#like 50/50 i have paws it changes a lot

[bimbopawz]

hi, i'm not sure at this point if i wanna focus on what my form is like 100% in headspace or if i just Vibe with whatever the last version of it was-

#Luz barks #man it was so much easier when i just acknowledged i became half dog- #like.. outfit preferences changed a ton as clinging to source went on #but in the end i was just s1 Luz with Eda's jacket + puppy ears and a tail and (flippy floppy) paws #like 50/50 i have paws it changes a lot #if that makes sense? #i dunno all i know is i also have what i just call dog brain cause the half dog thing is just more than cosmetic stuff #but now i jus?? i cling to Titan Luz cause like me!! fluffy like me!! non-human like me!! #but i don't *know* if my innerworld form has anything grabbed from it? #i'm already fluffy and non-human #i think the only thing is like #i like the hat #and *sometimes* (HARD sometimes) i have phantom horns #i just like the horns and i know the light ball is on the hat but #oh fuck maybe i do have horns- feels right to say the light ball stays between the horns instead #horns?? debatable will never further look into this

[billthedrake]

WINGMAN

I generally had a clean lifestyle, at least lately, but it was Mike Gelson's bachelor party, and we five dudes were partying it up in Nashville. I may have been doing my goody two-shoes Brendan Peters thing and getting club soda every few rounds, but my tolerance was down and I was getting good and truly wasted.

My best buddy James Carducci noticed, too. Like me, he was a big guy, a former tight end who carried a lot of muscle on his 6'5" frame, but unlike me he could hold his liquor.

"You gonna get laid tonight, Peters?" he growled in my ear as we entered the room we were sharing. "It's fun to see you let your hair down."

I gave him a scowl but knew he was just ribbing me. It's what buddies did. "Why can't we have the bachelor party in New York or something?"

Carducci knew what I meant. He plopped on one of the beds, his big frame taking up most of the double bed mattress. "Bro, you could have all the gay dudes around you and you'd still be too fuckin' picky."

I lay down on the other bed, looking over at my best friend. We'd both moved to the same city after graduation. Coming out had been a big messy process for me, and James had been the most supportive of my college friends. He was enthusiastically bisexual - not advertising it or anything, but we quickly realized we could switch from teammate-buddies to guy talk and back.

Still, we were opposites in a lot of ways. "Dude... it's easy for you. You just want to get your dick wet."

We'd had versions of this conversation before. He grinned. "Bro, maybe you should get your dick wet for a change. It'd keep you from being a cranky bitch." Yeah, Carducci could get away saying stuff to me no one else could. Then turning his meaty body on his side, he looked right at me. "I get it, Peters. But maybe while you wait for Mr. Right, you can have some fun. I mean, Kevin Murphy's not gonna suck your cock."

"What the fuck?!" I played dumb. Kevin had been the kicker on our D1 team and was Mike Gelson's best man. He was my type to a T... shorter than me and leaner, boy-next-door cute, tight body and a bubble ass.

James lay back again and put his arms around his back, arms knotted and pumped. If I was into big dudes like myself, there might be sexual tension between us. "Bro, it's all over your face. Remember, I know your fuckin' type."

"C'mon, JC," I pleaded, using my nickname for him.

He grinned. "Don't worry, Peters, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. You know that. Crush out on Murphy all you want. You're just barking up the wrong tree."

"Yeah," I sighed. "It's majorly against the bro code." I was starting to get resentful of how being a horny gay dude and an ex-jock living by the bro code were not exactly compatible.

That got a deep laugh from JC. "So's fucking your buddy's dad."

I sat up, the alcohol and quick movement making my head dizzy. "What?!?!" Normally I'd write off the comment as Carducci being a jokester but the way his words came out made them seem real.

He now sat up and reached down to paw at his crotch to rearrange his junk. "This stays between us," he warned.

"Scouts honor, man," I replied.

My friend got a wild look on his face and a leer as he said, "I banged Gelson's dad."

"Mike Gelson," I clarified. "The fucking groom."

He seemed annoyed. "What other Gelsons do you know, dumbass? Yeah, Mike Gelson's father. It was a couple of years ago, when Mike invited a couple of us to his family's lake house." James was closer to Gelson than I was, which only made what he was describing seme more transgressive.

"Dude, isn't Mr. Gelson like 45?" I'd briefly met the man once but he didn't make too much an impression on me, I guess.

Carducci leered. "He was 50 then, and it was fucking glorious. A whole week, both of us enjoying sneaking around." I knew JC had a bit of a kink for married men. We didn't overshare, but I'd very occasionally hear about a hookup or, more often, I'd unload about a date that didn't go like I wanted.

I had to rib him now. "What, you going for the daddies now, JC?"

Without missing a beat, he looked at me with his brown eyes. "Abso-fucking-lutely, Peters. Exclusively even. You should try an older dude for a change."

I didn't think I was easily shocked but the turn of the conversation had indeed rattled me. I went silent before I said quietly, "Man, I couldn't date a guy my dad's age. What the fuck?"

He laughed. "Dude, who's talking about dating? You're a hot fucking dude, you should be having sex nonstop... " He paused. "Can I be honest, bro?"

I nodded, bracing myself for the barrage of criticism. But this was Carducci, I knew he was looking after me.

"Well," James started. "You always go for the unavailable ones like Murphy, or for the stuck up ones who think they're the shit for having an Insta following." For all of our odd-couple conversations, Carducci had never spelled it out for me quite like this. But he was totally right. "I dunno, maybe you should go outside your type just to see. There are so many daddies out there who'd be so fucking appreciative to make it with a guy like you.... You could use the ego boost, bro."

I thought it over. "Is that what older guys are to you?" I asked. "An ego boost?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I have a pretty massive ego already, bro, I don't need help with that. I just love sex with an older guy." I watched as he pulled a spare pillow down to cover his crotch. I knew why: Carducci was boning up talking about sex, and while we shared a lot there still was the bro code between us. "Some of em have a wild side, like a drunk sorority chick."

I shook my head. "Jesus, JC."

I knew the alcohol was getting us both to open up to this conversation. "It's not like that, Peters. I mean, you know you're with a dude, a real masculine dude at that. But there's that wild, naughty streak beneath the surface. I fucking love it."

He reached over and picked up his phone.

"What? Are you gonna show me a picture of one of your conquests?" I asked.

He looked up and winked. "Perv. No, bro, I'm lining up a blowjob. There's gotta be a horny daddy staying in this hotel."

I blushed. "You serious?"

"Sure, I'm serious," he said, now not taking his eyes off the app as he scrolled through. "Jesus you can be such a fucking prude."

I lay back, feeling insulted but mostly angry that he was right. I'd set up a Grindr profile and used it some but then swore it off over the last year. "Well, you're not bringing him back here," I said.

JC now looked up. "Like I said. Cranky bitch." There was teasing sure, but I think I'd actually pissed off my buddy. I almost apologized but I was stubborn.

Anyway, he was now getting off the bed and putting his shoes back on.

"Already?" I asked with astonishment. JC hadn't been on that app much longer than five minutes.

He laughed. "What can I say, bro?" He smiled. "Daddy wants this..." he used his hand to gesture to his tall muscular body. "I'm in Nashville, I'm gonna have a little fucking fun." He had his phone and key card and seemed good to go. "You should too, Peters. For real."

I didn't say anything but I gave a look that was my attempt at an "I'll think about it."

And like that, I watched my best friend leave our room.

***

The lamplight was still on when I woke up. I'd conked out in my drunkenness. I was massively hungover but I always wake up pretty quickly. Light was coming in and the clock said a little after 8.

Carducci's bed was still made and still empty. The fucker.

I got up and pissed and popped a couple of aspirin, hoping they'd help. My head pounded. And we still had another night of this fucking bachelor party weekend. I wondered if these dudes would want to come to mine when the time came. Hell, I wondered if I'd have one.

I brushed my teeth to get the stale beer taste out of my mouth. My hair was mussed up and I did my best to comb it down.

Fifteen minutes later, after a trip to the lobby to get some coffee, I was feeling more alive. Hungover still, but better. I didn't feel like eating anything, but the aspirin was helping.

I picked up my phone. I'd uninstalled Grindr but it was easy enough to re-install it. It took me a second to remember my login, but I used one of my common passwords. One of these days, I'd need to choose something more secure for my shit.

There were some hot guys in Nashville, but I'd gotten spoiled by the city I lived in now. There was a certain type I was seeing here - either bigger, beefier guys, or else younger thinner twinks. My type was always in between that. I wanted more Dierks Bentley and was seeing a lot more Garth Brooks types, even among the 20-somethings.

I'd been replaying my conversation with JC in my head. He could bust my balls, and maybe in a way I didn't like. But I told myself, I'd give this a try. I changed my profile language to make it less picky and judgmental and adjusted my looking-for age range.

It was early and I didn't see any hits in this hotel, but there was a good looking older guy in the hotel on the next block. Kind of average looking, balding hair, 49yo, but his pics showed off a very fit body, lightly hairy, probably trimmed. Looking for now. If I had to make it with an older dude, this was probably as good a match as any. I'd focus on his body if need be.

"Hey," I typed in a chat. "You're up early."

"Hi man." Then. "This is early?"

"In Nashville it is," I replied back.

"True, ha."

I was never great with the quick hookup thing, but one thing I'd mastered was the art of messaging. Some guys were too direct, not flirty enough, but some guys were too passive and conversational. My style didn't work with everyone, but it was working now, I knew.

"What brings you here?" I asked.

"Business. I thought I'd tack on an extra day for fun. And you?"

"Bachelor party."

"Of course, ha." Then, he added. "You're quite the hunk."

"Thanks man," I typed. "You're hot, too." I wasn't sure how much I thought that. It's not that he wasn't hot, because he was in a way. But in my fucked up way, I knew he wasn't Brendan Peters-worthy hot. Not in my league. But I tried to embrace the Carducci way. "You say you bottom, right?" His profile had read vers-bottom.

"Yep. You wanting to fuck?"

After my conversation with JC, I'd initially been thinking of a blowjob. Baby steps. Something to take the edge off. But now I realized it had been WAY too long since I'd fucked a guy. "God yeah. You able to host?"

"If you can give me fifteen minutes."

I pawed my crotch now. I was getting boned good. "Make it twenty?" I wanted to shower up.

"Sounds good, man."

***

The profile had sold the guy short. He didn't look hotter than his pictures but as he ushered me in, he had a deep sexy voice. Almost gravely, with a New York accent. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and I could see how dense his muscle was on a frame that was about 6 inches shorter than mine.

"Looks like I hit the jackpot, huh?" he smiled. Then as his eyes swept up to my face, he added, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna gush. You know you're smoking hot."

OK, maybe JC was right, I could get used to the ego pump. With a grin I stepped up to the guy and wrapped my arms around his naked torso, drawing him in.

"I wasn't sure..." he started to say in his deep voice befor I cut him off with a kiss.

He was a good kisser. This was a hookup, just a hookup, and our making out wasn't romantic, but I really enjoyed this part of sex, and this man knew how to respond to my groove. His hands felt up my chest as he did his best to match my tongue work.

Maybe it had been so long since I'd had sex, but the feel of his bare skin and hard back muscle under my fingers had me rock hard. This guy wasn't my type, but he was masculine and real and he wanted me. I pulled off his towel and broke the kiss so I could reach down and paw at his thick ass. It wasn't a young bubble ass, it wasn't Kevin Murphy's kicker's ass, but this man went to the gym regularly and had for years.

"Yess.." he hissed.

I kneaded his ass for a minute longer then stepped back, in full ready to fuck mode. As I reached down and started undoing my shorts and kicking off my shoes, my trick looked at me with horny anticipation, his daddy dick hard and leaking, a solid six-incher that stood out from his trimmed but hairy crotch.

"I guess we didn't talk about specifics," he said, stepping back to the bed. "You a missionary or doggy position kind of guy?"

God, this was 180 degrees from my normal Grindr experience. I always met freaks who'd get real porny and weird, or I met guys who were bossy about their needs. This man had a fun laid-back vibe, even as we were getting to brass tacks.

Usually my answer would be missionary. "Doggy," I leered, letting my thick long cock fall out as I pushed my underwear down.

"Fuck," the daddy hissed. "You didn't exaggerate the measurements. Take it a little easy at first, then I'm good to go." I watched as he got onto the bed, on all fours. It was clearly the body of a man in his late 40s, but I was going to enjoy it all the same.

I got up on after him, letting the mattress sink with my weight. I'd hit almost 240 in college ball, and while I'd leaned down a little since then, I still was 230 pounds of tall muscle.

I remember one time I'd started eating out some model looking guy I'd hooked up with and he about freaked out, telling me he wasn't into getting rim. But as I kissed along this man's lightly furred ass cheeks, one side then the other, he spread his legs in an unmistakeable green light. I dove in and licked.

