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Your friend group can be 3 of space's deadliest warriors and a maniacal lagomorph. (Left 4 Dead 2)
#left 4 dead#left 4 dead 2#l4d#l4d2#sam and max#max sam and max#samus#samus aran#metroid#master chief#halo#doomguy#l4d2 memes#left 4 dead 2 memes
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So I came up with a concept of my own multiverse night at the inventory thing, featuring ghost max….
We have 10 players in total: Sam, Demon Sam, Swap Sam, Samantha, Werewolf Sam, Max, Saint Max, Swap Max, Maxine, and our beloved Ghost Max.
The Sams and the Maxs both play at their own tables, talking to their own groups, like that extremely awesome Ao3 Fic, credit to the writer for coming up with that idea/srs.
Info about these certain multiverse sams and maxs:
Sam: just your average canon Sam, he’s been through all the stuff that happened in the games/cartoon/comics, he’s the Sam ever. Just this time, with a dead Max and an alive Max companions.
Demon Sam: After becoming the new ruler of the underworld, he’s decided to take it easy in life, or unlife? He doesn’t have as many Satan-y responsibilities as he thought he would, so he just hangs out with his very adorable angel husband. He has a more stern demeanor but he means well, I think? Him and Saint Max are called the Freelance Holy Ones. (Despite how unholy the two can really be)
Swap Sam: Sam but instead of being a more levelheaded detective, he’s almost just like normal Max in every way possible, yes, even height wise. Swap Sam is everything you could ever want in a rabid dog, he even probably has rabies. He loves to run around and cause trouble, he gets mistaken for a puppy sometimes due to his height and chubby physique. Him and Swap Max are still called the Freelance Police.
Samantha: Samantha (Sam for short but that gets confusing fast.) is literally just Sam but he’s wearing more feminine clothes. Honestly you could look at em and just assume it’s Sam in his drag persona. Samantha acts a bit more feminine than Sam as well, but not too much to make it obnoxious. I like to think she has a very nice and smooth middle age woman voice? I’m not sure how to explain it. Her and Maxine are still the Freelance Police as expected.
Werewolf Sam: This Sam has been a werewolf ever since he was little, inherited from his parents, he had the ability to transform into a werewolf during a classic full moon, but recently, as he’s gotten older, the werewolf part has since become more prominent and now he’s more werewolf than normal dog. He doesn’t entirely mind this, even though he has violent tendencies more often, he’s still a very wholesome and sweet guy, Max calls him his big ol’ dangerous teddy bear. Max is his werewolf caretaker, after formerly being a werewolf hunter, he decided to give up the job in order to support his Sam.
Max: Everyone’s favorite little lagomorph, he’s the same ol’ max from the ending of 305. We all know him, we all love him.
Saint Max: Saint Max is everything holy and good in the world, which is what he likes to think he is. Saint Max often acts nice and chipper, always seeing the best of EVERYTHING ever but underneath that thinly veiled self, there’s a thirsty little bastard gremlin who can be a brat sometimes. People think that some of Demon Sam had rubbed off on Saint Max, but no, that’s how he’s always been.
Swap Max: Swap Max is basically just Max but with Sam’s personality, but I made this personality slightly more edgy like Noir Sam. Why? Cus I thought it’d be interesting. Swap Max is still a rabbity thing, but he’s much taller now, he’s also bulked up slightly but not much. He still has a comedic side like Sam but it comes out a little less, but one thing I do know, is that he uses long winded words and sentences just like any normal Sam would.
Maxine: Maxine is EXACTLY like Max, in almost every way, she’s just Max with a bow around her neck and some yass queen earrings. Her voice is slightly raspier and her mannerisms have a touch of feminine traits, but she’s still just Max in a cute lil bow.
Ghost Max: Ghost Max is just Max before 305, coming back down from space, he hangs out with Sam and Max as their “ghost buddy” because they still haven’t gotten it through their thick skulls that the ghost is just Max. Ghost Max can play with both the Sams and the Maxs, because no one actually sees him, they just see floating cards that he’s holding. He’s equipped with a red marker, he can write simple words and drawings on a notepad or something. It’s supposed to look like blood but he didn’t have any spare blood on hand. Ghost Max has the ability to cheat and switch cards around. If this poker night game was a real thing, the player would probably be Ghost Max himself.
A quick look at the cast themselves:
(All credit for the multiverse poker idea goes to SofiaTheRandomDemon on Ao3, if you see this Sofia, your shit is written so well on GOD) (also credit to @impostorwhipplesshow for the insane idea of ghost max joining in on the poker stuff)
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Day 2 of Mammal Week is Lagomorphs!
3 of 4 species found in the British Isles
European Rabbit
Brown Hare
Mountain Hare
Theres also Irish Hare a subspecies of the Mountain Hare located in Ireland
Just 2 of these species are native and thats the Mountain and Irish Hare. The Rabbit was introduced from Europe by Normans and the Brown Hare comes from Asia and was thought to be introduced by Romans. Whilst both are introduced they are considered naturalised.
Hares and Rabbits are so different they cant hybridize. Hares are much larger with very long ears and amber coloured eyes, they also dont use burrows. Rabbits however are very social and live in networks of burrows thier smaller stature is adapted for this however these social space make it easy for disease like myxomatosis to take hold.
Unfortunately the success of these species amongst other difficulties has made life for our native Hare to be a little more troublesome. The Mountain Hare is now Red Listed in Scotland. They are adapted to upland habitats where thier coats turn white in winter to aid with snow camouflage, they have big furry feet to help them shift to a whopping 45mph across the snow too. Unlike the Brown Hare the eye colour is brown they also have a white tail that lacks a black upper.
23/04/24
#vulture culture uk#vulture culture#oddities#taxidermy#bones#skull#skull collecting#animal skull#curiosities#mammal week
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me when im a 6ft tall dog and trans and on my period and my husband is a silly little lagomorph space heater that makes my cramps not hurt as bad
#sam and max#sammymacks#based on me having the worst god damn time ever on my period rn and forcing it upon sam#my art#is this too soft for them? maybe#but idc lmao this is what i need
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So this week has been a pretty big deep dive for me into the specifics of my kin/therian/ non human feelings. I've come up with some very interesting findings
I was wrong about my original theriotype and it has a specific sex? So I realized that when I'm in lagomorph mode I always think I have a dewlap. Upon further research, this is only in females and only rabbits, meaning I'm probably not a hare. I would say I'm a lagomorph cladotherian but I don't exactly vibe with lemmings so.. that's interesting
I'm a big angel, I mean like really super big. Most of the time my spiritual look is conveyed to me though daydreams or just breif moments of clarity. When I do see myself I'm usually in the sky or a large open space where there's nothing to compare my size to. But I found myself daydreaming with my eyes closed and I realized that I felt humongous, like as big as a building. This feeling was confirmed when I saw a little picture that someone did, of a huge angel sitting near a human and all I could think was "that's literally me". The description of gentle giant is very apropos here.
#actually angelic#fallen angelkin#angelkin#angel kin#godkin#demonkin#lagomorph#hare therian#rabbit kin#rabbit therian#rabbitkin#harekin#hare kin#alterhuman#otherkin#otherkin community#therian community#dietykin
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This blog is mostly just my pets, some art and reblogs of things I enjoy.
Please do not ask for me to boost, donate or reblogs to any causes/charities/donations. This is my personal pet blog with some fandoms and art thrown in. I do not earn much money nor do I ask of anyone viewing or following my blog to donate to anyone/myself. Regardless of the topic.
Thank you.
Some fandoms I enjoy-
Watership down
Five nights at Freddy's
Pokémon
Vampire the masquerade (including other titles under the world of darkness)
Night in the woods
Nameless cat by kotaba games
Coraline
Other interests commonly seen on blog-
Rabbits and sometimes other lagomorphs
Cats
Dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals
Colour mutations (sometimes other genetics) of animals
Animal biology and Paleontology
Vulture culture
Mythology and folklore linking to rabbits or cats
The pets I own are tagged as "my pets", art I have made is "my art". Names of the pet also tagged.
