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hanakisa · 1 year
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Everyone talks about how Nemona is weird for constantly badgering you to battle. But can we actually take a look at who the ACTUAL unhinged psychos of this friend group are?
Miss Penny 'I accidentally became a mafia boss and thought hacking the government to steal its money was a good idea', Mr Arven 'I fought demigods to steal their potentially poisonous plants which there is a SOURCE saying will make you IMMORTAL and I'm gonna feed it to my dog, my friend, and myself', and you who fights God's, Demigods, the mafia, and does the gym/E4 on top of it all.
And Miss Nemona 'Student Council President, Straight A Student, loves a highly regulated government sanctioned activity'.
Let's all just be honest here....the reality is that Nemona would be the Mom!Friend with the Unhinged Goblin trio that is the MC, Arven, and Penny on baby leashes. Just desperately trying to stop them from being killed/arrested.
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lonelypep · 7 months
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ive been rewatching gravity falls and i thought it would be funny to recap certain events in the show with no context whatsoever
-dipper sings dancing queen by abba with a mutant bear he was about to kill.
-stan, a man in his 60-70s, lectures a child on how to formulate an evil plan. (the child is 4 years old, stans rival, and having a mental breakdown because stan's granchildren are in his armpits)
-dipper gets literally mauled by a wolf and decides its better than going to his sister's sleepover.
-larry king gets decapitated.
-kids break in to a convenience store where one of them gets high out of her mind on cheap illegal ice cream (normal tuesday for these kids)
-kids find out about the 8th and a half president: who made the first all-baby supreme court.
-grunkle stan wins the football bowl. he taught the footballers and their gloating friends a lesson. he wins a football winning trophy, and a beautiful woman aptly named beautiful woman. but he couldnt have done it, any of it, without his sidekick footbot.
-soos is canonically afraid of british dog men. hes so real for that honestly.
-ARE YOU SICK OF PILES OF OWLS CONSTANTLY BLOCKING YOUR DRIVEWAY?! WELL THEN YOU GOTTA GET OWL TROWEL
-youre laughing. people are sick of piles of owls constantly blocking their driveway and youre laughing.
-the only on screen character death, with the exception of bill, is that of big henry, who sacrificed himself by taking a golf ball to the other side of the mine. the protagonists never learn this.
-soos turns into clay and starts breaking the laws of the universe. so stan kills him with a radio.
-two kids travel back in time and crush toby's musical theatre dreams.
-"dudebro" became a mainstay in my regular vocabulary for two years because of this show.
-grunkle stan teaches a bear how to drive. he almost gets arrested in this episode. not for teaching a bear how to drive but because of tax fraud.
-soos' stomach emits whale noises.
-mcgucket has apparently exploded an entire downtown city because his pal earnie didn't come to his retirement party. justified tbh
-stan starts booing some little kids because they told their grandpa they loved him
-let me just set the scene for a sec here: its 2016. its a beautiful summer day, where the hazy nostalgia of a music festival fills your eyes, your ears, and the uneasy excitement of love in the hot summer air makes every second better than the last. suddenly, a gigantic flaming head of a man saying "i eat kids" descends upon you from the sky. the graphic horror is something youll never forget. the grotesque image of people in terror at this gargantuan mass of flaming flesh. it burns into your eyes. is this it for you? you see a child, clueless to the situation, ask his mother his final words: is the giant flaming head going to eat us? she says yes. as it consumes you, you cry a single tear. im done being dramatic but this did happen
-beautiful men eat out of stan's trash (this apparently happens consistently)
-youre laughing. darn beautiful men are always eating out of his trash and youre laughing.
-stan strips on public television.
-gourney gets eaten by a halloween monster. he is only freed when soos eats the monnster.
-the gravity falls universe has a public television program where babies fight each other.
-grunkle stan tries to burn aforementioned four year old nemesis alive.
-ok not really but he tries to blind him at least which is still pretty bad.
-grunkle stan tries to steal an animatronic badger
-mabeland has a government entirely run by mabel. this makes mabel an autocratic fascist. sorry i dont make the rules.
-soos' mom turns into a chair.
-theres a character named toot toot mc bumblesnazzle, who plays a banjo. go ahead and guess his narrative importance. if you guess cult leader, correct!
-neil degrasse tyson plays a pig.
and last but certainly not least, stan has illegally shipped pugs across the us border.
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hedgehog-moss · 1 year
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I had one of those dreams last night where you make a friend and then wake up and miss your dream-friend... I dreamt that I found an adorable creature in the stream near my house, it looked like a little manta ray but with a hard and scaly back like an armadillo. It was like a tiny marine dinosaur and I lovingly carried it back home and put it in the greenhouse fish tank. I named it Creil-Creil because that was the sound it made when it pondered things while gnashing its little teeth. Then it started mind-controlling me—Creil-Creil liked hot water so twice a day I poured oil into the fish tank and set it on fire. Some of my plants caught fire and my mum said, are you sure you want to keep doing this? And I was like yeah!! who needs plants in a greenhouse Mum. 
Then I realised (in a spike of terror that almost woke me up) that I had never fed the poor thing and didn’t know what she ate (aside from all my fish) and I suddenly felt extremely keen to invite people to visit. Visitors came, and my new aquatic best friend ate their hands. I mean I kept bringing people near the tank and saying “feel free to pet her!” and petting her myself while she creil-creiled happily and then people petted her and she leapt out of the water and bit off one of their hands (rarely both, which felt considerate), and then I brought the next person. Many more awful things happened and in the end Creil-Creil became very hated (not by me, I loved her); I had villagers with pitchforks wanting to kill her and signing petitions, and then! Pandolf got stuck in a badger’s hole and she crawled out of her fish tank and dug him out with her little claws, so she became a hero. I was so happy, everyone was cheering her (not clapping, on account of all the missing hands.) You can tell my brain was desperate to get people to love this poor misunderstood little evil thing so it went like..... and then she saved a dog’s life!!! The end <3
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bonefall · 6 months
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bonefall, you've replaced a lot of the fox and badger encounters with boars instead (which makes sense) - but now what are clan cat's relationships with foxes and badgers? sorry if you've already stated this somewhere else
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[ID: Stock photo of a European badger and a cat. They're about the same size.]
Badgers are pretty simple; they're a major, but not insurmountable problem for Clan cats. They're like a BIG, strong rogue. There's actually plenty of them on Clan territory, they don't get "chased out" like canon.
EXCEPT in WindClan, back when Tunneling was a practice. Badgers will leave you alone if you leave their burrows alone, but had a habit of moving into WindClan's tunnels and raiding rabbit warrens. WindClan specifically would chase them out in-mass.
BB!Badger facts;
Use in a name invokes strength, or construction ability.
Badgers are respected for their ability to dig setts.
In a one-on-one fight, a badger poses a serious danger to all but the strongest warriors. You want two or three cats if you're going to take on a badger; two is usually more than enough.
Bluestar had to kill a badger alone once, when Cricketkit and Darkkit wandered off one snowy night. That was pretty early in her leadership. She lost a life.
They're grumpy, but will leave you alone if you respect their space. Usually a badger that's attacking was pissed off for some other reason, or is defending cubs.
ShadowClan will eat them, insisting that they just need to be spiced up and it's a lot of meat to waste.
Badgers are generally considered "less dangerous" than foxes.
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[ID: A fox and a black cat. The fox is considerably taller and larger.]
This is wildlife that needs to be treated with caution. Foxes can get pretty big, and are notoriously quite intelligent. A weakened warrior or a wayward apprentice could be killed by an opportunistic fox, though it's rare that a fox will put itself in danger against a healthy adult cat.
Clan cats have three words for various types of foxes which are uniquely dealt with. Vixen, Fox, and Todd. These don't actually have anything to do with the sex of the animal, unlike English.
a TODD is a young, roving fox who has no territory.
In Clanmew, they're called Ka'ak, based on the clicking challenge call between two foxes. They tend to bother each other more than they bother Clan cats.
Todds are associated with aimless mischief. They wander in, cause problems, and then usually move on as if they're bored. Occasionally though, they will unseat the local foxes and vixens, in terms of dominance or even in terms of winning territory!
When used in a name, it implies general troublemaking just for the sake of it. It's almost playful.
a FOX is a fox that lives in some kind of group.
This usually refers to a vixen's kits, or the local dog foxes. In Clanmew, these are called Aowao, based off the close-contact call foxes make when they're communicating.
A fox in a group is a pack full of trouble. This is where the insult "foxheart" starts to get its bite. Groups of foxes get bold and curious, and a cat is a sizeable meal to them, if they could manage to pick one off.
When used in a name, it implies cleverness or scheming. It's much more social than either of the other two uses, as well.
a VIXEN is an established, mature animal that rules a territory.
