#I love you Pim with a tail

[sadie-shrimp]

To the people who draw Pim with a tadpole tail: STOP INFANTILIZING HIMB🤬🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😤😤😤😤😤 HE IS A FULLY GROWN MAN, IF HES GONNA BE A FROG GO ALL OUT AND DRAW HIM EATING BUGS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🤬🤬‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ DRAW HIM SWIMMING IN A POND‼️‼️‼️‼️ SAYING RIBBIT AND BOING‼️‼️ LONG RETRACTABLE TONGUE‼️‼️CLIMBING WALLS‼️‼️‼️🤬🤬🤬🤬

[sigmxnd]

Frowning friends head canons NOW POOKIE 👿👹👺

i love you pookie. /p

you have no idea how long i've been waiting for someone to ask me this question

so i realized i've never actually written them all down and have just kinda been thinking about them in my head, so i'll put down the ones that have been floating around + add on if i come up with new ones

tw for mentions of smoking weed (its only once but still)

starting with them both:

they've known each other for a very long time, but got seperated a lot due to unstable housing. they reunited and have spent the most time together as adults (+ they live together)

100% make fun of and talk shit about other couples they see out and about

they are in love. they kiss and smooch and cuddle. physical affection is definitely their language. but only at home cause out there they gotta look menacing. they are happy with each other :3 (everyone else can fuck off though)

in a universe where they survived istg they have like almost a cartoonish rivalry with the smiling friends. imagine that "nice onezie does it come in men's" audio. that's them

stole their main outfits from some high schoolers but the rest they either shoplift or dig through the dumpsters for

halloween is the best only because they make stupid bets and competitions about scaring the trick or treaters only to have nobody come near their building (pim may or may not buy the big candy bars to give out on purpose)

when i'm thinking of a scenario/ship that's not gnargrim, they're in a qpr :3

i really like the idea that they love david bowie

grim:

gets frequent bouts of paranoia and generally has a lot of trust issues (especially with therapists)/low self esteem. took a lot of convincing himself that gnarly actually liked him and didn't have any hidden intentions

autistic. every character i like gets hit with the autism beam it just has to happen

gay + demiromantic/sexual

(sorry i can't think of more rn jfhwieifhe)

gnarly:

does his job good, takes it seriously, but off the clock he's probably one of the most unserious critters there is. he's my favorite of the two so i make him a lot like me🐺🌕

stoner :3

autistic. nuff said

pan/transmasc!?!?🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️‼️🧨💣🔥

his favorite mlp movie is rainbow rocks and his favorite episodes are a canterlot wedding parts 1 and 2 (cause they're MY favorites)

my furry version of him has a bent tail for a reason now and i'm writing something that has to do with it :3 (he also has a lot of scars that i've just been too lazy to draw on him that i'll mention in the thing i'm writing)

uses brainrot terms ironically/to piss people off

(while i do think that the ff and the sf would be enemies in a really funny way, i also like to think about gnarly & charlie being buddies/friendly with each other outside of work. i contradict myself all the time :3)

and thats all the ones i can think of for now. tysm for asking pookie :3

[doodlyreone]

Smiling Friends at Pony Town Memories ADVENCHA!!!

Part III

An experimental bit to compensate for my always delayed screenshottter phone and archiving ponytown instances to doodles. I roleplay as Charlie and these are the highlights of my interactions with a Pim kinner @mellowvisions .

Although I haven't taken drugs, I felt like I am high in these conversations, it's just one shower thought after the other. This is the last bunch for today and it feels right it ends this way.

Hours pass and it's really coming along greatly. There's this awesome dude was nearby and like wow I can't take off my eyes on him like get this – he has more beard than any Santa Claus I've encountered in any mall. Like all natural beard. He let us touch it and it feels like an ancient artifact. It looks so cool and I'm considering about growing out a beard myself.

(Charlie and Pim having beards just makes them looking more akin to their voice actors bwhahshck. I really saw bright orange shirt with blue accent and white bandana having pony and I was like "IS THAT A DRAGONBALL CHARACTER?" I-)

Turns out the guy just got released out of prison and got the prison bar glitch 50 years ago. It is rumored around here in the local area with how bad the police are in their jobs that the prison cells are so tired of being empty, it just teleports in people, regardless of they're innocent or guilty. I don't really believe it, like I just think it's the police but it might as well happen here. I hand out the Smiling Friends building address to the guy by writing on his palm. Oh, the pen was from Pim, he always had some just in case we need to write on something and that pays off.

(I just love like trying to make sense of the show and its lore. Like as a charity that wishes to help people lift spirits, I wouldn't question like the building having a facilities to cater to those who are homeless or like neglected by society – have you noticed their building is beside an asylum. I improv that theres a public showers available and I wanna imagine they hand out free food too.

Uhh also referencing what happened to the background character in the Who Violently Murdered Simon S. Salty? ep like dude just walks out the theatre and be lookin confused when he's behind prison bars the next scene release him he did nothing wrong)

It's pretty uneventful after that. Pim and I discuss what just happened.

( I really like Charlie's front face in the Charlie Pim And Bill Vs. The Alien episode it reminds me of Captain Underpants somehow oml. Also, the disjointed phrases is mostly to blame with Ponytown chat limited-words-of-pop-up-at-time but it feels right since it emulates like Charlie and Pim sometimes cutting each other off it's brilliant)

What I heard is groundbreaking, earth shattering, reality tilting notion. I genuinely thought I'm just imagining the heart swelling chime because it feels nice but- but no Pim is actually hearing it too. Had the clients heard it as well? Is there someone tailing us behind waiting to play that chime when we'vedone our job? But no that can't be right cuz there's the constant decibel and tune and like we would have notice it and like no matter where we are, it's the same thing, as if it's not in the room for it to change its aural texture but instead like- like a sound bite overlayed on top of a show. I-I think I might actually puke from this, oh my God.

(SMILING FRIENDS IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT EXISTENTIALISM BWHAHAHAHA. The genuine distress they're under after becoming too self aware oml. It translates to what if 4D dimension exists and we are just tv show for them kind of bit. Also I kept the misspellings and missing words cuz it adds character and funny - the sequel.)

UNTEXTED VERSIONS UNDER CUT:

[smiling-with-the-friends]

i looove that people draw allan all fluffy and with a tail, but in all honesty i think he's an amphibian like pim.

look up a red salamander or newt, and compare it to allan.

i also headcanon that he had a tail and lost it, much like how frogs do in their growth cycle.

that does make a lot of sense actually, some critters in general seem to have a likeness to amphibians so there's a chance any of that's canon

i also love when people draw allan fluffy and with a tail though so who says you can't have both :3

[smiling-with-our-friends]

If Pim ever was drawn with a tail canonically, do y'all think he'd use it to try and attract potential partners (*Cough* Charlie *Cough*)?

I know he’s a fwog based Critter, but I love how Tumblr artists draw him as an axolotl.

Fun Fact: Male axolotls gyrate their hips and tails during mating displays to show off their stuff.

