#the FIRST pet of the month

[everywebkin]

frog, released 2006

[arthursfuckinghat]

The fishing trip with Hosea and Dutch has a special place in my heart, but it makes me realise how much loss Arthur had gone through in regards to his animal companions.

"Remember those big salmon I caught in Montana last year? We had a banquet planned that night until Copper went and scoffed the lot!"

"You never had control of that dog, Arthur."

"He had some spirit though. Never lost the puppy in him, right to the end."

Not only did Arthur lose his childhood dog in the last year, his beloved horse sometime not long after, but then also Cain, the camp dog - and he was furious with Micah for whatever he'd done to that poor dog.

[hydroj1ns]

puppy hybrid hinata thoughts … and husky-hybrid kageyama cameo!

cw: hybrids, owner/pet, humping, jealousy

you couldn’t leave the shelter without adopting him, the cutest little puppy you ever laid your eyes on.

you couldn’t resist those huge, shining eyes that practically begged you to just please bring me home. and those little whimpers that left his mouth when you entered ran your fingers through his messy, but soft, orange hair. you were the first to come into the shelter in a long time, and it had been even longer since hinata felt a someone’s warm touch on his skin.

when you finally took him home, he immediately started sniffing around your house, from the living room to the guest room (which was now his), until he finally made his way to your room.

you tried telling him that this one wasn’t his, that he had already passed the living space you had prepared for him, but he barged in anyway. his usually floppy ears perked up right when he entered, standing straight on his head like traffic cones.

you just stood there, unsure of what to do other than observe your new puppy’s strange behavior. little did you know, hinata was completely overwhelmed by the way your scent infiltrated his receptors. and he loved it.

he suddenly took long, quick strides to jump onto your bed, nuzzling the sheets and cuddling your pillows and oh god, it all smelled like you.

you smiled at the sight, now sure that yes, this was the right decision. you joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed, but as soon as your bottom made a dip on the mattress, he tackled you, forcing you to lay down with him.

the orange-colored hybrid rested his head against your chest and clung to you, wrapping his lanky limbs around your frame, pulling you ever so close. as he listened to the steady thump thump of your heart, his own started beating faster when you started absentmindedly playing with the hairs near his nape.

your puppy certainly did wear his heart on his sleeve (if that wasn’t already obvious by the way his tail was aggressively beating against your leg).

it had been a long day at work. your boss had tasked you with training the new hire, a husky hybrid by the name of kageyama.

honestly, he was kind of cute. because you were his assigned mentor, he was practically attached to your hip the whole day.

when you were teaching him the interface of the program he was expected to use, he was very attentive, practically breathing on your face as he observed every graph and date table you showed him.

you also appreciated the way he maintained eye contact with you, but honestly, it was a little bit intense; you couldn’t help but look away now and again because of that hungry, almost predatory gaze he held. he’s certainly very passionate about learning!

kageyama ate lunch with you too! he’s such a sweet coworker to keep you company while you eat! though, you swore you could feel someone staring at you when your attention was focused on your phone— you made it a habit to text hinata during your lunch breaks; you hate the thought of your adorable pup getting lonely.

and finally you could go home! not before receiving a bow from your grateful husky subordinate, however. he’s so polite.

when you returned home, you were immediately met with a strong hug from shoyo, causing the two of you to fall backwards in the entryway. giggling, you ruffle his soft hair.

you expected him to reply with his usual cheer, “welcome home!” but was surprised when he didn’t. instead, you were greeted by suspicious sniffs, hinata’s cold nose dragging through your hair and gliding over your neck and wrists.

“sho? what’s wrong?” you ask, worriedly. had something happened at home? did you forget to prepare him a meal in the fridge? did he-

“you… you smell like another hybrid.” he whispered, his agitation revealed by the way he refused to meet your eyes and rested his hands on the tail curled around his folded legs.

quickly, you make sure to comfort him, embracing him in your arms, “oh sho, please don’t be mad, it’s probably just the new husky my boss asked me to train! you know you’re the only puppy i want in my life….”

internally, you were amused by your pup’s possessiveness. he had never shown you this side of him before, and truth be told, it was very cute.

these thoughts were quickly expelled when hinata abruptly took you by the wrist and dragged you to your bedroom. you yelped; hinata had never been forceful with you, what was going on?

you were shoved roughly onto the matress, wrists pinned down by shoyo's cold hands. when did he get so strong?

