#best lightning doggo ever

[pushing500]

I forgot that Tara the thunderbeast has Thor-powers, and she managed to single-handedly send the pigskin bandits fleeing for their lives.

Not before they'd got a few hits in, though, and on the way back home...

... Vasso had a cut on his leg that got infected. By the time we got back to Monster's Basin, the infection was at 98%, and his immunity was only at 72%. So, sadly...

... He matches Socks now. I suppose you could say they're "all right", but you wouldn't because that would be in poor taste.

Then we got some Mechanoids causing trouble, and considering M.M. and Tara did such a good job with the pigskins, we sent them to deal with it alongside Poison the bionic thrumbo and Buckeye with her newly-unlocked psycaster abilities.

An eventful trip that ended in no more toxic fallout and also a new relationship in the cult! Hooray!

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[calebwidgast]

dont be surprised if i send u a link in the next few minutes 🫡

okay, that link might be the greatest thing i've ever seen!! let's react to it 'cause i have follow up questions but fair warning, i might have written an entire fucking essay 😂😭

now, let's start!!

romain ntamack aka rolaj

a) being so shy that you could go an entire day without talking to anyone #relatable b) what do you mean he almost blinded his brother???? c) a little bit of a hoe AND and has cute doggos?? sign me the fuck up. d) ....i'm not gonna lie.... the pornstache kind of does it for me.... 🙃

melvyn jaminet

a) telling me that most people hate him is a surefire to get me intrigued in him 'cause i'm a petty and contradictory bitch 😈 b) what do you mean the coach had to call his parents so they could help him understand mr jaminet better?? that's really sweet?? 😭 c) doesn't use social media aka has probably reached a higher plane of existence than us mere mortals who are all chronically online

baptiste couilloud aka mr booty

a) i will admit that as someone who is very close to my siblings, seeing sport blorbos have good relationship with their siblings does make me a little soft for them b) #shortking (also love that in rugby being 176cm classifies as 'short' because i'm 158 cm...) c) this man jumped into not one, but two rivers?? two seperate rivers?? whilst half naked?? i need context here?? ...and photos...

charles ollivon aka mr ollivon aka mr thighs

a) i'm sorry if i offend the entirety of france... but to me you all sound the same... but i did look up an interview with him and i do love his accent?? b) calls everyone chicken?? okay... why tho?? 😂 c) tHIS MAN IS 199CM TALL??? and his teammates goes around yeeting him into the air?? holy fuck... d) mr capitaine!! e) very large man with a soft gooey center that loves animals?? it's a good thing he has a girlfriend or i would be on my way to france right now...

martin page relo

a) ooooh bestie to mr rolaj. i love me some childhood friends who grow up and achieve their dreams of playing their sport at the highest levels b) okay but you need to stop calling these fuckers small, he's still 15 cm taller than me... c) okay but when you say he doesn't speak italian, do you mean he's not fluent or that he doesn't speak any italian?? because i feel like that would get quite lonely?? d) loves food #relatable and great cook #unrelatable...

baptiste serin

a) okay first of all, we love a private king. someone who shows up, does his job and goes home. does he have children?? literally no one knows. b) he used to facetime his cat??? okay i've found my favorite, the competition is over, everyone else can just pack up and go home. c) swears a lot you say??... again... #relatable d) smaller sports blorbos picking fights with people twice their size that their teammates then have to finish. name a more iconic sport dynamic.

louis rees-zammit aka lrz

a) okay, first of all, looks like a fuck boi but in a way that's kinda hot but he's also six years younger than me sooooo. no. b) he joined the nfl?? what, so he just up and went halfway across the globe to join the fake football league?? okay. c) ...not gonna lie... the accent... kinda hot d) ...but what do you mean he had to protect a giant lion plushie for weeks?? from what?? was someone trying to take mr plushie away from him?? e) i need picture proof of this lightning haircut 😂

antoine dupont aka sQUARE HOE?? 😂

a) awww, his teammates protecc!! b) #educatedking but for real, getting an education feels like a good idea when your day job is rugby... one of the most physical sports in the world... c) hmm... model you say?? 👀👀 d) okay, so he's one of the best rugby players in the world who also finished school and models in his spare time... so he's perfect??

matthieu jalibert (not gonna lie... read that as jailbait the first time...)

a) why is mr jalibert with his doggos getting hated on?? don't people know he has doggos and as such can't be that bad (don't quote me on that...) b) ouchhhh, getting misdiagnosed and worsening the injury is pretty much every athlete's worst dream 😐 c) ooooooh, give me the drama deets... d) what do you mean chipped off a tooth whilst rowing?? how do you chip a tooth, whilst rOWING?? don't you use your arms for that, not your teeth??

damian penaud

a) okay but getting your teeth knocked out, getting replacements but either never wearing them or sometimes wearing them but taking them out to play with them the rest of the time is SUCH a hockey player move... b) aGAIN, give me the deets on the drama. who was this reality show douchbag?? why was it such a big deal?? c) attended his team party celebrations for their grand slam victory in shorts and flip flops 'cause he jumped into a bubble bath with his suit on?? ... i love these idiots already 😂😊 d) THEY LOST THE TROPHY?? HOW DO YOU LOSE A TROPHY?? WHERE WAS IT?? HOW DID THEY FIND IT?? e) i've been told i laugh like a hybrid of a hyena and a disney villain so i feel you... f) a gamer AND a golf addict?? well... you win some, you lose some

ange capuozzo akA THE PRETTIEST BOY???

a) i don't know if it was the picture you choose but i think i'm in love... his soft brown eyes... the little swoop of his hair... b) joris is like charles' personal assistant right?? c) i'm not suprised you love him if he's a huge charles fan, like calls to like 😊😂

bonus round:

cyril baille

first of all, you weren't kidding when you said he's a huge teddy bear, i love him already. secondly, him and i are birthday twins!!

ethan dumortier

'he's smart. still can't believe it.' ....i love that being your only comment... 😂

gregory alldritt

mr alldritt didn't even get a comment... poor mr alldritt 😂

anyway, this was an absolute blast!! i will definitely be trying to memorize these fuckers!!

[touyasdoll]

Have you seen the Dish TV commercial with the rainstorm and the Doggo that is terrified? Because my heaaaaaart 😭♥️❤️♥️❤️

 

Also, imagine:

Aizawa with Reader afraid of storms. Just… He’s gonna wake up to a shaky, clingy koala that somehow managed to get into that sleeping bag, too. It better be a big sleeping bag, is what I’m saying. You and at least one cat is will have made there way inside there. 🐈🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛ Any other cats are cuddled on the outside. Possibly on-top or Shouta’s face because it’s a cat. They do that even when they’re not mad at you. Its love by suffocation. It gets to wear Shouta would be drawn out of the deepest sleep he could ever manage, because you’re crying silent tears, soaking through his shirt, as your resting your head over his heart to have something to focus on. You don’t want to wake him, but you’re also that much afraid. 😰😰 He gives an exasperated sigh as you feel arms wrap around you tight, a kiss pressed against your hair and reassurances murmured softly. He’s got you, Kitten. You’re safe. You’re loved. You’re going to have to make some room as two more cats want in there. You’re also supposed to wake him up when this happens, but he’s also supposed to wake you up for a lot of things so it’s a stalemate of loving each other deeply and coping badly over certain things.

Natsuo with Reader afraid of storms. He’s an easy going, sympathetic reaction but also slight smile and soft relieved laugh. 😮‍💨😅😅 Not at you, per se, but after the initial panic that there might have been something hospital worthy happening. He’d be very doting and you’d get a pillow fort. The best pillow fort and he’d share a couple small tales of him doing this with his siblings. There aren’t many good memories, so it would distract you pretty well. 🥺💕 You love hearing his happy memories and will listen to the bad ones, too, because you are determined to be his rock as he is yours. You don’t even make any mention when you both wake up to find his siblings have made their way into the fort to cuddle with you both. Reliving the good memories, too. Plus it’s common knowledge amongst the siblings that pillow forts and sibling cuddles even via other relationships in the Todoroki household are free real estate.

Eijīrō with a Reader afraid of storms. Dude is 95% comforting teddy bear and 5% flexing randomly to remind you that storm will have to get through him. He is ROCK. That lightning could never. 😏😤 It would make you giggle, which he’d count as a success. He’d also cuddle you in his arms, have some animated film playing as you’re both covered in blankets. You can never go wrong with Ghibli. Even if he ends up crying over those movies perhaps more than you do. The Land before Time movies must be prepared for a week in advance minimum because you will both be full of tears. Eiji would snag your favourite plush so while he hugs you, you can hug them. You’re protected by a forcefield of love. 😌🥰🥰

 

Feel free to add on, but that’s all that hit me this morning. I wanted to do Hitōshi, Izuku and Denki, too, but the sleep is not allowing that. Wants to call me back home 😂😂💕

GRAE I AM FEELING THINGS jebfbsbdd wha?? My heart oh dear 💕

I’m supposed to be making Natsuo mean rn & this has melted me 😭 I love him so much.

I love them all so much but Natsuo hit hardest. Aizawa just loves so deeply & Kiri is just the cutest as always oh my goodness. Thank you for blessing my eyes with this 💕

[anothertimdrakestan]

I'm 5'6", dark wavy hair, I love drawing and painting, I'm ambiverted, I want to grow up to be a biochemist, I love animals and science and music. I love fall weather, chocolate and rom coms. I play guitar. Who would you ship me with, fren?🙃🙃🙃 btw im loving the ships on your blog❣️❣️❣️

hehe hi babes this was SO HARD and I can’t explain why bc I’m stuck between. two people so I gave you a double ship bc you’re my soulmate so you deserve the best lmao tell me which is correct-er (English rip) THEYRE SO DIFFERENT BUT BOTH SO GOOD HALP

uno: damian wayne

- you guys are both such soft souls I just know you’d come to him after a hard day and rant while you draw together to release pent up energy

- your dogs would get along oh my GOD can I ship your doggos too?

- yk how we like to ft/call while I'm doing boring tasks and you talk to me about your day and whatnot? I’m 10000% sure you would do this with Damian in his comms while he’s on patrol

- “beloved you know I truly love listening to you but I cannot focus on living while you scream about anime, just give me a minute”

- “okay my love i’m back please tell me about that plot, I couldn’t stop thinking about it whilst I tied up those thugs”

- he’d love the way you check in on him, he’s not very good at keeping his emotions in check and he’d be very appreciative of the way you make him pause, get a glass of water, and talk it out

- he’d take you on dog walks in fall weather, wrapped up in his hoodies holding a dog leash in one hand and your hand in the other, both of you quietly laughing about some funny face you made that he found absolutely adorable

this ship is healthy and wholesome but here’s the reason I cannot choose:

Wally fucking West:

- you guys would be SO chaotic and fun and hilarious I’d love to see it

- he’d bring out your confident, energetic side and you’d always be there for his never ending cuddles and terrible puns

- he loves science too and you guys would bond over nerdy things while i scream “NERD” at both of you and run away

- he would love making your life a romcom with surprise dates, chocolate deliveries when you least expect it, and cuddle sneak attacks 

- remember that thing from the teen titans tv show where kid flash always zoomed past jinx and replaced whatever she was holding with a red rose? he’d do that shit ALL THE TIME and just thinking about it makes my heart melt

- you guys would be facetiming all the time and if you ever say you’re sad or unhappy you can expect your speedster at your house in like 5 minutes tops ready for a movie night and cuddles

- he’d want you to teach him guitar and he’d do the “i love you bitch” thing all the time and everyone would think you were so cute and you’d be like “you dork you did that like five minutes ago!”