Reblogs are tagged as "reblog" and "not mine"
This blog is a Safe space for LGBTQA+, Trans people, Non-binary, all Races, Neurodiversity and the Disabled (mental and/or physical).
My Cat and Rabbits (my only pets currently)
Zoe
Tortoiseshell and white domestic shorthair cat
Birthday is 18 November 2023, had since 7 weeks old
Likes- crinkly foil balls, feathers, playtime, and sleeping on me. Wet food in jelly (especially when not in chunks). Head pets and forehead kisses.
Dislikes- picking up, me going to work, burrito-ing. Waiting for playtime. Wet food in gravy and crunchy food.
Her mum, brother and sister were white. Her dad was a classic tabby and white. Her other brother was black and white.
Juno
Black self Mini rex doe.
Birthday is 23rd July 2022, had since 14 weeks 6 days old.
Likes- Pepsi the rabbit, Kale, chewing thick clothes and lounging fully stretched out. Will happily greet you multiple times when exercising. Kisses sleeves occasionally. Likes to stand on my chest (when I'm laid down). Chews toys.
Dislikes- head pets in the open/outside her bed, other rabbits (she's intact) that are not Pepsi, non leafy greens, things/medicine touching her face or mouth.
Is a pet and retired brood doe. Partners- Oreo (Aunt's black otter broken mini rex). She is a retired brood doe due to carrying a recessive gene for malocclusion.
One of my most cherished memories was her trust in me. When I first obtained her, she hid behind me, when she was scared. When she couldn't (I was laying down) she jumped on my chest for "safety".
Amber
Yellow Dutch doe.
Birthday is 13th October 2021, had since 9 weeks, 6 days old.
Likes- head pets (body pets are inferior), grunting with joy, will try any food, kisses. licking my arm, face, hand, basically anything near her. Destroying toys.
Dislikes - not getting pet, sadly cage aggressive, other rabbits (although she is spayed). Not getting attention.
Is a pet. First rabbit I Spayed.
Is the friendliest rabbit I have ever met, and I've owned 13 rabbits and four lively bunny kits. Will literally lick you until you move away. Biggest dream is forever head pets.
Pepsi
Black self mini rex doe
Birthday is 10th September 2023
Likes- her mum (Juno), Squishing her mum (mostly stepping on her head), kale and destructable bunny safe toys.
Dislikes- going to the vets for teeth trims and health checks.
Very friendly baby rabbit.
sadly, she was born with dental malocclusion. This resulted in an underbite and molar spurs. She goes for bimonthly incisor trimming. If her molar spurs worsen and cause injury, she will need to be euthanised. Currently, she has managed to grind down her molar spurs. So, there is hope for the future.
Jasmine
Black Himilayan Netherland dwarf doe
Birthday is 6th June 2021, had since 14 weeks, 2 days old.
Likes- loafing in her bed. Chinning toys and being left alone. Ignoring toys (occasional nibbles). Likes rocket and kale. Likes to sit on people's collar bone for "safety".
Dislikes- being pet, being handled (all while complaining audibly), Hands in her bed area, having her bottom or scent gland cleaned, Kisses. Other rabbits (is intact). Is very grumpy rabbit overall.
Is a pet. First Rabbit I Vaccinated. Cannot be spayed due to risks from small size, poor appetite and age past 2 years leading to higher risk of complications and irreversible Gi stasis.
Was in the woods for 23 days after escaping her hutch. Only would try greens after that time coincidentally.
Least favourite rabbit due to dislike of Netherland dwarfs, skittish temperament and overall grumpiness.
Only got as was told by parent to have nethie or no rabbits at all (at time we thought they were friendliest due to Hairoo and Jack the nethies, Caramel the Dutch mix was aggressive in comparison).
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10 Characters 10 Fandoms 10 5 Tags
Tagged by @iliiuan
Rules: choose 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms -- no double dipping! Then tag friends or mutuals to complete the game as well.
(Oh god oh god picking favorites what did I do to deserve this???)
Top 10
Rand al'Thor of Wheel of Time - I know that like, virtually every major character in the series has a bigger following than this boy, but dammit people he's just a regular dude on an epic quest that takes and takes and takes until there's nothing left but it's not done taking yet. I love every POV section he gets and every bit of suffering he has to go through.
Uncle Iroh of Avatar: The Last Airbender - Normally it's your Sokkas or your Zukos or your Tophs who would grab me but in a cast of shining stars Uncle Iroh is a particularly radiant entry. I would die for this man. He makes me feel I'm not drinking enough tea.
Koshirou "Izzy" Izumi of Digimon Adventure - I think part of the reason Digimon stuck with me all this time is the belief the first series had (and really the shows as a whole, but especially the first one) that none of the kids were bad or flawed for being who they were, only for how they might be hurting the others. Izzy was more comfortable with computers than people but his skill set kept the kids alive on plenty of occasions and he was never any less part of the gang for being a nerd except the times he hyperfixated while the others were in need.
Karkat Vantas of Homestuck - Homestuck was... Yeah. That sure was a thing, huh? But Karkat's constant shouting and cross-temporal feud with his past and future selves was endearing, as was his obvious hate-crush on the protagonist that was resolved in the most embarrassing way possible. And frankly, his continued disbelief at the late-comic antics more than made up for how shitty the late parts of the comic were.
Mercymorn of The Locked Tomb - Virtually every character in these books is iconic, but Mercymorn, the Saint of Joy is the sort of character who would have hundreds of gif sets of her if only she existed in a visual medium. Immortality and waging an impossible war give her nothing but contempt for our heroes, our villains, and frankly anyone else she's in the room with.
Jak of Jak & Daxter - I think I just have a thing for dudes who get tortured beyond all reason and struggle between their innate heroism and the corruption that's been burned into them by outside forces. Also he gets some cool guns, you know? Can't argue with cool guns.
Garak of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - An exiled spy doomed to spend his days in a port/fortress owned by one set of enemies and administrated by another? A wide array of possible backstories, each one equally plausible except for how they all contradict each other? A slow onset of madness from the grief and isolation kept at bay only through chemical abuse and a homoerotic relationship with the galaxy's smartest idiot? And he's not even a main character!
Sheila "Dr. Girlfriend" / "Mrs. the Monarch" Fitzcarraldo of The Venture Brothers - Sheila starts out a complete joke (but then, who isn't a complete joke in her series) but grows into one of the most competent and compelling members of the cast. I'm still not quite sure what she sees in the Monarch but I enjoy how she's both fully supportive of his goals while still set very much on her own thing with the Guild of Calamitous Intent as well. I hope the show comes back so we can see what she gets up to next, or at least see her in that pillbox hat one more time.
Max of Sam & Max - Hyperkinetic lagomorphs are always a plus, and I enjoy the way he's pure id in a franchise where superegos are already in short supply. I'm gonna hafta replay the games one of these days.
Susan Ivanova of Babylon 5 - Learn the Babylon 5 mantra: Ivanova is always right. I will listen to Ivanova. I will not ignore Ivanova's recommendations. Ivanova is God. I have nothing else to say on this particular front.
@checkoutmybookshelf
@notmuchtoconceal
@butterflydm
@mashithamel
@bashircore
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@guardian-rocket continued from here.
As Rocket sat in the stool Blackjack tried to shove the tab into a pouch on his belt quickly without drawing attention to what he was doing. He needed it out of sight. Something about the gesture made his fingertips tingle and his throat dry. “Like it enough.” He said, chewing on his lower lip a bit revealing the large, blunt incisors that were characteristic to the lagomorph. “Chairs need to be replaced, you look ridiculous.” It was easy enough to direct his attention to the too-large and too-high chair and how it dwarfed the Guardian as he sat in it.
He rested an elbow on the table and leaned his weight against it as he took another look around the space. It was getting easier and easier to picture what living here might be like with each moment that passed. Something comfortable to sit on, a work bench for maintaining equipment, maybe a plant to forget about and let die a slow death in a corner. He could picture something coming together that could be called a home. Even if it was temporary in the end. Eventually that itch would grow too strong and the urge to move on would consume him. It always did.
