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my fursona 🐾🐾🐾 ! just a little possum
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Not that kind of apocalpyse!
Sometimes you might ask yourself, “What if Taakitz kissed in the historical fish castle during the zombie apocalypse?” Well I answered it. Happy Birthday @ceilingfan5!
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“There’s someone outside!” Lup shouts from her spot at the periscope.
Fuck. Of course Taako was going to have to deal with this on his watch. The trouble always waited until Magnus was busy flexing somewhere else and Merle was off doing unspeakable things in the garden.
“Some<i>one</i>, or some<i>thing</i>?” He asks. He tries not to let the weariness creep into his tone, but Taako’s so tired of this bullshit. First he got called in on his first day off in weeks… months? Who fucking knows any more; then he got zombie apocalypsed; and now everyone’s trying to eat him and not in the good way. Not that there’s any chance of boning down with anyone in the near future because he’s related to, or may as well be related to, everyone he knows is currently alive - well, apart from the peppy idiots on the radio who keep advertising their ‘zombie free wonderland’, but Taako doesn’t trust easily and whatever they’re selling seems too good to be true.
“Cha’girl said what she said.” Lup doesn’t move away, just adjusts the scope.
“People?”
“Person, singular, a guy I think.”
“Are you definitely sure he’s people?”
“Are you definitely sure you want to keep asking me?” Lup doesn’t pull her eyes away from the periscope, but she does give him the finger. It’s artful really, her spatial awareness is a thing of wonder.
Before he can think, Taako opens his mouth to pretend to bite it off, it’s reflex as much as anything, but he closes it gently, doesn’t snap his teeth. That bit is a lot less funny than it used to be. Watching a loved one nearly get chomped will do that for you.
“Can I see?” Taako asks instead of answering, he’s not going to do anything completely out of character like admitting fault.
“Hang on…” Lup turns the scope side to side. Fuck.”
“What?”
“Shush a minute.” Lup hisses.
Ah yes, telling Taako to shush, the thing that works every time. “What’s going on?”
“Shit! Run, dude, run” She mutters.
“Lup! What’s happening?”
“Biter.” She turns the scope slowly. “Two… At the moment. I don’t know if he’s seen them.”
“Do you want Taako to…?” Taako gestures at the ladder up to the harpoon gun.
Lup stays fixed to the scope but still manages to nod. “Be ready, see if he needs it. He’s by the unfortunately shaped hill, but he’s moving fast towards the tree that looks like it’s doing a high kick.”
Taako climbs up the ladder into the ramparts and pulls the shutter back from the slightly-wider-than-intended crenellation (thanks to Magnus’ enthusiasm). He zeroes in fast with Lup’s directions. There’s definitely two of them, if not more, lurking behind the dude as he walks. Taako hopes he’s aware of them. He could be, the guy’s walking with purpose. He’s glad, Taako hates dawdlers, not least because he used to be one by choice and now he has to zoom everywhere because he’d like to keep living actually please and thank you.
“You didn’t tell me he was hot!” Taako bellows down to Lup. A crime of the highest order, frankly, it’s been a while since Taako’s had anything good to look at and he could have been looking much faster.
“You can’t see him well enough to know if he’s hot or not, he’s too far away.” Lup yells back.
The guy turns his head in their direction. It’s a nice face, a really nice face, that he’s working with there.
“See! Hot!” Taako refuses to let her get away with this on a technicality. He knew in his bones the guy was good looking, Lup should have too. He sticks his tongue out in her direction. She might not be able to see him, but she’ll know.
aaaaaà thank you for the birthday present noodyl!! this is so delicious
some other recent pieces
[Id in alt text, video description: a handmade black card with glittery stars featuring a catlike green alien in a flying saucer, using a tractor beam to abduct a cartoony cow. it features an interactive design mechanism that allows the cow to actually slide up towards the spaceship and back down, which is quietly demonstrated in the video]
playing with eraser stamp making again!!
