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procyonloser · 15 days ago

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Pt 5

Lucifer stood nervously on the stage, after Adam clapped him on the shoulder, winking at him. He didn't look bothered to see Lucifer, but Lucifer was bothered to see him. Why was Adam here, at the zoo? Did he work here and at the aquarium? What, did he work at the wildlife park too? The arboretum? Six flags?

"Okay, Lute, if you want to put Hoot away, we can start the demonstration!" Adam said happily, and the girl on stage with him shot Lucifer the most toxic look he'd ever seen outside of a courtroom, before she walked over and had the owl step down onto a stand. When she came back, her expression hadn't changed much.

"What are we doing, Adam?" Lute asked, not the most amazing actress in the world, but Lucifer didn't think it'd be a good idea to tell her that right now.

"I'm going to have you and Lucifer stand about a foot apart from one another, and then we're going to see what Sweetness can do." Adam said easily, leaving Lucifer wondering who the fuck Sweetness was. The eagle? Who named it that?

The gist of it was Adam was going to have the very large eagle fly between Lucifer and the angry woman, narrowly avoiding hitting them. It went off without a hitch, Lucifer felt the power of the eagle going past him, the gust of wind from it's wings, and it was weirdly invigorating to be close to.

But all Lucifer could think about was Adam leaning in to his ear after and whispering to him to come back stage after the show was over. He'd turned red again as he made his way back into the bleachers, beside Charlie, who was talking animatedly and at length as to how cool he looked, and how scary it must have been.

Over the course of the show, Adam brought out snakes and spiders and one fairly large cat, and a parrot that Charlie seemed to love. The show was a hit with the kids that were there, and they all got a little adventure coloring book for their efforts, passed out by Lute, who handed Lucifer theirs with much more force than needed.

They lingered behind after, until Adam poked his head out and gestured for them to come back around. Charlie seemed confused, until they walked through the door, and could see all the holding enclosures for the animals, and her eyes got huge. The Lute girl was leaning against a table, glaring at him openly, but Lucifer tried to ignore her to the best of his abilities.

"I don't work here," Adam said, taking Lucifer's attention off of her. He blinked in surprise, not knowing what to say. "I mean, I used to work here, with some of their aquatics, but then I got the job at the aquarium. But, I'd been doing this show for years, and I have friends here like Lute, so I still volunteer to do it a few times a week."

"As long as you don't think I'm stalking you," Lucifer laughed nervously, not knowing what to say, especially not in front of Lute. "Charlie loved the show, though, didn't you CharBar?"

Charlie barely nodded, crouched and sitting eye to eye with a raccoon.

"How about you?" Adam asked, and Lucifer nodded repeatedly.

"It was great! I love birds, to tell you the truth. It was too bad the parakeet exhibit was closed, I love feeding them on sticks. So does Charlie." Lucifer told him, and Adam hummed to himself.

"I can get you in," Adam said, and Lute sent him a look.

"Adam..."

"It's fine, relax Lute." Adam said with a shrug, clearly not caring much for her opinion on the matter, which gave Lucifer an odd sense of victory over the woman.

"You're going to get in trouble," Lute warned. "They shouldn't even be back here..."

"He's a friend," Adam said with a hint finality in his voice, turning to leave and nodding for Lucifer to follow him.

"Is that what they're calling it now?" Lute asked under her breath, but Lucifer had heard it anyway. What had she meant by that; and did Adam actually see him as a friend? Lucifer didn't fully know, but at least he had a good view, watching Adam walk ahead of him.

Lucifer laughed as Charlie was suddenly swarmed by about ten parakeets, as soon as they'd gotten into the parakeet exhibit. Adam had given her a few seed sticks, and the birds reacted in kind. Lucifer took a few pictures of his daughter, deciding one was most definitely going to be his new phone wallpaper.

"Hey, you want to go on a date sometime?"

Lucifer was so distracted by Charlie and the birds, he'd almost missed the question, but it sank in quickly enough, and Lucifer was left blinking owlishly up at Adam.

"If not, it's whatever, I just thought-" Adam glanced away. "It doesn't matter."

