#soot sneezes

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Emily: “I’m really sorry Vaggie didn’t feel comfortable coming back here. If there’s anything I can do to change that-”

Charlie: “Probably not! It was kinda a sign of her endless love for me that she visited haven again at all!”

Emily: “Oh! Oh that’s nice!!”

Charlie: “Which I NEVER would have asked her to do anyway, if I’d KNOWN the truth about her history up here!”

Emily: “Right. I’m so sorry about that too, by the-”

Charlie: “I mean, I’m not the kind of girl who askes her girlfriend to go spend an afternoon sitting across from the people who ripped off her wings! And her eye! And left her slumped against a dumpster looking half dead!”

Emily: “A… dumpster?”

Charlie: “Making the woman you love relive all that without even rEALIZING it would be pretty fucked up, wouldn’t it??”

Emily: “V- very.”

Charlie: “IT HYPOTHETICALLY COULD MAKE SOMEONE FEEL KINDA TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS, DON’T YOU THINK?”

Emily: “I’m sure it did!”

Charlie: “H Y P O T H E T I C A L L Y”

Emily: “Could! I could see that, yes, if it HAD happened, that would’ve been…”

Emily: “…”

Emily: “Are you- um, is she, errr.. doing better now?”

Charlie: “SO much better she’s doing SO great these days!!!!”

IN HELL

Vaggie: (lying face down on the hotel lobby floor) “I promise I won’t stop helping you morons when she dumps me. I won’t let her dream die just because I was dumb enough to think I could be part of it.”

Angel Dust: “That’s nice toots.”

Vaggie: “Thanks.”

Angel Dust: “Not sad or stupidly gay or anythin’.”

Vaggie: “Thanks.”

Cherri Bomb: “Sad? Angie, it’s perfect!” (takes picture) “I’ve been thinking this place could use a new rug…”

Niffty: (stepping on vaggie) “Squishy!”

Husk: “Get the fuck off her.” (at vaggie) “You, get the fuck UP.”

Vaggie: “Why.”

Alastor: “Hmmm, because this is PAINFULLY pathetic to watch, even for me?”

Vaggie: “Guess I’ll be here forever then.”

Angel Dust: “Vag-GAY c’mon, ya girlfirend’s not gonna dump ya. What’s the competition even!?”

Vaggie: “There’s an angel up in heaven who's helping Charlie work towards her life long dreams as we speak, and she's taller than me, got more wings than me, not as stabby as me, and also not a mass murderer or a liar or missing an eye.”

Cherri Bomb: "Hey!"

Vaggie: "No offence to the other one-eyed ladies here, but it's different when you've got a fucked up empty eye socket."

Niffty: (sighs dreamily) "I bet losing it hurt soooo baaaaad..."

Vaggie: "Never telling my girlfriend why I'd actually lost it or how it made me look like the deranged murder angel I was, even while she tried kissing it better for me, ended up hurting way worse."

Angel Dust: “That's a point….”

Angel Dust: “...alright, so Charlie’s PROBABLY not gonna dump ya-”

Niffty: “Oh that’s a weird sound!” (giggling) (bounces on vaggie) “I think she’s dying~”

Husk: “If you fucks kill her, I’m telling her demon princess girlfriend and pouring myself a drink to go with your fucking tormented howls.”

Vaggie: (muffled) “what if she’s my ex-girlfriend”

Husk: “…I’ll pour you a fucking drink and listen to your tormented howls.”

Niffty: “ME TOO I’LL LISTEN TOO!”

Alastor: “Dear one, perhaps if you were NOT standing on her skull and compressing her WRETCHED cries into the floor, we could be hearing them already.”

Niffty: “Whoops~ Heheheeh~”

Cherri Bomb: (recording it) “Damn, that groan’s been going on for ages… Bitch has some lung capacity on her.”

Angel Dust: “Point one for Vag-gay! Probs as good eating out as ya are at HOLDING out on ya girl!!!”

Vaggie: “uuuughhh…uaauuugghhaaaAAAAAAAAAAaaahhhhrrrgh..” (whimpers)

Niffty: “Okay.” (GIGGLES) “NOW she’s dying~” (bounces)

IN HEAVEN

Charlie: “Everything’s totally fine I have NO idea why you’d even ASK!”

Emily: “You’ve spent the entire time up here staring at pictures of Vaggie on your phone?”

Charlie: “I’m allowed to look at my girlfriend!”

Emily: “While crying and sniffling into your sleeve?”

Charlie: (sobbing) (desperately patting down her jacket) “SHE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO KNOWS WHICH OF MY POCKETS HAS THE HANDKERCHIEF IN IT, OKAY??”

Emily: (smiling) “I think you two are going to be just fine.”

Charlie: (BLOWS NOSE LOUDLY INTO JACKET SLEEVE, which catches on FIRE)

Emily: “…..not your clothes, though. You might need a new set of those.”