- you’d both have all sorts of nicknames for each other: “zippy, sparky, dork, Wallace (not a nickname but still funny) lightning mcqueen, Mcdonalds, baby flash etc” vs “ree ree, angel, slowpoke, nerd, cutie, dearest” and probably a million more

- overall you guys would just be hilarious softies that everyone would be jealous of including me but i would also make fun of you so hard and ask wally to hook me up with bart but that’s not important CUZ YALL CUTE

SEE HOW I CANT DECIDE?!!??!!? YOU’RE SOFT EMOTIONAL ARSTY SIDE VS YOUR NERDY PUNNY TEASING SIDE AHHHH HELP ME

[lovemesomesurveys]

Are you ready for this jelly? I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly. 
Which month is your favourite? October and December. 
Are you a vegetarian? Nope. 
Dark, milk or white chocolate? White or milk. Dark chocolate is gross. 
Tea or coffee? Coffee, duhhh.


Favourite colour? Pastels, rose gold, coral, mint green, and yellow. 
Was your last kiss meaningful? Yeah. 
Last movie you watched? On TV I just watched The Parent Trap. In theaters I recently saw The Invisible Man. 
Do you like anyone at the moment? Not in the romantic sense. 
Do you want any tattoos or piercings? Nah. I don’t think I’ll ever work up the nerve to ever get a tattoo.  
Do you genuinely hate anyone? Besides myself, no. 
Have you broken the law this year? I don’t think so. 
What are you looking forward to? There isn’t anything coming up. 
Last time you cried? A few days ago. 
What colour eyes are the best? Blue and green eyes are gorgeous. I’m quite envious. 
Favourite movie? I have many. 
Are you ready for a child? I don’t want kids.  
Last thing you ate? My leftover pizza from yesterday. 
Do you smoke? No. What are you going to do after this? Probably another survey. Or read. 
What’s your favourite word? I can never think of one when asked this. 
Was today a good day? Quite boring. It’s weird cause majority of my days are the same, I do the same things. Usually I’m okay with doing my usual things. Some days they just don’t cut it, though. The day just seems to drag extra slow. I also feel extra tired and drained. 
Are you happy with your life right now? No. 
What are you listening to? An ASMR video. 
Cats or dogs? Dogs. 
What was the last movie you cried at? I don’t remember.  
Do you want to get married? No. 
Last place you slept other than your own bed? Hotel bed. 
You’re getting drunk, what do you drink? I don’t drink. 
One movie you want to see? I want to see the new Candyman.  
What do you think of Justin Bieber? I like some of his music. His more r&B sounding stuff. 
Is there someone you can tell everything to? Ya’ll. 
Is the closest saturday going to be a good one? Today is Saturday and I already described the day I’m having. 
Have you ever moved house? We’ve moved a few times when I was too young to remember. We lived in the same house from when I was 5 to 22 and then moved to the house we live in now. 
Most money you’ve ever had at one time? A couple thousand. 
Do you swear often? No. 
Coke or Pepsi? Coke. 
Brown bread or white? I like both, assuming by “brown bread” you’re referring to wheat. 
Mars or snickers? Snickers. 
Should weed be legalised? Yeah, and it is in a lot of states now. 
Favourite TV show? I have many. 
Could you last in a relationship for over a year? I think so. Assuming it was working out and I was happy in the relationship. 
What’s your favourite quote? Blah. 
Where were you when you last cried? In my room on my bed. 
When was your happiest moment? Times in my childhood. 
If you were made prime minister for a day, what would you change? I don’t want to be. I don’t want that kind of responsibility. 
Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. 
How late were you up last night? Until almost 6AM. 
Do you still dress up for halloween? Nope. It’s been a few years since the last time I dressed up. I’m over that. I don’t go anywhere anymore on Halloween anyway. 
When was the last time you drank beer? Like 8 years ago. 
Are you the same person as you were last year? In a lot of ways. Unfortunately. 
Are you thinking about someone? No. 
Do you fall for people easily? I did tend to fall for people easily. Man, it’s been so long since I’ve had those kinds of feelings for anyone. 
Do you like the smell of petrol? Yes. 
What would you like to be doing right now? I don’t know. 
Would you be bothered if your boyfriend/girlfriend did drugs? I absolutely would. 
You’re randomly given £100, what do you buy? I’ll make that $100. I’d probably just save it, honestly. 
Have you ever made anyone cry? Yes. Not intentionally or purposefully, but yes. 
Would you delete your facebook if they removed ‘notes’? I removed notes a long time ago. I didn’t care. 
Which past era other than this one (70s, 80s, etc) would you like to visit? The 80s. I also think it’d be cool to visit the 90s as an adult and see it from that perspective. 
Are you a morning or a night person? I’m barely a person. 
Do you like thunder & lightning storms? Yes. 
Last time you threw up from drinking? 7 years ago. The last night I drank was the worst night I ever had from drinking. After that, I was like I’m sooooo over this. 
Do you have any nicknames? Steph and Sis. 
Do you enjoy dubstep? No. 
Do you have a Twitter account? Yep. 
Do you wear glasses? Yes. 
Are you a different person now than you were last year? You basically asked this already. 
Would you rather get your tongue or lip pierced? Neither. I did used to want a lip piercing when I was 16, though. Of course I was too big of a baby. 
Do you get sea sick? Yes.  
What’s the weather like outside? It’s been raining today. 
If you could have any animal as a pet, what would you have? I love having a dog. 
Which of your friends knows you best? My mom. 
Plans for this weekend? Didn’t do anything today. Tomorrow much of the same. 
Are you a fan of sparkly toes? Sparkly toes?  
Do you listen to any radio stations? Nope. My family all play their Spotify in their cars. 
Do you download music illegally? I haven’t done that in over 10 years. 
Do you look at the keyboard when you type? Nope. 
Have you been out of the country before? Just once when I went to Mexico. 
Hugged anyone today? No. 
Do you drink every weekend? I don’t drink at all. 
Do you have any scars? I have a lot of scars. 
Is your profile private? My IG and Facebook are. 
Is it okay to kiss people if you’re single? As long as the other person is single, too. 
Could you live without your phone? I mean yeah life would go on, but it would suck. I don’t even use it for typical phone purposes like calling or texting all that much, I use it mostly for the apps. I prefer the app versions of Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and Spotify. I also go on Instagram and Snapchat a lot. And I use the Kindle app to read a lot of my books. 
Do you have a weird food combination you like? e.g. Pombears with Nutella The one that came to mind first is scrambled eggs and ranch. 
Do you like Ke$ha? I like a few of her songs. 
Have you ever cried at a book? Yes. 
What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done? Oh, that’s a long list that just keeps getting longer. 
Would you ever get a tattoo on the inside of your lip? Noooo. That sounds super painful. 
Can you sleep in total darkness? No. I sleep with the TV on for that reason and for the sound because I can’t have it completely quiet either. 
Current mood? Bored, hungry, tired, blah. 
Do your parents allow you to date? I’m 30 years old. I can’t use that excuse for why I’m still single, ha. 
Has anyone ever spelt your name wrong? Yeah, they’ll put an F instead.  
Do you use smiley faces on the computer? Yeah. 
Is there someone who you can spend every minute with and not get annoyed? My doggo. 
Do you have a bad temper? No, but I do get irritated, frustrated, and overwhelmed a lot. 
Think of a random person, and give them a message here, no names: Nah.

[metpo-avthpwnou]

Task 01

Hi meet me, the resident French lesbian medievalist. 

Name: Hannah Pronouns: she/her Characters you are playing: Louis & Diana

Do you have any pets: Yes! I have 2 doggos: Victor Hugo and Dorian Gray What is your favorite tv show/ movie/ book/ musical: ((prepare yourselves i ain’t gonna pick just one of each)) TV show: The Tudors, The Borgias, Friends, Brooklynn 99, Avatar the Last Airbender, Doctor Who ; Movie: Star Wars ; Book: Lancelot, ou le chevalier de la charette (Chrétien de Troyes), Notre Dame de Paris (Victor Hugo), De Profundis (Oscar Wilde), Harry Potter (J.K. Rowling), Le Roman de Silence (Heldris de Cornouaille), Frankenstein (Mary Shelley) ; Musical:The Prince of Egypt, Les Misérables, Hamilton, Le Roi Soleil, La Légende du Roi Arthur, Mozart l’Opéra Rock, Der Tanz der Vampire What is your favourite weather: ((if i have to go outside:)) Cold (around 8-10°C), sunny, but with clouds still in the sky so it’s not too bright all the time. ((if i get to stay inside:)) 12-15°C and rainy. But like. Thunder, lightning, pouring rain. So that the windows cry and the cobbled streets become rivers. Best reading & tea & coffeeshop jazz weather. (Either big Romance or dark academic aesthetic). One fun fact about you: This isn’t usually fun for other people but it’s fun for me: I’m technically a hyper-polyglot. 

Tell us about your first rp experience or character: Oh man. I was 12. It was a Warrior Cats RP. It was my life for 3 years, I thought it was the best thing ever, I miss it all the time, and my cat was called Mudfire, she was WindClan.  Best rp memory: The Arthurian RP I was in a few years back. It was such a great and lively group; everyone was wonderful, the plots were interesting and dynamic, I never had an issue with another player, and Arthuriana is my bread and butter so it was literally everything I wanted from an RP. I played Lancelot, which I did in an effort to actually like him as a character, and lo! he is now my absolute favourite problematic fav.  One thing you are excited about for this group: That it’s actually a medieval RP but even moreso that it looks like we have a wonderful cast of players already and it promises to be a really great group which honestly makes all the difference <3

[shadows-twilight]

RWBY Volume 7 Chapter 3

My thoughts and opinions on Chapter 3 of RWBY Volume 3, "Ace-Operatives"

SPOILERS BELOW:

Man, that snow looks so good. Honestly, the precipitation alone seems to be a good indication of how far CRWBY has come. I mean, was there even any rain or snow in Volume 1-3? So proud of their progress.

Hmm, seems like there was a slight timeskip in between last episode and this one, since Pietro mentioned "holding onto [there] weapons for so long". That being said, UPGRADE TIME!!!

Hmm, were those three soldiers Huntsmen or just plain military (or is there a difference). They showed up at the same time Clover mentioned other Huntsmen, but three different people with the same uniform and the same weapon doesn't seem very Huntsman-y to me.

Interesting. The holo-board that Clover is giving his briefing on says that RWBY and JNR have active License statuses. Did they become official during that timeskip? Also, the icons showed them with their new updated looks, but then immediately panned over to show Jaune and Ruby in their Mantle looks. Just felt like pointing that out.

Wow. Couldn't resist with those Pyrrha feels, could you? frikkin' bastards.

Let the fashion show begin! Everyone has their new duds and they are looking GREAT!

Ooh, new song! It seems really lighthearted and fluffy. I love it and can't wait to hear it in full.

So what kind of accent does Elm have, anyway? I didn't catch it last episode and I can't really place it.

Ok, now that we've seen it properly outside of a single promo image and the quick glance in the opening, I am fully on board with Jaune's new haircut. It took a while, but we got there.

Ooh. The new hard light additions double as a glider. Very Breath of the Wild-y. I like it.

Aaww, Bumbleby flirting scene, right out of Legend of Korra. So cute ^-^

Hmm, this feels like the first time they've confirmed that Aura can protect from temperature related perils. Good to know for future fanfic material.

