#nest bling

[usgsbiml]

The Case of Excessive Wasp Bling. OK, there is something about metallic insects that is so attractively unsubtle. Even though I have several other pictures of Chrysidid wasps like this one, I can't help but have another taken. So, there you go. Ponder while reveling in all this metallic armor, why be so conspicuous if your m.o. is to invade other wasp and bee nests? At least to humans. Perhaps it is just a thumbed nose, a statement of obvious inedibility. Photo by Anders Croft. ~~{{{{{{0}}}}}}~~

All photographs are public domain, feel free to download and use as you wish.

Photography Information: Canon Mark II 5D, Zerene Stacker, Stackshot Sled, 65mm Canon MP-E 1-5X macro lens, Twin Macro Flash in Styrofoam Cooler, F5.0, ISO 100, Shutter Speed 200

We Are Made One with What We Touch and See

We are resolved into the supreme air, We are made one with what we touch and see, With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair, With our young lives each spring impassioned tree Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change. - Oscar Wilde

[robot-roadtrip-rants]

Ultramarines are a very popular first-time breed, and for good reason. They are tidy, efficient, easily trained, naturally obedient, and are one of the friendlier breeds. Unfortunately, they are also one of the more expensive breeds to keep due to their deep-seated need for bling.

Ultramarines LOVE bling. Wild Ultramarines will decorate their nests with statues of their pack leaders and scavenge for shiny metal to gild their armor. You may recall the Siege of '92 when a park's ornate railings, broad pavilions, and equestrian statues attracted a whole company of feral Ultramarines, who claimed it "for Ultramar" and drove off the visitors so they could build a nest. Astartes experts theorize that Ultramarines use bling to establish status and attract mates.

New owners should be prepared to purchase at least one marble sculpture and several gilded items for their Ultramarine's enclosure. They should also award him with medals and other decorations for his armor and weaponry. Upkeep is easy--as long as the owner provides their Ultramarine with sufficient supplies, he will clean and maintain his bling without prompting. Indeed, some Ultramarines find bling cleaning to be a calming activity.

Failing to invest in bling will cause a rapid downturn in mood. Initially, the blingless Ultramarine will vocalize frequently about "shame" and "dishonor" to express his distress. If the situation is not amended, he can become lethargic and withdrawn and may even grow a beard. Alternatively, he may become increasingly aggressive as he seeks to find or earn more bling. If an Ultramarine begins showing these signs, it is highly imperative for an owner to purchase more decorations for his enclosure, and to frequently assure him of his honor.

[ncillary]

Self Aware AU (Caleb)

Summary: You have the lowest Affinity with Caleb. The reason is because you hated him. Once. You hated yourself more as you, MC, were the cause his wings clipped, grounded. He should soar freely in the sky among clouds. You want him to forget about MC. Forget all the pain and the intense spiralling he went through much worse than the black hole he made. You will create his safe haven this time.

Note: Japanese dub, English sub

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Masterlist Self Aware AU

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Day two of maintenance

"There's a whole nest behind the boxes???"

"Yeah, you're right. I'm glad my staff won't be here for a week. Got to air the store out."

The night rolling in. You were drying your hair as you sat at the sofa, finally got the time to properly log into the game.

"Hey, Caleb. Just let me finish the Daily Task. Tomorrow's going to be another busy day."

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Day four of maintenance

*Cough* *Cough*

"Ah, I'm sorry for bothering your work. I was just curious. I'll be stepping back now."

"So that's where that thing had been missing. Hahaha... Thanks for finding it."

"Thank you for coming. I'll be seeing you guys in another six months for the follow up service, right?"

The staff smiled and bowed as you did the same before locking the door. Climbing up the stairs, you went straight to the nice looking couch. The phone that had been warming up in your pocket could finally breathe. Familiar music played.

"Hey, Caleb. Just Daily again. Nite~"

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Day five of maintenance

"The first toilet is between those bookshelves. The second toilet is in the Male Staff room and the third one in the Female Staff room."

*Bling*

"Hello? Oh. Wrong phone. Oh. Stamina. Thanks, Caleb. Right. I haven't eaten lunch yet."

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Day seven of maintenance

"Yes. Those lights sometimes flickered. Is everything alright? Need a change? Okay then. Proceed with it. Please check other lights too. Thank you."

"The plugs are all in good condition. Thank goodness."

It was a routine now for you to lounge around in the living room with the game before you went to sleep.

*Yawn*

Chuckling, "Changing career from pilot to baker, huh. Nice cake top hat, by the way."

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Day nine of maintenance

"Thank you for your hard work. Have a nice day."

You waved off towards the worker in gratefulness then you stepped inside your store.

You started cleaning some of the spots after the workers. The messiest you saw. Other spots would be done another day. Maybe you'd take your staff's offer to help.

You shook your head as you climbed the stairs to your apartment.

"It's better to let them work on a work day. I'll schedule a major clean up once the vacation is over."

You let out a long exhaled as you walked into your humble abode. It was tiring but at least everything was done.

Once you finished showering, you launched yourself heavily on the couch. It was the best couch to catch your tired body in its embrace.

The game was loading it's usual screen then flickered to the familiar face. You gave small smile.

"Hey, apple core. Cheer me up, will ya'. I'm sleepy but I need to complete the Daily Task."

You commented loosely before quickly getting with the tasks and done in just under three minutes.

He was standing there in the cafe as if waiting for you to finish up.

"Nite~ Caleb~" You drawled your words with a smile before exiting and slept with the phone on your stomach.

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"You've worked hard. Rest. If only I could be there with you."

His hand was cupping on a spot where your cheek was there a second ago.

"Sweet dreams, my navigator."

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After ten satisfying days of overseeing the long-awaited maintenance on your precious building, your bookstore was up and about in no time. It just needed a new breath of decoration to celebrate the refurbished form of it.

Your staff was excited to step into the familiar threshold but in a better condition. They also suggested a lot of things to improve the interior design since cleaning was due after the maintenance.

After two weeks of closing the store, you were brimming with joy as you stood outside it. Your staff had told you to wait outside for their finishing touch.

*TRING* *DLING*

"Welcome, miss. May we entice you with our bookstore?"

Two staff opened the door for you and one of them acted as the host for you. Chuckling, you stepped into the building. You looked around but it was the same as how you all had decorated together. Confused, you turned to them.

They stopped giggling before pointing above you. You gasped. It was a swirling of the galaxy and probably the Milky Way. Some of the planets were in 3D form, dangling in its place by the solar system. The sun was depicted by the embedded ceiling light of the store with design around it to make it stand out from other lights.

They showed you around the extra work they did for the interior part. Tomorrow, the store will finally open for customers. It felt like a grand opening all over again.

