#like a chinchilla in dust

[gingermaple]

Can you give Sphynx!Grian a chinchilla? I mean draw him with a chinchilla

I MOST CERTAINLY CAN!!!!

little guy befriends an even littler guy

[purple-goo-writes]

Okay..here me out-

The JL finding out about Phantom due to him being trapped in his eldritch primal form (four arms, lots of wings, eyes, spacey and basically biblically accurate angel).

But it's not because of a fight or anything.

It's because happy fluffy feathered eldritch decided to take a dust bath on the Fucking Moon. Just confused JL watching this eldritch creatures wiggling and flapping up moondust cause his wings are itchy and HE IS SO HAPPY TO BE IN SPACE.

[mjrtaurus]

Obviously, Crocodile's not a big fan of water now, but was that always the case? Was he a good swimmer before he ate his Devil Fruit? Does he miss baths?

When he first started sailing with Whitebeard when he was eight, he already didn't like being wet. Living most of his life below decks on Xebec's ship had been a damp experience to say the least. Getting soaked with water meant you were going to be cold for the rest of the day and well into the night. He hated being cold, too.

He hated bathing when he was young, but he hated smelling awful even more. Of the two sensory issues, he would take bathing.

His giant reptile fixation came soon after he got his name, because why not learn about the animal you were named after? He actually destroyed his hatred for water by reassociating it with the beasts for a time. He would swim in small bodies of water whenever the Whitebeard pirates dropped anchor

Then his devil fruit happened and he reassociated water with Bad™️.

Clawing his way to the Warlord title post Whitebeard was a difficult venture as far as hygiene was concerned, ESPECIALLY when he was pre top surgery. Had to wait until he was totally alone before he could wash up, and that was very difficult when you were miles out to sea in a wooden box with a dozen or so people in there with you. Most of which being men, which was an entirely different kind of concern.

Once he got set up in Alabasta and the paranoia was in full swing, he had multiple locks on the master bathroom door so he could clean himself in relative peace of mind.

So, in essence. He hated water. Then he loved it. But then he hated it again. He still bathes regularly despite this.

[sufferingrelapsed]

dust bath

[somegrumpynerd]

Me every time somebody says something nice in the tags or replies of something I drew

[abarbaricyalp]

I’m obsessed with how you write sambucky and I’m currently reading everything you’ve written for them thank you for feeding the fandom😭😭😭

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 I'm so glad you like my silly stories! Thank you for such a kind message! I've been enjoying seeing your comments come in 😅 Happy reading!

[chiropteracupola]

do you ever wonder if your coworkers might be anteaters?

[today's foolery is brought to you, as is often the case, as a collaboration with @dxppercxdxver!]

[stygiancorvuscorax]

i think chinchillas are a type of bunny

they're not rabbits obviously, they're their own species

but they're fluffy and have cute ears and so i think that's a bunny

[pyxscythe]

Y'know how there's no water in the end? WELL Enderians take dust baths like chinchillas or birds

UEUEUEUEUEURUEURHGHSJGNS that would actually be so silly and funny .

Overworld people take baths/showers Netherians take lava baths and Enderians take dust baths

[that1badassbitch]

*raucous cheering from the distance*

Mamabat- enter Jason 1/2

MASTERPOST

The air was different with Cass, now. Danny felt a little anxious as he followed her to the study after breakfast. Something about her was serious-determined-protective. 

She always felt protective towards him. That was why he'd followed her in the first place. Some ghosts lied, but they couldn't do it with their aura. He knew what she really felt for him. 

“Sit?” She asked him. She gestured at the big squashy chair. Danny did without complaint. Cass perched behind him and started dragging her fingers through his hair, relaxing him.

Man. She was good at this. Top tier mothering, right here. Danny went limp. 

“I'm worried,” Cass broke the silence. She didn't sound worried. She never really did. Her voice was quiet and serious, but still kind. Her thumbs dug into his scalp. He pushed his head back against it. Bliss. “Barbara made you sad. Because you miss your sister?”

Danny tensed. 

‘I should have figured that Batman would track me down.’

Maybe he had known, if he was honest with himself. It didn't hit him like a shock.