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I gotta focus, I'm shifting into stamp mode
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"So just to confirm, we are all on the gunner channel"
[ids in ALT
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build-a-body!!
(sid's clear torso is an idea originally done by @lightningidle, in this art piece!)
[id in ALT!]
the problem with prepacked bbq is that it's got no soul...hotel art ass meat. GOOD bbq needs to be made my hand by some asshole named greasy Jim, who drives the ugliest pickup truck you have ever seen + he needs to treat that beast like it divorced him personally and there's still love there but you can't hold it anymore
that's where the flavor is actually
if music has to have ads can they at least vibe check it and not jumpscare you about it. if I am listening to This Spiral Will End xoxo Piano for Feral Raccoons radio. can I get a gentle for babies so tender and mild audio PLEASE. somehow they catch you tryna chill to Cello Covers Of A Charming But Soothing Nature and interrupt with HAVE YOU FUCKING HEARD ABOUT HOT CHEETOS? THEYLL BLAST YOUR ASS [ELECTRIC GRUNK GUITAR RIFF] CLEAN OFF
AND YOU'LL NEVER FIND THE CHUNKS!!
but even if I am listening to Smash Mouth Bachelor Party Part Two: Craig Fucked Up Good This Time at the top of the loud. I do not wanna hear 🎶 ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵃ ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗ ˢᵒˡᵘᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵐʸ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵈᵃʳˡᶦⁿᵍ, ᵐʸ ᵉᶠᶠᵉʳᵛᵉˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍᵇᶦʳᵈ🎶
that also ain't right
the vibes should match. you have the fucking vibe technology. anyway I am getting out my cds or locating some weirdos on Bandcamp to give money to. ✌️
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just finished a couple more pairs of possum earrings ❤️ hand embroidery & beads on felt- these have sold but i’ve opened a few preorder slots for this design!
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Astronomy vignettes. Our Wide, Wide World. 1932.
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tuck her in thursday
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aviewfrommercury
I liked the part where the possums ate fruit
asgardreid
mlapmlapmlapmlapmlap
:V :| :V :| :V :P
wereralph
my favorite one is the one in the middle who looks so happy
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made a lil moth lady
Image Description: digital drawing of Cashmere, a humanoid moth. Cashmere has a fluffy ruff around her neck; her wings resemble a cloak. Her arms end in three pointed finger-like appendages. Her color palette is primarily full of browns, oranges, reds, and some yellow. Sprouting from her head are two fluffy antennae.
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@dapper-nahrwhale tagged me in a song game! ty
the goal is to spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters
numb (linkin park) (this cover is also. somethin)
that was hard.... somebody write more songs that start with n
tagging uhhh @iwilltranscend and @strawbebby-boy and @honeysweetcorvidae and @barbrarian and @a-vampire and......................................................................................................................................................... anyone who saw this and was like aw man why doesn't anyone tag me in these things
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a few more prompts
- This crime is going almost too well?
- Can you play with my hair?
- Of all the people to body swap with. Of all the days.
- This is no time for cute cat pictures and heart emojis!!!
- And ANOTHER THING. Zombies-
- Hey. Honestly? [deep breath] [SCREAMS]
- Nothing like yard sale drama and intrigue!
- I did not see your text. Actually I can't read. It's very sad. Sudden onset adult illiteracy is very real-
- Do not put it in your mouth!
- I know I got in trouble for buying them a very cool toy last time, but hear me out.
- Bite me. You gotta.
- I am not eating this raw, actually. Nope.
- How long did it take you to make that for me? NO I am not crying
- You drive me insane. Obviously I would go to hell for you
- What does this button do? I gotta know
- Sword fighting is even more charged than I expected and I was not prepared
- I know you grew up in a wet cardboard box all alone but I cannot believe you have not experienced this. I think we have to, right now, immediately
- We both showed up alone to the couples cake decorating class, so obviously-
- Oops! Run
- It hurts, but it rules
- After a bad day, what we really need is some chocolate and violence.