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the Smiling Critters but Hoppy didn't hurtle into the abyss
Turns out, Lagomorphs are fast.
This one in particular was so speedy that Colliding with her sends you ragdolling like a member of the Giant's Space Program of Skyrim.
#deltarune#kris dreemurr#noelle holiday#ralsei#susie deltarune#poppy playtime#I still know absolutely nothing about this game#or its Characters.#smiling critters
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Smallest Cyber Specialist (pt. 11)
as it turns out, working from base is just as stressful as going out in the field with the 141. never a dull day! (feat. nikolai)
the bold+italic text is meant to signal non-english dialogue, but apparently i can't code in underlines or hover text anymore on tunglr.hell 🙃
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call of duty | task force 141, nikolai, & pip lagomorph/lag (oc)
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The next time that the 141 left the compound, acting on more intel Pip had provided them, the hideling had opted to stay behind. She was fine at the base, she insisted. Where the operators were going, she was certain she could do everything she needed to do remotely. This particular target wasn’t directly AQ or Ultranationalists, but a side contractor that took an unfortunate deal to help out some terrorists.
“I think it’s best,” Pip had argued, “that I stay out of the field for now. At least until I get this off.” She’d gestured to the cast on her leg. “With it, my mobility is limited. I’m vulnerable, and I slow you guys down.”
Price had looked conflicted at the time, but ultimately agreed with her reasoning. None of them needed a repeat incident with Pip and an angry dog. Or something worse.
So there she sat, using Price’s office as her workspace. She had her laptop, of course, and had it linked up to Price’s and another human-sized laptop, giving her plenty of screen space and computing power to do what she did best.
“You boys almost there?” she asked into her headset. It was a redundant question; she knew exactly where they were, having been tracking their position ever since they left the compound two hours ago. She had a transponder on each of her handlers, unbeknownst to them.
“Three kilometers out,” Price answered. “Gonna be walking the last one.”
“Roger that, Captain,” she said. “Sergeant Garrick, you still have that uplink I gave you?”
“Got it safe and sound, Lag,” Gaz responded. “You want me to just hook it into just any computer?”
“Any computer or smart device. Anything that’s attached to the wifi.”
“Smart device?” Soap chimed in. “You tellin’ me you can hack in through someone’s smart fridge?”
Pip leaned back in her seat, feeling a little smug. “A fridge. A printer. A dishwasher. Whatever. I’ve hacked into someone’s network through an aquarium filter before.” Without an uplink, at that. That was a fun time. She remembered it fondly, the satisfaction of it all, and the absurdity. “That uplink Gaz has bypasses a few steps for me, so it’ll be even easier to get in.”
“Remind me when we get home to toss my smart speaker,” Price said with a huff.
“You have a smart speaker, sir?” Gaz asked, sounding incredulous. “Do you know how to use it?”
Price made an offended noise. “Of course I do, Sergeant. I don’t know where you muppets get off, thinking I don’t know how to use modern technology. I’m not that much older than any of you.”
That was true. The man wasn’t even forty yet, according to his file.
A chorus of snickers rang over the comms, but Pip just grimaced. “You should definitely get rid of it, sir. Those things are painfully easy to break into. I could do it from halfway across the world, with my eyes closed.”
“No need to brag, Pipsqueak. We can’t all be tech geniuses like you,” the captain chided playfully.
“I’m just saying.”
“Nearly there,” Ghost cut in. His voice surprised Pip, and sent a chill down her spine.
She’d been more or less avoiding the lieutenant for the past few days, ever since she’d gone snooping into his files. The things she’d read in there… the stuff he’d endured… It made her shudder. She knew she’d have to get over it and carry on like normal sooner rather than later—preferably before Ghost noticed—but it was still very fresh in her mind.
The cruelty of humans towards their own kind astounded Pip sometimes. It reminded her every day of why she and her people worked so hard to stay a secret from the wider human population.
“Right, men,” Price said. “Look alive. Let’s make this quick; don’t wanna leave Lag lonely for too long.”
“Go rot,” Pip grumbled in Hidespeak.
“Heard that one before. Starting to think that’s an insult,” Soap said. He sounded like he was smiling. “Gonna have to teach us someday.”
“Not on your life, Sergeant.”
She watched on her screen as the four transponder icons slowed to a stop, and then started moving away from the road. They were on foot now, hoofing it towards the target compound. Ghost was going to take overwatch with a few operators, while Price, the sergeants, and the rest of the team infiltrated.
This was going to go fine, she told herself. There was a different kind of anxiety that came with not being in on the action with her handlers, but Pip reminded herself that she was far from helpless here. As soon as Gaz could get her uplink hooked in, she would have the compound under her control.
The first crack of a rifle—Ghost’s sniper, if she were to guess—rang over the comms.
“Och—beautiful shot, LT,” Soap commented. Pip found some satisfaction in guessing correctly. She was learning a little bit about guns.
“I can do better,” Ghost said. “So can you. Watch your six, Soap.”
“Don’t need to when I got you watchin’ it for me. How’s it look, by the way? I’ve been doin’ some extra squats.”
“I noticed.”
Oh, gods. Pip muted her mic and let out a groan. Gaz did not mute his mic; his groan was heard by all.
“Boys,” Price said, sounding exasperated, “don’t make me put you two in timeout.”
“Would you put us in timeout together?” Soap asked, cheeky.
“Soap,” Price snapped. There was more warning to that one, but it still made Soap snicker.
Pip dragged her hands down her face and seriously considered taking her headphones off. Let her handlers do this mission on their own. They’d be fine without her.
But no. She wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t just abandon her boys, even if half of them were being very annoying right now.
Wait. "Her" boys? What? When did that happen?
Actually, no time to think about that right now. Or ever.
Pip breathed out a sigh and leaned back. Her role wouldn’t start until Gaz got the uplink hooked in. In the meantime, she was an observer, for better or for worse. While she waited, she pulled up some codes and programs she’d be using, giving them another look-over to make sure everything was in order. It was, of course, but there was no harm in septuple-checking. Or was it the octuple-check at this point?
A flashing on Price’s laptop caught Pip’s attention. There was a new notification. An incoming call. The name “NIKOLAI” stared back at her, spelled out in all caps.
“Uh… Captain, Nikolai is calling you.”
“See what he wants,” Price said. “Little busy right now.”
“Wha—you want me to answer it?” She watched the green phone icon shake as it rang, beckoning her, but she wasn’t feeling very swayed.
“Nik doesn’t call unless it’s important. Go on and answer, Lag.”
Liar. “I will pull up your call logs right now to prove to you that that’s not true,” she retorted. “And I’m not your secretary.”
“Lag—” the captain released an annoyed groan. “Just answer the bloody call for me, yeah? Make it quick; we’re almost to the first building.”
Ugh! Pip glared at the incoming call, still ringing away on the computer. She’d never spoken to Nikolai before. Wouldn’t he be suspicious of someone other than Price answering his personal line? She knew she would be.
Muting her end of the comms with the 141, Pip quickly connected her headset to Price’s computer, made sure the video camera was off, and accepted the call. “Nikolai,” she said, her voice modulator ringing back in her ears, “Captain Price is unavailable right now.”
The other end of the call was silent for several long, uncomfortable moments, then the thick Russian accent came through, “Who is this?”
Yep. Just as she’d predicted. Pip pinched her brow and shook her head. “My name is Lag. I am the cyber specialist Chief Director Kate Laswell assigned to Task Force 141.” Hopefully dropping Laswell’s name and title, along with the task force’s name, would earn her some credibility. “Captain Price is occupied right now; but I can relay a message.”
“Oh! Lag! This is you?” Pip blinked, a little taken aback. He knew about her? How? And how much did he know? “Captain Price has mentioned that he now had a hacker. Nice to finally meet you. Er… sort of. I cannot see you.”
No shit. Pip cleared her throat. “I am unavailable for video calls. Nikolai—sorry to be short with you, but we’re in the middle of something. What is it you need?”
