#raccoon mood

[webs-the-raccoon]

Have a great day/night anyone seeing this!

[ohfuckwho]

I identify emotionally and physically as Riceball the Raccoon.

[reactionimagesdaily]

[halloweentrickortreat]

Illustration by Garth Willams (1912-1996)

[thecommunalfoolboy]

Just found out about the humans are space orcs thing you all got going on here and I wanna know how many of u guys finally realized u think humans are so strange bc ur autistic

[palatteflags]

Trains and Rambley Raccoon from Indigo Park based moodboard~ For an anon!! Hope you like this!

Want one? Send an ask! -mod Jay

[towost]

this is my second time drawing doom,,

i like them. they’re neat!

[thatdykepunkslut]

Comrade spotted on a nighttime bike ride to the cemetery.

[high-quality-tiktoks]

I really want to hold these little guys

[r0ttingc0yote]

can u pls make a raccoon or an African Painted dog if u can, I'd like both but if u can only do 1 cus of time I understand, if u end up doing it ty :3

𓂃˶ ✶ ⋆. ˚ ˙𓍼𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜

ᯓ · 𓂃 𐙚 . ꒱ ♡ ╰┈➤ 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝

[webs-the-raccoon]

I'm just a silly little guy and also a vampire

[reactionimagesdaily]

[luminarytex]

I can never remember ur user so sometimes im just like "i wonder if....the person has posted yet" Anyways im here to request some good ol cclingy. Please. If u dont mind.

he’s ranting about ranboo’s stupid face

[onlygenxhere]

Made a mood board for @floating-in-the-blue / Yeo's newest fic. Been in a mood board mood and who doesn't love cute pictures of raccoons (and a beautiful man on a pole)

Check out the fic Stalk Your Dream(s)

[greeksorceress]

“to lucerys.” jacaerys starts, “the last time we saw each other, flowers were blooming in their spring, which might not be too long for some, but my heart has missed you greatly.”

lucerys looks up at him with doe, glassy eyes, timidly smiling at jacaerys while his fingers dance over the rim of his cup. lucerys’ stomach hurts with nerves and anticipation, for what exactly is something he can’t tell. 

jacaerys is right. some moons have passed since lucerys bade him his farewell by the dragon pit, anxiously watching over jacaerys to make sure he tied his bags to the mount and fastened himself properly to his dragon. jacaerys had hugged him briefly and tightly before flying north, and now the man that is rising his cup to lucerys looks nothing alike the boy he sent off.

jacaerys’ smile is broad, all high cheekbones and cutting jawline where the boyish roundness used to be a year ago. his shoulders are wider, his arms are bigger and he looks handsome, taller, stronger.

lucerys’ throat bobs as he comes to realise this, and promptly feels himself flush upon the fact that he had noticed such a thing in the first place. he wants to drain the wine and drown his thoughts with it, but jacaerys is not finished with his name day toast. 

lucerys’ name day celebrations are as ostentatious as they can get. it isn’t a surprise, though, every single soul in the realm knows king viserys would never do less for his favourite child’s favourite child.

everything around lucerys feels like a blur of gold and candlelights and copious plates of piquant food. he knows it must have been his mother, the crown princess rhaenyra targaryen had watched like a hawk over the preparations, and not a single arrangement had been carried out without bearing her scrutiny. daemon’s deadly stare right behind his mother had done nothing but help her case, too.

it has been worth it so far.

“the memories of my youth that i hold the closest to my heart are the ones that i share with you. it’s been an honor to be by your side as a boy, and i hope to continue doing so as we both mature. to prince lucerys,” jacaerys repeats, “the realm’s second delight, the velaryon pearl, the light of his family and the heart of his lēkia.”

lucerys’s apple cheeks redden as the guests toast to him, too. “hear, hear!”

he takes a sip from his drink and makes the mistake of finding aemond’s eye already staring back at him. 

he almost chokes on his drink, confused and alarmed. it never meant anything good when aemond stared at him like that. it was unsettling, lucerys’ hand was already itching under the coolness of his glass, his heart rabbiting in his chest. 

he doesn’t back down, though, because there’s something that he really likes about the way in which aemond looks at him, too. it makes his head feel ditzy sometimes with emotions he doesn’t understand. his mouth tastes like blood and his veins thrum with it, and there’s some beauty in the danger that aemond targaryen supposes that makes lucerys want to whine out loud.

aemond is promising him something with his burning amethyst, and he wants it so much he could sob.

their moment halts abruptly when jacaerys, already sat with his body facing him, tucks a curl behind lucerys’ ear and leans down to whisper, “you only deserve the best.”

lucerys can’t help himself when he leans towards the hand that is touching him, and barely keeps down a pleased purr when jacaerys cups his cheek lovingly. can jacaerys feel the mighty fire of his blush too?

he looks back at aemond, like it’s a reflex he hasn’t mastered yet, and jumps with what he sees. aemond’s face remains stony, indescribable, but where passion was simmering few moments ago in that lone orb, a newfound rage scorches the spot in lucerys’ face that jacaerys is touching.

the table and cutlery tremble as aemond slams his fist against it and stands up abruptly, waiting for all the guests to turn their attention to him. he raises his cup and snarls, “final tribute.”