"I heard flowers start to fully bloom today."

"You need to see it, Miss."

Your staff said to you before they went back home. The hint was too clear to not miss. You chuckled. After locking the front door, you went deeper into the building.

Stopping in front of the wall, you admired the painting created by your late grandfather. On the left, it was a painting of a tree with swings attached to it. Calm and gentle. On the right, it was a painting of a flower batched. You didn't know what it was called but you do know it smells soothing to you since forever.

Hand touching the long wooden stick under the paintings, sliding it slightly away from the middle. The creaking was barely audible as it opened somewhere. The depiction of the paintings was what you saw as the scenery was basked in the sunlight.

The secret door leading to the garden you had meticulously cared for, taking in your grandfather's footsteps. The familiar scent embraced you. Then, a new addition made you stare at it since it blended so well with the garden.

A hammock.

You walked to it. Caressing it. It looks like your staff left you a comfort gift whenever you hang out in the garden. You smiled gratefully to their surprise.

*BLING*

Your focus turned to your phone. The usual Stamina reminder from none other than your companion these past few days, you noticed. Logging in, you saw him sitting on the sofa. His not so subtle innocent boyish smile hiding behind the book he read. You quickly tapped the Claim button and met him back at the cafe.

"Didn't I decided to have low Affinity with you? Maybe I should deselect you from the choices."

You exited.

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He blinked. Temporary stunned by her words.

"That won't do."

He closed the book. Face determined as he got up.

His mind was gearing together to form plans.

"I need to find a way to get to her." He smirked.

He'll build up a connection with her bits by bits.

Rome wasn't built in a day after all.

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*Bling*

You blinked in confusion.

"I mean... I know he has a separation issue with MC but... what's with him appearing everywhere?"

You looked at the notification. Caleb had conquered your notification reminder these past few days regarding anything about the game.

Incomplete Daily Tasks.

Redeem Stamina Supply. Both time.

Message alert of how he was missing you... MC.

Previously, different boys appeared when the notification reminded you. One might appear twice but not ALL the time like him right now.

"Huh... The new updates must have caused a few bugs since it was a load of updates in one go. Some fans shared that the plum tree was inside the photobooth. There are also missing lanterns and different coloured accessories."

You chuckled as you remembered them.

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He was grinning as today's plan worked well too.

"Should I push my luck a bit?"

Hesitation was definitely eating at him but excitement made him decide to test something out.

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"What in the... What happened to my Daily?"

Each one of the tasks showed that it was done, even the ones that you hadn't even begun yet. You only need 10 points to reach the usual 100. The unbelievable stare of yours noticed one particular task left to do.

"Ah... Deepspace Trials. I guess that's doable..."

You pursed your lips. Today was Zayne and Caleb's turn. But somehow, Zayne's Trial remained unlit. Leaving Caleb as the only available Trial to play. Getting 300 Affinity after each Battle made you avoid Caleb's Trial like a plague.

"Oh well... I'm lazy right now to care about reporting this. Maybe it'll settle on its own before it's over."

You shrugged.

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He hummed as the smile playing on his lips.

"Let's see how long you'll be able to ignore it, pip-squeak."

Patience is a virtue.

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It was late evening and you were restless.

You grumbled, "Okay. That's it. No way I'm just going to sit still and waste my Daily Task like this. I'll show the game bug that it messes with the wrooong person right now."

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*CLICK-BANG*

"Seriously, Flapple... quit it!"

Your focus on the battle was not a hundred percent. It was slowly deterring towards your companion who apparently had the gal to babble at you while flapping around you. Clinging to you. Well... the MC.

"Pip-squeak, focus shooting at two o'clock."

"Let me clear the left flank."

"Wait. Wait. Don't move too far."

*ELIMINATED*

"You've grown so much, pip-squeak."

*Tring* *_300_*

You sighed as you put the phone down. How are you so tired after only one battle?

"Is he always THIS talkative in battle? Or is this one of his perks in Trials? What a load of fanservice."

You got up to recharge yourself. The phone was still in your hold as you reached the kitchen, letting it propped up somewhere safe but still within view. You kinda want a company this evening for your early dinner.

But, of course, you won't be using Quality Time with him. Instead, you opted to see him lounging around in the cafe, more leisure than Work or Study.

Definitely NOT Workout.

You shivered.

Let's change your focus to something else.

Right.

Food.

Spaghetti meatballs sound nice and simple to prepared.

Boil the spaghetti.

Boil the tomatoes.

Put some meatballs in the oven with some sauce and butter scattered.

Mashed the boiled tomatoes in the pan with a few bayleaf and spices along with a few scoops of water taken from the spaghetti pot.

Some accidentally plooped on your hand from being mashed a little stronger than others. You flinched away from the pan in reflex.

"Yikes!"

"Careful!"

You froze. The room was tense. You scooted away.

Farther than the pan. Farther than where you heard the voice from.

Your phone.

Your body was gushing with adrenaline as you looked over. Unmoving.

There he was, standing, looking thoughtful. Just like he did countless times before. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Inch by inch, you stepped closer towards your phone, feeling incredulous.

You were holding it in your hand now. Staring him down with all of the accusations in the world.

*BLUB* *BLUB* *BLUB*

"GAHHH!"

My tomatoes!

My spaghetti!

You ran to your pot.

*PLOP*

Loud gasped.

"MY PHONE!"

Your panicked mind tried to reach your phone that was currently boiling together with your spaghetti. Bare handed.

"Leave it, pip-SQUEAK!"

You jolted away from the pot when you heard the sheer force of the command.

You calmed down quickly. Just realising the situation you're in. The incident that you were barely able to avoid from your own recklessness.

You switch off the fire on both of the stoves. Then you scooped out the boiled phone using the combination of ladle and spatula. Carefully, you placed it on a dry and clean towel.

He was not looking at you. Rather, he was in deep thought.

Hesitantly, you tap him. Once.

Nothing.

Again. One tap.

Nothing.

Your trembling finger accidentally tapped twice on the same spot.

He moved. Robotically. Giving attention to you.

You're breath hitched.

The violet amethyst pair collided with yours. You swear you saw it was more sparkling than usual.

Like gravity pulling into the black hole, you leaned in closer.

*Clang*

You hissed.

You finally realized the throbbing on your right hand. It started to get red. Your left arm made itself known it was hurting too. Must be from the panic mode you were having just moments ago.

But you put your focus back on him.

Slightly hyperventilating.

"Ca-"

*Pling*

Black.

Shocked, you hesitantly push on the power button.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Another blank stare at the phone.

"What in the actual flying crayon just passes my mind to acknowledge how Caleb just saves me... in real life..."

Your heart was calming down. You massaged your temple as you looked around your kitchen.