[sneezeta]

Sbi postcard!!!

[girlypopification]

i exist in abject misery

[sketchy-noodles]

Beloved ash babies,,, The Basalt Delta Crows have finally arrived!!!

Guys I love them so much. They’re precious,,,

Transcription & Closeups Below:

(I know it’s mostly unnecessary at this point but I still find comfort in knowing that people can still read these posts even if they can’t read my handwriting XDD)

BASALT DELTA CROWS

A guide by: Philza Minecraft

Physical Notes:

Smallest of all Nether crows.

X-shaped feet for clinging to the sides of basalt spikes.

SUPER strong beaks and claws for burrowing.

Bodies & feathers are mostly fire-resistant because of the magma cream in their diets!

Filter smoke and toxins through beaks!

Behavioral Notes:

Friendliest of all Nether crows!

Nest in the sides of basalt walls/spikes

They diggy diggy hole!

Enjoy dust baths! (Ash baths???)

Diet:

Magma cream

Carrion

Etc.

Other Notes:

Covered in ash & soot 24/7

Strong, sharp beak!

Strong claws!

X-shaped feets

Ash particles!

NOTE: Powdery and covered in ash! Take caution when petting! You will get messy. You will sneeze.

[wilbursprincess]

hellooo! Can I request that when Wilbur gets back from a gig and he's sick so the reader is just in their little nurse era😭 also can i be a 💫 anon? xx

Taking Care Of Sick Wilbur After A Gig

Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cold/flu symptoms (coughing, sneezing, etc).

Awww I love all these comfort asks, new 💫anon! I get a lot of requests to write about a sick Wilbur or a sick bursona, so here’s yet another for you lovely followers :)

Headcannons below cut!

~Wilbur’s coughing backstage before he performs, but passes it off as allergies.

~You’re concerned, but trust he knows himself.

~Well? He comes offstage a few hours later and collapses into your arms.

~He’s feverish when you press your hand into his forehead, shaking with chills.

~”Will!” You say indignantly. “These are not allergies, baby. You’re sick.”

~All he can do is sniff and nod into your shoulder.

~You manage to get him home and into bed, telling him he’s not to move under any circumstances.

~”I can take care of myself!”

~”I know you can, Will. But you’re exhausted, and that’s what I’m here for.”

~About 10 minutes later, you return with a thermometer, cough syrup, and a steaming mug in your arms.

~”I made you hot honey and lemon,” you murmur. “My mom always made it for me when I was sick. I’ll help your throat.”

~As Wilbur sips on the mug, you take his temperature and sigh at how high the number is, switching the cough syrup for tylenol to bring it down.

~You sleep next to him, waking when he needs something or when he gets another coughing fit.

~You dole out cough drops, tylenol, cough syrup, tea, soup, and anything else he mentions without a complaint.

~”You’re in your nurse era,” he jokes with a raspy voice. “Even without medical school.”

~Laughing, you kiss his sweaty forehead. “Thanks to my boyfriend pretending he wasn’t sick.”

[if-you-feel-lonely]

MCYTs reacting to you sneezing multiple times

Say bless you after each sneeze

p!Tubbo, Wilbur Soot, Nihachu

Say bless you when you've finished sneezing

p!Philza, Jack Manifold, p!Ranboo

Didn't notice you sneezing

p!Technoblade, p!Tubbo

Saw it as a personal attack and refused to say bless you

p!Tommy, Schlatt

[mor-starz]

Though I'm unsure this will reach the right people, I need to speak my mind about the reaction to the Shubble situation.

I am overwhelmed with reassurance by how this community is supporting Shubble.

A part of me heals every time I see everyone continue to recognize that Shubble is the most important person in the room.

I am proud that we are supporting the victim.

But I do have to stress that we haven't stopped the support of the Abuser, Wilbur Soot.

While it's amazing to see the community come together for Shubble, and that we have already hurt Wilbur's reputation.

I am still afraid it's not enough.

Wilbur still has a fanbase, he still has reach. But most importantly: He has INFLUANCE.

Though I am already seeing the effects of this community's endless support of Shelby already reaching his fanbase, I can't ignore the people who haven't left.

I know that I can't speak for everyone, but it's hard to immediately cut ties with someone like Wilbur. He was someone that I used to look up to and admire. It was painful to let go of the comfort I found in him. But I still found a way to leave him.

Right now people are slowly learning more about the situation through videos on YouTube and posts here on Tumblr, but there are still people who are blindly supporting Wilbur.

As someone who doesn't use Twitter, which is where everything is taking place, I had to learn about the situation from Tumblr users fighting over Wilbur's innocence.

Which was two days before his apology was screenshotted and reposted on Tumblr.

Before Wilbur's shitty apology, there were only two videos on YouTube discussing Shelby's VOD and Wilbur's allegations, now confirmed, of his involvement as the Abuser.

