#It will be okay there will still be cats to feed and birds to fly and skies to watch and gardens to plant

[procyonloser]

Pt 5

Lucifer stood nervously on the stage, after Adam clapped him on the shoulder, winking at him. He didn't look bothered to see Lucifer, but Lucifer was bothered to see him. Why was Adam here, at the zoo? Did he work here and at the aquarium? What, did he work at the wildlife park too? The arboretum? Six flags?

"Okay, Lute, if you want to put Hoot away, we can start the demonstration!" Adam said happily, and the girl on stage with him shot Lucifer the most toxic look he'd ever seen outside of a courtroom, before she walked over and had the owl step down onto a stand. When she came back, her expression hadn't changed much.

"What are we doing, Adam?" Lute asked, not the most amazing actress in the world, but Lucifer didn't think it'd be a good idea to tell her that right now.

"I'm going to have you and Lucifer stand about a foot apart from one another, and then we're going to see what Sweetness can do." Adam said easily, leaving Lucifer wondering who the fuck Sweetness was. The eagle? Who named it that?

The gist of it was Adam was going to have the very large eagle fly between Lucifer and the angry woman, narrowly avoiding hitting them. It went off without a hitch, Lucifer felt the power of the eagle going past him, the gust of wind from it's wings, and it was weirdly invigorating to be close to.

But all Lucifer could think about was Adam leaning in to his ear after and whispering to him to come back stage after the show was over. He'd turned red again as he made his way back into the bleachers, beside Charlie, who was talking animatedly and at length as to how cool he looked, and how scary it must have been.

Over the course of the show, Adam brought out snakes and spiders and one fairly large cat, and a parrot that Charlie seemed to love. The show was a hit with the kids that were there, and they all got a little adventure coloring book for their efforts, passed out by Lute, who handed Lucifer theirs with much more force than needed.

They lingered behind after, until Adam poked his head out and gestured for them to come back around. Charlie seemed confused, until they walked through the door, and could see all the holding enclosures for the animals, and her eyes got huge. The Lute girl was leaning against a table, glaring at him openly, but Lucifer tried to ignore her to the best of his abilities.

"I don't work here," Adam said, taking Lucifer's attention off of her. He blinked in surprise, not knowing what to say. "I mean, I used to work here, with some of their aquatics, but then I got the job at the aquarium. But, I'd been doing this show for years, and I have friends here like Lute, so I still volunteer to do it a few times a week."

"As long as you don't think I'm stalking you," Lucifer laughed nervously, not knowing what to say, especially not in front of Lute. "Charlie loved the show, though, didn't you CharBar?"

Charlie barely nodded, crouched and sitting eye to eye with a raccoon.

"How about you?" Adam asked, and Lucifer nodded repeatedly.

"It was great! I love birds, to tell you the truth. It was too bad the parakeet exhibit was closed, I love feeding them on sticks. So does Charlie." Lucifer told him, and Adam hummed to himself.

"I can get you in," Adam said, and Lute sent him a look.

"Adam..."

"It's fine, relax Lute." Adam said with a shrug, clearly not caring much for her opinion on the matter, which gave Lucifer an odd sense of victory over the woman.

"You're going to get in trouble," Lute warned. "They shouldn't even be back here..."

"He's a friend," Adam said with a hint finality in his voice, turning to leave and nodding for Lucifer to follow him.

"Is that what they're calling it now?" Lute asked under her breath, but Lucifer had heard it anyway. What had she meant by that; and did Adam actually see him as a friend? Lucifer didn't fully know, but at least he had a good view, watching Adam walk ahead of him.

Lucifer laughed as Charlie was suddenly swarmed by about ten parakeets, as soon as they'd gotten into the parakeet exhibit. Adam had given her a few seed sticks, and the birds reacted in kind. Lucifer took a few pictures of his daughter, deciding one was most definitely going to be his new phone wallpaper.

"Hey, you want to go on a date sometime?"

Lucifer was so distracted by Charlie and the birds, he'd almost missed the question, but it sank in quickly enough, and Lucifer was left blinking owlishly up at Adam.

"If not, it's whatever, I just thought-" Adam glanced away. "It doesn't matter."

"Oh my god, no, yes." Lucifer breathed out, and Adam looked confused. "I mean, yes. God, yes. I'd love to. Pretty please."

Adam laughed at the tacked on nicety, grinning down at him as a parakeet landed on Lucifer's shoulder. "You're such a fucking weirdo. I like that."

[everybody-hit-the-pyro-cue]

Like yeah. We're fucked. But the sky is marbled and huge and blue-gold-white and the raven pair in my neighborhood fly together and an absolute sweetheart of a pitbull said hi to me on my walk home and idk. Something something love will still be here, love will prevail, etc. If people led fufilling lives during the fall of the roman empire we can do the same, right?

[clownnotes-png]

Carer Diluc and Regressor Kaeya

Kaeya stared up at Diluc from his spot on the carpet, a teether hanging from his lips, it was red. Red like Dilucs hair, like the vision hung at his side, like the ink he used to sign papers.

Truth be told, Diluc still froze in the presence of his brother. It was a little terrifying seeing him look up to him so much in this state. He’d ask for his hair to be put up in a ponytail, he’d point at anything red and mumble his name.

As Diluc did his best to figure out what exactly to do - caregiving never came naturally to him - Kaeya picked up a stuffed bird and sat it on Diluc’s lap. “Play?”

Kaeya held up his own plush, a small calico cat with beady eyes. “Sure kiddo, what do you want to play?” Diluc tried his best to keep his voice soft, something he wasn’t used to focusing on. “Are we playing pretend?”

The cat plush was lifted up, Kaeyas fingers shifting to hold the paws straight out as he playfully roared. “She gonna go hunting! Has ta feed birdie.” Kaeya snickered as he watched Dilucs brows furrow before shrugging go to himself.

“Can the birdie help her hunt? He doesn’t wanna be left alone!” Diluc made the wings flap as he led the plush to land on Kaeyas shoulder, tilting the head so the beak pecked at his face. “He’s scared when his friend is gone!”

Kaeya laughed and nodded, bouncing the cat in the air as if it was walking. “Le’ts go huntin’!” The cat dipped and twirled in the air, mocking as if looking for food. Diluc held the bird up, having it ‘fly’ above the cat.

“I think I see food up ahead!” The bird swooped and circled around the cat as if trying to get its attention. “What should we do now miss kitty.” Kaeya lifted one of the cats paws and had it pat the birds head, mimicking what Adelinde and Diluc did to help calm him down.

The cat pranced on ahead before twisting around, “don’ worry, got this! Birdie wait here.” Kaeya led the cat off, dropping it with a yawn before he curled up in his brothers side. “Have fun Di?”

Diluc nodded, lifting Kaeya up enough to sit him in his lap. “Lots of fun bud. We can keep playing later okay? For now it’s your bedtime.” As Diluc spoke he carefully undid Kaeyas braid - it always bothered the boy in his sleep.

“Miss kitty come back, like Di’ did. She nev’r leave birdie.” As the two prepped for naptime Kaeya went through the story of Miss Kitty and Birdie. He carefully recounted all the adventures they went on how the two met, a tale that mimicked one familiar to both boys.

[k-s-morgan]

How are you?

Since you sent this ask today and it's the last day of the month, I decided to use it for my monthly post! I hope you don't mind <3

I'm doing more or less okay, though February marked one year anniversary since the start of the senseless war. There were repeated bombings through February; more apartment complexes and residential buildings were hit, more people died - all because of the outdated ambitions of one government and the stupidity, greed, and bloodthirstiness of a half of the nation it rules. Ruzzian soldiers keep invading Ukraine to kill Ukrainian people, bomb Ukrainian territories, burn Ukrainian ecology, including wild life, pets, and birds, destroy Ukrainian crops, buildings, and culture, and condemn millions of people to the loss of their loved ones and the homes they spent a lifetime saving up on. Why? None of them can give even a semi-believable answer. This is a unique phenomenon that psychiatrists should study for decades to come.

Here's a photo of the building situated across of mine. Second day of war, February 25, 2022 - the first results of a new reality Russia decided to bring to its neighbours. The explosions, the terror, the separations; endless queues in the stores; air raid sirens; deadly silence in the huge building that used to be full of voices, laughter, and arguments.

But February 25, 2023 was different. My building was full of chattering again. A neighbor was singing in the shower as he always does; my pigeons were arguing; two annoying children downstairs were yelling and arguing. Life has returned, and this year made all of us stronger.

