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max-nico · 1 year

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Miles "Tails" Prower Headcanons

If you have any headcanons put them in the tags, reply, or my ask box ! Any character you want me to focus on ? Message me, or hit my ask box ! Suggestions are always welcome .

Tails has autism and OCD next question !

I think when he's a little kid he's very shy, a bit on the quiet end, still super sweet, but the older he gets the more stoic he gets

He goes from like cute UwU baby shy to awkward and uncomfortable to be around shy to I honestly didn't even know he was there. Did he come with you? Shy

That's not to say he doesn't talk, but he doesn't do well in big groups, and definitely manages to master the art of simply blending into the group

I think Tails has taken apart and rebuilt Omega at LEAST once. Maybe it was to understand eggman tech, maybe it was just for funzies, maybe Omega volunteered, who knows

Tails' winter coat is a very pale lavender and stark white

Tails' claws have cut through many MANY pairs of gloves as he's gotten older

He gets a bit of a temper when he hits maybe 13-16 somewhere in that age range. I mean he spends a lot of time with Knuckles and Shadow, and Sonic also has trouble his rage from time to time

I mean, even Amy has a temper lol what did everyone expect

Tails' workshop is basically just a sensory room, not that he would ever CALL it that...

It has 2 floors, the bottom floor and half a top floor

Complete with lights that he can dim and brighten as he pleases, the top floor has walls floors and furniture that are sensory friendly, and a corner that he claims is for Sonic that has soft weighted blankets and a couple huge bean bags

I think his workshop runs a bit cold, so his coat comes in kinda splotchy during warmer months

Tails has fixed the Chaotix phones so many times that he has made them virtually indestructible

But as punishment, their phones are basically bricks lol

Sonic and co don't even have phones, Tails gave them extremely high tech watches

Like sure it tells time and makes phone calls but it also has holograms and can store chaos energy probably, they also have trackers that can be turned off or on by either the user or Tails himself

And they're waterproof with a lifetime warranty !

Sonic's eyes glow in the dark because of all his time spent with chaos energy, Tails eyes give off a dim version of that

He cannot STAND when people touch his stuff, even if they don't move it, they still touched it WITHOUT asking liiiiike make it make sense

And for that matter, he doesn't like his space invaded either. It's okay to be there while HE'S in there, and it's okay if you asked, but otherwise.....🤨 Get out. It's not like he has anything to hide, but still

He has a lot of verbal stims, especially when he's focused on something. He tends to gekker and chitter under his breath, and he clacks his teeth together too

He also does these things when he's incredibly happy or angry, just most times he is experiencing a lot of emotion. It took a long time for him to willing stim in front of more people then just Sonic

Bullying will do that to a boy 😔👊🏾

Tails tends to stay up all night working because he has toe curling chest gripping tear jerking paranoia

He just like me fr

I believe in Tails and Shadow friendship supremacy

As he gets older, Tails stops introducing himself as Tails and starts saying Miles, but he doesn't get rid of the nickname Tails either, it's just something that's reserved for his family

Tails is very adept with guns. Whether it's from spending time with Shadow or his own interest with learning, he knows what he's doing, though it's not his weapon of choice, at least not a traditional one

I try my best to not make these posts very long (I think I failed), so I tried to make sure this was only moderate length and tried to stay out of crack territory, but he's my favorite and he's so cool okay ?!

If you have any headcanons put them in the tags, reply, or my ask box ! Any character you want me to focus on ? Message me, or hit my ask box ! Suggestions are always welcome .

#sth #sonic the hedgehog #i have the mic #miles tails prower #sonic headcanons #sth headcanons #tails the fox #miles tails wachowski #miles prower #tails miles prower #tails #tails headcanons #miles tails prower headcanons #tails wachowski #hes my fav sonic character btw

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spartalabouche · 3 years

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voltron fans if you search voltron on my blog and reblog 3 year old posts im going to block you stop fucking doing that

#gekkering #dont rb #txt #IM GONNA PIN THIS BECAUS EIM GETTING REALLY ANGRY ABOUT IT STOP. ITS CREEPY.

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akitsune-lune · 3 years

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trying to decide on my rarepairs of choice for Lightleap and Pouncestep before canon gets to them.

options rn are (if we stay within 12 moons age gap and limit inter-Clan to those that ShadowClan shares a border with)

Hopwhisker, Flaxfoot, Spireclaw, Sunbeam, or Hollowspring from ShadowClan

Nightsky, Breezeheart, Wavesplash, or Cypresswind from RiverClan

Sunnypelt, Pigeonfoot, Palesky, or Fringewhisker from SkyClan

I’m leaning towards Hopwhisker and Flaxfoot for no reason at all. who has some rarepair genius they want to lend in my endeavour? send me halp

#rarepairs #lightleap #pouncestep #this will probably end up in fanfiction later down the line #depending on how fiercely angry I am about who they end up with #gekkers #wc #and yeah I'm counting the blogClan people are real cats #I think it's fuckin stupid that the editors just nommed two canon cats out of existence

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fazbear-security · 2 years

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Headcanons about animal based-animatronics and cute animal traits they could potential have, GO!:

Bonnie thumps his feet when angry or when startled.

If sufficiently startled/spooked, Chica will make an alarm call.

