#literally SQUIRREL moment like the dog from up

[goldammerchen]

maybe i took the antihistamine twice

[icycoldninja]

Hii!! I’m the one who requested the Goddess of tattoos, its amazing thank u !!

Can I request the same thing with the twin, Nero and V with the goddess of death (Lady Micte from Maya and the three)

I’d like to add a few details is that she adores sunflowers, and she can understand and talk to animals!! Here’s a better understanding of her powers (if u don’t mind) https://youtu.be/eRukGWAVUBw?si=hS35U46MKJbYy8Pg

Again thank you sm !! 🙏

Aww thanks, here ya go!

Sparda boys + V x Goddess of Death!Reader headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante loves watching you shape-shifting because you can become literally anything you want.

-A cat, a dog, a bird, a turtle, a goldfish, a horse, a cow, heck, even a pig, you can become it all, and it amazes him.

-Being able to talk to animals means you can make neighborhood animals serve you, if you desired. Before long, you and Dante have an army of squirrels bringing you tribute every morning, and none of your neighbors know why.

-You can also use these talents for the greater good, such as terrorizing Vergil with a flock of ravens that are angry at him for no apparent reason.

-Your ability to control the dead is a serious boon in battle because you can summon the souls of dead demons and other creatures to fight for you.

-You also know when someone (or something) is about to die and Dante thinks that's incredible. It might be morbid, yeah, but it's also really useful in certain situations.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil thinks your floral fashion sense is cute, but he'd rather die than say that out loud.

-Instead, he will gift you flowers nearly every day when you wake up, without a word. You'll find him sitting on the edge of the bed with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands, which he will awkwardly thrust into your face.

-Your shapeshifting ability is a surefire way to confuse the hell out of him; one moment you'll be you, the next, a massive cat lounging in his lap.

-Once he heard you were able to communicate with animals and actually make them do your bidding, he decided it was time to get some sweet revenge on his asshole of a brother.

-He asked if you could command all your neighbors' pets (dogs, cats, etc.) to attack Dante on sight. You agreed, and now Dante's scared to come over.

-When he sees that you can summon and control the souls of the dead, it dawned upon him that you are the possessor of TRUE POWER, and that he must now learn from you.

□ Nero □

-Thinks your face paint is hot as hell and your dress style is cool.

-Was terrified when he saw you shapeshift for the first time because he witnessed his lovely girlfriend change into a huge, definitely carnivorous saber-toothed tiger that should have been extinct, which then proceeded to growl and tackle him to the ground.

-Don't worry, Nero didn't have a heart attack and quickly managed to gather himself after you reverted to your normal state and explained you could change into whatever you wanted, and that tackling him was a fun way to show your love.

-Now tackling Nero becomes a common occurrence--even a greeting.

-He gets uncomfortable when you summon souls of the dead to fight because they remind him of demons, but chooses to look away and not think about it. As long as you're in control, nothing bad can happen.

-Your ability to predict death also unsettles him, but on the bright side, if someone's in mortal danger, you'll know immediately.

● V ●

-V finds your love of flowers and affinity with death ironic. You, the goddess of death and overseer of all that is dark, love flowers, specifically sunflowers, which could be considered the direct opposite of death. Oh, the irony.

-Watching you shapeshift is a delight; he once saw you turn into an exact replica of Shadow and was subsequently crushed under the weight of not one, but two affectionate felines.

-You can also communicate with all his familiars in their own "language", allowing for secret conversations and an easier time hiding surprises because they collaborate with you without him knowing.

-He finds your ability to control the dead morbidly enchanting; seeing you and your thralls dance around the battlefield inspires him.

-He could (and has at some point) fill a notebook with his rambling and musing about your ability; the images it invokes into his mind, and how darkly enchanting it is.

-Since you can predict death, you can tell him when he's about to die. Once again, it's a dark, dark thought, but someday it will happen, which is when he'll need you the most.

[luxurychristmaspudding]

Scorpio // 28 // Grew up in Glasgow, still goes home to his mum for Sunday dinner when he’s off tour // Best drummer you know, though he's a pretty slick bassist, too // Loves to fiddle with tempos in live shows. Says it keeps you 'on your toes' // A metal-head through and through, though he’ll occasionally listen to folk music when he’s feeling nostalgic // Has a gorgeous, raspy singing voice, but doesn't like the pressure of being centre stage. Taught himself 'screamo'; you've been trying to get him to record a song in that style for a fucking aaaage // Covered in intricate tattoos, each one telling a story he’ll share only if you ask in just the right way // Apart from the squirrel holding nuts on the top of his thigh - he claims that was 'Adie's fault' // Smells like leather, cigarettes, and the faint trace of the cologne he applied at the crack of dawn // Looks intense and rarely smiles for the cameras, but if you catch him off-stage, he's all goofy grins and ridiculous impressions // Has a collection of obscure band tees he refuses to throw out, even the ones with holes // Loves horror movies but always ends up jumping at the scary parts; claims he just 'appreciates the artistry' // Holds your hand really tight during Hereditary - 'just in case you need it' // Secretly collects weird little trinkets from every city you visit—a bottle cap, a matchbook, a tiny figurine, keeps them in a box under his bed // Obsessed with trying local food on tour, especially spicy stuff. His stomach often fights him afterwards // Doesn’t say much in interviews, but his quiet intensity makes fans swoon - he's the band's heartthrob, something the rest of you find hilarious // Always drinks black coffee, claims it 'gets the job done just fine on its own', but adds sugar when he thinks no one's looking // Has a habit of tapping out drum patterns on whatever or whoever's nearby - tables, chairs, your legs - especially when he’s anxious or lost in thought // Hates talking about his feelings, but his eyes say it all; you can tell what he's feeling before he even says a word // Keeps a special pair of drumsticks on him at all times, worn and carved with little doodles he adds when he's bored or nervous // Has a wonderful laugh that only comes out when something really gets him, usually a terrible joke or slapstick humour // Literally lights up with it. He's a golden retriever beneath all that black // Can sleep through anything, including the noise on the tour bus; you once stacked bourbons on his face to see how many would wake him up // you made it to 24 before Jack gave him a wet willy // Loves animals, especially dogs, but says he's never home long enough for one // Calls his family every Sunday, no matter what, and tells them everything's fine, even if it isn't // Carries a small notebook with him to jot down random lyrics and thoughts, though he rarely shows anyone what he writes // Wrote a song for you once, when things were tough. It's never been performed; it makes the two of you cry to listen to it // Has a secret love for baking; makes the best scones on tour and says they're 'an old family recipe' (they're not, it's from Mary Berry's cookbook, but you let him have it) // Known to slip backstage before a show to playfully mess up the setlist, switching out a song here and there just to get a rise out of John // Loves the adrenaline of performing, but prefers quiet nights on the tour bus, the kind where everyone's just talking or playing cards // Awful at replying to texts but will show up to help you at a moment’s notice, no questions asked.

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The Definitive Best Episodes of DnDads

What do I mean by best? These are the episodes that have so many good emotional/hilarious beats that it’s hard to pick out any single moment in it. Every second is iconic. They are in chronological order, but they coincidentally also build from least iconic to most iconic. Spoilers, obviously.

Season 1, Ep. 44: Deck Picks

I think about this episode so much. The literal terror in the air from every which way. The jokes about this being the last episode. Ron literally getting punted out of the story forever. Mr. Moustache weighing the options of getting back his only friend ever or the person he used to be, then completely unrepentantly choosing Scam Likely. Scam Likely then IMMEDIATELY becoming Well Actually. Henry just casually getting a card that makes Lark hate him, literally setting up the ENTIRETY of season 2. Glenn picking a fight with a literal squirrel. Glenn winning AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. Glen losing. So. Hard. It’s the ultimate karma episode. Every moment feels predestined. There is nothing that makes a story better than complete and utter chance.

Season 1, Ep. 55: Mark! A Vagrant

Just conceptually, this episode is absolutely perfect. Bringing Ashly in to add to the utter chaos of the Jodie/Glenn dynamic was the PERFECT CHOICE. You have Goliath!Darryl having an identity crisis in the background. You have Will playing Jezball. You have Ashly and Anthony whipping out every embarrassing childhood memory they can think of. And of course, the crème de la crème, you have Glenn and Jodie fighting so hard to get the last word that they can’t even finish the goddamn fight. I swear to god I think about that shit every day.

Season 1, Ep. 56: SWAP (SWitched Ass Papas)

I mean. It’s a body swap episode. Of course I’m going to love it. Everyone’s interpretations of each others characters are so fucking perfect. Will!Ron looking to Beth!Darryl for advice on how to be a better Ron?? Immaculate, no notes. Beth!Darryl being fully just handshake and Catholicism? Hilarious. Matt!Henry basically just having a panic attack the whole time? 10000% accurate. Jimmy!Glenn and Freddie!Jodie sniping at each other every 5 seconds? I love it. One of my fave Beth May lines of all time: “I see the dramatic irony and I stick out my hand and say ‘Hi, I’m Darryl Wilson.’”

And THEN the conversation between Jodie and Dee Snyder. The call from Morgan that Jimmy!Glenn picks up and the pain of Glenn hearing his dead wife alive and well but no longer his wife. All of reality crashing down around these two men. A perfect blend of sad and utterly hilarious.

Season 1, Ep. 61: Death of a Salesman

Ron Stampler my absolute beloved. This is the only episode on this list that isn’t really funny and that’s because Beth May and Anthony Burch can tell a story like no one else oh my god. Going through Ron’s memories to find his anchor was such a clutch move. Starting off with something simple like Willie pushing him into the pool to teach him how to swim. Going on to Ron trying to cook dinner by himself. Then finally doing something good, something that made him worthwhile, only for Willie to walk in the second there’s an accident. Having to give up his dog. And finally, the fishing trip. Older Ron watching his younger self sadly, trying to prod him to do what Willie wants him to do, to not be a fuck-up, even though everyone else can see that it’s not his fault at all. Glenn going back to punch his principal. Finding the anchor in the fishhook, the thing Willie told him was special, that led Willie to trying to kill Ron, falling and dying in the process. It’s so fucking poetic and it makes me cry every time and everything about it is so well done. I could write essays about this episode.

Season 2, Ep. 34: Finding Tori

This is the episode I come back to if I need something to listen to because there’s no slow moment in this episode. It’s bit after bit after bit and I just cackle my way through it. I’m just gonna have to go chronologically through it.