“Tim thinks your name is Fenton,” she added, brutally sensible as always. And yup, that was it. No point in denying it. “Declared dead. In danger?”

He sucked in air through his teeth. He wasn't going to lie to her. 

“Worried,” she repeated. 

He thought about it. He really did. Danny bit his lip. 

She was liminal. That probably meant she'd come really close to death, in at least one sense of the word. Would that mean she was desensitized to it, or extra paranoid?

…It was hard to imagine Cass over or under reacting to a possible danger. She was just so steady. But would she see him as a possible danger if she knew what he was, what he really was? 

He could feel it out before he took a plunge with the whole truth.

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was invasive. She didn't seem to realize that she was liminal. That meant she definitely didn't realize how much she was communicating to him under her words and gestures. 

But Danny deliberately tuned into her quiet aural communication and tested the waters. “Tim is right, I'm Danny Fenton,” he said. He knew he was too tense. She would definitely feel it. But what could he do about that? He was nervous. “I… Maybe I did die.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach. He could feel the crush of grief on her heart. 

But it didn’t wash away the thudding repetition of love-protect-my darling. There was no suspicion, no guilt, no fear. It was just pain for his sake, with no calculation about how to solve a sudden problem. 

God. He wanted so badly for that to have been how his parents reacted. His eyes started to sting.

Danny sniffled. He thought it was safe to tell her. “I died,” he corrected, and he knew he was right when Cass made a little wounded sound and leaned her body into him, aiming to comfort. “Not then, but a couple years ago. I’m different now, and it’s uh… It’s dangerous to be this way.”

“Affects?” Cass asked quietly. She started to pet his hair again. “Mood? Health?”

“...Huh,” he said, because that was a sensible question he hadn’t expected. If he really thought about his mood and emotions before and after the accident: “Yeah, uh, there’s sometimes a mood thing. I might be a little more aggressive than I was before? And I can get kind of intense sometimes.”

He had thought that was basically just a reaction to having a whole bunch of new threats in his life. But would pre-electrocution Danny have been able to actually stand and fight Skulker? He had genuinely been afraid of the jocks. Maybe… Maybe he was different. Sure, Sam and Jazz were up for shooting ghosts with Fenton tech. Would he have been if he was just human? 

…He didn’t really think so.

Oof. Well, that wasn’t exactly great for his sense of self.

Cass shook him lightly. “Health?” she repeated.

Danny forced down that revelation to deal with later. He didn’t like acknowledging that he was kind of a chicken by nature, but historically, there wasn’t much evidence of bravery pre-mortem. “Uh, my heart rate is really slow, body temp is low, so I can’t really afford to go to a doctor for a checkup,” he said. “Uh, sometimes I’ve got none at all and my hair turns white.” He paused there. That was- that was enough, yeah? He was going to be honest with her because she deserved honesty from him. But that didn’t mean he had to explain the whole great beyond and his inhuman status.

“Sounds like Jason,” Cass said, after a long silence.

Danny short-circuited. “Wait, what?” He craned to look at her. “Who?”

Cass darted forward to kiss his forehead. “Little brother,” she said cheerfully. “Want to meet him?”

Uh, yeah. Danny nodded vigorously, wondering what the hell she was on about. “Do you mean he died?” 

“Died,” Cass agreed, getting out her phone and tapping away at it rapidly.

“Not like, heart stopped for a minute on the operating table and he was revived, or what?” Danny pressed.

“Dead in the ground, came back later,” Cass said. “Dead for months. Now, very crabby.”

Danny balked. “What?”

“White hair too,” she said. Then her face did something funny. “I think he dyed it recently,” she said. 

Danny huffed a laugh. “If it’s the same thing as mine, you can’t dye it.” He saw her look over his head for white streaks. He didn’t correct her line of thought.

He hadn’t thought that anything could top the anticipation of meeting Batman. But Danny had to admit the rest of the day was a wash. Apparently Jason couldn’t make it until the evening, about an hour before patrol.

Danny nearly paced a line into the carpet. He had enough energy to do that now, even without ecto. He was getting soooo much food here. A guy couldn’t even stress out for an hour without someone coming by to make sure he had fruit and yogurt or a hot drink.

