#Sugar Glider anyone???

[yes-asil]

Manifesting a Flying Squirrel Suit for next season, please, they'd be so cute.

[funguy-not-fungi]

the resemblance is uncanny

[haleigh-sloth]

Yes yes cat Tomura and bunny Deku but consider!

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Tomura Izuku sugar glider au

[virichemia]

Legit, no joke, I just had a dream last night that I was Gord... it was nice

[somewhatfoggymusings]

okay, was it just me or did anyone else just randomly start hyperfixating on sugar gliders in like 3rd-4th grade

[wisteriaiswriting]

General Dating Headcanons With Sniper

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This guy is majorly touch starved but most times he won’t ever initiate it.

Prefers any sign of affection out of sight of the others.

The most he’ll accept in public is linking pinkies.

He is secretly a sucker for nicknames, mainly giving but doesn’t really mind receiving.

His include ‘roo’ and ‘bilby’, has thought about ‘sugar glider’ but shortened it down to ‘sugar.’

Is a massive night owl, so most of his nights are spent stargazing otherwise he just sits in his bed awake.

He’s willing to sit and do either activity with you.

Can easily be bribed into bed if you stay with him.

It actually helps him fall asleep much quicker when you cuddle up to him. (Mf is freezing)

When he finally falls asleep he naturally clings onto anything nearby, meaning you’re now trapped until he wakes up.

Will sneak into your room to wordlessly leave random presents around, then it's up to you to confront him or not.

You’re one of the few people allowed in his van, the only one with the privilege to wear his hat and glasses.

Absolutely hates it when you fluster him, instinctively pulls down his hat whenever you do it.

Has carved both your initials in a random tree somewhere, but won’t let anyone know about it.

It is pinned on his map but will claim it’s about a past job.

[witchexia]

🥼📋 Ψ 🦆 SIMON GLASS HEADCANONS pt. 2 🥼📋 Ψ 🦆

- His birthday is 14.7.1990 (34) - He gives his patients weighted plushies for comfort if they need it - Affection wise, he likes to use cute nicknames and likes to hug - His favorite game is Animal Crossing  - He LOVES aromatherapy - He NEVER yells at his patients or ANYONE. - Would probably be a fantastic babysitter - Mental breakdown? NO PROBLEM! Go to his office and you will come out happy! - He has a comforting aura that literally EVERYONE notices - Smell wise, he probably smells like laundry detergent and happiness - Being the HEAD of psychology at Site-17, poor boy probably has too much paperwork to do - He gives out stickers to his patients - His favorite flowers are daffodils, hydrangeas, lavenders, poppies + Himalayan blue poppies, chicories and the list goes on... - His favorite animals are otters, fennec foxes, owls, sugar gliders, raccoons, mallard ducks, capuchin monkeys, quokkas, marmots and more! - He wears cute socks, sometimes mismatched socks - His parents were mentally ill and he wanted to help them, so he studied to be a psychologist but his parents died so now he wants to help everyone - He knows ALOT of info on specific topics because of his patients telling him all about it

[atarathegreat]

You're Lucky You're Pretty. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

"There you are, luv!" Gaz dropped his bag to scoop you up, "Been waitin' for ya'."

You hugged him tightly, smiling and giggling in your joy that he was finally home, "Sorry, my car took forever to start."

The noise of the airport faded away as you told him all about the issues your car was giving you the last few weeks. Between funny sounds and overheating, you had no idea what the main problem was, and you were too anxious to take it to a shop. Nothing new, really. Besides, Gaz wouldn't trust any of the nearby shops with a plastic tricycle. So, he decided he would look at it the minute he got a chance to. After getting home and having a decent meal and a nice nap. He was damn tired of MRE's.

You explained a little more about the car as you drove it, pointing out the sounds and smells that the car was giving off. It was all a little concerning, and Gaz didn't relax at all as you drove.

"It's great to be home." Gaz stretched as he stepped out of the car. He glanced around the yard. It was well kept since he taught you to use the push mower, and you got better every time. On the far end lied the bird feeders where the two of you spent most of the time outdoors, if you were lucky then Gaz would let you try and feed the birds from your hands instead of going on about diseases. "It's great to have you home. Everything gets a lot lonelier when you're deployed. Even Max gets sadder."