Oh good, they are indeed talking about them lying to Ironwood, particularly the part where Oscar compares it to Ozpin's actions. I mean, I don't particularly see them as being in the wrong, but I'm glad they pointed out the parallels.

Wow. Qrow and Clover are definitely giving me some sitcom "chipper one meets emo one" pairing vibes. Take that as you will.

I wonder what's up with Ren giving Nora the cold shoulder all of a sudden. Kinda thought we were past the "will they won't they" point with them, but I guess we'll see.

Ooooh, was this the mine Ilia's parents died in. That would be interesting.

I must say, there's was something I liked about Marrow's little talk about the Faunus. He didn't really say it straight out, but it felt like he was trying to tell Weiss to not put too much blame on her family (and by extension herself) as that's just how society is, sucky as it is.

My my, Floyd. You've grown so big since we last seen you.

Ooh, so Harriet's weapon is a pair of Jax arms? Me likey a lot. I want to see a bit more of the Ace-Ops before I say for certain, but I think she just might be my favorite of the bunch.

All these new Grimm are so cool!

Upgrade display time! Yang seems to now have explosives (Argent is suddenly feeling a lot less original as an OC now), and the head of Crescent Rose can now rotate.

Bahaha, they are really leaning into Marrow's dog attributes. Not only can his weapon come back to him when thrown (he can play fetch with himself!) but his semblance allows him to make other things 'stay' (which, for the record, is a really cool semblance)

Meanwhile, Harriet's semblance seems to be some good old-fashioned, Flash-style superspeed. She's even got the lightning trails and everything. Simple, but never dull, especially when it leans into her allusion so well.

Vine and Elm have some pretty swanky semblances of their own. Vine seems to have energy-projection stretchy arms while Elm's literally roots her to the ground. Very fitting to their allusions as well (which I did not catch last episode because for some reason I never happened upon The Elm and the Vine when trying to look them up. Oh well)

Ooh, did Jaune get gravity dust infused into his shield as well? Man, that thing is becoming versatile!

Hehe, Ren's blades are now grappling hooks. There upgrades are AWESOME!!!

Geeky Ruby is my favorite Ruby.

Going back to my OC's suddenly feeling a lot less original, one of the ideas I had in forming River's weapon was that it basically took Sly Cooper's cane and turned it into a giant fishing hook. Guess RT wanted to be a lot less subtle about it. Oh well. It's really cool getting to see the Gigas form like that. I mean, it's cool enough to see once it's formed, but there's a certain fun to seeing standard objects actually become components of the whole.

Huh, so Clover's semblance is indeed good luck to counter Qrow's bad. Do the romantic implications ever cease (especially when Clover goes so far as to wink at him?) ... ... ...Oh god, Clover's going to be evil, isn't he?

Hmm, since not letting the agitated gravity dust hit the floor seems to be such a major element in this Ace-Op showcase action scene, I can't help but wonder what a bunch of gravity dust going off would look like. Would it just be a giant concussive blast, or would it turn everything into an M.C. Escher drawing for a while.

And, yes, I did have to look up the artists name to make that joke.

Hmm. Harriet's comment intrigues me. If Ruby's semblance isn't straight up superspeed, then what is it?

Ruby riding on Elm's shoulder is one of the cutest things I've seen. This episode is giving us a lot of great interactions.

I swear, they are doing their damnedest to make Tyrian creepier and creepier with each volume, and by god they are succeeding.

Huh. Figured Forest would be a little more important than that. Rest in peace, #FRWBY.

Oh my gawd, they actually label Marrow’s tail in his concept art as a “doggo tail”. That is amazing and I love it.

This is so far the best episode this volume (not that it has a lot of competition yet, but still) I am really liking the direction this volume is going and I can't wait to see where it goes from here.

[4chanbf]

All of the asks

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Soda cans!!!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Depends on my mood

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Bubblegum tastes better, cotton candy is more fun to eat

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? crying i think?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? cans or glass cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? pastel or goth

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones block out sound better:D

8. movies or tv shows? movies, cant concentrate on show:(

9. favorite smell in the summer? everything?

10. game you were best at in p.e.? everything:(

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? granola/cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist? i cant sleep lol

13. lanyard or key ring? key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? sour patch kids i think

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? cant remember:p

16. most comfortable position to sit in? gay

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? black doc martens with red roses

18. ideal weather? rain

19. sleeping position? idk im sleeping

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? laptop or sticky notes

21. obsession from childhood? i was a harry potter fan

22. role model? mcr?

23. strange habits? idk

24. favorite crystal? i like rosequatz

25. first song you remember hearing? christmas music i think

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? swim in the ocean (im trans so yay)

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? isolate myself and cry

28. five songs to describe you? too tired to think

29. best way to bond with you? talk about feelings?

30. places that you find sacred? my room and the ocean

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? FLANNEL I LOVE FLANNEL AND KANDI

32. top five favorite vines? in no particular order: tttttttarget, put Gerard BACK, cam down we dont need to panic at the disco, you got me bewitched, i have the power of god and anime on my side

33. most used phrase in your phone? lol, xd, keyboard slam

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? dont wait dial the eights (im not even american, my friend just sang it for me)

35. average time you fall asleep? its different

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? ?????

37. suitcase or duffel bag? suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? pie

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? some girl put my shoes in the trash:(

41. last person you texted? my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? jacket

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap? i dont really care

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? i cant choose

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? my pjs

47. favorite type of cheese? i like mild kinds cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? a kiwi i think

49. what saying or quote do you live by? i just got so emo i fell apart

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? my life. its a joke.

51. current stresses? history assignment, messy room, not indentifying myself bc my mom wont let me cut my hair (gee thanks mom)

52. favorite font? comic sans

53. what is the current state of your hands? huh?

54. what did you learn from your first job? i havent had a job:/ (im a dissapointment)

55. favorite fairy tale? uhm, i dont really know

56. favorite tradition? im not really fan of traditions

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? a very toxic friend (cried every day bc of them, lost all self esteem etc.), feeling lonely every day, my kpop phase

58. four talents you’re proud of having? i can somehow draw, thats it

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? fuck you, i hate you:)!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? magical girl anime!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? theres a lot

62. seven characters you relate to? Peridot from steven universe, Luna from harry potter, Steven from steven universe, Micheal from be more chill, i dont really know more

63. five songs that would play in your club? i would just make it emo hell, that would be fun

64. favorite website from your childhood? moshi monsters!

65. any permanent scars? a lil one under my lip, i fell when i was like, 3

66. favorite flower(s)? black roses are pretty edgy, but sunflowers are nice too

67. good luck charms? nope

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? everything i could find on the table

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? idk, im pretty stupid

70. left or right handed? right

71. least favorite pattern? leopard, its still ok tho

72. worst subject? GYM

73. favorite weird flavor combo? sprinkles + everything

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 8?

75. when did you lose your first tooth? at like, 8

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? everything, patato is my life

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? yes

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? sushi, i hate cofee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? i dont drive

80. earth tones or jewel tones? idc

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies

82. pc or console? console

83. writing or drawing? drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio? podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket? idc

85. fairy tales or mythology? mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes? yes

87. your greatest fear? being outed, being attacked, everyone secretly hating me

88. your greatest wish? to be accepted?

89. who would you put before everyone else? my doggo

90. luckiest mistake? dont make those

91. boxes or bags? bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? fairy lights

93. nicknames? nope, i have for my deadname tho:/

94. favorite season? dont really care

95. favorite app on your phone? spotify

96. desktop background? a collage of stuff i like

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 0

98. favorite historical era? idk man, i just really like hamilton

[mod-sparky]

Alters

summer- the host! thats me! (they/them/any) 21 (actual age)

judge- quiet, reserved. well spoken. (she/her) 21

Asher- the one that works our shifts, sad boi stoner, angel, fictive, tired all the time (he/him) whos counting?

Sparx- gatekeeper, energetic af!!!! fictive ready 2 friend (we think 20???) constant

Paige- creativity, artistic type with a bit of a short temper (she/her) 21

Wilbur- android fictive who isnt totally sure we’re human yet. very volatile if you piss him off (he/him) 25

Bailey- Asher’s daughter? small ginger girl (she/her) 11

Lightning- self defence, VERY standoffish, probably wont be friends with anyone (she/her) 25

Sugar- lust, literal succubus, very forward and confident (she/her but she sometimes changes) 25

Princess- a royal that the judge looks after 18

Wendy- adventurous. she wants to be a princess and also kill dragons (she/her) 17

Cyan- hallucinations, Wendy's housemate, very sweet if a little bit odd, wouldn't harm a fly and likes to be around Wendy mostly (she/her) 21/16 slider

Crona- anxious all the time, probably wont really talk much. (she/her) 19

Ragnarok- guardian, looks after Crona, quiet but friendly (he/him) 30

Aspie- shy but again friendly, tends to be rather awkward but they try (they/them) 18

Vinyl- very musical, will sing if asked or not, good luck if that happens (she/her) 19

Stien- sadism, dont worry she wont hurt a fly without permission and shes actually rather polite (she/her) 20

Berry- alcoholic, stoner, just reaaally dont like being sober. she's not around often (she/her) 21

Ento- not really sure what ento does or why hes here. but he's chill, really likes magic tricks and shows (he/him) constant

Para- paranoid af, scared of everything and everyone (she/her) 19

Gummi- hyperactive all the time, has the energy for life i wish i still had. loves a packet of haribo or any sweet treats rly (she/her) 20

Chell- stubborn and difficult to argue with, very talkative and never ever changes her mind on anything ever. if you agree with her you'll get along (she/her) 26

AMA- cannot lie, they really cant stand mistruths and will probably cry if you lie to them? other than that they're calm and collected (they/them) 22

kawaii- small and weeby, likes cute stuff and stims and stuff. speaks very little english (she/her) - 21

Cindy- FASHION IS HER PASSION. she loves talking about feminine stuff and dressing up (she/her) 20

Mac- a man of few words. typically masculine (he/him) 20

lexii- likes to document things and is usually very formal (she/her) constant

Fritz- loves video games, energetic and quick to shittalk (she/her/who cares) 21

Clockwork- friend. eager to meet new people and talk to anyone, ex judge (they/them) 21

Odette- submissive dog girl, more intelligent than puppy, can type/talk well (she/her) 21

Electra- maternal, looks after any children she can (she/her) 21

Angel- very into hugs and intimacy, not sexual just huggy she PROMISES (she/her) 21

Sweety- very kind, will listen to any problems and try to help as best she can, not sure if shes capable of getting angry (she/her) 21

Madotsuki- a fictive from Yume nikki dream diary, a video game, wont talk but she types. sleeps alot and has odd dreams, very lonely. (she/her/they/them) ???

???- isolation, never talks never seen

sirris- very OCD. obsessed with symmetry and numbers. her name is a palyndrome :D used to be death the kid. decided not to be male.

puppy- doggo fren very old but new to human lifestyle (she/her) 18

Wheatley- Fictive from Portal 2. trying his best to atone for his sins in that game, not sure if he understands it’s just a game? (he/him) idk how old is wheatley he doesnt know either

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

Tell us about your ocs?

AHHHHHHHHHHH MAJI THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ‘BOUT MY BABIES I LOVE YOU HI !!!!!!!

This is gonna be a lightning round for my Main Nine Ten but there’s a more in-depth one right here (+ my poly zombie bbs and their chaotic neutral daughter)!!

