#waste iguana

[fallouthomestaedau]

waste iguana

a common wasteland species and general pest, the wasteland iguana, a species found all throughout north America, is best known for how often they are food, either for people or predators,like young deathclaws, feral dogs, large birds and even very brave cats. waste iguanas are nearly at the bottom of the food chain. they feed primarily on radroaches, baby radsorpions, eggs, birds and plantlife, they often raid coops and gardens for an easy meal, which is a big part of how they became pests, another reason would be how fast they reproduce. waste iguanas lay 5-20 eggs every six months, these eggs take 90 days to 4 months to hatch depending on season and ambient radiation. young waste iguanas care for themselves from the day they hatch but will often stick close to their mothers till they are about a year old. male waste iguanas are highly territorial, often keeping territories that can be up a couple acres of land. males keep a harem of up to 20 females who nest in burrows all over his territory. waste iguanas are eaten in a variety of ways from soups and stews to grilled and fried, even their eggs are used in a variety of dishes. during the fall waste iguanas eat up to twice their body weight trying to put as much weight on as possible, as once winter hits waste iguanas hibernate in a communal burrow till spring when they emerge to feed and breed and lay eggs. there have been rumors of glowing iguanas in the glowing sea, revered by some of the children of atom cults. glowing iguanas have a radioactive bite and inedibal meat

#fallout species #fallout animals #fallout creatures #fallout fauna #fallout 4 #fallout fauna and flora #waste iguana #fallout food #fallout meat

[cxpperhead]

🍈 - How do they calm down when they are upset? Would they act differently trying to calm down in a group setting versus all alone?

Random Headcanons

Meditation is one method Copperhead usually finds himself falling back on whenever he wishes to calm down? Settling himself into a comfortable position, contorting his body in ways other people would think must hurt is what works for him, maintaining complicated positions while letting his mind drift. His breathing slows to a crawl, heart beating just a few times a minute for as long as he's in this state and it goes a long way in helping him regain control, especially after a bad lapse or stressful period where he feels control slipping. In a group setting, this would be much harder. In such a situation, Copperhead would sooner pull away, find a dark corner in which to to brood for a while. He's not the type to open up and talk about his feelings, preferring very much to remain solitary and it's hard for anybody to know whether or not he's upset, his face showing so little expression compared to most other people. The only outward signs of being upset Copperhead might show is his hood flaring, the tip of his tail ratting so hard his scales make audible sound. If Copperhead can, he'll disassociate from the situation altogether, soothing himself with gestures such as digging his claws into his palms or coiling up into himself.

#faultbound #memes ;; random headcanons #🐍 || headcanons #This sounded better in my head sorry #Copperhead frequently meditates #It's a good way for him to clear his mind and empty his head of unnecessary thoughts before a mission #Combined with contortionism it's theraputic both mentally and physically #Aiding in his physical abilities #Since he's alone most of the time he's at odds on what to do in a group setting #He'll definitely pull away and might even ignore people unless absolutely necessary #During bad lapses he might go back to drink and drugs #It would have to be very bad for that to happen though if he's blotting it out with getting wasted instead of meditation #drugs tw #drugs cw #Quick one before heading off to work for the night #Had a very lovely birthday btw thank you all for the birthday wishes! #I got a stegosaurus keyring some blue sweatpants an infinity necklace symbol and an iguana incense burner #It's coloured like Spiderman :D

[josephquinnswhore]

All It Takes

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader.

Summary: A close count with the infected has Joel forced to confront how he really feels about you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Content Warning: Joel’s kinda mean I guess lol, reader has a breakdown.

Note: heheh. Hi, it’s been a while. For my bae @cool-iguana. Just a tiny fic to hurt my feelings lol. Angst, comfort, Joel realising he loves reader. Infected attack.

A split second was all it took for you to realise your mistake, one that was too late to rectify. Fuelled by a growing hunger, the type that created an ache so deep it felt as it the emptiness of your stomach had grown claws, digging it’s claws into the surrounding organs.

They suppose they could blame the weather for the mishap; the snowstorm they’d unexpectedly been caught in was unrelenting. It was harsh, bitter. The feeling of their fingertips and toes was non existent, the shivering and teeth chattering causing a complete sense of irritation that she couldn’t contain.

Their cold hands were barely holding onto the gun, the end of the freshly warmed barrel from firing a shot had a small bout of a cloud exit the end of the barrel. Realisation had set in barely seconds after their actions; one infected.

One loan runner the two of them could’ve easily taken down without any need for the use of a gun, they knew it was both a waste of ammunition and putting them in danger of alerting their location of raiders or nearby infected.

Dissociation is strange—it’s harrowing and exhausting. It drags you back into your mind to force you to relive your mistake, while the physical body completely unaware of the clicker that had been lurking in a nearby building, seemingly dormant until the fire had been shot.

It was close, too close. The smell of rotting flesh, the terrifying shrill and speed of the infected as it ran straight toward her as she froze. Never once had they frozen before, always composed, articulated and calm. They could almost feel the teeth of the ravenous monsters desperation, dying for something to sink into, the closest part of you being the exposed skin of their neck.

The way their mind had encapsulated that moment and forced the torment on them had almost cost them their life. Unable to process the traumatic events of how close it had been that your life had been taken; so viciously, so quickly and undeniably their own fault. They ignore the ache in their limbs, blood running as cold as their skin in the worsening snowstorm.

Joel had barely managed to save their life, had barely managed to pull out his large hunting knife and find the strength and mobility in his frozen, stiffened and arthritic fingers to push the blade into the creatures head to save your life.

He had yelled, but it had gone unanswered; the same emotionless expression on their face unnerved him, how distant their eyes seemed to be from him. So he took it in his own hands to physically drag you to a small cabin, trudging through the thick snow, struggling to pull your dead weight behind him before shoving you into the small house.

Joel doesn’t say a word to them, just runs his aching fingers through his greying and now, freezing hair, his ears an uncomfortable shade of beet red from being exposed to the cruel winter storm. He watches them; how disconnected they are from it all, from him.

But he still can’t find it in him to shake off the rage, to bury it so deeply inside of him he could act like it never happened, but it did which means it could happen again.

That made you a liability, to yourself.. and him. The thought stung him. It made his heart swell with an ache he hadn’t felt before, in fact it only fuelled his rage, his fear.

“The hell was that back there? You ain’t ever done nothin’ so damn stupid in your life!” His voice is tight and wound up, he can’t stop the words from escaping his chapped and purple lips.

“You know the rules, shit, woman. The hell’s wrong with you? You lookin’ for a damn death wish or somethin’, for the both of us.”

The growl of his voice was so raw, so truly agitated she couldn’t help but feel herself pulling away, evermore present in his lecture than before.

It starts with one tear that slips without you noticing, then two.. you doesn’t bother to count them as they fall, your waterline mimicking a leaking tap, their cheeks are the basin sink as they catch the water that drips down them. The only thing they can think of is the saltiness of the tears and Joel.. better yet his anger, rage.. disappointment.

“Are you goin’ to speak? What the hell do you have to say for ya’self?”

Another beat of silence, she can’t bring herself to reply, to accept what just happened.

“You’re a liability, can’t have ya comin’ out on patrols with me anymore. I’m talkin’ to Tommy first thing when we get back.” His voice is firm, but much softer and defeated.

