#and i got to draw fuzzball

[krilliondollars]

Space

[jragons-fr-hole]

sometimes you just need some OwO dragon in your life. maybe even a bit of :3

[frostbite-the-bat]

tell me about your fucked up petz creatures

I WILL GO OVER My Main Cast. alphabetically as they appear in my funny box !

Starting off with ABYSS!! i love her dearly. she's a spamton mixie! specifically a blue addison + spamton + sparkle kittling. she's got no eyes or colors (she's got blue paw pads, thought!), leading to an unsettling appearance. i love her dearly, though! she's full of cheeky personality and she loves jumping through the hoop, if she isn't knocking it out of my hand. (or doing other things... she loves to mess around)

up next is... asshole! yes. thats his name. he's my oldest spamton i currently have! he was originally a different spamton neo, but for petzspamton creator's comfort i converted him to be dib's spamton neo. being based on a siamese - he's picky and he's mean. he's an asshole. that name stuck with him. he used to wear an iconic sweater but this spamton neo kinda breaks shirts so he has a santa hat now!

also spamton neos in petz are known for. their. uhm. Thoughtful Gaze.

next is... BIG BOY! MY BELOVED!! he is a gift from petzspamton for me based on my mega spamton neo design! he came named bigboy and since even my mega spamton neo's nickname has been bigboy. :] he's big, he's cuddly, he's gentle and he LOVES food. he also flops. a LOT. and genuinely when i say he loves food i mean it, he's based on a persian and those love food in petz. he seems very eepy today he's flopping less than usual but probably because of how wacky the room layout is + he's too interested in buck plush

OLD BAD ART ALERT I DONDNT DRAW LIKE THIS NOW I DREW THIS IN MY FLOP ERA but heres mega sneo design. just for context!! (ye he got swapped wings but who cares)

if you see similarities between this hair and the way i draw high roller, no you dont. no you fucking dont.

up next is cap'n! i'll be honest i dont play with him as often since i converted everyone from petz 5 to petz 4 - losing k_k in the progress </3. he just loves starting fights with everyone its no fun </3 but ANYWAYS!! this is a hexie made by YOURS TRULY! hes goofy

can't show off cap'n without.. SWEET! oh boy after glados this is my most complicated hex. DO YOU KNOW HOW PAINFUL IT IS. TO MAKE A CUBE. OUT OF (SPHERES) (AND LINES THAT ARE VERY FUCKY) ITS HORRIBLE. sweet sweet sweet my dearest friend sweet they start fights sometimes too but are calmer than cap'n. they like playing with plushies a lot as you can see

next is creature! a funky little spamton mixie. seriously this thing is like generation 7 and listing everything thats In Their Blood may take a while. they've got lovely spots and neat textures + are pretty big!!! their tip ends with a pink which is a fun contrast compared to the blue/white gradient. very silly fella!!!

next is cupcake! one out of two silly kitties i got from bad_death ! they did a thing where they gave out unique textured/patterned fellas to people on petzcord. so these guys are unique! like everyone elses. i have other petz i got from other people that are hexed, but i don't have them in the playable petz folder right now. cupcake likes to flop around, too! what a lovely fuzzball... they also get scared of everything which isnt characteristic of a persian personality but. hey. the wordl is scaresy...

next is dragonfruit with their funky shrimp tail !! also a spamton mixie - you can defo see similarities between them and creature. i believe they're related? anyways - the main breed they take from is cubus! they have calico personality so they are very playful!!

next is fledgeling! Bird. i dont even know whats in them .

FROSTBITE. MADE BY PETZSPAMTON FOR ME. THIS smug-ass cursed entity. they're a little bastard beast. theyre just me but petz. smug ass. likes to 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨. friends with some but enemy to many. LOVES DANCING. PLAY MUSIC INGAME AND THIS THING WILL SHAKE TAIL. dear god even this frost made it to hr's , they will kill.

also the iconic gif with them and spammo.

next is GLADOS! or catdos if you will. i made this with my own blood sweat and tears it was a nightmare. but look! glados !

im getting tired and i havent eaten today yet because im autism SO. SHORTER DESCRIPTIONS.

iceshock!! silly ice spammy kitty.

MANGO MY DEAREST BELOVED. YOUNGER BROTHER TO OTTERPOP. THOSSE TWO ARE BASICALLY MY MASCOT SPAMTONS. I LOVE THEM SO MUHHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHC. THISSECTION IS FOR THEM BOTH MWA MWA LOVE THEM. also that was ttheir bday gift a year ago They Didnt Like It. btw otterpop blue shirt mango flower shirt

onion .

....and i hit the image limit so...! feel free to ask for more...!

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Iron God Chapter 42 [Channei]

 "Magpie, dear." Ami snapped her fingers. "Patient's wincing. Two mills of LP, stock concentration, please."

Channei watched and listened with utter confusion. It was as if the two spoke another language. Their tent was like another world, one with a heavy herbal, chemical scent that made her feel lightheaded when she breathed too deeply. She imagined if she fell asleep she'd have fever dreams.

The odd companion with two-toned hair held up two dark glass vials. "C17 or C18?"

"Seventeen's the more sedating. Draw it up now, don't stand around." Ami sounded impatient but not panicked. "Give it intravenously."

Channei seethed. "And how do I know you're not poisoning them?"

"I've got no reason to be doin' that, fuzzball." Ami's focus didn't break for a second. She adjusted some evil-looking tool in Rizval's wound. "In plain terms, I'm having Magpie give your pal a little more pain relief than I gave them initially." She nodded to Magpie, who pulled a needle out of Rizval's arm. "Good, Magpie. Now toss that one out, will you?"

Rizval's eyelids fluttered and their taut muscles relaxed. They let out a heavy sigh.

"Hear me, Rizval?" Ami asked. "Good. Deep breath in." She leaned down to listen to their inhalation. "And out. Yes. Good. Now open." She pulled their jaw open. "No blood in your mouth either. Your lung's not punctured. That's great news."

Rizval gave a weak smile before slipping back into drugged semi-consciousness. Channei swallowed hard. She rocked in her rickety wooden chair and nearly tipped it.

"A lung injury's almost sure to be fatal," Ami explained, as if Channei knew nothing at all about anatomy. "Though not for the reason you'd think. Usually blood loss kills them before they suffocate, especially if –"

"I know the basics, Ami." Channei pulled her sleeve back and showed the brands on her forearm. "Obviously."

"Do you now?" She chuckled. "Yeah, suppose your masters teach you plenty about where your blades ought to go. I'll say, this archer had the right idea, but their aim was off, lucky for us."

"Us?" Channei leaned closer, almost snarling. "You still haven't told me what's in it for you. I highly doubt it's from any goodness in your heart."

"She's got you there," Magpie piped up, unhelpfully. "Big bad Ami."

Ami scoffed. "I'm not asking for much this time."

"That's what she always says," Magpie butted in again.

"Shush up." Ami paused for one second to glare at her companion, then returned to her operation. "Channei, before I make any requests, I was wondering if you knew the answer to a question that's been bothering me."

The Styzian cocked her head. "What?"

"What's Xigon's big idea, holding Haode captive?" Ami's tone shifted to one of disdain. "It seems stupid if you ask me. I can't think of a single good reason to do something like that."

Channei shook her head. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Don't play dumb, darling. My root net says they're in close proximity to each other and have been for weeks." Ami nearly growled. "You know what's up."

"I don't know why you think that." Channei's hand moved to Respite's hilt. "Xigon killed him the night of the full moon, and we laid him to rest the night after. Had a prayer and laid him out for the gravebirds on the peak." She watched Ami's eyebrows go up. "What? That's our way, Ami. Even that bastard deserves better than dirt."

"Your funeral customs aren't what bother me, Channei," Ami corrected. "Do you by any chance have the weapon used to kill him? Probably not, but –"

"I do." Channei held Respite out to Ami. "Right here."

Ami leaned in and sniffed the blade. "Yep, that's his blood." Her eyes narrowed. "What's wrong with me? Why did I think he was...?" She shook her head. "Whatever. Forget about it."

Channei sheathed the blade. Magpie fidgeted and chewed her hand.

"Don't do that." Ami reached out and yanked Magpie's arm down without looking up. "Can't be acting up while I'm working."

"Sorry." Magpie wandered over to Channei and stood far too close for comfort. "Do you have any water?"

Her eyebrows rose. "Sorry?"