When the weather gets colder, Freddy will take more/longer ‘naps’. He claims it helps his old battery last longer, but Mike replaced all their batteries not too long ago.

Foxy will resort to gekkering if embroiled in an argument with someone who keeps talking over him. Bonnie thinks it’s funny and often sets him up to do it.

When his battery gets low, Sam will ‘talk’ like a husky, full volume and all.

Glam!Chica will occasionally cluck softly to herself when she’s happy and content or eating pizza.

Glam!Freddy is most active in the mornings, when his battery is fully charged, and in the evenings, after a post-afternoon show recharge.

Roxanne will - very rarely - howl to try and locate her friends when she can’t find them around the Pizza Plex.

Monty makes those laser-like chirps when he feels lonely but only around the other Glamrocks.

#headcanon #Freddy #Chica #Bonnie #Foxy #Safety Officer Sam #Montgomery Gator #((listen I thought of Monty's and it snowballed from there))

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mirrorthoughts · 3 years

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There are more things in heaven and on earth…

(On AO3)

(Teen Wolf, Stiles-centric, Magical Stiles, Magical Fox)

Summary:

Another prompt, this time it‘s just something short and sweet with the potential for more.

The prompt: All the other wizards bullied you for trying to create your own form of magic, they never believed in you and thought you were crazy, until one day, you create [magic].

_-_

They laughed.

They still laughed.

He clenched his teeth. He would show them!

Bastards!

He pressed his lips together and ran faster to leave the laughter on the courtyard behind him. None of the idiots dared to enter the reserve, even with their magic. None of the idiots had even an ounce of imagination or believe in their own powers. No one wanted to know that there was more than those damn elements!

How narrow-minded they were!

He never had felt like he belonged to an element. Not one element alone at least. More like to all elements and more.

But no one had wanted to believe him.

He growled frustrated when he reached the tree line and dived into the forest. He didn’t have much on his person. Actually not more than his cloak and some small things in his pockets. Wool, a few needles, a knife, his mobile and wallet. Simply what a teenager needed. And his magic. He always had his magic. And thus he, other than his peers, was not afraid of the forest. He had nothing to fear from the forest. He was different than those idiots and he knew that.

„Clueless, my ass!“, he snarled while walking through the underbrush, laughter still in his ears. He pushed through two bushes, pulled his sleeve loose where a thorn had grasped it and made his way to his clearing.

Because it was his clearing.

No one was here but him.

No one ever came here save some wild animals.

He let himself go.

He screamed his frustration loud into the sky, until his lungs burned, and sank down next to the large tree in the middle of the clearing, making himself small. His back hunched, his legs pulled close to his body. His head hidden behind his knees, his arms and cloak pulled closely around him.

He held his eyes firmly closed and stared into the darkness behind his eyelids until it changed into color.

He knew that this was no color from outside. It was his color. His core.

A warm orange with yellow and a bit of red.

Once he had thought about it being only light he could see through his eyelids but even in the deepest dark, hidden under pillows and blankets he could see the light as soon as he closed his eyes and looked into his darkness.

Sometimes the color was more red, sometimes blue or blue-green. But always, always he saw the same lightly yellow orange.

And when he tried to grasp it with his mind, it felt warm.

It was nothing like the elements. It was no fire, no water, no earth, no air. It moved like fluid in zero gravity. Like what one could watch on TV when something about astronauts and space was on.

Behind his eyelids was the darkness of space and in this darkness it moved around, without goal or purpose, his warm magic.

He just didn’t know how to get it out there, how to show it to the outside. It was so different. It was so beautiful.

He sighed, disappointed. Again, he couldn’t grasp it no matter how hard he tried to concentrate. Maybe it was his anger and irritation disturbing his concentration. It just was so endlessly frustrating.

No one wanted to see that there were other kinds of magic, that there could be something new, and that not everything they learned was always true.

It just made him angry!

The light in front of his eyes jumped and he froze.

Again, the light moved, blurred to a long line, shrunk into itself, waved with a swath of light here and there.

Like paws.

He heard a quiet gekkering sound and swallowed.

The light changed, turned into four little wiggling stumps. A small head with large round eyes and pointy ears. A muzzle. Everything in the same warm orange color. And finally he could see it completely:

A small, slightly chubby fox.

The fox barked, offended.

Stiles laughed and leaned back against the trunk of his tree, his eyes still closed, shivering when the cold air reached his warm chest.

Alright, this time he had tricked himself with his own imagination or something like it. He had a very vivid imagination as the small fox, jumping around behind his eyelids, proved. Especially when the small animal grinned at him, waggled his ears, and jumped into nothingness.

Behind Stiles eyes was only the darkness left. Then something fell into his lap and he startled.

„What the-“

He choked on his words when he opened his eyes, seeing the small, chubby fox in his lap.

That couldn’t be possible!

The fox tilted his head and barked.

Or could it?

Hadn’t he claimed himself just a few minutes ago that there was so much more to magic than the elements he had been taught?

„You are right…“, Stiles murmured and paused before slowly reaching to the little animal, petting its head. It squeaked, pleased, and pressed his head against Stiles hand with a cooing noise.

Stiles laughed. „So soft!“

He buried his second hand into the fur of his new friend and his grin grew wider when the fox purred happily.

He had done that! He had summoned the fox! With his own magic!

Or, wait.

Was the fox his magic?

