Frozen Sweets

peregrinerocks:

ectopicfantast:

Sakura frowns, and scratches her head at that. “Huh. Drawing things to life, huh? Either a summon or … sheer, blind luck…”

She sets the mug down, and stands upright, arms crossed in thought. “Hrm. Well, this is a situation. It doesn’t sound like he’s done anything yet — I only heard stories about the guy. Him summoning objects or morphing couches is … Not what I remember.”

She looks up. “Would it be possible for me to meet this dude?”

"I dunno. Maybe? I don’t know how that works or if she can just bring ‘im about or if he comes out on his own." Honey is  confused and worried. Sakura’s sudden rise to her feet doesn’t help.

"No ‘arm in asking Sparrow if she can bring him out for you… she’s with a sitter at the moment." She hums softly, polishing off her chai, and sighs. All roads currently lead back to her daughter… maybe the sitter would cut their fee at early pickup.

"Sakura, if you know what i- he is… can you tell me please?"

"I see…" Sakura gives a slow, thoughtful nod. "I think that would be good. I could swing by later, and see what we can find out. I’d like at least a day to prepare though, just in case of a worst-case scenario. Better safe than—" She hesitates on the instinct to place a badly timed joke, "— uh, sorry."

She leans back against the crate, and picks up her mug again for something for her hands to do. She chews on it’s rim in thought, the mug’s lingering heat warming her fingers. She lowers the item enough to speak. “… Stories.”

"One thing I’ve noticed, in all my travels and adventures, is that stories always end up being real somehow. But they might be different, or shaped a different way from world to world. History is written by the winners and all."

Her nails tap against the mug. “… Pyramid-head. I heard of him.”

"Only snippets and rumours. A guy fell into some kind of Hell, his own personal Hell, and Pyramid head was there. Or … manifestations of it. A big lumbering monster with a massive knife, he was a huge source of fear and … well…" She shifts her jaw.

"… basically, acting completely unlike what I’m hearing from you. Either the stories are wrong, or we’re dealing with an abnormality here. It’s too soon to say."

"Y’did a good thing in bringing this up with me."

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foxinu:

nsfwjynx:

the-pink-mist:

There was a split second there where his like, “wait, what? bro what are you doing?” 

On more serious note, PTSD dogs for veterans are so fucking therapeutic. They’re like the one person you can spill your guts to and never worry about ever being judged or have that secret divulged. There are times when I definitely prefer the company of a dog over a human. 

Therapy animals save lives.

These dogs are even still so much more amazing. They check rooms before their handler enters, so they can clear it to help the person feel safe. Like in the gif, they are there when panic attacks or nightmares occur, to be something for the person to help ground themselves on, or yes just to turn on the lights. Even more amazing, many people are able to reduce their medication when they have a PTSD service dog there to help them. These dogs are useful for not just veterans, but also victims of abuse, accident trauma, natural disasters, and others. Their training allows them to be useful in situations where medical assistance is needed, as well. Some PTSD dogs are trained to recognize repetitive behaviours in handlers, and signal the handler to break the repetition and stopping the behaviour and possibly injury. 

Service dogs in general are just awesome. Remember to respect any that you see out in public. They are not there for you to walk up to and play with, even the puppies!

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Empty Pockets ((muse(s) of your choice!))
asked by silvertonguedgod

Sakura reaches in, and pulls out a small piece of wrapped up chalk. She grins. “Useful little thing, and horribly overlooked.”

"Maybe less useful now in the days and times of cellphones or whatever, but still. You never know."

—-

Mius reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out a single small, red rubber ball. He blinks, and seems about as surprised as whoever else witnesses this. “Hm!”

He bounces it in his hand, and the motion is familiar and well-practiced. He bounces it once against the floor before he catches it again. “Well, perhaps I need the occasional item to keep myself entertained. Perhaps that would be why?”

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[source]

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Send me, “Empty Pockets,” For something my muse caries at all times.

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ectopicfantast:

[[just a (probably-not-canon?) sketch inspired from the video http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Su3ovMsFXMg ]]

[[Reblogged, for presently relevant to the drabbles Once Upon a Time by galacticmotive of thatfreakingfennec's Tai's birth.]]

[[Elder Gods, everyone.]]

[[Totally canon now.]]

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Once Upon A Time,

galacticmotive:

galacticmotive:

        There were Two Gods.

                One was very old, and tired. He stood a long, lonely vigil for the world, watching and weighing it, and seeing to its wounds, and as Time crept slowly forward, the Old One slowly forgot what it was to Feel, though he remembered everything else.

                 One was very young, and energetic. He remembered nothing of everything, and everything was always new to him. He had forgotten a great number of very important things, and he could Feel everything, and he loved it very much, so much it sometimes it drove him mad.

