#it's like a wolf looking at a pug

[salparadiselost]

Will Bitty Tim look similar to Izutsumi from Dungeon Meshi when he grows up? But like with more haunting eyes

Sort of except... definitely less cute lol. I'm telling you he's a scraggly looking creature. I know @spookyprime and @jube-art has done some doodles of him. IDK if they were ever posted or not (I think yes, but maybe that was the discord). He's definitely falling in the ugly-cute category whereas Izutsumi is more definitely cute.

People look at Tim and wonder what is wrong with him.

[impostorsshow]

I'm thinking about my 7 year old oc again

My "little" rant is below the read more so I don't clog up your feed and there's descriptions for the art with a bit more information in the alt text thingy. I add alt text with personal comments to most of my posts but I saw a post somewhere saying most people don't even realize the feature exists, so I'm just. I'm stating it here it exists I use it

While Jessica was experimented on by an entire institute, there was one main person overseeing the experiment, and that was the guy up there. The original experiment was to see what happened when you combined animal DNA with human DNA, since in this fake world genetic science is a bit farther than ours today, and this particular facility had successfully given animals different attributes, such as a rat gills and and chicken a tail like that of a cat. Despite both those creatures dying within hours, this corrupt motherfucker decided to try and get a human subject, and Jessica's family needed the money. Thankfully, not only did the test of giving her dog dna [idfk I'm a cat person give me a break on the breeds] worked, it turned out she was much harder to kill, and had not grown as expected from a 14 year old girl who's going through puberty and in turn growth spurts.

Anyway yada yada she broke out find out she's immortal whatever. Other notes :

She has a brother. I forgot his name but he did have a name, and was later submitted to the facility before her family found out she was missing at the age of 19 and survived, but he gained a compromised immune system and I might give him mobility aids. His color scheme is mainly green and yellow and I always think of those aesthetic pictures of the shoreline when I think of him. Jessica meeting her brother [now technically 23] is a very big help to her recovery, and while her brother is accepted and loved in their home town, Jessica can't bring herself to come back and usually asks him to visit her on the edge of town or at her house, usually bringing along friends. Eventually the main scientist dies by her hands and she covers it up ["cmon gromit, we have to hide the body! There's not cheese and crackers in hell, gromit!" /ref], and a few years later the facility is shut down due to malpractice and Jessica slowly starts to actually visit the town and her parents. They never have the same relationship they used to, but her parents are just happy she's safe and sound and being taken care of.

Jessica will eventually outlive Flora and inherit her belongings, as Flora lived alone her entire life, her photography career and later Jessica being more than enough to make her happy. Jess would start managing her social media when she got older, and never had the heart to delete anything, inviting her distant family to the funeral and arranging for her to be buried in the woods near her home. She's still visibly 14, and would simply live later with her brother in Floras old home and take care of it the best she could. Her story is about moving forward, and as such, you could say she has an infinite epilogue, rather than my other ocs who never get an ending, and the ones that do are frozen at the very end of it, not meant to go any further.

Jessica isnt meant to be aroace, but I heavily imply it because her never aging causes complications, and this isn't really a vampire example. She and her brother are the only one of their kind, and her brother is still destined to fall at some point, aging slowed dramatically rather than completely stopped. I used to consider giving her a love interest for hours on end, but eventually her being 14 would interrupt it and I just gave up. Flora however, is aroace, sex adverse and is the reason she chose the lifestyle she did.

Speaking of Flora, dispite living in the middle of nowhere in the woods, she's quite the extrovert. She loves nature, and used to be a wildlife ranger before her photography career took off, and often travels around the world to capture wildlife. When she found Jessica and found out she had run away from home, and didn't ask any questions after until they had more trust built up between them, simply providing shelter and care that eventually became a permanent roommate situation. She slowly worked up to taking jobs around the world again, but now that Flora had someone to come back home to, she booked her flights to make sure she could be home as much as possible. I think if Jessica was a normal girl and somehow found her way to Flora, they would spend weeks in Paris and Britain together, Flora never leaving Jessica behind on her trips. Unfortunately, werewolf science experiments would never get past TSA.

I don't know if I've ever said this but hey I'll say it again she used to have actual wolf dna, hence werewolf, hence Jessica Winterwolf, but I learned to draw wolf ears from gacha life and I genuinely didn't know what to do about it and couldn't think of another way of drawing them without them looking like cat ears, so I just made them floppy like a pug. Also Winterwolf is because winter is Jessica's favorite season.

Similarly with Jessica's ears originally being gacha life, I actually conceptualized her fully for the first time with a designed I liked in there, and one of the bits that stuck was the fact that she has crescent shaped pupils that are a lavender shade.

Her existence was heavily inspired by a series named "Harrowed Past" which has now been taken down by the creator, but the characters still live on, you can probably find it if you search up "pip and twitch thedragonhat" which I think is who made it?? Oh well I'll edit the post later if I'm wrong. Twitch was actually the first piece of art/fanart I ever made with the purpose of getting better at art, and I really wish i still had it, but I can't even find a picture i took of it or anything. Unfortunately, the character is really hard to find since his name is shared with the giant streaming site Twitch. I haven't watched the guys stuff in a long while but I think he uses twitch as his main vtuber for streaming nowadays which is cool.

[bethanythebogwitch]

It’s Wet Beast Wednesday and today’s topic is Anarrhicthys ocellaus, the wolf eel. Despite the name and long-skinny body, they aren’t eels (I’ll get around to true eels eventually, I promise), they’re actually one of the wolf fish, a family of 5 species, the rest of which look less eely. These fish are most famous on the internet for being ugly, which is a bit rude. Sure, they may look a bit like Popeye the Sailor Man, but that’s no reason to be insulting. I think they’re kind of cute, in a pug sort of way.

(Image: a wolf eel)

Wolf eels live in cold pacific waters in the Sea of Japan up into the Sea of Okhotsk, across the Aleutian islands, and down to southern California. Their long, slender bodies can grow up to 2.4 meters (about 8 feet) long ang weigh up to 18.4 kg (41 pounds), making them both longer and heavier than some children. Like moray eels, they prefer living in caves and crevices, often only sticking their heads out to look for food. Many will find a suitable cave as a juvenile and never leave unless forced out by a larger wolf eel or another cave-dweller like the giant pacific octopus. Wolf eels have a layer of mucus covering their bodies that helps protect from disease. Their scales are small and imbedded in their skin, giving their skin a leathery appearance. Each individual has a unique pattern of spots on their head, which can be used to identify them.

