#Pet powder

[fluffygif]

Damn I am late for work

[hijinxinprogress]

Coffee addict Never sleeps Tim drake ❌ 

Solving cases in his sleep off 87 energy drinks Tim Drake ✅

The coffee addict never sleeps perpetually tired Tim Drake thing is a widely accepted headcanon however that was elementary school tim but after he stayed up for a week straight subsisting entirely on coffee to decipher the bat weekly patrol schedule and how it aligns with rogue attacks/Arkham breakouts, he crashed then when he woke up it was fucking wednesday so he missed his chance to commemorate his discovery with pictures of Robin and he decided that shit would never happen again and made himself an ‘efficient’ sleep schedule so he could run around doing fuck shit, add to his robin shrine, and stay on honor roll bc he was even more pissed to see the gotham gazette had pictures of Robin with an on site interview credited to Vicki Vale (listen bowl cut tim had a one sided beef with vicki vale that included tim judging who gets better pics of the bats but she isn’t even aware that she’s competing with a whole ass child 😭 he’s sitting at the table with a mug of orange juice and looks at the newspaper snorts and goes ‘fucking amateur I could do better’) 

Regularly unsupervised tiny businessman in training Tim ‘Ten hours of uninterrupted sleep?? That’s so inefficient not to mention fucking stupid’ Drake is so pissed he missed getting shots of Robin dropkicking a rogue from 6 six stories up (for absolutely no reason dick just thinks it’s fun) that he just takes at least 3 hour naps every eight hours 😭 he refuses to spend almost half a day sleeping ‘for no reason when he could be doing something productive’ 

And he still does this as a bat but it’s just easier to tell if he didn’t take his nap bc he has less than zero impulse control and he’s just fucking done with everything like the gcpd is terrified bc tim’s saying shit like ‘This guys a fucking moron, I could’ve done this in half the time without killing anyone fucking loser doesn’t he know if you keep them alive you can prolong the torture?’ and ‘you’re like all hysterical and for what 🤨 ‘you blew up 83% of Bristol waah’ stfu and fucking rebuild it?? It’s only rich mfs that live there, it’s just a matter of them opening their fucking wallets’ once a new recruit made the mistake of asking if robin had adult supervision regularly and Tim responded with ‘well if you’re gonna snitch to cps like a little bitch then yeah’ and that cop did snitch so tim fucking doxxed him

Yj has just accepted that sometimes they will find tim in an air vent, on the roof, in one of their closets, or something just fucking knocked out then an alarm will go off and he’ll just get up like nothing happened but for the first couple of months they were probably concerned bc ‘I’ve never seen you sleep?? wtf are you on man’ and Tim’s confused bc ‘I slept next to you this morning wdym??’ and that’s how yj discovers tim sleeps with his eyes open

But one of the worst things about Tim’s ‘time efficient sleep schedule’ nonsense is that it fucking works he’s one of the most well rested and coherent bats even after back to back Arkham breakouts however the absolute worst thing about his sleep schedule is the likelihood of going into the cave and seeing tim staring in a daze but wide eyed yet somehow never blinking at the batcomputer with 57 tabs open on top of being unresponsive and thinking he has a fucking concussion or he’s been replaced but he’s just doing case work while muttering nonsense in his fucking sleep for some reason

[lpsstim]

134) LPS 2406 for @/atomiicos! X x X x O x X x X

[fullcravings]

Dog Birthday Cake

[sosadraws]

46,32,11,8 for Powder :]

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Oh no doubt a total yapper, mostly by overexplaining herself or infodumping others.

The only circunstances in which she shuts up are because she's genuinely invested into something or she knows she fucked up and doesn't want to dig her grave any deeper.

32. If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

...Leaving the facility during your shift to go visit your MNHR situationship counts, right?

In her defense, it gets really boring working at night security when there isn't much to secure from, because the power plant you work at is in the middle of nowhere, so 🤷

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

Ask her opinion on her cadre leader, Trigger.

