#ringtailed-robin

[passiveagressiveintrovert]

Assorted Australian animal's ive found in the wild lol

[inatelescopelens]

london 5th december

Touching down at Heathrow around midday under a very grey sky, it was hard not to think foremost of the bright and long thirty-degree day we had left behind in Australia—I spent this day packing last-minute and walking by the Yarra under a thick coating of sunscreen, stopping to watch a ringtail possum scuttle down from the high branches of a eucalyptus into the place where the tree parted into two primary boughs. Through the window I saw a flash of familiar Qantas logos on aeroplane tails out of the corner of my eye and was a little disoriented, because we were half a world away from their country of origin. The difference was felt when we stepped off the plane and it was cold, even inside the chill was in the air. Our cab driver, a cheerful talkative man of nearly parodic accent, informed us that it would get dark around four and I was excited because I prefer an early dark. But I was still surprised when it was three-thirty and the sun was already beginning to set.

Our home here is a lower-ground apartment in Linden Square by Notting Hill Gate, only around the corner from the train station. It was dead cold down there as well, less so now since we have turned all the heating up. We recovered a sense of secure time lost in the journey over by going to the supermarket and buying supplies for dinner. To my peri-peri quarter chicken from Nandos I added a rocket salad and pan-fried green vegetables, eaten on the sofa in front of the television. It was comfortable and familiar and I was glad to have a hot spicy dinner on such a freezing night. It’s not the same, not nearly so awful as Melbourne cold in my opinion, but it is a constancy and there are no air conditioners in houses to recklessly blast hot air as I’m used to at home. Everyone wears their gloves and hat and coat.

Although I slept quite well for a first night in opposite time, I still rose quite early and headed out before Mum emerged—just to the nearest Tesco for almond milk and tomatoes, and to the underground station to pick up a pair of Oyster cards for our stay. It was still pitch black dark for most of my walk and the only other people about were local commuters, we all descended on the self-serve checkouts within a few minutes of the supermarket opening for business. Feeling purposeful I returned with my purchases and waited for the sun to come up.

We started this morning in Kensington Gardens, our traditional first point of visitation in London. The trees were barer than I have ever seen them before but there were still just as many white swans on the lake and as many grey squirrels darting across the path in the fenced-off walk, tamely pleading for scraps of food. One ran up my leg but soon retreated when it realised I had nothing edible on me I was willing to part with. We also saw a robin redbreast and some well-gorged pale pigeons, ticking off a significant number of classic English winter creatures. Passing under Mum’s favourite weeping tree we continued on to Hyde Park and into the rising tide of tourists taking on the city.

If we thought that winter had seemed to dull London’s tourist appeal in comparison to previous summertime trips, the opposite appeared true when we arrived at Buckingham Palace to find a sardine tin situation of fellow foreigners barely contained on the pavements by the local policemen. The changing of the guard was about to happen—‘about to’ here meaning ‘in half an hour’, an amount of time we didn’t find ourselves quite as willing as the rest of these travellers to stick out in the freezing cold for such an experience. We saw the guard further up the road instead, marching behind their brass band and mounted police escort. The only thing more intimidating than this show of military force was the army of tourist groups who came in a tide against us on the footpath, following in the procession’s uniform steps.

At Trafalgar Square we stopped for coffee at one of at least three Pret a Mangers in the vicinity, which seems at least two more than necessary but it’s the way every street is in Central London. Pret, Costa, Caffe Nero, Greggs, Pizza Express, Leon, Zizzi, repeat. We played right into the hands of this corporation-favouring chain restaurant culture with our choice of lunch at St Paul’s wagamama, which was very tasty but not high on the scale of authenticity. I searched hard in my dipping sauce for some heat from the specks of scarlet chilli and found nothing that could actually be categorised as spicy. You probably wouldn’t get away with it in Melbourne but it has an iron grip on the population here. However non-traditional though, my salmon gyoza were delicious and I couldn’t complain.

As the restaurant location suggests we went to St Paul’s Cathedral next, climbing up to the top of the dome to see the view out across the city. It was a lot fewer steps than I remembered it being when I was seven years old somehow. The sun finally peeked through the clouds whilst we were there, already well into the west side of the sky and casting a golden gleam over the outlines of blue-grey skyscrapers. I didn’t think you could have a more beautiful view even in the height of summer, and though it was still grey, it was clear and still, and the people on the streets below were like tiny human shadows scurrying about in their black puffer coats. In the crypt I spent time trying to decipher Latin epitaphs with the benefit of my recent study at university. I could just about get through the words his wife, defeated, army, on the last day of March, erected by the good public, etc. The rest remains all Greek to me for now.

