#canis lupis

[palaeosinensis]

Little of the love humans have for their dogs has changed in 30,000 years; one skull was found buried in the Czech Republic with a mammoth bone in its mouth. Placed there by human hands and buried with intention for a lost companion. The dog card for my ancient oracle deck. Needs a smidge more work. Inspired in no small part by this post: https://tmblr.co/ZkEfdxf0XoZAGm00

[mx-corvidae]

Curls for Days - Artfight 2022

One of the attacks I did for Team Wither in 2022  I even got a revenge piece of Charolette on this one Taking a looksie -  https://artfight.net/attack/3998080.charolette-lookin-pwetty Zaphod belongs to DeviantLupus

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[yes-brandeebleueaurelie]

If all else fails, remember, you can always wear a 😻🕺🏼 #catsuit!

[pier-carlo-universe]

In provincia di Alessandria crescono i casi di lupi uccisi illegalmente: bracconaggio, uso di veleni e pericoli per la salute pubblica preoccupano le istituzioni. Scopri di più su Alessandria today

[critter-soup]

Arguing on the internet gets a bad rap

If you can handle it, its actually really fun to get unreasonably mad about generally unimportant fandom shenanigans where the consequences don’t matter at all

Same idea behind watching horror movies to get scared when you know that the threat isn’t real

At least those are my thoughts on it, if you don’t agree you can argue with me about it, i encourage it in fact

stop tagging my posts with vague shit like "I'm not sure I agree with the overall point op is making but" or "I like this explanation but I still have issues with some of this characterisation" PUTTTTT your money where your mouth is and have a damn online argument with me like an ADULT

[headmateelevator]

hello again!! may we please have a level two pack (without orientations or front triggers) for this new fragment im trying to flesh out? heres the details it has right now!!

a wolf/dog? the colours blue and grey. fog/mist. water. waves and shorelines. gender is "nothing but with occasional ghosts of fem or masc." seems to like ghosts! and static? and heres bunch of emojis it seems to feel connected to! 🐺🌑💤🔉🐚💧🌊🌫🌧🌥☁️💭🎞📼🔌📺

thank you!! please take as long as you need on this pack!! i love this blog <3 -green anon!!

order up!

name(s) - Canine , Max , Lucy , Daisy , Rocky , Cooper , Canidae , Angus , Callum , Alaska , Terrie , Shepherd , Collie , ace , affen , affie , aidi , airendale , akita , aksaray , Alano , alex , alfie , amarok , amaruq , annie , apollo , archie , arianell , aries , armant , artemis , artois , ash , asher , aurora , badulf , bailey , bandit , barbet , bardou , barkley , basenji , bear , beau , bella , beowulf , biewer , blue , bluey , bolt , boris , boxer , brad , Isaiah , Virgil , Salem , Osiris , Azriel , Theodore , Elias , Oliver , Lukas , Sebastian , Michael , Uriel , Azrael , Abaddon , Castiel , Nathaniel/Nate , Malice , Wolfram , brenard , Boxer , Brittany , Wolf , Gray/Grey , Rex , Forest , Brownie , Kai , Bear , Snow , Snowy , Buddy.

pronouns - they / it / ey / em / er / ers / hy / hyr / hy / hymn / ae / aer / it / that / thing / vae / vaer / se / sim / ny / nym / th-y / th-m / shy / shyr / thy / thym / x / xs / sh* / h*r / shx / hxr / hx / hxm / thxy / thxm / thon / thons / arf / arf / awoo / ba / ball / ba / bark / bark / bite / bo / bone / cae / canine / can / cani / canid / canidae / canin / canine / cha / chase / chew / claw / co / collar / fang / fangs / grey / grim / gro / growl / grr / guard / ho / howl / houn / hound / howl / howl / hunt / lu / lupi / moon / moon / mutt / muz / muzzle / night / paw / protect / ri / rir / ruff / roll / rough / ru/run / ruff/ruff / silv / silver / snarl / star / teeth / walk / wag / wolf / angel / angels / alt / alts / hy / hymns / omen / faith / static / fog / ghoul / spok / ghost / spirit / sea / salt.

gender(s) - neutrois , ANALOGARGIC , ANOMALOTHING , unalimfort , ANALOGENDER , Casiboy , horrorloggender , ☆ » CREEPTHEDRIC , Camtromatos , Monichrine , Horrorslushie , Horrorigender , Horrorfem , Fogforestic , Forestgender , Forestwolfgender , Forestwolfsprintic , Howlgender , Neigean , Nightforfulmoonic , Northwolfic , Noxlibic , Redwoodgender , Sillywolfic , Snowfallgender , Aiaspec , Aingender , Aporagender , Asterfluid , Celestian , Cosmosflux ,

Demineutral , Demineutrois , Eafluid , Galaxian , Gender neutral , Genderflor , Gendersylph , Hydrangeaflux , Nebularian , Neumasc , Snowmoonlic , Snowynightgender , Starforestaesic , Tundrawolfgender , Wolfbitic , Wolfforestic , Wolfgender , Wolfmoonbodiement , Wolfmoonic , Wolforigender , Wolfpawic , Wolfplushigender , Wolfstarmoonic , Wolfthing, Horrormasc , Horrorhoard , Darkhyperfixic , Inhorsycic , Eldhorric , Horrorstorycollectic , Analoghorrorgender , Mascanalog , Femanalog , Analogender , ELDRITCHANALOG , PURIDITIC , altvocaldernic , ALDERNATE , notworthriskquoteic.

role(s) - anchor , sleeper , hygienist , protector , sibling figure.

species - wolf / dog , could be wolf / dog / human hybrid creature if using a humanish face claim or possibly some form of shapeshifter between. ghostkin.

source(s) - brainmade.

emoji(s) - 🐺 , 🌑 , 💤 , 🔉 , 🐚 , 💧 , 🌊 , 🌫 , 🌧 , 🌥 , ☁️ , 💭 , 🎞 , 📼 , 🔌 , 📺.

likes - night walks , taking naps , sleeping , staying clean , swimming , water in general , showers and baths , quiet dark rooms , music , moon themes , analog horror , old movies , the truman show , people x trusts , stretching in the mornings , ghosts , pets.

dislikes - being too hot , having to talk in front of too many people , people vae don't trust , stomachaches , being tired for too long , back pain (especially due to sleeping in the worst possible positions).