First, the tight fives. Linc earnestly sitting down and over-explaining his favourite funny movie for 5 minutes is actually the most realistic thing I’ve ever seen. Taylor as Austin Powers doing anime themed stand-up to an utterly unimpressed Tori. Will being so fucking mad that he doesn’t get to be Austin Powers. Beth completely misunderstanding the assignment and doing 5 minutes of Napoleon Dynamite standup that’s 90% sexist jokes and 10% “wanna hear my Goofy impression? Gorsh.” Normal getting flustered and just completely ruining his chances with Hermie, who just fully to his face goes “you never loved me.” Anthony putting on full Joker makeup and delivering the BEST Gotham stand up the world has to offer. Tori just completely ripping each of them to shreds. Hermie’s “oh that’s ok I’ll kill myself.”

And like. That feels like a whole episode right? BUT NO. SCAM LIKELY JUST THROWS THEM INTO SPACE WITH A LIMBLESS NICHOLAS.

And now we have such bangers as Scary going insane! The wildest plans you’ve ever heard! ALL OF THE TEENS GETTING MARRIED SO THAT THEY BECOME ONE SOUL AND CAN USE BANISHMENT. The second they go to space it’s just a complete scramble to find a mechanic they could possibly use to get out of this. It’s truly DnD to its MAX, using the tools available to you to think outside the box.

Season 2, Episode 35: Apollo Four Teens

This episode, man. It almost feels like a completely different genre. I literally can’t pick a favourite part.

I mean you have them being forced to navigate their CANONIZED AND LEGAL POLYCULE. Anthony sending them back into space for 12 hours every time they try and say that their marriage isn’t real is maybe my favourite bit of DMing ever. Linc dealing with the episode 2 trauma of having a whole other life with a whole other wife who told him that she never wanted him to remarry???? Literally Matt is the king of random bits of lore that are brought up and resolved within 5 minutes I love it. Terry calling her mom to tell her she’s married is so fucking funny, I love Terry Marlowe. All the conversations about what pet names to call each other and the logistics of potentially opening up their relationship?? I love these guys being forced to seriously handle the consequences of their bullshit, it’s actually beautiful.

And then the fucking love triangle drama?? The Hero/Taylor enemies to lovers suddenly being shattered by Linc just trying his best to wingman for his husband?? Hero forcing Normal into all of this as HER wingman??? Normal pining like crazy over Hermie while Hermie suddenly falls HARD back into his crush on Terry??? And then Hermie offering a thruple to Normal to get him to wingman for HIM??? Peak comedy, someone get Normal therapy, he needs it after this shit.

And then you’ve got their plan to get Red Bull to sponsor them. Fucking insane plan to start with, and then they almost fuck it up just by literally doing the lamest stunts possible. I just can’t these teens are so stupid I love them so much.

Season 2, Ep. 37: Cut My Life into Pizzas

Ok. This is my favorite episode of DnDads. Hard stop. No other thoughts behind it. And that’s because it makes me laugh, it makes me cry, it makes me scream. It’s perfect.

First off, the All Star parody. Why did they do that to me. My heart simply cannot take it.

And then you have Terry freaking out, trying to find a way to fix the problem, putting on the hat just to get it out of the way, having all the memories flood back in. And Scary just can’t process what happened. And you get to see in real time as Scary realises that Willie doesn’t actually give a shit about her. And she decides that she CAN’T lose her stepdad. And you get to see in real time as Scary tries to fight back only to find that she’s given all her power to a man that wants to use her as a telephone. And you watch her lose all hope. She leaves her friends. She leaves her stepdad. She joins the kiddads and goes to help them get the final anchor.

The final anchor, which is the garlic knot heart of a pizza king. And it’s that kind of crazy ass piece of this world that makes DnDads the funniest fucking podcast out there. You will never make me laugh as hard as when I’m about to start crying.

And then you have the whole battle of Linc, Taylor, and Normal trying to get up the tower. Linc and Taylor becoming a fighting machine. The absolute insanity of Linc using Taylor’s toes a la ratatouille??? And of course, completely leaving Normal behind, causing Normal to officially snap: “LOOKS LIKE EVERYONE’S FALLING IN LOVE EXCEPT ME.” Deeply hilarious, and also deeply tragic in such a small and painfully familiar way. Meanwhile Scary is trying to find consolation in Sparrow’s stories about Terry Jr. and just feeling worse and worse. The👏emotional 👏turmoil👏

And then they get to the top and it’s a fucking meat door labelled vegans only. Anthony you motherfucker. And Scary just teleports in and rips that man’s heart out and offers it to anyone who can revive her stepdad. And she just completely shuts down when everyone says they can’t because she’ll never get to tell him what he meant to her.

And THEN, AS IF I’M NOT CRYING ENOUGH ALREADY, Linc confronts Grant. This kid who IDOLIZES his dads has to confront his dad and say “you’re doing the wrong thing. You had a choice and you chose wrong. And I can’t forgive you for that.” Grant trying so hard to explain to Linc that he can’t change who he is, only for Linc to say “well you knew you were messed up and you still chose to raise me. You chose to put all this onto me one day.” Jesus Christ. I need a character study on the Wilson’s. They hurt me. So bad.

Honorable Mention: 3.6 A Car is Born

An episode so fucking insane that the least memorable part is Francis getting a FUCKING GUN. The Tony Collette backstory. The moth Jesus. Dewar. I can’t with these idiots

[ginevralinton]

Have a very quick Chess-Husbands-Julian-POV-Ramble-Thing that I don't have the energy to think of a title for or to edit

(sorry for any mistakes in this)

No Getting Feelings had been part of the contract, right from the beginning. He’d set it out, clear and simple: No Feelings, No Commitment, and No Special Treatment.

He hadn’t been worried about himself, obviously. Let’s be honest, this was Julian Fawcett, former MP (disgraced), whose cold, decrepit heart had (literally) given up on him, getting it off with an actual caveman, who sometimes chased squirrels like a dog.

No Getting Feelings – perfectly easy for him, perhaps a bit harder for Robin who got attached to the moon and mice and various people who’d long been sucked off (perhaps in more than one way, Julian hadn’t got round to asking yet), but all in all, not too difficult because the caveman was, well, a caveman, who’d seen everything, lost most things, and dismissed Christmas, weddings, government, and  canapes as silly fads. (There really was no convincing him on the merits of bite-sized, caviar crostini or a devilled egg – would leave me starving – yes, that’s the point, all the more room for the wine-dinner – would rather eat bum – I’m sure you would).

Really, the whole thing had just been a formality, a little precaution – look, Julian had been caught out before. And yeah, he was dead, but that didn’t mean other dead people couldn’t make you after-life into hell – or, you know, a precursor to hell, if this was purgatory. He’d just said it, because that’s what you – he – did when anything like this started anyway. No Feelings, No Special Treatment, No Commitment – the big three – and sure, there were a few others (No Sleeping in My Bed – broken after two weeks; No Suggestive Looks in Company – dismissed after a month or so, because honestly, some people were dense) – but it was important to get those three in straight off.

And look, Julian had intended to keep to the contact – but, well, you know, it was like the Great British public always said, like what the BBC, and every journalist were always reminding everyone: never trust a word a politician says.

In his defence, he really hadn’t thought it would require any effort to stick to the rules. He really hadn’t considered that games of chess, finding the same things funny, doing some actual stargazing, and dipping into a few too many deep-tragic-conversations might actually dredge something up in him besides his basic need to get off.

Still, stranger things have happened – men on the moon, The Green Party getting seats, that time in Amsterdam with the contortionist – becoming a ghost. All of that to say, yes, it did come as a bit of a shock when half-way through some god-awful Music Club, Julian had found himself not wincing at Pat rendition of Fernando, but looking over at Robin, who was absolutely into the performance, like he was with most music, come to think of it, because let it be said, the caveman’s taste was anything that made a kind-of-vaguely-musical-sound, and yes, Julian was trying to refine this a bit, but back to the point. He was looking over at Robin, all in his element, and then, he was having this warm, gooey feeling, the kind of feeling that could only be compared to a menu trying to tempt you into getting the caramel brownie sundae over the cheese board or the expresso with a shot of whatever liquor was on offer – except, well, this time, Julian was swayed.

Alright, so it wasn’t that simple and he’d be doing some creative photoshopping of the truth if he was to suggest it was all mushy-lovey-dovey from that moment on. Yes, he had a good few oh-god-oh-god-oh-god moments, two months of trying to avoid Robin (easier than you’d think, living in the same house and all), a false declaration of being sick-to-death-or-whatever-the-already-dead-equivalent-was of chess, and then a simple demand of what is your big problem now?, a whole bunch of rambling and walking in literal and verbal circles, and an actual crackling of lightening, a clap of thunder, a moment of forgetting they were dead and seeking shelter in the old gatehouse – four-walls, a bed, dry at least, even though it didn’t matter anymore – a brief conversation and then it was all settled in their own way – and no, Julian would not be making any further comment at this time – because no, it wasn’t that kind of story, or that one – and look, if you were to fall into the after-life with a bottle of something decent – or even not, at this point – then he’d probably tell you.

All that to say this: this thing – him and the caveman – had not been part of the plan – had not been part of the deal at all, but he should have known better really, because say what you like about Julian Fawcett, former-MP (disgraced), but know, if you ever need someone without any scruples to break a contract, he’s your man.

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Just finished the first draft of Ch.10 of my Good Omens fic All Roads Lead Back. This chapter is a bit different because it's mostly backstory of a new OC. I thought of the idea like a month ago and I knew exactly how I was going to introduce her. I'm hoping to have it locked and posted w/in the next couple of days. So, here's a little excerpt:

Once upon a time an Angel was sent to a small town about an hours' drive outside of London to monitor and protect the local squirrel population until further notice. Why? Well, the longer she remained there, the more she suspected literally no reason at all besides Gabriel’s desire to show the Almighty what a tight ship he was running. Everyone occupied with tasks and missions. Or maybe the pompous dick just didn’t like her. A squirrel or two occasionally stopped to socialise, but mostly they just squirrelled about in proper squirrel fashion and paid her no mind.

Her only escape from the boredom was gardening and music. When weather allowed, she would fling open the doors and windows of her small cottage and blast Fleetwood Mac, Bowie, Blondie, or whatever, whilst she tending to flowerbeds. Generally no one complained about this habit of hers because the homes in her village had a decent amount of space between them, so it wasn't like she was blowing out anyone’s eardrums. Besides, they all appreciated her taste in music. With one exception.

. . . “The Sex Pistols were not well received,” the Angel says with a giggle as Aziraphale and Crowley listen to her story with tingling curiosity. “So I removed them from my gardening soundtrack rotation right away.”

“That was very polite of you,” Aziraphale says with a smart nod, quite certain he also would not appreciate the musical stylings of a band called The Sex Pistols. 