“Right, right—I was just calling to let Price know that I got him the weapons he was asking for. I am on my way to drop them off, and will be there in—”
“No one’s at the base right now,” Pip said quickly. Her heart started to pick up the pace. “Probably best to hold onto them until Price gets back.”
“Oh. But you are there, no?”
Oh, hell no. “I’m unavailable for the time being. I can’t help—”
“Ah, no worries. I will drop them off anyway. It’ll be quick. Be there soon.”
“Wait, no—” Before she could voice further protest, the call ended. Pip stared blankly at the computer screen, her heart pounding.
Nikolai was coming here. And Pip was alone .
Oh, shit. Fuck. No no no no—
“Ready to breach, Captain,” Gaz said, drawing Pip’s attention back to her handlers. Fuck! And she also had them to deal with too! The hideling let out a frustrated growl and turned back to her own computer, mic hot.
“Nikolai has the weapons you asked for, Captain” she relayed, voice tight with irritation. “He’s coming to deliver them.”
“That’s my Nik,” Price replied approvingly. “Always pulls through for us.”
“Charges set,” Gaz said. There was a muffled boom, then the comms erupted with chatter and gunfire. Pip hunched over, taking stock of where her handlers were, piecing together the scene in her mind. Gaz’s marker split away from Price and Soap, heading towards the server room, as discussed prior in planning. She focused in on his comms, his chatter; he was the important one right now, as her involvement depended on his success. From the sound of things, he was making quick, efficient work of any resistance he encountered.
Pip’s hands hovered over her keyboard in anticipation when he entered the server room. She was ready. Eager. She wanted to help her boys get this done so they could hurry up and get back to base and deal with Nikolai. (That wasn't going to happen, but wishful thinking was all she had at the moment.) As soon as Gaz plugged the uplink in, the notification popped up on Pip’s screen, and her hands went to work.
“Got your gadget hooked up,” Gaz said. “You connected?”
Code scrolled down her screen, already hard at work to shatter firewalls and extract data. “Yep. I’ve got it from here. Thank you, Gaz. I’ll be in the security cameras here in a minute.”
“Good work,” Price said. “Gaz, get back here. Lag, let us know what you can see.”
“Roger,” they said in unison.
A minute was a generous estimation to give Pip some leeway; she had the feeds for all the security cameras pulled up on the other human laptop in less than thirty seconds. She watched for a moment as the dark, well-armed figures stalked through the halls, clearing the place out corridor by corridor. It was scary how efficient the 141 was.
“I can see you, Captain,” Pip said. Price looked around until he spotted the nearest security camera, which Pip nodded up and down to acknowledge him. “Your hall is clear for no—wha– woah! Gaz, wait!” On another camera, the sergeant, having not yet made it back to Price, stopped in his tracks. His shoulders went stiff. “Five hostiles are coming your way!”
Gaz cursed under his breath and ducked for cover behind a crate. Pip watched with bated breath as the group of five ran past. One stopped to look down Gaz’s hall, but continued on after deciding it was clear. His mistake. Pip breathed out in relief.
“Thanks, Lag,” Gaz said, giving the camera near him a thumbs up.
She kept an eye on things while the boys worked, offering advice and instruction as needed. Simultaneously, she also kept an eye on her laptop, where files rapidly flashed across the screen. This was going well. Going smoothly. For the first time since her (unofficial) induction into the 141, things weren’t going batshit buckwild fucking crazy.
This was fine!
And then Nikolai’s van pulled up outside of the base. Pip didn’t realize he’d arrived until she heard a heavy knocking on the vehicle bay door.
“Hello?” The Russian called.
“ Fuck—!” Pip’s blood ran cold. She snapped her laptop shut and scrambled for her belongings. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck—”
“Lag?” Someone asked. It sounded like Soap, but Pip wasn’t sure. She was preoccupied.
“Lag—what’s wrong?” That was Price.
Pip shoved her stuff into her backpack, hauled it under her pelt, and hobbled with her crutch to the edge of the desk. She could hear Nikolai in the hall now. Apparently he had a code to the garage door, and was able to come and go as he pleased. Terrible security practice on Price’s part.
“I told him not to fucking come! I told him—”
“Lag, what the hell are you saying?” Was that Ghost?
“Nikolai is here!” she spat.
“Wha—already ?” Price again. “I didn’t think he was coming now!”
She reached the edge of the desk and dug her hook into the wood, then rappelled down to the floor. She shook the hook free right as knuckles rapped against the office door.
She’d told him that no one was here!
Ah, but the two laptops—the human-sized ones—were still up on the desk! There wasn’t much Pip could do about those. She cursed under her breath and took cover underneath the desk drawer. It was a narrow space of only a few inches between the floor and the bottom of the drawer, so she wouldn’t be spotted unless Nikolai decided to crouch all the way down. He had no reason to do that, right? Hopefully he wouldn't drop a pen or something.
The door opened slowly, squeaking on its hinges. Heavy boots took two steps into the office, then stopped. Pip watched, not daring to breathe. “Hello?” Nikolai said. He sounded confused. The boots remained still for a few moments, then stepped further in. Pip’s eyes didn’t leave them, not as they paused for a moment in front of the desk, then rounded it.
“What is this?” the man said out loud, now in his native Russian. Pip listened to the soft groans in the wood above. If she were to guess, Nikolai was leaning his hands on the desk, looking over the two laptops. One still had all of the security camera feeds; the other had code scrolling down the screen.
“Lag, how copy?” Price asked. Her comm was still in her headset, so Nikolai couldn’t hear it. With him so close, though, she wasn’t willing to risk being heard to answer the captain.
Ghost spoke up, once again surprising Pip. “I’ll handle it,” he said. “You lot keep at it down there.”
He was going to handle it? What was he going to do? How could he handle anything from—
A buzzing sound came from somewhere up above. Pip recognized it as the vibration of a cell phone with an incoming call. Nikolai hummed a confused note and answered. “Ghost?”
Ah. That’s how he was going to handle it. But Pip didn’t release her breath just yet. She couldn’t hear Ghost’s side of the conversation, and she had no idea what he intended to say. She was reasonably sure that he wouldn’t tell Nikolai that the 141’s resident cyber specialist was secretly a six-inch-tall hideling, but not knowing still made her nervous.
“Yes, I am at your base,” the Russian said. “Did your hacker tell you? …Is she here? I see two laptops here, one with what looks like security cameras… боже мой—that is Gaz! Is this feed live? …And you have access to the security cameras?”
Hearing Nikolai sound so impressed did make Lag feel a hint of pride in her work, but her fear and annoyance largely overshadowed it. She just needed him to leave ! She couldn’t work with him here!
“A compliment? From you?”
What?
“She must be good then. I want to meet this hacker,” Nikolai said with an enthusiastic chuckle. “Maybe see if I can get her to work for me.”
Fat chance of that.
“Wha—hiding from me? Why would she be—... Oh. I see…”
Pip’s anxiety spiked again. What was Ghost telling him?
“Right…” He said, dejected. Pip grimaced. “No problem. I will be out of here in a few minutes. Leaving the manifest on Price’s desk.”
Thank the gods...!
Nikolai’s boots headed for the door and stepped out, the door closing behind him. Pip finally released her breath, and gasped to soothe her burning lungs. She waited a few seconds more, listening to the Russian’s retreating footsteps, then crawled out from her hide space. Using her hook, she quickly climbed back up onto the desk and pulled out her equipment to resume her work. She glanced at the cameras to regain her bearings, then checked her download progress. It was almost done. About a minute left.
“Okay, I’m back,” she said into her comm. “Thanks, Ghost.”
The lieutenant didn’t respond, but Price did. “All good?”
“All good,” she confirmed. “One more minute, then I can kill the power for you, if you need.”
She would have done so earlier, but this facility’s power unit was more centralized, so she wouldn’t have been able to keep the computers working.
“We’ll let you know,” Price said. “Might not need it. We’ve already found what we’re looking for.”
“Missile parts?”
“Missile parts. Nothing assembled, though.”
