#ask a meerkat

[valmare]

I’m very occupied by summer job thoughts, so no in depth Chris thoughts unfortunately but I’d love a fluffy cuddly Chris Knight blurb! He seems like he’d cling to you if given the chance <3

- aviatorobsessed 💚

Awww, my dear! Don't stress. The Man Upstairs has everything under control and I pray you experience peace today and every day after! Here's just a cute snippet of Chris!

Needs More Lasers

You've been watching the clock perpetually since it rolled over to two in the afternoon, hoping that incessant checking will, somehow, defy time and space and actually move the afternoon along a little faster than it had yesterday.

However, only twenty seconds have passed since the last time you eyeballed the clock hanging over your office door. Groaning, you slump back into your desk chair, head kicking back over the back of it. Cheeks puffing in an exasperated breath, your head angles to consider the ceiling tiles above you.

They're suddenly more interesting than the marketing collateral in front of you, which demands attention, but has subsequently been frying your brain for the last three days.

White-knuckling the arms of your chair, your eyes move again to consider the clock. Twenty more seconds. How is that even possible!? Closing your eyes, you try to hone in on the mundane sounds of a normal California office––the ring of phones, the shunk of a printer, the soft mutter of office gossip and camaraderie.

The sound of fingers working computer keys has almost put you to sleep when the light rap of knuckles on the wall of your cube has you jumping upright in your chair. Startled, you exhale deeply and swivel in your chair, finding your coworker peeking into the space, smirking and shaking her head at you.

"Vick, you scared me," your press your hand against your chest, hoping it'll calm the jackhammering heart against your ribs.

"Sorry to wake you," she jibes, nearly snickering.

"I wasn't asleep," the defense is weak and you know it, and the way your gaze cuts to the stack of paper cradled in the crook of her arm tells it. They are familiar collateral, you'd proofed them yesterday. "Those going to Jen?"

"Mhmmmm sure," she ignores the question before her brow pop, "but yeah, I'm headed over there. Have anything you wanna send?" Nodding, you swivel closer to your desk and begin sorting an array of papers, standing to hand them to her.

Snapping them from you, she adds them to her cradle and then her head nods out of the cube, "Thanks, but that's not why I'm here though, honey," she steps into the cube, hand on her hip, "there's an awfully handsome thing in the lobby asking for you. He's got Casey at the desk completely enamored, but I'm not sure how long he's gonna be distracted by the cute doe-eyed look. He seems kinda....all over the place?"

Oh no. Eyes widening, you nearly lunge for the heels you'd slipped off beside your desk, working into the God-awful stilettos you've been trying to break in quickly, your face suddenly all-too flush with heat.

He can't be here.

Chris can't be here.

He's never showed up to your office before. You haven't been ready to introduce him to your work peers. Not that nobody in this office wouldn't like him, because he's CHRIS, but––you're not ready to explain the glaring age difference between you and Pacific Tech's resident egghead.

And this is a conservative office. A stuffy office.

And nothing about your boyfriend is conservative or tempered, quiet. Professional isn't even in his vocabulary, you don't think. Chris Knight is the breathing definition of living color, and he'd be an amazing marketing brain for this firm, but, he's not a marketer––he's a scientist. A genius.

Eyes fluttering closed, you can just imagine him standing at the front desk in one of his adorable t-shirts, playfully flirting with Casey, the college intern.

Worst of all? He knows it.

Biting at the inner wall of your cheek, you straighten your glasses and attempt to brush at the front of your shirt, as if it will dispel the wrinkles acquired from sitting at a desk for eight hours. Grabbing your security badge, you clip it to the front of your shirt and hurried slip by Vick, thanking her for the information and taking your material to Jen, the project manager.

Hustling down the hall, counting your steps and putting all too much effort into not rolling your ankles in the stiletto's, you're suddenly thankful you're not on one of the other floors.

You'd been moved down to the first floor to be closer to your boss, which only meant good things for you, and you try to remember that as you twist and weave your way through the bowels of the building, the lobby your endzone.

