#they're always described as small dinosaurs but they are really not small

[bookrat]

Coelophysis bust, available in my etsy

[cuprohastes]

Lunch In Space

Part 1

Wherein we are introduced to two of our main characters, the perils of interspecies cafeterias and the alternate uses of dog jumpers, and the Narrator is too self-obsessed to introduce themselves properly

4am, in the vast darkness of space, the lightless void that's darker than the stygian depths.

Apart from the stars. They're actually pretty bright. Famously so come to think of it. Also all the lights on the station, so you can look at it and admire it and spot any fresh new exciting holes that have appeared.

And if you're on shift, like me, use those handly lights to find the cafeteria and very carefully pick through the offerings because believe me, while Yarrick won't kill you, your body will basically say 'What the heck?' and treat it like a nice big plate of Silicone jelly and you will be experiencing a whole new and exciting set of sensations, and hey, sometimes you just have to clutch the toilet seat and scream a bit: We've all been there.

So I get my nice human safe food, and an extra roll of purple stuff that's not bread but it might as well be, and relocate my heiny to the big table by the window, the one that's always a bit chilly which is why me and Atrix and Atrix are usually the only ones who sit there.

I mean Atrix does because she's comfortable with a little extra cooling, and Atrix is there because he's not driving, he's just along for the ride.

"Yo." I say to my good buddy, the giant purple kangaroo dinosaur. She gives me a Yo back and dual finger guns.

Atrix the pocket lizard sticks his snout out and makes grabby paws at the roll.

I slide it over to his wifey, the purple lizard woman with the colour changing face and a degree in Astromechanics (Also horticulture, Art History and apparently, Interspecies erotica).

"You're over feeding him." Big Atrix says. Small Atrix grakkles. He has opinions and he really wants that bun, but then again if he gets too fat he has to move out, change gender and start paying taxes.

I also know that Godzilla here always skimps on the husband food because she knows I'll swing by with a little something something for her pocket hubby.

"Yeah well, someone has to be the fun Aunt." I say cheerfully. You're always the Aunt with the Atrix, regardless of gender.

I settle in, to eat a lovely meal of... what appears to be chicken flavoured... it's... hmm. Well, it's chicken flavoured and guaranteed not to cause anything to go a funny colour and fall off. It actually tastes great, but I'd describe it as being yes, a thing.

"So," I say around the food flavoured... stuff, "Picked a good solid Traditional Human Name yet?". My friend bobs her head again: Practicing her human physical emotes.

-This should be good. Atrix are good people but they don't have spoken names. They have a word that means 'I'm gonna show you name' then they change their face colours like a cuttlefish. They literally just turn into another person for a moment: This drives most species nuts.

Humans find it hilarious. Atrix can see the funny side. Humans and Atrix get along a little too well for everyone else's comfort and That's The Way We Like It™️.

Big n' Purple thinks about it, then says, "I was thinking... Gondolier Dottirsdottir, or maybe Luminal Effervescence."

OK so the Atrix tend to go for names that are just really fun to say. hence the Secretary General of the Combined Human-Atrix Interstellar Survey, a really big female with as much or more gravitas as a class two black hole - a very serious pocket pal all 'round - being named Pingbing O'Candyfloss.

I consider it. "People will call you Gondy, or Lumy." I point out to her as she feeds purple... bread-y stuff... to the iguana-sized male that lives in her belly pouch. He grakkles at me. He's a sociable little guy, quite chatty, I just have no idea what he's saying. Gondy grackles back and he does Upsies arms.

"Gondy. Ahm-hum. That sounds good. Gondy." she says trying it on. I can see she's definitely enjoying the mouth sound.

She hauls her hubbins out of her pouch, which is covered by her overalls and a big apron flap so he can sleep or play games on her phone.

"Did you... put him in one of those dog jumpers?" I ask as she puts her guy on the table. He looks smug and shows off. It's a small, chihuahua sized Christmas sweater. It's currently May, or close enough. But I'm not going to harsh his mellow. The little dude's obviously stoked to be a fashionista.

Gondy bobs her head looking pleased. "I'm thinking he should be Raxyplank Magellan. Raxy's a cute name." she says.

Raxy looks up and says "Rax!" around a mouthful of hubby food. Well, I can't fault that. At least he gets a name he can say.

For an Atrix male, he's pretty adventurous - He'll talk to people and even come out and walk around if he can keep one eye on Gondy.

Traditionally, or "Back in the day" - Several tens of thousands of years ago, until an Atrix got big enough to be safe, there was a good chance that something would camper up and make a meal of them.

So they have a general resistance to being out in the open, where it's cold and there might be cool alien eagles or space-lizard foxes.

Luckily when they get big enough they develop pouches and to they pick a male out and carry them around for safety and to have someone to talk to and hold shiny rocks (I'm a bit fuzzy on the finer details), so you almost always see two Atrix, even if one of them is usually hiding.

And now Raxy is hanging out with us like a regular little dude and getting crumbs on his ugly Christmas sweater. It is in all ways a pretty nice moment.

Anyway that's about when the station blew up...

[whiskersz]

Haaaaaaiii (mysteriously) i was wondering if I could ask for both matchups? :33 (you don't know me btw...)

My name's Tezel, I'm a 20 yr old agender aromantic bisexual and I go by they/it!!

I'm not entirely sure how to describe myself, but I guess I could say I enjoy spending time with others a lot! I always try to be friendly, and when I feel comfortable enough with someone, I might end up talking way too much...Sometimes I feel like I should probably apologize to them!

Also, I'm not really one to judge people, so I always try my best to be as understanding as possible. I'm not someone who gets angry w their friends easily either...Guess that'd take a lot!

As for my interests, I really enjoy drawing, and I also really like listening to music! ^_^ Something else I enjoy is collecting plushies, so I will always be extremely thankful to anyone who'd think of giving me one as a gift! Also, I absolutely love dinosaurs, so I might accidentally go on a ramble about them with someone I'm speaking with! I just think they're neat :P

Something else about me, which I'm definitely not proud of, is that I easily end up getting anxious over the silliest things. If it gets too bad, I might try to seek comfort from my friends or anyone I'm close to. Usually, that helps a lot.

If I'm close enough with someone, I will definitely be very cuddly around them, or at least give them hugs often! Of course, if I'm not sure if they're comfortable with it, I will ask beforehand if they're ok with it! I always value people's feelings before my own.

And lastly, I know many random facts about animals, so I'll often bring them up to people I'm speaking with if a certain animal is brought up or if I'm asked something about it! I'm often told I know a lot a lot about them :3

Anyways, that should be everything. I really hope the info I gave you works just fine!! Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to do this... ^_^

(bgff)

Hey you!! I finally got to your matchup, yay!! Now, I know veryyy well who your favourites are – but! I tried to read this as if I didn’t know you, apologies if the characters I chose aren’t really of your liking, I tried XP

With aaall of that said, your romantic matchup is...

Sir Pentious!

I can totally see you and Pentious bonding for a very wide number of reasons. I don’t usually do this in matchups, but I can see you approaching him first and complimenting him on how cool he looks – he’s a snake after all, and you love animals -; he even sounds cool, with all the inventions he comes up with! He’d get really flustered over someone paying this much attention to him but at the same time be very proud of himself, and he’d totally take some time to brag a little, encouraged by your shower of compliments. This is kind of how your first meeting would go, in my opinion!

After that, you two would be inseparable: you’d ramble about your interests and he’d ramble back about his, and you’d give each other opinions on what the other has said. This would continue for hours on end! He’d also grow so fond of you to let you witness him and the egg boys at work; you’d think of this as the coolest thing ever. Eventually, you’d end up dating, probably planning to confess in the same exact moment too. It’d be a bit of an awkward confession, but one full of chuckles and hugs and reassurance!