(Image: a wolf eel)

Wolf eels have large and powerful jaws and well as notable teeth. They are heterodonts, meaning they have teeth of different shapes that serve different functions. This is actually somewhat uncommon amongst animals. Amongst extant vertebrates, only mammals, some fish, and snakes have this feature. Wolf eels have molars and canines. In fact, the prominent canines of the wolf fish family is the origin of their name. Wolf eels use their hard molars and powerful jaws to crush and eat hard food. Their preferred diet includes sea urchins, sand dollars, crustaceans, and bivalves. They rarely eat soft food and aquarium specimens that have been fed soft food extensively can show poor dental health.

(image: a wolf eel monching on eating an urchin)

If you need more reasons to not insult them, wolf eels are romantics and model parents. They are monogamous and mated pairs will live and mate together for life. These pairs have a unique form of mating behavior. The male will nuzzle the female with his head and coil around her while she lays her eggs (up to 10,000 at a time), which he will then fertilize. Afterwards, the female will coil around the eggs to shape them into a ball She will occasionally rotate and massage the egg ball to make sure all the eggs are getting exposed to oxygenated water. When both are in the cave, the female will coil around the eggs to protect them while the male coils around her for more protection. Both parents share egg protecting duties, with only one leaving to go eat at a time. Once the eggs hatch, the larvae will leave the nest and move to the open ocean to grow. Juveniles live in the open ocean and have a different diet than adults. They are more active predators who use their canines to attack and eat small fish and fish larvae. After a few years, they will make their way back to shallower waters to take up their adult lifestyles. They become sexually mature at around 7 years old, though some will par up with their future mate as early as age 4. In addition, juveniles are bright orange with purple spots. They become darker as they age, eventually becoming fully grey.

(image: a pair of wolf eels protecting their eggs, the yellowish ball on the middle)

(image: a juvenila wolf eel)

Wolf eels are rather curious and even playful animals. In places with lots of human activity, they can become used to divers. In fact, they can even become friendly with divers, sometimes coming out to play with them and being happy to receive chin scratches. In many places, divers can hand-feed the wolf eels. This is controversial as it can disincentivize natural hunting behavior and ignorant divers may feed the eels the food that is bad for them. Wolf eels are very rarely aggressive, but they can deliver very painful bites if provoked.

(image: a wolf eel and a diver)

Wolf eels are classified as “least concern” by the IUCN, meaning they are in no danger of extinction. Still, threats to them include bycatch and pollution. They are rarely targeted for fishing today, but in the past, they were targeted by a few Native American tribes. In these, they were considered to be sacred “doctorfish” and were only eaten by healers, in the belief it would enhance their healing abilities.

UPDATE: after doing some digging regarding the usage of the fish by Native American tribes I found that everyone who makes this claim seems to reference the book "Probably More Than You Want to Know About the Fishes of the Pacific Coast" by Milton S. Love, which itself cites a book from either 1868 or 1870 titled "The Indians of Cape Flattery, at the entrance to the Strait of Fuca, Washington Territory" by James Swan. The book specifically discusses the Makah people. I'm a bit skeptical about the source so take those claims with a grain of salt.

(image: a wolf eel sticking out of a rock)

[dungeonmeshi-confessions]

https://www.tumblr.com/dungeonmeshi-confessions/763243025265836032/thistles-age-this-thistles-age-that-you-wanna-know?source=share

The aging is explained other anon. It all circles back to the demon. The ancient races asked for things for their future species members and all of that came at a price. If you look at ancient humans, they are biologically different from modern races. They all have some sort of mix of features from multiple races. Tall men with fur as an example (you can see the details if you look closely). Mixing races restores the lifespan because the races were originally "mixed" (in truth the modern races lost their diverse features, and mixing restores people to their original state more or less.) Think of it like this: Modern humans in dunmeshi are like pugs (selectively bred species to have certain standard traits that ultimately damage their health and life span) to the ancient humans who would be the wolves (naturally outbred and bio diverse species. Fun fact, wolves some times have pups with other canines as well. Look up coy wolves.) Dogs can sometimes regain their more ancestral features through outbreeding. ( I love how this is mirrored by Laios' ultimate monster that defeated the demon being a chimera. Seperation of the peoples, and a refusal to understand each other and see each other as equal is the grand problem of dunmeshi, and that is deep seeded into every little detail. She knew what she was doing, you just have to look at things multiple times. One read is not enough.) This dog vs wolf comparison is not a perfect analogy, but it is the first that came to mind. Everything IS explained. And she did it very well. You just have to read the material critically, and frankly multiple times. I missed the ancient humans being multifeatured the first time too.

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[phenomenal-savage]

The woman didn’t know what it was that woke her up.

It wasn’t a nightmare that roused her from slumber. It wasn’t a sound or a smell. There was just an underlying feeling of dread growing in her chest. Something was wrong. She opened her eyes and turned over to look at her alarm clock. The time read 1:35 AM. 

She sat up in her bed and looked around the room. From what she could see, nothing seemed to be out of place. Her window was locked up tight and her bedroom door was closed. Everything looked normal. She mulled over the details, trying to make sense of what was bothering her. Something was definitely wrong; the thought kept weighing on her mind. 

She blinked. 

The barking. There was no barking.

Her pug, Rex, had the most ear-piercing bark anyone has ever heard from a small dog. He barked at everything: new people, passing cars, squirrels. He’d even bark for the sake of it, no matter what time it was. Even so, she never minded the pug’s loud nature, especially at night. It was just another addition to the nocturnal soundtrack that lulled her to sleep. But now everything was strangely silent. 

She threw off her covers and got out of bed, grabbing a flashlight from her nightstand drawer and heading down the stairs to the kitchen. She opened the patio doors and shined her light outside. 