He wasn’t sure.

„But I knew there had to be more,“ he murmured just loud enough for his own ears while still petting his little friend. He would show those idiots that he had been right. But first he had to find out who or what his fox actually was.

„Are you entirely magic, little one? You are pretty solid for that…“

He poked the small animal and it barked.

He poked it again with a slight grin.

It bit.

„Ow!“

He stared at the fox, surprised. Alright, he hadn’t expected that!

„Cheeky thing, you!“

The fox looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Stiles grinned.

Of course his magic - or his creature - was just as cheeky as him. If his mother had still been alive, she would’ve had her fun with it.

„Alright, yeah, I’ts my own fault,“ he conceded and scratched the fox between his ears. „But what am I gonna do with you now?“

A questioning yowl.

„Of course I‘ll keep you! That‘s not what I meant!“ He pouted at the fox. What did his little friend think of him? That he would obliterate him?

A whine.

„… Are you reading my thoughts?“ Stiles frowned when the fox barked again. „Alright…“

That would be fun.

„So… are you my magic?“

The fox tilted his head.

Stiles sighed.

„You have about as much of an idea as I do, don‘t you?“

Another affirming bark.

He leaned back against the tree, his hand carding absently through the foxes fur while he tried to think.

„You are a part of my magic,“ he finally decided and got another bark. He wasn’t sure if the bark meant a confirmation of a fact or the confirmation of his own possibly flawed logic, but for the moment it was enough.

„Okay. So you are also… a part of me? Is that why you can hear my thoughts?“

Another bark and the fox pressed his head against Stiles hand.

He grinned, pleased with himself, and scratched his new friend behind his ears. He liked the purring of his little fox!

„So you are some kind of… soul animal. Like in one of those fantasy novels!“, he finally decided and didn’t wait for his fox to agree, instead nodding to himself. That sounded and felt right. But it didn’t mean…

He sighed.

„You are not different enough to convince anyone.“

A growl.

„Yeah, I know those guys are idiots and assholes and I should just ignore them. I wish it would be that easy!“

He sighed again and cautiously took his new friend in both hands, lifting him up onto his chest to press his head against the soft fur.

„But don‘t worry… I definitely won‘t give you away or something!“

The content purr just validated his choices even more. He now hat a new little friend, part of his magic - maybe even part of his soul - at his side that would support him. He KNEW he was right! And he would still work on his magic with his little friend, to grow and learn and train and become stronger and better.

And some day, eventually, he would show everyone what he was able to do!

He would show them that there was more than the elements they knew. More than having an affinity for or binding oneself to only one element. That there was magic that was more than the sum of it‘s parts.

They would see eventually!

He looked down to his fox and his smile became softer the more he relaxed himself.

„Thank you for being here. Thanks for letting me find you,“ he murmured softly and giggled when the fox pressed his head against his cheek to cuddle him as hard as he could.

He wasn’t alone anymore. And if that wasn’t the best thing that could have happened to him after all the mockery and trouble, he wouldn’t know what was.

He was not alone anymore!

He laughed.

A deep, dark growl answered from the edge of the clearing.

His fox made a startled sound and hid under his cloak when Stiles lifted his head to stare at the dark shadow hovering right in front of them between the trees.

Huge, red eyes were fixated on his. Sharp teeth were bared at him, way to many way to sharp teeth, dripping with saliva.

He swallowed hard and pressed himself against the tree behind him.

„Oh. Fuck.“

#SeiKaze #my stories #my story #teen wolf #stiles centric #stiles stilinski

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solitaria-fantasma · 3 years

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M-may I ask what angered him-??

“He’s just been under a lot of stress...” Lewis winced at the angry gekkering coming from the den. “And the Grey Fae have been very, uh, active in the Multiverse lately...

“We haven’t been hit with anything too bad,” Chill!Vi spoke up.

“Yet!” Spook!Vi added from her blanket fort.

“But we’ve heard through the grapevine what’s gone down with some other, uh, ‘us’es, and Mystery’s....you know, worried.” Arthur frowned. “We’ve gotten off pretty lightly, but it only takes the one...”

#ask #Anon #Arthur #Lewis #Vivi #m!a: Gemini #((just gonna slowly phase out the m!as as we go))#((since half of them didn't have time limits anyway))#Anonymous

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timaltman · 7 years

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anyways. antis who dedicate their entire url to their anti ship have too much hatred in their little bodies and need to chill

#like yo i hate some ships too #i got a legit trigger ship that sends me into tears and breakdowns #but y'all need to learn to just like #block shit and calm down #like your entire url??? really????#find ur chill smell a flower take a deep breath #no wonder ur all so fuckin angry all the time #you literally dedicate urself to bein pissed off #yikes dudes #gekkers;;

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audhdgoku · 1 year

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I’m Doing My Damndest NOT To Reply/Engage With This Mf But Us LGBT+ People Just EXISTING Is NOT Political

#Fox Rambles #I MEAN NEOPETS EVEN ADDED SOME PRIDE ITEMS #But Ofc They're Gonna Twist It To Seem Like #We Have Some Sort Of 'Agenda Against ''''Normal'''' People #Neotag #Neo Tag #Also Lmfao @ The Fact That These Ghouls Instantly Pull The 'ITS A CHILDRENS SITE' As If It's Mainly Used By Adults These Days #And Even So It's Not As If People Are Saying Nasty Shit To Children Without Getting Their Accounts Straight Up FROZEN #This Is NEOPETS For Fucks Sake #Angry Gekkering

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long-roads-travelled · 5 years

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Chapter 7 Part 1

I lit a fire in the fireplace, trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t bother Ossian and Deklan. It was just three in the morning, according to the clock in the kitchen, and I’ve only slept an hour. I sighed when the fire went and promptly sat on the floor in front of it, my hugging my knees in the otherwise dark and lifeless room. The few mounted heads of rabbits and rams Dek had killed long ago leered at me from the wall to my left.