Vixens consistently get named by Clan cats, because those names have a use. Whitespot, the Valley Fox, Big Ginger; and their territories are noted by the Head of Hunting. Any changes in 'ownership' are a point of concern, because the vixen you know is better than the one you don't.
And rest assured, if you DID happen to chase off one vixen, there would surely be a todd looking to take the space. Clan cats learned long ago that you can't chase off all the foxes in the forest, it's best to simply select for the least troublesome vixens.
The Clanmew word for vixens, Bwaayr, comes from the haunting screech of a fox during the mating season, which sounds like a person being murdered.
This, when used in an insult, implies active malice. Vixens cause trouble that they know they can get away with, and know their territories very well. A vixen is an older animal, probably raising little fox groups of their own. They're minded cautiously.
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modelbus · 1 year
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can i please request a tommy x reader where the reader has a cat, a kid if you will, i just need some tommy interactions with his girlfriend’s cat 😭
I’m actually deathly allergic to cats so I had to ask my friends what cats do… they told me cats are either the devil reincarnated or cute fluffy guys, so let’s assume your cat is a cute fluffy guy.
Pairing: CC!Tommy x Gn!Reader
Cute Cat
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Tommy is more of a dog person, but because the cat is important to you, he’ll tolerate it. If your cat is nice, he’ll warm up to it after a few visits, but if your cat is mean he’ll call it Satan and rant about it on stream.
He will refuse to call your cat anything but pussy. It’s gotten so bad that your cat responds to pussy as a name more often than its actual name.
“Here Pussy, Pussy!” Tommy yells.
“You know that’s not-“ you begin but get cut off by a loud meow coming from somewhere. “THE FUCK?!” Your cat doesn’t even respond to its actual name, but it’ll respond to pussy?!
If your cat ever scratches him, accidentally or on purpose, he definitely complains about it on stream like “HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THAT EVIL MOTHERFUCKER DID TO ME?! WIL, WILBUR, IT TRIED TO KILL ME!”
He talks to it like it’s an actual person though, creeping you out sometimes.
“Stop staring at me like that, mate. I think you’ve got a staring problem.” Tommy points at your cat with the TV remote, “close them eyes before they dry out king. I know I’m hot, but you can’t have me. I’m a taken man.”
He's mean to your cat constantly as a defense mechanism because he’s meant to be a dog person. Don't worry though, he secretly loves your cat.
And he keeps trying to show off your cat to streams, constantly badgering you until you just give in.
His Twitter and Instagram are occasionally graced with cat photos, which he also uses as a sub goal.
The first time your cat brought a dead animal to you while he was there was certainly traumatizing for him...
"Hey Puss- what's in your mouth?" Tommy asks, cutting himself off.
"Huh?" You hum, turning to look at your beloved cat. All too used to owning a cat, you immediately recognize the dead animal being deposited on your carpet.
"What the fuck is that?"
"Tommy, don't freak out, okay?"
"IS THAT A FUCKING MOUSE?! IS IT DEAD?! YOUR CAT IS A MURDERER!"
Despite the trauma your cat has put him through, he still loves to play with it. His favorite is definitely one of those dangly feather things because he's amazed at how high your cat can jump.
Although he is very sick and tired of your cat trying to fight his feet and sitting on his shoes.
Tommy convinced you one time to get your cat "high" on catnip, which ended in a very weird Tik Tok.
"No, no, no, trust me. It's just a little catnip. He'll only get a little high."
"A LITTLE HIGH?! YOU WANT TO GET MY CHILD HIGH?!"
After you make a big deal out of it, he buys something for your cat's birthday like a good boyfriend <3
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blimbo-buddy · 6 months
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An introduction to the evil and demonic ghosts of the Twolegplaces
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You'll often hear in rasps of one's tongue across their fur of stories pertaining to malicious entities, evil spirits and the likes. But you'll most often hear murmurs and whimpers of what many Twolegplace Cats often refer to as Demonios. But what exactly is a Demonio?
Definition
The spirit of an organism- Usually a cat- that has had its soul transformed via one way or another to appear as a grotesque, usually violent creature that is capable of causing harm to everything around it. They often appear in hallucinations.
Well-known Demonios
The Rotten Eye, Gato-Garra, Bumble the Fool
A common misconception
Many cats often mistake Demonios with another entity referred to as The Flickering. These entities are also referred to simply as Ghosts or Spirits. Demonios and The Flickering are two separate entities, but are also often connected with one another within folklore and mythology. Fun fact! Some Flickering ghosts also appear as how they died, so for example, you'll see one with their upper and lower body separated due to being struck by a vehicle. (A Flickering ghost portrayed below)
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What is the difference between Demonios and The Flickering?
Demonios are spirits that are transformed into vile versions of themselves through one way or another. The Flickering, on the other hand, are ghosts/spirits that are bounded to earth, unable to move on until their unfinished business is fulfilled. These ghosts can be malicious, neutral, or good-natured, as opposed to the Demonio's being only malicious and full of tricks. Some Demonios are also believed to be able to physically manifest themselves into violent animals, such as hawks, falcons, rats, raccoons, badgers, dogs, etc.
Wait, the two are connected?
Yes! It's often believed that these ghosts are vulnerable to transformation, which can be brought on by a couple of things:
Their anger and rage is so powerful that it takes over their spirit, painfully morphing them into a Demonio
An ethereal being of higher power getting a hold of them and transforming them by their own will and hand
Being killed by a Demonio
So you mentioned that they are rumored to be able to manifest themselves into other animals, how can one tell if an animal is a physical manifestation of a Demonio?
Many old stories say to keep an eye and ear out for the following:
Pupils that are able to narrow like a cat's
Any noises that seem like the creature is attempting to mimic noises of a cat
(Limited to mammals) Claws that are long and scraggly, like a cat's nail that hasn't been trimmed. Bloody paws are also said to be a give away due to this
Any facial features that appear more cat-like than usual. Ears in most cases will be more pointed like a cat's. If it is a bird, they will have sprouts of feathers on the sides of their heads that mimic cat ears
Behaviors that you'd see in cats, this includes the way the creature walks or the way it cleans its fur/feathers
Trivia:
While the name translates into "Demon/Devil", Demonios can be classified as general supernatural entities. Although some Demonios are widely classified as being demons
Not all Demonios are deadly, some will simply cause inconveniences, however, the most prevalent and well known ones are always the deadly ones
The term itself is one used mainly by non-clan cats. Many of the Dark Forest evil spirits can still be referred to as a Demonio, however you'll never hear a Clan cat refer to them as that, unless they weren't born into a Clan
The unfortunate truth about the Demonio is that a cat's spirit is still trapped within, facing constant torture and pain that comes with their horrific new form. Some say that for even just a second, you can see the cat underneath their new, terrifying mask, crying out for help.
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this-is-war-peacock · 5 months
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People have talked about how a lot of the Ikemen games give all the suitors pets, so I thought I’d make a post of what pets I think the ikepri guys would have. 
WARNING: there’s a spoiler about Gilbert at the end, but the kind where you’d probably have to look something up to know what it is. Take that as you will.
Jin would absolutely have a small monkey that he’d wear on his shoulder into town as another way to pick up women. I could also see him training said monkey to steal little things from particular people he points out both as a way to get stuff from people for like his job but also as another, more contrived way to get women to talk to him. Think about it: Jin having his pet monkey steal a beautiful woman’s scarf so she has to chase it back to him and then he pretends to be surprised and disappointed that his pet did that and returns the object to its owner who now is falling for his charm and starting to think that maybe the monkey isn’t so bad.
Chevalier would have a cat because, as Sebastian from Black Butler once said, they do not say useless things or do them, plus they tend to be independent, clean, and kill vermin. He’d manage to find a cat that’s pretty much silent and never meows and also is fairly independent so, aside from occasionally curling up on Chev’s lap (silently) while he’s reading, it doesn’t require much from him.
Clavis would get a loud, messy dog like a rat terrier or a hound that he would deliberately not train to get rid of those typically undesirable behaviors because he likes the chaos and it annoys Chev and Sariel.
Leon would have a peregrine falcon. In older times, like the sort of time period ikepri is set in, there was a hierarchy of which birds of prey guys could have depending on what their title was as royalty or nobility, and princes got peregrines, so I think that’s appropriate.
Yves would have some kind of bird, I’m thinking a rosy-faced lovebird. I could see it being a gift one of his brothers brought back for him from another country where they’re native, since it seemed that Yves could use a friend.
Licht would have an Irish wolfhound that he’d take for very long walks every morning at some ungodly hour when normal people are asleep.
Nokto would have a ferret. Being as clever as he is, he’d do well with an equally clever pet, plus he’ll be able to properly care for it and train it. I could see him teaching his ferret a bunch of tricks, including sneaking into locked rooms and unlocking doors from the inside.
Luke would have a fucking badger. Idk it just makes sense to me.