With the only informative video being a quick summary of Shelby's VOD and all the main arguments for Wilbur being the abuser. Which, as I'm now making this post, the YouTubers who made those videos have yet to update the current situation.

Though there are more "informative" videos on YouTube now, they still lack both reach and current facts. With only one in particular having both requirements, xetn4's video which I'll link here: Why do my heroes become horrible people. (youtube.com).

But while xent4 has made a solid video that has checked these boxes without being clickbait, that video still only has 10k views (as of now).

Sure that's nothing to sneeze at, but that 10k compared to Wilbur's 6 million subscribers (as of now) pales in comparison.

And that's not even mentioning how his video is the only one that doesn't feel like people trying to hop onto the "Fuck Wilbur Soot" train before it leaves, using it as clickbait for views.

But even with how ungenuine those videos are they still only have a thousand views at best.

And while posts here on Tumblr have been reaching nearly a thousand notes overnight, they still don't have the proper reach.

Again, I cannot stress enough how little reach this situation has outside of Twitter.

Because while the support for Shelby has affected Wilbur's fanbase, I'm still afraid it isn't enough.

And with every day that passes my fear that this situation will be swept under the rug and forgotten only increases because I'm already watching the numbers fade with every day.

Because as long as the situation stays on Twitter, as long as people read Wilbur's apology without knowing it's about Shelby, the less people are going to know the very real threat Wilbur poses as an abuser with a fanbase.

And yes, to clarify the apology, people are going to shrug it off without knowing the heaviness of his words. Wilbur wasn't afraid to say Shelby's name, he was ensuring a safety net, a loophole.

Because if you read his apology without any of the facts, then it ensures that you stay ignorant and continue to support him under the guise of him "getting better".

And I'm not assuming here, because I've already seen it happen with my friends. Just showing them Wilbur's isolated apology multiple of my friends have asked me why it matters so much "he's already apologized and is getting better, so what's the problem?".

The problem is that Wilbur is dangerous.

And as long as someone can read Wilbur's apology without Shelby's name or the facts, then they will continue to think that everything's taken care of and that nothing has changed.

I can already picture that without Tumblr I would also be one of those people and would still be blissfully ignorant as I happily listen to Lovejoy thinking about Wilbur's next upload.

This is the very thing that is happening as long as we allow this situation to stay contained on Twitter. Because if we don't spread the facts and get the proper reach, we are allowing Wilbur to keep his peace.

His peace which was the exact thing that kept Shelby silent in the first place, hell it might even be the reason why the VOD was taken down to begin with!

Wilbur is dangerous and shouldn't be allowed peace.

Wilbur doesn't deserve a fanbase and we need this situation to reach the proper audience, his audience before it's too late.

Always Believe the victims.

Don't support the abusers.

Support Shubble.

Stop Wilbur Soot.

[whumpingaround]

whump tropes that make my brain go brrrrrr

-caretaker is on the phone with whumpee and can tell how sick they are just from their voice and their futile attempts to cover their coughs/sneezes

-stress fractures (repeated stress is put on a bone, slowly breaking it until it just d i e s )

-“Damn, is the A/C off in here or what…?” *faints*

-whumpee’s feeble twitching as they lay on the brink of death

-coughing until gasping for breath/nearly suffocating

-a sore throat so bad that whumpee can barely whisper

-ribs broken during an explosion that leaves whumpee coughing from soot and smoke, despite how painful it is

-“My god, [whumpee], you’re burning up! *checks whumpee’s temperature* “A hundred and four?!”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: How you mess with the M6

~ you know, because you love them, but sometimes the cuteness aggression kicks in and you just wanna *lovingly bats at them like my cat trying to wake me up* - brainrot ~

(Prompt inspired by a conversation with my lovely friend @fox-daddy ^.^)

Julian

Today, you are going to take full advantage of his "please give me something to be responsible for so I can feel needed" nature

You leave out a bunch of different possible hints - a hot kettle on the stove, the shards of a plate you haven't fixed yet on the floor, one of his medical textbooks open to rare diseases on the table ...

And then you step out of sight of the front door, and wait for him to come home

He walks in happily, whistlehumming a random shanty under his breath while the door swings closed behind him, shucking off his coat and starting the lengthy process of removing his tall boots

You hear him falter halfway through, whistle coming to an abrupt end as he notices the signs of potential disruption

And that's your cue to bustle into sight, not panicked enough to warrant an emergency, but frantic enough to suggest that something is clearly wrong

"MC? What's wrong, are you alright? What happened?"

"Julian, I need your help."

"Of course, with what?" He's reflecting your demeanor back at you, a little wide-eyed and worried and eager to provide his support

"You're the only person I know who can do this for me."

"I'll do anything for you, MC." He's straightening up now, crossing his arms in his "reliable and serious" pose, which is somewhat ruined by the way he's precariously balanced on one booted foot while the other shoe dangles from his elbow. "What do you need?"

