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Little known "how is that possible??" feats the cast are capable of;
David
David can cook minute rice in 30 seconds, as if it were actually prepped in a full minute. Every time he's been asked how, he answers with "Caxy magic!" and refuses to teach anyone.
He can also "take" ~14 inches "back there" while not being "loose" from the practice.
Davina
Davina has "Mom Eyes" so to speak. She'll know if you're doing something you shouldn't be, even if she can't physically see it, and she'll call you out on it. Moss is especially confused by this, as they have, multiple times, come home to Davina asking them about what they got up to with Trace knowing they've done something to get in trouble, without having any real reason to.
Trace
Trace can flashstep. For those unaware, flashstepping is an anime power that allows one to, near-instantly, move from one location to another in a "flash". Trace is able to do this, but only at super short ranges. He's flashstepped a record distance of 7ft, but he can't do it except from a stand-still cause he hasn't figured out how to incorporate it into his running stances yet. When asked how, he says "must be part of my Blessing!" and leaves it at that.
Ryder
Ryder can bench press the average car for ~8 reps before getting tired.
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For Mordecai: "Silver, if you're going to speak to me like a child, you need to be prepared for the consequences." (affectionate)
I hope you don't mind the purr at the end I thought it fitting given the context XD
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A Gift
Moss couldn't help but pace anxiously in the waiting room, the anguished cries of their wife ringing in their ears as they waited. Lily was in pain but... she was only that way because she wasn't bringing their beautiful twins into the world. Hopefully the good luck that they had given her over their years of knowing each other would hold strong.
They were stressed, to state it simply. 35 weeks, their kits weren't supposed to be here yet. Or would they be pups? The suspense was almost too much for the caxy to handle, but knowing that their beloved wife could be in danger was worse. The wolf was strong, Moss knew it, but childbirth was a laborious (ha!) task and not every mother made it out.
Davina's hand on their shoulder was all it took to remind them to breathe, the older caxy always having their back. "Take deep breaths, sweetheart. Lily will be fine, she's strong." Moss had to take a moment to concentrate on breathing before they could respond, and while it did worry their mom a little, she was glad to see them taking her advice and calming themselves down.
"Yeah, I know Mama... she just sounds like she's in so much pain. I can't even be there with her, hospital rules." They moved to sit next to the door to Lily's room, their knees tucked against their chest as they made themselves small. Their paws lifted to cover their ears and block out the sounds of their beloved in pain, and Davina could suddenly see the same kid she'd picked up from the group home all those years ago in them.
A different kind of wail suddenly pierced their ears and they shot up, peeking through the window that separated them from Lily. Oh, oh wow... that was their daughter, crying out... healthy and alive. Their baby girl was okay... but Lily still wasn't done, there was one more beautiful kit... or pup... to be brought into the world. They frantically turned to the nearest nurse.
"Can I go in there? My daughter, she was just born. I want to hold her." A single nod from the frazzled nurse they'd practically just assaulted was all it took for them to pull on a gown and rush into the room with Lily and their daughter. They'd waited so patiently, and now that they could properly see the wonderful grey-green kit that Lily had brought into this world, their eyes were filling with tears.
When the doctor recognized that Moss was the 'father', so to speak, she handed their daughter over to them and showed them how to properly hold her, talking quietly about her weight and how strong she seemed to be already. All they could think was that their kid was so wonderful already... she'd grow into a wonderful caxy, another of a rare but beautiful breed. Oh, they could not be more proud.
Another piercing wail hit their ears and as they turned around, they realized that this one had come from their son, born just a few minutes after his sister. He seemed to be even bigger than she was, but his cries were quieter and less attention grabbing. Oh, the way his fur shone in the light, almost identical to his sister's... they were both stunning, adorable little ones who were already warming their dad's heart.
Once both little kits were cleaned up, they were handed over to Lily who cooed softly at them both before she lifted her head to look at Moss. "What should their names be, dear? I can already tell who they both take after..." her soft chuckle was music to her partner's ears as they thought about it for a moment and came across the perfect names. "I know..."
"Rose Davina Seltz-Padora and Spirit David Seltz-Padora."
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A special mention to @caxycreations! Davina belongs to them, and so does the universe that Moss and Lily come from. I hope you enjoy, Davi.
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HAPPY WBW!!!
Here's a question for you!
What about your world sets it apart from ours the MOST? Like, what aspect of it is the most drastic difference from our own?