She didn’t notice anything wrong at first. The backyard looked the same as it always did, with her small garden and the doghouse in the corner. Her light wasn’t strong enough to reach the doghouse so she couldn’t see if Rex was inside. Maybe the pug had finally tired himself out after all the barking. 

Yet her dread still remained as she walked closer.

“Rex?” she called out, shining her flashlight across the yard. “Rex, come to mama.” 

She froze. 

Her backyard was enclosed inside a white wooden fence, just like many others in the neighborhood. There, on the side closest to the woods, was a hole. She flashed her light at the fence, her breathing growing heavy as she looked upon the wreckage. It looked as if something had burst through the wood, something strong and large. Broken pieces were scattered across the grass.

She took a step back from the sight. How did she not hear that? What could have…? Something squelched beneath her shoe. She shined her light down and gasped.

A bloodied, severed leg sat nestled in the grass. 

Sweeping her flashlight across the ground, she became fully aware of the bloody mess at her feet. Intestines, meaty chunks, and what looked to be paw prints littered the yard. She whimpered as she stared at the scattered pieces of viscera. What happened? Who or what could’ve done this? 

She directed her light to a darkened spot in a corner and screamed.

Sitting in a pool of blood was Rex’s head. His tongue hung limply from his mouth and his eyes were open, the pupils dark and blank. She took several steps back before falling onto the ground, her screams fading into sobs. 

And as her cries bled into the night air, a wolf’s howl reverberated in the distance.

Summary: "The story of twin brothers in the ordinary town of Rockwell, Maine. While having car trouble one night, one of them is attacked by a wild animal. Now, with the full moon approaching and a paranoid government agent hot on their trail, one brother races against the clock to find a cure while helplessly watching the other turn into a monster."

Fandom(s): Iron Giant, Ginger Snaps

Status: In Progress

Current Word Count: 12,252 (1 chapter)

Rating: Mature

Link: the dark after dusk, the wolf comes howlin'

[toxicanonymity]

BuzzFeed Quiz: Which joelkemon are you?

we have another buzzfeed quiz! courtesy of @missannwinchester and @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you 🫶🫶🫶

Also: which are you most compatible with?

The possible results are: Raider 🖤 Lincoln 🖤 Trouble 🖤 Stepdad 🖤 Thighs 🖤 Night Walks 🖤 Jojo 🖤 Vamp. (See also, Joelkémon cards)

Share your answer on this post in a comment or reblog 🥹 I'm raider.

Text version of quiz choices below the cut (you can dm the choices if buzzfeed is inaccessible for your vision)

Pick a plant: Monstera, palm tree, apple tree, cacti, ranunculus, fake plant, red rose, wildflowers

Pick an activity: walking, going to theater, bbq, sunbathing, driving, arts and crafts, gardening, crying silently

Pick your breakfast: waffles, leftovers, who needs breakfast?, coffee, buttered toast, eggs, cold pizza, watermelon

Pick song lyrics: 

A. "Come and tell me what you're thinking, 'Cause just when the boat is sinking, A little light is blinking, And I will come and rescue you"

B. "I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be your good boy, I wanna be your gangster, 'Cause you can be the beauty and I could be the monster"

C. "Oh, give me something to take the edge off, Something to kick the night off, Something to keep my mind off, This so called life"

D. "If you'd like making love at midnights, In the dunes of the Cape, Then I'm the love that you've looked for: Write to me and escape"

E. "You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see, I sure would be delighted with your company, Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me"

F. "The taste of love is sweet, When hearts like ours meet, I fell for you like a child, Oh, but the fire went wild"

G. "I'm tripping on the edge, High as a kite, I'm never coming down, And if you hear me, guess you know how it feels, To be alone"

H. "When you looked over your shoulder, For a minute, I forget that I'm older, I wanna dance with you right now, Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever"

5. You would never: bungee jump, trap a spider under a cup, cause a scene in public, be the first one to say i love you, eat something you absolutely hate, say no to a trip with friends, purposefully disappoint your friend, let others make decisions for you. 

6. Pick an animal: Bear, jellyfish, bat, monkey, panther, racoon, wolf, pug

7. Kindness, loyalty, sense of humor, trustworthiness, beauty, open-mindedness, independence, empathy. 

8. Choose a dress: a. long, red, flowy sleeveless; b. blue floral plunging neckline halter top half with black skirt, c. black, strappy, leg slit. D. shortsleeve red floral minidress, e. red floral tank top dress f. Wedding dress. G. white tshirt dress, h. White floral dress with a sash

[badbedforbedding]

Beauty standards in Westeros: wild beauty is beautiful?

Beauty is a huge topic in this fandom, specially in relation to some female characters. And different from the male characters, their physical traits are often put on higher ground than other aspects.

I know that we live in a society obsessed with ~aesthetics~ and with an ideal of beauty that is Eurocentric, ableist, and youthful; so it makes sense that the people (and their opinions) in this fandom reflects these ideals too.

(sigh) Anyway… Westeros is a fictional fantastical world set in a medieval era and this world too holds its sets of standards and ideals regarding beauty, and we can see how they affect the story/journey of some important characters; here I want to focus on the idea of the wild beauty associated with Arya and Lyanna Stark because it's a subjective enough word to cause a lot of confusion.

Now; suppose we all know how detrimental to women these beauty standards are, we cannot ignore that fact that they matter, they were made for a reason, and they serve a purpose in westerosi society:

First, it separates noble from commoners;

A Feast for Crows - Cersei III, Cersei compares Margaerys features to those of common people.

"Even peasant girls are pretty at a certain age, when they are still fresh and innocent and unspoiled, and most of them have the same brown hair and brown eyes as she does."

A Storm of Swords - Jon II, Jon's first impression of Ygritte.

"At a lord's court the girl would never have been considered anything but common, he knew. She had a round peasant face, a pug nose, and slightly crooked teeth, and her eyes were too far apart. Jon had noticed all that the first time he'd seen her, when his dirk had been at her throat."

By these recollections only, it seems like peasants have a certain look that is recognizable and sets them apart from noble people.

Without a deep analyses, we can already conclude that no Stark woman is common looking or plain. Their looks can be set apart from peasants and from among most other houses such as the Tyrell, its pretty signifying of their old noble blood:

Arya Stark - long face, gray eyes, brown hair, skinny and athletic body. Arya has the "wolf blood".

