#I also took the family cat to the veterinarian

[oldtvandcomics]

So, I'm still alive

I think I'm just going to skip a few heroes here. Not the Green Hornet, obviously, the Green Hornet is amazing.

Meanwhile, here is me reading the Arsène Lupin book in two different castles. In case you were wondering what I have been doing these past days.

[marlynnofmany]

One More Earth Animal

Since the only reason our spaceship had a cat was because I’d rescued a family of them from people who had no business keeping any animal, and since a couple of crewmates had helped in that rescue, and everyone was agreed that it was a deed well done, I was very interested when I heard that our newest courier job was transporting another rescued cat.

I was loading supplies on the far end of the ship when I got a message from the captain about this last-minute addition. I was the animal expert — from the same planet as our new cargo, no less — and she requested my presence. The extra info that the cat had been dumped on a colony world by illegal traders who hadn’t been able to sell it just made me hurry through the hallways faster.

As I entered the cargo bay, my thoughts were on whether I should have detoured to grab a medical scanner, and wondering if Telly would want to be friends with the furball in the cage. Where was that cage? Ah, over by the door next to the captain and the customer. Other crewmates were loading boxes while they talked.

“I’m glad you’re going in the right direction,” the customer said while she signed the payment tablet with several red tentacles, while waving two more for emphasis. “This isn’t the first time somebody’s dumped live cargo, and at least this time I know a guy from the right planet who’s eager for a new pet. Sounds like he misses Earth, and would be happy to have anything that reminds him of home. Oh hey, speaking of which!” She waved a tentacle at me as I walked up. “Another Earthling. Good luck all around.”

Captain Sunlight nodded and took the payment tablet back, every inch the dignified lizard alien. “Yes, Robin here has been a big help with animal cargos, cats in particular.”

“My pleasure,” I said with a wave. “Can I get a look?” The cage was the kind with bars on the front and only ventilation holes on the sides; good for animals that needed to feel safely hidden, but not great for trained veterinarians wanting to inspect them without opening the door.

“By all means,” the customer said, scooting the cage forward. “It’s been very calm. It shouldn’t give you any trouble.”

I crouched down from my tall human height and peered into the shadows, hoping the cat was healthy, not calm because of illness. Had they scanned it already? They must have.

A skunk peered back at me.

“Oh jeez!” I fell back and scrambled away, startling everyone in the room. “That’s not a cat! Keep your distance!”

Captain Sunlight immediately stepped away, alarm on her scaly face. “What is it? What’s the danger?” The customer was babbling in surprise, but I ignored her.

“That’s a skunk,” I said, fully aware that the name probably meant nothing here. “They’re a breathing hazard when provoked. They spray a toxic liquid that will ruin the air on our whole ship until it’s properly cleaned. You’re lucky it didn’t do it already.” I aimed that last at the customer.

She flailed her tentacles in distress. “It’s been very calm! Not afraid of anyone! Are you sure it’s not a cat?”

“Yes,” I said firmly. Then something else occurred to me. “Have you scanned it for disease?”

The tentacle movements turned guilty. “My assistant said he did…”

I leapt to my feet and raced down the hall. “Be right back! Don’t touch it!”

They replied, but I was already out of earshot, dodging past crewmates without stopping to explain. Rabies was largely eradicated on Earth, but this wasn’t Earth. And a potentially rabid skunk was infinitely worse than a tame one.

Eggskin was in the medbay; I didn’t pause to see what they were doing. I just grabbed the hand scanner from its spot on the wall and raced back the way I’d come. “Need this, thanks!”

Questions followed me, but I ran faster. Almost plowed into Blip going around a corner, but I ducked under her muscular elbow with an apology and kept going. Blop was right behind her, stepping to the side. The pair also had questions that I ignored.

Back in the cargo bay, Captain Sunlight was questioning the customer on the far side of the room, with Zhee and Paint also standing back. The cage was right where I’d left it.

I activated the scanner, getting as close as I dared. “Please don’t have rabies. Please please please.”

After a moment, the scanner pinged: Free Of Disease. Relief hit me like a wave. “It’s not contagious,” I announced.

The scanner was still processing, and it came up with extra information that made me laugh in deeper relief.

“Its stink gland was removed!” I collapsed onto the floor in front of the cage. “Doubly safe. Everything’s okay.”

Captain Sunlight said, “That is good news.”

The customer pressed several tentacles over where her heart probably was. “I didn’t need that kind of scare today! Clearly I should have words with the assistant who identified the species.”

“They got the planet right, at least,” I said, shutting off the scanner. “But yeah, if there’s a chance there are more skunks wandering around out there, you do NOT want to assume they’ll act like cats.”

Captain Sunlight was thinking ahead. “Will this be a problem for the recipient? Since it’s not the animal he’s expecting?”

The customer spread her tentacles. “He did say that he’d welcome any creature from home that could handle living indoors!”

I waggled my fingers experimentally, and the skunk waddled forward to sniff them. “I think it’ll be okay.”

Captain Sunlight asked, “This is an acceptable companion animal, once the gland is removed?”

I laughed. “No, they make terrible pets. But people have kept worse. I’ll have a talk with the guy on delivery, and I think it’ll be fine. This little fluffer has probably been raised by hand. And skunks really are adorable, once you get past that whole spraying issue.”

“Good to know,” said Captain Sunlight. She finished the transaction with the customer, who was more than happy to leave the skunk in our possession. Zhee and Paint expressed their own relief and finished moving boxes around. The captain volunteered to put the scanner back while I brought the animal cargo to our quietest storage hold.

I carried the cage very carefully, the polar opposite of my wild dash through the corridors earlier.

It took a while for Eggskin to find me, since apparently Blop had gotten a papercut or something that needed tending to, but after a few minutes the medic entered the storage bay with all the caution of someone approaching a dangerous creature.

Eggskin probably wasn’t expecting to find me holding it and cooing sweet nonsense while it chittered happily in my lap. But it really was friendly, and like I said, skunks are adorable.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Simon 'Ghost' Riley: How You Started Dating (and some little things about Ghost)

Warnings: mentions of cigarettes and smoking, references to PTSD, scars

A/N: Once again, a disclaimer: I base this on Ghost’s backstory according to the comic books as well as the video games but this is just my take so if you imagined him differently, that is totally valid!

NEW MASTERLIST

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I think Simon would be attracted to someone outside his work; someone in a different profession, because he would see his team members more as family than partners

Besides, he keeps his private life separated from his work, so I don't think it's likely he would fall in love with a co-worker simply because of this 'mental barrier' of how he sees them

His girlfriend could be anything from nurse, veterinarian, café owner, teacher, academic to chef or artist. I don't think Ghost would find a romantic connection with someone working a similar job as him or something in law enforcement

You met in a café where he forgot his wallet on the counter and you were the customer waiting next-in-line who ran after him. Simon most definitely insisted to buy you coffee as a thanks (but in reality he was just taken aback by your looks because he found you very pretty) (full fic: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley: How You Met)

You found it unusual why the bottom half of his face was hidden behind a mask but Simon was a stranger to you at that time so you didn't presume to ask

Because he is so shy and reserved at first, after asking you out for a few coffees, you presumed he was just very grateful and did not know when to stop showing it, or he just wanted to be friends. Your 'dates' were very pleasant but you found yourself doing most of the talking and learning very little of Simon

But when he walked you home that night, an angry car rushed by and Simon pushed you behind him, even though you were both standing on the pavement, as if a tank was coming at you not a car whooshing down the street

"Are you okay?" he asked and took your face into his calloused hands. The caring you saw in his eyes was not one of gratitude nor mere friendship-in-the-making. His heart was racing and his lips were parted and you could hardly imagine a man of his stature and career to be afraid of anything. But apparently, Simon was afraid of you getting hurt

Afterwards, Ghost walked you home and insisted you stay on the inner side of the pavement whilst he held your hand (this is something he did not insist on although his secure grip suggested otherwise)

You suddenly realized as you saw him so deep in thought that Simon was a man of few words but many actions

You smiled to yourself and squeezed his hand as you caressed your thumb across his. Simon woke from his thought, his eyes widened and just a glimpse of blush crept to his unshaven cheeks from behind the mask

Also some little things you would find out about Ghost; he does not like animals much (because of his father) but he does find cats and dogs very therapeutic and if he had the chance, he would adopt both (but he can't because he is away a lot because of work)