Fuck, this daddy loved it. I thought about what JC said. Masculine dudes with that drunk sorority chick worthy wild streak. He was some regular guy on business, and he was enjoying me eating him out and munching wildly at his clean pucker.

"Holy fuck, dude!" he growled, the deep voice making his words seem more sexual. "Eat my fucking hole."

I did. I wasn't even expecting an extended rim session for this. I almost thought it would be a pump and go, but I now rode the experience, gripping his cheeks, pulling them apart and tongue fucking this man who indeed was old enough to be my father.

I could have kept at it, too, but I needed to fuck. I leaned up, wiped off the spit from my chin and reached down to wet my cock.

"There's lube and condoms," he said, nodding to the night stand. "I'm on PREP so do what you want, man." Again, that deep voice had my balls twitching.

I slathered on some lube and lined up my bare prick. Daddy was gonna get raw dogged. I gave a two-mississippi pause then pushed to enter him.

There was some snugness at the ring but otherwise no real resistance. I popped in, making the man grunt a little, but he braced his upper body, took a deep breath, then nodded. I pushed my way all the way in, deep into his hot tightness. I forgot how amazing a good fuck felt. Bottoming out, I gripped his waist and began a slow pump.

"Jesus, you're a big boy," he grunted, excitement in his voice.

"6-four," I teased, now fucking him with firmer strokes.

"I meant your cock," the daddy said.

"I know," I hissed. "You're taking that big dick."

"Christ, man," he replied. "Fuck me! Fuck me big guy!"

I did. Getting more and more into it. I was enjoying this position of holding his waist and using that leverage to pull his leaner muscular build onto my hard pistoning cock as much as I was pushing into him. But as I got more excited and more into the mounting pleasure, I felt a need for something more animalistic. Leaning forward, I covered his back with my muscular chest and torso and just started hammering him with hard short strokes.

"Oh fuck oh fuck," he hissed. Loving it, but feeling the challenge of taking me that way, given my strength.

It wouldn't take long though. I now supported my weight with one arm while the other one wrapped around him, pulling his hard body next to mine for maximum contact and steady penetration.

He too was braced on one hand now while the jerked off to my inward strokes.

He came a second before me, but it was a photo finish. I let out a deep heavy growl and enjoyed the most amazing orgasm I'd had in a LONG time.

He finally withdrew his hand and let my weight push him down into a flat lying position.

"Am I too heavy?" I asked as I kissed his neck softly. I didn't want to pull out just yet, the aftershocks felt pretty amazing.

"I'm good," came that deep voice. "I like it, actually."

I kissed him more, along his neck. It's a weird thing of mine. Some guys lose interest after getting their nut, but I get in a real romantic headspace after cumming. It's freaked some men out.

Daddy picked up on it. "I thought you'd be a fuck and go kind of guy," he said with a soft laugh.

"Sorry," I said, pushing myself up off him some.

"Don't apologize, it's nice."

I ran my hand along the man's arm. Strong, not as big as mine, but there's something about an older man that meant more seasoned muscle. "I know this is just a hookup," I said. "I just like talking with a guy I have sex with. I'm weird, I guess."

He got quiet, but his reply felt calm and measured. "We can grab brunch if you like. I can learn more about the guy who just gave me the fuck of my life."

"Yeah," I said.

Now as we uncoupled and rinsed off in the bathroom before getting dressed again, I was having second doubts, and maybe I was leading him on too much. I absolutely didn't want anything serious with this guy. After today, I'd probably half forget him. This was just my hormones talking.

He seemed to read me. "You OK, man?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

He gave me an empathetic look. "Don't worry, I know I'm just a piece of tail to you. But I'm starving... why don't we get a bite and then you can get back to your bachelor party duties?"

I smiled. "Sounds good," I said. I stepped up and kissed him, softly. Wrapping my arms around his waist and enjoying the height difference.

"My name's Curt," he said.

"Brendan," I said.

#drakestories

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; barnaby

requested by ; anonymous (09/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b. beagle

outline ; “i LOVEEE the way you write so much🙏!!Is it possible that you could do barnaby head cannons but romantic? If you want😭”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

this relationship is built on a foundation of shared humour, carefreeness and just generally being on the same wavelength whilst also being in love with each other

his love language is quality time, which usually involves him doing everything he can to make you laugh — even making a fool of himself in order to have you folding in on yourself and wheezing from laughter

dates aren’t really a fixed thing since the two of you spend basically all of you time around each other anyway, but you do try to take one day out of the week and just dedicate it to doing something new together

this can be trying a new food, visiting a new place or trying to learn a new phrase in a new language (usually a joke)

this way you end up making plenty of memories and, even if you end up looking like fools a lot of the time, you end up growing as people and as a couple through these new experiences

he gives you lots of stupid nicknames and they change with basically every sentence he says — and, somehow, he’s never repeated one, which is actually quite impressive

you are his arm rest. this is non negotiable

he loves hugging and cuddling you, meaning you’ll usually end up spending the evening wrapped up in his arms as you watch whatever new vhs he managed to snag from howdy on a loan

scratching behind his ears will make him fall asleep — but be warned that he both snores like a freight train and kicks like a mule in his sleep

he will pick you up at random and it’s 50/50 whether you’ll get the princess treatment or just get flung over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes

it depends on his mood, honestly

he didn’t realise that he had feelings for you until, midway through his 90th rant about how awesome you are, julie piped up and asked when he was going to ask you out

and he did, about twenty minutes after she said it

he only ever gets jealous of dogs — like if you come home after petting and cuddling with a friend’s puppy then he’ll get incredibly pouty

this only really lasts about ten minutes though, so don’t worry, he can’t stay mad at you

usually goes to wally for relationship advice — and, no, wally doesn’t know why he does this either and will usually flag down julie or eddie to give him a nudge in the right direction

he’d 100% do the handprint thing from up and your mailbox 100% has your smaller handprint inside of his massive paw print — his in blue and yours in your favourite (non-blue) colour

(eddie thinks it’s adorable whenever he delivers your mail and wants to do the same thing with frank)

you have frequent prank wars that can involve anything from whoopee cushions to pies-to-the-face to water-filled fake flowers to basically anything else

as one could expect, this means that your house is pretty much always in a state of chaos — but it’s still your home and neither of you would have it any other way

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #fluff #fluff hcs #welcome home fluff #welcome home x reader #barnaby b beagle fluff #barnaby b beagle x reader

[si-wildchild-queen]

Bloodmoon X Partially Blind Reader!. ~

ROMANTIC!.

(From My Other Account.) ~ Will Be Sharing Soon!.

"Goodnight Sweet Crimson ~"

BloodMoon cooed from the other end of the phone.

You lightly smiled to yourself.

"Goodnight Bloodmoon...."

With that you hung up the phone, deciding to get all cozy and curled up in your bed, you spent what felt like an eternity trying but clearly failing at falling asleep!.

Groaning in annoyance, you tapped the screen on your phone.

"It's 8:50?!?."

You shoved your face into the pillow, accepting that your attempts at getting an early good night's sleep would fail...again....

Shuffling out of the bed, you stretched your arms out like a dinosaur and let out a big yawn, smiling to yourself, you decided that it would be a good time to get some fresh air...after all it was the best time for you sight wise- you were partially blind...if the room or atmosphere wasn't dimmed down light wise...then it could be a bit difficult to see...it was manageable of course but your vision wasn't at its peak like it could be in this moment.

Taking a step out the door, you groaned in slight annoyance as a car with its headlights on..extra bright!. Sat there in the parking lot, facing towards you-

A few blurs emerged, attempting to cloud your bettered vision.

Placing a hand over your eyes, you quickly turned the other way and began your walk around the neighborhood.

(Sorry if this part is a bit inaccurate for anybody🥺.)

You heard some rustling in an alleyway nearby, now normally you wouldn't come near that particular area...but something was telling you that this time was different...

Cautiously making your way to the noise, you slowly peeked your head around the corner-

Your eyes widened.

Someone was getting viciously attacked by a kitten!.

It's hisses indicated that it was a very angry kitty....

You marched your way forward but froze as the "Ows." And "Bad Kitty's." Sounded like BloodMoons voice...

You took a few steps forward, slightly hoping that it was him...you had never gotten a good look at him before..

*That'll be the day.* You thought to yourself and sighed.

"Bloodmoon?."

The figure froze, his hold on the kitten loosened, causing it to run over to you.

Rubbing against your leg, it's demeanor changed...purring, you picked it up and smiled!.

It was so tiny, you assumed it must have been the runt out of its liter... And it had the cutest striped plastered on its face!.

Its paws looked to have unique stripes on them as well...

You lightly chuckled at the kitten.

"Well aren't you quite the unique kitty?."

You lightly frowned as the voice that you had completely forgotten about spoke up.

"(Y/n?). Is that really you?"

(We're gonna say there are street lights so you're not in complete darkness)

Him taking a few steps forward, you held the kitten close to your chest, the kitten seeming to enjoy the attention...

Your mouth gaped a bit in awe, your free hand reached up to cup BloodMoons cheek.

BloodMoons expression changed from confusion to worry.

"What are you doing out here at this hour?. Don't you know it's dangerous?."

You sighed and glanced away for a moment, looking down at the kitten that was now asleep you smiled softly.

BloodMoons eyes widened a bit.

"Wait a second....(Y/n?)...Can you see me?."

You looked back up to BloodMoon and nodded.

"Yes!. I Can!."

You lightly giggled, feeling joy.

BloodMoons smile widened and he hugged you!.

Pulling away, he gave a light eskimo kiss.

The kitten stirred in its sleep, BloodMoon put a hand on it and gently patted its head.

He chuckled.

"I know this looks bad...but I can explain."

Bloodmoon put a hand to the back of his neck, scratching it in a nervous manner.

"I like to go out at night and I saw the kitten, and I thought- well that's one less kitten wandering the streets and- um...-

You giggled.

"It's okay...I always knew you were a softy...but I didn't know it was this bad."

You lightly joked.

Bloodmoon smiled, hugging you once more, he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"Maybe we should do this more often?. Hanging out when it's dark I mean-

Bloodmoon started to stumble over his words.

"Yeah...I would like that a lot actually...if we're being honest..."

You pull away giving a slightly guilty look.

"We could have been doing this for awhile if we had just been a tinsy bit better at communication...we would have known our terrible sleep schedules."

You laughed, Bloodmoon laughing along with you.

"I'm a night owl...I can't sleep but I try."

Bloodmoon deepened the hug.

"Me too."

#fnaf #sun and moon show #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's security breach #sams bloodmoon #sun and moon show bloodmoon #fnaf bloodmoon #bloodmoon twins #bloodmoon x reader #sams bloodtwins #bloodmoon x y/n #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf au #fnaf fandom #x reader fanfiction #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfic #romance #romantic fanfic #sams fandom

[millerflintstone]

I got home at about 10:40 ish and that was not expected. I was hoping it would be 8:30 pm ish. Herein lies a tale ...

Unfriendly stopped in after he got off of work at 5 to pet Gigabyte and see how she was. She basically greeted him by peeing. I had told her at about 4:50 ish pm that he would be coming soon and she perked up. She's got a lot going on with her legs what with her IV line and the fact that it changed paws. They added a new line for blood draws to a hind leg so she really could not stand herself up all day today. She started trying to move herself to her small litter pan and could not. I asked Unfriendly to pick her up and I slid it under her and she basically just let go of her bladder as soon as she sensed it.

After that, she passed out again. We went to go get some dinner, planning to get back by 7:15 so that the doctor coming on the shift would be finished with the team huddle. We had burgers at a trendy-ish place and then went back to the ER

It started picking up with the after work emergencies a little after we came back in. He headed home. I wanted to stay because I knew I wouldn't be able to rest unless I knew the latest numbers.

A little after he left, a blonde, skinny lady came in yelling, "She's dying! She's barely breathing! She's almost dead! Please help!"

It was neat to see the team just swoop into action, but I couldn't see the dog because most of the med team was assembled on the other side from where Gigabyte was. I heard the lady explaining very loudly that her older, senile, bigger dog just lost it and started flipping out. That dog attacked the smaller dog who had a chunk taken out of her neck and had apparently split her tongue and possibly hurt her head.

I noticed the lady's husband (?) was there also and he was so quiet compared to her. I heard one of the techs or maybe a doctor (there are 2 on each shift) or the office manager try to talk to this woman in soothing tones. It didn't seem to help because I heard her saying something like, "She's all I have left. I'll die if she dies."

The way this lady affected the energy in the room was palpable. I could feel my own anxiety and had to push it away. I noticed Gig struggling again and this time she just used the pee pad she was on. I asked a free tech to help me get her a new pad. As she settled back in, she started falling asleep again. I figured it would be worse if she felt my anxiety while I gave her pets, so I closed her cage and went to the waiting room after I told the tech that helped me that I was just waiting to talk to the doctor when she was free and that I'd be in the lobby.