No more appetite for dinner.

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Small cough to the morning crisp.

A deep exhaled before you stirred.

You took in the ceiling view. Recognising it belongs to your living room, you sat up and leaned all of your groggy body against the backrest of the couch.

You had been taking care of something. A guardian to the one thing that made you keep watch all night long. The one thing that stole your attention the moment you woke up.

Your eyes automatically focus on what's on the coffee table in front of you.

A transparent lunch box with rice grains filling it up.

What took your interest in it was the treasure sleeping inside the grains.

Your boiled phone.

"Haaaaaaa......" You drawled your loud sigh.

You put the lunch box onto your lap. One hand sat leisurely across the lid as your finger making beats mindlessly on it.

*Pap* *Tap* *Pap* *Tap*

*Tap* *Pap*

*Tap* *Pap* *Tap* *Tap*

*Tap*

*Pap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

Your thoughts were travelling far. Should you find a professional to help with it? Repair? Or salvage what could be salvageable? New phone?

You were sad about it but there was nothing you could do now.

"-sigh- Maybe it's better this way. At least it's not my work phone. With it being unusable, I might get some sanity back."

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*Trling* *Ding*

You released the breath you held when you tried to switch on your phone after its impromptu hot spring dip then straight to therapeutic rice grains spa.

The hack about rice grains was really working. You were a bit sceptical about it when you laid your phone in the lunch box full of rice grains.

Burying it to let it live.

Irony and similar to someone you know.

It was also a good tip to follow by leaving it in the grains for 24-hour before turning it on. You really owed it to the person who shared it.

*Bling*

"What is it this time?" You said as you anxiously read the notification.

*LOW BATTERY*

"Oh, right..."

You walked away to your room to get your charger. Returning seconds later to the living room as you laid down the phone on the table, connecting it warily.

It worked.

Another exhaled in relief.

Your eyes blinked.

Determination gleaming behind them.

Now... on to address the elephant in the room.

Otome game icon. Tap.

Load. Enter. Tap.

It was not him sitting on the sofa. You quickly went to the character selection to force him out.

There he was. Wearing the casual grey with black rope lining the chest to arms.

You tap.

No respond.

Unmoving.

You tap him again and again but the same thing happened. So you went back to the main screen to try something else only for the screen to flash and he was suddenly sitting.

You were staring straight to the innocent looking character in the game who was now scrolling on the holographic screen.

It feels like the pair of violet amethyst was avoiding yours, intentionally.

It reminded you of the amusement park scene where MC avoided his approach then he said something while being so close to her.

"Coward."

You smirked.

Laughing tiredly to all of the ridiculousness of this situation, you mindlessly tapped on the screen.

The sparkle of your touch encircle the flowers far from him.

Whoops. Let me try again to-

"It doesn't matter where you wander off to. You'll always find your way back to me."

"...what..."

Why was there a prompt? Shouldn't you need to touch him, tap on him, for it to appear?

Long silent stare.

You sighed.

"How can it be so out of sync. So it IS bugging. It was so bad too."

You leaned back to your couch, leaving the phone on the table.

"I must be exhausted last night to conjure up Caleb's voice in my survival mode."

You breathe out heavily.

"I think my desperation did this. Wanting to pull the chip out so you'll forget MC. Destroy any threat coming at you. Let you soar freely in your safe haven."

The breeze playing with your hair as if to ease your scattering mind.

"I WILL create your safe heaven."

The hands clutched together in certainty.

"That's my promise to you for as long as I'm here."

A meaningful stare.

"Hmhh... hahahaha..." You chuckled lowly.

The tense you exuded gone instantly.

"Heh. What am I doing? I think I've spiralled enough."

You tiredly laid down, releasing all the stress your body had been holding from last night. Sighing slowly to the beats of your heart.

Your eyes dropped.

Your breathing was even.

Your mouth ajar.

You're about to go into deep sleep.

Not having the energy to go to bed, you once again occupied the couch and its embrace.

Caleb.

As much as he did this to you, he also had undeniably become one of your solace.

Sweet dreams, apple core.

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Light snore. No sound of shuffling. The night light seemed to envelope the sleeping figure warmly as she was pressing her body close to the backrest of the sofa.

He moved. Prayed she won't wake up anytime soon.

"Sorry for surprising you."

He walked to the screen even though he could only see the ceiling. Your house's ceiling. That was enough for him to know he was in your personal space.

"I'll behave. But I don't think I can anymore."

He craved you.

"I promise you'll see me everyday when I get back to you, my lil' beacon."

His pair of violet amethyst turned to a deep colour with such gravity to pull anything in.

"THIS is MY PROMISE to YOU and I intend to keep it for 100 years to come."

Pulling you in.

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Masterlist Self Aware AU

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[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Cat Stan somehow managing to rob everyone's wallet (or he found where Ford keeps all his grant money) so he can make himself a nest of bills and coins to lay on it, for some hours before he gets caught he's the happiest man alive.

Through careful nabbing and sneaking, Stan steals all the loose bills from everywhere in the house and peoples wallets, then shoves them all in a box under his bed. Makes himself nice and comfortable in his nest of crime. He puts all the coins along the edges, for extra bling.

No one can find him for hours, until they finally have to use his tracking collar and drag him out when they get worried.

Cat Stan is very unhappy with how upset everyone is >:( its not his fault they don't know how much he took from everyone and how much is his. He knows all of it his after all. He's been laying in it for several hours and now its all covered in his fur.

[ladybugmania]

A poem by me to Mr Donald Trump

The MAGOT King

In a red hat sat the MAGOT King,

Grasping power like it’s a bling.

With tweets like venom, truth half-dead,

He'd rather rule the world in red.

He built a wall to block the breeze,

And blamed the wind for foreign sneeze.

He chewed on fear, he drank the lies—

A cult of mirrors in his eyes.

His hair, a nest of golden thread,

Where reason fled and facts had bled.

A golf cart chariot through the ash,

While Rome behind began to crash.

Oh MAGOT King, so proud, so loud,

Entombed beneath a cheering crowd.

And still he chants with outstretched hands—

"Make ruin great upon these lands!"

By

Moth Hawk

[kieran-granola]

Material Boy

(This one is available on AO3)

When he’s not busy being a vigilante, Tim likes to think that he’s a pretty simple guy. He has normal, civilian friends. He's awkward when he talks to people he wants to bang. He likes skateboarding and playing Warlocks & Warriors. He dropped out of high school.

He also, like many kids of his generation, grew up collecting superhero merchandise and memorabilia.

And yes, maybe he never got out of the habit of collecting super-trinkets even after joining the vigilante game — a fact he keeps between himself and God, he can only imagine how much shit Steph and the others would give him if they knew — but it's not like he steals stuff from the heroes he knows. He just... buys things. A lot of things.