Pushing open the thick security doors, the lobby is suddenly awash with sunlight streaming in from the pane glass windows. Blinking to adjust your eyes, your gaze immediately lands to Chris, who's leaned heavily on an elbow against the front desk, foot crossed over the other.

Still wearing his wayfarers, his hair is feathered back like it always is, looking envious and golden in ways that make your fingers nearly ache with want to touch it. Your brow pops as you lean partially through the door––he's in trousers and his stereotypical slip on shoes, but that banana-and-red International Order for Gorillas is somewhat cleverly hidden beneath that cardigan you love. Casually spinning the keys that belong to his dad's shitty little Toyota pickup on his finger, he looks like a full out vision.

Sure he's younger than you, far more gorgeous than you are, but a small flame of pride flickers behind your ribs next to your heart. He's your boyfriend. He's here to see you, despite how beautiful Casey looks behind the desk with her hair ribbon and perfect makeup.

Mouth emptying of any and all moisture, you square your shoulders and step through the doors brightly, heels ticking off the marble floors.

All the nerves of Chris being here, among your work peers, evaporates like a vapor over water. Genuinely glad to see him, you hurry across the floor, ignoring the receptionist's wrinkled look of confusion entirely.

"Chris, honey––what are you doing here? I can't believe you're here!"

Your smile brightens when his attention flicks immediately from Casey to you. Seconds, maybe, and his brows lift into his hairline as he straightens up from the desk, spinning his keys once more before stuffing them into his pocket.

"Gorgeous! Hi! Jeez you look amazing today--I was in the neighborhood and remembered this is where you slave behind a desk all day, so I thought I'd, you know, swing in." For some reason he emphasizes the word "swing" like it is somehow scandalous as he pushes from the desk to hurry up to you.

Rocking back on his heels as you wrap your arms around him in a hug, squeezes you tight for a second before kissing your cheek soundly, with an audible smack. His finger finds your badge and flicks it, studying the portrait of you with a wrinkled brow.

"Your hair was different," he notes. "I kinda like it short, pretty girl." His brow wags, eyes tracking your face, "I think I'd like it even if you didn't have any, y'know, but, short is cute. Hey! You should get your hair just like mine, I can show you how to style it, and....yeah. I think that would look amazing."

You giggle, his arm lingering around your waist as you smooth the gorilla on his shirt with your hand, "Yeah, it's longer now," you confirm, despite the fact that it's pulled back into a braid today, "I'll take the hair advice under consideration. What are you doing here, Chris?"

His head cants to the side. "What about the sentence didn't you understand? I was downtown and thought I'd come see you. I'm morbidly curious about your office and what you do, how you make all that big money, pretty. What constitutes 'marketing', all that. Scientific, of course."

"Of course." You wrinkle your nose. He loves when you do that and mimics you, lowering to rub his against the tip of yours lovingly. Giggling, you can't stop the bright smile on your face as your chin lifts a little, eyes moving to consider him for a second.

You can feel Casey staring, and your eyes cut to consider her. She's slackjaw behind the desk, looking at the two of you like something out of a movie. Your cheeks darken with flush as you smile at her, wiggling your fingers in a hello, since you hadn't even bothered to say hello to her this morning when you'd come in with Vick.

"Hi, Casey," you nod to her. She doesn't move in her chair. Turning to Chris, you ask him if she'd provided a visitor's badge. Proudly plucking it from his pocket, he beams that yes, she did, and you move to take his hand in yours, "You can mark it down that he's with me, I'll walk him back down when we're finished. Thanks, Casey!"

"Thanks, Casey!" He chimes, turning on his heel to face her, "Definitely think on what I told you about UCLA. You really should transfer into more of an Ivy league, there's a way better payout at the end!"

"Chris," you roll your eyes, trying not to snort, "come with me," you tug him along, toward the secure door. Swiping your badge, the door unlocks and you pull it open, Chris coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder, arms lacing in front of you.