We continued to wander through the streets to pay a visit to old favourite sights—the enclosed peace of Postman’s Park, completely divorced from the bustle of the city; the twelfth-century relic of St Bartholomew the Great, a tiny church tucked away between Tudor architecture and modern apartment flats. During this episode we came across a bizarre petting zoo situation in one of the squares where a pen of live reindeer had been set up for the sightseers' entertainment. They weren’t particularly large reindeer and your mind almost assumed they must be goats or something made to wear antler hats. But beyond this bizarre vision there were few other people around, so we were left for the most part in our own private world. I did not stay in this world long; Mum and I parted ways outside the William Wallace Memorial and I made for the tourist-swamped shopping districts back in the west the way we had come. 

I followed High Holborn up past Chancery Lane before strafing south down towards the Seven Dials, where seven pedestrian lanes of artisan shops split off from a central obelisk. The area was all dressed up for Christmas with coloured lights and thematic shopfronts, coming to life then as the sun was already setting. I visited a shop I had read about online and picked up a few gifts for a friend whose birthday it is while we’re away. Down through Chinatown—more theatrical than our Melbourne version, lit by a ceiling of red lanterns and glittering casino signs—and into Leicester Square I followed the Christmas decorations, which were by now the greatest source of light available. At Covent Garden I stopped to think about Audrey Hepburn as Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady, selling her flowers on the church steps. I didn’t see any flower sellers this day but there were an array of street performers trying their luck on the evening crowd of theatregoers and shoppers. My phone was getting close to dying, so I decided it was time to come home.

Taking the Picadilly Line to South Kensignton and from there the Circle Line to Notting Hill Gate, I arrived at the apartment around five. For dinner I had chicken tikka and flatbread from Marks and Spencer, eaten again in front of the television which is mostly playing Jaime Oliver Christmas cooking shows. Sometimes we turn on the BBC for the news, but they are usually talking about the soccer.

[send-doods]

“Mayhaps there is a hope for thee my friend, In faith I am sure that heart of thine will be whole again, for tis as pure as gold already if befriending a knight wasn’t enough!”

“Perhaps your right…maybe it shall….” Only this time, it wasn’t the lovely Maid Marian he was thinking about.

[incorrectpomquotes]

Skipper: I lost - I lost? Wait a minute, I'm not supposed to lose, let me see the script.

[pastelbrachypelma]

All right, I just watched Hazbin Hotel.

So that means it’s AU time! Hazbin Hotel/Sly Cooper AU/Crossover, anyone? Here’s what I’m thinking so far.

Carmelita is a fox demon, similar to a kitsune, with electricity powers replacing the usual fire powers kitsune seem to have by association. In life, she was a policewoman who played too many dirty cards one too many times and ended up a demon in hell. She deeply regrets her life choices and wants to redeem herself by fighting other powerful demons and overlords to prove that she was always a “good cop.” (I’m basing this off of the idea that cops aren’t actually good Bcs of corrupt systems, so I’d imagine Carmelita feels bad for backing other cops when she could’ve spoken up, or taking hush money to stay quiet...stuff like that.) She’s about a level 5 or 6 demon, so the other overlords usually run her out of their territories. But she’s set her sights on a small gang of demons who have claimed a sizable territory for themselves.

Sly, also known as “The Ringtail Demon,” was a master thief in life. After completing many exciting heists, he was killed in a fight with one of his father’s men. There are rumors in hell that he is responsible for his gang taking over so much land and always able to hold onto it in the turf war. He’s generally considered to be annoying by other demons, particularly wealthier demons, as he and his gang are still happy to commit heists in the afterlife. Sly is actually quite a powerful demon, as his ancestry of thieves gave his soul something of an extra power boost as it entered hell, but it’s unknown exactly how powerful he is, and to what extent, because he hides his powers from pretty much everyone.

Bentley and Murray are lower level demons, who ostensibly work for Sly, though Sly considers them more friends than lackeys. Bentley forged documents in order to make it appear as if he had multiple degrees in life, until he was shot by a jealous ex, and Murray led a life similar to Angel Dust until he was killed for being queer. It’s unclear if even they know the true extent of Sly’s powers, though they probably have a better idea than most.