Powder has mixed feelings about her, but on the most part she just feels really guilty for being envious of her and wishing to have actual reason to dislike her, despite being over all a fair leader and being nice to her (so pretty much "I hate that you are so cool and perfect and everyone loves you, but I'm eternally grateful that you defend me and treat me with dignity").

So when confronted about it, she justs answers with something vague like "She's alright", and leaves it at that.

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

She does and says a lot of things in a backhanded or ironic way, but that doesn't apply to circunstances like confessing her feelings (which is a rare circunstance where she's being 100% genuine).

This gets her in a "boy that cried wolf" situation with Sasha, who is so used to Powder just joking around that doesn't believe her when she's being for real.

[breelandwalker]

If you have a spare moment:

Any ideas for spells or wards for a new pet? This is Arthur the chaos beast

HE IS PERFECT AND I LOVE HIMB.

PLEASE SMOOCH HIS WIDDLE HEAD.

(Also yes, there's this recipe for Pet Protection Powder. Enjoy!)

[smolpout]

had a nitemare n culdnt fall back asleep so i made myself a bottlee ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♡

[l3irdl3rain]

tried to share my dinner (quinoa with peppers) with Joey since he’s always liked quinoa before. He won’t touch it bc he’s a primadonna who doesn’t like that it isn’t warmed up

[takemetotheastralagain]

Oh now YOURE pregnant???

I’m too good at keeping these they’re all giving birth like I just got this thing set up like two sundays ago or something

@emo-eyemakeup-evildude @marshiestars @mememan93 @lovedtogekiss @emberphoenix-san @anemonemily @powdermelonkeg there’s so many babies that either are out or are imminent oh my goodness

You can kinda see the eggs in the picture too!! :0

[gothhabiba]

my opinions on guacamole purism are that you may have one of two opinions— 1. avocados and salt only— or 2. anything goes. to object to some ingredients (such as tomato or cream) on the basis that they aren’t “traditional” and then also add lime juice jalapeño cilantro and garlic makes no sense to me

[sysig]

Sizing chart of cute: One Size Fits All (Patreon)

[scratchandplaster]

Small Delights

CW: tiny Whumpee, non-human Whumpee, dubious Caretaker/Carewhumper, referenced nudity (non-sexual), it as a pronoun, conditioning

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The sun set beautifully behind the hills, yellows and pinks flowing through the window and letting the light reflect onto the glass panels that separated the tiny creature from the rest of the room. Surrounded by ferns and luscious greenery, they tended to forget that the square they called home wasn't bigger than a tree stump.

Lifting themself up from a mossy stone, graceful wings unfolded and stretched their full potential, they hopped down onto the soft earthy ground. Always cleaned and looked after, just like themself.

They pressed their face tightly against the closest pane, cool to the touch and speckled with water droplets. It liked to make the air around them heavy with drizzle, always misting the plants from above. It would be here soon, just like every evening.

Letting a quiet yawn escape their mouth, the creature barely taller than a mouse let the bright orange wings flutter in the last beams of sunlight. To the unaided eye, the missing spots in their pattern were invisible, chitin scales stacking on top of each other like bark. Stunning to watch, useless as always.

The air began to whir in a familiar frequency; it had arrived and made its way closer towards the transparent world they learned to inhabit. Fear had long faded from their mind, too familiar was the daily ritual it taught them since their rise from the cocoon. 

As it entered the room, unintelligible rumbling was directed towards them, and the giant shape removed the cover above their head.

They would love to know what they were saying, but apart from gestures, the communication with this titan was hopeless. It seemed to desire only one thing anyway, so all study would be a waste of effort.

The lid wasn't made out of any material they knew, it didn't feel like natures' product, no living element they could connect with. The hollow branch they used to hide in always provided a sense of comfort, of a home they had to have before...this. Hidden memories of the life prior to their transformation felt like faded dreams now.