I absolutely cannot get the vision of Pim getting on all fours and rocking his hips and tail like it'll get someone hot out of my mind.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pim, trying to be sexy: Charlie, can I show you something?

Charlie: Yeah, alright, sure.

Pim: *Raises His Ass in the Air and Wiggles His Hips/Tail*

Charlie: Uh... are you okay?

[kapsloc7]

*slaps roof of smiling friends office* these bad boys can fit so much ✨projection✨

So anyways, here’s a collection of some random headcanons I thought of :D (all sfw)

Pim has an associate degree in psychology, he loves helping people but has also always been interested in the science side of it

Charlie is a car guy, he raced his uncle’s car when he was a kid (him in like an 85 fox body)

If Charlie owns a car now he would have a beat-up 94 Honda Accord, which he got at 16

Pim was pretty much the textbook image of ADHD as a kid, and he got treatment from a young age, though he still struggles

Charlie has ADHD as well, but he doesn’t take medication for it

Pim has tics occasionally, mostly when he is stressed or has had too much caffeine

I think Charlie’s a metal fan, but I think Pim also enjoys listening to the occasional Slipknot song, and likes ones with high energy

More about my human versions than the show, but Allan uses he/she pronouns

I also think Allan could be intersex, but I am perisex so don’t really know how to speak on intersex experiences. Again, I headcanon this more with my human Allan :P

Some worldbuilding stuff too bc i have DM brain:

My personal idea for what critters are is that they were created through like, alchemy or smthn and are basically a mix of human and animal genetics ????

And I think Glep is from around the time they were first made

Needs to be fleshed out more but I feel like thats a fair interpretation

Some critters are more human than others

Also they aren’t like, animal hybrids or anything weird they’re just Creatures™️

I am a big “Pim with tail” fan, which I have extensive ideas about

But the gist is that he’s amphibious and critters in his family generally lose more of those traits the older they get, but Pim had like. Stunted growth or some shit so he never fully lost the tail (also why he is. Really short. Like his dad is so big yet he’s still shorter than his mom?)

Also because I will make him suffer, he’s really embarrassed about it so hides his tail around others

ANYWAYS lemme know what you guys think about these!

[star-fandoms]

MATCHING COLLARS (Pim x Naliphorn Fanfiction)

Naliphorn entered Pim's and her shared home, clutching a plastic bag from the pet store in her hands. Her tail light green and wagging from excitement, unable to contain the smile on her face.

"Piiiiim~!" Naliphorn shut the door gently with her tail as she called out to her beloved, not that she ever told him, since she isn't even sure of her own feelings. They had grown awfully close to the short, pink man. They were as aware of it as everyone else was, but they couldn't help growing attached when Pim felt like warm sun rays hitting her purple skin. Hearing Pim's happy, fast footsteps approaching, her ears perked up and her tail wagged faster, she walked to meet him halfway.

"Welcome home, Nali! Did you get everything you need?" Pim asked with a smile on his face, spatula in hand, a sign he was cooking the two of them dinner. His big eyes looked up at Naliphorn with a tiny tilt to his head. Naliphorn leaned down slightly to hug Pim, feeling his warmth spread all over her body, causing her to suppress a shudder.

"IIIII diiiid!" Naliphorn wanted to say more, wanted to tell Pim about how she'd rather stay by his side for the rest of her life then ever go shopping alone again. She could if she wanted to, but this was a surprise, maybe even a confession of sorts, she couldn't have let him come along. Naliphorn pulled away, hesitantly, but still enjoying the lingering warmth he had left on her. Naliphorn smiled down at Pim, as she had always done, it was simply impossible to NOT smile at him. She wholeheartedly believed that if she didn't smile at him that she would break the law, and to be fair, it probably was a law to Naliphorn. "Piiim..I got you a giiift! Tuuurn.. arOUnnd." Pim's eyes widened as he stared up at Naliphorn.

"A-a gift? Oh boy!" A smile took over Pim's features as he excitedly turned around, opening and closing his fist. Pim shut his eyes tightly when he heard the rustling of the plastic bag, shortly after feeling something wrap around his neck snuggly. When Pim felt Naliphorn's hands pull away, he had opened his eyes and looked down, sputtering when he saw it was a collar. He spun to meet Naliphorn's gaze, his eyes landing a little too high before he looked down as she had been crouched, a pink collar in her hands and a smile on her face.

"Put it on me?" Naliphorn asked with a tilt to their head, their antenna following the motion.

"Nali...this is...uh..." Pim trailed off, not sure how to explain how this wasn't normal human OR critter behavior. And god, imagining his coworkers teasing made him dread the collars. Not that he wasn't appreciative, or didn't like them! He did! It's just embarrassing to have everyone call Naliphorn his pet when he thinks of her as so much more than that. She's his FRIEND! ...Okay, she's a LOT more than JUST a friend. Pim isn't clueless enough to NOT notice Naliphorn's clear preference and loyalty to him, and while he does like her back, he wants to take his time, get to know each other. Frankly, he's a bit scared of another Jennifer happening, Pim has never had much luck in love, he's worried that he might ruin things with Naliphorn if he rushes, or even that slight fear that he's reading too much into her actions and words. Afterall, Naliphorn's loyalty and affections could just be a part of their alien culture, he wouldn't know since she doesn't talk about it, and Naliphorn is nice so maybe he's just reading into it.

"Youu...don't like..it?" Naliphorn's eyes widened as she stared at Pim, feeling a bit dazed. Afterall, this was considered a confession for Naliphorn, and Pim didn't accept. She wasn't upset with him, rather, worried that she did something wrong, something to make him hate her. Her ears and antenna had flattened, her tail falling limply to the ground, turning a deep, dull blue. She really thought that things were working out, but, maybe she's not cut out for these human experiences and feelings. Growing up in a place where she felt no love directed towards her and had no love for the people around her, she's not sure how to really love, and coming to a new planet with new customs added on top didn't help her understanding of love.

"No..no! It's not like that! I just-...it's just... uhm..may I ask why collars?" Pim flailed his arms, not because of his usual excitement, but with worry. Much like how Naliphorn feels with not smiling at Pim, Pim feels similar with making Naliphorn sad. He enjoys seeing her happy, he loves it, and he wants to always make her happy. He's always loved making people smile, but he NEEDS see Naliphorn smile and to be the one to make her smile. Seeing Naliphorn sad, and knowing he made her feel that way, it feels like a crime to him.

"Theyyyy're maaaatchiiing~! Prooove my looove and...loooyaltyy!" Naliphorn perked right back up, feeling that maybe she has a chance. Pim's hands flew up to his flustered face, trying to hide it from Naliphorn. 'Love' huh? Yeah Pim was sure he would explode. Naliphorn got on her knee's, tired from crouching, and removed Pim's hands, smiling when she looked into his eyes. "Wiiill you...pleeeease put miiine ooon?" Without thinking, Pim's shaky hands took the pink collar and put it on Naliphorn gently, worried that it would be too tight, or get caught on her hair or antenna.