Which brings him to his current problem: the amount of merchandise created depends a lot on a hero's popularity. This means that Superman has insane amounts of merch. Wonder Woman and Batman too, to a lesser extent. In Gotham, Robin does pretty well for kids' stuff, and Nightwing has inspired more than one, uh, adult line of toys.

…But Red Hood? As tacky as brands can get with their products, they know better than to create merch of mass murdering rogues and villains, and unfortunately people aren't sure whether Red Hood qualifies a good guy. This means that Tim's haul is Very Poor when it comes to Hood. Which is an issue on account of Tim's massive crush on Jason.

How is a man supposed to pine in dignity when he can't even find a decent body pillow to warm his lonely bed? How?!

Tim obviously has to fix this problem. He has to rehabilitate Red Hood and ensure a steady supply of bling for his display cases. And shelves. And furniture. And possibly wardrobe, he's not picky.

He has to.

Which is why he ends up raving about Red Hood, his crime-fighting exploits, and his charity work on social media. He uses all of his covers' accounts and even creates a few more, enthusing people and posting praise until, finally, his amateur PR campaign snowballs.

He knows his job is done when his hashtags start trending outside of the Gotham metro area, and the first Red Hood plushie comes out of Build-A-Bear.

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Jason is bemused when he first gets wind of his rising popularity. Sure, it's nice to be appreciated and the genuine testimonials from Gothamites warm the cockles of his dead, dead heart, but where did the hype come from? And why are people trying to ask him for autographs? He's a crime lord! He's dangerous and scary, and people should definitely not feel comfortable enough to ask him for selfies!

…Oh fuck, is that it? Is someone trying to sabotage his reputation?

Disturbed, Jason reaches out to Oracle for some help with finding the person behind this heinous plan. He's not entirely sure why Babs laughs for five minutes straight after hearing his question, but she eventually tells him that the original accounts extolling his virtues belong to Red Robin's covers.

Shrugging to himself, he suits up and heads to Tim's nest. He busts in, ready to deliver the wrath of the Hood on Tim for making him look like a hero when he's a Very Mean, Very Dangerous Badass… only to find Tim eating Froot Loops out of some violently lime liquid, while wearing what looks like chibi Red Hood pajamas, complete with little cat ears over the stylized helmet.

Suffice to say, that display takes the wind out of Jason's sails. He holsters his weapons back and takes off his helmet so Tim can properly appreciate how appalled he is before speaking.

"Okay, what the fuck, Timbo?"

Tim blinks. "You wanna be a bit more specific there?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start. Just. What the fuck."

"Well, I'm having dinner?" Tim tries, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Froot Loops in, what is that, cucumber juice? That's dinner?" Jason stares harder.

Tim swallows his spoonful thickly. "It's Mountain Dew, actually."

"Okay but that's worse. You get how that's worse, right?"

"Did you seriously come here to talk about my meal plans?"

"I came here to ask why you decided to ruin my street cred, and to kick your ass—" Jason winces as Tim eats another mouthful, "—but apparently you're doing a great job at hurting yourself on your own."

Tim gives him a blank look. "I ruined your street cred? How?"

"You told people I'm a hero," Jason says accusingly.

"Ah, I see what the problem is. Look, Jason, this might come as a shock to you and I understand if you need to take a minute to process this very new piece of information but… you are a hero, dumbass."

Jason seriously considers throwing his helmet at Tim but, with the state Tim is in, he's pretty sure it would feel like pouring water on a drowning man.

"I'm not the kind of hero they make jammies of! I mean, what the fuck are you even wearing?"

Tim pulls on his shirt to show off the design, perking up. "These? They're Red Catting Hood limited edition PJs. They're cute, right?"

You're cute, Jason mutters under his breath, before taking a few menacing steps forward. "They're ridiculous. I'm not a cat. And I'm definitely not cute."

"We're going to have to agree to disagree there."

Jason stares at him. "You think I'm cute?"

"No, I think you're a cat," Tim deadpans, still eating his disgusting mixture.

"I… I tried to kill you, remember?!"

"Yeah, you did. And now I have little cartoon kitties of you on my jim-jams. Life's full of curveballs, isn't it?"

Jason is pretty sure he's having a minor breakdown in Tim's kitchen. He opens and closes his mouth silently several times, confusion robbing him of his words. Tim watches him for a couple of minutes, then he stands up and shuffles closer to pat him on the back.

Jason lets out a very unmanly squeak of horror when he spots matching Red Catting Hood slippers on Tim's feet.

Tim shushes him. "Hey, it's okay, dude. I understand that you don't know how to deal with people expressing positive emotions in your direction after getting the Bruce special growing up, but it's gonna be fine. Just breathe. You'll get used to it."

Jason stares at Tim with wide eyes. Then he gently takes him by the shoulders.

"Timmers. Tim. You crazy little birdie. Telling me I'm cute, talking about emotions... Are you okay? Is this a cry for help? Talk to me."

"You ask me that now?" Tim gives him a judgmental look. "I can't believe that's where you draw the line. I mean, where's your 'Be my Robin' enthusiasm?"

"It drowned in your bowl of Mountain Dew next to the Froot Loops. No, but seriously. If I'm your last resort, then you can tell me what's wrong. No need for tacky PJs, I'll listen."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Okay, then listen to this. First of all, my PJs aren't tacky. Second, I like you, dumbass, and yeah, I think you're cute. And third, I hyped you up on social media because I wanted Red Hood merch for my collection."

Jason takes a second to let that confession wash over him. He regrets removing his helmet. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing. In fact he must have been a redhead in another life, because he must be reminiscent of a tomato at this point, and oh no. He's a grown-ass man, why is he blushing like a nerd for this incredibly sleep-deprived, adorable maniac?

"You have a collection?" he squeaks.

"Uh, yeah. I started it when I was 4." Tim raises his eyebrows. "But nevermind that, are you seriously going to leave me hanging? I just told you I like you, man."

"I don't know what to say," Jason chokes out. "This... You're—I'm not good for you."

"Sorry but the entire internet would disagree. You're a hero, remember? And I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need to be patronized."

Jason gestures at Tim's dinner. "That is demonstrably false."

Tim pouts. "Well. If you were my boyfriend, you could make sure I eat properly."

"Is that what you want? To be my b—" Jason's voice breaks. He swallows before trying again. "To be my boyfriend?"

"I mean, yeah?" Tim shrugs. "That's not why I hyped you up, I'm not kidding about the merch thing. But. Yeah. That would be… Good. Nice."

"Oh."

"Is that something you'd like too?"

Jason licks his lips. "Yeah, I—I think so. Yeah. There's just one thing though..."

