#zoomy buggers

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Gotta love having a dog. Where else am I going to find someone who’ll sit on my knitting and try to (playfully) bite my hand when I attempt to rescue it

[what-the-floofin]

So how do baby taurs work for the equitaurs and cervitaurs in your stuff?

Oh that's a good one actually - lots to talk about! Too much for one post, but gotta start somewhere. Enjoy some messy micro scribbles peppered throughout. They were originally very very tiny so, pardon blurriness.

I've got my Taurs running overall pretty similar to equine cycles and gestations - meaning they are what you call 'long-day triggered' by the spring and summer seasons.

(Though they do cycle throughout the year, just at slower rates and less consistently over cooler seasons)

This goes for the cervitaurs too - rather than using the shorter gestation of their deer alikes - as they and their foals are a bit bigger and more complex to deal with. Which also goes to suggest that twins/multiples are not a frequent occurrence for cervitaurs in comparison to actual deer, and inherently poses as much danger as it does for equines instead. Possible, but high risk and incredibly demanding.

So, you're looking at an 11 month gestation on average, and typically starting in a mid-spring to late-summer window. Which places most taurs at being born early-spring to mid-summer. It's most uncommon to be winter born, but not weird tbh.

Foals are super awkward, there's no getting around that, and in the first year they have a ridiculous growth rate when compared to other sentient creatures of similar lifespans.

These things are weeds - the difference from one day old to three months old is phenomenal alone. They are, however, cooked a little further along than what you'd be comparing to for a newborn human. They're able to support themselves enough to avoid outright injury (think like a 3-4 month old baby), but gaining actual control of all those limbs takes a bit more time. The equine half however would be a touch undercooked for a horse. Just physically, in size. No worries about comparative internal developments, that's all good and ready to go.

So they're typically gonna spend shy of their first month feeding and sleeping, practicing rolling up, sitting and limb coordination to build strength for self-standing. If mama has places to be, that baby is getting carried.

I also absolutely subscribe to the idea of arms being naturally held close to torso prior to having balance and coordination. It would support them a lot! Then it becomes a self-soothing gesture seen in the anxious, and an instinctive positional response when badly startled. Tuck in!

By three months you can expect them to be racing on their little stilt legs - albeit still with the occasional wobble and spill. And wowee did that happen fast when you think about it.

While the zoomies are a lot, they're balanced out by the fact that so much oncoming growth means foals crash nap very frequently. These buggers sleep a lot. It's go hard and sleep hard on endless rotation. Play, snack, nap, rinse and repeat.

This accelerated growth races away throughout their first year, and then drops right back into something a bit more reasonable - at least when you're considering it from the human perspective!

Yet in comparison to how they first started out, it's practically snail paced.

I'm meaning, you look at the size of a 3 month old horse foal, and that's the closest comparison to a 2 year old taur foal in body. Every 'horse foal month' thereafter starts guiding the next 'taur foal year' visual until you hit that yearling horse look for a taur when they're 10-11 years old. Then by that point, they've reached most of their full leg length, and the next 10 years is focused on finishing the bulking out of their frame.

(click to enlarge I hope) - Featuring my lass Thalo here haha

By rule of thumb I just have both equid and humanoid aspects grow in relative balance to each other, lanky stages and all. From the human perspective, the humanoid half grows crazy fast at first and then becomes comparatively similar. From the horse perspective, the equine half is crazy slow and always is. It would also give credit to having a higher physical durability than their animal counterparts. More time was spent growing!

It's worth noting that a lot of perceived 'weirdness' only comes from trying to compare them purely 1 to 1 with either horse, deer or human kids. Taurs are their own thing though! And nature's most consistent attitude is to Find What Works and Do it. No matter how wack, if it works it's used.

So, a rapid starting growth tapered into a much slower rate once they're stabilised and running was just the path that worked best for this Taur survival. Keep it simple!

There's always more to cover, but this is chunky enough for now. Whew!

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Michael's thoughts POV N.2

Note: Michael is awakened by his S/o's cat doing Zoomies around 3am. There's some talking part in this post, mostly him at the cat. C/N means Cat name.

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Mmmmm, I'm like a nice cinnamon roll. I don't want anything getting me out of this bed

*Y/N's cat starts acting up*

Fuck

That cat is starting up again. And always the same time

Just why???