A.. liability? Is that what Joel saw her as?

It starts as a small fracture in the facade you’re putting up, then it cracks more deeply, pieces crumbling around her by the second until it shatters to their own feet that stand on the cool, slightly rotten and moss grown hardwood floors.

He was right, that’s all they were. A liability, a failure, a disappointment.

Liability.

Failure.

Disappointment.

Repeat. Liability, failure, disappointment.

You want to scream, to beg, to apologise, all that comes out is the choked up breathless and completely broken sob from your wet mouth. It catches his attention, how far you’d broken down, he hadn’t ever seen you like this before, so vulnerable, so weak. Perhaps he had been to harsh.

No. He knows he had, but he was scared—god he was scared shitless of losing you.

His long legs take large strides to get to you, two or three until he’s knelt down beside you, his large arms pulling you into his lap, rocking your trembling body back and forth, trying to offer some comfort after the grief he’d caused you.

He should’ve been gentler, kinder. As he was now, his large fingertips finding solace in her scalp, massaging small shapes as he plays with their hair, brushing it out of their face. As he looks down without obstruction from their hair, the sight breaks him, his small sweetheart curled up in his lap, lip wobbling and face red and swollen from crying.

You needed comfort, not reprimand.

“I-I’m.. s-so sor-ry Joel..” the crack in your voice is like a splintering dagger filled in acid straight into his heart, cracking his ribs and puncturing his lungs, leaving him breathless for a moment, guilty.

“Shh sweetheart, just let me hold you. I’ve got you, you’re safe with me.. I’ll always keep you safe, as long as you’re by my side.”

There was a tenderness in his voice, a sincerity that he had never shown before, he had a second chance and he wasn’t about to let that go to waste.

“I’ve got you sweetheart. You’re everything to me.” The mumble was half faded in the sound of blood rushing to your ears, but relaxed a bit in his arms as she understood what he was telling you.

I love you. I won’t let you go. I’ve got you.

You weren’t okay, not right now. But you would be.

#Joel miller #Joel miller fic #Joel miller angst #Joel miller comfort #Joel miller tlou #pedro pascal #pedro pascal as joel miller #tlou

[cuprohastes]

Uh-Oh

The human formerly known as Davce (The Human), currently running under the moniker of Phalanges Mittens, who was, for staffing purposes a two-meter-tall marsupial lizard of no particular gender paused and took a step back to look at the hardware that was causing issues.

Phalanges looked over at the equipment cart, repurposed to be the office of Cat Fantastic, a small, iguana-sized Atrix, and technically Phalanges spouse adjacent partner.

"Doing OK, Cat?" he asked and got a cheery "Graak" back.

Garfield, an actual Atrix looked amused and asked her little guy the same. "Doing Ok, Un-Named?" and got a "Grak?" from her natural pouch where her little guy was riding.

"Nobody asks me if I'm OK." said Dave The Human, an Adult female Tsin.

"Should have got yourself a Little Guy." Garfield told her good buddy cheerfully.

"Ugh. They're too big to fit in a pocket and besides my pet rat would get jealous." Dave stated, and checked, for the twentieth time, the schematics of the lump of scheming machinery.

"What about that dude who nearly ate number 43?" suggested Phalanges, shining a light behind the input pipes.

Dave tried to recall them "Oh yeah... nah, they're nice but a bit thirsty. I'm not planning on a family yet." she said. "I need someone who's less desperate to..." she looked around at the other four all of whom were legally Atrix, the least sexually oriented species known to breathe oxygen.

Even Phalanges, who's genetically human had never shown any interest in sex. "... less desperate." she said. "But I think I need someone who gets me on a more... Tsin level? No offence"

Everyone paused to consider this, apart from Un-Named Male who was asleep again.

Dave was a Big Female: The klunky translation of a concept for the Tsin gender of "The most female type of female", which culturally also carried the suggestion of being the sort of person who's in charge of everyone else: "She who shouts at everyone to clean their claws".

Tsin have at least four main genders. At least one gender is capable of swapping naturally. Dave's at the far end of the Tsin gender spectrum, biologically at least, and interpersonal relationships are complex when one's bestie girl-friend might spend too much time hanging out with you and accidentally swap to male. On the other hand (of which, Dave has four) Dave's picked a male name from a species that has two broad categories for biological genders and still managed to make things weird.

Everyone took a moment to consider this as they stared at the hardware giving them issues.

The Waste Organic Matter/Biologicals from Living Environments Recycling unit was supposed to scavenge through any organic matter that ordinary people left behind, and crack the compounds down into base blocks that could then be used to build up any other chemicals or compounds via one of the bio-reactors. Soap for example.

On a space station, this sort stuff is considered useful, since nobody wants to be hip deep in garbage and leftover food.

"We need this thing's full name." said Phalanges thoughtfully.

"Wot?" said Dave and Garf did the rippling colour display that was equivalent.

"It's human hardware. It runs on human rules, so if we knew it's full name I could call it out and it'd know it was in trouble."

Dave and Garfield, who both had degrees in Human Stuff gave each other some pretty hilarious side eye.

Phalanges pulled up the pitch shifter for the rarely used translator, and said "Squeap sqk qk sqwp, what do you think you're doing?"

Dave, startled by the use of her real, full name dropped her tablet and cringed, scales all folding flat, and her big hands coming up over her head as she pulled her small hands out of her front pocket and covered her muzzle.

Garf stared in amusement, cheeks and forehead rippling opalescently. Cat Fantastic peered from the little office that Dave and Phalanges had built him. "Graak?"

"No it's not sorcery." said Phalanges.

"Could have fooled me." muttered Dave. "Gods of the place, I see what you mean. Don't do it again, I'd have to murder you and not eat you." she muttered shaking her scales back out and patting the air down one handed to show it was meant lightly.

"Graaaaak?" asked Cat.

"Tsin eat people they like or admire, if they can, when they die. It's respectful." explained Phalanges distractedly.

"'S right." agreed Dave. "For example I wouldn't take a single bite of this squeap machine."

Meanwhile Un-Named Male who'd been disturbed form his nap, reached out unseen by anyone but Garf and pointed at the fuse panel: The fuses were fine but the wiring harness connector had been pulled half out.

Garf looked around and pushed it back with a surreptitious claw...

"I have an idea." she announced.

Garf picked up Dave's Tablet and looked at it. Then she planted herself in front of it, crossed her arms, and said:

"Waste Organic Matter/Biologicals from Living Environments unit model Zero Romeo Indigo November Zero Charlie Oscar, serial number... five dash two dash one nine seven three, what do you think you're doing? We were relying on you to do your job. You need to take responsibility for your role on this station! I'm not angry, I'm just very disappointed"

And then clicked the reset button.

She stood there with Un-named Male's nose hanging out of her pouch, Phalanges, Dave and Cat staring in surprise: Of course the recycler clicked and powered up.

"Good." declared Garfield, who passed Dave his tablet back and grabbed her tool bag. "I'm on break!" she called as she swaggered off.

"How the hell did she...?" said Phalanges, and Dave shrugged.

"I guess it really does run on human rules." she said.

#Tsin #Atrix #Dave the Human #Phalanges Mitten #Cat Fantastic #Station Stories #Humans being weird little guys #humans are space orcs #when you see it...

