yea okay no bye
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@snakehawks
yea okay no bye
seeya never alligators
see you space cowboy...
//leaving tumblr. dm me today for discord if you wanna rp using that.
Breaking News in Quincy’s Mohawk Saga: he’s cool af
//wanna say I’m grateful to have had a chance to write this guy and the precious doggo like 6 or so times. See you all in another lifetime I guess.
//thanks to all maybe 5 people who did a thing with me, this is likely goodbye.
//maybe I suck so... might just go. not like anyone will miss me.
(badlydrawn-jocelynkujo) “Uh...hello?” Jocelyn waves.
Have a Narancia looking around, spotting no one else and figuring out he’s the one being waved at, before waving back and looking around again just in case he missed someone, or an animal. “Yeah, ‘llo.”
She approached him, a little nervous.
There is a light tension to his form, because he will never not be completely on guard around strangers he meets for the first time. He needs a modicum of personal space too like anyone.
“Need anythin?”
@snakehawks
a.. stray dog? well, it was an unfortunate reality that shelters did not have enough places for them, further supported by the fact barely money was ever left for funding them. whether wild and feral, or pets let loose by irresponsible owners who could not afford it anymore, it was true that bruno could do little to help them. he hated that fact, but the very least he could do was provide food on this rainy day.
‘ –are you hungry? ‘ he calls out softly as a hand held onto the handle of the umbrella, a light drizzle passing by as the open streets were nearly empty, the dog had no collar on so he thought it was safe to assume he had no owner. hopefully it would understand his intentions as there was a bakery further down the path, he could buy something. firstly, they’d need to establish some form of friendship, or at least one without hostility. ‘ if you’d like, i can buy you some food and water. ‘ his tone was quiet and calm, squatting down to be on more even level with the other.
Doing what dogs were to do, scrounging around places and at times people for his own enjoyment, the animal seemed quite nonchalant about his own fate here. Could he have been one of the pets that had been lucky enough to get taken to a shelter with some space earlier? Had he been, he would simply have founda way to get out of what humans might call being provided for.
There is no way to know for certain, but today finds the dog here in Italy, strolling the streets casually, sniffing at all and nothing. This wandering is paused when the small main walkway ceases to be empty and a human comes over. How many humans have come over? He stopped counting. Humans always get to his level.
Oh, but this human smells nice. A little bit invading to his nose, but he learned human standards. The initial reaction to the query is for him to cock his head and approach one, two steps. An ear pricks up. Eyebrows lift, perhaps in expectation. He certainly looks attentive, sitting on his haunches.
Looking oh so deceptively like a good boy...
(badlydrawn-jocelynkujo) “Uh...hello?” Jocelyn waves.
Have a Narancia looking around, spotting no one else and figuring out he’s the one being waved at, before waving back and looking around again just in case he missed someone, or an animal. “Yeah, ‘llo.”
//I forgot about this sinday sunday thing.. I guess there is nothing for me to do today then lol
//not sure what I am even doing here c.c; pondering getting into this war of fangs thing but... eh... not sure :( it isn’t like I feel anyone’d interact.
//I make someone happy? I dunno I barely did anything here lol but thanks. <3
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he spotted a dog lingering inside the hotel lobby. someone’s pet, maybe? he wasn’t sure, but that didn’t stop him from tearing off a piece of the sandwich he was carrying, and placing it down at the dog’s level.
❝ here, eat up. ❞
Employees of the hotel had long since stopped trying to remove the dog from their premises, so one would find the animal lounging comfortably near a small coffee table.
Ears shifted as he perceived a presence even before seeing the human, Iggy proceeding at first to stare at the yet-unknown man. Trusting people was not his forte, but he would certainly take the free food, sniffing eagerly at for a split second before -watch those fingers- all but wolfing it down like the dog he appears to be.
One would think a dog with a full stomach is a happy dog, but there really seems to be little outward change in the dog’s apparent demeanor despite the bountiful offering.
A pause in that munching, however, as beyond that sandwich, he detects an oddly peculiar smell from that human.
//not sure if doing this was the right idea... lol.
Ah! Perfect, with a grin, he knelt down enough to point at a location on his map. “This….hotel…where is it?” he asked, pointing at the circled area of his map. This kid probably was with a parent or something, so he thought maybe he can buy him an ice cream for his troubles. Kids like ice cream, right?
Oh. Well that was easy. Granted, the hotel was already circled out on the map, and if there was a thing Narancia could read, it was a map. It might have been another matter entirely if it had been a town he did not know and if the word hotel was not something internationally known.
Holding up an index, amusement far from having died down, he scouts for their osition on the map and points at the paper, then eastwards with his free hand. “Two.. bricks.” He means blocks, but he approximates english from rap lyrics, probably. Supposedly the other has to turn since he is tracing the path to follow with one finger and swerving his other hand left. “...eeeh...” He forgot just what left is though.
“Qui~” The directions are at least simple, and maybe, just maybe the tourist will not get lost. Narancia sure does look proud as he points at the hotel on the map, his other finger in its plausible direction miles out.
@snakehawks
Italy….the amazing and glorious place Josuke had wanted to visit for so long…It was all here. The sight of it all caused the male to sniffle a bit, then rub his eye for fear of looking vulnerable. God damn….this place was GORGEOUS. Nothing like the text books or what Koichi had said it was.
“Wow….” Truly an amazing sight. It if it wasn’t for the fact the male was already 18, he probably would’ve started running about to start spending his money. But now, being a bit older and with a bit of a cooler head, he knew better.
Though it wouldn’t stop him from looking like a tourist. Noticing a boy passing by, he got his attention quickly. “Excuse me? Uhh…d-do you um…” oh great. How was he supposed to speak to this kid? Pulling out a Japanese to italian dictionary, he blinks before glancing at him. “Parli Giapponese?”
Italy was indeed full of glorious and hictorically-charged streets with many a sight to enrapture and cause wonderment, but another thing one might forget would be the other aspect that would neverendingly tease the senses: smell, and there were indeed glorious smells indeed. From freshly-baked bread be it pizza crust or loaves, wine and fruit aroma, tomato sauce or a distinctly marine breeze from fish that were always the freshest, Italy was a treasure for all senses.
To one that lived here all their life -and oh what a life it had been- and seen the darkest corners, it was debatable if such wonders had the same effect as on an awestruck first-time visitor. Narancia was minding his own buisness as usual, going from one place to another when this stranger grabbed his attention.
Oh, he thought. A tourist. Japanese, then. He does not happen to know any other language than Italian, and maybe some english. Had he not been alone, he could have shoved Fugo or Buccellati at this guy. They were both far more knowledgeable in other languages. Alas, there was no such luck, however he had a rather easy way to save himself from getting into a situation he wasn’t fond of, and all he had to do was to say no. No, it is a fact. He does not speak japanese, and was about to announce as such when he finall fully turned to fully face him… …and then burst out into laughter. “Fantastico!” He exclaimed inbetween bouts. Because by the gods, that hair was beyond words. It was like something out of a movie, or comic book. Something so unreal and yet so perfect he could not believe he was seeing it. Maybe someone was filming a movie nearby.
Oh–
Ok he didn’t expect to be laughed at. Eyes fluttering in surprise, he reeled back if not slightly, not sure of how to really respond to the jovial laughing.
“U-Uhh….d-do…you speak….e-english? M-Maybe?” He stated in the most broken English he knew. Granted, he knew how to, it was just so hard to really enunciate the words clearly. He knew his accent was heavy, so he tried to be as clear as possible to the other.
Hadn’t it been for the boys unusual patience, he probably would’ve left the other alone, if it wasnt’ for the fact he was so totally lost.
That tourist is still trying to ask him things? Well then, he should try and focus. The keyword here is try, because he is still chuckling. Maybe this guy is just lost, right?
Besides, if he thinks about this a little more, tourists are supposed to come with alot of money. Maybe he’ll be rewarded for helping, right? So yes. English.. He knows excessively fragmented words. Enough so that it’s a wonder there is plural on that assessment, but he sure can try. Finally clearing the laughter to chuckle onto only light laugh-wheezing, the teenager gives a nod, bringing up a hand to show a tiny, tiny space between his index and thumb. “Si, little~” Yes, small like that, but he has nothing pressing at the moment, so why not se what is to be earned from this?