Owl’s hooting and fox’s barks somewhere out in the woods kept me company in the dimness. The crackling of the fire did too, but it wasn’t living. The flame itself was comforting to stare into, but not enough tonight.

The scuffle I had with Duana a couple days ago hadn’t stopped bothering me. It wasn’t because of Duana herself, though. The way she gripped my neck… well, it brought back memories. Memories I’ve tried so hard to erase that wouldn’t stop trickling back now. I wasn’t yet strong enough to fight them back for good, it seems. Memories, distant shouts of my father’s neverending anger and the far-away shattering of things began to take me over, stomping down any rational thought I’d had beforehand.

I started rocking back and forth, biting my lip with my ears fully pinned. My da’s angry, whiskey-slurred voice rang out in my head nonstop, telling me about how I’d never be worth anything no matter who married me. My ma’s voice shouting, berating me for being unable to have a child most times, hating how I couldn’t keep a spouse. Both of them getting violent.

I began to breathe harder than usual, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to block out the voices, but to no avail. I couldn’t hear anything else. I felt like I was back there. I thought I was.

“You’ll never be worth shit,” I heard. “You’re a damn slag! It’s no wonder you can’t keep anyone you marry!” he bellowed, that gravelly, commanding voice erupting from his throat and echoing through the raggedy old house.

He finished the whiskey and threw the bottle at me with the force of the winter winds on the coast, but missed. I heard the shattering of glass on the wood floor. “Can’t have no kids, can’t ‘ardly weave. Wha’s the point’a ya?! Layin’ ‘round here, wastin’ me precious time!”

I could only sob. It wouldn’t stop.

“A worthless scanger!” He found a fag in his pocket and lit it. A puff of smoke came from his mouth soon after. “I ought’a kill ya. Feed ya to the hounds, out in them feckin’ fields!” I could see him get closer, pointing at me. “You are dead to me. A disappointment! I should’a had a wee laddie. I bleedin’ deserve one!” He threw his fist back, winding up.

I felt a large hand on my shoulder as soon as my father reeled back, flinching away from it hard. I heard a voice, but couldn’t register who it was. “Go ‘way, g-go ‘way!” I pleaded, wailing. “I haven’t d-done an-nythin’!”

“Connie! Hey!” went the voice. I finally recognized it was Deklan, whimpering quietly as I came back to reality, curled up and rocking.

“Connie, you’re okay. You’re safe. Ossian and I are here. Calm down,” he said with the softest voice, keeping a fair distance away and crouched. “Whatever’s got you panicking isn’t here anymore.”

“Mm…” I kept my eyes down, my tail thrashing across the rug. One of them draped a quilt around my shoulders and I basically hid in it. I grunted and rubbed my belly before crossing my arm over it.

“Back with us, mate?” Dek asked. His patience was unmatched.

“Y-yeah,” I muttered. I rubbed my eyes, sniffling. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. It happens,” Dek whispered. He held a hand out towards me, an attempt to be supportive. I looked at it warily, then hesitantly took it. “There we are. Just calm yourself down, Connie,” he crooned, squeezing my hand with the most sincere gentleness. He inched closer, always making sure I was okay with it.

I sighed shakily and looked back down at the floor. I felt horrible for waking them up this early, but I wouldn’t dare say anything. I pulled the quilt tighter around myself, then rubbed my eye, still shaking like a wee leaf.

“Tea?” Ossian offered. I hadn’t noticed he was there, so I jumped, but nodded and took the mug, sniffing it before I sipped it.

Sterrin the buzzard flew out of his cage and landed on the floor in front of me, tilting his head. He’d been away for a couple days, so to see him safe and well again was a relief. I sighed quietly and extended my leg, letting him hop onto what wasn’t under a blanket, rubbing my arm as I took a sip of my tea.

The three of us sat in a comfortable silence for a good while, maybe an hour, Ossian and Dek knowing I preferred it like that when I was upset.

I stared into the fire, mesmerized by it. Who wouldn’t be? I got lost in my thoughts, absently running my thumb back and forth on my bicep. I didn’t pay any mind when Ossian told Deklan that he was going back to bed.

I knew my parents were miles away now—Hell, they were on the opposite end of the island—but for some reason, I still felt panic and dread when they came to mind. Would they come looking for me? Kill me for running? I don’t know. It was a hellish thing to think about, but it came up almost every night, even five years later.

“Hey,” Deklan whispered after the silence, “you wanna talk about it?”

“Uhm.” I shifted uncomfortably, flicking an ear lightly. I cleared my throat. “Not really.”

“That’s okay, I understand,” he hummed, his voice soft and comforting. “I’m here if you ever do.”

