#pffbts

[tannedami3]

It's me, Ami.

And, why would you be sorry for a lovely reply? I have always had a soft spot for replies with such words as yours. So, of course, I cherish it close to my heart, always.

To be honest, I didn't even expect you to reply, so it's heartwarming to realise that...you took time to reply me. God, I wish I could say many more things to describe how this reply made me feel. I was basically drained out due to several reasons in my house. I was just..way too sad, thinking like, "I always understand my close ones but they end up hurting me" It seems like exaggeration,but you know, feelings can be overwhelming. I thought I was being selfish to only think my side of pain, and I still think that way. But it's okay, I know I will eventually learn to get through this and understand myself more like I did for others.

And then, I read your reply. It was like a timely heal for my wounded heart, and I will forever cherish moments like these. You're so kind, and the fact that you're Indian (I guess?) makes me realise that we're not so different. I'm glad you shared all those letters, those stories which will live in my heart rent free, I just— can't put the exhilarating feeling into words, you know? You may think, why would a stranger like me, feel these many things for you and your lovely words. Maybe because I always find a comfort place in these kinds of words.

And, by the way you speak, I can say with no hesitation that, you can be called a home for many, a safe place for souls. Please don't think I exaggerate things. Words were always my friends when I felt suffocated. They helped translate my thoughts into these words. Words were always powerful, always phenomenal in my pov.

And, I hope you're doing well too. If not, I would love to talk with you some more. I always loved to talk, especially with a person like you. I feel deeply joyous to realise that, you replied (I guess my mind will not stop repeating this on loop for some months)

Then..i actually loved the letter you wrote for jeongguk, back then at 2019, at his birthday. I guess it's a memoir. And, I literally fell in love with that to a point where I copied those lovely words and saved it in my gallery album called "The snow I loved" of course, I gave credits to you in that album too. And, jeongguk was the snow I loved. So, I personally felt connected to the another work that you created "Gguk— what if you were my bestfriend?" It melted my heart completely. I was wipped for it and I was crying like an idiot. Not the bad tears, your words were that much impactful (or maybe I'm just being an emotional idiot)

And, I loved all the other letters, the fanfictions and what not? They were all so lovely (sorry I'm repeating this again and again)

@pffbts I don't know whether I will get a reply for a reply, but again, I'm grateful. Please continue to live happily just like you advised us. Happiness,as you said, come and go. But..I hope you have something or someone to renew the drained happiness. (Again, I would love to talk with you)

Stay safe, stay healthy, I love your lovely words. Bye~

—Ami

Well, it's one of those midnight where I stay awake, blinding my eyes with some contents of the phone that content me, comfort me. And I happened to stumble across your works, no scratch that, they aren't mere works anymore. Im not here to disturb you or distract you. I'm well aware of the goodbye that you bid to us. But...I don't know, I feel so connected with your words? Connected with the way you wrote? I know I'm blabbering, but I don't know, something in me said that I should definitely write this for you. I'm just thankful for whatever you left here for us, im thankful that I found you, your blog. Something about your whole blog is delicate, comforting, welcoming. And I happened to need that to fill my heart with some sort of reassurance even though I have this accompanied bittersweet feeling. I'm just truly, truly, grateful for the miracles you wrote. I was honestly crying, it made me feel better. I don't know how to evince this huge reverence I suddenly got over you.

But I'm just, thankful. So,so, thankful.

(this is a long reply, i'm extremely sorry)

“I don’t know how to evince this huge reverence I suddenly got over you.”

at 8 in the morning when you wake up, after the glaring indian sun hits your face and you read such words woven together into such a string of emotions, to be fair, what did i even expect to feel other than bittersweet happiness and a bit flabbergasted?

i wish there were words more meaningful than the boring ‘thank you(s)' because truly, you’ve left me speechless. all i can say is that my imperfect heart receives your praises and thoughts with all the warmth in the world and i hope even the lil bit of that warmth traverses through all the time zones that divide us against our wishes and gives you strength to carry on with your life, @tannedami.

regardless of my absence, i still want my blog to be one of the many corners for a breath of relief for all of you. this was once my escape, i'm grateful that the place i escaped to, a home i built amidst all my griefs became a shade under which you all take a breather from the glaring sun that represents each and every one of your lives.

it was the sole reason i left my blog untouched. i deleted not a single one of my letters or fics. i kept them all, even the unfinished and imperfect ones. my only hope was that in my farewell in every sense, a piece of me will always stay on the internet to give you all solace. in a world that flows parallel to yours, mine and all of the others, i hope my words move close to your home just to feel the air that surrounds you. in that world, my words carry all your griefs and your shortcomings like wearing rings that have all of your's names engraved on the insides.