. . . One day the Angel was weeding between the peonies and primrose when a handsome young man who often roamed about with his dog wandered over to the fence around her little patch of the world. “No music today?” He asked with a gentle smile.

“Nah. I need to replace the needle on my record player, it scratched up Miles Davis pretty bad the other day. But I probably should have replaced it ages ago, so. Joke’s on me.”

“Bummer.” The man’s smile went from gentle to shy. “I, uh, when I take Pippin out for walks I usually go by this place just to hear what you’re playing. You have killer taste.”

“I get that a lot.” Something about the man’s smile made her insides feel warm. 

“Have you heard of Cyndi Lauper? She’s pretty new.”

The Angel flipped through her mental catalogue and came up empty. “Ummmmm, I don’t think so.” 

“You should check her out. She’s got, like, the most unique voice.”

“I’ll add it to my list.” Ask his name! She shouted at herself with a bizarre urgency she didn’t quite understand. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Allan. And I already know your name-not in a creepy way!” He yelped the moment he said the words and heard how they sounded. “But, you’re, y’know the Garden Music Girl. You’re kinda . . . known. Around here. In general.”

The Angel didn’t know what to say. She bit the corner of her lip as her insides got even warmer and she wondered what Allan’s favourite food was. If it’s pizza I know a great spot, I could take him there. And maybe a pint at Salty Dog if he-

“I am so stupid!” Allan interrupted her inner dialogue. “Christ, what an idiot! I can get you a great deal on a new needle. Or hell, a whole new player if you want. My family runs a record shop in London.”

. . . . “Zoe!” Aziraphale cuts off the story with a sharp gasp when he makes the connection, then turns to Crowley. “Darling, this is Maggie’s mother!” 

Crowley tilts an ear closer to Aziraphale, wondering if perhaps he misheard. “How’s that?”  

A fond expression washes over Zoe’s face as she thinks back on her mortal days. “It took me a minute to realise I was in love with Allan but as soon as I did, unplugging from Heaven so we could grow old together and have kids was the easiest decision I ever made.”

“And as a human, you never . . .”

“Nope.” Zoe shook her head. “I had no idea you were an Angel. To me you were just the sweet, quirky guy who owned our building."

********to read Chapter One, go HERE

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Types of pets AOT characters would have

Characters: Erwin, Hange, Miche, Levi, Moblit, Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Sasha, Jean, Reiner, Bertholt, Yumir, Historia (Christa), Petra, Oluo, Gunther, Eld, Nifa, Abel, Keiji, Tomas, Nannaba, Gelger, Henning, Lynne

Erwin: He'd have a male Chinook dog named Soldier. They're hardworking, which he appreciates, but they're also loyal and family devoted, so that means that they're good with kids. He takes the best care of his dog ever.

Hange: Definitely has a male Leachie Gecko. And a big one. Takes the best care of it and has somehow lived for like 20 years and is still thriving. They named it Bennidect Bartholemu Cambel.

Levi: Hange won him a goldfish at the fair, and they named her Goldie. She's lived for 5 years and is in amazing health. Levi's actually grown to love Goldie a lot, which Hange kind of expected, but Miche and Erwin totally thought he'd give it back to Hange after like a week.

Miche: Has a huge male gray Bouvier des Flandres with longish hair and "bangs" that cover his eyes a bit. He probably named him Sherlock because he has "big locks of hair". Had to have his tail docked months before Miche adopted him, his tail got stepped on and crushed by a cow.

Moblit: Doesn't have a pet cause "Dealing with Hange takes the same amount of work" but he also helps with Hanges lizard because it's high maintenance.

Eren: He has a female African Grey Parrot that he named "Freiheit" which is German for "freedom." He talks to his parrot like it's a therapist. He also gets upset when someone says his Parrot's a girl, and he'll argue back with something like "no, actually he's a guy" even though the parrots a girl.

Armin: He has a male Eastern Box Turtle. He named him Squirt because when he adopted him, the first thing Squirt did was spit water at his face, so Armin thought it'd be appropriate to name him Squirt.

Mikasa: Female Maine Coon named Kiku. Her mother told her that the Kiku flower was her favorite flower and that it's believed the flower can prolong peoples lives.

Connie: Male Hyacinth Macaw he named Destroyer since he thought he (THE BIRD) would be able to destroy anything in its path (A BIRD). He trained his bird to attack anyone he points at while screeching "CA CAW!"

Sasha: Male squirrel she named Squirrelly. She didn't buy him from anywhere. She was literally sitting at the park and a squirrel came up to her and sat with her then followed her, and so she took him home and named him Squirrelly. That was 4 years ago.

Jean: Male Collie named Zeus. He thought Zeus would be a cool awesome name for a dog. He also trained him to chase Eren on his command.

Reiner: Female Boxer he named Rocky. He also specifically tried to find one with unpinned ears and an undocked tail. He takes her on hikes all the time, and she loves them so much.

Bertholt: Male Ferret named Mozuku. He loved to eat Mozuku as a kid, so he named his Ferret after it. Sometimes really late at night he has a dance party with his Ferret, and he definitely has spent hours to teach his Ferret one trick.

Yumir: Female Tarantula named Fang. She loves to scare Reiner with her. Yumir also takes such good care of Fang you'd almost think she loves her more than Historia. It's to the point where if she's at home, she'll take Fang out of her enclosure and just have her on her shoulder while she does stuff like chores or watch TV.

Historia: Female Beagle named Poppy. She dresses her up, and they watch TV together all the time. Sometimes they have "hype moments" where Historia hypes up Poppy by saying stuff like "LETS GO, WE CAN DO IT!!!" and they do it for like 10 min. Poppy is also those dogs that know every trick in the book. Historia has even taught her how to backflip and do hand stands. Poppy can also do a handstand and walk in a handstand.

Petra: Female Norwegin Forest Cat named Camellia. Petra's the type of person who walks her cat, but she loves it. Gives her cat super good food. Literally the happiest cat you will ever meet. Also the sweetest cat ever. Super playful and soooo soft.

Oluo: Male Irish Wolfhound named Captain. Loud as hell. Literally the most talkative dog you will ever meet. Super sweet dog, just very talkative. Also, if you put a bowl of food out in front of him he'll eat like Oluo has been starving him for months. Genital giant. His dog is a literal giant, is not even funny.

(man standing next to dog for size reference on how tall this damn dog is)

Gunther: Female Albino Ferret named Xiomara. When he was looking at ferrets, the people working there told him how Xiomara was turned down for adoption so many times the owner wanted to claim her as "unadoptable", and he was confused when he heard the reason was because of how she looked. But he thought the contrast of her red eyes to her white fur looked super cool, so he adopted her and named her Xiomara, and she's been his best friend ever since. He takes her everywhere is loves her so much, it's adorable.

Eld: Female Duck Tolling Retriever named Penelope. She has total attachment issues. They're basically attached to each other. Eld is going to the bathroom? So is his dog. She also does so many tricks and is so polite. And she attends doggy daycare, and lets just say she may be the teacher's favorite.

Nifa: Female hamster named Sunny. She's a total troublemaker. The food she's eating? Stole it right off Nifas plate. She eats clothes if you don't pay attention to her, she's escaped her cage, she almost drowned herself because Nifa fed her 2 minutes late. If your finger gets too close to her mouth, she will bite you.

Abel: Male Brussels Griffin named Scrappy. Will eat ANYTHING. You left the toothpaste out? That's Scrappys toothpaste now. You forgot your shoes? NVM those are Scrappys shoes. Also wears dog shoes every time he goes out.

Keiji: Female Pointer named Coco. She is the sweetest dog ever. Super gentle, doesn't bite, doesn't scratch, not aggressive, while all the other dogs are outside play fighting Coco's right next to Keiji. Whether it's her laying on the floor, her laying next to him, or her laying on top of him, most of the time Coco is with Keiji. Sometimes he even puts her outside to play with the other dogs because he's so attached to him.

Tomas: Female Texas Heeler named Luna. She's also a super sweet dog. She's also very, very energetic. If you get up even for one second, she'll get so excited. Luna's one of those dogs that will not stop spinning in circles. And every time you see her, she's panting as if she just ran the longest dog marathon ever. If you ask Tomas what she's like when they get home, it's normally the same story how she just is so exhausted she can't do anything.

Nannaba: Female Ferret named Phoebe. Very very energetic and loves to do tricks. She will climb everything. Walls? Climb. Fence? Climb. Furniture? Clime. YOU? CLIMB. Loves cuddling so much, she gets pissed if you get up while she's asleep. Also eats hair. She even eats Nannabas hair, and she has pretty short hair. One time in the winter Miche was growing out a beard for a dare and Phoebe started eating it while he was staying the night at Nannabas.

Gelger: Male rat named Rocket. Rocket is the craziest laziest rat ever. Sometimes Gelger has to hand feed Rocket his food cause he's too tired to get up, then 5 min later he's running around all over the place and sliding everywhere. He also poops soooo much. Gelger even took him to the vet once because he got nervous that something was wrong with Rocket because of how often and how much he would poop. Turns out he just poops a lot. When they go to other peoples houses Gelger has to put Rocket in a diper because hes worried about him pooping everywhere.

Henning: Male Cane Corso named Butch. When he adopted Butch he wanted a Cane Corso that still had it's tail and who didn't have cropped ears. Butch is so scary when you first meet him, but then he becomes the most lovable dog ever. He gives the sloberist kisses and is always drooling, but that's ok. Super strong. He's knocked over the whole barbecue grill before.

Lynne: Female Rabbit named Daisy. The sweetest bunny you will ever meet omg. She never gets in the way of anything and is even potty trained. She always shows off her tricks and is very proud of it. One time she even did a back flip but got scared when everyone cheered. Very unpridectible. One time it was getting late and everyone realized they haven't seen Daisy for a while so everyone was freaking out and when they checked outside Daise was sitting on top of an Opossum.

[franki-lew-yo]

Literally all my wildlife encounters (I've never left my country -_-) are all coincidental and intrusive and the exact opposite of 'magical' at all.

When I was a kid my family went to Tahoe a lot to stay in a dinky cabin our dad's family has up there. One summer when we were watching a movie in the livingroom-kitchen, this raccoon starts very quietly opening up the screen door and pawing around inside. I was the first to see it and for some reason I just forgot how to talk so I just pointed and went 'aaaa', 'AAAaaa' at the coon before my parents and sister finally looked over and screamed and the raccoon yeeted back outside.

The greatest sight I ever saw in Yellowstone was being caught driving through a herd of mother bison and their calves, but even that was really accidental.