"shoyo, honey, i swear you have nothing to worry about. it was just work between us, nothing more." you say in hopes of comforting your anxious pup.

but your words travel through one ear and out the other as the orange-haired hybrid noses at your neck, growling lowly. shoyo never growled. it was uncharacteristic of him. he was always well-behaved and cheerful, attributes that you loved.

fine. if he was going to be like this, "sho, i don't know what's gotten into you, but let me go. now." it wasn't often that you scolded shoyo.

for some reason, when he registered your stern voice, he felt something blooming in his chest. a hot, hot feeling, something he couldn't quite decipher. it confused him, and the throbbing feeling that was beginning to arise in his shorts wasn't helping. maintaining his grip on your wrists, he pressed his whole body onto yours, rendering you almost completely unable to move.

your pup started whimpering, unaware of what was happening to his body; all he knew was that he needed you against him.

shoyo began rutting his erection on your thigh, the friction relieving some of his desperate need for release. you could feel the immense warmth radiating from him as pants and whimpers fell from his mouth, pressed right against the shell of your ear.

then, realization hit you. the possessiveness, the jealousy...you weren't sure when to expect this kind of behavior from your pup because it hadn't been long since you brought him home, but you knew that estrous periods were when hybrids felt the most vulnerable.

you relaxed your tense muscles and managed to wriggle your arm from under his weight to tangle a hand in his bright hair. combing through his silky locks and scratching his soft ears, you whispered, "shh, its okay sho, just keep going...."

it was like your encouragement tightened the already tight grip you hand around his heart, his being, his reason for living. he loved you. he couldn't imagine being with anyone else. you were all he thought of when you went to work. you're the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep.

your thigh against his heat felt so good. he couldn't help but imagine doing this every estrous cycle, going further with you, feeling your warmth embracing him... the grinding against you became faster, harder, more desperate, and shoyo could feel himself getting to his climax. you could practically feel how his cock throbbed, even between layers of clothing. as you gently tugged on his hair and whispered more sweet praises into his ears, sensitive from your light touches, he came into his pants. the warmth seeped through his boxers into his shorts.

he lifted his head from next to yours and you were met with his signature puppy eyes, blown wide from his orgasm and threatening to spill tears down his cheeks from how overwhelmed he felt. the hybrid pouted as you gave him a tired smile and leaned down to nuzzle his cheek against yours--- a silent apology.

you sighed and petted his hair--- your own silent forgiveness.

you got up first, "lets talk about this in the bath sho. your shorts are ruined."

and shoyo happily followed you like always, forgetting all the jealousy he welcomed you with.

[prettyboy-remi]

Hiding from the cold

[viir-tanadhal]

Pet Shop Boys' Nonetheless (2024) era Radio interview looks here

[vaguely-concerned]

varric giving rook his shaving mirror to keep kind of hits different when your rook is a trans man I have to say

[fbwzoo]

She say cheeeeeese

[innytoes]

Happy Self Insert January, let Reggie pet all the dogs (and in this case, my dog Deeks, who thinks everyone should pet him anyway).

[stellarish]

Screentone practice 👍

[wandixx]

Dani gives people heart attacks and brings down a lot of trafficking rings, making friends along the way. Everything by accident, really

Dani traveled around world, hadn't she? While doing it, she had to meet a lot of interesting people.

Like heroes or villains.

In civies or not or both who knows.

But to actually learn things about someplace you have to spend more than one night there. Like, idk? Month? Probably more but I doubt she would be able to sit in one place for any longer. In many places she is shorter.

Month is long enough to create some connections though.

Enough to get someone to realize when you disappear...

Yeah, Dani on her way of gremlin and self discovery ghosted bunch of people without second thought. They'll probably forget her in few months anyway. And she was everywhere in USA. She didn't left American soil only because she didn't want to be too far from Danny in case of emergency. Before anyone tells me he was in space so he could fly to her wherever on Earth she would be, Earth's atmosphere ends about 100 km above sea level and officially this is border of space. Telecommunication satellites are between 8000 to 12000 km up. It's about how wide Atlantic Ocean is.