"It's...it's not too tight, is it?" Pim's fingers still placed on Naliphorn's collar as he stared down at her. His eyes gazed over her, her large pink eyes, her moles, her long eyelashes, the way her hair fell over her face, she was mesmerizing to him. She shook her head no, nuzzling against Pim's chest, her tail wrapping around his leg gently. Naliphorn felt a strange, vibrating sensation in her throat, she had no clue what it was, but Pim caught it. Naliphorn was purring, something that both of them weren't even aware it was something she did. A thought came to Pim's mind as he recalled Naliphorns words of love and loyalty, it sounded like...marriage to Pim. Maybe Naliphorn would accept wearing matching rings instead of collars, they wouldn't get strange looks from strangers, and maybe Maverick and Charlie wouldn't notice the rings. "...Why don't we uh get r-rings instead? They symbolize the same thing."

"Riiings? ...Okaaay, I just want toooo maaatch with youuu~" Naliphorn pulled away slightly with a smile on her face, looking up at Pim. Naliphorn's confession may have still gotten rejected in her mind, BUT she hasn't lost hope yet, the fact Pim wants to match with her has got to mean something, so she'll keep confessing in the only ways she knows how to. Pim hasn't out right confessed, he has no plans to this soon, but these rings could symbolize a promise to him, and to Naliphorn, that someday he will confess.

*Flashback*

Naliphorn rested her head on the table. Pim and Charlie got a job to do without her and Maeve, and Naliphorn hated it. She wanted to be by Pim's side, it was eating her up knowing she couldn't protect him if anything happened.

"You upset you didn't get sent out with Pim?" Maverick, also known as Maeve, had asked the purple alien, resting their hand on the table and holding a Monster drink. Naliphorn let out a shaky little whine with her alien voice, gently slamming her hands on the table repeatedly. Maeve looked up in thought, not that anyone could tell with the massive amount of unruly hair on their head, a sinister smile appearing on their face when they finally got an idea. "You knooow Nali, the boss MIGHT just let you and Pim be together from now on if you proved that you and Pim are together."

"...But weee aren't..." Naliphorn sighed, sinking into the table farther. Maeve held back laughter, looking at their little purple friend.

"Yeah, but the boss doesn't need to know that~ Why don't you get matching collars? They stand out, prove your loyalty, it could even serve as your confession towards Pim." Maeve cared for the alien, they really did, but at the same time it was SO easy to get entertainment from her since she just does whatever she's told. She believes whatever she's told. Maeve looks at this situation and wonders how anyone COULDN'T pull a few harmless pranks. Maeve smiles when Naliphorn perks up, it meant Maeve had won, their idea sinking deep into Naliphorn's brain. Naliphorn smiles and runs around the office, cheering unintelligibly, shaking Glep excitedly before dropping the 1'6 man from her 5'0 grasp. Allan backed up in fear when the purple creature approached him quickly. Maeve laughs as Naliphorn causes Allan to spill his freshly made coffee everywhere. He huffs, glaring at the alien while she leaves, however his cold stare quickly turns towards Maeve who just smiles and shrugs.

[peppermintflavoredlove]

you Love my headcanons.... heres some

1- pim and charlie have tails!! pim deliberately tucks his into his shorts because he usually gets distracted and trips on it if he doesnt and charlie's is just short

2- as ive said before methinks all critters have fur because i dont like to think of them as. Smooth and Fleshy ... some have shorter fur and some have longer but they all have it

[murderbabies]

Listen I know people say Kaz loves dogs but may I just suggest - Kaz slowly earning the trust of a feral cat who is just as weary of people as he once was:

(inspired by my own experience with a feral cat - with a little Kanej thrown in there because who do you think i am - and dedicated to my lovely murder wife @vampirewifee)

Kaz would often leave scraps out on the windowsill for the crows, but also as a sort of security system to make sure no one had tried to come in to his office (other than Inej of course)

But one day the window's left open while he steps out of his office for a minute and, when he comes back, he notices that two of the sausages have mysteriously gone missing from his plate by the windowsill.

The next day he leaves out a slice of chicken liver on the windowsill. Two hours later, out of the corner of his eye, he catches a black shadow race across the window. By the time he's made his way across the room, the figure, and the liver, is gone.

He thinks about bringing it up to Inej but instead decides to take on this little investigation himself. He will not be outbested by a simple chicken thief, and really what's another mystery to solve?

Three days later he sees it. A black cat, tail missing, left ear half bitten off from a scrap years ago, slowly making its way across the neighbouring roof. The second he makes eye contact with it, it raises its hackles and hisses at him.

"Nothing to fear little mutt. Want some turkey?" Kaz whispers, slowly reaching for his half eaten sandwich. But before he can make it to his desk the cat's disappeared. Kaz chuckles to himself. He knows all about his companions pulling off disappearing acts.

For the next week he keeps a small bag of cat treats in the pocket of his waistcoat. The local stray cats have started following him around. All but one specific midnight feral cat.

The only sign that he hadn't imagined the whole thing is the fact that the slice of tenderloin he leaves out every night (which he personally collects from the butchers every evening), is gone by the time he walks past the window on the way to get his third (or maybe fourth) mug of coffee for the night.

A fortnight later the offerings of the butcher's finest have increased to twice a day. Sometimes, if he's lucky, he'll catch a glimpse of the cursed thing. But only when the window's shut does it actually stay long enough for him to see, yellow eyes locked on his own. Daring him to come closer.

But Kaz only takes this a challenge. And by Ghezen does he love a challenge.

Finally, after two laborious months of sitting silently at the window, barely twitching a muscle, can he finally sit within reaching distance of the mangy thing without being hissed at. And yet he still makes no attempt to pet it. Not yet.

The Dregs have begun to notice the black cat slinking around the Slat windows. They toss it their lunch scraps, but none of them dare get any closer. Not after Rotty chanced it that one time and had to get 13 stitches on his palm. He was lucky not to lose his index finger.

One night, after a particularly rough mission that almost cost Kaz months of planning, he hears a scratching at the window.

Slowly he opens up to find the blasted cat. It hesitantly makes its way onto the bench right by the window. Still hissing. Its hind leg held up, clearly injured.

Kaz calls out to Anika to fetch for a medik. But as soon as she reaches the door of the office, the stupid cat bolts back out the window, still injured, into the night.

Kaz had almost resigned himself to never seeing the cursed thing again after Anika's stunt but lo and behold, three days later it makes a reappearance. The injured leg is in much worse shape and, despite the years spent on the streets in the Barrel, Kaz can't help but feel his throat tighten at what's been done to this creature.

Pushing away his thoughts he springs into action - shutting the window closed to prevent the thing from pulling another runner. By some miracle sent from one of Inej's Saints Kaz manages to hold the creature long enough, yowling the whole time but not fighting back, for the medik to come.

At first the cat refuses to be tended to by the medik, hissing and scratching, until Kaz plants himself right beside it, whispering soothingly. Not knowing what to say exactly, Kaz opts to give an account of the Merchant Council's tradings in the last quarter. But it seems to work nevertheless and the beast stills.