That was good news. Pip’s computer dinged, signifying the complete download. She gave the file names a cursory look-over, and selected one of the manifests. It listed off parts for ten missiles, among other things. Her brow furrowed. There were no cameras inside the storage room where the parts were being held, but she had a funny feeling.
“Captain, how many missile kits do you count? This manifest I’m looking at says they received ten.”
The answer wasn’t immediate, though she heard a few men counting under their breath.
“Looks like I got four over here, Cap” Soap said.
“Two here,” Gaz answered next.
“Shit. Only two over here, too” Price said gravely. “Everyone fan out. Search this place top to bottom for any signs of those last two kits.”
Pip turned her attention to the cameras. She accessed the harddrive, pulled up recordings over the past week. She opened an image analysis program on her laptop and linked it to the recordings, giving it specific parameters to scan for. Large crates leaving the compound. It wasn’t a failsafe program, and would likely flag more than what she was looking for, but it would be a start. If those missile parts had left this facility at some point in the last week, she’d find out when.
“I am leaving now!” Nikolai’s voice boomed out in the hall, making Pip jump. She put a hand to her chest, feeling the pounding within. Fucking hell, she’d almost forgotten that he was still here. “If you can hear me, Lag, I apologize for intruding! All the cargo is in the garage.”
A part of her—a very small, but surprisingly loud part—felt kinda bad for just ignoring the Russian. Sure, he’d dropped by unexpectedly and given her quite the fright, but his intentions were good. He was a valuable asset and ally, and Price seemed to trust him.
Did she trust him? No. Not when he was so close. Hell, she barely trusted her handlers.
Wait, so she did trust her handlers? Maybe. Maybe she was starting to.
Pip transferred Nikolai’s contact information from Price’s laptop to hers, and typed out a quick SMS.
>> спасибо, николай
>> this is lag by the way. my personal contact
From down the hall, almost to the far door, she heard Nikolai’s surprised words: “Oh! She speaks Russian, too!”
Hopefully she wouldn’t regret giving her contact to him.
The analyzing software pinged with a few matches to the parameters she’d set. She pulled up the flagged clips and looked them over. The first three were nothing, but the fourth one—
Pip switched on her mic, “Captain, I think I’ve found them leaving the facility two days ago.” A chorus of cusses echoed over the line. Pip felt the sentiment.
“You got all the data from the computers, right? Can you find where they’re going?”
“Working on it, sir.” Fingers flying over her keyboard, Pip dug into the files she’d taken. She navigated over to one of the shipping schedules and looked up the date and time that matched the camera feed. Surely something had to be here. It had to. There was no reason for there not to be anything here.
But it was blank. That whole day was—it was missing.
She checked another file, and found that day missing from there too.
Confused, Pip started a broad search—something, anything to do with the missiles for that day. Communication logs, manifests, shipment schedules—literally anything . Russian, Arabic, Farsi, English, French, German, Spanish.
Nothing.
Pip sat back, frustration and unease starting to boil in her gut. This didn’t look good. This was… bizarre. Why would there be no records on that specific day? It was like that day had been erased from the entire system.
“I…” she didn’t like this feeling washing over her. This feeling of failure. Of uselessness. Failure, of course, was an inevitable part of life, but, when it involved terrorist missiles being lost to the wind, things got a bit more dire. “The records… they’re not here,” Pip said, forcing her voice to remain even. Calm. “I can’t—I don’t have anything, Captain. Not until I can comb through this more thoroughly, which will take time.”
Price sighed, sounding disappointed, and it stung. That surprised Pip.
“I’m sorry, sir, I—”
“Don’t apologize,” Price interrupted. “Just do your best. Keep looking. Everyone, clear out! We’re gonna torch this place. Ghost, you and your team RV with us back at the truck.”
“Yes sir”s and “roger”s quipped from everyone on the channel.
Pip didn’t pay much attention to their retreat. She kept her comms open, and could hear the idle chatter, but, if asked to repeat anything said, she would come up with nothing. She was focused instead on furiously tearing through the files, looking for something, anything. Anything that could alleviate this catastrophic (gods, calm down) failure of hers.
Why was that one day missing? It had to be intentional, right? Alarm bells rang in Pip’s mind, screaming that this was sanitation work. Someone had gone through and wiped this data from the computers.
But why? That would suggest that they knew to counter hackers.
They’d even gone beyond basic file deletion and completely removed any traces of the data from the server, leaving no chance of file recovery. Pip raked her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath to try and curb her frustration. Today was turning out to be a lot more stressful than she’d anticipated. She thought bitterly that, at this point, she might as well have just gone with her handlers, if it was going to leave her feeling about the same level of distress.
Gods, could she have one calm day with the 141? Just one? She would love that.
Another sigh, then the hideling steeled herself, and settled in for a long stint of file analysis.
The next two hours went by without her noticing, too engrossed in her work to pay attention to the time. So it surprised her when she heard several pairs of boots in the hallway. First she flinched, ready to fling herself off of the desk again to hide, but she noticed her handlers’ transponders were all back at the base before she could act on that impulse.
Ah. So they’d returned to her. She frowned hard with the knowledge that she’d gotten no new useful intel on the missing missile parts in the time it took them to return home.
She quickly closed the tracking program—no need to keep it up, lest it garner her any uncomfortable questions—and resumed her scanning. Familiar footsteps approached the door. Gaz pushed it open tentatively and peeked in. Pip glanced up to acknowledge him. There was a thin layer of ash and dirt on his skin, in his hair.
“You alright in here?” he asked, stepping into the office.
“No,” she said flatly, eyes falling back to the document she was reading through. “No I’m not, Kyle.”
For reasons unknown, Gaz’s first name came easier to her. It also helped that he didn’t miss a beat, hearing her say it. Either he hadn’t noticed, or he didn’t care. He rounded the desk and leaned in, looking over the different screens Pip still had up. The laptop that had the camera feeds was just a mosaic of black squares and static now that the compound had been reduced to rubble. Various documents with highlights and margin notes littered the screen of the other.
“Quite the setup you’ve made for yourself in here,” he commented. Pip responded with a vague hum. Gaz squinted over her shoulder at Pip’s hideling-sized screen, but couldn’t make much out between the small font and the Cyrillic.
“I haven't found anything useful yet,” Pip said, under the impression that Gaz was here to check up on her progress. “There’s a lot to go through; I’m working as fast as I can.”
“Of that, I have no doubt,” the sergeant said. “Just checkin’ in to see how you’re doing.” He sounded sincere. Pip felt something tickle in her gut. She turned her head to look back at him, the hard furrow of her brow softening just a little.
“Thanks, Gaz.” Genuine. Appreciative.
“You haven’t touched your snacks,” Gaz notes, nodding to the still-wrapped protein bar, strips of jerky, and small cup of water left for her.
Pip shrugged. Honestly, she’d forgotten that they were there. Too busy. Too stressed. “Not hungry.” A partial lie. She was hungry, but she hadn’t noticed until now. Still, Gaz responded with an unconvinced hum.
“We didn’t all split this,” he said, taking the protein bar into his hand and turning it over to read the label. “Before we left. Forgot our ritual. Maybe that’s why you’re having bad luck.”
Pip snorted. It was her turn to sound unconvinced. “Don’t think it counts as a ‘ritual’ if we’ve only done it once before.” But she did feel a warmth settle under her skin at the memory of them sharing that last snack. That was only a few days ago. Gods, why did it feel like it had been longer?
“Well, that’s how you make something a ritual, yeah? You keep doing it,” Gaz continued. “Think we can tap into some of the good luck if we share it now?”
“I’m not superstitious,” Pip replied with a shrug. “Don’t believe in any of that luck nonsense. But if you want it, go ahead.” Despite her body reminding her that she was, in fact, hungry, Pip didn’t feel like eating just yet.
Gaz didn’t pressure her, which she was silently grateful for. He set the bar down, and straightened up, sparing the screens just a moment more of his attention. “Wanna come see what Nik brought us? Price said it’s some cool stuff.”