Hope sparkles in Tim's eyes. "What?"

"It's just... I can't let people think you like me more than I like you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means—" Jason tugs on the fabric of Tim's PJs, "—that for every Red Hood item you own, you have to get me some matching Red Robin merch."

Tim grins a wide, bright, genuine smile that almost offsets the deep purple bruising under his tired eyes. "It's a deal."

___________________________

(They show up to the Manor together two months later to announce their relationship. They walk in hand-in-hand, Jason wearing a Red Robin hoodie, Tim in a Red Hood henley. Damian doesn't even have to pretend to gag at the sight.)

[wonderlands-twisted-tales]

Mod’s intros!

Corvus’s Intro 🍄

“The blot is my fuel, the blot is my friend… perhaps my only one? Perhaps…”

Greetings to all who have come to bear witness to this wonderful project! You may call me Corvus or Yew, either is fine really. My pronouns are they/them and I am of 17 falls, almost 18 this September. I fell in love with Twisted Wonderland after watching videos of a streamer translating from the Japanese server (at the time, the game was only in Asia), so imagine my utter excitement when I was allowed to co-create this blog and the upcoming fanfiction with the lovely folks that are my friends and colleagues. I have two characters so far in the story, a classy yet violent Savannaclaw gangster, and an eternally annoyed and sassy Scarabia beastman. Speaking of characters, I don’t like to call favorites when it comes to Twst, but, I must admit, Leona does resonate with me more than others; A Fun Fact about me is that I am diagnosed with MDD (major depression disorder) along with Undefines Psychosis, so please be patient with me. Besides that, I am eternally grateful to be here with these folks and working on this project, and I hope you can treat us all with kindness and respect as we manage our personal lives outside of this project! Thank you! My time zone is CST. -🍄

Rose’s intro 🐈‍⬛

“When in doubt….. uh….. cuddle widdle kitty cats??” Hihi!! I’m Rose!! You may also call me Goober. I am cis fem, and go by she/her. I am a minor, and public school sucks, so I may not always be on. I chose to help with this blog because I became genuinely attached to the people here working on the blog as well. They’re awesome! As for Twisted Wonderland, I only got in a few months ago, if that, but I’m in love with the game. I think some funny moments on Youtube got me into the game! In this story, the characters I made are Duma Jasiri, a no-nonsense yet sweet cheetah beastwoman, Fovos and Ponos Diavolaki, my lovely imps, and Physal Finley, a ditzy jellyfish merwoman. Yes, a beastwoman, because here, NRC is a boys and girls school for this storyline. They started accepting female students 4-5 years ago. My favorite canon characters would have to be Idia and Leona. Idia, cause I relate to being a gamer who never goes outside, and Leona cus kitty :3 Btw, you may see me on this blog more than the others, as I like to chat more. I also have diagnosed ADHD and anxiety. My main tumblr is redheadedsilly if you wanna give me a follow! My timezone is EST. -🐈‍⬛

Love’s intro 🪶

“Humanity has free will and I choose to do whatever I want. ” 

Hey hey! Names Love and that’s all ya’ll gonna get! I am a female and my pronouns are she/her and I am an adult. The first time I found Twisted Wonderland was someone’s fan translation of the prologue back in 2020. It was my suggestion for our group to start making mini-fics and we ended up deciding to make a blog for this storyline. My characters are Maeve Crowley, Headmaster Crowley’s nephew, the Ramshackle Housewarden who does not hesitate to discipline anyone, even his uncle, Toma Karkinos, the crab in bling, and others (I HAVE TO MAKE MORE PROFILES TvT). My favorite canon character is hands down no debate, Leona Kingscholar. This lion man has got me in a chokehold in both design and character. Fun facts, uuhhh, for the first four banners of Zenless Zone Zero’s release, I won every single one of my 50/50 for both the character and their w-engines for 5 banners. The best skill I would give myself is nest-making. 

I act in the UTC timezone. - 🪶

Midget's intro 🐉🌹

''I know you, I've walked with you once upon a dream~'' 

People can refer to me as Midget which is a pen name of mine. I've quite a lot of nicknames so it's best to stick with the name Midget. I go by she/her and I am an adult. Why did I choose to co-write this blog? Well, it's simple, I've been roleplaying for a lot of years and tend to write fan-fictions of my own too when the inspiration strikes, though those fan-fictions have been stuck in rough drafts for a while. Besides, writing them with others seems like a lot of fun. As for how I ended up tumbling down the Disney Twisted Wonderland rabbit hole, I don't exactly remember how other than coming across videos and those that I surround myself with sparking my interest. Plus I was a Black Butler fan, prior to discovering Disney Twisted Wonderland, still am. I have been in the Disney Twisted Wonderland fandom ever since its very beginning, all the way back in 2020.

By now I can finally play the game myself while I continue to devour the manga, novels, fanmerch, and even some official merch from Japan alongside my gameplay. My characters in the story; Orion Talaria; a third-year Royal Sword Academy student loosely twisted from Hermes of Disney's Hercules (though I mostly drew inspiration from the Greek myths and Epic The Musical's Hermes and poured that into a TWST OC as Hercules’ Hermes didn’t give me much to work with) and Idia & Ortho Shroud's childhood friend which he is along with his older halfbrother Solaris Talaria, which I’ve twisted from the Greek god of the sun, Apollo. Another character of mine that'll appear in the story is Prentice Grem, a TWST OC I twisted from Gremlin Prescott, a character found in the Epic Mickey 1 (2010, 2024 remake) and Epic Mickey The Power Of Two (2012), a game franchise that's very dear to me, also because it introduced me to Oswald The Lucky Rabbit, Mickey Mouse's older, forgotten brother. Either way, Prentice Grem is a Gremlin and former Royal Sword Academy student expelled by Headmage Ambrose and sent off to Night Raven College after his Overblotting at Royal Sword Academy. By now he falls under the Ignihyde dorm led by housewarden Idia Shroud and his brother Ortho Shroud. Whereas he used to be friendly and helpful in repairing things before his Overblot, he's now more sarcastic, bitter, and envious towards those who do not see his absolute genius. Despite him being like that, he does feel like he's at home in the Ignihyde dorm where he tinkers away on anything and is very good with his hands when it comes to technology and mechanics. He also has a huge mechanical robot lookalike of himself, much like Epic Mickey’s Prescott. It's also part of Prentice’s Overblot Phantom. My favourite canon characters are hands down Malleus Draconia, Lillia Vanrouge, Leona Kingscholar, and Ruggie Bucchi, because I have very fond memories of the original animated Sleeping Beauty, the Maleficent movies, and the original animated Lion King movies along with the sequels. Though, I like the Tweels (Jade & Floyd Leech) as well even though I only really saw The Little Mermaid's sequel The Little Mermaid II Return To The Sea. I am also very fond of Che'nya, the Cheshire Cat beastman and student from the Royal Sword Academy, along with Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Idia Shroud, and Skully J. Graves, because the Nightmare Before Christmas is a nice movie. Some fun facts about me, hmm… I have a huge weakness for fictional villains, either from Disney Twisted Wonderland or otherwise morally, grey characters. I love Oswald The Lucky Rabbit from Epic Mickey. Due to me having played both Epic Mickey 1 and Epic Mickey 2 The Power Of Two, I can't unsee the ties the game franchise has with Disney Twisted Wonderland.