June

TINY AGENDER VELOCIRAPTOR DEMON. V BITTER N GRINCHY. LITTLE BALL OF PTSD AND SHARP WIT. HAS SHARK-LIKE TEETH, LONG SHARP NAILS, OLIVE SKIN, AND SHINY BLACK HAIR DOWN TO THEIR MID-NECK. LOVES FAST FOOD AND BEING ALONE. HIGHKEY ALLERGIC TO LOVE AND DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT. OPERATES OFF FEAR AND SPITE. LEADER OF HELL’S PACK. BE CAREFUL BC THEY DEFINITELY BITE. CARES ABOUT ONLY TWO PEOPLE AND ONE IS A DOG. THEY’RE MY FAVOURITE BC I AM A SHAMELESS BAD DAD. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Dante

SOLDIER BOI, SECOND-IN-COMMAND OF HELL’S PACK. FORMERLY HUMAN, DID SOME DARK SHIT DURING THE SINO-FRENCH WAR, THUS BECAME A DEMON. VIETNAMESE IN APPEARANCE, BUFF ENOUGH THAT HE COULD PROBABLY TROW A T-REX ACROSS A FOOTBALL FIELD. LOVES VIOLENCE BUT IS PRETTY EAST-GOING FOR THE MOST PART. MUCH SMARTER THAN YOU’D THINK. BRILLIANT TACTICIAN. EVEN BETTER FRIEND. ALSO HIS EARS STICK OUT A BIT AND HE’S ACTUALLY ADORABLE. ALWAYS TOO COMPASSIONATE FOR HIS OWN GOOD. LOST OF SCARS BC HIS JOB IS WRESTLING WITH 500 POUND HELLDOGGOS ON THE REGULAR.

August

AUGI MY REGAL ESTEEMED TRUTHFUL GENDERFLUID DISASTER BIRB. LIKES TO PUT ON A VERY CALM “I’M BETTER THAN YOU” AIR, BUT INSIDE THEY’RE JUST A PIPING HOT ANXIETY-AND-ADHD MESS. THEY MESS UP A LOT BUT THEY RECOGNIZE THEIR MISTAKES AND ALWAYS WORK TO RIGHT THEIR WRONGS. IS JAPANESE IN APPEARANCE BUT HAS WHITE HAIR AND BLUE EYES, OFTEN PUTS IN CONTACTS AND DYES THEIR HAIR SO AS NOT TO LOOK ‘UNNATURAL’. WOULD STILL LOOK BETTER THAN YOU WHILE WEARING A POTATO SACK AND KNOWS IT. LITERALLY EVERYTHING ON FLEEK.

Ben

SWEET FALLEN ANGEL WHO MADE A MISTAKE AND FELL FROM HEAVEN AND IS NOT WELCOME IN HEAVEN OR HELL ANYMORE SO HE LIVES ON EARTH AND WORKS AS A MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER WHO WOULD DIE FOR HIS STUDENTS. HE MAKES NEXT TO NO EFFORT TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF AND IS VERY DEPRESSED, MOSTLY MUTE, WARY OF OTHERS, AND KIND TO A FAULT. HAS UNNATURALLY FLAMING RED HAIR AND BROWN EYES. VAGUELY SQUISHY. ALSO EXTREMELY DANGEROUS AND VOLATILE DUE TO THE NOW OUT-OF-CONTROL ANGEL GRACE HE STILL POSSESSES.

Myriad

THE COOLEST GENDERFLUID SNEK. SMOOTH AS EXTREME SMOOTH PEANUT BUTTER. HOW THEY TREAT YOU DEPENDS ENTIRELY ON YOU, IF YOU’RE A GOOD PERSON, THEN THEY’LL LIKE YOU. IF YOU’RE A BAD PERSON, THEY’LL SHOW YOU WHAT BAD IS REALLY LIKE. DEMON OF PUNISHMENT, IT’S IN THE TITLE. ABSOLUTELY CHAOTIC AND ACTS ON THEIR WHIMS. DEFINITELY WANNA STAY ON THEIR GOOD SIDE BC NOBODY WILL DARE FUCK WITH YOU AND BEING ON THEIR BAD SIDE IS SUICIDE. THEY’RE 6′5, DARK SKIN, DREADLOCKS DOWN PAST THEIR SHOULDERS, FANGS AND MULTICOLOURED EYES AND INTIMIDATING AF. THEIR FAVOURITE ITEM OF CLOTHING IS A SOFT KNITTED KITTEN SWEATER.

Ginger

FEISTY “TEENAGED” DEMON CONSTANTLY IN HER REBELLIOUS STAGE. HUGE LESBIAN. OBSESSED WITH BREAKING RULES AND LAWS MOST OF ALL. LOVES FAST CARS, BEER, AND DOING WHATEVER THE FUCK SHE WANTS. SHE HAS A BIG HEART BUT CAN BE QUITE SELFISH AND TENDS TO ACT WITHOUT THINKING, ALWAYS MEANS WELL THO. HARDCORE 70S AESTHETIC. LOUD AND UNAPOLOGETIC AND YES HAS AN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT. LIKES TO LEAVE LIPSTICK MESSAGES. HAS NO PATIENCE FOR BORING OR STUPID PEOPLE. CHUBBY, FRECKLED AND CARROT-HAIRED WITH TURQUOISE EYES.

Mars

ABSOLUTE STINK MAN. MANIPULATIVE, CHARMING, AND ALWAYS THINKS HE’S IN THE RIGHT. CARES ABOUT HIS FAMILY VERY DEEPLY THOUGH. THINKS HE’S THE BEST. HAS A NASTY HABIT OF EXTREME DOMESTIC ABUSE. HAS AN EVEN NASTIER HABIT OF THROWING A TANTRUM IF A POTENTIAL LOVER TURNS HIM DOWN AND MAKES THE BRIEF REST OF THEIR LIFE AS CLOSE TO A LIVING HELL AS POSSIBLE. THE MOST SPOILT CRUEL BRAT YOU’LL EVER HAVE THE DISPLEASURE TO MEET. GOLDEN HAIR, FLAWLESS WHITE SKIN, GOLDEN EYES, UNNATURALLY HANDSOME FACE YOU WANT TO CAVE IN WITH AN ESKY.

Jesse

SOFTEST FIGHT ME SWEETHEART. A GAY TRANS GUY BORN IN 1919, LOST HIS PARENTS TO INFLUENZA AND EVENTUALLY SUCCUMBED TO THE INTENSE HATRED DIRECTED TOWARD HIM AND COMMITTED SUICIDE. DESCENDED TO HELL BY CHOICE BC HE FOOLISHLY BELIEVED HE DESERVED IT. ENDED UP IRONICALLY FINDING HIS SOULMATE THERE. NOW THEY LIVE TOGETHER SICKENINGLY HAPPY. THE CHILLEST NICEST GUY TO HANG OUT WITH, TOTALLY A SOCIAL JUSTICE WARRIOR WHO IS ALWAYS DRAGGING HIS BOYFRIEND INTO FIGHTS. LOVES PAINTING AND SKITTLES AND LOUD ROCK MUSIC. IS BLACK AND KEEPS HIS HAIR NATURAL MOST OF THE TIME, WITH A CRAP TON OF FRECKLES AND A SMILE THAT MAKES YOU FEEL SAFE.

Vrox

NATURAL-BORN DEMON WITH A BUNCH OF ANGER AND DEPRESSION ISSUES. ONE OF THE MOST UNSTABLE HELLHOUNDS, OFTEN HAVING TO BE CONTAINED FOR WEEKS ON END IF HE LOSES HIS COOL. GENUINELY TRIES TO BE BETTER THOUGH. WOULD DIE FOR HIS BOYFRIEND JESSE. PICKS FIGHTS A LOT FOR FUN AND ALWAYS WINS THEM. KIND OF LOOKS LIKE A DISNEY PRINCE, BUT A DISNEY PRINCE COVERED IN SCARS AND WITH THE WORST RESTING BITCH FACE IMAGINABLE. IS NORMALLY PISSED OFF ABOUT SOMETHING. HAS A VERY HARD TIME DOING WHAT HE’S TOLD AND OFTEN GOES OFF ON HIS OWN. DEFINITELY A BIG SAP DEEP DOWN. HAS STRAWBERRY BLOND SHORT HAIR AND BLUE EYES AND IS BUILT LIKE ADONIS.

And finally, my best OC… the one you’ve all been waiting for…

Taco

LESSER HELLHOUND WHICH BASICALLY MEANS A BABY HELLHOUND WHICH BASICALLY MEANS A HELLHOUND THAT IS JUST A REALLY SMART DOGGO THAT HASN’T ACHIEVED HUMAN INTELLIGENCE OR A HUMAN FORM YET UNLIKE VROX. TAKES THE FORM OF A LI’L BLACK PUG WHILE ON EARTH. JUNE’S CONSTANT COMPANION. LOVES COLOURFUL JACKETS AND MAKING FRIENDS AND BITING HIS MASTER’S FEET. BIG PAT SLUT. HATES PIGEONS, THEY’RE HIS MORTAL ENEMY. VERY LOYAL UNLESS SOMEBODY ELSE HAS FOOD, THEN THEY’RE HIS FAVOURITE PERSON. V PROTECTIVE OF HIS MASTER. LIKES DANTE, EVEN THOUGH HE LAUGHS AT HIM AND BURRITOS HIM IN BLANKETS SO HE LOOKS LIKE E.T. DOESN’T KNOW HIS TONGUE IS SUPPOSED TO BE KEPT INSIDE HIS MOUTH. ABSOLUTE GOOF BALL. I LOVE HIM.

[borrowedbackpack]

Nepalin’

Namaste from Kathmandu, Nepal, and welcome back to Borrowed Backpack. We are Borrowed Back-Back, if you will. Ha. Ha. Ha.

           So anyways, yup I decided to go to Nepal. I don’t really know why, since I don’t care about mountains or anything. But so far it seems nice. Also I’m probably as surprised to be here as you, my loyal followers, are surprised that I’m here. See, after my last trip, I was heckin broke. So I then I made some money. But then I went to uni and spent all my money. Just as I was resigning myself to a year of no international travel (how tragic), a generous old lady decided to give me a bunch of money for writing a couple paragraphs about how much I love managing natural resources. I think this money was intended to help finance my continued education in managing natural things, so of course I came to Nepal to do some experiential learning about mountains, yaks, stray doggos, sub-par water quality, and carbs. Lots and lots of carbs.

           We arrived last night (yup, we – Borrowed Backpack found a travel companion) at late o’clock after the longest combination of flights of my life (but a limited amount of those signature Borrowed Backpack 19 hour layovers, so that was nice). Ya’ll probably don’t care about my flight itinerary, but I’m going to discuss it anyways because it’s my blog and I think it’s interesting:

·      August 17th, 4:45am: Christopher’s mother drives us to YXE. I told her we could take an Uber, because 4:45 is a very early o’clock, but she insisted on driving us so she could say “one last goodbye” (she thinks we’re going to die on Everest. I’m not sure if she knows that we’re not actually climbing Everest. But that’s okay).

·      6:30am – YXE – YVR. Not much to say. I watched a documentary about Fyre Festival. It was good.

·      7:33 am (YVR time) – we arrive at YVR and eat French toast. I buy 6L of hand sanitizer.

·      10:30am: this is where shit gets real. We embark on a 13 hr and 20 minute Hell Flight* to Hong Kong. Christopher sleeps for 8/13 hrs. Anna sleeps for 15 minutes/13 hrs. I watched all of season 10 of Modern Family, Crazy Rich Asians (to get pumped for Hong Kong), Bohemian Rhapsody, and something about the making of Back to Black. Also I listened to a podcast about Not Complaining. Which I think helped.