"Oh my god, no, yes." Lucifer breathed out, and Adam looked confused. "I mean, yes. God, yes. I'd love to. Pretty please."

Adam laughed at the tacked on nicety, grinning down at him as a parakeet landed on Lucifer's shoulder. "You're such a fucking weirdo. I like that."

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #aquarium au

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johnwickb1tsch · 5 months ago

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graphic by @treedaddymcpuffpuff 😍😘😘😘

~ Enigmatic Stranger ~ Part 2

a young!John Wick x fem!Reader roundrobin fic… by @sweetwolfcupcake , @treedaddymcpuffpuff , & @johnwickb1tsch

part 1

johnwickb1tsch

He’s following you.

You know it’s the only explanation.

You don’t really think he means you any harm, but…isn’t that how all those creepy stories on DATELINE begin?

A neatly packed giftbag appears on your doorstep a few days later, containing your notebook and all your favorite pens. No note, but you know.

He knows where you live.

You can’t call the cops–even if you wanted to. You just know it won’t do any good.

And…you don’t really want to get him into trouble. You just want…

Well you don’t know what you want, dammit. A properly functioning brain around him, maybe. That would be helpful.

The next time you’re in your favorite corner cafe, the barista tells you that your usual order has already been paid for. Happy holidays to you!

Not nearly as thrilled about it as the nice girl was clearly expecting, you look around frantically. You know he’s here somewhere–in the corner? Across the room? That’s when you spot a flash of mocha dark eyes meeting yours from the other side of the window–outside. He gives you a smirk, and a little finger wave.

Coward.

You don’t know where you get the courage to march back out to the sidewalk with your fists clenched–maybe because deep down you know by the time you get out there, he’s already gone.

Sweetwolfcupcake:

It's a bit silly but you are the type to get excited when your breath clouds in front of you. You know how childish it is, and if someone would point that out, it might make you a little embarrassed. But for the most part, you barely care. The world is already miserable, last year, in retrospect was brighter and lighter than this year and life in general, is never going to be a fairy tale. So, why care?

You blow out your breath with a deliberate heaviness, smiling at the sight of the puffs of clouds escaping your nose and mouth as you make your way towards your apartment. It's freezing and you are reminded of your pending grocery shopping.

Oh right, you want to make the perfect cup of hot chocolate and eat healthy for once. It was...what? Your last year's resolution?

New Year resolutions are stupid anyway...

You think as you put the needed items in your cart. Where was the---Your car bumps into a surface before it is held firmly still. You look up immediately, ready to apologise when your eyes meet a similar dark pair. His hair is slightly tousled, and it's unfair because now, besides being devastatingly handsome, he is also cute. To any passerby, he would be an attractive and cute stranger.

He is technically a stranger to you as well. But your eyes are not tricked by this. A panther looks adorable too, as long as it's on the TV screen, in the zoo or far away. A panther right in front of you will make your life flash before your eyes.

He is the panther. Dressed in black, he reminds you of a black panther---dark, majestic, rare, almost mystical. But the eyes...They are everything you fear and crave. You see the quiet melancholy, the yearning, the kindness, and then the depth, the darkness, the...hunger. You have never seen so many contradictions at once.

(ref image)

"Be careful."

There it is, the slight curl of his lips and your cheeks are heated again.

"I'm sorry." You manage to whisper out and attempt to pull back your cart. But he holds it in place.

Why are you reminded of the wildlife adventure tale where the protagonist comes face to face with a wolf and begins to back away? Why does it make so much now?

"Please excuse me." You frown at his hand holding your shopping cart. It's not as assertive as you would have liked it but at least you show your displeasure.

"Oh, my bad." There is an amused gleam in his eyes as he lets go of your cart. "You should be careful walking around," he adds after a moment of pause and a little twinkle in his eyes which grow slightly softer.

In silence only nod and back away, waiting for him to pass by as you pull your cart aside. You sigh when he makes no move. He just observes you, standing without even a basket, you notice.

Just pass by, it's not like he's going to pounce or something.