His eye is casting around the room as you flutter aimlessly around, getting increasingly concerned and confused. "MC, what's going on?"

"I need you ... to help me change the bedding. You know how those fitted sheets get me every time, it's so much easier with you helping me out."

It's hard to hold in your laugh as his face goes from worried to surprised to relieved to amused

"Dammit, MC, I thought you were in danger for a moment. You're a tricky one, aren't you?"

"I thought you liked danger -" is all you're able to get out before he tosses away his second boot and lunges after you in a playful chase

Asra

You love your magician. Even though they're awful at remembering to clean up after themselves (seriously - they haven't opened their closet in days because all their clothes are on the floor)

But the messes always happen so gradually that he doesn't realize how bad they've gotten until you point them out to him

It makes you wonder how they would react if all the messes happened at once ...

You wave him out the door after a late breakfast on your day off to do errands, and then you set to work

All the mushrooms and root vegetables in your food cupboard are set up to fall out as soon as the doors are opened

You turn out the handle of their favorite pan so it's visible from the stove, and then stack all of the metal pots, pans, and lids on top of it to come down as soon as it's pulled

You bribe the stove salamander with some premium coal to sneeze soot all over him as soon as he turns on the flame

You even fill the perpetually-left-empty water jug to the brim, so that when they sweep it out with their normal nonchalance it'll slosh all over the rug you conveniently leave underfoot

And then you hide in the curtained bathtub and wait

Asra, as usual, comes into the shop so quietly that the only sound of his presence is the jingle of the shop bell and the rustle of his purchases as he makes his way up the stairs and into the kitchen

"MC?" They call out, "I'm ho-"

And he's cut off by several pounds of potatoes, onions, and mushrooms falling right into his face and onto the kitchen floor

You hear a mumbled "whoops", and then a quiet huff as they bend over to put everything back up before heading over to the stove

"MC, how do you feel about glazed mushrooms for lu -" he gets cut off again mid-call, this time by the deafening crash and clang of an avalanche of pots and pans. There's another muttered grumble before you hear the salamander's affected sneeze, and then silence

You're waiting for the splash of spilling water, when the curtain is yanked aside and the contents of the overfull jug are upended over your head to the sound of their happy laughter

"Caught you," he giggles, unaware of the soot clinging to his eyebrows

Nadia

You adore your Countess, and you would never willingly make life difficult for her. You want to see her flourish

But sometimes, in the nicest way possible, you want to test her seemingly infinite patience and composure. Just a little bit. Just for fun. Just to find out what would happen

And you're a little curious about just how invested she is in what you have to say or what your ongoing thought process is

You wait until a quiet afternoon, when the only thing on her schedule is the proposals that need to be read over and approved. She's idly skimming over them at her desk while you sit nearby

You decide to start with a few sound effects. Nothing overly dramatic, of course, just a few "hm"s and "huh"s while you stare thoughtfully at the painting on the opposite wall

"Is something weighing on your mind, my darling?"

You feign surprise and glance over at where Nadia's holding her quill, smiling at you serenely while the breeze from the window rustles the paper on her desk

"Nothing much." You return her smile as she nods and turns back to her work. You stare back at the painting and continue your thinking, eventually cocking your head to one side and muttering "wait - no. maybe?"

"Has the decor offended you my love?" She's intrigued, and you can tell because she's studying your expression like it's a puzzle

"No," you say blankly, "I guess I was just thinking ..."

She sets her quill in the inkwell and gives you her full attention. "Pray tell, what were you thinking about MC?"

It feels sacrilegious to look away, but you don't want to be caught so soon. "This and that."

"Oh?" You don't have to look to know that she's raising an eyebrow playfully, but you're surprised by the sound of her chair scraping back as she stands and makes her way over to you

"I didn't know it was in your nature to play games for my attention, my darling. How about a stroll around the gardens? I could use the break."

You certainly weren't expecting an outcome this favorable, but you're not one to complain about it. You take the hand she offers you and follow her out the door

Muriel

Muriel loves the chickens. You love the chickens, too. They're friendly. Predictable. Some might even say they're a little boring

You would never hurt the chickens

But you had this silly little realization lately, about how easy it would be to train them into certain specific behaviors. All it takes is a little chicken feed and some consistent responses ...

You find this rock. It's red and purple and a little larger than your hand, and each morning for two weeks you put it in a different spot in the clearing within ten feet of the same tree while Muriel's out

The routine goes as follows:

You hold out the rock and then place it somewhere - a stump, a patch of grass, a fallen log, etc

You run, jump, and swing from a specific low-hanging branch

You toss a generous handful of chicken feed onto the nearby rock

If Muriel notices that the chickens are ever-so-slightly plumper than usual, he doesn't say anything. And so the game continues

One evening, after the chickens are asleep, you take the rock into the hut for the night. You even show it to your beloved, commenting on how pretty the colors are, and then you go to bed

The next morning is chilly, as expected, and you watch happily as Muriel lifts his thick, heavy cloak onto his shoulders exactly as you hoped he would

You follow him out into the clearing and pause near the tree

"Muriel, could you hold this for me? I want to show you something."