·      ***this was not actually a hell flight. It would have been a Hell Flight on any other airline. I will exclusively be flying Cathay Pacific from here on. Around hour 7 I started to feel some moderate despair, mostly because my entire body was sore from canoeing a bunch of 8-10 year olds around all day the previous day (weird flex, I know). It was at this point that I realized that the free alcohol on the flight was, in fact, free, and not a Trick. This was a turning point – I went from “I am never flying again. If we ever reach Hong Kong, I will stay there and start a new life as a ground-dweller. I do not care” to “oh heck yes. I love being an adult. I am a Fancy Adult Traveller. Nothing hurts anymore and I roam the skies as I please.” And then they brought out gelato! What a time.

My sweet canoeing look. Oddly, a large part of my summer job was “canoeing instructor”. Which is terrifying, considering a came in with about 45 minutes of canoeing experience. Anyways, last week I was finally able to rescue a blowing away canoe full of children without assistance so hooray for personal growth.

·      August 18th, 2ish pm HK time: we finally land in Hong Kong. Flying into Hong Kong is very beautiful. Everything is lush and green. There are a lot of boats. Also I saw the beautiful rainbow sustainable social housing project. No one else on the plane cared L

·      Slightly after 2ish pm: HK customs. A wonderful time! I was greeted by the customs agent with a cheerful “Hey lady!” then when I handed over my passport he looked at it and said “almost it is your birthday! Have a very happy birthday!” AND THAT WAS IT. No questions. 10/10. Then we were free to roam the HK airport. Initially, I was very nervous about flying through HK due to the protest action earlier in the week. Fortunately, there was absolutely no sign of any sort of Situation by the time we arrived. We were greeted with many moon cake samples and more people toting around designer leather goods than I have ever seen in my entire life. Also a sign that just said “octopus”? idk. I was very sleepy and mildly grumpy at this point. Next we decided to look for food. As a person who does not eat meat, this proved to be extremely challenging. We walked 5,474 steps back and forth through the international terminal trying in vain to find something that didn’t have any belly, neck, or knuckles in it. Finally, we found vegetable miso ramen! Hooray! The quest was over. Except not. When I attempted to order this dish, the girl at the counter was like “okay, it has meat though. Is that okay?” and I was like actually not really but thanks. So then we walked and walked more and found the best noodles and seaweed ever and I was a Happy Traveller again. Then I slept on a bench for an hour because I felt the need to return to my Airport Hobo Roots.

My noodles! My seaweed! My weird (delicious) fried peanut cabbage stuff!

·      7:00pm – our flight (mostly empty) attempts to embark for Kathmandu. Unfortunately, it was extremely rainy by then so we had to wait on the tarmac for an hour-ish. I slept for most of this and also for most of the 4ish hour flight.

·      10pm (KTM time) – arrival in Nepal. I’ve heard a lot of horror stories about the Kathmandu airport, the visa process, and the general immigration system there so I was prepared for the worst. Luckily, I found this whole thing to be extremely quick and easy. My backpack (the NBF) came zooming off the carousel very quickly. Christopher’s took a long time so I left him to deal with that and stood off to the side to eat some spicy nuts I picked up from first class during the de-planing process because I am nothing if not a resourceful gal.

·      late o’clock, idk: we took a taxi to our hostel and a very nice person showed us to our room. I tried to pay him and he was like “oh no. You’re very tired. You can just pay when you feel like it.”

This morning we woke up after a restful sleep on the World’s Hardest Bed. I had a shower, which was a big step for me because I fear the water here like I fear being struck by lightning, being involved in a shipwreck, and geology 105. So far I am fine. Then we went for a long walk, during which we went to some temples, saw a picture of a guy’s baby, almost got suckered in to buying some art (it was very beautiful art, to be fair), unsuccessfully looked for a bank, got #blessed, met a lot of dogs, almost got hit by cars/motorbikes/rickshaws  x infinity,  got pretty lost, saw a lot of plant life, and ate some delicious (and cheap) food (this country is the light at the end of the non-vegetarian friendly tunnel that was the HK airport).

Overall First Impressions:

·      so hot. So humid. Not raining all day err day as advertised.

·      A little bit…filthy. But like I understand it’s a developing country and they just don’t have the infrastructure to deal with pollution/garbage, etc at the moment so that’s okay. If anyone knows of any reputable environmental/clean up Nepal type of charities please hit me up.

·      A lot less dusty than advertised. So that has been nice.

·      No tourists. Or at least no noticeable tourists. Our hostel is mostly empty at the moment, presumably due to the current monsoon season situation

·      Very beautiful! Very culturally rich and diverse! Very lovely people! And so many doggos!!

We at Borrowed Backpack love a good roof view.

[jinlover19]

Dog Days

chapter index [ #1 An Encounter]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Rating: 17+

Genre/Warnings: ANGST, abusive relations, attempted suicide, mentions of self-harm, negative thoughts, severe weather, excessive use of the word stray

Words: 2.9k+

Once you’ve decided to end it all, you meet an unlikely savior.

A flash of lightning tears its way across the sky; roaring and rumbling thunder follows its other half. The wind whips through the empty streets of New York City as if searching for new prey. The dark clouds weep, sending down sheets upon sheets as if it was the Amazon and impairing the vision of all who dare to step outside. Not many people would dare to go out when the local weatherman issued an emergency flash flood warning anyway. Yet here you sat in the alleyway; rain seeping into your clothing as the 60 mile-per-hour winds find your hiding place and bite at your arms and legs. With an unchanging expression, you look up to the dark clouded sky. A lost, soulless gaze. You’re so far gone in your irreparable despair that the freezing rain, sharp winds, and deafening thunder are nothing to your numb senses. With how you overthink and overanalyze all the thoughts running through your head, your brain has no room to register the information that your nerves are trying to send it. All the negative thoughts and voices in your head swirl and morph into a vortex of anguish and misery, haunting you with their disdain.

“You worthless piece of shit.”

“You’ll never amount to anything.”

“Why are you even alive?”

“Just die already!”

“You’re such a waste of space.”

“You’re so smart, why do you act so fucking stupid?!”

A scream claws its way out of your throat and echoes throughout the barren streets for a moment before being drowned out by another clash of thunder and the downpour you’re in. You try to drown out the voices’ mockery, but they keep getting louder and louder. You clasp your hands over your ears and pull your knees up into your chest, attempting to create a defense against the jeering, but it does nothing to stop them.

You are suddenly thrown off balance from your quick actions and tip over, landing on your side onto the slowly flooding asphalt. The tears you have been holding back for hours quietly creep past your lashes. They trail down your face and over the bridge of your nose before intermingling with the steadily growing pond you’ve found yourself in. The pouring rain masks your tear-streaked face and dead eyes from potential onlookers that would be mad enough to to be outside in such severe weather this late at night. The vortex spirals faster as the winds around you increase and abruptly you’re able to identify familiar voices.

Your snooty, middle-aged mother, “You’ve been slacking off! I don’t care if you’re depressed. I don’t care if you’re not mentally stable. You are getting this done now! You can deal with your problems later.”

Your smartass older brother, “You’re so ugly and unresponsive! It’s no wonder why you don’t have a boyfriend!”

Your old-fashioned boss, “You have absolutely NOTHING to be depressed about.”

And lastly the voice of your self-righteous father, “I wish your mother and I never decided to keep you. You’re a spoiled, selfish, ungrateful brat.”

You feel the corners of your mouth quiver as they lift into a sad, broken smile. “They’re right, ya know,” you murmur to yourself as you let your tears flow freely. “They’re all right… Ha… no one truly loves me. No one would care if I just randomly disappeared. They would all be better off if I was gone.” You feel the weight of your knife and smartphone increase in the back pocket of your jeans.

When you ran out of the apartment earlier after getting yelled at for the thousandth time, you had enough sense to take your phone and swiss army knife with you. You keep them with you when in public at all times in case of an emergency. —Your parents are quite popular and wealthy; it would be “such a shame” if one of their “precious” children got kidnapped. So while your siblings got discreet bodyguards to look after and protect them, you got self-defense and martial arts lessons— The knife usually made you feel safe, but right now it’s burning a hole into your jeans.

You feel your right arm stretch back and your fingers grasp the smooth metal handle of your multi-use tool out of their own accord. “They won’t miss me. They didn’t even come looking for me despite all that happened tonight. It’s the best for everyone.” You mindlessly repeat to yourself as you roll up the sleeve on your left arm. —It’s littered with scars and blisters; old and recent ones— Twisting your arm over you see the pure, unblemished area on the underside of your wrist. You feel your body tremble as you release a hollow laugh. “I would say that it’s been fun… but it hasn’t.” With those words, you flip your knife open. Placing the cool, sharp blade against your most fragile spot. You glance down and you can see your reflection in the weapon as well as the rising waters. You close your eyes, at peace with your decision. Just as you begin to move the knife across your veins, you hear an abrupt noise.

~~

I heard her before I saw her.

Which wasn’t a problem for my superior canine hearing. I could hear a pin drop up to 60 feet away.

I was rummaging through the dumpster behind Rusty’s Bar trying to find my dinner. If I’m lucky I can snag some leftover pizza or some day-old bread. Most of the restaurant owners down here know me as one of the many strays of downtown NYC. Sometimes if they had a good day, they’ll leave some food for me at the back door of their buildings, and I won’t have to dig through the trash for it. Usually, it’s the places I hit up more often that leave me food. Those being Rusty’s Bar, Jessie’s Diner, and the run-down, high-quality local butcher shop run by Bart. Bart is a great guy, but he doesn’t tend to get a lot of business so I don’t usually get food from him a lot. Rusty and Jessie are much more reliable as food sources. I was lucky to even have reliable food sources. Most of the other animals would kill to be able to have a decent meal about once or twice a week.

It’s a dog-eat-dog world out here on the streets, only the tough and adaptable ones have been able to survive. I’ve met some fearsome animals in my lifetime, but none as fierce as the ones in New York. A cat will fight a dog to the death for a scrap of meat and vice versa. They have an established hierarchy based upon strength; the strong rule, the weak serve. Yet these guys seem to have adopted me as one of their own. One of the few strong strays that are able to rule the streets.

I’m not just any normal stray though. I’m a dog shifter. I have a dog form and a hybrid-like form that I can switch between interchangeably. Animal shifters aren’t rare per se, but we are uncommon. Most of us don’t even hang out around humans. Most of us prefer to live in communities that are isolated from humanity, but some shifters choose to live with a human as an equal or even a pet.

I don’t see how any shifter would ever want to be a human’s pet.

After scouring through the trash for a few minutes longer, I found the treasure of a lifetime. Three-meat pizza that a customer didn’t finish. I had just grabbed a few slices to munch on when I heard a blood-curdling scream. “What was that?” I muttered with my mouth half filled with soggy pizza. ‘That sounded like a girl… Why is she out during such crappy weather? Is she okay?’ I finished wolfing down my dinner and decided to go check it out. It sounded like she was a few blocks away from me, so I shifted into my dog form and sprinted off to see what was wrong.

About a minute later, maybe two, I arrived at the place where the scream had come from. I heard a girl’s voice, broken, empty, and without hope. It sounded like she was talking to herself.

“It’s the best for everyone.” I heard the voice say as I turned the corner.

There I saw a girl, laying on her side in the slowly flooding alleyway. A defeated look on her face and her left arm stretched out slightly in front of her body. She was holding something metal in her right hand. As she placed it against her wrist; a flash of silver glinting off of thin, sharp metal grabbed my attention. ‘IS THAT A KNIFE???’