[ID: “Even without knowing each other’s stories, we create moments of love that bridge the gap.”]

thank you for making me remembered as someone whom you pass by once in a while when you’re walking back home and that will always be enough.

this ask of yours reminded me a lot of some of those memorable asks from the past in this blog. an anon once wanted to write down the 2-part dad!hobi fic i wrote once as requested by them (tbh i found it a bit silly but at the same time quite endearing), another once sent me a dm about how they have screenshotted a letter they requested once during my talk to bangtan requests and now or then they would go back and read it for comfort. i also remember someone a year or two ago said how i almost saved their life during a low moment of their life and i still cannot for the life of me comprehend all these affections that i once and still now get from readers like you who take strolls through my little humble blog. you all should know that as much as you guys tell me how much i comfort you, these words from you all give me the strength to push the stubborn boulders that stand in my wretched life's road and keep walking on. life will keep happening and i will fight on as much as i can. i might always still wish i didn’t stay to see the new morning of the next day, but i want to keep myself going till there’s nothing left of me.

and, you and everyone must do the same. you have to. after all, there must be a reason why we were born into this damned world, right? even in passing, we must live a little in the minds of humans around us (and if you are lucky enough to have a pet, your existence is a miracle to them. trust me.)

i don’t know much about the reverence you talk about, Ami, perhaps it’s simply your emotions that has been catalyzed by my works. but really, i don’t feel myself to be deserving of any of it (this is my self-conscious, self-loathing persona talking, don’t mind her). i wish you a healthy life above anything. happiness will come and go but life will keep going on in various different shapes. we simply have to fit in. so be well because you will need a lot of strength for that, Ami.

sending all my love.

―K

[hart-on-my-sleeve]

Me jimmy hart got be like 5 ft something right

Looks it up

OH CRAP BOI TALL

He dont got tall energy

I don't think 5' 10" is that tall for a guy to me... 🤣 About average height. In Memphis he's closer to the guys sizes, but because everyone in WWF is MASSIVE ... He can't even compete, poor babyyy. That's why he must climb on furniture and men 💖

[shesnakes]

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠 - 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

FULL  NAME     .     rosemund  tully    PREFERRED NAME     .     ros    NICKNAME(S)  /  ALIAS(ES)  /  TITLE(S)     .      lady of riverrun ( future princess of king's landing ) / saint of the gully, our lady of the hearth, lady stoneheart, the white stag of riverrun, blackwing AGE     .    thirty - two  ( 32 )    GENDER  +  PRONOUNS     .    cis  woman,  she  +  her     ORIENTATION     .    heterosexual     ALLEGIANCE     .    herself & house tully ( eventually targaryens of king's landing )

AESTHETIC .

the  slender  body  of  a  bride  adorned  in  ornate  white - gold,  jewelry  and  dragon’s  teeth  clinking  like  armour.  rattling  like  the  bars  of  the  cage  /  the  stag  that  evades  the  hunt  /  head  bent  in  the  posture  of  fervent  prayer,  offering  a  hood  of  delicate  white  silk  to  the  masses  ─  and  the  sharp  eyes  that  watch  from  beneath  /  the  uncanny  grace  of  a  woman  emerging  from  the  dark  woods,  slim  &  pale as  a  knife  glinting  under  moonlight  /  old lullabies sung as fingers weave through the hair of a child / hands  chucking  absently  under  the  eager  chins  of  a  gaggle  of  hounds,  following  the  trail  of  mud - stained  green  silk  /  the  tip  of  an  arrow  splitting  a  ripe  apple  in  two.

PRESENCE .

VOICE CLAIM . sienna guillory as arya, eragon .