personality description - Callum is a rather friendly part , it keeps to themselves oftentimes , but when around someone x trusts arf can be semi-talkative , usually speaking about things such as movies thy recently watched , or old classics they enjoy rewatching often. they also have an interest in analog horror and horror medias in general. teeth often tries to keep to an alright sleep routine , though cani can mess it up easily by taking naps in the middle of the day if star feels like doing so.

faceclaims -

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[pupsmailbox]

DOG︰WOLF ID PACK

NAMES︰ ace. affen. affie. aidi. airendale. akita. aksaray. alano. alex. alfie. amarok. amaruq. annie. apollo. archie. arianell. aries. armant. artemis. artois. ash. asher. aurora. badulf. bailey. bandit. barbet. bardou. barkley. basenji. bear. beau. bella. beowulf. biewer. blue. bluey. bolt. boris. boxer. brad. brenard. brittany. brutus. bud. buddie. buddy. buster. buttercup. buzz. cailean. cain. cairn. caleb. canaan. cane. canid. canis. carlo. carol. catellus. celeste. charles. charlie. chase. chewie. chip. cliff. clifford. coco. collie. conall. conan. conell. cooper. daciana. daisy. dale. darwin. dash. daxie. dexter. diana. dire. dixie. duke. dylan. echo. emory. eros. eskie. ester. fang. fenrir. fido. finn. ford. fox. frankie. ghan. glen. gold. gordon. gray. grey. griffon. grim. grimmwolf. hamilton. harley. havana. hero. hound. howl. hunter. indie. indy. jack. joey. kai. kaleb. kalev. kelpie. ken. kerry. kibble. kibs. kit. lady. leo. leon. llewelyn. lola. lowell. lucine. lucy. luna. lupin. lyall. lyca. lycro. lycus. mace. maisie. mal. malinois. marley. max. mia. miles. milo. mingan. mob. molly. mudd. mutt. nala. night. noire. noiresse. noirette. nova. nugget. nyx. oliver. ollie. orion. oscar. paxton. peach. pebble. phoebe. picard. pila. pluto. poppy. puff. pup. ralph. randelle. randy. red. redd. reika. remus. rex. rhys. riley. rocky. rolfo. roman. romulus. rosie. rover. rowdy. roxie. roxy. ruby. rudy. ruff. rufus. ruppell. russel. russell. sadie. scottie. scout. scruff. scruffy. selena. shep. shepard. shepherd. silver. sophie. spike. spitz. spot. stafford. star. stella. stick. storm. stormy. suki. teddy. terry. tiger. tosa. venerie. walker. will. wolf. wolfgang. zev. zip. zoey.

PRONOUNS︰ arf/arf. awoo/awoo. ba/ball. ba/bark. bark/bark. bite/bite. ble/blep. bo/bone. bo/bork. bork/bork. cae/canine. can/cani. cani/cani. canid/canidae. canin/canine. canine/canine. cha/chase. chew/chew. claw/claw. co/collar. coll/collar. cute/cute. dig/dig. dog/dog. drool/drool. en/energy. fang/fang. fe/fetch. floof/floof. fluff/fluff. fluff/fluffy. fur/fur. fur/furry. ga/game. grey/grey. grim/grim. gro/growl. growl/growl. grr/grr. guard/guard. ho/howl. houn/hound. hound/hound. howl/howl. hunt/hunt. jump/jump. lea/leash. leash/leash. lo/loyal. loyal/loyal. lu/lupi. lup/lup. moon/moon. mutt/mutt. muz/muzzle. night/night. pa/paw. paw/paw. pawprint/pawprit. pet/pet. pla/play. pla/playful. play/play. pooch/pooch. predator/predator. pro/protect. pup/pup. puppy/puppy. ri/rir. ri/ruff. roll/roll. rough/rough. ru/run. ruff/ruff. run/run. silv/silver. slob/slober. snap/snap. snarl/snarl. sni/sniff. snout/snout. soft/soft. squi/squirrel. star/star. star/starry. sti/stick. tai/tail. tail/tail. teeth/teeth. teeth/teething. tre/treat. tre/tree. wa/wag. wa/walk. wag/wag. walk/walk. wolf/wolf. wolf/wolve. wolv/wolve. woof/woof. yap/yap. yip/yip. 🌳. 🎾. 🐕. 🐕‍🦺. 🐩. 🐶. 🐺. 🐾. 🐿. 🔆. 🥎. 🦮. 🦴. 🧸.

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Uncharismatic Fact of the Day

The Arabian wolf is one of the smallest subspecies of wolf; in addition to its diminutive size, one of their most unique features is that the pads of its middle two toes are partially fused together, giving them a distinctive paw print!

This species was once widespread throughout the Arabian Peninsula, but is now only found in Yemen, Oman, and Southern Palestine and Israel.

(Image: An Arabian wolf (Canis lupis arabs) by Ananders Wiig Nielsen via iNaturalist)

If you send me proof that you’ve made a donation to UNRWA or another organization benefiting Palestinians, I’ll make art of any animal of your choosing.

Remember, the donation can be in any amount– every dollar counts!

[gender-goth]

PUPPYBOY ID PACK

[PT: Puppyboy ID Pack. /end PT]

Names

Milo, Miles, Scruff(y), Rufus, Rudy, Ruby, Charlie, Bud(dy), Duke, Rocky, Coco, Pebble, Scout, Luna, Lucy, Cooper, Fido, Rex, Rover, Spot, Sadie, Badulf, Beowulf, Boris, Cailean, Catellus, Conan, Lycus, Kaleb, Mob, Mace

Pronouns

pup/pups, paw/paws, cae/canine, can/canis, ruff/ruffs, ri/ruff, ri/rir, bark/barks, bork/borks, growl/growls, grr/grrs, teeth/teeths, fang/fangs, claw/claws, muz/muzzle, snout/snouts, en/energy, tail/tails, fur/furs, fluff/fluffs, roll/rolls, wag/wags, drool/drools, slob/slober, pro/protect, guard/guards, pet/pets, bite/bites, snarl/snarls, leash/leashes, lo/loyal, lu/lupis, hound/hounds, mutt/mutts, yip/yips, yap/yaps, arf/arfs

