#apparently raccoons have ridiculously sensitive hands

[canisalbus]

Actually (🤓) raccoons don't wash their food, they do that for the taste and also they have very sensitive paws ( i'm autistic )

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[sweetcatmintea]

Atlas meets Ivan - Drabble

So, I haven’t got any new pictures for you guys, have a short drabble instead. It was a gift for @babydollneko but she said I could upload it here too :)

Moonlight filtered through the thin clouds overhead illuminating speckles drifting through the late-night air. Hard shingles stole the warmth through Atlas’ shirt, prompting shivers. He lazily took note of his leg dangling over the musty gutter pipe. A clean was long over due but the negligence was understandable, it was no simple task to clean the top of a three-story house. Hoisting himself into a sitting position, Atlas stretched his arms in front of him until there was a satisfying crack.

He wasn’t sure how long his nap had lasted but he felt refreshed enough. It was late afternoon when the summer heat left him lazing about, but that didn’t mean much to him. He had also been sprawled on Lady Clara’s ornate lounge, enjoying the firmness of the well-maintained upholstery and the gentle breeze tussling his bangs.  To find himself waking on the roof of an unknown building in an unknown street was not how he expected the day to go. Surprising as it was, there was little mystery. Many an adventure in his youth was prompted by accidentally teleporting somewhere in his sleep. It was kind of like sleep walking, but with more stress for Lady Clara. He glanced at his wrist only to remember he had taken off his stylish purple gloves and accompanying compass cuff earlier in the day. This was going to make things more difficult. Oh well, no use sitting around worrying. Scaling down the building with relative ease, he decided to just explore for a little while. It’d be a shame to waste the opportunity. Lady Clara was forever scolding him for roaming around like some tom cat. ‘Come home straight away!’ she’d say. ‘You’re never where you’re supposed to be! Disappearing to who knows where whenever the fancy takes you! Honestly, it’s a wonder I haven’t locked the doors by now!’ Translated roughly, she meant ‘I worry when you disappear, so I want you to come straight back.’ Atlas grinned into his knuckles. She was a funny lady, but certainly good quality. He was an adult now – more or less – and she had relaxed some. It helped that he wasn’t under her constant care and supervision anymore. Still, he’d just have a little look around, then head back. Or, at least, a little look, then try to work out where he would be coming back from. His current location was less important than where he wanted to be, but knowing it would probably help.  Music pulsed faintly in the distance, a faint throb indicative of a nightclub type place. Given the back-alley vibes he was getting and the apparent late hour, the club would probably be inhabited primarily by drunks. Atlas sighed. He didn’t want to go amongst drunk people. It was probably the best bet for finding someone to ask his location. Ambling away, he put his money on the opposite direction. Going for the easiest route? Where was the adventure in that?

He must have been a fair way away from Lady Clara’s house. The wind carried a bite more tenacious than that of a summer. Atlas lamented the absence of his favourite dark grey coat. The fur trim, purple of course, was luxuriously soft and oh so fluffy. He really couldn’t complain though, years of waking up in unusual places ensured he was always reasonably covered when he rested. As funny as it would have been, he would not have appreciated exploring in only his boxers.