You also learned that Simon likes his coffee black with one sugar but he prefers tea

He is also an occasional smoker; it used to help with his anxiety but when he learns you're not a big fan of kissing smokers, Simon keeps his habit to a minimum

He likes Marlboro Reds because they're pretty strong but he also smoked Davidoff Classics for a while

Simon's favourite colours are earthy red (like terra cotta), sage green and pale dark blue

He is a very light sleeper; the smallest unnatural noise wakes him

Simon is also an early birth rather than a night owl; he likes to go to bed pretty early and also wakes up almost with the dawn - he likes quiet mornings with a cigarette and a cup of British tea; the only thing better, in Simon's opinion, is when you're there with him

Bonus: How I personally imagine what Ghost looks like

Simon has a mixture of brown and ginger hair although his beard is entirely the latter. I think his standard hairstyle is a military cut but when he is off duty, he lets it grow a bit longer

His cheeks are unshaven the majority of the time so that the scars are not as visible

Ghost's eyes are pale blue, grey sometimes, although they were nearly aquamarine when he was a baby

Also, I think Ghost has a bit of natural undereye circles which make him look perpetually tired

His left forearm is entirely covered in tattoos reaching even past his elbow. The images are mainly motives of warfare and military but deep down they're a representation of Simon's life

Obviously, Ghost is very tall (about 6'2 or 6'3) and muscular; also a bit of a big boy <3

[pincushionx]

Toh Hospital Au

(I’ve never actually watched any hospital dramas before)

This is just a adult human Au except with a focus on medicine

Luz, an oncologist, was determined to be one after the passing of her father.

Amity, pediatric rheumatologist, inspired by her own hand pain. Was originally going to be a dermatologist to make Odalia proud but met Luz in college after becoming roommates with her and changed her plans into a field she was actually passionate in. Pediatric because is Amity good with kids.

Vee is a RN in the ER. She good at adapting at different situations which is good for more high stake places like the ER. Her and Luz are sisters of course with Camila very proud of them both. She’s adopted. She didn’t want to go to medical school so decided on being a nurse instead. Worked in the hospital longer than Luz.

Gus is a patient advocate, he would be good very successful at his job and passionate on helping his clients receive the best treatment he can. He’s taken many clients with Luz.

Willow is sports medicine physician because it’s in her interest in athletics and helping others. She definitely still a plant addict and they cover her house and garden.

Hunter is a cytopathologist. He had a tough past (understatement) and was pretty isolated in college and medical school. He thought it would be the same in the hospital since he already took a no live patient job until he transferred to a different hospital and met Luz in the Cancer unit when diagnosing some patients. Where she invited him to hang out after work and they became friends along with the others.

They all look like older versions of their post-canon looks since they’re all in the mid 30s, except Gus who is like 31 to 32. Hunter still has his scars except their burn scars instead of possession ones. Luz and Amity are married and live together. Belos died sometime in Hunter stay in medical school and Amity, and her siblings are no contact with Odalia

Stringbean in a normal snake that Luz got from a rescue, Emmiline is a normal chameleon Gus recused, ghost is a normal cat Amity got in college, Clover is a bunny rescue( I’m not giving Willow a pet bee I’m sorry, instead her fathers do bee keeping as a hobby). Flapjack a cardinal that just lives with Hunter, like one day he showed and didn’t leave, he basically made Hunter his pet. Also Waffles does the same thing a few years later (because I love her). Flapjack lives longer than the average cardinal due to Hunter basically taking care of him. The other laugh when they find out he basically has two wild birds living with him.

Belos was pretty abusive to Hunter growing up until Hunter fled for college after realizing that it wasn’t right how he was treating him. He tried going no contact a few times but always broke it untill Belos eventually passed away while he was in medical school after succumbing to an illness. Belos was a successful pastor. (He was the owner one of those mega churches n stuff.) Hunters parents are Caleb and Evelyn. Caleb was killed by someone “unkown”, Evelyn died from an accidental overdose when Hunter was young, where Belos got custody of him rather than the Clawthorne family. The burn scars came from an “accident” in middle school for Hunter.

Gus went to high school early and had a hard time with people not taking him seriously in both school and even when doing his job ( no body cared in college) but was able it receive support from his friends and push forward.

They all met in college and became friends (except Hunter who went somewhere else). Amity and Willow here childhood friends before Amity began bullying her in middle school where they went to separate high schools. Gus and Willow met in high school and were also roommates in college.

Other notes,

Viney is a general practitioner, puddles is an absurdly large pigeon she has.

Emira is a paramedic.

Other characters are not in the medical field like Edric who’s a small animal veterinarian, Lilith who is a historian, and Eda who is a store owner.

Again this is basically my Human realm Au with emphasis on the medical field.

[christinesficrecs]

oh boy im really in the mood for a highschool au, de-aged derek sterek fics, could you rec me your fave so far?? thank you sm for all you do for this fandom you're a lifesaver!!!!

Sure! Try these ones.

Fly a Little Faster by  mirrorkill | 32K

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Where Clouds Roll By by  ohanotherday | 22K

Derek gets de-aged, physically *and* mentally, and immediately gravitates towards Stiles instead of his pack. Why? Because he can sense that everyone else (Scott, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, etc.) is a werewolf (or were-something, in Jackson’s case), and his family taught him not to trust unfamiliar weres when he was on his own. He can also sense that Allison’s a Hunter or connected to them somehow, (maybe she smells like wolfsbane? w/e). So Stiles ends up having to take care of him until he’s back to normal. In the meantime, bb!Derek gets very protective of Stiles, and adorable shenanigans ensue.

This Time With Feeling by  Crimson1 | 36.1K

“Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

Play It Again by  metisket | 63.2K

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by  Survivah | 41.2K

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, 'now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by  venis_envy | 52.2K

Stiles can’t remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he’s there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

Hormonally Yours by Nokomis | 1.1K

Stiles is on a stakeout with adorably teenaged Derek. Makeouts happen.

A Wrinkle in Time by PencilTrash | 2.8K

“But Deaton, how do we change him back?” “I don’t know, Scott.” “Does this potion contain wolfs bane?” “A little.” “What?! But he's… he is… ” Stiles watched as Scott struggled for the correct word, totally freaking out, and gestured at the twitching blanket in Cora’s hold. “… so small,” Scott murmured after a beat.

I’ll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee) | 48.1K

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he’d had in mind. He’d thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He’d thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

The Time Traveler’s Prerogative by  weathervaanes | 9.2K

After the events of “117”, Derek doesn’t magically transform back into his twenty-five-year-old body. Instead, he’s stuck as a sixteen-year-old for an unknown amount of time. So the pack has to learn to deal with it.

Hold On, Hold Tight (make it through another night) by  callunavulgari | 2.9K

“You feel important,” Derek finally blurts out, the tips of his ears going red the second the words are out of his mouth.

Stiles blinks at him. “What?”

Baby-faced Derek bites his lip again, which is… distracting. “Something is wrong,” he finally says, slowly. “I don’t know what, because none of you are telling me anything—” and ah, there’s a hint of the old Derek. Stiles would recognize that scowl anywhere. “—but I know that everything smells wrong. And that I can’t feel mom anymore. I can’t feel anyone, except for you.”

[delicateartisantrash]

(Bird-mom Venting)

Not me blasting 20 of the 13 spoons of energy i woke up with today, because I ache all over and needed to rest and yake it slow and easy aaaaand...

...in the middle of getting my birds corralled for breakfast and settled, Echo (Indian Ringneck) is acting funny for his usual behavior at breakfast. I thought perhaps my routine and well-being being off was provoking it, and then i saw movement in my peripheral and both my birds attention shifted

GIZMO KITTY STEPPED A FOOT IN THE BIRD ROOM BECAUSE THE BIRD ROOM DOOR WAS OPEN *AND* THE DOOR TO MY SPOOKY EPIC STAIRWELL WHERE I LIVE DOWNSTAIRS' DOOR WAS OPEN AND THAT'S EXCLUSIVELY *MY* FAULT AND HOW THE FUCK DID I FUCK UP OR SKIP MY SAFETY CHECKS I HAVE LIKE FIVE SAFETY CHECKS FUCK YOU MIND FOG AND FATIGUE AAAUUUUGGHGHHHHHHHHHHHH

like literally the basement door to my apartment has a little slide lock on it so I can ensure kitties cannot open the door by figuring out the doorknob, and also because doing that means NORMALLY paying attention and not forgetting to ensure the door is fully actually shut not just almost shut aiabfiwoeofnyvidbe.