[princessphilly]

Sundress Season

Readers are race and size inclusive. Each one gets more and more smutty. You’ve been warned.

Tagging: @callsign-phoenix @wildbornsiren @hederasgarden @mayhem24-7forever @marvelousmermaid @newlibrary @ayohockeycheck @ahockeywrites @i-am-a-lost-girl16 @iguana-braces @lorecraft @callsignhurricane @a-reader-and-a-writer @hoe-on-the-range @skvatnavle @mrsroosterbradshaw02 @fuckyeahhangman @atthediscowithoutpanic @green-socks

Rooster

“Fuck me.”

You were there, a one shouldered brown sundress on your body, stiletto heel sandals on your feet that made your legs look extra long. And there was a pilot in front of you, first time back on the east coast in a while. Right now, he was staring at you like you were a glass of water and he was parched. Not what you expected but you were going to roll with it.

“Nice to see you too, Bradley. I thought you were staying in San Diego,” you replied, crossing your legs. You swear it looks like Bradley’s eyes were crossed as he stared at your legs.

Several moments passed and you smirked. Bradley finally replied, “You know I prefer it when you call me Rooster. Brad or Bradley only at other times. But yeah, I’m stationed in San Diego but I had to come out for Will and Stacy’s wedding.”

“How nice of you.”

You stood up, turning around and letting Bradley see the full effect of your dress. There was a strangled groan and you smiled to yourself. You had worn this dress on a whim, fully expecting to have wasted it but Bradley made your night.

Even though tonight was just a get together for Will and Stacy’s fellow UVA NROTC pals before the wedding, Bradley made sure he was by your side the whole time. And you teased him for it. It was fair game; he had been teasing you through the years with that perfect body. Now that you knew he was just as attracted, you were going to make him pay.

Well, that was your thought until you did Blow Job shots with a couple of other girls. Bradley’s eyes flashed brown fire and you found yourself pulled out of the hotel restaurant and into an elevator. Right now, as the elevator went up to your room, you had a Naval Aviator’s hand under your dress, his other hand holding your face as years of repressed attraction finally burst through.

Once you two were at your room, Bradley’s head was under your dress, his name on your lips. The next day, at the wedding rehearsal, you were deliciously sore and making plans for a trip to San Diego.

***

Bob

The purple sundress graced your curves, picked out by Bob this morning. The halter was the perfect support and you were wearing the light cotton thong Bob had picked out.

Bob was in a very playful mood. Part of you should be scared but you were excited. “No, take those off,” Bob said, holding a pair of brief panties. Not the sexiest and you frowned for a second. Then you saw what was in Bob’s other hand.

“Lieutenant Floyd, you are up to no good,” you gasped. Bob smiled at you wickedly, his slate blue eyes brimming with mischief.

Sliding the thong down your legs, you threw it at Bob. He picked it up and sniffed it as you put on the briefs. “I’ll do it myself,” Bob said before you pulled the briefs all the way up. He placed the egg vibrator into you, smirking as he realized you were already wet at the thought of the game. Then he pulled the briefs up, covering the vibrator.

The whole time at the barbecue you two were throwing, you tried so hard to focus on everything but the vibrating egg inside of you. But whenever you least expected it, your shy aviator made it go, turning you into a wet mess. Halfway through, you had to go to the bathroom because you could feel your slick on your thighs.

Like a stealth pilot he was, Bob followed you, locking the door behind him as you stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom. “You’ve been so good for me, letting me play with you. And you’re so fucking sexy in this dress.”

A hand pushed you down onto the sink as you felt cool air on your bottom. Your dress was flipped up, panties on the floor as the vibrations were turned up extra high.

“If you can cum without screaming in the next five minutes, I’ll let you top me tonight,” were the smooth words you heard before you shoved your fist in your mouth, the first orgasm already racking through your body.

*****

Hangman

Your blue dress rippled around your thick thighs as you swayed with each step. You looked good and felt good as you stepped into The Hard Deck.

Making your way towards the bar, a hard arm pulled you into a rock hard body. “Didn’t I tell you that this dress was for my eyes only?”

You smirked as Jake nipped your ear. The sundress had a dangerous slit and Jake’s fingers had found it already. “You know I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” Jake added.

“Hmm, that sounds like a Hangman problem,” you retorted, letting Jake guide you towards the back with his hand on the small of your back. Then he guided you outside of it, pulling you toward his truck.

Green eyes gleaming, Jake replied, “Darlin’, i love it when you get bratty.”

Then you were bent over and Jake whistled. You hadn’t bothered with underwear at all. Then there was a smack and you gasped. Then Jake spanked you again, admiring how your skin heated under his hands. At first, he was just going to punish you for disobeying. But he needed to mark his property properly.

Undoing his belt, Jake unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. Fingering his girl, he murmured, “Can you be quiet for me, darlin’? Or are you going to keep disobeying,” his Texan drawl intensifying with his arousal.

You shook your head as you felt two fingers curl right on your gspot. Jake’s ministrations and the high stakes of your position had you ready to go for him. And when he finally entered you, you gasped, pushing back.

“Love it when you fuck back on me, sugar. Yeah, this is your cock,” Jake harshly whispered as he fucked you hard. It was quick and rough, just enough for both of you to cum hard but quietly, Jake’s seed deep inside of your cunt.

Pulling your dress down, you licked your lips. Jake groaned as he pulled you close to him. “You look fucked out, darlin’. Now though, everyone will know who you belong to.”

#drabbles #smut #blurbs #top gun smut #bob top gun maverick smut #rooster top gun smut #hangman top gun #hangman x plus sized reader #hangman x plus size y/n #rooster x black y/n #rooster x plus size reader #rooster x y/n #rooster x you #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #bob floyd x y/n #bob top gun maverick #bob x you #bob x y/n #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x reader #Bob floyd x black reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #hangman x black! reader #hangman x black y/n #hangman x black reader #rooster x reader

[mageofseven]

MC Talking about Trauma they Experienced (Luce, Dia, Satan, Beel & Belphie)

Edit: this has been in my drafts for a while now. I started this one day when my depression was really bad and this was actually very therapeutic to write.

However, I got super emotionally exhausted from it and sort of abandoned it and since then, I've been debating whether to finish it, delete it, or post it as is.

After some thinking, I decided to add another character or so to the post and then post it.

Please, please check the trigger warnings below and do not read anything you can't handle.

Please protect yourself and always check for trigger warnings.

Now everything below this message is what I wrote originally that night.