More doggies had come in for help at that point and one kitty. I realized I needed to turn in my work file. I told the front desk rep I'd be back and did that. Took me about 15 minutes because I ran into an issue. By the time I walked back, the cops were out front.

A lady who had been waiting with her dog when we came in at 7:15 ish am was outside and filled me in. Apparently the blonde lady threatened to kill herself and her husband if the dog died. I'm sure whatever protocol they have in those situations kicked in and the cops were contacted. When the blonde lady saw the cops coming into the ER, she flipped out. Basically a "how dare you?" reaction and then she LUNGED AT A DOCTOR with the cops there and everything.

Then they cleared the triage area of people who were there with their pets and some folks just stayed in the lobby. I didn't go into the lobby because the cops were questioning the lady.

They ended up getting her dog transferred to the ER/ Specialist group that I took Gigabyte to for her neuro and ophthalmology consults. The lady I chatted with who filled me in on what I missed, told me she saw the dog and she looked very rough. I saw the little gurney he was on when they wheeled him out and felt for the pupper. It's bad enough to be injured but I'm sure feeling her human's histrionics did not help. I wouldn't call her a Karen, though. They both reminded me of FL beach trashy folks from the Ft. Lauderdale area. I say that as an unfortunate FL native that grew up Dade and Broward counties.

Anyway!

Gigabyte is continuing to trend better. Her BUN is down to 68 from her high of 128 and creatinine is 5. Her normal is 4. Her highest was too high to read but was about 10 or 11 when the sample was diluted. Her temperature is also getting a bit higher. It was 99 at the last check vs 97 when they took her off me and put her on heat support. 101-102 is normal for kitties. So, we shall see if she gets to go home tomorrow.

#it's always some fucking entitled yt woman I swear to glob #gigabyte #er vet things #i'm so exhausted and apologize for the typos and confusion I'm sure I'll edit tomorrow

[little-mouse-adventures]

Book worm asks: 7, 43, 44, 50 please :D

7. What kind of common romance tropes do you enjoy and what kind do you dislike?

I just answered this one (and oh, how i love being so well known as a diehard romantic ❤) but I will say, for you specifically, whatever the hell is going on in A Companion to Wolves is very definitely on the dislike list! It's compelling, but so's a car crash.

43. Title of a book you own that's in the worst physical condition you have. Explain what happened to it. Post a picture if you want.

I mean, I own several second-hand books, to the point where most of my collection is second-hand. So a lot of those are in rough shape. I think the book in the worst physical condition I've ever read was actually a book I borrowed from my dad called Four From Planet 5. It's an old (pre-moon landing) sci-fi book. The front and back covers had completely come off and disappeared. The glue binding had also mostly failed. The "book" was a collection of loose pages, clumped together into sections, and held in order by an elastic band. Reading it sure was an experience!

44. The book(s) whose stories have become part of your very makeup.

The Artemis Fowl series, obviously. Coraline. The Doctrine of Labyrinths series ("do you think it's dark, where Gideon is?"). I Want My Hat Back. Howl's Moving Castle. Go Dogs Go. The House in the Cerulean Sea.

50. What kind of book have you never read but always hope to find at some point in the future?

What kind of book? Odd way to phrase a question. It's a bit like "tell me something you don't know!". Are we talking genre? Plot? Themes? IDK! And with access to the Free Bookstore, I can get my greedy little paws on just about any kind of book there is. I suppose, to be perfectly honest, I do kind of want to read one of those really ridiculous romance novels, with the like... okay scratch that I was going to say "with the protagonist who's actually a like dragon prince in human form and his love interest is like the most magical person in the world but doesn't know it and he helps her learn to wield her power and she in turn helps tame his wild soul, and they also have lots and lots of super kinky sex" and then I remembered I have, actually read a book like that. so. Idk, man, a book of poetry in which every poem grips my soul and shakes it like a terrier and I come out of the experience fundamentally changed as a person. There's novels that have done that to me, but I have yet to find a poetry volume that does the same.

#thanks for the ask! #ask game

[romaritimeharbor]

Been off of tumblr for a couple of months cause life- and oh?!? new blog??? updates please! what changed? also what's with this booping going on how does it work HOW DO I BOOP SOMEONE I MUST-

OH MY HELLO DEAR it's been quite some time!!! a little while ago now, i decided to move blogs. nothing terrible happened that made me want to do it! i just decided that it was best, since on my old blog, i had 120+ asks and 50+ drafts, most of which would never get answered or never get finished respectively. i was a bit overwhelmed, so i moved here. and now i have like 3 drafts and 20 asks (mostly requests from moots <3). i've managed everything a lot better on this blog and it's a LOTTTT less difficult than my previous blog. but anyway, how are you?? 🫶🫶

IT'S AN APRIL FOOLS FEATURE I THINK!!!! PEOPLE GET LITTLE PAW BUTTONS ON THEIR BLOG (AND THE WORD 'Boop' BESIDE THEIR URLS ON THEIR POSTS) AND IF YOU PRESS THEM YOU CAN BOOP PEOPLE.... IT'S GREAT HAHA

(i suppose i've never asked this before, which i think is quite surprising! but anyways, do you have a name you would like to be addressed as?)

#✧— aphe's letters from zenobiagrace.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Fun fact: Brazilian currency has animals on it's back and I only recently realized this isn't a normal thing. Like the face on them is always the same (it's inspired in a french drawing and it's suppose to be liberty) but depending on the value we got different animals.

2 bucks is a sea turtle (specificaly a tartaruga-de-pente or hawksbill sea turtle, it's a critically endengered animal and it's actually present on my state and we have an ONG focused on helping sea life, rescuing animals and rehabilitating them to put them back on nature if possible, we can pay to visit those animals and while some can't adapt and life there mostly the visists are unique because the animals change as more are rescue and others are put back on nature, that's to say I actually saw this turtle and specially it's babies and it's really cute)

5 bucks is the Great Egret, specificaly the american continent subtype.

10 bucks is the red and green macaw it isn't endengered different of the spix macaw but it's a huge target of animal traffic to the point it disappeared from some states.

20 bucks is the golden lion tamarin it's an endengered species specially because the destruction of it's habitat. This is also the first one mentioned whose currency is coloquially called by the animal name (mico) and there is even checky adds about how it may be worth 20 bucks but it's illigal to acquire a golden lion tamarin (the animal, the money is legal and if anyone wants to give it to me I'm not refusing). In Brazil mico can also coloquially refer to doing something embarassing.

50 bucks is a jaguar. And it's also one of the ones whose animal is used to refere to the money (onça). Actually we have a significant number of popular expressions with the jaguar and none of them are remotely related to how badass the animal is. Like "friend of the jaguar" that means "fake person".

100 bucks is a fish. And it's the one whose is mostly colloquialy called by the animal specially on Southwest Brazil. So yeah if you hear someone say "wow you have a lot of fishes" at random while someone is buying something they mean the guy has a lot of hundreds. The fish in question is the Grouper. It's a fun weird fish who is also endangered and has a lot of protection laws around it. It's also - acording to people who ate it, mostly up north - very yummy (it does have a specific period where you can't catch it).

200 bucks (a newer currency that started to be used 2 to 3 years ago) is the maned wolf. It isn't endengered yet but it's population is near endegerement and a lot of it is because both the destruction of it's habitat and the unrestricted hunt (poor baby was considered dangerous for people and farm animals for years even though he is only a danger to chicken and only if you don't lock them at night, not only that but it's mainly an herbivore and it helps the enviroment because it spreds seeds either with it's poop or by digging the fruit and forgeting to get it back. It's favorite fruit is even called "wolf fruit" for no reason besides the fact people noticed it loves it. I swear the maned wolf it's just the best boy and we should let it leave in piece goddamit.) Also they are truly a loner wolf species mostly hanging in familiar units when the babies are small and them going solo the rest of the time. They are shy and have dificulty to trust people and objects but are very curius. It's brazilian name "lobo-guará" comes from the tupi (one of the most prevalent native languages) for red because of it's mane (while it's mane is mostly orange or red it has dark legs and paws so they look like they have boots or socks). Okay I do have a favorite between all the animals. Sorry.

#animal curiosities #brazilian culture #curiosity

[garthofshayeris]

how would you fix current garth without making him a clone/imposter? Is he even fixable?

current Garth is unfixable imo, because DC has dug themselves into a hole where every previous version of Garth simply would not fit into the world of current canon. The canon cannot sustain him. Like a goldfish in the ocean.

Even introducing him as a clone wouldn’t work because the framework Garth existed in is no longer part of the Aquaman lore. He can’t exactly show up and be from a kingdom that doesn’t exist, trained by a wizard who doesn’t exist, the survivor of a prophecy invented by a people who don’t exist, with his life shaped by the love of women who do exist but in name only. And there’s nothing inherently wrong with changing lore, but in this specific case they removed all the parts that preboot Garth was associated with and, because Garth is not even a tertiary character, they did not replace that lore with anything. Because it didn’t matter to any of the main characters or plot. The Garth in the current comics only exists because we, the fans, recognize the name and some of us complained a lot when he wasn’t in the comics for a while. He’s not there because writers want to use him. A real monkey paw situation.

Garth is also no longer narratively important, his function within the story has been taken by other characters. The Aquaman stories are thematically different across volumes and current Garth doesn’t influence the themes at all. Even preboot Garth’s personal arc and character themes don’t really have anything to do with the recent plots.

The writers could just never put Garth in another comic this era and absolutely nothing would change. Which is an insane thing to say about a character who was pretty consistently a main or secondary character in Aquaman comics for like 50 years straight. But DC intentionally wrote him out (not like…SUPER intentionally, they don’t care enough about him as a specific character to do that. But they wrote out a huge number of Aquaman characters who used to exist) and….idk where I’m going with this tbh. I’ve been an Aquaman fan for decades and it really sucks to have my favorite character be reduced to something so insignificant.

I know I’ve posted about this before, but if DC actually wanted to use Garth in a meaningful way they missed like…3 separate chances back in N52 (and let’s be real, rebirth and N52 are functionally the same, they didn’t really change anything with the latest reboot). DC fucked up and now I just have to rotate preboot Garth in my head for the rest of my life while I re-read Tempest (1996)

#Greg of Atlantis #garth of shayeris

[druidx]

Find the Word Tag - Alexis Dalliance vs the Evil of Titan - Part 1

I have a lot of Find the Word tag games. So I decided to put them all together to make me edit the Alexis Dalliance vs the Evil of Titan, a NaNoWriMo novel from 2012 based on the first TTRPG campaign I participated in the Fighting Fantasy World of Titan setting.

There was a total of 145 words to find so I've split these into batches of ~50. I've not removed any duplicates, and where there's not an exact match I've used synonyms instead.

I've grouped the words by the original tagger - though some of these are old enough the tagger has changed URLs...

Fair warning before you click:

I have tried to keep the snips short, but at ~7000 words, this post is 'colour of the sky' long.

Well, if we're sitting comfortably, I'll begin.

➤ @aquadestinyswriting

Bother

The dragon tilted its head, red scales flashing like fire and blood as it looked at her from another angle. "Well, if that's all it was…" It said, in a descending tone. Alexis nodded fiercely. "Then I suppose I can let you off… But I want you to do something for me, first." "And what would that be?" Richard asked. "There is a Blackguard," the dragon said, "who has been making a nuisance of himself in my territory. I would like him killed.” The dragon sniffed the air, gaze landing back on Richard. “A job, I suspect, for you, holey one.” "Why should we fight your battles for you?" Richard asked. Alexis hissed at him, but the dragon just. chuckled. It crossed its paws, laying its chin down, considering. "Quite frankly," it said finally, "why should I? Why bother sullying my claws when you have appeared at the perfect opportunity to rid this pest for me?" Richard pursed his lips, then gave a sharp nod.

Kettle (Tea)

While Kassandra stoked up the fire and set water over to boil, David, Richard's brother-in-law, bustled around fetching plates and bread for the travellers crowded around his kitchen table. When all had a cup of nettle tea and a plate of bread and jam, David settled into his explanation. “They came a few weeks back,” he said. “They told the village elders they just wanted to practice their new religion in peace. The elders agreed and gave them land to build a chapel. After all, there’re so many gods already – what could one more hurt? “Of course folks are curious. They dropped in to see what this new god was about. And these new priests started converting them.” Bastet raised an eyebrow. “That’s the problem?” “Doesn’t sound like it does it?” David gave a bitter laugh. “But something happened to the folks they converted. Became mindless and mean about it. Our neighbour Sam – you remember, Rich? The fella with the lazy mouser? – he always let me borrow his post-holer, and I’d always let him use my ploughshare. But I went up to ask him for it and he threw me out on my rear, saying the new god didn’t approve of it.” He shook his head. “We never had much, but we had each other. We were a community, see? Now, we haven’t even that.”

