#ferocious animals

[the-angry-acrobat]

fight like hell to survive, and don’t give up. find the beast in you. now is the time to get ferocious

[animalsandanimals]

Wolverine

“The wolverine [also known as a carcajou] has a reputation for ferocity and strength out of proportion to its size, with the documented ability to kill prey many times larger than itself.” (Wikipedia)

The greatest number of wolverines are found in northern Canada, Alaska, the Nordic countries, western Russia and Siberia.

[not-an-alien-scientist]

Human: Hi Buddy!! AWWW DRAGON! COME ON DRAGON!! *gives all the pets*

Alien: ..... that is a carnivore that can bite at 1,100 psi force .... why are you calling it buddy

Human: Oh hooo hoo what is that *scritches* huh?

Hyena: *jumps*

Alien: *alarmed* !!!!!!

Human: >:( no you can't have the camera

[catboygraveunboxing]

yinyang art dump because im obsessed with them (spoiler free)

[zondearts]

kibdy

[mugiwara-lucy]

What in the actual FUCK? 😂

That senile old fucker LITERALLY WANTS TO INVADE MEXICO. And that dumb bald meathead Tom Homan actually thinks Trump can win?? 🤣

Go read the full article down below but that dumb fucked up hairline twat WANTS DRONE STRIKES, AIRSTRIKES, DEPLOYING KILL TEAMS, WAGING CYBERWARFARE, HAVING AMERICAN SPECIAL FORCES CONDUCT RAIDS AND ABDUCTIONS OF NOTORIOUS CARTEL FIGURES....

....

THIS OLD FUCKER thinks President Claudia Sheinbaum is like those WEAK MAGA bitches like Alina Habba, Lara Trump and Marjorie Taylor Greene.

If he tries this; THIS is how things will go:

And the sad thing it's an INSULT to compare Orochimaru to Grandpa "Grab 'Em By the Pussy!" since Orochimaru is actually LIKABLE.

Not only will this backfire SEVERLY, but ALL this will do is alienate America and make NONE of our allies trust us. But at least we'll have North Korea, Russia and China 🙄

And I thought this was the "No Wars!" president who would "bring World Peace" like the MAGAts like to say.

I HOPE he invades Mexico and they take him out along with those JD Vance, Stephen Miller, Tom Homan, Elon Musk and ESPECIALLY Marjorie Taylor Greene.

Add in RFK Jr for a bonus too!

What a fucking IDIOT.

Claudia Sheinbaum will make him cry like Kamala Harris did 😂

[bamfdaddio]

You there. Stop. Let me show you the best thing you're going to see all day:

It's Storm. Feeding hippos and capybaras. <3 You're welcome.

(From: Storm #2, by Murewa Ayodele and Lucas Werneck)

[tinykittygardencat]

ferocious

[bonefall]

Question: Since the mutation that makes sphynx cats nakey (their hair is fragile and sucks) can just happen at random. How would a Clan treat a nakey cat born among them? Could they make them a coat?

I think, at first, there would be concern that it's some kind of sign. Hairlessness looks like mange, a very serious and contagious condition. This could be a terrible omen-- that mange will be brought down to us.

But it would become apparent the kitten isn't a fader, it isn't a StarClan warrior who came down to deliver the others, or a mere sign. It's pink and wrinkled, like a newborn rodent, but moves as the other kits do. Did StarClan... forget its fur?

There's another feared creature without any fur-- humans. It looks human.

I think the poor thing would have a lot of problems with the other cats its age and maybe the more superstitious members of the Clan, but a warrior of the Clan is a warrior of the Clan. Life would be harder for them, but there would still be love that exists.

They'd be capable of making them a coat, and they WOULD need it, but I can see that cat trying to go without it for fear of being made fun of. That's another thing humans do-- wear pelts all over themselves because they have no fur of their own.

Unfortunately they'd also be prone to a ton of really bad health problems. This poor guy would be in the Cleric's den a lot, and may need to retire early or focus on campbound activities.

Health problems;

Pelt is a LOT weaker; injuries from battle or even training would be a lot more severe, Cleric may recommend them not taking part in fights.

Skin becomes filthy, and needs special cleaning. There is no fur to absorb the oil that the skin naturally makes to keep the coat healthy, causing buildup.

