#ooc: ask

[slugcatsafari]

ooc: are you using clangen or something else? :o

Something else, created from the ground up by yours truly!

I have a video in the works right now explaining it (and narrating the events shown here), but I need to finish the art for the first five cycles before I can post it. Here's spoilers for cycle 5 of what I'm working with:

[ask-karlachbear]

Dude there was already an ask Karlach blog and they just deleted cus of this one

ooc: uh? I've been here for a while, and plus there can be multiple ask karlach's blogs, im not gatekeeping her or something- just like there's multiple Astarions and Gales.. if the ask karlach in question is seeing this and they have deleted their accs bc of me then i got a msg for youu: reopen that account cause Im gonna jump in your asks and we can rp together.. like?? Lets break this multiverse w two fiery ladies hmhm

[wartime-worrier]

((I love how much of a little guy Peppino is in this au. He’s the wet cat of all time!!

((Something about the art in this just gives me serotonin. I’m glad this exists, regardless of updates or continuation :]

🥺❤❤❤

aww... tysm for sayin' that. he's purposefully made to be a sopping wet little guy. i would be too! i might put a few updates out eventually, but no guarantees.

also, i love that pfp! little kitties always make me happy :D

[mothpdf]

in fanfiction we must sometimes ask ourselves not if he would do that but under what conditions would he would do that

[badlydrawnmanic]

[typewriter sounds]

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Okay 3 things

1. I was thinking about an aroace Sonic who says things that can be taken as wildly flirty/romantic but he just means them genuinely. “You have beautiful eyes, I keep getting distracted while looking at them,” not cause he’s interested romantically in them but because eyes can be really cool and pretty man I dunno what to tell you he likes looking at cool things and he thinks his friends are neat. “You’re the most beautiful person here,” because he really thinks that, he loves his friends

2. Sonic randomly dropping heartfelt genuine comments on his friends out of the blue completely blindsiding them and then moves on like nothing happened while they’re left going ?????? Bonus points if he does something immensely stupid or jerkish just before or immediately afterwards and they can’t tell if he was serious or not with the compliment (yes he was)

3. Sonic usually being so allergic to truly vulnerable moments that when he expresses something heartfelt randomly Tails thinks he’s been stabbed or something and does not believe him when he reassures him that he’s fine he’s fine he’s not dying yeesh

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[ask-mikurin]

/ I felt like dropping a liiiittle bit more about them so you guys can get more ideas to ask them things (?

[katsukimybf]

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

[god-offical]

Stares at you with my big autistic eyes

stares back with my tiny neurotypical eyelets

[askchilchuck]

How do I serve cunt like you, chucklefuckle?

No idea what you’re talking about.

[slugcatsafari]

can we obtain the link to the clangen

alas! if by 'the clangen' you mean the program i use as source material for the comics and as featured in the video walking through cycles 1-5, 1. it is not clangen and 2. it is not ready for the public just yet!

here are a number of hurdles:

i have never shared a program created by myself before; i quite simply do not understand yet some important fundamentals, such as how to ensure dependencies are installed, directories are correctly laid out, and most importantly i do not have the presence of mind to troubleshoot with the public currently- im in a bad (well, 5 year long) mental slump where i become wracked with terror upon getting (some) messages (er.. dont let that stop you from trying to message me! just understand i might not respond .. ever, unless !! you keep messaging me).

the program is lacking at the moment... there are 214 base events not counting branching paths and overwritten events depending on circumstances and 2 status effects but i still want waaay more. i also need to add status effects such as pregnancy and sickness, fill in events for enlightened slugcats, and im thinking of adding in a lizard member feature... i also would need to set up a settings page for some rudimentary things- maybe sliders for how much slugcats consume in a cycle, how much they might bring back in a hunt, if slugcats can have pups with members of the same sex (not possible atm), and a special feature to enable void slugcats thatll never die...

the program is buggy and unbalanced at the moment- im unsure exactly how to balance things such as food, damage, and population without intensive playtesting... i also just found out that my status detection method isnt working properly (thus, for example, grief never wears off or a pregnant slugcat would never give birth...)

relating to the mental slump listed in point 1 if anyone makes fun of my OBJECTIVELY BAD AND MESSY !!! coding i will ... cry. im just not a professional yet and im horrifically meek, without ensuring that the people who pry into (as i call it) rain game are doing so with good intentions im far too nervous..

or, erm... else:, in the case you meant clangen period regardless of slugcat influence- check, like... google. and i think the rain world skin was shared in the clangen discord which you can probably find off of .. google also maybe (unsure) (i think the skin is called like... raingen?).

