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encyclopika · 3 years ago

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Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #176

Brought to you by a marine biologist and a totally different pinniped...

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Pinnipeds, the seals, sea lions, and walrus, are a fascinating group of mammals - they are one of the four groups that have returned to the ocean (the others being cetaceans (whales), sirenians (manatees & dugong), and the small subfamily of Lutrinae within the Mustelidae (otters)). There are plenty of other animals returning to the sea gradually (did you know the polar bear is considered a marine mammal?), but these are the big ones people mostly think of when you say "marine mammal". When we covered Phineas the Sea Lion, we spoke a lot about Pinnipeds as a group, but we left out the walrus, since Animal Crossing actually features this unique seal-relative as Wendell.

Wendell was an NPC in basically every iteration of Animal Crossing until New Horizons. If you fed him (anything, really), he would give you a pattern to use in your town. Obviously, in ACNH he's obsolete now that we have the Custom Designs Kiosk at the Able Sister's shop, as well as the patterns you get from Sable.

Wendell is clearly a walrus with his big fat body, flippers, and those long tusks. There is only one species of walrus - (Odobenus rosmarus) - the last member of the once-diverse family Odobenidae. This means that walruses are neither considered "eared seals" in Otariidae or "true seals" in Phocidae, although they share characteristics with both groups. Of the two other pinniped groups, walruses are more closely related to the eared seals, like sea lions, although they lack the external ears characteristic of the group. Still, walruses can bring their hind legs underneath them to waddle about like sea lions do on land, even though they swim more like a true seal. However, walruses are different from other seals in that they have a very unique method of feeding, using a suction-like maneuver - not all extinct species of walrus cousins had tusks. The lone walrus is an Arctic species, living life near the North Pole on sea ice and Northern shores.

I probably don't have to tell you that the walrus is MASSIVE. Adult males in the Pacific subspecies can grow to be between 7 to 11 feet (3.6m) in length and weigh up to 3,700 lbs (1700kg). This puts the walrus at #3 in the largest pinnipeds, only out-sized by the two species of elephant seal. We will consider Wendell at this larger size as a Pacific Walrus, which I guess explains his hunger for most anything edible. It's kind of a shame you can't cook for him in ACNH.

By Joel Garlich-Miller, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service - Pacific Walrus Bull, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=31314788

A stunning man.

For the public, the walrus' tusks are its defining feature. For walruses, they are vitally important. Male walruses will use their tusks for display and to fight other males that may challenge them to the rights of a harem of females. As the walrus ages, its tusks get longer - so you can tell an old bull from a spritely juvenile fairly quickly, even if they are around the same size. Both females and males grow tusks, which should tip you off that they are used for more than sexual display. Walruses will use them for general defense, although, when you're that massive, you have very little to worry about. Female walruses often have to defend their babies from predators, like polar bears, since even the ferocity of a polar bear has trouble getting through the adult walrus' thick hide. They also use their tusks as tools, such as digging in ice to keep air holes clear or to help hoist their massive bulk out of the water onto the ice. All around those tusks are also extremely sensitive, bristly whiskers called vibrissae they guide along the seafloor to find their favorite foods.

And there you have it! Fascinating stuff, no?

#walrus #marine mammals #marine biology #animal crossing #animal crossing new leaf #science in video games #animal crossing fish explained

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magicflowershop · 4 years ago

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one day kitty; Tsukishima version

《inspired by movie A Whisker Away》

✿✿ you wished to be with the person you like and wish granted. whiskers, button nose, tail, four legs and ears on top of the head; you turned into a cat. with this, you are given the opportunity to be with the person you want to express your affections to. but as a cat. and only in one day.

― haikyuu characters x cat!reader imagines!

❀ masterlist ❀

the wheel of names have spoken.

Tsukishima found a cat sleeping on his window sill that morning

he doesnt know why but the sight of that cat annoyed him that he went to school with a frown on his face

Yamaguchi thought he did something wrong but he knew that if he spoke up he’d be told to shut up again,,,,

Yams still asked

now Tsukki didn’t know what to tell him bc he wants to give no attention to a certain cat that’s been following him on their way to school,,, yk for some odd reason he can’t give a name to

even so, Yams being the precious lad he is, saw the little cat and entertained him while Tsukki took the run for it,,, again for some reason

its been a few hours and even during classes, Tsukki sees the cat once again through the window, chilling on a tree branch

it was no ordinary cat

or maybe Tsukki has lost his mind

but he was sure of it tho

quite

Tsukki looked out and saw that cat,, then the cat found his eyes and locked their gazes together,,, Tsukki has no idea how that staring contest ended up lasting for almost thirty minutes

Tsukki was very sure this cat was an alpha lmAOOO

disregarding that, Tsukishima sensed something familiar from this little cat thats been noticeably following him everywhere even as to spying on him in his room while he was getting ready

the cat was so strange that it reminded him of someone he knew

which he seems to find himself looking for during lunch break

and now he found it even stranger when said person had the audacity of ignoring him, as they passed by each other

that was prolly for the best

so Tsukki wouldn’t get migraine for the day ykyk

nyways the cat

the cat was also confused, staring at the same person this whole time,,, right beside him

“Tsukki, that was weird,,, y/n never batted an eye on you today. she’d usually bark at you but ig she’s tired today,,, she wasn’t being herself”

“shut up, Yamaguchi”

“sorry Tsukki”

i love that nyWAY

now you and Tsukki are e m e n i e s

how so?

Tsukki has been fed up with this random kid from a different class who always goes and picks up fights with him no matter what,, and so it concluded to him disliking said kid with every fiber of his being, which also happened to be you

contrary to his belief however, you two were simply opposites of each other and seemed to be clashing ideas no matter what the topic given is,,, which soon translates to arguments

little did he know tho you clash with him on purpose to get his attention because you are a lost cause and very head-over-heels for his lame-ass

so much so that you wished to become a cat in order to stalk in sum more

and as emenies,, its natural Tsukki will find it weird you ignored him in the hallway when you’re normally up his nose whenever you see him

bc you’re crazy like that

but thank god you were calm today

he thought

so this went on for the rest of the day

you guys passed by each other a bunch more and he kept getting a cold shoulder,,,,,,

YOU GUYS PASSED BY EACH OTHER A BUNCH MORE AND HE KEPT GETTING A COLD SHOULDER HOW DARE YOU?????

it didn’t take Yams half a braincell to notice Tsukki getting lowkey dejected from the said cold shoulder,,,, but Tsukki being Tsukki

sigh

plus, there’s this cat that’s been followin him around the entire time

“you’re not allowed to be here”

ah yes a

✨ smartass ✨

he see the cat slowly sneaking its way inside the gym while they were off to practice after classes

the cat looked up at him with its big, shiny eyes as if it was pleading for Tsukki to let it in and watch them prolly,,, but Tsukki knew havin a cat in there would be a drag,,, and he might get yelled at by Daichi as well

even if this was an alpha cat we mentioned earlier

Tsukki shut the door

but soon after practice, nobody noticed when Tsukishima casually left the gym to look for the cat

a clown ✨

you were just chillin over a tree branch when you saw Tsukki wandering around the place looking for something,, and then he saw you

you see him sigh of relief and walk towards the tree

“do you not have a home you belong in?”

lmao someone’s not very good at handling animals, you thought to yourself,,, that you wanted to clown him sum more

you walked towards the end of the branch as carefully as you can, while Kei watched you with terror in his eyes

“what are you doing? you’re gonna fall off”

definitely not used to handling cats specifically!

while knowing full well this boy is a n00b, you stared at him mockingly, swinging your tail back and forth at his face next, resting your entire feline body at the tip of the branch that is in the verge of snapping

the terror in his eyes translated into worry in a split second when the branch did snap and the cat fell

Tsukki wasn’t fast enough to both catch the cat and to realize that cats are created ✨ agile ✨

he, once again, felt like a 🤡

you gave him a smug look when you landed perfectly on your feet and saw the dumbfounded look on his face lmfao what is going on

and that hit Tsukki once again,,, the cat reminded him so much of you that it pained him so much both mentally and physically also psychologically but yk

Tsukki sat down on the grass, reluctantly reaches out a hand towards the cat,,, and takes it back, like what was he doing lol

but you looked straight into his eyes, which made him subconsciously reach out to you once more and this time you gave him no time to pull it back because you nuzzled you whole head under his palm

Tsukki then gave in, caressing the cat’s fur as gently as he could

“oi TsukISHIMA!!”

Hinata called for Tsukki and the rest of the practice went by like normal disregarding how Hinata kept teasin him how he was bein soft around a little mammal for a split second swswsws

so practice ended just like that, you were wandering around gym waiting for Tsukki to appear bc you didn’t want so many opporunities to slip by when you already have him around your wittle paws yk? and you concluded Tsukki’s a whole tsundere

as a matter of fact, Tsukki’s pissed off bc he knows he’s become fond of the stray cat

ok so, phat news

Yams goes and tells Tsukki he had somewhere to go before going straight home so it’ll be Tsukki goin home alone tonite

you overheard this conversation and you’re engines roared honey

you shall monopolize this stringbean

Tsukki wasn’t stupid to not notice the cat tailing him all the way home so Tsukki makes a detour bc he isn’t sure if this was a real cat or srsly an alpha cat like he said earlier lmfao wasn’t stupid my ass

his feet took him to his cram school without realizing even though he had no classes that day

but it was enough to not make the cat follow him anymore

he looked back at the cat and saw it, looking inside, backing away at each step as if it was afraid to get in ;c

obv you were afraid of being shooed away like some kinda parasite so its natural u pussy out heh and sudDENLY tSUKKI PICKED YOU UP AND LEFT WIF YOU HUUHHH????

“you’re probably hungry, i haven’t seen you eat the entire day”

heh

so you went on a date big deal

and you were a cat big deal

except that Tsukki didn’t know what in the world to do wif a stray cat after this little dinner time at the edge of a park in the evening, not the kind of first date you wanted but this should be enough for this situation no?

ok so date right?

Tsukki was wondering why you were acting so strange earlier, like you kept treating him just like sum other student from the same school, passin by without any care at all lol

needless to say, it bugged him

and it was also needless to say that it bugged him a lot

that you weren’t there

like ew

no sht did that thought disgust him bc it was true lmfao

then there’s this random cat thats beside him the whole day instead and annoying the hell outta him,, kinda,,,, the same way,,,, you do,,,,,

lol how are those things similar tho

“you remind me of y/n”

and so u choke

mhmm

it’s b̵̹̠͎͑̀̈̈́i̶̢̧̖̙͎͖̰̱̾̾̏̀͋̌̕g̶̩̦̉ ̶̙̌̂b̵̻̿r̵̠̦̯̠̦̮͇̫̾͋̐̇͛̈́̓̉̚͝ă̶̛̫͎̹̈́̃͛͝i̴̼̦̮̮̍̈́̋̈́n̶͓̟̮͋̅͂͑̃͆̍̕͝͝ ̸̔̂͑̄̈́ti̴͗̈́̋̄̔̃m̸̛̳̔̀̆̈́e i guess

then as if you were snapped back to reality you remembered you had a time limit for this stupid, stalkerish thing you’ve been doing,,, you instinctively grabbed Kei’s hand to check his wristwatch

it was 10.30

holy sht it was 10.30

you scurried off from your spot and ran all the way to your house, ignoring the kind-of yells Tsukki let out when he saw you running away

you were running at speed of light jumping from one roof to another to get back home and smack that house cat of yours that pretended to be you the whole time

and you did,,,

the next morning, you woke up you were back to normal

everything was back to normal

you’re parents never questioned you of anything

so did your siblings if you had any

then comes school

you were hella nervous aight

but you tried to stay calm, stay poised, stay annoying like normal yk

“hey”

god

Tsukki found you taking off your shoes, and decided it was a great idea to initiate a conversation with you

“oh good morni-”

“what’s going on with you yesterday?”

“did i do something?”

“uh no,,,”

“then why did you ignore me?”

did that have an effect on him????

you wanted to ask that to push his buttons ‘cause that’s what ur good at anyway might as well go all the way but yk you didn’t have the courage to be that cheeky esp since you liked him as well ahaha

YOU DID IT ANYWAY BAP BAP BA--

“it did”

mission failed but success????

stay tuned for more!

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foulserpent · 4 years ago

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ned meets sheogorath (1836 words)

cw: suicide mentions

"HELLO Nedirael! Glad you could make it out here!" the voice boomed, familiar and all the more alien for it.

Ned stood across the hall of a grand throne room, weary and bedraggled and half clad in a weak leather armor he’d found himself not needing. A great tree loomed in back, its leaves an autumnal blaze of reds and oranges that bathed the room alien sunlight. Two torches burned a bright icy blue and a pink to either side of the throne, setting the stained glass to either side into a dizzying array of sparkles far too overwhelming to see what they depicted. Everything seemed to bend inwards, space itself being pulled to a singularity at the center.

There sat Sheogorath.