Several long hours, a hoarse throat, and a nearly blinded eye on the medik's part later, the broken leg is finally treated and bandaged up. Inej speaks to the medik outside while Kaz treats the cat with little bites from the pound of turkey breast he had Pim fetch from the butcher's. She's told that the cat will recover just fine but that the delay in getting treated means that the leg didn't set quite right. "It seems we've got a mini Kaz on our hands now," Inej smiles to herself as she recounts the news to Kaz. Kaz is just glad the cat was saved, although he'd never admit it aloud.

As it recovers, the cat becomes a common presence around the Slat, although it still hesitantly sticks to the shadowed doorways and hisses at anyone but Kaz. Sometimes even Kaz.

Inej grumbles about Kaz being the only one the thing doesn't hiss at. "Jealous Wraith?" Kaz laughs, eyes twinkling.

The ebony cat often sits precariously on the cabinet by the window, but it still gets skittery when the window's closed at times. Kaz chuckles to himself about it. "I know someone else with a penchant for quick rooftop escapes".

But ever so slowly, it begins to get comfortable around Inej. The first time Inej climbed in through the window while the cat was inside the closed office, it went crazy - its only exit route blocked with no way out. But eventually it grows accustomed to Inej's presence at the window. The catnip Inej always has on hand definitely helps.

One evening though, as the sun's almost completely dipped beneath the harbour, Inej begins to hear a low rumble. Her eyes snap to Kaz and his eyes are just as wide as hers. He hears it too. An unmistakable purr coming from the cat perched on the window across from Inej. Eyes closed, face turned towards the last warm streaks of disappearing light.

It's months later and the cat has become Kaz's second shadow (or third, depending on who you're talking to). He refuses to give it a name, referring to it exclusively as "Cat", "Chicken Thief", "Mangy Thing" and a slew of other apathetic descriptors. But Inej isn't at all fooled by Kaz's air of disdain - not when she's seen the portion of funds he spends on the best cuts of meat every month. She's even caught him cooing at the thing in the dead of night a couple times.

One day Inej grows tired of the odour emanating off the once feral cat and decides to haul both it and Kaz (who are both inexplicably hissing) into the bathroom to get them both cleaned up, because in Inej's words, "If you won't rest like a functioning human, the least you can do is smell like one".

However the only time Kaz actually sleeps is when the cat is sitting on his lap. Despite the museum blueprint he's been working on for three days straight, the purring lulls him into a quiet sleep and he wakes up feeling better rested than he has in years. It eventually becomes a habit and Kaz cannot drift off without that familiar weight on his chest rumbling quietly.

[rokachan]

"Tell me a bedtime story." For Pim -A.S.

Roka still wasn't sure exactly where she fell on her opinion of the pink lizard who was certainly friend-shaped, but ultimately someone Roka knew little about. Pim had an advantage, it seemed, in that they'd been told stories about the notqo'te.

"Hey, Roka? Do you... Do you think you could tell me a bedtime story?"

So when Pim had knocked on her door and made the sheepish request, their tail nervously curled behind them, Roka was... Stumped. This... Seemed like something Ren might be behind. Be it by sharing that Roka had loved finding that little slice of time in the evening to read and share a drink with someone, or clever scheme to encourage the catte to come back out of her shell, Roka wasn't sure. But it definitely smelled like a Ren thing.

She wasn't opposed though, opening the door the rest of the way and gesturing for Pim to pick one of the chairs.

"Of course, I know a good story, I think."

A cup of hot tea was poured for the lizard, a book collected from the shelf, and Roka curled herself into the other chair, tail swept up into her lap like a blanket where she could sink her hands into the plush fur.

"It would, therefore, have been a great misdirection of effort not to have inhabited the cities -we only moved into four- so patently suitable for humanoid life-forms. The murals that decorated a conspicuous wall in every dwelling unit gave only a vague idea of the physiology of our landlords, always depicted in an attitude of reverent obeisance toward a dominating Tree symbol so that only the backs, the rounded fuzz-covered craniums, and the suggestions of arms extended in front of the bodies were visible."

It felt a little strange, this manner of bedtime story. Not curled in gentle affections, not perched on a lap, but rather sitting in chairs that seemed both too close and yet malms apart at the same time. Bedtime stories were supposed to be... Well, it really wasn't so much about the reading aspect. It could have been a menu from the bar for all Roka ever cared. It was about finding the time to spend with someone dear to you, a quiet moment carved out from w whatever chaos the world may have, where you could simply exist together and do something mundane and peaceful. Nose wrinkled, and she paused her reading to shove off the chair, surprising Pim, and stalk to settle don't he floor at Pim's feet. This was... Acceptable.

"I suppose if we had not been so concerned with establishing the herds, generally breaking our necks to meet the colony charter requirements, we might have discovered sooner that there had been a gross error. The clues were there. For example, although we inhabited the cities, they could not be made fully 'operational' despite all the efforts of Dunlapil, the metropolitan engineer. Then too, we could find no single example of the Tree anywhere on the lush planet. But, with R&S on our backs to produce, produce, produce, we didn't take time to delve into the perplexing anomalies.

Dunlapil, with his usual urbane contempt for the botanical, quipped to Martin Chavez, our ecologist, that the Tree was the Tree of Life and therefore mythical."

A bemused hum from the catte as she read, carrying on until she spied Pim trying to hide a sleepy yawn. A scrap of ribbon was slipped between the pages as a silent promise as Roka closed the book gently, eyeing the drowsy lizard.

"To bed with you for the night, Pim. I will happily read for you again any time you ask though. Sleep well."

She gently guided Pim out, keeping a watchful eye as Pim stumbled off to their room for the night, and waiting with pricked ear until the sound of the door closing could be heard from down the halls. Nodding to herself in satisfaction, Roka left the book set on her own desk, to be resumed upon request, and wandered into the depths of her room, through the narrow maze of bookshelves and up a rickety set of stairs that didn't even belong, to curl herself in the mess of beddings and pillows on a small platform near the ceiling.

That had been... Nice. She would have to think of a way to thank Pim for the request, perhaps another cake would suffice...?

@uendwen

[foodreceipe]

The 1990s Moments That Changed the Way We Think About Food

By: Anna Hezel Illustrations: Ellie Skrzat

The ’90s were a decade of information, SnackWell’s, and sun-dried tomatoes on everything. Here are eight events that shaped our opinions about cooking and eating.

1. The Launch of the TV Food Network In April of 1993, a young and scrappy Food Network launched with a debut lineup of French chef Jacques Pepin, writer David Rosengarten, Mrs. Fields founder Debbi Fields, and Emeril Lagasse, a little-known Louisiana restaurateur in his mid-30s with only a handful of prior television appearances under his belt.

Dorie Greenspan, who worked at the network during its launch as a consultant and producer, remembers it as a pioneering time in the unexplored realm of food television. On the TASTE Podcast, Greenspan recalled the head of programming at the time saying, “We’re going to make somebody a star, but we don’t know who that person will be.” It swiftly became clear that Emeril was that star.

