#Handler for the Untamable

[clonedchaos]

“Did You Just Propose to me with Crochet Dinosaurs?”

Just a little Drabble for @fyeahjurassicocs Jurassic Pride Month featuring two of my Jurassic World OCs (whom I really need to get around to writing more 😭). This is just for fun/practice with them and many of the prompts so far have been interesting, so might as well jump in. (I'm late, I'm so very sorry ;-;) Sooooo… Enjoy!

Prompt: Day 1- Jurassic World Pride Parade

“Danny! Take a look at this!”

Jordan turned away from the vibrant collage of colors parading down Times Square. The sounds of the crowd deafened her senses, but she was able to detect her girlfriend’s voice anywhere.

Natalie stood a few feet away at one of the nearby Pride market booths with a giddy look on her face. She had decided to go all out for the New York Pride festival, an uncommon contrast from her rather modest clothing. Her black curls were done up in a high bun and her face was adored with intricate flowers and star designs painted with blues, purples, and pinks. She had on a flowery blue top with faux flowers on the collar and a purple and pink ombré petticoat.

Jordan on the other hand was blanketed in a lesbian flag that doubled as a cape. Her brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and held tight with a pink flower clip. Natalie had painted a heart on her cheek and applied a smoky eye shadow look for extra flair that Jordan was careful not to smudge despite her aversion to makeup. The colors framed her like the setting sun itself.

She ducked and weaved through the crowd towards her girlfriend. Natalie spun to face her with a wide grin. In her palms was a tiny crocheted hadrosaurus crafted in various shades of orange, white, and pink. “It’s a… ‘Lesbeosaurus.’ Get it? Because it’s a Lambeosaurus?”

Jordan chuckled as Natalie placed it in her palms. She gave it a little scratch on the head, fondly reminiscing on the times she had raised infant dinosaurs after they had been birthed from the hatchery. Despite the fall of Jurassic World, she still missed the dinosaurs on the island dearly. Especially Indie. How was the Indominus Rex doing, anyways?

“It’s adorable, Nat,” was all she said as she forced the thoughts away.

“And this one too,” Natalie added, reaching over to pluck a crocheted Dilophosaurus from its stand. “A Bi-lophosaurus… Do we need these? Or… DO we need these?” She smirked.

Jordan reached up and placed the hadrosaur on her shoulder like it was her mini partner in crime. “I think I’ve learned now not to let you run off on your own during a pride parade. Our wallets will thank us later once we ditch the market.”

Natalie gave a mock pout as she held her Dilophosaurus up to her head. “Oh, come on. It’s just one purchase.”

“You said that at the last four booths we went to,” Jordan snorted with a smile. Natalie had swore to her that the beaded necklace sporting the bi flag’s colors and a rainbow blanket for the apartment was a necessity, not a want. And of course a pride flag for the balcony, because their resident canine and feline had a habit on chewing on anything they could sink their teeth into and Natalie wasn’t about to let them tarnish something so important during pride month. Which, naturally, led to Natalie purchasing collars and toys for their ‘fur babies’. Jordan needed to pull her out of the market fast, before she blew their life savings in one day.

“This is perfect for your locker at work and my office at the vet,” Natalie claimed, already pulling out some cash from her purse. Before Jordan could stop her, the transfer was complete. If anyone was more stubborn than her, it would be Natalie-- though others had stated she was a lot more calm and collected about it like a forest stream while Jordan's emotions tended to crackle off her like a firework.

“There. Now we have two new buddies for our collection,” Natalie smiled, nudging her on the shoulder. As if either of them needed more dinosaur merchandise, they’d already gotten far too many memorabilia from their time working at Jurassic World.

Jordan smiled and reached up on her tiptoes. Natalie stood a full foot taller than her. It annoyed her to no end that she was the "small girlfriend". It annoyed her even more that Natalie occasionally liked to sweep her up bridal style when she was annoyed or flustered to calm her down. Well, that second part didn't annoy her truthfully, but no one else but Nat needed to know that!

She put her Lambeosaurus in front of Natalie's Dilophosaurus and made the two plushies give each other a swift peck on the cheek. “There. Now they’re dating. Like us.”

Natalie set her hand in Jordans as the two headed back into the throng of people. The roar of the crowd nearly drowned out their words, but Jordan could undeniably hear Natalie’s comment. “Dating? No, they’re engaged.”

Jordan’s head whipped toward her girlfriend as a blush crept across her cheeks. Natalie was suddenly down on one knee, diamond ring in hand. The paleo veterinarian seemed flustered, her usual collected exterior flooded with anxiety as she awaited a response.

Jordan was momentarily stunned and unable to cling to any thought spiraling through her head. It was really happening? Here? Right now? She wasn’t dreaming this, was she?

Her heart felt light for the first time in several years. She lunged forward, nearly tackling Natalie to the ground. Taking that as an acceptance, Natalie began to laugh. Jordan laughed with her as they held one another in a gentle embrace.

“…Did you just propose to me with crochet dinosaurs?”

[angelofthenight01]

Mission accomplished

Yelena Belova x Reader

genre: enemies to lovers    ||     warnings: none 

tovarish = comrade

The wind whipped at your face, carrying the gritty scent of industrial decay. You clung to the rusted railing of the abandoned factory, your grip tight, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Below, the fight was a chaotic ballet of fists and blades, a whirlwind of black leather and determined snarls. And right in the thick of it, moving with lethal grace and pure, unadulterated fury, was Yelena Belova.