- Meow? Are you kidding me?
- Oh don't even get me STARTED on monsters-
- Pick your battles. As in let go of some of them please I swear you cannot fight it all
- You know that object from the thrift store we thought was haunted? Haha so guess what,
- Good chances we all die. Counterpoint, everyone who lives gets ice cream with sprinkles, so gear up!
- I think I pretty explicitly said not to get it on the carpet.
- So your mic wasn't off,
- Please dress up with me? Please please please?
- It isn't my blood. Don't get it twisted
- Can we kiss behind the mini golf windmill one more time?
- Magic is real, it just looks fake.
- Quick! Propose to me! Also, what's your name?
- We have to get you a new super costume.
- You're enchanting. You're resplendent. You're a little bit on fire,
- I gotta be honest. I have no idea what's going on and I think I waited too long to say so. Sorry?
- Why do they have cat ears? They're supposed to be DEAD
- I have normal feelings about this. And regular opinions. And I'm vibrating a reasonable amount.
- Help, help, I'm not supposed to be in this universe!!
- I will help you ruin your hair, obviously, but you have to tell me what's going on.
- You wore that to the funeral??
- Baking is science. Wizardry is science. You know what isn't science?
- Tired, angry, and covered in spaghetti sauce, and here I am at your door. But I can explain?
- Bear. Seriously
- gonna destroy you and end your legacy forever xoxo <3
- Nothing could possibly make me laugh right now. Don't you dare start doing silly voices at me.
- You know what this giant fancy crystal is good for? Blunt force head trauma
- I know it's super dangerous but when your eyes glow like that I can't focus on the battle at all…
- Life finds a way?
- Fighting? No, no, we're having a great time arguing about this.
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Anonymous asked:
number 9 or 19 for the prompt list for taakitz if you're feeling inspired? :)
Thank you so much for this prompt which is from this list (I’m still open to requests.) Sorry the reply itself is un-prompt (I spiralled), but hopefully you'll forgive me!
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Man, that’s going to stain…How’s it going?/ Well, haha, (doesn’t answer)
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Kavitz screws all his courage to his sticking point and opens his eyes. He looks at the cake. He looks at his hands. He looks at the kitchen counter. They’re all still the same; bright red, unpleasantly sticky, and mocking him. The ‘icing’ could have at least had the decency to dry slightly in the air by now, but no, he’s made some kind of sugar based slime that is intent on eating everything - especially Taako’s worktops.
Taako’s worktops… Taako definitely absolutely loves these worktops more than Kravitz. Kravitz knows this, everyone knows this, so why on earth had he decided to try his hand at baking at Taako’s house instead of his own? Maybe it was because he spent more of his non-death crime battling time here than anywhere else, he hadn’t spent a non-work night on the Astral Plane since well… hmm… and all his stuff was here, so it made sense, perfect sense. Or it would, if he hadn’t just committed a crime against baking, nature, and kitchens in general, there was no way Taako wasn’t going to notice.
He’s stuck, is the problem. He can’t operate his phone with his sugary murder hands even though it will absolutely be worth Sloane laughing at him if she can save him from this. Sadly it’s not like he can just go over there… although, no, actually, it’s exactly like he can just go over there! Kravitz reaches out his hand, and only winces slightly at the wet sound his scythe makes as it zoops into it. It’s fine. It’ll clean, and if not he can just tell people it’s blood and they’ll think he’s extra fearsome probably definitely maybe.
He cuts a very careful rift, if he can place it just right then… Kravitz leans his face gingerly into the rift and uses his nose to press the doorbell. He learned very quickly after Sloane and Hurley started dating that it was important to rift outside and wait for someone to answer the door. Sloane tugs said door open as he’s reaching his nose out to press the bell for a second time.
“Kravitz? What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck?” She folds her arms and gives him a look which means he’s definitely never going to hear the end of this.
“I need some help.”
Sloane raises her eyebrows.
“It’s a cake problem.”
“You didn’t!?”
“I…”