"Don't be askin' strangers for anything, dear." Ami leveled them both a warning glare. "I give you everything you need."

Magpie seethed and retreated through another flap at the back of the tent. Channei squirmed. What was the story here?

Ami redirected her attention. "These sutures I'm putting in will break down on their own by the time the wound is healed. I also found a collarbone fracture, so six weeks wearing an arm sling. And of course, a shameful little cone around the neck."

Channei grimaced. "What?"

"Last bit was a joke, dear." Ami chuckled at herself. "I expect to see you back immediately if there are any signs of infection or necrosis."

"And what do you expect in return?" Channei asked and dreaded the answer.

"Not much. Something quite simple." Ami leaned back in her chair and smiled. "An audience with Master Xigon."

"No." Channei said it immediately, without thinking.

Ami laughed. "Are you sure?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a vial of inky liquid. "I still have this, you know."

She crossed her arms. "Threatening is a terrible first negotiation tactic."

"I'm giving you a choice," Ami continued, ignoring her jab. "You let me see Xigon or you get a shot of Rager." Her teeth clenched. "And this isn't a threat I make lightly, Channei. I need to see him. I need to. More than you'll ever know."

"And for what?" Channei rose from her chair. "What the hell could you possibly need so badly?"

Ami shook her head. "That's a conversation for him, not you. Though there might also be something in it for you."

The Styzian raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?"

"Xigon's ill, isn't he?" Ami sounded as if she already knew the answer. "Maybe I can help him."

"And you'd make another demand, probably an even bigger one." Channei sighed. "I think not."

"No, sweet thing." Ami gave a dry laugh, as if Channei had made a terrible joke. "I'd do it for free. So what do you say now? One way, everyone wins. The other way's more misery all around. You know the right choice."

Channei opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Channei, dear." Ami reached across the table and placed an earthy-smelling hand on top of hers. "I don't need you to trust me. If you want to hold a knife to my neck the whole time, be my guest." She smiled in a way Channei couldn't resist. "Let's save your master, shall we?"

[darkeeveeanimatesus]

Wait- he's just a floofy little guy?

I seriously need to draw this stupid fuzzball. I've been meaning to, but I never got around to it

Even Ras' own VA agrees with me, btw.

[cljordan-imperium]

Vibe Tag

I was tagged by @autumnalwalker with "This is going to suck.."

I'm tagging @frostedlemonwriter, @saltysupercomputer, and @on-noon with "Well that didn't go well..."

Sneak Peak of the chripchillas...

What are they?” Mithos asked, leaning a little closer.

“Do I look like a nature guide, asshole?” Arioch replied, not sure if the things were safe or not.

“Rodents, idiots.” Answered Cruz who stepped forward to clear them off of the human.  This is when they made another discovery.  Unlike Earthly rodents that have the four main front teeth, these had two rows on top and bottom of what looked like shark’s teeth; and they looked none too happy about the King coming closer to Amaya’s body.

“Well, that’s different…”Ollyl commented, his brows drawing together as a look of unease settled over his face.

“They haven’t eaten her.  She’s alive.  But they won’t let us near her….”  Cruz knelt down a short distance from them, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his chin as he thought over the situation.  Killing the creatures would be easy, but that would draw predators to them, and since they couldn’t trace Amaya, they’d at least need a minute or two to get her settled for one of them to carry her.  

As he was trying to figure out a fast and easy solution, Olly walked over and knelt down and whistled to Dalton.  “Go ask your friends to please get off the nice lady.  We need to get her to safety.”  

Dalton and Derp had been yipping at the creatures who had been squeaking back.  Olly hoped that maybe, just maybe they were actually communicating.  He knew that Abriella’s dogs were not normal dogs and understood him fine, now if they could just get the creatures to understand.  Soon enough, it seemed he was right since the little things started getting off of her, but then they had a new problem.

As the little furry beings were getting off of Amaya, Dalton and Derp started picking them up in their mouths and delivering them to the feet of each of the men.  All except Olly.  The little creatures started climbing their pants of the men.  “Uh, I think they want out of the forest too, and the dogs promised them a ride to the Palace.  Maybe put them in the garden with the pixies?  I’m sure they’d love some Tribbles.”  Olly shrugged as he got a death glare from Cruz who now had one sitting on his shoulder.

“Tribbles.  Did you see the teeth on that one that snarled at Cruz?” Arioch asked as one started snuggling into his pocket.  “Ummm..shit..we’re really going to do this, huh?” He blew out a sigh as another one started to fall off of his pant leg and he caught it and stuck it in another pocket.  

“Just get these damned things and get them to the garden.” Cruz grumbled, but was standing there with two in one of his large hands, petting them like a cat.  “Olly, since you’ve been spared, get the human to Abriella and Arch.”

Watching Cruz with the two fuzzballs in his hands was about to make Olly breakout in laughter, but the task at hand was serious, so he nodded and went over to scoop Amaya up off of the ground.  A couple of the furry beings didn’t want to leave her and used their teeth and claws to hold onto her plaid flannel shirt.  “Guess I’m taking a couple with me.  Your sister is going to LOVE this!”  Olly rolled his eyes and then unfurled his wings just enough to get them off of the ground.

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[nagipops]

hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤���

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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[lumilasi]

UPDATE: Gave them a proper bio. I will add a cool pose thingy for Hitomi later once I draw it, rn I got other projects to focus on.

NOTE: Hitomi belongs to my friend @mad-hatter-rici and largely everything about her design and her bio is pretty much from her ideas naturally. 

More info below:

Ages: 

Hitomi: around 12

Ichirou: He is 15-16, and hasn’t reached his Soul age yet so he pretty much looks his age/a bit younger due to being born prematurely (Average lifespan of a soul eater is 300 years, the first 20 years they age like humans)

Nicknames: Nii-chan (Hitomi) Kid, spidy kid (Clover) Little puppeteer (grandpa Harrow)

Family: Adoptive big brother Caelan,  father Jurou, Grandmother Yui, grandfather Harrow. Ichirou’s late mother Meredith & Hitomi’s late mother Saeko

Friends: Clover Belmont (honorary big brother for Ichirou), Celine & Milo Faylune (Ichirou’s classmates and little siblings of his big bro’s boyfriend) Youko (Hitomi’s chimera friend)

Ichirou is a half blood Soul eater/Puppeteer demon, whereas Hitomi is half blood human/soul eater

Occupation: 

Ichirou is in high-school where he studies all the basics like literature, math, Mirror world history, magic in general, etc. He does however get tutoring for his specific powers as well, though this is mainly done by Jurou (and sometimes Harrow) given their powers are so unique. 

Hitomi has been home-schooled so far, but they are slowly trying to introduce her to the proper school. 

Powers:

ICHIROU

Soul eater powers: Ichirou can affect people’s souls and read them, she is still too young to actually devour or pull them out of people’s bodies. He can somewhat control the shadow element/webs that comes with his specific family heritage, forming small spiders from it the shadows, or even some weapons like blades and a staff from the webs.  He can also of course, use his webbing like, well, a web, to trap something or swing around like Tarzan/Spiderman.

Magic: Ichirou is studying to use Arachnid Soul eater runes; they are all based on pretty basic base spells like protective shields, summoning, offensive spells etc, but utilize his special magic type that makes them far stronger than your average magic runes. (All Soul eater types have their own runes, and another special thing about them is that only the right type of soul eaters can use them. No wizard will be capable of wielding Ichirou’s runes for example, only other arachnid soul eaters can)

Transformation: Like his uncle, Ichirou does have a “demonic” form that grants him enhanced strength, speed, stamina, and larger access and power reserves with his magic. This ability is still in its infancy though due to his age, and he can’t access it easily.

Puppeteering: From his biological father’s side, Ichirou has an unique ability not really seen from his uncle or grandfather; he is able to utilize his strings to command anything he wants, and even make inanimate objects to appear lifelike. He is even able to puppeteer someone’s soul with this, though hates doing it as it is essentially a form of possession.

Soul link: Ichirou can communicate with all of his family members telepathically with this ability, it is a pretty common one among Soul eaters and not unique to his family. He can also form these with people he’s close with outside the family, such as Clover.

HITOMI

Creation: Her unique ability nobody else in the family has; she is able to create colorful fabric from her webs and make clothing and accessories with it

Element control: She can control shadow element somewhat like rest of her family

Bloop Spiders: Hitomi can also summon little spiders like her family, to help her and communicate with others. People call them “bloop spiders” mainly because they look more like tiny dust fuzzballs with legs rather than spiders, not even having fangs just large cartoony eyes (Think studio Ghibli dustballs). They can change their appearance to something more menacing though, if she feels threatened.

