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New OC, Cephalopodia! <3

Saw blushstroke’s Lucy who is also an octo mermaid and had to make one for myself ;w;

Cephy has multiple forms as seen on the side + her other colour pallette, she can just transform her legs into various shapes but she still needs a lot of practice with her magic, so she is learning from Lucy!
Her symbol will be apparent in all her forms though, so it is still visible that it’s her ^^

Lovely manip by @hotsauce418

Dog Paddle


If you’d told Will three years ago that he’d ever lay eyes on what he was currently watching he’d laugh in your face.


But that was three years ago, and today he was watching Hannibal Lecter swim with a frightened dog.

He was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt and part of him had to fight not to jump in with them. This was Encephalitis’s second time in the pool but second in deep waters, the first when they’d found her unexpectedly by the side of the road on a long trip out of the state.

Hannibal had saved her then too, pulling over and rushing out to jump in a lake. She was much smaller then really just a puppy, and Will hadn’t thought ahead in that moment.

He never thought they would get where they were now.

“She did this on purpose.”

Hannibal shot him a glare. “The dog who needs to be handwashed in open areas with a sponge because of a debilitating fear of water fell into a pool on purpose?”

Will couldn’t stop his laugh.

“She jumped! I watched her!”

“Will–”

“You went under and she jumped in. What reason do I have to lie? It’s not like I want one of her monogrammed pillows or even the plaque with her–”

Encephalitis began to whine and clutch harder at Hannibal.

“Will, please just leave us.”

Will let out an exasperated breath moving to stand but stopped midway. He jumped into the water fully clothed and heard the dog barking before he went under.

He came up behind Hannibal on resurfacing, pulling him close into a hug.

“You’re insane.”

Will kissed him softly before whispering, “Look at the dog.”

They both watched Cephie swimming happily towards them.

“No extra pillows for your bed tonight, Encephalitis.”

Will pulled on his hair, their lips meeting again. “We both know that’s not true. She has you wrapped around her paw.”

Hannibal started to blush. “Perhaps.”

“It’s okay. I’m sure the next one will too. We can get them bunk beds.”

Hannibal pushed him under the water.

4

IT’S HEADCANON TIME AGAIN. Part I can be found here

 (idk how many ppl acually ready and enjoy the long ass nonsense I post here but if ya want me to tag you in stuff like this shoot me a message or leave me a note?)

I have a very rough background story for my OC Cephy about how she and Ardyn met etc, but I’m still a bit hesitant with sharing because uh, I always go with the girl-from-our-world trope and that is not everyone’s cup of tea I think?

anyway headcanons are under cut :D

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Hannibal, Molly, and Will’s Dogs

It has become a common bit of fanon that Hannibal and Will would get at least one dog in their post-Fall life. Mads even came up with a name for their dog, Encephalitis, when asked about it at the first Red Dragon Con, which fans shortened to Cephy. So how would it actually work out for them to have a dog? Dogs are important to Will, and despite the idea that Hannibal wouldn’t be fond of dogs, the interaction he actually has with them in the show is limited but fairly positive. In S1, we find out Will has asked Hannibal to go by his house and check on them. Will and Hannibal probably live roughly 90 minutes apart, so Hannibal going by Will’s house for this was not convenient. While I’m sure Hannibal wanted a chance to check out Will’s personal space, he is kind to the dogs from what we are shown. He brings them some delicious people sausage even. The other time we see him with them is when he has Mason feed his face to them. At one point, Mason goes to stab one of them seeing it as a pig, but Hannibal stops him. While it would normally be considered bad for Hannibal to have someone feed his face to Will’s dogs, you have to look at the context. I don’t believe Hannibal meant the dogs any harm. From Hannibal’s POV, Will himself had already shown a desire to eat human meat, so why would it bother him for his dogs to eat people as well? Also, Will was the one who wanted Hannibal to go after Mason in the first place. Hannibal probably saw it as something that would please Will, and Will certainly doesn’t act upset with Hannibal when he finds him with Mason at his house. Will actually tells him to do what he wants with Mason. When Hannibal attempts to get Will to leave early with him and forget the dinner with Jack, Hannibal suggests that Will could feed his dogs and leave a note for Alana (presumably asking her to care for them), so even then Hannibal thinks about the dogs. While Hannibal may not have a particular love for dogs personally, I don’t see anything in canon that shows he wouldn’t be happy to live with at least one of them for Will’s sake. Perhaps Cephy could be canon one day?

This line of thought also brought me to Molly and her relationship with dogs. She and Will have a lot of dogs, and on the surface you would think that this would be something they have in common. However, the writers chose to include a scene that makes me question Molly’s real love for dogs. When Will leaves town to work on the case, Molly is left to take care of the dogs by herself. When they get sick, she takes them to the vet. Now, the audience knows that Dolarhyde poisoned them, but Molly doesn’t know this and believes that it was her fault because of the food she gave them. The vet asks Molly about the food they have been eating and Molly explains that Will normally cooked their food himself, but that seemed like too much trouble so she just bought them canned food. In the same scene, she confesses to the vet that she doesn’t even know that canned dog food from China could be dangerous for dogs, which shows a lack of knowledge of how to pick out proper dog food but also the fact that she doesn’t even seem to know much about the dog food she actually bought. She assumes that she bought Chinese dog food that made the dogs sick and even tells her son not to tell Will what happened. Did Molly even have dogs before she met Will? Even suddenly changing their main diet from home cooked food to random canned food could be bad for the dogs. The fact that she thought continuing to cook their food was too much work also makes me question just how into dogs she is. We see so very little of Molly and Will and what interests they share and this scene makes me think they don’t even really have dogs in common. I can easily imagine Hannibal making sure Cephy has only the best home cooked mills. They may be people, but they would be lovingly home cooked all the same. (BTW, I do realize that eating people probably wouldn’t be the best for dogs either, but since eating people doesn’t seem to be a cause of health concerns for anyone in the show, I don’t think the show’s universe considers this a real issue.)

While Will may have believed that someone like Molly is the type of romantic partner he should want, I would argue that even Molly and Hannibal’s relationships with his dogs suggests that Hannibal is ultimately the more compatible partner.

Missing

Hannibal missed Will.

This thing that lived with him now was not Will, not at all.

This person mimicked Hannibal himself, had fallen into the role with such vigor that it was a sight to behold but painful to see every day.

He watched as the thing that had taken Will from him seemed to revel in the kill, often smeared blood for his benefit with a smile that could cut diamonds.

This pretend Will would joke about killing like it was of no consequence and Hannibal played along though he had not yet given in to the lust in those familiar eyes.

He was content to kill with the fake thing but he would not love it, no matter how often he almost did.

Things changed when they found the dog.

It was by the side of the road bloodied and hurt. He watched a shadow of Will peek out at the sight and immediately lifted the animal into their vehicle. The veterinarian said without their help the dog would for sure have died, and Will carried her to the car.

The ride back was solemn, their planned kill forgotten.

“She’s young, she will need–”

“When she’s better we can take her to a shelter,” the fake person interrupted, his voice hollow.

Hannibal looked back at the sleeping dog, then at the road.

“No.”

The thing turned and Hannibal looked into a flicker of Will Graham.

“No?”

He shook his head and looked back at the road. “I believe there was a reason that–”

The sudden grasp of the steering wheel surprised him and they veered off the road with a screech.

“You don’t get to do this,” the thick anguish in Will’s voice made Hannibal hopeful.

“I know you’ve been hiding behind a persona of someone you think I wish you to be,” he reached out and touched Will’s scarred cheek, “That is not the case.”

Will shook his head and the hard eyed stare of the monster looked back at Hannibal. “I am what you–”

He kissed him softly, barely a touch, and felt Will melt into him. Then Hannibal let go and Will moved in closer, steered the kiss into a deep join of mouths that had left in ache when they parted.

Will touched his cheek now, a grip as much as a caress. “I was the killer you made me.”

Hannibal touched their foreheads and smiled, “I never wanted to make you anything. I only wanted you to be yourself.”

There was a whine from the backseat and they both looked, the dog’s eyes were open. Will broke from him and leaned the seat back, his touch along her flank tender.

“She’ll need a name.”

“I was thinking something that reflected our relationship.”

Will laughed and looked at him fully, his eyes clear for the first time in months. “Crazy?”

Hannibal touched the nape of his neck. “Encephalitis.”

Will shook his head and chuckled before he turned back to Hannibal again. “Seriously?”

Hannibal took his hand and kissed it.

“She brought you out of a fever I let you stay in for far too long. It seems fitting.”

Will righted himself and buckled his safety belt. “Cephie,” he countered, “I refuse to use that name.”

Hannibal’s smile widened.

“Cephie for short then.”

They pulled back onto the road, their night’s plans forgotten. At home they put Encephalitis comfortably on the chaise at the foot of Hannibal’s bed.

“I want to find out who she belonged to,” Will said, his voice hard again.

Hannibal put his arm around him.

“We will.”

Will squeezed his hand and turned to leave, but Hannibal held tight.

“Stay.”

Will licked his lips and the lust there fueled Hannibal’s own.

“Okay.”

Expired Milk

First prompt is by @savehannibal-willowg who wanted, “Post TWOL murder husbands first fight as husbands.” Enjoy!!

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When you marry a man who has the same prestigious taste as Hannibal Lecter, you are bound to have small meaningless fights once in a while. And for Will, it starts with the most simplistic argument.

“It’s not expired.”

“Will, the milks expiration date has gone past by three days, you are not going to drink this.” Hannibal says, lifting the milk jug to his nose, taking a slight whiff at the scent.

Will laughs as Hannibal cringes, jerking his head back like a dog who just got snagged by a cat. He takes the jug from Hannibal’s hand, and sniffs it himself. It’s a little sour smelling, but it still smells fine to Will.

“I’m going to drink it.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hannibal, you can’t control how I treat my life, if I want to drink expired milk by three days, then I’m going to drink the damn milk.” Will smiles, lifting the jug back to his lips. He almost chokes on the horrid look on Hannibal’s face, as he drinks from the jug.

God this is too much fun.

“If you get sick, I will not be helping you.” Hannibal ends, turning to stalk out if the kitchen. Possibly to go back to his study to sulk around, and mumbled poetry in French or German.

“I’m not going to get sick.” Will mumbles to himself, sipping at the milk again.

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“Will can you come here for a minute.” Hannibal calls from one of the guest rooms.

Will is currently laying on the couch with a book in hand, their-well really his-new puppy Encephalitis, or Cephy for short, has been enjoying taking a nap on his stomach. He finds himself unable to move, since the puppy looks so adorable sleeping on his chest with her tongue poking out. Plus the sun feelings great on his skin, and it had taken him five minutes to find this comfortable spot, and to wait for Cephy to come jump on the couch. The poor little puppy corgi is too small to even reach the top cushion, often times she has to struggle a bit before one of them comes to her rescue.

So, with a great long sigh, and a quiet thought about ignoring Hannibal’s request and pretending to be asleep, he moves. Holding the little corgi pup in his arms, he carries the puppy in his arms, and follows Hannibal’s voice to the guest room.

He can’t help himself when he laughs.

Right in the corner where Hannibal stands, lays a small pile of dog shit.

Will lays, bending over to grab at his knee so he doesn’t fall, there’s a slight whine that comes from Cephy, he stands up straight so she doesn’t worry. Hannibal looks pissed, he stands their with his back straight, arms crossed and looking like a father about to scold their child.

“Will, we’ve discussed the issue about house training the dog.” He growls. “And here I come to find a pile of feces on the floor.”

“You can say shit, Hannibal, its not that bad of a word.” Will mumbles, still smiling about the shit. Only to frown as Hannibal’s glare darkness. “Well what did you expect, she’s only a pup, she doesn’t know better.”

“Will. We have discussed this, I will not have some four-legged beast roaming my house, and doing as she pleases on my carpets.”

“Four-legged-Do you know how mundane you sound right now. She’s a fucking dog, Hannibal, not some wild animal to be broken.” Will snapped, holding the trembling puppy to his chest.

“Please, Will, just have the dog trained within the next week-”

“Oh, so she’s just a dog right now, is she? We’ll I guess I’m just some crazed stranger living in your home then, no point in keeping me here, is there?”

“Will-”

“No, no. I get the memo, I’ll just go back to the couch I was laying on, and not worry about a thing. Cause, I guess I’m JUST a person, just like Cephy is just a dog!”

“You are being unreasonable.”

“I’m-! No! Goodbye.” Will turns on his feet, teeth clenched like an iron jaw, as he stomps back down the stairs and to the study. Hannibal stands where he left him, not following his lover down the stairs.

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“Will do you mind doing the dishes, please?” Hannibal hums, stepping into the study, with a towel in hand as he dries off his hands. “I need to go finish up something.”

Will makes a small ‘hmp’, and sets his book down, as he moves past Hannibal towards the kitchen. Hannibal sighs, wishing he could just pull the other man into his arms, and kiss away his anger. Sadly, that only works on dogs, and small children.

He looks down when he hears a tinkling of metal coming towards him, to see Cephy scuttle on her tiny little feet up to him. She jumps up on his pants leg, pawing at him and making a small whine for acknowledgment.

“You are a rotten little beast,” He hums, leaning down to scratch at Cephy’s large ears, her butt wiggles in joy. “Rotten, rotten, rotten.”

There’s a slight noise behind Hannibal, as he stands up, turning to heat Will clearing his throat. Hannibal smiles sheepishly at him, but the man only glares at him some more.

“Don’t you have some ‘business’ to attend to.” He snaps, crossing sud covered arms.

Hannibal frowns, nods his head and leaves to walk back up the stairs. He frowns as he hears Will call for Cephy, and provides to baby talk her about a treat, and how Hannibal is a 'big ol’ grumpy man’.

“I’m not that old.” He mumbles to himself, as he turns to the direction of their shared bedroom.

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Once Will finishes with the dinner, he climbs the stairs two at a time, making sure to miss the ones that will creak a little. He left Cephy down in the kitchen, snoring in her little doggi bed. He sneaks his way through the halls, peeping through every door to see if Hannibal is lurking in one of the rooms, only to find that his husband is nowhere upstairs.

Shrugging, he ignores any thoughts of the man, and makes his way to his bedroom.

“Damn it.”

Will steps come to a hold as he pushes the bedroom door open a little, his mind flounders at the sight of Hannibal. There he lays, like a stated lion at home with itself, naked saved for the blankets covering his waist. His reading glasses perch precariously on the bridge of his nose, while he holds a book up to his face. And the soft glow of the lamp light on him, only makes Will’s situation words.

Why did Hannibal have to be so charming. You know, why couldn’t he had been a little less charmer, so it was easier for Will to be mad at him, and not get a boner at the worst times.

“I can move to another room, if you do not wish to sleep in the same bed with me tonight.” Hannibal muses, bookmarking his place, as he sets the book to the side.

“No, it’s fine. You can stay.” Will states. In truth, he probably wouldn’t be able to sleep without having Hannibal next to him, he’s become like a second comfort blanket to him.

Hey slips under the sheets, turning his back to the man as Hannibal shuts the light off and settles down. His head screaming for him to just kick away his frustration, and ride the man like a stallion. Listening to their even breathes, he waits to see if Hannibal will reach over to him, but the man doesn’t even make a move to touch him.

“Fucking, damn it Hannibal.” Will growls, flinging his body to the side, as he settles on top of the prestigious asshole.

“Will-mmmhh.”

Will tugs at the man’s hair, pulling their faces together so he can kiss him, hard. Hannibal relaxed the instance their touch, his strong arms reaching up to grip at Will’s waist. He moans into his lips, open his mouth as Will’s tongue pokes through, and travels around his mouth.

“I hate how I never stay made at you, because your so god damn good looking.” Will hisses, pulling off of him to bite at Hannibal’s growing stubble.

“I couldn’t hate you even if I tried, mylimasis.” Hannibal moans, tugging at Will’s curls to pull his lips back to his own.

Will moans, his eyebrows furrowing as his stomach starts to churn and rumble. “Han, baby, I think I’m going to be sick.”

“I know, I can’t stand it when you ignore me as well.” Hannibal groaned, bucking his hips up to Will’s.

“No, I mean-fuck!” Will, jumps up, running to the bathroom in their bedroom, and proceeds to vomit into the toilet. Hannibal lays dazed on the bed, snapping out of his haze as he hears Will vomit and groan.

“I told you the milk was bad.” He hums, standing up to assist his lover.

Will vomits again, making a pitiful noise as he leans against the cold metal. “Fuck you.” He mumbled.

“I love you too, mylimasis.” Hannibal says, grabbing a rag and setting it under some cold water. “Now come on, we need to clean you up.”

5

Soooo, I sat down and wrote a a short fanfiction about Ardyn and my OC Cephy. I just have this vague idea and background story for Cephy and random plot bunnies that I either doodle out on paper or in rare cases, I write them out. Planned out 500 word drabble but it turned into a 1.5k short story. 

I believe it might be a bit hard to understand without knowing the vague Cephy’s background story, but I decided to leave it that way. Just shoot a question if you want to know :D

tagging @imaginationisme because you once said that if I ever decide to write a fanfiction I should let you know? 

Anyway, onto the story!


The Moogle pom-pom bounced back and forth as Ardyn sped his car at almost 124 miles per hour down the road. The so-called road here consists of one lane for each side and so far, the chancellor has managed to overtake everyone single car without breaking his speed.

I was occupying the whole backseat to myself, clinging onto the - surprisingly well maintained - leather seat. The car did not come with any seatbelt, so I had to hope that every time Ardyn made a sharp turn I won’t get thrown out of it.