Plus y'know, time. If she needs help, she probably can't quite wait until he flies all the way to Hong Kong, Wladywostok, Rio de Janeiro or wherever she is.

So America it is. For now at least. When they're 100% sure she is stable she'll fly elsewhere.

Anyway people who she ghosted are used to batshit crazy stuff but "this tween is alone on her road to self discovery and just left for new city" isn't first thing anyone thought about. Maybe outside of Martians. They know. Everyone else? No idea what happened to this tiny, chaotic, snarky, probably meta child.

First thought though?

She got kidnapped.

So now 3/4 of Justice League, some individual heroes and bunch of less intense rogues are scrambling around their cities tracking every trafficking ring they found glimpses of, trying to find Dani.

Flashes work with Captain Cold on this and seem to slowly descend into madness. At the same time, Dani eats ice cream with nice museum lady from Washington who introduced herself as Diana. Then she helps at animal shelter with kind stuck up boy called Damian. Oh, Danny likes aliens, let's visit Martian Manhunter. Maybe she'll manage to get autograph for her template. Wait Space Cops? Kinda sucks but Danny would probably like their signatures too. Let's go. Oh, Superboys are fun mess with and older one is like her! This Nightwing guy puns like Danny but she always feels like he looks at her weirdly. Billy should eat more, magic or not, fighting is tiring. Good thing she has Sam's money to buy him burgers.

She has time of her life while people she met are slowly dying.

She probably doesn't even hide that she is traveling but for whatever reason they don't think she actually left.

They don't bring it up on any meeting because no matter how concerned they are, it's not really whole league type of business. And Martians just discreetly enjoy chaos.

There is a lot of ways it can get resolved (or not) but I kinda thought about Jon introducing his old buddy Damian to his new buddy Dani because he thinks they would get along and they just stare at each other for long moment before:

"Dani..."

"Dami!"

"WHY DID YOU LEFT WITHOUT A WORD! WE THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDNAPPED OR DEAD!"

Some screaming and revelation that Killer Croc was looking for her too, Dani hits moment of realisation.

"Wait, is this what people think when you just up and go?"

"Honestly? Yeah"

"Oh, Ancients I did this to so many people. So many..."

Idk, just Dani traveling and leaving people behind.

Do with it what you will

[samanthasgone]

Here’s my pet rabbit so rabbits rabbits rabbits 🐇 🐰

[joycrispy]

Sometimes ADHD likes to throw you a curveball, and in my latest "I do not control the hyperfixation" development: I was suddenly possessed, at FOUR IN THE MORNING, to buy myself a tamagotchi out of literally nowhere, and now all I want to do is play with it and look at tamagotchi content.

...I also bought a second tamagotchi. Oops.

[thebreakfastgenie]

Please tell us more hamster lore

My hamster Mo, the one who learned how to open his cage, also reliably came when called. So I woke up very early in the morning on Thanksgiving when I was like nine or ten and thought I saw movement so I said "Mo?" and he came running and beamed up at me from the floor next to my bed like "look at me! I'm out!" because he was a little shit.

Mo also knew how to open a hamster ball from the inside. I had another one later who chewed the tabs off the lid so it no longer closed, but Mo didn't do that, he just figured out how to unlatch the lid from the inside and he was a bigger hamster so he could get the job done physically. I kept leaving him in a room in his ball while I was cleaning his cage and coming back to find him running loose unsupervised (which was not safe, even in my room, and he was often in the ball in even less hamster-proofed rooms) and my mom kept chastising me for not latching the ball securely and telling me I had to pay closer attention while I insisted I was. We started having my dad sit in the room while Mo was running in the ball to supervise him so he was getting chastised too for not watching closely. And then finally one night we caught Mo in the act of opening the ball and I had proof he had been framing us. My mom did apologize to me lol and to be fair, it's much more believable that a 10-year-old didn't latch a ball correctly than that a hamster was just routinely opening it.