Lowering its hand slowly into their playground, the expectant fingers waited for their cooperation. Climbing gingerly onto its palm, a few strong flaps of their wings helped with getting placed onto the rough skin beneath. They were meant to sit now, flipping wayward specks of dirt and moss away from their limbs, uncovered and delicate as a young nymph.

Back in the early days of their amity, they tried to flit and make the whole ordeal easier for both of them, but after a vicious grab and shake they learned to leave such decisions up to their gracious host. Never given the chance to try further, flying seemed pointless anyway. Maybe they weren't made for it after all.

The appendage lifted them out of the glass and up to its eyes, two dark spheres not much different to their own stared down at them.

Today must have been pleasant for it, the joyous expression mirrored clearly by their tiny guest made it act even more excited. A gentle grumble left its lips, nearly a purr. It had to have a successful hunt, they pondered.

Careful not to lose balance, the hand lifted the winged creature onto their chosen place: a cushion seat for their ritual. Bringing themself into position, they prayed to get it over with quickly today, thinking of the sweet reward that would follow.

The rummaging behind them stopped, as it too sat down and began what they could only describe as pleasant torture: hundreds of hairs started to tickle the edge of their wings, stroking leisurely across the vibrant tones one could only see in autumn. 

It didn't hurt them as the brushing kept its steady pace, or when it dipped lower on their wing to graze the spot in the pattern that reminded them of an eye. It didn't hurt when the pressure of the bristles against them rose, and it didn't hurt when the chitin plates that gave their wings shape and color began to shed across the floor.

Like snowflakes in a storm, the warm hues gracing their body were dusted off, tearing spots next to the fine veins throughout.

Deep down, they knew it made them lose their power. And this hurt, but only when they listened to the buried instinct that told them to resist against the loving mishandling.

After what felt like an eternity, the strokes became gentle again, like a breeze on their figure, and travelled down to where wing met skin.

Their upper back was being freed of crumbs and remaining scales, as the hairs moved downwards in long strokes to grant their legs and arms the same kind of attention. It worked thorough, leaving their body warm and tingly. Their head was last, patted down with a few quick swoops of its tool, marking the end of the routine.

Freed of any leftover grime, the pleasant shivers lulled them into a calm state, ready to drift off in its care. Before they could rest, it pressed a quick kiss between their wings, earning itself a whimper under its lips.

Breathing deeply, it lifted them up again to lay under the light they prepared in advance. The slight buzz of the heat above made them even sleepier, already willing to settle down onto the soft fabric.

It loved to arrange these little surprises for them, the nest it built allowed for enough space to stretch and settle down. So safe under the watchful eyes of their host, they folded their wings together, keeping them as close to their body as possible.

One could not wish for everything in life, at least they were far away from any predators or storms they could fell victim to.

Flying wasn't necessary then, right?

It meant well, they were certain, but they would give everything to explain the misunderstanding to it.

Still, to stay here was the better option, in the safety and comfort it loved to provide them. They called themself ungrateful, as they bathed the treacherous fantasy of the world beyond the glass.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterpost]

[powderblueblood]

I’m so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine.

thank you very much Roz pal. it’s all a big terrible shock at the moment but she was an extraordinarily loved little cat who had a beautiful life albeit short. there’s so many ways where she’ll always be with me and my family

[risingsunresistance]

pspsps mining fiesta soon

[pasitheapowder]

We know Jane liked cats and Evelyn liked dogs - so do you have any ideas on other characters’ pet preferences?

Doing this based on vibes. What vibes? I don't know. I have no pets.

Josephine - large slobbery dog

Moreau - cat (plz see Q&A when it emerges)

The Alegros Family - adorable old dog

Steptoe & husband - cats

Agent Cullen & husband - no, because of their schedules

Agent Blanc - of course not

Elinor - an extremely spoiled tiny dog

Stevie - lizard in a terrarium

[itsdetachable]

A couple of the new buddies were hanging out by the wall and I managed to get a vid of this one cleaning their antenna ❤️

You can do it buddies! Survive! Thrive! Multiply!!