Sariel wouldn’t have a pet of his own but, since the king’s death, he would take over the duties of caring for the late king’s gyrfalcon until a new king is chosen and that bird then goes to whoever Emma picks to be the next king. This is also coming from that bird hierarchy I mentioned with Leon.
Rio would have a bunny because it reminds him of Emma. He is a golden retriever, so it wouldn’t make sense for him to then get a dog, but something that reminds him of his beloved Emma makes sense for him. He’d ‘joke’ about how it’s to keep him company while she’s at work and how he pretends it’s her and they have long conversations or whatever.
Silvio would have something really small and cute like a stoat that’s like the dead opposite of Silvio. He would’ve rescued it somehow and from there he’s just really attached to it and protective of it.
Keith would be really fond of the fish in the pond at the Jade palace and that’s as close as he gets to having a pet because he’s a sad boi who doesn’t trust himself not to hurt the things and people he loves.
Gilbert would have a golden eagle (more of that bird stuff) and he would 1000% keep that secret from anyone outside the Obsidian royal palace, because it’s a giveaway of who he really is. Also, I feel like he would actually have a close relationship with his bird, plus I do think rather than using the bird for hunting like actual royalty did, he would use it to intimidate people and also to send messages occasionally.
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onyourhyuck · 1 year
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Looks That Kill. | L.MK (M)
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prologue- “I belong to you, only you.” + “I hoped you said we’d be something more.”
summary: the new kid moved into town and y/n already has a bad feeling about him. one day a late night walk down to the woods changes everything between them, a secret comes out of the shadows sparking taboo feelings.
tw- werewolf romance. college mention. fantasy. wolf hunters mention. smut. fluff. death mentions. blood. horror . Fem!y/n. Dom Mark. Breeding kink. Hickeys/marking, praising.
notes- HALLOWEEN KINKTOBER FIC.
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the secure night welcomes you comfortably, slippers stomping on the wet soil with ease, kicking past the withered autumn leaves. woods in the town has always been safe and sound, in fact this town only has around 2,000 people residing in it.
there is history amongst every corner of this town in south korea from the west shore end. this town used to be roaming with supernatrual creatures hence why it’s earned the nickname “ghost town”, it’s foretelling that big fur muscle monster resembling both a man and a wolf at once standing on two feet ran its money for this place.
tearing apart hunters left and right mercilessly, going on a frenzy of blood lusting hunger. the creature of the night earned its infamous name as the servant of the moon. the werewolf.
a man at day and a wolf at night. what a bunch of bullshit right? you scoff aloud not to shy particularly as you was alone.
you’re a young college student who is very much a logic over bunch of ghost stories. You are the person who would scream in middle of the camp fire ‘I don’t believe in it until I see it with my own eyes’ motto. people who tend to believe In paranormal activities, watching these tv shows late at night ghost hunting looking for entities all night and somehow make money profit from it; you think pity of them.
people earning money doing fortune telling and psychic mediumship upset you deeply as you think of them as conartists scamming people who are gullible enough to be used.
calling you pessimistic was known from others, but you prefer the term realistic. There will never be a day in your life where you will ever believe in supernatural.
But this was going to happen today. a loud snap echoes within the foggy woods, you turn around in bare pyjamas stop the moment your sharp ears perk up to the sudden define crack. breathing stops as you was solely looking straight ahead to the right where it came from.
“tsk a stupid badger probably stepped on something.” y/n mutters turning around to walk away, a growl reappears as quick as lighting behind. it grew more frequent as it ups syllables more and more.
Your heart skips a beat. Why was the feeling of suffocating there when you’re right in the open woods with fresh oxygen? The girl turns around to check what could be possibly growling. In her head she lists multiple animals such as:
bears, if South Korea ever had any. Maybe it was foxes, or perhaps cats. maybe even a dog.
but not a darn silhouette ominous figure with bright yellow eyes glaring right at you where she stands still as a frozen statue. The only certain thing moving was the heavy wind, even the trees has stopped dancing about. It seems the entire woods became extra quieter when the strange creature hiding amongst the dark fog and black shadows, the entire animals residing in the forest have copped themselves away. As if they all knew that trouble was bound to happen. The instinct to run was there like a visible red button with emergency warning in bold letters, but the body felt numb to act on it. Your brain was fighting by fleeing the scene, the body did not respond. For once in your life You felt fear, paralysing your veins deeply. she couldn’t believe her bloodshot eyes, shaking as the creature starts its movements forward.
She whispers under her breath. “Screw it im going to run.” you shout turning on your heels immediately, sprinting ahead with almighty speed. never in her life has she ever ran so fast to the point everything felt like a blur. the girl couldn’t see trees as clearly anymore and nor did she stop to look back. Darkness follows you behind where the creature corners up behind the girl chasing with its baring large canine teeth practically savouring a bite out of you. The girl gasps on her husk voice holding it as she glances back once.
Feet slide off the edge rolling down the steep lopsided hill where the girl polls backwards landing face front in a pile of reddish orange brown leaves. picking herself up quick, not wasting any minute, she lost a slipper. Unable to turn back to retain it, she carries on escaping without.
You run quick once again only to be stopped by the creature cutting off with a shortcut. The mortified human falls backwards, crawling away as fast as possible as she leeches on the pile of leaves in her dirty palms.
the creature’s breathes heavy with snarls coming out of the gaping open mouth, resembling a wolf yet also a man. The black furred animal corners the girl by it’s claws, tugging on the ankle. You yelp kicking forward with the knack of balls she has in herself, by reaching forward with a rock, grabbing it and then penetrates the heinous monster’s eyes.
She saw the creature back off with a gnawing irritation, then running off to the end when it’s noticed the sky was changing colour rather quickly. You felt weirded out by such an action from the creature.
i mean why would it stare at the sky and hurry off? wasn’t it weird? and what exactly was it? junghyun grabs herself off the floor immediately following the animal from behind, trying to keep up with its inhuman speed as much as possible.
though when running after it, you wouldn’t be met with the creature.
you were met with a human laying on the ground, unconscious, barely breathing and also buttnaked in middle of nowhere. you gasp at the person in shock as she slowly approaches it, poking the person’s back. she only earned a soft snore as a response.
there’s no way that this man was the creature. i mean how did it make sense? what proof was there?
your face lights up when a moment replays in her mind. the monster’s eye was attacked by a rock. so if the man sleeping soundly in front of her was the monster, he would have a black eye.
the girl crouches down turning the guy forward so she could take a first glance at the face. she gasps. “oh my god it’s the new kid.”
you slowly lifts the boy’s face more observing the eyes, it had a slight bruise on his right eye. she shifts eyes feeling uncomfortable by staring at her classmate who is buttnaked in middle of the woods and might be a freakin’ monster.
god you pray you’re hallucinating.
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The eyes shot open relieving the night like it were a movie on replay record, trembling at the foreign ceiling, he felt his skin prickle with muscles contracting at each movement he did. the wrists tug forward, poking at the belt rattling on the bed frame that had him so trapped in such an unfamiliar setting.
Mark grunts. He can’t figure out where he is, nor did his strength find his body to be able to pull away. Usually, he could do so as much as he pleases. But now he used all his darn energy and strength last night chasing something without his control.
“Where the hell am i.” Mark let’s out with another rough grunt pulling against the belt on his wrists tying it to the bed entirely.
“my house.” a feminine voice pierced to the front where the door opens revealing a young girl with brunette long hair, holding a frying pan in front of him like a defence shield. he eyes her up and down, hissing. “you’re the girl in my English class.”
“yeah and you’re the foreigner kid.” you bark back. “Who’s also a werewolf.”
he lifts his head in shock hearing exclamation. unable what to say, Mark only panics more and more against the belt, this time with actual force to escape. this whole plan was to leave Canada for a new life not to become the most wanted mythical source on earth. you breathe heavily moving closer.
“you’re not going to say anything?” you poke confused on the side, finding it completely weird that he wouldn’t deny it or agree to it. mark turns to you with a side glare, a look that kills anyone.
you gulp thinly. Mark saw the way her throat shrieks, he feels her heartbeat from a mile away, the way her body language curls up on the frying pan that she depends on to protect her from a werewolf, a literal monster machine, does she think mark can be stopped with a frying pan of all things? he scoffs mockingly in his head watching the timid mortal. “should i give you a poetry on how i’m not a werewolf?”
mark spat, watching you who peeps with a soft head shake. the boy speaks with venom in his voice, “then no.” mark growls turning to the belt on the wrists.
“I don’t understand.” You shakily tell rolling down the walls in front of the bed, dropping the frying pan that would circle on the floor till it fell flat. legs curling to the your chest as your arms wrapping on it, watching the boy in defeat.
mark didn’t bother turning back to watch the girl who spoke like her entire world was a lie, it wasn’t his responsibility what she feels. What was his responsibility was to not get caught and to stay away from the spotlight. He failed both those things, clearly.
