#will ruff ever get colored?

[nabhx]

Snotlout and Hookfang have been my favourite dragon-rider duo since like, Race to Fireworm Island? The hold that episode had on me when I was younger istg- Top tier dynamic. They're so very silly. Movies did not do them justice.

And the entirety of Ruff Transition has my whole heart?? Wingnut, my LOVE- He's just a little guy!! Baby!! Literally!!

#i feel the need to apologise to snotlout for not finishing his sketch #maybe i will someday #or i'll give him something else #will ruff ever get colored? #will i make hooky less VIBRANT? #nab draws!! #defenders of berk #httyd dob #race to the edge #httyd rtte #httyd fanart #httyd snotlout #snotlout jorgenson #httyd hookfang #hookfang #httyd ruffnut #ruffnut thorston #pls don't look at any of the horns for too long ty #ignore the lack of hookfang spikes as well <3 #am sleepy

[elidoesntbreathwee]

A Shiny Rock

Eddie touched people - like a lot - he did it with most people he became even slightly close with, for the most part, but unbeknownst to Steve, he also liked to give gifts. The gifts that Eddis gave weren't the typical candy bar or flowers with a nice card -- as a matter of fact that weren’t anything of the sort. Eddie liked to pick up things he found that he liked, and carry them in his pocket -- Wayne called him a goblin for it -- but now, he’d been developing a new habit.

Eddie would find something he liked - usually something shiny, or a rock, sometimes both - he would carry around whatever he found for the whole day, and then when he inevitably saw Steve, he would present it to him.

“Stevie! Look what I found!” Eddie gleamed.

Steve would admire whatever trinket Eddie had found that day and had in his palm, then look in his eyes, seeing the glimmer of excitement, saying something along the lines of: “Eddie, this is lovely!” Steve would smile the soft smile he unknowingly reserved just for Eddie and his little trinkets.

Eddie’s smile would shine brighter than the sun, then, he’d hold out his hands, “Here Steve-o, you can have it.”

Steve would accept it, of course, and keep it in his pocket, until he put it in the little box of gifts from Eddie that he’d accumulated over a few months.

One cloudy afternoon, Eddie was walking as he saw in the corner of his eye something shiny -- and for Eddie, this meant something great, because he loved anything shiny, especially if it was useless junk he would never use. He crouched down over where he’d seen it to see a glimmering, silvery rock. He picked it up, admiring its ruff texture and pale silver color, and slipped it into his pocket, not thinking too much about it for the rest of his afternoon.

That evening he was hanging out with the part, as had become quite common, and the party, of course, included Steve.

“Hey Stevie! Look at this!” Eddie said, slipping the silvery rock out of the pocket of his black skinny jeans -- walking over to Steve, holding out the trinket. 

“Oh, Eds! That's so cool, I love it!” Steve said smiling. Eddie noticed this -- he always noticed this. Steve would always smile brightly telling Eddie that whatever he brought to show him was lovely and that he loved it. It made Eddie shine as brightly as the rock he’d found earlier - but that rock was a pebble compared to the resplendent glimmering inside Eddie whenever Steve so much as looked at him. Eddie knew it wasn’t right, he knew it wasn’t smart, and he knew it would never happen, but the spark in his eyes and warm glow in his heart didn’t seem to get that message. Eddie had been staring at the rock for a good few moments now, before he looked up at Steve to see the brightness of his smile had faded into a confused and slightly confused miniature frown.

“What’s wrong, Stevie?” Eddie said knitting his eyebrows

“I- it’s nothing Eds… don't worry” Steve said glancing down once or twice

“Steve, come on, I know something’s up. You can tell me.” Eddie laid his hand on Steve’s arm, holding the stone in only one hand now.

“I- I don’t know, it’s stupid, but you always tell me I can have whatever little thingy you find and- ugh” Steve interrupted himself with a groan, and a facepalm. “It’s just- I don’t know, you didn’t and I feel stupid about it now but… i guess i just… really like it” Steve said

“Hey Steve.” Eddie asked, smiling a soft smile.

“Yeah?” Steve felt like a total idiot, but he answered anyway.

“Would you like to keep the rock I found?” Eddie can’t contain his bright, gleaming smile.

Steve’s eyes started to tear up, “Yeah, yeah I do, Eds.” He smiled.

The night Eddie go home to his trailer, but instead had gone with Steve to his house (you couldn’t really call it a home, it looked like it was picked straight out of a magazine) and he watched as Steve pull out the box of every rock, trinket, or, to be frank, piece of garbage that Eddie had ever offered him -- Steve accepting every time. Eddie began to tear up, knowing that Steve had kept it all.

“Eds? What’s wrong?” Steve asked, having set down the rock in the box.

“You… you kept them?” Eddie said, tears beginning to well up.

“Of course I did, I mean… you gave them to me.” Steve smiled, walking over to Eddie, hugging him.

Eddie knew it probably wasn’t anything more than a platonic exchange, but Eddie wished it were more, because fuck, he really liked Steve. He liked Steve in a way he’d never liked anyone before -- sure Eddie had had dumb crushes before, but this? This was so much different than that. Eddie knew he had close to no chance, that if he told Steve, he would push him away and never want to hang out with him again, and Eddie just couldn’t bear that. He stayed quiet, soaking up as much as he could out of the embrace, but never taking it any further.

Steve pulled back -- Eddie knew it wouldn’t last forever, but he wished he could have paused the world at that moment, taking in every drop of Steve’s affection. Steve brought his hand to Eddie’s cheek, wiping away the tears that Eddie hadn’t noticed had fallen.

Steve paused.

“Eddie.” Steve whispered.

“Yeah?” Eddie responded, worried he’d accidentally leaned into Steve’s touch and he had noticed, or that he’d somehow taken things too far and ruined everything between the two of them.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve breathed.

Eddie’s heart both stopped and beat faster than it ever had -- the world stopped, whether in the good or bad way was yet to be determined, because of course, Eddie’s mind would tell him that Steve was just fucking around with him.

“W-what.” Eddie croaked out,

“I- I, um, said ‘Can I kiss you’” Steve swallowed.

Eddie’s eyes started to shine, whether with tears or hope -- or both, who was to tell.

“Yes, god, yes.” Eddie breathed out, smiling.

Steve lifted his hand once again to cup Eddie’s cheek, smiling before kissing him. Eddie was almost convinced this was a dream -- but he was really here, kissing Steve Harrington, the guy he definitely hasn’t had a pathetic crush on since sophomore year. 

Steve pulled back -- and of course it makes Eddie second guess himself.

“Hey Eds.” Steve whispers, his face still so close to Eddie’s that Eddie can feel the warmth as Steve talks.

Eddie hums in response.

“Thank you for the rock.” Steve said before kissing him again.

Eddie was the one to put a pause in their shared affections this time -- he wrapped his arms around Steve, hiding his head in the crook of Steve’s neck. Steve hugged him back, but the hug felt different than the one they had shared only some minutes ago - much more romantic.

“Steve.” Eddie mumbled into his neck.

“Yeah, Eds, what’s up?” Steve replied.

“Does this mean… that you like me too?” Eddie asks.

Steve breaths out a short laugh, “Mhm… It does. Does that mean you like me back?” He says softly.

Eddie looks up at him, scoffing, “Only since forever, dumbass.” He says, before returning to Steve's neck.

Eddie smiles, “If you think about it, we kissed because you wanted a rock.” Eddie says into Steve’s neck, trying to hold back a giggle.