You'd been tailing her for weeks, ever since your handler had assigned you to monitor her activities. She was a ghost, a shadow, a whisper in the underbelly of the world, and tracking her had been a frustrating, infuriating game of cat and mouse. But you were tenacious, skilled in your own right, and you'd finally cornered her. Maybe cornered wasn't the right word, considering how easily she seemed to be handling a half-dozen goons at once.

You were supposed to take her out, a clean extraction. But something about the way she moved, the sheer, raw power, the almost desperate ferocity in her eyes… it had stopped you. You found yourself studying her, more than acting against her.

She spun, a blur of motion, and a man’s grunt echoed through the factory floor as he went down, clutching his throat. Her gaze, sharp and piercing, flicked upward, meeting yours. For a brief, terrifying second, everything else faded. Her green eyes, even in the low light, burned into yours, a challenge, a warning.

Then, she was moving again, a whirlwind of destruction, leaving unconscious bodies in her wake. You watched her finish the last one off, a sharp, efficient jab to the throat. She straightened, breathing heavily, and finally, properly noticed you.

"You," she spat, her voice low and gravelly. "Following me again, tovarish?" She wiped a smear of blood from her cheek with the back of her glove, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Work hazard," you replied, dropping lightly from the railing to the ground. It wasn't the most impressive landing, but you didn't let her see your hesitation. You kept your movements loose, ready. "You're making a lot of noise, Belova. I was curious."

A smirk twisted her lips, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. "Interested, or concerned?"

"Neither," you lied, drawing out a small, curved blade from a hidden sheath in your boot. "Just… efficient."

She laughed, a short, sharp bark, devoid of humor. "Efficient? You were watching me from the rafters like a… a frightened sparrow.” She moved closer, each step calculated, predatory. “Come down here, little bird, let's see how efficient you really are."

The fight was fast, brutal, and exhilarating. You traded blows with a ferocity that surprised even yourself. Her attacks were precise, designed to exploit weaknesses, and your own years of training met them with an equal, if slightly less refined, ferocity. Your blades clashed, sparks flying, the air thick with the scent of ozone and sweat. You feinted left, moved right, and used the momentum to push her back. She met it with a force that nearly buckled your knees, a snarl ripping through her.

For the first time, you felt a thrill that wasn't about completing a mission. It was the thrill of the hunt, of meeting an equal, a force of nature as wild and untamed as yourself. You wanted to push her, test her limits, see how much she could take, and if you were honest, push your own too.

The fight culminated in a brutal grapple. You were chest-to-chest, breathing hard, your blades pressed against each other, the tension between you almost palpable. Your eyes locked; hers were burning with a fury that matched your own, but something flickered beneath the surface, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

"This could go on all night," she said, her voice breathless, a hint of amusement coloring it. "Or," she added, lowering her voice to a husky whisper, "we could find something more... productive to do."

You pushed against her, just enough to create a fraction of distance. “Productive?”

“We’re both tired of this dance, sparrow,” she said, her gaze intense. “Let’s see what else we can do together.”

You knew you should report her, report the fight, report the… weird, charged energy that crackled between you. But you didn't. Instead, you found yourself agreeing. Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe it was the intoxicating pull of the woman before you, but you let her lead you away from the factory, into the heart of the city's hidden shadows.

The lines between enemies and something… else blurred with each passing day. You met in secret, training sessions that became something more intimate, arguments that turned into heated debates, and then, eventually, something akin to… a reluctant, dangerous trust. You learned her vulnerabilities, her past, the ghosts that haunted her, and she, surprisingly, seemed to learn yours. And with every shared glance, every brushed hand, the tension simmered, threatening to boil over.

One rain-soaked night, hiding in a derelict subway station, you kissed. It was desperate, fierce, and tasted of rain and metal and something deeply, terrifyingly real. You pulled back, both of you gasping for air, your lips tingling with the aftershock.

“This is… complicated,” you said, your voice trembling slightly.

Yelena smirked, that familiar glint back in her eyes. “Complicated is fun, sparrow.” She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. “And I’m not one for simple.”

The world outside the subway station was still dangerous, still filled with threats. But you no longer faced it alone. You had an ally, a partner, an adversary who had become something else, something more. You knew this could end in flames, but for the first time, you didn't want to run. You were ready to face whatever came, together. Because sometimes, the most dangerous enemies make the most captivating lovers. And with Yelena Belova by your side, you knew chaos was only just beginning.

[singularattitudeofasafetypin]

Convalescence

Chapter Three

Masterlist | Chapter Two | Chapter Four

Summary: Reader tries to make the soldier feel more at home.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: self deprecation, ptsd, fear and anxiety

A/N: again, this isn’t edited or proofread so if you see a mistake, no you didn’t! Please reblog if you enjoyed and leave me a comment to say what you thought! Hope you enjoy!

Please don’t copy my work

The soldier woke with a start.

He always did.

As though horrified he’d ever let himself close his eyes.

His gaze darted about the room. Bare and sparsely decorated, with piled boxes pushed into the corner. The mattress had a sheet now, a comforter too but he never slept on it. Beds were a luxury for handlers and higher-ups. He wasn’t allowed.

Still, he always managed to wake up tangled in the blanket on the floor.