HISTORY .

trigger warnings : serious wounds, infidelity, fertility challenges, implied miscarriage.

there are a great many things said about the conception of lady rosemund tully. like the kernel of sand that grows and calcifies within the salt-dark of the oyster, expanding into something slippery and divine, the truth has expanded and turned milky and opaque with time. what can be said for certain is this: that the late lord tully, his hunting party diverted from known forest, himself and his company himself lost and alone. in his wanderings, he stumbles across a maiden in a glade. she, too, is alone ⸺ but she is not lost. the woman, either knowing the status of the great lord or not, invites him to join her in her small woodland home. in the tales that would come, the tellers never give her a name. these bards and brigands and courtiers instead entitle her BEAUTIFUL, DARK-HAIRED, STRANGE. the coarser skalds use such identifiers as WITCH, and TEMPTRESS. and white it is true that she is beautiful, and, in the language of men, perhaps also true that she is strange, the woman is no more than a local hedge-witch. but such is the dialect for women such as these: those lovely and solid, content in their solitude and the ways of the wood. the lord returns to riverrun as dawn rises the next day, soothing the panic arisen from his disappearance.

some seasons later, a woman with dark hair and dark eyes stands at the foot of riverrun, holding a basket. she is slight of frame but holds herself with the sureness of one much larger, both in stature and status. when brought to the hearth to meet the lord and lady, she folds back a blanket from the basket and produces a sleeping babe. though rumourmongers will have their way with this bit in due time, it is not without love that she does so ⸺ it is instead with an abundance of it. it is a great credit to the lady tully's heart, also, that upon the presenting of the child, she does not turn it loose to the wolves for rage at her lord husband's infidelity. she instead sees her as an answer to long-cried prayers. six long years since the birth of the only son, and only blood and misfortune to show for the yearning attempts to fill the house with more children. she is mine as all others, the lady tully says definitively, the lord's finger already clutched in the small palms of his offspring. as the gods have brought her to my arms.

and so the babe is raised under the tully banner and name from infancy, a daughter as true as any other. only a few seasons past and she's a quiet child, quiet in the sense of chicory and shepherd’s purse and dandelions, crabgrass and thistle and all those weeds who rise upward through cracks in the ground and overgrown gardens with silent but violent delight. quiet but solid, never found to be crying no matter the tumbles she takes.

as she ages and her roots spread outward, ros prove to be a wild thing, not in the way of a wayward child but that of all the things that grow on this land, in this place she loves so consumingly. she race into the fields at midnight to watch how moonlight hits a still lake of switchgrass and strays too close to the howls that come from the edge of the woods, looking for yellow eyes in the dark; it’s curiosity, it's an innate drive as real as an animal's. as real as her mother's, perhaps ⸺ for in all that wildness there is still something defiantly female about her, elegant as a doe in a glade. still, she squabbles with visiting noble sons and leaves their impression in the mud when they pull the hair the braid of her younger sisters; spends time in the kitchen kneading bread with the cooks; watches from the parapets as her brother goes to war, practicing with arrow and gritted teeth lest he come home baring enemies at his back.

in her twenties, while riding through the riverlands with a small retinue, ros and her company are attacked by bandits - later believed to be vassals of another riverlands house in disguise, their dissatisfaction with the tully's elevation to a great house swollen to violence ( WANTED CONNECTION ). in an oft-repeated story, ros encourages her handmaidens to flee, knowing their arm is to draw the blood of a tully. taking the steed of a fallen guard, she leads the pursuants on a chase through the wood before finally being felled : AN ARROW THROUGH THE HEART.

as much as is the story, as much is the report. the shaft passes through the back of the shoulder and out the other, narrowly missing the heart, but causing her to tumble from the horse. she is found in a ravine with by another house of the riverlands passing through & brought back to their castle to recover ( WANTED CONNECTION ). the event and her survival from what should have been a fatal wound earns her the affectionate sobriquet of SAINT OF THE GULLY, a reference to both her miraculous recovery & the ravine into which she had been found. she is similarly known as LADY STONEHEART by the people of the riverlands, a name of particular reverence & affection.

rosemund has always thought little of thrones or ambition; power, to her, has always been in hands strong enough to pull back a bow, to wipe blood from a dying man's brow or aid the villagers in their work. her engagement to the prince is antithetical to her desires : she, who only ever wanted to remain in the woods. moreso, she resents and rages against the danger this union places on her family: ros has no delusions that this struggle between the targaryens will end in bloodshed, and to tie her to one of them risks not only her own life, but more importantly that of her family's. currently she still hopes her brother will find a way to reneg on the engagement, but arrival in king's landing means that rope is on its last thread. though she currently hopes to evade her impending marriage, as a narrative ooc note this will alter as she comes to realize what good can be done from astride a throne.