*The cat runs into the shared bedroom and on the bed, hitting Michael in the process*

"YOU LITTLE!" He says

*He gets out of bed and chases the zooming cat*

Little Fucked always wakes me up during this time of the night, well I say no more

"Meeeoooowwww" C/N says as they run through the living room and to the kitchen as a Pissed Michael watches.

Oh, I know what will tucker you out

*He grabs a cat toy*

"You wanna play, C/N, I'll play with ya. To get you tired again." He said as he started to shake the stick to get the cats attention.

The cat tried to get the toy, but Michael knows how to play when comes to the cat.

"Hehehehe, come on, get it. Nope." Said Michael

*Flicks the stick for the string to move quickly up with C/N jumping, trying to grab the feathers at the end*

Littler bugger should get tired after this cause I want to go back to the bed

*C/N starts to slow down*

Hehehe, got you all tuckered out finally, no more hitting me during the late hours in the night tonight.

*Michael walks back to the shared bedroom and snuggles up with you*

"Michael?" You said

"Mmm?" He replied

"Did C/N wake you again?" You asked

"Yeah, but this time, I tuckered them out with the cat toy." He replied

"Oh, I see. Interesting idea." You said

Michael gives a kiss on your temple. "Goodnight." He said with a smirk

Mmmmmm, I love the warmth from Y/N. I'll definitely do that again when C/N decides to run around during the night.

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

Rollies

Sole, walking in on John flopping around the floor like a madman: Oh, uh. Are you alright?

John: *grunting and panting like a dog rolling in mud*

Sole, with growing concern: Oh, God are you having a seizure?! Oh, Fuck John's having a seizure! Help!

Fahrenheit, popping out of thin air: He's getting energy out, like a zoomie. He just doesn't like running around the house and distracting people so he rolls around in a large room for a good ten minutes instead. He can't hear you, by the way. When he's doin' this he can't really hear or see anything or anyone, so I gotta check up on him when he does it.

Sole, Confused: But I've never seen him do this. I feel as if he did it a lot I would see it a lot, y'know?

Fahrenheit, Slightly embarrassed: He doesn't. He does his "Rollies" when he's PHSing and has way too much energy.

-Sole gives a confused look-

Fahrenheit: Pre Heat Stress. Almost Identical to Pre Menstrual Stress except ghouls fast for three weeks and somehow the cramps are even worse. I've seen John scream and sob in pain because of those buggers and you know how hard it is to make him cry like that. He's been bitch-slapped by a Yao Gui and gotten his face slashed open, permanently making a scar deep enough to see bone and all he did was yelp while it happened and wince when we cleaned it. Poor thing.

Sole, slowly processing all that information and slowly turning their head to look at John's panting figure on his side, grinning: So he's whining... Like a bitch in pre-heat?

Fahrenheit: Now listen here you little shit-

[thetrgger]

Zigzagoons are adorable and you will listen to me dammit!

Firstly, just... Google it. Whether you know what a Zigzagoon is and looks like or not, I want you to open a high quality image of that little goober and tell me, straight in my face, while you still have a soul in a functioning body, that they aren't a little silly. Just a lil' guy. Cutie patootie. Okay, got that? Now, lemme continue. This little goofy boi is very very curious, very ADHD, yes yes. Pokedex entry-wise, everything it can see with its little shiny eyeballs is something very wow awesome and has to check it out. They have bristly fur all over and they like marking their territory by rubbing against it, like trees. They also like finding things, even lost things! If someone misplaces your items in a place you don't store them, little buddy pal slice is gonna find it very wow cool and show it to you, because, not there before! New! Cool new thing! And they also always ALWAYS move in zig-zag patterns, never straight, so the queers can relate with them too! Also high speed base stats, so a zoomy little buddy! NYOOM->->->->->->-> Oh oh oh! Moveset! Important! I'm just gonna list some off, and then, we're gonna do a little roleplay what those moves would look like in reality, in the order I list them in. The list: Tackle, growl, tail whip, covet, headbutt, baby-doll eyes, belly drum, lick and rest. Now, I'm gonna paint you a picture, with words.

