Anonymous asked you: A little baby elephant stumbles into your ask box, holding a small letter in his mouth. He hands the note to you and it reads, “I love you. You are a wonderful, loved person.” Pass it on to the first ten people on your dash anonymously.

==> THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR HOW HARD YOU’RE SOBBING.

==> YOU HUG THE TINY ELEPHANT AND CRY ON IT. IT PAPS YOU WITH ITS TINY TRUNK.

==> The elephant has been adopted into the Tiburón Tigre. Random Encounters with the Tiny Elephant have now been enabled. It is a noble blueblood, and it loves you. Yes, YOU.

What if beez?

catalyticcatharsis:

[So this is kind of a non-Makena/Saatra crack piece that I was told I should write. Inspired by this. Word count 435.]

Requin felt a pit of guilt in his stomach as he watched his little slave mourn. He’d been non-functional for a few days now, coming out of his red or blue episodes just to cry. He was thankful none of his highblood peers were around to see him go so easy on the boy. He wanted to let Psi mourn. He owed him that. It was his shitty security that got the young Troll’s lusus killed.

“Psi?” he called gently. He took the small acknowledgement as an invitation and saw himself inside. He sat beside Psi and wrapped his arms around him. He whispered apology after apology until finally Psi responded.

“It’s just…” he croaked, barely able to form words. Requin just pet the boy’s hair until he was able to form the words. “I miss Mommy… and I just have so many unanswered questions.”

“I will do my best to answer them. I’m so, so sorry, my little bee, and I will do anything I can to…” to what? Make it up to him? How can you make up something like this to somebody? “I will do anything I can for you.”

“B-but Momm-mmy knew ev-verything…”

“Well I know a lot,” he nudged Psi gently, trying to give him a reassuring smile, “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, but will you give me a chance?”

The young boy gave him a somber nod, hiccupping a little between sniffles. Requin calmly wiped Psi’s tears with the corner of his cape.

“There we are. I have to go attend to matters on the ship. Is there anything you need from me before I go?” Requin smiled and brushed back Psi’s tangled hair.

“What if…” but his voice caught.

“Go on. It’s alright,” he reassured softly.

“What if the sea was bees?” Requin did a double take, completely thrown off guard.

“I—what?”

“And what if there was a bee gun? What if you FORGOT to reload the bee gun?”

“uh, whu—?”

“What if on Mardi Gras instead of beads, you threw bees? What if bees were rainbow drinkers? What if the ship was bees? What if—

“What if I’M bees?”

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between then as Requin fought to think of how to handle this. Then it began going downhill. Psi saw it in his master’s eyes. He didn’t know and he would never know the answers to the questions he had, even if his illogical state of mind produced complete nonsense. Requin stuttered and then began fighting to answer his questions in a way that would make him happy.

Perfect.

“No, Ioudas. You ARE the bees.”

And then Ioudas was a hornet.

Anonymous asked you: (( Ckret, has anyone told you lately that your mind is a thing of eldritch beauty? While I was writing, I thought, “Should I specify that the spoon hits him on the head? Nah…” and then you had the spoon hit him on the head. I am just so amused right now. ))

Hey guys, my mind is a thing of eldritch beauty! :D

thanks.

sugary-empress:

((I’m gonna go. Talk to you losers in the morning!))

#nah jk u guys aern’t losers #ckret2 is actually #but she’s a loser because she needs to update the zimpreg fic #the rest of you are p cool #ooc

y u so meen 2 me, none of THEM are updating the zimpreg fic either

;n;

catalyticcatharsis:

[not only am I skipping ahead, I’m totally cheating! I’ve had this written up for months now and am gonna get my first 213 words with it! YEEHAW!

Have some Sadstuck, everyone!]

He sat. Quietly, pensively. He couldn’t shake the unease.

He’d seen it coming for a while. One doesn’t quadrant a Troll more than half way across the hemospectrum without coming to terms with it

She was slowing down. Of course, he would be among the first to admit he’d lost some spryness, and would begrudgingly admit his usual mode of dress perhaps did not look as good as it once did… but he wasn’t losing it like she was. Her joints hurt, her eyes were nigh on useless now, she tired easily and her wits had greatly dulled.

She was coming up on the end of her life and he still had so much more to go.

“Requin?”

He jumped, then laughed at himself. He turned back to look up at his mate standing behind him.

“Hello, sugarplum.” He smile for her, despite the red film clouding her eyes. He pat the ground beside him. She smiled back at him.

“We can do that inside. The sun will be up soon.”

He paused, smile fading a little.

“I… I know. Will you stay with me here a little before then?”

She smiled back, kissing him before settling beside him. She wrapped an arm around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.

IM SORRY YOURE WRITING MAKENA/REQUIN FANFICTION FOR NANOWRIMO

TEA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OMFG

Anonymous asked you: brown purple

Purple - You’re hot.
Brown - I would fuck you.

messages liike these make me both very arrogant and very confused

catalyticcatharsis asked you: [OH MY GOD I JUST NOTICED YOUR ADDITION TO YOUR BLOG. It is seriously fucking adorable omg. i can’t. i. ]

Isn’t it just though. <3