“i mean..you’re a werewolf I seen it with my own eyes. How..I thought it was all myths.” You slowly starts. mark stops playing with the belt edge, where his head subconsciously looks at your pale face. she looks terrified, tired and hell of a mess. mark purse lips in a thin line.
“i’m not a scientist who can explain how. but i’ll have you know that i don’t attack humans. i’m just trying to live a low life, somewhere peaceful and quiet.” you hears the boy say. the way he spoke about it much calmer and not in a hostile defensive way, meant that he was being truthful. you slowly stand up, approaching the bed that mark was laying on forcefully.
he watches her like a prey wondering what she’s about to do. you whisper. “you won’t kill me if i let you go and forget his ever happened right?”
“i wasn’t going to kill you anyways.” mark replies as he felt your trembling cold hands undo the belt on the wrists. He was quick to retract them back, but with your body weight.
mark has you on the bed pinned above him. He is hovering over you with great strength, looking you dead in the eyes with the brown amber iris that were once a bright glowing yellow. you gulp itching to get out, your legs squirming till he squeeze your smaller hands in his palm.
“you said you wouldn’t kill me.” you exclaim.
“that’s right but i never said anything about hurting you. especially with my right eye.” he hawks as you were brought to look at the black bruise on the eyelid, you glare completely defending your actions.
“you deserved that. you chased me in the woods.”
mark said nothing, letting go off the wrists and then pulling himself off the girl’s fragile body. he rubs the back of his head noticing that he was given underwear, that was nice thoughtful thinking at least. your body sits up about to stand up, but the man’s voice stuns you still.
“I hurt your leg accidentally.” He admits turning around to face her leg. He walks crouching down lifting it up to roll her jeans, he saw her careless badly wrapped bandage that could barely stay on the wound. he bites his inner cheek. She carefully tread.
watching him continually wondering what he was about to do. but the moment he demands first aid kit she caught on the idea he was going for. Y/n was more than pleasant enough to give him the power to the first aid in the room. The boy re-did everything even better, better than the ones you committed to do.
As the white bandages wrap on the scratch open wound, thankfully it never got far too deep into the skin just a little on the edge. you wince when he tightens the last bit of bandages with a tie.
Mark looks up murmuring. “Sorry for hurting you. I’m not in control when i transform.”
“It’s okay at least you helped me out.” you softly gaze at him. “What’s your name?”
“Mark Lee. How about you?” to be honest it was clear you guys hardly listened to the register when the teachers called your names out. The boy was just as curious as you were.
“Y/n.”
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It felt surreal that you and mark have become so close over the course of just three weeks. You kept his secret and even lend him a home at your place. You both go to school together and leave together.
Mark has opened up to you about lots of things and usually, he never does that but with you it felt so comforting and easy to do so; it’s as if he knew you before for a long time.
Like old friends reuniting.
Mark’s from Canada, born and raised. He moved from his home county just few months ago because of his first transformation as a werewolf. He got caught in his wolf form running around scared, so he flew off to South Korea where his parents were born. He had no one.
But he has you now. You made it clear to him that you’ll do anything to help.
Now you’re both walking through the woods, classes have been dismissed and you’re on your way home. chasing each other down the woods pathway, he was quick to catch up with you tackling you to the floor. Your bodies rolling together as one until you both stop, sliding on top of each other. Mark on the ground laying flat as he was met with you on top.
You’re letting out gentle pants as your hands rest well on the sides of his face. Mark with trembling eyes sparkle, meeting beautiful ones that perceiving the world differently from him. He was interested in you, no doubt, a human like you was a gem to people like him. You didn’t spill his secret for whatever reason.
It’s rare finding humans like you nowadays.
“You know you really gotta stop using that wolfy power on me.” you complain softly as you stand up, throwing out your hand. Mark takes it gladly, standing up with a laugh.
“Then.” He pulls you roughly into his chest, where your face firmly looks at him. You felt your breathing hitch on holt as your face was barely inches away. His lips were practically breathing fire on your cold lips. “Stop playing with me, y/n.” He coos letting you go.
You pout watching him leave so casually as he grabs your bag and his bag. He’s start to carry them both as he walks home. You whine following him.
“But it’s fun playing with you!”
On the way home you arrive quickly. The two of you made yourselves back at home considering the fact you two were literally sitting in the lounge watching tv.
One hard thing living with mark was that he eats the entire fridge. Mainly meat. He’s always craving meat and it sometimes amazes you how much he can eat.
Mark sits still munching on the chicken wing as if his life depended on it. You watch openly for far too long, when the boy brings you to reality.
“Yah why are you eyeing me like that? Have you never seen a hungry werewolf before?” he barks and you scoff. “I think I have like three weeks ago at night.”
“That was a mistake.” Mark replies putting down the bone on the plate, licking his fingers.
“I have a question Mark.” You suddenly entice and he hums in response wondering what is was, not turning to look at you as he was busy licking his thumbs, watching the tv.
“Do you only turn on full moons?”
“Yup.”
“Can you speak to dogs when you transform?”
Mark looks at you with the most unserious face. “No. Y/n I can only communicate to other werewolves.”
“Ahhh. Then how about reproduction? Is it the same as wolves?” You blurt out all curious. Today in biology you learned about wolves actually, they mate pretty easily.
You wonder if it’s the same thing with the seasons. Mark suddenly coughs on his saliva hitting his chest with heavy breathes. The boy’s face turns lightly reddish pink and his ears were bright coloured. You blink wondering what was actually wrong?
“I- we reproduce just like humans do. ” He would ask raising an eyebrow. “So you don’t need to turn to fuck somebody, noted.”
You were a curious little thing to mark. The boy simply nods but awkwardly looks away brushing the back of his head, he clears his throat. “Yeah. I haven’t experienced it yet.”
“I heard that first rut is rough for beginners. No self control whatsoever. It doesn’t sound pleasant. It’s even worse when you don’t have a partner to do anything with.”
You felt the way he spoke about werewolf things as if he was alone in it. He was technically alone. Werewolves come in pacts, these creatures, people and community are meant to be together. Meant to do things together, just live together. But you try to make it up to him. You might not be worth twenty werewolves but at least, you can help him through his first’s as a true werewolf.
Holding his hand suddenly you tightly embrace, he turns to you slightly surprised but you flash him a smile.
“I’ll be there for you, so it won’t be that bad.”
Those words were meant to be encouraging for this young werewolf all alone in his world, but little do you know he wasn’t really going to let you be part of everything. he knows the risk. For your safety he would rather put you aside. Your worlds are so different, it could definitely put a strain on it. Y/n wasn’t aware of it sooner that she’s falling hard for the boy and mark was doing just the same.
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“Y/n!”
A young boy runs up to the girl with a string of pants. You look down raising an eyebrow, as your two friends, Jaemin and Jeno surround you.
“Chenle? Hey what’s up.” You comfortingly speaking.the Chinese boy waves with a short sided smile. “Hey, Mark wants me to pass a message that he left to go home. He wasn’t feeling well.”
“Honestly he looked slightly ill. He had a fever and he even seemed agitated.” Chenle trails half worried and you widen your eyes. What was happening to mark? What made him run so much.
Jaemin hums a bit facing y/n. “What’s your relationship with him?”
You scrunch up facing the boy questioning you, like he was a detective. “None of your business jaem.”
Jeno let’s out a silent ‘ooo’ teasingly before nudging your arm. You scorn out with a sudden shove as you grab your phone to call mark, walking away midway dialling. Three boys watch you leave without an answer from you, extremely suspicious that you’d walk out on them. I mean you don’t have many friends. Who are you worried about so much you’d leave your three only friends?
“Yah she seriously walked out on us three…”
The three boys murmur in unison, actual disbelief showing through their eyes,
So when you ran to go home the moment Mark’s number came into multiple voice mails, you didn’t look back or regret it. The boy was important to you. You were worried he was sick, perhaps dying too. You know he’s different but it doesn’t scare you, not anymore at least.
Mark’s a genuine guy who hides a lot from the word and people afraid he’s going to be judged or hurting people around him. You weren’t weak though. He might view you like a mortal, but you’re not weak.
The moment you’ve entered the house his room was shut on the lock. You knock constantly, shouting for Mark to open up. With few pants remaining in your breath.
“Mark you okay? Are you ill?”
“Please speak to me. What’s going on? Chenle said you’re ill.”
Another silent reply. You purse your lips into a thin line as you lean closer to the door, banging on it. But then when your right ear took a whiff of a soft growl emerging in the background of the room, your eyes widen. Pressing your entire ear on the door you could hear faint noises. Groans growing louder, animal-like growls and sometimes you would hear Mark cussing. You pull away hitting on the door again.