“Thanks,” I sighed. Eventually, I looked at him, understandably shy. “Uh. Would ya mind if I... slept in your room with you?”

“Sure man, whatever you think’s gonna help.” Dek got up, helping me up as well. Sterrin squawked and hopped off of my leg when I moved, going off elsewhere.

I followed Deklan back to the guest room he was staying in, rubbing my side, my ears still pinned back. He let me get settled in bed, saying he’d go put out the fireplace. I let him, curled up against the rickety headboard by the time he came back a few minutes later.

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As the sun rose slowly over our patch of woods, a few birds chirped to welcome its presence, the rustle of woodland creatures outside providing background noise. It had finally stopped snowing and the clouds have dispersed. The measly rays of the winter sun peeked through the curtains, so Sterrin hopped out of the makeshift nest that was underneath one nightstand and fluttered up onto the bed, waddling over our legs. They must’ve seemed mountainous to him.

That combined with the sun hitting my face made me finally wake up. I’d slept better with Dek there than I expected, but I wasn’t complaining. I grunted and shooed Sterrin away, which made him squawk, but he did hop off and go into another room. Presumably to Ossian’s room to pester him for food instead. I chuckled at the thought of it; that scrawny bit of a stallion, being harassed by a buzzard! What a sight.

There was a squawk and a distant gekker of surprise from Ossian’s room, followed by muffled jabbering and hoofsteps towards the kitchen a minute later. Atta boy, Sterrin.

I moved to lay back against my elbows, looking down at the still-sleeping Dek beside me. The gargantuan bey he was could hardly fit on the bed, which was obviously made for the humans before us who were under 185 centimeters, so he’d curled up during the night. His hair was fantastically bonkers, too. The fact that I was friends with one of the most amazing beygir in town was astonishing, really. A lowlife runaway like me actually making friends was a shock on its own.

I debated whether or not I should wake him up. I did keep them up pretty late the night before, so I decided not to, as much as I needed one of his absolutely fucking stellar hugs right now. I guess it would be best to let him sleep. Mustn’t risk a cranky giant stomping around.

I stared at him, tracing his face with my eyes as I got to thinking about the question he’d asked me in the woods during our little walk back from the river ages ago. Were things better in Rosnya? Skies above, what a loaded question. I didn’t have a clue. Surely it’s better than this righteous hellhole. All the papers say that Rosyna’s a treacherous land, but knowing the Cotharian government, well…

Bah, I mustn’t get too down on that. I’ve already got myself to get me upset. I’m sure Rosnya’s just fine. I’ve heard that the Rosnyan Empress—Sarangerel, I think—is a bit aloof and awkward, but she seems like a good bey. She cares, or at least tries her hardest to. That’s got to be at least somewhat admirable.

Outside, a nearby bird chirped, snapping me out of my thoughts again. I sat upright again and leaned over Deklan to grab my sketchpad from my nightstand, pursing my lips at the effort it took to not topple onto him. Like I said, don’t want a cranky giant.

“Aha! Got you, bitch,” I muttered to myself upon grabbing the sketchpad and pencil. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed to face the window, then began to draw the usual, yet undeniably stunning, scenery outside. How could I not?

I sighed through my nose, pausing my hand for a minute to think and look up, which was when I also rubbed across my chest absentmindedly. A wee habit of mine, let’s say. I kept on with sketching out the low-lying shrubbery, twisting my hoof as I focused. It was a good time killer, this.

A good while passed—I don’t know how long exactly, but I was nearly halfway done—before I felt the bed shift. I closed the pad and looked behind me to see Dek grumbling with his arm over his eyes. He muttered something about the sun being a cunt, which made me snicker.

“Good mornin’ to ya, toss-head,” I said teasingly, putting my sketchpad up. “Slept in pretty late.”

“Ah, bugger off,” he whined, raising his hand to wave me off. I giggled again.

“I will never,” I grinned and tapped the white spot on the tip of his nose. “As long as you’re in my house, you’ll deal with me and my annoying ways.”

“Shite.” Deklan groaned and sat up, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “Do I gotta?”

“Yes. Now let’s go see if Ozzy’s made breakfast.” I hopped up, slapping his stomach with a cackle before scampering out to the main room.

“Oi! You—“ Dek huffed and chased me, grabbing me from behind. “Come here, squirt!”

“Lemme go!” I squealed, giggling and squirming around. “Noooo!”

“Feeling better from last night already, hey?” Dek commented, a laugh in his voice now too as he held onto me persistently.

“I might be,” I said through laughs. “Now lemme down, you gargantuan prick!”

“What’re you two gurriers doing?” Ossian chided lightly, peering in from the kitchen at us.

“Connie-boy here slapped my belly when I woke up!”

“And he won’t let me go!” I added, still wiggling around.

“Bozos,” Ossian chuckled. “As long as you aren’t killing each other, I guess.”

Dek and I laughed and went back to it, playful growls filling the the room. I gave up on wiggling and turned around in his arms. I climbed up him, swatting his hands away when he tried to pull me off. Cackling mischievously, I maneuvered around to perch on his shoulders, then draped my miniscule self over his head so my nose was against his beard. “Hello!”

“Bastard,” Dek giggled, lightly slapping his hands on my cheeks.