HEADCANONS .

has very long, thick hair that currently falls a little below the waist. rarely done up in riverrun, she has always preferred keeping it in two thick braids. in king's landing and on constant presentation to the court, she also wears it loose and moderately styled.

called ros by anyone whose ever known her. rosemund is a formality, and rose was reserved exclusively for her late mother.

after the taking in of months-old rosemund, the late lord and lady tully's struggles to conceive seemingly come to an end: only two years later they are blessed with their next girl, and then another. the affectionate talk that surrounds this is that of the gods blessing lady tully for her empathy towards the child sired of another woman.

tends to keep her arrow scar hidden in gowns when possible not for dislike or vanity, but because finds the saint of the gully/lady stoneheart mythos/story too showy for her liking. she has pride for her actions, but not a great deal of interest in discussing it.

her mother's daughter through and through, which caused her much strife throughout her life. 'the dark-eyed lady,' as she's referred to in the riverlands, is a much-discussed and often-maligned bit of gossip, the story of her "seduction" of the lord tully growing increasingly fantastical with each retelling. ros visited her mother in the woods in her lifetime, though in the angst-filled years of teenagehood, both resented her and grew somewhat distant with her family.

comes to king's landing with a small retinue of pets: has a trained falcon named stranger. along with her falcon come two dogs, loyal wolfhounds, named nissa and azor, after the respective legendary figures. she's come to regret the name nissa, in some part, as the story of the wife who allowed a blade to be driven through her chest parallels trivially to the scar she bares over her breast.

exceptional archer, and perhaps an even more formidable equestrian. she had bested all local noble sons by the time she was fifteen, and had her father allowed her to race others, she would have bested them too.

while not the renowned healer her sister is, ros has a calm disposition in the face of violence and an ability to withstand blood and pain. having also learned a great deal from her bio-mother, she's a competent if not talented medic. she aided the war effort frequently, and has worked occasionally as olynna's assistant.

has a surprising domestic side; passable if not good with sewing and needlework, but lacks creative talent. she's best with mending a torn jacket or bending shoe; when she creates something worth remarking over, it's patience and diligence that's to thank. the only time she's created something she felt was genuinely beautiful was a banner made during her recuperation period from the arrow wound.

'blackwing' is a moniker known and spoken by very few. it references an attack made on a group of infantry invading the riverlands by a group made in the dark of night. though small, under the cover of darkness and anonymity they would put a bloody end to their enemies. among them an archer wearing a black cloak. they just stood there dispelling us with arrow, the lone survivor said. in that cloak so black and long. like wings.

( + / - ) clever, courageous, elegant, tactical, disobedient, warm, obstinate, maternal, esoteric, prideful, enigmatic, witty, resolute, graceful, inventive, outspoken, independent. CHARACTER  /  MEDIA  INSPIRATIONS     .  persephone, greek mythology .  lady jessica, dune .   bathsheba everdeen, far from the madding crowd . margaery tyrell, asoiaf . dryads, greek mythology . andromache, greek mythology . elizabeth swann, potc . vasya petrovna, the bear & the nightingale. talisa maegyr, asoiaf . guinevere, arthurian mythology . kayley, quest for camelot. katniss everdeen, the hunger games . snow white, snow white and the huntsman. maid marian, robin hood (2010) .

[kaleidoscopiclights]

so in love with my perfect couples!

[kbandjelly]

Getting furloughed the same month you have a lot of money in anime statues due is the cruelest of fates. Rip my life lol.

[sarcosmiiic]

What fabdom is the one with the clutch of eggs getting crushed? This seems batshit and disturbing in a way I'm fascinated by

PFFBT LMAO, haha its for hermitcraft! the character was grian and i think mumbo and xisuma were in it too, it was wayyy back in at least 2022 if not 21 though, so idk if its still up, sorry!