A glance toward the rear-view mirror to look at the shit-eating smirk on his face told me that he was well aware of what he was doing.

That bastard.

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pragnificent  asked:

❝It’s okay. You can laugh. I promise not to tell anyone.❞ Hannigram, ideally fluff?

Hannibal freezes with one foot over the threshold, his face completely blank. Will stays silent while he waits for Hannibal to find the emotion that he’s looking for. Thirty seconds later, he watches as the corner of Hannibal’s mouth makes the faintest of twitches and he finally makes his way completely onto the patio.

“It’s okay. You can laugh. I promise not to tell anyone.”

Will watches as Hannibal takes in his state - mud and bubbles and grass in his hair, the leash tangled around his legs, and a very excited dog wiggling on his chest.

“Cephy saw a squirrel while I was bathing her. I guess she’s going to need a few more lessons to train that out of her.”

Hannibal finally allows a full smile to cross his face and walks over to where Will is laying on the lawn.

“I’m sure if anyone can train her completely, it will be you.”

As Hannibal gently pulls a clump of leaves from Will’s hair, he thinks Cephy’s poor training might be worth it to see Hannibal’s genuine smile.

Give me a sentence/pairing, get a drabble.

WtNV Sick Fic Rec

I will start to put together fic recs for different Welcome to Night Vale fanfiction. I am often being asked to reccomend fics so I felt the time has come and I have read more than enough to do multiple themes. ALL OF THESE ARE CECILOS UNLESS SPECIFIED OTHERWISE.

This is the first theme. There are so many more amazing fics, but the list can’t go on forever so without further ado:

Asymmetric by messyfeathers

Cecil uses his voice. Carlos uses his actions. It feels unbalanced, but maybe it doesn’t have to be perfect to be love.

I Cannot See Your Smiling God by DeathPalmNut

Literally the best thing ever. Post-Old Oak Doors and Post-Strex Kevin. Cecil/Kevin/Carlos. Carlos finds Kevin in the desert while searching for a way home. He and Cecil help Kevin rediscover who he used to be. REALLY FLUFFY, REALLY LOVELY. There is also a sequel.

A Scientist Is Usually Fine by Sorida

It really was only a matter of time until one of them got sick. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Carlos knew it would be him. He’d really meant to prepare Cecil for it but there was always science to do and well, actually walking Cecil through taking care of a sick Carlos just wasn’t at the top of the list…

A Radio Host Is Unusually Tenacious by Sorida (Sequel to the above fic)

It had already happened to Carlos, so Cecil really should have seen it coming. But then he was out reporting on the sudden torrential downpour and it was nearing Night Vale’s cooler season and honestly, Carlos was so cute when he was doing science that Cecil didn’t want to bother him with something so insignificant…

Far Too Literal by NebulousMistress (not yet finished)

Carlos should have gotten his flu shot this year. Well, at least it wasn’t chicken flu.

When your boyfriends are sick… by Preussen

Carlos must take care of Kevin and Cecil when they both get sick

It Could Only Be Cecil by Ynnealay

Cecil is sick, and with a lack of living interns, Carlos has to fill in for him. Announcements from the Night Vale Medical Community, a town-wide clothing drive, and the fact that Carlos can’t stop talking about his boyfriend on air.

Sick of Body Not of Heart by Pappels (SabakuNoKel)

Carlos is sick. Good thing Cecil is there to take care of him

Aware by ZiGraves

Carlos experiences one of Night Vale’s charming local viral infections.

Immunity (or, Caring for your Sniffling Scientist) by juxtapose

Carlos is immune to most weird happenings in Night Vale, except for when he isn’t.

Something Sweet by messyfeathers

Cecil has his bad days, but thankfully Carlos has a few highly scientific remedies for that (after all, prepared is the fourth thing a scientist is!)

In Sickness and in Health (tentacles not optional) by Xparrot

Carlos knew something was amiss when he woke up on the mattress, rather than entangled in a mass of tentacles.

Desert Heat Fever by sherloki369

Cecil is ill, and Carlos comes over to look after him. (Short fic to make me feel better about having my own cold.)

Feverish Broadcasting by Jathis (NSFW+CECEARLOS)

Cecil has a fever but insists on doing his job anyway.

Fever Dreams by Jathis (NSFW+CECEARLOS)

Cecil is sick and his lovers have to take care of him.