Last year, I was sure that Russia was about to win. I had no faith in Ukraine, only bitterness because my country was never perfect and it made its share of huge mistakes. But now, things have changed. Russia humiliated itself on a global level. It will forever be remembered as a hotbed of fascism and mindless greed, and there is every chance that Ukraine will win. I have faith now, though I understand that many scenarios are possible. Either way, I'm extremely proud of my country, and I have Russia to thank for turning me into a passionate patriot of Ukraine.

I did a lot of writing this year, and everyone who supported me through comments, Patreon and messages largely contributed to it. I don't have many friends in real life, I'm not a very communicative person and I'm a hopeless introvert, so you all played a huge role in inspiring me and giving me strength. Thank you, I will never forget this.

On a personal front, my three wonderful idiot cats are doing fine; I'm still fighting for the health of 4 of my pigeons, though. One pigeon in particular is in danger now. Here she is: her name is Aristrokratka.

She's always been a wild pigeon - I was feeding her from my window for over a decade; one day, I noticed that someone broke her wing. She struggled to fly: once she reached the top of a streetlight (this was as far as she could go in her state), she stayed there for over 24 hours to regain her strength. I was despondent, so I, my brother and my mother tried to catch her. The entire neighbourhood watched how we chased her under the cars and on the mini-roofs. Finally, I managed to trap and get her.

She's been living with me for over 2 years now. Sadly, she has an egg stuck inside her. It's old, it got entwined with her insides by now, and she needs surgery. It's risky, so we decided to do it only if she starts feeling poorly. Her condition isn't perfect, but she's well enough, so I don't want to possibly steal whatever time she has left.

While I'm sad that she might leave me soon, her story is not sad. She has had a long and fulfilling life, and she has everything I can give her.

Here's the recent video with my two cats: Tom, my clumsy boy, couldn't climb up from the hole he hid himself in, and Laoriy tried to help him. Though I suspect he wanted him out just because he wanted to hide there himself :D

Thank you all again for staying here and supporting me. I hope 2023 will be happier in every respect for my country, as much as it's possible. But we'll see.

[prettybluelites]

Thoughts: The Curse of the Seafaring Life

Okay, fine, I'll watch Episode 5 one more time.

I have watched this half a dozen times by now and I have straight up howled every time Ed says "this here is a ship, and it's a space ship." The delivery combined with the hand gestures - I'm dead. I'm finished. Fucking genius.

A couple posts down I expounded on the fact that Ed is literally wearing sackcloth, still fascinated by that. Also wondering how much trouble he's having making the change from the infamous leathers to a loose-fitting linen onesie :P

That awkward position of, Do I clap, do I do nothing, or do I give the finger - so real

Does the mad cat on the new flag remind anyone else of the union rat inflatables that striking unions use?

Izzy got a new leg and it turned him into a right little sass pot

"I'm your captain! Wait, I can do it better." This whole scene is awesome and "That's the captain's chair" makes me laugh almost as hard as the space ship bit

Thinking a lot about Ed offering to let Lucius push him off the ship when it soon becomes clear that that isn't exactly what Lucius needs - I guess I'll just leave it at, I love how neatly the show illustrates that everyone heals differently

The shot of Izzy training on the gundeck is gorgeous and I'm not just saying that because of the Pecs of Death. And I love that he took himself down there and set all that up and took up his training his own self, idk, it feeds a lot of my headcanon about what sort of person Izzy is outside the context of Blackbeard - disciplined and fastidious

Love a good training montage, especially one that involves ass-slapping. And I love this new normal where Stede and Izzy, like, hang out and converse.

Will never grow tired of the fact that not one but both of Ed's shoes fly off

Really into geometry, lol. One of those superstitious bitches would have known what a pentagram was

Every girl loves an outfit she can twirl in

Third reliable lol of the episode: "draw me as, like, a steely...lord"

I was so busy thinking about Lucius and Pete each reckoning separately with Ed that I forgot to think about Lucius and Pete reckoning with each other. So glad this is a part of the storyline.

There really is nothing like a peanut butter sandwich. And then to be there when they were invented? Wow. :D

The scene with Ed and Fang in the boat is like Lucius recounting his horrors a couple episodes ago, shouldn't be funny, but...it's funny

Lucius is a man of some learning, he should know that Izzy's shark story is not, strictly speaking, fiction: A metaphor is a figure of speech that describes an object or action in a way that isn't literally true, but helps explain an idea or make a comparison.  (Thanks, Grammarly!) Izzy's not covering up shit with that story, he's explaining an idea.

STG if Izzy and Lucius don't make out by the end of this series...

Roach's comment about Frenchie's beautiful body, lmao

Anyone ever see Northern Exposure? There was a great scene in an early episode of that show where Joel was trying to figure out how Marilyn could sit still and quiet on her shifts as his receptionist and he was just boggled that she could, as Fang puts it, sit with herself. I'm not sure if this quote was from that episode, but I know it's a Marilyn quote: Words are heavy like rocks … they weigh you down. If birds could talk, they wouldn't be able to fly. That has stuck with me for a looong time. Anyway, sorry to blather, that's what this bit of Fang and Ed's conversation reminds me of.

Obvs the shirt needed to stay for plot reasons but also glad Stede got to keep it because he looks fine AF

Awwww Lucius and Pete, I love their love. I laughed and cried.

That feeling when someone reacts in all the right ways to all the right parts of your stories ♥

So much to love about this scene, obviously. Much has already been written about the kiss (THAT KISS!!) and Ed asking to go slow and Stede meeting him where he's at, but I am obsessed with the way Ed looks down, ever so slightly surprised, when Stede takes his hand. When, in Ed's adult life, has someone held his hand in a romantic context? It really is perfect.

And all that is to say nothing of Sometimes it's nice to be patient and wait. Jesus H Christ. When those two finally fuck, brains are going to melt and run out of the ears of fans all over the world.

Okay, phew! That was a lot, thank you for reading!

As a reward for your perseverance, here's a bonus quote I found while I was looking up Marilyn's bird quote:

"We are all pirates at heart. There is not one of us who hasn't had a little larceny in his soul. And which one of us wouldn't soar if God had thought there was merit in the idea? So, when we see one of those great widespread pirates soaring across the grain of sea winds we thrill, and we long, and, if we are honest, we curse that we must be men every day. Why not one day a bird!  There's an idea, now, one day out of seven a pirate in the sky. What puny power a man can attain by comparison. Compare a 747 with a bird and blush!"

Roger Caras, Birds and Flight, 1971.

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Madness Mansion of Helter Spider 11

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You decided to listen to Blue sing

Your madness level have decrease

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"okii I'll listen to you cutiepie! " You quickly agree, you would happily listen to the cute adorable blue singing than see such gore sight ( if that really was he was hiding )

"yey! *･゜ﾟ(^O^)" small Blue clap his hand in glee as he take a deep breath and began to sing:

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

He wave his hand up and then pokes your cheeks

Let me see what spring is like on

A-Jupiter and Mars

He pause as he reach out to held your hand with his small one.

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, my dear--

He seems to stare right through your eyes before an image of taller baby blue you see in your dream seems to appear in mirage.

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore ~

His golden eyes that seems to brighten like the stars, he seems to be the only one who have sense of life in this world in this intent.

"ok, were done cleaning it." Grey voice sigh as he and red come into the room, you don't even notice they have clean up the mess when your eyes and ears are focus on the small spider.

"you two are so slow than a snail." Mad hatter who now seating on one of the armchair, like a mafia boss with his legs cross and his head once again resting against his hand, watching you and kana from where he was at, seemingly in deep of thoughts.

"Blue." He began, small blue stared at him and the taller one who was standing in the side stared at him as well. "Yes?/what can blue do for you?" The two said In unison.

"get the cat off my carpet." He point at you who's still lying on the floor, quite enjoying the floor very much and totally don't have a bad stomach from what you just digest just now. (︶︹︺)

Wait...

"who baby bird feed-- cough violated my kissable lips? I wanna send you to the police! ԅ( ͒ ۝ ͒ )ᕤ WHAT IF THAT WAS MY FIRST KISS AND YA KISS IT FOR THAT DISGUSTING RAW THING?? What if I get some food poisoning... " You can't help but show your true nature as you complaint remembering the event just now. The three look at you, mad hatter chuckle as if his very amuse.

"so kitty wish to have a some hole embed in your form, I should have not went my way to use one of my livestock to revive a silly cat like you." He then snap his hands and suddenly you realize your surrounded by dangerously fine strings that can cut through your bones.

He stared darkly at your direction as he okay with the spider strings with his hand. His smile seems of a mocking one.

"my doormouse have to go all his way to do such process to do so. Yet here you are, you don't show a sign of gratitude." He point at the taller blue who only smile and don't say anything.