"Where you taking me?"

"To my cube," you inform quietly, noting that his octave hasn't changed at all despite the hush settled over the office space, "I'll get my purse and we can go get lunch."

"But but buuuut-– I don't want lunch," he inserts, moving to stand beside you, hands in his pockets, "I want to see what you do, meet all your friends, that kind of thing." His brow pops up as his head cants, hand coming to fold over his chest, "unless this place is absolutely boring and you've just overexaggerated your job?"

There's a beat of silence as you smile at him, then his eyes track to your shoes. "Ah! The heels of death!" He looks thrilled, voice echoing off the walls, "I love when you wear them, but aren't they like super unpractical for this massive office?"

Shaking your head, you slip your arm through his and he bends to press a kiss into your hair, whispering, "They make you look amazing, baby."

"Thanks, Chris," you angle your head to brush your nose against his cheek, his hand moving to interlace your fingers casually, "You wanna see my favorite room in this entire building?"

He pulls back, his face twisting into one of scandal. But his brows wag as his smirk grows, and you can nearly tangibly feel the heat pooling in the depths of your gut as he lifts your hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles. He looks positively wolfish, even if you had been entirely serious about actually showing him your favorite space on campus. He obviously has other ideas.

"Now that sounds interesting," he winks, slipping the sunglasses off and clipping them at the front of his shirt, "though I think any room will serve my purposes just fine,"

"Knight," you half hiss, half giggle, trying to keep your voice down.

He winks again, beaming with pride. "Y'know what this place is lacking, gorgeous?"

You can only imagine as you lead him around the corner. "What's that?"

"Lasers. This place needs more lasers, honestly." Taglist: @cherrycola27 @thedroneranger @mayhemmanaged @desert-fern @startrekfangirl2233 @soulmates8 @chicomonks @angstytalesr-us @dakotakazansky @books-are-escapes @sarahsmi13s @cassiemitchell @lovinglyeternal @bobby-r2d2-floyd @that-one-random-writer @horseshoegirl @lavenderbradshaw @bradleybeachbabe @roosters-girl @footprintsinthesxnd @chaoticassidy @roosterisdaddy36 @callsignharper @hisredheadedgoddess28 @ohgodnotagainn @moonchild-cupcake @aviatorobsessed @kmc1989 @imp-number-3

#chris knight #chris knight x reader #real genius #real genius 1985 #real genius imagines #val kilmer #answkered asks #ask a meerkat #top gun roostette

[loupy-mongoose]

Dude, I LOVE the face Randy is making wearing that jacket. Must be one VERY comfy jacket

Cozy boi. :3

#novablaze015 #ask #art #He kinda has a sunbathing vibe to me #Like a meerkat!

[genderlessghoul]

random ghost asks:

3, 7, 18

Thank you for the aaaask

3 : Do you have any Ghost merch? If so, show or tell us about them.

Okay I was like "oh I don't have that much" but then I started counting... This might get slightly into "showing off" territory 😅

I'm not gonna show you the vinyls and CDs but I have Meliora, Phantomime and 7 inches of satanic panic on vinyl, and If You Have Ghost, Impera, Phantomime and Ceremony and Devotion on CD.

Here's the rest of my merch, the batwing hoodie and the Phantomime t-shirt I bought at my ritual and I basically live in that hoodie.

Also gonna include my ✨souvenirs✨ from my ritual because I can. The poster was part of the VIP pack, which I didn't get but someone's dad didn't want it so his kid gave it to me and my friends who had been waiting since like 10am. I love this community. Anyways, the pick is Rain's and Phantom gave me the setlist. Not to brag (total brag) but I was his favourite that night, we played rock, paper, scissors.

7 : What do you think the next Chapter will be?

I think it's gonna be radio silence for a good while until they're ready to announce the next Papa or the album. I really hope we get a random Chapter in-between that's just some stupid shit like Copia picking up a hobby in his retirement.