Even with proper cleaning, the skin is super prone to rashes, lesions, and constant irritation. Wash TOO MUCH and the skin will become dry and chapped.

SUNBURN. Especially in WindClan, where the warrior might spend a lot of time on the open moor in daylight, and RiverClan, where light reflecting off the water could cause an intense burn. It would be recommended the warrior take night shifts, but this could be an issue because night is cold. (BB!Cats are crepuscular).

Additionally; such severe, uniquely-placed sunburns are something Clerics wouldn't see very often. Lack of medical experience with these sorts of injuries could prove dangerous.

Ear infections. Cats naturally have hair in their ears, which their earwax production accounts for.

Both heatstroke AND frostbite. Very bad temperature regulation leading to severe ailments. Fur helps stabilize body temperature.

So in conclusion...

Life would be very difficult for this individual. Fur isn't just full-body hair; it's almost as fundamental as a top layer of skin. This would be a serious disability for a Clan cat to have, and it may invoke the image of detested humans leading to social stigmatization.

But because they're clanborn, they are unambiguously a member of the Clan. It's likely that the Clan would make clothing for this warrior out of fur pelts, but in their struggle with internalized ableism, they might have conflicted feelings about wearing it.

The Cleric would recommend campbound activities, night shifts, and WEARING YOUR PELT, DAMN IT. They would need to take full baths every few days, not too much and not too little, plus frequent ear cleanings.

[king-k-ripple]

This is Natsuki’s spirit animal. Smol and adorable, but also angry and ferocious. :

(Turn on sound)

[aammorbidccuriosity]

Bet you thought I was dead?? Well, sort of. Anyways, here's what I've been up to lately. You can find this handsome 'gal on my Redbubble https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/166421465?asc=u

[kimarisgundam]

^ can someone who reads the comics please verify if this is real 😭?? My friend sent this and refused to give context 😭. Why is he drinking water like this?? Is this photoshopped??

I can't believe she spent almost 2 months trying to get me to like Wolverine and hate this Sabretooth guy...

I can't bring myself to dislike him cos he looks like my cat. I think she's changing tactics and trying to prove Wolverine can out cat Sabretooth 😭

^ This started cos I main Wolverine in Marvel Rivals. I don't read the comics, and only watched a few Marvel movies 😅. I wasn't sure who he was, I just picked him cos I recognised him from the Deadpool and Wolverine movie she asked me to watch with her 😅... don't judge me >_<)

I'm actually already a fan of him now though. There really isn't a need to "indoctrinate" me any further 😅...

She got me to binge all the old X Men movies with her. I was so invested in his backstory that when she made me rewatch the Deadpool movie with her last week, I ugly cried and wanted to punch that time guy for calling him the "worst" Wolverine 🥲

[animalsandanimals]

Wolverine

Wolverines are fierce predators and usually live at high altitudes where females can burrow into the snow to give birth to their young.

[loveisinthebat]

A Skilled , Fluffy Flyer

[taddi-oh]

yes

or no

awaawa

[animatedhh-shenanigans]

HORRIBLE HISTORIES: FEROCIOUS FANFICS PRESENTS . . .

WARNING: This is my first fanfic so please be respectful ^^ Also I didn’t bother with writing Tudor language that’s just too hard :-P

CONTEXT: This fanfic centers around the Animated/Illustrated Horrible History characters (from HH Book cover characters to the CBBC Horrible Histories show). All the names, personalities, backstories, and more mentioned below are all fanon and created by me and a few friends.

CHARACTERS MENTIONED:

PLOT: Daring Daisy is left under the horrifying headsman’s care while her father attends a drill. Will Daisy be able to keep her head attached to her body while having to spend a day with the gruesome executioner ?

In the gloomy living room, Daisy would sit in one of the headsman's chairs and listen in on Ronnie and Chopsalot's conversation. Ronnie was right outside the door, going on about duties and his bossy captain. Chopsalot rested against the doorframe as they conversed. Daisy had never imagined meeting the headsman, even having heard about him from Ronnie on multiple occasions, yet the two chaps were very close. Daisy felt nervous; she could see the headsman's axe on display like a trophy as she looked about.

