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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 1 year

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Hi baby!!

Mice been thinking abt Peter Fucking you in a library lately..

Give me thoughts??

i have plenty!

STUDY BUDDY- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Uni! Nerd! Boyfriend! Peter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 885

Summary: some innocent studying with your nerdy boyfriend leads to a quick hookup in the library :)

Warnings: SMUT, finger sucking, praise kink, voyeurism, sight degradation kink, swearing, teasing, dumbification kink, lots of pet names, and a special guest!

blue shirt look bc its my favourite and it makes me need himsobad

“I-I really gotta get back to my work Pete-” you gasped, the harsh pinch of your teeth biting down to meet your lower lip reminding you to keep your voice hushed.

The dark mahogany dug into your palms as you gripped the shelf, cracked spines and weathered pages meeting your gaze before you shut your eyes. It smelt of old books and Peter, his arms caging you in, leaving you nowhere to go but with him.

It had been smooth sailing for over an hour, the two of you nestling in together at a little table in the back of the old, quaint library. Surrounded by nothing but old wooden shelves and golden yellow oil lamps, it was a little haven for the two of you to get caught up on overdue assignments.

His work was a mystery to you- all the letters and numbers blurring together as he scratched away equations on the paper, fidgeting as he adjusted his glasses and rolled up his sleeves.

Books were pushed to the side after some time, his hand finding its way to your thigh, smirking as you slid your legs over his thigh to let your feet kick and dangle.

There was no point trying to focus anymore. You were entranced by him, lost in the idea of him- head in the clouds as you felt his fingers trace little outline drawings on your bare thigh, still focusing on his work.

From there, it was a mystery. He had you trapped, stuck between him as you felt the prominent bulge from his jeans slide against your skirt, making you shiver.

“Were you ever really doing any work in the first place? Or just twirling your hair and batting me those eyes so I’d get distracted?”

“I don't know what you're talking about…” you trailed off softly, breath caught in your throat as his soft lips met your neck- teasing you.

“Mmm don’t be so silly now sweetheart. You’re my smart girl, aren't you?”

You nodded. He smirked. It was as simple as that with you, hanging off his every word. “So don’t act stupid. I taught you better than that, ya know.” he quipped, in his charming, boyish ways- hand slipping down towards your skirt.

“We shouldn't do that here!” you huffed as his fingers traced those same little patterns he was on your skin earlier on your dampening panties.

“Oh baby when has that ever stopped you before? I thought you liked this hm? You wanna show everyone what a good lil girl you are?”

“We can’t-”

“Or are you too shy?” he continued, his belt jangling as he unbuckled it, seeming to echo off each pane of stained glass. “I know you're shy but not that shy baby. We’ve done it soo many times when you've been a little slut it public- haven't we? In my car, in the empty classroom or mmm the bathroom at your family gathering?”

You whimpered in response, words failing you. Your head fell limp as his chest was flush with your back, trapping you against the bookcase- bookspines nearly digging into your cheek.

“Shh you're fine. You want my fingers?” he asked softly, his low voice soothing you as he slowly slipped two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue before he slid himself in.

Your eyes widened as he moaned, slowly brushing against your insides- savouring how pure you felt around him. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck-” he chanted like a prayer, and you sucked harder on his fingers to stifle the noises you so desperately wanted to release.

Drool began to pool from your lips, coating the long digits as your eyes rolled, his dick fully inside you, panties somewhere down your thighs. You hoped it was empty in here. Because the idea of someone walking in on this made your head spin.

“Mhmm-” you gagged as he slowly slipped out of you, pumping back in with such force you thought you’d topple over if it wasn't for him holding you upright.

“This is your fault ya know. If you weren't such a damn tease…” he murmured softly, making you shake your head.

“Yes, yes it is. We could’ve been studying angelface, and because youre such a precious lil slut- we’re in this mess hm?” he sighed, breathing in the smell of your sweet, saccharine perfume that mixed with his cologne, the smell of him on you driving him wild.

Before you knew it, the book in front of you had slid off the shelf- and you saw fingers grab the book across from it to clear a direct pathway for a face you knew all too well.

A smirk was plastered across his face, eyebrows raising as you heard the air whoosh through his nostrils as he breathed you in.

“Well ain't this somethin else?” a low voice whistled.

“She’s shy Matty don’t scare her.” Peter replied, cocky as ever as he watched his best friend unfold you like a present- but knew deep down he could never have it. He was dangling bait in front of him.

“M-Matt?” you croaked out softly, stuttering as Peter continued to use you, fingers slipping out of your mouth.

“What’d ya doin there love?” he cooed.

“Studyin-” you choked out, making Peter laugh. “Oh she’s studyin alright.”

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yuurei20 · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland: the Novel. Leona.

In both the game and the manga Leona is introduced when the main character steps on his tail in the botanical gardens. He threatens to break the character's teeth and is interrupted by Ruggie, who takes him away.

In the novel, however, Leona has a very different introduction, when Deuce and Yuuya are on their way back to Heartslabyul from the school store with eggs for the chestnut tart, which get unceremoniously crushed by three troublemaking students.

In the game they are bullies from Heartslabyul, but in the novel they are from Savanaclaw.

"The group not only outnumbers Yuuya and Deuce, but they are physically larger as well.

How is it that Deuce is so calm in the face of a fight that he will not win?

Rather than panic, Deuce tilts his head to the left, then to the right, as though stretching before a light workout.

‘Yeah I’m gonna hit you. Six times, just like I said. Guess you didn’t hear me the first time.’

‘Hah! You’ve got guts.’

‘A first-year stupid enough to challenge his betters. You know how this is gonna end, yeah!?’

‘That’s my line.’ Deuce scoffs with a bark of laughter. ‘I’ll be getting revenge for those chicks!’

‘Will you shut UP about the chicks, you little brat! Come and get it!’

Yuuya has closed his eyes to shut out the scene without even realizing it, and that is when he hears a new voice, wholly different from any of the others.

‘Knock it off.’

It is a deep voice echoing from somewhere unknown, and the surrounding area goes instantly silent in response. Yuuya cautiously opens his eyes to the sight of a tall man standing before him.

He is wrapped in a strange atmosphere that attracts the stares of everyone around. Even hidden under his school uniform it is clear he is well-muscled, with a scar over his left eye that lends all the more power to his chiseled face.

The fists of the older students froze in mid-air at the command, completely throwing off their momentum. Now, like small animals under the watchful eye of a predator, they shrink away, murmuring, 'Leona-san'.

Ignoring the confused Deuce entirely, Leona raises an eyebrow at the formerly brawling group.

'Move up a grade and the first thing you do is start a fight in the street--are you all stupid?'

'But that brat is the one who started it first.'

'Huh. And? Don't like what I have to say, then?'

'Impossible! It's not like that at all.'

Leona is dressed down, wearing neither the jacket nor the tie to his school uniform, but he does wear the same yellow vest as the three students who had come so close to exchanging blows with Deuce. All three have become properly obedient in front of their fellow dorm member, Leona.

Who is Leona, that he is able to so easily subdue people who had been filled with such rage? While reflecting on this Yuuya notices the pair of animal ears sticking out of Leona's long hair, and realizes he is the man who had been leading other students at the ceremony.

Suddenly, their eyes meet.

'Hey. You.'

'Y-yes?' Yuuya's response leaves him in a sound that is almost a yelp, because Leona has suddenly drawn close enough to place his beautifully-sculpted nose near to the base of Yuuya's neck.

Yuuya breaks out in a cold sweat. Having his neck so exposed is frightening in a way he cannot put into words: he is frozen in fear of Leona tearing out his throat at any moment.

'Yuu!' Deuce yells, but before his fist can find its mark, Leona has smoothly stepped away.

'Hahah! You really don't have any scent of magic. All of that at the entrance ceremony wasn't just some joke after all.'

'Scent? You mean that's the one we heard about, the one who--' The other students stare at Yuuya as though seeing him for the first time.

'Yeah. The one without magic who got in on the charity of the headmage. There's no telling how the headmage will take it if you lay a hand on him.'

Leona glances to Yuuya, then to Deuce, and gives them a pompous grin.

'If you want to bat at mice, do it somewhere more discreet.'

'Hey, hang on a minute.' Deuce glowers at Leona, pointing at the student who stepped on their eggs.