The mad hatter stood from his chair #!$ look down at you who's hopeless and can't move an inch from where you are or else those strings would embed to your form and cut you.

"Shall I remake those holes with my own blade?" He give you a sinister smile. Tilting your head with the back side of his blade as he lean down at your form, looking hoe frail and hopeless you are bringing nothing but pure amusement in his eyes, how foolish do you think you are too act such way in front of him?

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WARNING INTERACTIVE SEQUENCE HAVE ACTIVATE DEMANDED BY MAD HATTER:

how will you save yourself now, stupid lying and ungrateful cat?

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[official-big-q]

Heyyy papa idk why I am invading ur inbox rn DNFNFNFB I just wanted to say stuff about how for some reason I like hearing your memories maybe cuz I never had like those kind myself just the feelings of things that happened in cannon

So I like you talking about them or your wings and your HUGE nest in las nevadas I think I would have liked to be there just us sleeping and you wrapping your wings around me and me wishing to be able to fly around with you

I think I always liked the idea

Of being a big dragon and fly around with my wings and have fun and spend time with my family

I didn't make the entire revived AU for nothing dnfbfjr

If you want to ramble abt your memories idm I love hearing them :]]

-tilin⭑

I ALWAYS LOVE RECEIVING EXTRA MESSAGES FROM YOU KIDS - ITS OK !!!

AND THATS VERY VERY SWEET HBSJDBD

That’s heartwarminngg hhhhh<3

I WOULD HAVE LOVED FOR YOU TO BE THERE IN MY NEST AS WELL - that nest was so cozy it made me feel so safe and it was SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT I HAVE NOW SOB

BUT I TOTALLY WILL RAMBLE - ILL ALWAYS RAMBLE VIA REQUEST >:D

I was so very very vocal around you kids - dsmp and qsmp,, im just full of bird noises :]!! Coos, chirps, quacks, squawks, you name it !!! I had a large variety of bird noises I made towards you and your siblings <3 !!

In the dsmp i had a bad track record with love and was verY traumatized so the way I showed love at first was through gifts !!! I used to spoil Tommy rotten :]. (Tubbo wouldnt let me - he refused to take my gifts)

And then after I healed and realized I didnt need to hide my affection for others - I gave out words of affirmation and physical touch !!!

I WAS LIKE. PRETTY FUCKED UP ???? In the dsmp, after I got my injury to my eye/face, I had to take a couple weeks at least to be able to properly navigate again. Karl and Sapnap forced me into using a cane, which was something I very much needed if I didn’t want to walk into something or just fall over-

And just the eye thing in general messed me up permanently ??? Like I stopped using my cane and was okay most of the time without it - but my vision was really fucked and I couldn’t read cursive at all and needed bigger writing on documents to be able to read them, but the dsmp wasn’t a very accessible space so I just sucked it up and dealt with it.

I even learned braille because of it !!! Sam taught me braille !!! Sam also taught me some basic ASL and Foolish taught me more in depth ASL.

I remember Wil getting bad back pains and just aches after they got revived. I think it was just a side effect they had to deal with after it all. We couldn’t do much to help it, but I always made sure to give them a heating pad and some good pillows !!

Speaking of - I believe both me and Wil had chronic fatigue ? I think I just had it while Wil got it as a side effect from getting revived - either way it SUCKED

I remember playing with Fundy during Pogtopia and making sure he stayed fed and kept him company when I could :]

This isn’t a memory but in my head I always refer to Ranboo as the weird stray cat my kids decided to start feeding that never left lmao /lh /aff

Phil took care of me once ???????? I’m pretty sure I was grieving Wilbur and dealing with a whole bunch of feelings about that entire situation when he died - and I ended up on Phils doorstep basically completely shut down and he took me in and just started fully taking care of me. It was a weird experience- I don’t like the man for my own personal grudges but he’s still a kind soul.

Wilbur had a tendency to work himself or keep himself busy until he passed out - he hated sleeping after revival.

Schlatt but the bi in bitch - and other than that fantastic line I don’t want to talk about him lmao

OH I once panicked after I couldn’t find Tommy in the penthouse thing we stayed in in Las Nevadas and made various chirps and warbles while searching for them- they were simply in another room and I was panicked for no reason , Tommy did end up responding with quiet confused chirps hhdjdbd

I HAD SHARP FANGS AND TALONS >:D!!!! I think I also wore fingerless gloves too - sometimes just wearing plain gloves to hide the burn scars that I had on my hands

AND I DONT HAVE AS MANY QSMP MEMS BUT I remember feeling uneasy around Bad ????? He was a friend of mine n all but I remember avoiding him for a bit and feeling unsafe around him annnd I don’t quite know why

OH AND I DEFINITELY PERCHED ON ETOILES SHOULDERS !!! He was THE friend ever actually :3

Jaiden and Baghera were / are like siblings to me, almost !!! I remember we were pretty close :D !! Jaiden and I were close friends and Baghera and I had more of a sibling relationship !!

I vaguely remember Maximus introducing me to his daughter !!! She was pretty cool and it was an awesome experience

THATS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW- I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS !!!!!

[kavohh707]

Story time: Last year I posted a picture of this particular crow and explained the problem of the white feathers that are probably caused by malnutrition (https://kavohh707.tumblr.com/post/700927638761603072/this-young-crow-has-some-white-feather-in-its). Here is a little story about that crow.

This crow is a young crow that hatched last year in the summer and I have been giving treats to the parents for some years. They live close by the lake and park that are my most used spots for walking and taking pictures and I watched the young family quite a lot. There were two chicks:

Later in the summer only one of the chicks was left, which is quite sad, but not unusual for crows. Crow parents are very attentive parents but life is full of danger for young birds and there are buzzards and hawks in the area.

For the rest of the year I watched the two parent birds and their remaining youngster and brought them treats, which let to the young one starting to be quite daring and coming closer all the time (https://kavohh707.tumblr.com/post/699574518457548800/today-i-sat-in-my-usual-park-and-the-crows) and in the end taking food out of my hand (under the watchful eyes of both parents) /https://kavohh707.tumblr.com/post/705196021185200128/highlights-of-my-bird-year-the-eight-and-final).

The young crow was so curious and daring, it even stole peanuts from their parents (https://kavohh707.tumblr.com/post/706636573786161152/peanut-thief)

I saw the young one the last time on New Year’s eve and then in January the crow was not there anymore, only the two adult birds. Of course I thought, something bad must have happened. Here people can buy private fireworks for New Year’s Eve and since it was forbidding during the pandemic there was an awful lot of fireworks this time and maybe something happened.

And then a week ago I came across this bird on the other side of the lake.

As you can see it has white feathers in their wings as well and they just started to get new feathers around the eyes (the white there are the sheaths which are around the new feathers). But I wasn’t sure that was “my” crow, they didn’t seem to know me and looked a bit bigger. And it would be highly unusual for such a young crow to leave its parents. Crows are very social and their kids stay at least until the parents start nesting again and sometimes the kids even help feeding the next generation.

Flash to today, I was quite late for my walk, but the two parent crows were there and immediately swooped in to get some treats. They always fly over me with only a few centimeters between us and land directly in front of me and look at me expectantly. So I gave them some cat food and walked a bit further (because there is a moorhen that recognizes me as well and gets some oatmeal). And I looked back and there was “my” crow. I immediately walked back, wanting to great the crow and give them some treats as well, but they were so shy, staying on the higher branches of the trees. Eventually it flew further away and I noticed that it wasn’t flying very well. I followed with the parents following me, but again the youngster was staying in the high branches. I gave some treats to the parents and watched as they flew to their kid and the young crow behaved like a fledgling, flapping with the wings and begging. And with success, the parents fed them. It was already dusky so I couldn’t get a good picture or a good look, but the crow looked a bit disheveled. Therefore, I am quite sure that the other bird with white feathers is indeed a different bird.

So, I am glad that my young crow is still alive, but also sad, because something terrible must have happened for the crow to change from the curious and daring bird I have known last year to the shy one I encountered today. I just hope they will be okay. At least the parents seem to take good care of their kid. 

[larcenywrites]

do you think tony would ever want a pet? (cat/dog/fish etc.)

I really don’t think he would 😭 he didn’t grow up with animals, and is a little scared of them and uncomfortable, and he doesn’t want fur everywhere (and swears it’ll mess with his allergies) and also doesn’t want his floor and furniture scratched up. Oh but there are pets that wouldn’t do any of that! He doesn’t want his living room smelling like fish ☹️ or lizard poop ☹️

BUT

Obviously if you already have a pet… you can’t just leave it behind :((( and he knows that. He’s probably never been particularly close to it, or went out of his way to seek out your pet when he came over, but now he has to live with it. Every day. All day.