It was warm. Secure despite the door hanging slightly ajar. It let the light spill in from the hallway. Light. That was another thing he wasn’t used to.

More of it peeked out from behind the curtains, filtered through newsprint that papered the glass.

He shifted. Muscles ached from the contortionist’s act he’d slept in but the dull pain that blotted his torso was beginning to fade.

Crawling out of his cocoon, he caught sight of the open doorway. In the slice of yellow light, just before the threshold was a plate of food.

You’d been here.

You’d caught him sleeping.

But you hadn’t reprimanded him?

His stomach growled viciously, pulling him out of his mind. He wanted the food. Needed it. But this time was different. This time you hadn’t been there. You hadn’t given an order. He knew the price of making such selfish assumptions.

His spirit protested.

But his flesh was weak.

He’d crossed the room before he could stop himself and gorged himself on bread and cheese. The slight salt of the spread burst across his tongue, then a tang from the thinly sliced cheese. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted. At least, that he could remember.

The tap of your footstep snapped him out of paradise.

He dropped the crusts, scrambling backward as you came into view. He’d done it now. The coveted taste soured in his mouth at the thought of the punishment he’d incurred.

He should have waited.

Shouldn’t have been greedy.

Stupid soldier!

Selfish soldier!

No better than a dog!

He watched you look down at the ravaged plate, smile, and… that was all?

You looked up at him still smiling, but not the leering, sadist’s smile he expected.

Yours was warm.

Soft.

Kind.

“Did you like it?” You asked, leaving space for him to reply as always, but not affronted when he didn’t. “You’re doing so well, honey!”

Why did you keep calling him that?

“Come on,” you held out a hand, “I wanna show you something.”

He didn’t take your outstretched hand but followed mechanically behind. Perhaps now you were leading him to be punished.

You nudged open the door to the bathroom.

He stood stock still on the threshold.

It hadn’t escaped your notice that he didn’t like coming in here. He used the toilet as little as possible. He must feel so vulnerable. So exposed.

So you’d hatched a plan.

“This is the shower,” you explained, showing him how to turn it on and off. You demonstrated the temperature gauge and pulled the curtain back and forth.

The poor man just stood there like an alien from another planet.

He was filthy. You had pulled him out of the gutter after all, and though you’d kept his wounds as clean and fresh as you could, it hadn’t seemed sensible to broach the subject of personal hygiene until they’d at least started to heal. His hair hung in greasy strands about his face, unkempt and untamed and the rest of him wasn’t any better.

Now to convince him of safety.

“I’m gonna go out for a few hours,” here he tensed and you redoubled your convictions, “I’m coming back, and I’ll lock the door while I’m gone. I have the only key,” you said, “No one else can get in.” You hoped you weren’t imagining the fear slackening from his shoulders. “There’s a lock on the bathroom door too,” you showed him, he didn’t seem to catch your drift so you took a breath. “Honey, while I’m gone, do you think you can take a shower?”

He didn’t answer.

You searched his eyes for something, anything to indicate a response. You found distrust, uncertainty, doubt, the list went on.

“You can use the soap here,” you gestured to the bottles that lined the tub. At least they were fairly neutral scents. “And if you do, just be careful you don’t hurt yourself.”

He looked down at his scarring torso in confusion.

Suppressing a sigh, you got up from the edge of the tub and showed him the towels hanging from the back of the door. “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart. I promise you’ll be safe.”

And rooted to the spot, he watched you close and lock the front door behind you.

Quiet.

All quiet.

He didn’t move for almost an hour.

Waiting. Listening.

The clock ticked in the kitchen. Vague footsteps echoed from the mostly empty apartment complex. In the distance, in another world, cars droned.

Though silent, the soldier’s thoughts ricocheted about his mind in a firefight. You were gone. He was locked inside. No one could get to him. Or could they? Were you really coming back? In the midst of the storm, he remembered your voice.

“Honey…do you think you can take a shower?”

He pondered. It sounded like you were offering him a choice. He didn’t know what to do with those. He should probably do as you’d asked. That was the safest option. At least, he hoped it was.

Gingerly, he stepped inside the tiled room. The light was whiter in here, bouncing off the porcelain and plastic. He pushed the door to, then this gaze fell to the small latch you’d pointed out earlier. In a split second of autonomy, he slid it shut.

He peeled off his clothes and avoided his own reflection in the mirror. The water burst into life. He flinched at the icy drops that hit his skin but soon eased into the warmth. The temperature rose. Steam clouded and seeped into his skin and for the first time in his memory, he didn’t feel cold.

The shower was still running when you got home. The sound brought a smile to your lips and relief to your heart. Setting down the paper bags in your arms, you busied yourself about the apartment for a while.

Alpine’s bowl sat empty by the counter and you sighed. Still no sign of her.

Before worry could consume you, you reached for one of the bags and knocked on the bathroom door.

The shower shut off.

“It’s me, sweetheart, I’m home.”

No response.

“You can stay in there longer if you want, but I’ve got something for you.”

Not a sound issued from within. You could almost picture him staring at the door from the corner of the bathtub.

“Put the towel around you, honey. Can I come in?”

A few agonising seconds and then you heard him pull down the towel and flick the latch open.

You exhaled.

Slowly, you pushed the door and entered the mist covered room. The mirror was blurred from condensation and a faint dew coated every surface.