They looked a lot like Xikeel, much as they did when they had appeared to Ned weeks before, almost a decade after he had last seen his friend alive. They were a brighter red and crowned with teal horns, with scales that reflected with iridescence in every color he could imagine and some beyond that. They wore a robe almost equal in vividness and fluttering ceaselessly. It hurt Ned's head to try and see where embroidered fabric ended and tiny, colorful butterflies began.

Perhaps most striking of all was the beard. How the hell had she grown a beard?

"Hi, Xikeel." Ned said as he made his way down the aisle.

Sheogorath shifted in their seat, resting their hairy chin on three hands with an expression of exaggerated annoyance. Some butterflies swarmed upwards, before settling back into the shape their sleeve.

"Don't you know my name?" Sheogorath asked. "I didn't work so hard just for nasty little mammals to come in here and call me all manners of nonsense words."

The butterfly-robe scattered yet again, their little bodies intertwining and blending like paint on a brush to form another scaly arm. The daedra began to drum that hand onto the throne.

Ned grimaced. If there was any doubt that his old friend had really changed into something else, it was dead and buried.

"For fucks sake Xikeel," he said, ignoring the daedra's many eyes rolling. "I thought you were dead, I thought- I thought the Blades took you out, or you went off and, uh,"

"Tried the same thing you did? And did a better job at it?" Sheogorath grabbed the edge of thin air and lifted off of their throne. They made a great show of crossing their legs in midair, before slouching into another relaxed position.

"No, no, no, your friend just got lost. Can't blame her. It's sooooo much nicer here than out there!" They punctuated by even more arms flinging themselves into existence in a gesture of pride, before dissipating into more fluttering insects.

"So, what actually brings you here? Surely not just to stand around and gawk."

“I-” Ned started, but he was interrupted.

"I hope you like my palace? And my realm? I changed things up around here. My saints really want to kill you, and most of the beasts here wanted to eat you or lay eggs in you, but I told them, 'no! This is a guest of honor!'"

The Golden Saints half hidden in the dizzying light of the room gave no acknowledgment, though they all stared down at him with unblinking needle-slit pupils. Ned continued to ignore them.

"Okay, so if you aren't Xikeel, then what makes me the goddamn ‘guest of honor’?" He asked.

"I mean, if you want my Saints to hunt you for sport I guess I'm open to-"

"No, no, I'm good." Ned interjected. “I’m just. What happened to you?”

“Nothing happened to me. Well, something did. Happens every thousand years or so, but I’m back to normal. I’m my own man. I’m brand new!” Sheogorath cheered, then lowered their head in seriousness. “And to answer your obvious question, your friend helped with that. So I returned the favor. Said goodbye for her. Like, ten or a hundred years or something late, but I did. Sorry, I forgot.”

Ned felt his head start to ache.

“I didn’t come all this way to listen to this, I mean holy fuck are you getting this?” He threw his arms out. “I thought you were dead.”

“Well, that’s kind of a you problem, isn’t it?” Sheogorath yawned.

Ned’s rubbed his face in exasperation, sucking air between his teeth.

"Xikeel... Can you please-" He paused, a stupid question forming in his throat. He already regretted it before it clumsily fell from his tongue. "Please just stop it?"

Sheogorath gave him a blank stare.

"Oh, okay!" The daedra said.

With a puff of smoke, Xikeel stood before him. She was as he remembered, small and spindly, dull red and broken-horned. She wore the same cheap shirt and trousers as that final day. Everything was just as he'd last seen her, standing in the doorway ten years ago, saying "I'm going out" and getting only an "okay" in return, walking out of the door and out of his life and out from the world.

Ned froze at the sight of his friend. He could scarcely bring himself to breathe, feeling as if the very act would blow her away. She gave him a smile - just slightly parted teeth. Not an argonian smile, but one she would give to him, to Martin. A gesture that could soothe a mammalian friend more easily than the subtleties of argonian facial expression. She smiled under blank, golden eyes.

"Did you really think that would work?"

Ned went cold.

Xikeel's body twisted back into oblivion. It stretched and lengthened until they were something like a dragon, long and blazing and too familiar. They danced in airborne circles around Ned, trailing sparks as they passed.

"Alright, here's one for you. Imagine you find the last surviving shard of your family, blackout drunk, drowning in a river!" They spat the words like venom.

Ned's stomach dropped even further.

"And you pull it out and pull the water from its lungs, and you say, 'Please don't go! I need you!'" They shrieked. A mockery of tears bubbled up from Sheogorath's many eyes as the daedra swam in dizzying loops around the man. "I need you so much! I can't do this alone, please!" They cried.

"And after all that, after everything, it does it again. And it punches your idiot face when you try to stop it!" Sheogorath spun one last loop, catching the tears in their cavernous mouth before swooping up towards the ceiling.

"I'm sorry." Ned said.

He had just wanted to die. He had enough of getting back onto his feet only to have everything he built be ripped out from under him again. He had been so tired of being kicked and beaten until he was reduced to some scarred thing that somehow hadn't yet learned not to rest its head in any open hands that were offered to it. He had only seen one way out. God, he didn't want to hurt her.

Sheogorath now twisted in tight spirals, filled with some frenetic energy and half screaming. "Yeah, that really is the kind of thing that changes a person! You're getting it now!"

"I'm sorry." Ned said. "I'm so sorry, Xikeel."

Sheogorath dropped like a shot bird, landing on four legs with a heavy thud. They crawled towards Ned with a terrible speed. The man flinched but did not move. The daedra loomed to their full height, sticking their whiskered snout into his face.

"Who are you apologizing to?"

Ned's face contorted with pain. Finally, a sob tore through his throat.

"Who are you apologizing to?!" Sheogorath roared, yellow eyes flashing like stars far beyond the border of their face. They cut golden fractals through his tears.

"Who are you apo-" Sheogorath was cut off as the man flailed, batting their face away. Ned stepped back, frame now wracked with sobs. He dragged in a shuddering breath, and screamed.

"Fucking STOP IT!"

The palace was silent. A heavy absence now choked out the air. Ned's shuddering gasps came to Sheogorath as if through water, a thick dark river their gills fluttered against in vain.

"Xikeel.. I know... I know..." Ned trailed off as he broke into sobs.

Sheogorath hadn't felt the man's touch. They weren't this body, they were the whole room. They were the whole city. They were the whole realm. The body was merely a face for it, cradled in the daedra's own churning belly. How had it felt the man's touch?

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

The daedra did not have tear ducts. Their eyes could hardly even be called eyes, really. They came and went as they pleased.

"I'm sorry."

Sheogorath did not know if it was the man who now spoke, or their own. They didn't move closer. They just sat on the ground and bent their head.

Bridged in misery, the two rode out their sobs.

"This place isn't safe for you." Sheogorath finally said. Their voice came out a soft monotone. It was smaller now, too much of a fragile hollow-boned thing to come out of a god's mouth.

"I know, I know."

"People who come in here have a hard time getting out, sometimes."

Ned laughed. It caught in his throat and shuddered into another sob. "You think?" He asked.

Sheogorath slithered next to him. He didn’t look at them, far too occupied with wiping tears from his face, which fell in spite of his efforts. His wet face sparkled in the firelight, and he was smiling in a way hurt things do. Sheogorath took one last look, setting all these features to memory and holding them close.

Ned finally looked her in the eyes.

Without another word, Sheogorath opened their mouth and swallowed him. For just a split second, Ned saw an alien sky full of stars. He was a weightless mote, adrift in a sea that stretched shoreless long past any horizon. Wind whipped his sides, eroded him away to a core and back again.

Then, warmth. A sun that was not his sun caressed his skin yet again. He realized, with a start, that he'd been holding his breath.

He opened his eyes.

Ned stood on the edge of the portal where he had come in just a day before. Brightly colored butterflies drifted around the edges, burning to sparks as they hit the barrier and flaring back into life as they bounced away. He was alone again. Unharmed and untouched, with eyes still burning with stars and tears. His breath came in shudders.

He was facing the twisted reflection of his own world, far away beyond comprehension and close enough to touch. It was morning. There was the lake near Bravil, the treeline in the distance. He thought he even saw the dim outline of the tent Shap had pitched to wait for him.

The message was clear. It was whispered in the wind, punctuated in the beating of chitinous wings.

Go home.

"I’m sorry.” Ned whispered.

Go home.

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bo-bo-bean · 4 years ago

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Octonauts Game Night

(Since there are no requests, I wrote something for Octonauts!! Hope you all enjoy!)

(Warning; LOOOOONG)

Octonauts Game Night

It was a calm night in the octopod. Everyone was lounging around, nothing to do. Dashi went through her old photos while Captain Barnacles was watching the window, seeing fish and aquatic mammals flowing through the water in peace. He would typically be happy there was no trouble… but today felt oh so slow. Kwazii seemed to have agreed, letting out a long groan.

“There has to be some sort of adventure, matey!” he told no one in particular. Everyone only made a noise in agreement, Shellington looking up from his book that he has read for the fifth time today, giving a nod.

“I wish there was some sort of creature to examine, maybe a new seaweed. I’d even take a new type of rock…” he huffed out, his bang fluttering with his head tilting backwards.

“Now, Octonauts,” the captain settled everyone down. “I’m sure there will be something.”

“Well, let’s hope so,” Kwazii whined. “I’ll be ready for anything! Swashbucklin’ with the swordfish! Finding a new monster or beast!”

“That are fictional…” Shellington could only mutter under his breath. Captain Barnacles could now tell things were going to get tenser and tenser until a fight breaks out, so he made a decision, sprouting out words.

“Game night!” he clapped his hands. This got everyone’s attention, interests peeking. “Yes! A game night sounds wonderful…!”

“I agree!” Peso beamed, happy it’ll be something where no one would get hurt. But he had his first aid kit with him, just in case.

“Ah, what shall we play then? Checkers?” Professor Inkling offered.

“Charades, perhaps!” Dashi stood up, putting her camera down.

“Maybe pictionary!” Shellington beamed.

“Arrgh, lancing sounds like a suitable game!” Kwazii stood up on the table. Peso gulped and held his first aid kit close to his chest.

“M-maybe something less dangerous…?” he asked. “Like… hide and seek!”

“Ah, I’ll find ya’ll in under five minutes if we play that,” Tweak bragged a little. “I should suggest, tag, though! Get the blood pumpin’!” The mention of blood made Peso turn pale. Tunip chirped an option, all heads turning to Shellington for a translation.

“I don’t think we can play tug of war, Tunip,” he giggled. “We haven’t a strong enough rope.”

Everyone began to clamour about their opinion on what to play, the polar bear scratching his chin in thought, then his eyes lit up.

“Ah, everyone! Idea!” he shouted. His deep voice roared through their own voices, everyone turning to face him. “Deep Sea Adventure!” With those three words, everyone’s eyes lit up and all agreed. The vegimals went to make snacks with Shellington’s help, Kwazii and Captain Barnacles bringing out a large table from storage. Peso brought in a mat covered in squares, having the design of islands and villages and caves. Tweak and Dashi brought in the chairs, Mr. Inkling getting the rule boards and books from his library.

Deep Sea Adventure was a game played by the Octonauts many times. It was like a roleplaying game where they make their characters and their actions are depended on by two dice.

“Has anyone seen the dice?” Dashi wondered. Looking under the table. Everyone began to search around, Shellington even searching his own satchel, just in case. This gave Kwazii a gasp as he ran to his chest in his room. He dug through some old treasure maps, little gold doubloons, and his great grandfather’s Calico Jack’s telescope and eventually fished out some dice. He slid down the octotube and presented them as if they were some sort of rubies.

“I got some, me hearties!” he proclaimed. The vegimals cheered, Kwazii seeing a display of fish biscuits, five varieties of kelp cakes, muffins, a bowl of popcorn, another of peanuts, and mugs of cocoa scattered on the surface. “Well, this looks like a night fit for a pirate on his night off!”

“Well let’s start, shall we?” the bear clapped his hands again. We’ll need to split into teams of two.”

Shellington and Professor Inkling beamed at each other, high fiving each other with tentacle and paw. Barnacles nodded at them. “Shellington and Inkling are one. Kwazii, want to be on my team?”

“‘Tis be an honor!!” Kwazii nodded.

“I call Dashi on my team!” Tweak raised her hand, Dashi laughing, them both holding hands.

“Girl power!” Dashi cheered.

“Right on that!”

“And then Peso and Tunip?” Barnacles asked them. They both nodded, Tunip trilling with excitement.

“Do the other vegimals want to play?” Shellington asked the little creature. Turnip chirped and shook his head. “Ah, too busy gardening? Well, we’ll at least save them some snacks.”

“And the loot once the captain and I win it!!” Kwazii laughed.

“Ohoho, you want to bet, do you?” Inkling playfully jeered.

“Don’t think you want to take that bet, Kwazii,” Shellington giggled, taking his seat. Inkling took his seat next to him, them both already whispering.

“Well, let’s do our best and have fun, Tunip!” Peso cheered on his own team. Tunip cheered in agreement, taking a seat and Peso plopping himself next to him. Captain Barnacles sat at the front, Kwazii taking the chair next to him. Dashi and Tweak sat together as well and soon, everyone was quiet. Barnacles took out a cardboard folded five times mat and looked at it, looking at a scenario. He rolled the dice, counted it, and then nodded.

