#spottedseal

dudes, i kinda fucked up...

i thought that Law was based on the cute spotted seal when actually he was based on a fucking leopard seal

here is my version of Law as spotted seal mink/furry

The door closes on her room of teaching. Another day finished, another day of distractions. And she stands still for a few moments,  as emerald scan the    destruction  .  Thankfully today was not one that involved too much mess, remnants of glitter in her fingertips and a single piece of pasta stuck to the hem of her skirt. Thumb and index finger carefully pluck this away, swiftly dropping it in the small bin beside her. Hands to hips as she silently decides the route to finish tasks. 

           And as always, once method comes to routine, she is finished quicker than anticipated. She herself soon closing the door, locking it behind her. Clutching the keys in her hand, no need to place them away due to home being close by. She makes for her exit and absentmindedly,   instinctively   allow feet to carry her home. It is now that she notices the late afternoon sun, a reminder that warmer days were upon them. Though it still late winter, she smiles at the rays that bring a shed of warmth to the skin on her face. Her mood suddenly lifted, she decides not to dwell on another day passing without her mother, and uses this positivity to be productive. Her classroom was afterall, a few weeks overdue a flower assortment. And it did always help keep her   OPTIMISM   high. 

         Less than an hour later she has herself prepared to leave, giving the heads up to one of the gate watchers. Aerith   assures   them she would be fine, and yet they would still worry. She knew daylight hours would be in short supply, and she knew she couldn’t ‘sit and smell the flowers’. This wasn’t her first experience, but she did have a gun packed with a few bullets --   just   in   case.  

         Worn deep burgundy boots crunch through the grass that lays just outside the settlement, hand raised to forehead to allow better vision despite sun blinding her peripheral. Nodding to herself, a   MELODIC   hum to follow, , she makes tracks for a spot just a little further than where she would usually visit. Brave of her to feel this bold, but she just couldn’t pass up the chance to find the hyacinth’s she overheard a couple mention in the bar. These were a rarity, and one that would look beautiful in her collection. 

        Wind whistling sends shivers, she very aware that she is further away from her safety net. If thats what she could truly call it.. There were more days than not when she feared her fathers arrival. More nightmares than she can count. And she is still undecided if Jackson is  to be her forever home. And these are the thoughts she may dwell on as she makes way through forests. 

            Eventually she comes to a clearing, an abandoned building and destroyed variations of vehicles lay ahead. This could potentially be a breeding ground for them, it looked just like the description from some of the patrol. Unfortunately no one was scheduled to come along this route, this was the risk she alone decided to take.  But she’d come this far. One more glance over her shoulder before she walks further -- though with a more   cautious   approach. 

        Peaceful and quiet, the only sounds are that of ground beneath her, breath and distant birds chirping. How wonderful it was to hear some form of wildlife, another moment to bring as smile to her face. No clickers or runners in sight, but the sun draws to a close ever quicker. If she does not find what she is searching for soon, to her   DISMAY  , she would have to return. And just as she is seconds away from turning back, a shade of blue catches her gaze. A pause, a stare - just to be sure. Could this   really   be what she was looking for?

    Without further hesitation, she jogs to the   aforementioned   flower. Crouching instantly as she approaches, a smile beaming on her   delicate   features, she opens her bag without delay and begins to snap pictures of the flower. Different angles, and many shots. She would have to research how this flower could be   PRESERVED    before an attempt of removal.  Had time been on her side, she would sit and draw the nature in its natural habitat. The click of her camera is shortly followed by the click of something not so welcoming. 

              Like a deer in headlights, she freezes on the spot. Ever so slowly does she turn to see what she feared and prayed she would not find. Swallowing thick she rises to her feet, one foot behind the other, retracing her steps. And it is   UNFORTUNATE   that she does not make it far enough to freedom. It is deeply   luckless   that these oh so cautious movements would indeed alert  the abomination. It was but a simple branch that   revealed   her presence.

             “Crap!” She cries to herself, now turning and taking leave to the nearby abandoned building. Throwing anything at it that she could to cause a stumble  in its response to her. After what seems like an eternity, and her fists and forehead   DRENCHED   with sweat, she makes beline into the building, shutting the door behind her and finding an old piece of wood (   with   fortunate   timing   ) to stick through the handles to ensure she was safe for a few more moments. 

              And this building is nearly pitch black. Panic rising in her breath, heart beating faster and the   daunting   realisation.  But after brief examination, she appears to be alone. However the door does not stop causing racket as the clicker continues to hunt for its prey. Swift to retrieve her weapon, she aims it at the door as she backs to a nearby wall. This situation is all to familiar to her. And in a cry of worry she finds her back  sliding down the wall, hands to cover over her ears as she begins to scream to herself. 

          “Make it   stop  , make it stop!” Tears threaten in the corner, she didn’t want her end to be the same of her mothers. At this point the clicker may have alerted others. Her bullets sparse -- if she was lucky, this may extend her life by that of   mere   seconds.

So, my best friend and I were talking about Dolphin Lance, based off of autocorrect and the Space Mall episode. (Maybe I’ll show you the texts later on, but probably not.) We got to talking about what Pidge would be. I started with puffer fish, but he pointed out that they are toxic and don’t really fit Pidge. So, we ended up with a spotted seal. I was bored, so I made very quick, bad edits on my phone. Might as well show you. Note that I will draw ACTUAL art later on. XD Enjoy!

(THE PHOTOS ARE NOT MINE AND I ONLY SAW THEM ON GOOGLE IMAGES.)

omg i also drew this

well, i actually like how it came out