Web shooting: She can shoot spider webs, often times accidentally trapping people who spook her.

Soul link: Hitomi is also capable of forming these soul links to communicate with her family, but being half-blood and very young still, she’s still learning and mainly has ones with her dad and Ichirou, both of which were initially formed by them rather than her.

Personality:

Ichirou is a sweet and curious boy, who is bit of a bookworm and generally loves to learn new things. He is very self-conscious of being a Soul Eater and the negative stigma they carry. He still tries to be positive and friendly, trying not to judge a book by its cover. He is protective over his family, especially his little sister Hitomi. This protective nature does extent to his bestie and honorary big brother Clover as well. He is able to put aside his own fear and self-doubt to protect those he loves, and because he IS a Blackthorne, Ichirou can absolutely be terrifying like his father, grandpa and grandma if he wants to be, when situation requires it. 

Hitomi is a very shy and cautious young girl, who is nervous around new people due to her past trauma. She is sweet and caring despite all this, and really wants to interact with others and help in any way she can, despite her fears. She is quite attached to her big brother Ichirou, but also wants to spend more time with her elder brother Caelan who is often busy unfortunately. She is very creative and especially talented in making clothes. Overall she is pretty typical sweet little girl once you get past her traumas, who does have moments where she pouts over silly things. Like Ichirou she is curious to learn more about new things, especially her new home and the people in it. 

Fun Facts

Ichirou doesn’t have that many friends due to being a Soul Eater, but the few he does have are very close and loyal. Hitomi also doesn’t have many friends, but that is more to do with the fact she’s new to Ether and Chrysalis city. 

Ichirou often falls asleep reading or taking notes, and sometimes has his writings printed to his cheek as he wakes up in the case of the latter.

Ichirou creates dioramas as a hobby, and sometimes helps Hitomi with her crafts and vise versa

Hitomi likes making clothes or accessories for people

Ichirou’s eye-markings come from his biological father, hence he doesn’t have a spider web birthmark like his sister, uncle and grandfather. The ones in his hands are magical tattoos to help him learn to control his power better

Ichirou really dislikes his puppeteer powers and tries to ignore them for the most part, even though combining them with his Soul eater powers make him exceptionally powerful for his age.

Ichirou was born prematurely, hence he is fairly short and seems a bit younger than he is.

Hitomi is mute and mostly communicates through sign language. She can talk, is just a bit too traumatized to do it often.

Hitomi has a Shadow kitty called Nori, which is literally a cat made of shadows, able to shapeshift their body from liquid puddle to loooong noodle, and also merge and travel within their owner’s shadow. 

Ichirou sometimes communicates with his grandpa through the special Soul link all the family members have. This way Harrow was able to mentor him even though he is unable to set foot to the Mirror World physically, being a wanted man.

[minty-chocco]

ayla!! your blog looks v cute so far 🥺 best wishes for you and your blog 😚✨ is it okay if i request a scenario for mr rook hunt where he and his gn!s/o are baking cupcakes but rook, in all his curious wonder, wants to throw in some potions thus s/o tries to stop him while keeping an eye on the batch already in the oven? thanks a bunch and here, have a pudding! 🍮💞

𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕  🧁

Pairing: Rook Hunt x GN!Reader 

Warning(s): None.

Word Count: 1.4k words

Extra Note: aaaaaaa you’re so sweet anon thank you! 🥺💞 Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. Rook has an intersting way of speaking and I hope I managed to capture his personality well! I’m open to contructive criticisms~ Anyways, here’s a cupcake in exchange for the pudding! 🧁

“Here you go, little demon!” Sam placed the ingredients that you requested on the counter.

You checked each one of the ingredients seeing if he got each one right. After confirming, you gave the shop owner your payment. Sam’s eyes lightened up at the sight of madol.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the man and picked up the items to put it in your bag.

“Come back again~” He waved his hand before you exited the shop.

While heading back to your respected dormitory to bake, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

 You immediately knew who it was, of course.

 “Rook.” You called out to him glancing at the sides trying to locate him.

 You hear the rustling of bush and turned to see a certain hunter at the distance. “Mon amour.” He mused.

He walked towards you, footsteps were silent as he stopped in front of you and lifted his hat as a sign of greeting.

 “I was preoccupied on admiring you from afar.” He flashed you a smile. “Although, seeing your beauty up close is far better.”

 You waved at him. “Won’t it make any difference though? You have a pretty good eyesight after all.”

 “Non! I would be able to hold you if you’re close.” He replied.

You smiled shaking your head lightly quite used to this man’s antics. At first, he always caught you off guard on his sudden appearances because the next thing you know he’s right next to you.

 Of course, after some time you manage to adjust to this hunter’s nature. You would soon notice his presence whenever he’s near you just by feelings his gaze.

“Anyways, Rook, what brings you here?” You asked him while taking a step towards the hunter and dusted off the leaves left on his uniform.

 “Why? To assist you in baking of course!” You flinched at his words. The cupcakes were supposed to be a surprise to him and your friends in NRC.

You’re about to question him but stopped. It’s Rook after all. He probably saw you buying ingredients in Sam’s mystery shop.

 “If you’d like, I guess.” You chuckled. “Let’s head back to my dorm.”

Upon arriving at your destination, you opened the door outside of Ramshakle to invite yourself in.

 “Pardon the intrusion~” Rook soon entered behind you.

You two strolled around the kitchen and Rook placed the ingredients on the table. He offered to carry your things before walking over to your dorm which explains on why he has your things.

“It seems like Monsieur Fuzzball isn’t here.” Rook looked around to double check.

 “Nope. He’s with Ace and Deuce.” You took the ingredients out of the bag one by one. “Probably just messing around with them.”

 Rook helped you prepare the ingredients and collected the kitchen equipment to be used for baking.

“Let’s mix the dry ingredients first.” You suggested picking up a bowl to put the dry ingredients and searched the room for the measuring cups.

 “Très bien!” Rook answered. He seems to take notice of you searching for something being the perspective person he is and opened one of the drawers on where the measuring cups were located to hand it to you. (très bien = very well)

 You took the cups and washed it clean thanking the young man. “You know sometimes I think you know my kitchen more than me, Rook.” You admitted which earn a laugh from the vice dorm head.

 After some time, you were almost finished with mixing the ingredients together and all that’s left is to put the batter into the baking tray. Although, you two still have to make the icing.

 You decided to gift your friends and acquaintances cupcakes each so you separated the batter to give them different flavorings to suit their tastes.

 You put the cupcake liners on the baking trey in which you personalized by putting your friends name on it and drawing little doodles that describes them best.

 After the two of you put the first batch of batter in the oven, you gathered the remaining ingredients left to make the icing.

 “Mon ciel étoile” Rook called out to you while you were busy whipping the cream not sparing him a glance. “You don’t mind if I put a little surprise for the cupcakes, Yes?” 

This caused you to turn your head and saw that Rook is holding a little vial on his hands. “Rook no—”

 You almost dropped what you were holding in surprise and hurriedly walked over to Rook’s spot to take the glass vial out of his hands before he does anything reckless to your cupcakes.

“No, Rook, you can’t.” You pointed a finger at him like scolding a troublesome child. The hunter could only stare at you quite amused at your reactions.

“But you shouldn’t be limiting yourself about the countless possibilities you could create, Mon coco!” Rook explained. 

 You frowned your eyebrows upon his statement. Rook is a curious guy, you’re aware of that. He would often try countless of rash methods to feed his curiosity, even offending the infamous Malleus Draconia on purpose, that is.

 “But cupcakes are different, Rook. This isn’t an experiment.” You resonated with him.

 “Ma belle, aren’t you itching to explore? You never know what this could have in store for us.” 

 “Rook.” You firmly replied as a warning.

 After seeing your reaction, Rook stopped. Although he could be quite persistent, he knows when to stop as a respect to your boundaries. “I do apologize, Mon cœur, I do not take heed to offend you.” 

Now you felt guilt for being harsh on him. “I’m sorry but let’s not do that, okay? These cupcakes are supposed to be for us and my friends.”

 You heard an alarm in the distance indicating that the cupcakes are now baked which startled you. You walked over to the oven to open it.

 Rook offered to be the one who’ll take out the cupcakes so you handed him your kitchen muffins in which you thought looked cute on him.