Hi Caxy and thank you so much!
I'll do this for Infernal Serenade. I'd say the biggest difference is the "shadow of the Earth", which essentially is a whole other dimension below the dimension that humans reside on (and God above them).
This dimension includes The Void, realms other creatures reside in, and the demon realm. In this way humans are the light and other, immortal beings are the darkness. Symbolically speaking, the other beings do not need anything to sustain them while humans find safety in the light.
Keep in mind "dark" and "light" aren't used as moral indicators here. But, rather, show that demons and other beings have the most influence in the dark, shadowy corners or in the privacy humans don't expect them to invade, while humans flee to the light, Earthly things, for protection from these entities.
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RWBY Vol 8 Prediction
Spoilers ahead for vol7 ep 13
hey so we’ve established that Fria is the Blue fairy, that penny and pietro are Pinocchio and Geppetto and that Penny is uh... a real girl now.this season seems to be leaning HEAVILY on the pinocchio themes. we even have everyone trying to act as James Jiminy cricket (im looking at a surprise reappearance by ozpin as main jiminy contender tho)
so forgive me for noticing we’re missing a major player.
enter monstro, the whale
just seeing this guy i instantly feel like i know where this is going. a direct quote from jimminy is “ "a whale of a whale...he swallows whole ships!" “
swallows. ships.whole
someone is going to get vored by salems whale inside that whale.
probably someone who is on a ship right now
like these noobs.
Thats the bad news
the good news is that pinocchio manages to kill the whale
worse news is he dies in the process.
although he is revived as a real boy by the blue fair so i guess it evens out
do i think penny will die? no, not again. but someone will and im not liking that slice they had through the B for season 7 since season 8 will no doubt pickup right away ,in effect just being a continuation of season 7. Blake’s had no death flags but im SUS at rt after what they pulled in ep 12.
the other candidate is maria and/or pietro. i think it would make most sense to kill off pietro since it would hurt penny without killing her. she’d have to learn to be a real girl without her dad. killing maria makes sense since i cant see where theyd go with her narrative but it would be a bit of a waste to have her this long and kill her now.
TL:DR
Big whale is an allusion to monstro, rwbynwbs are going to get eaten by the big whale, probably kill it from the inside out and someone is going to die early in s8
#rwby#rwby spoilers#rwby speculation#rwby first spoilers#salem#monstro#pinocchio#disney#penny#penny polendina#pietro polendina#spoilers#caxy speaks#my stuff
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reason 19482 of why i love hidan
do you see why ive been laughing for like 20 minutes?
do you see it???
hes huffing like a child
#hidan is my spirit animal#i just love him so much the big murdering galoot#hidan#filler#naruto#caxy speaks
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You're right, it is hard not to stress about college and your future. It was good of you to speak to your mom, that's not easy. Don't break yourself, if you get overwhelmed it's okay to lighten your load. If you're worried about scholarships I can send some links to scholarship searches.
aww, thank you! Someone actually talked me into speaking to my parents (thanks caxy) ‘cause I really, really didn’t want to but it ended up fine and I’m doing a lot better than before ^^
I haven’t thought about scholarships at all yet… I don’t think I need links, at least just now, but thank you for offering!!
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House and Home
NOTE: Spoilers for Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den below. If you haven't read Chapters 11, 12, and 13, do not read below the cut.
I'll never forget it.
It was the 27th of Fina, year 4,014, 2:08am in Tylvin.
I had just said goodnight to Ryder, seen my wife Teresa off to bed. I was only up and about rather than with her because I'd forgotten to turn off the porch light.
Looking back, I'm glad I forgot. Glad I remembered to check later on, rather than before trying to lay down. I don't want to know what would have happened had I turned it off earlier. I was by the bar counter between the den and the kitchen when I heard a weak, timid knock at the door.
I remembered narrowing my eyes, reaching for the Bolt P.S. 9 I kept near the door. That early, that late, there weren't many who could be at my door with good intentions. I hit the charge tab on the gun, priming it. The tell-tale high-pitched whirr filled the hallway, quiet but clear.
I remember my heart racing, wondering what I was about to see. I looked through the viewport on the door. I remember panicking when I saw nobody there. I thought of getting Ryder, my son was far stronger than I was and if it came to a fight, I'd prefer he be at my side than not.
I opened the door, only slightly, and I heard a soft gasp. I looked down, burning the sight that met me into my mind.
A small, familiar caxy, grey fur and brown hair, sitting with his back to the door and his knees tucked up to his chest. His unnaturally long tail was curled tight around his waist and he was hugging his knees and trembling. A blue bomber jacket and a pair of tan khaki pants were all he had with him.
I clicked the primer down, the whirr of the Bolt dying out as I quickly put it back in it's place, opening the door as David Seltz, my son's best friend, turned his head to face me. The fur of his cheeks and around his eyes were matted flat, wet with tears, and his eyes were bloodshot and dim, the typical glow in them completely dark.
I knelt down and helped him to his paws. The little caxy, standing at 4'8", barely came up to my stomach. He hugged me, a grip surprisingly tight for such a lithe frame, and buried his face against me. He didn't cry, didn't shake, didn't whine or whimper. He just looked up to me and in a voice that shattered my heart and killed any resolve I might have had, spoke.
"Mr. Trayson...My parents are gone..."
I remember feeling my chest squeeze, tightening like a heart attack. I remember wondering if they passed away, and how it had happened.
"They left a note, they're...They're never coming back..."
I did everything I could not to growl, to snarl, to bare my teeth in rage. His parents had never been worth a damn, never deserved an ounce of the respect and adoration this kid offered them. He'd spent more time here than at his own house. He'd practically grown up alongside Ryder, and we raised him more than I'd ever give his own parents credit for.
I wrapped my arms around him, closing my eyes so he couldn't see how much hate was in them over his parents. I held him against me and shook my head.
"Your parents ain't gone nowhere, bud. We ain't goin' anywhere. Glad ya came home when things went south, I'm proud'a ya. Ya hear me? I'm proud of you." I said, keeping my voice as even as possible.
I looked down at him, and he looked up at me, eyes wet with tears again. He stared at me with wide eyes and open mouth for a long time before he closed his muzzle, lip trembling for but a second before the dam broke. He stood there in my arms, crying like an infant and clinging to me.
A few minutes later, I heard both bedroom doors open and the soft padding of paws coming towards us. I opened my eyes and saw my wife standing in the hallway, my son standing a few feet away. Both were looking at us, but Ryder's eyes were firmly locked on David while Teresa's were on the pair of us.
I saw her start to speak, and shook my head. She closed her mouth, nodding a little and watching. I gave David a couple of pats on the back and took hold of his shoulders.
"Listen'ere son, you go on with Ryder an' you do what you gotta do t'feel better. Talk it out, sit quiet, play some games, whatever y'need. If'n y'need anythin', jus' come down th'hall an' knock, we wanna be here for ya. Food, water, anythin' at all. I jus' need t'talk t'Teresa 'bout somethin', so give us a lil time, 'kay?"
He nodded, turning and seeing Ryder and Teresa, freezing for a second before walking over to Ryder and hugging him. I watched, proud, as my son hugged him back and led him to his bedroom.
Teresa and I had spent the rest of that night talking between intermittent interruptions from Ryder and David asking questions about food or staying up late. With a long talk and a little venting over our anger at David's parents, we came to the decision together.
After a talk with David, and learning his parents had left him the family home in the process of abandoning him, we made it known that our home was his, and he was welcome to stay if he'd like.
We made it clear. His mother and father had left town, yes.
But his Mom and Dad were right there, ready to give him the home that kid had always deserved.
Sitting at the edge of the bed in the hotel room in Andronia, Teresa sleeping soundly next to me, I stared at the text I'd gotten. David's sister, Davina, the damned girl that had abandoned him first, left him with those awful people...She of all people texted me.
Worse than that was what she texted. 'Davey and Rye in hospital, stable and alive, but you need to call asap' was the entirety of the message. No explanation, no elaboration. My boys were hurt and all she could manage was that?
I growled low and quiet, trying not to wake Teresa. I looked at the clock. 4:08pm, the 28th of Fina. With a little math to account for being fourteen hours ahead of them, I almost crushed my phone.
Malor, you sadistic bastard...
It was the 27th of Fina, year 4,019. 2:08am in Tylvin.
And I'll never forget it.
I wanted to write something regarding The Wolf's Den, but from outside of it. Hope you all enjoyed seeing things from Ian Trayson's perspective~
(ignore any naming inconsistencies with past work, Teresa and Ian are the canon names, it's just taken me a long time to settle on them)
If you want to read more like this, you can find Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den on AO3 or Wattpad, or if you'd prefer to read it here, you can find the entire chapter masterlist as well as links to the first and latest chapter in my pinned post on my blog~!
#writeblr#relan#literature#fiction#furry#modern fantasy#anthro#writing#anthropomorphic#Tylvinian Tales#Relan#Short Story
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Good morning (or whatever part of the day it happens to be where you are) and a very fine Blorbo Blursday to you! I have an OC question shamelessly pilfered from @writeblrsummerfest: tell me all about your favourite hot mess of a character! What do they struggle most with in their daily life? Why are they like this?
Define Hot Mess CW: Depression, Low Self-Worth, Brief mentions of lewdness
Because all that comes to mind is "sexy, but barely keeping it together" and that is 100% David. David is this guy:
He's a caxy: Half cat, half fox. Specifically half maltese and half arctic fox. He has an eternally tired look because of the combination of his ever-relaxed attitude and the bag-like markings under his eyes (the dark rings around them don't help much) and if he weren't so determined to enjoy life, he'd look MUCH more exhausted than that.
He tries very, very hard to be the happy, fun-loving, playful spirit in any group he's in, but there's a lot that goes on under the hood so to speak.
For starters, he spent the duration of his formative childhood years desperate for the approval of parents who would never give it. There are certain behaviors expected of a Relanian predator species (eye contact, baring teeth, commanding posture) that David just...doesn't have. His parents treated him like less for it, and while they did try to "teach him better", it ultimately taught him nothing more than the belief he was not good enough.
He carries that fear to this day, terrified he's inferior, broken, and simply not good enough for anyone.
His bite scars don't do him any favors either, each one a reminder of people he "wasn't good enough for" in his eyes. Despite this fear of rejection, of failing others, and despite his constant self-doubt, he does his best to stay happy and keep others happy. He's usually pretty capable of masking how he feels by using humor, snark, and a healthy dose of lewd humor (plus the occasional lewd act) all help to keep his mind off his anxieties and the depression clawing at his heart.
It hits full force when he's home though. He lives in an apartment alone (technically he lives with Ryder, his best friend, but only technically. He stays the night there most nights, but sometimes he will stay at his apartment if Ryder is away or can't host him) and when he stays there for a night, he gets...rough.
A typical routine for David, when he's at his apartment is draw until he hates it, stare at the paper until he feels sick of it, take a shower and try to de-stress with one of his toys, fail, lay down, try to de-stress by counting the stars outside the window, fail, try to de-stress by reading, fail, give up on de-stressing, let himself cry, fall asleep from sheer exhaustion.
He is...not as okay as everyone around him thinks he is, and the only people fully aware of just how hurt he is on the inside, just how in-shambles he feels, are his sister Davina and his best friends, Ryder and Trace. He has dozens of friends, hundreds if you include acquaintances, and makes ten or twenty more short-term friends every weekend at the clubs.
But despite how easy it is for him to make friends, making good, true friends is hard for him, and his love life has left him feeling like his best use is as a living stress-relief doll for those around him. He works hard not to show it, but these are his true feelings: he feels like a toy, a puppet to be used however his peers see fit, because at the end of the day he has no idea what to do with himself besides give to them.
Closing Notes
David is a complicated individual, and I hope when the reader makes their way through the main story, The Wolf's Den, that they learn about David slowly, the way a new friend building a relationship may learn about him. He's been through so much, and tries so hard to put on a brave face. He deserves more true friends.
Tag List
Tagging these folks because they seem to like my work, and this time, I'm passing the initial question on to you all! To remind you, the initial question asked to me at the top of this was: Tell me all about your favourite hot mess of a character! What do they struggle most with in their daily life? Why are they like this? For the Tag List, if you would like to be added (or removed), just let me know!
@heavensfallenfaction @moremysteriesthantragedies @thetruearchmagos @funnel-webbed-au
#relan#literature#fiction#modern fantasy#furry#anthro#writeblr#anthropomorphic#oc#original character#blorbo blursday#blorbos#blorboposting#poor david#seriously#i know i wrote him but dang#i still feel bad for him when i read it
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i started a kofi and patreon, going to start posting there first and then on twitter,da and here after
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Why is there so little Daniel fabron content? There's like me and 2 other people rooting for this snarky french bastard. He's prime fandom material but nooooooOooOoo gotta do everything myself smh
#daniel fabron resident evil#daniel fabron#honestly we know nothing about him yall can make up whatever ludicrous nonsense you want and call it canon#theres like 8 fics on ao3 of him#2 are in chinese#3 of them i wrote#smh gotta do everything myself arpund here#caxy speaks#irl stuff
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so someone just told me that my art would get more notes/favs/likes etc if i stopped including Kotton , my oc. so for example, my suffering.png pic with tyrian/kotton/watts would have been more popular if it was just a nuts and volts pic.
i like to assume the best about people so im going to pretend that they meant this in the nicest way possible and they just want my art to get out there and be popular because they liked it or something.
but
heres the problem with that; i draw what I want.
im way behind the curve of my artist friends. most of them have been drawing their entire lives, i only started taking it seriously a few years ago. only got the confidence to post my drawings a few months ago. do you know whats a sure fire way to kill my interest in something? make me draw stuff i find boring.
ill probably never be particularly popular, definitely never be as good as people who are years ahead of me but i’m better now than i was 2 years ago, even better than i was 2 weeks ago and its because im excited to draw Tyrian and watts and kotton and other rwby characters bc thats what im into rn
so thank you random internet denizen, for giving me the drive to draw even more disaster scientist, scorpion bastard content and my favorite questionable moth.
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Just to clarify. No beef with this person they're totally correct :oc art is less in demand than canon . My point is I'm ok with my little weird corner of the internet and don't want to aspire to more views at the cost of drawing stuff I love
#i dont even ship them that hard#i dont see the problem with rwby ocs#or ocs in general#sorry im just a little salty about this#im still sick and my bs tolerance is at an all time low#rwby#rwby oc#tyrian callows#arthur watts#kotton ame#kotton#my stuff#irl stuff#caxy speaks
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I'm kinda mad rn. Iv never gotten a flu shot before,probably like a lot of people I decided this year I should, for my sake and others.
But I read yesterday that ni is "pausing flu jabs for under 65s"
I'm glad my grandparents have gotten theirs, I'm glad old folx are getting their shots but for fuck sake guys, you should have seen this coming. Why didn't you order more in anticipation???
Young people like me are the ones in service jobs, we are in prime position to get infected like we all do every year . I know covid is the big focus but I can see flu outbreaks happening and hospitals not being able to cope when both flu and covid patients washup at their door.
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Broke: George warleggan is a bad guy because hes rich and powerful.
Woke: George warleggan suffers from the rigidly enforced class system in 18th century England just as much as everyone else does. hes shunned by the upper class for not being born into it as they were and hes shunned by the lower class because he doesn't face the same struggles they do. much like demelza he is betwix and between because dispite having wealth he will never belong with the rich in their eyes. but unlike demelza the viewers are expected to hate him for trying but demelza’s same struggles are praised for her efforts. the show has a problem of depicting people who arent as noble as ross almost deserving ridicule for trying to fit in with the much hated aristocracy, as in the case with Georges bullying by ross as a child. George does not have the choice ross does; if he doesnt fit in perfectly he’ll be a pariah, where as Ross old name gives him leeway to disregard social rules and still come out on top. this isnt to say that George isnt a classist man, rather he cant get away with it in the viewers eyes in a way that ross can. Ross himself calls george an “upstart” but its never addressed or talked about even though were expected to see ross as the most moral character in the show. its very unfair to tar George with the classist brush without addressing ross’s own classiest notions towards the aristocracy . good and bad exist in all classes (ie mercron and hanson, jacka and Tess) and i feel the show missed a golden opportunity to dispel some notions in both George and ross mind about what the lower and upper classes are really like.
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so you know whats really sad about rose quartz/ pink diamond? she cried and cried and cried but only after she went to earth did she discover her tears had healing powers.
on homeworld it didnt matter how much she cried. it never fixed anything.
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I hope you feel better soon
im doing better than tyrian at any rate. he hasnt been out of his pyjamas since last monday.
watts is better so he abandoned us to make our own tea and fetch our own tissues.
oh well, more blankets for me.
youre very kind to worry about me. im getting better day by day and i hope to be back to normal by friday =)
-Shep
#caxy speaks#ask#asks#Tyrian callows#kotton ame#tyrian x kotton#rwby#rwby oc#kottian#silk orchid#my stuff#my art
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