'I don't know who you are, but he hasn't apologized to the chicks yet and he's going to pay for what he's done.'

Deuce is already readying to swing his fist when a skinny boy hurries up alongside him, putting a hand on Deuce's shoulder. His ears are bigger than Leona's and his large, drooping eyes are narrowed at Deuce--they are about equal in height.

'All right, all right. You calm down too.' He says, patting Deuce upon the shoulder.

'Who're you?'

'My name is Ruggie Bucchi.' Ruggie responds, with a deliberate shake of his whole body. 'And this scary personage is Savanaclaw Dorm Housewarden, Leona Kingscholar-san. We already know you're dumb enough to pick fights with upperclassmen, but even you know you won't be winning against our Housewarden, yeah? Times like this, you gotta side with whoever will benefit you the most.'

'Benefit? They're the ones who started this fight, and now they're trying to run away!'

'My my, aren't you a hot-blooded kitten--and here you should be thanking me. I called Leona over because I saw you were in danger, y'know?'

Leona looks to Ruggie. 'Tch. Patronizing bastard. You just wanted to give me more to deal with.'

'Shi-shi-shi. That's our housewarden! Settle brawls in an instant like that, and people will start relying on you.'

The three students who had been scuffling with Deuce and Yuuya look down at their feet, snickering; they seem to have cooled off after being chided by Leona. As his position in the dorm would lead one to assume, Leona seems to be well-liked.

Leona turns his back to Yuuya, a long tail trailing out of the back of his pants and swaying in his wake. There is a thick tuft of fur at the tip, different from that of any cat or dog; a lion's tail.

Though he has a languid stare, his narrow pupils send a shiver down Yuuya's spine. Yuuya knows, instinctively, that challenging Leona on their own would be disastrously reckless.

'Nothing wrong with having guts, but prepare well enough to know who your opponent is.'

'Hahaha! Yeah, just like the Housewarden says!'

'I'm talking to you three, too.'

With a sigh Leona leads away his dormmates. He leaves only Deuce behind, who is staring down at his feet in silence.

'Uh, Deuce?' Yuuya calls his name, but there is no response.

If he is honest with himself Yuuya might admit that he is a little frightened to call out to him, after seeing how Deuce changed before his eyes.

While wondering what he should do, he hears a gentle voice.

'...now I've done it.'

'Hm?'

Deuce lifts his head abruptly, revealing the miserable look upon his face.

'I completely forgot myself...I raised a hand against upperclassmen! I'm so sorry, Yuu!' Deuce bows to Yuuya stiffly, apparently having returned to his usual, serious self.

It is like the demon that he had been moments before was all a lie.

'I scared you, didn't I.'

'Not really--you helped me, after all. So uh, don't worry yourself.'

Yuuya manages a quick smile, but knowing how Yuuya cannot handle conflict, Deuce seems to think he is forcing it, which he cannot endure for long.

'The truth is...that was the real me.'"

#twstnovel #twisted wonderland #twst translations #Leona Kingscholar #Kuroki Yuuya

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Hiya! I was wondering if I could suggest a fic abt maybe eddie munson finding out about readers regression or maybe his first time caring for little reader?

First time

Content - first time regression with partner, self conscious reader, fluff, bottles, dummy use, slight angst, onesies, soft toys, mentions of alcohol and big space (very brief), films.

Summary - you have yet to regress with eddie, that changes when he comes to see you when your little.

Authors note - I adore this concept, I went with the first time that reader regresses with Eddie because I just think he'd be so sweet about it! Also I haven't seen the film I used I just looked up one from 1985 lmao. Hope you enjoy.♡

You and Eddie had been together for almost 2 years now, ever since you met each other you instantly felt a connection.

Eddie already knew about your age regression having found out about it when you had been drinking in his trailer.

After sobering up it had taken him a few weeks to get you to open up more about it but when he reassured you that he had no problem with it was much easier.

You still had yet to regress in front of Eddie still feeling slightly self conscious about your situation.

You were sitting down with a dummy in your mouth, your black rabbit Eddie had given you for your birthday in your arms and a colouring book beside you free from worry and stress in your little space.

Knock knock.

If you had been in big space you would have remembered that you had invited Eddie round to watch a new film that had been released on tape.

Cautiously walking over to the door holding your black bunny you unlocked it holding the her threateningly to the whoever was there. Opening the door you saw Eddie stood with his hands up, instantly pulling the rabbit into your side with a big smile on your face you walked into his arms giving him a big hug "hi d- Eddie" you mumbled into his shirt shyly.

"Hey little one" Eddie said as he kissed your head trying to maintain his excitement, he had wanted for so long to take care of you.

After coming back inside out of the cold he picked you up and cradled your body to his walking you over to the couch. Gently dropping you down, after you were both laying down you cuddled into him, after a few minutes you remembered about the film and piped up "would you like to watch the film" "I dunno sweetheart, I think it might be a bit scary for you" pouting at him you were about to argue but he spoke up before you had the chance "I do however have one that might be more suitable" he said standing up and grabbing his backpack and pulling out a cassette tape with the words the great mouse detective on the cover with pictures of mice in suits. That looked nice.

Halfway through the film you started to feel a bit sleepy pulling gently on Eddies shirt sleeves, he immediately sprung into action and pulled you into your bedroom. Laying you on your bed he went over to your draws and pulled out the one that he knew was where you kept all of your little things. He grabbed out a soft purple onesie with kitten paws all over it, your dummy and a bottle. after undressing you and zipping you into the onesie he went to heat up your bottle while you tried to fight back sleep. When he came back he turned off the lights leaving only your soft yellow lamp glowing.

After laying down with you he placed the bottle to your lips and you began to suck it down instantly making him chuckle "Yeah, is that nice little love" he gently teased stroking the side of your face. Not wanting to tear your lips away from the bottle you just nodded your head overcome with fatigue.

When the bottle was finished he quickly replaced it with your dummy as to not cause a fuss. Cuddling into your sheets and holding your bunny tightly you wrapped one of your legs around his. Raising your head up and placing a kiss to his cheek with the shield of your dummy and dropping your head into the side of his neck you whispered and an almost unintelligible "Goodnight daddy" slowly falling into slumber. Eddie felt his heart swell.

"Goodnight my little angel" he said giving you a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

#daddy!eddie #little!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #caregiver #sfw age regression #age regression reader

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jaketeachesdeath · 8 days

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Third day of Mammal Week is all about Rodents!

There are a total of 17 different Rodents across the British Isles and we have less than half of that.

Here there is

Grey Squirrel

Brown Rat

Bank Vole

Field Vole

Wood Mouse

House Mouse

Theres also Red Squirrel, Eurasian Beaver, Hazel Dormouse, Water Vole, Harvest Mouse and Yellow Necked Mouse, all of which are native. On top of that theres also some Island subspecies, the Skomer, Guernsey and Orkney Voles. Skomer being a subspecies of the Bank Vole and the latter of the Common Vole. Not forgetting the Edible Dormouse and the Black Rat both of which have been introduced.

So out of our list theres two species which have been introduced. The Brown Rat and of course the Grey Squirrel, the Brown Rat came in from Asia and the Grey Squirrel is native to North America. The Grey Squirrel however is classed as an Invasive Species.

Both of these species are adaptable, agile and unfortunately are known for spreading disease. Notably the Grey Squirrel having a huge effect on Red Squirrel populations who have no immunity to pox. In addition thier aggressive behaviour (amongst other complications) forced Reds into a select few locations, entirely absent from Southern England Mainland.

But now lets talk about teeth!

Teeth are the easiest way to seperate the last 4 species. Mice have cusped molars and Voles have molars that continuously grow. Then to seperate that further the distinction between Wood and House Mice is the notch in the back of the incisors of the House Mouse which the Wood lacks. In Voles its a little more complicated, sometimes its notable by the length of row of teeth, sometimes even the shape of the teeth pattern as seen from the underside but the distinction between Field and Bank Voles is the second molar the Bank Vole has a paired root and the Field Vole have a single open root on the 2nd upper molar!

24/04/24

#vulture culture uk #vulture culture #oddities #taxidermy #bones #skull #skull collecting #animal skull #curiosities #mammal week

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assortedvillainvault · 13 days

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Malefecent had fallen to Dr.facilier charming nature.He also finds Malefecent Attractive and suggests they go on a date to know each other little better.