 “You know Rook sometimes I wonder why I even keep up with you.” You randomly blurted out after he place the cupcakes at the counter to cool.

 “My, you wound me, trickster!” He placed his hand on his chest.

 “Wait let me finish my sentence.” You chuckled at his actions. “But you know what? Even though you can be quite a handful sometimes, I still love you.” 

 “Oh?” Rook leaned over you, eyeing you intensely. Just like how a hunter would look at its prey before attacking. “Such flattering words from you.”

Rook leaned more closer to you which made you panic by the sudden movement and grabbed the cupcake beside you in impulse to shove it on his mouth.

The Pomefiore vice dorm leader looked at you bewildered. Congrats, you manage to caught this hunter off guard. He tasted the cupcake that was rudely shoved on his mouth.

“Merci! This cupcake is marvelous. The exquisite taste that prolong on your mouth is truly spectacular.” You awkwardly shifted away quite embarrassed from his compliments. “Desserts like this are surely meant to be shared with your beloved.”

 You gave him a lopsided smile. “Then, let me try too.”

You took a cupcake from the tray and took a bite out of it. The scent of the freshly baked goods filling the room. “Mhm. This tastes okay. We still need the frosting though.”

Rook was about to say something but you interrupted him. “No. We’re not gonna add any funny ingredients there.”

“But I wasn’t about to tell you that, mon chéri .” You looked at him confused then you suddenly felt his lips on yours, giving it a little peck. He used his hat as a cover for the two of you even though there wasn’t anyone at the room but you two, for effect I guess. “This hunter is glad to be called your lover.” 

You blushed at his words. Surely, this young man never fails to make your heart flutter by his sweet yet sincere words. Even though this is a common occurrence for the two of you, it still makes you feel flustered every time.

 “You didn’t think I would easily let you go, did you?” Rook chuckled, placing his gloved hands on your chin to make you look at him, his eyes glowing lightly. “A hunter doesn’t let their prey off so easily.”

 Now it’s your turn to be surprised. What would you do, reader?

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈! 🌙

[fl0ating-tree]

everyone always draws ghostbur and now ghost tommy with the wounds that killed them, or somehow permanently injured, and just super super dead looking. 

but imagine if they looked almost perfect. 

wilbur’s hair wasn’t matted from not taking a shower due to depression, tommy’s clothes finally fit him instead of hanging off of him because he never managed to gain back the weight he lost in exile. their clothes are clean and wrinkle free, the mud that was seemingly glued to tommy’s white shoes finally washed away, the fuzzballs that would build up on wilbur’s sweater never appear again. the worry lines etched into both of their faces finally gone. those little scars and the dirt on tommy’s clothes and the smile lines on wilbur’s face, the things that made them distinctly themselves, fade too. 

i feel like that would hurt more than seeing them injured because it shows just how awful the ends of their lives were. everyone got so used to seeing them both disheveled and dirty and on edge that seeing them so carefree and clean and, ironically, lively, hurts more than seeing them hurt like how they were at the end of their lives. they both finally look their age instead of being forced to seem grown up, and nothing hurts more than knowing that the only way they get to look carefree is in death. 

becoming ghosts made them lose the things that shaped them but also gives them back their innocence. it makes everyone realize that the things that shaped them are the things that made them lose their innocence.

[digitalvoidheart]

Proud indeed...

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The black cat is back. Same place same time as always. Ccino figured out why.

Ever since this fluffy black cat appeared at his quaint shop at the boardwalk, he's noticed it avoiding all the cat treats he has offered to it, only giving it a tiny sniff and turning away. Trying to figure out why it refuses to eat was quite a challenge considering he has to run his coffee shop and follow the stray cat. His luck did turn for the better later.

Ever since realising that cats liked to bask in his shop when the weather gets too hot, he replaced the front screen door to have a pet door. It was small enough that during one evening, the little fuzzball came dashing through it, covered in scratches and its fur matted. On the other side through the pet door were a pair of sharp canine jaws snapping uncontrollably to try grab the injured kitty behind boxes. Ccino realised the situation, chasing the dog away before tending to his new visitor.

They were feral at first, not surprising since one of their eye was scratched up and closed to reduce pain. After several minutes of coaxing, sweet words and promises, the teal eyed kitty gave him a chance to tend to his wounds (it was a boy, Ccino found out).

For the next few days, during a visit to the vet, Ccino named the kitty "Night" because of his beautiful black fur. The vet insisted on calling him 'Nightmare' due to his feral nature and resistance against the doctor. Albeit being a stray, his only injuries were his body and right eye now permanently blind. No problems with emaciation or parasites in his luscious fur. It put Ccino on edge but he shrugged it off later.

He then decided to adopt the fuzzy kitty, even going as far as to getting him toys of his own liking and an adorable belled-collar that even Night loved.

Nightmare (Ah-he meant Night. Guess the nickname stuck) didn't usually show affection much, only the occasional twisting around his legs (though it could be mistaken for scenting Ccino as his) and purring whenever Ccino pets him and gives him wet food. Although it came to a halt when Night decided to stop eating again, going out more often than staying indoors at night.

Ccino, with nothing to do at night and having no idea on Night's history, followed him one day without the kitty's knowledge. Night only stopped his journey when he figured out Ccino was following him, returning to the Café only to repeat the next day.

Being extra careful this time, Ccino followed him and surprisingly, he stopped at the empty docks. Thinking he might've been caught again, Ccino decided to walk away. Until sounds of something emerging from the water stole his attention.

A skull, connected to a strong skeletal frame and glowing sanguine tail, looked up at his pet cat. A skeleton mermaid! His cat is friends with a mermaid!

The mermaid's gentle male voice was soothing as it spoke to Night.

"Hello there, beautiful. Been a while, where've you been? What's this? A collar? That's wonderful news! You found an owner!" A soft mewl from Night as he headbutted the outstretched hand of the mer. "Haha. Alright, you've been forgiven. Why are you closing one eye though? Did a bad dog hurt you?" A grumbling purr "That's not good. At least you got an owner. They'll keep you safe. You can come here whenever you want too!"

Ccino wanted to go there, but he didn't want to risk ruining this adorable reunion. He should leave. If Night decides not to return, that'll be alright. Its not like Ccino didn't know how to live without an amazing pet, or emotional support, or-

"Hey! I found your favourite type of fish! The one from that shiny box you gave me! Hang on." A quick dive and an equally speedy return from the red mer scared his kitty. "Pffft, you got scared," a growl emitted from Night. The half skeleton put up his hands defensively, "alright you egotistic and proud cat, you weren't. Don't scratch attack me or no minnow- or whatever the box said this was." He handed out a pile of fresh Minnow to Nightmare before resting his head on his hands on the dock, watching Nightmare eat.

Minnow... That was the flavour of wet food Nightmare preferred. It was funny to think Night brought a can of wet food to the mermaid monster to get more. The cheeky bastard. No wonder he's not slimming down. Though Ccino learned one fact about Night's secret friend. This mermaid knows how to read.

He sighed as Night nudged one back to him "As much as I love to share with you, I already ate. Plus, I prefer Salmon that tiny fry." Night gave him another guttural growl as he scarfed down the fish. "Jeez, fine. I think I should call you Proudy for your demanding nature and anger towards insults." He picked up one fish and swallowed it.

Looking behind at the sea as Night finished the last of the fish, he sighed, "time you go back to your new home, kitten. Your owner must be worried" the red mermaid reminded Night. With a small drop of his tiny head, the mer chuckled lightly, petting Night and taking a look at his belled collar. "Well Night, I'll be waiting as always. Goodbye." And the handsome mer dove back in the ocean.

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The next night was the same as the day (or should he say night) before yesterday. Night didn't return. Killer figured that would happen. He guessed he grew too attached with the once stray cat which didn't fear him like the rest, his bravery and pride is one he looks up to greatly.

He shouldn't stay. After all, Night didn't return- maybe might never... Pushing himself off the edge of the docks, he began to leap into the waters.

That is until he heard a little familiar growl.

Turning back, there he was. Little Night. The little adorable kitty cat with an equally adorable backpack. That was new.

"What's this about, little Night?" He chuckled, letting his hand wander and open the little clasp holding the bag close as Night Nuzzled his phalanges. Inside was a rolled up paper, likely a message.

Being a nosey and curious mer, Killer opened it. As he read it, he was surprised the message was for him!