There he was, sat huddled in his towel like a child who didn’t want to leave the swimming pool. His skin was pink, making the hue of his eyes yet more piercing.

“I thought you could do with something new to wear,” you pulled a bundle of clothes out of the bag, “They should fit okay but let me know if they don’t. Here,” you held them out to him. A pair of grey sweatpants and a dark blue Henley. “They’re clean and soft.”

He reached out his metal hand and took them. His flesh hand ghosted over the fabric like it was made of gold.

“I’ll let you get changed and then I can help you dry your hair if you want.”

‘If you want’ there was that strange phrase again.

He didn’t look up, mesmerised by the fibres and feeling them in his fist now. You smiled.

“The shirt matches your eyes.”

You closed the door and he frowned. He reached over and wiped a space in the mirror over the sink and looked at himself for what felt like the first time.

You were right.

Moments later, he sat with the towel around his shoulders as you slid a comb through his dampened hair.

No one had ever touched him this gently. Personal grooming hadn’t exactly been a priority for HYDRA’s prized asset. Complete the mission, go back into cryofreeze, that was the cycle.

When they had bothered to clean him up it was all icy water and harsh scrubbing, teeth of a comb biting into his scalp and dragging through knot after tangled knot. A job to be done swiftly and efficiently with no thought for the pain.

You seemed almost afraid of hurting him.

As you worked, you murmured mindlessly whatever thoughts came into your mind. You talked about the weather, your cat, the stupid place someone had parked the car at the shops. He just sat there. A graven image.

You gathered the towel about the ends of his hair, gently wringing the water out from each strand. A hairdryer might have been faster but you didn’t want to take the chance of startling him. Each press left behind a slight wave in each length. Fresh and clean and dry.

It took him a minute to realise you were done. You hadn’t told him, just simply rested a hand on his right shoulder and squeezed it gently.

A faint, contented sound escaped his throat as you hung up the towel.

“Come on, honey,” you mumbled, almost as serene as he was, “Let’s go get you some dinner.”

A clatter snapped the piece in an instant.

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Chapter Four

Tags: @tootstoots @iyskgd @groovywinnerphantom @biaswreckedbybuckybarnes

[loonarmuunar]

I can’t even lie I do find a lot of HASO/Humans Are Weird things here frustrating because they tend to sort of… exaggerate things as general human traits. I dunno man there’s definitely PLENTY of people who get friendly with any wildlife they see, it happens all the time with people approaching moose, bison, seals and sea lions, even stray dogs and cats, but I think people forget that’s how a lot of people die or get grievously injured. We can be durable but we’re not THAT durable. And there’s still plenty of people who don’t do this.

And yk, these people still do exist ofc, whatever, but it especially bugs me when it’s like

Alien: GET AWAY FROM THAT, that is a Ywernvig, they’re incredibly dangerous and are hostile when approached and—

Human: *pets the alien critter, which is now docile and domestic after a few minutes* oh would ya look at that

Alien: …

This kind of idea, that any creature, no matter how dangerous, can be made tame with enough love, is… irritating to me, I guess. I mean correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m. pretty sure it takes a long time for most animals to be domesticated. Sometimes when you interact with an untamed animal, they WILL behave tamely!! A lot of animals DO like being pet by people!! But I usually see this with zoo animals, ones who particularly have a lot of experience with humans handling them. They are still very dangerous though. Especially wild animals, with little to no human interaction…

I think my problem with it isn’t that it’s happening, but that when it does happen it’s portrayed as like… comically quirky and dumb, like it’s a silly fun crazy thing to do. It’s fun the first time around, but seeing it a dozen times over makes me a little tired. Not every person attempts to befriend every thing they see. I know that’s apart of the fun of HASO, but people who do that end up getting gored by a moose, or get off real lucky.

And I mean if you like it that’s awesome sure I love that for you peace and love on planet Earth forever and ever!!! But this is my post, and it Bothers me

I think I would really instead love seeing trained professionals getting involved. There are humans who go running headfirst towards any alien animals they see, and about 1/3 of them get away unscathed. But the wildlife biologists, they set up tents, tug on a backpack, and get watching. They observe and observe and observe. They start tagging wildlife. At some point they’re sending out strange robot recreations of these animals, and seeing how they interact with the robots.

Zoos and rehabilitation centers are built, eventually. They find animals that have been pushed out of their territory by the dominating aliens expanding into their territory (destroying the environment isn’t just a human trait apparently). They find sick animals, disabled animals, so on.

Zoos aren’t an exclusively human concept, but there’s a new sense of excitement of a human-made zoo on a different alien’s planet. Most alien zoos focus on limiting contact as much as possible, in an attempt to recreate their environment they’ve destroyed. Humans have a more unique, hands on approach, and maybe that’s the appeal.

For aliens, it’s about preserving the environment as much as possible, no interference. For humans, it’s about preserving the animals, and sometimes that comes with consequences.

Abandoned babies are handfed, and are now reliant on people. They would have died in the wild, and now they can never survive in the wild.

Animals that would have normally died out live full and happy lives, and their survival is entirely unnatural.

The contact is there, but these animals, the human handlers must remind, are still dangerous, before showing off a nasty scar, or a hand missing some fingers.

[winters-many-muses]

Dabi had enough of the league’s shenanigans and was sipping coffee near the bar lounge, talking with the only reasonable person there—Kurogiri. A groan left him when Toga announced her presence by kicking open the door, “ I'm not fucing paying for that new door, ” Dabi muttered off-handedly, not even looking back at her when she said she had a surprise for the league—Even Kurogiri told him to look over.