Oooh this one took a bit of thinking! I don't think they'd become a full on pair, but a little fling wouldn't hurt...

Maleficent x Dr. Facilier: A Risky Venture

- It wasn't unusual for new villains to get a crush on Maleficent. Like – yes hello, water is wet, the Mouse won’t shut up, and the Mistress Of All Evil is the most attractive thing on legs, what else is new?

- It was, however, MUCH rarer for a newcomer to actually approach the elder villainess and make a move.

- To date only ten of the 127 Disney villains had ever tried, to varying degrees of success.

- Dr Facilier wasn’t one to simply sidle up and try his luck. At least not without a game plan and some research.

- Simply asking around got him some sly smirks, a huffy eye roll from Hades and the sort of glazed-over look from Jafar that spoke of things he’d really rather not hear about. Ursula cackled enough through her drink that he put her in the same ‘don’t ask’ camp as Jafar. Queen Grimhilde didn’t even deign to respond, and the Horned King simply glared and mimed breaking his neck for asking.

- The other five that had ever tried were apparently smote into craters for the audacity. He cast a look over the singed walls and decided to let those lie.

- He slid into a seat at an empty table, feeling Shadow pool around his feet under the long cloth. Idly, he let his cards flick and tumble through his fingers, deftly shuffling and reshuffling.

- The Loa were off the table. A. Because a date definitely counted as ‘something for himself’. B. Because he could hardly trust them when dealing with something so open ended as a crush. And c. Because he knew she would perceive him as lesser for depending on their help.

- He’d always had good eyes. Able to see what most others couldn’t. And while he would never claim to see through every disguise...from day one he’d been able to see the way fire and scales stretched and twisted under her skin – the way the lights in the room dimmed and flickered under her smile, how her cloak was full of raven feathers and vicious thorns. He could see the way her presence lanced through a crowd like a silent lightning strike – all ozone and anticipation under the thin blanket of night.

- When Hades had leaned over and clicked his jaw shut with a smirk, slyly asking “First time?” it’d taken all he had not to slip into the shadows – donning his signature charm like a shield.

- He blinked down at his hands, frowning at the faces of cards he’d laid down by habit. The devil, the seven of swords, the tower…

- A perfect talon clicks onto the tower. His heart thuds into his mouth as he looks up (and up and UP, hell she’s tall-) at the amused, elegant smile of one Mistress of All Evil.

- Hahaha shit.

- At a loss, he flings himself into his tried and tested talent: talking.

- “Evening, ma’am.” He tips his hat and tried desperately not to overthink the amused upturn of her lips, finding it to be much the same expression as a cat playing with mice. “To what do I owe the pleasure, stopping by little ol’ me?” Should he try and kiss her hand?? It was right there, he should probably look into how to regrow fingers just in case- “Is there...” he swallows. “Anything I can, help you with?”

- She chuckles, and he feels it run though his bones as if he were stood right next to a brass band’s drummers. Shadow has a vice grip on his ankles under the table and he tries so hard not to remember being dragged to his grave, tries not to kick his one remaining friend as Maleficent’s yellow eyes bore into his violet ones and he swears he might know how Hook feels – sized up by a reptile willing and eager to swallow him whole-

- “Plenty, little doctor.” She smiles, slow and sharp. He swallows thickly, fighting not to grin. “if you feel...up to the challenge?”

- He feels his lips drag up into an ill advised grin. “Yes ma’am~”

#thalassa responds #disney villains #thanks so much for the ask!!#disney maleficent #maleficent #disney dr faciler #dr facilier #DVCule relevant I suppose? but def can be read outside of that AU #Maleficent would likely see facilier as an amusing distraction rather than enything approaching equal #Facilier is a little too addicted to getting involved with powers far beyond his own #The dragon and the con man is a fun duo tho!

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poitypinky · 10 months

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Pinky and The Brain: reboot intro analysis

I really love the reboot intro for the Pinky and The Brain's segments! You are about to read an analysis of some symbols and a bit of the cinematographic language.

Doing this was fun and quite inspiring, I hope you feel the same while reading.

Let's begin 🐁

First, we see lightnings and hear thunders, since the light and sound strike at the same time, we can tell the thunderstorm unfurls very close by. Lightning is a symbol of illumination and destruction.

The next screenshot reminds me of The Tower, a tarot card with lightning as one of the main symbols, which reveals a great abrupt change (for the better or the worst) by striking down something structured, maybe a way of thinking.

When we see Acme Labs, even if it has a sign not to enter, there is an opening that frames an inviting path. The moon takes importance with a great visual weight because of the way it is placed in the composition and how it contrasts.

The symbol of the moon is all about emotion, intuition, the yin and sometimes craziness; Pinky embodies that characteristics. In 1995's spinoff, we sneak a peek of Brain's mind and see Pinky as the Cheshire cat, then he becomes the moon which orbits him (from Brainwashed: Part 1 - Brain, Brain, Go Away).

After that, we have Pinky running in the wheel, it seems that he is running towards Brain; the action goes from right to left, indicating an extra level of difficulty as it goes against the occidental reading direction. The subtle camera movement included makes it look like Pinky is getting closer, even if he is not.

Brain is facing the other way, we don't get to see what he is looking at or his face expression, as if his intentions and emotions are hidden. Brain is placed between the moon and Pinky, trapped in the cage. His shadow is bigger than himself.

About the shapes, The Brain is surrounded by the cage, squares, while Pinky is framed inside a circle. Those two shapes can be associated to their personalities; the square is strong, reliable and linked to the material world, the circle flows, is infinite and linked to the spiritual world.

Next you have a screenshot of the Pinky and The Brain's intro from 1995 because this part is very similar, so you can see how the composition changes, mostly the direction of movement, the sensation of depth and so of distance.

As The Brain reveals himself, the moon is clouded by the thunderstorm, just as Pinky is overpowered by Brain's desire to take over the world.

Then this pattern appears, it kinda looks like the shapes of the cage and the window.

The colors change, we go from cold to warm. Here the palette includes purple, a color I associate to Brain, and goes to almost yellow, a color I link to Pinky.

Purple and yellow is a complementary color combination, these are on the opposite side of the color wheel. Complementary and opposite, just like this comedy duo!

Pinky follows The Brain, this time even if they go from right to left, which implies difficulty, they also walk down, which makes it easier. This abstraction of their character design is a good way to appreciate the difference between them.

A little detail I like is how Pinky has no neck, his head is kinda floating.

Then the straight lines curve and Pinky and The Brain fall apart...

But soon they bounce and stand again.

In a quick seamless transition, the path they were just following turns into their names, a really neat and balanced tittle with a grade between purple and magenta; it also has a bit of red, purple and yellow peeking by the sides, maybe that colors speak about what is inside or behind.

Here the mice look different, like little plastic figures in a war board game. Brain is almost in the center of the composition, but Pinky is situated in a way your eyes go to him by the rule of thirds.

Then The Brain emerges and takes these two figures in his hands, he and Pinky are both like playthings that Brain (or maybe his shadow, the representation of his dark side) takes control of.

Not only this shadow Brain overpowers Pinky and himself, but also transforms them at will in something he can use. Look how happy he is in this brief moment of control.

Because of the atoms's chemical composition, they seem to attract each other and bond. Their cores, which were their noses, collide, drawing a tick red line that kinda makes shadow Brain look like an angry clown for a split second.

Pinky emerges and goes his own way. The jump he makes reminds me again of the tarot card The tower I was talking about in the beginning, which also symbolizes what eludes control.

Brain has been going to the left all the way, and now Pinky goes to the right. He passes between flasks, some of them weird looking. We mostly see his snout and a detail that only can be seen through the glass: his eyes.

Glass is made with the 4 elements and can represent balance between them, it also can symbolize fragility, rebirth, dreams.

Where has Brain been? Did he go the opposite way, or was he following Pinky? Either way, they end up in parallel paths that look like their process of thinking, and so Brain's is practical, almost a straight line, while Pinky's seems like a dance with all those unnecessary turns.

Pinky's way also has a bit of blue, the one of his own eyes, a color related with freedom, loyalty, and perhaps his unique way of seeing things.

They get to what seems the center of a maze.