Dear Mermaid,

My name is Ccino (si-seeno? Keeno? Cheeno? Killer didn't know how to pronounce it). I'm Night's owner. Please do not fret. I promise not to tattle of your existence. It is between Night and me and you. I only want to thank you for keeping this kitty safe. I shall leave a special something every night for you under the docks. Please accept my gratitude.

Ccino.

Looking around, he only saw Night standing with a puffed chest like the proud creature he is. No sign of any human or monster in sight. Deciding to humour the message, he dove under the docks. There was a small crevice where rocks resided, on top of them was a platter with circular white balls.

Picking one up, it was kinda squishy. Giving it a sniff proved it was edible from a fresh fish scent. Killer popped it into his mouth and bit into its chewy surface. The burst of flavour was an instant flood of fresh Salmon. He scarfed down the others, loving them just as equally. He made sure to leave one before reuniting at the docks with the pretty black cat. He pushed the white chewy fish ball to his friend, only to be surprised when he nudged it back.

It became a small back and forth game until Night gave his signature growl, stopping the game as Killer took the fish ball and downed it making the kitty relax in satisfaction.

He laughed. "I guess not all landwalkers are bad. I mean you don't look like you lost your spunk at all!" Petting his friend, glad he wasn't abused and became fearful like the rest. No. Night was brave. Tilting his tiny head upwards like a king on his throne to show he isn't and will never be hurt "a proud creature indeed".

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Day 2 of Fluffynightkiller week

Did this all mid class and during day 1 so the ending looks very rushed. I apologise if it isn't that nice...

Although since its still mermay, I added a smol story with kitty nm and fishy friend killer! No drawing tho. This was a last second idea. Sorry. ^^"

Fluffynightkiller week by @help-im-a-gay-fish

[crystalrose555]

Don't make me slap you pt 25

Trigger warning: Unintentional immolation, attempted immolation 

Despite leaving at the same time with his younger brothers, Mammon was the first to burst through the front doors. He didn’t even have time to breathe when the air was taken out of his lungs by an ear-piercing scream. He felt his bones rattled as he ran toward the source of the drilling shrieks that filled the Lamentation halls. He finally reached Lucifer’s hallway to see the stairway to the attic iced over with jagged icicles but the screams drew him to Lucifer’s destroyed door. 

The entire room was bathed in a blue hue as the fireplace burned brightly the unnatural color. However, what caught Mammon’s attention was the dark shrieking figure on the ground engulfed in the cerulean blaze. Time seemed to have slowed down as he watched Lucifer roughly toss his youngest brother aside and shoved his hand in the fire, pulling out the burning object from the fireplace’s maw. Another second barely passed before Lucifer took off his coat and attempted to suffocate the inflamed item. Mammon, following his elder brother’s lead, ripped the thick covers off the bed and tried to put out the burning Marley who continued to howl ghastly.

He wrapped her tightly in his embrace, feeling her struggle through the cloth. As he exhaled, a heavy fog came out, his skin felt chapped as the intense cold coming from below him. He shivered harshly, looking for any sign of progress but the flame threatened to spark up once again. It wasn’t until Lucifer had finally managed to put out his fire that Mammon’s flame gave up the fight. The screams died out and were replaced with crying and whimpering as Mammon got off and wrapped her tightly in the thick covers.

“C’mon, fuzzball. I gotcha, I gotcha.” Mammon whispered as he lifted her slowly off the ground in his arms.

Marley responded with sharp gasps and groans despite how gentle Mammon was being. She couldn’t bring herself to speak, instead, she offered more tears as she was cradled. Mammon looked down at her and cursed underneath his breath while shaking his head back and forth. Before he could even ask about what happened, the sounds of his brothers arriving filled his head. He quickly moved outside the room to greet the worried siblings.

“What the hell happened here?” Satan asked as he stared at the shattered ice by the attic.

“I don’t know but Belphie’s here.” Mammon quickly answered.

Beel stepped forward with his gaze wide in disbelief.

“Belphie’s here? He’s supposed to be in the human realm.”

“Well, he ain’t, he’s in the room with Lucifer when Marley...”

Levi forced himself to the front of the group, he panted heavily as he looked upon the bundle in Mammon’s arms.

“What happened to her?” He demanded.

“...”

“What happened!?”

Mammon remained silent, thinking about what to say. However, his brothers began to fill in the blanks themselves.

“Belphie didn’t, did he?” Asmo asked quietly with his hand to his mouth.

“Why did you assume Belphie did it?!!” Beel snapped.

“Beel, calm down, I’m just thinking out loud.” Asmo defended.

“Well, stop thinking like that! Belphie wouldn’t do this!”

“And Lucifer would?” Satan questioned while holding his chin.

“What was that!?”

“Think about it, what reason would Lucifer set her on fire?”

“What reason would Belphie!?” Beel growled, baring his fangs in anger.

“Beel, you need to calm down. We are just speculating here.” Satan claimed coldly as his eyes glowed green.

The group went around in circles, getting more and more upset and angry with each word being said. Each bearing their fangs with raised voices that drowned out Marley’s wails, leaving Mammon and her on the sidelines. Finally having enough, Mammon took a deep breath.

“I’m tired of hearing y’all bitchin’! Take care of Marley and I’ll handle Belphie and Lucifer!”

“But Belphie-”

“He ain’t the one cryin’ in my arms right now! So for fuck’s sake, will someone take her from me!?”

For once, Mammon had managed to silence his younger brothers who began to focus on the covered-up Marley. Levi took in a deep breath before carefully taking her from Mammon’s arms. With every adjustment he made, Marley sharply gasped before returning to sobbing. He wanted to hold her closer but he feared he would just make things worse. His first step away was wobbly but he found his footing as he slowly walked past his brothers. Beel, snapping out of it, tried to offer a hand only to get a cold glare from passing brother. Satan sighed heavily and gently patted Beel’s shoulder before walking after the third eldest. Beel hung his head low before looking back shyly at Mammon. Seeing the anguish in his face, Mammon gave a small smile with a quiet sigh.

“Don’t worry, big buy. I’ll let y’all know as soon as I get the details.”

Beel paused for a moment before Asmo placed his hand on his arm, giving him a gentle smile as well. Beel gave an understanding nod before slowly walking away. Asmo followed close behind, placing his hand on Beel’s broad back. Once the hallway was cleared, Mammon ran his hand through his hair as he returned to the room where Belphie and Lucifer remained silent and still. Lucifer slowly rose to his feet while grabbing his coat off the floor along with the smoldering pelt. 

Carefully, he wrapped the burnt fur in his coat and held it closely before looking at Belphie who was slumped against the wall he was thrown to. He rested his arms on his knees while his once burning eyes were now dulling in the absence of fire. Mammon sighed heavily before going into his back pocket and pulling out his smoke case. In a smooth motion, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long draw. Sighing again, the smoke left his mouth and filled the room with its strong odor.

“Oi, so who wants to start talkin’ first?”

[flashed-photography-014]

Okay sure, was it wrong of me to join a pack of wolves and steal garbage because my family annoyed me slightly? Probably, yeah.

I don't even think the wolves liked me very much, I knew this fucking fuzzballs would backstab me and kick me out of the family because I wasn't pissing on any trees. Maybe I like my family, they don't expect ME to piss on trees (mostly because almost all of us are physically incapable of doing that).

At least I got some pretty good shots. Sure, the vat of cola stained my Garfield halves and my exe's scarf brown but that's just the luck of the draw.

I'm tired.

[jaskierswolf]

The Howling of Wolves pt.1/3

Summary: After wintering with the witchers at Kaer Morhen, Geralt and Jaskier are back on the road. Only it appears someone has taken notice of Geralt's strange string of companions. Jaskier finds himself in trouble and it's up to the wolf pack to save him before it's too late.

TW for the whole story: Angst with happy ending, kidnapping, mentioned previous child abuse, mentioned torture (but off page), Major character injury and recovery, canon typical violence

Previous Stories - Shifter!Jask AU

Jaskier was bored. Geralt had gone out to hunt a werewolf and Jaskier hadn’t really felt like joining him. He found hunts for werewolves a little too close to home but he understood why Geralt was asked to hunt them. Werewolves were very rarely in control of themselves when they turned. They became overwhelmed with bloodlust and rage when they got too close to humans.

Still.