Language (Accent)

CW Swearing

Alexis paused at an intersection with Bastet and Victor on her heels and looked around. She couldn’t make head or tail of the street signs, so she grabbed a passer-by. "Excuse me, I’m looking for the trade district," she said. The woman she had caught looked down her nose, brushing away a wave of well-coiffed hair, from where it had fallen at her sudden stop. "It would be over that way," she said, gesticulating to the east. "Thank you," Alexis said, but the woman was already walking away, brushing at her sleeve as though something nasty had landed on it. "Spoiled bitch," Alexis muttered, turning to stick out a tongue at the woman’s back. Bastet winked. As the snooty woman passed, she stuck her foot out, causing the woman to trip. "Oh, my. So sorry," Bastet said, in mimicry of the woman’s polished accent. "I didn’t see you there." The snooty woman spluttered from where she sat on the cobbled street, as Bastet and Victor walked on. Alexis let them catch up and smacked Bastet lightly on the arm, but she couldn’t help smirking at the woman’s comeuppance.

➤ @corkythewriteblr

Citizen

Loyal

"We need to leave," Bastet said. "We don’t know who’s loyal to Dire. These people have their hands full right now, but it won’t stay that way.” "She’s right," Richard said, unfolding from his crouch. "Come on." Mute, Alexis stood, trotting to keep up with the others as they made their way down the castle bailey and into the city, swerving through the chaos of screaming townsfolk to retrieve their mounts from the Inn.

Qualify

Sand (Blacksands)

"Sirs," Richard said with a sharp salute. "I can confirm that both Zharradan Marr and Balthus Dire are dead. We have liberated Troll Tooth Pass, and the city of Castle Dire." "Excellent," Hengar said, his tone relieved. "This is just what I needed, some good news to cheer me up." "Good news? You mean there’s been bad news?" Alexis asked. "Yes, sadly." Hengar sat back in his chair. "Master Yastromo, if you please?" Yastromo inclined his head, long white beard swaying with the motion. "Of course, Captain." The old wizard sighed. "I am sorry, my children, to send you straight out again. However whilst looking through Zagor’s effects, I discovered something disturbing." He held up an amulet depicting a stylized eye in a circle. "He’s still dead, right?" Alexis said with trepidation. Yastromo gave her a sad smile. "Yes. I’m afraid this could be much worse. It seems Zagor was part of a cult called the Eye of Myurr. I have also received word that this cult of Myurr is gaining traction in the town of Port Blacksands. We do not know their aims, but given they worship a demon prince from the Pit, it is surely not anything good." Yastromo glanced at Hengar and stepped back.

➤ @talesfromaurea

Cliff

Desert

CW: Blood, animal death

"Very well. Good luck," Nicodemus said, gesturing at Cee-Jay. "Apprentice?" The boy nodded. With a flash and a jolting motion, the group were surrounded by torch-lit sandstone walls and wailing lizardmen. Victor sent a ball of flame rolling through the crowd, Richard close behind, cleaving a path. Bastet and Jay ran, Victor and Alexis, covering their rush towards the portal. Richard had turned aside, making his way through the press of bodies flung against his sword, towards the lizardman elder whose blade was already slick with the blood of desert rodents, and a wavering chant could be heard through the scrum for fighting.

Ocean (waves)

"Bast!" Alexis shouted. "I need you. Richard’ll take care of Victor. I need help now!" Goregut lifted Bastet around, dropping her next to Alexis. The two of them hunkered down, Gorgut shifting splintered planks as Bastet and Alexis lashed them together as best they could with freezing fingers in the torrential rain. It was a small, pitiful thing, but better than not having anything at all. The three of them tied themselves on long halters to the raft, and then with a joint effort, launched themselves into the heaving waves.

Storm

As is often the case the morning after a storm, a blisteringly clear blue sky beat down upon the sandy shore, with only the merest breeze to ruffle the black braids of the shipwreck survivor. Alexis coughed out sand and rolled over, pawing at the salt crusting on her eyes. She dragged out her water skin and washed off her face of sand and salt before taking a long drink. When she felt slightly more alive – certain that the Great Ever After wouldn’t leave her with crusty eyes – she stood up and started to explore the island and see if she could find her friends.

➤ @whimsyqueen

Fascinate

Alexis clenched her free hand as he walked towards her and forced a smile across her lips. "Most feared Lord Dire," she said. "We have come from the Fort at Trolltooth Pass, sent by your brother in darkness, my Lord Marr, to bring you this gift." "Now, isn’t this a treat," Dire said, stepping around her and Three, his eyes feeling as though they lingered on her as much as the patchwork construct beside her. Dire stopped in front of them, taking a few steps backwards. "Please, show me what it can do," he asked, his silken voice and sickly sweet perfume writhing about her, like the snake of temptation in books of yore. Alexis stepped away and glanced at Richard. They hadn’t planned any of this out, and she wondered how long she could keep the charade up before Dire would know something was wrong. Richard dipped his head, his eyes skittering to where Bastet was signing at her in thieves' hand signals. It was a pattern, followed by the sign for someone getting flattened. Alexis cleared her throat, brushing her nose, signalling she understood. “Three,” Alexis said, addressing the construct. “We’re going to play a little game.” "Goody! I like games," he said. “Please take two steps backwards, and then four forwards for me.” “Okay,” he said, and, squinting at his feet, walked back then forwards, quietly counting his steps. Delighted, he looked back at Alexis. “Done it,” he said happily. “What’s next, ‘Lexis?” “One step right, one back, two forward.” “Okay!” Again, Three’s face scrunched in concentration as he counted his steps, stopping right in front of Dire. “Fascinating,” Dire said, staring up at Three. “You can control it even without it’s crystal.” Alexis glanced back at the others. Victor shrugged. Richard loosened his sword from its scabbard. “Yes,” he said, “it’s a new system my Lord Marr is trialling. Woodling, show him the final command.” Alexis murmured her assent. “Three? Smush!” she yelled.

Gentle

Breakfast finished, Alexis slipped outside with a plate of raw steaks and headed towards the stables. “Good morning, Three,” she called. “Hullo, ‘Lexis,” he said, giving her a wave. She knelt beside her riding dog, placing the plate of steak in front of him. Neisk’s tail beat back and forth as she peeled one steak off and passed it to Three. “Eat,” she commanded, ostensibly to the dog, but Three also devoured the steak as Neisk gave a chuff and settled down to eat. “How are you this morning, Three?” she asked as the construct licked his fingers. “I’m fine,” he said, giving her a big goofy smile. “Your doggy is cute.” “Yes. My to'mae is a very good boy.” Three gave Neisk a gentle pat as the dog was licking the plate. “Listen, Three,” Alexis said. “Me and the others have to go into the city, but we can’t take you. You, um, stand out, a bit. Are you okay staying here with Neisk?” “Oh,” Three’s face fell. “Okay ‘Lexis.” Guilt gripped Alexis’ heart, so she reached over and hugged his arm. “I’m sorry, honey. We’ve got some very important work to do in the city and it’s… difficult when you’re with us.” She looked up into his big, trusting, mismatched eyes. “It’s okay, ‘Lex. I understand.”

Holy

CW swearing

"Yeah… It's some kind of powerful magical item, for sure," he said. "It’s glowing bright blue, but I can’t work out what it’s been enchanted with. Give me a sec, I’ll cast Detect Alignment to find out if it’s evil." Once again the rest of them exchanged looks but kept silent as Victor wiggled his fingers in a slightly different pattern. "Revelux in denomination!" he commanded. The wind sighed. Sand scuttled. Victor screamed. He dropped the dagger, falling heavily into the sand, and covering his eyes. "Holy mother of fucksticks!" Bastet rushed over to him and Alexis swiped the dagger. "What happened?" Alexis said. "Are you okay?" Bastet said, cupping the wizard’s shoulders. "Vic, talk to me?"

Ritual (Rite)

Nicodemus raised an eyebrow. "Indeed." He gestured to the viewing mirror again. "As you can see these cultists are devoted and stubborn fellowes. They have almost finished clearing the temple and preparing for their heinous rite which will allow them to open a portal to the demon dimension, or as you might call it ‘the Pit’, bringing their foul lord Myurr through to wreak whatever havoc he wishes on our world. We can not let this happen. As such I am sending you back with this." He handed Richard a cylindrical device, then waved a hand to bring forth a man in pale robes. "This acolyte will transport you back to the temple, and assist you in sealing this portal forever."

➤ @eli-writes-sometimes

Heir (Prince)

"Are you okay?" Bastet said, cupping the wizard’s shoulders. "Vic, talk to me?" "I… I’m all right. I think," he said, his voice shaking. "So. Um. Yeah. That thing is pure evil. As evil as a prince of evil in the dimension specially reserved for really evil things." "What did you see?" Richard asked. "Red," Victor said. "Only red. That thing is giving off an aurora of evil so strong that I see nothing but the waves of light from it. Give me a moment – I must wait for the spell to wear off."

Humanity (Human)

"Richard!" came the delighted cry of a woman. The door flew open and out sailed a middle-aged woman, long braids of ashy-yellow hair streaming out behind her. "Kassy!" Richard cried as the woman threw herself into his arms. "Kassy, what’s wrong?" Her fingers dug into his shirt, her face pressed against his chest for a long moment, before she looked up with reddened, haunted eyes. "Oh Richard, it’s terrible," she said, tears in her voice. “What is? Kassy? What’s happened?” "Richard?” Sticking out from around the door was the head of a human male. His eyes were heavy and his thatch of dark hair was in disarray. With one flickering glance, he took stock of the mismatched adventurers on his doorstep. “Richard, are these people your friends?” “Yes. David, what-” The man pushed the door wider. “You need to get inside now. Hurry!”

Take

"Ho! Whoa. You hold up a moment there, lassy," the captain called. Alexis stopped and turned back, arms folded and head tilted with a glare. The captain grabbed a line, swinging from the ship to the dockside, and landed, silken waist sash fluttering in the breeze. He struck a pose, one hand on the hilt of his sword. "Are y'trying to suggest that I, Captain Dragan Bloodbeard, of the beautiful Oaken Rose, is not fit to take a couple of poncy humans over the seas to Khul?" The captain took a few, stalking, steps forward, glaring down. "Well, are ye?"

Tough

(Word edited out for better prose) CW: Slavery

Once all the women had eaten, the guards unlocked their cell. The slaves filed out and, one by one, were locked to a long chain. The chain was dragged by a guard down to dim pits where veins of opalescent stone ran through the rock. The chain was locked to a staple on the wall, and pickaxes handed out. The other slaves began to attack the rock face. With a glance at Bastet, Alexis followed suit, struggling to even lift the pickaxe.

➤ @thewriteflame

Erase (Remove)

Alexis must have slept at some point, as she woke in a dog pile of small children and blankets. The sun was burning its way through the hall’s high windows, promising a fine day; what little the weather cared for mortal tragedy… She lay back, staring at the wide-beamed ceiling, exhausted down to her bones. At least it would make assessing the damage easier than if they had to manage it in the rain. Her thoughts turned to Richard and Ithanor, passing buckets in the rain, and to Bastet who’d vanished into the dark, and to Victor, throwing magic and water around with only one care. She should, probably, go check on them. Alexis slithered out of the warm pile, pulling the blankets over those who were left shivering with her departure, watching the children with a fond smile as they snuggled together, filling the hole she’d left. She adjusted her armour – apparently never having managed to remove it the night before – and found her travel pack and weapons close by. On soft feet, she padded out of the Town Hall and into the courtyard.

Flight

"Thank you, so very much," said the dragon. "I’m afraid I was in over my head there. If you kind folks hadn’t come along when you did, I would have been dragon kebab for sure. Thank you again, for saving me, Kypris of the Copper Dragon Flight. Is there anything I can offer you for your excellent service? Alexis instinctively held out her hand. "It’s very nice to meet you, Kypris," she said. The dragon extended a talon and they shook "Why didn’t you use your acid breath attack?" Bastet asked. "My my, you’re very knowledgeable, aren’t you little drow. Well…” Kypris scuffed a foot into the sand. “I was taken by surprise and they tangled my mouth shut before I could use it. I sadly haven’t yet learnt the full way of magic. So I couldn’t do much against those wretched little creatures. Now, please! What can I do to repay your kindness?"