“Okay! Here’s the scenario,” he started. “Inkling and Shellington are holding the treasure.” Everyone turned their heads to them, the two laughing hysterically. “It’s up to us to get it while they can set up any traps or travel to wherever they want. But, it all depends on the number of dice rolled. 2 means failure, 3 going on to be a fail, but tried attempt, and so on. Twelve means they get automatic privileges to whatever they wish to do.”

“Aaargh, last time, didn’t they bamboozle us with a ship full of monkeys…!?” Kwazii groaned.

“Well, it was funny, so I’d say it was worth it,” Inkling added his input, making Shellington laugh more.

“R-remember when you wanted to fight but rolled a three…!?” he wheezed out. Kwazii’s cheeks and ears flushed with embarrassment. “You fell into the wahahahater hahahahaha!!!”

“M-mayhaps, matey!” He quickly gained composure. “Just wait, though! Soon, you will be fighting the monkeys!” This sent everyone into fits of laughter, the captain smiling. This was a wonderful sight, seeing his crew laugh and be happy. It truly warmed his heart. He looked at the mat and looked at Dashi and Tweak.

“If you two can answer a question about marine biology, then you will go first. But if you answer incorrectly, then someone else gets the chance to steal.”

“Shoot!” Dashi beamed. Tweak seemed as excitable as she was.

“What male aquatic animal has babies?” he asked. Shellington almost blurted out the answer, but covered his mouth. Of course, the marine biologist was close to bursting with knowledge.

“Um… I think… that’s a seahorse, right?” Dashi asked.

“Correct!” he nodded. “Everyone gather your pieces and Dashi and Tweak may.. Well… what’s your team name?”

“Girl Power!!” they both answered with glee. He chuckled and looked at Kwazii.

“We should call ourselves the Swashbuckling Pirates of Red Beard’s Cursed Ship of Treasures and Glory!”

“... maybe just Pirates of Red Beard will be suitable,” he chuckled, his attention focusing on Peso and Tunip.

“We’ll be the Small but Fierce!” Peso answered for them both.

“Ya got that right, matey!” Kwazii approved of their name. Peso giggled in response, Barnacles looking at Shellington and Inkling. They both whispered and then looked at the captain.

“We were going to say The Winners, but perhaps Marine Match will suit better!” Inkling proposed.

“Okay! We have team names! Get a piece everyone and let’s start!”

Girl Power took a pink squid piece, Pirate’s of Red Beard taking a red Seahorse piece, Small but Fierce taking a blue shark and the Marine Match grabbing a green Sea Turtle piece. Dashi and Tweak both talked as everyone set up their pieces. Inkling put their piece at the end of the mat where the X is since they had the treasure. The goal of the same was to defeat everyone on the board. The others were supposed to take the treasure.

“Okay, we want to move…!” Dashi said. She took the dice and rolled it, seeing seven. Tweak moved their piece seven squares. The dice also allowed movement, but you could only move and not act in the same turn.

“Oh, our turn, Tunip!” Peso smiled. “We’ll be safe and move.” Tunip took the dice in his little hands and tossed them down, getting a twelve. “Good roll, Tunip!!” The creature cheered as Peso moved their piece. Barnacles looked at Kwazii, who was the KING of Deep Sea Adventures.

“Captain, I say we launch an attack to the Marine Match!” he proudly said. Barnacles chuckled and nodded, grabbing the dice and tossing them within his paws.

“And how do we attack?” he asked. But, out of sheer luck, he knew the answer. “Canons?”

“H-how did you know!?” he gasped.

“Heh, captain knows his crew,” he winked, tossing the dice down.

“Also, you use the same move as the first move every time,” Dashi giggled.

“I-I do not!”

“Fifteen,” Shellington pointed out, holding up a piece paper, where at the top it said ‘Times when Kwazii attacked a team with a canon as his first turn.’ and underneath were fifteen talleymarks.

“Shiver me whiskers, that can’t be right!” Kwazii lifted his eyepatch in shock.

“... oh you’re right,” Shellington smiled, adding another talleymark. “Sixteen. Thank you for pointing that out..!”

The cat grumbled and looked at the dice as they chose a side. It rolled to… two.

“Canon backfires and hits the Red Beards. They deal five damage points.”

“What…!? I call treason!” Everyone laughed, even the captain and eventually, Kwazii joined along. Shellington took the dice and looked at Inkling, them both whispering.

“They are always the same team,” Dashi noticed.

“Well, they are the brains,” Peso smiled. “And they are very good at the game.”

“Oh, not this time, mateys!”

“We choose to make a barricade around our area,” Shellington smiled. “With concrete and bricks.”

Professor Inkling rolled the dice, rolling it to a nine.

“You both build a structurally sound barricade, but it will need nine hits to be taken down,” Captain announced. They both nodded and high fived each other.

“... aye… they be smart…” Kwazii scoffed. “We’ll need nine canon turns now!”

“Um, Kwazii, I think it would be smart, and safe, to use the rest of our turns not trying to kill ourselves,” Barny laughed.

“No risk, no win!”

“... big risk, big lose,” the captain corrected him. Kwazii groaned as Tweak rolled the dice.

“What should we do, Dashi?” she asked.

“Hmm… let’s go to the village by boat,” she smiled. “So let’s keep moving.”

Tweak tossed down the dice, getting eight and moving eight spaces. Just five more until the village. Kwazii took the dice, Barnacles speaking out before Kwazii could say canons again.

“U-um, how about we move, Kwazii?” he suggested.

“Ooouggh, fine, but we will get this booty if it’s the last thing I do…!”

He rolled, getting ten. They moved ten spaces, Peso rolling the dice. Tunip chirped, Peso glancing at Shellington.

“He wishes to attack us using a ram,” he answered, to which Tunip spoke to Shellington. “Heh, it’s alright, Tunip, no need to apologize. It’s just a game.”

With that permission, Peso tossed down the dice, getting ten.

“Ooh…!” Captain beamed. You ram into their barricade with success! Roll again to see how much you hit.”

Peso let Tunip roll, him getting three.

“Three hits, barricade is now down to six hits away…!”

“Ha! Now we only need SIX canons!” Kwazii laughed heartily.

“What is with ya and canons?” Tweak questioned. Shellington took the dice, the duo both whispering again and then nodded.

“Heh, sorry, Tunip and Peso, but we choose to attack,” Shellington spoke.

“With canons,” Inkling finished.

“My signature move!!” Kwazii yelled out. The otter tossed the dice down, rolling a twelve. Tunip fainted, Peso gasping.

“Hits are directed and do twice the damage. Roll again.”

Each team was given twenty health points, so it was a big risk. Inkling took the dice and rolled it, the sides each landing three. “Six, so Team Small but Fierce take twelve damage.” Tunip had just woken up to the news, fainting again.

“Grrrgh, pure luck, I say!” Kwazii made an excuse. Shellington giggled and tossed the dice to the girls.

“Well… we’ll get revenge, Kwazii!” Tweak laughed. “What do ya say, Dash?”

“I agree! We attack with clubs!”

“Haha, get them!” Kwazii cheered. However, the dice rolled to a four.

“You attempted to attack with clubs, but they fall in the water.”

“... well we tried,” Tweak shrugging, leaning back and munching on a carrot. Kwazii sighed, hearing Shellington’s giggle again. He sneered and took the dice.

“I attack with tickles!!”

“Ti-what?” Captain Barnacles blinked. Kwazii rolled the dice, not caring what it landed on and pounced on Shellington, squeezing his sides. The otter erupted in bubbly laughter, kicking his legs.

“K-Kwahahahzeeheehee hahahaha!! Staahaahahap it’s nahahaahaaht part hahahahahaaha!! Of the gaahahahahaame!!”

“It is now, me hearty!!” the playful cat moved his paws up to his ribs, Shellington squealing and trying to push away Kwazii.

“Nooohahahaha pleeheeheease!!! Hahahaahaha!!! C-cahaahan’t breheeheeheeheeathe!!!! Caahahahap hehehehelp!!”

Captain Barnacles laughed and went over, pulling Kwazii up from Shellington, who was lifted by Professor Inkling. He let out little giggles as Kwazii looked mighty proud of himself, sitting back down.

“... well that was our turn,” Barnacles chuckled.

“Are you okay, Shellington?” Peso wondered.

“Y-yeahahah…” he giggled out. Peso nodded, happy his friend was okay, and rolled the dice in his flippers.

“Tunip, I say we move closer,” he told the vegimal. Tunip nodded in agreement. Peso tossed the dice down, getting twelve again. “Flappity Flippers! Another twelve!”

“Ya got the lucky streak, me hearties!” Kwazii pumped his fist. They moved twelve spaces, close to a cave.

Inkling took the dice and whispered to Shellington, then he looked at his captain.

“Captain, we choose to fix our barricade.” Barnacles nodded as Mr. Inkling rolled a nine, the barricade now fifteen points strong. The polar bear took the dice and rolled it, deciding to move, Kwazii agreeing. So far, it seemed Peso was getting closer and closer to the treasure. The girls moved to the village and rolled to get items, which they succeeded.

“What did we get…!?” Dashi eagerly asked.

“Two apples, three suits of armor, an unknown box, and you both gained any health you lost.”

The two high fived with both paws, whooping. Peso rolled, looking at Tunip… and gulped.

“I want to explore the cave,” he said. “Or… we would.”

“You sure?” Captain Barnacles wondered. They both nodded, Peso rolling the dice down, it going to four.

“Hmm… you tried to explore, but it was too dark for you, so you evade the cave.”

Peso let out a sigh of relief, but also a little disappointed. Although, he knew what he was going to do next turn. Shellington took the dice, whispering to Inkling again, however, this whispering session seemed to be taking longer.

“I wonder what they’re planning,” Captain Barnacles wondered.

“I’ll tickle him again if he takes longer,” Kwazii promised. A few minutes later, they nodded and looked at the captain.

“We choose to stay.”

“Wh-all of that for staying!?” Kwazii gawked. Since they didn’t attack or move, they didn’t need to roll, but Shellington didn’t give the dice back.

“But we do wish to send supplies to heal Small but Fierce,” he smiled. Peso gasped with a smile, Tunip cheering. Captain Barnacles smiled fondly as Shellington rolled the dice, getting a nine.

“They get nine points in health…!” he announced.

“Wow… thank you, Shellington!” Peso smiled. Shellington nodded back.

Kwazii took the dice and looked at their piece and at the mat with the x mark. He tapped his chin.

“... captain, I say we attack,” he said.

“Again?” Barnacles wondered.

“Ah, but this time! I got a plan!” he beamed. “I want to attack.. With monkeys!!!!” With that, he threw the dice down, them tumbling around… and landing on twelve. Shellington and Inkling gasped, looking up as Barnacles was even surprised. He read out the situation.

“... well, we send out a boat of monkeys. They take down the barricade Marine Match make.”

“Drat…!” Inkling groaned.

Tweak quickly took the dice and rolled.

“We choose to attack with monkeys!!” she shouted. It rolled to a nine, Shellington and Inkling looking at each other.

“The Marine Match take nine damage!”

“We choose to attack with monkeys!” Peso also cheered.

“Oh, this seems hardly fair now…!” Shellington stuttered. Peso rolled the dice and got a twelve. Barnacles looked at the open mouthed otter and dumbo octopus, him shrugging.

“Marine Match are defeated.”

“Noooo!” Shellington yelled out. “Ah well… good team effort, Inkling!”

“And to you, Shellington…!” Professor Inkling shook his paw, wrapping his tentacle around it.

“The treasure is up for grabs…!” Barnacles proclaimed. "Everyone roll, except Shellington and Inkling.” They both shrugged, eating after all of that excitement. “Whoever gets the highest number… gets the treasure.”

“Me first!!!” Kwazii yelled, grabbing the cubes and tossing them haphazardly. They landed on five. “Haha, beat that, me hearties!”

Tweak took the challenge and rolled it, but got four. Barnacles rolled after, getting seven and Dashi getting six. Peso took the dice… but gave it to Tunip.

“I choose Tunip to roll for both of us…!” he smiled. Tunip chirped excitedly and rolled. They all watched the dice flail on its corners and sides… and land both sixes. Peso screamed in delight as Barnacles proudly announced.

“Team Small but Fierce wins the game!!!”

They all cheered and clapped, Barnacles chuckling and looking at the time. “Oh wow…! It’s near midnight!”

“It… it is?” Shellington checked before following with a yawn.

“Well, time passes by with fun…!” Tweak chuckled, stretching.

“Well, let’s clean up and then let’s head to bed. Congratulations, Peso and Tunip…!”

And so, everyone began to clean up, putting away the table and mats, Shellington and Tunip offering the rest of the snacks to the vegimals and everyone went to their rooms, but not before Kwazii turned to Barnacles.

“We’ll get ‘em next time, cap!” he pumped his fist. The captain chuckled with a yawn.