It wasn’t until the music had faded entirely, replaced with a cricket orchestra more suited to the country than such a populated area, that Atlas finally saw another person. A man, not much older than himself, busied himself opening the large roller doors of a … warehouse, maybe? The mechanisms made such a racket he didn’t notice Atlas approaching him. It was at this point Atlas realised he probably should have tried reading one of the street signs, he had no idea what the common language was here. Hoping it was one he knew, he cleared his throat, immediately catching the other man’s attention. Fabric spun and metal flashed. The knife stopping a mere finger’s width from Atlas’ skin. The two men appraised one another momentarily. This man, decidedly less harmless then Atlas first assumed, was slightly taller than him. His dark hair spiked from his head in organised chaos, complimented by a dark hoody and calculated grin. His teeth were clearly sharp, more so than Atlas’ unusually animalistic ones. Offering a placating smile, Atlas raised his palms to the man. He meant no harm. The switchblade returned to it’s hiding place in one smooth movement but remained at hand. The man’s posture relaxed, replaced with an easy confidence. Most reasonable people would be put off, intimidated even, by a man exuding danger and standing in front of a gaping maw of black. Unfortunately, Atlas was not a terribly reasonable person at times. ‘Foolish’ was almost a nickname at this point. He wasn’t stupid, but, out in the open as they were, he had many escape routes should things go sour. He lowered his hands, resting one in the pocket of his tailored shorts, and waving a greeting with the other. “What are you doing out here?” Ah, English. He knew that one. Lucky~ “Hello,” More accent than he would like, but good enough, “I got a little lost. Would you mind helping me? My name is Atlas, Atlas Mao.” The man tilted his head, lips pursed. “You’ve got cat ears.” It was a question in the form of a statement. “Yep.” He wiggled his ears for emphasis. The man’s grin grew. “Tail too. It was a matching set situation.” Even though he had kept it politely low, he was pretty sure the man had already noticed. The man’s hazel (maybe? It was hard to tell in the dark) eye’s glittered with excitement. “You don’t have … cat people here?” A shake of a head said no. That was unusual, he’d never been to a place where there were no Tainted people. Maybe he was even further than he thought. “Can I touch them?” “P-pardon?” “Your ears. I want to touch them.” The man reached out eagerly. There was a child-like enthusiasm that dampened the automatic ‘no’. Sighing inwardly, Atlas relented and nodded. That’s how he ended up being pet softly in the middle of the night by a very strange man. The plan to wait until his novelty had run its course and then find out where he was, was a bust. The enjoyment the man got appeared to be endless. Being told he was adorable was something he had gotten used to, it becomes necessary when your face becomes a brand, however having someone coo at him in the middle of the night was a bit much. An embarrassed flush crept up his neck as he put some distance between himself and the man. Luckily, he didn’t seem too disappointed, instead pointing out another of Atlas’ peculiarities. “You’re floating.” “Yeah. I don’t want to walk. The floor is really dirty, and my shoes are at home.” He wasn’t that high. Maybe a few inches off the ground. The man narrowed his eyes, considering Atlas again. “You’re not from here, are you?” Finally. He didn’t mind this man, he didn’t know him well enough to decide that he liked him yet, but it felt like some kind of backwards Alice in Wonderland scenario. Given he was the floating cat and all. He really couldn’t stay much longer, he’d promised Lady Clara he’d be in her photoshoot tomorrow. “No. I’m lost. Do you have a map and a compass I could borrow, uh…” “Ivan. You can call me Ivan.” He leaned in closer “I mean it call me.” Atlas didn’t know how to respond to either the wink or the playful nudge. “I’ve got those back home, but I gotta do something first.” He entered the abys of the warehouse, calling over his shoulder. “My cat got out, so I’ve gotta find him before we go back.” Nothing else to do, Atlas followed him in, offering to help search.

The deceptively small light on Ivan’s phone lit up a large chunk of the building. How did the phone have a light in it to begin with? Atlas knew there were some technological leaps lately, but wow! Debris was scattered all over the place. Leaves piled wherever the broken roof permitted. A dry, dusty smell filled the air, clinging to the backs of their throats. With all of the shadows and hidey holes, the chances of finding a cat were slim. Even with his sensitive ears, Atlas couldn’t detect anything other than the scuttling of bugs avoiding Ivan’s light. He strained his eyes but there was neither hide nor hair of any mammal. He was about to tell Ivan that he might want to look else where, but the man cut him off, bellowing “KING CRUNCH!” Evidently, Atlas wasn’t the only one to jump out of their skin. The boxes in the far corner began to rustle in response. Ivan ran over, letting out a proclamation of triumph. “I found my cat!” He dragged an angry, hissing creature from it’s nest, returning to Atlas with a massive smile. Beady eyes glared venomous hatred at Atlas. Little round ears were slicked back and grabby hands scrambled in the air, desperate for a victim. The grey-brown fur bristled like needles. That wasn’t a cat. The raccoon seemed to accept its fate, slumping in Ivan’s arms and chattering murder under its breath. Ivan was positively beaming. “Alright, I got my cat, we can go back. Somehow, he always get’s out when the Bae’s there. It’s weird, I know he likes King Crunch. Who wouldn’t?” Atlas couldn’t help but find Ivan’s clear affection towards his ‘cat’ very sweet. “Why’s he in a jacket?” The fact that the studded leather suited the raccoon was as undeniable as the ridiculousness of addressing raccoon fashion. What an interesting night it was turning out to be. “Oh, that. I tried to put a collar on him, so no one steals him, y’know, but he just kept getting it off. Neal got the jacket made for him so I would” he air quoted “stop moaning about the stupid collar. Good thing King Crunch is so fat, he can’t get his jacket off. No one’s going to mistake him for a stray cat now. I’d have ta kill them if they did though.” He laughed jovially.  

If you’re curious -> Atlas Ivan 

Ivan was created by, and belongs to, @babydollneko

Atlas is my character

Feedback is appreciated!

[moonraccoon-exe]

Supah nice, it’s been a while since I last did one of these. Thanks, @vanillatumbleweedscoffee​ <3

THE LAST: 1. Drink: This juice thing for breakfast 2. Phone call: a friend from middle school 3. Text message: hm...I think this other friend from singing class 4. Song you listened to: prior to now that I /just/ put music on...apparently last night, Pixar’s “Lava”. 5. Time you cried: this is ridiculous. Episode Prompto. Hahaha.