Even if they walk opposite ways, it looks like their heads turn to the center, so maybe they are looking at each other or at their shared tail, which sorta reminds me of the red thread of fate, in this case magenta, a color which expresses intensity, volatile feeling, but also intuition, friendship, or romance. Mice use the tail for balance.

As they walk opposite ways, the tail does not break, both fall apart before it does.

This seems to give things a new direction, which Pinky's nose follows. The smell is the sense linked to memory, and I think it also has a connection to the intuition.

Red is another symbol that has importance, a color that's all about passionate feelings, positive and negative ones.

Here the maze looks more like a spiral.

Then Pinky falls throughout this spiral of DNA. Even if he is falling, it also looks like he is going to the center of it, which is a symbol of going to the intuitive nature.

The DNA morphs into a golden stripe in which Pinky slides down. If you pause it just in the right time, you can notice the other side of this stripe is purple.

Golden means success, good luck but also egoism. Purple, the color that I link to The Brain symbolizes mystery, royalty, and wisdom, but also deceit.

When this stripe of color is looked through the magnifying glass, it looses its abstract form, becoming a yellow ruler with purple marks. I link yellow to Pinky, it is his favorite color (at least it was in the 1995 spinoff series) and expresses positivity, happiness, but also anxiety and craziness.

Purple and yellow have a shared meaning: in the positive side, creativity; in the negative side, arrogance.

The mice pop up side by side.

Brain's posture here is very different from the powerful one he had before, and we no longer see him in a low angle shot, it is actually a slightly high angle shot. He is slouching, looking kinda defeated, probably by another failed scheme.

By the look he gives Pinky here, he seems sorta dumbfounded by his partner in crime.

Pinky is completely immerse in measuring himself, lifting the ruler as to say he sees himself a bit bigger than he actually is. Brain is still looking at him, now more annoyed than confused.

Since Pinky is having fun, he doesn't realize how Brain kinda gives up on whatever he is pondering with his trademark eye roll and a pouty mouth.

If it is like in the 1993 Animaniacs segments, the one holding the magnifying glass is Yakko, who shares Pinky's voice actor Rob Paulsen.

Then we quickly pull back, remembering how dinky they are. There's a pencil there, which makes them look tiny but also could be a reminder of their shared quality, creativity.

We go in reverse and there's a significant surprise, the cage is nowhere to be seen, just a huge space and them getting lost in it. The colors had gone almost completely cold, with only a bit of desaturated red and a very eye-catching yellow lamp right above them.

It pans out taking us out of Acme Labs, the thunderstorm has passed, and the moon is no longer there, only some clouds and a few stars. A whole cycle had been completed, ending almost where it began.

Some final thoughts about it all 🌎

As I see it, the intro has the same structure as the mice misadventures. When I was watching the reboot segments I first thought it had a circular type of storytelling, ending just as it started, but now I think that it actually has a spiral structure.

In the intro, it all starts with the chaos of the storm and ends with calmness, it stars with distance between Pinky and The Brain but ends with them standing together; it is also the path the show seems to follow with the storylines.

Special thanks to the person who pointed out how this comedy duo falls apart when they separate, I lost the post, but I know I saw it somewhere on Tumblr, if you have that info, please tell me and I'll update the post to give proper credit.

〰 Poity

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Very Epic Intro Post: :3

Hi!!! I’m Kovu :) There’s not really a lot to know about me to be honest… uhh i really like cheese and i play guitar?

Name: Kovu

Pronouns: He/They

From: England

Like: Cheese, Burgundy,

Dislikes: Broccoli

Please Interact if:

lgbtqia+, emo, scene, if you like any of the music i listed below, neurodivergent folk :)

MUSIC:

My spotify wrapped usually has my top artists as: 5SOS, Boys of Fall, SayWeCanFly, All Time Low

but here’s a comprehensive alphabetical list of *most* the bands i like:

a day to remember, alesana, alive like me, the all american rejects, all time low, amber pacific, american hifi, the amity, addiction , anarbor , andy black, arborview, as it is, asking alexandria, avril lavine, beartooth, before their eyes, between you and me, black veil brides, blessthefall, blink 182, bowling for soup, boys like girls, bring me the horizon, broadside, busted, caslow, castle field, charlotte sands, chase atlantic, chiodos, cute is what we aim for, crooked teeth, dance gavin dance, a day to remember, emarosa, escape the fate, every avenue, the faim, falling in reverse ,fall out boy, first and forever, forever the sickest kids, fountains of wayne, franz ferdinand, the friday night boys, future palace, games we play, get scared, the ghost inside, good charlotte, grayscale, green day, hey violet, hot chelle rae, hot milk, i prevail, i the mighty, the teenage janoskians, jayxander, jimmy eat world, jxdn, knox, knuckle punch, like pacific, linkin park, louis tomlinson, loveless, mgk, madrona, the maine, makeout, mason levi , mayday parade, mccoy, midnight skies, milestones, misplaced, modsun, movements, mcr, neck deep, newfound glory, the offspring, of mice and men, oh weatherly, our last night, p!atd, paramore, pierce the veil, the red jumpsuit apparatus, sarah barrios, senses fail, set it off, silverstein, simple creatures, simple plan, a skylit drive, sleeping with sirens, sleep on it , stand, atlantic, state champs, state of survival , a step ahead, stiff dylan’s, story of the year, the story so far, story untold, the summer set, sundressed, taking back sunday, thirty seconds to mars , tonight alive, underoath, ur pretty, the used, wage war, waterparks , we are the in crowd, we the kings, we were sharks, with confidence, the wrecks, wstr , yellow card, yours truly, you vs yesterday, zebra head

DNI:

Pretty simple DNI, don’t be a jerk, don’t be pr0 the usual (anything involving self inflicted injury, or d1s0rd3d shenanigans, no general triggering stuff here plz :3) No creeps xx

I thinks that covers anything, thank you for your time <3

Socials: KovuIsAlive on everything (apart from discord)

#emo #spotify #pop punk #intro #intro post #emo core #emo kid #scene #music #scene kid #scenecore #emocore #scemo #scenemo #rawring 20s

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kirnet · 2 months

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tagged for wip wednesday by @nsewell and also @mrs-theirin last week!! tagging whoever wants to and sees this bc its late :3

wrapping up actium chap 3 and also im working on a grave and weep rewrite!

”Who was that guy?” you whispered to him when you pulled yourself into the cab, worried that he could somehow hear you over the distance. “You can’t think working with him is actually a good idea.”

Henry huffed out a breath that meant he agreed with you, but he was going to argue anyway. “You’re not getting paid to ask questions, kid.”

You slapped his hand away before it could turn on the radio. The last thing your thin thread of sanity needed was a twangy guitar solo at ear-bursting volume. “You’re the one always telling me to go in with as much intel as possible.”

”Don’t throw my own advice back at me.” His hair was near matted when he pulled off his baseball cap, his fingers unable to work through the tangle. “You want to pay your mama’s debts? Then you need to get comfortable taking jobs you don’t want to. This is the life you chose.”

”I’m-“ Scared. You were scared. Whoever - whatever - Henry’s contact was, a beast with manic eyes and yellowed teeth, you didn’t trust him as far as you could throw him. With sinking disappointment you realized that you yearned for comfort, that you wanted him to reach out and tell you that hey, it was going to be okay. He wouldn’t put your life in danger needlessly. A good mentor would never aim for his student’s injury. And maybe he realized it, too, the way his lip curled in disgust, like he finally just saw you for what you were: a trembling teenager fumbling with your seatbelt, not some bastion of untapped power. “I’m just letting you know that I’m getting my ‘I told you so’ ready, alright?”

It was a good moment to finish the argument as you usually did, with you conceding and Henry never acknowledging the tense silence. Instead, after a long moment of consideration where he almost shifted the truck into drive, he turned to you. “I don’t trust him,” he admitted, eyes dark. “You don’t either. Good. It means I finally beat some intuition into you.” He scratched his neck, the sound of his scruff making you cringe. “I’m not bringing you on as surveillance for the team, I’m bringing you on for me. To watch my back.”

If Henry thought that moment of vulnerability was going to put your fears to rest, he was wrong. It had a distinctly opposite effect. “You think he’s gonna try to kill you?” you snapped, lurching forward when he finally started the car forward.

