#cautionbewareofdog

“Did a dog just save my life?” Riley wonders aloud, bewildered as she sits up from where a runner had tackled her into the concrete before a growling mass of fur rocketed from out of nowhere.

She presses a hand against her chest to calm her racing heart but notices her hand is wet with goo from the runner’s now-smashed head and she retches and wipes it off hurriedly on her jeans. Washing it off is officially future-Riley’s problem.

{ Plotted starter for @cautionbewareofdog }

Amelia sat in a chair by one of the officer’s desks; she was used to being here, getting called whenever they needed her help on different matters. Since she had the ability to see the codes of different technology through touch, she was more efficient than most of the local computer hackers that they had had to employ in the past to get the needed information off of things. 

However, today it was for a different reason that she was here. Not necessarily to help the cops, but rather, for them to help her. And..for her to be going home with a new friend. Since she had befriended the officer who had been working with Aloy, Amelia was familiar enough with her. And she liked her - Aloy was a nice dog, as far as Amelia was concerned. Although, she was sure this was likely because of the fact that she wasn’t one of the criminals that Aloy had been trained to take down. 

        there’s still a part of ellie that is cautious to what joel has said when it came to the fireflies. tons of immunes? that didn’t sound right. but still. he wouldn’t lie to her would he? she didn’t know anymore.

Something was barreling through the woods. Something BIG. Even if Arrie couldn’t see which direction it was coming from, the noise alone was enough for her to take caution. Despite the density of the tree here, she still managed to unfold a pair of wings that got her up to a relatively high branch. 

If it’s a bear, she’ll just start tree-hopping, she thought to herself. Little did she know that she’d soon be looking at a bear-sized dog.

wtf are you hoarding in there? XD

Mostly ask memes, gifs/visuals of my muses, musings, and of course replies. But that wasn’t a large majority of it. Most of it was ask memes and other stuff that wasn’t really needed in there. Sometimes reference stuff.

Luckily, I got it down to 200′s now, instead of 500′s, close to 600. Hopefully, I can keep it around that number or even lower it. I basically just hoard a ton of things in my drafts, say I’ll clean it out, and never do lmao. It took me at least two hours to get it down to that number.

I am scared that I might be hit with it too .-. this beta shit sucks what is wrong with tumblr

     Saren was eager to arrive at the Bureau in Denver, mostly because it meant a cozy bed and a roof over her head. Trying to track down her target had been more difficult than she anticipated. A late spring snow storm had slowed her progress in the mountains, and she had essentially lost the trail.

     It was more so the snow storm that made Saren turn back; she considered it too much trouble to find a place to take shelter, and it was exponentially hard to navigate her way as the snow had basically blinded her. As she pulled up to the Bureau, a new edition sitting outside one of entrances caught her eye.

Esprit knew immediately that something was different about Viserion. Not only was the dog HUGE in comparison to most dog breeds, never mind the German Shepards, but there was something about her scent... Something unique that Esprit felt was familiar, and yet couldn’t pin-point exactly what it was. This was especially surprising considering that she was a grizzly at the moment; the land mammal with the best sense of smell, arguably in the whole animal kingdom. 

Regardless, Esprit approached cautiously, careful to not show any signs of aggression as she circled about Viserion, sniffing in hopes that something will trigger a memory of hers.

“What... Made you like this?” the shapeshifter asked telepathically. “You are biological, but your kind doesn’t usually grow to your size.”