*screaming crying vibrating in place*

And i think i might have actually teleported across the room after Echo took flight, and Gizmo promptly went "what the fuck was THAT WOAH" and turned to trot after him towards the livingroom and i

Channeled energy i haven't used since the last time i had to yeet over and grab my baby Bongo (green cheek conure) off Echo's cage because she is so pretty and so emotionally aware and astute with PEOPLE because she was hand raised and taken from her parents by people and AAAAAAAAH SHE JUST STOOD ON HIS CAGR TO LET HIM ATTACK HET LIKE A CONFUSED GOLDEN RETRIEVER.

i did not faint this time after crisis was averted, however. That was good. Last time after I got Bongo off Echo's cage and the blood stopped with cornstarch over her confused beeps, told my mom who to call (thank the Gods for good Zoos with good exotic species veterinarians) and I think i passed her off not let her fly over, and then i promptly blacked out. Not from panic, though that didn't help, the panic actually came after i came to sitting up and someone telling me i passed out and THEN i panicked because i realized i was utterly useless in a crisis situation but at least i got everything critical accomplished and passed off to those who could (Bongo was okay, one expensive vet trip and my forever sorrow she's now missing one talon but it healed remarkably well)

I never feel more like a failure as a bird or cat or anything mom, as the viscerally real and tangible moments when my babies get hurt or could have gotten hurt.

Whooooooo weeee. Okay. Yeah.i just had to scream about that for a hot minute there because i got everyone settled, everyone is fine, Gizmo heard me raise my voice in full No Nonsense Mom Emergency Command hollar (the kitties are the newest members of our family) for the first time ever, and Echo finally went in to eat his breakfast.

Now I'm shaking and chilling with oatmeal and tumblr and wow okay imma just. Sit here for a bit. O w.

(for context, those of you new to my blog, i have chronic issues that cause problems with balance and paina nd just kind of existing on the physical plane in general weeeeee, so thr things i am not suppossd to do that i used to do all tbe time, include moving fast, standing up quickly, and turning pr moving my head too quickly. All of whi h i just did l. Weeeeeee. That is why i mentioned blowing all my spoons of energy. That one crisis save just killed most my plans for tbe day vut also wow it was more effective than any coffee or energy drinkcould ever be on waking me the fuck up.)

[banana-sims]

The Bennett Legacy - update post!   

Hi! This is where I'm going to update stats for my legacy :) I'll also periodically update the family tree as seen above!

I'm currently on generation three, playing with Romeo as my heir (he's like 25 years old right now). It took me forever to decide who to choose but I've realized I love his little family so much that I can't resist.

I'm going to do a bunch of posts about everyone and everything that's happened to catch you up, plus you'll get a much better look at them :)

EXPLORE:

Aspirations

Friend of the Animals, Bodybuilder, Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Painter Extraordinaire (G3), Musical Genius, Bestselling Author, Master Actor, Master Maker, Lady of the Knits (G1), Successful Lineage (G2), Big Happy Family (G2), Super Parent (G2), Master Chef, Master Mixologist, Fabulously Wealthy, Mansion Baron, Renaissance Sim, Nerd Brain, Computer Whiz, Archaeology Scholar, Academic (G2), Serial Romantic, Soulmate (G3), City Native, Beach Life, Mt. Komorebi Sightseer, Freelance Botanist, The Curator, Angling Ace, Outdoor Enthusiast, Jungle Explorer, Eco Innovator (G1), Country Caretaker, Joke Star, Party Animal, Friend of the World (G2), World-Famous Celebrity, Inner Peace, Self-Care Specialist, Zen Guru

Artistic Prodigy (G3), Rambunctious Scamp, Social Butterfly, Whiz Kid, Mind and Body, Playtime Captain, Creative Genius

Drama Llama, Goal Oriented, Live Fast, Admired Icon

Careers

actor, astronaut, athlete, business, civil designer (G1), conservationist, critic, culinary, detective, doctor, education (G2), engineer, entertainer (G1), freelance writer, freelance programmer, freelance artist, freelance fashion photographer, gardener, law, painter, politician (G2), scientist, social media, secret agent, style influencer, tech guru, writer, salaryperson, interior decorator, any part time job

own/run a vet clinic, own/run a retail store, own/run a restaurant

Degrees

Art History, Biology, Communications, Computer Science, Culinary Arts (G3), Drama, Economics, Fine Art (G2), History, Language and Literature, Physics, Psychology (G2), any distinguished degree (G2)

Worlds

Brindleton Bay (G1), Britechester (G2), Copperdale, Del Sol Valley, Evergreen Harbour (G2), Henford-on-Bagley, Mt. Komorebi, Newcrest, Oasis Springs, San Myshuno, Sulani, Tartosa, Willow Creek (G2), Windenburg

Traits

ambitious, cheerful (G1), childish, clumsy, creative (G3), genius, gloomy, goofball, high maintenance, hot-headed, romantic, self-assured (G1), squeamish, unflirty, art lover, bookworm (G2), dance machine, foodie (G3), geek, loves outdoors (G1), maker, music lover (G1), recycle disciple, active, adventurous (G1), child of the islands, child of the ocean, freegan, glutton, green fiend, lazy, materialistic, neat (G2), overachiever, perfectionist, slob, vegetarian (G2), animal enthusiast, bro, cat lover (G3), dog lover, family-oriented (G2), good (G2), hates children, insider, jealous, loner, loyal (G3), noncommittal, outgoing, party animal, proper, self-absorbed, snob, socially awkward

toddler angelic trait (G3), toddler charmer trait, toddler clingy trait (G2), toddler fussy trait, toddler independent trait, toddler inquisitive trait (G3), toddler silly trait (G4), toddler wild trait (G3)

infant cautious trait (G4), infant sensitive trait, infant calm trait, infant intense trait, infant wiggly trait, infant sunny trait

good manners trait (G2), bad manners trait, responsible trait (G2), irresponsible trait, mediator trait (G2), argumentative trait, compassionate trait (G3), insensitive trait, emotional control trait (G3), uncontrolled emotions trait

Skills

charisma (G2), comedy, cooking (G1), fishing, fitness (G2), gardening, gourmet cooking (G1), guitar, handiness (G1), logic (G1), mischief, mixology, painting (G3), piano (G1), photography (G2), programming, rocket science, video gaming, violin, writing, herbalism, baking (G3), wellness, DJ mixing, singing, dancing (G2), bowling, parenting (G2), veterinarian, pet training, archaeology, selvadoradian culture, flower arranging, acting, media production, robotics, research & debate (G2), fabrication, juice fizzing, knitting (G1), rock climbing, skiing, snowboarding, cross-stitch, entrepreneur

Household

male heir (G2), single mom/dad heir, blended family (kids from both previous partners), queer heir (G2), have 1 kid in the generation, have 2 kids in the generation (G1), have 3 kids in the generation, have 4 kids in the generation (G2), have 5 kids in the generation, have twins (G1), have triplets, adopt a child (G2), one night stand pregnancy, broken engagement, marry a childhood friend, marry a coworker, marry someone who was once your enemy/rival, marry someone famous, never get married, have a cat (G1), have a dog (G1), have kittens/puppies

Extra things/collections

live in a tiny home, live off-the-grid for a season, live in an apartment (G2), live in a 3-storey home (G2), live on a farm, sell craftables on plopsy (G1), make/sell candles, have bees/sell honey, craft/sell fizzy juice, reach 5-star reputation for odd jobs

have a child do scouts, have a child do drama club, compete in E-Sports, compete in soccer, join cheer team, join chess team, join computer team, join football team

omiscan treasures and omiscan artifacts collections, city posters collection, snow globes collection, feathers collection, seashells collection, postcards collection, elements collection, mysims trophies collection

GENERATIONS:

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GEN 1 FOUNDER - Willa Bennett - Adventurous, Loves Outdoors, Self-Assured / Eco Innovator + Lady of the Knits

SPOUSE - Damon Napier - Music Lover, Self-Assured, Cheerful / Friend of the Animals

Living in: Brindleton Bay

CHILD #1 - Lyra Bennett - Creative, Foodie, Goofball / Musical Genius

CHILD #2 - Dawson Bennett - Cheerful, Neat, Bookworm / Academic

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GEN 2 HEIR - Dawson Bennett - Cheerful, Neat, Bookworm / Academic

SPOUSE - Jack Sanders - Good, Family-Oriented, Vegetarian / Friend of the World

Living in: Britechester, Evergreen Harbour, Willow Creek

CHILD #1 - Nora Bennett - Bookworm, Unflirty, Hot-Headed / Renaissance Sim

CHILD #2 - Romeo Bennett - Neat, Loyal, Foodie / Soulmate

CHILD #3 - Bea Bennett - Animal Enthusiast, Cheerful, Dance Machine / Friend of the World

CHILD #4 - Sage Bennett - Goofball, Genius / Musical Genius

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GEN 3 HEIR - Romeo Bennett - Neat, Loyal, Foodie / Soulmate

SPOUSE - Makenzie Thompson - Creative, Vegetarian, Cat Lover / Painter Extraordinaire

Living in: Willow Creek

CHILD #1 - Felix Bennett - ?? / ??