The truck tumbled over curbs and potholes, finally connecting to an actual side street. He shrugged. “Always a possibility. Nature of the job.” With a casualness you loathed, Henry reached a hand out and smacked a palm against your forehead, never looking away from the road. “But I got you, yeah? You’re my ace. You just worry about making sure your frozen mice are appropriately thawed and I’ll take care of the rest.”

#i started out doing the g+w rewrite as oh im just gonna spruce up the individual chapters #but the whole reason i stopped updating was bc i was frustrated that i hadn’t done enough work to introduce things in an earned way and i ha #had written myself into some corners #so im restarting with mostly the same framework but just with more intentional buildup #and part of that is more necromancer and henry flashback scenes :) bc i care abt them :)#anyway i’ve written the first chapter 3 separate times and i keep scrapping it lol. we’ll get there eventually #ramblings #wip #wip wednesday

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antiqueanimals · 2 years

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Grzimek's Animal Life Encyclopedia, vol. 11, Mammals II. 1972. Illustrated by Friedrich Reimann.

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katblu42 · 9 months

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Disney Princess Gordon

For TagMiniBang2023 @tagminibang and isnpired by wonderful art by @tippystreasurebox @godsliltippy Thanks @gumnut-logic for the read through!!

Main inspiration is this wonderful art.

It all started with that awesome painting Virgil did of Gordon sitting on the seabed, feeding the little fish that surrounded him. Gordon’s eyes had lit up the moment Virgil had revealed it to him, drinking in all the little details. The colours, the beams of light, the bubbles, the illusion of movement in a still image, and the absolute joy of the moment all captured with brushstrokes.

“It’s amazing, Virg!” Gordon had exclaimed in wonder, wrapping his big brother in one of his most clingy squid hugs to show his gratitude. “Thanks!”

Then the discussion had begun with the entrance of his eldest and youngest brothers.

“Ooh, hey, cool painting.” Alan’s eyes wandered the expanse of canvas, trying to take it all in.

“Is this what you’ve been working on all this past week or so?”

Virgil nodded, and Gordon could see that little flicker of self-conscious doubt creep into his expression. It was something that they all had, but it was only noticeable if you knew to look for it – that little niggling need for big brother approval. The delighted pride that had sparkled in those deep brown eyes just moments ago faded momentarily until Scott’s hand landed on Virgil’s shoulder, and that famous dimpled smile spread across the eldest’s face as he studied the artwork.

“It’s fantastic, Virgil. Really captures a moment that is so very Gordon. I feel like I’m there with him.”

And the sparkle was back, the shoulders a little straighter, self-doubt chased away with a few words.

“Kinda reminds me of something, though.” Alan stood with his head slightly tilted to one side, one hand reaching up to scratch absently at the back of his neck as he regarded the canvas.

He paused so long in silence the others had all begun picking out little details they liked, naming the types of fish, remarking on the colours and shading, then –

“He looks like a Disney princess!” Alan finally blurted out.

And suddenly they had all seen it. The similarity to Snow White or Sleeping Beauty surrounded by woodland creatures, or Cinderella with the birds and mice. That was when John had joined the conversation by helpfully providing examples from the internet, holoprojected for comparison.

At the time Gordon had laughed along with his brothers. After all, it was just harmless, good-natured fun, and it did kind of look a little like some of those old, animated movie scenes.

“Are you suggesting Virgil should have given me a mermaid tail like Ariel?” he’d said with a laugh when images from the Little Mermaid were called up.

“Nah,” Scott had countered. “You’re not a mermaid who wishes she could live on land, you’re a human who wishes he could live underwater.”

“Oh, yeah,” Alan chimed in. “Like a reverse Little Mermaid.”

There had been more laughter, but little else said about it and they had all drifted away to other tasks soon after that. Gordon had quickly put it out of his mind. Which is why it surprised him to now find himself startled awake by a rather vivid nightmare. The dream had apparently made him restless enough to fall out of bed. Head first.

[More inspirational art]

It took a moment for him to mentally orientate before he could physically right himself into a sitting position. Heart still pounding, head beginning to throb and a brain full of images of a gigantic, tentacled monster with an evil grin and yellow glowing eyes who wanted too high a price in exchange for the ability to live underwater permanently.

[And another]

The dream itself was fading, but the fear of ending up “sleeping with the fishes” instead of living amongst them still gripped him tightly.

Gordon was sure Lady Penelope had been a part of his dream, and that somehow the deal he was making with KrakenHood involved leaving his brothers to be with her. He almost called her to discuss his weird bad dream with her, wondering if she could help him makes sense of what it was all about and where it had sprung from. Then he remembered the painting and the ensuing discussion the afternoon before.

He thought it seemed an odd thing to have sparked a nightmare like that. And while he tried to put it all out of his mind as he climbed back into bed and tried to get back to sleep, that proved easier said than done.

The whole Disney princess discussion was replaying itself in his mind. Over and over. Snow White. Sleeping Beauty. Cinderella. The Little Mermaid. They’d all been mentioned and Gordon had laughed along with his brothers at the comparisons. He hadn’t been bothered by it. Or had he?

Something wasn’t sitting right with him, but he couldn’t put a finger on what exactly. So, despite trying to put the whole thing out of his mind, he ended up spending another couple of sleepless hours tossing and turning.

When the glow of pre-dawn light summoned the dawn chorus the next morning Gordon roused himself and made his way down to the pool. He stood in the shadows watching the sunrise paint the sky and barely registered Scott taking off for his morning run. There was no greeting, so Gordon figured Scott hadn’t seen him.

His morning laps were lazier than normal – a contrast to an unrested and still churning mind. He’d completed a little over half the normal number of laps by the time Scott returned and tossed a “Morning Fish!” in his direction.

Gordon returned the greeting with his normal chirpiness. Or so he thought.

By the time Gordon had climbed out of the pool, made a half-hearted attempt at towelling off and headed into the kitchen, Scott was waiting for him at the kitchen table. The waiting wasn’t particularly unusual, but the fact he was seated definitely was. A glass of Gordon’s favourite breakfast juice was slid across the table, indicating a summons to sit.

“What’s up, Squid?”

Okay, so maybe his big brother was more observant than he’d like to admit right now. It wasn’t going to stop Gordon from deflecting.

“The usual. What’s up with you?”

An eyebrow was raised in response.

Gordon took a long sip of his drink in an effort to say nothing more until Scott spoke again. This would not have worked with Virgil – he knew how to wait until you couldn’t stand it anymore and had to risk incriminating yourself by filling the horrible expanse of silence. John was almost as bad but was more likely to use unavoidable questions rather than complete silence. But Scott didn’t have that level of patience, and Gordon knew he wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

“Really?” Right on cue. Less than 30 seconds. “You’re going to avoid the question and pretend I can’t see the dark circles under your eyes? Next I suppose you’re going to tell me I imagined the fact that you were out by the pool earlier than normal, but too distracted to set your normal lap count and timer?”

Damn! Gordon’s gaze fell to the table and his finger trailed through the little ring of water left by the condensation from his glass.

There was an implication that John might have had a word to Scott, a little heads-up that Gordon’s routine was a little off today. Deep down Gordon knew that Scott probably didn’t need the tip-off, though.

“I’m fine, Scott.” He knew his slumped shoulders said otherwise. “Just a bit distracted, like you said.”

“Something on your mind?”

“It’s nothing, really.”

Gordon didn’t need to look up from his condensation finger painting to know that piercing blue eyes were intently studying him.

“Distractions that cause a sleepless night can hardly be considered nothing.” Scott’s hand reached across to Gordon’s, stilling the fidgeting.

Gordon heaved a sigh and raised his gaze to meet his brother’s. “I had a really weird dream and it got me thinking. That’s all.”

“Oh?”

How one tiny word could convey so much Gordon would never know, but that single uttered syllable actually translated to “Go on, I’m listening. Spill your guts, Gordon. I won’t judge you, I’m here for you and I’m not gonna let up until you talk to me, so you might as well just get it over with.” Or words to that effect.

He wondered if it was a big brother thing. John and Virgil could do it too. That and the eyebrow thing. They could all interrogate you using just their eyebrows.

Gordon resigned himself to his fate and sat up a little straighter, steeling himself for an awkward conversation.