Pentious is a biiig cuddle bug – he loves hugs, snuggling up against you, hand holding and when you do all of that to him! Therefore he doesn’t mind your hugs at all, he actually asks for them himself. He’s the type to hold your hand under the table while you’re all having dinner at the Hotel and then blush about it, and he also plays with your hands a lot. his hand is probably pretty big and slender, so he loves to point out how small your hands are compared to his.

He absolutely adores when you show him your art, he definitely goes a little overboard with compliments sometimes as he tends to exaggerate things in general but he does think everything that he says, so his comments are very genuine. If you draw him sometimes he’ll be very flustered about the fact that you find him handsome enough to make him a portrait!

He’s actually the type of demon to sit down next to you if he notices you drawing and join you in your activity. Not that he’s great at it himself, but what matters is that he’s willing to spend some quality time with you doing something that you enjoy.

You and Pentious also don’t get on each other’s nerves often at all. If one of you does something mildly annoying you both always end up apologizing immediately afterwards in fear that the other will get mad at you, so it’s very rare that you get mad in this relationship.

Also, if he does do something that upsets you, he’ll be feeling awful all day and do something to cheer you up, like get you a new plushie or bake something for you. Not that he doesn’t do little acts like these randomly during your relationship too though; he’s actually a big gift giver and he loves acts of service so it’s not rare for him to show up at your bedroom door with a trail of freshly made cookies or a handmade little gift. In fact, most of his time in his room/studio is spent figuring out what to make for you next!

When you start panicking over something for the first time, he gets a little bit anxious himself as well, not going to lie. With time though he learns that all you really need from him is for him to act natural and distract you a bit with some silly jokes, and perhaps a bit of light hearted comfort and a cuddle. From that point on he cherishes it every time you turn to him for help, as you’re his first supporter too.

I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it!! As for your platonic matchup, I think you’d be besties with...

Charlie!

To start off, these will be a little bit on the shorter side as they’re platonic headcanons. Anyways, you and Charlie sure love to hang out and listen to each other ramble! She’ll stare at you with big wide eyes and wonder on her face as you spew facts about dinosaurs and animals; she’ll be especially interested on the cute ones, she adores cute things!

She’s also big on physical affection, so she will never decline a hug from you! Now, longer cuddling sessions might be a little off-limits as she’s dating Vaggie and the latter can get a bit jealous over these things, so you both decide to respect her and stick to hugs and the occasional friendly hang holding while walking around.

Charlie gladly joins you and Pentious in your drawing sessions; she’s a little better at drawing than he is, and will fill the entire page with doodles of hearts and rainbows and stars if you don’t stop her...it’s very endearing!

She values everyone’s feelings a lot, so when she senses that you’re in distress she’ll immediately be by your side. She can be a little bit awkward at offering advice sometimes as she doesn’t have much clue of what goes on in humans’ minds after all, but she’s trying her best to cheer you up and that’s what matters. She will also refrain from judging you herself, as she is the Princess of literal Hell.

Charlie loves your plushie collection; she’s got one of her own! She’s obsessed with taking pictures of her plushies so she’ll definitely do the same thing with yours, too, especially the ones that she finds adorable. When your birthday or some other kind of celebration comes around, a plushie will definitely be her main present from you; she might let the secret escape though while excitedly asking which ones you’d like to get if somebody got you one, right now...

(bgff <33)

[cryptidshadows]

To the Weird Dysphoria Anon!

I got your message, and I understand your experience is kinda graphic, so I put my thoughts and your Q under the cut! (Body horror/dysphoria/uncomfortable experiences)

Anon's message was:

"Trans man with the weird experience of dysphoria again! I don’t mind if it gets published, I just don’t want to trigger anybody because the way I describe shit is kinda…idk, graphic? My experience is strange because I almost never feel that my body itself is wrong. I just don’t -fit- in it. It hit with puberty and believing that whatever used to live in this body had given it up and I’d taken over for them. It was always knowing that it didn’t move quite right, having to pay extra attention because my fingers and feet weren’t where they were supposed to be. It was wanting to be the Beast saving and saved by Belle, but also identifying with Ariel from The Little Mermaid. It was pretending to be an animal because it felt closer to the truth. As I got into high school, though, it got scarier for me. It was feeling too small, too tight, too soft, feeling the need to dig my claws into my flesh and tear off my skin like a monster in horror movies and go screaming into the woods. It was feeling my bones itch and my teeth aching, feeling static under my skin all the time. On the worst days, it was waking up not knowing who or what or where I was and just going into auto pilot, fighting wave after wave of anxiety as ‘They’ fed me bits and pieces of who this body really belonged to. It was nightmares of being trapped, of having to navigate an ever-changing maze and knowing I would die if I couldn’t. It was feeling that the world was wrong, that I was in the wrong place, that the people around me were talking to a person that I was just pretending to be. It was derealization and dissociation and being angry when a character I identified with was referred to as a girl. (As I said, I am not a smart man.) But I never felt like I was a man. I just knew I wasn’t this. I thought I was a monster in human skin. It’s only now that I’m really paying attention that the monster isn’t trying to eat me from the inside out."

Yeah, I did also very much get the deep need to tear off my skin and let my real self out of me, like it was a caged beast. And I still want to run into the woods and never look back lol. There was definitely a strong connection to monsters, dinosaurs, aliens, robots, anything inhuman throughout my life.

I know we're far from the only kids who pretended to be animals, but it was very real to me in a way that I think was distinct. The way I walked and moved and lived it was different, like most kids tucked it away once it was time to come back to class. I was constantly lost in that other world, the other me. It could be connected to neurodivergence too, and as you stated, some of the things you experience sound like they're tied to derealization and dissociation, common things to go through as a trans person and also common for people with trauma. I never experienced anything as severe as the dissociation you're describing but I definitely understand it. And the sense of everyone around me talking to a person I was pretending to be made me feel like I lacked real depth and connections with people.

I lived in a fictional world in my head 90% of the time, and in that fictional world, I was anything but human the majority of the time. And that kinship with monsters while being trans is what drew me to create my comic Wanderlust. The monsterlover/terato community is full of trans people, and it's much more than just a kink to most of us. You're definitely not alone.

[rbelle310]

There's a cardigan in Hajime's closet. Mossy green with a row of five buttons that barely keep the front closed against his muscles and a cartoony print of furiously rawr'ing godzilla-like dinos. A less secure man would probably call it wussy, but Hajime loves that cardigan beyond words.

In no small part because he loves Godzilla, but also because Wakatoshi bought it for him after noticing him shivering in the gym more than once.

The team tries their damnedest to keep a straight face as Hajime spots them during bench presses. The dinosaur print and plush green knit looms over them as they struggle with the weights.

Hinata tells Kageyama he keeps having dreams about Mr Iwasaur who pushes him into the ground by his arms and keeps growling "You can do one more, Shoyo, OR I'LL EAT YOU"

Hajime is aware of this because word gets around in the locker room, but he continues to wear the cardigan anyway. It's comfortingly warm and Hinata's terror is hilarious.

Eventually, even the fans catch on. They often spot him before they even realise Ushijima is with him. After a while people just call him Dino Trainer.

Much like other sexy athletes (or in this case, athlete adjacent) individuals. He's garnered many fans who just like the way his arms make the dino prints ripple.

There are articles dedicated to his career and how he's more than just a cardigan, but the media persists in calling him Dino Trainer.

Hajime doesn't mind, not really.

Some local magazine interviews him when he's back in Miyagi. He explains that what he actually likes is Godzilla and the print kinda looks like Godzilla.

And also, someone special bought it for him.

Or so he says with a faint blush. He doesn't name names but everyone knows who he's talking about. They don't really flaunt it, but they've not exactly been private either. Anyone could guess by the way they're always seen together.