Max, a name you expected to be accompanied by some slobbery mutt running into the room, not a sugar glider that dive bombed them both from the ceiling fans. Gaz groaned inwardly, "Goodness. Should I protect my ears?"

"Yes."

The fat sugar glider that you had adopted made a bad habit of biting ears when he was angry at anyone. The spoiled rat with wings tortured Gaz all because he had to be absent for his job. You tried to find the little creature, arm raised as you walked around the ceiling fans and high spots. It was ridiculous that he had to walk around with his hands over his ears, reminiscent of a child not wanting to hear their siblings.

You giggled and snatched something from the air, "There you are, silly boy." Narrowly. You narrowly kept Gaz from being jump scared by a flying hamster. He hated that damn thing, but he loved it, too. It was adorable and, in his humble opinion, you coddled it too bloody much, but he loved it. Max perched on your fingers and chittered angrily at Gaz as if to complain of his absence. It wasn't a huge issue, Gaz couldn't understand the creature anyway.

The quant little house was perfectly enough for the two of you and Max. One bedroom, one bathroom, an office, and the basement where the laundry room was stationed. Neither of you felt the need to spend more money than needed, and you didn't exactly need a lot. By his current rank in the military, Gaz could've had a penthouse and two tesla cars, but it wasn't something he needed.

That's what he thought anyway.

"What the fuck?" Greasy hands twisted at caps and pulled on wires. Why was your car sounding funny? Everything he'd witnessed had a cause, but nothing seemed wrong. Not even the battery was rusty.

Oh...

Of course...

Gaz walked into your shared bedroom, cleaning his hands off with a cloth. He took a moment to look at your lips and nose, your hair, and the way you did your makeup. "Luv?" Gaz sat at your feet, careful not to get dirt or grease on the bed from his hands, "When was the last time you changed your oil?"

From the look you gave him, he had his answer.

"Did you even know you had to change the oil?"

"... no..."

[australianklaviergavin]

OTHER POSTS: Baby bunny Trucy, Uendo lizard, Prosecutors, Aura Blackquill, Clay Terran, Bobby Fulbright, modpoppy's Uendo, okartichoke's Caracalvier,

Compiled here is almost every single design sketch I've done for this... AU? It's my nonsense, take it or leave it! The tag for it is "#The Great Detective's Animal Attorney", but the prefix is mostly for filtering, I just call it "Animal Attorney".

I must disclaim that this is not meant to "compete" with any other AUs or designs! They're all real and I hope my dognix can be friends with yours.

The below post has my designs for the Gavin brothers, Maya, Fransizka, Phoenix, Athena, Sholmes, Lord van Zieks, aaand a teeny Harebrayne. Sadly, no Apollo this time, all his art is doodles and I hit image limit anyways! Him and Trucy may get their own post soon, however!

These were all done with my non-dominant hand, and Athena was done on a Magma board, if that explains the anything.

The Gavins are the first ones I really did, and they're both caracals! I've kinda wanted to go back and change Klavier a bit in regards to an insane headcanon, but caracalvier is too iconic like this, I just can't do it

Putting Maya and Fran together, cause they're both kitties! If Maya was a specific breed, then I forgot, but Fransizka (and her dad, by extension) are both oriental longhairs. If I weren't presently injured, I'd draw a scrungly Manfred, but alas your mind's eye will have to do the work.

Phoenix is a puppy dog! Very very nearly made him a hyena... But I couldn't. I couldn't reconcile it with Ryunosuke. I have a Yeenix in the back, for any interested parties

LASTLY for my main-series designs is Athena! She's a seal. I don't think I had a specific reason besides not being able to get ears to fit with that ponytail... Might change her to a sea lion, though!

AAAAND TGAA BONUSES... Aka the Barokorn Cinematic Universe

Sholmes is a lion (with his sad little low testosterone mane)! He was easily the hardest, as I went back and forth... Alot. He was a pigeon at first! I contemplated rabbit..? But I tried to steer away from the mascot designs, generally. I'm happy with the decision of lion, however, mostly cause it gives him fun symbolism with the whole Professor thing.