Pip hunched further. “Guns and weaponry are more your style. I wouldn’t really know what I’m looking at” she said. This reminded her that she still needed to get a better familiarity with the equipment her handlers lugged around, but now wasn’t the time for that. Something compelled her to not outright reject the sergeant, though. “Maybe another time, Gaz. You guys have fun. I’m… I’m going to keep at this for a while longer, I think.”
A weight settled on her right shoulder—Gaz’s index finger, she quickly realized. Reassuring touches could be awkward with the size disparity between humans and hidelings, but Pip did appreciate the gesture. She reached up and patted his knuckle in return.
“If you’re sure,” he said, voice softer.
“I am. Thank you for checking in.”
–– –– ––
After Gaz left, Pip lost track of time again. It was almost like she was in a trance, a fugue state of sorts, her mind on one sole track: sorting and scrolling and combing through these goddamn files for a crumb of usable information. Her frustration, for the time being, was tempered; there was a numbness that settled in its place. A resigned numbness.
Eventually, there came another knock to the door, now ajar after Gaz’s exit. Thankfully, this time, Pip felt no compulsion to hide. She didn’t look up just yet, nor did she say anything. The door swung open so Price could let himself in, a frown fixed under his mustache.
“Awful quiet in here,” he commented.
Pip paused her scrolling and leaned back, taking the captain in. Her eyes stung from strain, and she could feel the beginnings of a headache creeping under her skull, but she did not voice her complaints. “Welcome back, Captain,” she said simply. “Happy with your new toys?”
“Oh yeah,” he replied, some of that frown lessening just a smidge. “Sorry about that mess earlier with Nik, by the way. Though I’m positive he wouldn’t have hurt you, had he seen you.”
Pip closed her eyes, quiet for a few seconds as she waited out the sting. “That’s not the point,” she said. There was a hint of bitterness in her tone, something resurfacing from prior resentment at past actions. But she didn’t want to get into that right now. Too much other shit on her plate.
“I know, I know, I’m just sayin’—”
“Price—please… Is there something you need? Because I have a lot of files to go through, and I’ve barely made a dent.”
The captain shook his head. “Don’t need anything,” he said. “Well—I’ll need the desk back. And my laptop. Paperwork, y’know? Best part of the job.” The sarcasm was thick on his tongue. Were Pip in better spirits, she might have graced him with an amused huff. Not a laugh, but a huff. Instead, she ran a hand through her hair and took stock of where all of her stuff was.
“Right. I can relocate—”
“Don’t pack up.” Price held a hand up, stepping closer to the desk. “Just scoot over a little bit. Plenty of space here for the both of us.”
Right. Of course. They’d done this already before. Hell, they were sharing this desk just the other day. Pip untethered the wireless links to the larger laptops, letting both screens go black, then scooted herself and her belongings over to one far corner of the desk. Price sat down heavily in his chair with a sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face. He swiped the hat off of his head and set it aside. He too had a fair amount of dirt caked to his skin. Pip suspected that Soap and Ghost were in similar states. Everyone was in need of a shower.
Damn, a shower sounded really nice right about now…
Maybe later she'd ask one of her handlers to help her with one.
Pip settled in, mentally preparing herself for a sleepless day, and possible sleepless night, of work.
“You didn’t eat,” Price noted, his words cutting into Pip’s thoughts.
She suppressed an eyeroll. She’d already had this conversation with Gaz. Already done this song and dance. “Don’t feel like eating.” Not a lie.
“Probably should, though.”
“Gaz said as much. Lamented that we didn’t share a snack before you guys left.”
Price quirked a brow. “‘Lamented,’ did he?”
“Lamented,” she repeated. “Blubbering like a baby. Blamed the bad luck I’m having on that protein bar right there.” She nodded to the bar in question. Price took it up in his hand, the wrapper crinkling against his gloves.
“If I open this, will you eat some?”
Pip turned her head up toward the ceiling, eyes closed. “Price, I’m really not—Gaz and I already had this talk. I just want to keep at this before I lose steam.”
“Alright. Okay.” He set the bar back down, and let the topic drop. “Let me know if you need anything.”
In lieu of a verbal response, Pip gave him a thumbs up, then set back to work.
At some point, she’d put on music in her headphones—something to fill the silence in the space that Price’s pen scratches and slow breaths couldn’t. And, at some point, that music stopped without her noticing. It was a two-hour-long playlist she’d put on, and who knew how long ago it had ended. By this point, she was properly spaced out, too focused to notice the ache in her back, the numbness in her limbs, the growl in her stomach.
But Price noticed that last one. He lifted his head, brows scrunching together. “Was that you?”
Pip hummed without actually having heard him; it was an automatic response on her part.
It didn’t register that the crinkling noise behind her was Price opening the protein bar. The soft snap of said protein bar being broken up didn’t register either, not until Price’s fingers entered her field of vision, a piece pinched between his thumb and pointer. Pip blinked, leaning back from the intrusion with a confused look on her face.
“Sir…?”
“Eat somethin’, Lag,” Price said. “You’re overdue for a snack.”
Long overdue. Overdue for a nap, too, but that wasn’t going to happen if she could help it. Reluctantly, Pip accepted the piece and nibbled on it. It was sweet with caramel and bits of crunchy nuts. Normally, it would delight her, but she was too distracted to notice the taste.
“Not every mission is a success,” Price says. “Sometimes our intel doesn’t work out—” he winced as it left his mouth. Pip’s head whipped around, her pupils blown wide.
“My intel was solid,” she snapped. The stress and her weariness had worn down the restraint on her temper. “I found the facility. I found those missile parts. I just…” Protein bar forgotten again, she turned back to her computer. “This is intentional. There’s no way I’m just… missing it. Someone’s tampered with this database.”
Price reached around her. For a second, she thought he was going to pick her up, but he didn’t. Instead, he pushed the top of her laptop down, closing it. He then took the discarded snack and handed it back to her.
“The data’s been removed,” he summarized. Pip nodded, staring down at the food in her hands. “And you can’t recover it?”
The hideling ducked her head, eyes squeezed shut. “I can’t,” she said. “It’s been wiped clean. Whoever sanitized this server knew enough to cut off any chances of recovery.” She drew in a slow breath. “The only somewhat useful information I’ve been able to get so far is the vehicle that took the missing missile parts. But the license plate wasn’t visible in the camera…” She trailed off, brows furrowing. For a long moment, she was silent. A light bulb went off over her head.
“Pip…?” Price prodded. He ducked his head, trying to catch her eye again, but she turned away and opened her laptop back up.
“Maybe there were cameras somewhere on the roads leading away from the compound.” She wasn’t talking to Price anymore so much as she was voicing her idea out loud. The man leaned over her, squinting at her little screen, but she paid him no mind. There was a renewed spark of hope in her chest. A hope that just maybe, maybe she could get something out of this failure—
“Mother fucker!” No fucking cameras. Not a single street camera on the one road that led to and from the compound.
Pip slammed her laptop shut again and dropped her head into her hands, fingers pulling at her hair. A frustrated, borderline anguished groan pushed its way through her clenched jaw. Behind her, she heard Price shift, then felt a warm pressure on her back, over her pelt. The pad of a finger, sans glove. It rubbed gently up and down her spine, sending a wave of shudders in its wake.
“It was worth a shot,” he said, no-doubt meaning to be encouraging, but it came off as patronizing. Pip grumbled something unintelligible and sagged under his touch. “We’ll find those parts, Pip. You need to let this go.”
Let it go. Pip huffed and shook her head. She’d never been good at letting go. Never been good at failure.
“I’m sorry, Captain,” she said, her voice weaker than she would have liked. “I… I’ll keep trying. I’ll figure something out—”
Both of Price’s hands came down around her, scooping her up into his palms. He held her at eye level, his sharp eyes studying her. “You’re done,” he said after a long moment of silence. Pip’s head snapped up, brows raised in alarm. Her heart rate spiked.
“Wha—?”
“For the day,” he clarified, seeming to realize how ominous his words sounded. “You’re taking the rest of the day off.”