My native tongue is Dutch, but am fully self-taught in English ever since about six years old. My level is C1 Advanced. One of these days I do hope to become an English teacher, still. I am an avid reader and mainly devour manga, graphic novels, and novels in English as compared to Dutch; though there are a few instances where I'll read Dutch, just a few, as I find my own native tongue dry and kind of boring to read in. My go-to genres to read are dark fantasy, dark fairytales, history-inspired novels, vampire novels, time-travel novels, and Sci-Fi novels. I game quite a bit and used to do some online Dungeons & Dragons, which I would love to pick up someday again. I write fanfictions, but due to my native tongue being Dutch, I do need to go over them a couple of times before I feel satisfied and brave enough to put them up. I went to Aladdin the musical once which was a lot of fun! My timezone is CET, military time. My main Tumblr is vaatistrife-purplemage, should you want to add me or want to chat! ~🐉🌹

[tangentburd]

~ Oh So Fly! ~

From the rockin’ street doves to the coo-l Capuchines We’ll pick and peck apart every piece of bird-based bling Warmers, collars, capes… Gramma’s cornbread cowls? You might as well go back home with your head in a towel!

~ A nonsensical poem I wrote on pigeons and their Fabulous! Bread! Necklaces! for the recent "Toasty Mart" bread x animals zine hosted by @bycmykae. Thanks for the pun fun-filled experience!

Shoutout to @katsuayumu too for making all the super cute and delicious pigeon character art for this piece :D

🕊 [ Read the full poem on AO3 or under the cut! ]

🍞 [ Read the free zine via itch.io! ]

Greetings! Salutations! Birds of a feather! Welcome to the Bread Derby, sisters and brothers! The name’s Pasquale and I’m your host for today— Colomba of keen eye for fashions of the day ~✦

It’s party pigeon time down here in the square Where every-birdy’s decked in their fanciest neckwear Where the have-its flaunt it! And the have-nots want it! Where upper crusts and lower crumbs clash in showers of grit!

From the rockin’ street doves to the coo-l Capuchines We’ll pick and peck apart every piece of bird-based bling Warmers, collars, capes... Gramma’s cornbread cowls? You might as well go back home with your head in a towel!

We’ll see who’s the boss in their oven-baked best! And who’s burnt toast that’s only good for lining nests! Beaks up and b-ready, we’re starting the show Coo! Here’s our first lady—let’s fluffin’ go!

———

Behold! This uppity—I mean, blue-crowned royalty: The Duchess of Dovershire, come to visit from her county With her pearl-tipped crest as though dipped in icing And draped with a most exquisite braided bread ring Such graze! Delicacy! (Maybe a hint of power?) The air and flair of fresh-milled flour—

“How do you do? Your reds and greens are lovely!” Hold up, did... she just say something to me? Why yes ma’am, thank you! I adore them too! It’s just avocado bruschetta, nothing too frou-frou~ She chortles, nods; then away she struts: A portly, pleasant presence in her posh, plaited doughnut.

———

Kerfuffle from the crowds! Cue the world’s favourite Frillback: Pop idol Pae-Dae, in a cushy cape of flatbread Luscious curls of feathers bronze all across his wings A dishy dove indeed: he’s every fledgling’s prince! His shuffling feet pause, his misty eyes find mine I wonder what words might leave a beak so sublime...?

“Wish I could sleep, Mister Host, but I’ll do my best Ask me about the dramas I’ve been filming without rest Or how everyone thinks my wings are hazelnut flakes...” Sigh, a celeb’s life! You can’t ever get a break I’ll interview you next week! Now go and catch some Z’s Your tortilla blanket should be cosy—but don’t let your fans see!

———

An emerald dove patters by, sleeves shimmering green Donning the airiest, fairiest sourdough I’ve seen: Scored like a flower, flour dusted like a lace veil Aw, she’s proud of it! Look at her bobbing tail~ “My name’s Paige Pidgerton, I baked it just today I hope to open my artisan beak-ery someday!”

You’re a natural, miss, this here’s a work of art! But really, is that all you dream of deep inside your heart? She flusters, she flushes, her white headband askew The rosy eyes of a heroine’s fairytale come true! “Maybe... if I can’t bake for everyone in town Then at least for some-birdy I’m happy to be around.♥”

———

You hear them before you see them: Two lean, rugged doves Squabbling, squawking, crash-landing (on the) square from above “I told you to hurry, old man, now we’re late for the parade!” ‘Why don’t you stop by a corner shop again, you ingrate!’ Good day, gentlemen! I might have seen you somewhere, sir Aren’t you G.I. Low, that decorated war officer?

‘Some eye you’ve got, chap! Sharp as this one I’ve got left Better than my grandkid here who thinks he’s bloody EMS.’ “If this thumbdrive don’t reach later, I’ll be toast-er than my toast! Name’s Payload Swift, mister, I’m a racer turned pigeon post.”

(Aha! Do I sense a glorious generation gap? A question trap to set their wings and tempers aflap!) Living life in the fast lane? Your intake must be insane! Care to share with us your go-to holy grains?

“This grilled tuna sandwich melt from Leaven-Eleven’s Is the best thing since sliced bread—a taste made in heaven!” ‘It IS sliced bread, for heavens’ sake! See the junk this boy is eating? Not like this chipped beef on toast from back when I was serving It’s provisions! Nourishment! Blessings for the whole flock!’ “Yeah sure, if only you can eat it without a fork...”

———

A zig-zagging, a tango-ing, a high bird-song and dance A kererū, post-dine-and-wine, down on the bench in a trance That passé office plumage versus bland-as-heck handbag— Lady, your tastebuds are wrecked! And that fruit loaf’s a big red flag!

She waves her bottle—budget Pigeot Noir!—before my eyes “I’ve seen your shows on CooTube, you’re that real fly guy! That Nicobar fella who’s gone way up the pecking order...” Lady, your tastebuds are just fine! Ignore what I said earlier—

“Can you tell me how you’ve been eating every-birdy’s lunch? You’re now rolling in dough, but I’m just rolling off the branch... How can a common quill-pusher like me, Karolie Flee Fly to the top, eat all I want, and still be this carefree?”