Titles

The Puppyboy, The One Who Is Half Pup && Half Boy, The Dogboy, The (adjective/noun) Sire, The (adjective/noun) Canine, The (Male) Pup Who Stands On Guard, The Absent-minded Puppyboy, He* Who Plays Rough, The Yipping / Yapping Boy, He* Who Speaks In Barks && Growls

Labels

Pupgender, Yarnpuppic, Octopupgender, Cyberpup, Pupsleepyic, Dogboything, Pupboy, Zomdoggender, Pupboyflux, Herdpupic, Sportpupic, Workpupic Terrierpupic, Housepupic, Houndpupic, Dogtailwagic, Dogboygender, Canimouboy, Girlyboypup, Mascpupnightic, Cutepupboygender

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 16: Genetics

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Mikey is in the Interaction Room again. He's waiting for something to happen. There is a staticy feeling in the air, the lights keep flickering. Mikey can sense unease from the evil humans. Instinct has been taking charge more often than not. Mikey's head is getting worse... It doesn't remember things. Mikey can't remember how he became like this very well. Mikey can't remember what he did the other day. Instinct was in charge all of yesterday, so he probably knows. But Mikey can't recall anything. Mikey's not even sure if 'Mikey' is his name. The only reason he thinks it could be is because the evil humans in white will sometimes call him that. But when they say it, it almost sounds like a joke.

Mikey sits patiently, waiting. Wondering. He's never been made to wait this long. At least, as much as he can recall.

There is a buzzing noise, mechanical whirr. A soft rumble through the building. The lights flicker again. A panel opens and a robotic arm with a pellet gun descends from the ceiling. It points at Mikey --

He prepares himself, getting into a quick stance.

-- and the gun turns around and points at a corner in the room. It swivels and points at another. It shoots a pellet. The shot is lazy and the pellet weakly flicks off the wall.

Mikey tilts his head in confusion. What is happening?

The gun swivels round and round, shooting randomly before being forcefully retracted into the ceiling, snapping and shortcuirting as it disappears. Not one second after, another panel opens, and another machine lowers, but it stops halfway and starts shooting out sparks before it snaps off and crashes to the ground, almost crushing Mikey.

He yelps in surprise before jumping away at the last moment.

There is a crispy static sound and speakers in the room start going off.

'*CCCCCRRRSSSSHHHHH* -- Wha-- *CCKKKKHHSSPH* -- last time we mutate an electric eel -- *FFFFFSSHH* -- stupid EMP powers -- *KRRRAACKLE*'

Mikey is very confused.

A panel opens from the wall, and a wolf mutated with a rat walks in, sees Mikey, and charges.

Instinct doesn't ask to take over. He just does.

He dodges the wolf and studies its attacks and looks for any weaknesses it has. Underbelly is weak. Strike there. Instinct's tail sharpens and he --

Another panel by the floor opens up. After a second, a curious new mutant saunters in.

What? They've never sent in two at a time before!

The wolf takes advantage of the fact that Instinct/Mikey is distracted and bites the tail. Instinct roars, wraps the tail around his mouth, and whips him into the wall. Instinct turns to this new mutant, an armadillo. The shell looks somewhat similar to his with its jutting scutes and scales that fold over each other. But it smells bad. Not just nasty, but VILE. There's something wrong with it. It smells like disease.

'*KKKRSHSHSH* What are you doing?! -- I thought we were putting the armadillo in quarantine! -- has leprosy -- idiot -- I didn't do it -- something's wrong with the controls! *CCCXSHRSH*'

Instinct stays away from the diseased creature, but the wolf sees it and attacks. The armadillo balls itself up into its protective casing, a green ooze beginning to penetrate the outer shell. The wolf snaps its jaw on the armour, ingesting the poisonous ooze. It growls and begins to play with the round thing, scratching it and kicking it like a ball... He kicks it towards Instinct!

Instinct hisses and dashes away from it, clambering up the wall. He watches as the wolf starts to cough and turn a sickly green colour. The armadillo uncovers itself and watches. It saunters over to the wolf, who is getting greener and more sickly by the second. The dasypodidae glares at the canis lupis and shoots out the ooze at him. It sizzles against the wolf, who howls in agony before toppling over and decaying at a rapid pace. Instinct watches in disgusted horror as the wolf becomes nothing more than putrid acid-drenched roadkill.

Instinct needs to kill it. Fast. He dashes down to the smashed machine and grabs the whole thing -- heavy as it is -- and throws it on top of the mutant armadillo. The creature balls itself up just before the heap of heavy scrap can crush it.

Instinct wonders if that did the trick. The armour looked pretty tough...

Before the question can be answered, the lights go off. Then on. Then off again. Instinct hears three wall panels open, and sees three-- no, FOUR pairs of eyes glowing at him. This is going to be a long day...

'*KKKKKRCK* Oh, sh--SHHHHKK*'

Instinct activates the heat vision and sees that there are three creatures coming into the room... One is small and slithering. One is taller, a long snout and tail, but walking on its hind legs. The last one is a two-headed beast. Well, this should be fun...

The lights come back on, and several panels from above open, turret guns descending and misfiring in dozens of directions. Instinct reactivates the normal vision. There is a snake, an anthropomorphic crocodile, and a fox with two heads. Instinct challenges them to come closer.

They make the mistake of accepting the challenge.

Instinct dances around them, dodging the pellets and bullets as they all simultaneously charge. The two-headed fox is fastest, but clumsy; its vision impaired by the extra set of eyes that throw its depth perception and placement off. It misses Instinct by a mile, running straight past him. The crocodile runs on his stubby little legs with a gurgling snarl. He goes for Instinct, but is shot in the face and a pellet strikes his eye. The snake is swift, slithering straight for him and lunging. Instinct jumps over the serpent and lands atop the bigger reptile. He grabs onto the crocodile's mouth, gripping the jaw and pulling hard, making the mouth go wider and wider and --

SNAP! CRACK!

The croc falls to the floor, Instinct having broken its jaw.

The fox(es) lunge at Instinct again, snarling and yapping and barking. It misses yet again and runs into the wall.

The snake curls back and goes to attack, jumping up and snapping at him, fangs dripping with venom. Instinct grabs it by the neck, but it slithers out and coils around his throat, choking him. He grips it as tightly as he can, but it keeps slipping out of his grip... The fox returns and jumps once more at Instinct.