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If you want to play like this yourself, the template and info is all here!

[walder-138]

Okay, Pookie. I forgot my precious ask, so I’ll send in new ones for the other OC ask game. 👁️👄👁️

5. what was your character's dream job as a kid? is it different than what their career ended up being?

6. what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves?

16. how does your OC feel about their parents? (No hope for Ozzy and Annika 😭)

23. what are your OC’s biggest flaws and biggest strengths?

26. least favorite food and color?

28. is your OC a dog or cat person?

Pookie I’m so sorry 😭

(5) Oz’s dream job was to play in the NFL, which he was extremely close to doing. He loved football, was very talented and got an athletic scholarship to a college known for its team. Two years in, ‘68, his little brother, Johnny, gets drafted. For Oz’s entire life, he was the one expected to go into the military as the oldest, so the guilt he had overwhelmed him into joining as well. That’s why he joined the Army.

Annika wanted to be a Veterinarian because of “her” childhood dog. (some crusty ass stray she found on the side of the street) He got sick and died, and she wanted to stop that from happening to other animals. (Boris is literally the reason why Annika has any semblance of empathy. Dawg was the best)

Now… oh shit. She’s a mass murderer who kills people for a living, dead opposite of what she wanted to be. Oh well, lives a bitch and then you die.

Abbey, as a kid, wanted to do anything that supported her caregivers’ ideology, which she truly didn’t know jackshit about. She thought that they could do nothing wrong and needed support; she would’ve died for them. Instead, Abbey also took the exact opposite route. She went into the FBI to take those people down. Another drastic change in the list.

(6) Oz hates who he was between leaving Vietnam and having Jenny. “A depressed, abusive, drug-addicted piece of human shit.” as he calls it. He hates it when he exhibits any behaviors that remind himself of that time. If Oz yells at Jenny, or feels the urge to relapse, he punishes himself by not taking care of himself.

Annika hates that she isn’t as ruthless as she used to be. She’d used to kill for money, for power, now Annika can barely kill for self defense. She wishes she could go back to being apathetic, but now that scab’s been peeled off, and everything’s bleeding out.

Abbey hates how obsessive she is. Not stalker-like obsessed; I’m talking obsessive-compulsive obsessed. There’s a constant presence in her head telling her how she should be, what she must do or else something terrible will happen. How deeply she thinks about how somebody else’s acting. Girl barely sleeps at night because of her rituals.

(16) Oz HATES his father. That monster abused him physically, emotionally, and psychologically for his entire life. Nobody believed him growing up that his father was abusive, not even his siblings, because Old Man Clancy was a ‘war hero’. War hero his ass. All Ozzy saw was a monster.

However, he was a Mama’s boy through and through. She was the only person that believed him, as she went through the abuse herself. They spoke to each other in German when Old Man Clancy was away and made dinner together for rest of the family. Best memories of his life with his mom.

Annika, it depends which AU. In the original one, with her as Bell? She couldn’t care less about her parents. They never had that ‘love and attention” thing that y’all seem to be obsessed with. Her parents were more coworkers than parents. Everything was transactional within the “family”.

However, in the AU where her dad becomes Bell, she’s only about 9. Girl looks up to him, wanting to do all the things he does, and loves him more than anything. Well, she was in one of the cars during the airport thing at the beginning of the story, so now she thinks he’s dead. She was screaming out for her dad while Mason was carrying her off.

Can’t do Abbey as she doesn’t know her parents 🙃

(23) Keeping this one short:

Oz’s greatest flaw: Chronically low self-esteem; dude hates himself so much he unknowingly takes it out on everyone around him.

Oz’s greatest strength: Resilience; dudebro’s gone through hell and back, and is already up for round 4. He ain’t giving up any time soon.

Annika’s greatest flaw: Pookie look at her. Her lack of empathy; she can’t understand other’s emotions too well.

Annika’s greatest strength: Her ruthlessness. She don’t give a SHIT. She will get the job done.

Abbey’s greatest flaw: She’s a perfectionist, about herself and the people around her.

Abbey’s greatest strength: Her genuine kindness.

(26) Oz is a macho man, he hates the color pink. Dawg has PTSD surrounding non perishables, he will not eat canned food cause he found a BUNCH OF COCKROACHES IN A CAN OF CORN DURING HIS DEPLOYMENT AHHHHHHH HOW THE FUCK DID THEY GET IN THERE????

Annika hates meat. She’s a vegetarian, the smell of meat makes her gag. She’ll throw up if she has to eat it. She doesn’t like the color orange, reminds her of Captain Asshole (Adler).

What food DOESN’T Abbey hate? Girl is very picky, but her least favorite is ONIONS BECAUSE THEY SUCK. ONIONS SUCK. I FUCKING HATE ONIONS. THEYRE DISGUSTING. HOW COULD YOU ENJOY THEM???? SHE WILL GAG. Oh and her least favorite color is blue 😊

(28) Oz is a cat person through and through. Dogs remind him of Vietnam.

Annika doesn’t give a shit. If it has 0-4 legs, 0-2 eyes, makes an adorable noise (or tries to), she will LOVE it. Get her a rat, she’ll love and cherish it.

Abbey’s a dog person. They’re so funny and are always happy, and always serve as a good distraction.

THANKS FOR THE OTHER ASK! ITS ALWAGS NICE HEARING FROM MY POOKIE BEAR ❤️

[moldygreenblue]

headcanons regarding the man over there + some others

When I wrote this fanfic of TMOT's perspective of the beginning of the Jellicle Bal and this semi-related fic that includes Old Possum lore, I also wrote half-baked headcanons for him and others as minor background/character details. I ended up expanding on them, and I like what I came up with.

The Man Over There

Name: Thomas [Frank] Stephens. He doesn’t like it when people call him Tom or Tommy, unless said people are family or his close friends.

Age: ~40

Family: Younger sister Anne (~36, nurse), and his mother Esmé (~74, retired actress). Anne has a cat, Apricot. Thomas considers Apricot family, depending on who he’s talking.

Occupation: Veterinarian. Thomas enjoys taking care of animals and seeing their owners’ happy faces (if the owners are pleasant and actually care for their pets).

Due to being a vet, Anne jokingly asks Thomas if she ever goes to his workplace, he should give her a discount (Anne actually takes Apricot to a different vet clinic).

Is the man who threw the boot down during Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats. How did Thomas get the flat that resides over/near the Junkyard? The price was a steal and affordable, sold to Thomas by Mr. Farber, a Man in White Spats…

Frequents pubs. Main two are The Victoria and Westminster Arms (but Thomas met Mr. Faber at The Princess Louise). At any pub, he asks for gin (neat), a gin fizz, gin and tonic, or a Freddie Bartholomew mocktail (he doesn’t care if he gets stares).

Originally wanted to be in theatre (acting, singing), but Thomas eventually realize it wasn’t for him. His preforming skills are as good as he was back in the days.

Headcanons Regarding The Man Over There's Sister, Anne

Name: Anne [Helen] Stephens. Anne doesn’t have a nickname. While her family does call her ‘Annie’ it’s said when the situation/topic is serious, or to help calm her down.

Age: ~36

Family: Older brother Thomas (~40, veterinarian), her mother Esmé (~74, retired actress), and cat Apricot [Jellylorum].