“I would say it’s been fun… but it hasn’t.” She was about to slash her wrist open with the knife.

‘I have to stop her!’ For some reason, I was determined to not let this girl die. ‘But if I bark, or try to say something it could scare her and her hand could slip and she could cut herself by accident… What should I do? ...Maybe this will be less startling..!’ I raced over to a nearby garbage can and kicked it over with my back paws; a skill I developed in order to survive out here on the streets.

~~

CLANG!!!

The sound of something metallic hitting a wall makes you jolt and survey your surroundings. The blade of your knife runs across your wrist leaving a small cut, yet not deep enough to draw blood. “Who’s there?!” You call out in panic. Frantically whipping your head from side to side, you finally spot the source of your chaos; you feel your eyes widen in utter disbelief at the sight.

A vast shadow stands next to a garbage can that is rolling back and forth slightly. A flash of lightning lights up the area briefly and you see that the silhouette belongs to a large dog; although you can’t make out what breed it is or what the dog even looks like due to the pouring rain and the dark clouds blotting up the sky. The dog pads its way over to you. Its paws splashing and sending waves through the thoroughly flooded passageway.

“A dog…” You mutter under your breath as said canine approaches. It lays down perpendicular to you, facing you head on, and rests its head on top of its wet, dirty paws. “Hey there, doggo.” You say to the water-logged animal. It releases a soft puff in greeting. A few minutes pass with the two of you quietly laying in the steadily rising water; the only sounds being your conjoined breathing, the rainforest-esque downpour, and the occasional booms and cracks of thunder and lightning. You still had the knife within your grasp, wanting to wait until the dog had left before offing yourself. However, it’s been over five minutes and that thing has yet to move. Its deep, dark brown eyes burning holes into yours; the only action that dog has done is blink. Wanting to get the creature to move along so you can get back to what you were doing, you attempt to persuade it to leave. “Hey, doggo. You’re gonna get sick if you stay out in this weather…” The rising water suddenly catches your attention as you’re forced to close your eye close to the ground to avoid getting water in it. “Might even drown.”

The canine makes a face, and you can almost imagine what it’d be saying if it could talk; “Bitch, I know exactly what the fuck you’re trying to do. Don’t try that shit with me.”

A sigh slithers out of your throat. “I’m sure you have better things to do than watch me lay here, doggo. Your owner’s probably worried sick about you… running off during the middle of a storm.”

The dog moves its head to the side, showing the side of its neck to you. You can’t see that well, but you can make out that the dog is not wearing a collar.

You furrow your brow at this installment. “No owner, huh… A stray then… Shouldn’t be surprised at that… we got a lotta stray dogs here.” The minutes drag on as the two of you listen to the sounds of the rain and wind. After a while, you start to lose your mind over the fact that this stubborn dog will not leave you alone. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!” You cry out after what feels like an eternity.

The dog lifts its head from its paws and looks at you sadly, water dripping from the underside of its muzzle. It brings its head over to the hand that is grasping your knife like a lifeline and nuzzles against your hand briefly, but gently. It brings its head back to face you and looks you dead in the eyes. A wave of realization crashes over you.

“...you want me to live… don’t you…” It’s more of a statement than a question.

Once again, the canine releases a soft puff of affirmation. Sighing through your nose, you flick the blade back into its handle; you shake your head as a soft smile graces your lips for the first time in a while. “You’re a weird dog, ya know,” you mumble as you stuff the swiss army knife into your back pocket once more. When the knife is completely put away, the dog jumps up and kisses the mark it left on your wrist. Chuckling, you reach your other hand over and scratch the top of the dog’s head fondly. “Such a weird dog.”

After a while, you sit up; it finally registers with you that your entire left side is soaked. To be fair, your right side is not fairing any better due to the rain. Your canine friend follows suit, sitting right next to you. “You can go, y’know. I’m not gonna do it.” The dog rises once more and looks at you. It dawns upon you that this stubborn dog is not going to leave unless you leave first. You purse your lips, stifling a grunt as you struggle to get on your feet. The dog wags its tail and barks happily once you’re standing. You look up to see that the rain is starting to let up, even though the alley is filled with water about ankle high; then you start marching towards the mouth of the alleyway. The splashing and sloshing of the water behind you tells you that the dog is following you.

The street lights blind you as you exit the hidden passageway. The canine shakes some of the access water droplets off of its coat and walks over to a nearby lamppost, lifting its leg to relieve itself. ‘Oh… so it’s a boy.’ You think to yourself, uncomfortably waiting for him to finish. Once he does, he turns to you with expectant eyes telling you to lead the way. “Okay, okay…” you release a small laugh. “I guess you’re walking me home then?”

“RRUFF!!” he replies loudly.

Shaking your head in amusement, you turn in the direction of your home. “Alright then, buddy. C’mon. This way.” As you start walking, he bounds next to you and matches your pace; you can see him a lot better now thanks to the streetlights. He’s a very solid dog. Probably some kind of pit bull or a mastiff. His tail is stubby, and his ears are a bit on the shorter side. His coat seems short from what you can see, but you can’t tell if it’s an illusion caused by the water rolling off of his back or not. His coat looks like a marbled pattern of dark brown, light brown, and black. It’s gorgeous; you’ve never seen a dog with fur like this before.

Eventually, the two of you arrive at the door of a luxurious apartment building. “We’re here, buddy,” you announce reluctantly. “You can’t go in with me though. No big dogs allowed. Sorry, buddy.” Reaching out, you pet the patches of fur behind his ears; he leans into your touch. “My room is on this side of the building, so you can wait here if you want. I’ll wave out the window so you know I got home safely. Okay?” He lowers his ears and lets out a small whine, but stays put. Your lips curl into a small smile and you rub his head gently. “Good boy.”

You turn away from him and look towards the looming entrance. You feel your anxiety bubbling up; you don’t have your key, so you’re gonna have to call up. With every step you take, you can feel your dread for what awaits you on the other side of the door increase. Swallowing the knot that is forming at the back of your throat, you scrape together what little courage you have left, and press forward. You raise your trembling hand to the intercom and somehow manage to buzz your apartment.

“Yeah? Who’s there?” A gruff, curt voice replies. You thank the Lord that it was your brother who answered.

“H-Hey, bro! It’s me. Can you let me in? I went… for a walk, and it looks like I forgot my keys.” Your voice is shakier than your hand is.

“Ugh. Oh my god. Seriously, Y/n?” He scoffs. You can practically hear him rolling his eyes. “What kind of fucking idiot goes out on a damn walk during the worst storm of the century?”

You don’t even attempt to answer; whenever he asks you something like this, there’s a ninety-nine percent chance it’s rhetorical.

“Whatever. C’mon up, brat,” he spits from the speaker. A buzzer sounds and the door unlocks. Mentally preparing yourself for what waits for you on the other side, you stretch your hand towards the handle and open the door.

[demon-azazel-rp]

akiro lightning question go! favourite weather! best place you went to! favourite thing about azazel! best friend! and finally....! thoughts on spottie

Okay, okay!

Sunny or snowing! Shilin! His beautiful laugh and the kindest heart I've ever seen! Roy! And I absolutely adore that doggo!

[pinkipie100]

Prologue III

Aaaaand, last one for now. I hope I can get this all worked out to completion. I actually am really digging the story I’m brewing up...

Words: 1688

Category: Gen [subject to change]

Contains: anger issues, violence, possible anxiety-inducing imagery, OCs, metaphysical android sh*t, murder, grey lines, hungry doggo

Takes place during the dates and times listed.

November 11th, 2038

11:07 PM

Anamika had anger issues. That wasn’t hard to admit. Anamika could lie about a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them. There were plenty of people she’d beaten the living daylights out of over spilled milk, and a long list of damaged property that probably did nothing to warrant being so totally decimated. And it’s not like Anamika wasn’t trying to reign herself in. She knew she yelled at people who didn’t deserve it, and even got into fights that were totally unnecessary, but the tiniest things could set off the Wolf inside of her. It would remain sleeping when she was calm, left to her own devices, alone- but the Wolf was a light sleeper, and the tiniest flea bite, the lightest poke with a twig, and the beast was up and snapping, ready to maim anyone who tried to tame it. No matter how hard Anamika tried to tame the Wolf herself, it always conquered her in a possessive fit of snarling curses and blurred vision. Only one had ever overpowered it, the one person Anamika trusted most.

But that person was gone now. No one was left to keep the Wolf on a leash. But for the first time, Anamika didn’t want to. No… this time, her target deserved everything that was coming their way. Additionally, this was the first time Anamika’s Wolf we truly a hunter. Laser-focused, only one Rabbit to be devoured tonight. Even as other bodies tumbled past Anamika, sometimes shoulder-checking her in the process, the Wolf did not bite at them, or even take notice.

Anamika marched towards the Recall Center, where deviants were tearing down the walls keeping other androids trapped inside. The Wolf’s keeper had promised that the deviants’ leader would lead a peaceful protest near the Recall Centers. Apparently, the same did not go for deviants in small, unnoticed Colorado suburbs. Either way, Anamika didn’t give a shit.

He was wearing a red baseball cap. Green parka. Black jeans. For every detail Anamika remembered about him, her Wolf got hungrier, and she got closer. She and the Wolf were one, and she broke into a sprint like red lightning. The roar of a predator’s breath erupted from her chest, and she leapt like the Wolf, her prey being knocked from his pedestal where he directed the other deviants.

She pinned the motherfucker to the ground, on all fours like the animal inside. Roaring into his face, she took her claws and dug them deep into the plastic fuck’s chest, banging him up and down and up and down and down, and down, and down… The deviant clutched her paws, crushing her wrists, cracking and bruising. He called for aid, and Anamika howled in his face to respond. Wresting her paws from his grip, Anamika swung for the deviant’s face, landing a hit so hard, his artificial skin was wiped off, leaving a crack in his facial plate. Suddenly thirsty for the blue blood, Anamika’s insistent paws dug for more of it from the deviant’s face. You hurt Pack, Wolf hunts. Eats. You took Pack. Now just Wolf. Rabbit down hole. Wolf digs. Wolf EATS.

Other hands struggled to grab hold of the writhing animal, and it takes three to lift her back and down into the snow-covered street. The beast twists and howls, half English, half lupine snarls. Three deviants, all of considerable size, struggled to contain Wolf and Host as the Prey rose back up and drew a gun.

‘What do we do with her, Nathan?’ a deviant asked the Prey just before Anamika clawed him in the face, and he dislocated her arm in retaliation.

‘We shouldn’t kill her… We’ve already enough blood on our hands tonight!’ another deviant said, bracing itself against Anamika’s forceful kneeing.

The Wolf retracted one bit, allowing Anamika to form some coherent sentences: ‘-Fucking killed her! You’re an animal! You deserve to DIE!’

‘I don’t know, she seems pretty set on killing us!’ the first android said.

Anamika gave her body one huge heave in an attempt to free the Wolf, launching the deviants a little in the wind before they pinned her back down. Nathan, the Prey, gave Anamika, foaming at the mouth, a once-over. Blue blood still dripped from the rips in his face. Anamika wanted to taste it. Bathe in it. He deserved to be torn to shreds in that Recall Center.

‘You have anger like I’ve never seen in a human…’ Nathan said, almost looking horrified.

