest little thing! So polite too, where did you find them again K?”

“I found them by the bench down on third, you know the one next to the Wilson's house” killer said, bringing Angel back closer to his, putting them back on his shoulder so they could go back to hiding in his hoodie.

“Oh yes I know the one. Tell you what, I’m not one for gossip but i brought Miss Willson a pie almost a month ago and she Still hasn’t brought back my dish! Why if it was me I would brought it back within the week. I don't know about that family sometimes. And they planted red tulips next to their orange marigolds! Who does that?” Vera goes on, despite saying she wasn’t one for gossip she tells him about all the things she, in her personal opion , think people are doing wrong. And killer drinks it up, he loves petty trash talk like this, finds it very entertaining.

Angel sits on his shoulder, listening to them talk back and forth about people they don't know, they relax a bit when the attention isn’t on them any more.

The bus ride lasts around maybe 15 minutes, the route taking them through residential neighborhoods and by a few more stores. A few people get on and off at different stops. They bus stops at another residential neighborhood and Killer starts gathering the bags and standing up to get off, telling Vera bye first. “This is my stop you know Vera. always a pleasure talking, you always have the latest. Be seeing ya!” She waves at him as he gets off the bus, “be seeing ya! Bring around your little friend with ya, their nice enough”

“Sure thing, later!” he calls as the door to the bus shuts. He hold the shopping bags looped over his arms , and Angel on his shoulder. “My house is just down the street a little.” “Alrighty”

They were quiet, nervous. They were going to a new place with an almost stranger, and they didn’t know what to expect. Killer had been very kind to them so far, but would he keep being like this? Or would he start being more like their old owner? Guess they’ll find out. They don't have much of a choice, either go with him or stay by that bench and probably get eaten by an opossum or something. But even though they were nervous, they were also a little excited. He had been very nice to them. Bought them some clothes, was careful when he was carrying them and hadn’t grabbed them at all. Even got them a sweet roll, their old owner had never gotten them any sort of treats. Killer is more like what they thought having an owner would be like, like what they had heard about what a caretaker was supposed to be like at the center. He even talked to them like they were a person! Like just, chatted with them. They had never had someone do that.

Killer walked up the steps to his house, shuffling the bags to one arm so he could hold the banister for balance. Digging his keys out of his pocket to unlock the door and going into the house.

“Welcome to scenic my house! I'ma put away the food, they I’ll give ya the tour Angel” “Ok, can I help any?” Killer got to the kitchen and put the bags down on the table, and lifted the bitty off his shoulder and set them down on the table as well.

“Appreciate the offer small fry, but you can’t reach the cabinets or open the fridge. Don’ worry, I got it. You can keep me company though” “Oh, ok. Sorry” They stand on the table, rocking back and forth on their feet a little. “Nah, no ‘sorry’ s. You can’t help that your small so don't apologize for it” “Oh sorr-” They stop themself mid sentence, about to say sorry again. They flush a little, a bit embarrassed. Killer chuckles a little at that as he put away the food. and they join him to letting out a little relieved laugh once they see he isn’t mad or anything.

“Well I got everything put away, let me show you around now Angel” He lays his hand flat on the table next to them and hold it still waiting for them to climb on.

Once their sat down on his hand and have a hold of one of his fingers so they feel more secure he lifts his hand up in front of his chest and starts walking through the house. “Alrighty, so this is the kitchen obviously. And connected to it we have the living room” He walks into the living room. It has a couch and tv, and a few dead houseplants on a bookshelf.

“And then down this hallway we have my room, the bathroom and the guest room. I would let ya stay in the guest room, but it’s kinda permanently reserved for a few people when they visit. We’ll figure out your sleeping situation in a little bit, don’t worry”

They nod along with what he says, looking at the different rooms. “That’s alright, I wouldn't want to take someone else's room from them anyway. Also i don't think i’d even know what to do with a full sized room” they joke a little. “Yeah, like you should have your own space but a room that size would be,, a lot of space heh. Anyway, this here is my room. Feel free to come go into any of the rooms, except the guest room when we have visitors”

Killers room was messy, but like an organized type of mess. There were just ,,so many socks on the floor, why does one person even have that many? There's a bookshelf with a handful of books and some nick-nacks, and then a couple fancy looking knives. And then what must be at least 8 blankets on the bed, and an occasionally used walking cane next to the bed. They were surprised when he said that they could just go basically anywhere in the house. That’s just so much more free roam then they used to have, it just feels wild to them.

They look up at him, “really? I can just go anywhere in the house?” “Sure thing, don’t see any reason now to. Now, where you wanna be sleepin’?” “I don't know?” “Well, how about you crash on the couch for now, and then we can get something better set up later on?” “Ok, that sounds alright. Thank you!” “Sure thing, you hungry Angel?”

They were hungry, the ham an cheese roll up and sweet roll were nice but they were both little snacks. Before that they hadn’t had anything while they were waiting for their owner to come back.