Stay safe and if you do still read this, thank you for your time!~

~~~~~~~~~~

I wanted to write this because it's been on my mind; I'm autistic so I tend to have zero filter and over share things, but often in a nonchalant way, like I'm telling you about a cat I saw outside and not about things I talk to my therapist about on a weekly basis.

Basically, this is a post where MC shares bad memories (whether in an upset or nonchalant way) and we see how the Boys react.

So like, angst ahead, but the kind that might hit too close to home for some people.

I'll keep it all below the cut so you don't have to read anything potentially triggering for you if don't want to.

TW: physical abuse, emotional manipulation, child abuse, alcoholism, parents with anger issues

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Lucifer:

"MC, we're not having that for dinner for the 4th night this week."

"But...what will I eat then?"

The man sighed.

"I don't know. I'll have to figure something out." He told them. "Honestly, meal planning would be a lot easier without your food sensitivities."

The human stared into space, mind seemingly far away.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow before stepping closer.

"MC? Is something wrong, Love?"

"I'm remembering the time my mom slapped me on the face at a community barbeque in front of everyone there because she wasted money on buying me a ticket for an event without any food I could eat; I ran away and hid so I could cry and hyperventilate without people judging me."

His eyes widened.

"When did this happen?"

The human shrugged.

"I dunno. A few years back." They guessed. "I didn't get to have any food at all that day because my mom was so mad at me."

Lucifer took their hand and squeezed it.

"Well, you aren't with your mother anymore." The man smiled bitterly before adding. "I suppose we could just order pizza for tomorrow's dinner."

"No peppers? No olives?" The human asked, surprised.

"No peppers, no olives." He nodded.

"No iguana eyes? No anglerfish lantern?"

"None." He promised, despite knowing Beel's disappointment at the last two toppings not being on the pizza.

MC smiled and squeeze their boyfriend's hand back.

"Thank ya, Luce~"

The man's smile became softer.

He made a mental note to ask for Barbatos' help with finding more foods his Love can eat, but for now, the demon just didn't want MC thinking back on such horrible memories.

Like always, Luce just wanted to treat his Love how they deserved and not how they've always been treated.

Diavolo:

The two were discussing the prince's relationship with his currently deep-slumbering father.

It wasn't a topic Dia liked to speak about, but as his relationship with MC deepened, he found himself confiding in her with things he used to avoid discussing.

"...so in fairness, maybe we were never going to be close, considering the circumstances."

MC looked away, tears in their eyes.

"My Queen..." Diavolo brought his hand to their cheek. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to upset you with this."

MC shook their head.

"No, its not you." They told their boyfriend. "I just...I kinda relate in a a way..."

The prince brought the human into arms before kisskng their forehead.

"I can tell you have something in mind to share; you can share it with me."

MC was quiet for a moment before nodding.

"Once when I was a kid, we had a speaker come to class to teach us about child abuse. They handed out these pamphlets and explained to us that if our parents do any of the stuff that we talked about that day then we could call a number in the pamphlet..."

The demon tightened his embrace around them, not liking where this story was headed.

"I...I remember learning that a lot of stuff my parents did to me and my siblings was bad," They continued. "So I went home and told my parents that a speaker came to school and he told me that if they keep doing bad things and mistreat me that I could call the number on the paper..."

The human's tears fell down their cheeks, followed by Dia kissing them away.

"My Queen..."

"Ya know what they said to me?" They asked rhetorically. "They said 'Do it. I dare you'. Told me those people would take me and my siblings away, put us in foster care and split us up. That I would never see them or my brother or sister or my grandparents or anyone that I loved ever again...and told me they wouldn't even care, that they could just 'make another just like me' and that I would be responsible for my siblings' and my own suffering while my parents would just be happy to get rid of me."

The prince pulled MC into a tighter embrace as they cried.

"I wanted a good relationship with my parents so badly, but how do you become close with people who tell you at such a young age that you are replaceable and a burden they didn't even want?"

"You don't." He said softly in their ear as he stroked their hair. "Your parents were miserable people who never deserved having you as their child; they made sure of that."

The man leaned back to look them in the eyes.

"My Queen...I'm sorry you went through that. Please remember that you didn't deserve it though."

MC nodded.

"I...I know. Logically anyway...but it doesn't feel true, ya know?"

"Oh MC..."

Diavolo took the rest of the day off work, regardless of any urges or reminders from Barbatos.

This man wanted so desperately to comfort his beloved and heal the hole in her heart.

Still, the man knew there was not much he could do for the latter; this was just something his Queen had to work through on their own.

That wasn't going to stop this man from showering them love and reminding them just how perfect and sweet they are to him.

Satan:

Satan had gotten into an argument with Lucifer, resulting in one of his fits of rage.

They were so rare now of days; this was essentially the oldest bringing up the wrong thing at the wrong time and pushed it too far

Causing Satan to destroy half of the living room and the two 'brothers' screaming at one another.

This went on for a while till the two men noticed the human in the corner hyperventilating.

That knocked the blonde out of his anger real quick as he raced to their side.

Lucifer allowed the argument to pause for now, considering the human's condition, and so left them be.

Eventually, MC calmed down enough and launched themself into their boyfriend's arms.

"I'm sorry..." He spoke softly into their ear. "I shouldn't have lost control like that...especially in front of you."

MC shook their head within his arms before sniffling.

"It's not you..." They mumbled. "When the crashing started...I-I just...I didn't see you...I didn't see House of Lamentation..."

"What do you mean, Kitten?" He stroked their hair before pulling back to meet their eyes.

"I...I was in my head." They explained. "It reminded me of a time when I was a kid...my dad was drunk and got angry at my little brother. I...didn't see what happened, but I heard curses and crashes and my brother begging him to stop...and I didn't save him. I didn't save him. I hid in the kitchen and sobbed with my arms over my head, begging for him to stop in my mind but not being able move or even speak..."

"Kitten..." Satan hugged them tightly to his chest again. "You're not there; you're here with me and you're safe."

"But my brother--"

"You would have just gotten hurt too." He told them. "You were a child just trying to to survive. It's not your fault."

"But--"

"It's not your fault." He repeated.

This time, the human just closed their eyes and hung their head.

Satan picked them up and carried the human to their room; the...scare, I guess you could call it, had really tired his partner out.

He laid his Kitten on their bed and kissed their forehead.

Satan vowed to never himself lose control in front of them ever again.

Even if this time it had less to do with what he did and more about something they experienced long ago, the wrath demon needed to keep himself in check so he never brought such bad memories to his Kitten's head again.

Beel & Belphie:

The human went on a walk with the twins and, as per usual, Beel made a stop at Madam Screams to get a few dozen pastries.

Beel carried all of the bags of sweets himself and, no matter how often MC saw him carry so much food and never drop any of it, it still amazed the human.

"Dang, that's even more than yesterday..." Belphie commented. "Did you already spend all of your grimm this month?"