And finally he did. He glanced over, swirling his bar seat around just to stop dead in his fucking tracks.

a fucking bird is what she got them.

AN AVIAN, BY THE WAY.

“ Toga, what the fuck. ”

— @resurrecthemuses [ bird handler ! dabi and avian ! hawks because my mind won't stop with them ]

To say he was displeased… Is the ultimate understatement, wings banded together, talons wrapped up like he was some christmas present stuck in a little cage to top it all off. He was extremely unhappy and this wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He had a mission to complete, not get kidnapped!

“Shiggy told me to get…” Toga tapped her nail against her lips, a small pout forming as she tried to remember before sighing, shrugging, “I can’t remember, but I did get something! See! A pretty bird… Isn’t he soooo preeetty~~~?” She questioned, tapping her nail against the metal of the cage…

Only for Hawks to snap his jaw at her, writhing in a cage too small for him. Maybe he’d lose the appeal if he acted feral, untamed. People sometimes lost interest in using him as a pawn if he acted untamed, “Let me go!!” He snapped, trying to break the things clamping his wings, they were uncomfortable, and his talons need to be free, the metal that had been awkwardly bent around him digging in, making this situation more unpleasant.

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

Honestly at this point these boys would have a great time having a date at an aviary. Like, ducks and owls for Ratio and peacocks for Aventurine lol. Imagine the cute instagram pics theyd take (since we know that they canonically both have insta accounts). Like Aventurine takes and shares nearly a hundred photos of himself posing next to birds, pics of him dragging ratio into a selfie (which ratio is clearly annoyed by), lots of different pics of all the different colorful birds, etc. Ratio only posts one picture and its at the end of the day. Aventurine's hair is wild and untamed from the windy day, the makeup he wears on his eyes is slightly smudged from being worn all day, and, most remarkably, his smile is *real*. In the photo, the smile on his face genuinely reaches his eyes, and it gives his whole face a much softer and warmer look. He isn't even looking at the camera. He's holding a baby peacock that the handler is letting him hold and pet. The sunset behind him is catching his hair in a golden glow of a halo, and his eyes are focused on the scruffy little baby in his hands. It would seem strange to anyone else that the flamboyant Aven would hold so much softness for this not-yet-beautiful baby version of a peacock, but Ratio knows Aven well enough to know why. (wow this one got away from me lol)

Omg this is so perfect 😭😭❤️❤️❤️ The image of Aventurine petting the baby peacock is such a soft one, not to mention the deep meaning behind it, I can't 😭Thank you so much for sharing this adorable headcanon with me, I love it *happy incoherent screeching*

(And yes, going to an aviary would be the perfect date for them! Oh, and just a thought: Since Aven may have gotten the three black cat cakes because of how they're associated with bad luck/how people often treat them unfairly because of their reputation, I can also see them having a soft spot for crows and ravens, since the same applies to them.)

[the-angry-acrobat]

just curious, do u support circused that have wild animals in them-?

(tigers, lions, elephants, bears, etc.)

no, I am very strongly against it. the truth about animals in circuses is that they are abused and endure lives of complete misery, usually illegally poached from the wild and sold or bred into circuses, purely for entertainment. 

in circuses, animals are made to perform unnatural tricks which none of them would willingly carry out. elephants are made to stand on one leg and spin in circles – often while standing on top of small stools. these are actions elephants have never been observed carrying out in the wild precisely because they cause long-term damage to the animals’ physiology. it is well documented that elephants are forced to perform these actions by being terribly abused, and young elephants are savagely constrained in a process called ‘the crush’ which breaks their spirit and forces them to comply. big cats have been popular in the circus industry, but many have their teeth and claws removed rendering them harmless to their abusers. they are ‘trained’ with whips which teach them to fear the handlers and not attack.

the actions animals do in performances are so unnatural that no animal could be encouraged or instructed to carry them out – they would have to be forced. initially this is done with violence, then with the promise of food. as a result, many circus animals are also underfed to keep them hungry and eager to please. 

the animals commonly abused in circuses are extremely stressed by circus conditions. the loud noise of the music, the cheers of the crowd and the dizzying lights all disorientate and cause stress to wild animals. over prolonged periods can result in abnormal behaviours and health problems related to anxiety. for species such as tigers, bears, macaques, etc, performing on stage is deeply traumatic. 

the living conditions for wild animals in circuses consistently fail to meet the animals’ most basic needs. when the show ends, the animals typically return to isolation in small barren cages which give them no opportunity to carry out behaviours natural to their species, or to interact with their own kind. investigation into animal circuses found 100% of facilities failed to meet the animals’ basic needs. bears were found rocking in tiny cages – a well-known sign of stress and mental health disorders – and macaques chained by their necks.

circus animals are often transported over large distances with circuses, even transporting dolphins by truck and plane which is clearly unsuitable for the species, and more. they are abused, humiliated, and treated absolutely dehumanisingly. how anyone that treats an animal like that could live with themselves, I don’t know. but none of that matters when it comes to monetary gain.

as with any industry that creates financial gain, some people try to defend animal circuses. they say the animals are stimulated by training and performance, but all the evidence and the experts disagree. defenders of animal circuses also argue that seeing animals perform is a form of education which raises awareness and appreciation of wild species. but the truth is very different.