Daisy's eyes darted around the room as she shifted anxiously in the chair. She remained uneasy given that the headsman's axe on exhibit was a somber reminder of Chopsalot's brutal line of work. Despite herself, a tiny smile pulled at her lips as she observed Ronnie and Chopsalot talking in the doorway. If society didn't get in the way, Daisy would admit that the two could make an ideal pair. Looking at the way they gaze at one another, Daisy seemed somewhat eased by this amusing idea.

“Would ya look at the time, I think am runnin’ late.” With a glance at his wristwatch, Ronnie spoke. “Take care of Daisy for me, yeah ? She’s a good kid, don’t worry about her being rebellious.” As he left, Ronnie smiled, waved goodbye, and shot a wink to the headsman. Chopsalot’s smile remained stamped on his face even as he watched Ronnie leave.

Daisy watched Ronnie's retreating figure until he was out of sight, leaving the intimidating headsman with her alone. Uncertain of what to anticipate from Chopsalot now that they were alone, she shifted uneasily. To her astonishment, Chopsalot merely turned and gave her a confused glance.

“.. So err, Daisy ?” Chopsalot repeated her name and raised an eyebrow, as the headsman wasn't entirely certain if he got the young woman’s name right. Chopsalot still wasn’t used to the names from future generations. Daisy gave Chopsalot a timid smile and nodded. "That's right, I'm Daisy. It's .. uhm .. nice to meet you .. uhh,”

“Chopsalot,” The headsman nodded as he fiddled with his left sleeve, his hands seemed weary from all the axe handling. “Is he yer biological father ?”

"Oh no, he’s not my real father. But he's been like one to me, you know? Always looking out for me, even in the middle of all this war business." Daisy smiled wistfully as she shook her head. She paused, unsure of how much to divulge. "I guess you could say I don't really have any family left. Just Ronnie and... well, that's about it."

“.. Ah, aye.” It's best for Chopsalot to stop there. “If you need anything, tell me.” The headsman then grabbed a book to kill some time while he sat in the living-room reading chair near the window. He didn’t have any other hobbies except decapitating criminals, but that was more of a job than something to enjoy.

Was it safe for Daisy to ask all the questions she had ? Daisy bit her lip as she debated whether she ought to pose the question that had been on her mind. Curiosity overcame her, but she didn't want to insult the headsman. “Um, if you don't mind me asking... what's it like, y’know, being an executioner ?" She added hastily. "I mean, I don't want to pry or anything, I'm just trying to understand how you can chop off people’s heads and get on with your day ..."

The headsman peaked over his book, thinking of a response. “.. A messy job, I’ll say. At first you’ll be horrified for a while, but then on you’ll realize yer gettin’ rid of criminal scums.”

Daisy gently nodded, attempting to comprehend such a gory line of work. Even in cases where the condemned were guilty, she struggled to comprehend doing such a thing. “I suppose it must be tough, carrying that weight," Silently, she said. "If you could exchange your job for something else, what would you pick ?”

“I’m content with my job.” He reclined in his chair. “The king pays me handsomely.” He paused before adding. “But if I were forced to change my occupation … I guess being a butcher wouldn’t be so different from the job I have currently.”

Daisy furrowed her brow, considering Chopsalot's statements. A butcher seemed like a strange idea, but she figured it was not too far from being an executioner. Nevertheless, she was curious as to what motivated someone to assume such a sinister character. “Say, do you ever get lonely out here all by yourself ? I mean, it must be a bit isolating, doing what you do ..."

“It does.” Chopsalot held back. “.. Though ever since I met your father, he visits me quite a lot when he has the time.” He mutters a little laugh. “He always tries to convince me to get some fresh air, and perhaps a drink or two.” It showed that headsman has caught onto some phrases from Ronnie. Chopsalot's admission caused Daisy's heart to bloom. The lone executioner seems to have taken to Ronnie like a true friend. In the midst of the harsh reality of their life, she could imagine the two of them laughing and telling stories while clinking mugs in a warm pub. “And do you budge ?”

“He’s an irresistible man, I’ll tell you that.” His cheeks flushed slightly as the headsman took in what he had spoken. “What I meant was, he’s stubborn.” Chopsalot's tone contained a bit of fondness that made Daisy's grin. As she imagined Ronnie's determined charm eroding the tough executioner's barriers, she couldn't help but smile.