Sleep

CW smoking/ drug use

Slowly they all woke, grateful to find both their necks and belongings intact. “Usually I do not let people sleep here,” the barman said, taking a suck from a long pipe, huffing out a cloud of scented smoke. “But I see you are new here, with no place yet to rest your heads. For the service of keeping the braziers lit and protecting you through the long night.. Eh, I will give you a discount for your newness. Two silver bits each.” He waggled his eyebrows and held out a hand. “Thank you, good sir,” Richard said, passing over his money. “Your kindness in protecting us while we slept is greatly appreciated. You are a godly man.” Silently, Alexis passed over her money. As the coins slipped from her grip, she signed in Thieves Cant, ripoff. The barman grinned widely. With a little prodding, Victor and Bastet also parted, grumbling, with their coins. "Now we’re all friends," Alexis said, "perhaps you can help us further. We’re looking for a ruined temple, somewhere deep in the desert. It’s rumoured to contain a portal to other worlds. Have you heard of such a place?” The barman shook his head. “I have not. But there is a man who sells maps from the marketplace. His name is Hassan. Perhaps he can point you the right way.” “Thank-” Alexis began, but stopped when the barman held out a hand, rubbing his thumb against his forefingers. “The desert is cruel,” he said. “A silver bit.” Alexis scowled. “Two copper is all that direction is worth, and we both know it.” The barman grinned as the copper coins landed in his hand. “Assamarra go with you, tree-child.”

Sound (Hearing)

Before she could get her answer, Richard came pounding over the hilltop. "She shall give it up over my dead body!" he roared, launching into the midst of the cultists, blade flashing in the sun. Fire roared from overhead, arrows zipped through the azure sky. Alexis felt like she’d blinked, and all the cultists lay dead, bleeding into the sand. “Greg damnit!” Alexis snapped, rushing over. “Why in the Pit did you kill them all? We could have gotten information from them. Like why they only wanted the dagger!” Muttering she began to riffle through the bodies for clues. “They… They were cultists,” Richard said, shrinking down. He toyed with the hilt of his sword. “Evil-doers. They were trying to kill you. You’re so small, and you hurt easily. I was just trying to keep you safe.” Alexis looked up, hearing the upset in his voice, and gave a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Thank you, for saving me. I just don’t understand why they wanted the dagger. It’s a piece of junk. I only wanted it because…” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I just wanted it.”

Space

"Arts, I want you to show these lubbers to their quarters, then report back to deck. We’ll be setting the sails in half a turn of the clock." "Aye, Cap’n. Passengers, if ye’d follow me?" the First Mate said, leading the way below decks to show them to two cabins. "Ladies, ye’ll be in here," Arts said, pointing to one. "Gents, this'll be your cabin." He pointed to another. "I'll leave ye get settled. It’d be appreciated if ye could stay in your quarters till the Oaken Rose is underway. Dinner will be shortly after then." With a nod, he left them to their quarters.

"Well this is cosy," said Bastet, as she and Alexis arranged themselves in the cabin. It was indeed a tiny space, with narrow bunks on one side and a small tin sink, recessed into a dresser, on the other. Opposite the door was a porthole, letting in the smallest amount of light, over which hung a hurricane lamp. "Mm," Alexis agreed.

➤ @the-writing-rat

Boiling

"Yes!" she said. "We have been sent to rid your menace from the face of Titan." To her surprise, Zagor laughed. "Oh my," he said, wiping away mock tears of mirth. "What an adorable notion. Whilst you all look the part, I doubt you have the skill. So you are welcome to try, but do not think you will succeed." "We have might and right on our side!" proclaimed Richard, raising his sword. "We cannot fail!" At that signal, he and Ithanor made their charge The villain’s smirk dropped and his black eyes became those of death. He flicked out a hand and the last thing Alexis felt was the hissing and boiling of an orange inferno headed straight for her.

Charity (Offering)

"Excuse me, good sir," Victor called up to the pirate. "We are looking to secure the services of a boat and a captain to take us to the continent of Khul, the new land of adventure. Might your good self be available for this service?" "’Sir’?" the pirate looked around as if confused, and his crew laughed. "Ain’t no ‘sir’s here. Ain’t none but us brigands and rouges." Alexis ground her teeth. The seaweed under the hot sun was pungent, the lack of beer from the ridiculous rules of this cesspit pounded at her head. “Your h'excellency might be in the wrong place, eh lads?” “Enough!” Alexis snapped. “Brigands and rouges it is, if you can’t even see your way clear to not making fun of someone offering you good manners. C’mon Vic, these fools aren’t fit to take us up the street, let alone to Khul in this rickety old tub.” She turned on her heel, marching away when the laughter ceased.

Puzzled

She sat down next to the former barbarian, his hair and attire neater than she had ever seen it. "So what of you, old friend?" she asked. "Business booming for you too?" "Oh aye," Ithanor said. "As if I wasn't busy enough with the repairs and upgrades on the town, they've got me drafted in building a host of new homes. All these new bodies want places to live." "That's excellent news." "Oh and," Ithanor said with a shy smile. "Roderick’s not the only one with a new addition to his life." "Oh?" Alexis gave a puzzled smile. "Yeah. I, ah, managed to find myself a wife as well. Very soon after you left actually. Her name is Maeve, and we’re expecting a child, late spring of next year." Ithanor fiddled with his tankard. "I’ve got us a cottage close to the northeast wall, if you ever want to pop on over."

Succinct (Terse)

It wasn’t until evening chow when the winds picked up, large globs of rain hammering into the deck and soaking through anyone foolish enough to not have an oilcloth. When Richard stood to offer a hand, Bloodbeard held out a hand, saying, "I do thank ye for yer help, these past weeks, and by the end of the voyage we'll have made crewmen of you, I’m sure. But for now, let my boys work. Go down to yer cabins, and kindly stay until the all clear’s been given." With a terse nod, Richard led the way below, the First Mate's orders receding as they did.

Weather

Eventually, Bloodbeard came below, his hat drooping with the weight of water and his beard hanging in a sodden mess as he put his head around the door of the larger cabin which they’d stuffed themselves into. "Ah, you’re all here. Good, good. We seem to be having a wee bit of a storm, lads and lassies. But ‘tis nought to worry about – this ol’ girl’s weathered her share of rough seas.” He patted the bulkhead. “It’ll just get a bit bumpy at times. If you could remain here for the time being, that’d be grand. Can’t be having you lubbers out on deck, under me crew’s feet while they try to save her…” Bloodbeard’s eyes darted, and he forced out a chuckle. “Or risk ye being swept off to the briny deep, eh?”

➤ @sleepyowlwrites

Settle

The dragon clapped its paws again. "One moment then, please." It stood on its hind legs, squeezing its eyes tightly shut. The sand around it kicked up in a sudden twisting wind, knocking Alexis over as the others coughed and struggled to shield their faces. The wind died as suddenly as it came, dust settling around a handsome man with golden-tanned skin in the clothes of a travelling merchant. Alexis blinked and Kypris winked at her, his eyes – slitted like a cat – flashed with copper flecks. "Neat trick," said Victor appraisingly.

Sideways (Open-sided)

"Thank you," she said. "We should find someplace to sit and study this thing… Wait a sec." Alexis stopped, looking around with a frown. "Where the hell did Bastet and Victor go?" Richard glanced around, a hand shading his eyes. "There." He pointed to where a group of people congregated around a low table. On dusty cushions sat Victor on one side, his competitor – a dark-skinned elf – on the other. On the table were a set of bone tiles and a large stack of cash. Victor, in his bright robes, was frowning down at his hand, while Bastet stood behind him, hands on his shoulders, cheering him on. "They appear to be playing a game.” Alexis squinted up at Richard. “For money." "Yes, thank you. I know what gambling is. They can use their money however they wish." "They’re probably cheating." Richard pursed his lips and huffed. “Be that as it may, the fate of the world takes precedence over the immoral actions of our friends.” He gestured to an open-sided tent. “Let’s get something to eat while we look at the map.” They took a seat under the awning within sight of the gambling table, and a waitress brought them a tray of hard cheeses, nuts and cured meats. ”I assume you know how to use the map to find the temple?” Richard asked. “If the map is good, then yes, easily," Alexis said.

Sound

Outside, the day was warming up quickly. The four of them wandered through the tented village in search of a marketplace. It wasn’t hard, following the sounds of hawkers and hagglers, to reach the center of the oasis and the packed market. Narrow lanes bordered with awnings and tents, were filled with people and livestock, braying and hollering. Trestles covered in a dazzling array of food and goods, bright fabrics – soft, diaphanous, silky – dangling from racks, piles of skin and fleeces. The smell was incredible: sizzling meats, perfumed flowers, woody spices, offal and dung. Bright fruits alongside mounds of powders in umber and terracotta. Weapons and clothes and scents Alexis could never have dreamed of in a million years, sold by people of all creeds, their dialects and languages swarming into one joyous conglomeration. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before. Alexis trailed along behind the others, dipping fingers into pots of spice to smell the strange new smells, running her eyes over glittering treasures, laughing and playfully batting away the small children who thrust trinkets and flowers at her.

A lull in the tumult of sounds made her pause. Something like a whisper, a gut-feel, a tickle on the back of her neck made her look back at the stall she’d just passed. Under a lean-to awning of red and yellow were stacks of chests, some open with the papers inside spilling out. "Guys?" Up ahead Richard looked back to see Alexis wandering back to a stall of some wordsmith. “Victor, Bastet! Alexis has found something,” Richard called out, with a huff adding, “I suppose her ‘treasure sense’ is tingling.” Richard returned to her side, as Alexis was scanning the stall. Crackling stacks of papyrus, held down by painted stones, and rolls of parchment lay across the stall’s table. Idly, she picked up one of the rolls, peeking at its contents – a map, of some kind.

Spacious (Space)

Alexis reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, but Bastet shrugged her off. "It’s okay," Alexis said. “You tried, at least.” "When we get out of here," Bastet hissed at her. "That one is mine." Alexis backed away to give her some space and went to find the elven woman. "Nassurae," Alexis said “Yes, sá itil?” "I don’t know night from day down here, but I’m told you do. If my friends and I are to free everyone, I need to be awake three hours before the guards come to take us back down the mines. Do you think, if I sleep now, you’ll be able to wake me on time?" Nassurae looked thoughtfully at the other elven women in the cell. Each nodded, gripping hands, their eyes alight with hope. “Yes,” Nassurae said. "We can accomplish this. We will take shifts and wake you when it is time." “Thank you. I’ll rest now.” Alexis glanced at Bastet. “I would recommend leaving my companion for now. She’ll sleep when she’s able, and I’ll rouse her when it’s time.” "Quiet dreams, eshen," Nassurae said, as Alexis lay down and closed her eyes.

Supposedly

CW Racial slur - black american

A rustle came from behind them, causing the group to turn. Richard and Ithanor drew their blades as a human and a black-skinned elf emerged from the scrub. "Who are you?" Ithanor demanded, levelling his blade at the newcomers. "Umm, hi?" said the drow. "Well?" Nathardrin said. The human stepped forward, brushing down his shabby robes. "My name is Victor, with a monocle. It seems we both have had the same idea: to sneak into Firetop Mountain and destroy the evil Zagor who lurks within." "And what are you supposed to be?" asked Richard pointing at the drow. "Some kind of pointy-ear coon?" The drow straightened, shoulders pulling back as she looked down her nose at Richard. "My name is Bastet," she said coldly. "Despite your manners, I, and my comrade here, wish to assist you with your venture into the fortress to defeat Zagor." "Oh really?" Alexis said. "Yazty-" She turned back to where the wizard had been standing, only to find the patch of rocky grass empty. "Oh. Well, I hope one of you’s a spell-slinger." "Indeed, little one. I am the mighty Victor with a Monocle!" said Victor, swaying a little. "I will astound you with great acts of wizardry and maybe even set alight to some things." "And I am a fighter of great renown," said the drow. Those from the militia shared dubious looks. "Well, there’s not much point us standing around debating it," said Nathardrin. "We may as well get on with this."

Sweep

(edited the word out for better prose)

As the stablehand led their mounts out, Victor slipped him a silver. "We were never here, okay?" he said. Wide-eyed, the boy nodded, grasping his broom and vanishing into the stalls to send out little puffs of straw dust.

➤ @drabbleitout

Accept

Soon enough their packs were ready and armour had been donned, and now they stood in the blustery morning, the dirt of the courtyard underfoot. To one side their mounts stood patiently, as Hengar ran through the lists of evils they may face: Goblins, orcs. A bugbear, if they were unlucky. While Alexis listened with half an ear, she studied the mounts with concern, and when the captain was finished, raised her hand. "Yes?" asked Hengar. "Sorry, Captain. None of those mounts are short enough for me to ride." "Do not worry, little one," Yaztromo said, coming from the door of the Town Hall, tugging on riding gloves. "We shan’t make you walk. You’re to ride with me, if that’s acceptable?" "Oh." Alexis flushed and dipped her head. "I’d be honoured." Hengar tilted his head at Yaztromo, his eyebrows raised. Yaztromo replied with an allowing flourish of his hand.