Occupation: Nurse. Anne told her family when younger due to her fear of blood, she will never work in a medical feel. Anne grew out of said fear, and here she is now.

Anne is something of a ‘no hesitating’ sort of person. She will do or jump into action without any second thought (most of the time).

Knows how to play the guitar and piano. Anne loves to play covers of pop songs, mainly from the 60s and 70s, though she can play older (and newer) songs if she tries.

Anne loves a good story, be it told to her at a pub or café, or reading said story in a book on the sofa or bed. Anne could be caught up in a book for hours if she doesn’t set an alarm that limits her reading time.

Anne is 100% certain Apricot is supernatural, having once her heard talk on a full moon.

Headcanons Regarding The Man in White Spats

Name: Faber [Andrew] Faber. Yes, his first name is the same as his last name. This is not a joke. There was a communication error between the nurse and his mother.

Age: ~80

Family: Younger sister Georgiana Verdure née Faber (~75, retired nurse, amateur singer), brother Henry (~70, retired banker, amateur artist/painter), brother-in-law, Elias Verdure (~76, retired retail purveyor of ales and beers, amateur chef), a nephew Isador (~41, took over his father’s job as purveyor of ales and beers), niece-in-law Jacqueline (~38, teacher), and one grand-nephew name Donaghue (~8, student).

Occupation: Currently working as an agent of small furnished flats and has yet to retired.

Owns the Junkyard that the Jellicles gather to and/or live and call home if strays. Old Deuteronomy knows of this fact, and is grateful for this.

Really enjoys eating fried gammon and peas. There’s something about the combination that Faber likes. Funny enough, this combination is the only way he’ll eat peas.

Loves hot air balloons since he was a child. Faber rides in a balloon once every year, even if it means he has to travel outside the city to do so.

Wears the white spats as a weird fashion statement from an argument he had with his siblings when children. Faber likes his title of ‘The Man in White Spats’ very much.

Faber is worried that the Junkyard is at risk of getting destroyed by outsiders. For the last few years, he been trying to find his replacement, but it’s been troublesome.

Faber thought about giving his title of replacement to Isador, but he lives outside of London. The traveling makes it an inconvenience.

[foundtherightwords]

The Quiet Chaos - Chapter 1

Pairing: Billy Knight (Lethal White/Strike) x OFC

Summary: After a bad breakup throws her carefully-planned life into disarray, Esme has sworn off dating forever. However, when she forms an unexpected connection with a young man named Billy, who's dealing with his own struggles, Esme is forced to face the truth: sometimes you can't plan for love.  

A/N: I had the hardest time writing this because it's not my usual fare of slow-burn angsty pining - there is angst, and it is kind of slow-burn, but the characters get together pretty quickly and spend most of the fic figuring out their relationship, which is not my forte at all. Ah well, it was a fun challenge.

Also, there are a lot of references to Discworld in this. I wanted to weave the Uffington White Horse into the story and my mind just immediately went to the chalk horse in the Tiffany Aching books, and it sort of spiraled from there. I tried not to let it distract from the story too much though.

Warnings: mental health issues, angst, slow-burn, developing relationship, dysfunctional family, some violence (non-graphic), some smut

Chapter word count: 2.4k

Chapter 1 - Billy

Is there anything lonelier than working the night shift at a not particularly busy 24-hour veterinarian clinic? Esme thought to herself as she made the rounds of the kennels. The clinic was a small one, so they never kept more than three or four animals overnight at the most, and that night, there was only a gray tabby cat, recovering from his recent surgery and looking rather glum about it. A roll of thunder in the distance, signaling rain, did little to lift his mood. "Cheer up, Monty," Esme told him, giving his ear a little stroke. "You'll be going home tomorrow."

Well, I suppose being the night guard at a museum may be lonelier, she admitted. Or a lighthouse keeper. Or working at a morgue. In fact, there are loads more jobs that are lonelier. But somehow, sharing her night with a living, breathing creature, one that she could talk to but couldn't answer back, made Esme more aware of how alone she was. Then again, if there was another person here with her, she knew she would soon get bored with the chit-chatting and wish for some peace and quiet again.

She used to love the night shift. She could use that as an excuse not to go out with her ex, Neil. "Sorry, I can't go out tonight, I have the night shift "or" Sorry, I just worked the night shift, I'm knackered." Of course, she didn't like the night shift just because of that. She had always enjoyed being on her own, doing things at her own pace. Neil's idea of being a couple was to go out constantly, to bars and restaurants and events and parties. When they first started dating, his sophistication had dazzled her, but after a while, it had become exhausting. However, if Esme suggested they went to something quieter like the theater or a museum, or, God forbid, stayed in, he would moan the whole time about how boring it was. Eventually, she stopped suggesting and started signing up for more night shifts just to have some time to herself. Still, as the nights stretched on and she was stuck in the empty clinic, sometimes it could feel as though she was the last person on earth.

Esme sighed at her own contradictoriness and reminded herself she has nothing to fill her nights anyway. Curl up with a book? She could do that here, on the threadbare sofa in the employee's lounge. Unpack the rest of her things? When she moved into the new flat four months ago, her parents had insisted she took with her some of the decorations and knick-knacks she'd left at home, though Esme kept saying she had no room for them. Now they still languished in boxes in the storage shed, a reminder of an old life. No, better to stay here, enjoying the company of the animals, knowing that she was keeping them safe, and wishing there wasn't going to be an emergency more serious than a dog that had eaten something it shouldn't.

But it didn't look like it was going to be one of those nights.

Esme was fixing the few things scattered on the front desk - the sign-in pad, the pen, the bowl of pick-and-mix - making them line up perfectly, when the front door slammed open and a man burst in, a dog cradled in his arms. "Help, please!" he shouted. "She's hurt!"

Esme jumped into action. The dog, a little mongrel of white and brown, was panting and whining in a way Esme knew too well, one of her back legs dangling at an unnatural angle and already swelling up. "What happened?" Esme asked.

"I just found her," the man said. "She must've been hit by a car..."

Esme took the dog from him. Now she noticed the dirty, matted fur, the protruding ribs, the gunk-filled eyes, and the lack of a collar. A stray. "Don't worry," she said, both to the dog and the man, who was looking frantic.

She rushed the dog into the operating room. The man trailed after her. "Would you mind waiting outside, please?" she asked.

He automatically took a step back, but kept wringing his hands and shifting his weight, fighting the urge to follow her.

"We'll take good care of her," she said reassuringly. Then, remembering that there was no one here but her, she corrected herself, "I will."

The dog, apparently frightened by the smells and sight of the operating room, started wriggling, her whines becoming more high-pitched as her broken leg brushed against Esme's arm. The man stepped in and put out a hand. The dog quieted down the moment his hand was on her. Esme threw him a surprised look.

"Sorry—I'm—" he mumbled.

"No, it's alright," Esme said. She was glad for the help. She gently moved the dog to the operating table, sedated her, and felt the fracture. Seemed to be a closed one, which was good, but she took an X-ray to be sure anyway. Then, while the man kept stroking the dog, his touch soft and soothing, Esme quickly set the bone and put it in a cast.

"There," she said, once the cast was finished. "She's young, so it shouldn't take long to heal. Thank you for your help."

The man nodded, still looking anxious. "What'll happen to her?" he asked.

Esme peered more closely at him. He was younger than she'd thought at first, probably in his late twenties, but despite a scruffy beard, there was still something boyish in his large brown eyes and tousled dark hair. He seemed strangely skittish, however - his eyes kept darting to hers and then away again, unable to hold the contact, and he carried himself rather stiffly. For a moment, she wondered if he was on some kind of drugs, neurodivergent, or perhaps simply shy.

"Once her fracture heals, we'll give her a once-over to make sure she's healthy and check if she's micro-chipped," she answered. "But she's most likely a stray, so she'll go to a rescue center."

He lifted his eyes to her face briefly, questioningly. Esme thought she understood the concern. "You don't have to worry about the bill," she said. "We get help from local animal charities for situations like this."

But the man shook his head. "No, will they—are they going to—I've heard that they put animals down at those places," he muttered.

"Oh." His concern warmed Esme's heart. Most people wouldn't even take the time to bring in a stray, let alone worry about their future. "Not if she's healthy. They'll find her a good home."

That seemed to reassure him. He nodded again and hesitated at the door, apparently unsure if he should stay or go.