"Well, I'm glad he's been able to get you out of this gloomy old house once in a while," She spoke in a warmly manner. "Everyone deserves a bit of fun and companionship, even blokes like you."

“Aye, steady on.” The headsman said, somewhat upset by Daisy's remark about his house. It was a nice house, perhaps the young woman wasn’t familiar with what REAL houses look like. “Is this what they wear in your time ? It is quite .. interesting.” The headsman spoke with uncertainty in his tone. Suddenly self-conscious, the hippie looked down at her puffy vest and brightly colored top. She was aware that her fashion sense was somewhat unconventional in contrast to the dull Tudor attire. “Ah, yeah, this is pretty typical for my time," She gave a shrug. "We like to express ourselves through fashion, you know? Bright colors, bold patterns, things like that." She gave Chopsalot a cheeky smile while plucking at her vest. "I guess we're a lot more laidback about that sort of thing. No stuffy rules to follow."

Daisy went on, making dramatic hand gestures while she chattered. "It's all about individuality, man! Breaking free from the norm, you know? In my time, people are really starting to embrace their own unique style." She smiled wryly as she surveyed the dark, minimally furnished chamber. "Bit different from this place though, huh ? I bet you don't get many flower children passing through." Some of the phrases Daisy used were unfamiliar to Chops since they haven’t been invented yet in Tudor times. “Nay, I don’t think so.”

Daisy shook her head and giggled. "Nah, I figured. You lot seem to be pretty traditional around here."

“Course I am, who isn’t ?” Chopsalot shrugged.

Leaning forward in a plotting manner, Daisy grinned. "Well, maybe some folks are just born to march to the beat of their own drum, you know ? Like me and my friends back home. We're all about peace, love and good vibes." She leaned back and examined Chopsalot's expressionless face. "What about you, Chops ? Ever feel like breaking free from the norm ?"

“I think I am content with what I have.” Chopsalot rubbed his throat and answered in his typical grumbling voice. “You are beginning to sound like your father. I still don’t understand why he thinks that’s a suitable name for me.” The headsman was visibly unamused with the ridiculous name given by the soldier. Daisy giggled at Chopsalot's remark simply because she believed his sour attitude was funny. "Well, I call 'em like I see 'em, Chops !" She teased. "Besides, Ronnie and I have a special bond. He gets me, you know ?" Her eyes glistened with mischievous intentness as she leaned forward. "But I gotta say, your personality wasn’t nearly as scary as I thought you'd be. For an executioner, I mean."

“I can be scary if I want to,” He narrows his eyes towards the young woman. “I can be scary right now, though I don’t think your father would be too pleased if I frightened the living daylights out of you.”

Daisy laughed out loud, the tension easing from her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess he'd have your head for that, eh ?" She grinned while her dimples began to show. Growing serious, she studied the lines of Chopsalot's face. "You know, you've got a kind heart under that gruff exterior. I can tell."

“You can never be too sure.” Chopsalot attempted to hide the smile that was spreading across his face. People like this often irritated the headsman, but there was something unique about the gal. Daisy grinned, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, I'm sure, Chops. Call it intuition, but I've got a knack for seeing through people's facades." She leaned back in the wooden chair, crossing her legs casually. "So, what do you like to do for fun around here when you're not, you know, chopping heads off ?"

“I read.”

Daisy nodded, a slight frown tugging at her lips. It seemed like poor old Chopsalot didn't have much joy in his life beyond his grim duties. “Just read, huh ? That's a bit of a bummer, man." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Hey, maybe while I'm here, we could find some fun activities to pass the time. Ya know, take your mind off things for a bit."

She leaned forward, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "I've got some nifty ideas up my sleeve. Whaddya say, Chops ? Ready to break out of this dull routine and try something new ?"

Before the gruff headsman could hesitate the young hippie’s offer, Daisy waved off Chopsalot's hesitation with a dismissive hand. "Nonsense ! Live a little, Chops. I promise it'll be a blast !" Daisy started scavenging through her bag. Chopsalot stopped and sighed in exhaustion. He supposed exploring something new wouldn't hurt, but he was certain he wouldn't enjoy it. (Spoiler alert: he does.)