Sansa Stark - high cheekbones, blue eyes and "auburn hair lighter than her mother's".

Catelyn Stark - fair skin, blue eyes and auburn hair.

Lyanna Stark - Long face, gray eyes and brown hair. Slim body and tomboyish. Lyanna had too much of the wolf blood.

Edited: I’m not saying that peasants and common people are ugly, what I’m saying (what I deduced from reading the excerpts) is that compared to noble woman, common women are considered plain by noble people standards.

And the fact that most of these ladies are tied to one of the most traditional and old lineages in Westeros means that they don’t fit the common or plain category by Westeros beauty standards.

Second, it increases women's chance at a good marriage;

A Storm of Swords - Catelyn VI - Edmure and Catelyn talk about his betrothal to Roslin Frey.

"She's prettier than I dared hope." Edmure raised a hand before she could speak. "I know there are more important things, spare me the sermon, septa. Even so . . . did you see some of those other maids Frey trotted out? The one with the twitch? Was that the shaking sickness? And those twins had more craters and eruptions on their faces than Petyr Pimple. When I saw that lot, I knew Roslin would be bald and one-eyed, with Jinglebell's wits and Black Walder's temper. But she seems gentle as well as fair." He looked perplexed. "Why would the old weasel refuse to let me choose unless he meant to foist off someone hideous?"

"Your fondness for a pretty face is well known," Catelyn reminded him.

During the entire ordeal of a betrothal between a Frey daughter and Lord Edmure Tully, the latter complained about being denied of choice.

This is important because it shows exactly how it works for them: High lords who inherit castles and land can choose whichever lady they want, while ladies need to compete among themselves to try and get a good proposal, from where they can find security.

Robert Baratheon was to be Warden of the Stormlands at the time he was entertaining a marriage to Lyanna. Let's be honest now; do you think this asshole, the guy who fucks any pretty thing with a pair of tits without thinking, would settle for anything but a comely lady for a wife?

Of course there is the matter of her name and noble blood at play but just like Edmure, "his fondness for a pretty face was well known" and his feelings for Lyanna too:

"You never knew Lyanna as I did, Robert," Ned told him. "You saw her beauty, but not the iron underneath."

A Game of Thrones - Eddard VII

Edited: I’m not even questioning the physical characteristics that women need to have to be seen as beautiful. I think Edmure Tully’s speech at the quote I picked says a lot already, but in short: the preference that these privileged men show towards certain ladies is enough to know what is the standard held by Westeros society as a whole.

At last and most important, it reinforces the gender roles assigned to woman:

This is not supposed to be a critic to any of the women mentioned or their ways, but a critic of the people who praise certain traits and vilify others less soft ones.

About Elia:

"...the Stark girl, who was by all reports a wild and boyish young thing with none of the Princess Elia's delicate beauty."

"Princess Elia was a good woman, Your Grace. She was kind and clever, with a gentle heart and a sweet wit."

About Margaery:

"The girl no older than Robb, very pretty, with a doe's soft eyes and a mane of curling brown hair that fell about her shoulders in lazy ringlets. Her smile was shy and sweet."

About Sansa:

"Soft-spoken sweet-smelling Sansa, who loved silks, songs, chivalry and tall gallant knights with handsome faces."

Gentle, delicate, sweet, soft-spoken and other variants of these adjectives are used to describe these ladies in particular when mentioning their beauty. All these adjectives are found at the appearance section of their pages on Wiki of westeros.

Westerosy woman have little to no say in the decisions regarding their own lives, noble women are always at the mercy of a father, husband, or another man. They are raised to become two things only: a wife and a mother and again gentle, delicate, sweet, soft-spoken are words often related to motherhood and romance.

Wild, willful, stubborn and outspoken are completely different things from gentle, delicate, sweet and soft-spoken. In fact, they are opposite, and that's where the concept of "Wild beauty" draws so much confusion.

Edited: I’ve seen people interpret wild as unkept, savage, plain and/or ugly. The word in itself is not typically used to refer to one’s appearance, but to landscape or actions. But when the wild beauty idea come in George’s text is always to highlight Lyanna/Arya’s different look as well as character compared to southern ladies.

To use someone else’s perspective that is not their loving brother/father (since this means he is biased and unreliable as a narrator, *sarcasm*):

In The World of Ice and Fire - The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring

“The crowning of the Stark girl, who was by all reports a wild and boyish young thing with none of the Princess Elia's delicate beauty, could only have been meant to win the allegiance of Winterfell to Prince Rhaegar's cause, Symond Staunton suggested to the king.”

The juxtaposition of the descriptors Wild x Delicate makes the case stronger when we remember that the delicate quality that Elia had comes from her frail and fragile health.

In conclusion:

Lyanna Stark was a beautiful woman with beautiful attributes, her beauty was well known and no one could deny. On the other hand, she lacked the womanly shape desired from most men and had too much force of will to be accepted by the southern court.

Arya Stark is a girl still growing into her features, her looks, and personality are similar to her aunt's even as a young girl. It's not hard to see that she will become as beautiful as Lyanna was said to be.

The wild beauty is in their physical traits but something else too, more ethereal and impalpable, the wolf blood.

Their wild beauty it's a set of all that Westeros holds as beautiful, added to what they fear the most: a strong, willed mind.

That's it, if anyone read so far: thank you for your patience. I am incapable of being brief. I wrote this with my own memory and research, so if I missed something, feel free to add to it. Also, if you are one of those stans who complain about others calling Arya beautiful: fuck you.

[coralcatsea]

I feel I'm the only person that prefers the OOT moblin design the most.

I think it is because its so weird. There are plenty of villains with pig soldiers, but how many villain have bulldog/pug soldiers?

This is true! Personally I'm partial to the design of the Wind Waker moblins, as I feel they have the most personality, and I think the BotW/TotK moblins are cool since they almost look like a weird cross between a pig and a wolf, but no doubt, the OoT moblins are very unique.

I definitely can't remember bulldog soldiers in anything else off the top of my head, and they're noticeably buff, too. I like the way they march around in an enclosed space, as it made them even more intimidating.