Jaskier couldn’t help but feel sorry for those he viewed as a sort of cousin. Geralt tried his best to cure the werewolves of their lycanthropy when they wanted it, and he would avoid killing them at all costs. Jaskier had been thrilled to learn this had been the case even before Geralt had met Jaskier.

Jaskier smiled soppily at the thought of his friend and lover as he adjusted the peg on his lute. One of the strings had snapped the night before whilst he’d been playing and left him with a rather nasty slice to his palm. Luckily he healed faster than your average human so the wound hadn’t bothered him all that much but changing his lute strings was always a fiddly inconvenience.

He sighed as he plucked the string, testing it against the others until he was satisfied that it was all tuned correctly. He strummed the strings one last time to check the intervals between the notes. The chord rang out in the small tavern room that he shared with Geralt. He smiled and then dampened the sound with the palm of his hand and put his lute away.

The good people of this settlement only knew Jaskier as the bard that travelled with Geralt. They hadn’t yet met Mister Fuzzball or Dandelion the dog so Jaskier had played a set before and after his dinner and then retired to his room after the string had snapped. He had hoped that Geralt would have returned at some point during the night but he’d woken up just as alone as he had the night before.

“Stupid witcher.” He grumbled to himself. “Should have left with Lambert or Eskel. Serves him right for taking too long.”

He sighed.

That wasn’t fair. He knew it wasn’t but it was easier to be grumpy at Geralt than to consider the fact that his partner had been injured whilst he wasn’t there to help.

That and he was lonely.

After a whole three months of being hauled up at Kaer Morhen with a whole pack of witchers and not a moment alone, he was finding the silence disturbing, and he missed the others.

At least he still had Geralt. The silver-haired witcher and love of his life didn’t appear to be getting sick of him yet which was, in itself, nothing short of a miracle. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d anyone who’d stuck around for so long. Apart from maybe his nurse as a child, but then his parents had been paying Lila so did she really count?

He frowned.

Of course she counted. She’d been his only friend in that godforsaken castle. He was just being sad and dramatic.

“Right. Breakfast.” He muttered and ran a hand through his hair. “Come on, Jask. Stop moping about.”

And maybe Geralt would be waiting for him downstairs.

That thought put a smile on his face so he pulled on his shimmering turquoise doublet and made a half-hearted attempted to do it up before heading downstairs. He took the steps two at a time, not caring that he was only setting himself up for disappointment. He had hope and he was clinging onto it like a dog with a bone, and he would know about that.

He’d never quite understood the bone cravings he had when he was a dog but like most things about his animal forms, he didn’t really question it.

He stopped, frozen solid, when he reached the bottom step and his eyes spotted a familiar figure in the corner.

Geralt.

With a coppery coloured ferret sat on the table in front of him. 

Jaskier gaped at the sight. That imposter didn’t even look anything like him!! Geralt was seemingly talking to the ferret and was so focussed on the creature that he didn’t notice Jaskier sneaking around the outside of the room until he could hear what his witcher was saying.

“Would you stop biting me?” Geralt rolled his eyes and poked the ferret on his head between the ears.

Jaskier. Was. Offended!

Yes the slithering bastard had blue eyes which was strange in normal ferrets but that didn’t look anything like his ferret form!

He snorted and crossed his arms.

The sound finally drew the attention of Geralt who stared at him with a furrowed brow and then looked back at the ferret on the table.

“You’re not Jaskier.” He said rather bluntly to the ferret. It chattered and bit Geralt’s hand, enough to draw blood.

“Shit.” Geralt cursed and pulled his hand away sharply before picking the creature up by the scruff of its neck and dumping it on the floor.

Jaskier tilted his head at his partner and smirked. “Hello Geralt.”

Geralt swore again and pressed his palm to his forehead. “Jaskier.”

Jaskier licked his lips and flicked his fringe from his eyes. At least Geralt had the decency to look ashamed of his mistake. “Making friends are we?” He let out a peal of laughter as the absurdity of the situation of the situation hit him.

“Shut up.” Geralt grumbled and stared unrelentingly at his drink.

Jaskier grinned and slid down onto the bench next to Geralt. He leant against the witcher and pulled the drink away from him.

“Get your own.” Geralt tried to pull it back and ale slopped over the edge of the tankard.

“Oi!” Jaskier shook his hands, droplets flying onto the table, then he grinned and smeared the ale down Geralt’s face.

“Jaskier!” Geralt growled.

Jaskier pouted and kissed Geralt’s cheek. “Yes, dearest?”

“Fuck off.”

Jaskier rolled his eyes. “Fuck off.” He mimicked his partner’s gruff voice and then patted the witcher on the shoulder. “You, sir, are just grumpy because I caught you talking to a ferret, which, I might add, looked nothing like me.”

“He was brown and had blue eyes. It looked exactly like you.” Geralt snapped.

Jaskier smirked and cupped his witcher’s face. “I’m sorry for laughing, love, but you have to admit it is amusing.”

Geralt’s frown softened and his leant into Jaskier’s touch. “Just don’t tell Lambert.” He mumbled.

Jaskier pressed his lips to Geralt’s forehead and grinned. “No promises!” He jumped and ran from the tavern before Geralt could catch him.

“Jaskier!” He heard Geralt’s shout from behind him.

He laughed gaily as he ran from the witcher. He wasn’t in any serious danger from Geralt, that would be ridiculous but Geralt was not above wrestling him to the ground and tickling him.

And he was fucking ticklish.

Of course, if he’d stayed put in then Geralt probably wouldn’t have acted. Around other people he still acted like the stoic witcher that everyone else seemed to think he was. Jaskier scoffed. Perhaps it was because of his animal side but Geralt had always been more than that to Jaskier. He’d been so desperate for the soft affection from the cat he’d met on the fence and allowed Jaskier to travel with him for weeks as a variety of animals. Geralt had been aching for companionship.

How anyone could think he was an unfeeling monster was beyond Jaskier, then again people would think he was a monster too if they knew what he really was.

There was a sharp pain in his neck and Jaskier reached up with his hand. HIs finger tips brushed against a feather. He pulled at the dart and peered at it carefully.

“Fuck.” He grumbled and tried to shift but he couldn’t. His magic was trapped. “Oh no, no no no.” He closed his eyes and tried harder but it was useless. He was useless and his muscles were getting heavier. “Geralt!” He called but his voice was weak already.

He stumbled and fell against a tree. It would be ok. Geralt would chase him, he always did. Even if Jaskier fell unconscious then he wouldn’t be taken. Geralt would make sure of it.

“Geralt…” He mumbled as his vision started to darken around the edges. He hugged the tree as he knees buckled. Whatever was in the dart was acting quickly, the effect it had on his magic was troubling. Whoever was attacking him knew.

“Bollocks.” He slurred as he fell to the ground.

_________

Geralt snarled at the human in front of him. No sooner had Jaskier taken off than Geralt had been cornered by a snivelling scholar who was begging him to take a contract. Geralt had tried to decline politely, or at very least postpone until he could get Jaskier back. He knew the shifter would be wondering where he was, he always followed Jaskier when he ran off like this. It was a sort of game, Jaskier liked to lure Geralt into the light especially when he was being moody and Geralt had a habit of forgetting how to enjoy himself.

He was getting better at that with Jaskier’s help.

“Please, witcher.” The man grabbed onto his hand.

Geralt pulled away with more force than necessary. “I said no. Now excuse me, I have to find my bard.”

To Geralt’s surprise the man laughed. “Oh you won’t find him.”

Geralt spun round and glared at the man who was no longer a snivelling mess. He’d straighten up and was now smiling a sinister grin that made Geralt’s blood run cold.

“What the fuck?” He looked back at the door. “Fuck! Jaskier!” He ignored the man in favour for charging after his partner, but sure enough Jaskier was nowhere to be seen.

Geralt focused his senses to search for Jaskier’s footsteps running away from the tavern. Geralt pulled his sword from its scabbard and followed the light-footed prints in the dirt until something else drew his attention. There was a bright blue and green feather on the floor by the edge of the trees and he caught a whiff of Jaskier’s chamomile scent pressed against the bark. He sniffed again to be sure. He could almost see Jaskier’s form pressed up against the tree, on the floor were scuff marks around the feather. Something, or someone, had been dragged. The feather had almost been buried in the dirt.

Geralt reached down to pick it up, the tip was glistening and had been coated in some kind of poison.

“Fuck.” Geralt said again. “Why didn’t you fight back?” Geralt asked Jaskier as if he were still here. “Unless the poison stopped you from shifting…” He considered, “but no one else knows.”