"Thank you for bringing her in," Esme said. The man noted the final air of her words and turned to go, while she lifted the dog into a crate.

As she did so, Esme noticed the dog's pink, swollen teats. "Oh, no," she exclaimed.

The man turned back. "What is it?" he asked, looking stressed again.

"This dog is nursing," Esme said, her heart sinking. "She has puppies."

As if to add more drama to the situation, the thunder chose that moment to let out a low rumble. Rain was coming. Heavy rain. Small puppies would not survive in this weather without shelter.

"Where did you find her?" she asked the man. "Is it far?"

"No, just down the road, near Aldersbrook..."

Esme grabbed a carrier from the shelf, dug under the front desk for a torch, and shrugged her coat on. "Show me."

The man hung back, an uncertain look mixed with something else—Fear? Distrust?—crossed his face. "Why? What are you going to do?"

"We need to find the puppies before the rain comes."

He looked around the clinic. "But—what if there's an emergency..."

"This is an emergency. Come on!"

***

It started pouring down by the time they reach Aldersbrook Lane, one of those small, seedy-looking alleys that ran behind warehouses and blocks of cheap flats, ending at a railway bridge. "Right here," the man said. "I found her crawling on the road, dragging her leg."

"She must've left the puppies to look for food," Esme said, or, rather, shouted over the roar of the rain and the thunder. "But she wouldn't go too far. So they should be around here."

She strained her ear, listening for the sound of puppies crying, but the rain was drowning out even her own thoughts. Rain plastered her already lank hair to her head and ran down the collar of her coat in cold, clammy rivulets. She wondered what she was doing here, on a darkened road, in a storm, with a stranger who didn't seem all there. But, she reasoned with herself, anyone who brought an injured stray dog to a vet can't be untrustworthy.

A stale odor assaulted Esme's nostrils as they neared the railway bridge. A brook, or the remnant of one, which gave the lane its name, ran under the bridge, almost dry and choked with rubbish. The noise of the storm lessened here, and Esme thought she heard something, a soft whimpering. She swept the torch over the rubbish.

"There!" the man shouted, grabbing her arm to still the beam of the torch. "You see?"

She squinted. Indeed, under a milk crate turned on its side, she caught a glimpse of movement, something white and small. The poor mother dog had made a den out of rags and old newspaper inside the crate, right on top of an islet of rubbish. While the brook remained dry, she and her puppies were safe, but with the storm, the water was rising fast, and the puppies would drown.

Esme looked down the brook, chewing her lip. The brook bed was deep, and the slimy surface showing here and there amongst the rubbish looked treacherous. It might hold some small dogs, but she was certain it would not hold her. Perhaps she could reach them from the bank...

"Hold my hand," she said to the man, handing him the torch. "I'll try to reach them."

"Are—are you sure?"

"I don't want to risk climbing down there and sinking up to my armpits in slime. If you hold my hand and I lean down, I could reach them." When he still looked unsure, she turned to face him. "I trust you, alright? What's your name?"

"Billy." The answer came hesitantly, as though he wasn't used to people asking him his name.

"OK, Billy, I'm Esme." She took his hand and gave it a brief but firm shake. His grip was strong, his hand surprisingly warm. "Now let's save some puppies."

With Billy holding her left hand and keeping the torch fixed on the crate, Esme scrambled down the steep bank and leaned over as far as she could, while still keeping her feet on solid ground. She managed to hook her fingertips to the crate. A chorus of yelps from inside confirmed that it was indeed where the puppies were. She strained, drawing it closer until she could reach her hand in and pull out a warm, squirming bundle of soft fur. She passed the first one to Billy, who placed it in the carrier. One, two, three, four. The puppies were so young their eyes weren't even opened yet, but they soon snuggled down into the warmth of the carrier and lay still.

"Is that all?" Billy asked.

"I think so," Esme replied, running her hand over the milk crate once more to make sure. "Yeah, that's all." She started climbing back up the bank.

"Wait," Billy said, putting up a hand. "I still hear something."

Esme struggled to listen. Thankfully, the puppies in the carrier had gone quiet, but she still couldn't hear anything. "I don't—"

"Shh! There!"

Now she heard it—a tiny cry, weaker than the others. Following the beam of the torch, she noticed a stirring under some crisp packets, further away from where the milk crate was, close to the middle of the brook, where some of the rubbish was getting swept away by the rising water. She and Billy formed a human chain again, but this time, the straggler was too far. Esme's entire torso was hanging over the brook, with only the tip of her shoes gripping the bank. She could feel Billy struggling to hold on to her other hand. She clicked her fingers and made suckling sounds with her pursed lips, trying to entice the puppy closer. "Come on, little fella... Come join your brothers and sisters... Your mum's waiting..."

Finally, a black nose poked out from under the crisp packet, followed by a brindle body, no bigger than her palm. Esme made a grab for the puppy, just as her fingers slip out of Billy's hand, and the rubbish-covered bed of the brook loomed toward her at an alarming speed—

—only for Billy to snatch her wrist and haul her to her feet.

For a moment, Esme could only stand there and gasp for breath, glad of the firm ground under her feet. Then she became aware that Billy's arms were around her, and she had one hand on his chest, staring into his eyes, with the puppy squished between them. She scooted back, while Billy also looked away, his hands twitching at his sides. Bending down to hide her flushed face, Esme placed the puppy into the carrier with its brethren and zipped it up.

The moment they walked in through the door of the kennel room, the mother dog sat up in her crate, alert, her tail thumping like crazy. The yelps from the carrier rose to a deafening crescendo, and the mum tried to get to her feet. "OK, OK, here you go, don't hurt yourself again," Esme said, placing the puppies into the crate. The mum sniffed them, then gave them a good lick, and finally, satisfied, lay down with her babies. Esme smiled up at Billy, who was watching the dogs with a riveted expression.

"We did it," she told him. He smiled back at her, a brief and uncertain smile, yet it still lit up his whole face, like the sun peeking out from behind the clouds.

Chapter 2

Taglist: @quinnypixie (if you want to be tagged, just send me a message!)

[greenelectricsky]

✨🌺🥊 for the oc ask :3

✨ How did you come up with OC name?

Oh my, first try - hard try, eh? So, TuśTuś is a family joke from my real name, but I'm very fond of it. It's some kind of very original diminutive nonexistent in my language. Cysiek is also a little complicated, it's diminutive from one of my favourite male name. Also, I don't think it exists in my language.

🌺 Do they have any love interests?

That one is much easier! Cysiek is completely acearo, but also a total flirt, like Rum Tum Tugger. TuśTuś, on the other hand is in a polyamory relationship with some of my other toms.

🥊What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

TuśTuś love their work! Making things make them happy and fulfilled, especially when they can do something to help others. But they absolutely hate doing dishes, because their paws are often scratched and dirty water makes them irritated and it took longer to heal.

Cysiek loves to wander around, little trips around the junkyard and clinic, or sometimes longer journeys around the city with his best friend. He also absolutely hates, loathe even hunted food. As a veterinarian's cat he knows what is living inside mice or birds and must be absolutely out of other options to eat something like that.

They can be twins with identical look but they are totally different in character :)

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[jaehyunxlee]

. . . dependent original character for nightrestrp : LEE JAEHYUN \

more links : pinterest. connections. playlist.

[ cha eun woo, cis man, he/him ] - was that LEE JAEHYUN i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for HIS ENTIRE LIFE and works as OWNER OF TWO DOGS VET has a reputation of being CARING, but also NONCOMMITTAL. they reside in ASHMORE & people in town usually associate them with FLIRTATIOUS TEXTS SENT TO UNSAVED NUMBERS, PERFECTIONIST AND OVERACHIEVER TENDENCIES, & CASUAL ATTIRE DRAPED OVER A STRANGER’S FLOOR. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

BASIC INFORMATION:

FULL NAME: Lee Jaehyun

NICKNAMES: Jae 

DATE OF BIRTH: July 28th, 1995 (28)

ETHNICITY: Korean-American

FACE CLAIM: Cha Eun Woo

HAIR & EYE COLOR: Dark Brown 

HEIGHT: 6’1”

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS: Multiple tattoos

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

OCCUPATION: Owner & Veterinarian at Two Dogs Vet

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, Korean, Japanese, French (mental illness)

BACKGROUND: 

Born in Nightrest to an upper-middle class family, Jae was born the eldest son of his family, with a younger sister named Issy born a year after him. The couple initially struggled with infertility after getting married, causing an early rift in the two's marriage that both siblings would grow up to witness for themselves. Despite their issues with having kids, the family has always been generally well off, their father a lawyer and their mother a veterinarian who comes from a rich family.  