Bark (growl)

"What did you find?" Ithanor asked. Quickly, Alexis outlined the layout of the fort, the two sets of stairs, and the pattern of the patrolling goblins. "We should take them out," Richard said. "Are you stupid?" Alexis growled. "What part of 'stealth reconnaissance' did you not understand?" Richard blinked. "Uhhh…" Alexis could see on his face that he didn’t understand, but before she could snap the answer, Ithanor beat her to it. "It means we go sneaky-sneaky-sneaky," he said, pantomiming a person stepping carefully. "We can’t take them out because it’ll make too much noise, and risk them raising the alarm. We just have to be like little mice, trying to steal grain." "Oooh," Richard said, in a rising tone of understanding.

Borrow (scrounge)

Alexis rose closer to noon than she would have liked, rolling out of bed with a series of groans. Her head felt ten times heavier than usual, and her mouth was as dry as pound cake. Aside from the snoring of the night watch, the barracks were empty. Victor, she supposed, was still in the pub, but where Bastet and Richard were she had no idea. By the neat folds, Richard would have risen early. Bastet, on the other hand, might have woken just before Alexis by the state of her bed, or been just as hungover. After dunking her head into the water ewer, Alexis wandered down to the mess hall to see if she could scrounge up something to eat.

Dry

CW Blood

Zagor was sitting in a chair by his desk on the far side of the room. He smirked at them as they entered and fanned out. "So. You’ve come back for more?" he asked, his voice the rasp of two dry sticks being rubbed together. Slowly the lich unfolded himself from his chair, as Victor darted around to fire off a Magic Missile. Zagor’s robe singed, but the creature inside remained unharmed. While Richard and Ithanor charged in, Alexis and Bastet took up flanking manoeuvres. The battle was arduous, but between the five of them, they whittled the lich down until finally, the pale creature lay deformed in a pool of its own black blood.

Fine

Slowly the group made their way down to the ground floor, exiting through the now open front gate and into the fort’s courtyard. "Yaszty!" Alexis cried, spotting the wizard perched on the back of a wagon. She hurried over to him, the others trailing behind. "I am fine, little one," he said, raising a tired hand. "I assume you were successful?" Alexis nodded. "Yep, we got that bastard and his phylactery. Is Lieutenant Nazaretian around? We should report our success to him." Yaztromo hung his head, letting his shoulders slump. "Sadly, the Lieutenant perished in the battle, taken out by an uncannily well-aimed goblin arrow. The men here have nearly finished their clean-up efforts, so I shall be returning with them to Toreguard soon. I shall convey our success to Captain Hengar on my return.” He cast an eye over the group, taking in their dented armour and bloody scars. “You should take some time to rest before returning. Now the Firetop is free, there is no rush.”

Large

"It doesn’t look like they managed to crack the combination," Marag said, running her hands over the outside of the vault. "Good ol’dwarven engineering, that. Everything inside should still be there, then." With that, she began to finagle the door mechanism, until, with a soft noise like a sigh, it opened. Marag pulled open the door, and Alexis’ jaw dropped. The walls of the vault were lined with gold and platinum ingots. The floor was filled with chests, weapons racks and armour stands, upon which hung the most beautiful items – plates of pale, glistening, silvery metal; bladed hilts crafted with tiny jewels; crossbows engraved with strange runes. Magar stepped into the room, gesturing for the group to follow her. With no regard for the horde of treasures, she went to a chest pressed against the left wall and threw open the lid. Inside, nestled in neat rows on trays, were hundreds of gemstones. Maga scooped up a handful, and moving through the group, doled out a large ruby to each. "I hope this will be compensation enough f’helping us. And as advanced payment for taking out that velskkus, feel free to choose an item that’ll help you in your coming fight."

Mercy

"And how much will this map and information cost us?" she said, squinting. "Ah ha! I see the little miss is shrewd, as well as beautiful," Hassan said with a wink, and without breaking stride, added, "Three hundred gold pieces." Alexis gave him a flat look. "Fifty" "Fifty! No no, I can not go lower than two hundred, seventy-five." "One hundred, and you throw in a compass." She cast her eyes over the pile of treasures. A beautiful curved dagger with a jewelled hilt caught her eye. "And this." "All for one hundred golden bits? No no! Lady, you are crazy. That dagger is five hundred gold alone. Two hundred and twenty-five, and that is like cutting my own throat." "Please," Alexis scoffed. "That dagger is thirty at most. You think I can’t spot coloured glass just because the sun’s brighter here? Two hundred and twenty-five for the map, information, the compass and dagger, and one misdirect should anyone ask about us or our destination. Agreed?" Hassan threw up his hands. "Gods have mercy on me! Beautiful, shrewd and cruel, tsh." He shook her hand. "It is agreed."

New

Twilight was falling, the sky banded with pastel rainbow shades, as Alexis returned from the market with her haul of fresh supplies. As she walked along the dirt track towards the pub chomping on a newly harvested apple, she passed a pair of elders gossiping over a fence about some scandal from a few villages over. She slowed down to listen in as one of them complained about the reign of terror from a monstrous elf who claimed to be a paladin. Back at the inn, Alexis knocked on the gent’s door. “Heads up,” Alexis said, tossing him an apple. Richard glanced up from where he was trying to buff out the dents in his armour and caught it with one hand. “Ah, we haven’t had apples in ages.” He sniffed the skin. “Makes me feel a little homesick. How was the market?” he asked, placing the apple aside and returning to his armour. “About that,” Alexis began. Richard’s head shot up. “No, not the market. The market was fine. I got everything we needed. I meant, um. The village you’re from. What was it called again?” “High Creek. Why?” Alexis bit her lip. “Um.” Richard’s brown eyes creased in concern and he set aside his work. “Alexis?”

Peel (skins)

"Hey," Bastet said, calling her back to reality. "I think there's someone in here." Alexis looked over to see Bastet peering through the bars of the cell door. "Hello?" Bastet called through them. From the other side of the door came a blistering string of curses in a harsh language. "Whaddaya dirty green-skins want with me now?" the voice said in common. "I think it is a dwarf," Bastet said, glancing at Alexis. "Whaddaya mean, ye think it be a dwarf?" asked the voice mockingly. "I most definitely am a dwarf, ye lousy stinkers." Alexis shrugged at Bastet. "Sounds like a dwarf, yeah." "You can pick locks, right?" Bastet asked. "Yes. You go get the others, and I will let the very angry dwarf out of his nasty cell." "'His'! I'm very much a ‘her’, ye cretin." Bastet tilted her head. Alexis nodded, making shooing motions. Baset shrugged. "That’s right," the angry female dwarf called, as Bastet hurried off to find their comrades. "You’d better run, ya mangey beskur!" "Hey, enough with the name-calling," Alexis said, looking up from her investigation of the lock. "You keep that up, and you can stay in there." "Och! Now I’ve heard everything. Yon gobbo thinks keeping me in here’s a threat!" "I’m not a gobbo. I’m eshen." "What’s that?" Alexis sighed, spitting the word. "A woodling." "A woodling? Tch! Can’t be. Woodlings never come out the Darkwood." "Well, this one did. Now will you please be quiet so I can concentrate."

Work

Tentatively, Ithanor moved forward, placing a hand on a tall warhammer. As if that was their signal, the others moved forward, selecting what they wanted. Richard selected a suit of plate mail, Nathardin a recurve bow, and new swords each for Bastet and Victor. "Excuse me," Alexis said as Marag was finishing up with Victor. "I don’t see anything smaller than dwarf-size…" "Ah, now, let’s see. What’re you after, hen? A weapon or armour?" "Armour, if possible?" Maga squinted thoughtfully. "Aye, aye. I’ve got just the thing for a quarter-pint. A masterwork project it is, and a bit of an experimentation for the crafter. I doubt he ever thought it’d be worn." Marag chuckled, pulling from a chest a beautiful set of supple black leather armour, studded with that pale, glimmering metal. "Aye, this should see you right well, hen." Quickly Alexis changed. The armour fit like it was made for her. She grinned at Marag. "Thank you."

#writing #fighting fantasy #titan fighting fantasy #oc alexis dalliance #wip excerpt #tag games #find the word tag #wandering words #original character #Richard Tetherson #Bastet #Victor with a Monocle #Yaztromo #Artemon Hengar #For context: Richard Bast and Victor are all Player Characters #well there's a few other PCs but they're the main ones #everyone else is an NPC #this has been in my drafts so long #series ADvEoT #wip 'Young Dagger False Dream'

[cynicallyscorned]

LITTLE MUSE FACTS.

Instructions: fill out the questions about your muse, repost, and tag as many people as you want!

1) What does your muse smell like?:

HOOhgj well, this might actually come as a shock to some, but 50% of the time his scent is indicative of where he's been (forests and beaches, petrichor, city streets, a splash of blood and liquor here and there) and the other 50% of the time, he smells like random soaps and shampoos, sometimes ones that are pretty fragrant. and this is the perfect time to segway into the next headcanon i actually very recently decided on,

2) How often does your muse bathe/shower?:

often enough! but uh, the thing is, cynic is kind of homeless (save for the occasional apartment complexes he manages to rent out, but it's kind of hard to keep a roof over your head when you're a wanted criminal. (and its not like he has friends that'll let him couch surf) still! that doesn't stop him from caring about hygiene. his solution? breaking into random people's houses when he thinks nobody's home and using their showers whenever he feels like he needs one. LMAO. he's a menace to society. 😂 and i mean c'mon, what are the feds gonna do? arrest him for it? good luck catching him.

3) Does your muse have any tattoos or piercings?:

he doesn't, no. i feel like he's definitely thought a couple times about getting some piercings - but his ears are a little bit too scuffed up at this point to even have some there... maybe a tongue or eyebrow piercing would be cool. he likes the idea of tattoos in theory but it seems kinda pointless considering he's covered in fur.

4) Any body movement quirks? (EX: tapping heel, shaking knee)”

he's still very much sonic, so all of the little quirks you see the blue blur demonstrate in canon - cynic does too. he's very can't focus on a thing, gotta bounce the leg. BUT there are some quirks unique to cynic, too. he has the tendency to keep his hands tucked into his jacket pockets - seeing as he's always wearing the dang thing. he tends to keep his head low, tuck his nose into the cuff of his jacket, run his fingers along the hem of his sleeves. that sort of thing. i also don't know if this counts (its a more subtle one), but he has the tendency to tap his fingers against his shadow, if he's leaning/sitting against some kind of surface. this usually occurs during moments where he's very stressed / emotionally strained.

5) What do they sleep in?:

same thing he's usually seen wearing. (socks, gloves, sneakers, jacket) he doesn't have pajamas or anything. he has a few old shirts he sometimes wears, but not a lot of time to change for the occasion of sleeping.

6) What’s their favorite piece of clothing?:

the jacket! i wrote a hc post on it not too long ago. it's very important to him.

7) What do they do when they wake up?:

depends what time of day... he doesn't have the most consistent sleep schedule, and he's more of a night owl, less people to bother him that way. BUT it also kind of depends on the mood he's in. he's chronically Depressed tm so sometimes he'll just go right back to sleep KFDJGK. usually he'll just go find something to do, something or someone to entertain himself with because otherwise the boredom will be what kills him.

8) How do they sleep? Position?:  

as far as cat naps go? arms crossed behind his head, a leg thrown over the other - usually somewhere up high. if he's settling down for an actual rest though, he's more of a stomach sleeper / side sleeper -- usually curling up a little when he does. whenever he's dreaming, he'll do that thing dogs do where they kick their legs in a running motion when they're dreaming. nose, ears, fingers will twitch a little. he's also a pretty light sleeper, despite spending half the time napping.

9) What do their hands feel like?:

soft, theyre covered in the same thin, downy fur as his arms and tummy. he shares the same physical traits as my other sonic, WHICH includes pale pink paw pads on his fingers and a larger, heart shaped one on his palm. these pads are a bit calloused up though -- and so are his knuckles. he unfortunately suffers from hands are always cold syndrome too.

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tagging: @galaxofmuses @no1canbreakyou @cutpursecavalier @tactccladv @omniversentertwined @somewhereinchaos @tviirus & @gviirus ! (multis can just pick whatever muse they feel like talkin about!)

#🚫 — take a hint from me. this is not what you came to see. ❪ headcanons. ❫ #i panicked because i control z'd to delete a sentence and it deleted the entire post THANK GOD FOR AUTOMATIC DRAFT SAVES HDJFK

[irrfahrer]

assumption: you shed a lot

Make a assumption about my muse and see how they react! Anything goes!