The van Zieks-es are unicorns, and Bunnybrain is a pony! I could go more in-depth, buuut that's kinda spoilery

Ryunosuke and Kazuma (not pictured) are both puppy dogs, and I think I settled on bunny for Susato?? To make her pops a bunny also? I also have some sketches of her as a sugar glider, but I don't really like most of their art 👎 so there's a couple gaps here

If anyone wants to (??!?!?!!) you can use these designs for pretty much anything you want (and feel free to extrapolate upon the rest of their designs, most of these are very limited), just make sure to tag me, partially for credit, but also because I'd just REAAAALLY want to see... They are my babies, my world, I think I might break down into tears (/pos) BUT ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU ALL. THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME AND I HOPE THIS MAYBE MOTIVATES YOU TO DRAW SOME SILLY ANIMAL ATTORNEYS OF YOUR OWN!!

[eruden-writes]

Room & Board - Part 20 (Vampire x Reader x Werewolf)

paranormal fantasy vampire x human eventual triad (x werewolf)

Anonymous asked:

For the prompt submissions a vampire that feels guilty after feeding/attacking someone so they leave obscenely valuable ancient artifacts as payment/an apology?

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In the end, Jemma’s location spell does the trick. Well, kind of. The enchantment leads you through paranormal markets under the city, finding the right people to interrogate. It turns out vampires have few friends in your city. People who seek out vampires are either signing their own death warrant or ready to stake a few of the arrogant bloodsuckers.

Either way, it wasn’t anyone else’s business. One lead turns into a dead end. Another has no substantial foundation. Yet another tries to extort money and goods out of you, which led to Jemma actually turning that informant into a toad. With each new bit of information, you’re all led further and further out of the city.

Eventually, weeks after Tabaeus left, a tip finally strikes solid and true.

Two states away from home, you sit in a rental car with Jemma, Ewan, Liuva and Bjarka at a late-night diner. Despite the time of night and the fact the building is shuttered up, the mall across the way from the diner is seemingly popular.

Even when you ask the waitress - Tess, she/her - if there’s an event going on over at the mall, she shoots you a puzzled look. When her eyes flick up to the window, you spot a glaze tinting her gaze as she informs you, “Nothing’s supposed to be happening over there. The old mall is about as dead as it ever is.”

Even as the waitress stares, you watch one group head into the allegedly abandoned building as others leave. Some are elegant, others are crude and punkish. Yet it seems Tess does not see or notice them.

As the waitress falls into her rehearsed spiel, you share a look with Ewan and Jemma. Tess doesn’t seem to acknowledge the dense air settling around your group as you all realize she - and likely the rest of the diner’s staff - is under some vampiric sway. You push the discomfort away before ordering.

Something burns in your chest. Tabaeus has to be nearby. This feels like the right place, but you have no reason beyond the smoldering in your chest. You never felt like this with any other lead before. Or maybe you’re just tired of searching, sick of getting your hopes up.

After you’ve finished your meal - saying nothing further of the mall to the staff - the three of you trudge to the parking lot.

“What’s the plan?” Ewan takes out his phone, swiping through random apps. It’s only when he points vaguely toward the highway that you realize he’s putting on a front for anyone potentially spying on you. His green eyes tilt toward you, uncharacteristic seriousness making his words sobering, “Are we heading in now or biding time?”

“We should bust in, magic blazing.” From the backseat, Jemma leans forward, her own phone in hand. She, too, has taken up Ewan’s ruse.

Unlike the other two, you don’t bother with a phone. Shaking your head, you fight the urge to flick your gaze back toward the mall. “I think we should be subtle.”

Silence settles over the car as Jemma and Ewan continue to look at their phones, their hands, you. Anywhere but directly at the mall. If anyone watched your little crew, they’d believe it wasn’t even on your radar, you think.

Finally, something glints in Jemma’s eyes as she meets your gaze, raising her eyebrows. “Don’t malls usually have skylights or vents on the roof?”

“They’ll hear us coming.” Another shake of your head. Besides, how would the three of you get up there without causing a commotion?