If it’s a dog, he might be a little apprehensive and nervous if it’s excitable and hyper, and therefore mostly ignores it tbh. If it’s calmer, and just kinda hangs out, Tony still won’t have much to do with it… but he’ll be less nervous. He definitely won’t want it on the bed… or the furniture… but it’s kinda hard if you already let it on the bed and the furniture 🥺 Tony and the dog definitely won’t see eye to eye in this case, and when you’re not home, Tony is absolutely trying to tell it to get down aaaaaand the dog just side eyes him and rolls over 😕😕😕 Tony could try to pick it up… but he’s never really touched it before either ☹️☹️☹️☹️ so as soon as he does… your dog probably gets very excited and starts rolling around which probably gets fur everywhere and also freaks him out 😩😩😩😩😩 So your dog wins… but eventually, when it’s sitting right at his feet because he’s making food… Tony can’t help but subtly drop a few pieces of carrot or steak 😌

If it’s a cat, he’s definitely only able to think about those claws, and those videos where sometimes cats just randomly attack people… but it seems to keep to itself pretty often! Which is nicer than a dog constantly pawing at him! Until the cat starts sitting closer and closer, and then one day is laying right next to his arm while he’s working. He’s a little nervous, but so far so good. He probably tenses a little when it rubs against him, and anytime it’s around furniture or scratching at its posts. And eventually it’ll probably crawl in his lap and decide to sleep there, and Tony is probably freaking out inside and just tries to ignore it at all costs… but eventually you’ll probably find him petting it a few times!

If it’s an exotic animal, he might be a little more relived because it’s mostly in its cage/tank! No fur! And he doesn’t have to touch it! Oh no- is it a bird? He’ll definitely get anxious when they fly around, and if it’s a big bird, he’ll definitely be afraid of it 🤧 idk if he’ll warm up to a bird, especially if it’s a loud one 😕

Is it a snake? He likes looking at it through the glass! But he definitely won’t hold it! And please feed it before you leave for a vacation, he really doesn’t want to touch dead rats 😫😫😫 Same with a lizard. It looks cool, but if you let it roam free when you clean the cage, Tony won’t be afraid, but he’l be incredibly scared of losing it! He’ll probably follow it around everywhere, or attach a balloon to it if it’s big enough! He might hold it, but as soon as it starts wiggling he’s handing it right back! He might be able to feed it, all he has to do is drop veggies through the top! But it’s kinda gross that you keep an cage of bugs in his house ☹️ and he has to look at them ☹️

If it’s rats/gerbils/hamsters… he probably won’t let you bring in more once they pass…. If it’s bugs or spiders…. Same thing.

Ferrets? Okay, actually, he’ll end up having a lot of fun with them! Until he can’t find a watch… or his bottle of vitamins… and then they’re all hoarded under the couch! He still likes them, but now he can’t leave things lying around that’s for sure!

If you just want fish, he can deal with it. As long as they won’t smell like, well, fish! In fact, he might have fun with the aquarium! Maybe make a cool aquarium in the wall, equipped with all sorts of lights and decor and live plants. It’ll be very pretty! And he might be pretty proud of it! But his downfall is that he may forget to feed them if you’re away. Well, JARVIS can remind him! Or DUM-E could do it… actually no, he might dump the whole bottle of food in…

If you have eventually have kids, there will definitely be a point when they keep asking him for a dog or a cat or even a pony. He really really doesn’t want to give in, and maybe up to this point there’s never been any animals, but it’s hard to say no to his boys 😞😞😞😞 he might not agree to a pony, but maybe a small dog? Well, when he takes the kids to an animal shelter to look at the puppies, of course that puppy that was supposed to only be around 15 pounds is still growing bigger and bigger everyday 🙂 but hey, his kids are having fun running around and are happy, and he doesn’t have to worry about feeding it because the kids are plenty eager to take care of it! But it’s still not allowed on the furniture 😒😒😒😒😒

[setaripendragon]

People are also leaving thought-provoking stuff in the comments, which imo is a terrible format to have a conversation, so I'm just gonna c+p it into here ^^"

@nightlight-stardust-and-rain said:

Okay but daemons are made of Dust after all. What if they biologically don't behave like the actual animal? Like…. They're souls mimicking animals right? They have the shape of a particular animal, but a dog deamon isn't a dog, it's a demon. So maybe they're not as restricted as the actual animals are? Like the shark one, maybe they don't need to move to stay alive. What if the daemon takes the form of an animal they don't know much about? Again with the shark, but-

-what if the daemon taking the form of a shark doesn't KNOW that sharks must keep moving? Do they still have to move? Do they have the instincts of a shark that tells them to not stay still? Do they even have animal instincts at all?

Oh, that's a good question. I think general consensus is that daemons don't need to eat, right? At least, that's an assumption I've been making, and I've seen it in fic. They usually can eat, but don't need to to live because, like you say, they're made of Dust, not flesh.

So I think it'd be safe to say that a daemon isn't going to die if it can't breathe, so no, the shark daemon wouldn't literally have to keep swimming or die. The symbolism would still be there, though. It has interesting implications on fish daemons, though, because that would also imply that they wouldn't die in the air, either.

They'd still be uncomfortable re movement and getting about, though, because daemons are generally limited by the... physicality of the shape they're using. Birds can fly, but a weasel daemon can't fly like a chinese dragon. So anything large, like a shark or a dolphin simply wouldn't be able to live on land simply for practical issues like mobility, while smaller fish would have to be carried by their person.

The instincts are another really interesting question. I think they'd probably have some... animal behaviours. Like bird daemons would probably preen themselves, and wolf daemons' hackles would go up if they were scared or angry. But instincts is such a broad category that I think it'd be really hard to say yes or no definitively.

@sword-bunny said:

There was canonically a dude with a dolphin daemon, and I don't think daemons need to breathe considering they aren't technically alive. They certainly don't need to eat, otherwise could you imagine the lengths Lyra's father would have to go to? Iirc it costs zoos about 100$ a DAY to feed one snow leopard

Ah-ha! I was right about the not eating thing! So yeah, I think we can agree that a daemon with a water-breathing form wouldn't actually be water-breathing itself. Which is awesome, and also has implications for other environmental factors. Like, does a frog daemon need to be kept wet? Would a slug daemon avoid salt? Do long-haired cat and dog daemons need brushing?

Because even if they are, as nightlight said, made of dust, they are still physical creatures. They might be maintained by their connection to their person, but they do physically exist in the world, and they can be hurt enough to die and take their human with them, so even if they can't starve or suffocate, could they dessicate? Does a fish daemon need to be submerged in water not because it can't breathe, but because drying out might kill it?

...Actually, now I'm thinking about it, I'm less sure that a daemon doesn't actually need to breathe. After all, given that this is daemons, the symbology is pretty important, and symbolically, eating is the thing that sustains the body, and breathing is the thing that sustains the soul. So perhaps daemons do need to breathe because made of dust or not, they are physical beings, they're just also manifestations of the soul.

@theplushfrog said:

I've read a few AtlA daemon fanfics where the waterbender tribes had a lot of aquatic daemons to the point that they had a guard patrol specifically to watch out for children/teens whose daemons had settled and they were now stuck outside in the cold by the water. I always thought that was an interesting way to handle that.

I've also reach fics of insect daemons being kept in like clear box jewelry, so they wouldn't get accidentally squished in crowds or etc.

I like to think that any animal with an archetype among humans, alongside the other points OP pointed out, are candidates for daemons, but worlds like Lyra's where the daemons are physically present, have extra archetypes that deal with the struggle of having a daemon bound to the water or fragile like a bug, regardless of the archetypes our world has for those creatures. So a shark daemon might be ambitious, but also stuck from issues of their own making?

Oh, I really like that AtLA worldbuilding! It's also interesting to consider how a culture might adapt if they do end up with a lot of aquatic daemons. Like, do the Water Tribes speicifcally build their villages/cities along the edge of the perma-ice in long, thin strips instead of round clusters, so that people with aquatic daemons can always stay near the water? Or would, say, people in the Foggy Swamp build one-level houses on stilts over the water so that aquatic daemons could always be right beneath their person. And do those houses have a lot of gaps in the flooring so that the daemons never feel shut out?

I've seen fics with the idea of special containers for the more delicate or small daemons, too, and it's part of what makes me think that maybe daemons do need to breathe, because... Daemons can be squished. Daemons can, cannonically, be hurt badly enough to kill their person. And if little daemons have to worry about getting accidentally squished, then... couldn't bigger daemons also get accidentally squished by something comparitively bigger. If, say, a daemon gets crushed in a landslide, that ought to kill them and their person just as surely as if an ant daemon got stepped on.