In addition to the runaway hits, like Essence of Emeril, there were misgivings during the launch. “This was really a startup in every sense of the word,” she told me. “We made some terrible mistakes. We couldn’t figure out a bunch of things. We tried doing a call-in show, which seemed revolutionary. We were learning.”

The only model the network had at the time for programming about cooking was public television—shows like James Beard’s I Love to Eat and Julia Child’s The French Chef. But the move to cable meant a move toward the mainstream. “I don’t think you can underestimate the impact of that,” says Ruth Reichl. “That’s the moment that food really stopped being the provenance of the elites and became part of popular culture. Children watched it and were interested in chefs, and chefs became cool in a way that they hadn’t before.”

2. Fat Is Bad, But Everything Else Is Good At the tail end of the ’80s, a few influential government reports were published, recommending that Americans consume less fat. Americans internalized this as a directive that it was OK to consume as many calories as they wanted, as long as those calories weren’t coming from fat. A zany infomercial nutritionist named Susan Powter encouraged Americans to fill their shopping carts with cereal and low-fat chips, and SnackWell’s were born, promising unlimited amounts of dessert with no health repercussions.

Lay’s launched one of the most famous product missteps in the history of American consumerism. WOW chips, introduced in 1998, promised the same potato chip flavor with only one gram of fat per serving—a feat made possible by frying in a synthetic fat substitute called Olestra. Almost as soon as the chips hit the market, accounts started to pour in of horrible stomach woes caused by the chips. The FDA famously used the phrase “anal leakage” to describe the side effects, leading to one of the grossest and most memorable PR disasters in the history of packaged foods.

3. Sushi Goes Mainstream By the ’90s, sushi had existed in the United States for more than three decades, but this was the moment when it really caught on, especially as Japanese companies opened offices in U.S. cities. “It all started when Sony bought Columbia Pictures in 1989 and the entire West Coast went mad for sushi,” speculates Alan Richman, who was the restaurant critic at GQ at the time.

Everyone started opening sushi restaurants, including Robert DeNiro with a then little-known chef named Nobuyuki Matsuhisa, and in turn, sushi evolved from a rarefied luxury that one could only find in coastal cities to a casual, affordable treat that happened to fit perfectly into the era’s philosophy about nutrition. And then grocery stores started to catch on, stocking their refrigerator cases with plastic trays of California and spicy tuna rolls.

4. The Dawn of Online Recipes When we talk about the kind of rapid globalization that happened in the ’90s, it’s hard to avoid talking about the Internet, which shattered our spatial relationships to one another by making it as easy to talk to someone in Australia as it was to talk to the kid in your social studies class who lived down the street.

As the Internet became woven into our daily lives through services like Prodigy and America Online, it was only a matter of time before this rapidly growing technology became a way to disseminate the recipes and cooking advice that you could previously find only in magazines and cookbooks.

In 1995, Condé Nast launched Epicurious, a forward-thinking database of recipes compiled from some of the company’s food and travel magazines, including Bon Appétit and Gourmet. By the end of the decade, blogging platforms like Blogger and Xanga had emerged, paving the way for a generation of self-publishing food bloggers, like David Lebovitz in 1999, and Heidi Swanson, Pim Techamuanvivit, and Clotilde Dusoulier in the early 2000s.

5. A New Era for Restaurant Critics “I think the ’90s were the great era of restaurants in America,” says Alan Richman. The economy was strong, people had money to spend, and newspapers and magazines had budgets to send their critics to eat out and report on the latest trends in food. Fine-dining stalwarts in New York, like Le Bernardin, Daniel, and Jean-Georges, were thriving. But it was also a time when critics like Robert Sietsema at the Village Voice and Ruth Reichl at The New York Times started to clue diners in to the fact that “eating out” didn’t always have to mean French restaurants with white tablecloths.

“I was interested in talking about the way real people ate,” says Reichl. “I felt like restaurant reviews in The New York Times had been geared to a very small group of wealthy white people. And I thought everybody should go to restaurants.”

When Reichl reviewed her first Korean restaurant, Kang Suh, in 1993, three separate local Korean newspapers from New York reached out to her for interviews. When she wrote about a soba restaurant called Honmura An that same year, it caused a flap among readers who weren’t used to seeing “a little Japanese noodle shop” receive three stars.

6. NAFTA Reshapes California’s Food Landscape In 1994, NAFTA (the North American Free Trade Agreement) was signed, formalizing a trade agreement among Canada, Mexico, and the United States. As Tina Vasquez writes, the agreement was greeted with lots of anti-immigrant pushback among Americans. Carlos Salinas de Gortari, the Mexican president at the time, promised Americans that the agreement would reduce migration by stabilizing Mexico’s economy.

Instead, the agreement caused vast unemployment in Mexican industries that struggled with their new competition, leading to one of the largest historic spikes in immigration to the United States from Mexico. This brought a boom of Mexican grocery stores, butchers, restaurants, and other businesses to the U.S., especially in Californian communities like the Bay Area and Los Angeles. Grocery store chains like Chavez Supermarkets, Vallarta Market, and Northgate González are still thriving in these parts of the state.

7. Italian Food Goes Regional In my house, in a suburb of Buffalo, New York, the ’90s was the era when the green Kraft canister of Parmesan cheese in the refrigerator was replaced with a little plastic-wrapped triangle of hard cheese and a hand-crank cheese grater. Starbucks and Olive Garden (which were founded in the ’70s and ’80s, respectively) were starting to make their way into every suburb, and Americans were warming up to the idea of saying “venti” out loud.

Marcella Hazan, Italy’s Julia Child, published The Essentials of Italian Cooking in 1992, and Molto Mario (starring Mario Batali before he had been accused of sexual assault) first aired in 1996. Americans were coming to terms with the fact that Italian food was more than a plate of spaghetti and meatballs—it was a cuisine with discrete regions, like Piedmont and Emilia-Romagna. And of course, every chef and home cook in America started putting sun-dried tomatoes on everything.

8. The Collapse of the Soviet Union Rewrites the World Map When the Soviet Union ended in 1991, the entire world map changed. Countries that hadn’t had a spot on the spinning globe in decades reemerged, and a few altogether new ones were formed. Suddenly, trade opened up between these countries and the rest of the world, spurring a period of wild, unregulated capitalism. Soviet-government-owned food-manufacturing companies started going out of business.

“Everyone wanted pizza, and later in the ’90s sushi, and there was this huge flood of new, very shoddy quality global foods, to which most people didn’t have access because the prices weren’t regulated,” says Anya Von Bremzen, the author of Please to the Table and Mastering the Art of Soviet Cooking. “It’s a decade that’s remembered really negatively in that former Soviet bloc.”

The dissolution of the USSR also increased immigration to the U.S. from former Soviet countries. Cuba, which had been a close ally of the Soviet Union, was plunged into an economic depression, during which lack of ingredients lead to a loss of traditional Cuban cuisine.