Their parents fought a lot throughout their childhood, and as the eldest child, Jae was usually the one stuck in the middle of it whenever his parents argued. Both siblings had a lot of expectations set on them from the time they were young to be great, and in Jae’s case, this meant being the best in everything he did. Due to his mother’s initial infertility before having him, he was often told that he was born for a reason, to be the best. The best in school, the best in sports, and the best son he could be. Jae definitely felt very pressured when he was a kid to be at the top, and even when his parents divorced when they were in high school, he felt like it was on him to stay stable and strong. 

Because for the longest portion of his life, he felt like his life wasn't his own, he has trouble with saying how he feels and dealing with commitment. His parent's marriage wouldn't help with his struggles with love. And even as he'd grow older, his subconscious would remind him of it, steering him away from the idea of romance with the exception of a few relationships when he was younger. Jae’s the type for one-night stands, meaningless flings. He tends to cut it off if he can tell any feelings are arising on either part. He’s found himself giving the whole “I think we’d be better as friends” spiel, not wanting to actually hurt anyone. It wasn’t that he didn’t care or have feelings for them, he just felt uncomfortable with the idea of anything serious.

Because of his parents expectations, he excelled very much academically, graduating valedictorian and being captain of the soccer team along with class president. Jae was the classic overachiever when it came to school, more of a reason to never pursue anything that wasn’t just casual as he was so busy all the time. After he graduated, he left Nightrest to attend UCLA. During his time there, he got burnt out and started going out more now that he wasn’t under the pressure of his parents. He partied a lot, got into drinking and drugs, enjoying his freedom being away from home, though he did remain a good student. When he came back home with a more relaxed attitude and a bunch of very visible tattoos, his mother was understandably upset, so to appease her he decided he’d follow in her footsteps as she wanted and attend vet school.

It worked out since he liked animals a lot. As a kid, he took in stray cats often and fostered them until they were adopted, as well as volunteered at the local animal shelter. He’d started working at Two Dogs Vet when he finished school instead of at his mother’s business. Jae wanted to have his own identity away from her and knew that she’d eventually give the business to him, something he didn’t exactly want. But after the old owner of Two Dogs Vet died, Jae’s mother decided to buy out the vet and have her eldest child run it anyway. Becoming a business owner wasn’t exactly his plan. He felt like he had no choice in it, and remains a little annoyed with his mother for not listening to what he wanted, but in a way, he’s always tried to please her so he agreed to take over and run the place. 

HEADCANONS

he’s a big fat whore

will only answer to jae. if you call him by his full name, and you’re not family or someone he's extremely close to, he’ll probably give you an odd look.

though he was lowkey a little uptight growing up since he had so much pressure on him, he’s very relaxed and chill now. he’s typically not the kind of person to beat around the bush or be vague, always the kind to be straightforward (until it comes to talking about his feelings oop)

struggles with insomnia and has been since high school. he’s fairly good at managing it and not making it a big deal, even when he only gets two hours of sleep a night. he's a caffeine addict he'll take the legal and illegal versions happily

definitely has the reputation of being a really nice guy, despite that probably not always being true. he’s very charming when he wants to be and likes to flirt around without thinking it's serious. he unintentionally will lead someone on, but he just doesn’t really think ahead and anticipate anything more out of it.

he's a proud father of two cats named mina and lily, both of which are rescues. he won't be sticking around after a hookup cause he has two daughters at home to take care of so sorry

took piano and singing as a kid, and definitely went through a period of his life where he wanted to be a singer but obviously his parents would never go for it.

kind of a gym bro. likes to stay active but usually works out in the middle of the night since it’s most convenient for him.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

best friends

childhood friends

ex-girlfriends (most of his relationships besides maybe 1 or 2 lasted like 3 months max sorry)

flings/hookups :D

maybe some people he met/hung out with when he went to college in california?

idk literally anything

[78moonchild78]

My furry best friends

My pets are one of my favorite things to talk about. They bring a lot of love and joy into my life. They make being at home feel better!

My eldest pet is Dora, she's a calico cat. She was born in February 2020. We named her Dora because she used to be the one who would always crawl out of her box when they were kittens. We grew closer when she began sleeping on my bed. We spent a lot of time in the same room together! To this day, she still sleeps in my room! Most of my mornings (and midnights) are filled with her meowing for me to give her food or water. She brings me tokens of appreciation, the only problem is that they're always small animals.

My second to eldest pet is Moku, she's an Aspin (asong Pinoy). Our neighbor gave her to use the morning after my dad's birthday, January 11, 2021. Our neighbor told us that she was born in November, 2020. I still remember that morning she was offered to us! Our neighbor brought her to our house, followed by her sister. I picked her because she seemed scared and nervous. On her first day, she kept following me around. She refused to be left alone, whenever she was left alone, she'd cry. And whenever we'd come home, she'd always cry out of happiness. Everyone in our family loves her very much! Especially my grandmother, because Moku always serves as her companion whenever she gardens or hangs clothes. She's a very smart dog too, I trained her to sit, stay, and come.

My third pet is Tonton, she's a Jack Russel Terrier. Her full name is Tonkatsu. My mom won her at a raffle her officemate held in 2021. The prizes they had were their unsold dogs. I remember the night she came home. She was such a sweet, happy, and friendly dog. She was 8 months old by the time we got her. She's a little bit difficult to teach and manage, but she's a very kind, energetic, happy, playful, and friendly dog. I play with her sometimes! It's really funny when she barks back at me.

My fourth pet is Menchi! His full name is Menchi Katsu. He's Tonton's son. He's a mix of Jack Russel Terrier and Beagle. He was born on February 8, 2023. I was there at the time of his birth. I remember studying for World Religion while we were waiting for them to be born. He had two sisters, one was stillborn, sadly. The other one was named Tori Katsu. Now she's called Maxene, and she's living a happy life in a new home. In 2023, Menchi contracted Parvovirus. At first, we noticed him being much less lively than he usually is. He also ate less. And his stool was oddly wet and dark. So we took him to the veterinarian and learned that he had contracted Parvovirus. The veterinarian told us that he had a small chance of surviving. However, we still tried and tended to him for his recovery. We felt very bad for him, because the virus was basically gnawing on the lining of his stomach, so he was constantly in pain. We stayed consistent in feeding him and giving him his medication. We sacrificed some of our time for work and for school to take care of him, and it was worth the sacrifices. Because he eventually recovered and got back to being the happy and healthy boy he still is now! All of my pets are my best friends. They're the ones I find ease, love, and comfort in. They're my best companions at home. I've learned patience, responsibility, and accountability through them. They've taught me what it means to take care of others.

[char-petsitter]

Life of a Pet Sitter

Hey! I’m Char the petsitter. 

I grew up in the boonies and my mom introduced me to the world of volunteering with animals. We rescued animals that had been injured or abandoned, and helped rehabilitate them to be released into the wild again. We got to work with oppossums, squirrels, geese, birds. It was important not to give them a name (as to not domesticate them, so when they returned to nature, they could survive and thrive better). It was exciting!

Aside from the wild animals we took in, my family also had dogs, chickens, rats, goats, cats, frogs, ducks, and even a pony! Our neighbors hunted the wild boar and made honey. My mom sold fruit from our fruit orchards at the farmers market and to local businesses. We heard mountain lions and coyotes howling at night. Ah, the country life. 

Of all the animals in the world, I have always been a DOG person. 

Senior pitbulls especially. 

I went on to volunteer for other organizations like SPCA, Cattown Cafe, and Maxfund. I always wanted to do something with animals as my line of work, like become a veterinarian. I really wasn’t ever into medical stuff though. 

Then, while I was in college studying psychology, I started petsitting casually for a family friend, who I call my auntie. On my winter break and spring break, I would travel to her place and stay the night with her sweet orange tabby. 

It wasn’t until almost 10 years ago, when I suffered an injury. I needed to take a step back from my psychology career. I needed to get creative with how I could earn income. I started working for a petsitting app, but got so many requests, I ended up starting my own business. I was not expecting to at all, it almost fell in my lap. I made business cards, flyers, and word of mouth referrals (thank you), to the point where I was working all the time! I’m now at a point where I’m looking to hire petsitters as backup.