“Perhaps, Kwazii, perhaps,” he smiled. “But… maybe less canons and tickling, hm?”

“I’ll think about it.”

He left, the captain laughing and turning off the lights and heading to bed. There may have been no critters to save… but they sure did have an adventure.

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Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

“First I have to run from my own home,” Roman cried, “get stabbed and chased into the woods, kidnapped by a couple of witches-”

“Not a kidnapping,” Logan corrected.

“I was bound and gagged!” The Prince scoffed.

“Falsehood, there was no actual gag.”

“Whatever,” Roman spat, tossing up his hands in exasperation, “my point is that I have to go through all of that and you expect me, me, to fight a dragon?!”

“Hardly,” Logan snorted. “You and Virgil will remain here while I go in and confront the creature.”

Roman paused in surprise at the sheer audacity of the statement. The fact that this lanky man thought he could order him about was one thing, but the idea that he would confront a dragon alone was outrageous! Sure he had magic, but if Roman understood him correctly, there wasn’t much of it left?

“Oh no you don’t!” The Prince scoffed. “You are not going in there alone!”

The anxious raccoon that had buried itself among the supplies strapped to Logan’s bag seemed to perk up at the argument, snout appearing just under the leather flap. Virgil’s whiskers twitched slightly as he began to chitter.

“Don’t you start! And be still, you know how I am with you back there,” Logan snapped in response. “You’re the one that exhausted our magic and got us in this mess. I voted to leave him.”

Roman tensed at the words, realizing that the two must be conversing about him. Had Logan really voted to leave Roman? At which point? When he was bleeding out, alone and freezing, or after he had awakened in the clearing? Either way, that was pretty cold hearted. Regardless of Logan’s vote, he had ended up going along with Virgil’s insistence on helping Roman as far as he was aware.

“I say, we go in fighting!” Roman offered valiantly. He lifted a fist in the air for emphasis. “We three… Well… Two and a half,” he corrected, earning another hiss from the beast in the pack, “go in there and fight the monster tooth and nail!”

“You were just complaining about the thought of fighting the beast at all and now you want all three of us to?” Logan pointed out quizatively.

"Forgive me, Roman," Logan sighed, adjusting the backpack carefully, "but I feel as if antagonizing the creature is perhaps not the best course of action."

"But it's a dragon!" Roman retorted in annoyance, motioning vaguely towards the cave.

"Precisely! I am not sure if you are aware, but dragons breathe fire! Seething fire!" He lifted his hands to either side of his face, wiggling his fingers to give the prince a proper visual.

"What are you doing?" The prince huffed.

"Flames... Flames on the side of my face... see- seething fire." Logan explained calmly before giving up exasperated. He moved to slide the pack off his shoulder, shifting away from it as he did. He held it out, carefully, for the prince to take.

“I will go alone. Dragons are supposed to be intelligent creatures who value the exchanging of goods. I have plenty of information to offer it; hopefully that will be enough,” Logan explained.

Roman was hesitant to accept the pack, eyeing the glowing eyes of the beast inside, barely visible beneath the opening. Still, he took hold of the strap, keeping it a safe distance away with an extended arm.

“I still don’t understand why we have to approach the dragon at all.” It really didn’t make any sense to him.

“I told you,” the witch huffed. “Virgil and I can not live off of the ciphoned magic we are pulling from Lord Noname. Dragons are some of the most magical beasts in existence. It is only logical that if we can bond with it, there will be more than enough magic to sustain us,” he explained.

“Yeah… Or, and here is a crazy thought,” Roman countered. “You could be eaten!” Logan did his best not to roll his eyes at the man’s overdramatic nature.

“I appreciate your concern Roman," Logan pulled the cloak tighter around his shoulders, flinching slightly as he did so. “Truly, I do, but I owe Virgil a great deal. I wasn’t quite sure what I would find when we arrived here, but I have no doubt now. This dragon is the answer to our dilemma. I can not risk Virgil’s wellbeing. I owe him too much.”

The touching speech seemed to agitate the nocturnal beast still in the sack. Numerous growls and a few scratching noises seemed to emanate from the backpack as Virgil threw a small tantrum.

“That is all well and good, Virgil,” Logan retorted flatly, obviously not amused by whatever the smaller mammal had to say. “However, you are currently a raccoon. I am not quite sure you have really considered how much good you could do in that state.” The retort was certainly apathetic and brash, but it seemed to drive his point across and Virgil quieted.

“Do you really think this will work?” Roman asked after a long moment of silence, far more worried than he should be over someone he had only met that morning.

Logan’s lips pursed into a small line as he considered it. “I am afraid I don’t have an answer to that particular question,” he admitted softly. “It is possible that it will take quite some time. Perhaps it would be best if you set up camp?”

“Uh… Sure, yeah. I could do that,” Roman nodded, setting Virgil down carefully.

The bag shifted with the Procyon’s movements, before falling to the side and depositing the beast onto the brush covered ground. He took a moment to stretch before seeming to pointedly turn his back to the other witch. It was almost as if Virgil was sulking. Roman wasn’t even quite sure if raccoons could sulk.

“Good. Virgil is nocturnal, which means he could use some sleep, and I prefer not to carry a sleeping Procyon into a dragon’s lair,” Logan admitted.

A chittering… grumble? came from the raccoon.

“You’re seriously going in there?” Roman clarified once more. Logan, however, didn’t answer. He had said his piece, there was no point in answering repetitive questions. Instead, he turned on his heels.

“Just keep him safe,” Logan instructed, heading for the blackened and charred mouth of the cave still a good distance away.

………..

Logan was careful as he approached, using a small bit of magic to douse the embers that still burned here and there. It certainly wouldn’t do to allow the entire forest to burn just because a single creature decided it was upset.

He paused at the mouth, taking in the massive size of the rock formation. The sediment around the edges of the cave’s entrance was scoured and gouged as if something had scrapped against it. The floor was worn smooth by constant friction.

Logan’s cloak swirled around his feet as if the wind was being pushed and then pulled slowly, like slow even breaths. All of this was certainly an indication of the creatures' massive size. Logan took a deep inhalation to try and calm himself, ignoring the way the lingering smoke scratched at his throat. He steeled himself before heading inside.

Heat seemed to radiate from the walls as Logan moved further into the rock face, the smell similar to heated metal. The sun’s rays disappeared fairly quickly, leaving him in darkness. Not for the first time, he was grateful for his feline gaze that allowed him to make out his surroundings as he continued on.

The ceiling seemed to rise quickly after the first few meters. He wasn’t quite sure if that was a natural occurrence or if the beast had carved it out itself. Whichever it was, it allowed plenty of room for the-

“Hiya!” A pleasant voice came, causing Logan to reel about in surprise. A small man, barely up to the witch’s shoulders stood before him, having apparently approached silently in the darkness. “I wasn’t expecting visitors until tomorrow. If I had known you were coming I would have made snacks,” he grinned excitedly up at Logan.

The lanky man was loath to admit it, but the man before him was perhaps the most adorable creature he had ever laid eyes on. In fact, the mere sight of him had the witch softening his guard. A very bad idea in hindsight...

“I..” Logan was at a loss at how to respond. What was the man even doing there? “I apologize for the intrusion,” he offered, “I was just…”

“Looking for someone, kiddo?” The pleasant man asked, bouncing on his heels. His tiny voice echoed against the walls loudly in such a quiet setting. If the dragon hadn’t already known that they were there it certainly would now.

“I suppose so?” Logan offered, utterly confused. “Forgive me for asking this, but are you alright?”

“Of course!” The man chirped, his grin broadening even more. “Right as rain! Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, his innocent eyes seeming to peer into Logan, making him feel almost indecent.

“Well…” the witch began, still feeling a bit uncomfortable by it all. “You are standing in the approximate center of a mythical creature’s lair. In the dark. Alone. Unconcerned with the volume of your voice,” he pointed out. He was fairly certain he was losing his mind. Maybe this man was just a figment of his imagination.

“Oh,” the man giggled, obviously amused, “this isn’t anywhere near the center and it’s not a lair, silly goose,” he corrected, giving Logan a gentle pat on the shoulder, “it’s more like a vacation home.”

Logan’s brows furrowed at the touch. Was this man one of the dragon’s cohorts? A slave perhaps? Follower? Whatever he was, Logan didn’t like this at all.

“As for the dark, I don’t mind it.” the man continued, “I assumed with those eyes of yours it was suitable for you as well. They are very pretty by the way, Logan,” he complimented, making Logan’s skin warm with a heavy flush.

The witch’s embarrassment was gone in an instant. Had he told the man his name? He was fairly certain he had not. So, how did he know it? Logan would have felt it if the man had attempted to read his mind. There had been no casting within the span of their interaction as far as he was aware. Did that mean that he was like Logan? Was there another clairvoyant? His kind was so rare. The possibility that he might have found another like him had his heart racing.

“Don’t look so shocked, kiddo,” the man chuckled once more, “I’ve been expecting you, though I was told that you wouldn’t be here until tomorrow evening. So, I’m afraid I haven’t set out the cookies yet.”

“Cookies?” Logan breathed. He felt as if his brain was starting to melt. None of this made sense. Someone had ‘told’ the man he was coming. That would explain knowing his name. Was it the dragon? There wasn’t a lot of lore on the beasts, perhaps they could see snippets of the future as well.

“Yes! I was going to have plenty for your friends as well! The royal and the badger,”

“Procyon raccoon,” the witch corrected.

“Of course, of course,” the mystery man giggled. “Maybe you can invite them in! I can scrounge up plenty of food for both of them! I have tea and some pies. I bake when I’m bored. They’re a little burnt but-”

“My apologizes,” Logan interrupted, shaking his head, “I’m afraid I’m having a hard time comprehending everything. Wh-who exactly are you?”

“Oh! Silly ol’ me!” He giggled in response, hands going to his hips. “My name is Patton! I’m just so gosh darn excited to have visitors I forgot my manners.”

“Well… Patton,” Logan offered, testing the name on his tongue and trying not to let the warmth that seemed to tighten his chest at the man’s adorable mannerisms distracted him, “I’m afraid I don’t have time for snacks and chitchat. I-”

“Have a dragon to find?” Patton asked, seeming a bit disappointed, smile fading. He sighed softly, glancing away, “Why do you need it so much anyways? Do you want it to heal you? Because, if that is the case I don’t think it can… not in the way you want. Your wounds are not something magic can fix.”

“How did you-” Logan began but stopped himself. Something was very, very wrong here. Had Patton been able to see through his glamor? Had someone told him of Logan’s condition? Who could have possibly known outside of Virgil? “No, I didn’t come here to ask about my injuries.” The words had Patton’s gaze narrowing suspiciously.

“Well, no one comes here without wanting something, big guy,” he pointed out, his smile still missing as he turned away.

Logan didn’t know what else to do but to follow him, far too curious to leave now. Whomever, or whatever, this man was, he wasn’t what he seemed. Logan needed answers, and he couldn’t afford to leave without them.

Patton moved along the wall of the massive cavern before turning down a small tunnel.

“If you’ve come to slay the dragon, I’m afraid you won’t have any luck, kiddo,” he commented as they walked.

“Slay?!” Logan baulked in surprise and distress. “Never! Dragons are the wisest and most intelligent creatures known to have ever existed. Slaying such a creature should be a crime punishable by atrocities worse than death,” Logan practically snapped. Luckily the man didn’t seem offended in the least. If anything he seemed amused; another small smile turning up the corner of his soft thin lips.

“Well, color me pink. I am glad you think so!” Patton chuckled as they entered a smaller cavern that seemed to be furnished fairly nicely. Large wooden chairs sat around a small table, covered with an embroidered cloth., Next to a large bookcase practically overflowing with literature was a bench positioned against the wall with small throws and pillows. A bed sat in the far corner, the bedding meticulously positioned.

Patton moved into the room, stepping up to the small table and collecting the small lamp there.

“I would look away for a moment, unless you want those purr-fect eyes of yours to be blinded,” he snorted, obviously meaning to illuminate the room. Logan complied, in spite of the pun (which he would never admit was precious), closing his eyes until the smaller man announced that it was alright to look.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, colors becoming prominent with the new source. His slitted gaze shot to his host, far too curious to know what those soft full cheeks and curly locks looked like in the light of the flame.

The man was even more stunning than Logan had expected. The small flame caused his lashes to cast long shadows over his flushed cheeks as he moved to cover the lamp and set it down. His pink lips appeared to be swollen as if he had been worrying them between his teeth. His light curls bounced with every step he took towards one of the chairs. His hands were petite and almost delicate as he pulled the knitted blanket from the seat and wrapped it around his thin shoulders, nuzzling deep into the fabric before sinking down onto the polished wood of the chair.

“So, what do you want with the dragon then?” Patton asked expectantly.

It took a moment for Logan to pull himself out of his stupor, far too engrossed in the celestial being before him. “I-” he began, reaching out towards the man mentally as he always did when trying to determine someone else’s intentions.

Pain shot through his temple, pain like he had never experienced even during his time in the cells beneath Noname’s estate. He cried out doubling over in agony, tears starting to run down his reddened checks. Searing light seemed to wash through every crevice of his being, burning everything in its path.