On a broader level, as Von Bremzen points out, this large-scale globalization was the start of another very ’90s concept: nostalgia for all things regional.

https://www.tastecooking.com/1990s-moments-changed-way-think-food/?utm_source=pocket-newtab

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gghgghhgg SILVA IS REALLY THE CHILD OF ALYSSUM AND MUGO ??!!! I knew Mugo was like an adoptive father but ... Mugo knows that Silva is really his daughter? I think Silva doesn't know. but if mugo knows ... how he understood that she is his daughter ??? especially that he doesn't know that Alyssum had an egg !! and Alyssum have not seen Silva yet. she can't say it's her daughter! ;-;

Oh man, y’all gotta understand I absolutely love how much their story sounds like a soap opera~! 8D

Short answer: Yes, Silva is Mugo’s and Alyssum’s child. No, Alyssum doesn’t know her baby survived (thank you Gambit, you’re the best mom!). Yes, Mugo somewhat figured it out but he isn’t sure yet, Amalma is suppose to confirm it for him. No, Silva doesn’t know aaaaanything~!

Long answer under the cut~

Well, Mugo and Alyssum obvious had their intimate moments while dating and while my logic of “female chooses if eggs are fertile or not by deciding to lay them in the first place”, Alyss picked to have just one for this occasion. I figure eggs themselves don’t have to be in the egg too long before larvae hatches and has to be nurtured with food so it can molt and grow until they cocoon themselves to actually reach a stage of the anthropomorphic look, AKA baby 2.0., so they can develop other skills and not just through fetus like stage as larvae. (uhh sorry if this is confusing, I’m trying to do logic but it’s literally cartoon bugs...)

Anyways, Alyssum dumped Silva sometime after hatching. While Mugo got her letter to come meet her for the “little surprise”, he obviously refused to show up (he had every right to do that), Alyssum had no use of the baby and just left her at crossroads to die. No one knows about, no one hears about, dangerous place... perfect baby dumping situation with no evidence~

Of course, Gambit found Silva soon after some time after her poker night with Sly, coming back to the entrance of the mines and passing by near the tram to find her and adopted her. 

So you have both parents kind of being quiet for about 20 years, each doing their own thing and no one really knowing anything.

Then you have our sweet Yonna who met Silva then some time later, while Silva was busy OBSESSING OVER TRYING TO RID OF INFECTION IN THE MINES BY HERSELF (gods...), Yonna also met Mugo by chance while on the way to colosseum. Mugo got a little attached to both her and Rham due to sharing quite a bit of interest (like disliking the nobles and having weird/abusive parents and intimate traumas... haha), he sort of got attached to being Yonna’s weird uncle.

During the whole coli mess with Zeeke, they also met Amalma, who works for Alyssum’s White Magnolia as a spy, being on the mission. She knew about Mugo’s existence because her clan shares some information and keeps them safe regarding Magnolia members. From Alyssum’s claim, Mugo is a creep who hurt her and that’s a story that’s been within the inner circle of the members.

Admittedly, Amalma attacked moment thinking he was creepy and harassing Yonna. She kind of got concerned for the moth and tailed them for most of the stay until Mugo and Amalma almost fought and Yonna stopped them, demanding they all have a talk.

Things were cleared out but the fact that Alyssum resurfaced in Mugo’s life by hearing she’s been saying he’s a nasty harasser of nice girls really got him mad and upset. Amalma learned that wasn’t true, at least, and she somewhat got attached to the group.

SOOOO the whole shabang with Zeeke and the vessels and getting banned from the coli happened and Yonna, Rham and Mugo head back to the Crystal Peak to meet up Silva again. Taka let them know via dreams Silva wasn’t fine and they kind of zoomed back home, Yonna having to save her arse and memories. Mugo tagged along because he honestly didn’t want to just leave for work without seeing Yonna and her supposed crazy girlfriend will be fine.

After the whole unlocking Silva’s memories deal, Mugo was asked to stay a bit longer. He didn’t really want to rush and leave, getting to really love some company and understanding family vibe after being a lone wolf for so long.

So the gang chilled at the peaks, Mugo was having issues with looking at maskless Silva but didn’t quite click why for him yet. He also tended to be harsh with words towards her but Yonna would draw attention to it and he’d apologize.

Then... this fun conversation happened~

It was dinner time, Rham was basically cracking Mugo’s spine with stretches and massages and Silva and Yonna talked about whether Mugo is a moth or a butterfly, Silva never really understanding the difference. The two curiously and playfully went to ask him and while Mugo was on the floor groaning in pain, he replied with something like “What sort of butterfly has a mane like this?”

To that, Silva got a little concerned and said “I’m a butterfly though” and they started to chatter about Silva’s past and parents. She said she couldn’t know, she was found at the Crossroads, near tram station, adopted by the miners and that was the story Gambit told her, to which Rham confirmed because he remembered.

Cue Mugo’s anxiety jumping sky high (hehe). He figured “no, the location must be a coincidence” but the very accurate coincidence made him remember the letter... Mugo then started asking them questions, last one being “Silva, how old are you again?”. She replied the exact number of years since he got the letter.

Cue Mugo entering panic attack. He hopped up to his feet, briefly apologized while hyperventilating and hurried outside for some air. Yonna was too familiar with the reaction so she went to be support for him while Silva and Rham stayed behind, Rham explaining to Silva he had a rough past with someone and that the talk might have triggered something.

Mugo hasn’t taken off his mask at this point... But he had to. He couldn’t breathe and with Yonna around, he took his mask off. Rather similar to the ask I drew and reply, he had to pace and take time to breathe before calming down and explaining to Yonna what’s happened with Alyssum and the letter...

Of course, Silva’s looks were somewhat a giveaway too but neither was too certain. So Yonna assured him to wait and see, not tell Silva anything until they are fully certain. Mugo told Rham later but Silva is absolutely oblivious.

They had a chance to meet Amalma again because she was hiding from Zeeke’s assassin going after her to kill her for carrying information she got about Zeeke. It was during Pim’s kidnapping and after the group was almost killed in fire by said assassin. They stayed at Dirtmouth and Amalma hid there for a little while. She spoke to Mugo and he asked her to check for information at Highgrove and see if Alyssum ever bore a child.

Upon Amalma’s return to Highgrove (that has yet to happen but very soon), Alyssum has already spoken to Zeeke... who mentioned Mugo to her... so now she knows Amalma did as well because she helped stop Trail when she was after Pim’s life. Luckily, Amalma knows how to lie. She acted as if Mugo was the scum Alyssum talked about to be more convincing.

“So you confirm there is a young, wingless moth girl very close to him?”

“.... yes.”

“Uhuhu, how his gentleman persona has rotten. Say, if they’re close, you wouldn’t mind fetching the said moth girl for me, wouldn’t you, Amalma dear?”

“... anything you wish, mistress.”

“Good. I’ll leave that task to you then.”

[lonelypond]

Moonlight Becomes You: Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party, Ch. 21

Love Live, Love Live Sunshine!, NicoMaki, NozoEli, DiaYou, 1.4K, 21/?

Summary: Dia and You chat; Nozomi has visitors.

Happy Tails To You

You moved gracefully through the halls. You moved gracefully everywhere, Dia had to admit. And suddenly Dia was under scrutiny.