Instinct holds the snake's body out and the fox rams into it, snapping his teeth into the serpent's slim body and clamping down hard.

The reptile hisses in anger and throbbing pain, releasing its hold on Instinct's throat and wriggling around to get free. While the two mutants are distracted, Instinct turns his tail into a spiked mace and rams it into the chest of the fox. The poor, pathetic animal is struck down.

The serpent manages to wriggle itself free, bleeding profusely and incredibly infuriated. It turns back to Instinct.

From behind him, the pile of scrap metal starts to move. The armadillo emerges, the armour having protected it.

From ahead, the snake.

From behind, the armadillo.

They both leap forwards.

Instinct must act fast.

He ducks quickly and barely manages to miss the serpent, grabbing it by the tail and swinging it round, throwing it straight at the diseased armadillo.

The snake bites the armadillo on the neck, filling it with venom while ingesting the victim's poison. Both miserable creatures fall to the floor. The turrets start to deactivate and slide back into the ceiling.

Instinct exhales deeply, hoping that no more monsters will come in --

Another panel opens. Of course.

But the eyes are different. The smell is, too. It smells like...

Human.

A large, lumbering figure makes its way into the room, groaning miserably. Instinct's eyes go wide.

Human...

The human stares at Instinct. It growls low and angrily.

'*SCCSRRRSH* -- Wait, what is this?! -- test subject -- meant to take them down to the basement for surgery -- storage room -- Get them out of there before he kills it!! *KKKSHKSH*'

Instinct growls low. There is something different about this creature... it is susceptible. It doesn't think for itself. It takes orders...

Instinct/Mikey can feel some strange connection between themselves and this odd malformed human. He recognizes a smell. It matches one of his own... the biggest smell. Krang smell. Mikey doesn't know what that smell means yet. But Instinct knows. Instinct knows all.

Instinct knows that this human smells like krang.

Instinct clicks at the creature. He growls a command at it, testing something...

The human turns its head. It peers at Instinct carefully. Instinct clicks again. The human sits down.

'*KRRSH* ...What the...?'

Instinct/Mikey commands the krangified human to follow his bidding, ordering it to slink back into the hole from whence it came. The creature does. Instinct/Mikey watches as it sits in the dark, waiting. When it tries to come back out, he snarls at it, and the krangified human slinks back into its room.

Soon enough, the panel slips closed, and the door opens behind Instinct. Three scientists rush in, followed by practically an armada of guards.

The scientist known as 'Dr. Timothy' runs to the front with 'Dr. Chaplin', and the two stare in shock and awe at all the carnage and wreckage. But Instinct feels they are more concerned with how he controlled the mutated human...

Dr. Chaplin smiles.

"Well, I think this is something we can use..."

.

.

.

Donnie stares at Mikey, the box turtle's tongue hanging over his lip in that silly expression he would make on occasion before the mutation happened. The 'blep', he called it.

Mikey sits in front of the giant horde with the biggest grin on his face, beaming as if he'd just shown them how he'd trained a new puppy to roll over. He is somehow oblivious to the horrific danger he was just in...

Leo steps forward nervously and starts to pull Mikey away from the krangified crowd.

Mikey is confused. Didn't he do a good job? Aren't they proud of him? Are they still mad at him?

They don't look mad. They look scared. Scared of the horde, and scared of...

Mikey?

Monster.

Mikey churrs at Leo, furrowing his brow anxiously.

"Lllleee-oh? Why Leo s-s-scared-d-d? Mikey do good?"

"Y-you did... uh, you did good, you did great," Leo stutters, not looking at him but keeping his gaze glued to the zombie mob. "April, Cass, I'm going to open a portal now. You take Mikey, drop him off and grab the formula."

Leo sounds so scared. His voice is soft and chilled and shaky. His arms wobble as he carefully drags Mikey away. Mikey doesn't want Leo to be mad at him again, so he follows his directions. Leo's hands shake as he slices the air and creates a blue portal. Mikey is led through the blue light, and instantaneously finds himself in the lair again!

Casey is pacing back and forth with a phone in his ear as he redials the guys. He yipes when the trio jump in.

"Come on, pick up, pick-- Ah!! What -- Mikey?! How, what, I was just calling Leo --"

Casey stiffens when he sees Cassandra. Mikey notices this, but the others are moving quickly and are focused on their mission and don't pay any mind to him.

Mikey sniffs around, confused. How did he get back to the lair so fast? The sensation from the portal is familiar, and Mikey's mind foggily recollects a memory of him and Leo jumping through these blue things a lot...

April and the other human Cass rush away to Donnie's lab, leaving Mikey alone in the halls with Casey, who slowly creeps to him and starts to check him over as he scolds him.

"Mikey, what were you thinking running off like that? I was worried sick, I thought you might've gotten lost, or recaptured, or hurt -- and what was I supposed to do when Leo came and saw you were gone?! They already hate me here, they're too scared of me to talk to me like I'm a normal person, and now I'm the guy who almost lost their brother --"

Casey freezes, realizing he's said too much.

"Uh... don't, please don't repeat any of that to the guys. I just... I'm struggling to fit in here, and I lost the one most important thing to this family. I'd get disowned if I wasn't already estranged to them..."

Mikey chirps at him sadly, nuzzling his beak against Casey's chest.

"S-s-sooor-r-r-ry..."

Casey sniffles and hugs him.

"It's okay, Mikey. Just... don't ever do that again?"

Mikey beeps at him with a nod.

Cass and April run past the two of them, carrying several boxes of glowing blue vials.

"We'll be right back, just gotta take care of something!" April shouts as they go through the portal again.

It stays open, and Mikey wants to see what they're going to do --

But Casey pulls hims away softly, saying something about needing to clean him up from the mud on his claws.

Mikey is taken to the bathroom, his hands and feet cleaned until they hear the clambering of feet against stone. The others have finished with whatever it was that was so important and returned. Mikey skedaddles out of the bathroom and greets them happily, if not a bit nervously. He thinks they may still be a bit sore about his escape...

But they don't look mad, they all look tired and wrung out. Donnie's hands are stained with glowing blue.

"...That giant squirt gun you made with your ninpo was perfect, Dee," Leo compliments, stretching his back out. "It got pretty much all of em at once..."

"Yes, well, I need to go and wash this toxic elixir off of my hands..."