That sounded awful. That sounded like the worst thing she could do right now, when this was so critical— “Price, I can’t just—”
“Nope. No arguments,” he said with a hard sense of finality. “You’re not to use your little laptop for the rest of the day.”
Pip snapped her mouth shut, her teeth coming together with an audible click. She ground them together once, twice. “You’re treating me like a child,” she growled.
“Would make sense, since you’re acting like a child.” Pip bristled, but the captain continued, “But no, I’m not. I’m treating you like a cranky, stubborn little shite that needs to take a break.”
“Fuck you.” Bitter. Acrid. She switched to Hidespeak, “You’re the most infuriating commanding officer I’ve ever had to deal with, and I hope you rot.” She didn’t mean it. Not the last part, anyway. (Or even really the first.)
Price leaned back in his chair, an amused smug smirk peeking out under that mustache. “Only part of that I understood was ‘commanding officer.’ No word for ‘CO’ in your language?”
She ignored that question, not in any mood to entertain prying into her culture. “What am I supposed to do then?”
“Eat. Drink. Sleep. Try to relax.” The captain shrugged, nonchalant. “Get yourself in the headspace for your vet appointment tomorrow.”
Motherf—! She’d forgotten about that! Fuck! Pip pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes and swallowed down the urge to scream. Price chuckled, but Pip didn’t find the deep rumble very pleasant right now.
“I want to go home,” she said. She wouldn’t, not before she finished this damn mission, but she had to voice her sentiment.
“We’ll get you there,” Price said. “Just need you to hang on with us a bit longer.” It sounded like a promise, but Pip knew all too well just how easily a promise like that could be broken out here. This was dangerous work. No one was guaranteed a ride home in this line of work. Not even Price.
Reluctantly, she nodded her head, still buried in her hands.
“Right. That’s a good girl. So. Finish up that protein bar and this water, and then I’ll take you somewhere where you can get some shut eye, yeah?”
Sorry, good girl? Oh no. Nope. She was not going to acknowledge that, nor the way it sent a shock of butterflies fluttering through her gut. None of that. Pip snatched her snack up and tore off a big bite, a bit more ravenous than necessary to distract herself. She didn’t meet Price’s gaze, but her eyes did wander to the scarf folded loosely around his neck.
That gave her an idea. She’d done it with both of her past handlers multiple times.
“There,” she said, pointing to the scarf. Price glanced down at it, brows furrowed, then looked back at her quizzically.
“What?”
“Your scarf,” she clarified. “If… if it’d be okay. I could sleep in there.”
One of Price’s hands fell away to curl into the scarf, pulling it away from his neck. “You want to sleep in this? While I’m wearing it?”
Gods, the more he asked her to explain it, the more awkward she felt. Her cheeks were getting warmer by the second. But she nodded. “If you’d be okay with that.”
And when he agreed after thinking it over for a moment, she did find it a little surprising. But she wasn’t going to back out now, not as the captain brought her close to his neck, letting her and her pelt slip into the folds of his scarf. It was warm, and smelled of sweat and gunpowder, but that had never bothered Pip. It was cozy. Once she was settled in a comfortable pocket against his neck, situating her pelt between herself and his skin, she was practically invisible, lost under the scarf. No one would know she was there.
“You alright down there?” Price asked. So close to his throat, his deep voice rattled through her. Pip sighed and buried her face into the fabric.
“‘As good as I can be,” she answered.
"You're not gonna slit my throat while you're in there, are you?"
Now that was an idea. Pip hummed. "Tempting." But probably not. Probably.
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Stellato Lena. Medic & Healer. Skypeian Refugee. Former head medic of the Pangean Society. Done with Alliqui’s BS! Nemo’s best friend. The Captn’s consultant. The sweet voice of reason in a group of crazy people. May be delightful, but will slice you.
Tenebrius Ghyslainn. “Ghyst” // Ghost, Geist. Prince of Charon, Pledge of Pluto. Charonian Assassin; Nightwatch. Stronger than Obscuritas - Weaker than Caligo. Challenger of the night of a thousand tears. “.....” - Doesn’t talk much.
Maluga Jax. The Regulus-Renegate. Pilot & Pyrotechnician. Starlord of the Enceladus. Loves good old thrash metal & questionable cacti juice. Big fan of Milliway’s hot dogs. Former slave child of the Kardaij Mining Systems. Possibly carrier of Cygnian blood.
“Seras” Mace. First Son of the Seras Family. Head Warrior of the Olympus Tribe. Martial Artist & Musician. Mace refers to the bludgeoning weapon, resembling his skilled fist. Loves some good f*cking metal music. Has only combat, music and training on his mind. Possibly most disciplined.
Cimpi & Cimpa // Kimpi-Kimpo : Elf-Zwölf. Lunarian Orphans. Fashionistas & Infiltrators. “Too kawaii to die!” Are too cute to be suspected of any wrongdoings. Will play the confusing twin-game all the time. Who is who? You’ll never know! Wanna try some fashion? You’d be a perfect model for their lit “Jackpot-Couture”. Everyone can be cute with a little glitter.
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Of Wolpenauct: AKA Part One of a Raytas Continuation
In the midst of finding his newfound pals missing, Rayman meets a new face he's only heard of in stories.
After recently deciding to reinvent my old self-insert, I had to write a fic of them inserting them into the story of the Rayman cartoon. For context, "lago lago" is what I call Lac-Mac's species. "Vuni vuni" is the species of my other OC, who I'll hopefully write another fic for sometime soon.
"Betina? Lac-Mac?"
No answer.
"Flips? Cookie?"
No light but the moon's lit Rayman's way as he ran through the apartment door, strangely left ajar. An uncomfortable silence filled the space, leaving no hope for the thingamajig. No muffled music through Lac-Mac's earphones, nor off-key humming from the kitchen. Just Rayman's footsteps.
"...Guys?"
The eerie lack of Grub's car parked outside could only lead to one conclusion: Rayman's friends had been taken. Grub or Rigatoni finally caught up with them and only missed Rayman by happenstance.
"No…"
Rayman's heart ached for the first time since his home had been overtaken by the robot pirates. He leaned his back against the wall and sat, right in the spot he would sit with Lac-Mac and tell Flips stories of the Glade while the other listened to his music. Rayman failed both of them, as well as Betina and Cookie. He didn't realize that tears were welling up in his eyes while he thought of what he might've done if only he'd been there. What he could've done earlier. Find them a better home. Take them back to the Glade. Anything would've been better than this.
"Oh, stop that wailing, won't you?"
Rayman gasped as the voice reached him, removing his hands from his large, tearful eyes. Before him was what might've once upon a time been an angelic being, but has clearly seen better days. The sharp-muzzled lagomorph hovered outside the open window on large wings detached from their back, their once glistening blue garments now dulled. Large, sharp antlers floated above their head which was blanketed with a shaggy mane. One of their long ears was ripped to ribbons and a scar shut their right eye. From their mouth hung two massive fangs, curled perfectly over the short beard that sagged at the end of their chin. Their one good eye still sparkled as beautifully as the forest they called home.
Rayman jumped to his feet, not helping but to step closer to this creature as they flew into the ransacked apartment. As their large feet touched the floor, their wings shrunk until they were just small puffs of feathers that hovered behind their back. Their good eye narrowed at Rayman, catching the thingamajig off-guard. Rayman wiped his tears on one gloved hand before looking at the creature again.
"If memory serves," he began. "Then y-you're…"
"Wolpenauct," the creature introduced.
"...the Wingler!'
The creature, Wolpenauct, rolled their good eye.
"Yes, I suppose that's what those teensies call me."
Their voice was feminine, but sharp.
"Ly told me all about you," Rayman continued. "But she told me you disappeared."
"Yes, and I'm sure this… Ly has quite the bristling opinion of me," Wolpenauct huffed, their ears flattening against their head. "The rest of the Glade does."
"Actually," Rayman began, hesitantly. "She told me your story was tragic."
Wolpenauct's ears raised, good eye widening as they were caught off-guard.
"She did?"
Rayman nodded.
"The Beast Fairy. The one that never abandoned anyone, until they themself were abandoned," he paused. "...Why are you here?"