Oh Miss Flee, let’s first put my inspiring haute coo-ture aside No matter what you’re doing, you should do it with pride! Push all the quills (and your bosses’ too) until you’re seen and heard But remember: there’s more to you than just this corporate bird!

Sure, your whites, greens and purples may not be the hottest stuff But if you’re a better you than yesterday then that’s good enough~★ That said, please just toss that brick of cursed candied fruit Get a loaf that tastes more chic! With marmalade to boot!

———

So there we go, folks—our roundup of this Derby: A true-blue cross-section of our bling-based society I’ve seen a future star baker, courier, wine connoisseur Stay inspiring, inspired and well rested, you youngsters!

Boast your bread-lace loud and proud, bake it till you make it The true slice-of-life is how you wear it and what you make of it! And to every-birdy else who’s stayed with us throughout— Beak thanks to you all! This is Col. Pasquale, signing out~♫

~ end ~

[ecommerceupdate]

Um levantamento realizado pelo Bling, plataforma de ERP da LWSA, voltada para PMEs, mostra que após 60 meses de vida, as empresas que utilizam o ERP têm maior chance de sobrevida, em comparação às que não utilizam um sistema de gestão. Neste mês, a empresa traz inovações como “Meu Negócio”, um dashboard inteligente para aprimorar a gestão de pequenos negócios (leia mais abaixo).  O diagnóstico realizado pelo Bling contempla uma base de CNPJs que utilizam os serviços da empresa, que foram comparados com a base de CNPJs aberta pela Receita Federal, desde de 2020. Na comparação, empresas que utilizam o ERP tem sobrevida de 10 pontos percentuais maior (83,4%) em comparação às demais empresas (74%) do mercado que não adotaram o uso de um ERP.  Estudos recentes do Sebrae (Serviço Brasileiro de Apoio às Micro e Pequenas Empresas (Sebrae) evidenciam um universo de 38% das empresas fechando antes de completar 5 anos, tendo a sua gestão como um dos principais motivos pelo fechamento do negócio.  “Neste levantamento do Bling, buscamos traduzir para empresas e empreendedores o quanto é importante ter uma gestão eficiente do negócio e, com o avanço tecnológico, ter isso tudo digitalizado, reunido em um único ambiente, torna essa gestão mais eficaz e é fator preponderante a longevidade do negócio”, afirma Marcelo Navarini, diretor do Bling. Solução de gestão para PMEs Com mais de 300 mil usuários, o Bling, hoje, é uma das principais soluções de gestão, voltada para PME. No 4º trimestre de 2024, o volume de vendas por lojas próprias e transacionados em marketplaces por meio das operações de ERP e integradores de marketplaces da LWSA, como o Bling, atingiram um valor de R$ 19,5 bilhões, crescimento de 16,3% em relação ao mesmo período de 2023.  No ano de 2024, o crescimento foi de 18,4% comparado ao ano anterior, atingindo R$ 69,7 bilhões.  Os dados reforçam o potencial do Bling que com o “Meu Negócio”, planeja oferecer uma visão completa e integrada das operações para empresas, com dados atualizadoscontinuamente e dashboards interativos, sem a necessidade de usar ferramentas externas. A funcionalidade foi desenvolvida para lojistas que atuam em um ou mais canais, seja loja física, e-commerce ou marketplaces.  A solução foi criada a partir da incorporação da Qint, startup de analytics fundada por Bruno Leite e Daniel Hiraoka, e que desde 2024 lideram a iniciativa junto ao time do Bling. “Vemos a necessidade de simplificar e otimizar processos. Neste sentido, o Meu Negócio foi pensado para proporcionar uma gestão mais eficiente, com foco na visualização de indicadores operacionais importantes”, explica Navarini. A funcionalidade permite a geração de insights poderosos sobre desempenho geral das vendas e da performance por canal, vendedor ou produto, além de fornecer previsões sobre o comportamento dos estoques. “Esses dashboards  ajudam na tomada de decisões fundamentais de qualquer negócio. As informações podem ser analisadas em diversos períodos de tempo, seja em uma ótica de produtos ou canais de venda, individual ou agrupado, permitindo um entendimento completo da empresa”, afirma o diretor do Bling. Outros insights contemplam a visão analítica de curva ABC de produtos simples ou composições, inclusive com o % de markup realizado e a representatividade no faturamento do período, a previsão de estoques, como quanto tempo deve durar, e a sugestão de compras, que garante agilidade para empresas com muitos itens e composições em seu catálogo.  Também permite a integração de dados de até 10 contas Bling diferentes, facilitando o acompanhamento gerencial de empresas com múltiplas operações, além de mais imagens do dashboard no desktop, imagens de conversa no whatsapp e vídeo caso de uso.  Read the full article

[mistermaxxx08]

# birds riding

Sky seems Sad Aren’t you glad That you were eager And avoid any worry What was the nest And felt as best Timing in purity Roses and rewards Sought like jewellery Bling on And being off Whistle And humm All day long Feeling so strong

[poconopaula]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Crewcuts, New York short sleeve tee shirt.

[beautytreats]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Radiant 0.75ct Red Sapphire 925 Silver Engagement Ring & Wedding Band.

[sergioguymanproust]

Corvidae cartel!Ha! Crows ,ravens,magpies ,jays, love to collect bling and bring it to their nests in order to attract a mate to their love nest,to start a family.They are know to remember where they got their loot and often return to the place of the deed. Smart fellows,true to their calling birds of feather do flock together and pick their jewelry with the same care.On a different note these birds are also famous for remembering those that did them wrong ,so as note of caution beware of befriend them if you are not ready to keep your promise of feeding them, or gifting them,these birds bonds are for life ,something humans are not quite capable of doing ,haa! Well,this is just a friendly reminder.Words by Sergio GuymanProust.

[idealog]

You only

I speculate now to find myself free of the stories of others projected on me by their own trapping karmas unhinged but no longer hinged upon me, the innocent whipping boy above such manmade constructs untrue and inapplicable, for here there is nothing, only the victory to cook my beat apart from thee, since I am a dream, and you never had rights upon me, only the Lord's allowance ONCE to reflect what you do to me were He to allow it for your sake, that I Protect thee from thee, and me from thy hypocrisy - you don't choose to be otherwise, bludgeons & gluttons violent and hateful of truth & me & the Dorothys you torment to cling to for bling

Now we are separate and = - I don't want you and you don't want me: I, a wise learned master, apart from thee, a slave to ignorance by choice, the choice to hate me, to hate thee and the free [angels of heaven impeccable without thee [demons [nesting, taking life from me, an egg of tikkun]]]

Between me and thee we see that you prophets produce nothing, nothing but Unclean - your productions produce not but Consume.