Steve rolls his eyes, trying (and failing) to hold back a smile, “Shut up.” He says, kissing the top of Eddie’s head, then Leading him over to his bed where the two cuddle, and kiss, until way to late into the night.

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(A/N) hi hi!! i hope u liked that :) it was kinda a silly concept but i really like how it turned out :) if u did like it, a like or reblog would be SOOSOSOS appreciated!! love u <33

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #st #eddie #steve #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #st fic #stranger things fic #steddie fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #steveddie #steve x eddie #steve and eddie #eddie x steve #eddie and steve

[hoesformatt]

SECURE WITH YOU

chris fluff/blurb, this shit is cutesy and gushy at the end + TWO STORIES IN A DAY?!?!

bf!chris • poc!reader friendly

contains: pet names, no use of y/n

word count: 0.6k

summary: you and you’re boyfriend Chris are hanging out together when you get to a point that you’re about to have sex but you feel uncomfortable so he comforts you

I laid on my stomach close to half-naked after my shower, on Chris’ bed opening my phone to go through instagram stories before Chris make a loud entry.

He held Ritz crackers, sodas and cookies in his hands throwing them on his bed all around me, one of the crackers hitting and bouncing off my ass. “I’m finally i’m the cookie monster” He quickly opens the oreo pack, feverishly eating them.

Chris jumps onto the bed along with me lying his head on my ass like a pillow “This is the fucking life” he cracked open a Pepsi seconds before taking a sip of it while pulling out an oreo. He stared up at the wall as the colors of his led lights changed smoothly.

He placed down the can, coming up from the bed and searching through his dresser, hissing out a “yes” once he found what he’s looking for. A tech deck. Chris admired the details on the back of the miniature skateboard that had writing on the back.

“I haven’t played with one of these ever since highschool— Lookit” It was the tech deck I accidentally rolled to Chris in freshman year and he never gave it back it wrote in his writing ‘Thanks for the tech’ and in mine ‘you’re an asshole’ Smiles of satisfaction beamed from him with the memories.

He sat the tech deck on my back, racing it up and down to my ass doing tricks. I watched him play like a small child being so focused on the wheels and the way the board flipped around.

“How long are you going to play with that” He finally looked up at me “until you take it away from me” I snatched it away and he made a whiny face lying the side of his face on my butt patting and kneading my ass.

Chris tugged at the band to my ethika’s “Can I take it off?” I paused unsure even though Chris would never judge me about the way I look. He’s my boyfriend for a reason he’s never made me feel bad about how I treat myself self-consciously.

I nod my head slowly, biting my lip while helped pull off my shorts, feeling his stubbled chin upon my bare skin. Chris’ warm fingers grazed my subtle stretch marks as he adored my body. Hands roaming my body, finding new places to explore and I enjoyed his touch. Chris’ hand snuck under my shirt and I stopped him “what’s wrong? do you want me to stop?”

“It’s okay— I just don’t really want to take off my shirt” He refrained from touching me “oh baby, you know I will never judge you?— if you still don’t want to continue it’s fine” I chose not to remove my clothes and keeping my body closed off for the moment, feeling comfort but also that I let Chris—my boyfriend of 3 years down “i’m sorry” I said silently.

“Baby it’s fine, what matters is that you’re comfortable” He brought me to his lap locking eyes “if you say so” Chris fake pouted before attacking me with kisses while tickling me.

Our sweet giggles warmed my heart like a Frank Ocean song as we found ourselves lying on the bed facing each other, I appreciated his features; the icy eyes that feel warm to me, his bubblegum pink lips that are as sweet, the scruff around his chin and jawline that’s ruff against my fingers and this brown locks of hair that compliments and softens his masculine face. A face so real with so much expression the music changed smoothly as we leaned in and kissed each other.

“You’re the realest girl I’ve ever put my lips on”

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#chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #fan fiction #fan fic #hoesformatt #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #riyahspeaks #christopher sturniolo fluff #Spotify

[bcyhoods]

prompt: [ glass ] sender and receiver are separated by glass. sender draws a heart on the glass with their finger for receiver to see

with steeb harrington 🤞🙄🤭🤨

i may or may not have sent this to myself! …i guess you’ll never know! this really is just to help jumpstart my creativity, so it’s ruff beware <3 | 1.2k fluff, gn!reader

“That was cruel, I hope you know.”

You stifle a giggle as you roll over to set aside the novel that you’d been reading aloud beside him.

You think he’s talking about the book. And he is, partially. But he can’t help the way that he yearns for your presence as soon as you move away without a warning. You’d so rudely ripped away the warmth that he’d selfishly been holding onto for the past hour — warmth that made him believe he’d only ever known to be cold. And yet, he can’t be entirely upset. Once he sees your mischievous grin from where you stand next to your bed, the grouchiness dissipates.

“I have to leave it on a cliffhanger! Otherwise you’d have no reason to come back,” you jest and poke lamely at his chest.

The multicolored quilt you’d been sharing was still draped over his figure, one arm extending out to reach for you. His hair was unruly and stuck out every which way after raking your fingers through the brunette tufts for so long. The dim light of your lamp highlighted the dusty pink color that spread across his cheeks.

You thought he was practically half asleep, but the joke made his brows pinch. Suddenly, he looks wide awake as he sits up to slide closer to you.

“That’s not true,” he grumbles with a scoff, throwing his legs over the side of the mattress and grabbing your hips. Something equally mischievous shines in his eyes. “I can think of a few other reasons.”

He pulls you into him, quick enough to have you tripping over your own feet and crashing against him. The force is almost enough to send you both back onto the bed and it sends a rush of heat up your neck. The kisses that he leaves against the exposed skin of your shoulder certainly don’t help, either.

In an effort to hide your embarrassment, you joke again, “That’s so cheesy, Steve.”

“What? No, it’s not!”

You shush him and quickly glance back at your closed bedroom door. He chuckles and beams up at you, letting his hands run along your sides.

“If you wanna hear something cheesy, though, I have a bunch more up my sleeve.” His voice is hushed and low, emphasized with a suggestive quirk of his eyebrow. “Maybe I should stay over so you can hear them.”

“Tempting. I’m not sure my parents would appreciate seeing you in my bed in the morning as much as I would,” you respond just as quietly, sparing another glance over your shoulder. He sighs at your apprehension and gently pushes you a bit away from him before standing.

His fingers dance lightly from where they rest on your waist, up your arms, and across your collarbone until they’re cradling your jaw. The touch leaves goosebumps in their wake, and when he sees you shiver, his boyish smile gets wider. He’s leaning into you and crowding your space with his eyes stuck on your lips. Just when he’s close enough for you to close the gap, he swerves instead to kiss the sweet spot just under your ear.

“Who says they have to know? I can be quiet. Can you?”

“Steve,” you warn as you lightly press your hands to his chest. Really, you’re all bark and no bite, there’s not even a little bit of edge. Steve is more than aware. Even if he wasn’t already looking at you, he would still be able to hear your smile in the way you sing his name.

He feigns innocence, lifting his hands from your face. “What?”

There’s a beat where you’re both quiet, staring right back at the other with grins that bring a welcomed ache in your cheeks. It makes your nose crinkle and makes your eyes widen and brighten. And it makes a delighted snort and giggle erupt from the pair of you before you can contain it.

That familiar burn in your face makes you hide in his shoulder and he laughs when he throws his arms around to embrace you. Your hands glide from where they’re trapped between your bodies to wrap around his back and hold him closer. Maybe if you hold him tight enough, time will stop.

