#grumpy bae

[detershaavv]

–// Only more rough sketches. I’ve been busy lately. I’m still trying to settle on a face and unique clothing, but this will do. Why is he smiling? Who knows? Jaal? Ryder? One of the doctors? The big cheese Kaas? ))

[selinas]

100 days of Oliver Queen - day 14

[chaospenelope]

The Wild

Domestication UnDone

Some Characters and world belong to @supergrumpybear

At the edge of the thickest wood. In the peak of it owners wealth and joy sat a large house surrounded by a tall wall. It was sparsely occupied by servants, their employer, and his beloved pet. This would soon change. The sun was setting on the day and that signaled the winds of change. The so called pet laid on in the dwindling light, soaking the rays into his black coat. His dark grey snout rested on the windowsill as he looked out. "Phineas." His ears perked up. His master stood in the door way with a brush in his hand. "Time to get ready for our guest tonight."

"Such a good boy." The Shon said in their sweetest voice. He gently pulled a brush through the thick fur. He examined the beast's snout and if it needed a trim. "You're growing up to be a fine stud." Phineas wagged his tail, his paws padding the floor as he restrained himself. "So I'll get to go out soon?" "Perhaps." He said teasingly. In reality he planned to have the females come to him or even get a female of his own. He didn't want to chance letting him go out for one moment. He worked a long time raising, teaching, and grooming him but all it took was one scent or sound and it would all be for nothing. "Mr. BleakHouse," He turned to the servant that had called to him. He stood straight with one arm straight and the other holding a lint roller. "Miss. Donald is here." "Ah, She's here early." He smiled. "She's here." The Cheaccoc stood up. "You're not going anywhere." He turned to the servant. "Get Seth, he's ready to be trimmed." Phineas sat back down in a huff as they both left the room. He laid down as he waited he was nearly drifting off to sleep once the doors opened again. The shon had a case with scissors and combs. He set it down felt the beast's fur. Threading his fingers through the fur he smiled. He took the largest comb and the medium scissors. He went to work snipping the excess around his neck. Bits of black fur fell to the ground. Phineas rested his head on the ground. He tried to think about something else, about what he'd do when he finally went outside. He wondered how soft the grass really was. He thought about the stiff, tall trees and how even they bend to the winds. There were often times he'd spot things running in the grass, just once he'd like to catch it. There was a hand lifting his snout. He had switched to a smaller pair of scissors. Small snips here and there, releasing more fur. His lips twitched when the cold silver touched it. He stood up. "Easy there." They said as they put the tool away. He pulled out a brush and dusted off the loose fur. "Alright, you're free to go." He said as he pat him on the back. He grabbed the broom and started to sweep. Phineas ran out the bathroom. He couldn't wait to see the new addition to the house but he was also hungry so his first destination would be the kitchen. His claws tapped onto the tile floor as he sniffed around. He followed a new, heavily sweet scent to the woman at the counter. He didn't recognize her so it must have been the guest. His tail began to wag and he panted happily. She wore a long red dress with the back revealed. The clicking alerted her to his presence. She turned around, sighing when she saw him. His tail dropped just a bit. It wagged a bit more gently. He tilted his head, the half eaten piece of cake was trying to hide. "Can I have some?" She didn't answer him. He came closer making her stumble back. He whined in concern as she nearly tripped. He wanted to bounce ever to help but would continue to rushing away. She scrambled over to the back door and opened it. "Get!" She instructed with her manicured finger pointed out the door. He tilted his head up at her. He stopped panting. She remained stern, not moving as she spoke again. "Out!" She took an apple from the fruit bowl and threw it outside. He darted to investigate. She hid behind the door as he passed the threshold. There was a loud slam. He turned around to see the door was closed. He walked back and scratched at it. He gave a low whine. He sat down and waited but nothing happened. He started pacing. He whined a little more. He noticed the window and got got on his hind legs to look in. The guest was eating the cake again but her back was facing him. "Please, I wanna come in! I'm hungry!" He howled, losing hope as she glared at him and left the room. He huffed and laid down. His hunger getting harder to ignore. That's when saw it, the grey bunny at the edge of the wall. He watched the rabbit hop about, his stomach growling more and more. He slunk a little closer. The animal still didn't see him. He watched it nibble on some grass. He licked his lips as he got closer. His legs were low to the ground, ready to push him