When the pain finally seemed to subside, the cool stone floor pressed against his overheated chest was a welcomed feeling. His cheek rested on something soft, a small throw pillow, that elevated above the floor. Slowly, the realization of what happened struck him and he tensed.

“Try and relax, Kiddo,” Patton’s soothing voice came. Logan jerked his head to the side to catch a glimpse of the small man sitting cross legged on the floor next to him, mixing something in a small bowl. “I’m going to put this on your back now. Is that okay?”

His back?! No, no, no, no. That was not happening! Everything was finally making sense and he didn’t like where this was going. Why did he want to coat his back in whatever was in the bowl anyway? Could it be something meant to cause more pain?

No, if this creature wanted to hurt him he would have done it by now. Perhaps, he was genuinely trying to help. If Logan was right about Patton’s true nature, then this was an opportunity he couldn’t afford to miss. The witch gave a small nod of his head, the movement causing more pain to wash through him, although nowhere near as bad as it had been moments before.

Patton shifted a bit closer and the tension that riddled Logan’s body intensified. He didn’t even allow Virgil to touch the sensitive area. His partner was the only one that had seen him without the glamour he kept in place to hide his eternal wounds, and he prefered to keep it that way.

Logan was very careful with his clothing, his perfect posture, the way he draped his pack off of one shoulder. It was also the reason he couldn’t bear to wear a shirt or tunic. The softest caress of his back made him want to weep.

“This might sting a bit, but it will help,” Patton whispered softly, remorse lining his voice. Logan didn’t respond beyond the hissing intake of breath as the smaller man applied the salve to what only appeared to be a perfectly healthy span of skin. “Whoever did this to you....” Patton began, voice cracking slightly as if moved to tears by whatever it was he was seeing. “You must be in such horrible pain.”

“It is nothing I have not earned,” Logan mumbled into the pillow.

“That is a bunch of codswallop!” Patton snapped in annoyance, “I don’t want to hear any of it. You really shouldn’t lie to yourself in such a manner, Logan. It is unbecoming of a gentleman like you.”

Logan’s frown deepened at the words, remaining as still as he could while Patton continued to apply the herbs that seemed to disappear beneath his glamour.

“You mean just like the falsehoods you fed me about the dragon?” he accused, making Patton pause in his administration.

It took a moment for the adorable man to collect himself, his own frown deepening as he went back to work. “You really shouldn’t try to read people’s minds without their consent,” he mumbled softly, “It is very rude.”

“And dangerous, apparently,” Logan added, before turning to look over his shoulder at the other’s small frame. It was no wonder he found him so beautiful.The creature no doubt took on whatever form would be most suitable to whomever he appeared to.

“So, I am right. You’re…” he trailed off, knowing how terrified he must sound to the powerful being who had him like putty in his hands.

“The dragon you’ve been searching for? Yes,” Patton nodded somberly, setting the bowl aside and moving to stand.

To be continued....

Thank you to the absolutely amazing @gilby-the-grad-student who looks over all the chapters and improves on them immensely! (She is also doing the prompts so you should check her out!)

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evolutionsvoid · 5 years ago

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Among the mossy trees and the flooded roots, a gluttonous beast hunts. For those who wade through the cypress swamps, there is one species that keeps them wary and alert. If you find yourself anywhere near these lands, you will hear words of warning about the Wompogos. Some may find no surprise in a large cat being a notorious predator within an ecosystem, but they may not expect one doing so in a manner like this. They are indeed mammals and indeed feline in nature, but many compare these creatures to that of a frog. They do not carry the sleek and elegant frame of other cats, rather they are squat and bulky things. Their posture fits more with a toad, with enlarged hind limbs, a bloating belly and an unsettling large mouth. Many find them ugly creatures to behold, but they have traded beauty for practicality, and are doing quite well with this setup! In a swampy, flooded land such as this, you need certain adaptations to survive! You can see this in many parts of their body like, for example, their limbs! These long awkward-looking appendages are certainly not good for sprinting and chasing prey, but they excel quite well at climbing trees and wading through the swamp. Their paws are webbed, which helps them walk atop the muck and swim through deeper water. They also have retractable claws, which are perfect for climbing the towering trees. Their hind legs are much larger and stronger then their forelimbs, as they use these for pouncing and for pushing themselves up as they climb. They also possess a long thin tail, which looks quite odd coming from such a squat body. This helps them with balance as they traverse the mighty branches above, and it also serves a powerful whip when faced with foes! While these adaptations are interesting, I am sure people are far more interested in their creepy grin and swollen stomachs. Those are not exactly common things in the feline family. Their faces are indeed a bizarre sight, as their skulls are quite flattened and their mouth is much wider than people are comfortable with. This is for two reasons, the first being that the Wompogo likes to hunt within the swampy waters. This flattened dome shape of a head has its eyes and ears moved a bit further up on the skull, which allows them to peek above the water line as they hide in the marsh. Much like toads and frogs, they like to hide in the shallows, waiting for prey to come close. Long thick whiskers help them detect movement in the water, which helps them locate prey and pick a proper ambush spot. If one gets too close to the hiding Wompogo, it will launch forward with mouth agape and claws at the ready. It is at this point where we reach reason number two for their strange faces, and it is because they don't believe in chewing. With their wide mouths and flexible jaws, they can unhinge these gaping maws and swallow prey whole. Smaller animals are instantly sucked in, while larger beasts will have to be slowly pulled in bit by bit. Dozens of small hooked "teeth" line their jaws, which help grip their victims and keep them from escaping. I say "teeth" because a majority of these spiky things are actually barbs of bone that grow directly from the jawbone. These help the true teeth, as they are rather small and spread out on this massive mouth. With such a gluttonous diet, the Wompogo possesses an expanding stomach that can fit in quite a meal! A full grown Wompogo can swallow an entire Sousuin, which is no easy feat! When it comes to ambush, Wompogos do not just use the water as cover. Due to their powerful limbs and claws, they also hide up in the trees and branches, waiting for prey to pass underneath. Their green and brown fur serves as camouflage, allowing them to blend in with the algae-filled water and moss-covered branches. Any attack, either from above or below, will have the Wompogo using its hooked claws to immobilize prey for easy swallowing. Those these are nasty weapons, they are rarely used to kill. Rather, they are meant more to wound and weaken prey, so that the Wompogo can devour them with their huge mouth. It seems that these cats prefer their prey live, as they never take the time to fully dispatch their victims before eating. No one is sure of the reason, but some think it may be out of sheer enjoyment. Regardless, Wompogos like to swallow their victims and then travel to their special resting spot for a nice long nap. Depending on the size of their meal, some may retreat to the treetops to sleep, while those with larger gut loads must snooze in tall grass instead. These huge meals can last a Wompogo for days, even weeks, as they just lazily clean themselves and lounge about.

When mating season occurs for Wompogos, the males will let out deep rumbling purrs from their maw while the females call out with a bellowing wail. While these noises are essential for locating viable partners, they are absolutely horrifying to listen to in the night. Some believe that the tales of screaming ghosts and strange presences in the swamp may be due to Wompogos in heat, and don't think they are wrong! Anyways, the males will track down the calling female and hurry to be the first to claim her. Plenty of fighting can occur, but eventually one victor will emerge. Once this is done, the male will leave and the female will be left to raise the litter months later. Wompogo kittens are birthed on dry land and will be reared there for their first few weeks. Before they are born, the mother will look to consume a massive meal, as she will no longer hunt as long as the kittens are vulnerable. Once they reach a certain age and strength, she shall take them into her mouth and carry them into the trees. They will remain in the branches above, safe from predators, while their mother hunts for food. She will go after smaller prey at this time, that way she can climb back up to her kittens. Up there, she will force bits of her digesting meal back into her mouth, and then will hang it open so her young can reach inside and eat. Think of it like birds feeding their young, except the babies climb inside mom's mouth to get the food. Due to their hunger and size, Wompogos are quite territorial. They stake out their hunting grounds with markings of bile and urine, and they get quite agitated when competition starts moving in. Fights with their own kind are quite vicious and loud, but they rarely end in death. Usually one backs down and scampers away, while the other settles back in for a long night of hunting. Not only do they fight with their own, but they do seem to have a feud with Swamp Basilisks. Both of these hungry beasts love eating prey whole, and there isn't enough room in these bogs for both of them! Wompogos are quick to react when they smell a Swamp Basilisk, and they will rush to oust this intruder. Their sharp claws can easily shred the slimy skin of the basilisk, giving the Wompogo a physical advantage over their opponent. However, the drowse-inducing oral eye of the Swamp Basilisk can slow these cats down and give the basilisk time to sneak in a paralytic bite! In the end, the Wompogo will usually win, as they have their claws and cleverness. Swamp Basilisks may succeed, but it is only about a quarter of the time. That is why the cypress swamps belong to the Wompogos, while the other marshes remain the land of the basilisks. It should be no surprise that the Wompogos are feared beasts by those who live near these swamps. These felines are great at ambush and are quite good at taking down prey. Even us dryads are not safe from these creatures! Like an inquisitive sapling, these beasts are willing to eat anything that interests them, even if said creature is made of plants and not meat. If you are breathing and standing anywhere near a Wompogo, it will try to swallow you. This makes these predators the number one threat to any who travel through the swamps. With them hiding in the waters and lurking in the trees, one must look both above and below! To help prevent attack, locals will wear thorny garbs or cover their boats with spiky bits. Another practice is to wear a mask on the back or top of your head. This makes the Wompogo think you are facing towards them, which will cause them to freeze. They will not move if they think their prey is staring at them, so this ruse can buy you time to get out of attack range. I highly recommend following this advice if you ever decide to enter these swamps. Wompogos are nasty and tricky creatures. Even if you think you checked every angle, there will probably be one lurking somewhere nearby. I myself partook in the mask trick, though I went a little overboard with it. I was nervous during my first expedition into the cypress swamp, so I decided to play it safe. Turns out my big noggin can fit quite a lot of masks on it, so I decided the more the merrier! I am sure the Wompogos that spotted me were baffled for days about the seven-faced creature that floated through their territory! Since they are felines, some have wondered if Wompogos could be domesticated. We have tamed the house cat and other felines, so why not a Wompogo? Well the number one reason is that people find them quite ugly, which means many won't even try. Sure their kittens may be cute, but when they grow up it becomes a very different story. The other reason is because Wompogos think more with their stomach than their brains. Sure they can be swayed by bribes of food, warmth and shelter, but sooner or later that big kitty is going to wonder "can master fit in my mouth?" And like it or not, they are going to figure out the answer to that question. Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian ------------------------------------------------- This species was mentioned in a previous entry, and now they finally got their own! The world needed its own medieval crocodile! I think these guys are kind of like a fusion of the Cheshire Cat and Great Jagras.

#monster #creature #feline #cat #swamp #marsh #art #drawing #wompogo #I love that name for some reason

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skyedragonwrites · 5 years ago

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goodbye to a world

Fandom: Original Work TWS: tragedy, child death, global warming bad ending, slight talk of gore? no actual description, just POV character thinking about it Summary: The world is ending, and she knows it.

I am one of the lucky ones.

Some wouldn’t consider me lucky. Some consider the ones born wrong, missing half a head, too broken to even draw a first breath to be the lucky ones. They say they’re lucky – those beings are never forced to experience this shattered, horrific world.

And you know, they’re not entirely wrong.

Our world is shattered, broken, destroyed. The sands – not a desert, a desert has life, this is just empty, dry sand – have overtaken every livable place in the world.

The water is gone. The heat is unbearable. Oppressive, forcing even the lucky ones into heavy clothing to avoid having our skin scorched to the bone.

It’s horrible.

But I am one of the lucky ones. My legs work, my hands – all four of them – are semi-functional. I can see (not well, but I can see), and although I lack a sense of smell, I can still taste.

That is far more than most of the others.

We’re all twisted and broken – a combination of radiation and the Shattering has seen to that – but I am one of the least broken.

So you see, I really am one of the lucky ones.

I bring the stub of my cigarette to my mouth and breathe in.

There will be no long-term here. I know that. I do not care, because it doesn’t matter. The world is ending, and I will bear witness to it, for all those who could not.

My antennae twitch. Footsteps. Insider or Outsider? I am an Outcast, an easy target. No pack to back me up in a fight, no consequences for taking out your fear, your frustration, your rage on me.

I still do not care. The world will end at sunrise. I know.

I have heard stories, of the Shattering, of the way people reacted when they realized all hope was gone.

I was born after that. Long after that. It has been generations, since we saw the ships take off and realized that we had been abandoned.

Abandoned here to die, to slowly burn to death as it got hotter, and hotter, and hotter. The planet is scorching, unlivable.

Yesterday, so many died. We have no water. We have no food.

When the sun rises, the remaining survivors will be dead by midday.

Humanity, if you can even call us that anymore, will be wiped off this hell planet, and everything will be taken with it.

The cigarette is burning my fingers. I do not care. I cannot care. I do not deserve to care. So many fell before today. I am one of the last. I do not care.