Carmelita, in doing research on Sly, discovers something that the Ringtail Demon would rather keep under wraps: that his family gained their wealth and reputation not only by stealing from other thieves, but by being Robin Hood, helping out poorer communities and stealing from large corporations. Obviously, she wants to convince him to “go straight” with her, and try to Rise to redemption. But Sly is just having way too much fun being a thief in Hell.

I’ve got some ideas for Sly’s powers. Definitely heightened agility, which he shows off often, and invisibility. I’m also playing with the idea of him having some sort of time manipulation powers, though I’m thinking those are more fitting for Vox, or a camera demon. (I was laughing to myself imagining Sly going, “hold on, back up,” and twirling his finger to make time rewind, have Carmelita repeat herself and then go, “hey! I just said that! 😡” Though I think I want his powers to focus more on thief stuff, like from the Thevius Raccoonus.)

I also want Sly to have some inner conflict, because his soul is sort of torn between heaven and hell, due to many of his actions being more chaotic good than outright evil. Maybe using his “true demon form” makes him feel some kinda way; perhaps ill, or maybe it gives him the unnatural hunger that you might expect from an overlord like Alastor (I.e. cannibalism)? But if he’s “too good,” then that also hurts him, because his soul can’t fully Rise due to him technically belonging in hell due to his past, and his ancestors’ pasts.

Not everyone in the Cooper family were Robin Hoods, after all. And now, Sly carries the burden of their sins...

[firstginger]

hello, i loved the hdm quiz and i'm curious: what was the full list of possible daemons??

hi, i’m so glad you liked it! :D so there are currently ~320 possible outcomes and i will type them up because i’ve gotten this question so many times! however i do add more periodically — about 50 have been added since the quiz was first posted

domestic doghusky, pug, golden retriever, cocker spaniel, german shepherd, bulldog, bloodhound, afghan, westie, poodle, chow chow, pomeranian, australian cattle dog, rottweiler, st. bernard

domestic catbengal, sphynx, persian, maine coon, tabby (DSH), siamese, lykoi, bobtail, russian blue, abyssinian, turkish angora, norwegian forest cat, cornish rex, oriental shorthair

viverroidhyena, aardwolf, meerkat, mongoose, fossa, fanaloka, binturong, african civet, genet

bovidbison, domestic cow, muskox, yak, water buffalo, cape buffalo, kudu, bongo, nyala, gaur

bearbrown bear, polar bear, black bear, sloth bear, sun bear, panda, spectacled bear, moon bear

xenarthrapichiciego, armadillo, sloth, silky anteater, anteater, tamandua

raptorvulture, osprey, hawk, falcon, secretary bird, eagle, caracara, goshawk, gyrfalcon

foxgray fox, arctic fox, fennec fox, red fox, bat-eared fox, simien fox, andean fox, corsac fox, rüppell’s fox

marsupialopossum, wombat, tasmanian devil, kangaroo, koala, bandicoot, quokka, pygmy possum, brushtail possum, sugar glider, tree kangaroo, wallaby, cuscus

owlbarn owl, snowy owl, screech owl, great horned owl, burrowing owl, eagle owl, great grey owl, little owl

primategorilla, chimpanzee, mandrill, gibbon, capuchin, tamarin, spider monkey, ring-tailed lemur, squirrel monkey, colobus, sifaka, howler monkey, orangutan, tarsier, loris

wild cattiger, lion, snow leopard, cheetah, ocelot, caracal, cougar, serval, jaguar, clouded leopard, lynx, jaguarundi

waterfowlheron, pelican, gull, goose, duck, swan, albatross, booby, shoebill, stork, puffin, sandpiper, flamingo

batflying fox, disk-winged bat, vampire bat, little brown bat, ghost bat, yellow-winged bat, sac-winged bat

musteloidraccoon, kinkajou, skunk, red panda, coati, ringtail, olingo, olinguito, cacomistle

perching birdsparrow, blue jay, raven, cuckoo, magpie, cardinal, dove, parrot, robin, blackbird, mockingbird, manakin, thrush

wild dogwolf, african wild dog, jackal, coyote, bush dog, dhole, maned wolf, dingo

deerwhite-tailed deer, moose, reindeer, mouse deer, fallow deer, elk, water deer, pudu

serpentblind snake, shieldtail, python, file snake, viper, cobra, boa, corn snake, garter snake, rattlesnake, milk snake, hognose, vine snake

mustelidstoat, badger, wolverine, polecat, marten, ferret, sea otter, river otter, tayra

antelopegazelle, duiker, impala, wildebeest, oryx, waterbuck, addax, reedbuck, dik-dik, eland