off. The rabbit darted off as soon as it detected him. He leapt forward, charging on all fours. He lunged fangs first at the critter snapping down on air. He shook his head, looking all around. The prey was flipped on it's back as it kicked about. He stepped on it's belly, the claws dug into it's skin. It squirmed harder. He bit down on it's head until he tasted the fresh blood. It didn't struggle anymore. He tore the flesh off the small bones. They splintered from the force of his jaws after they were licked clean. His hunger was not yet satisfied. He glanced around, then stood up and walked over to the wall. He trotted along the wall and smelled the base of it. He picked up the smell of the rabbit and another, similar scent. He circled around the building until he came to a small crack. He stuck his snout in, smelling the delicious prey, but his snout was all that could fit in. He pulled out of it and whined as he scratched at it. Stomping about as he inspected it. He pounced on it, slamming his front paws against the wall. It didn't budge. He looked up and attempted to jump over. He rose more that half the height. His claws scraped up the stone wall as he desperately tried to hold on to anything, but gravity was the stronger one. He huffed. The scent was so tantalizingly close. He backed up, all the way to the house. He looked back up and wiggled his butt as he readied himself. He charged full force. Once he was close enough he leapt off the ground. He gone higher that before, but it was still not high enough. He couldn't adjust in time and landed on his side. He let out a loud yelp. He laid there for a moment, letting out a low whine. He heard small stones fall. He lifted his head to see the hole in the barrier grew taller. He stood up and shook himself off. He could fit most of his shoulders. He scratched a little more but only the dirt below seemed to move. He started digging, kicking up dirt until he found it wide enough to squeeze through. The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling seemed much more crisp on the other side. He shook his body and smelled the air. The rabbit scent seemed weaker now, but now there was bigger prey looking back at him. A deer would make a nice meal. It tried to run but he already saw it. He dashed after it, kicking up leaves and scratched at trees as he kicked off for quick turns. The prey would turn at the most random places so effortlessly. He had to get leverage, he was so close he could catch it's tail, but that wouldn't take it down. The legs seemed like a good spot if he was careful. He ran to the side of it so the hooves wouldn't kick up at him. He tried to swipe at the legs but that caused him to loose ground. Once he managed to catch up to it again he was at the end of his patience. He rammed his whole body against it. It made a hoarse cry as it crashed into a tree. It was panting but it didn't move. He pounced on it anyway, digging his claws on it's side as his teeth tore the flesh from it's throat. He stripped every delicious bit from the carcass. Sucking marrow from bone until he was finally satisfied. He got up and looked around. He wanted to go home and sleep in his bed but he didn't see it anywhere. He trotted around but still saw nothing he recognized. "Dad? Seth?...Hudson!?" He called out but there was no answer. The crescent moon cast hardly any light. He knew this was his fault. His hunger got the better of him. He didn't want to wait for them to find him. It was her fault too, that woman who thought leaving him out there without food wouldn't have negative consequences. Maybe it was because she didn't care, it didn't matter now. The end was the same. He could'nt go home. With a low whine he laid down and started to lick the blood from his fur. Once he was clean he got up and walked around. It was a couple cycles of day and night and sleeping up in an uncomfortable tree until he found a large hollowed out tree next to a lake. It was a snug fit but it would do for now. In the morning he woke up to sound of lapping up water. He got out of his spot with a bit of a tumble. He stretched and yawned. He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw what was drinking. A Cheaccoc like him with long fluffy fur of black and gold. Eyes were dark green. They looked peaceful and the gold splotches looked lovely in the sun. "Hello!" He greeted cheerfully. He stopped as they rose up to look at him with wide eyes. Before he could say anything else they ran into the brush, leaving him to wonder what he did wrong.

[kawakona]

Bae~ 

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

can’t stand Verucca but she is right about one thing, Merula IS a disappointment, & not just to R.

See, it's okay if you say that. It's fine if the players are tired of Merula, angry with her, disappointed in her. I think the vast majority of the fan-base agrees with you and not without reason. Even I can admit that I'm disappointed by Merula. But I'm a fan, a player who exists outside of the game, just like you. I'm not within the game's universe and my words don't affect her.