[craftygalaxyspyfrog]

of cabbages and kings (why did the teddybear not want dessert?)

There are always two sides to every story, life doesn’t exist in black and white but rather an assorted gradient of greys that transition from one to the other. To truly weigh the worth of a choice, you must also take into consideration the motivations behind it.

That brings us to right now. Tuesday evening. There was nothing particularly special about this Tuesday evening. In fact, it was rather the opposite. For Yoko, this had become an increasingly systematic occurance. Enid seemed to regularly find herself stomping through her good friend's door. Her face full of anger, breathing like a pug; only to then fall down onto the vampire's bed, moaning and groaning about what her own roommate had said or done five minutes earlier. Yoko hardly batted an eye at her these days. It was easier for her own sanity.

Enid's eyes were redder than garnet today, they seemed to flicker between wolf and human multiple times before the girl was able to breath regularly again. Well, regularly for Enid.

Yoko looked up from her desk, forcing herself to look away from the paper that was due in tomorrow. Mr Kelser was not going to be pleased if this was not finished. She didn't believe that he would take a lover's quarrel as a viable excuse for it not being turned in. She took a deep breath before swivelling around on her chair to face the blonde.

"What's up, Enid?" She didn't try to hide the irritation in her voice.

If Enid noticed, she did not comment on it. "Wednesday was-,"

And, at that, Yoko tuned the girl out. She liked Enid, she really did, but there was a limit to how much talk of Wednesday she could actually take. Instead, she focused on the painting that was mounted on her wall - hanging just above Enid's head. She studied it. Has it always been this crooked?

"Are you even listening to me?"

Enid's voice pulled her out of her train of thought. She will fix the picture later. This essay needed to be handed in in less than twelve hours and she was not even half way done. She liked Enid, she really did, but she liked not failing her classes more.

"I'm sorry, Enid," she sighed. "You know that I love to sit here and listen to you talk about Wednesday for hours, but I really have to finish this essay."

Enid looked at her incredulously. "Seriously?! A paper? Over me?"

If Yoko wasn't so sure, she could have sworn that the wolf was using her puppy eyes to try and corrupt her thinking.

"Yes. A paper over you," she said, looking over her sunglasses at the girl that was still making herself at home on her bed. "If you can be quick about it, tell me what happened. If you can't then it can wait for tomorrow."

Enid scoffed, swinging her legs over the side of Yoko's bed and making her way back towards the door.

"Whatever, Yoko. If you don't care about me!"

Full of drama, as always. Yoko rolled her eyes at Enid as she slammed the door behind her. The vampire went back to her paper. She would get over it.

Enid began the small walk back to her own dorm. Back to her stubborn roommate that had disrespected her snood.

Why was Wednesday such a weirdo? She was trying, really hard, to make the little corpse girl feel comfortable. She wanted Wednesday to feel at home here, with her, to be happy. Did Wednesday even know how to feel happy? Come to think of it, Enid had never once seen a smile on the Latina's face. Maybe her face was just broken. Maybe her lips didn't move beyond giving snarky remarks and sarcastic comments to people. Maybe that was it.

She didn't really have a lot of time to contemplate what exactly was wrong with Wednesday's face before she was stood outside of their shared room. She took a deep breath, mainly to steady herself for whatever argument was to come between them, before jiggling the handle and walking inside.

Wednesday was sat in exactly the same position as when she had left ten minutes ago. "I thought that you had gone to drown your sorrows with the vampire."

Sarcastic comment. Maybe that was all her mouth could do.

"Yoko has a paper due. I decided to leave her to it," she tried not to sound upset. It didn't work.

"She kicked you out."

It wasn't a question, just another snarky remark.

Two for two.

Enid flopped down onto her own bed before turning her head to face her roommate. Wednesday was sat at her desk, fingers clacking against the typewriter.

"Why have I never seen you smile?" Enid asked, her voice full of genuine intrigue.

Wednesday froze, pausing her fingers over the buttons on her typewriter. "You are just not funny."

The werewolf scoffed at that. Offensive. She was hilarious. She sat up on her bed, legs dangling off the side, "that is not true. I am very funny. Why did the teddy bear not want dessert?"

Wednesday didn't respond.

"Wednesday." Nothing.

"Wednesday." Nothing.

"Wednesday!"

The girl in question growled a little under her breath before raising her voice just slightly, "teddy bears are not able to eat anything. They do not have functioning stomachs."

Infuriating. Enid groaned. "Never mind. Forget I asked."

It was then that she heard a fast tapping behind her, a hand popping up from under her bed. Thing was trying to tell her something. He was rushing his words and she had no clue what exactly it was that he was trying to tell her, but it seemed important.

When she gave the appendage a blank look, Thing jumped up onto her leg and gave her kneecap a light squeeze before fluttering his fingernails underneath. Enid squeaked and lurched forward at the touch. She looked to the sentient hand with a touch of offence before it clicked with her what it was that he was trying to say. He was slyly trying to point at Wednesday. A light bulb went off in her head.

Wednesday Addams? Ticklish? He had to be joking. She looked between the hand that was currently perched on her knee and the girl that was still sat at her desk across the room. He didn't look like he was joking. He was still pointing her towards the Latina.

Thing jumped off of Enid and scurried back to his makeshift bed that he had made out of her stuffed animals. She looked back at him, he gave her a little nudge from afar and the werewolf stood up from her bed.

Okay. Wednesday Addams is ticklish. Let's test this.

Enid crossed the distance between her bed and the goth girl's typewriter.

Wednesday didn't hear her approach, too engrossed in writing out how Viper was about to torture a man for information, but she felt a sly jab to her side and practically fell off of her chair with how hard she recoiled. Thankfully, she was able to save herself from that embarrassment.

She whipped her head around to see Enid standing above her, looking very proud of herself, and she stood from her chair. Her original goal was to appear threatening, try to stop this from happening before it did, but it did not help that she was still a few inches shorter than Enid.

"Do not ever do that again," the girl practically growled at her roommate. The last thing that she wanted was for Enid to see her as weak. This was a weakness.