                These Gods brought to one another Harmony. The Elder gave The Younger the ability to think, and remember (but never too much.) The Younger gave The Elder the ability to forget, and to Feel (but never too much.) Together They had a life and a family. It was broken, loud, and wanting, like everything in this world is. It was not Good, but it pleased Them.

                But this Life, and this Family was not made of Them. And so the Gods gave of themselves, and they put themselves into an old tome, and they made a wish upon it, for something that had memory (but not too much,) and feeling (but not too much,) to be brought into Their lives to be shared with Their Life and Family, of the both of Them.

     They set this book on the shelf, and waited....

                Once upon a time, Two Gods poured themselves into a book, and wished for a child. One was very old and tired. He thought too much, and shut out the world for fear of growing attached. One was very young and naive, he remembered little, and let everything in, loving the pain of experience. Together They were whole.

                The book sat for a long time in the Gods’ home, drinking in Their memories and Their magic and Their ways. It felt out Their feelings towards Family, and drew to itself pages of memories to read - for between the Two, memories were plentiful.

                Only once the Book had learned all it could did the cover unlatch, and the pages spill open. The words written within were gone - instead, the large tome formed a child’s cot. Inside the paper confines of the cot rested an infant, swathed in down and bundled in magic. Tai, this Child of the Two Gods is called, nestled in the pages, waiting to be found.

                Tai, the living wish of Deities was born that day, and found by the Elder, and loved by the Younger, and raised by the Family - Gods and Mortal alike. He would be Imperfect, as everything that lives is, and that is Good in its own way. And like Them both, he loved the stories from which he was born….

              The young Fennec opened his eyes for the first time, and began to shriek.

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ronystart:

do you ever see a person you love do something really fucking ridiculous and you just watch and think “ah yes this is where i have laid my affections”

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Frozen Sweets

peregrinerocks:

ectopicfantast:

Sakura’s expression is attentive, listening with mismatched eyes focused on Honey. “Hrm…” She considers the description as she takes a sip of her drink.

"Helmet like a … pyramid? That’s a weird descri—"

And then it hits her. Her eyes widen. “And the apron…” She whispers, hollow and pale. She nearly drops the mug. She looks back to Honey, visibly spooked, and then she looks to the door to double-check the surroundings.

Sakura is no longer relaxed, but “anxious” seems to be the wrong word. More like a coiled spring, a tense chord awaiting the first strike. She turns her attention fully on Honey. “Did you see him yourself? Is he walking around? Does…”

"Does he carry a large knife?"

Sakura’s reaction carries no comfort, her heart picks up from the moment of nervousness to an unsteady patter. Honey tightens the grip on her mug; breathe in, breathe out. She presses her back against the wall and sets her jaw. Sakura’s tension makes her stomach ache, “Of course I saw ‘im. He almost stopped my ‘orse and cart when I saw him.”

"Sparrow drew a picture of him and he just appeared." She looks away, "She’s draws pictures and brings people or things out of no where."

Sakura frowns, and scratches her head at that. “Huh. Drawing things to life, huh? Either a summon or … sheer, blind luck…”

She sets the mug down, and stands upright, arms crossed in thought. “Hrm. Well, this is a situation. It doesn’t sound like he’s done anything yet — I only heard stories about the guy. Him summoning objects or morphing couches is … Not what I remember.”

She looks up. “Would it be possible for me to meet this dude?”

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Frozen Sweets

peregrinerocks:

Honey shakes her head. “Not me. Sparrow.”

A deep breath and she taps against the ceramic. “Sparrow ‘as this fellow with a metal… ‘elmet like a pyramid and an apron. It- he can shift to look normal and says he’s meant to protect her.” She looks up a moment, tired and worried. “She brings teacups to life, turns couches into sheep, pulls fruit from storybooks, her favorite toy moves on its own.”

"It was enough that I had her to hold and hug again but now- this." Honey searches Sakura’s face for a moment, her blue eyes questioning and questing for an answer. "I don’t understand ‘ow it all works, and I can’t not tell you if you really mean we can move in."

Sakura’s expression is attentive, listening with mismatched eyes focused on Honey. “Hrm…” She considers the description as she takes a sip of her drink.

"Helmet like a … pyramid? That’s a weird descri—"

And then it hits her. Her eyes widen. “And the apron…” She whispers, hollow and pale. She nearly drops the mug. She looks back to Honey, visibly spooked, and then she looks to the door to double-check the surroundings.

Sakura is no longer relaxed, but “anxious” seems to be the wrong word. More like a coiled spring, a tense chord awaiting the first strike. She turns her attention fully on Honey. “Did you see him yourself? Is he walking around? Does…”

"Does he carry a large knife?"