“I dreamed I was in some kind of Little Mermaid AU, or whatever. Like Alan said yesterday.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Gordon, if anything we said yesterday bothered you –“

“No! It didn’t, I swear.” Gordon held a hand up in a Rescue Scout salute, then let it drop. “At least, I didn’t think it did at the time, but . . .”

The bright-eyed rush to reassure Scott that no offence had been taken ebbed away with a shrug and another sigh.

“I don’t really know what’s bugging me about it.”

“The painting?”

“No, I love the painting! It’s awesome. Virgil did such an amazing job with it. It looks kind of like I feel when I’m down there with the fish, you know?”

Scott’s crooked smile in reply suggested that he did, at least in some way know what Gordon was trying to say.

“He’ll be glad to hear that. So, was it the way we compared you to a princess?”

“No . . .?” the uncertainty etched itself into Gordon’s frown. “Not really. Not if you mean misgendering, because I didn’t take it that way. None of that matters to me.” A wicked grin formed, and an eyebrow quirked upward. “Besides, I’m not the only Tracy boy who’s dressed up as a princess on occasion!”

Scott’s own smile broke containment and became a chuckle.

“I think . . .” realisation dawning, the thoughts barely formed before Gordon spoke the words, “maybe it’s more about the specific princesses that were mentioned.”

“What about them?”

“They don’t fit me,” the words came faster now, the thought more fully formed. “I mean, I’m not them. Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella. I don’t fit those stories. Not even the Little Mermaid.”

“Gordon –“

“Maybe that’s what the dream was? My mind trying to fit me into Ariel’s story or something, and realising that’s just not the right Disney Princess for me to identify with.”

“You don’t have to identify with a Disney Princess.” Scott’s brow furrowed before the confusion gave way to a frustrated eye-roll and a facepalm rolled into one. “Why would you even put this much thought into it?

Gordon shrugged again, but this time the action was full of his regular jauntiness and accompanied by his trademark mischievous grin. He no longer felt weighed down by his thoughts, knowing he was onto something.

“I dunno. I kind of like the comparison, I guess. I’ve just gotta find the right . . .“ Gordon’s eyes widened, lit with a fire of inspiration that had Scott’s Gordon’s-bright-ideas alarm bells ringing for a moment.

The two were so engrossed in the discussion, Virgil’s quiet entry into the room went unnoticed. He paused in his journey toward the coffee pot, appearing to attempt to process what he was witnessing.

“So, which princess are you then?”