in reality, animal circuses teach nothing. the behaviours they see are completely unnatural and give an entirely false impression of the lives and needs of animals. seeing animals abused on stage only teaches people that animals are here for human entertainment and that we can treat them in any way we please, regardless of their emotions and needs. this is not a lesson people want to teach their children.

and animals don’t belong in circuses. they belong in their natural habitats, free, in their own cycles of life, wild, ferocious, untamed, and left the fuck alone. they should not be in the circus industry, and any entertainment industry for that matter. having wild animals in captivity is horrific, vile, inhumane and just plain wrong. when animals are caged, it's a loss of what and who they are. it’s wrong to capture wild animals and confine them in captivity for people to go and gawk at them. and I can’t believe some people don’t understand this. 

however, animals that do enjoy the stimulation of circus are dogs. dogs love training and performance. they love to learn, with the right rewards. a lot of the time they consider it play time, and for them, getting attention from their people is always a good thing. it depends on the dog, and some dogs may not enjoy performing tricks they've learned. but most of the time, as they are so smart and energetic, dogs do enjoy performing. 

I love animals with all of my heart and I will advocate and fight for them forever. the circus I am in is also obviously very against it.

in short, no, I do not support and never will support animals in circuses, and that’s not even an option. animals deserve a far better life than the ones they've been subjected to.

[harperbrynne]

Mor Week 2024: Day 3 Celebration

She pulled Ellia to a halt atop one of the larger hills, letting the mare rest, even as Ellia yanked on the reins. She’d run until her heart gave out—had never been quite as docile as her handlers desired. Mor loved her all the greater for it. She had always been drawn to the untamed, wild things of the world. (ACOFAS, pg214)

Mor celebrates those who push against the restraints of the world. When they are considered stubborn and difficult, Mor sees strong willed and determined.

@morweekofficial

[satoshi-mochida]

Monster Hunter Wilds ‘1st Trailer,’ screenshots

From Gematsu

Capcom has released the first official trailer for Monster Hunter Wilds, which introduces the game’s untamed landscape teeming with new monsters, as well as first glimpses of the story, characters, system, and more.

Get the latest details below.

In Monster Hunter Wilds, players join the ranks of a special Research Commission team investigating the Forbidden Lands. Fully voiced for the first time in the Monster Hunter series, the hunter ventures into the unknown with their companions, including Guild-appointed handler Alma, their Palico partner, and a mysterious child. Monster Hunter Wilds features multi-dimensional biomes that can transform in unexpected ways. The first locale to be unveiled is the Windward Plains, a vast region encompassing harsh deserts, twisted rock formations, and swaying grasslands abound with life. These immersive ecosystems are populated with wildlife acclimated to their surroundings, including smaller monsters like Dalthydon, an herbivorous wyvern that migrates seasonally, and Ceratonoth, who rely on males to shield the herd from raging storms with well-developed dorsal horns that serve as lightning rods. Of course, large monsters also roam the Windward Plains, including Doshaguma. While massive and territorial, these fanged beasts are curiously sometimes sighted stalking the plains in aggressive packs. Meanwhile, the formidable amphibian Chatacabra uses its surroundings and adhesive saliva to become an even stronger adversary by armoring its body with natural materials like ore. To help hunters meet the challenges that await in Monster Hunter Wilds, the beloved gameplay of the series has evolved with an arsenal of new features. Players will experience a seamless flow from story sequences to gameplay without interruption. To traverse this world’s sprawling environments, the game introduces Seikrets, a new type of mount. These nimble creatures can guide their riders to destinations and allow hunters to perform actions on the go, such as sharpening weapons, gathering materials, and wielding the slinger. Hunters can also swap to a secondary weapon with their Seikret, empowering hunting parties to adapt to the changing conditions out in the field without returning to base. All 14 of the series’ iconic weapon types return in Monster Hunter Wilds and have now evolved to include new actions. Additionally, the game introduces brand-new systems, such as Focus Mode, giving hunters more precise control over aiming, guarding, and attacking monsters’ weak points. The new Hook Slinger also offers hunters additional abilities, including contextual actions and the power to collect items from a distance – even when mounted atop their Seikret. Monster Hunter Wilds players who link their Monster Hunter: World save data can receive special bonus items. This includes the Felyne Leather Set (Palico Armor) and Felyne Acorn Spade (Palico Weapon) for linking Monster Hunter: World base game save data, and Felyne Duffel Set (Palico Armor) and Felyne Trekker Peckaxe (Palico Weapon) for linking save data from the title’s massive expansion Monster Hunter World: Iceborne.

Monster Hunter Wilds is due out for PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, and PC via Steam in 2025.

Watch a new trailer below. View a new set of screenshots at the gallery.