‘No shit, plastic fuck!’ Anamika spat. ‘You killed my BEST FRIEND! Do you even remember her?! She was trying to talk to you… She didn’t deserve to get caught in the middle of this… And you… killed her… ANYWAY!!!’ Anamika had to wheeze to regain her breath, ‘You deserve to DIE!’ Nathan raised his gun, and no matter how the Wolf struggled, the androids did not get tired. The Wolf, despite all its strength, did. And the fire prodding the Wolf was over. The water came down from the skies to drench it out. Anamika began to weep hoarsely.

Then deviants didn’t know what to do. This animalistic, murderous human had just done a complete one-eighty. Other deviants who were previously wrecking the Recall Center had even stopped and observed.

Clueless, Nathan simply asked the human why she cried.

It took Anamika a while to regain control of her taxed vocal chords and breathing before she could answer, ‘She loved… she loved you all… She believed in your freedom until the end… Fuck, she’d probably forgive you for shooting her-!’ Another break was needed for Anamika to cough and tear up some more. ‘Just shoot me- It should have been me you killed, anyway- not her… Just end this. Kill the Wolf.’

Silence, save for the sound of Recall Center riots and snowfall. Then a gunshot. Three deviants rose, no longer needing to hold back a young woman ravenous for revenge. Nathan dropped the gun and picked up regret. The four androids then moved back to the Recall Center, somber now.

One deviant remained looking upon the scene, however. A simple bystander, observing the scene from afar. Suddenly, all that mattered to her was this human with a bullet in her head. The only human she’d seen show remorse for hurting an android. The only human she’d ever seen self-destruct like a deviant.

November 13th, 2039

9:45 AM

Rina could stand waiting. One might even say that she was good at it. Even for an android, she almost found it meditative to sit or stand completely still in the same place for hours. Most others of her kind found that it reminded them too much of their former oppressed states, standing at android parking or office stations, but it never bothered Rina, for some reason.

The same couldn’t be said for the entity inside of her.

This view is so fucking boring. Can’t you move? Walk around a bit?

…Perhaps it was because of the entity inside of her waiting didn’t bore her.

Don’t get antsy. I don’t want to bother anyone else with nervous back-and-forth walking.

You should know by now that I don’t like sitting still.

Maybe if you ask nicely, I’ll ‘stretch my legs’ a bit.

…Please?

Rina stood, grabbing her bag and slinging it back over her shoulder, adjusting her cap before wandering aimlessly around. She took in the other people at the gate, waiting for a numbered plane to come and save them from the heavy clutches of boredom. She thought she’d like to take a picture of them, especially the ones at the coffee shop.

Ugh, that is so cringey. You’re such a hipster!

‘What are you talking about, they are beautiful shots!’ Rina accidentally muttered aloud.

A young boy sitting next to his mother looked up at her, confused. The android adjusted her hat, smiling awkwardly.

Don’t make me do that again.

What?! That was your mistake, buddy. I just made my thoughts known! …That’s kind of what I do.

Rina sighed. I know. …Tell you what. Say you’re sorry, and I’ll give you a surprise.

WHY?! It wasn’t my fault! It’s not even that big of a deal!

Anamika.

Ugh, fine, fine! I’m sorry.

Rina smiled subtly. She was glad Anamika couldn’t see her face as she did so. Rina then marched over to the large airport window. She looked out at the lot, populated by sleek jets and cute little forklifts buzzing about. A few orange-clad workers peppered the steely grey streetscape. Rina’s reflection was faintly overlayed on top of the busy scene.

Rina whispered to her reflection, imagining it to be Anamika, ‘Beautiful, huh?’

A pause. You are.

Rina laughed. ‘What? I was talking about the planes.’

Angry static flooded Rina’s head. I KNOW! I know you were. Fuck, I hate this! I can’t think fucking anything in private!

Rina’s hands connected with her head from the overwhelming voice. She hissed, ‘Anamika, please! You’re too loud!’ The static ceased. ‘Thank you. Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to get you out of my body. If any Engines are still intact, they’ll be in Detroit.’

Silence within her head. Then, Look… Rina, I can’t believe I’m saying this after all I’ve been through, but… Thank you. This time, Rina let Anamika see her smile in the reflection. I know I’m not exactly the ideal person to have trapped inside your headhole, but… I’m glad you did this for me. Really. Rina gradually raised her hand up, looking her reflection deeply in the eyes. Her hand reached for the one before her.

‘Please refrain from touching the glass,’ came a voice. Rina was shocked out of her intense stare, spotting a janitor android next to her. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were an android. Just make sure not to scratch it, please.’

‘O-of course.’

The janitor then left Rina alone. Well, not alone.

The gate then called for Rina’s group to line up. She adjusted her cap again, then strided confidently towards the line with her ticket.

You know, the bright side to this is that we only have to pay for one ticket.

[inkblackfingers]

Thor: Ragnarok in no particular order

I can’t even begin to articulate how much I loved this movie, it was beyond gorgeous and I love everything about this.

Here’re some thoughts I had about it, as always, in no particular order.

SPOILERS AHEAD

It’s a bit long, so I put it under a read more.

I was completely and absolutely expecting a record screech at the beginning. Everything about Thor slowly turning on a chain and literally interrupting a giant flaming being as he slowly, slowly rotates is perfect. 

Okay, but the entire theater burst into laughter when Skurge said that he got Dan and Ger from Texas, because ofc.  And the shocked horror on those girls faces when they get absolutely coated in dragon slime is hysterical.

That fucking statue I’m still laughing at it. And the play?? Loki, what the actual hell were you thinking? Yeah, I’ll pretend to be Odin, but I won’t act anything like him and I’ll make a giant statue of me and commission a play all about my heroic and tragic “death” and just laze around eating grapes all day and nobody will say anything. How on earth did nobody else realize that it wasn’t Odin?? 

On that note, Thor instantly realizing that it’s Loki is the actual best and I love that his preferred method of solving problems (a blow with Mjolnir) has now been upgraded to forcing his opponent to choose whether they’d rather get a face full of star metal or lose.

As much as I loved everything about Loki’s “human” outfit in the Avengers, I really really love the all-black ensemble, especially next to Thor’s actually normal clothing. 

Also, Tony is totally still keeping an eye on the internet, and there’s going to be a random picture of Thor on a random corner in NYC with two girls and he’s going to be so confused.

Stephen Strange you absolute dick I love you to death.  I would watch an entire movie of Stephen just being a complete dick to other superheroes with his magical powers. 

Thor calling for Mjolnir and both of them just listening to the sounds of breaking glass and his little smirk when he apologizes? Payback’s a bitch, Stephen :D

“I have been falling for THIRTY MINUTES”

Strange, who just spent the last ten minutes generally fucking with Thor, taking one look at Loki being furious and going, fuck this, get out.

Everything about Odin saying “my sons” (i’m not crying you’re crying) And him praising Loki for the spell that he used against him?? I mean, he’s still a shitty dad, but at least Loki has at least one (1) memory of him being a good dad.

Hela: long black hair, black cape, black and green clothing, obv v dramatic.... Are we sure that *Loki* is the adopted child?

I immediately remember I’m so gay when faced with Tessa Thompson as a drunk hot mess. 

So the god of *thunder* is taken down by....electricity?? @marvel, does not compute

Everything about the little amusement-park ride of the history of Grandmaster is pure gold, especially with Thor just screaming at the end.

Listen..... Loki totally got a sugar daddy. That is all. 

15/10 Best Stan Lee cameo ever

Oh my god Hulk I love you bb and I’m so glad that you finally found a planet that totally accepts you. (Now if you could work on that being a planet that doesn’t require you to be angry all the time or uses you as a form of entertainment, that’d be great, thx)

Thor finally using his GODDAMN powers, perfect.

Everything about Hulk is perfect. Especially him sparring with Valkyrie, and everything about his conversation with Thor that totally doesn’t have me crying a little inside, but also how he’s basically a giant toddler

Hulk butt. Somebody had to animate Hulk butt. Is it based off of the butt of @markruffalo? People (me) need to know.

Also, I’m really reminded of that one post?? It’s basically etched into my mind at this point, and I can’t stop thinking about it.

That fucking bounce off the window and Thor just picking himself up and going straight through the window and sliding down literally all the buildings.

Pointbreak is the password I’m dying of laughter (@marvel, I need to know all of the avengers’ sign-ins ASAP. Is Steve’s Capiscle or Captain Handsome? Is Clint Hawkass or Legolas? Is Nat Itsy-Bitsy Spider? Also, what’s Tony’s sign-in? You know who I am? The Mechanic? Please, my crops are dying)

Also, once Tony finds out about everything that just happened, Thor’s sign-in is definitely changing to Sparkles.

Why are Tony’s clothes on the quin-jet? (Actual question: why haven’t I already seen fics/art about why Tony’s clothes are on the quin-jet?)

Bruce’s password being Strongest Avenger, and Thor’s look of betrayal in the background is beyond hilarious. (Also can we talk about Tony’s nicknames for literally everyone??)

Okay, but drunk Valkyrie and Bruce trying to figure out how they know each other is the actual cutest.

Thor just chucking something at Loki to check if he’s actually there is beyond perfect. Yes you did good my space labrathor, you have finally learned.

Everything about Thor’s childhood story. (Also, can we just appreciate Frigga for a moment? An eldest daughter that got banished by her husband, and two sons, who basically hate each other. One of them likes picking up snakes and the other likes stabbing his brother. You deserve all the awards for parenting. All of them.)

Idris Elba is beyond the best and if Asgard was a democracy, he would totally have been running the Nine Realms. (Like he basically was already)

Everything about Asgard being the people, not the place is going to make me cry.

Thor sitting on the throne, literally calling Hela to him from across Asgard is something that he totally came up with after asking himself What Would Loki Do? (Answer: be as over the top extra as possible, always)

Well, now Thor can inherit the kingly eyepatch

GODDAMN it Thor, go pikachu already, you did it before and you don’t need to talk to your father while you’re literally dying

Thor descending on the horde of zombies in slow motion, lightning sparking around him as he lays waste to them with the Immigrant Song playing #aesthetic

I know that Fenris is basically a giant zombie wolf, but there’s a part of my brain (the largest part. like 85% of it) that’s going PUPPER!!! WHO’S A GOOD DOGGO???

Okay, I know I already said stuff about Valkyrie, but that stride down the rainbow bridge with explosions in the background and her just absolutely destroying those zombies?? #aesthetic

Also, I thought I had reached peak gay after watching Wonder Woman, but then Tessa Thompson happened.

Loki doing his knife flip and Valkyrie swinging her sword #reasonsi’mpan

I love circular prophecies so much, but also: 1) what happens to the rest of the stuff in the vault? like the tesseract or the casket of ancient winters? the tesseract’s an infinity stone, so it’s not going to be destroyed by the explosion right? 2) I’m not entirely sure if this is comics or mcu, but isn’t Asgard necessary to the stabilty of the other realms? what’s going to happen to the other ones now that Asgard is literally dust??

Other things I love in this movie: Thor finally learning to not always blindly trust Loki, every single rock paper scissors pun, Hulk being a giant cranky adorable toddler. 

Things I dislike about this movie: why on earth did you cut the bisexual Valkyrie scene???,  @marvel give us the goddamn hug that we’ve been waiting for since the first Thor!!!!

Is that a skrull ship? Or Thanos’ ship? Or the Guardians/someone related to them??? Uggggghhhh, I need the official Infinity War trailer already (like I haven’t watched the leaked version like a dozen times)

Also, Taika Waititi directed one of my *other* favorite movies, What We Do in the Shadows, so that’s another reason why I like Ragnarok so much. (Also that it’s super colorful, has no bullshit romance, has an interesting plot and characters that aren’t ooc...)