“Mark you don’t sound so good, please speak to me at least.” You demanded on your tip toes. This time you would hear creeks on the floor put on action as the door half jar opens. Seemingly Mark didn’t want to open it fully but he was caught by surprise when you kick the door open jumping in a hug to pull the boy in this warm loving embrace. He stumbles on the floor, aching at your heavy loving.
“Easy there.” Mark murmurs lowly as you sigh of relief. Your foreheads touch momentarily but when it did, he burned your skin, leaving a red mark. You flinch away in disbelief.
“Oh my god you’re burning up.” You exclaim and he lets go off you, pushing you off. Y/n blinks how much mark has separated himself from her, as he stands up. The entire body language was off putting, he was more socially distant, he seems distressed and aggravated, as if he was a dog going rabid. Mark wasn’t sure what this was, until he felt your presence. He curses himself for being this way.
You come forward to feel his forehead again but Mark immediately rejects your touch by pulling on your wrist, he squeezes it like a warning sent to you. The same look from the first day you met, he was flashing it right down at you. Looks that Kill.
Something was very much different about him, about his entire character. This wasn’t like him, perhaps this was a full moon transformation..
You thickly gulp, but you didn’t dare look away, you held the eye contact.
“Mark are you transforming tonight?” You trail softly. The boy lets go off your hand shaking his head, he sits on his bed, running fingers in through the black hair.
“No…”
You softly interrogate again, hoping to find the answer. “Then you’re definitely ill Mark, we need to get you to a hospital. Quick.”
He scowls at your human thinking immediately saying how dangerous this was. Doctors can easily find that his body is reacting different than the human body would. These type of people working in science and hospitals have been danger to him from the start, they could very much take his dna and run tests. Mark can’t risk being found out.
The man spat, showing hint of annoyance . “No that’s a suicide mission. I’m fine y/n.”
“You’re not fine. Just tell me what’s going on!” You exclaim with frustration, but the moment he told you your body froze .
“I’m going through my first rut. Now get out this could end badly .” Mark demands watching you up and down. “It’s already embarrassing for myself to be telling you this. I’d appreciate it if you just…leave for your safety.”’
The situation got worse, maybe in Mark’s head everything went downhill the minute he’s told you what actually was wrong. Because now you’re submitting yourself to a werewolf undergoing their first rut.
You see werewolves are social animals. They have to stick together with their own kind but it’s hard to do that when Mark is alone, technically he’s a lone wolf and it could severally damage and kill him mentally. Though he had you and he’s never felt the need to look for a pact or to feel lonely. You’re his driving force, his pack, the one he relies on more than family. You are his new family. In other words being apart really distressed him when he realised his body is undergoing the first rut. This was probably one of the things you really can’t help him out on.
Or at least that is what he thinks. You were full on tugging your body closing the door shut. Mark thought you would have left but instead you locked it in with you and him, in the room.
“Y/n I told you to leave.” Mark shouts.
“Mark you’re in pain I can’t leave you.” You tell in agony, walking to mark as you go on your knees watching him.
“You can’t help. Please go.” Mark looks away from you. You’re practically insane for even considering you could.
You shake your head. “Mark look at me I can help you. I’m not doing this out of pity. I’m doing this because i care for you.” Your hands reach the ends of his face bringing it around to look at you. The way your hands felt like a safe place for him to let go off every worry was like magic to him. He softly looks at you, as he runs his thumbs on your soft lips and at the end of your chin, lifting your face up. You were totally at his mercy, at his power. You’re on the floor submitting and something feral really went inside him, because the next minute he was dragging you on the bed pinned roughly on top of you, gazing in your eyes with the most killing look of a predator. The littlest movement makes your heart beat, he could hear you from miles away with that kind of heart aching at the danger he poses to you. But he didn’t sense fear from you mentally .
“You say you’re doing this because you care for me. Is there really nothing else to it?” Mark raises a question that’s truly been bothering him for a while. “In what way do you care for me exactly. Is it family? Friends? Or maybe something more...”
You watch him carefully as he runs his hands down your small waist, embracing the curvy figure you portray out there just for him to feel all night long. The way his fingernail traces itself to the hips and then stopping at your inner thighs where he squeezes tight leaving red marking on your skin. You flinch at the sharp pain with his nails dug in your skin, soft whimpers coming out of you, to him that felt like heaven hearing it through one ear the another.
“I want to be there for you. I hate seeing you go through this alone. Is it so wrong for me to give myself up to you?”
You shriek when he came closer hearing a very specific line that made him harder to control himself. Give myself up to you. Those words were exactly what he was looking for subconsciously. Just like any werewolf, they love to intend on power through their loved ones.
You knew you’ve done something to Mark, as if you have this big large chain leashing him to you because he grips on you tighter without any thoughts of letting you leave anymore. He gave you a warning, he gave you an option to leave. But it’s no longer there. He grunts.
“You’re making this hard for me sweetheart we’re you always this troublesome?” Mark growls watching you. You hum softly gazing down at his lips and eyes. “You do realise what you’re setting yourself in for, right?”
Mark spoke catching you off guard as you were already falling to his temptations like a mortal without any dignity. You strongly nod.
“I’m all yours Mark.”
God don’t say those words, it’ll be so hard to stop myself. Mark thought. He cursed you in his head wondering why you’re so compliant with this, you must be insane to be thinking of ever sleeping with him. Hell he could even kill you he doesn’t know. It’s just as risky as death, this was practically death to you. He doesn’t know how much control he’s going to have over himself to make sure you won’t hurt.
“Y/n…I don’t think this is..-“
You pull mark forward with a kiss on his lips, enough to let him know you’re fine with anything he’s willing to do and give you. If this is what helps him through the first rut she’s more than willing to. Perhaps your personal feelings got into the way, because you did end up having feelings for him, and you hate yourself for falling in love so quickly with the boy. But how can you not fall in love with him? Mark’s been an amazing company, a friend you could relate to, not only was he different, you really didn’t want him to live a bad life. He’s never hurt a fly. Mark survives on woodland animals or your freaking fridge.
He’s possibly one of God’s most Saint humans he’s ever created on this earth.
The next minute his lips were biting down on yours as he focuses on stripping you off the loose fabric. The man above you did as he pleases, exposing your bare skin to his eyes, you’ve blessed him the minute he was eyeing you down, he felt his mouth drooling just by looking at how flustered you already were from just a simple kiss.
You were rubbing on your legs together, becoming sensitive from just small areas like your neck. Mark husky voice paints your skin with goosebumps, as he speaks sweet nothings on them. Admiring the chain of reaction he has over your gracious body.
“you’re practically soaking down there, all from a kiss.” Mark announces with his deadly voice, slicking the fingers at your folds. You flinch upwards with a gentle moan, holding your palm on your mouth. He smirks, glancing up at you.
“I want to hear you y/n. Who do you belong to?”
You weren’t sure what’s gotten over you but you did not hesitate to announce that you were his only. To tell a boy you met in the woods late at night when he was trying to hunt you down like you’re his dinner, now this might be metaphorically just like that, he was burning for you, begging for some kind of release and physical touch. The hormones weren’t making it easier. Mark wasn’t thinking straight enough, you made him go absolute feral just by your consent and kissing alone. You grip the hem of his grey setback hoodie, looking him in the eyes.
“I belong to you, only you.”
Those words meant so little to other people in the society but to you and mark it changed the entire relationship dynamic. You see werewolves don’t mate for life but even though they take their picking partners seriously, if anything Mark would pick you over anyone. You’ve kept his secret. You’ve took him in your house. You came running for him just because he was going through his problems, you sacrifice a lot for him. Maybe this time, he should treat you. Make you his, give you the world. Work hard for you.
He wants a life with you he’s came to a conclusion. Mark doesn’t want to see you with anyone else but him.
The next minute you were stripped with a man with a chocolate abs hovering above you. You’d be loud enough to prevent neighbours to be worried for you, you aren’t going to surprised if tomorrow morning you run into them and they’ll be extremely awkward with you; there was no way they did not hear you, Mark was making it impossible to be quiet. Hell, he wasn’t going easy on you, but you loved that. Loving the way he was so animalistic about it, treating you with both love but can’t help to let out those whines and growls at once in your ears slipping them like music notes. The way he fit inside you with enough burning stretching, you became addicted to the pain. He whispers words of well done to you, words of how amazing you feel, that you’re his and no one else’s.
He can’t help but slip up a momentarily descriptive sentence that left you running laps, laps into liking the idea more and more the way Mark was begging for it.
“God Y/n do you want me to fill you up? Scream how much you want to be filled till you’re stuffed. Let others know what you want so badly.”
Mark groans feeling the inside become tighter, you were clenching unconsciously just by hearing the idea in your head, it sounded so good. You whine tugging your fingertips on his bare back, arching your body up as he was hovering you from behind, pounding without a single differ intention from stopping.