So, then, where's the line? Where do daemons stop being physical beings and start being manifestations of the soul? It's not intent, because accidental squishing can occur. So incidental environmental factors are also a danger. But they don't need to eat, which would kill a normal animal if it went on long enough. Is it the duration? If it's something that kills instantly, it'll kill a daemon, but not if it's something that would take time? That would rule out things like suffocation or drying out.

But there's also the symbolism inherent in neglecting your daemon. If you don't take care of your soul, surely that is a kind of damage. It might not be able to kill you outright, but would the appearance of your daemon reflect that? Shiny glossy coats on furry daemons that are well-loved, matted dirty fur on daemons who're neglected? Healthy wet amphibious daemons vs drying out shrivelled up ones?

The notion of daemons having symbolism attached to them that revolves specifically around the bonuses or drawbacks of having to live with that daemon is excellent. To use the Water Tribes example again, would aquatic daemons be revered, because of the connection to the ocean, but also seen as... perhaps representing people who're bound by a sort of... religious duty?

So I'm still on this daemon AU kick, and I can't stop thinking.

What are the limits?

It's generally accepted that a daemon is an animal representation of the soul, right? So, you know, we've got birds and mammals and reptiles and insects.

But what about fish?

Obviously there's an issue here of, you know, environment, and if your soul literally can't survive in the air while you literally can't survive in the water, there's a problem.

But, hey, if it's small enough, you could have a little fishbowl for your daemon to live in. Hamster ball, but filled with water, rolling along at your heels. Fishtank on wheels that get tricked out like dudebros soup up their car. And maybe, if you're from a particularly sea-faring culture/lifestyle a water-bound mammal like a dolphin or an orca could make sense. And then there's things like sharks, which have so much symbolism attached to them that it seems a real shame to have to rule them out. (Someone who's particularly driven or ambitious having a daemon that would literally die if it stopped moving is a bit of symbolism I'm going a bit feral for, tbh.)

I think we have to rule out the deep sea creatures, unfortunately. Fishbowls and/or living on a boat wouldn't really solve the problem of pressure, and someone with a blobfish daemon would, uh... be in trouble.

And if we're talking about things that can't survive in the same atmosphere as humans, what about internal parasites? Like flatworms. I think it's safe to say that having your daemon parasitizing your intestine kind of defeats the purpose of having an external manifestation of your soul, but... There are species of flatworm that aren't parasites, so... do we just rule out all flatworms, or are the non-parasitic ones okay?

And speaking of flatworms, what about size? I've read some fun stories that deal with the issues that might come from having, say, an elephant daemon. It's not quite as dramatic as the issues of having an aquatic daemon, but actually, similar adjustments would have to be made to your living situation to cope. But, of course, it could be done and I don't think anyone's trying to rule out animals on account of how big they are, but I think it's safe to say that microscopic daemons are out for the same reason that internal parasites have to be.

There's a nice solid rule I can settle on; a daemon has to be a visible animal.

And, in point of fact, I think it's safe to say it has to be an animal. We can rule out trees and plants and even fungi.

So what about coral?

It's an animal, and if we are allowing for some aquatic daemons, then should coral be an option? Or are its vibes too plant-like to qualify? Do we rule out sessile animals like we ruled out microscopic ones? As much as I find the idea of a coral daemon absolutely hilarious, I am going to come down on the side of animals that are too much like plants are a no.

So a daemon has to be a visible, mobile animal.

But what about the ones that only move very slowly? I don't think we're ruling out sloths, but in the continuing vein of torturing myself considering various aquatic daemons, there's starfish and sea urchins and hell, even most bivalves can move at least a little, right? (Correct me if I'm wrong, I haven't done that research yet.) And there's a lot of fun symbolsim to be had, there, I think.

And what about extinct creatures?

I think it's safe to say that mythical creatures are a no-go, unless this is a 'verse where those animals are real, (oh, boy wouldn't that confuse people in a world like HP where most people think dragons and unicorns aren't real, but people still wander around with dragon and unicorn daemons) so we can ammend our rule to visible, mobile, real animals, but could we go so far as extant?

If yes, that would have interesting world-building implications. Where's the cut-off point? Can we rule out dinosaurs because we don't/didn't have enough information for a daemon to settle into a form that wouldn't be technically mythical? But then, what about animals that go extinct within human history? What about all the people who had mammoth daemons or dodo daemons as those animals were dying out.

Would conservationists study daemon statistics to see if an animal has really gone extinct? Would an animal's extinct status get over-turned when a kid's daemon settled into that form? Honestly, I like this enough that I've convinced myself that, at least barring some very unique circumstances, extinct animals are not allowed.

So, it has to be a visible, mobile, extant animal. That can exist in proximity to humans.

Oh, and should probably add; visible, mobile, extant, and non-sapient.

You can't have a human daemon, or an elf or a dwarf or a fairy daemon even if they exist in that world, and if this is a 'verse with dragons who're more than just exotic magical animals, you can't have a dragon daemon. (Obviously, if your fairies are more like magical bugs than tiny people, then fairies would be a valid daemon.)

...I'm still on the fence about whether a daemon should have to be air-breathing or not. That kind of rule would still leave marine mammals available for the fun world-building of how people adapt to that kind of handicap. (...Do you think people with aquatic daemons would be considered disabled? Oooh, what about people with really big daemons? I mean, presuming such a thing is comparatively rare, people probably wouldn't be building schools with a mind to allowing elephants or giraffes to wander the corridors.)

Disclaimer! This is for my own creative process, and not intended to limit anyone else's creative flair. And, honestly, I'd love to hear other people's takes on what does and doesn't qualify for a daemon.

[hauerhoetime]

Late Night Meeting

Keigo Takami x Reader

Summary: keigo comes to visit you after work and you're in a very affectionate mood.

Keigo Takami's POV:

I finally finished work for the night well after dark. I'm sick of getting off of work this late, I would rather be at home or with Y/n. 

Y/n. Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. They are something else.They are a little spitfire. They won't back down from me and I like that about them.

I'm actually on my way to the restaurant they work at right now. I fly to the restaurant every day after I get off work just to visit. They take me in and feed me a warm meal. They make me feel sane.

The restaurant came into view and my speed increased. As I got closer however I saw something that made me stop in my tracks…well stop in my flight path. The lights are out. "Shit" I whispered to myself as I looked at the dark windows. I didn't know it was that late when I got off of work. Lights out doors closed. "I hope their windows open" I smile to myself as I turn around in the sky and fly in a different direction.

I flew as fast as my wings would allow as I flew towards their apartment. I hope that their  window is open so I can see them before I go home tonight. I just want to see them. I again see a building come into view where I hope to see them. That's it, the window. open.

Before I entered their home through the window I looked in. When I looked in I saw a living room that has become very familiar to me. Green walls and many plants as a cat runs around the room. That's when my eyes landed on the red couch. There they are. Y/n was asleep on the couch cuddled up with a hoodie that I lent them a few weeks ago so they wouldn't freeze on their walk home.

I knock on the window frame causing them to start to wake "Am I intruding pretty bird?" I say just above a whisper so I don't startle them.

"No bird brain. I was waiting for you" they rubbed their eyes before continuing "You didn't show up at the restaurant so I knew you would stop by."

"You could have gone to bed sweetheart. You could have closed the window and I would have known" I say as I climb into the window and walk up to them.

"I wanted to wait," they mumbled. They were still tired and holding onto the hoodie, honestly it was adorable. 

I placed my hand on their cheek, gently rubbing it with my thumb. "Awe did you want to see me" I teased them with a smile.

"Maybe" they closed their eyes as they leaned into my hand. They must be really tired, normally they would have slapped my hand away flustered. I took my hand away from their face (don't think I didn't notice their little pout as I did so) and I gently took the hoodie from their arms. "Heyyy" Y/n almost whined.

"Just give me a second pretty bird. I'm not taking it back" I smiled as I adjusted it to be right side out. Once I finished this task I leaned closer to them before gently pulling it down over their head. "Come on, put your arms in" I watch them continue to put the hoodie on. "There ya go. Better princess?"

"Mhhm" they hummed with a slight smile as they stood up. "Can I hug you?" They asked, looking at the floor. They have never asked for a hug. It honestly took me a second to understand what they asked me. 