“Cat got your thoughts?” “That’s not the phrase.” You stuck out her tongue, “Maybe it is and history forgot.”

Dia glanced around the grubby hallway, “Where are we?”

"My office…” You knocked sharply on a door, then opened it, waving Dia inside and grabbing a duffle bag from a bench, “”Grab a seat. I’m going to change. There’s some caffeinated stuff in the mini fridge. Don’t eat anything glowing.” “Wha…” Dia’s question was interrupted by You’s chuckle. “Kidding. Sit tight, Pim Diffy.”

Dia had decided ignoring You’s provocations was the only way to survive. 

You’s desk was neat. Several framed photos, one of a small, brightly smiling You next to a man on the deck of a ship, another of You and Kanan and a third girl, frolicking on the beach. There were a few...artifacts is the best that Dia could think of to call them, items cast in or forged from various metals that looked like they’d been salvaged from a shipwreck. And one walrus plushy. Dia couldn’t resist and picked it up.

“Nope. You can’t have that.” Dia hadn’t noticed the door open. You looked fresh in cargo pants, a light blue polo shirt, a navy knit cap, combat boots unlaced. She sat on the bench and started to tie them. “My favorite place in Japan.”

“Where?” “An aquarium. I worked there in high school.”

“Didn’t you grow up here?” 

“Mostly. My dad got a transfer in high school and I thought it would be cool. Chance to work with a world class diving coach.” You pointed to the wall behind Dia, where several medals had their own frame. “That’s just my show off for co workers set. You should see the ones I keep to show off for dates.” Dia crossed her arms, “No thank you.”

“Sorry.” You actually blushed and tried to run her hand through her hair, but instead just pushed the knit cap over her eyes. Dia giggled. 

After a briefly awkward silence, Dia got back to business, “So, why are we here?” “You mentioned a vaccine,” You said, “and here we have access to a lab.” Dia pulled out a thin, clear card with several circuit like lit segments, frowning…”I may have some research stored on my device…” Dia placed the card flat on You’s desk and twisted her fingers in the air above it, “but…”

Holographic kanji appeared in the air, glowing red. Dia frowned and pinched the one that read “Dissertation.”

“It was a good challenge. Reverse engineer the vaccine from Eli’s blood. Mom had told me stories about how out of control Eli had gotten before…” Dia spun the chair, “What happens if we can’t…” You leaned on her desk, braced on one arm, the other rubbing her cheek, “In theory, we already have…”

“Or I wouldn’t be here…” “Yeah.” You didn’t sound at all convinced.

“But…” Dia prodded.

You sighed, leaning in to just barely brush Dia’s shoulder, Dia wasn’t even certain the You had noticed the contact, “Yoshiko keeps seeing Apocalypse.” Dia shoved off the desk, shooting back to the wall, You’s treasured awards falling to the ground after they bounced off Dia's head.

“Bzzzzt.” Dia grumped. “Hey, watch my stuff.” You pushed Dia back to the desk.

Dia spun the chair, “Define apocalypses.”

You closed her eyes. “Flames, fire, darkness.”

“Sounds like wildfire season.” You shook her head, “Worse. Yohane has a prophet.” “Yohane has a prophet.” Dia repeated, eyes wide.

“It’s complicated. She’s from the future, like you are. Riko.” “RIKO?” Dia bolted up, “Riko Sakurauchi?” “Maybe.” “My sister’s songwriter is that flying disaster’s....prophet?!?!?!? BZZZZT. I will not permit it”

“Interesting tic.” “What?” ‘Bzzzttttt.”

Dia was right in You’s face, towering, “That is not a verbal tic, that is how I, Dia Kurosawa, express displeasure.”

You discovered that as furious as Dia was, she really didn’t mind being this close to her. “Your eyes are pretty.” Dia continued to loom for speechless seconds, then turned around, “I’m still not entirely sure this is not some elaborate prank.”

“I wish.” You scuffed the floor.

“Where is this lab?” Dia grabbed her card off You’s desk, “I need to see what equipment’s available. And I’m going to need some of Eli’s blood.” “I’ll text Kanan.” You pulled out her phone.

“Make sure you keep that feather brain away from me.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Y: How’s your crazy? Mine’s way too hot.

K: Crowded. And Nico might kill someone. Y: Is that someone Yoshiko? K: Bingo.

Y: Runs in the family  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Lab, please.” Dia tapped You’s shoulder. “Just a minute.”

Y: We need an Eli blood sample. K: I’ll tell Nico.

Y: Let me know.

K: (b~_^)b

###

Yoshiko, no, Yohane, Nozomi corrected herself, had managed to climb on top of Nozomi’s small couch, wings swept out full and seeming cramped under Nozomi’s ceiling. Eli, all three tails wagging, was poised to leap at this new and fun feathered friend. Nozomi could see the future almost, sometimes, in her cards, but she didn’t need the seer’s gift to know what was going to happen next. Neither did Nico, who managed to shake herself out of the shock the appearance of Yohane’s wings had put her in.

“Eli, NO!” Nico ordered. 

Ready to play, Eli barked and leapt before Nozomi could grab her.  

Yoshiko waved her arms frantically, tilting herself off balance, screaming, “No doggie, good doggie, down doggie. HELP!” And then Eli crashed into Yoshiko, Yoshiko crashed into Kanan who had accurately predicted the disaster’s trajectory, and shoved up against the wall into Nozomi’s kitchen was an angel, Kanan, puppy pile, Eli excitedly bouncing on everyone.

Maki watched Nico. Anger and amused exasperation and concern and so many emotions flashed across her face. Settling on determined, she marched over to the pile, reached in, arms around Eli’s chest, yanked back, and let Eli lick her face happily.

“Nico is glad you’re in a good mood, Eli, but calm down.”

Eli woofed, tails wagging and bounded back to Nozomi, who ruffled the fur between her ears fondly.

“I made coffee.” Hanamaru stood in the doorway of the kitchen with a tray in hand, then glanced at where Yoshiko was morosely staring at a new hole in her jeans that Eli had torn, “Oh, that was the noise. Yoshiko, don’t wreck Nozomi’s furniture.” “It wasn’t me, it was that…” Wings fluttering, Yoshiko whined and pointed to Eli.

“Hey, you, pigeon of darkness.” Nico snapped. “Eli can’t help herself.”

“No, I don’t think she can.” Nozomi agreed.

“But she’s never had three tails before.”

Nozomi knelt next to Eli, Eli bopping Nozomi’s nose with her snout, “The face is different, dontcha think?”

Nico moved so she could get a better look, “Yeah, maybe, narrower. Nico’s not sure.” “It’s more like a fox.” Maki offered.

“Fox…” Nozomi’s eyes went wide, “Kitsune. They have….” “Three tails.” Kanan said.

“Or more.” Nozomi had a casual arm around Eli, who leaned into her.

“Oh, Eli, what are you doing?” Nico sighed.

“But she’s calmer, Nico. Isn’t that good?” Maki’s voice was quiet.