“That’s where you’re wrong witcher.” The man from before laughed and Geralt saw red.

He had the man pressed against the tree and his sword to his throat before the man could even blink. “What have you done with him?” Geralt growled. “I swear to all the gods, if you’ve hurt him.”

“Not I.”

Geralt pushed the blade harder against the man’s neck until a bead of blood oozed under the edge of his sword. “I would be very careful about your next words.”

“Your bard got careless, witcher.” The man mumbled. He didn’t even smell of fear which was not a good sign.

Geralt stayed silent and narrowed his eyes at the man.

“We’ve been trying to find him for years but there wasn’t a trace. Changing his name was clever, but recently there’s been reports of a witcher that sometimes travels with a cat, sometimes with a dog that can turn into a wolf, mutant witcher dogs?” The man scoffed. “Does anyone actually buy that shit?”

“Don’t change the subject.” Geralt growled.

“And sometimes you travel with a bard.” The man finished with a serene smile. “Young Julian always did love poetry and music.”

Geralt scowled. “Julian?”

The man laughed. “He never told you his true name? Oh and I thought he cared.”

Geralt snapped. His blade slashed and blood splattered and the man crumpled to the ground.

“Fuck!” 

_____

Next

[thegalleonsnest]

Wiggle’s Muse - Short Excerpt turned into a FanFic

Yo, so, I wanted to share a small snippet of a future project I’m working on (while also delaying my current art projects). What I’ve written out here in this post was originally in a format not meant for professional writing purposes, but I said “eh, why the hell not,” and written it out in sort of a short fanfic format for you guys to read. This project btw, is not a fanfic (had to make that clear). What I am working on is a very large scale project for myself and is still in the blocking out/rough draft phases. This right here is probably my most fleshed out scene I’ve written out, and feels pretty complete as it’s own thing. Honestly, I’d appreciate the feedback if any of ya’ll found this interesting! 

Also I’m putting this in a tumblr post because I don’t have an AO3 or fanfiction account, and this is already too short for it anyway. Read the excerpt below

In front of the camera lenses, multiple grumpuses walk back and forth discussing a matter of topics but most importantly, where was Wiggle?

"Has anyone gotten ahold of Wiggle yet? She was supposed to be here hours ago,” a gruff voice coming from out of frame says. “We’ve tried calling her for over an hour, but we got nothing,” says another off camera, “do you think we should reschedule-” before they could finish, the studio doors bust open with a loud thud echoing the studio room. A tall, short armed grumpus with a boa stumbles along the room carrying an oddly shaped banjo.

“There she is,” said the gruff voiced grump, “Wiggle, whatever you got going on, you better do it now cause we got a meeting with investors in half an hour!” From the blurry view of a slightly out of frame Wiggle, she barely registered what the grump said. In a stumble, she walks to the center of the camera’s view & shakes her head, almost slurring her words, “Doooon’t worry, Darling, we’ll get you a new vest later.” “What, no, wait, that’s not what I-” before another word could be said, Wiggle readies her banjo and strikes a quick pose before strumming the strings like her life depended on it.

It didn’t take longer than a few seconds before the crew sprung into action, setting the proper lightning, mics and cameras around her. Her rhythm and measures became a lot more stable, catchy even, and then she broke into song. The next set of lyrics would become an instant, regrettable classic. 

It’s not long before the VHS tape stutters and stops, showing mostly static. A magenta furred Grumpus with some hair covering a part of eye, hits the eject button, takes out the tape and turns off the tv. “Girl, you were a right mess there!” She said with a giggle. “Tell me about it, Vrittany...” Wiggle said frustratingly, pinching the bridge of her nose. “And you’re telling me you can’t come up with anything better than that? Come on now!” “I wish I was lying, but I’m not. No matter what I come up with, nothing is topping whatever the heck my walking coma came up with instead!” Wiggle grabs her mug of coffee and takes a longing sip.

The two sit across from one another at the coffee bar. The aroma of that day’s set of cocoa beans waft through the cafe as most of the outside lamps fill out the darker spots inside. The place is nearly empty besides them, and a single muted green furred occupant sitting at a booth at the opposite end of the cafe, drawing away in his sketchpad.

“So, whatcha gonna do?” Vrittany asked sarcastically, “Stay awake for another week? Get inspired again? Hehe.” Wiggle sets her mug down, and answers, “I did try that again, but in style I fell asleep comfortably on a couch in the lobby”. Vrittany looked a bit stunned. “You’re kidding?! You’re crazy!” “Not crazy, Vrittany,” she takes another sip of her coffee before striking a pose in her high stool seat, bellowing out her voice. “Just creatiiiivly driveeeen~” “Whatever you say, darling,” Vrittany says before turning around to her bar’s sink. She cleans several mugs and glasses with gusto while preparing one last pot of coffee, enough for a single cup for later.

Vrittany takes off her apron and hangs it on the wayside of the counter as she walks around to take a seat next to Wiggle. After situating herself, she puts a paw on Wiggle’s shoulder. “Listen, pretty sure this is just a rut you’re stuck in right now,” she says. “Doesn’t every artist go through that every now and then?” Wiggle turns her head toward Vrittany, “Well..yeah, but this is different,” she desperately says. “I can’t let a song I made in my sleep be the best thing I’ve ever made! I know I can make something that’ll shake the world more than whatever ‘Do The Wiggle’ was.” 

Vrittany pulls back her paw from Wiggle to put on her best thinking cap. As deeply in thought as she was, her face immediately relaxes into a deadpan expression, “Have ya tried singing from the heart?” Wiggle cracks a smile, “HA, if only that’s how it works! It takes a musical genius to write a hit song in show biz, not just some field day with my feelings.” “Eh, worth a shot. Got any other plans?” “I’m still trying to figure that out. I need some kind of inspiration...almost like a-”

Before she could finish her thought, they both caught a glance at the muted green furred grump who walked up to them. He mustered up the words and said, “E-excuse me, you’re Miss Wiggle, right?” Wiggle turned in her seat to get a better look at the young Grumpus. She could tell he was nervous, clutching his sketchbook in his arms rather tightly. She quickly put on a more relaxed front to help calm things down, while also still showing off a bit of her excited side. “Why yes I am, Darling,” she said enthusiastically. “And I can tell you must be a fan of mine.” “Y-yeah...!” The green grump looked a little more relaxed, but still stiff in the shoulders. “Hey now, no need to be so nervous. I always got time for my fans.” “Thank you, Miss Wiggle. Um…” “No need to finish that thought, Darling, I know what you’re about to ask and I’m happy to oblige!”

Before the young man could stop to say something, Wiggle pulls out one of her many professional hand out photos that she has, and quickly signs with her autograph before handing it to him. “O-Oh, thank you, Miss, but that’s not what I was going to s-say.” he sheepishly says. “Really? Not an autograph,” Wiggle says surprisingly. “It’s usually the first thing fans ask of me.” “Sorry, I just...I wanted to show you this sketch I made…” 

The nervous grumpus slowly turns his sketchbook around to reveal a fully sketched art piece depicting a stylized Wiggle singing her heart out at the bar with Vrittany hanging out in the background cheering her on. He hands it to Wiggle to give them a closer look. It was still somewhat messy, showing a few guidelines and early roughed out shapes, but for what it was, it was still impressive to the two girls.

“Woah, that’s pretty rad!” Vrittany yelled out, leaning out from her seat trying to get a closer look. Wiggle was pretty stun, gasping at the sight of such a piece of artwork. “Darling, you drew this?! Just now,” Wiggle asked in awe. “Yeah! I was listening to some of your music and then you came in and sat down. It made me wanna draw you as fast as I could,” the green grumps says excitedly before rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry if it’s still a little messy looking though…” “Don’t be, because it is beeeaautifuuul~” “T-thank you so much, Miss Wiggle! T-that means a lot to m-me!” the grumpus says while his face lights up red from the praise. “You’re like an inspiration to me.” “Really now? Like a muse? All I do is sing the night away, Darling. You draw little masterpieces like this from me?”

As Wiggle continues to be enthralled by the young man and his work, Vrittany notices the coffee pot had finished brewing. She gets up from her seat and go back behind the counter to finish her last cup for the night. Wiggle and the green grump continue their conversation.