[curiphynn]

Thank you Anon!! I'm more inclined to make them softer in this AU. They deserves one happy universe where Anakin just bring Obi to Arcade to show off his gamer skills 🎮❤️

[justaz]

merlin who uses his magic everyday in ways that he doesn’t realize isn’t normal. magic helping him see in the dark so he can find his way in the woods or dark rooms with no problem. connecting with the woods around him so he always knows where he is and whats in the general vicinity which allows him to sense bandits just before they attack. using magic to keep warm in the cold or to cool down in the heat. confident and willing to go toe to toe with anyone bc he knows that regardless of what they throw at him, he could always win bc he could just use magic.

then somehow someway (post magic reveal) a sorcerer takes away merlin’s magic. or well just locks it away ig. but anyways merlin doesn’t have this part of him anymore and is left feeling empty, exposed, and vulnerable. arthur, the knights, and merlin going on a quest for answers to their problem and a way to get merlins magic back. but. but. but merlin is all jumpy and he’s rambling more than ever and is often reaching out to grab onto someone (usually arthur) and everyone’s confused and then they get ambushed and merlin freezes in the middle of the path like a deer. he’s watching everything go down around him with wide eyes until he’s targeted and one of the knights have to rush in to save him. afterward merlin is constantly holding someone and his grip is rather tight. he keeps looking around, his eyes scanning the trees around them over and over. when they try and settle down for the night, merlin wont leave the camp without an escort or two and when they’re trying to go to sleep, merlin is flinching at every noise in the woods around them and ends up shuffling over toward the person closest to him and laying pressed up against them.

arthur opening his mouth to tease and call him a coward when the word registers in his mind and he realizes that that’s what he’s actually seeing, merlin scared and defenseless. he ofc doesn’t realize the true depth of it all, i mean he knows merlin is missing his magic but he doesn't know that magic has always been a part of merlin, it makes him him. he’s had magic since he was born, he’s never known life without it. as he is now, he feels bare and exposed and blind and deaf and terrified. the knights are his defense rn and for the past few years, merlins been their protector so its a complete reversal of everything he’s ever known. he’s scared. arthur bites his tongue and lets merlin hold onto his arm and snuggle up close at night for some form of comfort and security. he doesn’t tease or mock and responds to his ramblings of fear with a level of gentleness the knights weren’t aware he even possessed. merlin slowly relaxing as arthur subtly comforts him without addressing it

[ask-the-pioneer]

Have you ever found that fire or shrapnel have something of a reduced effect on your body? I'm looking to confirm a hypothesis...

"My abilities are not common amongst the slugcat population, I think. In my entire life I have not met a single scug that could make explosives, or do explosive jumps (excluding my mom). And yes, I'm naturally resistant to blast damage. What would badly hurt a common creature may only knock me out for a second or two."

"Shrapnel? Hmm… my fur protects me to a degree, but getting hit with a flurry of hot metal chunks is very risky, even for me. If the situation is dire, I try to deflect anything coming at me with a blast or a dodge. The best way to not get hurt is to avoid confrontation in the first place."

"That said, I have also found that I can heal much faster than a typical scug. What takes cycles to recover from may only take me a week. Mom could do that too! I'm proud to have inherited it from her..."

She stops and stares into the distance. The smile on her face from a moment ago melts away quickly.

"...I really miss my mom."

// This is a good moment to mention that time in my AU is measured differently. There are days and nights as usual. The most common measurment is a set of four days (day-night cycles), which is called a "week". The cycle that involves rain is a separate concept, and only really applies to areas around iterators that are still active (and not collapsed). Some cycles may last several days followed by a a few days of rain. There are longer and shorter cycles depending on each iterator. Creatures still hibernate in places outside of their influence, but it is dictated more by the local weather, or seasons (could be considered a kind of very long cycle), rather than iterators' "breathing".

[badlydrawnmanic]

i made a minecraft pig in spore

he can do this (very talented)