You tell yourself before gathering enough courage and breezing past him. All the while, your heart thumps in the way you are familiar with. you have got a fat crush on him, but he also scares you.

He is this mysterious, brooding stranger who has been kind to you. But he carries an aura that makes your sixth sense stand still and stiff in alert, and have your body pumping adrenaline for a fight or flight response.

No, this man is not good for your health. Besides, you are sure he has been following you around and if this doesn't make you run in the other direction or activate your self-preservation, you don't know what really will.

Such men look good only in fiction.

You tell yourself as you grab the first item you see on the shelf, disregarding your brand preference and rushing towards check out.

Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

This is ridiculous. You are a grown woman. You shouldn’t be pining after some boy like in the school playground when your hormones were raging, out of control beasts. You have your own place, your own car, take care of yourself quite well, actually, thank you, and it kinda sorta maybe feels like you’re being intimidated by a man right now.

That will just not do at all.

However, you don’t want to make assumptions. Sure, every part of this dance with handsome, dangerous, sometimes blood speckled stranger seems like you’re being hunted—followed, but what if it’s just a coincidence? What if your paranoid and anxious, creative mind has gone too far—again?

These thoughts, the flimsy ones that protect your pride and sanity, are also the ones that make your tongue dry up and your voice shrivel the next time you see him at the library. He’s sitting at your usual spot, nestled into one of the big stapled chairs with the huge tome of Aesop’s Fables looking way too tiny balanced in his big hands.

Before you can turn on your heels and put your tail between your legs, he speaks, a speck of amusement tinkling in his dark, velvet voice that makes your tummy hurt. “Are you ever going to ask me why I’m following you?”

Oh. Oh. There it is. Your suspicions confirmed. Or maybe he’s just fucking with you. Either way, what a dick move, and that nervous boil in your belly turns sour with anger in seconds.

“You’re…following me?!” You try it as a roaring demand but it comes out like a timid squeak.

He shuts his book softly, and looks over at you, eyes roaming once over your body—stiff shoulders, little Pride and Prejudice book clutched white in your knuckles, legs twitching with the urge to run. “That’s what I said, yes.”

“Well—I’m—“ your voice crescendos into a tight, high whine, wheezing and struggling to escape from your bone dry throat. “I’m calling the police, then.”

A couple people are looking over at the two of you now—he notices and you don’t. And, he should get you out of here before this escalates any further, but Jesus Christ you’re so delectable and sweet and too innocent for even that book you’re holding, so instead he chuckles at your threat. Laughs at you.

Your hand twitches to slap him, and you think maybe this is how it feels when the tiny mouse bites the big hungry snake in a last ditch effort to escape death. “I’m not kidding, stay the hell away from me. I will—“

How in the world does he move so fast—quietly, too, pressing you back into an alcove of shelves before you can scream or think or fight. You feel the worn spines of adult fiction digging into your back as he settles his hand over your mouth. “I am following you,” he says again, “because someone else is trying to hurt you, and I need to know why.”

You barely hear or care what he’s saying, before all of your teeth sink into the hard flesh of his palm, and you bite. You bite like the mouse, and the serpent curses and loosens just enough so that you can wriggle out of his grasp and run for your life.

Johnwickb1tsch:

You’re not stupid.

Usually you would never be out alone this late at night, but you had a bad day at work, so you decided to treat yourself seeing a movie, and then your subway train broke down. You had to walk for blocks, and you are exhausted, and freezing, and your feet hurt.

It’s like this man can just materialize from the shadows. Like he’s some kind of fucking ghost.

You don’t try to run this time. You just freeze, looking up at him with your big woodland creature eyes. You notice he has a bandage on his hand, and you wonder if he’s going to pay you back for that.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You hate how small your voice sounds.

“If I was going to, wouldn’t I have done it by now?”

“Unless you like playing with me.” It leaves your lips before you even realize what you’re saying, and the sardonic curl of the corner of his mouth floods you with agonizing embarrassment.

“I do, but you still shouldn’t be out here alone this late.”

“Subway broke.”

“Then take a taxi.”

“I’m broke.”