Ewan nods to the back where the imps-turned-sugar gliders sit with ethereal intelligence gleaming in their eyes. The two have been silent as potential plans have bounced around the car. Upon them being noticed, Bjarka and Liuvia exchange a look. Wordless communication flies between them until Bjarka nods and says, “We will do it for a pie.”

You frown at their little demand. “I thought you wanted Tabaeus back.”

“We do,” Liuvia says, but they smile in a way that reminds you they are supernatural, “But we also want pie. A strawberry rhubarb one.”

With a heavy sigh, you glance from the imps to Jemma and Ewan. They both return your look with mild amusement and shrug.

“Ugh fine,” you sigh as you open your door. “You could’ve said something when we were still inside.”

“You didn’t ask,” chirrups one of the imps, though you’re not sure which as the door closes. You trek back to the diner, still fighting the urge to look toward the mall. Despite your efforts to remain realistic, you can’t help but feel a little lighter. As if you were one step closer to a conclusion.

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It’s early morning, just as the sun half climbs above the horizon line, when you decide to put your plan into action. Through a scrying mirror conjured up by Jemma, you watch as Bjarka and Liuvia embark toward the mall from the nearby woods you deposited them in the night previous. The two dart along the dwindling shadows as dawn rises. As squirrels, they easily scale the building and prance along the roof with light steps. They duck and bounce around, taking stock of their options as far as vents, grates, and skylights go.

As the imps decide their next course of action, the rest of you wait. Liuvia and Bjarka eventually pry a grate off a vent and clatter into the metal tunnel. The image on the mirror follows as they scurry through the twisty ventilation. The motion and lighting makes your stomach cramp, so you turn away.

You sit in the backseat with Jemma, who continues to watch the mirror, eyebrows furrowed. In the front, Ewan drives. Last night, after leaving the imps behind, the rest of you drove off and found a clearing to hunker down in for the night. Sleep hadn’t been easy and, now, exhaustion battles in your veins with mounting adrenaline as you near the mall again.

Your plan banks on the fact Lachlan and Tabaeus are different - older, stronger, more powerful - than the average vampire. That should make walking into the mall-turned-vampire-nest easier. Well, as long as Bjarka and Liuvia managed to unlock a door for you.

As Ewan pulls the car into the mall’s parking lot and settles the car in a spot close to the door, he turns to Jemma. “How’re the smallfries doing?”

“They can see us and they’re unlocking the door now,” Jemma answers and, with a wave of her hand, the scrying mirror fizzles off. She’s already climbing out of the car, stowing the mirror in her bag. Despite long conversations last night, Ewan and yourself weren’t able to dissuade the witch from coming along.

“Ready?” Ewan pops his door open, though he’s still turned toward you. Concern etches into his features, as if he’s on the brink of saying you didn’t have to come along. He could handle this, he could save Tabaeus in your place.

But he can’t. Something in you knows this. With a swallow, you nod and open your own door.

The trek into the mall is short and blessedly uneventful. There don’t appear to be any vampiric thralls or familiars standing guard. Perhaps it is hubris on Lachlan’s part, but you don’t dismiss the possibilities of guards or problems deeper inside the building.

Liuvia and Bjarka hitch a ride in Jemma’s bag as Ewan leads your group, with you smack in the middle. He tilts his face up, nose twitching. The barest of a transformation touches Ewan’s features. Some thicker hair, a slew of stubble, the vaguest shift of a nose becoming a snout. He’s delaying the transformation to keep the vampires from sensing him, but you’re sure he’s nervous.

Hell, you’re nervous. You strain to hear the smallest sound, nearly holding your breath the farther you wander into the mall. For the most part, it’s silent. You don’t see or sense anyone else around, other than your group. Though that’s not saying much, considering you’re just a human. With a glance to Jemma, then to Ewan, you confirm nothing seems immediately suspicious.

Though their features are pinched as they focus, neither says or indicates a danger is nearby.

Faintly, you wonder how long he can hold a semi-shift as your eyes take in the corridor. Illumination surprisingly spills in from the sunlights. The stores appear chained and locked, the windows blacked out. Squinting at the locks and darkness, you wonder if there’s more beyond. Is each store a vampire’s personal territory? Is it like a hotel here? Or are they all lower in the building?