“Thank you. I take that as a compliment,” I stated confidently. I bit his nose playfully, then wiggled down to the floor while he laughed at me.

I sighed and rolled my shoulders once I was at ground level, running my hand through my wild hair, a smile still on my face. It was nice to get my mind off of things for a bit. I skipped over to see what Ossian was doing, wedging my face under his arm since he was so tall, although I did have to slouch over. He snorted at me in amusement and moved his arm to let me.

“Whatcha makin’?” I asked , grinning when he just giggled and shook his head.

“Ulster fry. Gosh, you’re in a fun mood this morning, huh?” Ossian poked my nose. I nipped at his finger, snorting ridiculously through my nose as I did so, which made him jump slightly and cackle.

“That answer your question?” I giggled, finally taking my head out from under his arm. Deklan was making tea now, which wasn’t necessarily a surprise.

“I guess it does,” Ossian chuckled.

I hummed softly, deciding to go get dressed while those two were busy. I popped into my room and closed the door, flinging off my pajamas. I opened my wardrobe and pulled out a cream-and-black chevron sweater, putting it on over my head before crouching down to find some pants, putting them on too. “Now, a final touch…” I muttered happily to myself, slapping on my old and worn leather flat cap with a grin just after. The black leg wraps went on before I left, going to sit at the kitchen table.

“Aye, the man’s clean on! Goin’ somewhere spiffy today then, mate?” Deklan erupted happily, looking at me.

Shyly, I grinned and shook my head, taking a seat in the chair in front of the window. “Nah. Figured I’d look nice for myself, you know. It helps with things like last night,” I replied honestly, looking down as I ran my finger along the grain of the wooden table. Deklan nodded in understanding and came to sit with me.

“Yeah, I get ya,” he sighed, watching my finger. “What was that about, anyway?”

I bit my lip at that, debating whether or not to tell him. Eventually I just shook my head. “I’ll tell ya later,” I murmured, my tail flicking from side to side rhythmically. “Right now I think it’s time to stuff our faces.”

“Agreed,” Deklan hummed, apparently not minding the change in topic. Ossian came over with plates for each of us and set them down in front of us, a smile on his face, as usual. Dek dove in immediately, and I chuckled at him as I ate in a decent manner, going for the sausage first. A pleased little hum came from my throat.

“By God, Dekkie, slow down. You’ll choke on somethin’,” Ossian chided and lightly gave him a pap on the head. Deklan looked up at him, his cheeks looking quite similar to a chipmunk’s and his fluffy ears pricked forward.

“Oh. Sorry,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by the copious amount of food in his mouth. I giggled at him, which made him turn to look at me. “Wha’s so funny?”

“You— you’re— ha!” I snorted, laughing harder once I could see just how silly his cheeks were. He leaned closer to me, also smiling now, which just made me laugh even harder because of how ridiculous he looked. I hit the table, making the silverware clatter.

“Whaaaat?”

“Stop l-lookin’ at me!” I managed to get out through cackles, waving my hand at him. He giggled and swallowed his food, finally letting me catch my breath. Ossian was laughing at me now too, but mostly at our combined ridiculousness.

I kept giggling to myself anyway, in a drastically better mood than last night, which I intended to remain. I sighed eventually and continued on with eating my breakfast. We sat in a comfortable silence after that. Ossian finished first and got up to take his plate to the sink, his usual humming emanating from wherever he was.

“Lads,” Dek spoke up, “we should take a wee trip into town. See if we can find our mate Officer O’Driscoll,” he proposed, turning to look at Ossian when he said the last part. Ossian, unsurprisingly, perked up at that.

“Sure, I can do that. Let me get myself together,” Ozzy said giddily.

Deklan turned to look at me, his bushy blond eyebrows raised. “Whaddabout you, rawny?”

“I guess I can tag along,” I shrugged. “I still don’t like him much.”

“He’s a fine man, Connie.”

“Sure, but, well… I don’t trust the military,” I stated. I feel like I’ve said that millions of times in the past month.

“Give ‘im a chance, mate. He seems harmless enough,” Dek whined at me, his ears pinning and tail snaking about. It was hard to say no to him when he pulled that move.

“Ugh… Alright, fine. I will.” I rapped my fingers on the table before getting up. Deklan fist pumped in triumph, then headed off to put on better clothes, leaving me alone in the main room.

I looked around the place and sighed. My ears went back after a minute. I couldn’t help but acknowledge the feeling that something would go wrong today. Sighing, I shook my head and dismissed it just as the other two came back. They were pestering each other and laughing, as usual.

“Hey! Ready to go, pipsqueak?” Deklan chirped excitedly, stealing my cap to ruffle up my hair.

I snorted and turned to try and get it back, but he held it far above my head. “Really?” I huffed. Dek just snickered and nodded. “You’re forgetting something.” I jumped onto him, climbing up his tree trunk of a body, to which he squealed.

“Bastard! That’s cheating!”

“I’m getting it back fair ‘n square, shut up,” I snickered, giving him a pap on the head as I grabbed my cap back. I jumped down and put it back on with a victorious sigh.

“Whatever,” he chuckled, wiping off his shirt. He grabbed his canvas jacket and tossed me my trench coat, which I caught easily and put on. “No more climbin’ me.”

“Fine.”