An Ill-Timed Discovery by Louffox

Based on the comic by @blobcecil 
Cecil is slammed by an awful bout of the flu. So sick, he can’t work, he can’t cook, he can’t make tea, he can hardly even move, let alone pull on his human shape.
Enter Carlos, caring and worried and oblivious boyfriend…

The (lack of) Voice of Night Vale by Rivalshipping_Archive (rivalshipping)

no but what if progressively cecil’s voice goes hoarse and scratchy from an achy throat but he bravely soldiers on until one day carlos turns on the radio and it’s dana filling in because cecil’s home sick — the poor guy lost his voice and since his voice is his livelihood and his pride and joy you can imagine how miserable he’d be. carlos can imagine it too so he takes a day off science to bring cecil soup and kisses and hold him while the poor guy curls up kittenlike against carlos in mute misery

Crying Out In The Wilderness by Cephy (HOMESICKNESS BUT THIS ONE IS SO GOOD)

After the events of “Old Oak Doors”, Carlos is lost in a desert otherworld. This is the story of how he finds his way home.

One Imperfect Weekend by SuperKat

Carlos prepares for the perfect weekend, but his plan backfires spectacularly. The week is, scientifically speaking, godawful. The weekend is somehow worse.

Missed flu jab by Spacey Whales (Hetty_Mouse) (MAUREEN/MICHELLE)

Michelle comes down with the flu.

In Sickness & In Health by doodlegirll (MARCUS/JAKE)

Even angels get sick. Luckily Marcus has Jake to help take care of him.

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Aarjav hummed softly as he groomed the chocobos. It was a quiet day at the ranch so he didn't expect a customer to walk up behind him, but Cephy did. He blinked down at her and smiled like he was supposed to and said his usual greeting. "Welcome to the Chocobo post! Can I help you with anything?"

[First Meeting] with Aarjav Stringer / @actual-flower-girl

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Hands in the jeans pocket and shirt sleeves rolled up, Cephy strolled down. It was a particularly sunny and warm day, and the blue-eyed girl was starting to regret putting on a long shirt. Then again, it wasn’t like she had anything else with her besides her dead phone, a sonic screwdriver and some cash. The white shirt was a bad choice to being with; she knew she was a clumsy, which was very evident by the stains on the shirt.

Running her hands through her pink dyed hair, Cephy took in her surrounding: It was a humbly sized ranch, breeding and raising and grooming chocobos.

Or stupid dodo’s as Cephy has dubbed them in her head.

With nothing better to do, she decided that it was time to overcome her fear of riding creatures that were considerably much taller than her (her first horse-riding experience was not the best). She doubted that the squawking birds were any worse, but she was not taking any rash chances.

With a new resolve, Cephy took in a deep breath, puffed out her chest slightly and raised her head, marching down the road to approach a tall and dark-skinned guy feeding a chocobo chick.

Hearing her approaching, said person turned around and flashed her a kind smile – Cephy was sure that bright smile could turn any daemons away.

“Welcome to the Chocobo post! Can I help you with anything?” he asked, his curly dark hair dancing with the light breeze.

Another thing that Cephy noticed is that she had to crank up her neck to meet him in the eyes, but thank God he was making it a bit easier but bending down slightly.

Hm, good question. What would be a good answer to that? Yes, hi hey! My name is Cephy and I am human just like you, except I’m from planet Earth in the Sol system, found in Local Cluster in the Milky Way Galaxy. I’m just killing time here until my friend picks me up so I can finally go home and get my exam over with.

“Hi! I’m shit scared of chocobos but I want to get over that fear because riding oversized dodo’s seems like a fun thing to kill time.” Is what she blurted out instead, and prayed the ground would just open up and swallow her.

Will woke to the sound of something he hadn’t heard in nearly a year.

 A dog was barking.

 He bolted upright, seeing Hannibal’s side of the bed empty and nearly falling out of bed as he followed the noise.

 Hannibal was in the kitchen, the smell of bacon and fresh cooked eggs made his mouth water as he said, “Where is it?”

 Hannibal smiled over his shoulder, “Good morning, Will. Did you sleep well after last night’s festivities?”

 Will glared at him, trying not to smile at the memory of their most recent kill and how Hannibal had licked the blood from his cheek after commenting, “They always taste sweeter when they’re scared.”

 “Don’t pretend you don’t hear that.”

 The barking continued, louder and more persistent now.

 Hannibal feigned innocence. “I am not sure I understand what you are referring to.”

 Will stalked over to him and grabbed the front of his shirt, not caring in the least as the spatula in his hand dropped to the floor. “WHERE IS THE DOG?”

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anonymous asked:

yes to "bickering about who gets the remote" pleaseeee

Will had just settled down onto the couch: plate of cookies on the table, beer on coaster, remote in hand, when Hannibal sat down beside him grabbing for it instead.

“Hey! I was just about to watch….”

Hannibal turned on the tv and began flipping through the stations, not even looking his way.

“I’m positive that whatever dog program you were about to view will repeat itself ad nauseum for the next several days.”

“You don’t even like tv! The last time I wanted to watch something with you I was told, ‘Television bores me, Will’ and…”

Hannibal stopped flipping, leaning back and smirking at him.

“As I am not even remotely interested in dog shows nor have that much love for them in general…”

“We have five dogs and you love them you big liar,” Will spat, grabbing for the remote as Hannibal turned away, standing as Will grabbed again.

“I tolerate, beloved, I do not…”

Will stood up and grabbed again, throwing himself at Hannibal who stumbled but grabbed for Will’s arm, “You made treats for Cephie when she was sick, you carried Trixie around on a pillow after bandaging her leg, Dino…”

Hannibal was red faced and panting, face close enough for Will to easily bring their lips together though he continued to glare.

“Dionysus, Will. You continue to use that ridiculous nickname even though I was…”

Will threw himself at Hannibal fully, both of them falling back onto the couch with a grunt. He grinned, grabbing again as Hannibal bit at his inner elbow and snapped his teeth.

“Shut up, no one names a dog Dionysus,” Will wiggled against Hannibal biting his hand and yelling out in triumph as he held the remote tightly in hand.

He huffed, breath coming in pants just as he turned and saw his own face flash across the tv.

“What is this?”

The volume up he heard, “…and no one knew that in the shadows he was being seduced by an evil…”

Hannibal’s face flashed across the screen as Will scoffed, “That’s not what happened! And you’re not evil!”

Hannibal’s hand came to Will’s and they locked eyes, an amused smirk on his face. “You seem quite certain of that. You are that I’ve killed more people than others have met in a lifetime.”

Will squeezed their hands together as he laughed, “Quit bragging.”

He settled, straddling Hannibal’s lap as the action on screen caught his attention more and more.

“…Dateline: Seduced by Evil.”

Will laughed, “We got our own dateline and you didn’t tell me?”

Hannibal sat up, his hands coming at Will’s sides. “I thought you might be offended by it.”

“Oh, I am, but I’m sort of upset you didn’t tell me,” he settled against Hannibal’s chest, “Turn it up.”

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POLARIS is the brightest star in the constellation Ursa Minor and is currently known as the North Star. It is somewhere between 323-433 light years from Earth.

It is our north star because the Earth’s pole is pointed directly at it. It hasn’t always been the north star. Around 12 000 BC, Vega was the north star. It is thought that in the year 13 727, the north star will be Vega once again.

Polaris is actually made up of a multiple star system. Its main star is a yellow supergiant and its two smaller companions are main sequence stars. It also has two distant companions, that seem to not be associated with the other 3 stars.

Polaris is a Cephied Variable star. This means that it pulsates, giving it variations in diameter and temperature. There is a strong direct relationship between the luminosity (brightness) and the pulsation period, making it a good thing to use when studying other stars. These objects are called standard candles.

Got any other questions/facts about Polaris? Send me a message and we can talk about it! Stay tuned for tomorrows star!

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Alright, here comes Part V of my Ardyn x OC headcanon!

((Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04))

Mostly collection of headcanon that randomly spawned while chatting up with some fellow Ardyn fan girls

Bit of fluff is thrown in, might take me some more headcanon posts before I cross the NSFW line xD

  • I can see that Ardyn as someone who appreciated musics, especially classical one, stuff like string quartet, or piano concertos, probably also attends all the new and old opera and ballet plays. Over the years he has learned how to play various instruments, whatever caught his interest. Probably has a room dedicated to instruments, except they are all collecting dusts because he never really uses them anymore or simply doesn’t feel like practicing them.
  • Decent note sheet reader, can read notes if he takes the time but not a great at sight reading. Would probably also struggle reading certain clefs.
  • Excellent at Audiation - meaning he heard a melody and would be able to play it with almost no mistakes and then improves the rest while still playing. Has some surface knowledge on music theory
  • Plays the violin wayyyyy better than the piano, but the piano is - or was - his preferred instrument when he used to socialize in taverns. They always had one standing there and he would the play on it while other people would sing along to it (think of the murder ballads found in Assassin’s Creed Syndicate)
  • Likes to watch and listen to Cephy studying a new piano piece. Or generally watch her play. Cephy can’t really play well when knowing there is someone watching here, which only gives Ardyn more enjoyment in just casually strolling in and take a seat next to her while she suddenly forgot how play anything. Cephy doesn’t have the heart to tell him to fuck off, after all it is his piano she is practicing on.
  • Would challenge him to a small competition, something like ‘who can play this piece the fastest’. Ardyn would let her think she is winning at first but the he slowly catches up until they are playing a Canon and then he speeds up really fast until Cephy tries to catch up too but stumbles over her own fingers and gives up.
  • “How can you even play that fast, you’re wearing a heavy coat and leather gloves!” “You will find out that I have very… talented fingers.” “Please don’t make this weird”
  • Speaking of hands, Ardyn hands are very rough and dry. Dude doesn’t believe in moisturizer and the years of traveling as a healer and afterwards just roughened his skin, both literally and metaphorically speaking. In contrast Cephy takes great care of her hands. Always carries hand cream with her, makes sure her nails aren’t too long, makes sure not to do anything that will overstrain her wrist or break her arm.
  • One time when practicing a four-hand piece together or Ardyn actually took off his gloves and Cephy couldn’t help but grab his hand, bring it close to his face, rub over the back of his hand with her finger a couple of times before deadpanning “You need to moisturize your hand more often. It’s like its only composed of dead skin”. He never heeded her advice, but since then he’s always looking for small window of opportunities to grab her hand and/or touch it because he likes the feeling of her soft hand against his. Would probably never admit it though.
  • Also Ardyn is slightly fascinated by how small and delicate her hand is compared to his and yet she never backs down from mastering a difficult piano piece that has lots of jumps and more than an octave interval in it.
  • Yooo can you imagine though when Ardyn is like ‘let’s compare hand size’ and she puts her hand against his palm to palm and evidently his hand so much bigger than her and just before Cephy is about to put her hand away Ardyn he slips his finger between hers, intertwining them. Cephy is all blushy and cheeks red because wow they are holding hands now how did that happen while that Motherhugger just smirks at her.
  • A very rare sight, but when you’re lucky your can sometimes catch Ardyn humming to himself. Most cases it’s when he is in a good mood, the humming is a sight hat everything is going according to plan.
  • Doesn’t sing though. Like Cephy is pretty sure he has a very very nice singing voice, but Ardyn just doesn’t sing when there is people around. Under normal circumstances Cephy would beg a little but give this is Ardyn begging at that man is never a good idea.
  • Tried to teach Cephy how to dance the waltz once. Has never met someone as clumsy as her. His bad leg couldn’t handle the mistreatment any longer.
  • There is this really well written 50 page analysis essay written about how Ardyn might have a bad leg, and I totally accept that headcanon. I can totally see Cephy being a dick when it comes to climbing up a lot of stairs; she’d just walk up ahead until she is at the top and then turn around and look down and watch how Ardyn is taking his time to climb up the fifty million stairs because bad leg.
  • Once Ardyn is almost at the top - where a very smug looking Cephy is waiting for him - he stops at one or two steps below her, so they’d be standing at almost the same height, staring at each other. For some reason that bastard began to smirk, and Cephy’s began to falter. Ardyn was planning something, and that never meant anything good for her. However her stubborn side told her not to back down from this staring contest.
  • His smirk widened more, because it meant she fell for his bait. Slowly Ardyn raised a hand and it started to play with a strand of hair before tucking it behind her ear. Now her smirk disappeared completely. Still she tried to stand her ground. Ardyn began to graze his finger over her check, relishing the soft feeling. Her lips parted slightly. He leaned in a bit closer, taking in her scent. Cephy’s eyes dropped to Arden’s lips before darting back to stare into his amber eyes again. Too late, Ardyn got exactly the reaction he was hoping for. Quickly before she could pull away, he planted a kiss at the corner of her lips.
  • His stubble grazed her skin lightly, it tickled slightly. The smell of metal and old wood surrounded her. Then there was the feeling of his lips against hers. Or rather the corner of her lips. For someone who never uses lip balms, Ardyn’s lips were surprisingly soft. And suddenly Cephy wanted to know how they would feel fully against her own lips. He pulled away too soon, victory dancing in his eyes.
  • Cephy briefly debated if she should just push him off the stairs, but by then Ardyn has tipped his hat at her and began to move past her, stating “it’s not nice to make an old man wait”.
  • Oh yeah, Cephy would also totally pretend the kiss never happened but nu uh Ardyn would not even subtly remind her that it did happen.

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