You hand him the rock, feeling a clearing full of chicken eyes follow the transaction, and feel a brief flash of guilt at your sinister plot

And then you run, jump, and swing on the tree branch

What follows is a veritable tornado of poultry flapping and squawking their way onto Muriel's fur-protected shoulders and arms

You're delighted at the success of your plan, but what really makes you laugh is the shocked look on your beloved's face as his new coat of chickens settles on his shoulders

He's relieved once you explain their unusual behavior, but what you don't expect are his choked-off giggles when he realizes that you've been conditioning the fowls for weeks

Portia

Portia's organizational skills are unmatched. Not in a stifling way, where everything in the cottage is too perfectly lined up, but in a competent way, where everything has its own cozy spot

Which is how your curiosity gets the better of you

She's so quick to go along with whatever mad scheme you dream up, but how senselessly, pointlessly crazy do you have to act for her to call you out?

You scatter one or two items around the kitchen while she's gardening and wait for her to come in for afternoon tea with you

"MC, you should see the tomatoes right now! Their vines are going all over the ... place ..." You hear her falter as she opens the icebox and turns around slowly, holding your notebook. "Is this yours?"

"Oh, there it is!" You chirp a little too brightly and take the chilly item from her hand. "I forgot I left it in there."

"Oh." She blinks, confused, and then goes back to her story. "Anyways, with how many tomatoes I saw growing, I'm thinking maybe we should can or sell a few for - what are you doing?"

"Hm?" You look up from where you've been idly stacking coins on the handle of the broom leaning against the wall. "Nothing. What were you saying?"

She shakes her head and hands you a cup of tea, taking a long sip of her own. "Just that we're going to have a lot of tomatoes this summer. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" You ask, casually moving a chair into the door to the bathroom so it faces the toilet

"You're acting a little weird." She's doing her best to hide her increasing judgement as you put the salt and pepper shakers in the sink and set the dish soap on the windowsill. "Normal people don't do that."

"Don't do what?" You drain your teacup and hang it on the hook by the front door, struggling to contain your laughter

"That! Normal people don't set up chairs to watch the toilet or do dishes on the windowsill!" She's mirroring your own laughter now, pulling the cottage back to rights as she tries to make sense of you. "Is this some kind of magic thing I don't know about?"

It takes all of fifteen seconds after this for her to realize that you've been messing with her, which results in an epic pillow fight

Lucio

There's an ongoing past time between the two of you on long journeys. It usually comprises of Lucio telling you a story that gets increasingly incredible until you call him on it

You enjoy it, because it keeps the road from getting boring, and he enjoys it, because it's a chance to give you a hard time about not believing that he's capable of spitting fire or splitting stone

Until he makes a casual comment about turning the tables one day after he packed up camp so you could sleep in, and that got you thinking

How far would he believe you if you were the one telling tall tales?

You decide to start simple, doing a double take at an innocent tree over his shoulder, which he immediately notices as it takes your attention away from him

"MC?" He's turning to look behind him too, and then back to you when there's nothing to be seen. "Did you see something?"

"I thought a saw a forest spirit."

"Really?!" He's whirling back around now, preparing to walk right off the trail and into the trees. "Where??"

"It's gone now, we should keep walking."

He sighs, signature pout crossing his face. "Alright, let's go."

Five minutes later you shout and point at a nearby boulder, apparently so convincingly that he draws his sword and begins to blindly charge in the indicated direction. "What, what is it?"

"Sorry," you tell him as the dogs look on, "I thought I saw a bandit."

And so it continues, as you graduate from bandits to faeries to mermaids, until it's mid afternoon and you're being pressed for details about a herd of dragons that descended on the mountaintop just out of sight for all of two seconds before flying off

It's as you describe the avalanche that they triggered that Lucio suddenly pulls up short, staring at you first in disbelief, and then in slowly dawning delight. "MC, have you been lying?"

You quickly nod, and then watch in surprise as he guffaws and slaps his hands on everything in sight. He's so proud of you! You just told your first tall tale! He knew you had it in you, you certainly had the best example to learn from!

[mousetoe-wc]

I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

Careful not to sneeze on the Peppered moth! This species gets its name from its distinctive speckles-- black spots on a white background. The pattern helps it blend in with the trees it rests on, and varies greatly according to the average color of trees in a population's territory. In fact, the distinct differences have often been used as an example of natural selection and evolution! At the turn of the century, the light-colored trees this species used became blackened by soot, and so naturalists were able to observe the population's colouring shift over time to reflect their new surroundings.

(Images: Two peppered moths (Biston betularia) one light morph and one dark morph-- against a light and dark tree background by John S. Hayward)

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Vivia sneeze

I know he canonically sneezes in his first gumshoe gab (new phrase created), but I will not be swayed from the fact that this man has a certified cat sneeze. Little head shake and all! And when he's in the fireplace, all that leaves is a puff of soot. I like to imagine that after staying in the fireplace for so long, he has lil dark gray splotches of soot around his face from all the dust he's kicked up in there and let settle on him. Somebody's gotta give him a bath afterwards. Fortunately, unlike a lotta cats, he actually doesn't mind getting wet.

I also think Vivia is prone to quietly sneezing in rapid succession, one after another that can be up to five or so times. And if Yakou's around, he'll say 'bless you' after every single one instead of waiting for the chain to end.

Meanwhile, Yakou's infamous shotgun sneeze could wake the dead.

[bowieandqueen11]

Movie Night / Umbrella Academy x Reader Imagine

Request: Hi Cee! I saw that you want a TUA request, and I managed to think of one. How about a movie night with Klaus (and maybe Ben)? That just sounds like a lot of fun to me. You can make it into either an imagine or headcanons, whatever works better for you.

Ahhh thank you so much my lovely @holymultiplefandomsbatman​ this sounds so cosy!!

Warning: very slight swearing, mentions of cigarettes and mentions of arson (Klaus being Klaus).

If you enjoy, PLEASE let me know and comment!!

(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @nomatterifyoureblackorwhite.)

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You weren’t surprised to see smoke billowing out of the microwave?

Disappointed? Perhaps. Shocked? Not at all. You were even less amazed to see Klaus’ legs dangling out from over the counter, haphazardly balancing on the table as he used a dish cloth to try and whip away the smoke from the air. Sadly, he was not very successful, as the blaring screech and blips of the fire alarm sounding throughout the kitchen of the Academy quickly made apparent to you. The sound of Five’s groaning growl reverberating out of his room and down through the ceiling only made it all the more clearer.

‘Christ on a cracker... Ben, I thought I asked you to HELP.’

Ben is sitting on a kitchen stool next to a flailing Klaus. He’s nonchalantly sipping a glass of lemonade, and trying his hardest not to snicker as Klaus falls off the counter and teddy bear rolls onto the floor in an attempt to correct himself. 

‘Why are you blaming me? It’s not my fault you have the brain of a peanut.’

Klaus looks incredibly disgruntled as his head pops up from behind the dining room table. His cheeks are covered in some kind of ashy soot, which he happily swells into a crystal cloud as he sneezes into Ben’s disgusted face. As Klaus hurls himself off the ground and tries to stop the shoulder of his shirt from smouldering by wildly hitting it with his ‘hello’ hand, Ben takes the opportunity to stop him from launching a barrage attack of talking.

‘I said I’d come to supervise, not to help. Maybe you should clear your ears out.’

‘Supervising is Y/n’s job, they’re the only one with a braincell in this house. Such a shame you were born without even one, Benny Boy.’ Klaus throws him a mock frown, shuffling forward on his knees to lean his arms on Ben’s lap and slap his kneecap.

‘That was a terrible comeback’, Ben snorts as he reaches past Klaus’ ears and tries to take the strangely popping, twisting and still expanding bag of popcorn out of the melting microwave to open it. When he’s greeted only by another outpouring of smoke and a hacking cough in response, he decides to drop it in the sink and douse it in water. They’d been lucky enough that Luther hadn’t already come stomping down the stairs to tell them to quit their racket, or that Diego hadn’t come in and yelled at them for setting the alarm off while he was trying to nap. He nearly jumps out of his skin when Klaus yells out and opens his arms wide, flailing.

‘Y/n! Where the hell have you been! How could you leave me alone with Ben?!’ He comes sprinting towards you, giving you only a few seconds to widen your eyes in shock, stumble backwards, and try to brace your arms to protect yourself before Klaus has leapt and is now straddling your waist in a bone crushing hug. He doesn’t care that the selection of movies you had snuck up and stolen from Allison’s rooms have all scattered to the floor, he’s too busy nestling his head into your neck and crushing all the air out of your lungs.

‘Klaus... for the love of- I’ve only been gone for fifteen minutes and you’ve already managed to burn down the house.’

He only dramatically kisses the top of your head before dropping his feet back down onto the floor. ‘Who cares, right? I mean, we all hate this house anyway, and dad’s dead’, he grins, holding his hand out beside him as if in a half shrug. ‘So I guess the house is ours to do with as we please!’ He does a ostentatious spin around you, the ruffles of his leather skirt flowing over your abdomen like the old tune of a long ago dream. He eventually stops to place a forearm on your shoulder, leaning in close so he can whisper into your ear with a high-pitched giggle. ‘I vote arson.’

‘And I vote that you both help me carry these snacks and soda bottles before I collapse’, Ben calls from where he’s half hidden behind the snack cabinet. You can barely make out his hoodie moving, shuffling what you can only guess is approximately five massive bottles into the brackets of his elbows.

‘You don’t get a vote - we’ve already established you don’t have a braincell.’ Klaus squats down on the floor beside you and helps you gather up the discs one again, bundling them into your arms as Ben yells out in mock insult. 

‘Oh, quit your yapping and come on! If we don’t get into the living room now then Luther’s going to come down and start doing his evening yoga again’, he shivers, ‘and I do not want to be there for that again. Last time he roped me in, and the nightmares I’ve had about doing the downward double dog pose-’

You snort and hit him in the side, the brightest smile on Klaus’ face as he turns to you and laughs, his mirth filled with all the joy and love in the world. Ben comes staggering round to your other side, and you do your best to loop your arms round both of theirs, as they do in return, before you all set off through the door. I mean, you try - but mostly you all go sauntering towards it and then realise when Klaus bumps against the doorframe that three people going through at once is not going to work. Instead of doing the normal thing of letting the two of you go first, he decides to just jump onto your back and you have to give him a piggy back ride through the house before dumping him down onto the sofa. 

Ben flops down on the cushion next to him, waiting for you to set up the small television set Grace had kindly got out from the locked cupboard and wheeled in for the three of you, before the two of them scoot sideways and leave you space to sit down between them. You’re sitting knee to knee for a while, dragging the lone blanket you found in your room down from the back of the settee to instead cover your laps. As the intro credits begin to roll, and the dim light of the slightly dinged and ancient T.V. blares into your eyes, Ben grabs a few cups and starts handing out drinks.

Klaus takes his with a flick of his hair, downing it all in one go as Ben looks on with a mix of resignation and absolute horror. When he’s finished, he tosses the mug onto the carpet and leans back against the armrest. To your own despair, as he does this he simultaneously swings his legs up so they’re lying over your own lap.

‘You know, I once had a boyfriend who looked exactly like Hugh Grant.’

‘As if’, Ben retorts as he opens a packet of gummy sweets and offers to the two of you. Klaus just grabs them from his fingers and dumps them into the ornate bowl Reginald Hargreeves had left on the living room table - the same precise one he had forbade any of the children from ever touching lest it loses its unspeakable value. Between the sugary cracks of the sweets, you could still make out the remnants of crater burns of cigarette butts.

Ben snuggles down against your shoulder, and you happily open up your arm to allow him to rest the back of his head against your cheek. The warmth of his body, and the way he lifts his hand to rub tenderly against the hand you’ve rested against his neck already fills you with a tenderness as warm as a sunned cat. Feeling left out, Klaus earns an irritated whine from the two of you as he suddenly tries to twist himself around. He looks like a bug trapped in a spider’s web, punching out and trapping himself in the blanket before he finally settles. He kicks his legs into the darkness over the edge of the sofa, choosing instead to shove the blanket onto Ben and rest his head on your lap, the curls tangling up your abdomen. 

‘I did too’, he manages to mumble out as he shoves his face full of a handful of chips. ‘He was a terrible kisser, but he did make the most wonderful pineapple upside down cake.’

‘Okay, now I know you’re lying’, you state, reaching down to scrape your fingers over Klaus’ scalp. He twitches happily in your lap as you say, ‘I’ve never seen you eat fruit in your whole damn life.’

‘I’ll eat it if it’s in cake.’ 

‘Oh my god’, Ben despairs, sliding down further into your side whilst shaking his head, covering his eyes with with his hand.

‘What!? Mr. ‘I’ll only eat waffles for dinner’-’

‘Hey, waffles count as breakfast and dinner food. I’m in the right here. I’m valid.’

Klaus tries to throw a gummy work at Ben’s face, succeeding only at tossing it through the door way. He hits his target on the next go, though, and leaves Ben wiping his nose with the edge of his sleeve as he reaches out to grab more. Ben’s faster though, dipping his hand into the own packet of chewy sweets he dumped beside them and whirling them at Klaus’ head until Klaus has melodramatically fallen down onto the floor.

The night ends in its usual way, with Diego sauntering down the main stairwell and peeking through the hallway door to see what the heck all the noise is, holding a knife at the ready in case the Academy was being ransacked or burgled. He’s greeted by the sight of you standing on the living room table, arms pull to the brim of popcorn kernels. Ben has taken refuge under the table, his raven hair absolutely drenched with soda, as well as half the askew paintings and bookshelves behind him. Klaus has knocked the sofa onto its side, and has managed to falter in throwing his handful of gumballs over the top as he spots his other brother.

At first, Diego only sighs and puts his knife back away into his belt, preparing himself to turn and leave. When he feels a sweet hit the back of his head with a thunk... well, let’s just say that Five comes storming down to see what on earth is going on about ten minutes later, only to find you all in roughly the same positions... as well as Diego swinging from the chandelier with chip crumbs on his shirt.

[therealhayyhay]

What is Important

Synopsis: After playing outside in the snow, Pinky gets sick, but doesn’t want to tell Brain.

Theonethatyaks93 and I gave each other prompts and this was the one they gave me!

Ao3

He should have dried off after playing in the snow. Brain told him to, though Pinky figured he’d be alright. He was beginning to regret that decision as he felt himself getting chilly again. Wasn’t it just warm in here a few seconds ago?

“Pinky!” He had him heard shout from across the lab. Brain was ready to explain that plan thingy to him. Pinky sighed. He was usually very eager for their annual tomorrow nights, but right now? He was feeling anything other than eager tonight. He felt absolutely awful. Yet, he didn’t want to deter Brain or let him down. Brain needed him for the plan. And he was going to be there by his side. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the ongoing sickness, and be attempted to seem normal while making his way over to Brain.

The smaller mouse was arranging his poster as he waited for his companion. He finally saw him approaching out of the corner of his eye. “Come now, Pinky. For I believe I have devised a scheme so genius, that the populous won’t know what hit them!” He didn’t seem to observe how sickly his friend looked.

Pinky sniffled a bit and put his hand up to his brow, feeling lightheaded, “What is it, Brain?” He tried his best not to stumble. Brain couldn’t know.

Brain noticed, giving him a glance. Pinky did look quite pale, “Pinky? Are feeling alright?”

Pinky’s eyes widen and he chuckled nervously, hands now intertwined behind his back, “Me..? Oh, um, I’m feeling just fine! Fit as a fiddle! Zort!” Hardly.

Brain raised an eyebrow. He was skeptical, but this could all very well be Pinky being well…Pinky. He probably just ate some lint behind the refrigerator again. “Alright..”

He extending his hand outward to further present his poster. “As you know, clothing is very essential to the human race. They can’t live without it. So, we will—“

“ACHOO”

Pinky wiped his nose. He realized Brain was giving him a irritated look for blatantly interrupting him. “Sorry, Brain..”

He stared a Pinky for a few seconds, “Like I was saying,” And he continued to explain..

The plan failed, to no one’s surprise. Brain stood up and brushed the soot off his fur, “We must head back to the lab for tomorrow night!” He declared.

Pinky failing to get up replied warily, “Why, Brain? What are we gonna…ACHOO!” The sneeze made him loose his balance, falling right back on his knees. Pinky groaned lightly. He looked miserable. Brain’s scowl faded as he started to realize the apparent sickness upon Pinky’s face. He went over to him and placed a paw on his forehead. Pinky was warm and he had a suspicion why.

“You have a fever,” He replied, his frustration growing. “You didn’t dry off, did you?”

“No…” Pinky looked away sheepishly

Brain perched his fingers on his temple and exhaled in annoyance. Of course the oaf didn’t dry himself off, and now he was sick. “Can you walk?” He asked seriously.

Pinky swayed but he managed to stand, “a little..” Swinging a bit too dangerously for Brain’s liking, he grabbed Pinky’s arm and put it around himself, and they started to make their way back.

Pinky laid snuggly in the sponge bed in their cage while Brain sat next to him, dabbing a cold compress on his forehead to decrease the fever. He still looked uncertain, “You should have told me you were feeling unwell.”

Pinky weakly shifted in the swab, “I didn’t want to let you down. You need me for the plan….”

Brain was now the one who felt awful. The fact that Pinky was worried about the plan more than his own health. He truly didn’t deserve such an extraordinary friend. “You are more important than any plan, Pinky.”

That statement alone, made Pinky feel a little better. There were times when Brain could be very kind to him and it always made his heart all warm-like when he was. “Thanks, Brain, narf..”

Brain let himself smile with Pinky, “Anytime, my friend. Anytime…”

[skretri]

Sneezes on you. It was a absiceddent I swear !! - PeanutbutterAnon

IT WAS AN ABSIDENT????

is THAT A MF WILBUR SOOT REFERENCE?!?????

[justastarholder]

-falls into a pile of soot, sneezes and shakes the rest off-

-beams up at the forge goddess-

Hi, Pluto! You look lovely today! Sorry for dropping in, but I have a question!

Besides the Star, what other things have you forged in the past?

"Oh my goodness!" The goddess gives you a worried look. "Are you alright? Soot is not good for you! Oh, you've got some on you-

"Silly! But you answer your question: yes. I've forged many, many things in my time. It's tradition for the forge god to forge gifts for the other greater gods as a show of allegiance. My father made jewelry, but I prefer to work on weapons. I made Sun's sword, Eclipse's spear, and Moon's dagger all by myself! I think they came out quite nice, too."