He didn’t need someone to come and tell him that the much anticipated Jason had shown up. Danny knew it when he went to take a sip of cruelty-free chocolate milk (hand delivered by the most frightening child in the world) and choked on vapor.

Damian gave him a glare and snatched the drink away. “Are you incapable of drinking beverages?” he demanded. His face looked so goddamn cross but he was just worried.

Danny managed a smile. “No, went down the wrong pipe, sorry.”

Damian didn’t seem to even see the fog, so- so that meant that either he was really unobservant or he wasn’t liminal enough to see it the way people did in Amity. That was a small blessing. Danny appreciated it and he took back his drink to have something to hold onto.

That was a whole ass ghost. That was a whole ghost coming onto the property, one that felt big and mad and old. Danny smacked his lips, disconcerted. 

He, uh, didn’t know what to expect from this.

[dragonsarereall]

I have a sweet, little gross, smelly, dare I even say stinky cat. He won't stop rolling in his litter box. This is me publicly shaming him in hopes he stops.

[tubbytarchia]

If Tango (as some people headcanon) can't touch water, does he bathe in dust. Like a chinchilla

[quarterlifekitty]

If mothgirl doesn't like getting wet from the water then how does her showers looks like? Keeping her clean in general. Because I doubt that wet wipes will be a sufficient alternative in some cases.

I'm sorry, I just love this au, and I need answers to lots of questions that just spawned in my head

You know, that’s a good question! I see it one of two ways:

First is that she grooms herself like a cat or chinchilla- fairly dry, maybe with a dust bath. Most moths just clean their antennae with their forelimbs. She just sort of rubs off debris that way.

The other option is that she takes baths (I don’t think her wings would do well under shower pressure) and she just has her back to the edge so her wings can lay outside of the tub. I think she’s kinda like a dog, no sweat glands, and her being part moth greatly reduces the amount of oil/sebum she’s producing, so as long as she’s not getting dirty somewhere, baths aren’t needed all that often. And she does not like baths. But she still takes them. And she gets blowdried.

[hermitcraftheadcanons]

You know how chinchillas take dust baths. Tango takes Redstone baths like that. :3

Keeps his hair all nice and fluffy! It does take a lot of redstone dust though....

-Mod Mleem

[sweetbunpura]

Yuu: So, You can't stand animals because they're unsanitary.

Rollo: Correct.

Yuu, smiling and raising a brow: Yet you'll give children a free pass? Kids can be quite messy and gross too.

Rollo, rolling his eyes: Yes, but most children, especially small children, do not know how to keep themselves clean yet, nor do they understand why they need to keep themselves clean. They cannot be faulted for something they have not learned how to do yet. And even then, they are still bathed regularly by their parents before they can do it themselves. Cleanliness is not innate after all.

Yuu: Cleanliness isn't innate in animals either Rolls.

Rollo, snarling behind his handkerchief: Yet they can understand human tongue and we can speak to them in theirs. Surely they can understand the human need for being clean? Of basic hygiene? Baby animals I can understand not getting it, but fully grown animals? Rolling around in their own filth? Would you approach a man smelling like his own urine and that refused to take a shower?

Yuu: Rolls, most animals aren't that bad.

Rollo, dead pan: Yuu, if you knew just how little the goats of Fluer City bathe, you wouldn't touch them either.

Yuu: But they're babies-

Rollo: No.

Yuu: Well... what about the animals that do bathe? Cats groom themselves, birds takes dips in baths, chinchillas take dust baths.

Rollo, crosses arms: Those are the acceptations...but only by a hair. They still smell and are unhygienic.

Yuu: Then where does Grim fall under?

Rollo, looks over to see Grim passed out on the couch: ...A great question indeed.

(Also Yuu: You have not smelt Rook when he comes back from a hunting session. He smells like deer piss and has to be forced to take a shower by Vil.

Rollo, raises an eyebrow: Is that not how he usually smells?

Yuu: Rolls.)

[occudo]

Just had the funny mental image of Fiona taking a dust bath like a chinchilla instead of bathing normally, so I thought I'd share the silliness

I have to look up chinchillas taking dust baths to make a decision.

I was delighted by what I found, this silliness is now in the AU, thank you.