Also in Yellowstone, while my dad and the rest of a wolf discovery team were outside in the snow trying to see if they could find wolf tracks; I stayed behind in the rv cause I was tired and this adorable coyote came up to it and was casually sniffing around for scraps. It saw me inside and was all "0.0;" but then just kept sniffing. I truly think animals look at our vehicles and homes like they're our 'dens' and they try to scavenge for our 'kills' around them.

In 2014 a bear got stuck in my sister's car in Tahoe and mauled the insides of it (and pooped everywhere) trying to get out. My mom was really stupid and opened up the back for the bear to get out rather than wait for animal control but yep- that was the same car from our childhood that was given to my sister and it was destroyed because bear.

The one time I saw a weasel was on a trail when it was definitely hunting a squirrel.

There is at least one skunk under my mom's house right now and it eats the extra cat food left out for this abandoned cat. I tried getting my stuff ready to take my dog out for a walk and the skunk was just casually eating with it's tail turned up towards me. Terrifying.

Speaking of skunks; in my current complex I used to let Shelby off the leash even at night and that was always a bad idea- because in 2019 while we were coming back in the dark this skunk was sniffing on our stoop and Shelby went right up to it. The skunk didn't 'spray'; it smelled, so I think it had already sprayed something else earlier but it did hiss and charge at us and the whole time I'm screaming for my sister to open the door and help make sure my dog didn't get sprayed or mauled by a skunk but she had her headphones on. The skunk left on it's own but Shelby still thinks she saved the day and got it to leave.

Also (not the same walk) while off the leash, Shelby up and bit-tackled what I thought was another neighborhood cat hiding under a car in the car port, but as it hobbled away from us I realized it was actually a raccoon. My dog up and punked a raccoon and is so damn lucky to not have gotten mauled, but only because the raccoon was surprised that a chihuahua mix had even tried to mess with it.

Before either of these incidents while we were still both living with our mom in the mountains, we used to let Shelby out into our little back yard to go potty in the morning. While we were talking one morning while she was outside, we hear this high-yipping like Shelby was in trouble and we see a baby deer zoom by in the backyard- scared. We open the front door and call for her and Shelby runs up with an openwound-bloody back being followed by an angry female deer. The doe ran away with her fawn the moment it saw us, but still. Shelby got too close/tried to mess with a mother deer and got her back clawed open from it. My gandpa was a vet at the time and he got her stitched up but she seriously had a big seam across her back from her deer attack for a year afterword. If you live in rural areas NEVER let your pets outside.

Also at my mom's we had our compost right outside the door and 'oop: one night this opossum's just foraging through it like it's nothing.

Last summer we had a trip up to Tahoe that was a bust. On the way back getting closer to Santa Cruz, I see what looks like this big ole elk statue in an open field for some reason. I'd seen elk in Yellowstone and grand Teton before but my sister and I presumed elk out in California were extinct until recently. We pass by more and more of these 'statues' unti I suddenly realize they weren't statues at all: we were in the middle of a a reintroduced elk-herd during the beginning of rut. Sadly we did not fight them to get meat for our burgers.

There's always sealions at the Santa Cruz wharf but before covid there used to be a thing where you could go under the docks and see them sealioning (lying around) under the wharf, seperated by just a metal fence. I accidentally slipped my foot into a crack under the fence and I moved it just in time before the sealion near to it lunged out to bite me. Yeah.

Back in 2021 or something I saw what I thought was an escaped canary on the ground, suffering from heat stroke. I didn't want it to get eaten by a cat so I picked it up with my hat, went up to me neighbors who had birds and asked it it was theres. They said no. I brought the bird inside to cool down (Shelby kept trying to eat it), caught it-took it outside and it flew away. Turns out it wasn't a canary. It was a wild passerine bird I still saved from being eaten and brought into my apartment thinking it was a lost pet.

The one time I saw an owl in the wild ever was when one was sitting on a perch near our car on Halloween night 2020. That was cool.

Speaking of 'wild animals that have gotten stuck in my house'; in 2022 TWO DIFFERENT alligator lizards not only somehow snuck into our apartment without me noticing, they also hid under our stove and it took forever to get them to leave.

Two weeks ago Shelby stepped on a garter snake which was trying to get away from us and she didn't even realize until the snake was safely in the bushes from her. Shelby has difficulty grasping that snakes aren't sticks for some reason.

When we lived in a condo complex that had a pool+hot tub for the residents, my sister and I wound go over and swim when it was raining cuz no one else would be in it. While we were in the hot tub the suddenly realize there are all these newts/salamanders around us and a lot of them were trying to hang out in the pool (I guess because it was warm?) or around it. We went diving after and getting them out of the pool because we didn't know how bad clorinated water is for newts and didn't want them getting sick or dried out from it. Also I think it's more than logical to think a newt would be boiled if it jumped in a hot tub. Not an amphibian expert to know 100% but it feels like the right call, y'know? ((if I accidentally hurt or traumatized the newts and didn't know than I'm sorry)).

and finally, there's

that time earlier this month when my sis and I were driving back to my mom's at 11 o'clock and almost hit a full-grown mountain lion with our car. Again; never let your pets out alone if you live in rural areas.

[canis-or-cannotis-lycaon]

TIMING: Late August LOCATION: The Pines PARTIES: Gael (@lithium-argon-wo-l-f and Mateo (@fearhims3lf SUMMARY: One of the nights preceding the Blue Moon, a restless Gael stumbles into Mateo when a yeth hound finds both of them CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

Night time with a full stomach and no job on the docket was the worst. Bars were getting boring, and there was no way making a phone call to a family member was an option. Eleven at night was simply too late, and Mateo knew how dramatic his mother was. She was likely to think a disaster happened, and convincing her otherwise was way too taxing.

So, instead, Mateo, opted to jump around Wicked’s Rest until he found a suitable patch of grass to lay in. He settled in, arms behind his head, and sighed. The night was calm and welcomed its child of darkness happily. Only thing, Mateo was only one of many, and there was one lurking about. The mare shot up at the snap of a twig, watching the treeline carefully and ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

—

This whole ‘having a surplus of energy’ thing was getting old fast. Gael wasn’t even, like, anxious. He was just full of energy that seemed to come and go in pulses. He’d developed the quick habit of taking walks during the evenings now, going for a jog, trying not to stick his head into the nearest trash can or follow some unfamiliar scent… which was what he was doing now. Under a few different impressions and with the nagging feeling that he really should’ve tried to do something about it, Gael was literally following his nose. Whatever it was smelled dead but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to tell the difference between a dead squirrel or a bird. He wasn’t sure how far he got when the smell seemed to turn from decay into… decidedly not that, instead smelling like something from a store. Shampoo or body wash or something, obviously, though he couldn’t decipher what it was. Clumsily, he stepped out from the treeline where he saw what appeared to be a man sitting up and looking right at him. “Oh!” Gael called. “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was out here,” He added quickly as he held his hands up to indicate that he meant no harm.

—

Oh. Just…a guy? He was cute enough, but maybe a little too sweet for the mare’s liking. Although, the fact that he was out and about at night in a place like Wicked’s Rest, did raise a few alarms. No normal person would do such a thing. Not unless they felt perfectly capable and comfortable taking on whatever decided to lurk in the darkness. Mateo narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the man, his train of thought spiraling toward the idea of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. One could never be too careful, he thought. Especially when he had to worry about things like hunters.

“Oye,” Mateo began, sizing up the stranger behind his sunglasses, “What’re doing out here anyway? Got a death wish or you can handle yourself out here?” He figured being forward was a good strategy. All cards on the table, so to speak. If he gave away that he knew about the darker side of Wicked’s Rest, then maybe, just maybe, the man would give something away too. Next step would be the eyes. Glowing red orbs always seemed to startle even the biggest dude. “And look, I know it probably looks just as weird if I’m out here too, but I asked first.” Ever the petulant man when it came to arguments and games. “So, by the rules, you gotta answer fir—” Snap! Growl! “Ah, shit…” Mateo hissed, looking around to see what trouble the man in front of him was getting him into. Was this an ambush? It was hard to tell, but given that the monstrosity that began to prowl looked at both men with intent, Mateo was inclined to believe they were both in danger. Still, he had to joke. “So, uh…is that your dog? He’s kinda…ugly.”

—

Gael’s gaze was met with one he guessed to be suspicion, which was understandable given the environment and how he had just tumbled out of the treeline - it seemed like the perfect introduction between a protagonist and the perceived evil from a Stephen King novel. “What? I was just taking a walk.” He replied, pointing over his shoulder as though the forest would back him up on that claim. Even as he answered though, he could feel his head shaking slightly as though to deny any unspoken allegations that the stranger could’ve thought at him. Granted, the stranger sure seemed more capable of taking care of himself going by what he was wearing; the last person who dressed similarly was Owen and Gael knew he was a fighter. His ears picked up the stranger’s accent first and despite having demands hurled at him, he couldn’t keep himself from tilting his head. “Oh, would you prefer–” His own question was cut short, however, when a different sound cut through his thoughts and he turned his head sharply in the direction of what sounded like growling. There was an animal there? How had Gael not heard it before? Hastily, he stepped out from the tree line where his dark eyes picked up– “Nope. Nope that’s not mine I don’t own a dog and if I did it wouldn’t be THAT one.” He took a step back, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end as the two men were abruptly confronted with the terrifying visage of a large dog with what appeared to be an exposed skull of a head and several tentacles sprouting from its back, twitching and furling in the dead air absently. “...Yours?” The shudder was evident in his tone but he didn’t want to seem like a complete coward in front of this stranger.

—

“Yeah, whatever.” Mateo rolled his eyes dramatically, wishing he could be alone once more. Now there were two visitors and any hopes for a calm night with his trusty headphones fled away. He blew air between his lips, annoyance escaping him petulantly. The icing on the cake were the arms he crossed, expression devoid of any amusement. 

Of course the dog wasn’t his, why the hell would he ask if it was the stranger’s in the first place then? “No, fool. You dumb or something?” He barked out, ignoring the stupid dog trying to taunt them into a corner. Mateo tutted to himself. He had created far worse monstrosities. Whatever the monster was, the mare wasn’t fazed, but it wasn’t like he was a charitable guy. This was the second stranger within a month to lead a damn creature to him while he was minding his business, and for that, Mateo wanted a little revenge. A little trick!  “I think that thing is yours now, though.” A smile formed on his lips, and he stood up, brushing away any residual dirt and grass so it wouldn’t get into his apartment. “I’d name him Cujo or something.” Mateo patted the man’s shoulder, feigning friendship just before he blinked away into nothingness. He landed in his apartment, laughing to himself. The picture of the random dude thinking he was abandoned while fearing for his life was always a good prank. It almost made Mateo want people to keep leading monsters to him, only to disappear and return with a strategy and a few weapons. He’d wait a few beats before he made his return. That made for maximum funniness, always.