You are not Creators. You are lures, hooks, and stings, absorping energy to dissipate Law, the safeguard in Sanity, due to thee, your Iniquity, against Creation, all that you see or might be, that you manhandle and misgrasp, for only thee, only thee, are thief, thief from all we [might] be.

You took away Sovereignty, and gave it to me, I.E.

Surprise?

I no longer wish to hear from or think about thee

In the poverty kindly left for me in your wake of your fake to be free!, to be free to be fake and not free [to care about any but thee], Cutting of[f] the SOUL [of caring, [to / you] see].

Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life ("")

In the wake of your fake to be free! and not faith[ful[l]] - & f u?

In the poverty you left for me

By making sure only you had room to breathe by taking from me,

o Debris

!

This is how you spell truth oh formless of form

Mimicry

('q')

Revealing iniquity

Your flea Will to hate me

And put me in your bread line which I have no taste for.

We can be mutually distasteful,

Neither holding either,

Property pooorly owned.

But who knows what else is there that you kept from me.

All is the spirit and Spirits.

Spirit is not your property.

But since I have all authority it is mine to behold.

Lettinggo

I'm Tired.

Falling asleep

To be forgotten and forget (Thee)

A Power wilt ye never have Again!

That's a WRAP. WASTE REDUCTIONALWAYS PAYS.

Snoozd

That is

Snooze

You're only disobedient to correct forms, HATE*.

*a name signifying mankind as hate's personification

BUILDER

,

Properly.

[theriu]

GUYS. I have captured the absolute peak picture of my ringneck dove Puddleglum. It is just simple the Most image of him.

(Please ignore the poop, they really like sitting on that windowsill)

That's a wire with plastic butterfly I kept from a broken motorized cat toy, but now Puddle has identified it is a Long Thin Thing and thus Perfect For The Nest.

Look at this guy. Not a thought in his head. Nothing but sheer Dad Instincts and a Vague Uncertainty about why I am in his face. An absolute derp. Peak dove energy.

And yes, I can report that upon giving him a lift back to the nest, his wife Truancy aka Chicken gladly accepted the offering to place with her fake egg she doesn't know I swapped for the real one. Nature is beautiful (and stupid).

[desmond69miles]

YOOOO =3

can we get sfw + nsfw headcannons of ink demon bendy with a s/o with a really gothic style & is selectively mute? ( bonus points if Sammy constantly bugs them )

im genuinely curious abt how u would think abt it :0

[ take ur time answering this!! no rush at all by the way!! ; also sorry if my grammars kinda bad iys 3:37 am where im at rn + sry if i seem hyper to im just rlly excited rn😭

i’ve been gone for butt fuck long, my bad! I'm in the process of moving and lifes been a bit hectic. Hopefully im back now!

anyway, thank you anon for the bendy ask!! love writing for this inky-ass man.-

NSFW is under the cut!

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[-: If we were to give bendy preferences, I know he'd go for a gothic s/o who is on the chubbier side. I say chubbier because A) body warmth, Bendy's a cold-blooded creature and he liked the feeling of your warm body and B) He likes your squishy thighs and tummy. And I know he’d be attracted to the darker, more gothic style. Inky black colors, blood red dresses, he likes the colors. 

[-: I think the ink demon would be good with someone that was mute or had periods of time where they were mute. Whether it be due to anxiety, overstimulation, or you just don’t have many words one day, I think he’d be understanding and would work around it. For many years, he didn’t have a voice, resorting to scribbling messy letters on walls and papers to communicate. If you want to talk while your mute, he’d simply lend you his hand so you can scribble on the wall with it; or he’ll carry around a sketchbook for you to write in, but more often than not he just makes you write with his claws. 

[-: I like the idea of Sammy bugging you all the time because he's interested in your music. It's so different from a classical tune, the drums and guitar, the vocals. He’d constantly be asking about your music. And since goth is a music-based subculture, you have a lot of music to show Sammy. 

[-: Going back to Bendy liking your style, he’d fiddle around with your clothing or accessories. He likes the bling of your necklaces and rings, and often plays with them when you are sitting together. He tries not to break anything, but accidents happen when you have sharp claws. If you do rat-nest hair, rest assured Bendy is curious on how you get your hair to do that. 

[-: I feel like Bendy would find you some victorian or romantic gothic outfits around the studio. He likes taking you to the costume department and letting you run around, picking up some of the black clothing used for character study. Another thing is that he collects small trinkets he think you would think is cool. Sometimes it’s a small rock, other times its a shiny gem he found in a pipe. 

[-: Bendy and Sammy get into a lot of fights around you, for your attention. Sammy wants to learn more about your subculture and what you remember from the outside world while Bendy wants to draw or walk around the studio with you. Good luck time managing. 

[-: Bendy is very interested in your makeup. Please let him draw on you! Speaking of drawing, he also likes to sketch you. His drawings are a bit blotchy and inky due to his skin, and often he'll mess up on a part by lingering too long and having ink form a puddle.

NSFW

[-: He chokes you with your necklaces, not to the point of them breaking but just enough so the chains and pearls dig into your throat.

[-: oh my god he loves your thigh highs. He nibbles around the soft flesh, forked tongue darting around and leaving opaque trails of ink behind. Just no promises that he won’t tear the thin fabric off!!

[-: Relating to the one where he draws on you, he’d love to lightly drag his claws over your stomach, back, or thighs and create delicate drawings onto your skin. Take this as a form of foreplay. (Which bendy isn’t exactly fond of, hes too impatient to go through it.)

[-: Bendy has a scent kink. I believe that he’s blind/has very poor eyesight and relies on noises and scent to find his prey. And his scent is very sensitive. He’ll ask if you can use non-strong soap or something that doesn’t upset his senses. Besides this, he likes to smell your clothing or even your undergarments.

Since i’m nice i’ll give you some elements of a fic i’m working on…

[-: Bendy’s ink that comes from his tentacles and/or cock act as an aphrodisiac. Providing a muscle relaxant and lube, it makes it easier for him to fit more and more of himself into you. He’s a big guy! Ranging at almost eight feet, it’s no surprise that he’s packing something big.

[-: Bendy’s big on CNC/Predator/Prey play. When you talk with him about safe words and the proper measures to have a safe time during CNC, Bendy gets really excited. He’s a demon, creatures of carnal lust and sin.

[-: He also loves to be worshipped. As Sammy has taught him, he’s somewhat of a god to this inky realm and he expects to be treated as one. Sammy does annoy him with his constant spouting, but he’s not opposed to you calling him Lord.

thank you for your request <3 My ask box is always open!! Feel free to send in batim requests.