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Nah man 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Hm...no? 8. Been cheated on: I mean, the other person WAS more gorgeous than I ;____; 9. Lost someone special: On the romantic issue? Hm...can’t count as ‘Losing’ if I never really had them. So...once? If anyone on the romance issue counts...three, ahahaha. If it’s not about romance, well, yeah. Twice. 10. Been depressed: This teacher who was psychologist said yes but I kept running from her and never had an official test, so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: i don’t drink, man

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: blue, black and red (so common ugh)

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Yah 16. Fallen out of love: Nah 17. Laughed until you cried: Ohbro yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Uh...idk? 19. Met someone who changed you: These two hella awesome teachers, yah. 20. Found out who your friends are: Kinda? 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nah.

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: Basically everyone, there’s just two or three I don’t know in real life. 23. Do you have any pets:MY PUPPEH <3

24. Do you want to change your name: Nah bro IT’S AWESOME. 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Went to arcade with my two Bros :3  26. What time did you wake up: 8:30 more or less 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: trying to sleep (it takes me like 1 hour to sleep no matter how tired I am) 28. Name something you can’t wait for: Get my own damn Playstation 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 1 minute ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: My family (not the core but the aunts/cousins/uncles)’s attitude towards me (regarding my choices of ‘my future’). 31. What are you listening right now: this spaniard folk metal band, you’d like it I think. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: does my scar count? 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: again, my family’s behavior/thoughts on me regarding my choices. 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: several ones 36. Mark/s: I HAVE THIS HELLA AMAZING SCAR ON THE TUMMY, BRUH IT USED TO BE LONGER HOW COULD I HAVE HATED IT ONCE IT’S SO PRETTY.  37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a mage. Still want. 38. Haircolor: brown. Dark. 39. Long or short hair: it’s...medium. 40. Do you have a crush on someone: nah bruh 41. What do you like about yourself: *kuzco voice* What do I not like?  43. Bloodtype:what do you want that for, you wanna murder me, well good luck I ain’t telling you 44. Nickname: Ain’t telling you the real one (just for the fun of it). Moon, Raccoon, Coon, Moony will do <3 45. Relationship status: Single and rocking hard. 46. Zodiac: Capricorn 47. Pronouns: you could even call me by “it”, I won’t say anything. I’m a raccoon, who cares what you call me (so long it’s not offensive, ya heard me?) 48. Favorite TV Show: I think I’ll go with Avatar: Last Airbender.

49. Tattoos: Mom won’t let me :( 50. Right or left hand: I have paws. 51. Surgery: appendix. 52. Hair dyed in different color: right now? No. 53. Sport: what is that 55. Vacation: this state some hours away, more out of compromise than vacation. Vacation properly, last december. 56. Pair of trainers: I have paws 

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: what do you mean 58. Drinking: what do you- as in, right now? 59. I’m about to: answer question 61 and realizing there’s no 60 61. Waiting for: Godot 62. Want: free stuff ;____; 63. Get married: so long we can have separate bedrooms, I love my space. 64. Career: Oh you’ll see. *sips from juice* Y o u  w i l l  s e e 

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: No 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes 67. Shorter or taller: is it Ignis? 68. Older or younger: Ignis 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: who notices that stuff? 71. Sensitive or loud: what do you mean, as in how much noise people make? Please be quiet. 72. Hook up or relationship: Relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: what do you  mean

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: no 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: mom was so upset :( 77. Turned someone down: Yah 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: I mean, they really deserved it and I didn’t mean to, so yah. 80. Had your heart broken: as in romantically? *slams fist on table* I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO TELL HER *sobs in a corner* Uhm...three times, only 1 where the other person knew they did. I mean, it was harsh, but he was brave and affectionate enough to tell me before it’d get to worse. 81. Been arrested: *rubs hands with malice* nowhere in law does it say you can arrest a raccoon 82. Cried when someone died: Well yah 83. Fallen for a friend: *slams fist on table* TWICE AND I NEVER TOLD THEM AND ;_____________; 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: Hell daMN FUCK YEAH, YOU GO, ME! 85. Miracles: I...think? 86. Love at first sight: Naaah 87. Santa Claus: Nah 88. Kiss on the first date: depends?

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: mein... *googles* freund (is dat ‘friend’?) Pat <3 91. Eyecolor: brown 92. Favorite movie: BOI, you don’t make me choose. Nightmare Before Christmas has a special place in my kokoro, though.

 Why does this finish at 92, I’m bothered it’s not 90 or 100, dammit.

I’m going to tag...whoever wants to do this (if you do, tag me so I can read <3), aaaand... @vinsmoke03 @yuu-be-good @dreamyblossoms because I don’t know. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  You don’t have to if you don’t wanna, though c: