SleepingSilence

What Are You Listening To?

It's a little on the repetitive side. But SiM never makes bad music.

And of course this is already an upcoming anime OP.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I practice and encourage the motto to pass the good around.

Today's example

My mom whose still recovering from a cold, randomly came over to my house and brought me a box of keurig cups. Because "she sensed I was out of them".

So I walked a few miles in the cold and carried my friend's backpack, because he got off work late and felt tired.

But out of every place my friend and cat decides to sleep. My cat right above my head, and my friend right on my floor. (They both have beds. '>.>)

I-I wanted to listen to music while I'm writing though...

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Shepard held onto Fifi for as long as she remained still. Knowing this was going to be a rough night, when nothing he did seemed to soothe the child. But it was also his second chance to get rest over the past few days. So he continued to gently stroke the princess’ head and backside with his paw. Okay dear... Lucario responded in a calm, yet weary tone. With his severe lack of sleep starting to challenge his withstanding composure. Though unless she happened to hear the subtly elevated pace of his heart or sharpness in his exhale, it wouldn’t be noticed. We’ll talk about it more in the morning. Lucario urged Fifi, before trying to not engage with her further. Because despite Eevee’s repeated efforts to keep him talking; it wasn’t his first rodeo, and he could’ve fallen asleep regardless of whatever she was doing on top of him.

However, there was a bigger obstacle that he couldn’t overcome. Your daddy wouldn’t want you to worry about him, princess. I promise—and I’ll help you find your true family in any way I can. No matter what. Lucario whispered in a kind tone. Proceeding to smile fondly at the sight of her finally dozing off. Sweet dreams, Fifi…have them for the both of us. He thought.

* * *

But Shepard wasn’t the only member of their family that hadn’t slept in a while. So Eevee would be the first to wake up in that bedroom, and leave without disturbing the trio. Since the morning sunlight was blocked by Noctowl’s body. With Sceptile’s Sleep Powder still sparkling all over the light-sleeper’s wings, chest feathers and forehead.

Thus, it would’ve been possible for Fifi to look out of the high window. If the princess managed to climb up the hammock’s chains and scale the wall. Otherwise, she’d notice plenty of open shutters in the second floor hallway that illuminated the space, and made it easier for Fifi to find her way downstairs. Albeit, not without being seen by at least one eyewitness. Being the curious Croconaw—who was peeking out from the Resident Medic’s sewing room door. Or at least, she was one who was here the most often.

“Mummy. Mummy. That girl I saved last night is leaving Shepard’s room-” The gator alerted in a hushed volume, after turning his attention back into the room. Proceeding to quickly waddle over to the wide rocking chair that Audino had sat in. “What should we do?” He asked with a concerned frown, looking up at her smiling face.

“You can come up and sit with your mummy.” Her soft loving voice replied, as the Cronocaw beamed a smile and eagerly climbed up into the seat. With his body actually taking up more room than hers did. Before the Audino gave her chubby boy some tender headpats. “Neither you or Shepard has any right to stop the princess from going out on her own.” Audino noted, using the term that Cronocaw had used when telling his grand tale earlier. “And if she wants to go. It’s her choice. Understand, Chomps?” She suggested sweetly. Always seeing the Cronocaw’s eyes twinkle with glee, whenever Audino used the name she had given him. Opposed to how upset he’d get when others called him something else, or changed the name to tease his gluttonous appetite.

“I understand.” Chomps nodded, before he carefully leapt down onto the large rug covering most of the floor. Quick to scamper away into the hall and look out of a back window, where he proceeded to spot Eevee’s heading toward the wooded area. “But I can still follow her, right? Hmm…” He questioned, considering what reason he could use. “I bet Shepard would want me to.” Cronocaw confirmed to himself.

* * *

Meanwhile, everyone’s breakfast was already well on its way to being made. As their aproned chef proceeded to carry a silver tray down the hall and inside the stables where the three brothers had slept. “Good morning gentlemen! I brought you two some milk coffee.” Miltank announced in a cheerful manner, seeing the Tauros smiling and his tails casually swirling in circles. A unique habit that made it look like his backside was trying to propel itself off the ground—but it was simply the Resident Workaholic’s usual behavior.

“Oh, you positively spoil us. Sweetheart.” The gruff older voice lauded, as Miltank walked up and set the tray down onto an empty wooden barrel. “You know. Back in my pasture days, I’d never imagined that something could taste this good.” Tauros recalled, in an equally good-natured manner.

“Yeah. You’ve said that before. Many times.” Combusken murmured, with a trying-not-to-be-so-grouchy expression. And our chef knows that. Cuz’ she was there with you, old timer. Combusken thought, after he finished fastening the oat bag to the forlorn Mudsdale’s muzzle.

“Thank you, lad.” Mudsdale uttered in a somber tone, as he started to stand back up again. As Combusken gave the draft horse a brief reassuring smile for his sake.

While Miltank smiled proudly, and waved her hoof dismissively. “Oh-ho. You flatter me dear.” She commented, not intending to make Tauros stop. As Miltank had brought him over a large steamy bowl of her coffee, to assist Tauros in slurping it up.

“Mmm. Yes, delicious as always. Thank you chef.” He acknowledged, before looking over to Combusken. “Hey bucko. You really should drink yours, before it gets too cold.” Tauros declared, as the fire chicken rolled his eyes and walked up to his mug.

“Things don’t get cold around me.” He retorted, proceeding to heat up his coffee further to the point that it was scalding hot. Each one too busy to overhear Chomps scampering out of the back door.