All five of you remain as silent as possible as you journey deeper and deeper. Past stores, through the food court, to a stairwell. Jemma conjures up a ball of light without further instruction, lighting the stairs. The aesthetic of the mall holds firm with tiled walls as you descend to the underground section of the mall. A vague chill creeps along your limbs, realizing you’re now underground.

Apparently, the basement is still a commercial area, you realized as the stairs open up to another floor of storefronts. Here, however, the stores are larger and, if you squint, you realize there’s faded signs like ‘bowling alley’ and ‘community development’ hanging over the entryways. No light manages to filter this far down, though. You try not to think about that as you follow Ewan, who keeps close to the walls.

Along with the faint chill, the silence of the area weighs heavily in your ears. It’s too quiet, even as your group scuttles over the expanse of tiled floor.

Quickly enough, you’re led down a slightly obscured hall, before Ewan finds another door. Pushing it open reveals a second set of stairs. This time, the stairwell feels industrial. There’s no happy white-and-blue tiled designs. Just stark metal and industrial grey that devolves into shadows as you peer down into the stairwell.

There’s a brief moment when you look at Ewan and Jemma. Their gaze seeks yours as well, checking to see if you’re still determined to continue. As one, the three of you nod. Jemma hoists the light a fraction higher and it glows a little more intently as you all descend.

The atmosphere grows colder, now raking across any bare skin. Dankness tinges the air as you notice thick gatherings of cobwebs and dead rats on the stairs. Eventually, you come to a landing that leads to a heavy door. The air is locked in your lungs as Ewan slowly shoulders the door open, obscuring your view as he peers around the other side.

After a beat, he opens the door further and the scent of damp and mildew overpowers the air around you. You choke down a cough as Ewan motions for you to follow him into a darkened hall.

If possible, it’s even harder to discern your surroundings now as you follow the werewolf. The shadows seem deeper, darker, more dangerous. The chill in the air bites at your throat. From the light of Jemma’s magic orb, your gaze follows various pipes and catches on rusted, industrial machinery. You have no clue what this all is. Elevator and escalator mechanisms? Gas piping for the food court? Long-abandoned generators?

Whatever is down here, you feel the vague sensation of continuing to go downward, on a gentle slope.

A startle rocks through you as you freeze, hearing something skitter on the concrete floor and echo in the distance. The other two pause. In the span of a breath, fur sprouts from Ewan and his face elongates further, his limbs and muscles growing. A crackle of energy hisses behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to turn and see what Jemma has conjured.

A low rumble of a growl catches in Ewan’s throat as you all wait.

Nothing and no one makes itself known. Slowly, you all carry on in the darkness.

You’re not sure how far you walk when Ewan stops and turns suddenly. You follow as he stalks down an adjacent hall - one you barely even saw - and stops at a wrought-iron door. This time, he doesn’t look at you and Jemma.

Ewan reaches for the large handle, yanking it open so fast your heart trips.

Soft, warm light spills over you from the room on the other side of the door. Rapidly, you blink to dispel the blots of blurry color. The room slowly takes shape in front of your eyes.

Lanterns hang around a large circular room, glowing low and vague. The room is as industrial as the rest of the underground hell, with large pipes and metal and machines. At odds with the metal, however, are mountains of cushions and fabrics draped haphazardly around the room. The pillows and fabrics - of all colors and styles and sheerness levels - bring some color to the deary grey, but somehow that makes the room worse. It sends agitation scraping down your spine.

Then your gaze lights on Tabaeus.

They are chained to a hulking system of pipes, lounging on a smaller hill of pillows. They’re naked, covered only in bruises and fresh bite marks. Their head lolls back, their hair a tangled waterfall. Your heart cracks at the sight, the rest of the world melting away as you step closer to them.

“You’re free to try and take Tabaeus, but… Well, they likely won’t go. This is what they know, this is home.” Lachlan’s voice shocks you from your thoughts. Your attention jerks to Ewan and Jemma, both looking as startled as you feel. Their attention doesn’t snap to the door you just entered from - nor any other dark crevice on your level.