Gordon stood, striking a dramatic pose as he proudly sang “I am Moana!”

~~~

That evening, sitting alone in his room going over some recent statistics on the population and general health of various marine species he’d been helping to monitor, a piece of paper was quietly slipped under his door.

Wandering over and picking it up he immediately recognised it as a page from one of Virgil’s sketch books, and the image depicted on it had his face splitting into a wide grin.

[One more!]

I hope this little fic does the wonderful art justice.

I did want to add a little more - Gordon's lists of similarities and differences to each princess mentioned - but time got away from me, and I think the story flows okay without those. But if anyone's curious . . . let me know! :)

#tagminibang2023 #tagminibang #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #thunderbirds are go #godsliltippy

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baka-monarch · 9 months

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xD here you go

Also those stats are not lookin good–its neck and neck xD

(dhejekejdjeh I mean I still like Awesamdream so it's fine if they win, plus I don't really expect prime boys to win, either way it seems fun to do this- so now I'll write you a thing I guess :3 )

Dream scampered across the floor, his bag swinging around and thumping against his side painfully but he couldn't slow down, not now, not with a cat chasing after him. As a mouse hybrid there were many dangers in the world, especially if you choose to gnaw a hole to live inside of someone larger's walls. Dream knew these dangers well and always kept an eye out for them when moving- but this time he somehow missed the glaring detail that a cat lived here; the yellow feline itself was currently chasing him through the house, hissing, and glaring at him with it's blue eyes.

All Dream needed to do was to get to any of the holes he'd chewed into the walls here- but every time he was close the cat pounced and blocked his path. He was running out of options and out of time as he steadily grew more and more tired. Mice have good endurance but he couldn't exactly run forever, and he could already feel his legs tingling, about ready to give out under him.

Dream spotted another hole and turned to make a dash for it, but he really had been running for too long, because as soon as he moved his body to turn he tripped on his own tired legs and collapsed onto the floor painfully. Not long after that he could hear the cat's pip paping of paws approaching him and he knew it was over. Out of all the ways he thought he'd go he'd always hoped it wouldn't be a cat, or at least he'd be able to put up a fight if it was; but with how exhausted he was he couldn't move let alone fight as he felt and heard the cat sniffing him from behind.

It was over for Dream....

The little mouse closed his eyes as he felt a warm breath that smelled like cat food envelope him, and prepared to be bitten into....

To his surprise however, he was gently lifted up by the back of his hoodie. He looked down to the floor below confused and saw the cat's legs and paws below him. So they were holding him, but why not eating? His question was far from answered as the cat started running off again, taking Dream with it somewhere upstairs.

Dream could do nothing more than watch as the cat brought him into an unfamiliar bedroom then hopped up onto a bed where it dropped Dream down onto the blanket unceremoniously.

"Oof-" The mouse huffed as he landed, then pushed himself up to turn to look back at the cat- who was staring at him with it's face literally in his own. "Uuuhhhhh hi cat?" He asked as he scooted back away from the fairly scary face and started looking around the room, trying to think of something other than the predator that probably just wanted to play with him more before finally eating. "When did this room get here...?" The mouse wondered aloud, still ignoring the cat for now.

"It's always been here." A voice spoke up and Dream froze. None of the humans were supposed to be home yet, and when Dream looked at the bedroom door no one was there. He tried to keep looking for the source of the voice but didn't get far as he was picked up by his tail, a fearful squeak being ripped from his throat. "Heeeyyy over here little guy!" It was the voice again, and as Dream was spun around he found the source finally- there was a large person behind him, they looked like a skinny teenage boy with curly blond hair and blue eyes- and cat ears.

"O- oh!" Dream squeaked. Oh... A cat person... Literally. The teen chuckled and tossed Dream into the air, ignoring how he shouted before catching him.

"Hmm, I think I'll call you squeaks since you squeak y'know!" The teen laughed again as he pet Dream's hair and the little mouse shivered.

"Wh- what? Who-" Dream started to ask but didn't get far before he was dropped onto the cat's pillow with another pained squeak.

"I'm Tommy, Tommy Danger Kracken Innit!" The teen introduced himself as Dream struggled to push himself up on the squishy pillow. "Now, who are you really and why are you in my house mousey?" Just as Dream got up he was pushed over again by a massive finger.

"I- I'm Dream..." He stuttered out. "And uh- well uh-" Well shit if he told this kid he lived in the walls he might actually be eaten. "I was just passing by....?"

"Uh-huh, sure, inside someone else's house?" Dream gulped as he watched the cat's tail wave around in annoyance.

"Y- yeah! It was uh- it was cold I just- I just needed to warm up for a second before heading home!" He lied, shivering as he looked up at the cat's glowing blue eyes.

"You were cold out there eh?" Dream nodded, even though he could tell the cat didn't believe him. "Alright!" The cat smirked, showing off rows upon rows of terrifying fangs. "Then why not stay a bit longer? Warm up some more! I even have somewhere to keep you very warm..." The cat growled and Dream held back a whimper.

"N- no no I- I couldn't-" Dream started to frantically say, trying to think of any reason why he'd need to leave, and flinched when the cat barked out into loud laughter.

"Oh my gosh you mice are so weird!" Tommy kept laughing, "Did you actually think I'd eat a person?" Dream froze and looked into their blue eyes for any sign this was a trick, and when he didn't find any he nodded. "Wow, guess it's true about what they say with you little guys and anxiety." Tommy rolled his eyes which only confused Dream more.

"S- so.... You're uh... You're not going to eat me?" He looked up at Tommy hopefully and flinched again when he started giggling.

"Nah, I'm really not into eating other hybrids- feels all morally wrong and all that bullshit." The teen shrugged and scooped Dream up in his hands. "Plus it was fun to play with you today, it's pretty fucking boring here alone." Dream held onto Tommy's thumb as the kid started carrying him somewhere. "Would you mind playing a bit of cat and mouse again some time?" Tommy smiled that same toothy smile that sent a shiver down Dream's spine.

"I- if you don't scare me a- again..." He stuttered out, and sighed in relief when the cat nodded in understanding.

"That's fair, I think I went a biiiit to far this time anyways-" Tommy giggled when Dream nodded. "Either way, I think this is what you were trying to get to?" The cat gently set Dream down in front of one of his holes, and Dream finally actually calmed down. He was being let go- they were being honest.

"Y- yeah uh- thanks?" He took a step into the hole, happy to be back in the darkness.

"No, thank you for giving me some entertainment." The cat purred and Dream was glad that they weren't going to eat him again. "Before you go though, I should probably warn ya that the rest of my family will eat you though, so don't let your guard down stupid mouse-" Tommy pushed Dream into his hole with a ginger and Dream didn't argue before running off into the walls, planning to go home and maybe move.

#ask #primeblr #eh i don't think it's very good so I'm sorry about that

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seldomscilence16 · 7 months

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Whumptober day 12:

"I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?"

Red | insomnia | "im up, im up!"

Fandom: Voltron

Prompts used: All

Alrighty! Part 2 of day 3! Hehehehehe! (This turned Klancey on me so fast i didnt even see it coming…) As always the timeline is screwed, I am pickpocketing the moments I want and placing them on a conspiracy board to my aesthetic liking. This deals with the aftermath of isolation, and its effects- to the best of my limited knowledge- so please tread carefully. Would love to hear from y'all if you like it! Thanks!

Ps: Since alien measures of time are slightly longer I'm going off of someone elses calculations of what they may be. (Spiralled_Fury on A03) so a movement is 1.23 weeks which is roughly 8 days and something hours.

…

The observation deck is quiet and dark, nothing but that soothing blue glow of Altean technology- nothing like that yellow of-

The stars, foreign as they may be, are nice to look at. The castle hums, and Blue is present in his mind, and it's a calm night in the open space. In a few minutes he'll make his rounds, check on each inhabitant of the castle, each of whom he sent to bed about a varga- hour- ago. It's been about a movement- a week since the pod, and that extra day and a little that he was in it- since his… rescue. He's tried his best to return to what was, but sometimes he wonders if he even should.

He loves his team, he has been 'loverboy Lance' since practically birth. He cared so deeply about others, in detriment to himself typically, that even as a baby he knew when something was wrong with his family. They worried about him and his horrid taste in people, Hunk had barely made the cut and he's… well Hunk. But he just knows that if his Mama had been here watching their lives, he'd have gotten smacked upside the head, hugged to death, and whisked away with only the destruction her Chancla left behind them.

That other voice in his head however pipes up, reminding him that they are children in war, lost in space and far away from all they have ever known. This team of teenagers is being led by two young adults, with one actual adult juggling a million duties behind them. This is a battlefield, and in a castle meant to house so many many more, 7 people barely fill a corner of it.

Lance knows that they are good people. The thing that scared his family the most, was not that he could not discern the good and the bad people, but that he cared for them anyway like it would do something. (That's not true, he went to them because they gave him the time of day, you can only be used if you have a use after all…)

But with the team, he knew they were good people. But they were also tired, traumatized and thrust into the turbulence, trials and tribulations of war and adulthood in one go. Lance had chosen who he was going to be the minute they'd all met in the desert. For kids lost in space needed something to ground them, something to make them smile, and remind them to rest, and to reminisce on home and what they fight for. But that apparently also made him the least, it felt like he was always coming up short or failing all together. That what he was doing was nothing to the team.

He… didn't want to go back to that. But if he had to choose between that and the room, well… it wasn't a hard choice he supposed.

His knees creak as he stands, he has to consciously straighten his back and neck- he doesn't have to duck or crouch anymore, there's room Lance, remember- his legs wobble for only a second before he takes his first step. He reminds himself that that's okay, he was gone for… a long time, and he sat or crouched or layed for all of it, his legs needed time to adjust to walking again.

Bare feet pad slightly as he makes his familiar route. The Alteans are first, he can hear Corans snoring outside his door, and a small peek shows Allura curled up with the mice slumbering in her hair, her brow is relaxed and form loose, she needed the rest. Shiro is next, and he frowns at his leader's tense form, fist clenched in his sheets. He leans against the doorway, wracking his brain for a tune, and hums the first one he thinks of softly. He doesn't know why it works, why Shiro's whole form melts into the bed after a few moments of it, but he won't complain either, Shiro deserved good sleep.

Hunk is next, and like Coran he can hear his snores through the door, though a deeper timbre and slightly quieter. He wants to peek in but Hunk is a light sleeper so he allows himself a few moments to listen before moving to Pidges room. The little gremlin is stubborn and Lance always has to prepare for the possibility of her being awake, so he braces himself as he opens her door. Her breaths are soft and though he has to maneuver around her heaps of who knows what, he finally finds her sprawled like a broken starfish in her bed, glasses askew and laptop haphazardly on her lap. He smiles at the drool at the corner of her mouth and shakes his head, carefully slipping off her glasses and placing them atop her laptop on her side table. He pulls the covers over her as she curls up on her side and lingers for only a moment, he still has one more person to check on.