* * *

It wasn’t too long when Fifi passed out by ‘the large river’ that was more akin to a shallow stream past their backyard trees; that Croconaw tripped and fell at least twice in his attempt to follow her lead.

“Nobody—saw—me.” Cronocaw uttered aloud between breaths. Waddling himself over to Eevee’s body, as he couldn’t help but be nervous at the sight. Uh-oh. She didn’t drink the water, did she? It has poisonous algae growing at the bottom of it. So we haven’t used it for anything. The gator thought, with a long worried stare. Hmm...her face isn’t purple- Cronocaw noted, before getting on all fours and leaning his head near her chest. Trying to listen to her heartbeat, as he only then noticed the tears in Fifi’s eyes. “H-H-hey…princess?” Chomps stammered, with a sad look on his face. Not very good at seeing others crying, as he tried again. “Princess?”

Current Mood in One Gif

What Are You Listening To?

Ban the Person above you

Banned for expecting better mission rewards.

the alphabet game. lol

Winner

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

I would have paid double for Returnal

@Fabricant451

Don't give them any ideas.

I've heard decent things about that one. But to me, it looked like "pretty Risk Of Rain 2" and I got that for fifteen bucks.

On a note when looking it up, it apparently just recently implemented a save feature. Because like half its negative Metacritic seem to be complaining that the roguelike game is a roguelike. (And it crashes a lot, which is far more understandable and quite potentially the systems' fault. Because I know that all too well with my PS4.).

But hey, if you've never played Risk Of Rain 2. Maybe give it shot, and you'll like it too.

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread Number Two

I have not played a lot of games. But I will at some point.

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Microsoft bought another company. (Activision/Blizzard) And all I see is how gleeful others have been in how this somehow screws over Sony.

Was every power-hungry asshole thing they did and said during the XboxOne era simply forgotten about? (Looking at console sales figures between the two companies, I guess not.) Still, why on earth is 'them having more power', a good thing?

And neither one of them has fixed their production issues. Which is frankly embarrassing.

But Sony is basically the diet coke of evil. So it's not like I have a side to root for here. It's just that I'm not cheering on monopolies growing larger, or for the obvious greater of two evils.

At least Halo doesn't suck again, I guess?

(I also have yet to hear about any new PS5 games that were worth it's 70 dollar price tag. But a lot of 'em sure are pretty lookin' aren't they?)

Pokemon: Farmhand For Hire (Suspended)

Fifi would’ve noticed how effortlessly he moved across the hallway and led them upstairs, without ever once letting her out of his sight⁠. Almost as if Lucario didn’t have to look where he was going. Alright dear. I need you to calm down a little and stay with me. Okay? Shepard urged her politely, on his way up to the top step. Realizing that his sister’s milk might’ve replenished a bit too much of the young princess’ energy. Especially since his superior reflexes had to keep her from touching the floor numerous times now. Yet she seemed no longer reluctant to stray from his side. Most of my family sleeps on this floor. Lucario elaborated further. So please⁠. Promise me that you won’t try to wander off somewhere. He requested in a fatherly tone.

Continuing his leisurely stroll through the second floor hallway, after turning left and approaching one of the many colorful and elaborate oil paintings, which hung from the surrounding walls. Each one uniquely titled, and signed by the same signature at the bottom. However, this particular canvas managed to catch Fifi’s interest long enough to absorb the work’s basic details. Seeing the seven suited human figures; all reaching their arms out ahead of them and frolicking in separate rows of a rainbow-colored field of flowers. Titled as “Morning Meadow Of Married Men.” Being the most attention-grabbing piece for Fifi to gaze upon. Placed beside a ticking grandfather clock, with wooden Pokemon carvings of several legendary birds around its face.

Every drawing on the wall was painted by our young master. Shepard explained to her, while unconsciously itching his arm. The boy truly loved to draw, whenever he had any free time. Lucario added, with a brief sad smile. Before Fifi was quickly carried off, in his silent rush toward their bedroom door. But come now, you must get your rest. Shepard suggested. Allowing Fifi to be easily fascinated by the large ornate silver mirror; which was visible from the moment Lucario had opened the gap wide enough for him to enter.

However, Shepard couldn't cover Fifi’s loud maw in time to prevent another family member from sheepishly poking their fluffy head out of a further left-side archway. Hmm? I wonder whose- A young feminine voice pried, until her swiftly inflated pupils trembled at the sight of this unknown stranger. Before she immediately poofed back into her room. Jumping head first into a pile of plush blankets, before she scurried underneath them to completely conceal herself. Excluding the flickering tip of her bulb-like tail. T-t-t-that was a close one... Mareep thought.

* * *

Meanwhile, his high-ceiling bedroom was rather limited in terms of furnishings. Beside the two hammock beds that were hanging from its rafters on either side. The white one on the right, already occupied with a slumbering Sceptile, with his bearish snores being muffled by a big feather pillow put over his face. Along with his surprisingly small dark-green blanket that was being held firmly in his claws.

This one’s ours. Lucario noted, while pointing toward the dark gray one that had nothing else inside of it. Since extra covers made Shepard feel too warm. Giving Fifi a chance to spot the Noctowl up above on the room's single window sill, soundly sleeping in-between the two men. Maybe if you’re good, princess. Shepard offered in response to her final query. And good girls are always quiet at nighttime. Lucario asserted calmly, as he proceeded to climb into his resting spot.