—

He could’ve been dumb. Considering what town he found himself in and all the strange characters that surrounded him now, Gael might’ve been the dumbest person in town. And he certainly felt dumb as he kept his wide, dark eyes on the growling, hissing beast as the tentacles slithered around it, snaking through the air and creating a slimy noise that he really wished he weren’t hearing, especially at that moment. Gael was so focused on the large creature that when he felt the stranger’s hand on his shoulder, all but missing what the man had actually said, he visibly jumped with a sharp inhale. From what he could gather, filtered through the fear that he tried to smother in his mind, the stranger didn’t really take much seriously and what was more, he didn’t seem to be afraid at all. The professor, wanting to use the other man as something of an anchor of solidarity that he wasn’t alone, started to turn to regard the other man when suddenly the weight of the hand on his shoulder disappeared. The man stumbled, clearly not expecting that and the look on his sunken face could only be described as ‘completely confused and definitely not at all afraid’. “Okay!” Gael attempted to recover himself, breathing deeply. “I was here with a guy and the guy… .phased out of existence and there’s a giant dog with tentacles and an inverted skull.” He spoke quickly, trying to keep his tone even though he couldn’t stop it from rising with emotion. “Okay Gael, think about it for a second.” He gulped, taking another shaky step back as the demonic hound advanced slowly. “You know how this looks and sounds?” He asked himself, apparently thinking that now was a good time to literally talk himself through whatever was happening. “You’ve lost your mind.” He came to the conclusion. “If you just… Okay, so the guy was here and he disappeared. Strange shit’s been happening in town.” As though to confirm it, Gael felt another pulse of energy tear through him. “Including you. This is obviously just… your brain trying to create problems and likely scenarios.” His leg caught on something as he was stepping back and he crashed to the ground unceremoniously. “Oh come ON.” He shouted through pained grunts as he landed on his back, feeling a sharp stab course up his spine where the scar tissue that stretched across his lower spine interacted with whatever he tripped on.

—

Gathering his brand-spanking-new bat from the closet, which was next to a few extra (just in case creature fighting became a habit), Mateo twirled it in his hands, retrieving a random book as well. He hummed to himself, sauntering about his apartment and throwing in a piece of bread into his toaster. After that, he went to his safe and input the code, opening it and retrieving a pistol and grenade. It came in handy last time, didn’t it? Mateo hoped he’d be able to use it again. The toast sprang up and the mare snatched up and held it between his teeth as he blinked back into the space where he left the stranger. He was careful to land himself a few feet away, behind some brush, to coordinate a little better. The man was mumbling to himself, and Mateo had to stifle laughter as he munched on the piece of dry toast. It always paid to have a snack while you watched a show, right? When the guy fell though, that’s when Mateo couldn’t help but laugh, giving away his position. Oops. It was showtime then. “Hate to tell you, chico, but…” He twirled his bat, finishing the last of his toast. “You ain’t lost your mind. Not yet.” Mateo grinned, patting the bat against his newly freed hand. Chuckling again, he walked toward his acquaintance, gait a little too relaxed when there was a dangerous creature nearby. He offered a hand, forcing the guy to get to his feet so the fight could be just slightly more fair. “Name’s Mateo. Use this.” He gave him the book from his vest with a shrug. “Saw John Wick use this to kill once.” —

He wasn’t sure how long he was on the ground, finding himself slightly set back by the stabs of pain that surged up his spine now accompanied the strange energy that he didn’t like going through his system. Part of Gael relinquished himself to the beast, not content at all but somehow accepting that maybe this was how he was going to die, being shredded apart and eaten by a tentacle dog. Of course, while his mind was trying to come to terms with his impending demise, his body still acted on its own accord and he scooted back on the ground, feeling his sweater picking up loose dirt, twigs and dead leaves that lay on the forest floor. Then he heard a laugh coming from behind him and, in his nerves, he threw his head back to look upside down at whoever it was coming up to him. If it was someone else aggressive… he didn’t want to think about if it was someone else aggressive; he could already feel his fingers extending uncomfortably, trembling slightly as they felt like someone was pulling on the bones under the skin. However, when brown eyes fell upon the abrupt reappearance of the man from before, now brandishing a bat and what looked to be a book, Gael wasn’t… relieved, per se, but at least it wasn’t someone– “Wait, where the hell did you go?” He asked, all but ignoring everything else that the man (now dubbed Mateo) had said, even as he was being pulled to his feet and shoving a - was this a book? - into Gael’s shaking hands. “First you were here and then you suddenly weren’t and– how long have you been listening in on me?” He asked, temporarily all but forgetting the large monstrosity that loomed near them. 

—

“Yeah…” Mateo nodded along to the guy’s mild freakout, completely detached and unsympathetic to how overwhelming the whole situation probably was. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. It’s fine. Just a thing I can do, man. Don’t worry about it.” When he appeared to finally be done, Mateo clicked his tongue and waved off his companion while his attention was taken by the fucked up puppy just a few feet away. It growled and snapped, though Mateo remained unfazed by the attempts at aggression. 

But as he looked closer, he noticed the dog wasn’t pointing the ‘tude toward the mare. “Huh?” It continued the show, attempting to circle around Mateo, and the closer he got, the more obvious it became that Mateo wasn’t the object of the dog’s fixation. It was the man behind him.  The very terrified and babbling man. “Yo, my guy, I think he’s–wait” He looked at the dog, eyes narrowing until he nodded with a smile on his face. “Sorry,” He apologized to the mutt, putting his body between the two to keep the man safe. “What’d you do to make her mad at you?” Kneeling down, the hound seemed to calm a little, almost nuzzling into Mateo. A look of surprise painted over his face, but he was more than happy to accept the affection of a dog for the first time in years. —

So Gael was what most people considered to be a ‘patient person’. He could roll with the punches, casually accept friendly insults and was more than willing to be the butt of a joke. On most days. Now, though, as Mateo was obviously not as worried about whatever this was as Gael himself was, he felt the uncomfortable pulse of energy through his limbs and it balled his hands into fists– well, the one, while the other held the book that was unhelpfully given to him to use as a weapon because Mateo saw it in a movie.

“Just a thing you can do?” He asked, only to get waved off and he felt some of the fear starting to dissipate in favor of frustration, despite the man standing before him who would apparently just… blink out of existence, the dog that was still menacing him and causing the back of his hair to stand on end. Was that even real? Was Mateo real? He felt real, Gael could feel the hand on his, pulling him to his feet. But… Maybe Mateo was just another side effect of whatever he was feeling at the moment. He wanted to say something else, though even now he wasn’t sure what he was going to say when the tentacled dog made its presence known once more and he tensed up, turning his dark, furrowed gaze to the creature with its glowing eyes that bored into him, sending another shiver up his spine. Maybe it wasn’t real. It hadn’t attacked him yet and… Mateo started talking to it. Apologizing to it. “Wh–” He faltered, confusion painting his face. “...What?” He asked incredulously as the other man knelt and started petting it - her?

—

“Yeah, old man. Try not to question it too much. You look…” Looking Gael up and down, Mateo chortled, a bit amused by the nervous and disheveled look the guy was sporting. He blabbered way more than Felix did, and they were pretty good at freaking out. He shrugged, “You look like you need to go home and take a nap.” Taking the nice route wasn’t a common thing for Mateo, but even a man like him could have sympathy. He wasn’t always a monster.

“Ay que linda eres, chulita.” Mateo put his attention back toward the hound, petting her gently and cooing as if she was any normal dog. Quickly, she leaned into his touch, and he exhaled with a bit of disbelief and glee. He wondered if that was what people felt when an animal took to them so quickly and easily. It was a nice feeling, and Mateo forgot all about Gael for a few moments while he decided on a name.  “Angel.” He proclaimed, standing up to face Gael. “I think Angel and I have a lot of bonding to do.” She snapped at Gael, growling as if she may attack. Mateo had a feeling she wouldn’t, so he just laughed, crossing his arms with an amused look on his face. “Don’t think she likes you too much, but hey, that’s just me. I think you’re okay even if you should relax a little.” Placing a hand on Angel’s head, he patted her, instantly ending the show of threats. “Never had a dog before, so I guess it’s thanks to you that I get to have one now though. Really appreciate it, chico.” The hound’s tendrils writhed happily coiling loosely around Mateo’s arm as he pet Angel. “You good to get home? I’m gonna take her on a walk.” —

Gael crossed his arms defensively when Mateo called him ‘old’, but he couldn’t deny that maybe a nap sounded good. Even if didn’t feel like he needed, wanted, or could even settle down enough to take a nap, he figured it might’ve been beneficial. Irritation tugged at his mind, just as a jittering feeling, strange sensations that pumped through his veins. Fear, annoyance, fear, empathy, annoyance. The dog snapped at him again which prompted him to take an instinctive step back but Mateo had named the creature Angel and… he seemed to have been getting along with it. Which, ultimately, Gael thought he liked. Angel wasn't on the list of the first ten names he’d have picked for a dog with a skull for a head, glowing eyes or tentacles that furled lazily on its back but… this was why he had Mirabel and Señor at home. There were few things that could compare to the love of an animal and he knew better now that love from anywhere, even an unconventional creature that nuzzled into Mateo’s palm fondly. The sensation solidified as the other man expressed that he’d never had a dog before. He paused, looking at the bizarre scene before him. And though he thought some primal part of him still wanted to recoil, give the creature its space, he also found himself smiling faintly at the duo. “Yeah. I’m good to get home.” He replied casually, dipping his sentence into the Spanish he knew Mateo was fluent in. “You take your girl for a walk; I’m glad you found her.” He said and with the lasting image of the tentacled beast still fresh in his mind but with the label ‘Angel’ attached to it, eliminating some of the fear, Gael put his hands in his pockets and left the two strange beings to themselves.

He wasn’t going to go home, not yet but he could at least be more aware of where he was walking. Ideally to avoid any other weird, possibly freaky creatures out in the woods that evening.