No, you realize their attention is tilted upward. You follow the angle of their gazes and dread curdles in your guts. Lachlan is positioned overhead, on some sort of walkway that snakes through the pipes. He sits on a railing, draped in a way that screams egotistical ease and surety. Others linger behind him, ranging in muted hues and wearing clothing from an array of eras. More pallid vampires start to poke their attention out from the dark shadows of the room, all watching you with red eyes.

Mounting dismay fills your chest before you see Lachlan’s smile twists into something smug. In an instant, rage flares in your chest. Your hands fist at your sides, your shoulders straightening as you glare up at Lachlan. Somehow, through the sick sensations in your stomach, you manage to bite out, “Let Tabaeus be the judge of that.”

Lachlan’s answering chuckle makes your blood boil as he languidly motions toward Tabaeus. “Be my guest.”

[lpsotd]

girl please do a community as lps post I am so interested to know your takes. I saw one once but I want to know what you think :D

oh absolutely

i'm not too confident about some of my picks tbh ... i feel like jeff could either be a great dane or even a husky, i just know he's kinda dogcoded, so i assigned him great dane #244

i've always kinda seen britta as shorthair #339 ... it just feels so right

annie is such a deer to me i had to go with #1123

i looked at sugar glider #432 and immediately thought it suited abed ... does anyone understand me

honestly troy is more of a golden retriever to me, but i feel like doberman #92 suits him just as well

chow chow #1157 is just so shirley ... it just Is okay.

bonuses ...

dean craig pelton is such a bird to me ... i can't explain it. i've assigned him seagull #35 (G7)

chang is ferret #334 ... i don't have a reason tbh he just kinda is

frankie is the no# puzzle collie :3c

annnd elroy is french bulldog #1847

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi, love your work, hope you can help me find a fic, it's sterek and I don't remember much, but Stiles is turned into a wolf, Derek don't realises and I think he calls the wolf Spaz cause it's Stiles so he trips over his own feet and such, I think he also becomes a sugar glider almost at the end?

Hi @nenehyuuchiha! @sterekfox24 says it's this one.

The Spaz and the Sourwolf by TheRealDanniX

(9/9 I 24,674 I Teen I Sterek)

When Stiles comes across something he shouldn't in the Preserve he ends up on four legs. Not that anyone in the Pack knows it's him. He's just hoping they can figure it out before anything else bad happens.

[2010s-nostalgia]

Anyone else remember an obsession with a creature called a sugar glider in the early 2010s? I have a rich cousin and her rich friends were obsessed with them. Maybe it was a weird local thing

[lightningonatether]

OKAY

list of C!DREAM BLOB LIKE ANIMAL submissions

the criteria was white, tiny, and blob-looking. LET ME KNOW if you'd want me to run a dranimal poll with all of these afterwards it might be a fun dreblr activity. Thanks everyone who contributed :3

heres all of them with a little bit of propaganda for each:

this tiny bird called the long-tailed tit. its Literally just a blob. very good. approved. imagine its fragile breakable wings

2. white mouse! also very good. very blob. innocent and loves to scurry around. perfect size for handholding.

3. Ermine!! this is a little on the bigger side, but its also so silly and a little bloodthristy. fits cdream pretty well

4. ghost bat! i think this is appropriately tiny, also a predator, and has both a silly face AND a fitting name

5. White sugar glider. look at him. he is so stupid. big beady eyes. tiny and fluffy. this is what sam locked in the prison.

6. a puss moth! i think this is the tiniest guyon the list. c!dream butterfly imagery anyone?

7. white hamster. this is both incredibly blob adjacent and ALSO. have you seen those angry hamster videos? its our guy <3

8. snowy owl. hes a little too big to hold in your hand but hes got the blob spirit. is there a single thought behind those eyes?

9. jerboa! this thing is So miserable and fragile looking. for a tiny blob form its pretty perfect

10. a gerbil! now this ones good because this whole saga started as a part of my plushie au, so I asked for animals a pallas cat might hunt. gerbils are one of them, so i might have a bit of a bias...