He just growls in response to that, maybe understanding all too well. “Come on. I’ll walk you home.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I can walk beside you, or behind you. Pick one.”

Sweetwolfcupcake:

You try not to steal glances at him as he walks beside you. You are keeping an eye on him. At least this is what you tell yourself. The silence is nowhere near suffocating, but it is tense. Not the confrontational type of tense but with the kind that comes with the acknowledgement that the man you have a fat crush on, claims that some other people are following you, and now, he is walking you home, being all gentlemanly after almost creeping the daylights out of you with his antics.

Well, for someone very comfortable with her mundane life, this is a lot to take in for you. And yes, you would admit that seeing him so often and the way you can't seem to stop yourself from thinking of him every now and then, you realise that you love your solitude, but you also are lonely and crave as just as much as love, shelter and support that any normal human around you. No matter how many philosophical texts you have come across, and understood, you know that you are not above the person you pass by. Your needs are just as humane, you are still bound by the social expectations, your thoughts, your doubts, your dreams and your emotions. You are no saint.

But you also know that the least you can do is to avoid a man like him who exudes danger and yet holds an allure so strong that it makes you weak on your knees. You know that men like him are either a lesson or a lifetime's worth of wait. You should not allow your heart to flutter the way it does when he stands close behind you while you unlock your apartment door.

Is he going to follow you in?

Should you even allow that?

Thankfully, your rational mind kicks in at the right moment.

"Thanks for walking me home." You turn around, keeping the door closed. A clear indication that you do not want him following you in.

You really don't, right?

Stop reading foolish novels!

Mr Enigma, as you come up with the name, raises an eyebrow with that amused twinkle that makes your lips twitch, itching to smile for some reason.

It's not that the fear magically vanishes from you. No, it is there, but somewhere, you are growing comfortable with him. Not too comfortable, but enough to be able to stand your ground and try not to chicken out. Even though you find it hard to believe that there will be no repercussions for the bandaged hand.

"Isn't it rude to not invite your guests in?"

"You are not a guest."

His lips curl up again and even though it is faint, you can bet that he has a heart-melting smile.

His dark, deep eyes assess you for a moment before he relents and steps back, but it feels like a chess game trick. The type of move that makes the opponent feel at ease, while the person comes up with a check-mate.

"Okay, good night then."

You are relieved and partially scoff at your train of thought. Maybe you have been watching too many crime shows.

"Good night" You nod and turn around, opening your apartment door.

"Do not forget to lock the kitchen window."

"Yeah, thanks." You mumble as you enter your home before shutting the door.

The sigh of relief bubbling in your throat stops at the realisation that leaves you cold.

How the hell does he know about your kitchen window?

Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

You really do plan on locking it initially, in your defense. That little rusted latch with the white paint chipped off—you wrap your fingers around the unpleasant texture of it and start to slide the lock into place, but then stop. It’s a bad idea. Terrible, even, to leave your window unlocked, to go specifically against Mr. Enigma’s word.

You smile a little bit, probably out of sheer insanity, as you grab the ledge of the pane and tug that window fully open. Cool air is not the only thing that perks goosebumps on your skin as you look out into the street-lamp yellow night for a slinky black figure lurking just out of sight.

You’re only going to leave it open for a few minutes, you promise yourself, bundling up on the couch with a thick blanket and cup of warm, spicy tea. Otherwise your heat bill will be astronomically high on this month’s statement, and you definitely can’t afford that again.

You don’t have to wait long with that rapid expecting beat of your heart before a cold weight settles heavily into the couch beside you. You refuse to look up from Pride and Prejudice—the childish games we still play—as if you’re the 16 year old again with a mad crush on the guy that wears leather jackets and smokes behind the bleachers and trying desperately not to prove it.

“It’s okay,” he assures, “I have all night.”

“Just a couple more pages.” Trying banter with him feels so oddly natural that it scares you, much like everything else about this man. You try to swallow and have 0 saliva to do it with.

You have no idea what the last five pages even say, no matter how many times you try to read the lines over again, because it’s impossible to focus on anything but his increasingly warming body on the other side of your little sectional, still as stone.