Funny, how I always wanted to work with animals in some capacity, and because of an injury, I took a detour back into this field. So applying my knowledge of psychology as well as my lived experience of having chronic pain, to my petsitting work has been an asset. Especially since I work with so many animals with PTSD, separation anxiety, and pain/arthritis! 

Just a couple years ago, I aligned with a company so I could offer products for my petsitting clients (and people with pets all over the country, thanks to social media!) that help with mood, pain, digestion, and all sorts of other amazing health benefits. It is so important to invest in our pets' well being, so they have the best quality life. And in return they provide us SO MUCH LOVE.

So, that’s my story. ♥️ Stay tuned for more.

[theworldofdog]

5 Ways To Stay Happy and Healthy With Your Pet in 2023

In 2023, I think we can all agree that we want to do our best to keep our pets Happy and Healthy. But we need to make sure we’re extending ourselves the same courtesy. That’s why we’ve come up with five things we can do with our pets in the coming 11.5 months to stay fresh and curious. Yes, there’s some (mild) exercise, and you’ll need to visit the doctor. But maybe learning a new language or routine could make you both happy? know more about how to stay Happy and Healthy with your pet, for more details, visit us at the world of dog. Here’s what we’ve got — with help from a pair of experts:

1. See the Doc (Both of You)

Taking your pet to the veterinarian was part of our 2023 resolutions, sure, but we’re always going to harp on how important it is to take care of your pets’ health. You and your dog or cat need to head to the vet once a year at the very least. (Extremely young pets as well as older ones need to visit more frequently. Ideally, the regular visits will ensure that your vet can catch any potential health problems early and that your furry friend is up to date on all their shots. “It’s just a good idea,” says Steven Appelbaum, founder and president of the Animal Behavior College. But you need to hold up to your end of the bargain, too. What would your pet think if he knew you were skipping out on your regular checkup or physical? Make that appointment. Get to know more about how to stay Happy and Healthy with you pet.

2. Learn Some New Skills — Maybe a Language?

Sure, you can start off 2023 by teaching your dog the basics — or you can even try something more advanced, like nose work. You can attempt the training yourself, but make sure you’ve done your research and employ the proper methods, says Ben Bennink, chair of The Association of Professional Dog Trainers. If that’s too much, then you can hire a dog trainer or attend a group training class. But what about something you can learn, too? Perhaps a new language? You might not want to spend a ton of time on Duolingo or Babbel, but teaching your dog new cues in a different language can have its benefits, Bennink says. For example, if you normally speak English but teach your dog’s cues in French, you no longer have to worry about tossing “sit,” “stay,” or “walk” around in normal conversation. Bennink says you can also save the alternate language for your dog’s “emergency cue” — the one word you use to recall your dog to your side right away. That can eliminate confusion when your dog needs to come to you fast. Need a shortcut? Teach your dog’s — or cat’s! — cues with hand signals, too. Dogs learn through hearing or seeing, but Bennink says they’re more likely to follow the hand signa

3. Embrace the Special Routine

This one is a favorite of Appelbaum, and many of us probably have one. You know, those weird rituals you and your pets have developed over the years. For him, he used to play a game of “find the treat” with his basset hound and Labrador retriever. The self-explanatory game took about 10 minutes, and the dogs — forced to use their brains to find the hidden morsel — loved it. My family had something similar. For years, my poodle Riley would beg for her dental treat each night, and each night my mom would get her to bark, turn around in circles, and then execute several flying leaps into the kitchen. After basically long-jumping two or three times — to great applause — she would very smugly trot back into the living room with her chewy stick. Anyways, all this is to say you and your dog or cat should find your own special routines. Maybe you can jazz up meal times or turn a few morning minutes into hide and seek. Your pet will enjoy it, and you’ll enjoy watching your pet have fun. Win-win. Please visit us at dog’s food if you want to know more information regarding how to choose a dog’s food.

4. Walk — and Smell — More

Speaking of routines, walking more with your dog or cat is good for everyone involved. For us, walking daily can help regulate our weight and keep us healthy. For our pets, dogs especially, it might be even more important. “Giving them opportunities to engage in their natural environment is huge,” Bennink says. Most of our dogs are primarily stuck in a house — maybe with occasional time out in a yard — so walks offer the perfect chance for physical and mental stimulation, especially if you give them plenty of time to sniff. Dogs experience the world through their noses, so be ready to linger on the sidewalk as your pup tries to figure out who’s peed there so far that day. It’s good for his mental health, and some fresh air won’t hurt you, either. Exercise can also really help dogs with behavior issues and boredom, Appelbaum says. A consistent walk — maybe even just three or four times a week — offers an outlet for energy that could otherwise turn destructive.

5. Just Do What Your Pet Likes

This is abstract, but you know your pets better than anyone. You shouldn’t do any of the activities listed above unless your pet enjoys them. (Well, except for the vet one. Our pets definitely need to see the vet whether they like it or not.) Bennink says you shouldn’t force your pets into activities they might not like. If you try a new activity and your pet clearly doesn’t like it, that’s fine. Just go back to the enrichment your dog or cat knows and loves, whether that’s a food puzzle or the flopping fish. This, in part, is why you should always be conscious of what’s going on with your dog, Appelbaum says. Not just likes and dislikes, but watching their pee, poop, and behavior will make sure they’re doing OK. They’ll do the same for you, after all.

[stormy333]

Jealous Kitty?

Hey guys welcome to the blog!

           How many of you deal with older cats acting out because of bringing a new animal into the house? Or maybe your eldest cat doesn’t feel he’s getting enough of your attention and affection? Well I know from experience that it’s one not easy to have feuding animals and two not easy to work it out because they can’t talk to us and tell us what’s wrong with them. Similar to dealing with babies in a way, though I'm not a mother, I have watched and been around a few mothers and their babies. I mean think about it. Both babies and animals have no way to verbally express their problems using words. Thus, the actions they take.

          See this applies to all animals, not just cats. But my experience comes from cats my family has six cats and four dogs, (believe me I know it’s a lot). In case you’re wondering out of those six, four are my babies. Jazzy, Jonah, Skitzerlynn and Molly. All four have a very strong attachment to me, things can get a bit sticky so to speak with them all because everyone has a different sort of bond with me. So, with that said Jazzy is my eldest, he has little to no health problems that we are aware of at the moment, well what does that have to do with any of this you might ask? Well, Jonah was feral. I’m the one responsible for taming him and he also has quite a few problems revolving around his kidneys. Molly, her mom wasn’t the greatest and she was the only one to survive from her litter because the rest passed away due to respiratory problems well Molly was close to that when we brought her home. I took care of her and watched her like a hawk creating a similar bond, a strong bond. Then with Skitz well she kinda took up to me without me even trying anything, I was there and she needed someone to cling to I suppose so she just attached like a leech a very adorable leech. And in doing that it took time from my first and eldest causing jealousy, hurt, anger, confusion, and more. So, throughout the years I noticed Jazzy getting more and more aggressive and temperamental, so I did some soul searching and reading and found a book that has stuck with me sense I read it four years ago. The book Ain’t misbehavin’  by John C. Wright who is a certified animal behavioralist. That coupled with some blogs I started piecing things together, so here are some of the things I’ve dealt with from my cat and the ways I’ve sort of tamed the beast.

Things I’ve experienced:

-          Random attacks biting, scratching, etcetera

-          Growling and hissing

-          Aggressiveness towards cats that are typically best friends

-          Urinating outside the litterbox

It’s important to remember that they can’t tell us what’s bothering them using words, so they use what they know.

So, this might sound crazy but sit with your cat when you get a chance and like talk with them. No, they can’t be like “yeah this cat being around is bugging me” but I’ve found every cat is different they all have personalities and you must learn how to handle each one. And some cats tend to have multiple personalities at times (all of mine do). So, for example with Jonah when he’s acting out I talk to him. And with Jazzy talking to him doesn’t quite work so I distract him and give him something to take his anger out on. A toy. I use this old belt I have that has tassels on it (he loves it) and get him to chase and attack the toy rather than us. That way he gets attention and distraction.

The key is finding what works for your pet. And you’re not going to get it fixed right away it takes time. But also, by no means am I an expert so if the problem gets worse or continues you should definitely see your veterinarian.