Not Now, Herobrine.

You don't know me (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/AoWiXvg0FW Error hasn't lived a grate life, with the horrors of his job constantly haunting his mind he stopped doing many a thing to just feel vaguely okay. Ink starts to take notice of this an it makes him question how well he knows the other.

Waylon Jones finds Danny hiding in the sewers

Waylon was used to people seeing him as a monster. He had been called a freak or a monster since childhood, with people sneering at him and looking down on him for what he looked like.

Waylon could count on one hand the number of people who treated him like a normal person. Grundy was one. Roy was another. Harley treated him fine.

Danny was the first time someone had seen him and not even reacted. Danny just shared his food with him, smiling at him and chatting about random things. He didn’t mind Waylon’s scales or the sharp teeth. He just accepted it.

Danny saw him for him.

So when Danny, with bright green eyes and his hood finally down and showcasing the pale pointed ears and green blush, admitted why he was down in the sewers? When the small boy traced a hand over surgical scars Waylon had never seen before as he whispered about the group calling him a freak?

Well, Waylon had been seen as a monster for a long time.

Why not prove them right?

oh whoops I meant to post this earlier

silly thing I made because familoier is everything to me

a friend helped me with the translations :]

That look so cute asleep like that.

don’t TALK TO THEM they’re SLEEPING

- mod garbage

Welcome to Irk!

Irk is the fourth planet within its solar system, with 5 moons orbiting the ringed planet. All 5 of Irks moons are used in some way, shape, or form.

Gryne, a moon that is generally gray in color with a singular planetary ring, is used for any in house Irken technology production. This includes, but is not limited to, Paks and their necessary parts (generally in larger amounts due to Paks needing replacement parts is individuals end up on a planet inhospitable to proper upkeep of these devices), the majority of all laser-based weapons, Smeetery tubes and monitoring/development technology, portable housing units, and a plethora of other objects.

Khyroph, the smallest moon in Irk orbit that has a deep purple atmosphere that is impossible for any being outside the atmosphere to see into, contains the Irken empires largest infirmary (around 3/4ths of the planet) as well as the secondary Smeeterys.

Pong-pong, the largest moon in Irken orbit with a lighter pink atmosphere than the main Irken planet, is used as a farming type planet, though the majority of the moon is used as grounds for the secondary population of Bwasps as well as their pray species and preferred plant life. Although Irkens do use a small part of the planet to grow chyrot and gewie fruit.

Ortang, also called prisony, is an orange planet that was once uninhabitable due to the large amount of iron in the atmosphere. However due to atmotats the planet was now able to be used as a mining and prison based planet. Most if not all prisoners of invasion or Irkens who were spared from decommission after poor performance evaluation end up on this pile of rock to work the mines.

Lastly Miyuki, the current title of the moon after the untimely passing of Tallest Miyuki though occasional outsiders and old files still refer to it as Bytronia, is the vacation hot spot within the Irken solar system. From extreme sports to large scale amusement parks to natural springs and seas, the planet can keep any visitor entertained for decades.

Pronunciation

Gryne: gr-i-n

Khyroph: K-i-rope

Chyrot: Ch-i-root

Gewie: G-ew-y

Ortang: Or-Tang

Atmotats: At-mo- tats

Bytronia- Bye-t-r-on-ie-a

can you write anything at all with hunted and cold :> platonic or romantic your choice

(Of course! To me, they'd think the other is so weird yet interesting, and they'd just be circling each other like weird little creatures. Anyways, enjoy!)

Cold sighed, gritting his teeth in impatience and growing irritation. Sneaking and hiding had always seemed so useless to Cold. Why tiptoe around the danger and wait around, when you could face it head on and experience the moment fully?

Cold thought the whole thing was tedious and unnecessary, but he still found himself doing exactly that-sneaking around his house.

He pressed his back into the walls of the hallway, face wincing in pain at the discomfort, but he pushed that discomfort aside. He could deal with it. He could let it fester longer.

What he could not deal with, was the constant looking over his shoulder and feeling of eyes staring at him from seemingly nowhere. It gave Cold almost no time to think or inspect all his hard work.

He froze, hearing a door slowly open from somewhere in the house, and he strained to hear how far away it was.

After a few minutes of nothing but silence, Cold decided to risk it, quietly creeping down the hallway, making his way to the front door.

If he could make it outside, it would give him more room to hide and lose his pursuer.

He peeked out down the hallway, staring at the front door, his one ticket to freedom and away from all this pointless chasing.

He waited another ten seconds, listening out for any noises. When none came, he took his chance.

He rushed out, wings twitching and jerking uncomfortably behind him-and Cold immediately heard the sound of footsteps stomping after him.

He sighed sharply in frustration, but refused to turn around. He kept running for the front door, his arm reaching out for the handle-when he felt an iron grip around his other arm.

Cold stumbled right in front of the door, twisting his body around and snapping his elbow out as he spun, back slamming into the front door as Hunted let go of his wrist to instead catch his elbow, glaring at Cold as he shoved him further against the door.

Cold glared into Hunted's eyes, who made a low growling noise in the back of his throat. They held that intensity tight, neither one backing down-until Cold realised it was pointless, and he sagged against Hunted's grip with a sigh.

"Surely there are more important matters than this to tend to," Cold said, not missing the flicker of satisfaction in Hunted's eyes at having won this battle.

Hunted didn't lessen his grip, but his posture did lose some if its tension and his glare softened slightly, scanning Cold's body thoroughly for anything else out of place, because they both knew what the most pressing issue at hand was.

"No," was Hunted's eventual reply, and then he suddenly yanked Cold forward. "I have nothing else to do today."

Cold sighed in defeat, giving an experimental tug to at least try and escape his fate, but one look of warning that Hunted flashes at him let him know that his fate was sealed.

Hunted began dragging Cold along to his room, and Cold made a point to make no effort at all in walking as well, his clawed feet scraping the wooden floor as he was dragged off to his doom.

Hunted sighed sharply, and that at least was satisfying to Cold, until Hunted said, "Why do you make things so difficult?"

"I didn't ask you to get involved in my business," Cold shot back, and Hunted tightened his grip on him. "When you try things that could harm yourself, it becomes my business," Hunted retorted with, and Cold rolled his eyes.

Cold looked down at the other for a moment, thinking of any way to get Hunted to snap-but it was as if Hunted read his mind, and he suddenly twisted around and threw Cold over his shoulder.

Cold grunted in pain, feeling Hunted's claws almost digging into his back, his head spinning from the swift movement.

If anybody walked in right now, it would surely be an amusing sight, considering that Cold was one of the tallest, and Hunted one of the smallest, just an inch or two taller than Broken. Cold's fingertips were lightly grazing the floorboards, and he could feel his knees against Hunted's stomach, but the other didn't seem to be struggling to carry him at all.

Hunted carried him into a room, and it was only then that Cold realised that they were actually in Hunted's room-evident from the pillows and blankets strewn about the place, along with dark smudges of mud here and there.

Hunted threw him onto his nest, and Cold had barely made impact before Hunted jumped on top of him, sitting on his back and keeping him pinned.

Cold sighed, knowing that fighting Hunted was a useless effort, and that Hunted would never slip up and give him the opportunity to fight back or get away.

He could feel Hunted glaring daggers into him. "You brought this on yourself."

"Because I was curious."

"You know what happens when you don't preen!"

All of this fighting, all because Cold hadn't preened in a couple of days.

Well, it was more like a couple of weeks at this point.

Cold knew it could get uncomfortable, but he wanted to see how far he could take it, how much his wings could handle while being all twisted up. He wanted to feel that crawling itching all over his body and fight against it, see how his wings would fare.

Of course, Hunted freaked out when he found out, and now here they were.

The moment that Cold felt Hunted move the first feather back into place, was when he gave a true sigh of defeat, slumping in place.

He would wince in slight pain at every feather that had been twisted into odd angles, his back feeling as if it were on fire.

Cold hated preening. He hated the sitting around and waiting while someone did it for him, and he couldn't be trusted to do it himself because this happened.