18 : What's your least favourite part about the Ghost fandom?

The fucking online discourse. It's horrendous. I was on the Ghost subreddit for a little while and it was nothing but shitting on new fans or shitting on people who like their newer albums. I honestly could not care less about people outside the fandom shitting on Ghost fans but people IN the fandom doing that shit? Gross.

You're not a fake fan if you found them on Tiktok. You're not a fake fan if your favourite song is Mary On A Cross. You're not weird for caring about the ghouls. You're not a freak for writing fanfics.

#meerkat's whatever #ghost ask game #the band ghost

[snootlestheangel]

Truck’s opinions on Swift, Ram, Bombshell, and Meerkat. I just know he’s got something to say about recruits and newbies being sent his way by Bombshell.

Truck's Grumpy Old Man Opinion Time! *game show lights and noises*

For Swift: He's a fine medic, I guess. Asks a lot o' questions though when I've already told him the issue. Could do without the lecturing, as well. But, a fine medic. *translation: he will always have a soft spot for medics cause it's how he met the missus*

For Ram: Someone needs to teach her some fucking manners. And that my shop isn't a social gathering.

Bombshell: *glares* He knows what he's doing and I think he's a sick bastard. For bothering me or sending those recruits to their demise, I don't know. All I know is he's a sick bastard. I'd hate him more if he wasn't damn good at his job.

For Meerkat: If that little fucker doesn't stay the fuck away from my shop, all hell is gonna break loose.

#I feel like Ram likes to just pop into Truck's shop when hiding from Graves or whoever she got in trouble with #And he's sick of it cause it's Truck #He respects Bombshell's hustle though #He's a firm believer in “traumatize them young” #Might strangle Meerkat if he's spotted in the shop one more time #his wife is a nurse and was a medic at the time they met #so in other words Truck will never be able to hold a grudge against medics again #He knows how difficult their work is and how emotionally tolling it can be #shadow company truck #shadow company ocs #snootles's shadow ocs #oc ask box

[copepods]

i always think your pfp is a meerkat until i look closer

funniest thing about my pfp is i dont even remember what type of bird it is

#asks #ssagesaurus #might as well be a meerkat

[sandara-and-coco]

Psst! What is Sandara's wardrobe like? Does she wear flowy outfits?

I’m so sorry I took an eterny to answer you I take everything related to Sandara’s outfits with too much passion lol

Yes! She absolutely does wear flowy stuff especially in spring or for special occasions like festivals. In general she likes to wear earthy colors and confortable materials (I hightly doubt you’ll ever see her in jeans...)

I litteraly have hundred of outfits concepts for her but I only managed to finish these two : her fighting gear and her ritual traditional attire feat the cuties Coco and Meerkat! I may come back with more casuals/loungewear next time because ritual Sandara is kinda scary, sorry XD

Alright that’s it for this time, thanks again for showing so much interest for my builder, hope you aren’t disapointed in her designs

Until next time ♡

#my time at sandrock #mtas #sandrock #sandara #my oc art #mtas coco #mtas meerkat #oc ask

[killjoygem]

I'm done collecting data at the aquarium now but I gotta say with how often people asked me questions because they saw a uniform and assumed I worked at the aquarium, I think they shouldve been paying me

#jk #im incredibly grateful they allowed me to be there #and the staff are all so lovely #but seriously there was many times where i wouldnt get any participants for hours but i would get #people asking why the meerkats are seperates what they eat when they eat why theyre making that noise what their names are #wheres the penguins wheres the monkeys wheres the toilets how long are meerkats pregnant for Which one is the mum #why are these meerkats fighting how old are they Are they girls or boys? how well can they see? when is the shark feeding? can i touch the—

[satelliteduster]

Richie was Jamie Lee Curtis?? Damn that was good acting

no fr I loved it when jamie lee curtis was like "im about to bear out" and went full bear on her family it was awesome. jeremy allen white was there too

#looking like a scared meerkat #anonymous #ask

[shopcat]

OKAY there's a zoo 5 hours from where i'm moving that have two snow leopards i'm going to throw up. they also do encounters which is crazy

#🐾 #actually i don't think i'd do an encounter bc i have no questions to ask LOL #i think if i go whcih i probably will i'll get tickets for two days bc id be travelling there anyway and want to see everything.. #but i guess u can just buy one day then if u want to go the next get them again thehre only 40 dollars a person so like very doable i dont #know why zoos were always seen as the most expensive thing in the world when i was a kid ?! #maybe the ones i've been to r more expensive idk... #they also have encounters where you can get jumped on by a dang monkey and red panda which is crazy #and pat a meerkat ??

[missr3n3]

I have a small headcanon of CDTA!Adam:

He likes the sound of a piano because it can be calming but it can also be destructive, like him.

Mmmmmm bye

very interesting idea! i always imagined that he's into pretty heavy music because i like projecting my music taste onto my faves because it would cut through his "intrusive thoughts", but this is also a cool idea!

#ask the skeleton #cut down the altar au #and the way these to ideas meet is that when he hears the first note of the black parade he perks up like a meerkat lol

[valmare]

Okay last one 😁

“I think I might be in some kind of love with you.” Is Bobby and you know it!

Ok, no joke —Bob was HARD. Hopefully this is decent!

Talk to Me, Baby

“Bob? Bobby, wait!” 

Your words connect with Bob Floyd at the exact minute he drops his gear just outside the transport that’s about to disconnect him from California turf. 

Brow furrowed in that little way of his, he checks over his shoulder to find you careening past a group of officers lingering with their families, red-faced and sweating as you offer a hasty and insincere apology to people who could, truly, care less about you. 

Stopping only to stagger out of your heels, you clutch them to your chest as you race the rest of the way to Floyd, who’s jogged away from the Huey to, presumably, meet you. Tears are burning in your eyes and have been since sending him off this morning. 

Deployment was a hell of a thing to spend your day thinking about,  for sure—and Bob wasn’t even a pilot. Natasha was a great aviator, certainly, and you trusted her with more than secrets, but—something about sending Robert Floyd, the love of your life, off in her hand and her hands alone hit hollow in the base of your gut. 

Bob knew you loved him. But you hadn’t said it. Not this morning. 

Ricocheting off your spine, as you’d attempted, and failed, to work today, you couldn’t shake the thought that this brought an entirely new meaning to putting someone’s life in another man’s hands. Or, in this case, Trace’s hands. Reminding yourself that Bob trusted her, that she was on this mission for a reason, only kept you sane through your staff meeting—with lunch came an entirely new wave of fear, anxiety, and nerves. 

You’d been shaking thinking about Bob, halfway across the world, loading into a plane with your picture pasted to the dash for what could be the last time. He needed to know. You needed him to know, in case knowing was the only thing he had left. 

You’d dropped work faster than a hot potato, told your boss to take a PTO day.  Hauled ass from your corporate office to the base—Bob was due to leave in, now, what was two and a half minutes. At the decision to leave he’d been slated to leave in an hour, and you’d driven faster than probably even conceivable to Fast and Furious. 

Screaming into the visitor’s lot, you’d practically thrown your ID at check in, rushing the officers manning the desk. They, of course recognized you since you were all the time and had been merciful not to call the MPs when you’d bolted past the desk, calling for Bob Floyd to “Hold on for one fucking minute!” 

Now, his fine features are narrowed at you in a look of confusion, as if he didn’t understand you running right toward him. Fifteen feet, ten, five, and then you catapulted yourself into him, starfishing his tall frame with your face buried into the chest of his flight suit.

Wholly uncaring if any of his friends and fellow officers can see you or not, you cling to him, welded to the tarmac that’s hot beneath your bare feet.  Trying to contain your shaking sobs as his arms envelop you tightly, he smells like cologne, jet fuel and whatever material the damn flight suit is made out of. Fingers twisting into the flight suit, you can barely hear Bob shushing you softly over the thrum of his heart in chest. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice deepens with concern, huge hand rubbing your back comfortingly before he shuffles you back enough to take your face in his hands, concern muddying his features. “Did something happen? Honey?” 

Resting your hands on his forearms, you shake your head in his hands, trying to ease air into your chest. Oxygen is doing little to nothing for your lungs, but your heart seems to stop hammering against your ribs with excruciating pain as Floyd begins to walk you through breathing exercises, eyes tracking yours purposefully. 

“Talk to me, baby,” dark concern is in his eyes now, his brow pulled into a deep furrow, “I want to help. What happened?” 

Finally, heaving breaths, your eyes close and you release a shaking, heavy breath. “I don’t want you to go,” eyes opening to watch his face fall into one of apologetic sympathy, your fingers curl into the arms of his flight suit, the material stiff beneath your nails, “Bob, I—” 

“Honey, I know, but—” 

“—Bob. I think I might be in some kind of love with you,” your voice cracks and you sob again, stepping forward to rest your face against his chest. Curling into him, the thought of him leaving and not coming home is on a toxic loop in your brain, rattling your bones, plaguing every throb of your heart. 

Hot, heavy tears skip down the front of his suit, and after a few seconds of Bob’s arms just hanging languidly at his sides, he rests his chin in your hair and just holds you. His heart ticks up a little faster, you can feel it against your cheek as you cry into his chest, and when he begins to rock you side to side, shushing you softly, the hard knot in your stomach releases just so. 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he curls into you against his chest, arms tightening around you as the back of his hand cradles your head against his pec, “it’s gonna be fine. I’m gonna come back, I promise. This is just a routine run, baby girl—it’s only two weeks.” 

“Two weeks is forever,” you mumble into his chest. 

“It is not,” he chuckles, tugging your hair back just a little with his fingers, so you’re staring up into his face. “It just feels like it. And I’ll be able to call you and we can Facetime, so really it’s like having me right here in California.” He winks at you, nose scrunching just a little as if it helps make the point. 

“I know,” you sigh, reaching to brush away the tears beneath your eyes, “just having you here, Bobby—” 

He chuckles, hand skipping over your cheek lightly to cup your jaw, “I know, I’m pretty irreplaceable,” this, coupled with his little shrug and eye roll behind his glasses make you smile a little, giggling as his finger drops beneath your chin to tip it up. “But don’t sweat it, doll. I’ll come back to you. I always will as long as I can.” 

The corner of your lips tug  up in a smile. “You promise, Bobert?” 

His nickname never ceases to make him grin, and he nods once, firmly. “With whatever equivalent the Navy offers as a scout’s honor,” he holds up to fingers, kisses them, and presses them against your lips lightly. Giggling into them, you kiss his fingers back, and he draws them back to his own lips. 

Someone at the chopper calls for him, signaling the two minute mark, and he nods over his shoulder to them. “I gotta go, sweetness,” he kisses your forehead soundly, before taking your face again to kiss you deeply on the lips, “wait for me, yeah? I love you.” 

“Always, Bobby,” kissing the corner of his mouth again, you smile softly at him as he salutes you lightly, turning on the heel of his boot to hustle back to the chopper. Throwing his gear inside, he swings into the Huey, leaning partially out of it to smile down at you softly with that totally Bob Floyd look about him. 

“Be safe, my love. Come back to me in one piece.” 

#100 followers celebration #100 followers #blurb requests #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #controlled chaos squad #call sign meerkat #answered asks #ask a meerkat #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd imagine #bob imagine

[mac-and-thefox]

Happy V-day Mac! Here's a rose ❤️

Meer you are so sweet 💙 thank you!

Happy V-Day to you too 😊

#ask box #meerkat

[genderlessghoul]

11,17,21, 3 for the asking game?

-🍍

Thank you for the ask! Let's get into it

3 : List your fandoms and one character from each that you identify with.