But Verucca? No, she is Merula's aunt and guardian, and that line hits way different coming from her, being said about Merula while she's standing right there. That is not okay. It's hardly the only terrible thing Verucca has done, but it indicates a pattern of behavior, of how Merula has been treated as she grew up. I knew that Verucca was neglectful, it was clear as day from the beginning and Merula confirmed it in Y5CH28. But emotionally abusive, too? I'm not surprised, but I am angry on her behalf. Luca would be too.

Verucca: My niece has always been a disappointment.

Luca: I've never punched anyone in my life, but keep talking-

[frozenbreath]

    ONE LINER. / @heamatic

 ❛ i can sense your rage from a hundred miles away . who pissed you off again ? ❜

[achilleid]

I need to be able to kiss Chase like RIGHT NOW

[ducknotinarow]

[BaileyRichard [ rest ] - to hug your muse from behind and rest my muse’s cheek against your muse’s back / shoulder

The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation| send one of the following for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours! 

Richard groaned a bit, tried as all hell even after just waking up. Wasn’t enough rest for his overly worked body glancing to his side he could see Bailey quietly scrolling on their phone as they were laying on their stomach. Richard turned over slightly to his side, slipping one arm under Bailey as he finished rolling over. Resting on their back as he slipped his other hand under them as well. Slightly hugging them as he nuzzled his cheek against their shoulder. Bailey greeting them with a good morning. 

“mm morin” Richard grumbled out a bit wanting to go back to sleep, as he gave a soft kiss to Bailey’s shoulder bland before slightly peeked over their shoulder, checking the time on their phone only to regret the choice. As he dropping his head back down on Bailey’s shoulder. This is what he gets for working so much 

He could feel Bailey reach back and give an awkward pat of his hand onto Richard’s head. Richard just just sighing out at the feeling as they asked if he were still tried. Only nodding to answer, he could feel that headache forming from the withdrawal of caffeine didn’t want to move though from where he was . As he gave Bailey a slight squeeze and buried his face against their feathers of their bare back. “God you’re so warm” He said slightly nuzzling into his back as he got comfortable. 

Slightly missing what Bailey was saying as he could feel himself easing back to sleep. Telling himself he’ll get moving in a few minutes and get ready for work. Also thinking about how soft Bailey was and not wanting to move yet.

“Bails” you could swear he nearly had a whine in his tone just now as he interrupted the rooster. “Tell me to stay home,” He asked cause he could never get himself to do it only ever would if Bailey forced him or begged or simply asked him to stay home for the day. Bailey gave a slight concerned hum as Richard could feel Bailey try to move now, to turn his way. Richard loosened his hold as they move on to their back now Richard slightly dropping his head on to Bailey’s chest. 

Their nice soft fluffy chest, arms moving to hold around them again as he buried his face further into their feathers. Bailey cooing to him as he stroked his fringes over his hair, telling Richard if he was tried he could just stay home. Didn’t have too force himself to get up and go to work. Richard picked his head up a bit to where his eyes could be seen at least giving Bailey a look that screamed ‘who do you think you’re talking to?’ Moving up more so he could rest his chin on them. 

“No I can’t” Emphasis heavy on the I of his statement, Bailey just smiled a bit likely finding Richard’s current state dramatic. Richard couldn’t deny that really, Bailey thinking it over a moment saying they had to give him kisses first though. Richard picking himself up so he could meet their beak and kiss them good morning. Pulling back a bit to slightly rub his beak his husband a bit, it slightly perked him up. As he couldn’t help himself from giving them another small peck just lazy little kisses given to his husband as they smiled into them. Giving Richard what he wanted as they went and told him to just go back to sleep.  Richard nodded and returned his face to Bailey’s “floof” as he liked to call it sometimes. 

“I love you” He murmured against their feathers as he let himself ease again just enjoying his husband warmth a moment. He’d lie for maybe a few more minutes before attempting for his coffee.

[unloved-cadillac]

head empty just having annie brainrot bc its her birthday

My brain is fried after writing so much. But all of y’all made me simp for her with your requests. Goddamn it.

-Caddy.