rabbitholland lop, cottontail, jackrabbit, snowshoe hair, pika, flemish giant rabbit

cavitavetoucan, woodpecker, hornbill, hoopoe, kingfisher, kookaburra

eulipotyphlahedgehog, shrew, mole, moonrat, desman

rodentrat, mouse, squirrel, hamster, beaver, capybara, guinea pig, porcupine, flying squirrel, kangaroo rat, gopher, chipmunk, gundi

insectant, beetle, mantis, ladybug, moth, butterfly, cockroach, bumblebee, firefly, wasp, grasshopper, dragonfly

arachnidharvestman, tarantula, black widow, orb-weaver, scorpion, horseshoe crab, trapdoor spider

reptilecrocodile, tortoise, chameleon, gecko, iguana, skink, komodo dragon, gila monster, tuatara, caiman, bearded dragon, snapping turtle, horny toad, tegu

caprineibex, domestic goat, bighorn sheep, domestic sheep, serow, mountain goat

swinedomestic pig, warthog, babiursa, wild boar, pygmy hog

equine (i’m such a horse girl there are so many horse options LMAO)arabian, friesian, thoroughbred, fjord, shetland pony, clydesdale, donkey, zebra, przewalski’s horse, akhal-teke, dartmoor pony, dutch warmblood

pinnipedharbor seal, leopard seal, elephant seal, sea lion, walrus

amphibianpoison dart frog, pond frog, glass frog, fire-bellied toad, common toad, bullfrog, salamander, axolotl

flightless bird (SO many people have commented that some of these birds aren’t flightless… i Know i just needed more birds for this category)kiwi, emu, ostrich, cassowary, kakapo, penguin, chicken, turkey, peacock

i’m considering adding camelidae and montreme to the main section but as of right now it’s just these 34 😊 for fun, the least common daemon is the pygmy hog — 5 people or 0.0002% of people got it!

[caffeinelemur]

Tagged by @pingo1387 love u babs

Name: according to my and Pingo’s inside joke, Dickweed

Nickname: Caff

Gender: apogender,, Caff

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 5′2″

Sexual Orientation: Asexual/Bambi Lesbian

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Favorite Animal: Bunnies and Ringtail Lemurs

Average Hours of Sleep: If I’m on my prescribed insomnia medication, probably about Five a night, but if I haven’t taken it, between Zero to Three.

Cat or Dog: All. All Animals. Every Animal. This Dog Person vs Cat Person bullshit makes me so angry I want BOTH FUCK YOU

Favorite Fictional Character: Book: Sherlock Holmes, Movie: Indiana Jones (ESPECIALLY in The Last Crusade), Live Action TV Show: The Doctor (Doctor Who), Cartoon: Velma Dinkley (Scooby Doo), Anime: Roronoa Zoro, Manga: Dorian Red Gloria, Earl of Gloria (Eroica Yori Ai o Komete), Comic: Dick Grayson (mostly when he was Robin tbh), Video Game: Severa (Fire Emblem Awakening), Broadway: Elphaba (Wicked)

Number of blankets: Until I get a heavier weighted blanket, a sheet two fuzzy blankets and a quilt, so like three and a sheet ( id have more but i get night sweats)

Dream Trip: Scotland, Japan, see out of state (or country) friends, ANIME CONVENTION, Beach for more than like 3 days. I don’t get out of the house much let alone the state....,, I don’t even OWN a passport like...

Dream Job: Artist/Singer/Writer, Linguist/Translator, Art Historian

When was this blog was created: May 2013 (holy fuck) 

Current number of followers: 314 (but only like 10 max interact WHERE ARE THE REST OF YOU COME BACK I DONT BITE)

What made you decide to make a Tumblr: i was a young baby Freshman in high school looking for zoro fanart and then found @wanderingswordsman had a blog here and decided to creepily stalk my fave fanfic author then suddenly I was on my phone in class every day reblogging memes ITS ALL YOUR FAULT WANDY (jk ily)

i tag @thisfairytalegonebad @orangelies @cclef763 @thricepiercedpirate @manlychan and @baratiepromise

[wulphire]

readysetohno

:( well at those that matter are still here

thewolfisdead

rough :T

ringtailed-robin

That's what happened to me too

What did I do wrong tho?

[birdycantdraw-blog]

Birthday gift art for ringtailed-robin~

[wulphire]

ringtailed-robin replied to your post:☻

Oh damn

it's great isn't it? 

I'd totally promo it

[wulphire]

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