When you finally shut it and look over at him, he’s smiling a little bit again, like he can’t help but be entertained by your shy demeanor. You purse your lips to avoid nervous giggles—or maybe terrified screaming—whatever works.

“I told you to lock your window,” he says.

You open your mouth to say something witty, but instead the insolent child comes out. “You’re not the boss of me.”

Johnwickb1tsch:

“Oh no?"

"No." Where you get the pluck to lift your chin at this man, you don't know.

"I’m just trying to keep you safe. You’re not helping, by the way.” He still seems amused, but there’s a hard undercurrent in his words.

“Why?”

“Why do you care? Why did you warn me, that day in the park?”

“Because I could tell you’re innocent.”

“You don’t know that. You don’t know anything about me.”

The corner of his mouth turns up at that.

“Okay. Have you ever killed anyone?”

Your heart stutters. “No…”

“Right. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. You even give the pigeons right of way on the sidewalk.”

You sigh resignedly. Maybe he’s got your number after all.

“And I know you love books. I know you like vanilla roast with so much milk and sugar in it that it barely passes for coffee.”

You stick your tongue out at him for that. Maybe it’s a mistake, because you see the glitter of laughter in his dark eyes…and they fixate on your mouth for a long, pregnant, second.

“I know that in a different life, I would have liked to meet a girl like you.”

You’re not sure why you feel sorry for him in that moment. He’s practically a stranger, and he broke into your apartment. You should be scared, not wanting to hold his hand. You shouldn’t be excited, that he is still looking at your mouth.

When he touches your chin lightly with one long finger, angling your face towards him, you freeze. Can he feel you shaking? You don’t even know if it’s anticipation, or fear. If he actually kisses you…you might implode.

This is it, and there isn’t anything you can do to stop it.

Whether it be resignation, or surrender, you close your eyes, and you feel him lean in, the warmth of his mouth hovering over yours.

“I’m a bad man, y/n,” he says quietly, so close you feel his breath on your lips, and you swear your heart stops. “So lock. Your damn. Window.”

Then he’s gone, as though he disappeared into thin air like a ghost–or The Boogeyman. Only the flutter of your curtains indicates that he was ever actually there.

Suddenly, your limbs feel numb, and you can’t tell if you’re relieved–or disappointed.

Sweetwolfcupcake:

For once, you take out the tea bags and prepare a cup for yourself. It has been four days since the eventful night and there is no sign of your Mr Enigma. You're not counting, you just have selective memory.

You pause, realising that you thought of him as 'yours'. Nothing could be further than the truth, which should not bother you.

It does not upset you to the standards of being truly upset, but there is this disappointment. He clearly said that he wished it were in another life that he met you. And you take it as a sign that he clearly does not want to be involved with you. If he can't or if he was being just kind at the moment, you don't know.

The universe has its funny ways---wait, you don't believe in these silly theories.

You do not want to think of why you closed your eyes that night. What were you expecting? A kiss?

You smile sardonically as you fill your cup with warm water before dropping the tea bag. Has life not taught you enough? People like you are not made for 'love stories', or even 'miracles'. No, people like you see through the shit the world has built around. All those couples smiling and lying to each other. All the aged-up 'perfect' pairs resenting one another till the day of their death when they wish they had never met each other.

You see that all around you. No matter how much effort one puts in, the other somehow manages to smash it all. You love too much, you end up hurt, you love with restraint, and regret kills you from within.

Love isn't for people like you. You do not believe that you have anything to give after what you already lost a few years ago. The night when you waited in the rain for that one man you loved to turn up.

Something turned numb in you eventually.

One man with haunting eyes can not hurt you. You decide and sip your tea, trying to shove his thoughts somewhere far away.

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You find yourself at your favoured corner table in the cafe again. The sun set a while ago and while you are tired after work, the Christmas special offer on the hot chocolate chimed its bell for you.

Okay, you love hot chocolate and even if there were no offer, you would have gone for it.

Taking out your notepad, you begin to scribble out the words that refuse to leave your mind until they bleed into paper. A short poem of six lines. But as soon as you read it again, you know it is all about him.