I raised my arms and pulled them in close to my chest. They wrapped their arms around my waist and tucked their face in the crook of my neck. "you don't have to ask Y/n. You never have to ask," I whispered. I felt their arms tighten around me. Why were they acting like this? Did something happen? Are they okay? "Hey did something happen?"

"no...if I'm being honest I just missed you. I miss you" they whispered.

"I missed you too sweetheart...what would you say if I asked to sleep on your couch?" I smirked looking down at them.

"Oh shut it bird brain if you're staying you'll sleep on the bed"

"Well what about you pretty bird?"

"Your choice" 

"Come on" I smile as I pick them up.

Y/n's POV:

He picked me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist and move my arms to be around his neck. He is holding me oh god I thought to myself. You see I've always had feelings for Keigo but I can't really read if he has feelings for me or not. Sure he's flirting but he's like that with everyone isn't he?

He carried me into my room after turning off the lamp in the living room. "Watch your head princess" he says just above a whisper as he walks through the door frame. I cuddle closer into him as he carries me and I take this time to enjoy the moment. The man I found myself falling for is here carrying me to bed and being oh so gentle.

"Keigo?" I found myself whispering without thinking.

"Yes pretty bird?" He asked in response as he laid me on my bed.

"You are being so gentle" as I speak, I look into his eyes. His eyes get prettier every time I see them.

"You deserve to be treated with care. I want to treat you right sweetheart…Y/n. Want to make you happy…" his words were quiet, I almost couldn't hear them. The way he said my name was so quiet and breathy. He had a look in his eyes I've never seen before. What was it?

"You do make me happy Keigo" I whispered back. He still was leaning over me, he was still holding me in his arms, he hadn't let go of me yet.

"You make me happy too Y/n...my pretty bird" He smiled at me.

That's when I did it. The one thing I never thought I would have the guts to do. I sat up and kissed him.

He reacted almost instantly. He held me closer and kissed back gently as if I would break. We kissed for a moment or two. Moments I will never forget. Moments that took my breath away.

"Should I say I'm sorry?" I ask quietly still close to his face.

"For kissing me? Never sweetheart."

[mossybee-exe]

A Day In Life|Rody x Reader

A/N: Y'ALL KNEW IT WAS COMING! THIS MAN IS TOO AMAZING TO NOT MAKE ONE AND THERE ARE BASICALLY NONE! So here!

Also, slight spoilers for the new movie

Sum: You get approached and assaulted by a man as you're on your way back to your home. Being quirkless, you had no way to defend yourself! But luckily, a boy your age comes to your rescue.

You were speed walking back down the street to your house. Or, more like trailer.

You only ran to the nearby grocery store to buy some more cat food for Socks because you didn't know you were out of cat food!

But then you got held up in the grocery line and now it's practically dark out! Now you're hungry and tired and just want to get home, feed you and your cat, before snuggling together on the pull out couch.

That's the normal day of living in the quote on quote "slums."

On your way back, this man stops you. "Hey there pretty person~ What you doing out here all by yourself?" The man asks, a bit older than you with a yellowed toothy smile.

He also reeked of smoking and alcohol and just looked like a very dirty and shifty man.

"I'm just trying to get home." You bluntly tell him, showing him a face of disgust to let him know you're uninterested as you pushed past him and sped up your walking speed?

But this guy just can't seem to take a hint.

"Aw don't be like that! Stay a while!" The man says, grabbing your wrist. "I must be going!" You yell and yank your wrist free but he grabs you and pins you against the wall.

"You don't talk like that to me, little lady!" The man rasps. You try kicking and squirming to get free but without a quirk, your basically hopeless.

"SOME ONE HELP-" You shout but he covers your mouth. "No one is around to help you! Not even pathetic heroes!" The man tells you.

He wasn't wrong. Since you live in a not so known place, the crime is somewhat high and the heroes kind of forget people even live there. Although no big time villains. Just thieves, drug dealers, thugs, etc.

But that's when someone pulls the man off you. "Relax man! You don't wanna hurt them now, do you?" A boy around your age tells the man. He now stood in between you and the man protectively.

"But she-" The man begins but the boy cuts him off. "Will you take this and leave her alone?" He asks, pulling a beer can out of his pocket and holding it out to the man.

"Sure! Thanks!" The man says before walking off. You were honestly surprised he was so calm when facing the creepy man!

The boy then turns to you. "You okay? He didn't hurt you or anything did he?" The boy ask. "No, I'm fine. Thank you so much though!" You tell him and he just shrugs.

"It's no big deal! Just wanted to make sure you're okay. But you should get home." He tells you. "I know! I was on my way there, but it's still pretty far up the hill." You reply, pointing at it.

"Well then, I'll walk you the rest of the way!" He offers. "Oh you don't have to!"

"I insist!"

And with that, this boy who you never met before was now walking you home to make sure you'd be safe!

"Oh by the way, what's your name?" He asks.

"I'm Y/N L/N. You?"

"Rody Soul."

That's when a small pink bird pops out of his brown jacket and starts chirping and flying around you. "Sorry about that! That's Pino! She gets uh a little excited when meeting new people!" Rody says, grabbing her away from you.

"Aw, she's adorable!!" You exclaim. "Oh, thanks." He replies as Pino rests on his shoulder.

You soon get back to your trailer. "Thank you again Rody for waking me! Sorry it was so far away." You apologize. "Don't be. My house isn't far from here anyway!" Rody reassures you.

Pino then flies towards you and snuggles against your cheek while chirping, making you giggle. "Hehe u-uh that's enough Pino!" He says grabbing her again.

"Anyway see ya around!" He says waving as he walked back down the hill.

"Bye!" You call out before heading inside, a light blush dusting your face.

[scorpionyx9621]

The Bat Family as things I have done IRL that just radiate Chaos:

Dick: Sign up for OT immediately after a red-eye flight to the east coast because my boss asked me really nicely and I've only learned how to say no after this happened. Proceed to pass out during my actual night shift. Still didn't get in trouble for sleeping on the job.

Jason: Take my government stimulus money, move out to the west coast from Washington D.C. do the drive all by myself and have the time of my life. Immediately gets homesick the morning I woke up in Seattle and dropped $700 on plane tickets back home. Proceeds to have one of the worst holidays of my life and have my flight get delayed 7 hours flying back to Seattle. Regrets ever spending the $700.

Duke: Starts writing fanfiction as a gift for a friend for dragging me down into Batfam Hell. Turns out to actually be okay at it and makes it a genuine hobby. Gets writers anxiety regardless but still writes and genuinely enjoys it and wishes they could do more.

Cassandra: Take Chinese for a semester because it's 6 credits and I needed 6 language credits to graduate. Get a 25/100 on the first test. Turn out to be absolutely abysmal at learning new languages but busts my ass and cry every night because Chinese is really freaking hard to learn. End up passing the class with an A-.

Barbara: Working at the front desk of a building I was an RA of at 6am. Watch as one of my residents who's rushing the biggest most infamous fraternity on campus walk back in shirtless covered head to toe in honey and maple syrup. Take one look at him as he tries to explain but I just tell him to take a shower and go to bed. Said resident proceeds to do that and thanks me for not asking questions.

Bruce: Stay up until 4 AM at least 4 times a week plotting on ways to take down my floor buddy as an RA who had been stalking and harassing me only to find out he got himself fired for SH'ing residents. Also getting my then best friend who also was an RA the next year randomly assigned to said asshole former co-worker when they tried interviewing for the same position (like an idiot) and said former friend blows the whistle on him and his behavior. Literally bringing in upwards of 8 RA's all in agrence to do whatever it takes to make sure this guy never gets hired in our department again.

Tim: Pull an all-nighter to finish an East Asian Politics Paper, give a presentation on radar remote sensing, take an exam on advanced statistics, do a full-overnight work shift and do a desk shift the next morning and the following day go to an international student party, black-out, come to in my dorm room and proceed to get violent food poisoning/my liver temporarily gave up on me after not sleeping for 55 hours then going to a college party.

Stephanie: Make it a daily goal of my 9-5 office job full of disgusting and toxic east-coast work culture to make my direct supervisor flip me the bird at least once a day. Proceed to go on a 10 month streak of actually succeeding in saying/doing something so cheesy/corny but still not within the realms of getting me in trouble enough so he just flips me off. At least once a shift.

Alfred: Adopt 4 freshmen all rushing the most notorious fraternity on campus and basically just act as their disappointed father from a distance. Teaching them valuable life lessons like yes, you should wash your sheets at bare minimum every two-four weeks. Feeding them spare cookies from the dining hall, giving them my extra laundry swipes, etc, Knowing full well I can do nothing to stop them from their debauchery. All I can do is attempt to assure they don't kill themselves.