Many posts of that screencap flood social media with captions like:

"I wish someone would think of me like the way Dino Trainer thinks about Ushiwaka"

"The face of True Love."

"I need someone to wrap me in affection like Ushiwaka wraps Dino Trainer in that cardigan."

But of course, like any other article of clothing, eventually it endures too many washes and gets caught one too many times on one sharp corner or another. The threads fray and the vibrant green fades.

Hajime can't really wear it out anymore, but so he keeps it at home. Sometimes he wears it when he and Wakatoshi hang out on the couch.

One day, he comes home after running some errands.

Wakatoshi's nowhere to be seen. The laundry's still hanging on the balcony so he brings that in, folding some and straightening others and when he opens the closet, he sees it: A brand new cardigan, all green and rawr-faced dinos.

There are not enough vowels in the Japanese language, or English for that matter, to describe the sound he makes when he sees it.

I mean I could try...

But we don't need to because when he takes the garment off the hanger, he's stunned to silence by the heavy tag that slips out from the buttoned front.

It's not a brand label or a product care card. It's a little sheet of cardboard with a ring hanging from a string.

"Will you marry me?" Wakatoshi asks, because Hajime can't even read the words with the tears blurring his vision.

Toshi's strong arms wrap around him, and some vague part of Hajime realises that Wakatoshi is also wearing a dino cardigan, but in purple.

"I love you." Hajime blurts out, turning around so he can face his lover.

The cardigan is smooshed between Wakatoshi's broad chest and his trembling hands as they kiss.

And kiss they do, in a liplock so passionate that he can barely get the "yes" out, so he says it over and over till he's breathless from kisses and affirmations.

Hajime doesn't even get a chance to try on his new cardigan, but that's alright because he's busy peeling Wakatoshi's off.

A long time later, they're nestled in bed, naked except for that shiny new engagement ring wrapped around Hajime's finger.

The cardigans are hanging over the headrest. He wants to wear it, but he also doesn't want to get it dirty.

"Where were you just now?" he asks, tracing circles around on his also shiny new fiancé's skin.

"I was hiding."

"In the bathroom?"

"No, Tendou said that's where you'd look first. I was hiding behind the bed."

Iwaizumi leans over Wakatoshi's shoulder. The bed isn't that tall, certainly not enough to hide a massive 6'3" athlete if he only crouched.

He laughs a bit at the thought though, and the conclusion he comes to.

"How long were you lying there?"

"About an hour."

"Did you fall asleep?" Iwaizumi grins teasingly.

"No." replies Wakatoshi without a hint offense, only earnestness, "I was too nervous."

Nervous. Japan's cannon who faced down the gods of volleyball at the net, and met every challenge head-on was nervous when it came to Iwaizumi Hajime.

Hajime wonders if Wakatoshi actually knows how much that confession means to him. More than the ring, more than a hundred dino cardigans in every retail colour.

He climbs back onto Wakatoshi's lap and kisses him again, sweetly this time: a soft press of lips and a tender touch on his sweaty brow.

"I love you, Toshi."

"I love you too, Haji."

The next day, there's a new article trending: Cardigans Flying Off The Shelves, but Dino Trainer Is Off The Market

[joshua-flipping-washington]

A Good Day For Magic

Crowley and Aziraphale sit on a bench overlooking a park filled with dinosaurs, the one's that humans have yet to realize were a complete joke and had never existed in the first place. Just another one of the Almighty's little games. But humans were clever, they'd eventually figure it out. They were constantly learning, building, changing and growing as the years stretched on.

Below them walked Warlock and his mother Harriet, she was pointing out the dinosaurs, and seemed to be talking to him in a sort of excitement of her own about something, and the boy seemed to be only half listening, as if he wasn't too interested in what she was speaking to him about. Perhaps, even rather annoyed, could be used to describe the expression on his face, Aziraphale thought.

Crowley's arms are crossed over his chest, and though he speaks, he doesn't turn his head to look at Aziraphale. " Well, we've done everything we can. All we can do now, is wait for his birthday. The Hell Hound will be key. Shows up at three on Wednesday. "

Aziraphale had been inclined to just nod along as Crowley spoke, in complete agreement with him, " Right. " Until he realized, that he couldn't recall there ever being a mention of there being a Hell Hound. " You've never actually mentioned a Hell Hound before. "

Crowley looked over at Aziraphale out of the corner of his eye, and gave a small nod of his head. He really hadn't been paying much attention when checking in with Hell throughout the last 11 years, and considering that Aziraphale and himself were trying to make sure Warlock was more human than anything, he hadn't thought much about Hell actually sending a Hell Hound, as he had some inkling of hope that they'd succeeded in making Warlock normal. " Oh yeah. Yeah, they're sending him a Hell Hound, to pad by his side and guard him from all harm. "

Aziraphale wasn't surprised that Hell had decided to send a creature such as a Hell Hound, he supposed it made sense that they'd want the Anti-christ to have all the protection he might possibly need. " Oh. "

" Biggest one they've got. " Crowley couldn't begin to imagine how long they'd been crafting the perfect Hell Hound, the demon's might be incompetent for the most part, but they knew how to do evil, even if it didn't seem like it at times.

Aziraphale's brows knit together as he thought, and he fidgeted with his hands, twisting his ring around his finger before opening his mouth to speak. " Well... Won't people remark upon the sudden appearance of a huge black dog? His parents, for start? "

Crowley set his jaw, his lips pulling into a thin line for a moment. " No one will notice anything. It's reality, angel. " The demon straightens up his posture, gaze flicking back down to Warlock. " And young Warlock can do what he likes with that, whether he knows it or not. It's the start of it all. The boys meant to name it. Um... " He pauses for a brief moment, to think up evil sounding names the Anti-christ might give his Hellish companion, should he name it. " Stalks by Night, Throat-Ripper, er, something like that. "

He does a small hand gesture, but does not uncross his arms. " BUT, if you and I have done our jobs properly, then he'll send it away unnamed. "The angel does his best not to let himself feel too anxious, now was certainly NOT the time. " But what if he DOES name it? "

Crowley finally turns his torso and faces Aziraphale, his expression is unreadable for a moment, before Aziraphale registers it as something akin to, perhaps fear? But it was always so hard to tell with the shades. " Then you and I will have lost, he'll have all his powers, and Armageddon will be days away. "

Aziraphale rubs his hands over the tops of his thighs, already able to feel the anxiety bubbling in his chest, there had to be something they could do. Someway to prevent Armageddon from starting in the first place. " There must be some way of stopping it. "

Crowley's brows drew tightly together for a moment, before they shot up as he thought of something, he leaned back against the back of the bench more, lips slightly pursed as he proposed. " If there was no boy... Then the process would stop. "

Aziraphale looked mildly perturbed, before he gestured down to where Warlock was huddled over a sign depicting the description of a dinosaur, an uncapped marker in his hand. " Yes, but there is a boy. He's right there, writing a rude word on a description of a dinosaur. "

Crowley tilted his head slightly, his mind working as he continued to try and get his point across to the angel. " Well, there is a boy NOW. That could change. Something could happen to him. " When the demon noticed that Aziraphale still didn't seem to understand what he was implying, he finally just blunty said. " I'm saying that you could kill him. "

Aziraphale's blue eyes widened at Crowley's suggestion, and he felt rather sick at the thought, and he couldn't tell if it was just because they'd helped raise Warlock, or because he was a still a child, Anti-christ or not. " I've never actually... Killed anything before. I don't think that I could. "

Crowley wasn't happy with it either, he loved the kid, enjoyed the years spent watching him grow up. Made him feel human. But one life, against all the other humans on earth- " Not even to save everything? One life... Against the universe. "

Aziraphale knew that this wasn't going to do, they didn't know if Warlock was even going to name the dog to begin with. It would only make sense if they were to attend his birthday party, and be there when the beast arrives. The gears in his mind immediately started to turn. " Then, this Hell Hound, it'll show up at his birthday party? "

Crowley's brow is arched in questioning for a moment, though when he speaks it's not poised as such. " Yeah. " What was going through Aziraphale's mind now?