Wow.

You are one messed up woman.

You sigh and put your head down on the table. Along the internal monologue of self-slander, the aroma of hot chocolate wafts through and it has your attention already. You look up to find a steaming cup of hot chocolate in front of you before you hear the chair scrapping. Y

You blink. There he is again, sitting in front of you with your notepad in his hand.

Shit!

Treedaddymcpuffpuff:

”I locked my window,” you say.

“But not your door,” he muses, a dark eyebrow raising.

“Shit.”

“If you keep being careless, I might have to take you home with me to keep you safe.”

“You said you’re dangerous, so how would I be safe with you, exactly?” To your credit, the sarcasm is biting a little harder through your tone, now as you grow accustomed to his presence.

“Safe from everyone but me,” he revises.

“Then how is that safe?” You ask, even growing the balls to roll your eyes. You bring the steaming mug up to take a rich, chocolatey drink, and the liquid almost spills over with the nervous quake of your hands.

“Safe in the sense of being alive.”

“So…you don’t want to kill me?”

He snorts. “Far from it.”

You have to think about that for a minute. What in the ever loving hell is he talking about? He’s dangerous, so you have to lock your window. He’s safe, so you might have to go home with him. He doesn’t want to kill you, he was to do the opposite? He’s so very fucking handsome with that dark scruff just edging on unruly, curling over his sharp face. That heavy, angled nose and those fucking cheekbones.

“Something you want to ask?” He goads, leaning a bit more toward you, that pretty mouth curled into a serpent’s smile.

“What..” You swallow sand. “What’s your name?”

#john wick #john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick fic #john wick x y/n #yandere john wick #keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #enigmatic stranger john wick fic

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real-raincode-takes · 2 months ago

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jobs I think the cast would have if they weren’t detectives:

-yuma: author. he has some gripping monologues, and detective novels are one of his likes. with how prone to trouble he is, he’d have a lot of good situations to draw from to write stuff

-shinigami: housewife. but she’d sell illegally harvested corpses to med students on the side to make $$$

-yakou: he’d probably stay at the bar but that’s lame. maybe like a firefighter cause he loves helping people and he’d think it would help him win ladies (it does)

-fubuki: adventurer!!!!!! she was also so good as a waitress. she would love the rainforest café or some sort of themed restaurant

-halara: a vet. I think they could tolerate injured animals because they wanna help them. and that pays good enough for their tastes

-desuhiko: business major who becomes a salaryman. still plays music on the side, but it’s been hard to get gigs since the allegations….

-vivia: barista. librarian. something low effort. does in fact regularly fight in underground rings and one of his coworkers sees him but no one else believes them

-aphex: 🏀🏀🏀🏀

-zilch (real): some sort of wildlife preserve or zoo thing

-zilch (fake): CEO of animal testing and cruelty

-pucci: unemployed. she gets into discourse on tumblr and TikTok all day and lives like Portland polycule. okay fine she’d be a classical musician

-melami: model! I could see her posing for a tanning mag or some harajuku stuff

-zange: retired, part time grocery store clerk who always regales you with excessively long stories and complains about the high tech self checkout

#raincode takes #mdarc #rain queued #mod yuma 🥥#yuma kokohead #shinigami chan #yakou furio #fubuki clockford #halara nightmare #desuhiko thunderbolt #vivia twilight #aphex logan #zilch alexander #pucci lavmin #melami goldmine #zange eraser #is that all of em..#mdarc spoilers

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a-dinosaur-a-day · 10 months ago

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Do you have a list of dinosaur games you like/recommend?

I mean yeah, I have tons :'D

Modern Video Games:

PaleoPines is objectively fun

Jurassic World Evolution 2 is surprisingly good (and accuracy mods are a must)

Prehistoric Kingdom has a problematic past (but it's not like the other two don't), but it's shaping up to be a great game too (it's still in progress)

If we're including birds, which of course we should, Planet Zoo is... well, there are more birds now then there used to be. And mods add even more!!! I'm big on modding games what can I say.

WINGSPAN. WING. SPAN.

I like Saurian. I know why people don't, but I like it.