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I've seen a few people complain about the dragons in WoF not having cool fantasy names. Like... I don't know, Smargelcompf or whatever. I like WoF's naming system, though? Because fantasy names can be a pain to pronounce. And some dragons actually have pretty clever names! Or names that at least speak to an aspect of their character. Pyrite (I think meaning behind this one is obvious), Chameleon (this should also be obvious), Clay (clay can be morphed, just like Clay can morph his "destiny"), Morrowseer (his name is ironic and shows how the NightWings are frauds)... You get the point.

I don't think this is really that controversial, but yeah. Oh, and I don't have a problem with people who do like more unconventional names!! That'd be a silly thing to get heated about pffbt. Just wanted to share my thoughts.

One of the most popular WoF OCs on Wattpad for a whole 1-2 years was named Artemis, after a deity that dragons know nothing about

Qibli's name actually comes from something that doesn't exist in Phyrriah as well - a warm Meditteranean wind. The Meditteranean doesn't exist. If a canon character does it, I see no reason why people should be so upset over fanon.

[drawwithmis]

Wholesome lil guys doodles time

it's not a chili style, they're kids, in Modern AU they grow up, so now you can have little Major and BEE moments

Uuh they look like the same comic, I know they look related but these are 2 different moments pffbt

BEE did not switch emotions that fast

[hart-on-my-sleeve]

Saturday Night Main Events 1 4 1986 - Jimmy Hart, Terry Funk, Junkyard Dog

The whole event is wonderful, and whoever's idea was to take the wrestlers to a water park - I hope you got a raise.

[free-luigi-mangione]

Meanwhile, law enforcement was orchestrating the mother of all “perp walks,” attended by none other than the New York City Mayor.

mother of all perp walks pffbt lmao

[autobotmedic]

When being tasked to give hugs and kisses, she knew quick enough who would definitely be receiving a hug from her!

As is customary with Starburst, there was a scrambling of talons against the floor growing louder and louder- and suddenly with a giddy 'graaaowwwuu!' a certain starry Predacon leapt whilst running and TACKLED into Ratchet, giving warbly purrs and hugging him.

"I was tasked to give hugs. Of course you must receive one! Though the human internet calls this a 'glomp.' I hope it still counts!" As if to make up for this fact, she leaned up to give Ratchet's helm a sloppy llllick, before leaping off.

"If that did not count, surely that did! I know you like my kisses! You're welcome!"

...aaaand there she goes.

He had learned to identify the scuffling sounds as indicating someone's intent to pounce. He had also learned it was better to accept his fate and prepare for it rather than attempting to avoid it. Ratchet braced for impact.

He still wheezed, but was soon giving her scritchies and listening.

Glomp... What a strange term, but he does recall seeing it from time to time in internet browsing, usually as an expression of great excitement and affection; how appropriate for Starburst.

"I see- pffbt," oh he has been licked. All right then. "Mmh, I'm sure it counted." Amusement entered his field before she went on about her business, and he merely shook his head afterward.

[sortyourlifeoutmate]

What's harder to articulate, however, is why the Nemesis Dreadknight is lame, while Paragon Warsuits - especially the Purgator Mirabilis - are kickin' rad.

I think there are several factors.

Mean, look:

That's dope.

Whereas the Dreadknight, is, well...

See, there are factors, like I said. Little things that add up.

For one, the model itself of the Dreadknight is just kind of lame and weird. Everything feels a bit off. The feet are kind of odd. Why does it have those big articulated pistons when literally no other Imperial walker that I'm aware of has anything similar? Why is the thing holding him in so much like a baby safety harness? Why is he just stuck on the front like that?

It looks stupid. And more than that, while I know more models is always nice and I am as big a fan of giant robots as the next man, it really undercuts the "Glorious daemon-slaying paladins" schtick of the Grey Knights if it turns out they need one of these to fight Greater Daemons. What? Your blade and your fierce faith in the Emperor not enough? Pffbt, lame.

By comparison the Purgator Mirabilis (and Paragon Warsuits in general) seem a lot more 'sensible' - for a given value of sensible, of course.

The person wearing the armour is actually in the armour, mostly, rather than being strapped to the front of it. There's no silly external pistons. Having the wearer's arms poking out like that with the little controls is alright, actually, as it makes you kind of think of Landmates (I'm assuming that was the idea).

I'm not even mad at the things having fixed weapons stuck on them like I am with the Redemptor Dreadnought, because at least here they're up high and so can feasibly be used in a practical fashion.