Mo was a genius but he would periodically go insane and stuff his plastic tubes with tightly packed bedding. He had two habitrail cages connected by a fairly long tube system because the space I had for the cage limited the layout a little bit. The two cages were parallel and thankfully connected by a tube on each side, so he had two routes, but he did periodically stuff both of them at the same time and we'd have to empty them out at 6am before leaving for school. And then one time he somehow managed to Cask of Amontillado himself in the middle of a tube with tightly packed bedding both in front of him and behind him. My mom recently saw an X-ray video online of a hamster turning around in a narrow space and sent it to me like "that's how he did it!!!" Fortunately I noticed what he'd done pretty quickly so we were able to free him before he like got dehydrated.

At the same time as Mo I had Snowball who was pure white and looked exactly like a small Snowball when she was curled up. Mo and Snowball had to be separate because they were a male and female and also because Syrian hamsters are solitary and will be aggressive toward each other. The only reason I had two at the same time is that I had seen both of them at two pet stores and had trouble deciding and when I was looking at Snowball at the worse pet store the employee tried to get her out to show her to me (competent employees always use a box for the smaller animals, she just grabbed her with her hands) and dropped her. Snowball was a teeny tiny baby hamster who fell four feet onto a concrete floor and she was stunned for a bit but alive and started to regain function after a few minutes. The manager (who felt bad about the whole thing and was generally doing her best) didn't want to let me take her but I was insistent and, well, see how well you hold up against a tiny 9-year-old with round glasses and long pigtails lecturing you about how if the hamster is going to die she deserves to die in peace and quiet while the mom just kind of looks at you like 🤷‍♀️

I knew there was a chance Snowball wouldn't make it but I believed in her. My parents were convinced she was going to die so they took me back to the better pet store to take Mo too, since I'd been attached to him too and they figured having another hamster already would be better when Snowball inevitably died. But Snowball was a survivor so I had two hamsters which is twice the work because they needed totally separate habitats but #WorthIt. Snowball grew from teeny tiny to a good sized female Syrian hamster and was the most athletic hamster I ever had. They all climbed the bars on the cages but she literally did pull-ups. I swear she did it on purpose. She was buff. The only lingering physical symptom was that her urine was always weird, but it didn't seem to cause her any pain and she lived to be two years old which is good for a Syrian, the normal lifespan is 18-24 months and 18-20 is really more common. I think she probably had traumatic damage to one kidney from the fall but had enough function to get by. Her traumatic beginning did understandably make her hate most humans. I was very gentle and patient with her and in time socialized her to be a totally friendly pet with me but she never liked anyone else. She tolerated my mom enough that my mom could take care of her if I wasn't there and could pet her when I had her out but she was a one-person rodent because I was the only one who believed in her and saved her life.

A couple weeks after Mo escaped Snowball also popped the cage open. She was smart but I don't think she understood how opening the cage worked quite as well as Mo did but she did it and she got out of her cage, off the dresser it was on, across the room, and somehow climbed up into a child-sized wooden chair and used the (fairly precarious) stack of books and stuff to get onto the table Mo's cage was on and then climbed up the outside of his cage and went to sleep on top of it. I woke up it the wee hours of the morning, saw a blurry (my glasses were not on) white shape on top of my hamster's cage and was so confused. I went over and realized it was Snowball and she was so still I thought she was dead but I touched her and she woke up and I was like hello???? At this point I had been through enough incidents like this that despite being like ten years old and extremely groggy I had the presence of mind to put her in the hamster ball until we could figure out how she got out of the cage in the first place so I did that and went to wake up my parents who didn't believe me and kept asking if I was dreaming. After a few minutes they realized it was real and my mom to this day is like "can you blame us? that was insane" and I'm like can you blame ME for being offended that you thought I was dreaming when I just lived through all that?? Also later I found out Snowball had stolen an entire box of treats while she was out and stashed them in the back of my closet.

We came up with the miniature bungee cords after that lol.

It wouldn't have been good for Snowball's health to breed them and also hamsters have litters of up to ten and finding good homes for them is really hard so it wouldn't have been responsible but I always wanted to breed Mo and Snowball because their offspring would have been super hamsters.

This is already super long but next time I'll tell you about my first hamster Sunny who's the reason I knew how to act in the event of a hamster escape.

[demadogs]

i am once again sobbing at the mortality of my senior cat while she sleeps peacefully on my bed

[naamahdarling]

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[ragingbullmode]

🥺 my little girl is officially 12 now…