I am not imagining how it will feel as my flesh boils away, my hoodie no longer being protection enough for me.

The footsteps draw closer.

It does not matter. Nothing matters.

“Hello?”

A voice. Young, younger than I am. I look around, and then glance down. The person standing before me is short, shorter than I am.

Large mouse-like ears frame her sunburnt face. She’s got whiskers and a tail too, and the appendages clutching a small scrap of cloth to her chest are more claw then hand.

Her nose twitches nervously. “Miss?”

“Yeah, kid?”

It does not matter, it should not matter. She won’t remember by this time next evening. Neither will I. We’ll both be sun-bleached piles of bones on the ground, if even that is left of us. The world will get hotter, and nothing we did will matter.

“What time is it?”

Ah. She knows. Thank fuck, I don’t have it in me to explain it to a ten-year-old. Granted, that’s only five years younger than me, but so much changes between ten and fifteen.

I glance at the watch on my wrist. It’s the only thing that works in this world, a little miracle of mechanics and luck. “Six. We have… about an hour until sunrise.”

The sky is already lightening, and I can feel the heat beginning to sink into my skin.

Her ears droop. “Oh… I thought it was earlier. Thank you, miss.” She turns to go, tail dragging on the rough concrete.

Something stirs in me. It does not matter, should not matter.

“Hey- hey kid, hold on a sec.” The words are out before I can stop myself. What am I doing?

“Yeah?”

“You got parents?”

“Nah.” I can hear the disappointment in her tone. I feel her. Everybody older than you always asks about your parents. Never about you.

“Wanna go climbing with me?”

She spins on her heel, ears perking up. “I’ve never been climbing before!” She skitters over to my side, peering curiously up at me. “Why?”

I shrug. “I dunno. It’s something to do, I guess? It doesn’t matter.” I throw my cigarette to the ground and step on it. “Nothing matters - or really, nothing will matter this time tomorrow.”

“Yeah…” she says quietly. “It really won’t, will it?”

She looks so young, so sad. Before I know what I’m doing, her hand is in mine.

“Nah. It won’t,” I say, leading her towards a nearby fire escape. It’s rusted and bent, melting against the wall. Perfect for a first climb. “It really won’t.”

Her hand tightens on mine, her tiny claws scratching against my carapace-like skin. “I’m Minn! What’s your name?”

It really doesn’t matter, but I give it anyway. “Tess. Was my ma’s name.”

“Did you know your ma?” Minn asks as I boost her up. She holds the little ragged scrap of cloth in her teeth to keep her hands free. It looks like there might have been stuffing in it at one point, but I can’t tell what it’s supposed to be.

“Nah,” I say, hauling myself up after her. “But that’s what they said her name was. It doesn’t matter.”

“It won’t matter,” Minn says fiercely.

“Same difference.”

She stamps her foot and pouts at me. “Is not!”

“Whatever, kid.”

Minn rolls her eyes, but accepts the offered hand. I pull her onto the next ledge. We have to rest for a moment. The lack of water is getting to us.

I haven’t had a drop in nearly a week, but I’m not a mammal. I can go without. Minn… Minn must have had some sort of stash. It’s the only way she could have survived yesterday.

The sky is lightening rapidly as we reach the top of the building.

We only have a few minutes before sunrise.

I know it. She knows it.

Minn says, “I think… this mattered.”

“It won’t.” I say. “It won’t.”

“But it does,” she says. “It does right now.”

It…

It does matter.

I pull her into a hug, with all four of my hands. I take in a breath, to tell her she’s right, that it does matter, but I am out of time.

The sun crests the horizon, and the world ends.

It doesn’t matter now.

But it did.

#my writing #hello yes global warming really freaks me out #it's horrifying and i can't do anything about it and i just need to remember that it does matter #at least it does right now

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spazzbunn · 5 years ago

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Katrice’s Birthday Gift

Throughout the whole morning, a rabbit was quickly looking around inside of the mall. He seemed worried. But why? The answer was simple. Today was his girlfriend's birthday. His lovely beautiful and sweet red panda Katrice. He was panicking because he was trying to hard to find something for her. Anything that could make her feel loved. He could buy her some chocolate. Yet there wasn’t any of her favorite ones. He didn’t want to give her just any chocolate. Something sweeter like their love for each other. Maybe jewelry? She does look good and stunning in anything she could wear. But it is so expensive. What if she doesn’t like it? He didn’t want her to fake a smile. Especially to get mad or sad if she found out the price of the jewelry. He was planning to take her out on a birthday dinner, but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to give her a great gift. Something she will love. All of his ideas were bashed away. Either the stores didn’t have it or he threw them out of his head because of how it just wouldn’t work. Spazzie was in a panic. For a very good reason. He had weeks to think of something. He did, but then more ideas came. Then another. He was cracking because he wanted to make it so important to her. The morning sun starts to turn into the bright sunny day. Walking down the street was the familiar red panda. She was wearing her hoodie that Spazzie had given her. It was gray but it was like a heavy coat. It really did help her with keeping warm. Also thanks to her jeans as well. She walked down to the cafe since Spazzie was sitting outside in the chair. He was drinking a milkshake they were serving today. He looked over to see his loving mammal. “Hey Katrice!” He said with a smile to which she returned one back to him. “Hey Spazzie!” She said back to him as she goes and sits down on a chair next to him. He finished his drink as he places the cup down while also trying to suck up all of the milkshake with the straw. Katrice smiled at him being so dang adorkable. “So when did you want to take me to my birthday dinner?” The brown bunny stopped as he looked over to her. “Oh. We can do it in an hour. We can walk around for a bit if you want.” “Anything warm and cozy please.” said the red panda as she smirked with Spazzie getting a soft chuckle out of himself. The look of joy on the rabbits face slowly started to have a hint of worry. Like something was troubling him. Which was true. Katrice could sense it. So she scooted the chair closer to his and be close to him. “Ok. What is wrong with my Hershey Kiss?” she called him by the nickname she calls him to make him feel bashful yet happy. It sort of worked. Giving a small smile on his face. “Oh it’s nothing my Pumpkin Spice Raccoon.” He knew he couldn’t lie to her. Not only because she was pretty smart but also he doesn’t like to lie to her. “I just...Katrice, do love my gifts?” Katrice seemed confused with his question. Still, she was being honest and still having a smile. “Of course you silly bunny. What would make you think that?” “Well I-I…” He was pretty much feeling panicky again. Yet had to be calm and collective for Katrice’s sake. “I...I looked all over for some sort of special gift for you. Anything to get your beautiful green eyes to sparkle!” Katrice felt a bit of red showing on her cheeks while also holding Spazzie’s paw. “Michael, I am flattered but-” Spazzie spoke up still. “I...I got you something cheap...I-I’m sorry.” In the hoodie he had on, he pulled out two metal looking rings from his hoodie pocket. The jewel encased around the ring was black. Katrice looked at it with a confused look. Until Spazzie cleared up what they were. It was Mood Rings. “You got mood rings?” Katrice questioned with Spazzie nodding and giving her one. “They cost five dollars each so I got you and me one.” He said to her as he sighs. “I’m sorry...I wanted to get you anything but I didn’t know what to do! I ain’t good with so many things...and I just…” Spazzie felt his heart being tugged. Trying hard to not cry. “I didn’t want to be some lowlife like my ex’s...They always treated me badly and never gave me stuff for my b-day. S-so I wanted to get you one so special...so amazing...I would see your lovely smile and hear your adorable laughter that I always love to hear.” Katrice wanted to talk but decided to let Spazzie continue. As he was, she slid the ring on her finger as she looked at it. It looked pretty actually. Something that some big celebrities would wear. For five dollars, it was pretty cool of a design. “Katrice...I’m sorry that I am a terrible boyfriend for giving you such a terrible gift. Worst of all, a terrible friend…” Spazzie held back some tears again as he clenched his ring. “I didn’t want to be someone that mooches off of mammals. I ain’t like them...I ain’t like my ex’s. I-” “I love it.” Katrice said out with Spazzie looking at her and feeling his heart being less strung and his grip on the ring starting to loosen. His ears were up slightly in surprise. “You really do?” Spazzie questioned with Katrice agreeing. “Of course I do.” She went over and got to open his paw to reveal the mood ring. She takes it and starts to slide it on his finger as well. “I love it because it came from you.” “B-but I wanted to get you your favorite chocolate. I wanted to get you some stuff. Art supplies, jewelry, anything that makes you happy.” Spazzie told her with Katrice holding his paws. “Michael. You make me happy every day. Every time we talk I smile. I don’t need all those types of gifts. All I want is one thing that is the most important...is you. Because our love and your good caring self is why I am happy to be dating you.” The red panda said to the now blushing bunny who starts to smile. “...Thank you Katrice. I just didn’t want to disappoint you.” “You didn’t. You never disappoint me. Just understand that I love you for you, not your money, talents, or gifts.” Katrice kissed his cheek softly as her cheek lightly brushed against his whiskers. With a cool and collected head, Spazzie nods and smiles with blushing cheeks. “I’m sorry. I gotta stop worrying. I just want to have our relationship pure.” He would have gone on to rant but stop as he looks at Katrice and down over to the rings that were emitting a glow from the mood they both had felt. He stopped and sighed happily. “And I know that it is pure. Because you and I may be different in ways, our love is connected together because of us caring for one another.” The two mammals smiled and chuckled softly from the pretty romantic yet cliche thing they were doing. The mammal having to learn their mistake and make up and now having to worry and all that. Yet. They didn’t mind it. They still sat there, holding their paws until they move their heads closer to form a small quick love kiss on their lips. After the kiss, the two said their ‘love yous’ and started to just sat there. Smiling and enjoying their company. They had time before the birthday dinner so they just sat there and wait. All the while, their rings glowed purple. It was pretty clear to indicate that they both were happily in love. (Katrice Russets belongs to @msitubeatz, who btw is THE BURTHDAY GURL!) (ALSO Kazzie is a wholesome/joke ship) (ALSO ALSO Happy Birthday Beatz!)

#Kazzie #katrice russets #spazzie warren #katrice x spazzie #spazzie x katrice #zoosona ship

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vore-scientist · 5 years ago

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🎱-mica

🎱 - Your character and a talking raccoon walk into a bar…

The mustachioed wizard in brightly patterned robes sighed as he placed a mug of ale in front of the masked mammal who managed to give him a scathing look. Quite the accomplishment given that raccoons aren’t equip for complex facial expressions.

“How do you expect me to drink that?” The raccoon attempted to grasp the mug’s handle but even with his highly dexterous paws he lacked the strength. He stood up on his hind legs but he couldn’t reach over the rim of the mug from the stool. His neck just didn’t bend like that.

“Alright” Mica got up, returning with a bowl into which he poured the ale.

Leaning on the table with his forepaws the raccoon drank from the bowl. Mica drank from his own tankard. A little alcohol in his system wouldn’t hurt, though this was far from the strangest situation he’d been in.

“Better?”

“The ale is decent but my waiter is a bit rude”

“Listen” Mica set his now half-empty tankard and the raccoon looked up at him.

The raccoon licked his lips, cleaned his face, and wiped his whiskers, but sat back on his haunches to hear the wizard out.

“I know you’ve come to love your life,” Mica could swear the raccoon smiled, “But it’s been five years, it’s time to break the curse, You’re Highness”

(anon this was fun bc MW has talking animals, it’s not a weird thing, so I had to be clever with this)

#mystic woods extras #mystic woods #mystic woods story #Anonymous

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tc-yourhappyending · 6 years ago

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Imagine #9

*Science student|reader*

*Biology Professor tc*

The minivan rattled against the grainy road of the desert; the air conditioner barely covered all eight passengers who had been sitting in their spot for more than five hours. Tc/n was finishing his report, scribbling down on his clipboard and making sure that everything was set once they reach the site. “How long ‘til we get there?” asked a student that sat way at the back with his friends, the driver -who was also a Professor- replied to the whining young adult “We’ll be there in two hours.” There was a symphony of groan across the van which caused tc/n to smirk. A head then suddenly laid itself on his shoulder, he glanced at the young woman who had fallen asleep beside him, feeling bad for the tired girl he let her sleep on his shoulder.

The van slowed to a halt outside a fish ‘n chips shop in a small town, “Alright! Fifteen minutes break, go to the toilets, buy food, or whatever, just meet back here at two-thirty.” The driver-Professor instructed, and no sooner had he finished talking when half the van had already left to go to either convenience store or fish ‘n chips shop. You wake up having felt the van stop, you looked around confused as to why you were in a town and the van was empty “we’re having a stretch, fifteen minutes” tc/n informed the groggy student. “Oh ok, then I’ll go buy some food, do you want anything?” you asked whilst you search your bag for your wallet.

“Yeah, can you grab me a snack and coffee? I’ll pay you back.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, just give me bonus marks at the assessment” you joked, tc/n rolled his eyes but gave a low chuckle.