"And a humanoid loses one-kriffing-hundred hairs a day, so whats the deal with it when I am loosing proportional to my number of hairs to that daily? My hairs are at least soft, waterproof and the perfect adornment in someones bunk after hours of rolling around in that, unlike that wirey stuff humanoids have on their body. You should be kriffing thankful for that smooth as Kriff hairs on your bedsheets! " Much too dramatically to be serious the young woman threw her arms in the air to stress her point. She lasted exactly fourthy seconds before Ziv started to chuckle over her own joke and automatically the Tynnan ran a webbed paw through the soft fur on her cheek, floofing it up as if it was an expensive piece of cloth: "Okay yeh, bad joke, I know, okay listen--it actually depends how much I am shedding on the enviorment. Cold enviorments? Nah, barely happening. Just the daily loss of a hundred hairs, nothing special. The only reason you notice I am loosing hair is because they are white instead of krififng brown. Hot summers? I am a kriffing cloud, poofing up like crazy and you will choke on fistfull of poofy pelt covering your floor, furnitor, clothes and yourself. Go off and die in that bliss. My pelt is made to keep me isolated from temperatures down to -50°celsius in icy water, so if I would loose too much hairs of my pelt I would very fast get into problems. However, as said, my pelt is made for Temperatures down to -50°celcius in cold water and you can imagine the kriffing utter panic my body goes through when I go into enviorments that are hotter than 'mild sunlight on a cool autumnmorning' because I can not change my adjusted-to-millions-of-years-of-evolution kriffing metabolism firing like the system of a lothcat on kriffing spice, so my biology reacts by shedding harder and cool me down properly without having to re-adjust my metabolism or the fact that I am kind of unable to sweat to cool down. Does not work much since my summerpelt is just a kriffing tad less isolating than my winterpelt and I also leave kriffing hairs on furniture and have to brush myself like crazy during the few days I am frantically shedding to not die of a kriffing heatstroke on a mildly sunny, fresh autumnday, you know."

#thanks for the ask nonnie xD #irrfahrer #Ziv Odiz' zEE #If you are close with ziv you ight find moe hairs of her stuck to your cloths #its like having a longhaircat #Unless you change clothes after making out with her everyone will know what happned due to the hairs #sticking to your clothes #hug her and you are marked for the restof the day

[ingolds]

GENERAL FEATURES

     patterning. as stated in theo's stats, their fur has the distinct pattern of a bernese mountain dog. this means white paws / hands, brown up to about their elbows and hips, and a white face. they have a white chest and belly, a black nose, and brown eyebrows. their tail is standard black with brown fur towards the bottom, and he has that same shade from his cheekbones down to the sides of his throat. it makes him more recognizable, as most werewolf patterning resembles standard wolf coat markings. or, in some cases, other lycanthropes will present with traditional domesticated dog coat patterns, but nothing quite as complicated as theo's. reference below.

     coat. in terms of texture, theo's fur is fairly thick. i wouldn't consider it untidy or matted, but he can be quite shaggy as the seasons change and the weather dips closer to freezing. as long as they're well-groomed as a person, they'll be neat enough as a wolf. the only exception to this was when he hid for 200 some odd years, causing him to look a lot like the picture above: thick, shaggy coat for trapping heat against his skin, almost long-haired in appearance. his body temperature runs naturally high and he has extra fur for both warmth and territorial / aggressive displays about the shoulders. this mane continues down his chest, tapering off at about where his sternum ends. his fur is also a touch longer on the undersides of his forearms and at the backs of his legs, like traditional wolves.

     structure. theo stands fully upright as a wolf. his skeletal structure very closely resembles that of a human, just far larger - and with the addition of a tail. i used van hellsing ( 2004 ) as a reference point, and it's as good as any. you could also use the wolf of snow hollow ( 2020 ). almost 50% taller than the size of a human. for theo, that means around 9 feet tall. wolflike head, paws, but humanoid hands, minus the claws. ears, tail, muzzle, etc. they stand and walk upright, but run on all fours for additional speed and because their legs are traditionally canid-shaped, or rear-facing. their muscle tone and height transfer to the wolf, as do any and all scars. reference below.

     berserk. not much more information to be shared here, but the differences between regular and berserk are stark. berserk loses the traditional white coloring, leaving black and brown to mesh messier and raggedly. he is also taller, broader, with bigger teeth - nearly 13 feet of fangs, claws, and the predatory drive of an apex hunter. has the black, dilated eyes of a shark, with not much gold left around the pupils. theo has no sway here; berserk is all animal, all wolf, a choice the beast makes for survival only.

     harmony. theo is the wolf, and the wolf is him. they are technically separate entities, but they live in absolute harmony besides the situation outlined above. i may refer to theo as the wolf, or the wolf as theo, but they are distinctly different. they work in tandem, two beings sharing a human body and a wolf one. they speak to each other in a way only perhaps another lycanthrope would understand, though it's not out loud. the wolf never minds being addressed by theo's name, because that's who he is - that's who they are. theo, and their wolf. he doesn't technically have a name anyway, therefore using theo's is an accurate and welcomed choice.

#HEADCANON. #first up: wolf boy #ive never had the oppotunity to write berserk for obvious reasons #maybe.... a drabble someday

[hellsbellschime]

You're right, Rhaenyra never suggested that Jace and Helaena be married. That period in the show was totally different to the book. For instance, Daemon & Laena came back to Driftmark when Rhaena & Baela were tots. Rhaenyra announced the betrothal between her sons and Laena's daughters when they were toddlers. They basically gutted the whole Laena/Rhaenyra friendship (or relationship) and Daemon's 1st wife didn't die untll after Jace's birth - and about five seconds before he married Laena!

(1/2) But, you know, the more I think about the way they changed Rhaenyra's and Alicent story, the more I get low key annoyed with the Showrunners. At first I really liked the fact Alicent was aged down to be Rhaenyra's friend, it made for a meatier story between the two. But, as the story progressed, I began to get a little uneasy by how the storyline seemed more interested in using that twist to push the whole 'underaged girls and their groomers, storyline for both Alicent & Rhaenyra.

(2/2) The fact that the storyline aged down Alicent just to have her father dress her up in her mother's clothes and send her off to be pawed at by the king and then the later introduction of Larys' abusiveness & the introduction of physical abuse into the Rhaenyra/Daemon relationship, just makes me think we're just seeing a newer more 'socially acceptable' version of the abuse/rape porn of GOT. It kind of makes me irritated when they say it's part of the story, & I'm like no, that's all you...

LOL thanks and bless you, I was like 99% sure that was the case but I really didn't want to read 50+ pages just to make sure. And yeah I tend to agree, I get why they aged Alicent down and made her besties with Rhaenyra from a pragmatic perspective because it slimmed down a lot of what they would have had to film separately, but I don't feel like it is necessarily a better version of the story. And although Olivia Cooke has literally been my favorite actor on the show from the jump, don't think that I didn't notice that they ditched a female character who should be in her 40s throughout the major events of the series so that a super hot woman who is not even 30 can play the mother of male actors who are like 3-5 years younger than she is.

#hotd for ts

[fartquen12]

can i have a zhongli x reader where he makes a tea out of his gf's caca to show his gf he loves her pls and tanks <3333333

Valentines dokie dookie tea ft. john stamos

ALSO HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @itsthemickeymousecrackhouse FOR BEING THE BEST SUPPORTER

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dookie, Fart, Nonconsenstual stealing poop, tea, dookie tea, zhongli being my version of zhongli, y/n, bl00d, cringe, she her prns (y/n), valentines day. (will defenitly offend you if you are a mini ravi/kyle)

*RING RING* "oh fuc- OWWAA" I screeched as I fell out of bed. *RING RING* I slammed my hand down on the alarm to shut it off. "goddamn." I said almost silently. I got up off the floor and made my bed. Thats when I realised it was valentines day! I have a date with zhongli and I look like a poop riden child! I ran to the bathroom and took a cold shower. It was so cold I literally sharted. After that I went to my closet to look for some nice clothes since our date was in 1 hour. I saw this brown and black and white box print dress in my closet. I wore it because I wanted to loook like i havent changed since the easter event. I went to the bathroom and did my makeup. Brown lipgloss. pink and red eyeshadow with a bit of brown and purple to make it look like i have a disease and pink eye (dookie in eye dont be an asspiker). I did some mascara and lots of hot pink blush so i can look dead. highliter on my nose eye corner cheeks eyes and a lil on my buhol.I ran to the front door and put on my ninja turdl socks and my paw patrol shoes. I opened my front door and locked up after i left. I got into my adorbs car. My car is a red car it is 4 ft tall and 3 ft in legnth. It has orange flames on the side and black stripes. I got in and started blasting... "IM A BAD BAD DOG!" and I have a billy fartgrove funkpop in my window aswell as vecnas bumhole printed on my lisence plate. My windows are fully tinted so no one can see me and I have a student driver sticker on the back of my car!

I buckled myself into my booster seat bc even though I am 18 I am 3'4 uWu. I looked at myself in the mirror and winked. I quickly backed out of my driveway. As i drove out of my trailer park I saw eddie munson twerking at me. I thought that was nasty. I worridly drived because my date starts in 15 minutes and it takes 1 hour to drive to the resturant he said to go to. Its called "dilucs tavern" anyways I drove at 200 miles per hour on the free way and i do not know why everyone honks at me. I rolled down my window and said "FUK U". I mean it is the "free" way right? anyway i drove and drove and after about 45 minutes i arrived. I saw the man from tinder crying through the window at an empty table. I quickly got out of my car and locked it. The sound to make sure I locked isssss..... *fart* Perfect. I walked into dilucs tavern and i was greeted by the man. "OH! Y/n so good to see you!" The man said. "Yeah! I'm so sorry I was late I um..... uh. I got stuck in.. traffic yeah." I said hoping he wouldnt realise my fatass actually slept through the 50 alarms i set. He smiled at me and handed me a menu. As I read through the menu I decided on "fart lard and turkey" from the menu. The waiter then asked me what I would like to drink "Hmmm. I will take a finger lickin poopy ass dookie as potatoe ass green dookie fart penis poop salad beer!" I replied. "Good choice!" the waiter said smiling. It was silent for about 3 minutes. Best 3 minutes of my life. "So uh. What do you do for work?" The man across me asked. "oh! uhm. uh.... well i- um i-." i didnt exactly know what to say. "Its okay if you cant tell me." he said looking quite sad. "No! Its fine! I'm a..... well um.... i clean poop out of old peoples butts at scaramouchers nursing home..." I said. I tried to scan his expression for any thoughts of strangeness but the man didnt say anything. He smiled. "I wish I had your job!" the man said. I laughed assuming he was joking. it was silent for a while till i decided to speak up. "you have any kids? and pets?" I said awkwardly. "Oh no! You know me I hate kids haha." the man said. I stared at him agressivly for a second because I have 10 p named children at home. I just laughed. he looked at me weird but then the waiter gave us our food and drinks.

"Thank you!" I said to the waiter. He looked.... fimiliar. wait. I stood up and got in his face. I pulled his face mask off as he said "MAAM PLEASE DUE TO COVID STAY SIX FEET AND DONT TOUCH ME!!!!" i paused.... "Y/n????!!!" The waiter said angrily! "XIAO????" I said even more angrily "OH FUK YOU" The xiao said to me. "YOUR GONNA GET IT NOW BITCH!!! I SCREAMED! "WTF!!!!" zhomgli said standing up now recording this.. "YEAH TAKE YOUR TOP OFF!!" some random man said from across the bar. I locked myself in the bathroom. I came out covered in blood. "WHERES THAT MAN!!" said zhongli. "I juST KiLled mY eX." i said zhongli threw something in my face it was a brown liquid "TF IS THAT!!!!" i screamed. "I STOLE POOP FROM YOUR SHOWER AND MADE IT INTO TEA BC IM LITERALLY YANDERE FOR YOU DADDDY!" ZHONGLI SHOUTED. "THA FUCCCCC!!!" I yelled "ALSO I KNOW YOUR A BIG FATASS I PUT A CAM IN YOUR BEDRROM AND SAW YOU SLEEP THROUGH 50 ALARMS!" He shouted again. I ran out the bar so fast got in my car locked it and started blasting "IM A BAD BAD DOG!" while driving out of the parking lot i saw eddie munson twerking at me again. "FUK YOU!" I shouted at him. Then he ran faster than the speed of light and jumped on my car denting my ceiling cuz hes so fat and he broke a window and got in with me "BOY WTF!!!!!" I screamed "PULL OVER!!" Eddie yelled. I did as he said. and thats when john stamos himself got in my car and started blastinf Taco farts! I laughed so hard ive never laughed harder in my life. Me and these guyes quirky lil guyes drove off into the sunset and I hope to never see zhongli ever again.

THE END

Also guys tysm for 50 likes! You guys are the best! Make sure to request!

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #steve x eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie x y/n #eddie munson #john stamos #john stamos x reader #xiao x reader #valentines day #febuary fic #febuary #nominiravisallowed #nominikylesallowed

[smooth-goat]

hi robin lol 1, 6, 7, 13, 14, 18 (ik you do but I want to know the answer to the second part), 22, 23, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 35, 36, 37, 42, 43, 49, 50, 51, 58, 61 (out of all of them), 62 and 63 (for a&a), 64 (for ginger tea) 68, 69, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 78, 79

so many !! fjdsklaf (ask meme here) i'll put most of the answers under a read more cause its long

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

oh i daydream for sure. my fics tend to start as a single paragraph elevator pitch, basically, in my brainstorming document. And i'll daydream and experiment a little at what scenes that would include, what character interactions, different moods and settings—the Vibes. then i can start outlining. even though i can type quickly, my thoughts still move faster, and i feel i need to think things out before i start typing something and forget the other ideas in my head

6. What's the last line you wrote?

"The infant whimpers in the arms of the woman beside the pulpit. Snufkin eyes flick to her for a moment, Moomintroll sees. He adjusts the large scarf across his shoulders. His words stumble, just a little." — from a&a

7. Post a snippet from a wip.

Moomintroll’s paw twitched on the small of Snufkin’s back. Squeezed slightly. Hardly daring, Snufkin pressed his forehead into Moomintroll’s chest, breathing in his scent. Light, at first, and then sinking in. Fresh bread and laundry soap. A tinge of alcohol on his breath.

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I used to (as in just two years ago) be able to listen to music or have old youtube videos on in the background as I wrote. I wrote about half of "chlorine & corticosteroids", probably, with jenna marbles videos playing in the background. but something changed in my brain and now i need Silence or maybe a looping instrumental song. I like Erik Satie's "Gnossiène no. 3".

14. What is your favorite location and position to write in?

Most often, I write in my room, crouched over or lying on my stomach very babygirl. Favorite though is writing in the patio of my local library. Outdoors, nice weather, free wifi and power outlet. I can have a little beverage and look at trees and birds.

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

As we both know, of Course i enjoy research jfdskla the one that required the most was probably "chlorine & corticosteroids" actually. It was the longest fic I had written at the time, so there were more little details I wanted right. Also it was about ulcerative colitis, a condition I don't have, so I wanted to do research to get it right. Medical information, of course, but also forums and reddit threads and tumblr posts by people with UC to get a feel for actual life with it. The experience of being on a low-fiber medical diet, of EDCs relating to fecal incontinence and ileostomy bags. Also also because I set it in Flagstaff, Arizona: a place I have never been to. So I spend a lot of time on google maps looking at different neighborhoods and bus routes and knowing where everything in the city was. I might have spent more time researching a&a, but i think the research for c&c was more necessary. then again, i did read whole books for a&a so. idk.

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?

already answered !

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

I do this thing, for the beginning of a story (or chapter) that I have the outline establish a few sentences, then start writing what is functionally the second paragraph. And then I can never think of a good first line, so I just make that "second" paragraph into the first. And I feel it usually works? I think it skips the boring little establishing bits and catches interest better. Wrt outlining though and broader plots? I don't really think the beginning, middle, or end is the hardest. I'll have really strong visions for specific scenes, and I just have to figure out how to fill in between them. I guess most of those are in the middle, but the middle is also just the biggest part of the story, so I don't think it's fair to say it's the hardest for that.

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

Worldbuilding can be fun because of all the research, but I feel sometimes I get too in the weeds and lose steam. I try to reign myself in and research as I go when needed. I write my outline and a notable amount of prose all at once, bouncing around a little, and then the outline is simply cannabalized by the prose.  I do that especially with dialogue, where I write most of the actual "script" so to speak on my first pass and then add the tags and pacing sentences after. I think that first pass is the most exciting, where I can see the story change from ideas in my head into a more concrete vision.

26. What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

when i write and can't immediately think of what joins moments together, i'll fill it in with a placeholder, like [few sentences] or [transition]. sometimes they're more specific, like [back and forth about scheduling] but sometimes i don't have an idea for what goes there. and sometimes filling in those gaps is like pulling teeth

27. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

mood and tone, i think, are my strongest. the sort of atmosphere and how the air hangs and all that

28. What area of writing do you want to improve in?

I definitely do want to get more comfortable writing sex scenes. I think they're a rich vein of narrative and character and symbolic importance and I want to practice that more. I also want to get better at more complex narratives. All my stories, mostly given their length, have only had the capacity for a single plot, and maybe small threads of others. In a few years, I'd like to be able to write something with definite A and B plots.

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

answered here !

30. How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

This kind of goes back to the outline turning into the prose. Usually I get a sentence in that's just very plain text what happens, and then I'll go in after and backfill actual prose. And usually I know as I write what spots need reworking, and I'll leave a comment to myself (e.g. "rephrase" or "move to [x] paragraph" or "would he be this direct"). Or it'll simply be a word that I want to run in a thesaurus cause the perfect word isn't coming to me at the moment but I don't want to lose momentum so I just flag it for later. But I don't think I do a lot of editing tbh. Sometimes I read over finished chapters to catch repetitive lines and such, but a lot of big structural editing I do as I write in the outline stage.

35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted? (L)

Favorite that I've posted might be "Black Cohosh". I think it was a change in direction into the kind of stuff I really enjoy writing now: a sort of moody, introspective piece weighted with symbolism. Also bees. I also really like "chlorine & corticosteroids" in the sort of same-but-opposite way. It's definitely a modern piece with a modern voice, and I think it has a good tonal balance between the humor and affection of Jesse and Lake becoming close and the weight of Jesse facing his dangerous people-pleasing and Lake's and Tulip's experiences with ableism.

36. What fic are you proudest of? (L) 

Proudest of is definitely a&a. It's the longest thing I've written and the most unapologetic, I think. It took a lot to include the plot points I was nervous about, but I think it was worth it

37. What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

answered here !

42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

I think "Sweetpea & Daffodil" is a good title on the floriographic front. "gratitude & please return my affection" really fits the theme of what happens in it, the letters to ones own disabled body which read like two lovers in pain and desperate to make it work. tbh i think my floriographic titles have all been pretty apt, cause these emotions are exactly what the code is built for. Yellow rainflower standing for friendship but also betrayal, undying love but also infidelity. Lavender symbolizing devotion and distrust. I also like "chlorine & corticosteroids" for its contrast, showing the two very different worlds of Jesse and Lake respectively, and seeing them interact.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

Oh I have a wip called "Common Courtesy", focused on Snufkin and Pappa's interactions, where Pappa Does An Ableism and then instead of actually apologizing, builds a ramp to Moominhouse, and is a little Too expectant of praise for it. Getting into infrastructural segregation and Moominpappa's inability to apologize and just. Seeing these two very different but equally stubborn men interact.

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

I think "Ginger Tea and Parsley Oil" is a decent introduction to the style and topics that I like to go into. lmao i just read it again and ive definitely gotten better (so much of it feels clunky to me now!) but i think that's a good an entry as any

50. How would you describe your writing style?

A part of my writing style I've put a lot of focus on for years is word choice. There's a sort of emotional depth, I think, that can be found in words that sound a little unnatural. As if each one had a pause before you spoke it. My backburner OC story Ink Blots has a significant portion of dialogue between people speaking in a mutually non-native lingua franca, so there's always this sort of haze of people translating things in their head, how this translation affects how they speak. And I think that's something that I've transferred into my fic writing too. 

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

For sure! tbh i haven't been reading much fic lately, but books I like to read are often different than what I write. I've liked Kurt Vonnegut for many years now, who has a much more blunt style than I do: much shorter word length and simple grammar. And I love Jane Austen, who writes very differently from me in both content (satires about the English landed gentry) and style (quippy dialogue and sometimes meandering prose). I've also enjoyed epistolary novels, like Dracula and Ella Minnow Pea. I've never written epistolary works before, but it seems fun

58. Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

hard to pick! i use a lot of it fdjaskl i'd say one i like is in a&a chapter 16:

There's a single word sitting in the middle of the table. It's heavy. The wooden legs creak and groan under its weight. Moomintroll fears putting anything else down even a little too roughly will make the table collapse.

i think it's evocative, effective, and i was able to play with it the whole rest of the chapter with characters' interactions with the physical table they were sitting at mirroring their approaches and avoidances of the topic at hand

61. In [all of your fics], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

idk about favorite cause that's a tough question, but i really like the scene in "Yellow Rainflower" where Alicia and Snufkin are talking at night about why Snufkin took so long to come back and never even wrote her. I think it was good move into the stuff I like to do now: conversations beginning to put equal or more weight into what is unsaid than what is actually said.

62 .In [acacia & asphodel], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included? Why did it get cut?

Oh when I was figuring out a&a, I wasn't really sure of its format. Would it be a one-shot series, a single piece, something in between? I have a bunch of little ideas but there are two I am a little sad to see go. One is where Alicia takes in a stray cat, and there's some fun little banter between them over it. But it's one that includes Sisu as a toddler so when I narrowed the scope of the fic to just the pregnancy and Sisu's first few days of life, I had to cut it cause it wouldn't make sense for her to do it then. Another is a sort of scrapped epilogue, where Moomintroll paints Snufkin giving Sisu a bath in the sink. I cut it cause for one just like before it required Sisu to just be a little bit older (though by just a few months), and also it was redundant with the closing chapter I have already. Also it felt a little too neat and tidy, and I wanted a more ambiguous ending that signified another beginning, not something that could read more as a happily-ever-after.

63. What was the hardest part of writing [acacia & asphodel]?

answered here !

64 . If you rewrote [Ginger Tea] now, would you change anything?

I like Parsley Oil as it is alright, but I think I would restructure Meadowsweet. More internal monologue, less verbal monologue. I think there are things that Snufkin would think but not say out loud that I had him say out loud and are just a little Too Vulnerable for him to voice.

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

I feel like that would be really hard to trace. I've read a lot of fic jfkdlsa I like to read through entire tags of a fandom (a character or ship or another tag), or sometimes the entire fandom's tag on ao3. I think looking at different fandoms though, my writing style is very influenced by Pathologic fics I've read. The symbolism and the moodiness and the weight and the politics are all,I feel, lifted more from those works than a lot of Moomin fics.

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

i'm not reading any fics at the moment jfkdsl  favorites that i've had, though, include "Gracilis", "Darling, Oh", "The Little Book of Daffodils", and "Moss". I also really like Weevilo707's Infinity Train fics.

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

I love getting complimented on symbolism, especially when it's something I didn't really notice myself doing. Like when I was doing it, I knew something was meaningful and important and so put it in, but I couldn't articulate how, and then I see someone put all my own thoughts into words. It really reminds me of why I love sharing my writing—I love the collaborate discussion and the enthusiasm with which I can talk to my friends about it.

73. What do you tend to get complimented on the most about your writing?

Often symbolism—especially lately, cause a&a has had a lot of symbolism and narrative parallels, and I love talking about that. I also get compliments on research (of course) and on specific gut-punch lines, often at a chapter's end.

74. Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

answered here !

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

answered here !

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

I think the external pressure I face writing is not in regards to writing what gets more attention—I've tried writing it and know it does better but also I know it doesn't feel as rewarding or interesting to write—but in avoiding topics of controversy. Including sex scenes, discussions of sex work and of eugenics and abortion, showing sexual harassment and antisemitism, depicting the common instances of ableism that I'm certain a notable amount of my readers have performed themselves. The controversial stuff, the kind of stuff that gets strangers to rally against you, can be scary to share. Internally, sometimes I do feel pressure to keep to a publishing schedule, feeling like I "owe" readers a regular update. But ultimately, I know that's not true. I'm a regular guy and a pretty busy one at that. Writing a novel for fun and for free? This is something I'll do when I have time and if I treat it too much like another job then I'll lose my love of it.

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

for general writing, the sort of "get-er-done" motivation, I like to get inspired. I read my old stuff, I listen to the playlists that I made, I make amvs in my head. Something that will get me emotionally invested in the art. There's also the motivation wrt the content of what I write, and for that I keep thinking about this anon I got, a disabled person who was really touched by the first sex scene in a&a, saying they hadn't felt represented in a sex scene before. That's just a really poignant thing for me, to be able to make another disabled person feel seen. Stuff like that, hearing from other disabled people, seeing our shared experiences—that's really motivating too, encouraging me to keep writing what I'm writing, because while it might be niche, there's an audience that really cares.

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

One of the biggest things that's helped me is analyzing the writing of other's—stuff you like, stuff that's just not your taste but effective, and stuff that just sucks. Why do certain things work and others not? Where's the line between personal taste and common consensus—and is that line where you feel it should be, and why that? I've loved film analysis, and video essays about films. I think that sort of critical thinking is really helpful for knowing how to construct your writing. (robin ?? suggesting research ??? who could have guessed)

#ask meme #long post #birdsong #asked and answered #ask #a&a #acacia & asphodel