I'm not gonna do like ALL my fandoms cuz there's a lot of them but let's gooo.

The Band Ghost (duh) : Phantom

My Chemical Romance : Party Poison from Danger Days

Doctor Who : the 13th Doctor

Supernatural : Dean Winchester

Star Wars : Anakin (The Clone Wars version is so me, it physically hurts.)

She-Ra and the princesses of Power : Catra

Marvel's Loki.

11 : Describe your ideal day.

Staying in, waking up late, working on a costume all day. Maybe (probably) take a lil walk to go get boba.

17 : Would you say your Tumblr is a fair representation of the "real you"?

Yes, my brand on here is talking about the Ghost costumes and that's pretty much me irl, I'm not allowed to talk to my coworkers about it anymore 😅 I have more interests irl than I talk about on this blog, of course, but the little I do talk about is very accurate.

21 : Do you love easily?

Yes, I don't know how to have like moderate emotions so I experience everything in big. That means I don't really know how to like things and people. If I agree with your vibe, I love you and you are my friend. And if I'm in love with you, it's deep love, sometimes a bit too close to infatuation 😅😅😅 but I'm not scared of letting the people around me know how much I love them.

#meerkat's whatever #ask game

[cantsaythetword]

*bites you*

No procrastinating >:( (but please do, overworking yourself is so overrated and so last year). I hope school treats you well and that you don't get bogged down by too many assignments. I love you and you should totally treat yourself to some ice cream :)

how rUDE (🫶)

I've actually been doing alright on the procrastination front so far! (It's the end of week one so not much to procrastinate anyways but still LITTLE WINS EVERYBODY)

I love U too ya crunchy vegetable, maybe I'll treat myself to some raw onions instead of ice cream 👀👀

(would that be a compliment or an insult to you, who knows...)

#ask #onion mannnnn #ive got chocolate thats close enough to ice cream right ? #yeah #close enough #its damn good chocolate too #ive missed this loser its nice when his lil head pops up again every so often #hes like a meerkat

[miramelindamusings]

Just discovered your Kairi as Protagonist AU and I love it!!! It would be fun to play as Kairi in the Kingdom Hearts games. So what do you think Kairi would look like when she visits the Pridelands? Probably as a red lioness.

Hi! Thank you so much!! And so sorry for the lateness of the reply! I'm really so grateful that you like the AU :)

That's a good question! I have difficulty drawing animals and so I've been sitting on this ask until I could give it a proper go. I tried some messy drawings out to see what I like and, honestly, I like the idea of a lioness but also a meerkat! For the former, both Simba and her have that nobility and so a lioness makes sense. However, the latter is interesting to consider as well. This might be because of my love for Timon and Pumbaa, but I like the idea that because she isn't the traditional hero of the games that her Pride Lands' form would showcase how different her strengths are from Sora. Also, I just think the visual of her with a tiny keyblade is kinda hilarious (as well as the heart attack she’d give Timon and Pumbaa if she faced a pack of hyenas head on)!

Here are the brainstormy drawings and thanks once again! It was fun to think about!

#protag kairi au #kairi as protag au #asks #ask #kairi #kh #kh2 #kingdom hearts 2 #kingdom hearts series #my art #my fanart #digital art #The Lion King #I tried to do the background for Cant' Wait to Be King and so made her fur a bit pinker to match! #and for her meerkat version I made the dark spots longer to emulate the gloves and boots she wears in the AU :) #also maybe her fur has a different pattern on it than Timon to show she's not from around there #but i'm not sure what pattern she would have #as always I love hearing peoples ideas! #thanks for the ask!!

[effyeahmeerkats]

i never reblog anything because it doesn’t fit the theme of my blog but i just have to say thank you for being active and putting meerkats on my tumblr dash! it makes me happy to see them

awww thank you for the kind note, I'm so glad!!! and no worries, you do you! <3

#not meerkat related #ask #anonymous