At the cafe you noticed a couple of your group members were having coffee as if they weren’t on a field trip. You head over to the front counter and ordered two medium cappuccinos, two water bottles, a fresh healthy wrap for him and a small box of macarons for yourself, you grab a couple packets of sugar and tissues. After about three minutes your order was completed, you grab your meal and hurried back to the van where you see the door opened and tc/n sitting with his legs up and across the seat. He looked up and noticed you “Hey, you’re back early” he sets down his leg and helped you up, once in the van you passed him his cappuccino, bottle of water, and wrap. He eyed his meal like a predator on their prey, “you’re drooling” you teased as you take a bite out of a pink strawberry macaron. Tc/n took a bite out of his meal and moaned with closed eyes “Mm~ Delicious!” he takes a single packet of sugar and mixed it with his cappuccino. You took three packets of sugar and poured it into your drink “That’s a lot of sugar.”

“I have a sweet tooth” you explained somewhat embarrassed of not being able to drink the bitter beverage as it is. “That’s cute” he commented as he took another bite out of his meal. For the remaining time the two of you eat in silence, a cool breeze cooled the two of you from the desert heat. Eventually the crew returned to the van and everyone managed to get to the campsite ahead of schedule.

After a long day of orientation and setting up in your cabins you were finally allowed some down time. The campsite was a large land with trailers that make up the building and shelters of the site, a campfire brewed at the centre, though everyone was getting drunk at the recreation hall. You head over to the campfire to warm yourself from the cold desert night, “Good evening doctor.” You greet the h/c haired man who was adding sticks and tinder to the burning pile, “good evening y/n, glad at least one student’s virtuous.” You took a seat across him and watched him across the orange flames, he looked absent-mindedly at the core of the fire as he poked it. Then your eyes met his piercing e/c eyes “what are you listening to?” he gestured towards your visible white earphones.

“Trash music.”

“Come on now, I don’t think your music taste is that bad.” You take off the earphone plug from your phone and turned up the music, the crackling of the fire muffled the music at his side, tc/n stood up and made his way next to you and had a listen. “Backstreet Boys? Really? But they’re so old!” he teased, you feel heat rise to your face as he mocked you, you gave him a playful nudge. “Sometimes I wish I could~” he began to sing along “turn back time. Impossible as it may seems.” You joined him in singing the song, the song that defined your feelings for him.

“Hang on, turn that down.” He slowly stood up his eyes stared at something a mere distance away, he left you as he went and picked something off the ground near one of the trailers, he stood back up and went towards you, his hands cupped in front of him as if he was carrying water with his bare hands. When he sat back down you notice there was a cute small mouse on the palm of his hand. “It’s a fat-tailed Dunnart, looking at it what can you tell me about how it has adapted to living in the desert.” You gently caress the soft back of the marsupial, you mention how it’s dark fur help it hide in the dark, you assumed that the small mammal was nocturnal, you talk about its small size, eyes, whiskers, tail, and snout.

“Very good! Now we’ll just let this little guy scurry off before we kill him.” He returned the Dunnart to where he found it before returning to his seat next to you. You spend the rest of the night talking about yourselves, what you planned to do when you graduate, all those stuffs. When you went back to your cabin late past midnight, your heart still danced around in your chest, your mind replayed the day over and over again, something tells you that you weren’t going get much sleep.

I might make a second part of this story, probably make it smut to practice, maybe.

#teacher crush #teacher crush community #teacher crush imagine #teacher crush family #tcc #tc crush #tc imagine #tc family #professor crush #tc community

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weirdmarioenemies · 4 years ago

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Rating all the Catified enemies in Bowser’s Fury!

With the release of Super Mario 3D World on Switch, we got a fantastic little game! Bowser’s Fury! It’s like a sequel to Mario Sunshine with 3D World mechanics, it’s a delight! it has the mod Sockop seal of approval! But that’s not why I’m here today, I’m here because this game gave us Cat versions of 3D world enemies! Complete with fur, tails and little cat ears! In this post, I’ll be rating these catified designs, as an excuse to show them all to you dear reader!

Name: Cat Biddybud

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Starting off strong, Biddybuds are some of my fave Mario creatures, and this look fits them well, the paws and tail look natural on their spherical body! And the fur looks like a fine velvet!

9/10 Would pet.

Name: Cat Blockstepper

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Blocksteppers are also already perfect, with their funny hats and their trumpet mouths. However, this cat form doesn’t give them fur, or paws or a tail at all! just some cat ears! Which I’m not even sure are part of their actual body! They could just be glued onto their hats, I hope it’s actually part of their bodies and they made little holes on the hats so they can poke them out.

4/10 Blocksteppers seem to have arrived too late at the Catification center, they only had spare cat ears left.

Name: Cat Bob-omb

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Another one that got the short end of the stick! No fur, no paws, not even a tail! Just cat ears! Both Blocksteppers and Bob-ombs walk thanks to their wind-up keys, so perhaps they only get cat ears because these are not organic creatures! It still seems a bit unfair on the guys, just because they’re automated doesn’t mean they don’t deserve some fuzzy fur!

4/10 You deserve so much more Bob-omb.

Name: Cat Boomerang/Fire/Hammer Bros.

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

The ears don’t look bad at all! But it’s still a very lazy catification, sure, they get fur but it’s so short it might as well not be there.

2/10

Name: Cat Bullet Bill

Debut: Super Mario 3D World

This one’s an interesting case! They’re the only cat enemy not exclusive to Bowser’s Fury, as they appeared in the base 3D World game. Like Bob-ombs and Blocksteppers, they don’t get any fur, so this supports the inorganic creature hypothesis. However these guys DID get a tail! And they look so much better because of it! Why didn’t they give tails to Bob-ombs and Blocksteppers! I demand justice.

6/10 The tail almost makes up for the lack of fur.

Name: Cat Bully

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Now THIS is a catification! Extremely long and luscious fur, you can TELL he grooms himself regularly! Cat Bullies also get a tail, ears, and paws, which fit in very well with their rotund body, as a matter of fact, their iconic horns got completely replaced by the cat ears! Which is a very bold move, but one I support wholeheartedly! Now, does this confirm Bullies are organic creatures? Even though they are clearly made of metal in their base forms? Perhaps the metal is an exoskeleton of sorts, as mod Chikako suggested, whatever the case, I’m glad they got the full fur treatment!

9/10 Fantastic ball of fur.

Name: Cat Cheep Cheep

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

This is a fishy, with fur and cat ears, not very hydrodynamic, fishies are bullet shaped for a reason, but this is ok because they at least look cute!

7/10 Pretty standard catification but it works well!

Name: Cat Coin Coffer

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Ouggoough.... Coin Coffer my beloved.... I wanna pet him so badly now... I guess sticking cat ears and fur on an orbular character just works!! And look at those paws! This is a novelty coin purse if I’ve ever seen one!

8/10

Name: Cat Conkdor

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Well, this is certainly something, I adore Conkdor, another mario creature very dear to my heart. Not sure I love this catification though, the tail looks good but the cat ears look very awkward, and it’s very unsettling to see a bird with fur instead of feathers. But don’t worry Conkdor you still look great, it’s just not your style y’know?

3/10

Name: Cat Flopter

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I really like Flopters! they have a Bee-like body with Dragonfly-like goggles, and they fly like a helicopter! Very charming little dudes often forgotten.

The cat ears complement the goggles extremely well! They looked a bit too bald in their base forms. And I bet those paws make landing easier! Good for them.

8/10 Award winner for best use of Cat ears.

Name: Cat Fuzzler

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Fuzzlers are already a delight, there’s not a lot you can do to improve perfection, and I guess the devs took that personally because this is a very light catification, I guess they couldn’t give them fur since they’re supposed to look spiky and not soft, but I still wish they did. They do have tails but they’re oddly short, more like a nub, they deserve longer tails! They’d look so good while rolling!

5/10 They don’t deserve a vestigial tail.

Name: Cat Fuzzy

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Very lazy catification, their oily shinyness doesn’t play well with the cat ears and tail. I’m sorry little one...

2/10

Name: Cat Goomba (Brown)

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

You might be wondering why I put their color in parenthesis, well, this is not the first Cat Goomba we got, 3D World has an orange Cat Goomba that actually pounces like a cat. The implication seems to be that the orange one is a Goomba that used a Super Bell, while this brown one is just a Goomba that got Catified by whatever catification forces are present in Lake Lapcat. Back to the rating, I love their little white/brown color scheme! Fits them very well, and they get little whisker-like stripes too!

9/10 Good Kittycat.

Name: Cat Koopa Troopa

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I really dislike this one, why are the cat ears on their cheeks? That looks like it would hurt? I don’t like looking at Cat Koopa for a long time, I think it would’ve been cuter if they put the cat ears on the shell! Maybe it wouldn’t make sense but it would certainly look nicer.

1/10 I can’t give out a 0 because look at that blessed smile...

Name: Cat Magikoopa

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

The ears look very odd, like they’re clipping out of the robe. Very lazy catification. Almost unnoticeable.

2/10

Name: Cat Piranha Plant/Creeper

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I love these ones they look SO silly, just stick some ears on their orb heads and you got a great kittycat! The fur also doesn’t look unnatural, there are fuzzy plants in real life!

8/10 Would pet carefully.

Name: Cat Rammerhead

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

I also like this one quite a bit! The ears fit well with their already ridiculous head, they just look like rounder spikes! It’s like they were meant to have ears! The lavender fur looks very nice. The tail also looks very cute, completely replacing their caudal fin, how do you seem with that buddy?

8/10 Very wet kitty.

Name: Cat Skipsqueak

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

WOW!!! This one is basically perfect! This is the ONLY catification to change the colors of the base creature! And for the better! They’re now a very vivid electric blue instead of the dull light blue of their non-cat selves. This one’s also the only mammal enemy, so their cat features look completely natural and fitting!

10/10 Very cute fat catmouse.

Name: Cat Snow Pokey

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Yeah this one’s arguably the laziest catification, their ears are barely visible too, but they still look cute and not unsettling! So I really can’t complain too much.

4/10

Name: Cat Spike

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

Spike always has such an expression of pure existential dread I can’t tear my eyes away from it... It looks like he’s not handling the catification too well... He probably feels very weird being suddenly covered in fur. They did get a cute little patch of white fur on their belly, which I think is an improvement to the design!

7/10 Hope you’re ok there buddy.

Name: Cat Splounder

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

YESSSSSSSS I LOVE SPLOUNDERS SO MUCH!!!! When I found out they got in the game I was SO happy, this catification is top notch as well! The cat ears fit in like they always belonged! And the salmon-colored fur is one heck of a look! They also got a long tail which hangs peacefully underwater, making them look like a cute comma!

10/10 Cat Splounder my beloved...

Name: Cat Stingby

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

As we already know, putting a tail and cat ears on a sphere looks really good! So this guy is a winner by default! I think the paws are slightly unsettling since they’re just hanging there... Never to be used. But it’s ok, I’m sure they don’t get in the way too much.

9/10 Fuzzy bees are always a win.

Name: Cat Seagull

Debut: Bowser’s Fury

To finish off this post! The most important introduction to the Mario universe by far! Cat Seagull!

This is positively delightful, they look so silly and mindless. They’re just vibing and I respect them so much for that. They probably don’t even know they have cat ears, but that doesn’t matter. Only thing that matters is existing and these guys are killing it at that!

10/10 I wanna live like you.

#bowser’s fury #mario enemies #mod sockop #kitty time ==:)

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encyclopika · 4 years ago

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Animal Crossing Fish - Explained #60

Brought to you by a marine biologist with a special otter boi today...

CLICK HERE FOR THE AC FISH EXPLAINED MASTERPOST!

When diving came to AC: New Horizons, I was only thinking about all the interesting invertebrates we could talk about and COMPLETELY FORGOT an adorable sea otter comes to say hi when you dredge up scallops. So, for #60 of this long series, we’re gonna talk about and celebrate Pascal!!!

Pascal is an NPC that shows up when you catch a scallop while diving. He doesn’t necessarily show up at the first one all the time, but he will eventually, and he’ll offer you a trade for it, either a DIY for the absolutely gorgeous Mermaid set or he’ll give you a pearl, which is a required ingredient for making that aforementioned set. He’ll also lay some “truths” on you like the philosopher he’s based off of!

Yeah, Pascal is based off of an animal and a real human. So let’s do the animal first, because that’s what we’re here for. Pascal is more than likely the Sea Otter, particularly the larger, West Pacific subspecies, the Asian Sea Otter (Enhydra lutris lutris):

Dunno why his fur is so bright red (it actually made me think for a moment he may be the Marine Otter (Lontra felina), but because of his long whiskers and his behaviors, as well as the fact the Sea Otter appears near Japan and is generally more well-known, I put that suspicion to rest - but if you wanna talk about it, send an ask/comment!)

Sea Otters are so cute, aren’t they? Unlike every other animal we’ve covered in this series, this one is a mammal, Class: Mammalia, meaning it’s a tetrapod (animal with four limbs), the females of the species have mammary glands (for which we mammals are named after) that produce milk for offspring, and they are covered in fur. In fact, the Sea Otter boasts the thickest fur of any mammal! They don’t have blubber like other marine mammals (ie dolphins) so that fir keeps them warm and dry, even underwater. It actually lead to their downfall, because, unfortunately, humans love fur and hunted them almost to extinction...cuz that’s just what we do, I guess. These days, at least in the USA, Sea Otters are protected along with all other marine mammals under the Marine Mammal Protection Act. They’re still endangered, but at least now they can get their numbers back up in relative peace.