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mttyshealy:

LETS PLAY THE “TYPE THESE WORDS IN YOU R TAG BOX AND POST THE FIRST AUTOMATIC TAG THAT COMES UP” GAME: DIRTY WORD ADDITION OK

  • fuck
  • shit
  • dick
  • no
  • hell
  • sex
  • damn
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Frozen Sweets

peregrinerocks:

Fighting club? Infirmary? Missing pagemaster and that name that makes her headache just a touch. “You’ve all been so busy, sounds like. I wish I’d pestered you more while I was away.” Honey holds the fleetingly warm ceramic mug against her chest.

Pressing her thumbs against the rim of the mug, she considers the liquid. Go big or go home… She takes a deep breath, tucking her shoulders as she asks. “Sakura, d’you know any magic people who have monsters living in their shadow that are supposed t’be their guardian?”

"Guardians?" Sakura repeats, eyes blinking in quiet surprise. "Shadows y’say…"

She holds her chin as she thinks back. “First person to come to mind is Kichuna, she had a whole phase about … being possessed, or having her shadow act as a guardian. Or, well, that was a shadow that I knew of that hooked up with her, basically, and then they became best partners. But you’re probably looking for the more ghostly front, huh?”

"Hmm… Well, she’s still my first choice. I want to say Daine, but she’s more likely to eat stray spirits. Caelar, maybe? At least he’d know things on the magical front…"

"Why, you got ghosts following you?"

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Tell me about yourself. (However many muses you have.)
asked by huntingbythebooks

"Hm?" Sakura glances up from cleaning a mug. She looks … halfway between her creature-form and human, today. All Keeda save for a human face and hands. "Oh, shoot, you’d have to ask ‘bout context too." She grins.

"I mean… Alright let’s go with simple. I’m Sakura, I turn this tavern here, and I like to travel…" She hesitates, before continuing with a slight omission of a word, "as a hobby. I’ve been to all kinds of places, seen a lot of folks, but here’s my new home. It’s been keeping me busy, but I’m also starting to try and brush back up on adventuring skills, y’know? Fighting, first-aid… But you know what’s the toughest thing to figure out right now? The philosophy."

"That’s my main challenge at the moment, I think." Sakura muses as she looks aside at some unseen distance. "I just wish I had a lead…"

—-

"Hm?" Koishe looks over, tea in hand, in a brief sound and expression that almost mirrors Sakura. He’s human today, even if he sits in the tavern among the creatures and non-human beings. He smiles, "Ah, well…"

"I am Koishe. I live here with my wife, we arrived in the city roughly … two years ago, I believe. I work with Jervis in his tea shop, not far from here. And no, I did not make this tavern." He chuckles, "Regardless of uh, coincidences or what you hear."

"I keep to myself, more or less. I collect books, cats, train for my health…" Says the scar-covered man.

"It has been a somewhat peaceful life. I do not mind."

—-

"Mrnm." Comes Kichuna’s disgruntled reply. The white feline’s electric-blue eyes give a sideways glance of suspicion, before she returns to shaking up the contents of a hissing wok. "I cook here sometimes. Keeps me calm."

"When I ain’t cooking, I’m usually cutting and stitching people up. Workin’ an infirmary near here. Can’t really give an address. But if y’ever need something fixed and don’t want people to know, I’m th’one."

"Jus’ nothing magical. I’m shit with magic. Could point you to others if it’s magic."

"Sums up my life. Cook, clean, cut." There’s a faint smirk on her face at the alliteration. "Heh."

"Let me know if you ever hear ‘bout trouble."

—-

Mius positively beams at the question. His rabbit ears perk, and his harelip smile forms proud. “Certainly!”

He places a hand at his chest, and bows his upper body. “I am Mius. Mage-scholar, if you will. I’m … er…” his hand searches a pocket, and he pulls out a page to read. “… I seem to be doing some sort of research?”

He offers an embarrassed, guilty smile. “Pardon, memory problems… Chronic memory problems, honestly.”

"I don’t remember when they started, or how." He pauses. "Have we met before?"

"No? I don’t think we did…" He trails off in thought. Only to perk again with renewed interest. "Have you seen the sun lately!? Look, look it’s doing the thing!” He points to the window, and bolts over to get a better view of the evening’s semi-obscured sunset. “Look!”

"Haha! Amazing. Pity I can’t get a better view from here…" But his tail-tuft dusts the air regardless.

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edens-blog:

ricotomate:

A bunch of drunk college kids tried to play “Alice in Wonderland”

I cry of laughter everytime I watch this. 

this is my spirit video

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ask-thehooded:

OH MY FUCKING THANK YOU

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