“You two are ridiculous,” Ossian giggled as he put on his coat, shaking his head at us, making us giggle as well. He led the way out, Dek and I following him. Once we were on the path to town we picked up to a trot, but for me to keep up with their kilometer-long legs, I had to canter. Guess I didn’t mind some exercise.

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(this is labeled part 1 b/c i post from my phone so i have a paragraph limit and also it’s been too long since i’ve posted)

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spacefoxy-irl · 6 years

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The funniest name for a noise ever: gekkering

Gekkering is the clicking-like noise foxes make when they are angry.

#gekkering #foxes are silly #also when i heard the term it made me grin xd #it just sounds so funny

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spartalabouche · 3 years

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enrages me so fucking much that the first result for ‘chest binders’ on google is an article that tells you that a 2 dollar binder from wish that permanently damaged my ribs as a child is a good alternative when you cant afford a decent binder. spoken directly to young trans people. literally if youre going to advertise EXTREMELY DANGEROUS BINDERS to children and not even with ANY word of caution i hope you fucking rot.

#gekkering #dont rb #txt #the fact that its 2 dollars on wish is like salt in the fucking wound for me too because i like saved up my allowance for mine becaus ei got #it off amazon for like 20-30$#and god fucking KNOWS whats wrong with the 2 dollar one thats WORSE THAN MINE because THEY HAD TO DO SOMETHING TO MAKE IT CHEAPER..#YOU ARE LITERALLY GOING TO KILL TRANS KIDS. YOU ARE GOING TO GET THEM KILLED.#im so god damn angry

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themediummuses · 5 years

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The leaves were only falling faster these days, Iris noticed. Even without kids or the adventurous adult, on occasion, jumping into the piles of leaves she’d already swept up... Hazakura Temple continued to see more than it’s fair share of foliage covering the ground and spotting the pathways to and from the temple. A lovely sight, for sure, but one that needed to be regulated a little...

It’s why Iris was outside again, sweeping up the leaves while dressed up in a coat. It wasn’t that the chill was getting to her...at least, she was pretty sure of it. Rather, it was just one of those days where she felt cold. An unwelcome feeling that had her seeking out any heat she could sap up... Thus, the coat.

It’d been a quiet day, the only sounds being the faint rustling of leaves as the wind blew gently by, the consistent sweeps of her broom, and soft, hummed tunes Iris would begin and end with often no completion to them.

So the last thing she would’ve expected to see when she lifted her head was a red fox, not too far from the back of the temple. It was sniffing around at the forest’s edge, tail swishing slightly in concentration. Iris found herself frozen, entranced by the sight, not wanting to scare off such a lovely creature...

...Though then, their eyes met, Iris breathing in sharply in surprise. The fox lowered down at first, as if expecting her to come running...then relaxed, suddenly more curious than frightened. Iris could barely believe her eyes, watching the fox cautiously trot up to her. Walk forward a few steps, pause to watch her...then get closer...!

Eventually, she couldn’t resist but to kneel down, about two feet before the red fox would reach her. They hesitated, stepping back and cringing away at first, before realizing Iris wouldn’t move any further than that.

For a moment, the two had a stare down. One trying to decipher intentions, the other hoping that this moment would last...

...Finally, the red fox approached Iris completely, sniffing at her curiously with ears perked, eyes bright, and seeming to lose the hesitation built up from their approach.

“You’re so pretty,” Iris murmured, moving a hand for the fox to sniff. That seemed to perk them up all the more, tail swishing behind them into a familiar tail wag, sniffing the hand...then shoving their face into it.

Iris could’ve cried from how blessed she felt at that moment, letting the broom perch on her shoulder as she pet the fox with both hands.

“Yes, you are... Such a pretty fox, aren’t you? You’re so nice...” An odd little sound came from them- seeming to be a happy sort, if those squinting eyes were anything to go by- and Iris laughed happily. “You like that? I’m glad...”

It was only when a weird, cackling sort of sound suddenly started up did Iris stop, looking back up to the forest and... Huh?

...It defied all logic. It shouldn’t be possible at all. Yet right there, in stark contrast to the natural tones of the browns and oranges behind it...a white fox stood. It couldn’t yet be a winter coat...and what coat would be that snow-white?! Barely a hint of dirt on it......

“I...” She was lost for words. Especially since now, staring into boldly blue eyes...Iris realized the other fox was glaring at her! Mouth open, teeth bared, and glaring at her! That... That shouldn’t be possible!!! To look angry is one thing, but to be able to glare in such a soul-chilling way...!

The red fox whined, pacing on their paws for a moment as the tail stopped wagging, curling under them nervously. Even their little ears flattened, trying to step closer to Iris... That was stopped by the same loud noise- gekkering, Iris would later learn- and the white fox stepping closer, seeming to... Well, she wasn’t sure. Protect the other fox from her, maybe? It seemed a bit too...human to assume, but what else could it be?

The red fox hesitated again, but this time hurried away from Iris, licking the jaw of the white fox in worried, low noises. The white fox continued to watch her a moment longer, then turned away, making a soft noise at the red fox, then hurried back into the forest.

The red fox look after the white, then to Iris...with a little wag of their tail, they were gone.

...Iris...didn’t know where to begin on processing the day’s events.