Damian: In an act of absolute senioritis. Proceed to skip a bonus assignment for a final that would have taken me from a B+ to an A all because my former best friend had found a cat roaming around the student apartments and we proceed to spend the night trying to trap the cat. We succeeded and now said cat is in the loving home with my friend even though we no longer are friends.

[wondersofdreaming]

Third time’s the charm

Characters: Henry Cavill x 3rd person female reader (the reader in this story has been described as someone with long brown hair, hazel eyes and not very tall)

Word count: 1.705

Warnings: Fluff. Insecurity. Doubt. Chasing. Jumping. 

Author’s note: Thank you @radaofrivia​ for your guidance and your help <3

Go read her stories right here: Rada’s masterlist

Sentences in square brackets are Kal’s thoughts. Sentences in italics are Henry’s thoughts.

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

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Feedback is appreciated.

It was a lovely day. The sun was shining brightly in the clear blue sky. Not a cloud present. The birds were chirping in the trees, and people were chatting away around him.

His hulking size of a fluffball dog was trotting happily beside him. Kal’s long tongue was sticking out between his sharp fangs, panting and drooling all over the uneven pathway.

He watched as a couple walked past him. They were smiling, and the woman was laughing at a joke her boyfriend had just cracked. It made him long for a special someone in his life he could crack jokes to, a someone who would laugh at his sense of humour, someone with a genuine laugh.

Henry filled his nostrils with the fresh air. He felt the vibrations of children's laughter through the ground. His heart was yearning to hear the giggles of his own flesh and blood, and it clouded his already saddened mind.

He hadn’t noticed that Kal had been sniffing the ground. His ears perked with interest as his nose found a scent that made his mouth water. Kal galloped across the park without warning, making Henry lose his grasp on the leash.

[Something smells yummy!]

“Kal!” Henry yelled at the black and white dog, but it was too late. Kal was already out of sight, following his nose to whatever had caught his attention. Henry wandered around the park. His heart was beating so fast it felt as if it would jump out of his chest. A million scenarios ran through his mind: What if something happened to Kal? What if someone dog-napped Kal? What if Kal hurt someone?

Henry searched all over the park but to no avail until he heard a loud scream coming from behind a group of trees. Shit!

The run towards where the scream came from felt as if it took forever. Time was standing still as he neared the trees. He first noticed the bushy tail, then the rest of Kal’s body, standing atop a woman who was loving up all the licks Kal was giving her. She managed to push the large dog off her body, while her delicate hands were giving him scritches all over his fluffy fur coat.

“You’re such a good boy,” he heard her sweet silvery voice say, then a bark came from his wayward dog.

[Yes, Kal is a good booooy… oh yeah, right there. More scritches!]

Henry let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding in since Kal went missing. Thank god!

“Kal!” Henry yelled over the sound of giggles coming from the woman. He started walking towards them but stopped in his tracks like a deer in headlights when the woman looked up. Her hazel eyes shone with excitement, and the grin on her perfectly succulent lips made his heart skip a beat. Henry felt like he had been struck by lightning, suddenly unable to move as he watched the dark-haired angel stand. She dusted off the dirt from her jeans and walked towards him. She seemed unharmed even after having been hammered by Kal, who probably weighed more than she did.

“You must be this dog’s owner. He really scared me, when he suddenly jumped on my back,” she giggled a melodious sound.

Henry’s brain finally started working again, the gears turning behind his eyes as he was processing what she had just told him. Kal; his sweet mild-tempered fluffball, who wouldn’t hurt a fly; had jumped on this woman’s back, and yet she was still smiling and loving up the bear without being afraid. It didn’t seem she knew who he was, as he didn’t see the recognition sparkle in her eyes.

“I am so sorry that he jumped on your back, he normally doesn’t do that, I don’t know what came over him,” Henry knew he was babbling, he knew he needed to shut his mouth, but the words kept vomiting out between his lips.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t that scared. Besides, he is such a sweet dog, I don’t mind being jumbled,” she looked into his eyes, and his heart did a somersault as she smiled again.

“Be a good boy for your owner, Kal,” she told the bear, and then she was gone.

Henry was standing cemented to the place. He didn’t know what had just happened. Kal barked at him, his tongue dangling from between his lips; he was smiling.

“Well Kal, you sure do have great taste in women, but you should stick to the four-legged kind,” Henry reprimanded him softly. Kal wasn’t happy. There was a reason why he had gone rogue and run away from Henry. So, before Henry could pick up the leash, Kal darted through the bushes to find the mystery woman. Not again!

[But I didn’t get to know what smelled so good!]

Henry, having gotten out of his trance, followed his dog once again. Why was his dog so keen on pursuing that woman? It was starting to annoy him. Panic was beginning to make itself comfortable in his brain, what if the woman had something that would make Kal follow her on purpose? What if she was pretending not to know him, so she could steal his dog and ask for an insane ransom?

He rounded a corner just in time to see Kal jump on the brown-haired beauty, again.

“Oh, it’s you again, Kal,” she said with amusement hinting in her voice. Kal barked and went to sniff her jacket, burying his snout deep in her right pocket. He came back out with a bag of peanut butter cookies between his teeth.

[TREATS!]

“Kal! Stop! You pig, what are you doing?” Henry raised his voice sternly at his furry friend. He grabbed Kal’s collar and pulled him away from the lady, making Kal drop the bag of biscuits to the ground. Kal lunged forward, which made Henry think he was going to jump the woman again, so he moved between Kal and the lady, and gave his companion a hard stare, as to say not happening, pal.

“So that is what you were after all along,” she said and picked up the bag.

“I am so sorry, miss, are you alright?” Henry asked while jogging towards the two. She gave him an amused smile.

“I’m fine. He didn’t scare me as much this time. Apparently, he just wants some doggie biscuits. May I give him some? They’re homemade and don't contain anything that could harm a dog.”

“Oh, yes, of course, but he shouldn’t be rewarded for leaping on other people. I swear, he has been trained not to do that,” Henry was rambling again. He was spewing out nonsense while the gorgeous woman was telling Kal to sit before she rewarded him for listening. She even asked him to give her paw, which Kal did immediately, a rare thing as he only wants to listen when he’s in the mood, kind of like a cat. She is way too nice to want to abduct Kal.

“Good boy, Kal.”

[Miss with the treats is super nice. Hey human, can we take her home with us?]

“You said those were homemade, did you make them?” Henry asked.

“Oh, yes. I have a dog myself who is a picky eater. I’ve tried all kinds of doggie treats, but she would spit them out. I had no choice but to experiment on how to make dog biscuits,” the woman told him while she gestured for Kal to lie down, which he obeyed instantly.

“And does she like the homemade treats?”

“She gobbles them down like I didn’t feed her for a week. She’s becoming quite the diva.”

They talked a bit more about her dog, who was a rescue labradoodle, and about how it had changed her look on store-bought dog treats. It was healthier to make them yourselves, and people in her neighbourhood, who had dogs, had been asking if she would sell the biscuits to them. She had then started her own one-man company, making dog treats, and her most popular item was the peanut butter cookies. They were shaped like the femur bone, which was the most popular form for dog treats.

“I’m Henry by the way, may I ask what your name is?” Henry asked her carefully. She smiled brightly at him, and it chased all the dark thoughts he had earlier away from his mind. She told him her name, which was elegant and so fitting a person like her. He had been expecting the penny to drop when he mentioned his name, but she was oblivious as to who he was, which in turn made his heart leap with joy inside behind his chest.

She looked at her wristwatch and gasped.

[Oh boy…]

“Crap, I have to pick up my dog soon. It was nice talking to you, and please don’t let this beautiful boy out of your sight,” a chuckled left her lips as she walked away once again.

Kal licked his mouth for the crumbs that might have gotten stuck on the fur around his snout. He then looked up at Henry with an annoyed look.

“What?” Henry asked with a sigh. Kal tilted his head to the right. “I can’t just jump on her like you do and then ask for her phone number, that would just scare her away.”

Kal looked towards the woman, who was getting further and further away from them. He then let out a bark, and with a waggle of his puffy tail, he demanded that Henry make a choice before it was too late.

[You’re blowing it, human!]

Henry sighed and crouched down. 

“What should I do?” he asked the bear-like dog. Kal tilted his head to the side, looking at Henry as if he was crazy.

[Marry her! I want more treats!]

“You like her as well, don’t you, bear?”

Kal stood and bumped his head to Henry’s back, as to tell him to start moving, which made the human mountain chuckle, getting the hint from his dog. He released Kal from the leash and whispered: “Go get her.”

Kal licked his master’s face and darted towards the woman with the gorgeous brown curls.