Mikey runs up to Leo with a happy chirp and rubs his face against his fingers. Leo strokes his head gently.

"Hey, Mikey. Glad to see you're okay... we're gonna have a talk about you running out, though."

Mikey whimpers, but is relieved that Leo's anger and scoldings will be over soon. The sooner the better. He wants Leo to be happy with him again... He doesn't like the sadness that hangs around him, it reminds him too much of... of... of what?

Nevermind, it doesn't remind him of anything at all. He just doesn't like it.

Mikey then goes to Raph, asking for head pats from him, too. Raph smiles and rubs his thumb across Mikey's forehead.

"That was pretty impressive, big man," he chuckles. "I didn't know you could do that... How did he do that, Donnie?"

Mikey runs over to his third brother, circling around him and asking for head pats as the genius does his best to explain hypotheses and theories.

"Well, it seems that Mikey's... erm, 'leading genome' allows for him to sort of... control the others that also carry the same genome. My guess is that Mikey could be something like... the alpha male of the species."

"Alpha male?" Raph asks. "So, they saw him as the leader of the pack?"

Mikey whines quietly, waiting for Donnie's headpats. He lifts his head up to nuzzle against his fingers.

"I think so," Donnie says. "I'd have to do some more studies of the DNA sample, and I'd much prefer--"

"AAAAGH!"

The room is struck silent as Mikey screams in pain, pulling away from Donnie's stained hands, the glowing blue liquid sizzling against Mikey's forehead. He tries to wipe it away, but it burns his hands. Mikey screams and cries, the others screaming in chorus as they rush to help. April wipes the toxins off with her sleeve, Leo runs to his aid and inspects the injuries, Raph goes to pick him up and carry him somewhere safe, Casey goes to get water and rags, Donnie reels back and keeps his hands far away from his brother, Cass helps to direct them all and keep the calm.

Mikey sobs as his hands smoke softly, the blue liquid like acid against his skin. The burning against his head continues, the pain immense. It's searing through him, reverberating throughout himself. Casey Jr. returns and helps Leo start treating the wounds, cleaning the remaining smudges away with water as quickly as possible. The acid is gone, but the pain lingers for eternity. Mikey is lost in the deafening sound of everyone shouting orders at each other, everyone touching him at once, lifting him up and carrying him away.

Mikey squeezes his eyes shut and cries, the tears seeping through as the burning lingers...

Just stay still. Let it happen. Let it happen, and let it linger, then it will end. Just let it happen...

Mikey is laid down on a table or a bed, he's not sure. Leo commands the room, giving orders and instructions that Mikey doesn't understand. Salves and ointments are applied. A sharp stinging starts in his forehead where the burn is, the same sting pricks his hand. The sting fades, as does the burn. Mikey's head and hand go numb. His claw is swathed and a bandage pressed against his head.

As the doctoring continues, the room quiets and calms...

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.

.

Mikey's wrists are locked into place. He cries and weeps. He knows it won't change anything. He knows they won't understand, or won't care...

Needles are pressed deep into his skull. Injections are made.

Tiny wires are set against his arms. They shock him, over and over and over again.

Syringes dig deep into his chest. Fluid fills him up, burning his intestines like fire.

Someone grabs a scalpel and begins to make incisions. Blood leaks from the open wound.

Something pink and wriggling is shoved onto him, into him. It integrates into his flesh, becoming one with him. It crawls under his skin, it crawls into his mouth, his eyes, his nostrils. He suffocates from it. He gags on it. He chokes from it. It won't kill him. But it sure wants to see him suffer...

Mikey hates this. Mikey hates himself. If he weren't him, maybe he wouldn't be punished like this...

Mikey lets it happen. There's no point in fighting, it will just make it worse. Mikey just lets them hurt him, slice him, change him, kill him. Mikey lets the pain etch away at his mind, scraping him away piece by piece. Destroying him.

Mikey waits for the pain to end.

It never does.

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Leo wipes the tears from Mikey's face, trying to calm him down.

"I'm so sorry, bud. I know it hurts," Leo whimpers.

Leonardo wants to cry so badly. He wants to sob. He wants to scream and shout out his pain and frustrations at the universe for letting this happen to him, to Mikey, to everyone --

"This is my fault," Donnie moans. "I should have realized that the formula would hurt him. I should have been more careful. I should have --"

"I shouldn't have let him escape," Casey interjects. "If anything, it's my fault for letting my guard down..."

"No," Leo corrects. "if I'd just stayed behind, or had Raph or Donnie stay behind, then he would have been okay, he wouldn't have run off. If I'd -- if I'd been better, smarter, s-stronger... I..."

"It's no one's fault but mine," Raph weeps quietly. "I took him to the TCRI building in the first place. I did this. It's my fault."

"Oh please," Cass scoffs. "All this blame game is getting ridiculous! You all did the best you could! You made mistakes, sure, so WHAT?! It's not like you intentionally tried to hurt him! You're all so focused on what you did wrong that you can't focus on how to make it right or how to move past it!"

The three turtle boys stare wide-eyed at Cassandra Jones.

"If you want things to get better, act like they will! And soon enough they will! Half of this whole thing is a mind game you play with yourself! Do you want to lose?! No! Do you think that after I quit the Foot, I moped around like a pathetic weakling?! NO!! I knew that my mistakes were big, but I could work past them and make up for everything! I could do something amazing if I put my mind to it, and I am! So stop acting like there's nothing you can do to change things, and start actually changing things! Starting with your perspective!"

The boys hang their heads sheepishly. Casey stares at his future mother in amazement.

"Yeah... Cassie's right," Raph mumbles. "We can't keep focusing on what we did wrong. We need to move forwards, not backwards."

"Darn right, I'm right!" Cass whoops. "I'm always right! HAH!"

Raph smiles and chuckles softly. Leo sighs and sits besides Mikey, rubbing his face as the baby brother finally relaxes.

"Okay. Move forward. Got it."

Donnie's gazes diverts to an empty corner of the room as he ponders a few things. He ponders how this mutation is far beyond what he expected. He ponders how everyone -- his brothers, Splinter, April, Mikey, everyone -- is counting on him to reverse the process.

He ponders how he's been pondering all night, every night.

He ponders how this is not his area of expertise; he's the tech guy! Sure, he know some science facts, he knows a few trivia tidbits about animals and stuff, but not enough to reverse engineer a cure all by himself! He ponders how he has no idea what to do or where to start.

