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Now THIS is art.
Have I reblogged this before. I donât care, How absolutely amazing this is.Â
IT JUST GOT BETTER
Fukutaro The Cat On Things
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When the sorcerer found the dragon, it was attacking a grape.
This was only possible because the dragon was not much larger than a grape itself, but she still had to do a double take to be sure the object it was fighting with such animosity was in fact inanimate.
She crouched so that her eyes were level with the top of the table and squinted at it. The dragon sank its tiny fangs into the grapeâs skin and gave a great tug, succeeding only in throwing it and the grape into a backwards tumble. The tiny green reptile rolled to a stop with its whole body wrapped around the grape and shook its head ferociously, managing to pull its teeth out but also launching the grape across the table. It gave a mighty roar of anger (about as loud as a human clearing their throat) and stalked after it, tail swishing dangerously.
âDo you need help?â she offered.
The dragon froze mid-prowl and whipped its head around to look at her, looking so offended she almost apologized for asking.
âI mean, I could peel it for you, if thatâs the problem.â She wasnât sure it was getting the message. One could never tell how much human language these little creatures picked up by hanging around the magic labs. Some understood only such essentials as âscat!â or âoh fuck, that sure did just explodeâ, while others could hold entire conversations â if they deigned to interact.
This one looked like it was deciding whether she was worthy. Finally, it sniffed daintily and flicked its tail, scales clacking together. âLittle monster is my prey, and you canât have it. Found it first. Will devour it!â
âOh, sure,â she agreed. âBut you know itâs a grape, right?â
This was the wrong thing to say. It glared at her and then bounded away to the other end of the table, where it slithered up to the grape and pounced on it.
Grape and dragon promptly rolled off the edge of the table.
The sorcerer quickly went around to that side, alarmed that it would be stepped on. The labs were bustling with shoppers stopping by to watch demonstrations this time of day, and a small dragon wouldnât be easily visible on the blue and green tiled floor.
âHorrible! Dirty!â The tiny dragon was screeching at the top of its lungs, holding onto its prey for dear life. It would have been hard to hear anyway, with all the noise of the labs, but with the sorcererâs diminished hearing it took several seconds to locate the screaming creature.
She scanned the pattern of the tiles for it and sighed. âOh, hold on, we mopped this morning.â She cupped her hands around it and deposited it into her skirt pocket, an indignity the dragon endured only with more screaming.
âAn outrage! Put me down!â
âShh,â she advised. Lab workers were strongly discouraged from bringing creatures into the back rooms, which was where she was heading, picking her way through the crowded front lab.
âFuck pockets!â her pocket responded.
âOh, you can curse. Wonderful.â
The dragon seemed to take this as an actual compliment. âAm multitalented. Can also compose poetry.â
âReally? Can I hear some?â
âNo. For dragon ears only.â It sounded viciously pleased to hold this over her head. The bulge in her pocket rearranged itself, and she thought it might be trying to gnaw on the grape.
She felt herself smiling even as she tried to squash her mouth into a straight line. She liked this little bad-tempered thing, even though its spiky feet were digging into her thigh.
In the much quieter kitchen of the back rooms behind the lab, she transferred the wriggling, scaly handful from her pocket to the table. The dragon hissed out a few more insults as it got up and straightened itself out, but its jaw fell open when it finally took in its surroundings. Sheâd set it down next to the fruit bowl.
âThere you go. Food mountain.â
The dragonâs shock didnât last long. Abandoning the grape, it scraped and scrabbled its way up the side of the bowl and from there onto an apple, its claws leaving tiny puncture marks as it hiked to the top of the arrangement. âFood mountain!â It repeated, its gleeful crowing much clearer and almost sing-song without having to compete with the noise of the crowd.
She watched it turn in a circle, surveying the feast. âBut⌠cannot eat it all,â it observed after a while, crestfallen. âHuman-sized. Big shame.â
âDonât you have nest-mates who can help you with it?â she asked. She had assumed not, from the way it had apparently been foraging for food on its own, but she needed to be sure sheâd found a loner.
âNo nest. No mates. No nest-mates. Youâre rude.â It flopped down ungracefully, wings spread out flat on the apple like it was trying to hug the entire much-larger fruit.
She gave it a moment to be dramatic, and then offered it the grape, minus the peel. âYou seem to have a good grasp on human-speak.â
It grabbed the grape without so much as a thank you. âYes. Have composed poetry in both Dragonese and Humanese. Not for humans to hear, though.â Bragging cheered it up a little.
âYou mentioned. I canât hear very well, anyway.â She pulled up a stool and sat down. âActually, Iâve been looking for a helper.â
âAn assistant,â it said, apparently showing off its Humanese. âAn attendant. An aid.â
She watched it bury its snout in the grape, juice dribbling down onto the apple it sat on. âYes. A hearing aid. How would you feel about having a job?â
It smiled craftily. âWould feel positively, if job comes with chocolate chips.â
âIt could,â she said, grinning. She had some friends who employed bird-sized dragons as messengers, but this was the first time sheâd heard of one negotiating its salary for itself. âIt certainly could. Whatâs your name?â
âPeep,â said Peep. âIt is self-explanatory.â
âDonât worry, I got it.â
Peep expressed its doubt that humans ever got anything, but she thought the tiny, prickly creature might be warming up to her.
Fuck pockets! XD
Concept: youâve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.
Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.
Iâm not about to kinkshame a whole aquarium but
carry me into the sunset, my cephalopod prince
friends, you donât understand. This ad campaign was goddamn HUGE. They bought out the entirety of multiple train stations in Boston with these. There are so many more, and theyâre all this same beautiful combination of questionable/amazing.
@lynne-monstr
This is the best thing in my life
omg, @hiddenlacuna, itâs all your wildest dreams come true.
Just throw me in the tanks and leave me be.
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@seananmcguire⌠did ⌠did someone break into your brain and think this up?Â
so last night I had a dream that everyone in scooby doo went to college or something except for shaggy and scooby and shaggy was morosely trading in the mystery machine for a prius and the last thing I remember before waking up was scooby saying âraggy whyâ and shaggy goes âwe need a car with better gas mileage scoobâ
although character backgrounds are fairly fluid through the Scooby Doo franchise, of all the gang, Norville âShaggyâ Roberts is A> the most financially well of, and B>the most likely to get an athletic scholarship. Daphneâs parents are rich, but she has for sisters, and the money is her parents still. Shaggy however is the sole beneficiary of the estate of his late uncle Beauregard, who left him an unspecifiedly large fortune and a large southern plantation. Shaggy is independently wealthy. Shaggy is also said, at multiple points across the various series, to have, in high school, won numerous awards in both Track and gymnastics. Coupled with the fact that he can outrun Scooby at times, and Great Danes can sustain speeds of 30 mph, means Shaggy can outrun Usain Bolt, atleast is thereâs a mummy behind him, or a pizza at the finish line.
TL:DR Shaggy is doing fine and you donât need to worry about him.
Now, letâs talk about how, CANNONICALLY, Scooby can speak human languages because he is distantly related to dread CthulhuâŚ
of all the useless information compiled on this website, this is the best thing Iâve ever heard
Wait wait wait Scooby is WHAT NOW
A new circle of hell
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my dad just exploded into laughter out of nowhere and told me âimagine the lion king but with sea lionsâ he has been chuckling about it for 5 straight minutes now
apparently it doesnât matter that iâve told him 10 times itâs the monkey who raises the newborn and not the lion himself, this is the scene he has been imagining
âhe canât raise his kid over his headâ
I want it
okay but have you considered
Dog does not understand
This is surreal