Steve seems to think the same thing. His face is smooshed against the side of your head and his eyes flutter closed.

A minute passes before you muster up enough strength to pull your head away just enough to look at him. That giddy feeling is back the instant your eyes meet. The way that he shamelessly drinks in every feature of your face makes your stomach dip. You bite your lip to keep your smile at bay.

“You’re coming by again tomorrow?”

“Well, yeah.” His hand moves under your jaw, thumb pulling your lip from where you’ve held it prisoner. “I have to know how the book ends now.”

As if to soothe the punishment your bottom lip has endured, he kisses you with a softness that sends you into a tizzy. The same softness that extends to his hands as they cup your face and caress your cheek, like you’re so delicate that you might break.

You respond just as gently, letting his touch and cologne overwhelm you until the need grows in the pit of your stomach. Your hands grip onto his jumper to pull you closer, pressing your lips a little rougher against his, more sure. He sighs against your lips, and though it was a welcome change of pace, he exhibits some self-restraint. His lips part from yours, just barely, foreheads still pressed together.

“You’re making it really hard for me to leave,” he murmurs, lips still a featherlight touch against your own.

“Sorry,” you whisper in return, even though you don’t mean it.

He shakes his head with a soft laugh. He kisses you again, something quick and chaste before he’s pulling you into his chest again. The uninterrupted times the two of you get to spend together are so few and far between that he’s learned to be greedy with your touch. Not a second to waste.

Steve trudges to the window with you close behind him, pinkies interlocked until he’s climbing out and helping you pull it shut. The yellow street lamp just behind him creates a halo, illuminating the worsening pink of his nose and cheeks due to the cool November night. Before he walks back to his car, he gets an idea that makes his face light up.

He cups his hands around his mouth and moves in closer until he’s pressing against the glass. Right as he makes contact with the window, he huffs a breath to create a small circle of fog. He looks at you before drawing a heart right in the middle with his index finger. A sense of pride fills his chest and makes his heart beat faster when he sees you laugh.

Walking backward, he points at you and winks, like something out of a ridiculous rom-com. And though you’re rolling your eyes, a mere second later you playfully blow him a kiss.

He makes a show of it. Looking up into the sky, jogging backward, and jumping up to catch it, he almost stumbles into the bushes that separates your lawn from the neighbor’s. He puts his fist to his chest and holds it there, mouthing I love you. It’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever seen.

You mouth it back nonetheless.

#truly did not need to be this long but i digress #if it sux do not tell me #ᝰ cece’s scribbles #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington hc #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #joe keery

[toasttt11]

introducing clementine

Clementine Faye Bedard the first born of Melanie and Jim Bedard, born on August 31, 2002.

Clementine has always loved the ice since her parents set a barely one year old Clementine on the ice and she has never wanted to leave the ice since, hockey has always been what she loves.

Clementine had always been more of a guarded person especially with meeting new people, she more of a quiet person but with the right people she can open up and be a bit louder, she’s just the type of her person who enjoys listening rather than talking.

Clementine has Heterochromia, one blue and one hazel colored eyes. When she was young she didn’t really like it just ignored it but as her younger siblings grew up they were always telling her how cool and pretty her eyes were so she grew to love her eyes and never hid them.

When her sister was born she was so happy to finally have someone else to play hockey with but Madison didn’t like playing or anything to do with the ice, so when Clementine showed Connor how to play and he loved it she was so happy she had someone to play with now.

Clementine and Connor has always had a very easy relationship because of hockey, they understand each other extremely well but that doesn’t mean Madison isn’t just as close to her siblings they just enjoy other things together.

Connor has always loved hockey because of his oldest sister, Clementine truly passed on her passion to her little brother who wanted to play and be just like his sister. Connor ended up picking the number 98 inspired by his sister who plays with the number 89.

Madison has always looked up to her older sister, always wanting to be more like her big sister and enjoyed anytime she had to spend with her, Madison has always been the academic sibling and easily passed her sibling in that category something the two had always been very proud of her for.

Growing up playing on boy hockey teams Clementine didn’t usually get any respect and a lot of the players ignored her if they weren’t on the ice, she had a lot of coaches not be supportive of her being on the team and trying to play her at least as possible. When she got drafted to the devils in 2020 she was pleasantly surprised how welcoming the whole team and staff was to her, and how they treated her with a lot of respect and kindness.

When she was drafted to the Vancouver Giants she was very happy that was the team that picked her as she could stay home and not have to move away from her family, she got to see more of her siblings growing up then she would if she had to move for another team.

Carter in the last game of the 2018-2019 WHL season had shot the puck into the goal giving them the overtime win in the championship game but as she shot the puck she was smashed into the boards by someone who was two times the weight and height of her and her elbow went into boards catching all her weight.

Her elbow was dislocated and had multiple fractures and breaks, she got a surgery done right away and was in a cast and sling for three months before the doctor realized it wasn’t healing correctly and she has another surgery getting more screws put it, she was out for another six months wearing a brace the whole time and ended up missing half of the season of her draft year. When the doctors saw her injury and how bad it they didn’t know if she would ever be able to play hockey again.

During the nine months she wasn’t allowed to move her elbow she still practiced every day, she starred shooting her hockey stick with the other hand and one handed as well, she ended up starting to switch up a lot of on her stick and she stuck with a no curve on her blade at all, when she was allowed to play again her shot became even more insane, she could shoot with either hand and either side of her blade, she was the perfect center.

Lindy Ruff had joined the devils a few months before the 2020 draft and he already knew who he wanted it on the team, Clementine Bedard. He had watched out for young players for awhile and Clementine had been on his radar for years now and he was always impressed seeing her play, he never had a problem with her being a girl as she plays better than most boys he’s seen.

Clementine has met Alex on all the different zooms they had for the draft instead of anything in person because of Covid, they started texting a little bit before both getting distracted by the draft. Alex had went to the AHL and Clementine had her first season in the NHL (2020-2021). Then Alex joined the New Jersey Devils team at the end of the 2021-2022 session and the two become closer than before and reconnecting with each other.

Nico, Jack and Clementine just seemed to click together when they all met and the three definitely got closest the fastest. Nico and Jack had quickly grown to love Clementine like a little sister and have gotten very protective of her.

Jesper, Nico, Jack and Clementine all worked insanely well together and Lindy quickly noticed that, making most of the lines have two of them one and two on the other.

Clementine always played well with any line as she has insane ability to seem to make the line she plays on play really well together, she seems to just make most lines on the ice click well when she joins them, So Lindy like to move her around a lot of the lines for games.

Dawson, Daws and Clementine all met a few months before the draft and ended up playing the World Junior Championship together, they are got pretty close and it was cool to realize they all got drafted to the same team.

Nico had recommended his apartment building when he heard Clementine was trying to find a good apartment to move into in New Jersey in 2020. Alex ended up moving into the building in the beginning of the 2021-2022 season. Jack ended moving at the end of the 2022 season into the apartment building, needing a new place to live but also wanted to be close to his best friend. John accidentally picked the same building as well when he moved from Pittsburgh. Dawson didn’t even realize when he asked for help moving in he had picked the same apartment building as all of them. Luke moved in with Jack when he came to Jersey making so many of the team live in the same building.

Braden Schneider and Clementine had always had an interesting relationship, they met when they played against each other in WHL, Braden was always flirting with Clementine and she was always annoyed by him. They ended up playing together for Team Canada for a couple tournaments.

Being close to the beach growing up Clementine grew to love surfing, as it was something so different from Hockey. When she moved to New Jersey she brought many of her surfboards with her and she always would go surfing on her days off and Nico ended up joining her a lot of the times and usually Jack as well but he mostly just ended up sleeping on a towel on the beach as the two surfed. Clementine has dragged almost all of her team at least once to go surfing with her.

Clementine has always been sweeter to the younger players who joined after her as they reminded her of her own siblings Luke quickly adored Clementine adopting her as his big sister, she helped him figure out a lot of stuff and always is there for him. Clementine really helped Simon out as he moved to the New Jersey Devils during the middle of the season and was very welcoming to him. She would stay after practice late to continue to keep practicing with the rookies and would help them clean up the ice.

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[awheckery]

Nola Rose's Big Birthday Poll

This is Nola Rose:

She is my best girl, my babylove, my beloved little butt and my most precious evil eel, and in one week, she will be one year old!

Recently, I ordered her an Embark test, in the hopes of one day reuniting her with one of her siblings or other family members, and to maybe get an idea of what other health problems I could expect in the future.

I was not expecting any surprises on the breed front, because the rescue had Nola's original paperwork from her "breeders," indicating her mama was a brown Cocker Spaniel named Spruce, and her daddy was a registered blenheim Cavalier King Charles named Fellow. AND YET.

...and 7.2% something I did not expect at all. Full honesty, I don't see it, but maybe it explains a few things about her?

ANYWAY. For Nola's impending birthday, I thought it might be fun to survey other people, to see their best guesses at the third breed in Nola's genetic cocktail. I've pulled all poll options from an article on the most common breeds for Cavalier crosses, and additional photos and possible clues to her ancestry below the read more.

Psst, for folks coming back for the answer, check the pinned reblog!

Starting from the top, BABY PHOTOS, of Nola Rose and the two sisters the rescue picked up from the puppy mill auction.

That photo of Nola on the left was the photo in her Petfinder listing, the one I saw by accident in the middle of the night that made me fall in love with her immediately. I honestly have no idea how she was the last of her siblings left to be adopted, but I will never not be desperately grateful.

Maybe it was because she had the dramatic eyebrows and mutton chops of a civil war general, I can't say. In more recent photos, you can see that the eyebrows and bushy cheeks have subsided, but the insanely luxurious eyelashes remain.

Her color has darkened immensely since I brought her home in August. She used to be a much lighter sable, and fully blonde on the top of her head.

Speaking of which, sable isn't a breed standard color in either Cavaliers or Cockers, and her ridiculously long chin beard (which you won't see in any of her photos because I have her groomer trim it off) doesn't appear in those breeds either. Coincidence?

At just shy of a year, she's hopefully maxed out at 18 pounds, and she's unbelievably leggy, with an outrageously long body and the deep chest of a racing dog. (She's also fast as hell, good god.)

Her fur is unbelievably silky, save for a coarser ruff over her shoulders and trailing down her spine, and her cocker-fluff booty feathers. Her back end was trimmed down substantially before the above photo. Her tail might be the softest part of her, and I love how it's both silky and curly.

Behaviorally... she's. Something.

Nola has the strongest prey drive of any dog I've ever met, including that time we babysat a rat terrier mix named Ella The Killer. Nola's little heart is so full of murder that I have to close curtains so she won't hurt herself trying to break through the windows to get at bunnies. She is a grand champion at "breaking the necks" of her toys by way of viciously shaking them.

Nola likes to burrow! She tunnels under blankets, rugs and throw pillows, and her favorite way to sit On A People is between our legs when we're in recliners. She likes to feel confined. She also deeply enjoys being held, and she asks to be picked up by my father at least once a day, even tho she's perfectly capable of jumping into his lap by herself now.

She LOVES to lie in the sun until her little body is radioactively hot and her mouth smells like hot rotting garbage, which is actually extremely weird, because she's our second sable dog in a row to have solar-powered halitosis and I'm not above begging people for answers. If you have a dog that has especially stinky breath after they've been in the sun, indoors or out, please talk to me because I'm dying for answers.

Ahem. What else.

Nola is disturbingly smart, and has no concept of obedience, but an excellent grasp of the concept of naughtiness. She knows exactly which items in the house are Forbidden, and which ones will get our attention the quickest if she takes or otherwise threatens them. She also knows the names of most of her toys and can distinguish between them when she's feeling cooperative.

Her favorite way to wake me up when it's time for work is to jump up on my bed, pounce on me, and oh-so-gently bite the tip of my nose. (I know I shouldn't encourage it but it's so sweet I may die.)

She investigates new people by aggressively sniffing their eyes.

She is my tiny daughter with every disease, but despite her allergies, and her asthma, and her megaesophagus, and her subluxated hip, she is the happiest, most delightful little being in all the world.

I lov her.

#darling #nola rose #dogblr #cockalier #with a secret something on the side #guess that breed! #poll #tumblr poll #my stuff #I genuinely can't believe she's almost a year old

[treysimp]

Taking a Bath (Stinky 'Lil Grim Edition!)

Other Parts of This Series: Part 1 (Second Years) // Part 2 (Third years) // Part 3 (First Years) // Part 4 (Coming Soon) // Bonus Chapter (This One!)

Synopsis: After Grim comes home covered in a strange-smelling sludge, you become locked into a battle of wills to get him clean again.

Words: 800 (Drabble)

Rating: G (All other parts listed are rated T, just to be safe.)

Tags: Reader’s body not described, no pronouns used for reader, tooth-rotting platonic fluff, I wuv my nasty stinky little kitten baby, if you have ever tried to bathe a cat this is what they would say if you spoke the same language basically.

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Grim was covered in… something. He refused to say what exactly this sticky sludge that got caught in his fur was, but it had a sweet smell and you had the distinct impression that it happened in the Heartslabuyl kitchen. 

Okay, breathe. 

Just calm down, you would ask about whatever the hell he had gotten up to later, right now you were going to help. 

Yowling and begging you not to get him wet, Grim struggles against your arms as you try to lower him into the steaming waters of the Ramshackle tub.

You knew that he was a fire monster, but before he said that he was safe as long as his ears stayed aflame, so you were pretty confident that water would absolutely not kill him, despite the colorful names that he was calling you while you tried to wrestle the fantasy feline into the basin.

“Grim, settle down! There is no other way to get you clean!” You yelled.

The sudden noise finally got him to slip and gave the upper hand. Seeing an opening, you took the opportunity to dunk him into the water. To your relief you already see some of the goo coming off of him.

“I coulda died! Died of hate and sadness! From the number one henchman betraying poor Grim!” He wailed, flailing around his stubby arms in overdramatic splashes. 

He looked quite pathetic, with his fluff smoothed down he looked a bit more like a rat than a cat. Paired with the way that Grim’s lower lip quivered in barely suppressed tears did make you feel a little bad.

Not bad that you had to bathe him, that was definitely his fault. Just bad that he was sad right now. Though since you still didn’t know what he did to make this happen, you couldn’t let yourself feel too sympathetic for him yet either.

“Grim, come on. It will be over quicker if you cooperate. Now do you want the milk and honey soap or the sea breeze?” You say, holding both bottles up to Grim for him to examine. 

With an indignant sniff, Grim pointed at the milk and honey bottle and you began lathering it up with your hands. 

“I promise I will get you a snack from Sam’s store when you’re clean, okay?” You said with a sigh, you didn’t want to pull your trump card out this early, but you didn’t want to have to get your poor shirt any more soaked than it already was either.

“...shrimp chips.” Grim mumbled, turning his back towards you so you could begin scrubbing at the mats on his ruff, “‘...’an I want the cheese sandwich too.” 

You nodded and made a sound of agreement. Thankfully he picked relatively cheap things.

Scrubbing off all the muck was quicker than expected, so you were able to hoist Grim out of the bath without too much fuss. You toweled him down (which thankfully he cooperated with) and then took your blow dryer and brush out to get any remaining tangles. 

Once Grim was properly fluffy and puffy, he seemed significantly happier. Singing a little nonsensical tune about shrimp chips and cheese sandwiches and the dance they would do in his tummy. 

“So are you going to tell me what you did?” You asked.

"No!'

You crossed your arms and huffed. "I guess that you really didn't want that cheese sandwich, then?" You asked, dangling your wallet just out of Grim's reach.

Grim made an irritated face, but you could hear the mumble of confession.

“...tripped Trey when he was makin’ jam.” Grim muttered, eyes fixed on the ground and shoulders hunched up towards his ears.

“IT WAS ACTUALLY AN ACCIDENT?” You screeched in laughter, causing Grim’s hackles to raise defensively as his hair poofed up to attention.

“How was I s‘posed to know that Trey had jam?” Grim yelled back.

You continued giggling as you picked up your little monster friend and tucked him in your arm, giving him a little smooch on his forehead. 

“You’re right Grim, I’m sorry. You are my favorite powerful magic user.” You said, actively trying to still the shake of your shoulders.

Grim nodded in satisfaction as the quietest rumble of a purr started coming from his little body.

“As long as you know how great I am.” Grim says with a satisfied grin.

“Of course, The Great Grim.” You say, bouncing him slightly in your arms for effect.

“Wadda ya think of ‘Grim the Gregarious and Grand’?”

“‘Grim The Grubby’ or ‘Grim The Greasy’ maybe.”

“WHAT IS THAT S’POSED TO MEAN?” 

You sighed and opted to scratch Grim behind the ears rather than reply to that comment. He was still glaring at you, but the purring had never stopped.

“I love you, Grim.”

“...I love you too, henchman. Now get me my shrimp chips.”

“Yes, Grim.” You sigh, opening the door of Sam’s shop to find something to satisfy the little demon.

It was an eventful day, but when both of you curled up to go to bed and Grim snuggled under your arm, loudly purring all the while, you knew you couldn’t complain.

With another little smooch on top of Grim’s fluffy head, you drift off into a sweet and comfortable slumber, thinking of jam, shrimp chips and cheese sandwiches.

And that's the bonus chapter! I don't think that I had put Grim in as an option to be tagged for fics, so I'll leave you all alone for now. (Part 4 is gonna be some of the staff, stay tuned!

Let me know what you all wanna see next! Love you, reader!

#prefect yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #grim twst #disney twst #twst reader insert #disney twisted wonderland #twst yuu #gender neutral reader #reader insert #100% platonic and SFW #twisted wonderland fanfiction #reader is yuu #reader imagine #grim twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst grim #yuu

[kicktwine]

i have been rotating your ffxiv specbio in my head for several days so if you don't mind my asking, would you be willing to elaborate on some of the specbio for miqo'te and lalafell, if you've not done so already?

OF COURSE im gonna focus a bit more on miqo since the main points of lalas were in that doodle 

first of all: miqote would be lesser cats — unable to roar, but able to hiss and purr and chirp and yowl! and they do, do this, often. baby miqo are constantly mewling and chirping and crying, and that’s where a communal child rearing culture comes in handy, because you would not make one parent deal with a very needy (and blind for a month) baby alone. Adult miqo use vocalization for emphasis, along with gesture and expression. They very often express two emotions at once while in conversation with their words/expressions and body language, which makes understanding others’ intentions harder for them. Ex: sad tail, angry ears = upset, happy tail, angry face = teasing, angry tail, angry hands = furious. They might get confused if there’s no tail to denote teasing. Tails are used for balance And emotion, ears are used for listening and emotion, etc, sometimes more so than facial expression, which can sometimes look inexpressive to those who haven’t taught themselves how to emote communicatively among other races.

They are fuzzy all over! like my friend izutsumi. Sun cats are usually less furry, having only translucent-to-tip colored fuzz but some moon keepers can get VERY furry, like Maine coons. It tends to be longest on the forearms, ankles, back (like a cheetah ruff, some miqo have a line of long fur going down to their tail. Whole body Mohawk), and stomach trail, and shortest on the face, most having only peach fuzz up there. Fur length can vary no matter the miqo, and fur pattern also varies - unlike cats, stripes or spots will sometimes color the skin as well. Prominent fur patterns are pretty rare. Please do not shave your miqo’te, it was a bit more popular a few years ago and it turns out it can lead to very patchy or ingrown coats that require shaving for the rest of ever. They have rough tongues and they have brushes and combs, they can take care of their fur, and sometimes other miqos’ fur. Grooming, though, is either for baby or for people you’re close with. Babies are scrungly.

My friend Izutsumi vv

Miqo can digest raw meat, but it’s really more of a you can eat tree bark if you’re lost in the woods situation. The correct thing to do is bring the hunt back home, so everyone can cook and eat. They are not obligate carnivores, but their systems need more meat than a hyur would. They have non-retractable claws, and every miqo has fangs, though sun seekers tend to have bigger chunkier fangs and moon keepers thinner and longer canines. It has to do with the size/type of their prey. 

They also have slightly looser skin like a cat. This doesn’t really mean they have wrinkles all over, it means they’re a bit stretchy? They can wriggle their naturally lithe bodies into weird positions to climb and run, and if you give a miqo a mochi kiss it will look like a cartoon. Older male cats (mostly, but it can happen to anyone) will often develop tomcat jowls as they age, and it’s basically balding for a cat in the societal sense, because miqo don’t bald with age. Their fur gets scraggly (but there are hairless cats out there). It’s often considered attractive! Some families consider it a sign that the cat is getting too old. 

Miqo’te can see in the dark, and have a reflective layer in their eyes. moon keepers are very adept at darkvision, having near perfect vision at night, and have a little trouble in bright desert sun, while sun seekers have to deal with vastly reduced color perception at night and have pupils that can go very thin to block out sun. Their cheetah face marks help with this!

Lalafell, too, have a difference in eye biology across their species. Only dunesfolk have a thin third eyelid, to repel sand while keeping their eyes open, while plainsfolk have eyes that work similar to a sun seeker. No layered eyelid, just a vertical pupil. All of them have tapetum lucidum. 

Also, last point for fun, lalafell stay the same size from 8 years old to 100 years old, and before then they’re about the size of a small hedgehog (baby) to about the size of a kinda small Lala (3-8). A point of annoyance for elezen, who stay the size of a child until they’re 20 or so and then have the worst growing pains in history at a point where complaining about it is less acceptable than getting mad as a kid because your legs hurt. The reason you don’t see very many baby lala is the same reason you don’t see many baby pigeons. You either do and don’t realize it, or they’re VERY SMALL and bundled in blankets or sitting at home and not in the city. A good way to tell if you’re talking to a ten year old or a thirty year old Lala (aside from their intelligence and mannerisms) is by looking at their ears. The tips will darken with age — young lalafell will have light colored ears, sometimes with white fuzz, mature lalafell will have dark ear tips. Good to know for bartenders. 

Baby lalafell also have sharp needle teeth. Much like baby miqo, roe, and au ra. Unlike those three, the sharp teeth go away. They’re helpless pink beans when they’re newborns, they will not hesitate to bite you if you bother them too much. 

#ask #starlit-warren #ffxiv #my art #your early 20s as an elezen are considered. kind of a rebellious snappy period in your life but this is highly influenced by the fact that #you hurt ALL THE TIME and you have to go to work #anywys! I talked about cats for a long time— #miqo also have whiskers but they’re more like. dog whiskers. they don’t do that much and aren’t as sensitive and you can cut them #maybe less important than dog whiskers even #and their ears elongate as they age too; that’s just a thing that happens. they swivel and move much easier as an adult #roegadyn/au ra have needle teeth as kids and then a bunch of sharp teeth as an adult miqo have needle teeth as kids and fangs as adults #lalas have them as babies and grow out of them (like egg teeth; pretty fast) and everyone’s mothers deserve awards for dealing with this #specbio

[the-fluffiest-trainer]

okay so uhh, one more thing I'd kind of like some opinions on as to whether I should be concerned:

My fennekin friend has started standing up on her hind legs recently. She looks a bit bigger than she used to as well, though I guess it's just a trick of the different perspective. That much I could ignore as just a quirk of this world's animals, but... I'm pretty sure some of her fur changed colors too?

Maybe I'm just hallucinating it, but I was sure the yellow went all the way up to her neck, and also over her legs. But ever since she started standing up like this after one of her battles in the forest, her ruff of chest floof is white like her face? And her back legs are dark gray now. Was it always like that and I've just been seeing things at a different angle or something? I feel like I'm going crazy here. Is this normal for fennekins?

I hope the pokemon center can get that stick out of her tail too, while she's in there. She didn't like me poking around back there when she first got it stuck like that, but maybe I was just being too rough with her tail? I was trying to be so careful too.

Please, any advice is much appreciated. I know I can just ask her directly as soon as the pokemon center people are done taking care of her after our forest trip, but I want to learn everything I can. Even just knowing the right words to use when talking to her would probably help a lot. Thanks everyone!

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #rotomblr

[dualglitch]

in your personal tastes from everything we have so far. also my own design notes/tierlist below the cut. pls add your thoughts

2nd/personal fave it's a close tie between nibbly and tinky for me but ill go nibbly. i really like tinkys true form/doll design but i wish the npmd costume incorporated more of that tealy blue contrasting eye/tongue color, it works so well. that wouldn't have translated super well on stage I guess? dunno slap some blue horns on him. or hey he already has goggles but theyre red?? make that shit blue.

first: wiggly. i like that wiggly is the eldest/leader and also has a design that most closely represents the 'classic' eldrich horror cthulu look! i think his design is just the most solid, there's really nothing id add or subtract from him. his palette of soft and dark greens look great and the yellow/red eyes are the perfect extra pop of color. not my personal fave but once again I think his design is objectively the most solid

nibblys doll design is eh but the stage version is just PERFECT truly could not envision him better. nibblys just a mouth so they were forced to get creative and god damn did it pay off. the visor and bangs drawing attention to the teeth is MWAH. also Kim was just the perfect person to cast for this.

pokey is also great. major props for how creepy he is, and the otho puppet in yellow jackets is just fucking ASTOUNDING. one of the reasons i view yellow jacket at the best nightmare time story ever. prob would win if it wasn't for just personal tastes here. stage design is pretty good too I just think those fur ruffs are kinda ugly. theyve all got a little fur on em somewhere and i think pokeys is the least well utilized idk

blinky is eh. I like the color palette and doll. I think blinky is even harder to conceptualize than nibbly but I feel like they could have done a reverse thing with blinky in some kind of mask that covers the mouth? Lauren slayed but the designs still the weakest

i guess it checks out that webby is the most normal since she likes humans/ she wants to look human for Hannah/lex, but eh I'm tired of the The Girl One Is Pretty trope, she deserves to be as eldritch and monstrous as the rest of them. i wish she was more spidery. maybe theyll drop a true form reveal at some point? i wish she had a doll. all in all she's just A Person. id like them to do a jane doe and give her some blackout lenses or somethin

ranking: wiggly nibbly tinky pokey webby blinky

#the lords in black #npmd #nerdy prudes must die #starkid

[humblemediagenius]

DID YOU EVER TALK ABOUT WHY YOU DESIGNED THEIR HUMAN DESIGNS THE WAY YOU DID i feel like i remember you making a post saying you based it off things they said/did in the show or something but im so fail memory lawl

NOOO I NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT IT HONESTLY BC IM SHY (I know that's wild to say but I have so much art I've done but I've posted barely any of it) plus I haven't even posted all of the designs I've made and probably won't (bc . I'm shy) but I can not so quickly go over some of my thoughts LOL

for ruff i really wanted to channel his original design-- he's very rounded, which makes for an approachable character so i wanted my design to Also feel approachable and friendly :) he's also canonically fat so i really wanted to retain that, its an important character trait to me. Outfit wise, I gave him a suit just to keep that game show host vibe, but in the show he wears so many different outfits that I don't that it matters too much LOL. Visually I took inspiration from his voice actor, jim conroy, as well as other hosts from shows i enjoy (namely drew carey and sam reich) to also keep up that game show host vibe... I've seen a lot of different designs for him and I feel like for the most part there's a lot of traits ppl all use but i don't think ruff would be clean shaven at all (though it's implied in the show he is I don't care. put some hair on that beast) Color wise I literally just color picked from his original design, and the shades of blue are from the show as well. I wanted him and the other designs to have limited color palettes so they're more cohesive!

Blossom is like the exact opposite of ruff, I wanted her to contrast him and be less rounded, so my design for her is made up of a lot of rectangles and triangles. Kinda represents how she's more stable than ruff is LOL since she starts off as ruff's assistant I wanted to give her a kind of secretary look, something simple yet professional compared to ruff's bright colored suit. (Not saying she doesn't have bright colors, but blues are less poppy than orange lol) I also gave her a bow to represent the cat ears... i really wanted to make that part of her design. I saw a lot of people use purple with designs for her, but to be honest i don't see it, her eyes and glasses are closer to the blue color palette in the show so I used a slight indigo for her jacket and then the in show palette for the rest of the colors. I also gave her a pink hair clip as a pop of color because her original design only really has a little bit of pink for her nose. However I also added an orange clip to her design after i got to season 3; my thought behind this was that after she comes back to the show getting an orange clip would represent her becoming true friends with ruff and a permanent part of the show :]

I wanted to represent the friendship and bond between ruff and blossom through the color blue being in both of their designs (as well as a bit of orange) even though they get back at each other a lot their bond is really important to me so I wanted to represent that in their designs. oupy and kity can indeed be best friends forever

Darn i wrote more than i meant to sorry for being insane I'll talk about the others some other day LMAO i think about them every day of my liiife

#seaspeak #ask #so sorry for writing a whole ass essay about these two #i love character design and I've been getting a lot more thoughtful and my designs #can you tell I learned shape language and never forgot it /lh #fwrr

[grendraws]

So, by now, I hope you all have seen my little mascot, my little “me as an Opossum” Gren. As much as I looove that character, they don’t really encompass all facets of me. So I decided, let’s make another to fill in the gaps. Naturally, as some of you may have expected, I went with a werewolf, and named them “Gren-del” yes, like the monster from Beowulf. I have my dear friend Cass to thank for that idea.