He ponders about going backwards... back to the beginning. To the first mutation.

Donnie leaves the room and pulls out his phone...

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Draxum is in the process of remodeling his home lab. After the events of the invasion, Draxum managed to help protect the Yokai from the krang dogs that made their way down into the Hidden City, and in doing so cleared his name and reputation. As a reward, his criminal record has been expunged.

He directs several Yokai on how to repair his ancestral home and build four additions for his surrogate sons. He is secretly eager to see Michelangelo's reaction to the room he has planned for him... whenever he gets back, that is. They told him about the mission gone awry. Draxum had offered to 'take care of' the humans in the building, but they'd declined. Ah well. Some other time, then. But it has been a little over a week or so since then, and Draxum has received no word...

Draxum's human communication device known as a 'cell phone' begins to buzz. It is Donatello. Draxum answers.

"Yes? What do you need?" Draxum asks plainly.

Donatello only ever calls him if he needs something.

"Hey," he mumbles through the speakers. "What are you doing now?"

"Rebuilding my lab from the last time it was blown up," Draxum grumbles. "By, who was it -- oh yes... you and your family."

"Draxum--"

"Of course, I'm willing to let that slide, since my goals at the time were less than cordial or moral. By some standards."

"Drax."

"Although, I'm sure it weighs on you and your brothers that you single-handedly destroyed the home and livelihood of one whom you might consider a mentor, or creator. So, if you wanted to repay old debts, you could always come and help --"

"DRAXUM!" Donnie yells, then sighs with deep exhaustion. "Would you... like to come and see Mikey?"

Draxum pauses.

"...He is home?"

"Yeah, we got him back two nights ago. He's recovering. I texted you about this."

"I have no idea what a text is," Draxum groans. "But yes, I would like to greet him."

"Okay. But before you come, I need to let you in on a few things," Donnie says quickly. "Mikey has gone through a tremendous amount of trauma, and will most likely not recognize you. And you will probably not recognise him at first, either. Be careful, be gentle, speak softly. Secondly..."

Donnie pauses.

"...I need you to bring everything you have on genetic studies and mutations."

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[stilltrails]

🤣🤣🤣

Me, a Catholic when Mary asks me to prove I'm a true Catholic by saying the "pater noster" and all I know is the Latin name for dogs

I hope all the Catholic Mary I fans know she'd probably burn us because rarely any of us can speak fluent Latin lol

[ironwoodwolves]

I Am a Wolf

Very simple declaration, that. Except for how it isn't. To explain, let me deconstruct this statement a little.

I am a wolf. I have always been a wolf. For me, my wolf theriotypes (yes, multiple, I have two) are past lives. I remember them, if only very vaguely. That noemata is part of why it took me close to 15 years to figure out I had two wolf theriotypes, not just one. I'm a Canadian timber wolf and an African golden wolf. Those are two very different environments and two very different wolves. Different species, in fact. Species, not just subspecies. Canis lupus and Canis lupaster. Specifically Canis lupus occidentalis and, I suspect, Canis lupaster anthus. I realized long ago, before I had a word for the experience, that I was a wolf. Once I found the therian community, 17 years ago now, I began to look at that more seriously.

I am part of a system. I am one of the older alters. All of us are in some way canine. Most of us are wolves, though we have a coyote and a human/wolf hybrid among our numbers. When I realized about three years ago that I was part of a system, it really shook me and my sense of my identity. I found out that we have a pair of siblings, one a wolf extranth and the other a wolf therian, who have been around for quite a long time, too. And I began to doubt myself and my wolf-ness. Was I really a wolf? Or did my subconscious just make that up as part of hiding the system from me? After all, my timber wolf matches up rather well with what the wolf extranth is and what the wolf therian identifies as. Maybe I had misinterpreted?

I have decided I don't care. I am a wolf. I have known nearly my entire life that that's what I am. I don't know why. I don't know if maybe I've misconstrued source/exo-memories from my headmates as being my own. But I've decided I don't care.

I am a wolf because I have decided that I am. Even if my exo-memories aren't really mine at all, I don't care. I do not care. I am a wolf. That's such a foundational part of my identity. Being a wolf is who I am. It's an immutable part of me. I was so excited when I came across the therian community (which was separate from the other "identify-as" communities at the time, hence my distinction), because finally, here were others like me! I was a wolf and these were people who wouldn't think I was crazy for it. Later, I would find that I'm part of the otherkin community (again, in the original, separate definition) and it would become a point of self-doubt. But at this point in my life, 17 years into my journey as part of the alterhuman community, I no longer care.

So maybe I'm a wolf because of past lives. Maybe I'm a wolf because I'm mistaking my headmates' memories as my own. Either way, I choose to accept who I am. I choose to accept my lupiness. I am a wolf because I choose to embrace that part of me, no matter how that came about. All that matters is that I am a wolf.

-🎵

[thecornercat]

The "Dire Wolf"

(Italian version under the cut)

Colossal Biosciences, a Texas-based company specializing in genetic de-extinction, has announced the birth of three dire wolf pups.

The dire wolf, or aenocyon, is a prehistoric wolf that has been extinct for 13,000 years and which inhabited North America and is famous for its appearance in Game of Thrones. But was it really brought back to life?

Colossal researchers have reconstructed the wolf genome from a 13,000-year-old tooth and a 72,000-year-old skull's DNA. They then made 20 changes to 14 genes from gray wolves giving them features such as a broader head, larger teeth, and a thick, pale coat. The resulting embryos were implanted into dog surrogate mothers.

There is no shortage of critics, who point out the researchers have simply created modified gray wolves, rather than having "revived" the species, given that the genetic base remains that of the gray wolf, while the dire wolf is a species in itself. Despite this, the team calls it the "first de-extinction in the world".

The achievement comes more than 20 years after the scientists revived a Pyrenean ibex that had survived only a few minutes, while two of the three wolf cubs (Romulus and Remus) are now six months old, and one (Khaleesi) is two months old, according to the New York Times.

Il "dire wolf"

Colossal Biosciences, azienda texana specializzata in de-estinzione genetica, ha annunciato la nascita di tre cuccioli di 'dire wolf'.