He heard Hunted sigh in frustration. "You're lucky I caught you when I did. Who knows what would've happened."

"That's what I was trying to find out," Cold mumbled under his breath, not even attempting to hide the bitterness and annoyance from his voice-and then Hunted flicked the back of his head.

"I don't understand how you couldn't love your wings," Hunted quietly said, sounding extremely focused on his task, his fingers running over Cold's wings with a softness but also an urgency, as if he had been waiting for this moment. At least Cold managed to evade him for as long as he did. At least he achieved something from all this.

"You have nice and wide wings, perfect for flying," Hunted continued, "and yet you do this to them."

"Preening is boring," Cold said, and he felt Hunted's claws did further into his feathers. "You know I hate boring. I wanted to test my limits, see how much my wings could take."

"You could have permanently damaged them and your ability to fly," Hunted hissed at him, one hand gripping Cold's side to keep him down. "You would have done all that just to stave away boredom?"

Cold rolled his eyes. "You sound like Paranoid," he muttered, turning his face to rest his cheek against a blanket which smelled like roses, a scent that was usually associated with Smitten.

"It's easy to make yourself feel nice," Cold softly said, and Hunted slowed down his preening, a sign that he was listening. "Just delude yourself with thinking that you're great and that you deserve nice things, and that's so easy it's boring. Feeling nice is dull, but feeling bad and unusual is exciting."

Cold tried to look over his shoulder at Hunted, but he found it to be a fruitless task so he flopped back down with a sigh.

"Making yourself feel grotesque in a way that doesn't come naturally to you is interesting-it makes you view yourself differently when all you want to do is feel good about yourself. Hatred is interest-"

"No it's not," Hunted interrupted, and Cold blinked in surprise.

Hunted's touch was still soft and precise as he bluntly said, "Hating something is easy. You can hate anything no matter how big or small it is. Just look at Broken. He still doesn't like himself even after months of being away from Tower. The hatred is buried deep, and it is not fun to watch."

Hunted roughly twisted a feather until it fell off his wings, making Cold wince just a tiny bit. From the corner of his eye, he saw a small pile of feathers to the right of him, feathers that looked too damaged to be saved.

"Loving is what's hard," Hunted declared, and Cold was about to refute him, when the other continued, "Feeling the need to stay with something or someone despite all their flaws and habits, despite your brain telling you to stay away from them-like you, for example."

Cold froze beneath him. "What?" was all he managed to say.

"Loving you is hard, because you refuse to make it easy for me. You don't care about safety or survival, and the things that interest you only terrify me, and you rarely listen to anyone else. I'm constantly making sure you don't try and pull stunts like this."

Hunted pressed the tip of a claw into the centre of Cold's back, and despite all the itching he was feeling, that was what Cold felt the most in that moment.

"It's difficult to love difficult people, but we can't help it. I still love and care for you, no matter how many times you try to ruin your body for no real reason."

Hunted sighed, then leaned forward to kiss the top of Cold's head. "Love is what's dark and messy."

Hunted went back to preening without another care in the world then, and Cold-well, he thought about that conversation for the rest of the day.

... I don't know why, but this is supper adorable.

Bowser Jr. loves Waffle House Bakery! Whenever he and his father visit Mushroom Kingdom they’re always sure to stop by and grab some of their very tasty treats. Jr really likes the tall green guy too, Luigi; he’s super nice and his mustache is cool and he always tells the best stories.

But Jr. isn’t naïve. He’s been noticing how weirdly his ba acts around green man. Red faced, stumb-ly words, shy. His ba is not shy. Maybe Bowser likes green man too?

But like… likes likes him. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

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I hope ya’ll like this small and sweet comic! :)

So cute! I wish this could happen to me!

Total party wipe in my DnD game the other night. Damn op kittens.

I love this, because it feels to true withing the Minecraft multiverse.

[attempts to communicate my mulitverse spanning species lore]

ah damn it i've just made more inhuman keralis propaganda

I didn't know there was a picture list of the frizze's dresses.