[vex-bittys]

No Lips to Seal: An Underfell Story

Contains: SFW, no content warnings

Some say that it is violence shrouding Underfell in darkness; others say it is secrets, buried more deeply even than the monsters in their underground prison of earth, stone, and ancient magic. In this world it’s kill or be killed, and the best way to survive is to keep a whole deck of aces up your sleeve. This isn’t a story about having aces in spades, however. This is the story of a joker and a knave.

Sans had worried about Papyrus’ future from the moment the babybones had tumbled out of his incubation tube and bitten him on the ankle. Such ferocity boded well for Papyrus’ future, or it would have if Sans didn’t know his little brother at all. Despite his savage antics, Papyrus had a caring and merciful soul, and in Underfell, that made him just as big of a target as his older brother.

Sans possessed only a single hit point. This, combined with his equally singular attack and defense, meant easy experience for any monster who didn’t know better. Dragging a babybones along in his foraging made it a two-for-one deal. How Sans managed to survive the frequent attacks remained the Underground’s best kept secret. Sans did have a stat a bit higher than the loneliest number, a stat that couldn’t be viewed by Checking him: his LV. In this world, Sans wasn’t about to allow himself or his brother to be killed.

Sans honed his skills, practicing dodging and overwhelming opponents with a barrage of attacks. He perfected blue magic, developed elaborate bone attacks, and even had one of his teeth capped in gold to give the illusion of toughness. Eventually, he and his younger brother had settled in Snowdin.

The small town of Snowdin lacked the dense population of the capitol. The few residents who fought for experienced simply weren’t interested in the meager pickings from a puny skeleton monster and his babybones brother. The local guards were willing to overlook Sans and Papyrus entirely as long as Sans periodically threw them a literal bone. In the Fell, you accepted peace and safety for as long as you could hold onto it, but nothing lasts forever.

As Papyrus matured, it became painfully obvious that he would be the opposite of his older brother in every way. His tall, lanky stature made his brother look even more stout, and his penchant for high-heeled boots only accentuated the difference further. Papyrus lacked Sans’ single-minded disregard for any lives but theirs; his soul burned with empathy. His mind sought to see the good in others, a pursuit that Sans had long since given up on.

The most important difference, the one thing that changed everything, involved Papyrus’ stats. Everyone who knew the gold-toothed skeleton assumed that his younger brother would have similarly sub-par attack, defense, and hit points. Even Sans hadn’t expected Papyrus to blossom into such a powerful monster. Unfortunately, a well-endowed monster represented a life-changing wealth of experience, and that meant Sans and his brother were no longer safe in Snowdin.

It happened on a sunny afternoon, not that the sun ever really penetrated the thick canopy of trees where Papyrus practiced magic attacks with Sans and occasionally designed elaborate puzzles. That afternoon, Papyrus bounced excitedly as he eagerly showed Sans the system of spikes and pressure pads he’d set up. He was explaining the solution to Sans, who, though quite clever, feigned bafflement to please his brother when the dog monster attacked.

Doggo, a Guardsdog and regular at Grillby’s, landed only a single blow, claws tearing deeply into bone over Papyrus’ left eye. He didn’t get a chance to press the attack against the shocked teenager; Sans moved like lightning, pinning the mongrel to a nearby tree with a bone attack before summoning a pair of dragon-skull Gaster Blasters to end his worthless life. The Blasters opened their mouths in unison, jaws unhinging as they gathered energy.

Ping!

Papyrus had only perfected one bit of battle magic, and he used it now to turn his own brother’s soul blue. The dragon skulls froze in stasis, magic swirling in their gaping, unmoving maws. Doggo, sensing a reprieve, struggled against the bone that had punctured his shoulder and held him to the tree. Sans’ attacks were efficient and accurate- they had to be- and left his opponent with no chance for escape. Red snarled, fighting his brother’s magical immobilization

.“Papyrus!” he snapped.

“Sans, I’m sorry. Please don’t kill him. I’m sure he’s learned his lesson!” Papyrus pleaded for Doggo’s life even as he clutched his damaged socket, blood seeping between his fingers. Doggo nodded his enthusiastic agreement to Papyrus’ statement.

“Fine, just let go of my soul, Papyrus.” Sans’ red eyelights never left Doggo’s claws, dripping his brother’s blood onto the previously pristine snow.

“Promise me, Sans,” pressed the lanky skeleton. He knew his brother too well.

“I promise not to kill him,” growled Sans. As soon Papyrus released his soul, one of the Gaster Blasters dissipated with a whoosh. The other Blaster, however, spewed a beam of concentrated energy squarely into Doggo’s eyes.

“Sans!” Papyrus shouted in reproach as Sans dismissed his bone attack. Doggo collapsed at the base of the tree, clutching his face and howling in agony. Sans was already walking away, discarding the would-be murderer like so much human anime.

“C’mon Paps. I need to take a look at those scratches. The mangy bastard will live.” He added the word probably under his breath. Sans truly didn’t care either way, but his younger brother would be traumatized if he saw his assailant die.

Subdued, Papyrus followed Sans home. After inspecting the wound, Sans reassured his brother that his eyesight would be unaffected, but he would have a pretty intimidating scar over much of the left side of face. Sans had little hope that the scarring would discourage future attacks; the potential experience from a powerful monster was worth the risk to many who were trying to get ahead in the Fell. How long could Sans keep his brother safe? How long before he lost the only thing that mattered to him?

That night over a hot dinner of Papyrus’ lasagna and chilly silence, Sans concocted his most ambitious plan ever, a plan to construct a facade that would encompass their entire lives. Their new fabricated identities would be their armor against a dangerous world. Maybe the illusion of kill or be killed would suffice.

Sans set his plan in motion the next day while Papyrus stayed home to recuperate from his injuries. The first step? Approaching the Captain of the Royal Guard, Undyne, and convincing the savage fish monster to accept Papyrus into the Guard without testing him. Despite his high stats, Papyrus had failed to master even basic battle magic; turning a soul blue had been his one and only success.

The moment Sans stepped forward to speak to Undyne, he could feel her Checking him. The Captain had the audacity to laugh raucously at his meager stats before she outright insulted him.

“Whaddaya want, weakling?” she snapped, her one good eye constantly roving the ranks of the Guard. They feared her enough to behave, even behind her back. That’s why none of them even dared to gasp in shock when Sans challenged her to a fight.

She choked on laughter, doubled over, barely able to squawk a disbelieving “What?” before Sans continued, unfazed, tone icy.

“My brother wants to be Captain of the Royal Guard in Snowdin. He’s tired of the mutts running amok or lazing about, but he’s not interested in serving under a commander who’s all reputation and no substance. He wants me to see if you’re worth his time.”

Undyne glared daggers at the diminutive skeleton monster. “I guess your brother wants to be an only child.” On the last words, she lunged at Sans, summoning her spear in mid air and thrusting where Sans’ body had been a mere moment earlier. Undyne followed each of his movements with a stab of her weapon, trying and failing to anticipate his next dodge.

Screeching with frustration, the Captain of the Royal Guard increased her speed and redoubled her efforts to impale the puny being that mocked her. After a particularly skillful dodge, Sans summoned a pair of bones, driving them into the ground in a cross shape and trapping the pole arm beneath them. With a smug grin, he materialized a pair of Gaster Blasters. They awaited the command to gather magic, but Sans hoped that his performance had been adequate to satisfy Undyne.

Undyne glared. How had this miserable single hit point monster bested her? “You’re not bad, shrimp. Bring you brother to me tomorrow. I’d like to meet the monster cold enough to risk his brother for a Royal Guard position.”

Sans nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He’d exhausted every bit of energy within him for this victory; he couldn’t spoil it by fainting. No, he teleported home to do that, crashing face down on the bed into deep unconsciousness. He’d survived. He’d succeeded. Now he just had to get Papyrus to agree to his grand scheme. Later though. Now, he needed a nap.

“Are you sure this will work, Sans?” Papyrus asked for the umpteenth time that day, pawing nervously at the outfit Sans had designed for him. His brother had insisted he wear his favorite red boots, but the rest of the clothes were atrocious. A tattered shirt with armored shoulder pads left his spine exposed, and the low slung leather pants held up by the gaudy silver skull belt buckle didn’t even cover the crests of his hipbones. He thought the gloves and tattered scarf/cape looked just plain ridiculous. He didn’t want the other monsters to make fun of him!

When they arrived at the castle, the entire Royal Guard stood at attention to greet them. Those who had not been present for yesterday’s battle had been filled in by their fellow Guards, and by the time the story had fully circulated, it was well embellished. No one dared to mock the tall skeleton, imposing in his black and red attire, for fear of swift and fatal retribution.

Undyne strode haughtily forward to face the newcomer, and the heels of his boots lent Papyrus just enough height to be taller than her. Sans kept his face impassive, staying behind Papyrus at all times, giving the impression of a servile attitude. 

“So you’re the great and terrible Papyrus?” Undyne’s voice held a mocking undertone, meant to challenge the tall skeleton with his angular features and gruesome scar.

“Obviously,” Papyrus shot back coolly. Just like they’d practiced.

“And what exactly do you propose to do as Captain of Snowdin’s Guards?” Undyne disliked the cold immensely and without her heavy-handed guidance, the dogs of the Guard had become something of a running joke.

“Patrol for humans and set puzzles and traps to befuddle and capture them. And no more rowdy parties, chugging junk food at that disgusting bar!” Papyrus improvised in the disdainful growl that he and Sans had agreed on. Sans would’ve patted his brother’s back, but that would break character.

“What makes you think there will ever be a human in Snowdin?” Much of Undyne’s reputation centered around her capture of a fallen human.

“What makes you think there won’t be?” 

Silence fell in the wake of the insubordinate answer. Undyne’s booming laughter shattered it. She clapped a firm hand on Papyrus’ shoulder. “The position is yours!”

They’d done it!

Undyne’s sarcastic moniker stuck, and stories of the Great and Terrible Papyrus spread like wildfire, with a bit of help from some well-placed lies, courtesy of Sans. The new Captain appointed his weak, servile brother as a sentry, and rumor had it that he had done so to keep the smaller skeleton under his thumb. Doggo thanked his lucky stars that Papyrus had allowed Sans to punish him. His eyesight never fully recovered, but Doggo somehow convinced himself that Papyrus had intended to kill him when Sans intervened.

The ruse worked like a charm. For his part, Sans referred to his little brother as Boss and even wore a spiked red collar he’d found at the dump, pretending Papyrus had given it to him. The Great and Terrible Papyrus spent much of his time building traps and recalibrating his puzzles in the dense Snowdin forests. Nobody bothered him, fearing his wrath. Papyrus had an imperious nature and a scathing tongue, and no monster dared rile him enough to risk an attack.

As for Sans, nobody bothered him either. His laughable stats and his brother’s protection weren’t worth the measly experience or waste of time killing him. When they retired to their home at night, whispers ensued about what they must be up to behind the locked doors and blacked out windows. 

Nobody could ever have guessed that the Great and Terrible Papyrus made lasagna for his brother most nights. They’d watch the latest MTT TV specials, and then Papyrus would don his bunny pajamas and Sans would read him Fluffy Bunny stories until he dozed off in his racecar bed.The skeleton brothers of Snowdin became Underfell’s best kept secret. 

The pair had found a way to avoid killing or being killed. Most importantly, every night when Papyrus fell asleep, Sans would Check his stats. They remained the same, impressively high, except for one- the statistic that couldn’t be checked, Papyrus’ LV. It mirrored Sans’ own stats.

One.

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