Il dire wolf, o enocione, è un lupo preistorico estinto da 13.000 anni, che abitava il Nord America, famoso per la sua comparsa in Game of Thrones. Ma è davvero stato riportato in vita?

I ricercatori di Colossal hanno ricostruito il genoma del lupo a partire dal DNA prelevato da un dente di 13.000 anni fa e da un cranio di 72.000 anni fa. Hanno poi apportato 20 modifiche in 14 geni di lupi grigi, conferendogli caratteristiche come una testa più larga, denti più grandi e un mantello spesso e chiaro. Gli embrioni creati sono stati impiantati in madri surrogate di cani.

Non mancano i critici, che sottolineano come i ricercatori abbiano semplicemente creato dei lupi grigi modificati, piuttosto che aver "resuscitato" la specie, considerando che la base genetica resta sempre quella del lupo grigio, mentre il dire wolf è una specie a sè. Nonostante ciò il team la definisce la "prima de-estinzione al mondo".

Il risultato avviene più di 20 anni dopo che gli scienziati hanno riportato in vita lo stambecco dei Pirenei, sopravvissuto solo pochi minuti, mentre dei tre cuccioli di lupo, due (Romolo e Remo) hanno ora sei mesi, e una (Khaleesi) ne ha due, secondo il New York Times.

[zzsleeplxss]

RANDOM FACTS ABT WOLVES‼️‼️

wolves run on their toes, not pads, which helps them to stop and turn quickly!!

a wolf pups eyes are blue at birth, when they reach 6 weeks old, their eyes change to their adult color.

wolves, surprisingly don’t make good guard dogs! they are naturally afraid of the unfamiliar and will hide from visitors rather than bark or attack.

under certain situations, wolves can hear for as far as 6 miles in the forest, and 10 in the open tundra!

a wolf can run up to 20 miles (?), and 8 while swimming.

in the 1600's Ireland was called "Wolf-land" because it had so many wolves!!

recent scientists suggest labelling a wolf "Alpha" or "Omega" is misleading, because alpha wolves are simply parent wolves.

wolves communicate with facial expressions!

where there are wolves, there are often Ravens - they often follow wolves to grab left overs from a hunt as a way to tease them!!

biologists have found that wolves will respond to humans imitating their howls.

the biological name for wolves is Canis Lupis! (also why in harry potter, werewolf Remus has the last name Lupin, i think?)

Not all grey wolves are actually grey, they can be black, white or a mix of colours.

a wolfs howl is not directed at the moon, they actually use it for long distance communication!!

a wolf pup will learn to walk at about 2 weeks old!

on average, an adult wolf will have about 42 teeth.

the north western wolf is the biggest type of wolf!

[angelap3]

Non innamoratevi mai di una donna che ama e conosce i cani. Lei è pazza.

Lei crede nell’amore vero.

Crede che tornando da lavoro ci sia qualcuno che nonostante la giornata pesante sia lì, ad aspettarla per baciarla.

Crede che un buon piatto o una passeggiata all’aperto possa rendere felice.

Crede fermamente che come i lupi, il suo compagno possa amare veramente per tutta la vita.

Lei, stupidamente, ama ascoltare infiniti silenzi.

Ti insegnerà come trovare la felicità in una carezza. Come esaltare la semplicità delle piccole cose. Come la vita quando c’è un branco affiattato possa anche piegarti, ma non riuscirà mai a spezzarti.

Lei crede che la fedeltà non sia un dovere, ma una cosa naturale.

Non innamorati mai di una donna che ama i cani.

Sa capire prima che tu glielo dica se c’è qualcosa che non va.

Scopre cose che neanche tu sapevi proprio come un segugio.

Sa essere dolce come un cucciolo ma combattiva come un lupo.

Lei ha scoperto cose dai cani che aveva letto solo nelle favole e pretende di ritrovarle in te.

Quindi se non ne sei all’altezza non entrare mai a far parte della sua vita.

Sa perdonare ma non riesce a dimenticare. E se ti ci innamori, sappi che sei fottuto, perché potrai provare a dimenticarla, ma continuerai a cercarla negli occhi di tutte le altre.

Non innamorati di una donna che conosce i cani, ti mancheranno i suoi silenzi, i suoi danni, ti mancherà la sua presenza fatta di piccoli gesti. Dei più insensati. Perché l’amore di un cane è la perfezione, e lei, cercherà di trovarlo. Ma senza ombra di dubbio, sarà in grado di donarlo.

autore sconosciuto

(verissimo ❤️)

[pollydoodles]

Masterlist

So it turns out I've written quite a lot over the years.

If you're interested in wintershock/shieldshock/buffy crossovers/general MCU mischief, check below:

WinterShock

Series

The Pizza Dog Chronicles

pizza dog

/ pitsə dɒɡ /

noun

a domesticated (mostly) carnivorous omnivorous four legged mammal, supposedly related to the common wolf (canis lupis), typically be found in one of two places: the kitchen, or any other place where food is. not a cat.

(18 Fics - and counting)

The Wider Pizza-Verse

These are all set within the world that Pizza Dog inhabits, but he is not the main focus of these stories, which instead concentrate on the burgeoning relationship between Bucky Barnes & Darcy Lewis.

(13 Fics - and counting)

A Small Slice of Life

Excerpts and outtakes from the Pizza-verse.

Some behind the scenes stuff, some alternate looks, some expansions on scenarios detailed in Pizza Dog Chronicles.

(3 Fics)

50 Ways to Meet Your Lover

50 different ways that Bucky meets Darcy.

(3 Fics - and counting)

Non-Series

When We Collide (We Come Together)

Wakanda has been compromised.

Steve Rogers, no longer Captain America and now an internationally wanted criminal, manages with the help of King T'Challa to remove James Buchanan Barnes before things go completely south.

Rogers leaves him with the only person he realistically can. Darcy Lewis.

Barnes, awakened prematurely from cryo-sleep and still missing one arm as well as his sense of humour, is not impressed.

The Only Logical Solution

Bucky's pining after a girl. Darcy wishes the guy she's gone on would notice her. Somehow, there's only one logical solution.

(Warning : Explicit)

The Working Girl's Guide to Taming Your Imaginary Boyfriend

Jane, who was only trying to help - honest - inadvertently stitches Darcy up. Darcy, who's never been known to back down from a challenge, runs with it. Awkwardly.

Bucky Barnes doesn't know what's about to hit him.