Enid well, being Enid, was far too happy with this newfound discovery to just let it slip by without experimentation. She shot her hand out again, ready to attack the girl's side, but Wednesday's reflexes were that of a mountain lion. She was quick. Luckily, Enid was quicker. That, coupled with her wolf strength, she had every advantage here.

Without much struggle on her part, she had managed to lower Wendesday to the floor. The writer had struggled as much as she could, growled and cursed as often as possible, but the wolf subsequently found perch on her waist; she was able to wrestle both of her hands down with little effort.

If Enid was to admit it, which she would not, she quite enjoyed seeing Wednesday like this. The girl's hair had come a little loose in her struggle, her face bright with just the smallest tint of red to it.

"Enid," she breathed out slowly. Trying to sound calm, but threatening. "Don't."

It did not seem to work. The grin had yet to leave Enid's face. She was ready to finally see her roommate's smile, hear her laugh.

"Wednesday," Enid drawled out, "are you ticklish?"

The Latina growled under her breath. "No. Let go."

It was a lie and, by the look on Enid's face, she did not find it at all convincing.

"Hmmm," the blonde hummed, appearing to be in deep thought. "Then you won't mind if I try?"

Wednesday was doing her best to try to remain calm. Her composure threatening to poor out of her like candy from and upturned jar. "I will rip your tongue out and use it as a floor mop."

Enid snickered at that. "Sure you will."

And before Wednesday knew it, there was a nail lightly scratching at her side. She took a deep breath, never once breaking eye contact with her roommate as she tried to grab hold of a wrist. No luck.

All five fingers were suddenly working to tear Wednesday apart and she was slowly starting to come undone at the seam. As Enid moved her spidering fingers to the girl's stomach, she watched as a corner of her roommate's mouth twitched. Now she was getting somewhere.

"Enid," Wednesday tried, her breath hitching as one finger trailed across her waistline. "Stop this now and I will make sure to spare your left leg."

"What about my right leg?" Enid asked, not even trying to hide the amusement that this whole situation was causing her.

"I am going to hang your right leg above my bed as a warning."

Something about their current position just made Wednesday seem a whole lot less intimidating.

Enid sighed halfheartedly. "Well, I guess I am just going to have to give you a lesson of my own."

Enid dug her hand into Wendesday's ribs and shook her fingers madly.

The sudden movement was enough to take the raven haired girl completely by surprise and she squealed. Followed by a snort. Today was not a good day for her.

"Ehihihihinid! Stohohohop it!"

The blonde looked into the face of the girl that was currently a giggling mess underneath her and her heart couldn't help but skip a bit at the smile on her face, the sound of her laugh. Wednesday had dimples! It was adorable. She was adorable.

Eager to hear more, she brought her other hand down and shook that into Wednesday's other side.

Her laughter rose and octave higher.

"AH! Ehihinid! Yohoho -"

She was cut off by her own laughter as the blonde located a spot on her second rib that was just full to the brim with fun reactions. She milked that spot for all of its worth.

Wednesday wasn't able to say much of anything at this point, she just batted at Enid's hands in her strongest attempt to get this highly unpleasant form of torture to stop. It wasn't helping.

Before long, Enid could tell that Wednesday was nearing her breaking point and when she started to tap her surrender onto the floor, the blonde stopped to give her a break. The girl welcomed that, sucking in air to her lungs whilst simultaneously trying to glare at her roommate - her smile doing little in the ways of intimidation.

"I'm almost done with you, don't worry!" Enid was still beaming from her discovery.

When Wednesday opened her mouth to say something, no doubt a snarky remark, Enid dropped her head down and snuck it underneath Wednesday's hoodie.

She could feel the werewolf’s breath on her bare skin.

The goth's eyes grew about three sizes as she realised what her roommate's plan was.

"Enid -"

The desperation in her voice was cut short by her own manical cackling as the sound of nomms and exaggerated swallowing, coupled with Enid nibbling on that sweet spot on her ribs, forced Wednesday into silent laughter. Fingers joined in to knead into the hollows of her armpits and all sense of composure was lost.

Wednesday kicked her legs off of the floor as she feebly tried to push Enid's head out from under her hoodie. Her own head thrown back, silent laughter racking throughout her whole body, this was indeed the worst kind of torture.

After a few more moments, the werewolf stopped in her pursuit of laughter and sat up. She took a long look at her handiwork. Wednesday was completely breathless, her face as red as Enid's jumper. Raven coloured hair was flying off in every direction and weak arms were wrapped around her torso as the last of the residual giggles left her system.

She looked beautiful. Enid was smitten.

The blonde rolled off of her prey and decided to lay next to her on the floor.

"Well," she started, her face still split with a grin, "it seems that you're not the only one that is good at torturing."

Wednesday lay beside her, still trying to regain control of her breathing as she eyed the girl next to her. It had become a rare sight to see a smile that size on Enid's face recently. After Tyler and Weems' death and the murders and everything that had come of that, it was rare to see anybody at Nevermore smiling. It hurt Wednesday a little bit more to no longer be greeted in the morning by the blonde's sickening grin and falling asleep to her incessant humming of disgusting pop songs.

They had both missed each other’s worst qualities.

After regaining full composure of her body, Wednesday turned to face her friend roommate.

"Enid?"

"Hmmm?" Blue eyes fell onto brown ones.

"Why did the teddy bear not want dessert?"

As if it were possible, the smile on Enid's face almost doubled as she snickered to herself. "Because he was stuffed!"

It was said with such enthusiasm that Wednesday had to take a moment to process that punchline. She rolled her eyes at the girl and shakily stood up to go back to her writing, dusting herself off in the process.

"That is an absolutely horrendous joke," she said in her usual monotone voice, retaking her seat at her desk.

Enid smiled at the return to normalcy, still laying on the floor.

"Oh, and Enid?"

The girl looked over to her.

"If you ever do that again, I will lock you on the balcony and watch with amusement as you freeze to death."

The werewolf gulped at that.

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

@theluckoftheclaws said: How do you determine the right animal [for a character's dæmon] (genuine question)

You have unleashed levels of autism the likes of which the world has never seen, jsyk!