(I actually quite like the Redemptor Dreadnought, I just hate GW's enormous hardon for slapping tiny little fixed guns onto everything now - I'm looking at YOU, Rogal Dorn tank.)

Anyway yes, I am right and these are my important opinions. Dreadknight boo, Paragon Warsuits yay, Purgator Mirabilis very yay.

If you were a real Grey Knight you'd be in Terminator armour fighting Greater Daemons anyway, like the Emperor intended...

[ethtyn]

i lied i'm still working on this pffbt

[security4314]

i forgot i still had this on ibis PFFBT. its a part of a goofy rp with some friends, and i drew it cuz why not

[azuremliam]

Jam packed little facts about Liam (their times as a human that is)! My hand writing can be pretty hard to read- so I'll have text format underneath the readmore :)

(Going from top left to right)

Human Liam Trivia

They/Them

5'2" "Hehehe!" [10 Year Old Trouble Maker] "Ah, great. Gotta deal with another growing in."

Liam's teeth regrow whenever they're knocked out. Abegail had to explain to Finn, that no, he doesn't have the same ability, humans don't usually work that way. It's just a weird Liam thing #1.

Both Finn and Jake have a necklace made of the fangs that have gotten knocked out. Liam likes gnawing on things when a new tooth is growing in.

"Careful now." "Chirp." [20 Years Old (Jake Hatches)] "Congrats Lil Bro!" "Hehe!" [25 Years Old (Jake Pupates)] "This is an actual human baby!?" "Pffbt" "Yes- now be careful with him." [30 Years Old (Vera and Gemma find Baby Finn)] [35 Years Old (Start of Journey & Meets Scarab)] *Infodumping about the Hive Cities "Ah, I see. That sounds efficent." "It is!" [36 - 37 Years] "I missed you too Scarab." *Trills [38 - 39 Years] "Make sure not to give our moms too much trouble." "K…" "Mkay…"

Liam used to dye their hair with plants that used to grow near their old hive. The dye sticks in the roots for ages and makes the hair smell like a plant. Most humans living outside bunkers or the Islands tend to dye their hair for camouflage.

Liam just did it because they wanted to look like their moms colors. Liam doesn't dye their hair anymore during their journey because their new Hive doesn't have any of the plants near it. They also just got tired of dyeing it.

"EEWWW"

Liam really loves the taste of Aphids. (They weren't affected by the mutations like the other insects, they're the equivalent of cows in Bug World AU) Finn isn't a big fan of them, but they're a common food source.

The Ant Farm Liam gets them from had to deal with little Liam snacking on them without permission. They behave themselves now.

"Is something wrong?"

Throughout their entier life, Liams eyes glow in the dark and they can see in the dark too. The intensity of the glow only increases as they get older.

It surprises Scarab when he finally notices the glow. Yet another weird Liam thing #2 that Finn wishes he could do too.

"Want some?" "…" Munch Munch Crunch Munch Crunch Crunch "Taste Good?" "It's good."

Liam shares their snacks a lot. They also like having Scarab try out their world's foods. He insists that he doesn't need any, but indulges when they ask.

It's also partially because Liam really likes seeing his face.

"Big Bro, Li could probably bit through your exoskeleton." "What?" "They accidently bit Gramps during training and made him bleed. He was really proud of them fighting back like that." "Li! Li!! Come bite Scarab for me!" "Huh!? What, why!?" "Well? Go on." "I can't believe you two made a bet…" 'Why do my teeth have to be on the line?' "Fine." "Bite! Bite! Bite!" "Alright then." Chomp "Hmm." "See, couldn't bite through." "Aw dang." "Now you can't stay up late for a month, got it?" "Kaaay." "No, only a week." 'Interesting.' "Woohoo!" "Huh? Why?" "You managed to scratch the surface."

Liam's teeth can pierce through some insect's carapaces in their world. They don't like doing it though. If surprised or scared enough, they'll do it out of reaction. That, or they'll hiss and occasionally growl without meaning to. Both Finn and Jake copy how Liam hisses and growls.

[originemesis]

"Pffbt! But love is all about consuming. Exhibit: blowjobs! Those forgive and forget types? All pussies. Source: trust me, bro ~ "