Wolpenauct's good eye started to scan the room, pots and pans knocked over with the upper cabinet door left ajar. A broken walkman and a lone teddy bear laying on the floor. It was evident that whatever mission the thingamajig started, he'd failed.
"I'd come looking for a kidnapped lago lago," Wolpenauct explained. "One of my creations. Apparently, you'd rescued him and kept him hidden up until now."
"Oh… Lac-Mac," Rayman sniffled, having to wipe his eyes again. "I'm sorry… he's not here."
"Well, I can see that," Wolpenauct answered sharply. "For being the Glade's hero, you haven't done a very good job protecting your friends."
"No need to rub it in," Rayman retorted, annoyance clear in his voice.
"Well, it's only fair I remind you that those of the Glade are a fickle people; if you don't save this Lac-Mac and the others, who knows? You might not be the Glade's favorite plaything anymore."
Rayman chose to ignore the "plaything" comment, for the time-being at least.
"Will you help me find them and get them back?" Rayman asked the creature.
Wolpenauct hummed, then shook their head. They turned their glance out the window, scanning the stars.
"There are others I must tend to," they explained. "While I had exiled myself, so many of my creations had been taken…"
"You mean, Lac-Mac and the others aren't the only ones?"
"Mmhm," Wolpenauct turned their head to face Rayman again and nodded. "Poaching the lago lago and the vuni vuni - that's another of my creations - has become popular. Why did you think Admiral Razorbeard tried to take away all of your old friends from your part of the Glade?"
"Gee, I didn't know that still went on… Does that mean there's more circuses?"
"Circuses, theaters… all kinds of performance venues have taken my creations from their homes to use them for their innate skills. I have made it my mission to find them and set them free." Wolpenauct's ears drooped as their glance drifted to the floor. "I owe it to them."
Rayman's eyes shifted in thought. When Admiral Razorbeard kidnapped him, the teensies, and Globox, none of them had any idea what they were getting into. To be sold off, to someone like Rigatoni? If Lac-Mac wasn't the only one of his kind being hunted, should Rayman seek them all out? He was, like Wolpenauct said, the Glade's hero after all. But before he could ponder any further, Wolpenauct looked at Rayman with a narrowed eye.
"Well? Are you going?" They asked. "Do I need to threaten you?"
"No," Rayman answered briskly, somewhat out of fear. "They're my friends. You're right; I have to find them."
"Then stop wasting time, Rayman," Wolpenauct retorted. "I'm going to hunt down those that are tormenting my creations. You'd better have succeeded in your mission the next time I see you."
Wolpenauct turned to go, only for a comment of Rayman's to give them pause.
"If you happen to run into Rigatoni, the guy that took Lac-Mac," he began. "You better be careful. He's got a temper."
"Ha," Wolpenauct sneered. "He doesn't have mine."
With that, the Beast Fairy's wings expanded, and they flew out the window. Rayman made tracks out of the darkness of the apartment into the darkness of the night. Don't worry, guys. I'm coming for you, he thought. Now, if only he knew where to start.
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Hi! I love your recent art of various dnd races, it's really cool and unique. I have a question, did you base the races off of animals or no? (Are you gonna do more dnd races too?)
Hey, thanks! Yeah, a few of them are inspired by real world animals. I have:
Orcs - wild boars + pigs (pretty heavily inspired by Dungeon Meshi's take on orcs, which I love)
Elves - lemurs, deer
Halflings - lagomorphs (pretty much rabbits and pikas)
Goblins - kind of bats, but also Just a Little Creachure
The rest of them aren't all that specifically based on one animal or another. Dwarves have whiskers because it makes sense to navigate narrow spaces.
I might do more dnd races in the future, if the spirit moves me! Mainly I just wanted to touch on the ones that I figure would have ""naturally evolved"", so no tieflings or aasimar who are shaped by like magic bloodlines or whatever.
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⟶ AO3 Link ⟶ Complete Work
Summary:
Five adventurers wake up in a strange place: the sky is red, the land is arid, and the local humanoids trend toward friendish. Most perplexing of all, none of them know how they got here. United by this shared confusion, the group sets out to find a way home, cobbling together a makeshift plan one step at a time. Along the way, they discover their pasts have followed them — or perhaps brought them to this hell in the first place.
Goliath barbarian Jugg still grieves the death of her clan; Aravand, a half-orc knight, and Lythrana, a drow ranger, both carry themselves with intrinsic nobility, but keep their worries and wants to themselves; tief-elf assassin Viper simply wants her cool knife back. And Hope – tiefling warlock and everyone’s bubbly best friend – just wants to reunite with her runaway twin sister. Together, the adventurers face unfamiliar landscapes, languages, and lagomorphs, all in the name of simply getting home.
Most Recently (Latest Update):
The party bartered for a room at an inn, and finally got to rest.
Author’s Note:
This is a “novelization” of my D&D group’s campaign. The DM’s homebrew premise was as above: the party wakes up in hell, with no knowledge of how or why they’re there. We began play at level 5 and made it to level 7. After two and a half years of play, the campaign ended before its planned conclusion, as long campaigns often do.
I enjoyed the story we all made together, and I want to record it for us. This project is, in earnest definition, fanfiction — I didn’t write the premise or setting, nor most characters, nor the majority of the plot. To avoid re-writing my friends’ original characters, the story is primarily from the perspective of my own player character, Hope.
Most of the party isn’t very active in this fandom space, but Viper was created & played by the brilliant @sp-aced-out 💖. Below is a brief description of the player characters and a table of contents linking the individual chapter posts. Thank you for reading!
Cast:
Aravand Silvertusk (he/him): 27 years old, half-orc, psionic warrior fighter, knight; voice notes: posh English
Hope Batulûk (she/her): 28 years old, tiefling, celestial warlock, river merchant; voice notes: Ted Lasso
Jugg Steadyguard (she/her): 30 years old, goliath, ancestral guardian barbarian, outlander
Lythrana [Redacted] (she/they): 24 years old, drow, gloom stalker ranger, noble
Viper Valokos (she/her): 19 years old, half-tiefling/half-drow, assassin/hexblade warlock, criminal; voice notes: CA valley girl
Table of Contents:
Prologue
Chapter One
Interlude
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four (Coming Soon)
Interlude (Coming Soon)
Extra Content:
Edits
Misc.
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Look at this picture my buddy ToastyRaincloud made me for our servers Secret Santa art trade!!!! My babies Mitsuo and Sona!!!!!!! 💕💖💝❤️💛💓❣️🫶💖
Please consider checking out his page, he's a gay transmasc artist who sells lots of anthro/Sonic adopts and loves drawing his space lagomorph ocs!!!! I love him so much!!!
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Multiple topic rant (all positive ^^)
2 animals
1 space
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First
Foxes (short):
I'm pretty sure everyone knows what a fox is, a small to medium omnivorous mammal belonging to several genera of the family Canidae.
Foxes live on every continent except Antarctica, and the most common is the red fox.
Foxes typically live about 3-10 years
Look at it! So cute and silly!! I love them <3
Next! Ocelots!
The ocelot is a medium-sized, spotted wild cat that likes to eat armadillos, opossums, and lagomorphs (rabbits and hares) it's good at climbing, leaping and swimming. It hunts at twilight and night. It usually does so on its own.
Sooooo cuteeee!!!
Next! Pluto time on earth!
For just a moment near dawn and dusk each day, the illumination on Earth matches that of high noon on Pluto!
What does that mean for you? If you go outside at this time on a clear day, the world around you will be as bright as the brightest part of the day on Pluto!
Isn't that so cool!?!??!
Unfortunately, clear days are hard to come by :((
I hope you enjoyed! What do you think about all this?
FOXES ARE LITERALLY SO CUTE RAHHH I LOVE THEM I WANT TO PET THEM XHJSBDIEBDIBBDUEBUD the same could be said for ocelots honestly they're both so squishy and adorable hehehehehehehehehe
GAHH THAT IS COOL!!! pluto is so silly i wish i could hug a planet. i think that would be neat :3
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