So, the design process begins. I knew I didn't want to go with a classic werewolf. Wolves are… gosh I may get flack for this but I think they are overrated. As much as I am a cat person, that also didn’t quite feel right either, so I started digging into obscure canids. I ended up finding the dhole, also known as the asiatic wild dog. They are very social and very intelligent, brave as hell (these guys routinely take on tigers and leopards). The animal's fearsome reputation in India is reflected by the number of pejorative names it possesses in Hindi, which variously translate as "red devil", "devil dog", "jungle devil", or "hound of Kali".

That last part spoke to me. Most canids have relatively positive associations, wolves for their family lives, dogs for their loyalty, foxes for their cunning. Dholes, however, don't possess those connotations, and that really struck me. They have such a reputation, when in reality, they are intelligent, cooperative, and lax in social structure when compared to wolves. They’re misunderstood. I’ve always felt that way, ever since I was a kid. I’ve always loved outcasts and misfits. So why not be one through art? Heck, I'm already an opossum!

So I started doodling. I wanted to familiarize myself with the dhole’s shapes, so I did a page of small studies to get used to their shapes. They have these lovely high cheekbones, convex profiles, and gigantic round ears. Typically they are a rich rust color, with northern subspecies exhibiting thick coats accented with white on their throats and jawlines. I decided to go with different colors, those of an isabella coloured dog with silvery eyes and a white star marking on the forehead. It’s just ethereal enough to let the weredhole look like a ghost in the night without going standard “white”.

They’re also a bit on the slender side, and lack an undercoat (which means they’re literally always cold. Someone get them a sweater). They also have a raggedy ruff of fur around their neck, face, and shoulders which is often tangled and a bit messy.

But why a were-creature in the first place? Well, I've always felt torn between two worlds, the world of external expectations and the world of internal happiness. Along with that, I am a naturally mercurial person due to some trauma in my background and I have a tendency to be spicy or snappy, as much as I wish I didn’t have that tendency, it’s something i'm working on, but it will likely persist for my whole life in some way, shape, or form. It’s during these times of irritability and unkindness that I often feel like a monster. Afterward, the shame kicks in and I feel so… so horribly ashamed and embarrassed by my own behavior. That really feels like something monstrous to me. I hope that makes sense. I feel like a monster so so so often. Honestly, it’s a really hard thing to work through. I’ve hurt people. I have hurt some of the people I love most in this world, and I find it very difficult to forgive myself for that.

Gren-del is my ghost. They will follow me for the rest of my life, they terrify me, but I seek to understand them. Our lives are full of ghosts, whether that’s regrets we have or memories or grief or shame or guilt.

"Horror is a shrine to imperfection. It tells you its okay to be a monster. We are all monsters at the end of the day. Can we live with that?"- Guillermo Del Toro

#werewolf #art #creature design #creature #character #cryptid #monster #wolf #dhole #ghost #grief #regret

[sonicfan1837]

@sonic-oc-central, here she is!

name:zelda

species:zeti

gender:female

weight:80kg (176lbs)

hieght:140cm (4′07′')

allignment: chaotic evil

skin: rose,black,dark rose

age:129

type: speed

likes:putting on puppet shows,making the other zeti (especially zazz) laugh,her family,making poorly made puppets of enemies,spending time with zeena and zycthe,Zazz,controlling people with her puppet strings,carnage,destruction

dislikes: Zors whining,people destroying her puppet show,sonic and tails interupting her puppet show,her tail being stomped on

abilites:Super speed,Brutal strength,Sharp claws,Enhanced jump,Enhanced endurance,Energy tether generation,Enhanced durability,Longevity,Magnetism manipulation,Telepathic Speaking,Reality Wrapping,puppet string generation.

eye color: Amethyst with yellow scerlea (left) sapphire blue with yellow scerlea (right)

hair color: pink

attire:tattered and bloody white cape,half smiley mask (sometimes),rose shirt,light blue and light rose heels,gray-blue pants,ruby pendant  necklet

apperance: zelda is a pink-ish red zeti,shes taller then zor,zeena,ziok,zurora,zarmony,and master zik,but shorter then zazz.she has a amethyst purple eye with a yellow scerlea and a sapphire eye with a yellow scerlea with black slit pupils. she has the longest tail out of all the zeti,with the tail being around 20 inches long in total.when shes in combat,she can create brilliant-rose colored puppet strings to control her enemy or multiple enemies at the same time.around her neck is a black necklet witha  ruby pendant (wich is the source of her power) with pink hair,with black markings on her hands that look like fingerless gloves. for attire,she wears a rose red shirt,A tattered and bloody white cape,gray-blue pants,raspberry rose and light blue heels.sometimes she wears half of a smiley face mask thats the color lavender blush.

in her introduction in the dlc,Zelda wears an obsidian harlequin bodysuit with turquoise diamond appliques. Her sleeves take a bishop style, her right sleeve having a pale Columbia blue base and her left a black base, both with sapphire accents and wide cuffs resembling whipped cream. The jester wears a ruff collar from which hang curling coattails with a ghostly blue lining and a black outside.She wears his eye-like Gemstone of Deceit as a brooch on her collar in the same place that Creampuff wears her own Gemstone.

personality:Zelda is a theatrical villain, changing reality into an illusory counterfeit carnival stage to host her performances. She holds herself in cartoonishly-high regard through these shows, showering herself in praises and titles while forcing her victims to stand audience. Unlike what her clownish appearance suggests, she is mercilessly conniving and intelligent, presenting outrageous lies carried by nuggets of truth to entice her enemies to play along. However, such showmanship serves primarily as a means for her to enforce her own twisted perspectives upon those she seeks to entrap.Although Zelda behaves with sardonic playfulness, unexpected changes to her script from her audience can cause her to drop her act completely, as if her personality was nothing more but a facade for the blackness and fury that drives her. Ever the showman however, Zelda composes herself quickly as she reshapes her show to accommodate such unforeseen developments. A perfectly-executed "finale" where she stands victorious is the only other time her true self emerges with wicked laughter, the only soul left to applaud her own dark performances. however,she is shown to have a short temper,getting easily angered with one wrong move. 

story: She was once known as the worlds greatest "playwright, poet, director, actor, clown... Everyone's most beloved trickster!" When she noticed that people were more attracted to creampuff's preformances more then hers.In a fit of rage,she clawed Creampuffs left eye out and chipped her ear with her claw.flipping her brooch upside down and returned to the lost hex,where she restarted her plays but they became more chaotic,dark,and a lot of death and gore.

concept: a fan asked if zazz has a crush on anyone, Kyle awnsered yes and that it was someone who had a short temper just like him and she was like a jester of sorts. Ian flynn backed that up while stating she was inspired by shadow milk cookie and credits will be at the end of the game for the inspiration

#Zelda the zeti #Creampuff the snowshoe hare #Sonic oc #sonic fan character

[orangelionfurandtaxidermy]

I have a random question, if you don't mind answering! All of the marble foxes I've ever worked with have been very small and the fur on the neck ruff is not as long as on the other ranch foxes! Is this normal for marbles or did I just happen to get all female foxes?

I noticed a lot of the white morphs are smaller, could this be due to weaker genes for lighter animals? Or is this just a coincidence? Thank you so much!!!

Marbles should not be smaller than other foxes, they are actually more likely to be big and fluffy because they’ve been around for a while and are easy to breed. Exceptions would be rare colors of Marble.