Goodbye Volcano High is still the best instance of Accurate-Ish Dino!Anthros I've seen

ROOTS OF PACHAAAAA (it has birds get off my back)

Alba: A Wildlife Adventure is super cute and FILLED with birds

Old Video Games:

if You haven't played DK 3D Dinosaur Hunter what are you doing

3D Dinosaur Adventure is amazing

Magic School Bus Explores in the Age of Dinosaurs is a classic

Zoo Tycoon 2 remains the best dinosaur park sim game somehow, and the mods are ridiculous

Jurassic Park Operation Genesis is a good time if you can get it to work

Mobile Games:

Tap! Dig! My Museum is SO CUTE

Wingspan is on here too

I've heard good things about *some* of the JW tie in apps but I don't use any of them

Board & Card Games:

Did I mention Wingspan???? Because Wingspan?????

Holotype is GREAT. I mean, it's basically a "my job" simulator so I can't play it all the time, but it's great

Fossilis is this great little obscure game that my spouse and I have fun with, it's kind of like holotype but different, it's fun

Puzzles and Toys:

EUGYS ARE AMAZING -> GET EUGYS NOW. NOW NOW NOW. EUGYYYYYSSSS

The Wingspan Puzzles are also fun

Safari has the best dinosaur toys

CreativeBeast has had... ethical issues. but the toys are cool.

CollectA Has great toys too

#dinosaurs #birds #recommendations #games #toys

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reddycharlie · 3 months ago

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Explore Almaty Zoo: Essential Visitor Info and Tips

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When planning your visit to Almaty Zoo, there are a few essential tips to ensure you have a memorable experience. First, consider arriving early in the day to avoid the crowds and enjoy the animals at their most active. The zoo is open year-round, but the best time to visit is during the warmer months, from April to October, when the outdoor exhibits are fully accessible and the weather is pleasant. Don't forget to wear comfortable shoes, as you'll be doing plenty of walking to explore the expansive grounds and various exhibits.

The zoo also offers several educational programs and interactive experiences that are perfect for visitors of all ages. Be sure to check out the scheduled feeding times and animal shows, which provide fascinating insights into the behaviors and habits of the zoo's residents. Additionally, the zoo's Conservation Corner is a great place to learn about the efforts being made to protect endangered species and preserve natural habitats, both locally and globally.

For those looking to grab a bite or take a break, Almaty Zoo has a range of dining options, from quick snacks to more substantial meals. There are also picnic areas where visitors can relax and enjoy a packed lunch amidst the zoo's lush greenery. As a family-friendly attraction, the zoo provides stroller rentals and has several playgrounds to keep the little ones entertained.

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Good News - July 1-7

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1. Footage reveals 'miracle eagle chick' in flight

“In an unprecedented display of extended eagle parenting, the two white-tailed parents skipped this year's breeding season to continue to tend to their year-old offspring. The youngster's wing was broken when the nest fell to the ground during unseasonably wild weather last year. […] The fully-grown chick was being fed fish by its parents, caring behaviour that the eagle expert described as “unprecedented” for the birds. […] “If an immature bird was to reappear near its nesting parents or any other pair the following year [after dispersing], it would likely be aggressively chased away. That’s why this is so exceptional.””

2. Rare wild horses back on Kazakhstan’s Golden Steppe after being saved from extinction

“For the first time in at least 200 years, wild Przewalski's horses have returned to Kazakhstan’s Golden Steppe. [...] Przewalski's horses are considered the last truly wild horse left on the planet as other species like the American Mustang are descended from domesticated animals. The species were once common across the vast steppes of Central Asia. [...] The zoo will also be sending some Przewalski’s to Mongolia in 2026 where a reintroduction programme has seen their population boom to well over 850 animals.”

3. For one Austin summer camp, public transit is part of the adventure

“[... “O]ver 90% of the kids will tell you that their favorite part of ATX Kids Club is riding the bus.” That’s the program’s goal: getting kids to have fun on public transit so they’ll grow up using it. The nonprofit’s summer camp, which takes kids ages 4 to 12 on field trip “adventures” around the city, uses Capital Metro buses as its main form of transportation. [...] Before camp, [the field trip leader] said, he believed in stereotypes about transit being dirty and “scary” — but his experience with Austin’s bus system has been the opposite so far.”