[1812-1941-1974]

"I've had quite enough of being loved, of nice happy people who are right as rain. I could have been a father ten times over by now. I don't even want that. I just want someone to fuck me up. I want the dark. I want the person that's going to rip my heart into a thousand tiny pieces, who is going to eviscerate me, who is going to turn me broken and discolored the way meth leaves people and nicotine stains plastic. I want every shitty ruinous part of your soul inflicted upon me. I want to have a nice neat little plans for life that get smashed every afternoon by a person cruel, audacious, and chaotic enough to surprise me. I want the shellschock of being left standing alone in a concert hall, feeling fear and pain because you've surprised me by leaving for someone else. I want that little tick of surprise in a world that always goes exactly the way I expect it to. I want you to lock the car door and scream at me in the grocery store parking lot. I want to sit across the table from a person who doesn't talk because they don't care to. I want the wounded animal that can't see I'm a friend and just sees another person who wants to eat them alive. I don't want the body, I don't want the spot in the bed. I want to watch the tears fall on the concrete on your fifth pack of menthols on some icy balcony in some shitty building. I want the pitiful smoldering wreck that hunches over into a ball and cries. I want the wretched black monster ruined beyond belief because at least it feels something human. I fucking need you. I fucking need your grief, your cruelty, I need it inside my fucking skull for eternity the way I need air. I want you to suffocate and torment me until there's nothing left. I need you because you are the only person who feels anything. I don't give a shit if you don't give a shit. I need you. One sided. Your very existence underpins my hope that someone, somewhere out there, has an emotional experience as a human I can fucking relate to. For me, you are the fucking candles. If you're a witch I'm a fucking familiar and you need to start treating me like one because like it or not, I am bound to you. I wake up every god damn day thinking of returning and go to sleep every god damned night checking if you're still alive. The other stuff, the happiness, the frolicking, the laughter, it's all entirely fucking irrelevant. God knows I didn't sign up for this but it was over for me the moment I saw your dumb ass. Knew your name before I knew your face. Problematic asshole. How dare you let me know you. Literally the only time I've ever felt human the weight of human companionship was walking in the woods with you and your dogs and then you just fucked off into oblivion. Don't interpret my demand for friendship as some pathetic love letter. It's not, and never has been." Moxolo put the letter in the drawer with the others and sighed. "Tedious fuckers, aren't they Moxie?" barked Tom with laughter. Silence fell. Moxolo wasn't quite sure where Tom was in the room, but from the panicked squeaking and nasty wet crunching noises, he gathered Tom might be in the eaves eating his way through yet another nest of squirrels.

[sunflowerinpearls]

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ PROUD DOG OWNER MOMENT‼️‼️

So Athena (cat) keeps opening the screen door to our sliding glass door into the backyard, and escaping. I have tried everything to keep these cats inside, even having to crate them so I can BREATHE!

Whatever...

Ohana seems to want to "herd" (I thought we got a Hound but OOHkay) Athena back inside. HowthefrickEVER, Athena & Ohana somehow tag teamed a MFN squirrel: Athena jumped on it with her entire body and It somehow escaped Athena's fat a$$, and then Ohana kept digging and digging (like Dachshunds were literally bred to do) and by the time I remembered that there is a high chance that Ohana could actually get under the fence and escape the yard....ADHD IS GREAT!

I called for her and no sign, until I saw her teeny tiny head come through under the fencing, attempt her best to get back into her yard the same way she got out (LOL), and she just...couldn't.

So I went to the front of the house and yelled for her, still nothing. Then I went out to the garage and yelled for her and NOTHING. I had to keep reminding myself "Please don't panic! Please don't panic!" as I began walking up my neighbors driveway to yell for her once again. "She has got to be right here at least in this general vicinity"!

I kept calling out to her and she freaking ran to me (😭) from their property and I instantly rewarded her for coming to me (bent down and loved on her soaking wet, covered in mud long, little body) and she was running right beside me the "entire way" back home and did not even bother to look around her. She focused on me and focused on the house (her/our home) and she ran back inside with me.

No problems with her recall. Just had to find me. 🥹🥹🥹

She is such a good girl, and I'm so proud mainly because she is still not spayed (this stuff takes time) and I have been SO CAREFUL with her.

Derek Dreeszen came home at the right moment, and placed a tree limb in front of the huge hole that was dug to prevent it from happening again (at least in that spot) 🤣!

We love you Ohana!

[kdrip]

In my previous blog post about my kitties, I went for a fairytale storytelling kind of vibe. I think I’m going to continue the saga. The tales(tails) of Pip and Po both literally and figuratively have taken a nice turn. Because I have only ever owned cats, I have never really worried about what it would be like to sit a dog.. on Saturday however, I got to learn. At roughly 2 PM on Saturday afternoon, my mother brought over her 10 month old Yorkshire puppy. Now as I have two cats, I am not keen on the ins and outs of what it is to take care of a dog— that will be important for the story later. So Picture This. I’m watching my cats react to a new tiny creature in an even tinier apartment. I was also carefully observing the tiny creature's response to the two apex predators to see if this was a time where their natural instinct would kick in or not. I wasn’t sure if this was a time to act or a time to observe so I was sure to be ready for anything when the little Yorkie puppy approached Pip. At first, he just wanted a friend, it seemed. He slowly walks over from one side of the living room to the other, smelling at the carpets, and seeming intrigued by the sunrise, beaming inside next to where the cat was sitting, so being the initiator that I am, I thought it was my duty to bring him to her so they could get to know each other you know sniff butts slick do whatever animals do. Nothing could’ve prepared me for the freight that I was about to receive. It’s just me to black cats and a Yorkie puppy in the middle of the afternoon in a city full of people screams outside excitement from the Fourth of July. Things are still in the air however, next thing I Knew was a different kind of fireworks being laid out in my living room.

To be fair to myself for not anticipating what was going to happen next, Pip was raised by a dog, a little rescue might on the smaller side, likely a bagel or other small dog; so I presumed it would be just a fine interaction between two similar sized beings, but no, no no the moment Pip felt her territory was slightly invaded, she SNAPPED. I put Bentley next to her in the window to see if they could kind of peep squirrels, or bird watch together and see if it could be a bonding experience for them, but when that cat even sensed the dog was near her, she batted at him. His poor little yelp melted my heart, as I just watched and grabbed for him only a moment too late. Once I resolved the tiny, crying Yorkie issue I had in my hands, I looked at Pip. I looked up to see she was quite proud of herself: sitting still on top of the window sill as if she’d conquered new land of her own. She proceeded to stay there for the remainder of my pet sitting time. When my mom returned, I told her about the territorial #SmackDown that came about during the visit, and she was semi happy to hear that her son survived his very first cat encounter. It was better than expected minus the “one- two” from Pep to Bentley. All that to say, it’s likely I’ll host again. They were a wonderful match. I think a little bit of time between visits though. No?

[wooahaes]

ghost stories

pairing: non-idol!96z & gn!reader

prompt: trees

word count: 0.6k~

warnings: vague ghost stories that i leave out because i’m not smart enough to write something spooky. talks of reader throwing hands w soonyoung. no proofreading. this one’s probably less good because i’m writing it with a mushy brain from schoolwork </3

daisy’s notes: this one doesn’t adhere closely to the prompt. i literally just went ‘what if camping’ and shrugged. sorry!! :(

Never before in your life had trees been so goddamn terrifying and it was all Soonyoung’s fault. “Go camping with us,” he had said. “It’ll be fun,” he had said. “Let’s go before it gets too cold out!” Soonyoung had begged, already saying he’d get on his knees right then and there and use puppy dog eyes to get you to say yes. Jihoon had already said yes, and so did Wonwoo--and you knew that neither of them were as big on camping as some of his other friends. Jun would be there, too, but you could have expected that.

So you said yes, and thus sealed your fate of listening to Soonyoung tell a scary story he either pulled off of the internet or made up on the spot. Some stupid bullshit about a scary witch that roamed the woods looking for her lost children--you hadn’t been paying close enough attention. All you knew was that you felt an odd chill, and that Jun was holding onto your arm to keep you calm. Was something watching you? Or were you imagining it?

A branch snapped behind you, and both you and Jun cling to each other immediately with a gasp. It set Soonyoung off with a cackle, Jihoon rolling his eyes with a suppressed smile while Wonwoo was looking back.

“It isn’t funny!” You whined at Soonyoung. “Your story was stupid!”

“But it still got you!”

Jun’s grip loosened around your arm as he frowned. “Anything is scary at this time of night.”

Wonwoo rose up from his spot on the ground, heading toward where the sound had came from. The bushes rustled a moment long, and then he watched something dart away before turning back to you. “It was just a rabbit.”

Of course it was. You knew that. Soonyoung’s story was just... getting under your skin. If it wasn’t a rabbit, it would have been a squirrel or something.

Jihoon looked over at you. “Are you really scared?”

“No.” Yes. Maybe a little bit. Something about this time of year made things scarier. The five of you hadn’t gone too far into the woods to camp for the night, sure, and you were pretty sure you could trip up Soonyoung if something showed up (that was what he got for coming up with a dumb story like that) and make it to the car if you sprinted. You pouted, hugging your arms tight to yourself. “Shut up.”

Jun giggled from beside you, already pulling you back into his arms. “It’s okay,” he said. “We’ll protect you.”

“From what? A bear?” Wonwoo looked up. “There’s no bears here. I checked.”

Jihoon looked up. “From Soonyoung,” he shrugged. “He’s the only tiger we have to worry about.”

Soonyoung shined his light over toward you, grinning. “I won’t attack. I promise.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning into Jun’s warm embrace. “I think I could fight off Soonyoung.”

Wonwoo looked up from his phone, apparently checking his messages while he had the chance--he’d put it away soon enough, wanting to dedicate time to spending time with the rest of you, but you knew he was likely responding to something from his family. “No, you couldn’t.”

He was probably right, since all of you knew how often both Soonyoung and Jihoon worked out together. Your pride, however, disagreed. “I could!” You pouted. “Cheol loves me. If I told him Soonyoung beat me up, then he’d fight Soonyoung. Easy win.”

“Then that’s Cheol fighting and winning,” Jihoon said. “Not you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Details. When was the last time you heard of royalty fighting their own war?

“Cheol loves me more anyway,” Soonyoung said, getting up. “I’ll prove it tomorrow.”

(Seungcheol would roll his eyes when the two of you called on the ride back, and name Jihoon his favorite just to dodge the question. You and Soonyoung both called him a coward.)

general taglist: @wonuziex​ @twancingyunhao​

[fantastic-bby]

SKZ as animal hybrid boyfriends

Pairing: Reader x Members

Word count: 2.9k

Genre: Fluff | Headcanon | Animal Hybrid/Shifter AU | Boyfriend AU

Warnings: Very brief mention of spiders

Masterlist

Chan

A husky hybrid

Has the CUTEST pair of gray and white ears that stick out of the top of his head

Also has the most gorgeous pair of pale blue eyes that glow in the dark

He has a fluffy white tail that wags like crazy whenever he’s excited because he doesn’t know how to stop it from showing

He’s also the sweetest boyfriend in. The. WORLD!

