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[guileandfuryaaa]

a horrible fact you have to accept: other kariians probably refer to yeskiv as a "karen" behind her back

i hate this ask and i hate you

[sigmarhada]

“ stop trying to touch it. ”  for a third time, ardaka reached out and slid the gun out of reach, once more undoing the vanx’s efforts to grapple it.  “ i don’t want you shooting yourself. ...you’d probably be fine, but neither of us want to deal with it. ”

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[covertbra]

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Give me your skin before I call my dad on you >:(

      “I’m not in sshed. Come back in a month.”

[starbornlioness]

Changeling children

Pick an au where Kaly adopts (forcibly or otherwise) Pidge/Katie and Shiro. Between @pafallende , @impfiltration / @wilyacme , and myself,  there’s about half a dozen of them floating around. 

Also I wanted to explore some of the familial relationships between Kaly and her mum because they just.... don’t get along. 

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As her life continued, she realized she was going to return home in the future, for one reason or another. As much as she missed her home, she wasn’t thrilled to return to her mother. She had to speak to the elder before then. Surprising Matron Aruna any other way with this news was going to end...  poorly. There was a process that must be followed when one introduced cubs to society.

The call with Matron Aruna did not start as they typically did; Kalyana had made a pointed effort to include the two behind her within view of the screen, where her mother could see them. She had not made mention of them when she contacted the matron to schedule a time for this call, and there was some satisfaction in watching her mother stare at the children behind her. 

“Those are your cubs.” Her question was more of a flat statement than an inquiry, the one that always had Kalyana’s ears flattening in response. She nodded. 

“Daughter, were they switched at birth?” 

Shiro looked over at this and Kalyana gestured with her tail for him to return to minding Katie. 

“They weren’t.” She replied in a tone as painfully neutral as she could muster. “It was a home birth.” 

Just not her own. 

“I had not heard you were carrying.” 

She hadn’t been, but even if she had, she was never going to tell her mother that. 

“Respectfully, Matron, but we have not spoken in close to twenty common cycles.” 

“Indeed.” The conversation petered out after that, the older nemean watching the two over Kalyana’s shoulder. The sneer on her mother’s face didn’t quite face, but it lessened. Kalyana could hazard a guess as to what her mother was thinking; better half-breed children than none at all. Finally, her mother’s expression turned into one of grudging respect; ears attuned to her daughter and body language, specifically her wings, forced into a tense openness. 

“You may now call me Aruna, daughter. You are finally a matron yourself- you should have sent word as soon as you had become one- the honor seems to have been a long time coming, judging by their sizes. I hope you’ve settled on a name as well.” 

She had not. 

She had forgotten about that tradition, having never expected to partake in it in her lifetime. 

“I have.” She lied. Her mother nodded, approvingly. 

“When you return for the solstice, you shall introduce that as well as your litters’ to the rest of the council of matrons.”

The image cut out, startling Kalyana. She hadn’t been able to tell her mother that she wouldn’t be attending this solstice. She groaned, slumping forward onto her desk. She regretted taking Amereyu’s advice. 

[covertbra]

ooc. Which do you prefer: Bar tending or being librarian?

      “I enjoy the company of my bookss mosst of all. That ssaid, one does meet interessting individualss tending barss. I couldn’t tell you how many sstoriess I’ve heard in my dayss.” 

It was hard to pick between the two, but nothing quite beat the rustic feel of being surrounded by so much… effort, for lack of a better word. It was different from the more modern libraries with their shelves full of datapads of copied and pasted books. Leather-bound paper felt so much more personal.  

      “Bessidess. I live in my library. There iss no place like home, yess?”

[guileandfuryaaa]

"But I'm scared."

          ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛʀɪᴀʀᴄʜ sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ.  the slightest twitch of her ears,  her visage as impassive as ever even in the wake of the tears that she saw budding in the child’s eyes  ;  still and seemingly patient for her to stop.  she had heard it before,  in that exact little warble  ;  a fearful keening cry.  it reminded her of her own,  the way it always did.  the very corners of her lowermost maw twitched,   curling into the ghost of a frown.

yeskiv hated that word.  but.  nothing she wanted to hear ever followed it,  and a declaration of fear made it even worse.  no matter how predictable.

          ❝ scared... ❞  she echoed in an almost mocking lilt,  staring down the length of her snout at the child who seemed so far away,  so tiny and insignificant.  it could be amusing.  as it was,  though,  the kariian only felt ɪɴᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ.  she sighed,  considered grasping the cub by the back of her neck,  but instead turned away,  flippant and indifferent. 

          ❝ you should not be afraid,  sweet one. ❞  spoke the dictator, with all the niceness of an adult revuriar,  lifting a hand to summon an array of pink-red HUDs that hovered in the air,  lights blinking as fingers tapped against a holographic keyboard.   ❝ there is nothing to fear.  ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ.  now hush,  and save your fear for a less pathetic time. ❞

[vin-robles]

« i hope you get stung by a thousand bees. »

Animal Crossing Starters | Accepting

“Nice try but bees don’t even exist within city limits.” Vin kept her concentration on her cooking, a flick of her wrist sending a flapjack spinning into the air. Not a tremendous technical feat, but considering she’d been pinning Vanx to the floor with her toe of her left boot while she balanced on her right, there was a certain degree of difficulty to it that brought a smirk to her face when the flapjack stuck its landing back in the center of the pan.

“Now knock yer shit off or I’m not gonna share my breakfast with you.” She shot the child a knowing glare, fully expecting an outburst that was always sure to follow her threats.

[vin-robles]

Achievement unlocked: Befriend gremlin child.

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