[farfrompleasant]

Happy Freyja Friday!!!

I did a bit of research on my own cos I was Baffled by this water sitch and, according to my research... They're just ALL divas?!

One website had it at 54% of owners survey have NEVER seen their beardie drink from the water bowl provided 😭 that is WILD (technically it's captivity 😅 but it's bewildering lol) also I saw another thing that's very dog/cat-like which is the pinch test for dehydration but I'm thinking that beardies are 100% leagues more high maintenance!!! (Or I'm just a terrible dog owner 🤫)

My dogs also do NOT enjoy baths but at least they'll nervously drink from the shower head 🤣 so I don't have to worry about them being dehydrated

Interesting, is the bump super noticeable in person just because of the asymmetry or does it actually protrude a lot? Anyway she obviously pulls it off completely and is utterly unbothered so that's all good news

Okay I'm getting pretty hyped about seeing Freyja's sassy ass "no ma'am!"/"not today, Satan!" It's gonna be glorious. That said I still wish you speedy and continual success in taking her out. I think you're right she Would enjoy it were it not for FEAR and animals can get acclimated to a lot of varied surroundings + you're very attentive/attuned to her needs so I fully believe this will go well for you guys!

Okay so change shape (pancake) when happy and secure, and change color/visual texture (dark dots) when alert and alarmed, dang, what Can't miss thing do?!

Unsolicited pics 🥰

(squirrel patrol squad)

Happy Freyja Friday!!

Awaw is that Wallace or Keller 👀 omg they’re sooo cute😂 it’s something about them, you know? 🥰

The issue with the water thing is that Beardies cannot see still water, so that makes it a pain. And there’s no guarantee that even if I were to feed it to her would she drink it 😭 but it is definitely a diva thing!!! Omg she will just sit there as if I’m not trying to help her— like what kinda damsel is she? 😂

Beardies are actually recommended for beginner reptile owners and are very low maintenance; it’s just the unconventional aspect that makes it seem like a lot 😅 dogs and cats are much more work, my friend and you’re doing such a great job as they look equally happy and healthy c:

It doesn’t protrude all that much but yeah, the asymmetry is there. I’m just glad that I’m no way is she disabled due to her short introduction to metabolic bone disease… when I see other beardies, I just want to cry with how painful it looks… not to mention how it hinders their way of life.

Freyja does that too… sometimes. But if she’s enjoying her bath, she will 100% try to go to sleep while half of her body is immersed in warm water 😭

I hope so, but I have been seeing a bit of progress. She can be out with me for about two minutes before she starts to freak out. I blame it on living near an airport honestly… planes and cars really doesn’t help when she’s initially on alert because of bird chirping :/

The only thing she can’t do is fly but that hardly stops her from trying 🤣

Also, I’ve managed to make gifs out of her gait and her having a mealworm; you have been warned! lolol

[jaskier-cult]

what the fuck is wrong with you

Julian Alfred Pankratz, a small noble boy of Lettenhove, runs away from his lessons to play in the woods, because he would much rather prefer being bare-footed and climbing among the trees than being in some stuffy room learning about assholes who killed their people and then themselves. And, out in the woods, he finds an egg.

He gets excited because he learned about eggs before, and they always hatch into cute little birds. And this egg is really big, so that means this is going to be a really cute bird.

That was logical, right?

The bigger the egg, the cuter the bird?

What he doesn’t know is that it is a griffin egg – not just a griffin, but an arch-griffin egg – that was orphaned by a witcher who killed the griffin and cleared out the nest, but missed this egg, which had rolled away and stayed hidden.

Julian only sees one option, and it’s to carry the egg home so he can care for it and wait for the baby bird to hatch. Because what else would he do? 

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He’s in his room when it hatches, and eww – the baby bird is covered in slime and mucus and whatever else had been packed inside the egg, and this is definitely not cute, what were his mentors talking about – but then the baby screeches and rolls around, blind and weak, and its behaviour is cute and Julian’s heart absolutely melts. 

The baby is promptly named Alfie, and Julian uses towels and cloth to clean off the baby, and he scrunches up his nose in confusion, because this is a really weird looking bird.

And ugly.

But ugly as in cute.

So, Julian shrugs and showers the baby in coos and praise and love. 

He hides it from his parents and house staff, keeping Alfie hidden under his bed whenever someone comes in his room. 

She’s so smart, too, as young as she is. She listens so well to Julian, like a trained hound, and she loves curling up with Julian at night at the foot of his bed. To make sure she doesn’t starve, he feeds Alfie leftover scraps from the kitchen, and finds that she really likes meats. Specifically raw meats. Which makes sense because she’s a bird, right? Birds are omnivores, right? 

It’s not until the next week that Julian learns about griffins when he hears servants in the manor talking about the contract the witcher took, and something clicks in his head, and he’s like, “oh, so that’s why it looked like a weird bird. Because it’s a weird bird monster.”

He brings the baby, who is growing really big, too big to fit under his bed now – which he now knows is a griffin – outside again and plays with it and gets so proud and excited when Alfie starts to flap her wings and glide, jumping from high places and chasing after Julian. Alfie is really affectionate and likes to nuzzle and press against Julian like a cat. She even responds to her name, the clever little thing, but only when Julian calls it. 

She also hunts down small rodents all on her own, and even though Julian thinks the raw meat and the blood is kind of disgusting, he still praises her for her hunting skills. 

And she loves praise, and she’ll preen and puff her chest out whenever Julian showers her with love.

Alfie becomes protective over her human, and anytime Julian wanders into the woods with someone else, he quickly has to steer the other person away, lest Alfie mistake them for a danger to her Julian. Years after finding her, Alfie even once mauled a man who tried to rape Julian in the woods, when he was only fourteen, and Julian had never loved Alfie so much before. Immediately after, Alfie sniffed and tried to lick the blood off Julian, making high pitched whining and keening noises, like an overgrown puppy, worried that Julian was hurt. Julian gave her so much praise and coos that day, and he even brought back the best cuts of his dinner for her to enjoy. 

Within a few months of bringing her outside to stay, the griffin grows to full size, and has the power and strength to kill ten men without blinking.  

She’s still cute when she rolls over for Julian to give her belly rubs.

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Imagine Geralt’s surprise and exasperation to learn that the hopeless, painfully vulnerable and naïve bard who followed him, has a massive arch-griffin as a pet.

Certainly not him, who is attacked promptly after punching said bard.

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“Wait!” Jaskier choked out, still out of breath from being sucker-punched. “Don’t hurt her! Please!”

Geralt ignored the bard, tucking and rolling to avoid a swipe of massive razor-sharp claws. He brings his sword up, but the griffin jumps back, cleverer than most of its kin, and hisses at him, strangely subdued for a normally aggressive monster. It was weird, the way it kept glancing around and back at the bard, like it didn’t want to fight and wanted to fly away. And Geralt usually would have let it go, if not for the fact that it was between him and the bard and posed a danger.

He signed Aard, and the griffin was pushed back, shrieking as it crashed painfully into a tree. 

Geralt brought his sword down to meet it, but then he was being body-checked by the bard, being thrown with unexpected strength. 

“What the fuck –” 

Then the bard stumbled and put his body in the way. “Stop!” 

“Get out of the way, bard,” the witcher growled. 

“No, you can punch me all you want, but I won’t let you hurt Alfie! She was only trying to protect me!” 

The witcher had to blink to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating. 

Then the bard spun around and was running over to the arch-griffin, absolutely and painfully no sense of self-preservation in sight. And then, he fucking cuddled up to the monster. 

“Oh, baby, are you okay?” He asked in a high-pitched, soft voice, as if talking to a kitten. 

That was definitely not a kitten. The furthest thing from it. 

Then the griffin moved, and Geralt was ready to watch the bard’s head be chomped off, when the griffin nuzzled into his chest in what could be called an affectionate manner. 

Geralt blinked. 

The griffin fucking what? 

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It was unsettling to travel with an arch-griffin. It was even more unsettling to see it act like a tame overgrown puppy to a painfully naïve bard, who showered it unconditionally with love, kisses, and praise, near constantly. Jaskier would stroke and pet the griffin whenever he liked, and would fucking climb on its back to ride, and the damned griffin let him.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful! You’re so cute, such a good girl!” Jaskier crooned. “Yes, you are! So majestic! Geralt, isn’t she the cutest thing you’ve ever seen!”

Geralt wouldn’t exactly call an arch-griffin cute.

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“What the fuck is wrong with you,” Lambert said, two seconds into meeting the bard. 

The fucking arch-griffin chirped affectionately and nuzzled into the bard.