“please give it to me mark I’m begging. I need it.” You croak out into your hands. He smirks lazily, lifting you by your hair carefully. His lips start to trace you down like a map, marking you with reddish bruises going purple very quickly . His sharp canine teeth sent shudders down your spine practically.
“Mmm such a good girl for me. Taking whatever I give her. Never complaining.” He praises you, somehow leaning your validated with a warm happy emotion boiling in your abdomen.
Mark would do exactly as you wish. He won’t stop until you’re full as you demanded. Your walls painting white in his bodily fluids as he didn’t dare pull out immediately, Mark let’s you cock warm him for a while as he gathers the strength to drop his lifeles tired body beside you. You did the same rolling flat on your side of the bed.
Though by the end of it. You were both left in your calming presence. Mark pulling you closer as you snuggle in. He was much calmer and he felt happier it was with you. Him losing his first virginity to you. He whispers.
“you know when i asked what you felt for me?” mark softly tells in your ears as he was resting his face in your soft silky hair. inhaling your shampoo scent. you hum a soft yeah.
“I hoped you’d say you wanted to be more than friends.” he smiles to his childish thoughts. you look up with a soft grin,
Loving his round boba eyes watching you as if you meant so much to him, that he was so grateful for you. “I do. I love you.”
“I love you most, y/n.”
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quillpokebiology · 10 months
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Dacshbun Facts
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(Art by ktyon3 on Danbooru)
-The genus name for the Dachsbun line is "Panemis Canis." Panemis comes from the old words "Panis" and "Panem, " which both mean bread. Canis is the genus name for canine pokemon. The rough translation for the Dachbun line is "bread dog"
-Dachbun have been with humans for centuries, and are diverged from the Stoutland line and are close relatives of the Slurpuff line
-Dachsbun and Fidough were common Pokemon in Kalos until a civil war that left everyone hungry, when all of them were killed as they were accused of eating all of the bread
-Dachsbun sustain themselves on foods with high sugar as that’s what the yeast in their body needs to keep thriving
-If you have a Dachsbun who just had a litter of Fidough, you might notice they become more aggressive and clingy around them. This is completely normal behavior! Since Fidought hatch too soft for their own good, Dachbun mothers will cuddle around them because the warmth of their body hardens them out
-Dacshbun are the most common evolved pets in Paldea
-Dachsbund were actually bred in a region near Paldea where they were used as hunting dogs. The word Dach actually means badger, since they were used to hunt mustelids (like Furret). They became friendlier and more bread like with the rise of agriculture
-Dachsbun are slightly warm to the touch and make great cuddle buddies
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-A lot of people assume they they're like Appletun, where you can pick the pieces off and eat them. Don't do this! That can harm the Dachbun, and unless it's cooked, they're not edible!
-Anyways, yeah. Dachbun can be cooked and eaten
-They pair really well with Growlithe and Arcanine because of their well-baked body and Growlithe/Arcanine's heat
-Despite their body looking and feeling like bread, they still have really short fur all over them (the yellow parts being the exception; the fur is obviously longer there)
-While it might look like their toes are just regular dog toes, those are actually holes in its body! The slits in their toes help them get rid of excess yeast that would cause air bubbles to form
-Daschbun are sometimes nicknamed "Baguette dogs" for their long bodies
-Like fidough, Dachbun still don't have great hearing, so they have a great sense of smell to make up for it
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is-the-fox-video-cute · 7 months
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Looks like fox feeders may be responsible for an increase in foxes dying from leptospirosis;
Here is where I see how leptospirosis may be so rampant in Bristol foxes (and this would seem to be nationwide); over-feeding and the wrong foods. The reason so much food is buried is because it is too much for a fox to eat and, naturally, if you feed it even more food to stash it will keep coming back for more: it is not starving. If it looks thin it is because that is how a wild canid looks -slim and healthy and that keeps them on their paws for natural hunting of prey. It cannot be over-stressed just how bad over-feeding of foxes or any wildlife is. In some countries it is considered a wildlife crime to feed animals like foxes. It disrupts the natural prey-predator balance that keeps our eco system itself in balance. We have seen with dead foxes how, very quickly, even in a city a rat will move in to have a gnaw or corvids (crows, ravens, jackdaws, magpies) will descend to peck at the corpse. That is the way nature works. If a rescuer called out to a deer hit by a car finds it dead then they move the carcass off of the road and under hedges or grass verges because there is nothing else that can be done and it will provide a meal for a lot of wildlife from foxes, badgers, hawks and buzzards, etc. It’s other fate is for the local authority to pick it up (IF they do that) and incinerate it. In the UK we do not examine all wildlife whether road-kill or not like some countries do so letting nature take its course will help other animals survive. Really, we need to educate the public and foxes feeders especially on not to overfeed foxes (and badgers) and when it might be acceptable to feed supplementary food. I know that to many who are basically addicted to social media “Likes” denying them the ‘right’ to fill social media with videos and photos of foxes and badgers (and rats and mice) gorging themselves on huge plates of food is seen as something that they need to whip up the support of their ‘fans’ over I have faced that backlash more than a few times. I have been called “anti- fox” and many other things. I have seen the response “I will NEVER stop feeding my foxies!” so many times and even when you try to explain things simply there can be a backlash. Even explaining that a certain food should not be given to foxes has resulted in: “I feed that to my dog are you accusing me of animal cruelty?!” The big problem arises when you read “I’ve fed the foxes here twice a day for five years now I am moving (new home, job or abroad) what can I do?” The basic response which is somewhat moronic from people is “Get your neighbours to continue feeding them!” or “Explain to the neighbours that the foxes need to be fed regularly!” If you call out to a neighbour that your grass needs cutting so they should get to work on it I wonder what the reply might be? The feeder created the problem so they have to sort it out. Less feeding over time until the move. Whatever but it is not for neighbours to take over their “garden pets”. And the people luring foxes and badgers into homes should face prosecution over a wildlife crime. That fox or badger may walk into a neighbours kitchen or home expecting to get food and they become (if the person is terrified of either or anti fox) “problem animals” and then the pest controllers are called in.
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c-casu · 4 months
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After the Anthropocene mass extinction Earth lost a great portion of its former biodiversity, with only adaptable and (usually) small critters surviving, and thus inheriting a planet devoid of any competition from their bigger and more specialised relatives.
As the climate stabilised the plants started regaining their former diversity, allowing the herbivores to do so aswell, and the carnivores that preyed on them too.
As of now the main predatory clade of Africa are the felids, ranging from the big lions and leopards to the small wildcats. After the mass extinction only four species of them survived: the African golden cat, the African wildcat, the black-footed cat and the sand cat (plus the remaining jungle cat and feral cat populations that fused with the African wildcats).
These survivors were quick to fill the empty niches and diversified rapidly.
In ten million years the black-footed and sand cat remained quite small, only diversifying in a handful of desert and savannah species that hunted rodents, shrews, birds and reptiles. The African wildcat, on the other hand, other than for a myriad of jungle hunters, evolved into two directions: medium sized ambush predators, like the semi-arboreal Gorbofelis sorayae or Plejadkat, and pursuit predators, like the cursorial Celerailurus brevis or Kortoor-kat, that unlike cheetahs still retains retractable claws and remains a way more effective and successful hunter.
The African golden cat, being the biggest extant predator on the continent, became its new apex predator, quickly growing in size along with its prey, and evolving into a lineage of big ambush predators, culminating in the enormous Ajubaleo sankarai or Sankara’s cat, almost as tall as a man and capable of taking down the rhino sized hyraxes and antelopes of the Epigene.
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As cats diversified, other African carnivorans did too. Like in modern times, the second most dominant carnivoran clade are the canids, that will remain as such in Africa throughout the Epigene. The two biggest African dogs are the broad-faced dog or Lycothous latios, a big scavenger descended from jackals capable of crushing bones that bullies bigger predators away from their kill; and the African red wolf or rooiwolf (Afrolupus fulvus), a cursorial pack hunter descended from African wolves that tires its prey to death.
From foxed evolved the laangvos or Alopecocyon macrypus, a pale fox descendant that specialises in hunting small rodents, shrew and moles; and its close relative the Serengeti fox (Afrovulpes excavans), almost identical to its ancestor.
Of all the African otters only the spotted-neck one survived, with both basal forms like the Metahydra cancrivora, and giant ones, like the Gigantohydra leonina, capable of reaching a grown man’s shoulders when standing up and capable of competing with crocodiles in hunting antelopes drinking at the riverside.
Other mustelids survived too, although usually retaining their ancestral bodyplans, like the honey badger, whose African descendant, the golden badger (Mellivoroides chrysus), who retained its strong aposematic coloration only on its rearside, developing a more camouflaging golden coloration on the front to better ambush both small and “big” prey.
Out of the feliforms both Viverridae and Herpestidae survived in the savannah, usually remaining pretty unchanged, except for the meerkats (Neosuricata acutidens) who became facultatively eusocial like the naked mole-rats and developed a venomous bite.