“Yeah, she was very aggressive when she changed at the studio.”

“She likes me.” Nozomi hugged Eli, who kept wagging.

“She likes Nico too.”

“She doesn’t like me.” Maki stepped through the crowded room, kneeling down to pet Eli, “but she’s friendly enough now.”

Yohane rose, hands hovering over Eli, “Yohane senses a divine touch, reaching from the past, to save us, a silent strength of the ancestors.”

“Sure, pigeon.” Nico snapped, then shook her head. “Nico’s never been on a set this weird and Nico’s done sci fi porn.”

“WHAT!” A startled Maki got Eli barking again. Nozomi went back to petting, eyes roving over Eli as if to memorize every detail.

“Kidding,” Nico winked, “It was an animated parody of sci fi porn and still not as weird as this.”

Maki, arms crossed across her torso, slunk back to the corner by the stairs.

Kanan’s phone went off. She typed a few messages. “It’s You. We need a blood sample from Eli.” “Why?” Nico asked sharply.

“Can’t say.” “Can’t say?” Nico had a new target. Maki wondered when they could get some time alone together. “You better say.”

Eli with a soft bark broke away from Nozomi and walked to Kanan, bumping against Kanan’s leg until she was acknowledged. 

“Do you want to go see You, Eli?” Kanan asked.

Eli wagged her tails. “I’m going too.” Nico announced. “Of course you are.” Maki muttered.

“No one else move.” Nico turned, grabbed Maki’s arm and started pulling her downstairs.

“Coffee?” Hanamaru asked.

Nozomi snorted. Eli yawned.

A/N: Hello.

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tag 10 people you want to get to know better

i was tagged by @revanchxst a couple days ago, but i am notoriously awful at everything so i kept forgetting to do it

relationship status: qpr with @revanchxst

favorite color: green-blue, like the sea

favorite food: pasta and pesto. specifically homemade pesto and only when my family makes it. i trust no one else's pesto

song stuck in your head: "horse soldier, horse soldier" by corb lund, "we have it all," by pim stones, or "northwest passage" by the dreadnoughts. I have very weird taste in music.

last thing you googled: red-tailed hawks because i wanted to make sure their conservation status was still Least Concern (it is)

time: 9:07PM PST

dream trip: italy, specifically rome; norway

last book you read: red rising by pierce brown, and i'm part of the way through a reread of asoiaf, currently stuck on a clash of kings.

last book you enjoyed reading: also red rising lol, it's my third time reading it and i love it and the series so goddamn much

last book you hated reading: acok but only theon's chapters oh my god. the secondhand embarrassment and knowing he's about to be a fucking dumbass for way too long just... kind of ruin the experience. love the rest of the book but the entire Asha Incident makes me want to scream

bonus:

favorite thing to cook/bake: cake and cookies!

favorite craft to do in your spare time: film photography! it counts because i say it does <3

most niche dislike: oh lord. irl, melted cheese. it's so awful, it's the worst texture, thinking about eating it makes me gag. in writing/literature, people who use the wrong words in sayings. "low and behold," "peaked/peeked my interest," "shoe-in," that sort of thing. drives me fucking bonkers and it will instantly make me dnf a book or a fic.

opinion on circuses now and in history: i supremely and profoundly just. do not care about them. as long as they're not massive human or animal rights violations i have exactly zero opinion on them tbh

do you have a sense of direction and if not what is the worst way you ever got lost: i vaguely have one but i get lost very easily in cities because they confuse me. one time i accidentally ended up facing the wrong way in a turnoff which was very very fun. rip to that curb.

tagging: whoever wants to do it lol lee took everyone i talk to already

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The Psittacosaurus is a member of the cerotopsians, the same group that the Triceratops is in. They lived during the early to mid Cretaceous, right before the Triceratops came about in the late Cretaceous. It’s hard to believe this little guy was an ancestor of the giant, fierce Triceratops with horns and a frill, when the Psittacosaurus had none of these traits. In fact, even the beak of the Psittacosaurus is different than the Triceratops, being more blunt than sharp, and is bipedal. The Psittacosaurus is a model for just how fascinating evolution is and how widely creatures can adapt and change overtime to become something completely different.

This guy, the Psittacosaurus mongoliensis, was about 5 feet in length and has been found in Russia, Mongolia, and China. This genus of dinosaur hold the most known species of non avian dinosaurs, making it a very well studied and understood dinosaur. The fossilized remains of this dinosaur have imprinted bristles around the tail/butt area. These are actually early feathers, called protofeathers. This is very unique and a huge discovery in the paleontology field, as it was one of the first non avian dinosaurs heard of to have protofeathers, suggesting dinosaurs other than theropods could have feathers, such as sauropods (long necks) and more. This suggests the bird lineage may have taken place further into time than we previously thought. We know that the protofeathers were not used for insulation to the Psittacosaurus due to the placement. Many believe that they were used for display and signaling as many modern birds use their feathers.

The Psittacosaurus mongoliensis is one of the few specimens that we found remaining tissue. With current technology, we are able to look at the skin cells to determine what pigmentation the specimen is. Because of the amount of tissue was remaining, we were able to discover that the Psittacosaurus mongoliensis  looked very much like the model here.

Through this, we can tell that the Psittacosaurus lived in a forest environment due to the gradient transition from the dark to the light colors. It also used camouflage, as many animals use counter-shading to blend in with their surroundings. This is very cool!!!! We only have a handful of dinosaurs that we only vaguely can determine the color or pattern, the skin cells were very well preserved to the point where we can tell the pattern and have an idea of the exact coloring of the Psittacosaurus.

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Sources: Pim, K. (2016). Dinosaurs- The Grand Tour: Everything Worth Knowing About Dinosaurs From Aardonyx To Zunicerotops (pp. 183). The Experiment.

Thompson, A. (2016, September 15). This Is the Most Accurate Replica of a Dinosaur Ever Made. Popular Mechanics. https://www.popularmechanics.com/science/animals/a22884/most-accurate-dinosaur-replica/#:~:text=Because%20Psittacosaurus%20has%20a%20more,world%2C%20at%20least%20for%20now.

I would like to briefly address my sources here. You may notice that none of the sources are actual scientific papers, but rather informal science papers/books for easy access to the public. I would love to include scientific papers, though I do not have access anymore as I am out of academia and am a poor graduated college student lol. I have a Bachelor’s in Evolution and Ecology, so I have a handle in what I am talking about and have taken several evolution focused courses, one being specifically about dinosaurs. I have also volunteered at a science museum around the dinosaur exhibit talking to the public about dinosaurs. I only take from sources that I make out as trustworthy and the best of my knowledge, if something is sketchy or outdated please let me know! Science should be for everyone and I want to facilitate the access of information that I and others find enjoyable- like dinosaurs- so that science truly can be accessed and enjoyed by everyone and not seen as something big or confusing or scary. Reading scientific papers is hard! There’s a lot of jargon that must be understood before understanding the material and not gonna lie- some of it is unnecessary and it makes it harder to read. I want to make this easier to understand so everyone can see how cool dinosaurs can be :)