Aziraphale is practically wiggling in excitement beside him, as he begins- " Well, then we should be there. Maybe I can stop the dog. In fact, I can entertain. "

Crowley's eyes widened, and he gives a firm shake of his head, his lip pulling back in a grimace. No he wasn't about to suggest- " No no no, please no. NO. "Aziraphale is already excitedly gesturing, gestures he'd use during his magic acts. " I just need to get back into practice. " He flexes his hands, and pulls himself to his feet. He digs into one of his pockets, trying to locate a coin, his smile is bright as he goes about trying to preform the human magic.

Crowley outwardly groans. " Oh no, no, no. Don't do your magic act. Please. Please! " His eyes follow Aziraphale as he continues to attempt to do his trick. " I'm actually begging you here. You have no idea how demeaning that is. Please. " Aziraphale fumbles, and accidentally drops the coin. " In your finger. "

The smile is able to be heard in Aziraphale's voice as he speaks. " No, it was in your ear. "

The demon sets his shoulders, wondering why Aziraphale got so much joy out of human magic. " It was in your pocket. "

Aziraphale tightens the grip on the coin he'd picked up, making a point to show Crowley. " It was close to your ear. "

Crowley gives a slow shake of his head, uncrossing his arms. " Never anywhere near my ear. "

Aziraphale is still smiling, even as he goes to sit back down beside Crowley on the bench. " You're no fun. "

Crowley arches a brow as he stares at Aziraphale. " Fun? "

" Yes. " Responds Aziraphale matter-of-factly.

" It's humiliating. You can do proper magic. You can make things disappear. " Crowley had seen Aziraphale do his fair share of miracles, just to get what he wants. He wasn't sure why he wouldn't let go of the human magic. Especially after the miracle block in 1941, where Crowley had actually had to shoot the gun at Aziraphale with no safety net in place. It still gave him nightmares on occasion, it could have gone pear shaped in an instant.

Finally, Aziraphale adds with a sense of finality. " But it's not as fun. "

Crowley tossed his head back with a groan. " Make you disappear. " He murmured beneath his breath.

Wednesday, 2:30 PM. [ Warlock's 11th birthday party ]

It hadn't been too difficult to pull a few strings and get both of them inside the party, not when the Dowling's already had a whole slew of waiters and other forms of entertainment coming for Warlock's party, intending to make it nothing but perfect for their boy. Even though all he really wanted was to do something with his close friends. So it had been very easy for Aziraphale to just snap his fingers, and suddenly their original entertainment had mysteriously become double booked elsewhere.

Since Aziraphale had decided that he was going to do his magic act, even though Crowley had tried desperately to get him to just disguise as a caterer like he was, or pretend he was one of the party planners who were bound to be flitting about. But it was to no avail, didn't seem to matter how much Crowley begged or groaned, Aziraphale was dead set on preforming his favorite human magic tricks.They has both made it a point to get there early, and of course they'd made sure it wouldn't look suspicious at all. Crowley walked into the back garden with his arms full of Aziraphale's tricks, as well as his trusty old sign that advertised his show.

Mrs.Dowling had stopped him on his way in, looking a bit confused. " Aren't you one of the caterers? Do you know the magician? "Crowley gave a half shrug of his shoulders, trying to keep a grip on all the items he's carrying, he wouldn't hear the end of it from Aziraphale if he broke anything. " Erm, I guess you could say that. He's important to me, is all. And he needed a hand. " Mrs. Dowling let him go after that, immediately going to fuss about some other little detail she wanted to be perfect.

The demon brought the stuff under the large white tent where he'd been instructed, and he plopped it all down onto a table that was conveniently sitting there, but the sign he propped against the table. He knew better than to try and set anything up, Aziraphale was very particular about stuff like that.Crowley was about to go and take up his place when Aziraphale ducked underneath the canopy of the white tent.

He couldn't help but think of how silly he looked in his little get-up, but considering it's age- The outfit still looked just as it had during 1941. And seeing the bright smile on the angel's face, it made Crowley's heart skip a beat.

" Thank you very much, dear boy. You really didn't have to carry it all. " Aziraphale said with a soft smile, giving the demon's chest a gentle pat, before he moved to start getting his area set up and ready for his little show. Oh, he was so very excited to finally have a chance to try out his human magic again! It almost made him forget the reason why they were really here, almost.

Crowley's golden eyes widened behind his glasses, and his posture immediately went rigid as Aziraphale's hand made contact with his chest. How on earth had he been able to do that so casually!? " Er, don't mention it. " He held up his finger. " Seriously, don't. Just knew that it'd take you forever to get it all in here by yourself. Seems it's all about to get started. "

The other wait staff started to make their way out to the back garden, as the sound of children, and parents or guardians alike started to pour out into the garden. It was suddenly VERY loud as the children started laughing and talking, all crowding around Warlock as he walks out of the house.

Crowley's gaze drifted over to Warlock and his group of friends, it was crazy to think that they'd watched him grow up, and now look at him- Dammit, Crowley knew that he was attached, but it was going to make the moment Warlock would either name the Hell Hound or send it away unnamed so much emotional, and high stakes. He wasn't meant to get attached, he was a demon for someone's sake! His eyes flickered back to Aziraphale. " Better go and take my place, you've got this, right? "

Aziraphale had mastered getting his stage all set up, the few times he'd been able to have his own show, and share the wonders of human magic! So, of course he already had it all set up perfectly. He grins brightly at Crowley, and gives him a double thumbs up. " Oh, absolutely perfect, my dear. Go on. "

Crowley walks off to join the other cateres across the way under the canvas tent, wrinkling his nose at the immediate barrage of scents he was hit with. There were far too many cultures mixed in the menu that was prepared, and many of them did not work together. But the Americans always had been a bit weird about that.

It didn't take long for the party to get started, Crowley tried not to move around too much, focusing instead on keeping the food under the tent organized and handing the other caterers what they needed when they ran out. His eyes would keep flicking to the watch on his wrist, watching as the time ticked by, slowly counting down towards 3' o clock.

Aziraphale had been practically buzzing with excitement, barely able to contain how thrilled he was to finally be able to preform again. But imagine his disappointment when eleven year old children were not at all excited about magic like he'd have hoped. Especially when they started heckling him, and tittering amongst themselves as well as out loud.

Aziraphale did not let his smile falter, as he held up his wand and got his top hat set up just so on the collapsible table, a magician never revealed his secrets after all. And he had already accidentally fumbled a whole deck of cards out into the crowd of children. " And with a wave of my wand, look whose come to greet us! " He reaches his hands down inside the top hat, and carefully pulls out a white rabbit. " Why it's our old furry friend, Harry the rabbit! "

One of Warlock's friends looks over at him, as the rest collectively groan at the rabbit in a hat trick. " I thought that you said you were supposed to have a celebrity musician. " Warlock looked away from the musician holding the rabbit, and towards the girl. " Well, he said that he was. I heard my mom talking to him on the phone. " The little girl shook her head, meaning that she didn't think he was a celebrity musician. " I had Penn and Teller at my party, and I had a silent disco. And I got a- "

Warlock scrunched up his face, looking bored at the prospect of the magic tricks. Then he glanced back towards Aziraphale. " You're rubbish, the rabbit was inside of the table. I wanted to play laser tag. "

Another boy piped up after Warlock, agreeing with him. " He's right you know, you actually are rubbish. And probably a fag, you look the type, my dad would agree. "

Crowley's eyes flickered up from the watch he'd been staring down at, and his gaze zeroed in on the child who'd just called Aziraphale a not so kind word. Warlock had gotten that started, was it hopeless for the boy after all? No matter, Crowley might be a demon, but he wouldn't stand for letting some child call his only friend a nasty slur. Had they not raised Warlock right after all? He was laughing with his friends, could that all be the human peer-pressure, or was he really a lost cause?