[necesitotequila]

What animal would you see each of the Grim Reapers as (the Grim Reapers we’ve been introduced to anyway)?

As an example, I personally see Othello as a Brown Recluse spider :))

“The recluse of the forensics division coming all the way here… What could’ve dragged you out of your hole, I wonder?”

Thank you so much for ur ask omggg 🙏🏻😭 I saw this and was so excited to answer it!

For quite a while, and especially after a chat with @bespectacled-bookwyrm, I see Othello as a wee black cat. I think it’s those eyes and his default facial expression plus the hair. He also gives me that vibe as he’s very laid-back yet playful, and he’s not the most social fella around. I can also imagine him owning one too, lol. But brown recluse spider also fits!

As for William, he’s definitely a black panther given the vibes he gives me and his looks. He’s also a very solitary man, just as they often are.

Ronald is either a mongoose or a golden pheasant. The latter fits very well as he’s so showy and sociable. But the mongoose is also a good pick as he’s clever and energetic.

Grelle is a red fox. Mostly because it fits her aesthetic, lol.

Ludger is a bobcat to me. Or a brown shire horse. I only have @shirecob to thank for this - it’s a majestic animal indeed.

Sascha is DEFINITELY a sugar glider. They’re adorable, playful, and very clever. I think Sascha would love having the ability to fly as well, lol. Sugar gliders are rarely aggressive, but very quick to defend their territory.

Is there anyone I’m forgetting? Bc I think there is, lol. Feel free to add on to this!

[hearteyedfeelings]

Little drabble cause I want halfling man to be more angry:

His eyes are losing focus. Every time he blinks his friends around him swirl in a mass of colors. He tries to hold on, to stay awake but he’s just so fucking exhausted. Not just from almost dying, but from everything.

From Will, from Derrig, from the Tempest, from FCG, from Dorian- it’s all so much.

He needs sleep.

…

Rustling, movement, hooves. Bleary, Orym blinks his eyes open and sees the legs of his favorite faun friend leaving the camp. He asks, she tells him not to worry.

He worries, of course he worries. So he does what he’s always done, he goes after her.

…

It’s happening again. Outmatched, so soon after- yeah, after that. And now his best friend is at his feet bleeding-

So much blood.

Then he blinks and she’s down and she’s,

She’s not breathing.

She’s not breathing?

No. Not happening. Not again.

…

As the dragon flies away he turns to his friend and he’s so…angry.

No, wait, he should be happy. She’s alive, he’s alive, the threat is gone.

He’s happy, of course he is.

But he’s also so so angry.

“Fearnie…”

“I know I know, it’s just- there was a sugar glider and it was so cute and-“

“Why didn’t you wake any of us up?”

Fearne shifts in that coy, slightly embarrassed way that she does, “I didn’t really think it was going to be, you know, my dad. I just figured it was something…I don’t know.”

Orym does know, gods he’s known her for so long and of course he knows but damnit he’s so fucking tired.

“Fearne you can’t just leave without telling anyone where you’re running off to.”

“I know I kno-“

Orym snaps, “No Fearne I don’t think you do!”

Fearne quickly quiets down as Orym continues, voice growing louder with the sounds of bells ringing in the distance.

“You can’t just fucking leave them and not say anything! Don’t you remember what just happened? We were all dead, if it wasn’t for-“ Orym’s voice breaks, “if it wasn’t for Letters we’d be dead okay? You can’t just act and not say anything to anyone. You can’t leave them, you-“ he breaks off again, faltering.

A shuttering breath, “…you can’t leave me.”

Orym drops to his knees, tears stubbornly burning in his eyes, because if he blinks they’ll fall and he’s not sure they won’t stop.

He distantly hears Fearne mutter, “Oh Orym.”

Then he feels two arms wrap around him and his face falls into the crook of her neck.

“You can’t leave me okay? I can’t do this without you. I need you to be more careful.” He pauses taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry for yelling.”

Fearne shushes him, “No you’re right, I’m sorry, I won’t run off again okay? At least…not for a little while.”

Orym smiles, the tears he has refused to let fall still simmering.

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

…

The tears didn’t fall. It wasn’t the time for it.

…

Maybe later.

There’s still more to do.