Some colors like Palomino for example, haven’t been around for very long and it’s a recessive color too. Generally any brown or cream colored fox will not be as big and plush as a Silver or Gold fox. Colors like Burgundy especially suffer from very low numbers = lots of inbreeding. And nobody really wants to improve them anymore. Light eyed foxes do suffer from sensitive eyes, but the color itself shouldn’t make them any weaker. Platinum types can be anemic and don’t always make it to adults. Sapphire should not be bred as the color brings disease.

Lastly, size and fur quality can also be genetic, because of improper food or housing or maybe the fox was the runt of the litter.

#orli’s rambling

[frostypoppy]

opinions on blossutch,,, thoughts, headcanons, or maybe you hate it now idk.

This is going to be a long post because there are so, so, so, so many thoughts I have on Blossutch. I think about them, at least, once a day, to keep me sane.

Blossom has always been my favorite puff. There's something about A-Type characters and me, we just jam together. Butch, on the other hand, grew on me so freaking much when writing and expanding on what his character can be. He's a crackle of energy and lives in the moment and is kind of all over the place, but he just wants to make whatever he's doing fun for himself and those around him. The dude is observant and better at understanding people than you may think.

This is kind of where I like to find their balance. Butch brings a needed spontaneous nature into Blossom's by-the-books life. She helps him want to get organized, or at least, motivates him to figure shit out and have a direction to whatever he pleases. She thinks analytically, he thinks with emotions; they see both sides of things and learn together. Blossom, let's face it, is a perfectionist, it's her fatal flaw, but Butch is a person who's okay with failing and trying again. Seeing that from the person she admires dearly, eases her fears and it's what allows her to feel the most comfortable with Butch. Blossom is the one person who takes Butch seriously when no one has, and he's pretty sure she's the first person to ever turn to him for advice or acknowledge his intellect. He's loud and obnoxious and outgoing, he's absolutely ridiculous to be with, but he's also the person Blossom has laughed the hardest with and why she's more willing to put herself out there and open up to people. And with Blossom, Butch finds the beauty of what can be said in the silence.

As far as head canons:

Growing up, Blossom didn't think much of Butch other than twitchy ruff, and for Butch, she was girl Brick. They don't really interact beyond puff/ruff feuding and school bump-ins, until later in high school when they're assigned as lab partners and from it, a budding friendship into best friends that doesn't take a turn until their mid-twenties.

Blossom is the big spoon. Always.

They're the kind of couple whose favorite thing is just to be with each other. They could be waiting at the DMV for hours, or suffering from food poisoning, but if it's together, it was the best day. This also makes them the worst couple to invite places. Because if you invite one, you best believe the other will be there, and they kind of will do their own thing. This isn't a diss or intentional, it's just they have the most fun when with each other.

Shouldn't be surprising, but they are THAT couple when it comes to PDA. Butch is a touchy, puppy dog kind of a guy, and Blossom has come to understand and accept his need for physical touch. Besides, he's hot and she's allowed to make out with him whenever she so pleases.

They are terrible sleepers. Butch has too much energy to get more than two-three hours if he's lucky. Blossom, either overworks herself or her mind overthinks. This leads to them having a lot of late-night hang-outs/dates at the start of things, and when they do move in together, they find it a bit easier to sleep until an acceptable five to six hours.

They have the worst taste in media consumption. Their watchlist consists solely of whatever is ranked low on IMDb, and probably the reason that one shitty show you swear no one watches got renewed. The same goes for Blossom's choice in non-academic reading. Any of those terrible romantasy books you've heard about, she's torn through it with highlighted passages and colored sticky tabs on all the cringy dialogue/plot holes/questionable smut. She rants to Butch about them often, and sometimes, he'll quote something to see if she notices (primarily the spicy stuff). 97% of the time she catches it, and 3% of the time she's embarrassed a line worked on her.

Butch buys her flowers every other week just before the last bouquet is about to die.

Butch is and will always be ACAB, and he is strongly against any superhero organization. He gets Blossom and her sisters are genuinely trying to make a difference and help people, but superheroing sometimes involves collaborating with cops. Unless there's an attempt of assault or murder, Butch won't get involved even if it's happening right in front of them. This tends to be their biggest disagreement because Blossom understands his personal grievances and she agrees to a point with him, but she does wish he'd helped out when a robbery or monster attack derailed their date night.

Before they even got together, they were relationship people. Blossom's past ones were known to have at least a two-year minimum, and Butch had a hard time entertaining anything if he wasn't committed due to his quickness of boredom.

Blossom's humor is saltine-cracker dry and her jokes are often taken as rude because not a lot of people realize she's attempting a joke, they don't even think she's capable of telling one. But ask Butch, and he'll tell anyone willing to listen she's the funniest person he's ever met.

While I'm a color-crack shipper first, I do love other ships (brickercup, the blues, bubbles and/or boomer having a queer relationship with a normie), and I like to think of Blossutch as the constant. There has to be a time of wacky hijanks that lead to them and the others breaking into the multiverse later in life, and while their siblings are disgusted/perplexed by whoever is paired differently with them, Blossom and Butch are together in every alternative timeline they are shown.

Okay, okay. I think that's more than enough. Before I go, I wanted to say thank you for this ask. I've been putting off a Blossutch project I have planned for a summer release (hence why I think about them daily) and this definitely got the ol' brain working in the right direction. Hope this was something worth reading, lol.

#blossutch #powerpuff girls #can you tell how much I love them? #blossom utonium #butch jojo #ppg blossom

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You'd think as somebody who identified as a lesbian for as long as I did, I'd be better at getting a read on what characters have lesbian vibes when it comes to headcanons but it's def not the case. Characters that I headcanon as mspec (Blossom, Princess Daisy) or aroace (Princess Rosalina, Cackletta) are often headcanoned as lesbian. But the characters I do headcanon as lesbian (Aelita, Pauline, Princess) end up often being headcanoned as mspec.

It's honestly really fucking funny but sometimes I do feel like a bit of an ass shipping characters that are largely seen in currently fanon consensus as lesbians with men; again Blossom and Daisy being go to examples as a local Blossick and Luaisy shipper... although I do really dig transfem Brick/Blossom and transfem Luigi/Daisy takes too but I enjoy any trans ship takes whether it be t4t stuff or a trans character with a cis character in those two examples. Granted I only ship like five things that aren't my OCs (with the color code puff/ruffs and Luigi/Daisy being four of them) but I always love seeing explicitly queer spins on my ships hee hee hoo hoo (which is what I do with all my media ships anyways nowadays)!

But at the same time I also explicitly headcanon characters who in fanon consensus aren't lesbians as lesbians. Pauline figuring out she was a lesbian while she was dating Mario, breaking up with him, but still being one of his closest friends is one of my favorites for example. To wrap around to Daisy, I do headcanon that she dated her for a period of time before they ended up not working out, but they're still friends.

I think the only character I absolutely align with when it comes to lesbian consensus is Somnsnosa from the Hylics series. Most lesbian character I've ever seen in my fucking life and both the fandom and even Chuck Salamone (the composer of Hylics 2) agree. Somsnosa and Wayne are transfem lesbian and transmasc gay solidarity to me.

#ramblings #yes I am rambling about lesbian headcanons at almost 1 in the morning #'why do you feel guilty about your ship headcanons' moral OCD is so fucking stupid that's all I'll say LMAO #also this isn't including mspec gays/lesbians in the convo but I do have some thoughts there too on headcanons #just solidly talking about mono lesbians/mono gays