Aziraphale was carefully holding onto Harry, his gaze flicking back and forth over the crowd of children. Oh, this was supposed to be just like riding a velocipede! It wasn't possible to forget, why did he always have an issue starting out? He loved slight of hand magic! But instead he was just getting heckled by a bunch of eleven year olds. What happened to the days where anyone would marvel at the joys of magic?

Crowley snapped his fingers and the child who had insulted Aziraphale suddenly found themselves with a nasty case of the hiccups, and all the critters in the garden he'd find as he goes to leave, had suddenly taken a liking to him. It was a harmless little prank, and about all he could manage to do without drawing too much attention. The child looks confused, as he can't stop hiccuping, but he still talks with Warlock and the others.

The demon's golden eyes drifted back down to his watch, just in time to see it flip to 2:59, any moment now the Hell Hound would be upon them, and the fate of all life on Earth as they knew it could be at stake. He begins to count down the seconds, shouts suddenly erupting around him as Harriet Dowling announces that they can eat the cake.

The watch ticks to 3:00, and Crowley doesn't feel anything different. But he can hear the chunks of frosting coated cake whizzing right past him, as the children decide it's the perfect time to start a food fight. The demon, miraculously manages to keep his white clothes stain free, but the angel on the other hand, got whacked right in the face, nearly dropping Harry. His suit was coated in frosting and cake crumbs.

Aziraphale immediately grabbed up what he could after locking eyes with Crowley, and they both make their way out of the back garden and to the Bentley. He shoves his stuff into the backseat of the vehicle, carefully closing the door back. " It was all a bit of a disaster, I'm afraid. " Crowley gave a shake of his head, though he might not be the BIGGEST fan of Aziraphale's magic, he knew it made the other happy. " Nonsense, you gave them all a party to remember. Last one any of them will ever have, mind. "

Aziraphale's brows furrowed as he frowns, reaching up into his coat to pull out the dove he'd accidentally killed. He gives it a gentle tap on the chest as he speaks to Crowley. " It's late. "Crowley opened the driver side door to the Bentley, and went to slide in. " Comes of putting it up your sleeve. "

Aziraphale smiled as the dove came back to life, and he carefully gave it a gentle toss. " No, the Hell Hound. It's late. "

Suddenly the speakers in the Bentley crackle. ' Isle of Skye, and your time starts- ' " Hello, Crowley. " Cuts a voice through the stereo.

" Uh, hi. Who's this? " Crowley asked as he settled down into the seat, eyes glued to the stereo. Where was that Hell Hound?

" Dagon, Lord of the Files. Master of Torments. "

The voice almost sounded a bit annoyed, as they knew Crowley had met them before.

Crowley glanced around the area surrounding them, unable to spot or even sense the demonic presence of a Hell Hound. " Yeah, just checking in about the Hell Hound. "

Dagon's voice came through sounding concerned and confused, as Crowley always tried to make it seem like he had a handle perfectly on everything. " He should be with you now. Why, has something gone wrong, Crowley? "

Crowley's eyes widened at the suspicion in Dagon's voice, and he was quick to collect himself. " Wrong? No, no. Nothings wrong. What could be wrong? " The demon gives a purposeful pause before continuing. " Oh, no, I see him now, yes! What a lovely, big helly Hell Hound. Yes, OK, great talking to you. "

The radio cuts off and as Crowley sinks further in his seat, Aziraphale and himself lock eyes. " No dog. "

" No dog. " Was echoed back.

" Wrong boy. " Oh, how could they have had the wrong boy this entire time?

" Wrong boy. "

[dogin8]

I love being complicated and I love thinking and I love that sometimes I hate thinking, I love people and I love music and I love that sometimes I can't stand to be around people and can't stand to hear music, I love talking and being silent and I love deeper meanings and I love things that are surface level, I love that I am so many people in the minds of others even if I often feel like none of those people, I love that each new person I meet is a chance to find some version of myself that is more me, I love telling some people I only use he/him and some people that I use any, I love telling people about the things that I love and I love hearing people talk about the things that they love, I love that people are generally just good and I love saying things that they are, even if it's not Objectively proveably true, because it becomes truer the more I say it, I love loving myself even if it's not always reciprocated, I love having a physical form that takes up space, I love that I don't exist in a vacuum and I love that I am constantly performing and I love that I'm not always proud of the performance and I love that I don't really get embarassed and I love the me that used to and the me that he was embarassed of, I love that time changes things and I love that I often wish it didn't

I love how much I love and I love that every time I get worse at it, I always get better again eventually. I love that I don't love everything, I love knowing that not everything happens for a reason, that there are bad things I didn't have to go through and that there are parts of me I still want to change and I love that I can love myself while accepting that, and I love that accepting that is part of the love.

I love the world and I love the universe and I love the stars because they're all RIGHT THERE. I love clouds and I love seas and I love that out of every combination of colours we could have ended up with in the human visual spectrum we got these ones and I love imaging what shrimps see even though I will never be able to know. I love animals, I love cats and dogs and rats and I love dinosaurs even though I never got the chance to see them and I love bugs and I love that some people find them super creepy and I love being able to pick them up and carry them outside and I love that I'm tall and I love wanting to be small and I love that I love myself and I love that I still want others to love me and I love that I couldn't have achieved anything without the people around me and I love that that doesn't take anything away from my achievements because I was never alone, I was never expected to be.

I love that there are people I will never meet and I love wishing I could meet them, I love that I can always find something to relate to in somebody elses experiences and I love that I'm the only me in the entire world. I love that I am only the sum of everything that has happened to me, and I love that sometimes I accept everything that has happened to me because it led me right here, and I love that sometimes I don't.

I love a lot, and I love that I do, and I love talking about it, I love love, and I love how much I want to just start naming people and describing them and I love keeping some things to myself.

I really love love. And I love not loving everything.

[feralandmoonstruck]

I had a nap earlier and now I need y'all to know that I lucid dream

I have recurring dreams and nightmares and am still able to describe in almost perfect detail the very first nightmare I had as a small child of at least 4 but possibly older.

The dreams are all so packed with vivid details that I can barely put them into words. What I do manage to translate are mere shadows of the dreams themselves.

Once I recognize the dream, I know exactly where to go (or how I'm going to be lost) I know exactly where I should go to get certain outcomes. I'm able to pull details from other, older dreams of a similar situation into my current dream. I can manipulate what's happening, to a certain extent. Pulling in details is probably the biggest, but I can also have someone in the dream with me and go, for example, "Oh hey, if we go this way there's a small indoor water park. If we go that way there's a skating rink and an arcade. That way takes us to a structure of a dinosaur that you have to crawl through and it has little signs with fun facts on them."

It's not always exact, and I can’t always do it, but it does happen sometimes. I also have sort of memories? of previous incarnations of the dream I'm having in that moment. A sense of "Oh right, there's the store with the boots I always want, but can never seem to get."; "this is the market with the really cute shop that disappears once I leave it."; "over here are the shelves and piles of books I can run my fingers over but never get to keep." Things like that.

Though some dreams I recognize I have no control over. A common one is being lost in a school and never being able to find my math class more than once, no matter how many times I retrace my steps, no matter how many teachers I ask, nothing gets me any closer and I know that once I miss a few classes they're going to fail me.