Imagine, for a moment, you have a pet Zigzagoon. Mainly kept inside because lord knows where that little bugger would run off to out of curiosity. You wake up, perhaps at some later time of morning like 7, and you barely have time to fully open your eyes before you feel about 15 kilograms of adorable fluff land on your chest. Your little Ziggy, sensing you're awake, has instantly run to you from most likely the other side of the house, and immediately pounced on you. Of course, the little guy wants food, emitting a soft, friendly growl from it's body, almost like a purr, but less cat-like. At the same time, whether intentionally or not, his little tail wags like a vine in the wind behind him, though its hard to tell where his body ends and where the tail starts. You grab your glasses, but Ziggy quietly waddles up to you and yoinks them from you in his little paws. Always a little troublemaker. You take them back from his little grabbers and put them on. Annoyed that you took what was definitely rightfully his, he starts headbutting you on the cheek. It tickles a little from his fur, but otherwise, he is just being a pouty little ferret boi. You get up, letting Ziggy jump off of you on his own, not even on your own two feet before he scurries off towards the food bowl in the kitchen in his zig-zag like walking pattern. You take your time walking to the kitchen, where the little goober is running around and sniffing everything like it's all brand new. Though, he stops for just a moment, anticipating food, standing near the cupboard which his treats and the like are kept in. You decide to turn on the coffee machine first, you need your morning fix, too. The little fur noodle hops on the counter, and, worried he isn't getting any yum-yums for breakfast, gives you the gosh-darn cutest little stare you ever did see. If the sun was to go out, his eyes would hold the next brightest light source this side of everything. You were gonna give him food anyways, but now you're definitely gonna give him food. But not too much, he might turn into a power plant with too much energy. You're not even sure if the dry rocks of sustenance touch the bowl before he starts eating like Joseph C. Chestnut on the last day of the world. After your coffee is done brewing and has reached a suitable temperature for drinking, of course, your little goober wants to play. He rolls onto his back and starts drumming on his little tummy, and come on, how can you resist that little string of yay? After you're done (mainly because you no longer have enough energy to form long-term memory anymore, though you are blessed Ziggy is tired too), you grab your coffee, which is barely above room temperature, and go sit down at your desk to maybe watch a video or something. Anything that doesn't require complex thinking, seeing as your total voltage is counted in nano- units. Your little compressed tomfoolery creature jogs on up to you, possibly knocking over a chair on the way, with your phone in hand. Oh yeah, you'd forgotten it downstairs. You grab it from its little nom hole, and it jumps into your lap, giving you no say in the matter (though, honestly, why would you decline?) It licks your hand a little, the wet appendage doing its job of thanking you for playing with him, but also just being his owner. He then dozes off, and you know you have about half an hour to mentally prepare yourself for more playing, or worse, having to turn him down.

Isn't that all so cute and adorable? So nice and fun? Yeah? Well too bad, you wake up in your damp apartment with no lights on cause your broke ass can't pay the electricity bill, crying on your mattress with the plague still in it, because it was all a dream that you, a zigzagoon hater, will never experience. I get all the miniature mischief mammals to myself and you don't get any.

[angronsjewelbeetle]

This. This is e v e r y t h i n g to me. Excuse me rambling..

Have you also considered the zoomies?? The jumping around?? Playing silly buggers??

Cows are very curious critters too and if you camp with them, you can expect to wake up surrounded by them. Imagine waking up with half a dozen Ultramoos standing over you like come on.

This also makes total sense to me, cattle don't often deviate from their routines. Have you ever seen them when they're doing one? They all walk in line, it's pretty cool to see :3

Ultramoos with a penchant for salty foods

Ultramoos headbutting each other. Sometimes it's gentle. Sometimes it leaves a dent. It depends.

Guilliman being able to bellow

GUILLIMAN BELLOWING

Wet sneezes. Gross but yeah.

Though i am very attatched to Ultrabees, Ultracows were my first Furry Legions idea for them and I would like to familiarize everyone with it

Ultramarines can sleep standing up (do not tip them over, that is very rude)

Ultramarines are herd animals with complex social rituals and have best friends

They are very routine oriented (Roboute's autism + cow genes) and that's why they hate any deviation from the Codex

All Ultramarine barracks must include a salt lick and a scratching post

Roboute does some really embarassing shit whever Yvraine comes over, Flehmen response, mooing, headbutting walls, etc. but goes back to normal when she leaves

[pallanophblargh]

The Praecox rainbows during water change. Love these guys!