4. Brazil Prevents Meta from Using People to Power Its AI

“[…P]ersonal photos of Brazilian children are used to build powerful AI tools without their knowledge or consent. In turn, others use these tools to create malicious deepfakes, putting even more children at risk of harm. […] The Brazilian government’s decision is a powerful, proactive move to protect people’s data privacy in the face of swiftly evolving uses and misuses of AI. Yesterday’s action especially helps to protect children from worrying that their personal data, shared with friends and family on Meta’s platforms, might be used to harm them in ways that are impossible to anticipate or guard against.”

5. Ambitious Living Shoreline Project Combats Coastal Land Loss in South Carolina

“Living shorelines stabilize coastlines by reducing the impacts of waves and rising sea levels. They are made of materials that promote the growth of marsh grasses and commercially important species like oysters and crabs. […C]oastal sites could offset almost 80 percent of tidal habitat loss with careful conservation and management. […] Young people in this AmeriCorps program receive training, a living stipend, an education award, and connections to potential employers.”

6. Pahranagat National Wildlife Refuge announces proposal to modernize water infrastructure

“Under the refuge’s proposal, the Service would improve 4,400 feet of an earthen water delivery ditch, rehabilitate 1,200 feet of Upper Lake Dam, develop 100 feet of new diversion channel into critical nesting habit for federally endangered southwestern willow flycatcher, modernize current water monitoring stations and improve 640 feet of the Pahranagat Ditch Drain. […] The improvements will result in significant habitat improvements for multiple bird species, [… and] also enhance flood control holding capabilities of the Upper Lake for the Pahranagat Valley.”

7. New chemical process separates textile fibers for easier recycling

“A combined team of chemical and biomolecular engineers [... have] developed a way to chemically separate fibers in textiles, allowing them to be recycled more quickly and cheaply than conventional methods. [... T]hey found they could break apart the textiles in as little as 15 minutes. They also noted that the process [breaks down polyester and spandex into] organic compound[s] that could conceivably be used to create more polyester. [... T]he material integrity of both the nylon and the cotton were retained, suggesting they could be used to make new batches of clothes.”

8. Pongamia trees grow where citrus once flourished, offering renewable energy and plant-based protein

“[Some Floridian] farmers are turning to the pongamia tree, a climate-resilient tree with the potential to produce plant-based proteins and a sustainable biofuel. […] Pongamia trees also don't need fertilizer or pesticides. They flourish in drought or rainy conditions. And they don't require teams of workers to pick the beans. […] The legume is now being used to produce several products, including Panova table oil, Kona protein bars and protein flour. The legumes also produce oil that can be used as a biofuel, largely for aviation, which leaves a very low carbon footprint[….]”

9. Trans candidate celebrates receiving more votes than anti-trans campaigner Posie Parker

“An independent trans candidate says that she hopes receiving more total votes than anti-trans campaigner Posie Parker at the general election will show trans children that they are loved. […] Bristol Central was won by Green Party’s out bisexual co-leader Carla Denyer, while Parker received just 196 votes, equal to 0.5 per cent[….] Elsewhere, trans candidate Sophie Molly secured 225 votes standing as an independent at the other end of the country, in Aberdeen South[….]”

10. Ohio zoo celebrates birth of critically endangered western lowland gorilla

“The Columbus Zoo said the gorilla was born June 29 and first-time mother Sue is "very attentive and providing excellent care to her little one, who she nuzzles and cradles closely." […] “With tiny hands and beautiful big brown eyes that melt our hearts, this baby is absolutely precious—in regard to both the cuteness factor and what the baby represents for this species’ future. We are proud of the dedication of our care teams who diligently work to provide the gorillas with top quality care and wellbeing while continuing the legacy of the Columbus Zoo’s renowned gorilla program,” said Audra Meinelt, curator of the Columbus Zoo’s Congo Expedition region.”

June 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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