It's honestly just so...exciting and melancholic and frustrating and sometimes scary. Sometimes I hold all the cards and other times I'm powerless. I wish I had some way to put them into words. The colors, the feelings, the things I remember. It's such a neat, odd experience that I wish I could share with someone.

[akakeiiji]

HI!~ SAGE!~ Can I have a scenario with Ushijima, Bokuto and Tsukishima? Their S/O is usually really shy so they have a hard time expressing their feelings? And one day they fall alseep on top of them? In the morning they confess its because the boys make them feel safe and they're comfortable around them? - 🌼

— Haikyuu boys' reaction to their S/O falling asleep on top of them

↳ a/n — I think I would probably be able to die happy if I were in this situation 🥺🥺 ALSO FALLING ASLEEP ON BOKUTO SEEMS LIKE HEAVEN, HE WOULD BE SO WARM AND WEFBERGHRBEGE I CANNOT

↳ includes — Ushijima Wakatoshi, Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukushima Kei

— Ushijima Wakatoshi

Ushijima knew you were asleep the moment you dozed off because he wasn't paying attention to the movie playing on the television at all. Why would he when you were a much more interesting sight to behold than the random rom-com you two were watching?

You seemed so invested in the story, gasping and giggling at certain parts, and your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at your little reactions. Over time, he noticed you slowly leaning more into him as you struggled to keep your eyes open. He didn't say anything though and simply watched you droop your head down on his chest, now fast asleep.

To say that he turned into a statue would be the best way to describe his reaction. He remained still, choosing not to move so much as an inch as you curled into him. He didn't budge, not even when his leg started to go numb from the uncomfortable position he was in, or when he suddenly had the urge to pee. However, he wasn't bothered by this, he was purely content in that position, smiling down at you as he gently caressed the top of your head.

When you began to stir after about half an hour—much to his disappointment—the way you blinked up at him groggily was enough to fill his weekly supply of serotonin.

"Sorry, Toshi. I didn't mean to fall asleep," You said through a yawn, stretching your arms up lazily. You turned to him and went back to your earlier position, nuzzling into his chest, "I just feel so safe with you, I guess I can't help it."

The corner of Ushijima's lips twitched upwards as he placed a loving kiss on the top of your head, "You don't have to apologize, (Y/N). I'm glad to know you feel that way."

— Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto's laughs and little gasps filled the room as his round, golden eyes remained transfixed on the action movie playing on the screen. It was another blockbuster that just came out and your boyfriend was so excited to see it but as much as you wanted to stay up and watch with him, your exhaustion got the better of you and you found yourself dozing off on his chest.

Others would have jolted awake the moment Bokuto would let out a hearty laugh or yell in shock at a certain scene but you on the other hand were a special case, more than used to his boisterous self. So much so that you could sleep in peace through it, over time you supposed that it's become comforting and not bothersome at all.

A particularly cool fight scene had just ended, one that had Bokuto practically shaking in his seat, "Hey, hey, (Y/N), wasn't that guy so cool the way he—(Y/N)? Are you sleeping?" He went from half-yelling to whispering in a split second, tilting his head forward to get a better look at your face, confirming that you were in fact fast asleep.

His heart swelled at the sight of you, you just looked so adorable like this. He felt even giddier upon thinking of how difficult you found it sometimes to express yourself and be vulnerable like this and that you were comfortable enough to fall asleep with him by your side.

"Okay, goodnight, babe." He said in a whisper, pressing a kiss on your forehead and turning back to the movie, a small smile on his face as he lowered the volume down for you, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder.

— Tsukishima Kei

You loved your boyfriend, you really did, but what you didn't love was how he always insists on watching dinosaur documentaries every time you two stay in to watch movies. But how could you say no to him when he gets so excited when watching them? Always pointing certain things out to you and explaining why he thought they were so special with a childlike glint in his eyes.

So you endured and always agree to watch them with him, they weren't that bad, some were actually pretty interesting but tonight the low, calming voice of the narrator was doing nothing but lull you to sleep against your will. As the dinosaur, whatever its name was, caught its prey, your head fell down against Tsukishima's shoulder, your eyelids fluttering shut.

Of course, the blonde didn't notice, only silently shifting in his seat to accommodate your head on his shoulder and make you both comfortable but his eyes never left the television screen.

Minutes went by, and when a particularly ugly-looking creature was introduced by the narrator, Tsukishima chuckled and pointed at it, "Hey, it looks like you."

He awaited your response, a witty quip or a light smack to his chest but nothing came. He looked down, an eyebrow raised to find you fast asleep, clutching tightly onto his arm. He froze, stiffening in his seat as you shuffled closer to him, nuzzling yourself on him as you shifted into a more comfortable position.

He scoffed, trying to feign indifference as if you were watching and could bear witness to the slight tinge of pink rising on his cheeks. He tried to keep focusing on the documentary but his eyes kept darting back to your slumbering figure, a small uncharacteristic smile now on his face. He reached over to the seat next to him and grabbed the throw blanket on it, draping it over you.

"Idiot." He said as he tucked you in, shaking his head at you.

[god1ngs]

━‎ tape recorder; 00

synopsis; wilbur turns on the camera and, while his family is out, decides to begin the story

contains; awkward wilbur, one(1) mention of sexual assault (hand on readers ass), swearing, unedited

word count; 1k

note; so glad to start this !! :)) hope you enjoy <3

m.list : next part

   scraping against the wooden floor was the first thing to hear along with incoherent muttering. the camera shifted, and then shifted again, to reveal wilbur soot. he sat on a red cover, the brunette clearing his throat as he took his hands away from the camera.

   "uh, so," he started. "i'm wilbur. wilbur soot. and this is the start of the recordings of me trying to date my best friend, who i've known practically since birth. they're ... god, how do i even explain someone so perfect?" he paused, a smile spreading across his face, before he realized how lovesick he sounded.

   he ran a hand over his face, groaning. "i am down so bad." he paused, sighing before he gave the camera a small chuckle. "but maybe because it's them, it's okay. but anyways, back to them. [name] is ... wonderful. they're just ... i don't even know how to describe it without sounding like an idiot in love."

   his knee bounced rapidly as he looked for the right words, chuckling once more. "i sound so awkward and weird, but i swear, if you met them, it'd be like meeting an angel. and i usually mess with them, just because their reactions are cute, but i'll tell them one day how much they mean to me. one day."

   wilbur clapped and, with a grin, looked straight at the camera. "but that's why you're here! because maybe this will help me work up the courage to ask them out, like a diary or something. techno has a diary, but it's pretty lame. but - but anyways! if i'm gonna talk to you like this, then you should know the whole story."

   he leaned back on his hands, staring up at the ceiling before looking back at the camera. "so, i met them when i was little. i don't remember meeting them, since i was like two, but dad says we got along really well. like, we were attached to the hip by three. i think dad and their dad are still friends ... but besides that, yeah. that's how we met.

   "it's not the most grand story, but it's us. and i like us," he grinned. "but i think i started like them, as far back as i can remember, when i was six or seven. we were having a playdate, over at my house or theirs i can't rmemeber, but we were playing with something; dolls or dinosaurs, i can't remember.

   "and then we - we were just playing, when they picked up a flower. or it was a weed, now that i look back on it, but it's the thought that counts. but they handed me the flower, weed or whatever, and asked if we could get married when we got older. and, of course, i took the flower and said yes. it's no wonder why i remember that day so clearly."

   wilbur sat in thought for a moment, sighing as he stared up at the ceiling. he shifted to lay back on his elbows, humming. "one of the most memorable moments was last year, back in our junior year. we were fighting about something, i'll always remember how upset they looked when i was being a dick, but i can't remember what.

   "and at this party, we had both went but had stayed away from each other, this guy was being a douchebag to [name]. like, wouldn't leave them alone and kept making sexual comments. and, when i had heard about it, i was pissed. like, man, i was seeing red. i just got so mad, and when i saw the guy with his hand on [name]'s ass, i got even more pissed.