[thedanalyticalone]

My best friend is a bunny. Say hi pooky. Regardless of the various ups and downs of life, and the people who come and go, the love shared between a human and their animal is such a deep bond. And there is this deep connection of trust that you will keep them safe, fed, and cared for. This lil bugger follows me around (I have in and let him free roam, much to the dismay to my cords, baseboards and wooden parts of furniture lol) and if I go to long without cuddling him, he will nose poke me and demand it. He’s spoiled, but will make cute grunt noises and do figure 8 patterns in through my legs and cracks me up doing his zoomies(where they Just randomly take off and start sprinting. When I first got him he was anti human and timid. Wouldn’t come near me. And over time, through patience and care I’ve gained his trust (he even does the “dead bunny flop” where it looks like he Just dropped dead and flops on the floor(a sign they feel safe and can relax apparently) which cracks me up and of course is adorable. Considering I spend most of my days doing kickboxing, BJJ, mma I’m general, which requires a grit and stubborn tough hardness from then individual, it’s nice to find the contrasting softness of love from a bunny. Contrast for the soul. And as I said, while friends, romantic relationships, and those we love pass, and others come and go, the bond between me and my rabbit(I treat him like my son like any true pet lover does haha) stays strong

[marbienl13]

***Hunting for crabs*** This... is not the way to go about it, those buggers are fast!  (They’re actually having loads of fun with this and choose not to use signs to give in to the rare nightly zoomies) 

[trainergraceneedstherapy]

@legendofzacian

Well you are MORE than welcome to keep the little buggers-pass em' around to the guards so if this happens again they'll be ready-and I think the no thoughts head empty one got real attached to ya-I'd hate to pull em' away from here so soon after they got attached to the place! ...Also yeah, I am SO sorry for the amount of Zorua zoomies. buuuuuuut I finally got my disguise ready to go-did a lil' photoshoot and everything!

I call it my 'Merchant fit'-NOBODY'LL suspect a thing! ..I hope-As long as nobody questions why someone's wearing a makeshift Gingko Guild outfit-but i've seen a merchant or two be pretty damn sneaky and lucky so-Here's hoping!

Adding to this: I DID bring a Togekiss in case things go REALLY tipsy-he’s one of my best trained Pokemon, wiped the floor with an entire level of the battle tower once-so If stuff goes wrong, my big guy’s got our backs!

So @trainergraceneedstherapy and me have been training the little ones for a while now and I already feel much more confident in my battling abilities. I'm still a little overwhelmed at the sheer number of Zoruas… At least eight of them have tried to impersonate Cora. But most adult Sandshlash don't get the zoomies every other minute (least of all Cora), so it's not really been a problem to tell them apart.

Oh and there is one Zorua in particular… you can just tell that there is not a single thought behind those eyes. A thousand yard stare, zero braincells but so much confidence. And he's absolutely tiny too. A perfect specimen. ╰ (´꒳`) ╯

[lmbauthor]

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[coal-the-shiba]

By January, his walking on the leash is fairly good.  Unfortunately, he walks at my husband's pace.  I allow him a little leeway on the leash pulling for two reasons: 1) he listens to me and will stop, check back, etc with me.  2) I can't walk fast at all, especially in winter.  I am like a grandma.  It isn't fair to expect him to walk at the pace of a snail XD

January was his first snow-fall---he loved it so much!  Sadly, there wasn't enough to play in.  Poor pooch.  We also got him a descent bed with a nice little heating pad we attached under it.  He refuses to leave the bed sometimes haha.  Oh, and you can see him using his homer-slipper as a pillow.  He does that sometimes.  Of course, this was when he was smaller and still only took up half the bed.  I had to re-sew and reinforce the bed after a night-time zoomie attack.  Still very few of those, but this time around he shouldn't be able to destroy.

He really gets excited for meal times!  It took us a little over a month to teach him to stop whining/screaming for his food.  He learned, and now he waits quickly with only a few soft whines if we are taking too long.  already, the playpen space is too small for him XD

It was towards the end of this month and the beginning of February that his attitude started to shift and we saw hints of the teenage bugger-butt he was going to be (at least to my husband)

We did notice that when I am sick for a prolonged period of time and can't be around him, he gets very irritated with everything.  He has the tendencies towards a velcro-dog, I think. Gotta be careful of that.  He only sees me when I am in the room, and he will often follow me.

At this point, he sees my in-laws as people he just wants to play with, my husband as someone he just doesn't like (according to my husband) and me as God.  Silly pup.