Daisy beamed, triumphant as she pulled out a colorful, knotted bracelet from her bag. "Alright, mate, let's start with something simple. How about you learn to make one of these groovy bracelets ?" She held out the bracelet, jingling it enticingly. "It's easy peasy, and you'll end up with a snazzy accessory to show off. Plus, it's a great way to relax and let your mind wander." Daisy scooted closer to Chopsalot, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Here, let me show you how it's done. Just follow my lead and before you know it, you'll be crafting like a pro !"

“I don’t think this’ll look good for my image as a headsman.” With his calloused fingers tinkering with the beads, Chopsalot spoke. Daisy shook her head and giggled. "Oh, don't be such a worrywart, Chops ! I think a tough guy like you rocking a handmade bracelet would be totally far out." She guided his fingers, helping him thread the colorful beads onto the string. "See ? You're getting the hang of it already ! Just let your creativity flow, man."

As they worked, Daisy chattered away, telling Chopsalot all about the latest fashions and trends from her time. "...And don't even get me started on bell-bottoms ! They're the bee's knees, I tell ya."

Chopsalot inserted each bead into the thread while he listened to Daisy, occasionally mumbling and repeating the new lingo he had picked up from the hippie. Though the color scheme wasn't as appealing, Chopsalot's bracelet looked okay for a beginner.

Daisy watched with an amused grin as Chopsalot clumsily threaded the beads, his large hands struggling with the delicate task. His color scheme was a bit of a mishmash, but she could see the concentration on his face as he focused on the intricate patterns. “Not bad for your first try, Chops !" The young hippie encouraged. "Keep at it, and soon you'll be a regular crafting guru."

Daisy noticed that as they worked together, she was becoming more at ease with Chopsalot. Sure, he was an executioner, but beneath his stern demeanor, he appeared to be a kind man. Perhaps even a little lonely, she thought. The headsman eventually stopped when he placed one last smiley face bead onto the thread. “I am certain I shall finish it off from here, now what ?”

Daisy grinned, holding up her finished bracelet. "Now we tie it off and voila ! You've got yourself a one-of-a-kind accessory." She leaned in, carefully tying a neat knot to secure Chopsalot's bracelet around his wrist. "There ya go, Chops ! Looks fabulous on you."

The headsman was proud of his own creation. Even though it wasn't as great as he had hoped, it was still something! A tiny smile was visible to Daisy, piercing his grim face. Chopsalot's infrequent smile made Daisy smile, and she felt a surge of warmth in her chest. It was nice to see a glimpse of happiness from the usually stoic executioner.

“See, I told you it would be a whole lot of fun !" she said cheerfully. "Who knows, maybe this is the start of a whole new hobby for you." She leaned back, eyeing Chopsalot's bracelet with an appraising nod. "Not bad for your first attempt, Chops. With a little practice, you'll be crafting like a pro in no time."

During their time together, the two learned new information about their respective eras. Eventually, someone knocked on the door, and the door creaked open gradually. It was Ronnie, who was evidently worn out from training today. His voice fell into a hush just as he was ready to make his arrival known. Daisy's head snapped towards the door at the sound of Ronnie's unexpected arrival. Her eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across her face.

"Pa, you’re back !" She exclaimed, leaping to her feet and to the exhausted soldier. “How was training today ? Did you give those targets a good what-for ?" She paused, noticing the pleased look on Ronnie's face as he took in the scene before him - Chopsalot sitting on the wooden floor, a pile of colorful beads and string scattered across the table. Daisy followed his gaze, suddenly self-conscious. She cleared her throat, gesturing to the bracelet adorning Chopsalot's wrist. “Uh, Chops and I were just, y'know, bonding a bit. Showing him some of my crafting skills from the future."

“I see. It looks like you two had lots of fun while I was gone.” Ronnie grinned as he glanced at Chopsalot's startled expression before returning his attention to Daisy's. She shuffled her feet, avoiding his gaze in a timid manner. “Ah, yeah, we had a right ol' time alright," she mumbled, picking at a loose thread on her vest.

"Chops here's a quick learner. He picked up bracelet-making like a champ !" She glanced at Chopsalot, giving him an encouraging nod. Under Ronnie's watchful eye, she suddenly felt the need to justify their little crafting session. “I figured it'd be nice for him to learn a new skill, y'know ? Something to take his mind off... well, everything."

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