[redheadkittys]

...if you love ieyasu and it doesn't matter if it's the slbp or ikesen one😍...

[goldgoggles]

[lordzuuko]

I know I’m 500 years late but I just finished Gears of War: Ultimate Edition co-op with @goramidiot and it was bloody fantastic. A lot of screaming and laughing and dying but overall it was super fun! Dom is BEST BOY. :’D 

We’re now doing Gears of War 2 and we’re planning on doing it until the 4th one to prepare ourselves for Gears 5 that’s coming out soon!

[choromatchu]

hi yes hello its valentines day and all i have to offer myself is snk 2 the game, tea and my homestuck cape

time to seduce my baes

i only have eyes for 2 ppl in this damned universe

[ouidamforeman]

(Long thoughts about Narvin ahead)

So obviously Narvin and the Doctor are two of my favorite characters of all time, but it was only recently that I fully started to realize why I connect to Narvin in such a deep personal way. It’s something the Doctor doesn’t really exemplify very often: pragmatic pessimism. Narvin focuses on the negative aspects of a situation where the Doctor would probably focus on the positive/hopeful parts most of the time, and for both of them it’s a (mostly) successful strategy for getting out of bad situations. They both work and make sense, but I relate to Narvin’s way so much more than I do the Doctor’s. I constantly get crap from people who tell me I’m being a horrible fun-ruining pessimist or that “You need to stop being so negative, you’ll feel so much better!” when I’m just,,,,,,,being honest about a situation. Embracing and thinking about the negativity of something is practical to me and is way easier and more useful in my own life than mostly looking at the positive side of things. And it doesn’t make me feel bad most of the time, it makes me feel truthful and prepared. It’s easy to go overboard with negativity but a huge part of my philosophy is looking at the blatant truth, and sometimes things suck more than they’re good and I can’t look away from them sucking. When the Doctor tells young Davros to “forget about the million and concentrate on the one,” it’s undeniably logical but it doesn’t resonate with me at all. But Narvin’s “It’s the 2% that kills you!” is not only hilarious but supremely relatable to me because that’s how I think and it’s totally practical in my opinion. I kind of feel like the Doctor might try to shift my perspective toward positivity and while I do see why that perspective works it’s just never done it for me, so like. In this situation I kind of want to be Narvin’s friend instead. He doesn’t really go overboard with the negativity either, he stays pretty reasonable. Yeah, he annoys people sometimes because they see his seemingly doom and gloom observations as largely useless but I’m always like,,,,me too babe. If I arrived in a strange new universe I too would go “Ok I know we have to move forward but can we please not just hope for the best and instead talk for a while about the fact that there might be a contagious plague about to kill us?” Narvin is a super pragmatic person and he really knows what he’s talking about so it’s extremely validating to see a character with the philosophy of “pessimism is its own reward” actually be portrayed as logical and still an objectively good person trying to do the right thing to get out of disasters and actually succeeding a good amount of the time (even if the success is just survival). And even though he sometimes makes, you know, those Disastrous Narvin Mistakes, you bet your ass that 90% of the time he’s thoroughly evaluated the situation from that pessimistic point of view that’s helped him survive all these years. He’s pessimistic to a degree that’s reasonable and useful and as a hyper-logical autistic person I really relate to that where positive thinking hero-type characters kind of fall flat to me when they’re giving pep talks. “Let’s just focus on our hope and how we’re going to survive!” is useless to me compared to “Now that I’ve pointed out in detail all the ways this sucks and we’re probably going to die, we can look at the horrible reality of this situation and still possibly get out of it.” You can’t change the fact that things suck sometimes and the sucky things are actually what you have to defend against so why not focus on them at least as much as your chances of success? If your chances of success are lower than your chances of failure, why not look at them in the same proportion? That’s just how my mind works and people don’t seem to get that I see that mindset as useful and therefore a positive force rather than just being doom and gloom for no good reason.

I might be talking out of my ass here and maybe no one will relate to my perspective and interpretations of these characters but I don’t care I just love Narvin sm

[lovelysapphiic]

I’m posting these here too, @kindaresilient and I are working on a teacher au (that is currently a very rough wip) and I was in the mood to make social media edits for our four main bitches aka teachers.

[stellarollins]