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pitviperofdoom · 1 year
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Last thought on Mossflower before I move on, it's honestly fascinating to come back to the early books and see just how much BJ was just. throwing stuff at the wall at the beginning of the series. Like obviously Redwall has its beavers and its dog mentions and its horse-drawn haycarts, but in Mossflower we get our first glimpse of Salamandastron and wow that shit's kind of weird. It has a dragon motif for some reason! Bloodwrath isn't a thing yet! The Badger Lord is still the lone bulwark protecting the mainland from seafaring threats, but instead of the militaristic fighting force of the Long Patrol we see in later books, Boar has like, ten dudes! Two of them are kids! I guess the initial idea was that the Badger Lord is supposed to be a one-man army against all comers and the hares were just kind of extras? Which, fair, they're unstoppable juggernauts throughout the series, but Boar beefs it in the first and only real fight we see him in.
Speaking of, that final battle against Ripfang was bullshit. Literally eleven guys against a literal army, no strategy in sight. Gee Boar maybe your death wouldn't have been foretold if you exercised some brainier tactics than "walk out the front door and into the waiting army of pirates that are specifically here to kill you".
It's also bullshit that Martin didn't get to attend Gonff and Columbine's wedding. He was unconscious for a few weeks at most and they knew he was gonna pull through, there's no reason why his best friend couldn't have waited for him to wake up instead of springing "hey bud thanks for saving my homeland, I just celebrated a supremely important life event without you, welcome back to the world of the living!" I like Gonff but I'm genuinely offended on Martin's behalf.
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thezombieprostitute · 3 months
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Hi Zombie😌❤️ For your return trip:
I've read about intergalactic fics recently, and there's a particular interesting setting that soldiers could develop their spiritual animal that could fight alongside of them in a physical form.
Suppose you are one of the soldiers on the intergalactic battle field, who do you want to fight alongside with and why?(you could come up with their spiritual animals)
A. Ari, who always comes up with the craziest ideas and encourages you to jump from the fleet to the Bug's nest like he does. Crazy, but his plans always work out. Your superiors order you to pair up with him to train him to care about casualties.
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B. Steve, who you can always count on to have your six. But he is even more reckless than Ari. You could only pray that he gets lucky and escape Death in the next battle. Your superiors order you to pair up with him so he doesn't go solo as he always wants to.
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C. Curtis, who was born in Project Wilford, one of the deadliest soldiers alive. Rumor is he has gutted hundreds of Bugs in one battle, and made it out alive. He's mysterious and silent, and you can't help but wonder if he is a man or a literal killing machine. Your superiors pair you up with him to keep an eye on him, in case he runs wild.
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Bonus Extra: D, Winter Soldier. The real Killing Machine. Losing an arm in a battle before scientists made him a robotic one. The only reason why your superiors ask you to pair up with him is because the winter soldier is highly unstable, and that he had asked to see you (why is that? You don't have the slightest clue)
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Most of my contemplation on this has gone into what my own inner beast is/would be. I've settled on "Mutt". While different breeds can specialize in types of training, a mutt has the potential for all types, especially if it's a military service dog. So let's go through your list!
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Ari - I'm gonna say his inner beast (in this scenario) is a Firehawk. A bird that starts fires in order to flush out its prey with no consideration for the damage it causes.
For this, I'd probably be a mutt with guide dog training. Ari has this huge blindspot in his vision when it comes to casualties so I've been assigned to guide him through the parts he can't see. Additionally, guide dogs can practice selective disobedience so that they don't accidentally walk their human into traffic just because they got the command to walk. This will be very helpful for working with Ari and helping him to navigate casualty costs.
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Steve - I kinda wanna make Steve's inner beast a honey badger for this one. They are intelligent, fierce and survive a lot of things they shouldn't.
To help Steve's survivability, and to increase the likelihood he'll actually want to keep working with me, I think my inner beast would have to be a mutt trained for medical service. Whether it's getting him medical care or getting him out of danger until rescue can arrive, a medical service mutt would likely be most helpful.
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Curtis - I'm actually not sure what his inner beast would be. I'm torn between a shark and a large feline (i.e. Jaguar).
Either way, my inner mutt clearly needs PTSD/psychiatric support training. Learning to read his body language since he doesn't talk but also helping him find his voice again. Being a barrier between him and others when he needs it. Protecting him. Reminding him of his humanity and caring.
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Bucky - I'm sure a lot of people think Bucky's inner beast is a wolf. After all, one of his nicknames is White Wolf. But I don't think so. He's a sniper first. Silent, attacks from a distance, patient, solitary. His inner beast is an owl.
The reason he's asked for me is because, in this scenario, my inner beast is a mutt with military training in bomb detection. He lost his arm because, from his bird's eye view, he missed some traps that were set out. He's not gonna risk that again so he's asked for me to accompany him so we can keep each other safe. I'm his scout, his trap disarmer, bomb defuser, etc.
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I hope you find these answers satisfactory!
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foodandfolklore · 5 months
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The Wonderful Tea-Kettle
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Tea and teapots are a big part of Kitchen Witchcraft, and just Witchcraft in general. Tea Pots are one of those gadgets that can easily hold all four base elements. The material they're made can help heighten their properties. A keeping a metal tea pot, such as one made of iron or brass, can help protect your home. Brass is especially good at harnessing solar energy. A ceramic tea pot may help conversations. They can also be more easily decorated, and thus the symbols on them can have their own meaning to the owner.
Tea Pots are also chock full of prosperity and cooperation. You can have a friend over to chat over a cup of tea, and a small amount of tea leaves can make a lot of tea. But tea pots are also symbols of calm and solidarity. Sometimes you just need a bit of time to yourself to relax. And, I don't know why, but when my Kitchen Starts to get chaotic and messy; once I clean out my used tea pot and put it back where it's supposed to be, I feel less overwhelmed about cleaning the rest.
The following is a western retelling of a Japanese folktale about a shape shifting tea pot. In the original story, the creature the tea pot shape shifts into is a Tanuki; a kind of raccoon dog. But this retelling by William Elliot Griffis in 1908 refers to the creature as a badger. Because, at the time, that was closest thing they had to translate.
A long time ago there was an old priest who lived in a temple and was very devout. He was also very poor. He cooked his own rice, boiled his own tea, swept his own floor, and lived frugally as an honest priest should do.
One day the kettle in which he boiled water for his tea got broken, and he did not know what to do, as he had no money to buy a new one. But the next morning, behold! a shiny brass tea-kettle was sitting outside his door. Overjoyed he returned thanks, and built a fire in the square fireplace in the middle of the floor. A rope and chain to hold the rice-pot and tea-kettle hung down from the covered hole in the ceiling which did duty as a chimney. A pair of brass tongs was stuck in the ashes, and soon the fire blazed merrily. At the side of the fireplace, on the floor, was his tray filled with tiny teacups, a pewter tea-caddy, a bamboo tea-stirrer, and a little dipper. The priest having finished sweeping the ashes off the edges of the hearth with a little whisk-broom made of hawk's feathers, was just about to put on the tea when "suzz, suzz," sang the shiny tea-kettle spout; and then "pattari—pattari!" said the lid, as it flapped up and down, and the kettle swung backward and forward.
"What does this mean?" said the old priest with a start; for, wonder of wonders, the spout of the kettle had turned into a badger's nose with its big whiskers, while from the other side sprouted out a long bushy tail!
"Ho, ho!" cried the priest, with a long string of Japanese words which would sound strange to you. And in terror he dropped the tea-caddy, spilling the green tea all over the matting, as four hairy legs appeared under the kettle, and the strange compound, half badger and half kettle, jumped off the fire, and began running around the room. To the priest's horror it leaped on a shelf, puffed out its belly and began to beat a tune with its fore-paws as if it were a drum. The old priest's pupils, hearing the racket, rushed in, and after a lively chase, upsetting piles of books and breaking some of the teacups, secured the badger, and squeezed him into a keg used for storing pickled radishes. They fastened down the lid with a heavy stone, and felt sure that the strong odor of the radishes would kill the beast, for no man could possibly survive such a smell, and it was not likely a badger could.
The next morning the tinker of the village called in and the priest told him about his strange visitor. Wishing to show him the animal, he cautiously lifted the lid of the cask, lest the badger might, after all, be still alive, in spite of the strong vinegar pickles, when lo! there was nothing but the shiny brass tea-kettle. Fearing that the utensil might play the same prank again, the priest was glad to sell it to the tinker, who on his part secretly thought the priest had been dreaming, and was glad to give another kettle in exchange for it, and some cash to boot. He carried it proudly to his junk shop, though he thought it felt unusually heavy.