Dæmons are not really "this character is sarcastic and lithe and finnicky so they'd be symbolized with a cat". Dæmons are largely determined by their role and symbolism in *art*, and what art it's drawn from depends on where in the story Lyra is. It also depends on their role in the story as a character somebody invented for a purpose. They say that dæmons are your soul that reveals your inner nature, but that's in-universe conjecture. One widely accepted as fact, but one that the narrator never fully claims is true. It's important to remember that characters are tools in a story, and dæmons are signifiers of that role, much in the same way that medieval paintings depicted animal companions alongside humans, to evoke a cultural, spiritual and historical context. To quote Pullman himself: don't make a metaphor do the work of a fact.

For example, in the medieval Oxford, the dæmons all take the form of animals that would have been known to medieval scholars, and their implications carry their symbolic meanings of the time. Jordan college is full of ravens, moths ermines, cats, hawks, setters, and serpents-- and also there are a few creatures, such as basilisks and small dragons-- that would have been imaginary to us but very real to medieval scholars. The only dæmon not of European origin is Lord Asriel's dæmon Stelmaria, who is in the form of a snow leopard,  evoking Asriel's infatuation with the North and giving us a subtle clue about the fact that he fits poorly in Jordan society. It's not until Lyra meets Mrs. Coulter and goes to London that the variety of dæmons expands, and when it does it expands into the art of the rennaissance and Flemish art. Pugs, parrots, monkeys, and butterflies are found in London. When Lyra travels north, she meets people with wolf and snow goose and snowshoe hare dæmons.

Ermines represent young girls born into nobility and their spiritual purity, so Lyra, who is innocent and nobleborn, often has Pantalaimon in the shape of an ermine. The fact that weasels are considered sneaky liars (as Lyra is) comes secondary to me, in my personal opinion. The servants in The Golden Compass are described as all having dog dæmons, because Lyra's world operates on a strict hierarchy of class, and the Butler and Chamberlain are all servants of a story, not really fully-fleshed characters in their own right. Conversely the characters like Asriel and Coulter have very "noble" animals associated with high class and exoticism: the aforementioned snow leopard and golden monkey. Dæmons are also amoral-- they don't indicate heroism or villainy. If Pullman made every bad guy's dæmon an animal that we have negative association with, loaded them with snakes and bugs, then everyone in the world could immediate clock who a "bad person" is just by the shape of their dæmon, and life just does not work like that.

If you want to choose a dæmon for a character, you have to take into account the genre you're working in. Poetry (The creator of the Dæmorphing series) utilizes a more scientific approach, matching characters' dæmons to observed animal behavior and biology. This works very well for Animorphs fanfiction, which has a huge emphasis on zoology and the natural talents and traits of animals... and very little to do with art and history and fantasy. But if your work is more on the historical or fantasy side, I'd suggest looking into the symbolic meanings of animals in specific cultures and periods of time to inform your choices. This historical and cultural context is why I'd find it ludicrously difficult to make dæmons for, say, the Star Wars cast, because all the animals in that universe are Imaginary, and even the ones based on real-life animals lack the social+historical+cultural context of dæmons. So I could give them earth animals, but is that immersion breaking? Probably. Same goes for Pokémon.

This level of involvement and research and intertext is usually too complicated for your average ao3 chud though, so you open a fic and you're more than likely to see dæmons pulled from a pool of the same 15 or so animals. So many wolves.... so many big cats........

If it's a series and character i'm familiar with, i'm more than willing to offer suggestions for potential forms! I literally possess several bestiaries and books on animal symbolism.

[womanofwords]

Dog Or Not Dog

A game that should be played on Knowhere is a little something called Dog or Not Dog.

Most of them have very little idea of what animals live on Earth, and would be very surprised to find that there are dogs that do not look like Cosmo. So a little game should be created called Dog Or Not Dog, using pictures of multiple Earth animals, some of which are wildly different dog breeds.

It would be carnage. Gambling on the answers, groaning and handing over money to whoever was right, fights erupting.

"HOW IS THAT A DOG?!" Drax screamed, pointing at a picture of a pug.

"HOW IS THAT NOT A DOG?!" Kraglin screamed, pointing at a picture of a wolf.

Cosmo and Mantis are sitting under a table together that was overturned by some angry Knowhere residents. "I just want to be a good dog," Cosmo whimpered.

"You were always a good dog," Mantis whispered back.

Just a suggestion.

[theoldoor]

sorry i have been busy projectile vomitting and projecting on my oc chat

here

have fenrir

he’s my favorite boy this season

he’s actually so silly im goingf to piss on everyfloroI LOVE HIM

He’s a wastelander from Talia, traveling with a nomadic clan, Avidity. (haha streetcar named desire)

Linguistic freak despite not knowing how to read and write (Talia fucked up those abilities he could read before) + biker “fuckboy” who turns out to be a pathetic pug on fire older brother figure

he got some yeeyee ass haircut that i need to fix but not rn bro

his old outfit, i love the pants sm bro the heels and the hooves shoes UHRHNFNG

acts like a wolf, looks like an oryx bro how do u call sheep in wolf clothing

he’s so pookie im shitting myself

his eyes are funny looking cuz i tried to

IM TRYING MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A VERY DULL ANDALSULITE BUT IT LOOKS DOOKIE FUUUCKKK

i love his missing tooth and goofy smile and i love his light cone of him kissing his “mother’s” shoes and his splash art of him lounging and manspreading on his motorbike i love him i dont know why (i projected too much onto him)

[acaciapines]

maybe i'm dumb- what is the Big Reveal in ch3 of split tide? i've read it, but i don't- fully get what the reveal is meant to be, or which part is supposed to stick out?

yeah, course! luz and mari both are bad at Using The Actual Words, though we do see it stated explicitly at the start 1.5/teaching taboos:

...like all four nights since Eda found out Luz messed up and got herself Unsettled... [emphasis mine]

and it will continue to be explored and unpacked throughout the series. in split tide, luz and mari introduce themself as settled, and we learn in chapter three that, a few days before the events of the first episode of the owl house:

But despite it all Luz heaved in a breath, and when she exhaled, she looked at her daemon, really looked, at her dark muzzle, her fawn body, her little ears, her dark, intelligent eyes, and knew what this meant. Knew that they were a pug, knew Settled, knew Mari could no longer change her form, and she and Luz would be in this shape for the rest of their lives.

so, they settled as a pug. but then, in their memorydream of the fight with belos, after mari blows up the portal door:

Her daemon is taller than she ever should be, with deep russet, wild-blown fur, with a dark ruff of a mane, with legs made not for scampering after but for looking over tall grass, for keeping an eye out, for surviving, in a world chaos-torn.

here mari is described as something that is Not A Pug, aka she's changed her form, which is impossible to do once you settle. i'm not sure how much prior knowledge you have of daemon aus but settling is essentially the goal, the entire point--what animal best represents you?

and so when luz and mari wake up, after the nightmare, they fight, nobody is having a good time, and eventually eda comes in:

“No,” Mari says, and her voice cracks as she struggles to her paws, one of them giving out underneath her. The edges of her twist in golden dazzling bits of light. It’s Eda, in the doorway, because it was always going to be Eda, and Luz sways as Mari backs away, to the window, her paws scrabbling against the ground, off-kilter. Hackles raised. Her ears are pressed flat against her head. Still not a pug. Luz stumble-sways and Eda catches her before she hits the ground. She’s talking, Luz thinks. Like Luz, Mari, all heartbroken.  Mari, a maned wolf, says, again, “no.” And then, shaking, “you weren’t supposed to see.”

where, oh no! eda's seen that mari is no longer a pug, but a maned wolf. and thus the conclusion can be drawn that this is what luz and mari are dealing with: they were settled, and something happened, and now mari can change again. or, as they say uptop 1.5, they unsettled.

i will also add that i do write this story assuming that like, the audience are as invested in daemon aus and their tropes as i am. which i know a lot of people aren't! so while stuff is set up here at the top we'll also dig more into what it like, Means, throughout the series. which i hope is a given lol.

[growling]

Bungo stray dogs but they're actually dogs. Sigma is a Borzoi

i could see that actually however- to me, as my third pet freak (the others being francis and mushi) i also see him as one of those tormented wolfdog hybrids with several behavioral issues and a certain misery and profound emptiness in their eyes neither able to belong as a pet nor in the wild. how fucked up would a borzoi and wolf hybrid be actually i don't want to find out

some other dogs as dogs: (i don't know many dog breeds in depth im not a very dog kind of guy)

Fukuzawa is a huge, retired & traumatized former military belgian malinois that is mostly apathetic to every other dog and sometimes stares out thoughtfully into space and lets out the world's longest sigh for no reason, but he REALLY loves cats. which are however mostly apathetic to him

Atsushi is not a dog he is a tiger!! NYAR!!!!!11!!1

Kyouka is a previously abused puppy that has lost the ability to feel safe around people after the horrors but with enough time and care you can help her recover her trust and joy and discover she actually prefers your cat over you

Akutagawa wants you to love him and he will turn to destructive behaviour if he ever thinks you're abandoning him again (going to work in the morning) he has brutally mauled every single mailman they sent out to your house until they just kinda stopped coming

Kajii is some sort of greyhound. Good lord. That is all

Jouno is a shiba inu that finds great amusement in the suffering of poor people but you don't know that because dogs don't talk about their feelings. has really passionate beef with the neighbourhood dog and it took like ten entire people to pull them off of each other once

Gin is not your dog she's somebody else's dog. doesn't really care about you

Mushitaro is that 1000000 fucking dollar expensive rare breed one of those fluffy nearly shaped like a perfect orb ankle-biter yappers with nothing behind its void-black eyes that's just shivering with hatred every waking second of it's life. the high maintenance as fuck kind that's gonna start screaming and pissing and tearing the paint off your walls and fucking dying if you don't give it exclusive pure $60,000 Acqua di Cristallo Tributo a Modigliani water to drink and a cleansing bubble saltwater bath every single day. he doesn't actually need those but he is trying to convince them that he does and it's working because the kind of owner who would get this kind of weird fucking dog is either one or the other A) utterly fucking spineless and lets the hellhound do whatever with zero training because it's small and thus its anger is meaningless and utterly harmless or B) has a blast treating it like shit and continuously annoying it on purpose because it's small and thus its anger is meaningless and incredibly hilarious so they can make tic tac videos of them saying their dog is a demon while its having it's third panic attack of the day in the corner. i got off track. anyway they had to stop taking him out on a leash whenever they wanted to get on a plane and carry him around in one of those dog backpacks because the airport falcons were constantly mistaking him for some sort of rodent

Ranpo is a border collie

Kunikida is a well-trained border collie

Lovecraft is a bedlington terrier because they look fucking terrifying I don't know if and how that's a living breathing creature we created do not fucking google it jesus christ

Kyuusaku is a pug because they're constantly in pain from just being alive

Fyodor is a very big rat that barks but occassionally says something very ominous in fluent russian when nobody is around. he can also read. he's like remy ratatouille but fucked up and evil

Chuuya would fit as a human that is just utterly in love with every single one of the above listed as he's (semi)canonically a crazy dog person. However if not, he could be an afghan hound with his luscious fucking locks

other dog enjoyers feel free to add on

[onbearfeet]

The thing that bothers me about Little Red Riding Hood is that nobody looking at a wolf would think "what big eyes you have". Wolves' eyes don't look unusually big in proportion to their faces or in comparison to human eyes. Yeah, yeah, rule of three, but ... eyes?

This suggests a few possible explanations.

1. The big bad wolf is not fully grown and effectively has puppy eyes. (If so, how big are the ADULT big bad wolves? I'm thinking Moro from Princess Mononoke, but I'm bad at math.)

2. The big bad wolf is the wolf equivalent of a pug, a deformed monstrosity with weirdly large eyes and possibly a short snout too.

3. We are dealing with a wolf drawn in an exaggerated style. A chibi wolf. A kawaii wolf.

I can't stop thinking about a big bad wolf with eyes like a Beanie Boo.

[raw-material-posting]

Vellhw rhck Hhhyy!!! 👋🪨 @rockmin-posting

What the fuck what the fuck, this is like a wolf looking at a pug you're so fucked up looking