"Almost." The gluttony shrugged, still not dropping a single bag.

Suddenly, MC's steps slowed till they were frozen in place.

"-C? MC?" Belphie called to them.

The human slowly raised their gaze up at the men.

"You okay, Muffin?" Beel asked, concern evident on his face.

MC nodded.

"I was remembering one of the fights my parents had when I was a little kid." They explained calmly. "My dad spent over a $1,000 at the bar in a week 'cause he kept buying his friends drinks. Mama told him that he can't keep doing that because they were barely able to put food on the table as things were; Dad yelled at her for telling him what to do and Mom yelled back that she hopes he ends up dead in a ditch somewhere--what?"

The human was genuinely confused by the two demons, who stared at her with a mix of shock and pity.

Belphie shook his head.

"Let's just get home, butthead."

And with that, both twins wrapped an arm around them protectively

Causing Beel to drop two of his bags.

Still, the tallest demon never looked back as he and his brother took their human home, a place where hopefully better memories will come to their mind.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #TRIGGER WARNING #pleass be careful #⚠️

[lucienthe-best]

🍰Sneaky Butler 🍰

Summary / The brothers and mc where invited to the royales castle and things took a turn for the best for Mc and there love interest

Barbatos x reader

Knock knock… the silence of my room was quickly by someone or something at the door.

"Who is it?" I said, looking away from my phone.

"Mc we've been invited to Diavolos castle for dinner, get ready, we are leaving in 1 hour" just by the tone of voice I knew who it was. The tall black haired and busy guy Avatar of pride Lucifer also known as morning star on his angel days. I didn't waste time. I wanted to go and make a good impression on the prince and his handsome butler. I wanted to wear a red dress, Asmo the avatar of lust and in my opinion the guy who thinks everything means it is him who anyone is talking about. But I saw a black dress with a dark green bow on the waist and put it on since it looked better for the occasion. I waited for the brothers at the front door as they got ready one by one.

As we made it to the castle Lucifer told us to be on our best behavior since he didn't want to disappoint Diavolo. As we made our way in the castle we were greeted by The Mighty Barbatos, the prince's most trustworthy butler. He then walked us to the dining room. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, the way he walked, the way he talked, the way he did anything such as even being near me made me melt.

"Right this way." Barbatos said, making me snap back to reality. "Thank you " was all I could say to the butler opening the door for us to walk in. That's when we saw two angels chatting with a human. The angels were Simeon and Luke who happened to be invited and brought Solomon with them after in a little chit chat with Luke, Barbatos heard it was Solomon's day in charge of the cooking.

Everything was going smoothly and everyone talked and even when the prince himself came in it was all calm going smoothly. Of course the butler was nowhere near this as he was the one who was cooking. I decided to pay him a visit since I know it's hard to cook for a lot of people. As I made my way to the kitchen the butler looked at the direction of the door as I walked in.

" I'm sorry I'm taking so long, Miss Mc dinner will be served in a few minutes" the butler said as he stirred something.

"It alright I just came by to see if I could help on something" I said as I made my way next to him. Something in him wanted to say no but the other wanted to say yes just to spend time with Mc.

"If you insist you can go get me some flour from under the cabinet behind me" Barbatos told us not to make eye contact so the frosting he was making didn't go to waste. AS I made my way to the counter I opened the cabinet and saw seed flour, hellfire flour, iguana flour and spicy flour. I didn't know which one to pick so I looked back at Barbatos to ask him which one and I was surprised to see that he was already looking at me and looking away as we made eye contact.

" The hellfire flour please." Barbatos said as he put the bowl down so he could get another one for the flour. I went ahead and grabbed it and there was a little bit of pink on his cheek. I wonder why and that's when I remember. I was bent down, behind him, in a dress, AND I DIDN'T WEAR SHORTS. Just the thought made me blush. He could see my underwear. I literally flash him.

"Mc?" His voice smacked me to reality. I wanted to say I was sorry but it would have made it more embarrassing. "Yes? " I told him in the best calm voice I could pull up.

"Could you pass me the flour" I still had the flour in my hand while all of this was happening. I gave it to him and started to mix the frosting for him while he prepared the pastries. I then realized I could take advantage of the situation. I look at him as he places some ingredients on the bowl. I walked behind him and gave him a hug from behind.

"Hm? What's this? " He stopped his tracks as I started to move my hands to his vest buttons. He turned me around to face him and he pinned me to the counter. "Is this really the reason you came? " he moves his hand down to my hip "to seduce me?" The heat of his breath was near my neck and it sent shivers down my spine but I enjoyed it. He started to lower his hand again now under my skirt, I couldn't help but to mumble something that caught his attention.

"What did you say? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you. How about you speak louder" the grip now on my inner thighs became more possessive and more aggressive. I looked to my left and saw something and I returned my view to him and just about as he opened his mouth I let something in his mouth. Now my fingers in his mouth cover in frosting and his own salvia.

"How does it taste?" I said in a giggle as he was as surprised as I was when he turned me around. He giggles with me when he grabs some frosting and places it on my cheek.

"Hey! " I place my index finger on the frosting. "Oh my bad you move, let me help you" he then moves forward and licks the frosting off my cheek. That made me as red as the hellvish tomato he was cutting a few minutes ago. Then he lifted his weight to watch me from on top of me. It was clear that not only he was enjoying this, he was taking advantage of it.

"Looks like I missed a spot" then he proceeds to suck my index finger. “If a kiss is all you want, why don't you ask for it, no need to get messy” he leaned forward and kissed my lips that moment was something I didn't want it to end his warm lips touching mine he hand getting tiger the more he dug his tongue into me. When something caught both of our attention you could hear yelling and things being thrown outside these walls. He pulled away looking at the kitchen door.

As soon a word was about to exit my mouth he let go off me and lower my skirt and clean my hand with a napkin and the door of the kitchen open. Barbatos quickly move from on top of me and made his posture and face the door of the kitchen.”Yes, my lord?” Now standing there was the prince. “Barbatos I'm sorry to take this moment away from me but could you help me?. Looks like Lucifer found out that Mammon stole Lucifer's wallet while he was working.” Diavolo now stands looking at the scene of his butler who is covered in messy red lipstick. Barbatos now walking to Diavolo grabs a napkin from his pocket and cleans his face maintaining his pace as he walks.

“Yes young master” as he walks behind Diavolo. As he walks behind him he turns around to look at me. “Mc, would you be kind enough to finish the pastries?” He said with a very loving eye I could stare at them all day long. That when he snapped his finger and that took me to reality “yes sir” really sir that's all i could come up with at least he walked away with a smile. I wonder what else he likes being called.

Hi this is my first post I hope you guys enjoy it if not I'm sorry but I am taking suggestion of other obey me characters. Now barbatos isn't a character I interact that much so I did try my best and if you guys want a second part I would gladly do it.

#obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me sfw #obey me diavolo x lucifer #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me brothers #obey me angels #obey me royals

[neep-neep-neep]

i don't know which young person needs to hear this but you will *not* build a gaming rig delivering with doordash. that ad is strictly for the birds. you will waste gas money and put miles on your car and get $4 tips if that. i didn't even need to worry about fuel as I was on a bike and live in a big metropolitan area and i made maybe $30 a day if i completely exhausted myself. the "we'll give you $200 if you finish 25 dashes by Sunday" bait texts they send is just going to make your weekends bleak and exhausting listen PAINT. SCULPT. KNIT. WRITE POETRY. SEE YOUR FRIENDS. HOLD HANDS LOOKING AT A SUNSET. RESEARCH FACTS ABOUT MARINE IGUANAS. FUCK AT A CONCERT (SAFELY). DO TAEKWONDO. SLEEP. there is so much hustle culture grind mindset built different bootlicking capitalism rhetoric in those ads, and it's so dystopian that companies are advertising jobs as something you should do in your spare time. side hustle these titties

#doordash #uber #gig economy #capitalism #if you must do it maybe once a year if you need money around the superbowl that's the only time the money has looked almost worth it

[oswlld]

A TALAY WEB WEAVE/CHARACTER ANALYSIS — vice versa (2022) ⪢ requested by @talays-portkey

abigail dewitt, when writing fiction hurts the people you love || t.s. eliot, the confidential clerk || vincent van gogh, letter from vincent van gogh to anthon van rappard June 1882 || margaret atwood, the woman who could not live with her faulty heart || franz kafka, letters to milena || curlzformetal, my collection the language of strangers || marya hornbacher, wasted || e.m. forster, maurice || anaïs nin, the diary of anaïs nin, vol. 1 || michael gray, i think love is something that happens to other people || zen cho, the four generations of chang e || kazuo ishiguro, when we were orphans || terry pratchett, a hat full of sky || tennessee williams, the night of the iguana || warsan shire, when i love

#vice versa #vice verse the series #viceversaedit #web weaving #sea tawinan #asianlgbtqdramas #mine: edits #samblr #todramaism #usersarawatine #touseranna #userhanjiwoos #tuserhidden #tusersilence #tuserjackie #tuserchlo #userjaehwany #userlotad #mostlyfate #tosnimeat #vishingwell #userbillkin #userconcrete #tonanons #usernuria #userkit #hipranparakul #mjtag #i said 'feels weird to have a weekend of no quote hunting' #and then vish said 'bet.' so here we are gkdlfjg

[dracocheesecake]

THOUGHTS ARE BREWING ABOUT REWRITING KFP4

Brace for impact cause I’ve been ruminating for weeks on how to redo it because like, there’s so many directions you could take it. BUT IM THINKING OF AN INTERESTING WAY TO REWRITE THE CHAMELEON AND AUGHHH I MUST BLAB

Cause obviously it’s a bullshit thing that her excuse for being evil is that she wasn’t allowed to know kung fu because she’s too small. We all know its dumb with Shifu, Mantis, and literally Master Chicken existing. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT ISNT STUPID? The womanly coded rage of “I don’t need to be good, I need to be GREAT” and like sure its not like a characteristic of female rage but when that thought process is within a woman it takes on a whole different kinda tone compared to a man. Miss Chameleon who, while living in a universe where there isn’t really overt sexism, still feels overlooked by all the men around her.

In my rewrite of her story, not only would she have known kung fu, but she would have been a master herself. But her problem (like the running themes of all the kfp villains which ties her to the bunch we’ve seen already) is that she wants for more than is her lot in life. Her flaw is that she can’t live in mediocrity. She can’t accept that the skills she has developed are the best she’s ever going to get. Especially when it’s not garnering the same attention from others the way Master Ox or Master Bear have. It develops this intense superiority complex and innate jealousy within her that she feels she pales in comparison to her colleagues. Which leads to her trying to copy their styles. It doesn’t work, people shame her for trying to be a copycat.

So, she tries a different approach, and see if there’s any new skills she can develop. And wouldn’t you know, she’s heard of all the tales of Master Oogway and his spiritual powers and you know, he invented Kung Fu and is known and loved far and wide, so he had to have done something right! So, she tries to learn chi. She fails. Or, in her mind, she fails. It’s not as strong as she wants it to be, again, working but living in mediocrity. She wants to stand out, she wants to shine.

So, Master Chameleon disappears mysteriously from the kung fu world. Nobody knows where she went or what happened to her, but her village checked her training grounds and all of her pupils (the iguanas/lizards we see fighting for her) are just. Gone. Deserted.

That’s when she pops up in Juniper City. A place that doesn’t know anything about kung fu or its masters, a city she can make entirely for herself. She presents herself to the government/council, introducing herself as the solution to all the crime running rampant through the place, and proves herself by actually showing off her intelligence and skills at apprehending and beating the criminals. It’s not long before she’s hailed as a savior to the city and has the council paying tribute to her and building her her own fortress so that she can train others (in reality, she makes her training intentionally too cruel on the people in the city who volunteered to learn to discourage them so she could sweetly suggest she ask her pupils back at her side) to defend the city more strongly.

She’s basically the kingpin of the city now. She’s manipulated the council into doing whatever she wants. And all along she’s making deals with the criminal overlords for more money and glory and such. The only ones who don’t bow to her is The Den, due to their structure being more familial rather than hierarchal. They fought a lot because of this power struggle, and similar to that drabble you wrote, The Chameleon would be brutal, taking the lives of their friends and such, to the point where the neutral point is Han taking what’s left of his community under ground to keep them protected, and Chameleon considers them too puny to waste her time when she’s got bigger goals.

Namely, Zhen. Zhen was a consequence of all the fighting done, the last victim from The Den so to speak. Only, the little fox wasn’t killed. Similarly to the movie, Chameleon notices her drive and skill and decides she’s worth the time to apprentice, and she needs something to busy herself with, because in the meantime, she’s basically inventing sorcery.

Using chi the way it has been used didn’t work for her. But she heard through the grapevine about Po’s battle with General Kai, how he perverted chi for his own gain, which gave her an idea. She wasn’t going to do it the way Kai had, she didn’t just want the power of their energy, she wanted to take everything from everyone who thought they were above her. Their soul, their skills, their everything. This thought process leads to her true plans and motivations: to be the only kung fu master.

She’s still having some troubles working out the kinks of her sorcery while she trains Zhen, grows close to the little fox. Only, Zhen isn’t like her other students. She’s trained them to be competent, sharp and know their jobs, but Zhen was pushed farther, and took things farther. And once again, that burning jealousy took root in Chameleon as she saw her pupil flourish more than she originally thought capable. There was pride of course at first, molding Zhen to her ideals and image. But the fox turned from student to competition as she began to experiment with her own style. In turn, Chameleon experimented on her. Zhen wasn’t expecting it, but when called to her, Chameleon threw her beta tested move at her…and it worked. That trick we saw in the movie, only it took everything from Zhen, and by the end of it…there was nothing left of her. All of her spirit, skills and even appearance was given solely to the Chameleon. She can only shapeshift into the people she’s absorbed in my rewrite. She hadn’t fully expected it to work, and a small, miniscule part of her felt guilty for doing that to her dearest little pupil who trusted her so blindly. But it opened a gateway for her.