#chat; Iris #Event; Temple Beginnings #[ that's what we're calling this now ]#[ since I didn't have a tag for it before! ]

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deadsculs · 7 years

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AU WHERE UM. where Alexi meets Cassie in her teenage years idk D:

( » » give me an au and i will write 5 ideas/headcanons for muses in that au. )

He had drifted into Sylvester, West Virginia in 2004 at dusk — rented a room at one of the few two storied buildings in town, a brick monstrosity with a broken ice machine rusting through out back. He had been directed here by an old man sitting outside of the Good Samaritan store in Whitesville just up the river, when he inquired about coal miners in the area. Within a week he had a part time job at the auto mechanics down the street. He begin photographing the residents of the town shortly after.

He was wandering the small length of Sylvester one evening, and had just knelt to photograph a man he had photographed previously in the breakyard of the mine coming home to his family. The man’s children’s excited screams filled the night so he didn’t blame himself when his viewfinder suddenly filled with a shock of red tangled hair and half a dirt smudged cheek, and a muffled angry young voice spat out ‘what the fuck are ya doin’ huh?’ His surprise at the voice made him tip over backwards, to the sound of a choked off throaty laugh, a bit like a fox gekkering. By the time he straightened himself out, his sneak attacker had assumed the position he had been in, trying to figure out what he had been doing. ’Whatcha doin’? Taking pictures of Mr. Gerald? His kids ride the bus with me. I don’t like any of them. Why are ya takin’ pictures? Are you a perv?’ The words were flowing as fast as Big Coal River behind them, and Alexi wanted to laugh when he fully observed her. A little girl who was about ten or 11, tangled flame colored hair and dirt streaked limbs crouched in the dust, a bottle of soda as big as her thigh beside her and a suspicious glare as she moved her sucker around her mouth. Her school bag was still on her back, and Alexi had to wonder if this little girl lived in one of the surrounding houses on the street. ‘I’m not a perv, but you shouldn’t be talking to strangers kid. I’m taking pictures for a book. Where’s your house? What’s your name? You shouldn’t be wandering out here at this hour,’ came his reply to her rapid fire of questions. ‘You look like a perv with your fancy camera, but nobody interestin’ is ever here so I wanted to talk to ya. And there ain’t any strangers here except you. I’m Cassie Poe, and I live over there.’ She pointed to a set of glowing lights set up the hill. And that’s how he met Cassidy Poe, who would become the main subject of his third photobook — ‘Pack’s Branch’ — named after the road she lived on.

Cassie followed him repeatedly through the following two years as he learned more about the young girl’s life. She was just as loud and rude as she was when he first met her in those two years, and became intertwined in his life. She would often follow him on his travels around Sylvester as he finished up his photographs for his second photobook ‘Comminution’ which documented the declining coal mining industry in the Appalachian foothills. He taught her how to take photographs on his Leica R3, using the makeshift darkroom he convinced the manager to let slide, all while continuing to work as an auto mechanic and worming himself deeper into the community.

And part of that community was the rest of the Poe family. He felt similarly towards Austin Poe Jr. as he did towards his older sister but he thought their father was a truly dangerous man. This was only proved when one afternoon, Cassie climbed through his window with a kitten she plopped on his desk against his protestations and then flopped onto his bed saying with startling casualness that her father wanted to drown the kitten so when she wanted to save it he had slapped her. Alexi asked if this was a thing that happened often, her father laying hands on her, and she simply replied ‘he’s been like that since momma died.’ That night when her father showed up, he actually punched the man. Regardless, her father dragged her off, and it resulted in the most heartbreaking picture of ‘Pack’s Branch’ and the final one — her small frame being dragged along by her father, anger in every line of his powerful frame, while she looked back in fear as her arm was twisted in an angle that made him furious every time he saw it in the subsequent years. He left town the next night, as he feared getting in trouble with the law for breaking her father’s nose. He kept the cat, named ‘Ziggy’ by Cassie, who accompanied him on his journey through the American West following a traveling sales crew for a year and a half to document their lives selling magazine subscriptions for his fourth photobook ‘Drummers of the West’.

He finally came back to Sylvester in 2010, and found Cassie still living in Sylvester, now 17. She had changed, and for the first week he was back, she didn’t talk to him, as she blamed him for leaving her. Once she deemed to talk to him again, he embarked on another photobook, one documenting her last year of high school, this one named ‘Get Bent’ after the first words out of her mouth when she first saw him again. In it, he documented her life of rebellion and this time he tried to stay out of the way because the last time he got deeply invested in her ended in bloodshed. He finished ‘Get Bent’ after she graduated and left Sylvester again at her request because she was leaving as well. For two years he heard nothing from her, an absolute radio silence while he worked on his sixth photobook, ‘West Shores’ documenting life on around Salton Sea. He finally went back to his hometown of New York and found a message on his answering machine from Cassidy. And just in time, as it said she would show up to his place on March fifth, which turned out to be the next day, and if he wasn’t there she would forget about him. She showed up with the sun the next day, and told him she was living in Cincinnati and had just been visiting the city when she thought about him again. But the biggest news was that she was alive and not getting into too much trouble because she had been able to get out of Sylvester permanently thanks to the royalty checks he had been sending her. Alexi was just grateful he hadn’t messed up her life too badly.

#( » » answered questions. )#how did this get so long???? idk #but y'all might be getting a drabble in this verse soon #cause it's just so good????#ofhcstility

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