“If it’s not a bother, then I am hungry yeah” Killer nods and starts walking towards the kitchen with them in hand. “Yeah i’m getin’ a bit peckish myself bud. Hm, what should we have for dinner? Lets see we got in the fridge. “ Killer sets them down on the counter top as he starts to rummage through the fridge and cabinets. “Ok,, it looks like we got some rice and veggies I could cook up, or I got some left over stew from last time big H was here, and then there’s some 'rritos in the freezer. What sounds good?”

They didn’t know who ‘big H’ was, but stew sounded pretty good. All warm and filling. “Stew sounds good” they tell him. “You read my mind half pint! I was feelin’ lazy and was thinking the same thing. All we gotta do is reheat it, it’s still in the pot it was made in and everything.”

Killer takes the pot of stew out of the fridge and puts it on low heat on the stove, stirring it a little.

“Now the real question is do we want cheese and garlic toast with this?” “If that’s an option, then yes!” they grin up at him. “You're so right, why wouldn’t we want cheese and garlic toast! Now do you think you’ll eat a whole slice or a half?” “How big is the bread?” Killer holds up a bread slice for them to see. “ I dont think I’ll eat even a third of that. Maybe like a ⅕ or ¼ of it.” “How bout this, I just make two slices. Cause I know i’ll want a whole one, then you can just eat what you want and I’ll just eat the rest. I love me some garlic and cheese toast”

Killer buttered two pieces of bread and sprinkles some garlic, rosemary and shredded cheese on them. Then put them into the convection oven, setting the timer for 7 minutes.

He had found a small teriyaki sauce bowl to use for them, all the other regular bowls are too big for the bitty. he didn't remember where he got it though, probably nicked it from the local chinese place down the block at some point. And he had found a small novelty spoon that was just the right size for them.

Once the soup is hot, and the toast is done he sets the food down on the table. “I cut your slice of toast into quarters so you could pick it up easier. Eat as much of it as you want, if you want more stew just tell me Angel” They looked over the food, eyes wide with excitement.

The stew had carrots, potatoes and corn floating on top and some beef, steam coming off of it in curls. And the garlic bread was warm and buttery with the edges crispy.

They dug into the food with enthusiasm, almost burning their mouth on the stew. Killer chuckled as he ate his own food, watching them demolish the garlic bread. they only ended up eating one quarter of the slice but they were really going at it. Killer let out a hum of contentment as he ate the stew. Man, he’ll have to try to remember to ask horror for the recipe cause dang this is good.

After the two of them finished eating, and killer had put the dishes in the dishwasher, it was now getting pretty late.

“That was really good, thank you K” the bitty says. “It was good wasn’t it. You wanna watch a show before we get around for bed?” They stretch their arms above their head as they let out a big yawn as they tell him yes, they have had a big day and now they are full of warm food. Killer smiles down at them, they won’t last through a episode before the go to sleep, best get all the sleeping things taken care of before the two of them even start a show. “Tell ya what short stack, how bout you go ahead and try on those new pj’s of yours and we’ll get your sleeping area set up, then we can watch a show” “Ok, sounds good to me”

They climb back up onto his hand as he carries them back to the front room to get the pj’s out of the shopping bags. Once the pj’s have been gotten he carries them to the bathroom to change. “I know you can’t open the door by yourself but I wanna give you some privacy to change. So I'm gonna leave the door open just a crack so you can get through and I'll go back to the front room, that sounds ok?” “Yeah! That sounds just fine” Killer sets them down on the ground with the bundle of clothes. He wets a washcloth with some warm water and gives it to them as well. “Heres this if you wanna wipe off any, call me if you need me Angel” “Ok thanks!”

Once he leaves the room they strip out of their old clothes and start wiping off, very grateful for the washcloth. They had felt kinda crusty from sleeping outside. Once they felt cleaner they put on the new pj’s, surprised by how comfy they are.

“Hey K? What should I do with my old clothes?” they ask once they get back up to the front room. “Oh I can just throw those in the wash, I need to start a load anyway” he holds out his hand for the clothes. He takes the clothes and puts them in the wash, starting a load of clothes with it. It was so small, it looked like doll clothes.

“Already, got that all squared away hun. I got a little sleeping area set up for ya while you were changing. It ain't much and we can get you something better in the future, tell me what you think?” He lifted them up onto the couch where he had put a pillow there to use as a mattress, and took a smaller throw blanket and scrunched up one end for a pillow and folded the rest over for a pillow. He set them down on it and they looked over it, it looked a lot more comfier than what they were used to. “It look great,, thank you” “Not a problem” he takes a finger and rubs the top of their head, messing up their hair.

Once the both of them are situated on the couch, killer starts flipping through different shows on the tv till he found one he liked. They ended up watching old star trek reruns.

And just like killer thought, they didn’t even last halfway through the episode before they fell asleep. They look peaceful while they sleep, that's good, they look nervous most of the time. And they somehow look smaller? Probably because they are curled up a bit. He kinda wishes he could just stay here and sleep on the couch with them, but it'd make his back hurt for the next few days.

He gets up and shuts off the tv and looks back at them. There is a bitty he found, sleeping on his couch. goodness, what has he gotten himself into.

He lets out a sigh and turns off the light and heads to bed himself.

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