And yeah! I won’t go into everything because I’ve talked so very much but omg I needed to get this out. And it’s necessary, because there are two running themes with kfp villains: they are greedy for more in some twisted goal, and they end up hurting somebody very close to them, there’s always betrayal somewhere. Tying that into her story makes her feel like she’s an actual villain of this universe in my head.

(Sorry this took so long to answer I had to get my thoughts together because OH BOY-)

Holy smokes this is all genuinely so, so good and a hundred times better than what we ended up getting. Because first of all: you turned the Chameleon into a character, instead of just a villain. Not to mention you gave her a motive that gives her complexity and makes her actually interesting (and the audience can't justify, but understand why she's doing what she's doing!). AND YOU MADE HER SCARY! An actual, serious threat! That imagery the description of poor Zhen's fate this conjures is spine-chilling. I wouldn’t mind seeing this version of the Chameleon on screen!

Also the way it actually follows the lore and continuity of the previous movies in a way that makes sense! The running theme of "being the best you you can be"- in this sense, her version is a twisted version of Po's journey; wanting to be the best version of herself...at the cost of all others! I could go on, but yeah this is an awesome rewrite idea!!!

#sorry this took so long! #thank you for the ask! #kung fu panda #kung fu panda 4 #rewrite #kfp4 #i could ramble further but dang #this was so much better than what we got in the movie 😔 #good lord the Chameleon could have been so amazing

[arielskylanddefender]

I thought I can draw this for my brother and now he hates it because I drew him as a iguana, but he’s have his tooth pull because he’s drinking too many pop, and he’s actually wasn’t happy through this month for going to had to drink a lot of water for now on what mom is doing. And he’s have high blood pressure, well I’m not wasting this character I guess I give him a name even my brother don’t like my art that much of drawing something gif him to make him feel better of course he’s a bit of grumpy reasoning. I hope you guys like it!

#little nightmares #artists on tumblr #littlenightmares #art #drawing #this looks amazing #little nightmares 2 #beautiful #my art #amazing #oc character #my ocs #ocs #oc art #oc #original character #digital art #digitalart #digital drawing #drawings #artistic #artwork #siblings au

[ask-a-vetblr]

What is it about turtle care that makes it so tricky for people, and can common husbandry problems be avoided w proper preparation and education? Or is it more of a “funds and resources” thing, where most of the equipment and supplements for giving a pet turtle good QOL is hard to find and too expensive for an average household?

vet-and-wild here.

There are a few things. For one, if we're talking turtles specifically, the most common species are semi-aquatic (sliders and painted turtles). Meaning, they have water quality/aquarium management as an added component of their husbandry. It's actually quite complicated. Add on the fact that turtles produce A LOT of waste and are usually kept in enclosures that are way too small and you have a recipe for water quality issues. Most turtle species get bigger than people expect. I recommend at least 10 gallons per inch of shell. I have red eared slider patients that are easily 10-12 inches. Most people don't have a 100+ gallon aquarium.

Larger tortoises have a similar problem. Unless you live somewhere where you can keep the animal outside year round (or mostly year round), it's really hard to get an enclosure large enough for a 50lb+ sulcata.

Proper UVB is a problem with basically all reptiles. I find that nowadays most people realize they need something, but they end up not changing the bulb often enough or with a bulb that doesn't really give off enough UVB. tbh pet stores SUCK about explaining UV properly. I have so many owners that are genuinely trying and think they have the best product for their pet, because the pet store told them they just needed one bulb. It's very frustrating.

Diet is another factor. People don't realize what an appropriate diet is for most chelonians. Again, this is an issue across species. Usually, sliders and painted turtles get fed just animal protein (they are actually omnivores) and tortoises end up fed nothing but lettuce, carrots, and random fruits. We see tons of calcium and vitamin deficiency because of this.

Hydration is once again an issue across species. People tend to neglect humidity. For whatever reason it seems unimportant in comparison to other husbandry parameters, but it's actually super important. Chronic dehydration is a major issue in captive reptiles and thought to be under diagnosed. In chelonians, this often manifests as bladder stones. Really, really big bladder stones. I removed a clementine sized stone from a sulcata once, and it was awful for everyone.

I would say many of these issues can be avoided with proper education, like other species. However, I don't think there are any beginner turtles or tortoises. They're very hardy, which may seem great but more often than not we end up with a chronically ill animal that we now can't fix because there's 5, 10, even 20+ years of bad husbandry. I genuinely had to look up what a healthy box turtle looked like the other day because it's been so long since I've seen one that wasn't deformed. I forgot what they're supposed to look like. Yet I'm seeing these animals that, according to their owners, have been "fine" for years or decades. In reality, they have been chronically ill for decades and have just now lost the ability to compensate.

There are some species, like sulcatas, that just don't belong in most households. In the same way that large lizards (i.e. iguanas, water monitors, etc) and large snakes (i.e. burms, retics, etc) can be well cared for, a large turtle or tortoise can be too. However, the vast majority of people do not have the space or resources to do it, and should not own them. Most people can find the knowledge and resources to care for something like a box turtle, but it does take a ton of research, time, and effort, so most people don't get it right.

#vet med #turtles #tortoises #husbandry #reptiles #exotic pets

[thehighpriestess22]

2023

Last year I made a post with 3 lists that I wanted to complete by the end of the year, and I want to do the same thing for 2023 but on a bigger scale. I want to push myself to achieve, experience and enjoy more in life.

Life is short and I have unfortunately wasted a lot of it by being a home body... for 2023, I want to push myself to be out and to make memories and fulfil life!

So below I have new lists that I want to be able to complete by the end of 2023.

Meet New People... 1. Natalia at work 👧🏻 2. Bobby at work 👧🏻 3. Brandon & Faith 4. My Uncles Girlfriend 5. Charlotte at work 👱🏻‍♀️ 6. Karby’s Fella 🙋🏻‍♂️ 7. Ryan - New Manager 🙋🏼‍♂️ 8. Joe D - Colleague 🙋🏻‍♂️ 9. Kirsty - Colleague 🙋🏻‍♀️ 10. Heidi - Colleague 🙋🏻‍♀️ 11. Chris - Colleague 🙋🏻‍♂️ 12. Colleen - HR 🙋🏼‍♀️ 13. Freddie and Ella 14. Ant and Lilly 15. Luke and Lauren Notes:

Go Out... 1. Wagamama with BF and S.I.L 🍲 2. Chelmsford - Boom Battle Bar with BF and S.I.L 🎯 3. Kervan Kitchen with BF and Big E 4. Las Iguanas at the O2 Arena 🍸 5. Harrow Pub with work lot 🍷 6. Harrow Pub with In-Laws and BF 🍷 7. Drill Pub 🌞 8. Turtle Bay in Romford 🍹 9. Giggling Squid in Brentwood 🍷 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

New Places... 1. Boom Battle Bar 🎯 2. Cleveland Clinic 🏥 3. Marley’s I’m Hornchurch 🍷 4. Dad’s Flat 💫 5. Jon’s Apartment 💫 6. Elley’s House 💫 7. Vicky’s New Flat 💫 8. New Office in Peterborough 🏢 9. Premier Inn in Peterborough 🏨 10. Hilton Hotel in Derby 11. London Zoo 🦓 12. Clacton Beach 🏝️ 13. Turtle Bay in Romford 🍹 14. Giggling Squid in Brentwood 15. Stanford Cricket Club 🏏 Notes:

Birthday Celebrations... 1. Mum’s Birthday Dinner 🥳 2. Sister In Laws Birthday Drinks and Meal! 3. Cousins 24th Birthday Meal 🥘 4. Putt-shack and Las Iguanas for Dads Birthday 🎉 5. My Birthday Breakfast 🥞 6. My Birthday Dinner 🍽️ 7. M.I.L’s Birthday Dinner 🤩 8. Granddads Birthday dinner and cake 🎂 9. Boyfriends Birthday 🥳 10. S.I.L’s Boyfriends Birthday Drinks 🍺 11. Tanya’s Birthday dinner and Drinks 🍹 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Things That Made Me Happy... 1. I was the the 2nd top earner in the company today! 🥳 2. Lost over half a stone so far in Jan 💪🏼 3. Achieved a 22 hour intermittent fast 💃 4. Started redecorating my bedroom 🎨 5. Finding out Demi is pregnant 🤰 6. Spending Easter Sunday with family 🐣 7. I was asked to be my Nieces and Nephews Godmother 🩵 8. I’ve lost over 2 stone 🙌🏼 9. My new Pandora ring from BF 💍 10. Seeing my Sister after months of not seeing her ♥️ 11. My sister bringing Sonny home 🐶 12. Finding out my cousin is pregnant 🤰 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Things I'm Grateful For... 1. Elleys recovery from her car accident 💖 2. My Godson 👦🏼 3. My job and the people I work with 💙 4. Mine and my families health 🫶 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Dates With BF... 1. Lakeside and Las Iguana’s 🍔 2. Figo in Brentwood 🍕 3. Nando’s in Hornchurch 🍗 4. Drill Pub for grub and a few drinks 🍺 5. Alex’s Italian restaurant in Hornchurch 🍝 6. Wagamama in Romford 🍜 7. Marley’s for our 6th anniversary 🥰 8. Nando’s in Hornchurch 🍗 9. Drill Pub / Day Drinking 🍸 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Pamper Myself... 1. Got my nails done 💅 2. Got my eyebrows done 👀 3. New set of acrylics 💅 4. Bath with bath oils, a bath bomb and a book 📖 5. Shopping and infills done with mum 💕 6. Dyed my hair 💆🏻‍♀️ 7. Got my nails done 💅 8. Got my hair dyed and cut 💃 9. Bought new makeup and skin care 👄 10. Got my nails done 💅 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Books I Read... 1. I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jeannette McCurdy 📖 2. The Idea Of You by Robinne Lee 👓 3. It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover 💖 4.Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover 💙 5. It starts with us by Colleen Hoover ❤️ 6. Verity by Colleen Hoover 💫 7. Cat Lady by Dawn O’Porter 🐱 8. Hex and The City 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. Notes:

Movies And Series I Watched... 1. Ginny and Georgia 2. Ghost Busters 👻 3. Smile 🤪 4. Clarkson’s Farm 🐑 5. Station 19 🚒 6. Quiet Place 2 👹 7. Call The Midwife 🤱🏻 8. Mood Fall 🌔 9. The Tomorrow War 👽 10. Fury 🔫 11. Drive 🚘 12. Raya and the Last Dragon 13. Princess Diaries 14. Princess Diaries 2 15. Wizards of Waverley Place Notes:

#2022 #2023 #list #achievements #goals #15 #happy #motivated #positive #positive mental attitude #stay positive #love #family #boyfriend #movies #music #books #read #bookworm #dates #new people #new places #birthday #celebrations #memories #work #make up #insurance #Essex #Chelmsford

[mable-stitchpunk]

Going Home in a Box- Chapter 44: Teaser

The security door rolled open and revealed a long and narrow passageway. Though this didn’t immediately suggest this was the wrong way either. It looked to be a hallway in what could’ve been a warehouse, considering that the light revealed the end of a conveyor. Though it also revealed that the passageway went on for a while down, and it did at least somewhat resemble a maintenance area with tires stacked directly to the left.

“…I think this might be the way to go,” Marionette offered.

“I think you’re right. At least it’s going somewhere,” Mike agreed. He shined his light around before it landed on what looked like a mural to the right. “Take a look at that.”

The picture was of an endoskeleton of some variety knelt down in front of a boy sitting on a chair. The endoskeleton had a first aid kit and was holding its thumb up while the boy had a Band-Aid on his knee.

Marionette admired the mural with a hum before coming to his own conclusion. “This is the right way. Endoskeletons were always a fixture of Freddy’s Parts and Service, and Jake warned us about them,” he said. He began to lead the way down the passage. “Follow me and keep close.”

“I always do,” Mike agreed. The mural wasn’t off-putting, but the idea that they were walking into endo territory was. He waved for Gregory to come up beside him, which he did.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” Gregory asked.

“No, but if I’m wrong, we can always hike back.”

Gregory frowned at that. “That’s just going to be a big waste of time! Freddy’s could be in danger,” he reminded.

“I know, and we’re going to find him. We just can’t let ourselves get lost down here. One trip down the wrong tunnel and we could end up on the other side of this place,” Mike said coolly. The last few years of working with children had made him more patient with them. Especially when he had dealt with children much louder and angrier than Gregory was.

While he still frowned, Gregory didn’t continue arguing. He knew that he did have a point. This place was huge; if they got lost they would never find Freddy.

“Cold?” Mike asked. He had been so busy looking out for danger that he hadn’t noticed how tightly Gregory kept his arms at his sides.

“A little. I’m okay,” Gregory quickly said.

Mike unzipped and shrugged off his jacket before handing it over. “Take this. I don’t want you getting sick on my watch,” he offered with a smile.

Gregory stared at his shirt for a long minute- and the picture of an iguana stretched on a beach chair with a Hawaiian backdrop the words ‘Lounge Lizard’ underneath- before reminding him, “I’m still pretty wet.”

“More reason to put this on,” Mike said. He shook the jacket temptingly.

“…Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you if it gets all funky,” Gregory said. He took the jacket and pulled it on. It was too big for him, but it was warm, and kind of covered up the cholerine smell.

#Mike Schmidt #Marionette #The Puppet #Gregory #GHIAB #Update #Teaser #Chapter 44

[wastelandhell]

Ah in that case might i suggest just running around in a BOS themed pair of underwear, while swinging an iguana around while tripping balls on Psycho? instead of just wasting ammo like that.

#asks

[epic-and-kitty]

little pet headcanons for Revv and Grim

• Grim fuckin loves bugs. And spiders. Any creepy crawly she can't get enough of. She has several bigger bugs as pets as well as a small colony of "cleaner" bugs for her bone collecting hobby. Her favorite is Tina, a tarantula that she found on a Squidbeak mission and snuck back into her apartment. (Tina is named after her first pet spider, that her family...did not appreciate...)

• Revv hates bugs. Hate might actually be too strong a word, but they just make his skin crawl and seeing a spider as big as Tina made him nearly faint the first time. Unfortunately for him, Tina seems super enamored by him and will crawl all over on him if she's out of her enclosure. Thankfully Grim is well aware of Revv's distaste of bugs and will scoop Tina up anytime she gets too close. (Revv refuses to admit to Grim's face that he's afraid of her pets, but it doesn't take a genius to take him hiding behind the couch at being asked if he thinks Tina is cute as evidence that as much as he says yes that he's not the biggest fan)

• Revv is actually in charge of feeding Grim's bugs if she's away from her place for awhile. Revv is just the only one she trusts to take care of them, mostly because even if he dislikes them he has still not tried to swat or squish them like others she knows have. Being on occasional feeding duty has helped him be less afraid and squimish of bugs as a whole (but still,please don't make him hold the scorpion, he is positive he will faint if it comes near him)

• Revv wants an aquatic iguana as a pet. He knows it's extremely impractical but he just loves lizards so much and he's seen videos of them online and they're so damn cool! Grim doesn't really mind the idea of a smaller lizard, but she knows he doesn't have the room for an iguana enclosure ethier with his roommate situation with 4 or when he moves in with her, so she's trying to get him to compromise with a smaller lizard.

• Her effort goes to waste as Pearl just buys one for him for his birthday and gets it a full on zoo quality enclosure for it on her massive estate. (He was super cute when he wouldn't stop hugging it tho...)

#Oc Revv #Oc Grimoire #Splatoon #Look I know aquatic iguanas aren't pet material #But this is fiction and the idea of Revv holding a lizard almost the same size as him like a big dog is too cute to pass up #Agent 3 oc #Agent 8 oc #Agent 3 #Agent 8 #Tw spiders #It's just text but still