And Pascal totally acts like a Sea Otter! He sure does love scallops in particular, and that’s actually a very Sea Otter thing, to have a favorite food like that. As a species, they will eat basically everything you can dive for in ACNH, including the Sea Urchin! However, Sea Otters learn to hunt by their mothers, and it’s actually been found specific diets and favored foods are passed from mother to offspring, because their mothers teach them how to find their favorite foods. So Pascal most likely loves scallops because his mother did. Pascal will take your scallop and then float on his back away from you, just like a Sea Otter, and then crack open the scallop and eat it beyond your boundary net. It’s amazing the detail they put into him.

But wait! There’s more!

Pascal may be named after French philosopher Blaise Pascal, a man of many talents. Born in 1623, Pascal was a lot of things, including a scientist who contributed to the fields of hydrodynamics enough to get a unit of pressure named after him - the Pascal (Pa) defined as 1 Newton/sq meter. He was also a big philosopher, contributing to religious thoughts and “truth”. So explains Pascal’s insistence to share his own “truths” with you after trading for lunch. Even though, in my husband’s opinion, it kinda just sounds like the rambling of a man who’s really high on that sea weed, lmao.

Stick that in your skillet, and let it simmer.

#sea otter #pascal #animal crossing new horizons #marine mammals #marine biology #science in video games #animal crossing fish explained

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aerialsquid · 6 years ago

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Title Pending.

Summary: Aizawa and Toshi track down some very unauthorized pornography. Nobody escapes with their dignity intact.

Notes: Basically I need encouragement to work on this, so I am creating a false sense of urgency by releasing the early parts so I have more encouragement to work on the later parts. I’ll put it over on AO3 with proper reviewing once I’ve finished the full thing. Contains referenced sex acts but no onscreen sex.

“You wanted to see us both, Principal Nezu?"

"Yes, please come in. And shut the door."

Even at his age, the scenario of a principal requesting you come to his office and then shutting the door, with as serious a face as a small furry mammal could manage, put a shard of fear into Toshi.

Aizawa had careful, expert neutrality in his expression. They'd both gotten a text twenty minutes ago from him, containing a terrifying lack of context besides a request to meet him in his office. Toshi was already mentally tallying up his students' recent performances and wondering where he'd gone wrong in their teaching this time.

Nezu hopped up on his desk and paced back and forth across it, paws behind his back.

"I received a message earlier today by email from an anonymous person. They claimed to have evidence that some of my employees were involved in conduct unbecoming of professional heroes or professional teachers at a prestigious high school, and included several images to support these statements. Now, I want you to know that I trust both of you and have nothing but respect for your professional behavior. What you do in your off hours is your bu--Yagi, if you tug on your hair that hard you're going to pull some of it out."

Toshinori was huddled up with one long set of fingers digging into his scalp, flush reaching his ears in a matter of moments. Meanwhile, Aizawa had gone completely still, like a prey animal.

It made Nezu laugh, which didn't help Yagi's hair pulling.

He kicked the mouse of his computer with one foot, turning the screen on. The screen background was fairly on-brand, a cute doodle of himself sitting on the UA logo. Nezu then navigated to a window displaying several video screenshots.

"Several of these images were in the email. I assume you can see the problem--breathe, Yagi-san, breathe!"

Toshinori only had time to see the images for a brief second before a coughing fit consumed him. It was still far too long. Nezu hopped off the desk and delivered several firm whacks to his lower back (too low to be useful but Nezu's arms were only so long) as he huddled in place.

The screenshots were dim, and apparently taken from hidden cameras in a narrow bedroom, possibly a hotel suite.They showed two people on a bed in several positions--some showed only one person's face clearly and left the other in shadow, but the one in the center was clear enough to make out that it was Aizawa and Toshinori, the latter in his skinny 'true form'.

Naked. And having sex.

Toshi tried to speak through the blood filling his mouth. "Principal Nezu, I assure you… I never meant to disrespect--"

"Yagi, giving yourself a coronary in my office would be much more disrespectful. Aizawa, pour us some tea, will you?" Nezu gestured at the electric kettle in the back of his office. "And take some deep breaths, Yagi. In, out, there you go."

Over the sound of his own pounding heart and with his hand clamped over his face, Toshinori heard Aizawa mumble, "These are fake." His spirits sank even further.

Yes, of course Aizawa would deny it. Toshinori couldn't fault him for doing so.With his reputation already so shaky after the training camp incident he couldn't risk anything else to bring the school scandal and the revelation that he had been banging the Symbol of Peace on the regular (which he had) would be too much for his career to bear. But with the footage right in front of them, how could Nezu possibly--

"Really? What makes you say that?" Nezu gently rubbed Toshinori's back, almost tittering.

"I have the scar on my face from USJ but not on my elbow. There's no stubble on my face. Besides that, I've never seen this room in my life and Yagi's missing the damage to his left side."

"I am?"

"And how would you know what Yagi looks like naked, Aizawa-sempai?" Nezu chirped. Yagi went into another coughing fit. Aizawa opened his mouth to possibly come up with some excuse about shared locker rooms when Nezu cut him off with a quick 'tkk!' of his tongue.

"I do know you two have been having extracurriculars for the last few months, Aizawa." Nezu tapped his snout. "My nose is as sensitive as it is adorable and I run a school for teenagers. There's quite a lot I'm forced to notice!"

"My apologies," mumbled Toshinori through another mouthful of blood. Nezu's tiny paw patted his shoulder comfortingly, as if the man wasn't four times his size.

"Really, if I made a fuss every time my teachers had a bit of fun together, I'd have no time for anything else. Just don't do it with the students and don't do it on the clock, and you'll find no complaints from me."

Nezu forced some tea down him while Aizawa continued staring intently at the screenshots, fire in his gaze.

"And the Aizawa's wearing a wig in the leftmost scene," he grumbled, scowling at the image of himself straddling Yagi's narrow hips, lips parted in ecstasy. "The face is a perfect imitation but he's wearing a goddamn wig in some of these."

"Having reviewed the full video, I believe it may be one or more people with a shapeshifting quirk," said Nezu. "Not the one who works with the League of Villains, but one less familiar with both of you. They're copying what they've seen of you on TV, which to your great fortune has mainly been with your clothes on. I've heard of this sort of pornography before, I believe they call its fans 'cape-chasers'."

Toshinori gave a shaky nod. "I've dealt with this as All Might. There were...certain fans, who had…"

"People who wanted to watch you fuck."

"Yes, thank you, Aizawa. My lawyers occasionally had to come down on such people, to maintain my brand identity, and with the internet some of them were never found at at all. They just kept making...videos. Of me. Having sex. And putting them on the internet." Yagi shrank into himself, his large bony form folding up like an ironing board."

Aizawa snorted. "One of the perks of being an underground hero is that you never show up in anyone's porn. At least, until now. Why send it to you, Nezu?"

Nezu's whiskers twitched, and his chipper demeanor fizzled away. "Because I'm expected to think it's the real thing. If I was a stupider animal and actually believed this was you, and on top of that actually cared what the lot of you do with your genitals in your free time, I might force you both to resign to avoid scandal."

"So what will you do?"

"What I'm going to do is what I've already done, which is telling the two of you." Nezu reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a USB. "This is the only copy here at the school, I've deleted it from my machine. Beyond this, I wash my paws of it." His cute, shrill voice had a timbre of icy steel. "UA does not bow to villains, whether they're the kind who attack in broad daylight or the kind who hide behind blackmail. The very idea disgusts me. But once our blackmailers figure out you won't be facing consequences, I'm concerned they may want to release the tape into the public."

He extended the USB. "Whatever you want done about this, I relinquish it into your control."

Yagi reached hesitantly for the USB, only for Aizawa to snatch it up first.

"Good luck!" Nezu called after them, back to being his usual perky self. "And remember to do proper breathing!"

#erasermight #my hero academia #lime #aizawa shota #yagi toshinori #all might #squid writes fanfic

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trashpandaorigins · 6 years ago

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89P13: Ch1

You have studied your entire life, sacrificed friendships, lovers, family for this-the message now on your tablet. Holding your breath, you tap the message and your heart jitters, you’ve been accepted. There it is plain as day. Accepted to The Halfworld Bioweaponry Laboratories. You start Tuesday.

My take on Rocket's origins.

WARNING: Animal abuse, PTSD, Graphic descriptions of violence and gore

You have a PhD in bioengineering and another in animal behavior. You have studied your entire life, sacrificed friendships, lovers, family for this-the message now on your tablet. Holding your breath, you tap the message and your heart jitters, you’ve been accepted. There it is plain as day. Accepted to The Halfworld Bioweaponry Laboratories. You start Tuesday. You do not have many things to pack, aside from books and diagrams. Halfworld will provide you with lodging and meals, you can finally have what you’ve always wanted: to be entirely dedicated to your work, on the frontier of biological and technological engineering.

Your orientation is extensive. You see the dorms, the cafeteria the recreation room and common spaces. You sit in a minimalist classroom listening to a senior scientist explain the mission and vision of Halfworld Labs. You are shown pictures and videos, but you are not allowed to see the actual test rooms or the animals until you are given clearance. You wait in eager anticipation, you sleep two hours and write the other five, studiously crafting drafts, ideas. You drink seven cups of coffee and clean you white coat until it is without a wrinkle.

You get security clearance after two weeks. You walk the underground tunnels like you own the place. Everything is wide and bright and bursting with potential. Immaculate labs with the latest technology, opulent library of records and manuscripts. You work diligently, handling every rabbit and deer and mouse and possum with precious care. You assist in the training and conditioning of hundreds of animals by the time you are promoted.

They congratulate you on your accomplishments. Your leadership and ingenuity. You bow your head modestly as your superior shakes your hand.

She tells you that one of the subjects, a Procyon labeled 89P is pregnant again, third litter. You will be put in charge of the offspring’s development.” You beam and go home to your trailer that night already planning. They will be the greatest enhanced mammals the galaxy has ever seen.

89P gives birth to five kits. Since there have been 11 others prior to this birth the first kit out of 89P this time is named 89P12 followed by 89P13, 89P14, 15 and 16. You cut each of them from out from the sow. They shriek and twist and mewl. Little limbs still curled up, yet they cry. They do not want to be born yet. It is too cold and too bright. But you smile as you grip them. They will be your greatest achievement. Two weeks later you discover that 89P 16 and 13 have red eyes.

A mutation side effect from the gene splicing over the years. You make a note of it in your log and instruct your team to begin training them. They cry and squeak when they are taken from 89P. You have a handler muzzle the sow and inject her with a sedative. The kits cry trying to wriggle away, they are tiny and soft and easily manipulated. 89P struggles against the drugs in its system. Its teeth are bared, and its fur raised. It runs at the glass of its cage, frantically calling to its kits. They hear her and 89P12 bites one of your handlers. The woman covers the kit with a heavy cloth until it goes silent. The sow claws at the roof of the cage, scratching against the priceless enhanced glass. Finally, you watch the sow’s eyes get heavy. It stumbles back and forth, trying to raise itself up in a futile effort. The handlers take the kits away, the piercing cries echoing off the white washed walls.

The subjects will begin their training before any surgeries. You cannot risk losing them under the knife after all and they are so impressionable at this age. You have them strapped down and expose them to auditory and visual stimulation. Guns going off, bombs being dropped, the revving engine of a ship. They watch the spectacle not knowing yet that they are intended to do such deeds. When 89P16 tries to close its eyes after an hour you give it a shock. Its body convulses and it trembles, mewling pathetic. Soon you shock 12 and 13 when their heads begin to droop and their eyes close. They are shocked until they learn to keep their eyes open.

The subjects are brought back to individual cages after 16 hours of visual stimulation with the videos. They cry for each other, pace, try to get out. Dexterous hands attempt to slip through the bars only to receive a shock if they do so. But there are toys in the cages to entertain them. 89P14 reaches for a small rainbow bouncy ball, its whiskers quivering as it reaches out and shrills. Sharp spikes eject outward stabbing the tender palm of its right front paw, it shrinks back it a corner for some hours, only to try another purple felt toy. This time 14 shrieks when electricity fires through its tiny body, fur on end and burning, limbs spasming. It curls in a ball on its side and after three days and four wounds later it makes no attempt at the shiny inviting toys. A new toy is placed in its cage. A toy gun. 14 ever curious shyly approaches the new item going forward then back with its muzzle. Forward and back and then at last it sniffs and reaches out to the gun, and this time there is no pain. It holds the toy, sniffing it and licking it. It takes 14 two weeks to disassociate from any of the toys except for the ones modeled after weapons. It takes 11 six days, 13 takes a week and a half.

#89P13 #Rocket Raccoon #my writing #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #rockets origins

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