1st Trailer

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[nova-reaper-universe]

My fear of untamed bugs made me realize that Spooky is also scared of those, we can hold a big spider at a zoo so long as it has a handler but we cannot see a bee without calling someone else to deal with it

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐊 𝐃 : ᴀᴜ-ᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ — ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — dancing with danger .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — no malware detected

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed. reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 — 0.8k

according to aristotle, humans are social animals, that we thrive best in the company of others. while that may prove true to some, it wasn't to you. the only thing this phrase would describe you as perfectly was an animal. running on pure instinct and adrenaline. an untamed beast.

a wolf in sheep's clothing? no. a more accurate representation of you would be a black mamba. blending into the night, hiding in places the light doesn't shine, the shadows became your home. it's your job to but at the same time, you liked your isolation.

far away from nosy people, from people that talked too much, that took up too much space and didn't know when enough was enough. you hated that, you hated them. and your handler took advantage of that.

taken in by a mysterious man, he raised you learning how to fight, self defense, martial arts, to kill and maim with your bare hands. he also taught you how to fight with every weapon known to mankind, even something like a spoon. now, why would you as a child let yourself be taken in by such a person? because as much as you loved being alone, living with him where you had a roof over your head instead of sleeping in parking garages, food on the table three times a day instead of scavenging for scraps, a shower instead of stinking, the works.

growing up, you were detached from your emotions. you were extremely apathetic and unfeeling. he knew that and took advantage of it to do his work. now, being an assassin wasn't all that bad. most of the time, your assignments consisted of cleaning society of very bad people and you relished in doing it, after all your services weren't cheap. and some days, you were sent to chase after regular people with regular lives. normal people who's worst crimes was probably arguing with others. but as stated before, you were unfeeling. robotic even. you don't care about all that jazz.

until jake lockley. your next assignment. the target on his back? your handler never explained except for the fact that someone really high up wanted him gone to get back at his own handler? whatever that meant.

but see, the thing was, he knew how to fight back. and he never backed down from one either. and the longer you chased him, the more you seemed to be captivated by him. all those witty spanish comebacks, all the subtle Itouches when he dodged your blows and every single close call that sent you both toppling over each other… they all made your heart go crazy for some unknown reason.

for someone so isolated from the world, you sure craved his company. and that's what boggled you the most; you just can't seem to understand your attraction towards him, unable to distinguish it from the innate loathing you held for each and every one of your assignments.

maybe that should've been your warning but you were never the type to listen to anyone but your gut anyways, and your gut tells you that you either liked him or hated him and it continues to perplex you so. so on one fateful encounter after the other, you managed to pull him under you after a hard blow to the head.

you pointed the tip of your dagger to his throat, a snarl on your lips as you breathed heavily, agonizing bruises blooming underneath your layer of clothing. "i'll cut your throat! that'll shut you up!" you rasped, threat half empty even with your weapon ready to slit him bloody open.

with ragged breaths, jake looks up at you, nose bloody and his own lips curled into a small smirk. "you're beautiful…" he whispers and those two words was enough to send your heart ablaze and your tummy churning with thousands of butterflies. your cheeks heated at the simple compliment, breaking through your murderous intent, turning you, a cold-blooded assassin into a mess like a teenage girl that just got her crush to notice her.

in your mind, you think you'll never be able to finish this assignment. jake will forever play with you this cat and mouse game, a neverending chase that tiptoed the border of love and murder, bloodied fists and bloody hearts. both your claws ready to tear each other open to reach into the depths of your chests and swap hearts in your carnal desire to be with one another.

there is beauty in violence where love is the center of it all. one soul so alone in the world and the other trying to find its place away from the shadows of those before him. there is beauty in violence in the way you would continue to rush after each other, hoping to be the first to touch and feel the other underneath fingertips and desiring gazes. there is beauty in violence the way jake will always be ready to receive you no matter how bloody you two will end up afterwards.

[shamanfox]

Snake Handler

I am no longer a handler of serpents,

No longer daring faith’s tightrope

With trembling hands, I meet her gaze,

Her girth a hymn of coiled power,

Too vast for my fragile trust.

She feeds now on the quiet dead,

Her hunger a ritual of shadows.

I know she wouldn’t strike—

And if she did, the sting would fade,

Venom absent, pain a fleeting ember.

Yet fear is not always of teeth or fang,

But of the unknown curve of a scaled question,

The weight of her body a parable

Too heavy for hands raised

From a church without serpents.

I, of Pentecost’s fervent prayers,

Dare not step into the fiery dance,

Not now, not with her silent beauty,

A coiled hymn of the wild and untamed.

I can admire her from afar,

But I cannot touch her story.

[clonedchaos]

˜”°•.˜”°• My Fanfictions •°”˜.•°”˜

𝒮𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒯𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒮𝓊𝓇𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁— 𝒜 𝒫𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇

Book 1– Ink And Amber (Coming soon…)

𝐵𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐼𝓃𝓀 𝑀𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒

Eclipse

A Small Bit of Kindness

The North Star

Machine Memories— Ink Demonth 2024 Extravaganza

An Ink-Stained Halloween

Is a Duck Army More Efficient Than an Ink One?

𝓙𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓮

As The World Changes, We Stick Together

Handler for the Untamable

Beta’s First Fall

Immortal Ties

Orchids and Oranges: A 2024 Yasammy Week Special

I’m a Track Star, Not a Cowgirl!

Countdown to Chaos

𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 (𝒢𝑜𝒹𝓏𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶)

Kaiju Countdown!

𝒜𝓂𝓅𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒾𝒶

Marcy's New Friend

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓌𝓁 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒

Don't Tell Me You've Never Had Pumpkin Spice?