“W-well kind of,” says the grump, “it’s a bunch of music that inspires me when I draw. A lot of your stuff is so upbeat and fun, it gives me lots of different ideas to pump out!” Wiggle looks back, almost flabbergasted. “I’m...honestly a bit stunned that I had that kind of impact on you, Darling,” she says, almost with a melancholy tone, “...heh, kind of forget sometimes I do make some kind of impression on grumps like you.” She looks back down at the sketchbook, entranced by the creativity that sparked in the moment. That dazzling moment where it all clicked...where could she find that, when someone else can find it in her?

After an awkward minute of silence, the young grump spoke up and said, “If you like, you can keep the sketch page, Miss Wiggle?” Wiggle snapped her head back up from the sketchbook to the green fuzzball. “W-wait really? Are you sure you wanna give up this piece of art?” said Wiggle worryingly. “It’s no problem at all,” said the green grump proudly. “I already took a picture of it to save for later. I’m gonna make a painted version of it online later! Besides, it’ll make me happy if you kept it, since I was going to give it to you anyway.” “Oh Darling, you’re nothing more than a sweet one now, aren’t you? I’ll gladly keep it!” “Thank you so much, Miss Wiggle!”

Wiggle hands the sketchbook back to the green grumpus and he tears out the sketch. “No, Darling, thank you,” Wiggle says ecstatically. Vrittany returns from behind the bar with a to-go cup in hand, saying “Here’s your order, kid.”  “Oh, thank you, Vrittany. How much was it again,” the green grump asked. “Eh, don’t worry about it. Don’t feel like counting change. It’s on the house.” “O-oh you sure?” “You wanna change my mind?” “Don’t think I can, so thank you!” The green grump turns back to Wiggle and says “It was so nice meeting you in person, Miss Wiggle!”

“The pleasure is all mine, Dar-,” Wiggle catches herself before she realizes something. “Actually, what was your name?” “It’s Grite, Grite Tillsland!” Wiggle lets a genuine soft smile grow on her face. She felt a lot more at ease and happier knowing her new friend was much more relax and happy overall. She reached out her paw for a handshake, and Grite reciprocated.

“The pleasure’s mine, Grite, Darling.”

[lollytea]

Hi can you do louie and ty fuff plzzz:)):)

“Ok ok ok, I got this! I totally got this! Just gonna waltz into the room, take control of the situation, y’know? It’ll be a snap! And then I’ll just--”

“Dammit, Louie! Come back here!”

Louie was currently walking hasty circles around their living room, carding his fingers through his hair and erratically gesturing with his hands as he insistently talked himself into a state of confidence.

Ty was at his heels, wielding a lint roller.

“Then I’ll wow them! I’ll work my charm, just like I always do. Silver tongue never failed me before,”

“I disagree.” Said Ty flatly, as he finally caught hold of Louie’s hand and steered him around to face him. “Now stand still. You keep gettin’ all nervous and pacing around.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Your hand is real sweaty.”

“Simply cannot be helped. A big handsome man just cradled it tenderly.”

“Shut up and T-pose.”

Louie blinked, cocking his head vacantly at his boyfriend. “What?”

Ty made an impatient noise. “Just do it.”

He did as told, his shaking nerves forgotten with the his sudden twang of confusion. But then Ty was dragging the lint roller up and down his outstretched arms and it made sense.

“I know this is your first real meeting and your big chance to get into the business world and all that.” He was saying as he worked. “I know you’re all worried, overthinking how you’re supposed to act. I get that you’re a little all over the place. But here’s the thing,” 

Meeting his eyes, Ty pressed his fingertips against Louie’s cheek and said with feather-soft gentleness “Your blazer looks like shit.”

Louie squawked indignantly but Ty’s gaze had returned to the task at hand. 

“It does not!”

“You look like you were rolling around in a cat’s bed, how did this even happen?” 

“I never even noticed. It can’t look that bad.”

“Course ya never noticed. You were too busy thinking about how you were gonna act, you forgot all about how you looked. Don’t ya know presentation means everything, Lou?”

“Looked okay this morning.” He mumbled, looking down at himself and realizing that yes, his sleek black blazer was overlaid with fuzzy little white tufts. 

“Not surprised.” The lint roller was now travelling down his chest. “You dressed yourself before the sun even came up. Didn’t really get a good look in the mirror. Speaking of which, you got up so early that you’re probably gonna be beat by the time you get home. We’ll have an early dinner and then you can go night night. Okay?”

Louie hummed, a distant sound. 

“....Louie?” 

Ty’s brow scrunched and the look in his eye, brimming with concern had Louie’s confident act crumbling instantaneously. 

“Do you think they’re actually gonna like me? The board, I mean? I hear they’re pretty rough on newcomers.”

Ty answered at once.  

“Yeah, I do. You’re pretty likeable. Unless you’re in a mood where you’re like “I’m Louie and I’m evil! Blahhh!” Then you’re kinda a nightmare.”

Louie snorted and Ty’s lip twitched. He was obviously trying to make him laugh and a piece of Louie’s mind noted how sweet it was. Too bad all the other pieces were too preoccupied with all the hypothetical scenarios that could make this meeting go horribly horribly wrong. 

“Okay.” Said Ty. His voice kept Louie tethered to the present and not spiraling inside his own head. “I got it all off, I think. You look presentable.” He dusted Louie off.

Louie grabbed the hand and clutched it between both of his own. “But do I look handsome~?” He asked in an exaggeratedly flirty tone. “That’s the real question, Tiberius.”

Ty raised an eyebrow, amused. “Well, I dunno if you’re gonna be the most handsome person there. I haven’t seen any of the rest of them.”

Louie’s beak pursed, eyes narrowing. “That is not the correct answer.”

Ty laughed at his look. “You’re the handsomest I swear. Here, look,”

He tapped his lint roller against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I dub thee Llewellyn the Handsome and Charmer of boring old business guys.” 

“Do I get a crown?”

“Do you think I can afford one? How does a plastic princess tiara from the dollar store sound?” 

“Honestly, I think I could pull it off.”

“You could. Anyway, c’mere I gotta fix this tie.”

“Woah, woah. Nonono, it’s supposed to be like this.”

“What, all loose and sloppy lookin’?”

“It’s all a part of the image I’m going for. Louie Duck; professional yet devil-may-care. It’s all to do with The Brand™, Tiberius.”

“Well, here’s the problem with that, Llewellyn; you haven’t proved yourself to these people yet. They’re not looking for devil-may-care in an employee.” He was prattling on, undoing Louie’s tie and looping it up properly. “You gotta wait until you’ve climbed your way up the corporate ladder and they can’t afford to get rid of you. Then you get to start using your Brand™.”

“Y’know, babe, I think I know what I’m doing when it comes to business and I think this look would really--”

Ty had popped Louie’s chin upwards and pecked him on the tip of the beak. Drawing his face back to look at him, Ty tilted his head, a bright grin stretching across his face. The corners of his eyes crinkled and Louie lost his breath momentarily.

“-- But then again, you’re known to be right about stuff every once in a while so maybe this is one of those times.” He continued, still a little trapped in Ty’s dark eyes and would probably continue to be if his boyfriend didn’t redirect his gaze. 

Ty finished preening Louie with one last smooth-down of his green dress shirt and took a step back to give him a look-over. He gave a sharp nod of approval. 

“You’re ready to go.”

Louie opened his beak. 

“And you look very handsome.”

He clamped it shut again.

Just as Louie was preparing to head out the door, mumbling his pre-prepared lines under his breath and trying to curb his fretting, Ty called out to him.

“Wait, wait, just one second,”

He came jogging up with his lint roller in hand. Louie watched with a raised eyebrow as he plucked off a teeny tiny fuzzball, set it on the pad of his index finger and offered it to him. 

Maybe a decade ago, Louie would’ve stared at him like he had lost his mind. But he had been with this goof for long enough to not be surprised by anything. He only sighed, giving him a neutral look as he waited for his boyfriend to elaborate. 

Ty smiled. “Make a wish.” 

His smile was contagious.

“This is stupid,” Said a grinning Louie but he took a deep inhale and blew the fuzzball away, wishing for luck at this godforsaken meeting.

Ty gazed at his finger where it had once been, like a lost lenore before raising his gaze to Louie and whispered solemnly “Fluff.”

Louie had to laugh, something about Ty’s utterly stoic expression paired with such ridiculousness shot a giggle right out of his throat. 

“Fluff.” He responded, attempting to mirror his seriousness but failing miserably. 

He was still laughing as he reached his meeting, wondering where exactly his nerves had gone.