The tinker went to bed as usual that night with his tiny paper shaded lamp just back of his head. About midnight, hearing a strange noise like the flapping up and down of a pot-lid, he sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and there was the bewitched tea-kettle covered with fur and sprouting out legs. In short, it was turning into a hairy beast.
"Don't beat me or shut me in a vinegar keg," it said, "for I am really kind-hearted and wish you well."
"What can I do for you?" asked the tinker.
"Feed me a little rice now and then, and don't put me on the fire as that stupid priest did. Look here."
Going over to a corner of the room and taking a fan from the rack, the badger climbed up on the frame of the lamp, and began to dance on its one hind leg, waving the fan with its fore-paw. It played many other tricks, until the man started up, and then the badger turned into a tea-kettle again.
"I declare," said the tinker as he woke up next morning, and talked the matter over with his wife. "I'll just 'raise a mountain' on this kettle. It certainly is a very highly accomplished tea-kettle. I'll call it by some high-sounding name and exhibit it to the public."
"You've been dreaming," scoffed his wife; "that's only an ordinary brass tea-kettle."
"Just watch it and see," replied the tinker.
So they watched the next night, and sure enough it turned into a badger again.
The delighted tinker hired a professional showman for his business agent, and built a little theatre and stage. Then he gave an order to a friend of his, an artist, to paint scenery, with the sacred mountain Fuji yama in the background and cranes flying through the air, a crimson sun shining through the bamboo, a red moon rising over the waves, with golden clouds and tortoises and such like. Then he stretched a tight rope of rice-straw across the stage, and the handbills being stuck up in all the barber shops in town, and wooden tickets branded with "Accomplished and Lucky Tea-Kettle Performance, Admit One,"—the show was opened. The house was speedily filled, the people coming in parties, bringing their teapots full of tea and picnic boxes full of rice, and eggs, and dumplings made of millet meal, sugared roast-pea cakes, and other refreshments; because they came to stay all day. Mothers brought their babies with them, for the children enjoyed it most of all.
Then the tinker, dressed up in his wide ceremonial clothes, with a big fan in his hand, came out on the platform, made his politest bow and set the wonderful tea-kettle on the stage. At a wave of his fan, the kettle ran around on four legs, half badger and half kettle, clanking its lid and wagging its tail. How the children shouted; and so should you and I if we could only have been there! Next it turned into a badger, swelled out its body and beat a tune on it like a drum. It danced a jig on the tight rope, and walked the slack rope, holding a fan, or an umbrella in its paw, stood on its head, and finally at a flourish of its master's fan became a cold brass tea-kettle again. The audience were wild with delight, and as the fame of the wonderful tea-kettle spread, many people came from great distances to see it perform.
Year after year the tinker exhibited the wonder until he grew immensely rich. Then he retired from the show business, and out of gratitude took the old kettle to the temple again and deposited it there as a precious relic. The old priest was given a goodly sum of money to do nothing else but take care of it; and all his life it had all the rice and dumplings it wanted. After his death it turned into an ordinary kettle, and has stayed so ever since. If you don't believe it, you can go to the temple some day and see it for yourself.
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bonefall · 1 year
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How do you feel about the fox Hollyleaf adopted and then had to abandon bc something something "ohhh its inherently evil and will kill you in ur sleep" Hollyleaf shouldve raised the thing and sent it to rip anyone she hated to shreds.
I think the fox was supposed to be a lesson for Hollyleaf. To realize the pain of loving something so small and helpless, only for it to grow into something that wants you dead. Like that says something about how Leafpool loved her or whatever but then she told her to kill herself like a bad daughter.
Idk I hate Hollyleaf's Story, I think it's a terrible book. I think it utterly fails to address anything about Holly's ACTUAL arc, which is how her dogged loyalty to the code couldn't reconcile with her existence breaking it.
In a better series, I think Hollyleaf would have had a reckoning with the fact the Code isn't perfect and it's not evil, either. A code of laws is as flawed as the people who create it, and it's why it must be open to being changed.
But no instead we get a story about a character who's dedicated to the code losing her shit over the code not being perfect, getting a comphet ghost boyfriend who teaches her nothing, a struggle with a fox that teaches her that it sucks when your kids don't love you or something, and nonsensically concluding that the code's perfect after all.
As for the idea of Holly raising a fox... ehhh. I think Warriors made a REALLY bad implication when they started saying that the other animals are equally capable of complex thought and language as cats are. The badger attack in TNP, for example. Now badgers aren't just like... the WC equivalent of bears, now they're "Barbaric Hordes" who need to be chased out of THEIR homeland so the Better Race can take their shit. It's MEGA uncomfortable.
WC is a profoundly xenophobic series and it's one of the things I really want to fix.
Holly raising that fox (If it HAD to stay) should have been on the same level as a human raising a tiger cub. Bad for BOTH the cub and for the human as the tiger is unable to act on its natural instincts and the human is in serious danger. But I'm not planning to keep the fox cub.
I am open to the idea of foxes being scary intelligent by WC fauna standards, though. They can play tricks in a way that no badger or dog ever could. But never capable of language.
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strange-nights-rp · 7 months
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Meet the Clans - HollowClan
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🌾 Territory
Plains, rolling hills and grasslands. Flowers bloom everywhere during newleaf. The occasional live oak tree dot the landscape. Many ponds are scattered throughout the territory, fed by the overflowing creeks of TimberClan when it rains.
🌾 Camp
Burrow - HollowClan's camp consist of underground tunnels and rooms all linked together. Connecting the outside with the Burrow there's a short and wide tunnel that leads to a large common room where cats mingle and share tongues. To its left and upward there's a passageway to the leader's den, straight ahead sits the nursery and slightly downward to the right, the warriors' den. At the bottom there's the elder's den; right and upward of the common room, after a sharp turn one can find the medicine cat's den and right below it the apprentices' den. Other than the entrance there are three more tunnels, they do not immediately lead outside like the former, but to the intricate underground tunnel system that sits under HollowClan's territory. These tunnels are connected to the leader's, warriors' and the medicine cat's dens.
🌾 Landmarks
Twoleg Tower - An abandoned firewatch tower near camp, often used as a lookout point. During the first night after apprentices end their training and have recieved their warrior names they're tasked with standing guard and keep watch atop the tower until dawn as a rite of passage.
Burning Tree - A large cottonwood tree that caught on fire after being struck by lightning.
Horse Place - A small farm where horses are stabled for the nearby campsite, has a garden with many useful herbs. Non-clan cats can often be spotted there.
🌾 Weather
Usually warm and rainy in Newleaf, warm and cloudy in Greenleaf, cool and sometimes rainy in Leaf-fall, and cold in Leaf-bare.
🌾 Governmment
Traditionally leadership in HollowClan is passed down from parent to child. If the leader has more than one offspring and two or more wish to lead, the choice of best candidate is left to the rest of the clan by means of voting.
If the leader doesn't have any offsprings the moment they have to appoint a deputy, the choice again reverts back to the clan. Any cat who's at least had one apprentice may candidate themself. If more than three cats run for the position, then HollowClan's healer and leader choose the three most fitting cats and the whole clan votes.
🌾 Fauna
Prey - Snipe, pheasant, burrowing owl, great prairie chicken, ground squirrel, field mouse, pygmy rabbit, vole, lizard, frog, and the occasional creek and pond fish, such as orange-spotted sunfish, stoneroller and redbelly dace.
Predators - Fox, owl, hawk, eagle, rattlesnake, badger, coyote (rarely).
Other animals - Prairie dog (sacred, forbidden to kill or eat), deer, raven, crow, and the occasional horse or dog from the Horse Place.
🌾 Holidays
Prairie Dog Day - This festivity takes place at the start of Newleaf. Prairie dogs do not hibernate, but during Leaf-bare they stay in their burrows and enter a state that allows their bodies' system to slow down. When Newleaf is about to begin praire dogs leave their burrows and start mingling about in the drying grassland. The day after most prairie dogs wake up is considered Praire Dog Day. Every cat takes the day off to celebrate the end of the cold season, and they may give their rodent neighbors small "welcome back" gifts such as insect, and dry or fresh grass.
Midsummer - Held a couple of days after Summer Solstice, this festivity celebrates the arrival of Greenleaf and the season of fertility. Taking place during one of the longest day of Greenleaf, HollowClan cats wake up at dawn and stay up until dusk to watch the start and end of the day, and during both moments a feast is held. Throughout the day cats pick flowers and style them in their furs into elaborate decorations. Games are also arrenged; the most common is a version of tag that involves swimming, tunneling and running. Apprentices often play with prairie dogs as well.
🌾 Specialized Role
Tunnelers - HollowClan's cats should all be well-acquainted with the craft of tunneling, be it navigating tunnels or using them during hunts, all apprentices are taught the basics of tunneling during their training. But only a pawful of warriors decide to specialize in the field and become experienced workers tasked with mapping, maintaining and digging tunnels. Tunnellers also specialize in hunting underground.
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