   "like, i ran up to them and just punched the guy square in his jaw. i think i broke it. no one ever went to the cops, probably out of fear, but it was really fortunate for me. [name] had brought me outside and was scolding me for punching that asshole while i was just trying to calm down. and then they just ... hugged me."

   wilbur ran a hand through his hair, getting somewhat agitated just thinking about that night again. "sorry, that guy really pissed me off. but they just hugged me, and i think we hugged for maybe like ten minutes. i wasn't mad anymore when we let go, and they weren't mad at me either. it was one of those nights where i was so lucky to have them."

   he smiled, clapping his hands once more. "and everyday they prove that i'm so lucky to have them. and i love them more and more everyday. i just hope they share the same feelings for me." he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "or else this will just be something tommy and techno will use to tease me when he's older."

   he shook his head at his siblings, a small smile on his face. wilbur smiled, and with another sigh, he ran his hands through his hair. "maybe i'm being crazy, but this could be something to show [name] when we're older. whether we're dating or not."

   silence filled the room, the camera going in and out of focus for a moment. wilbur stared at something that laid at the back of his bed, a canvas. it was a drawing of two stick figures, one with messy brown hair and the other with [color] hair. the one with [color] hair held a flower, smiling as it handed it to the messy haired one.

   "[name] drew that when we were kids," he commented, a fond smile stretching across his face as he admired the drawing. "it sounds weird, but i've kept it ever since she gave it to me. maybe since we were eight or nine. weird how two stick figures can hold so much meaning to me."

   wilbur looked back towards the camera and, with a lazy smile, spoke. "well, that's it. the beginning of how i'm going to get [name] to be my partner, despite how cheesy it sounds. i have to end this now or else tommy will come in and ask what i'm doing. bloody kid."

   the brunette got up from his bed, waving at the camera as he stopped the recording and turned it off. he tucked it into his desk, sighing. "let's see how this will work out," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. the front door opened and wilbur chuckled.

   "just on time."

TAGLIST: (open)

@bokunovas ; @alyssathesoftie ; @bi-narystars

[minusgangtime]

(Just a reminder that this AU is canon divergent and heavily headcanon based, so don't expect too many things to be canon! ^^)

The Main Five:

"Look at that! You're now your true self!~"

Name: Beta Boyfriend ("Beta")

Age: 22 (19 at the start of this blog)

Birthday: October 5th

Gender/Pronouns: Transgender Male (He/Him, They/Them)

Height: 5'4

Sexuality: Bisexual, Polyamorous

Bio: The leader of the Boyfriend trio. Beta is described as happy-go-lucky and optimistic by just looking at him. Although, he can also be pretty reckless, sassy and a bit of a show-off at times and isn't really the best at solving some solutions. But he isn't afraid for a friendly rap battle!

"Talks like this"

"So what if I act like a kid? I can do what I want!"

Name: Blue Boyfriend ("Blue")

Age: 22 (19 at the start of this blog)

Birthday: December 17th

Gender/Pronouns: Bigender (Male and Non-binary) (He/Him, They/Them, Fae/Faer)

Height: 5'2

Sexuality: Bisexual, Polyamorous

Bio: The most precious bean you have ever seen from the Boyfriend trio! Blue is the friendliest and joyful one out of the three and loves to see smiles all around! He isn't really that bright out of the other two Boyfriends, but if you're up for a rap battle... He's always ready! But easy with him! This little guy can be pretty sensitive when things go a little too far.

"Talks like this"

"Ayo, what's up! Wanna drop in some beats?"

Name: Mean Boyfriend ("MB")

Age: 22 (19 at the start of this blog)

Birthday: November 1st

Gender/Pronouns: Boyflux (He/Him, They/Them, Ey/Em)

Height: 5'3

Sexuality: Asexual Biromantic, Polyamorous

Bio: MB could be described as the toughie of the Boyfriend trio. But despite having the word "mean" in his name, he's not actually that mean. In fact, he's actually pretty chill with everyone around! Although, he can have a bit of a temper, so watch out! Also, there is probably more to him than just being a tough guy!

"Talks like this"

"Left! Up! Down! Right! That's how you do it!~"

Name: Minus Girlfriend ("Girlfriend"/"GF"/"Gigi"/"Gee")

Age: 22 (19 at the start of this blog)

Birthday: November 24th

Gender/Pronouns: Genderfluid (She/Her, They/Them, He/Him)

Height: 6' (6'4 in heels)

Sexuality: Pansexual, Polyamorous

Bio: Half human, half demon! But Girlfriend is actually really sweet and kind for a demon! She really has a big heart for a lot of things and loves meeting new friends. She isn't really that bright either, but she tries to find a solution for some problems. Not to mention that she's tall! Like... really tall.

"Talks like this"

"Hey! Got something on your mind?"

Name: Minus Pico ("Pico"/"Dino Pico")

Age: 22 (20 at the start of this blog)

Birthday: May 1st

Gender/Pronouns: Demimale (He/Him, They/Them)

Height: 5'5 (394 in Godzilla size)

Sexuality: Gay, Polyamorous

Bio: This little dino may look small, but he has the power of growing up to the size of Godzilla! Pico is the oldest of the Minus gang and loves to keep a confident and friendly attitude towards others. But he can be quite feral and aggressive if you provoke him. Well, he is a dinosaur. Sharp claws and teeth and all.

"Talks like this"

The Spooky Kids:

"Look! They're having fun!~"

"Keep looking at the stars!~"

Name: Minus Skid and Pump ("Skid and Pump")

Age: 11 (both) (both 8 at the start of this blog)

Birthday: October 30th

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male (both) (He/Him (both))

Height: 5'8 (Skid), 3'9 (Pump)

Sexuality: Asexual Aromantic (both)

Bio: The youngest and only kids of the Minus gang. Skid and Pump are absolutely inseparable and never leave each other's sides! These two just want to run around, have fun and, y'know, just be kids. Oh, they love anything spooky! And Spooky Month!

"Talks like this" (Skid)

"And this" (Pump)

The Mysterious One:

"Show me whit ye got!"

Name: Golden Boyfriend ("Golden"/"Gold"/"Goldie")

Age: 21

Birthday: December 3rd

Gender/Pronouns: Genderqueer (He/Him, It/Its, Ve/Vem)

Height: 5'3

Sexuality: Pansexual

Bio: No one knows too much about Golden, not even the Minus Gang themselves. He lives in the ocean for most of his life, so he doesn't get out much. Well... At least he used to, because it's time for him to finally get some air, along with a pair of feet! He still loves water, though.

"Talks like this"

Siblings In The Back:

"Oh, c'mon! I can take ya!"

Name: Minus Chris ("Christopher"/"Chris")

Age: 20

Birthday: February 5th

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Male (He/Him)

Height: 5'9

Sexuality: Asexual Hetromantic

Bio: Girlfriend's young brother and a self-proclaimed rapper! He tries his best to show off his courage, loyalty and toughness if you're up for a rap battle against him! And he's half demon, just like his older sister! Looks like it runs in the family!

"Talks like this"

"I'm ready whenever you are!~"

Name: Minus Kaity ("Sapphire"/"Saph"/"Kaity")

Age: 20

Birthday: February 18th

Gender/Pronouns: Demifemale (She/Her, They/Them)

Height: 5'

Sexuality: Pansexual

Bio: One of Blue's younger siblings and if you see her, you'll definitely say that she's definitely his sister, because she is just like him. Precious, not exactly bright, but she's ready to jam or sing whenever you're up for it! Wonder why her brother has a halo and wings and she doesn't...

"Talks like this"

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Hi!! Its heathen!! I am in the middle of my science class but I would like your advice on dragons!!