𝒮𝒽𝑒-𝑅𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Stargazing: A Lovely First Date

𝑀𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒟𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒶𝓊𝓇

Devil's First Snow Day

𝑀𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓃𝓎: 𝐹𝐼𝑀

Pumpkin Carving Tradition

[lightinthedarkstables]

A majestic creature with a coat as fiery as his spirit, Scarlet Fury stands tall with a robust, muscular build. His mane and tail, the same rich sorrel hue, cascade like molten lava against his broad frame. His fierce brown eyes, fringed by long lashes, seem to flicker with an untamed intensity. Each step he takes is powerful and deliberate, a promise of speed and agility beneath his stoic demeanor.

Found by Axe Shields in a sales auction for breeding prospects as a 6 month old foal his true origins still remain a mystery. His lineage whispers of royalty, as evidenced by his regal stance and the unmistakable nobility in his bearing. Axe, recognizing the potential in the young stallion, took him under his wing, and now, under the banner of Light in the Dark Stables, Scarlet Fury is being meticulously trail trained and groomed for future breeding prospects.

Despite his fiery exterior, Scarlet Fury possesses a gentle heart, especially towards those who treat him with kindness and respect. His temperament is a curious blend of fierce independence and a strong desire for companionship. He is protective of his home. His spirit is wild and unbroken, but he is eager to learn and form a deep bond with his human handlers, particularly those who dare to match his energy and understand his boundless passion for freedom.

[anniebotao3]

Push and Pull

Published 17/11/2023 | E-rated | 10288 words | Chaptered | Complete

Tags: Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret; AgentsSecret Agent Wang Yibo; Handler Xiao Zhan; Flashbacks; One Night Stands; Developing Relationship; Bottom Wang Yi Bo/Top Xiao Zhan | Sean; mentions of Top Wang Yi Bo/Bottom Xiao Zhan; Wang Yi Bo Has a Big Dick; Blow Jobs; Anal Sex; Undercover Missions; Not Beta Read; Artwork attached; CollaborationReverse Bang Challenge; zswwlsfy_events' ZSWW & LSFY Reverse Bang 2023 (The Untamed RPF); LSFY | Wang Yi Bo/Xiao Zhan; Plot Lite; Alternating chapters; POV Wang Yi Bo; Head Empty Just Vibes; What I Wrote A Chaptered Fic?; Where Did All These Words Come From

Yibo arrives in Beijing, ready to start his new career as a spy agent. He wasn't expecting to meet a familiar face, let alone Xiao Zhan, the one night stand he's been unable to forget.

“Fuck me," Yibo swore, thoughts racing, ""but I have no idea what the rules are for fraternising, its never come up.” “Oh, I think that might get us in trouble if I did,” Xiao Zhan breaks into a grin even as Yibo feels his ears burn.

Or: There's a very subtle difference between the tension of working with a new colleague who keeps calling you newbie and the kind of sexual tension that can be cut with a knife

[writingwordsgayly]

I came to the farmer in the dead of night, my only possessions were the scraps of clothing and the tree branch scratches that mark me, the farmers wife gave me some stale bread, it was all they had to spare at the time, the crops had withered because of the nobels rerouting the water lines for a new bathhouse, and the animals never produced enough to be get by. they allowed me to stay in the barn if I tended the animals, the old man heard rumors about a spring north of his lands in the woods, he hoped he would be able to find it if he headed out in the early morning.

I woke early each morning to the rooster crowing, and fell asleep surrounded by the warmth of cows, the farmer did find the spring after a fortnight, and the crops began to prosper, and the farmer and his wife took me in as their own, offered to build me a room now that they could afford it, I chose to continue staying in the barn, having grown used to the animals around me, I learned how to understand them, not as I could humans, but in a subtler way, the livestock began to produce enough to buy grain in the winter months, and the hounds and I protected the animals from the woodland hunters, when the night growled and howled we responded.

one darkened winter's night a lone wolf wandered into the barn, seeking warmth and a snack, eventually I calmed him down enough to bandage his injured paw, and eventually he joined the pack the hounds and I had created. the occasional creature made there way onto our land, and I'd heal them and they would either stay or continue your adventures, occasionally bringing me gifts as a thank you.

the sheep began to produce wool soft enough the royal tailor would send knights to buy it from us, it's from them I learned about the untamable beast the king had found, and the reward he was offering to any who could tame it, royal cavalry from all surrounding kingdoms had come and failed, most had perished in their attempts, they laughed at my inquiry telling me the old man was far to old to go against a beast of that magnitude, he had grown old with the years, as had his wife, one of the other farmhands had taken to caring for them while the rest of us split the chores as well as we could. the reward would earn them comfort after all they had done for me.

I said my farewells and prepare to face the rich masses, Donning my cloak made of our sheep's wool. pretending I couldn't hear the snickers from nobles as I entered the palace, bowing to the king and queen, I offered my services, they snickered but waved me on, as if I was just a jester dressed as a farmer.

I entered the enclosure they kept her in, and she thrashed at me, chained and muzzled, I requested her handler to unlock it and they scoffed, I requested again and the king locked the big doors leading out, trapping the three of us in, the handler handed me the key and ran before they shut, me and the beast remained, a dragon the king had said, she roared, so I roared back, we came to an agreement and she laid down, calm as can be, as I began to look her over for injuries, I had taken care of a few lizards, and though she was much more majestic the same treatments seemed to work, the queen fainted when the doors opened to the snout of the dragon resting on my lap and she slept.

The council is baffled by how a humble and poor farmer succeeded in taming a dragon, a feat demeed impossible as kings and the most powerful archmages have failed for centuries.