You & Me (We Gotta Whole Lotta History)

When Jane is summoned by Tony Stark to work alongside the Avengers, Darcy tags along but after a workplace accident finds herself thrown back and forth against her will through history. In the present timeline, Steve struggles with the Winter Soldier and what may or may not be left of Bucky within the hollow shell that haunts him. In the past, Darcy struggles to reconcile the man she meets across space and time with the assassin that arrives at the tower strapped to a gurney with armed guards afraid to let him out of their sight.

Back in Black (with @wunderlass)

Bucky’s the mysterious newcomer to Ramsay Street and everyone thinks he’s bad for Darcy. This is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Australian soap opera style.

Advent

advent ˈadv(ə)nt,-vɛnt/ noun noun: advent; plural noun: advents; noun: Advent Old English, from Latin adventus ‘arrival’, from advenire, from ad- ‘to’ + venire ‘come’.

1. the arrival of a notable person or thing.

L-O-V-E (Love the Way You Give it to Me)

Bucky arrives home late after a mission as Captain America. Darcy's promised to wait up for him. (Explicit)

Ever After

When Bucky prevents little Darcy Lewis from breaking a limb or two as she falls down the stairs, he's unprepared for what the bump on her head that he was unable to stop will bring them both.

All That Hocus Pocus

Darcy Lewis does a good deed, and rescues a cat from outside her local grocers. All she wanted was to be a good person, and maybe catch up with the other, more traditional, witches. She's in for a nasty shock.

A Twist in the Tale

Darcy's helping out whilst Jane does her bit to promote STEM to a class of little girls. They've been tasked with 'Adopt a Soldier', a program that organises letters and care packages to soldiers serving overseas. In the meantime, Jane's working hard on the Einstein-Rosen Bridge theory and when it becomes practical then the program changes quite significantly.

Do Not Count the Candles (But Notice the Light They Give)

He’s disappeared.

It’s his birthday party, the one that Stark insisted on throwing for him, and he’s just gone. Vanished like hot breath on a mirror, there and then gone, no trace left behind. No one else, she thinks, has noticed yet. Steve will, give it another ten minutes maybe and he’ll look up from the pool table where Sam is currently kicking his ass, and he’ll realise that Bucky is nowhere to be seen.

Spellbound

Halloween is 'Come As You Aren't' night; and Bucky's trying out something else for size. (Explicit)

Do You Want to Play a Game?

It had been Barton’s idea.

His idea, and his grey eyes crinkled and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked over at Natasha whilst explaining it. The game, he said, was called Assassins.

Natasha’s right eyebrow raised at that, but she made no other comment.

Stark, also looking over at Romanoff, grinned. “Continue, Legolas.”

Shieldshock

Series

Perfect Storm

Having suffered a long week together in a tiny safe house in the Scottish Highlands, Darcy and Steve are trapped for another night when the weather turns on them. (Explicit)

Non-Series

Baby Mama

What to do when your best friend has the world's cutest baby, and your biological clock suddenly starts ticking loud enough for the whole Avengers tower to hear? (Explicit)

If You're Looking for Someone (To Write Your Breakup Songs About)

Steve Rogers is a shitty boyfriend. And Darcy Lewis is - finally - going to do something about that.

Pennies & Dimes (For a Kiss)

Steve has the bright idea of selling kisses for charity. Jane's not certain why Darcy's not jumping at the chance.

0800-DRCY-LWS

Steve Rogers dials an epic wrong number; but maybe – just maybe – it was the right number all along.

Ain't Dead Yet

It's an otherwise quiet day in the Wild West when Miss Darcy Lewis seeks out one James Buchanan Barnes, he's fully intending to take the drink she's paid for and leave her be. But a wedge of cash turns his head, and suddenly Barnes is forming a man hunt to track down the fella that shot Lewis' father. Only problem is, Barnes isn't the quick draw he used to be, not after that accident.

Enter one Steve Rogers; decent marksman, preacher's son and all around upstanding citizen. Lewis & Barnes are about to change his entire world view. (Explicit)

Today's Special

Of all the diners in all of New York, he had to walk into hers. (Explicit)

Walk Me to the Water, Wash Away My Sins

Steve Rogers goes to church every Sunday to absolve his sins, even if he does it out of habit and duty more than faith these days. He finds that there are other ways to atone when he's on his knees. (Explicit)

Little White Lies

Steve Rogers has a problem with the Fourth of July. Darcy helps him end it with a bang. (Explicit)

In The Dark of the Night

Darcy's troubled by nightmares. Steve has a solution. (Explicit)

Diversion

The Avengers have to perform some clean up in London; it doesn't go entirely as expected. Steve's got a few things on his mind, not least of which is one Darcy Lewis. But before he can possibly address that, he has to contend with Thor's left over Frost Beast, the implications of calling in a bomb threat and the Metropolitan Police force.

Denial

Steve doesn't think he's allowed to have the things he wants. (Explicit)

Distraction

Darcy Lewis is bored. Steve Rogers has a serious crush. And Hawkeye always hits his target, even when hammered. (Explicit)

Slayerverse

These Endless Days (Are Finally Ending in a Blaze)

Following the events of Civil War, the Avengers are disbanded, scattered and in hiding - and not coping all that well. The rise of anti-superhuman feeling continues, and it's not only the Avengers who are feeling the effects. Steve Rogers and team are about to discover a whole other world, and with it comes what might be the biggest threat they've ever faced.

Photograph

When the chips are down, Steve knows a guy who can help.

Fun General Fics

Justice is Blonde

The United States vs Bucky Barnes.

The Winter Soldier is called to account for his crimes. He needs a miracle. He needs a decent lawyer. He needs Elle Woods. He just doesn't know it yet.

The Lemon is in Play

Steve takes a dim view when the team want to play games on missions. They don't take an awful lot of notice ...

Old Dogs, New Tricks

Spotting a loophole, a flaw in their logic and ruthlessly exploiting it, Bucky enthusiastically signs up for a senior citizenship offered by Stark Industries science division. Steve has little option but to sign up with him.

The Wrong Kind of Service

Bucky's therapist suggests he gets a service dog. It doesn't really work out that way, for anyone involved.

Do a Good Turn Daily

Steve returns to the tower every Thursday evening, looking like he’s been fighting the Nazis again.