Ok so I'm trying to build my own world and its going slow but it's fun coming up with the designs, but I've gotten stuck on what I'm deeming 'foredt dragons' for now. Basically I'm going for a bird like vibe, but what I've got just looks like a giant bird. So as the residential dragon expert, I'm just wondering how you would deal with it? So far the other two that I've got, (Desert and water- ones basically a snake with legs and spikes and the other is a water snake with fins and bioluminesence) are pretty much just snakes, just for context

Heathen! Hello! words cannot describe how sorry I am that I have taken so long to answer this ask...it has probably been like six months at this point. I have no excuse.

That being said!! You are undoubtedly long done with that science class, but I am always happy to talk about dragons! They're just so *clenches fist* I like them a Normal Amount. Building worlds can be...very difficult, so I hope you've figured out some of the things!!

As for forest dragons, i would love to give my resident dragon expert ideas on it! Mainly, I think what you could do is decide whether or not you want to focus more on the bird part or more on the dragon part. You say that it mostly looks like a giant bird so far, but maybe you could choose a specific kind of bird for it too look more like and pick some dragon features to carry over.

You could take inspiration from the dragon bird, (resource linked). Or you could look at dinosaur species that are akin to birds and alter their anatomy from there to be more dragon-like (here's a link, and here's another one). These links are things I've just arbitrarily found off the internet that could help, but please feel free to ignore those resources for your world. These would be more helpful is you're wanting to focus more on the bird aspect of it being a dragon bird, as it would having it looking more birdlike, however you did say that the others are more like snakes and you might want to avoid it being a giant bird, so in that case you could focus more on it being a dragon with bird-like aspects instead of the other way around.

In that case, it might be helpful to choose what kind of dragon you would want as your base. Maybe a wyvern would be good because like birds, they don't have arms. From there you could make different subspecies of forest dragons based on what kind of bird they're like, which could affect coloring and their most prominent traits. Each could be kinda unique!

I'm thinking you could coat the wings in small feathers, though maybe some would have more plumage than others. You could even give some dragons two sets of wings--one feathered, one leathery--if that's something that would work in your world.

I'm thinking something like this maybe?

[ID: Three sketches of the dragon birds described, all inspired by wyvern anatomy and all with various beaks and bird feet. One is large and colored in blue and yellow with a combination of leathery and feathered wings and has tail feathers. Another has completely feathered wings but a more dragon inspired tail; it also has horns and feathers in place of spikes along its back. The third has completely leathery wings, but is covered entirely in feathers complete with tail feathers. There's text towards the top that reads "birb dragons!" /End ID.]

here are the three photos I used as reference: dragon one, dragon two, dragon three (I just found them all on google)

Please excuse how sketchy these are, but that's kinda what I'm thinking if you want the dragons to be bird-like without looking entirely like birds. There are some bird traits like feathers and the beaks and the feet, but everything else is more dragon-like.

I hope this is helpful! I don't really know what you're going for so you can just use this as inspiration, you don't need to work these in. But it's how I, as the resident dragon expert, would approach the combination of the two of them! I think combining birds and dragons is super cool idea, so I hope you figure out something that works for you!

Again, super sorry about how long this has been in my drafts, but better late than never I guess?

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Travelling isn’t always easy, but it is always worth it 😊 Here are some of the best museums you can find in Manila. ☀️ (This blog is based on the reflection essay Brianne Gonzales did)

Our first destination is Fort Santiago. It's located in Sta. Clara St, Manila, Intramuros, 1002 Manila Metro. Often they are open from Tuesday to Sunday from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. They're available for 4 hours (1 to 5 pm) on Monday, though. As we arrived at Fort Santiago, there was an entrance fee cost 75 pesos, but also there was a discount for students and seniors cost 50 pesos. Fort Santiago is really big. There are jails, partially demolished homes, and the secret dungeons where I grew up to know the inmates had suffered of starvation and dehydration. You could see, however, that there are some museums inside as well. One of them is Jose Rizal's Museum. There are some things about Jose Rizal's career in this museum. There's also a Jose Rizal statue and a gallery that displays a little bit of what he's been doing when he's been imprisoned for years in a small room all by himself. He was also put in court and tried to protect his freedom, but he was still killed in the end. The art, performance, environment and usefulness are pretty good. For more information or any questions, you can call them by this number: 63 2 527 1572

The National Anthropology Museum. It's located in Manila as well. In fact near Intramuros (Father Burgos Ave, Ermita, Manila, 1000 Metro Manila). They are open from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. from Tuesday to Sunday. I would tell it's quite a small museum and a maze for me. I'd probably be lost inside. It was pretty strange outside. It's pure white and high. The interior, too, was the same, but it wasn't too vivid. The lights are low and the museum is free of charge. Inside, they have had such strict policies. You might probably see some different silks or clothes used during the 90s and below when you visit there Although, they aren’t just only silks and clothes. There are also some pottery artifacts inside with different designs and shapes that people had discovered. And some instruments of the filipino culture and rugs with lots of styles or designs. In short, the museum is about the Historical Culture of the Philippines. How we grew up to what we have right now. The medallion of our own languages and such. And then the agriculture of the Philippines. Even if it was quite a maze, I would still rate it at 8 out of 10 because it has convinced me that the Cultures and Artifacts was quite fascinating and convincing. In short, the museum is about the Historical Culture of the Philippines. How we grew up to what we have right now. The medallion of our own languages and such. And then the agriculture of the Philippines. Even if it was quite a maze, I would still rate it at 8 out of 10 because it has convinced me that the Cultures and Artifacts was quite fascinating and convincing. For more information or any questions, you can call them by this number: (02) 8528 4912 The National Natural History Museum is about the earth's natural sciences or existence as a whole. Located across the National Museum of Anthropology on Padre Burgos Ave, Ermita, Manila, 1000 Metro Manila. It has the same interior design in architecture, but when you reach the museum, you can see the bright lights and how big it is compared to anthropology. Looking up, it's too high, And lined with windows and walls. Inside there are benches and another model of architecture with a dinosaur object head shown in the centre. Nonetheless, within the skeleton bones of some animals you could also see an animal show, some flower drawings, some preserved insects, volcanoes, and so on. Biology and seismology was merged in this museum. What awed me is the preserved very large crocodiles that had claimed to be caught before in a swamp. This museum is also free and also had the same operating time as the National Museum of Anthropology. It is really great to go back in the past especially when we can go through the memories of other people.For more information or any questions, you can call them by this number: (02) 527-7889 The National museum of fine arts has the same hours of operation. This museum exhibits the various works of the well-known Filipino painters and some statues or sculptures in relation to the two museums. The paintings are created of dark people, nature, recognized Filipinos, and some abstract paintings. This place is really great. You will really appreciate every single inch you will see in this museum. The place is way bigger compared to the Museum of Anthropolog. It was too easy to memorize the directions of the rooms and the way to the top. The lights are dim but it was because if it was too bright enough, the quality of the paintings would be somewhat destroyed. Or also known as too much heat will melt the colors of the canvas. For more information or any questions, you can call them by this number: (02) 8527 1215

Bahay Tsinoy is a museum located inside Intramuros, Manila. Housed in Kaisa-Angelo King Heritage Center building, the museum documents the lives and contributions of the Chinese in the Philippines. Open from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m. (Tuesday to Sunday). Entrance fee is P100 for adults, P60 for students. The whole builduing is fully airconditioned. It shows the relation of Chinese and Filipino during the early times from their first visit up to World War II. If you go inside the museum, it was quite dark. It showcases the life of the Chinese in the Philippines. There are some photographs, artifacts, and such that describes the life of the Chinese people inside. The exhibits also explains the conflicts between the Filipinos and Chinese. For more information or any questions, you can call them by this number: (02) 8527 6083

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