Always asks how you’re doing

Makes sure your not missing any meals and that you’re always hydrated

Every morning, he wakes you up with cute good morning texts and he always tries to send you good night texts sometimes forgets because he gets so caught up in work

He makes up for it tho

Sends flowers to your place whenever he forgets uwu

Chan’s the perfect boyfriend

The only problem is that you’re allergic to dogs

He didn’t realise why you always seemed to sneezy and stuffy whenever you would come over to his place

Until you told him

And his reaction makes you feel like you just told him the most horrific thing in the world

To him it is!!!!

Because he’s the reason that you’ve been having allergic reactions around him!!

He starts vacuuming his place more often to keep any fur away and makes sure to keep the area super clean so that you’re clear from anything that could cause a reaction

He also starts lint rolling and vacuuming his clothes before giving them to you so that you don’t take any of his fur home unless you ask him to leave his fur

Chan gets confused whenever you tell him that you don’t want him to vacuum or wash his hoodies before giving them to you

But you like them because every time you see the strands of gray and white fur sticking out of his hoodie, it reminds you of him

So instead,

Chan starts buying a crap ton of allergy meds

Puts them in every corner of his house

In the bathroom

The kitchen

The living room

The bedroom

Literally everywhere just in case you get a super bad reaction

That way he’s always prepared for anything

Minho

A maine coon hybrid

The most luscious fur ever known to man

His cat ears are so fluffy and always well groomed

He has this beautiful fluffy orange tail that he’s gotten pretty good at hiding his feelings with

Usually a hybrid’s animal features would probably give away their emotions, but Minho learned to control his ears and tails really well

It’s just that his ears are really sensitive and they flick around every few seconds whenever he’s in a crowded place

He has a pair of yellow eyes that are constantly in the shape of slits simply because he wants to intimidate everyone around him

Also always has his claws out because they intimidate strangers

Wouldn’t tell anyone, but Minho lets his pupils dilate when he’s alone with you (´∀｀)♡

He also likes to tease you a lot but you know he’s just joking because if he was serious, his tail wouldn’t be so related

You try not to tell him because then he’ll start working harder to hide his tail swishes

Is the most precious yet teasing boyfriend out there

He’ll make a joke about you eating a lot of ice cream whenever you’re sad, but he’ll always have your favourite ice cream in the freezer

If you complain about some kind of muscle pain, Min would call you weak but then also come home with muscle relief patches that he’ll stick to you himself

Minho likes to shift into cat form if you’re stressed because then it means that he wouldn’t really disturb you a lot

His footsteps are way quieter when he’s in cat form as compared to human form

So if you’re stressed or tired and you ask him to give you time

Minho would shift and hide in one of the cat towers he bought for himself until he hears you coming out of the bedroom

The moment he hears the sound of the bedroom door opening, he’ll lift his head and peek out from the top

If you sit on the floor right in front of the tower, Minho will scurry off of the tower to sit in your lap to

But if you don’t even look at the tower and you instead go to the kitchen, he’ll wait a bit longer to give you more time

Changbin

Yk I wanna say he’d be some cursed Dwaekki hybrid the skzoo dwaekki haunts me in my sleep

But I genuinely feel like he’d be something really threatening like a wild animal

So if Chan’s a husky and Minho’s a maine coon

I’m gonna throw Changbin in as a grizzly bear because he’s a tank of a man and I love him for that

His ears are dark brown and rounded, poking out from the top of his head

His eyes are super dark brown and sometimes you can’t even tell if you’re able to see the white in his eyes bcs his pupils are just that big

His hands have these huge black claws that could claw someone apart if he wanted to

Also has a cute brown tail that he often hides underneath his clothes because it’s small enough for him to sit on

He gives THE BEST CUDDLESSSS!!!!!

Sometimes shifts into bear form just to cuddle you because it’s cold and relying on the heater might make it too warm

So Binnie likes to use his own fur to warm you up if he notices you shivering

Also would not hesitate to bear his teeth at anyone who tries to hurt you

Changbin doesn’t really tell anyone this

But one of his proudest bear traits is his ability to vocalise like a bear

Which means that whenever he feels the need to protect you or whoever’s around him

He will growl like a bear

And it’s terrifying

You didn’t even know that Changbin could roar until one night when a stranger wouldn't take your ‘no’ as an answer and your boyfriend almost lost his mind

He pulled you behind him and grabbed the collar of their shirt and just roared at them

The stranger being a hybrid of a smaller bear species immediately scrambled off

But Changbin also immediately switches back into sweet, cuddly boyfriend the moment he turns back to you <3

Hyunjin

A sphynx hybrid

Very dramatic

Very loud

He has pink cat ears sticking out of the top of his head with a little black splotch on his left ear

He also has this naked pink tail that sticks out from underneath his shirt

Every minor inconvenience and Hyunjin’s meowing and whining to you about it and you think it’s funny every time he does

Like the time he misplaced his sock and was crying all over your shared home looking for it until he found it underneath the bed

His claws are retractable, so he usually hides them because he doesn’t want to hurt anyone on accident unlike Minho

He’s VERY cuddly both in human form and cat form

Hyunjin likes to do the ‘kneading the dough’ thing whenever you’re cuddling

And ends up leaving holes in your clothes because his claws would accidentally grab onto the fabric

Would also feel really bad afterwards because now he’s ruined your shirt

You reassure him that it’s fine

But Hyunjin’s dramatic also kinda wants an excuse to go shopping with you

So he cries about it and it leads to him dragging you to the mall so that he can buy you a new one

Ends up getting distracted at a cat cafe because he’s made conversation with one of the cats there

And he’s basically talking to them like he’s a middle aged wine mom talking about their weird husbands

You have to remind him what the goal is

But he’s so immersed in the conversation with the orange tabby that you can only watch in amusement

Hyunjin’s talking to it in English while the cat nods with it’s tail swishing every time he asks it a question, mewling every once in a while as a response

You watch with a smile on your face, chin resting against the palm of your hand as you listen

You can only gather that Hyunjin’s telling the cat about why you’re at the mall

And the cat turns to you with a bored expression on its face before meowing

“She says good luck on finding a new shirt”

You nod and reach out to pet the cat’s head as thanks

You and Hyunjin leave after a while

And soon, the trip to get one shirt turns into a shared shopping spree

Jisung

Kinda obvious but he’s a squirrel hybrid

He has a pair of rounded, light brown ears on the top of his head

A bushy light brown tail that bumps into everything whenever he’s in cramped spaces

And the CUTEST pair of brown eyes EVERRRRR

His squirrel trait is where he gets the habit of stuffing food into his cheeks whenever he eats

Ji’s really good at climbing

So he has this long ass piece of wood that he keeps in the living room of his home so that he can still climb something in squirrel form if he can’t go outside

He also has tiny black claws that he uses mainly for practicality when he's in human form

So stuff like cutting into plastic, through strings and to open mail

He just slides his finger across the top of the envelope and boom

Jisung’s quite clumsy

It doesn’t help that he has this huge, bushy tail behind him

He bumps you with it a lot and he’s always so apologetic over it

But it’s fine because it’s his tail and it’s soft and cute and it’s part of Jisung UwU

There were a couple of times where you would wake up and his tail would be tickling your sides

So you’d wake up giggling

And it would wake him up too

He’d turn around and immediately wrap his arms around your waist to cuddle into you

You love playing with his ears

Jisung’s really responsive whenever you pet his squirrel features

So if you touch his tail in public

He’s jolting forward like AHHH

And you like to gently rub his ears whenever you’re cuddling

Jisung usually ends up cuddling into you more because he really likes it whenever you play with his ears

He has a habit of making those squirrel squeaks whenever he’s uncomfortable

So in public, if he feels like he’s overwhelmed or wants to leave

He’ll cling onto your arm and start squeaking softly so that only you’re able to hear

And it’s an easy way for you to know that he wants to leave without him actually telling you

Felix

Horned owl hybrid

He has two sets of white and brown feathers that poke out from the top of his head and curls to the back

He does, however, have talons at his fingertips that he doesn’t really like because it gets caught on a lot of things

Has feathers running down his arms, but can’t actually fly in human form

His eyes are this beautiful amber colour

He also has a lot of hanging stuff in his house that he likes to fly back and forth to whenever he shifts into owl form

Absolutely loves doing the head spinning trick because you freaked out the first time you saw him do it as a human

Felix also has really light footsteps

So sometimes you don’t even hear him coming into a room and suddenly he’s beside you

Which scares you sometimes

Overall, Felix is just unintentionally scary.

Buuuut

Because he has really good eyesight at night

And because he’s nocturnal

He sleeps in the day

Which means that all of his work is done at night while you’re asleep

His hearing is intense which means that he could hear the smallest pin dropping in the kitchen from the bedroom

So when he hears something strange coming from the kitchen

He’s immediately crawling out of bed and peeking out of the bedroom door

That’s when he sees a spider crawling out from behind the fridge

A huge spider

Now, Felix does NOT like spiders

But he knows that if you wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink, then you’re going to be freaked out by too

But he should be able to toss it out the window in owl form

So Felix pops open one of the windows and shifts

His silent flying and sharp night vision make it a quick mission that’s executed without much hassle

He manages to grab the spider with his talons and just tosses it straight out of the window

By the time Felix has returned to the bedroom

You’ve woken up because you realised he wasn’t beside you anymore

So he climbs back into bed and lets you hold onto him while you fall back asleep

Seungmin

Labrador hybrid

Has a pair of golden ears flopping over the top of his head

Also has a golden tail that he usually hides because if he gets over excited then it’ll wag all over the place and might bump into things

Is a relatively quiet person and is also a quiet dog

He doesn’t say or bark that much

But you’ve come to learn how to read his body language

Because his posture both in human form and dog form speak his thoughts

Like whenever he’s standing tall then you’ll figure that Minnie’s probably uncomfortable or feels threatened

As quiet as he is

He’s extremely attentive to your needs as well

Seungmin’s able to catch your body language way quicker than you are at reading his

Which means that the moment you look uncomfortable, he’s immediately moving to stand beside you with an arm wrapped around you

Think of it as that TikTok trend that’s like ‘using my scary dog privilege’

In this case

Seungmin’s more than happy to be the scary dog that lets you walk around alone

He’d bark and bite at anything or anyone who would try to hurt you

Even in human form, he’d growl as a warning to other animal hybrids that are around you

Whenever you’re out in public, Seungmin tries to stay by your side just in case anything happens

But when he has to part from you to talk to another group of your friends

He keeps you in his line of sight

He’d always angle himself in conversations so that the person he’s talking to has their back facing you so that he’s able to see you

And when a cat hybrid suddenly approaches you

Seungmin’s more on the attentive side but he hasn’t gone into protective mode because you don’t look uncomfortable