Keith's room is empty, two warring feelings hit him at once- a wave of panic and a tired sigh of exasperation. He makes his way to the training room, hearing the sounds of the gladiator from down the hall. He's too tired to interrupt this time round, Keith's chest is heaving so he'll probably be done soon anyway. He leans against the doorway watching mullet maneuver around the sparring section, more aggression than tact in his movements than usual, and finds his eyes feeling heavy.

It's not a new feeling, he's felt strangely heavy for a while now despite his ribs doing their best at being one of those wooden frogs that you can make croak. He's only been able to get a few hours in this week, not that the team knows, or they haven't said anything. But everytime he closes his eyes…

The walls glow yellow and seem to creep closer every time he blinks, but if he doesn't blood starts to seep from the crevices he could never peel open and flood the room. He'll float there, eyes unblinking as he screams but no sound reaches his ears. The not bread and the not water dance a tango in front of him before launching down his throat as pain erupts from his very bones and his head expLOADS-

"LANCE!"

"I'm up, I'm up!" He flails, wobbles backwards, falls-

Finds himself looking into Keith's frazzled eyes as the sweaty samurai holds him to his tense form. The image and sensations are too real, it was just a dream, he must have dozed off, he's fine, Keith is here and he's fine.

"Sorry, I uh… was here to make you sleep ha…" Lance's body refuses to cooperate, but Keith seems to read him well enough, moving them until they're both simply sitting in the entrance.

"You were… uh, you didn't look er no, I mean that it just seemed like something was freaking you out." Keith to his part, is even more awkward than Lance, but he's also actively working his sentences through so that's something.

"Oh yeah… I'm fine, sorry." Lance looks away, rubbing at his face to stave off what he saw.

"You look exhausted, I thought you were already in bed. What are you doing up again?" Keith ducks his head to see his face, sweaty mullet hanging in a scraggly mess.

"I look awesome." Lance scoffs halfheartedly, definitely not saying what he was going to say because 'I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?' Would not go over well.

"What!? What do you mean days??"

Oh well, maybe he's more tired than he thought. Lance laughs stiffly, moving to stand, but only accomplishing a weird half crawl wobble before Keith moves to keep him in place, they naturally fall into a tuffle because like hell is Lance going to have this conversation when hes so artfully avoided it and no ones brought it up and everything is FINE!

And he's pinned.

Keith is slightly winded- Lance's boney knees had a few purposes thank you- but he has Lance's wrists pinned on either side of his head, and legs pinning the rest of him in an annoyingly cool move that Lance will be learning later. But there's no triumphant grin or banter, instead worry still clouds his expression.

"Have you slept at all since you've… been back?" He- like everyone on this ship- have refused to really bring up what went down. And it's not like Lance did either! But he's scared still, of things that happen again before his eyes. Keith's finger presses gently on his cheek, turning Lance's teary eyes towards him once again. "Talk to me, Sharpshooter."

And Lance's soul, tired and weary, breaks open like a flood gate. Tears leaked down his cheeks- warm, they were always so warm against his cold skin- and he trembles- shivers, it was cold there, he was so cold.

"I'm scared." He utters the words like a secret, and really it is one. Even if they saw him broken and at the end of his rope, Lance had tried so hard to return to his role when he got back, to be useful… “I don’t want to go back Keith.”

“We will never let that happen! That guy isn’t going to hurt anyone ever again, and I promise to keep anyone else from doing it too!” Keith’s adamant response and determined eyes are enough to make him sob again, Keith falters wiping some of the tears absentmindedly. “What did I miss?”

“I don’t,” he swallows thickly, trying to get his thoughts in order, “want to be the seventh wheel anymore. The least. I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t-” he chokes on another sob and Lance is hurriedly pulled into a warm embrace.

He’s startled for only a moment before heat chases away his cold, and safety wraps around him, and he burrows into it, hands gripping tightly around shoulders, afraid the moment will end too soon.

“I’m sorry we made you feel that way. We were an absolute mess without you Lance, you have no idea how lost we were, I think I was literally ready to kill one of them. And I wasn’t alone in the sentiment. We can’t do this without you, and I don’t think we’d want to either.”

“I think,” he sniffles, voice muffled in Keith’s chest, “that’s the most I’ve heard you say at once in a while.” He squeezes tighter, voice softer, “thank you.”

“I don’t know exactly what you went through, but I’m here if you need anything. And the team will be too, I’ll make sure of it okay?” Lance is hesitant in his nod, worry still deep in his chest. “Alright dork, movie night on the couch. If you’re gonna be awake so am I.”

Keith stands and Lance yelps as he’s lifted, gripping Keith’s throat tight enough to choke. His face burns a brilliant shade of red to match his swollen eyes no doubt, and he can only give Keith’s little grin a petulant look.

“I can walk.”

“You could.” Keith agrees as he turns and starts the journey towards the common room.

Lance watches him as they walk, aware of how out of character this was for them, How much Keith surprised him. He even worries this is a dream, that he’ll wake up alone in that cold dark room, or worse yet, that something terrible will happen next and the team will- but Lance doesn’t think even his mind could imagine these strong arms and abnormally warm chest. He’s set down on the couch, his fingers tighten on Keith’s shirt unconsciously.

“I’m staying, I promise.”

And that meant more than Keith will ever know.

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Persona 5: Blast Tower Scramble

You can thank this post I stumbled upon for the further ramped up version of 'Peppino being P5 Joker's Dad. Going to get my hand on Antonblast once it comes out so there might be more whacky stuff. Enjoy.

This is similar to my original post but Peppino Spaghetti AND Anton Blast are Ren's parents. I won't go into details about how our boy is born other than it was unexpected with a side of cartoon nonsense. Universe figured might as drop a kid on them like a eldritch troll. Also considering Anton's design is partly based on Oni Masks, there is a personal headcanon that he has some Japanese heritage.

The two definitely had quite an interesting time when it came to raising Ren B(last) Spaghetti. Moles somehow joined the list of animal friends much to Anton's despair. Do know he was an exterminator at the time and the underground dwellers love to mess with him on the job.

Kid Ren said 'Too bad' so Anton has to be friendly to his son's three moles: Chomp, Scratch and A.B (short for Ankle Biter). Peppino was chuckling at the irony in the background cause his husband teased him about the rats/mice/raccoons. Maxxie, Anton's dog, doesn't really care much. Ren is like a Disney Princess but the kind who would sick his animal friends on someone.

Annie is the chaotic aunt to go with Gustavo's responsible uncle schtick. Half of the money in the swear jar is from her. (Anton makes up 38% while Peppino gets the remaining 12%.) She absolutely gave him a small hammer as a little kid and encourage him to whack his Pops Anton on the toes a few times. Or gave Ren enough sugar so he will torture his parents with a sugar rush later before babysitting time is up.

There is going to be further differences with Ren thanks to this change in parents. He looks the same as a human but in toon form, his skin is sheer lobster red. The group honestly thought Ren and his dad were Tengus for a hot second. Both are mischievously destructive after all.

I'm also in the group that supports Anton being demonic headcanon so guess whose half demon! Ren's demon nature had remained dormant for most his life as he never gotten into a situation to flare it awake. Well not for long thanks to Kaneshiro's Palace!

Ren was already feeling shitty and stressed at this point. The Palace of Avarice further eggs him on since Oni type Shadows are a common enemy throughout it so they are extra hostile in a territorial manner to him. Piggytron boss is what breaks the camel's back though.

Ren's demon form definitely takes after how Anton's is usually depicted. (Haven't made my design for him sadly. 🥲) Thick black fluffy fur covering his entire lower half alongside his upper arms, side burns to go along with his now long curly mane around the neck and go down the entire back. Goat hooves replacing his toes while his fingers are replaced for razor sharp claws.

Can't forget the Oni like fangs, serpent like tongue, long spade ending obsidian tail or black with yellow slit eyes. There are differences though as some of Ren's demon form take after Arséne/Satanael. Mainly two pairs of black feathery bat wings and large horns highlighted in glowing red fiery markings.

His friends than just obvious enemies freaked out while Ren is just screaming 'FINALLY' in his head. (The boy been trying to awaken it with some help from his four year old pink little hedgehog sister.) Other than being a 10 ft(human)/12 ft(toon) devil, Ren's personality remains mostly the same except for a touch of very affectionate puppy.

This form isn't restricted by the Velvet Room Contract as it hadn't been awake at the time. Poor Sojiro since Demon Ren is a pouncing hugger when he gets the zoomies and is HEAVY. He's also a cuddler with a steel grip so good luck with that.

Ren's demon heritage does give some credibility to his other world story. It isn't the toon part although Haru still believes him. Speaking of that, Anton wasn't happy either when Ren vanished.

How he disappears is a bit different from the original version. It been out of hatred by someone hates Peppino and Anton so malicious intent remains as the main motive. Ren still punches Shido's lights out alongside camping outside Leblanc.

Anton goes after Satan thinking he's responsible while Peppino is stuck dealing with the events of Pizza Tower. Both reunite at the final Palace in Royal and help beat up Ren's former councilor. Anton is bringing in his hammer from his new demolition job.

The Golden Pizza Cutter is joined with a Silver Hammer which summons the construction worker alongside his coworker Annie. Both are heavy hitters that prioritize in striking large groups and can shatter Physical resistances with their hammer/mace. The Thieves' Den also comes with an additional mode called Ballbreaker.

A combination of Anton's sewer adventure in Anton Ball and the game's Punchball Tournament mode. Though Pops is banned from both. He had a large problem in the past that took time to get rid of. Peppino rather not fix up his pizzeria and ban his husband again.

Anton was definitely ecstatic when he found out Ren gotten his demon form. The two absolutely roughhouse like that, often dragging a reluctant Arséne into the mayhem. It's usually done away from Peppino's Pizzeria as they rather not cause the pizza chef more trouble with repairs. Anton is a bad influence on the Phantom Thieves.

He indulges in the chaotic antics with Johanna, Zorro and Goemon usually reigning him in than just the teenagers. Anton absolutely let them join in on a few shifts at his job cause why not? Getting to wreck old abandoned buildings is a nice stress reliever for humans, half demons and Persona.

Plus he can give Ren his late Christmas present. Considering Anton uses a giant hammer while Annie has a mace, he thought his son deserved his own tool of destruction. Thus Ren becomes the proud owner to a anchor sized pickaxe! Good thing Brulo added an enchantment so he could wield it in his non-toon form.

Rip the Shadows when Ren brings out his new weapon. I don't know what's worse. Being stabbed by a knife, shot in the face, or bludgeon via giant pickaxe. Although all three can happen at the same knowing how much of a chaos agent Ren is.

Anton definitely took meeting the Persona a lot better than Peppino. If he isn't trying to cheat at Tycoon, then he indulges in an game of arm wrestling or pool. No tables were harmed when Anton went against Zorro. (Complete lie as they shattered one to splinters just like that one match with Peppino.)

He loves the insane things the Phantom Thieves get into. Anton got a translated replica of their Calling Cards and figurines from the Thieve's Den Palace Maker. He was over the moon when Futaba gave him a video recording about the time his son summoned a demon lord to kill a god on Christmas Eve.

Overall Anton ramps up the shenanigans into a chaotically explosive cocktail. Hope he doesn't overdo it as Sojiro won't hesitate to ban him from Leblanc. And Coffee Dad is armed with One Shot Medjed for extra incentive.

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