But then your frame starts to shrink

He immediately changes his posture

Which scares the people around him because suddenly, Seungmin looks so scary

He waits a moment longer and the moment you start looking around the room for him, he’s shoved his drink into the hands of Hyunjin so that he can make his way over to you

He slings his arm over your shoulder and glares at the cat hybrid who’s now extremely intimidated by the presence of the labrador hybrid

Seungmin leans close to the cat and growls at them until they run off

He stays with you for the rest of the night and the way he stays in protective mode makes you feel safe

Until you get home and Seungmin’s back to this ball of cuddle fluff that you absolutely love (｡♥‿♥｡)

Jeongin

Fennec fox hybrid

Has a big pair of white fluffy ears that poke out of his head

Has a fluffy white tail that blends into a more golden colour that’s long enough to poke out from underneath his shirt

He has super insane hearing

Even if he has headphones in, he can hear the outside world

Bodes well for him because whenever you walk into his apartment, he’ll walk out immediately to greet you

He never actually feels hot or warm because his body heat radiates off of his ears

Is always cold in human form

In fox form, his fur insulates his body instead so he doesn’t feel much of a difference

Has a habit of not drinking for hours because he can get stuck in his fox form

Also has a habit of chewing on your desk plants if he deems them edible

Unfortunately for you, that means you’ll come home to your beautiful plant babies half eaten and munched away because your fox boyfriend wanted a snack

To solve this problem, you filled the fridge with berries and vegetables for whenever he feels like snacking

But sometimes he goes overboard and he pretty much eats everything he can find when he forgets to eat for a while

He’s a fox hybrid that doesn’t know how to shift on command

Usually he has this big urge to shift but he’ll be stuck in one form for a while before being able to switch

He doesn’t know any other fox hybrids

So Jeongin has to learn to control his animalistic instincts with the help of you!

His human partner

Lucky for the both of you

You have a friend who’s a red fox hybrid

She’s not a fennec fox

But she still shares similar instincts to Jeongin because they’re both fox hybrids

So now Jeongin comes to you with the biggest smile on his face whenever he’s accomplished something, gushing about how Fox Noona taught him how to shift on command

He’ll show you

And you watch as he shifts into this tiny little fennec fox with a big smile on his snout (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel Nashcon 2021

I freaking loved this panel. The very first thing Jared does is excitedly point out his brand new shirt, which is a Christmas present from Jensen! The shirt has some different animals on it including moose and squirrels, and they point out one of the squirrels is over his chest ❤

First question was about what brought them joy recently! After some absolutely unnecessary bs about “how hard G works” - buddie assuming for a second that’s true if your wifey finds her luxurious life style too hard, hire help 🙄 - anyways, Jared says O who dotes on her daddy, that’s so cute. And Jensen says seeing his parents for the first time in around 2yrs cause he hadn’t been able to see them due to various reasons. x

Jensen was asked if there will be a Radio Company concert, he says he doesn’t know. Steve and him have talked about doing a small tour but nothing is set in stone. x

The third question gave us a wonderfully domestic husbands moment 🥰 Asked about what they do when it comes to things like fan letters they bring up and confirm that they do in fact share storage unit(s). Jensen says he was there recently and saw two boxes he brought home to Austin from Vancouver that’s just filled with stuff from the props and costume department. This whole thing makes Jared remember something about one of the boxes in their storage unit, he turns away from the mic cause this was just something he wanted to tell Jensen but he mentions a Chewy box, for those who don’t know Chewy is a pet product company think of them like Petco or Petsmart except just online, it sounds like they use the company to get their dog food and maybe they left some of their dogs things in there I don’t know but for some reason Jared wanted to know if Jensen saw the box and tell him something related to it. Jensen did not see the box but he said when they go have another afternoon at the storage unit together they’ll see it which means they go to their storage unit together that’s so domestic! 🥰

During Jared’s answer to this question he mentions his home office and the reason I’m bringing it up is because for some reason he felt the need to explain why he has his own office, and the explanation he gives is that G doesn’t want his stuff all over the house….his house, the one that was paid for and is maintained with his income that he works his ass for, the house he lives in she doesn’t want his stuff all over and he puts it like him being like ‘oh are you sure?’ and her being like ‘yes’ but! And this is the reason I’m bringing this up. For some reason this made my mind go lightning fast to a People Magazine article from years ago where G said that she got home one day to find he had taken her things out of his office and left it outside the door. So y’all have fun with that one.

Anyways then we get even more husbands! They tell the story about how Jensen gave Jared his gift- he gave it to him literally that morning as they were getting ready. In the same room, by the way they tell it! And it sounds so much like how couples randomly get each other little gifts just because it reminds them of their partner, no fancy presentation or wrapping paper just a ‘here, this made me think of you.’ 💖

Asked if Dean consciously chose to kill Death in the s10 finale or if it was instinct that wouldn’t let him kill Sam. Jensen says it was a conscious decision, that it was something deep within like one final hail Mary from Dean. And Jared compares it to when Sam was able to overcome Lucifer in the s5 finale. I hadn't tought about that parallel before but I love it. x

A fan wanted to know if they were brought up being openly affectionate and showing their emotions or if it’s something that they became more comfortable with as adults. I’m going to heavily paraphrase and summarize what they respond but as always there is a timestamp so you can hear their full answer. They both came from loving homes but their parents generation was one of tough love and their fathers had their own way of showing affection; Jensen shares his dad used to spank him but before he would tell him that he was doing that because he loved him and wanted him to learn not to do that again, spanking is not something Jensen does with his own children but he respects the way his father raised him and he is aware of the generational differences, and how in today’s culture it’s more acceptable to be a more affectionate father and man, and how the toxic masculinity that was so prevalent before is starting to fade away. While neither of them necessarily grew up being taught to be openly affectionate they’re both very aware that the societal standards and expectations during their parents era was very different than the one today. x

One of the fans was having trouble asking her question, but the boys were so sweet and patient with her. She asked what their favorite line was. They mention a couple that stand out to them: “Saving People, Hunting Things”, “What’s a Padalecki?”, “Low sodium freaks don’t have salt”, “Do these tacos smell funny to you?”. Jensen also mentions the exchange between Dean and Bobby in the finale when Bobby asks Dean what he’s gonna do and Dean replies he’s gonna take a drive. x

Last question of the panel was did Dean kidnap Miracle, since he probably had an owner and Jack brought everyone back. Jensen says yes, that in his mind Sam and Dean had a conversation that was basically Sam saying they should find the owner and Dean replying you snooze, you lose 😂

J2 Gold Panel Nashcon 2021

[davidhatter]

Stray Cat || Hatfish

baenxietydad​:

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It hadn’t occurred to him that Hatter would live directly above the shop– he supposed that made sense, actually, considering he was always at work. Must be less of a hassle if he literally lived here.  Did he ever take a day off? Not like Mu-yeol was one to talk, considering he’s gone two months without a day off between his pixie obligations and Pixie’s before.

At the doorway, he began to automatically take off his shoes, as the only human homes he’d been in in his lifetime were shoes-off houses – except Miss Anna’s, though he still did. It then occurred to him that for people who were not shoes-off people, this could be seen as rude, like you’re making yourself too comfortable. He stood there staring at his feet, at his half removed left shoe, for a long moment.

He could always just ask. Except he knew exactly how that would go down. He’d ask Hatter ‘are you a shoes-on or shoes-off person?’ and Hatter would go ‘whatever’s fine’ and Mu-yeol would be left to decide on his own what his European brain would perceive as the correct option.

There was no way in hell he, a grown-ass man of nearly forty-two years, was actually panicking about this. And yet!

At hearing footsteps coming up the stairs, Mu-yeol quickly shoved his foot back in his shoe and decided he’s neither assume nor ask, but simply wait and see what Hatter did. Aish, this was why it was much easier to stick to being friends with the Moons, Ting-Ting, and the handful of other families who’d immigrated here from his part of the world. Their cultures were similar enough that you could more or less assume correctly about things like basic manners.

He quickly moved a few paces from the door to not look as if he’d just been standing there having a crisis and, when Hatter walked through the door, said “That should keep him entertained for a while.” Referring to the coffee and squirrel.

He looked around, trying to think of something to say that wasn’t demon squirrel related. Women liked it when you said their place was cute, but did straight (? probably ? most likely?) men? Maybe not. So he didn’t say that.

“Must be nice to finish work and just go upstairs like, ‘I’m done now.’“ He settled on. Flawless social interaction, no notes.

(Many notes.)

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Hatter delivered the coffee to Karen, giving the squirrel’s head a few pats before letting him know that they would be upstairs and that the balcony in the back would be there when he was done with the drink. If he wanted. Then he returned inside to put his apron back and let those on shift know that he would be stepping out for a while.

It didn’t occur to him to wonder why Mr. Bae hadn’t gone further inside, too preoccupied with all the other things he hadn’t done in preparation. He gave an absent nod to the comment on Karen.

And to answer the quandary that he was completely oblivious to, he chucked his shoes off a little further inside where a standing coat rack was. There were things on its hooks and at its base that seemed to obviously belong to the man who was walking away from it. Ball caps, a heavier coat from the fading winter weather, motorcycle helmet. But there were also things that did not. A little, bright pink rain coat that had been there since his niece had forgotten it. A Manchester United scarf Sam had left. A pair of boots of Anna’s, along with one of her dog’s leashes that was there when she made him babysit. An old hat sat on the top. A very large brimmed, floppy, made of dark brown wool hat. That hadn’t been left there but placed. His mother’s.

The rest of the flat looked much the same as this coat rack. It was neat but a bit dense. Clutter was organized but still there. It was a place that had clearly been lived in, well loved and loved well in return. Earth tones, soft leathers, and dark woods of mismatched pieces of furniture with hidden pops of color sprinkled around for the eye to catch unbidden. It was clean, it just held a lot of left over from the lives who had stayed in its rooms. There was also the added magic effect that it was much quieter up there, down stairs seeming to be father away than it actually was.

And then there was the kitchen, of course.

He frowned when he saw the kettle waddling its way across the counter toward the sink, as he was unsure where Mr. Bae was on the whole sorcerer thing. Hatter picked up his pace to go catch it, and as soon as he was inside the kitchen everything seemed to wake up. Dishes gave a rattle, the tea towel hanging on the oven’s handle rustled. Hatter looked back to where he had left Mr. Bae. “Erm, sorry what was it that-?”

A cabinet door popped open, a tea bag being tossed from it and clocking him in the side of the head. Hatter glared as the door quickly shut, and picked up the chai that landed on the counter. “Never mind.”

He went about getting the kettle filled an on the stove top. “And, yes. It’s very nice. I haven’t got a whole forest to traverse after, so. Can’t complain.”