#anteater noises

[beetlesayz]

You cannot (spawn) kill me in a way that matters

#qsmp fanart #qsmp purgatory #team bolas #qsmp bolas #anteater noises

[teaboot]

If you could pick 2 to 5 current animals to make a hybrid, what would you pick?

I would do platypus for most of the body, raven for wings and intelligence, peacock for coloring, and pigs for the noises because pig snorts make me laugh.

Asks are supposed to be fun, if you don't want to answer or take a while to answer that is perfectly fine. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

I have been thinking about this ALL DAY

My ideal animal to play God at making would HAVE TO BE:

Soft. Ideally pettable. Furry, but not like. Bristly or oily

Not stinky. Dogs always smell like foot, I'm sorry

Affectionate, but not clingy

Character-ful. Imperfect. TOO cute or sweet and we get into uncomfortable uncanny Valley territory.

Self-sufficient. Will it survive in it's natural habitat? Can it protect itself from stupid people? Needs some form of self-defense.

NOW, given these criteria I have chosen THESE CREACHURS :

MOLE

Mole fur sticks directly up from its body to minimize friction when digging forwards OR backwards. With the fur of the mole, THIS CREACHUR is PETTABLE IN ALL DIRECTIONS.

2. CRESTED AUKLET

For some godforsaken reason, the crested anklet is a bird which releases the smell of SWEET TANGERINES, a scent which I am personally fond of. THIS CREACHUR smells DELIGHTFUL.

3. DOMESTIC CAT

THIS CREACHUR is AFFECTIONATE TOWARDS HUMANS, but not so much that it's constantly trying to crawl up your ass. IDEAL SOCIAL COMPANION

4. SILKY ANTEATER

The silky anteater, like the platypus, is a SLIGHTLY FUCKED LITTLE GUY. Look at him. He's adorable, but not saccharine. He's approachable. Believable. Somewhat muppet-like. A real down-to-earth guy. An everyman sort of freak. A friend.

5. EMPEROR SCORPION

One of the more chill scorpions, the Emperor Scorpion is MILDLY VENOMOUS. By which I mean, like. Bee sting-level. You probably won't let your toddler goof around with one, but you could still feasibly keep one as a pet. THIS CREACHUR is SECURE

TO CONCLUDE:

We are looking at an affectionate, roughly kitten-sized animal with a cat's temperament and the fur of a mole, which smells of citrus fruits, is shaped like a silky anteater, and is able to deliver a first-painful, then mostly-just-itchy sting when threatened. Artist's render pending

[marlynnofmany]

Finger Talking

Captain Sunlight had said that these clients didn’t speak any trade language she’d ever learned, and as I caught sight of the two intelligent being who looked like the end result of what happens if hummingbirds nudge into anteaters’ ecological niche, I didn’t find that hard to believe.

They were green-feathered, flightless birds, with long beaks, longer tongues, and clawed feet dexterous enough to type out messages on the big keyboard they had laid out on the ground. It looked like the kind of thing I would have danced on as a kid. I pretended that I wasn’t imagining doing that now, as the shorter of the two sent a message onto the display screen that they wanted to haggle.

Mur stepped forward, tapping my ankle with a tentacle to say he had it covered. “Oh, you want to pay more? Double price, please.”

The beaky birds were of course grumpy about this. The short one typed quickly in a fashion that I was amused to realize was hunt-and-peck.

I looked down at Mur, who was cheerfully braiding grass with two tentacles, and waving several others like he was conducting an invisible squid orchestra. He was enjoying himself.

The screen beeped that the message was ready. It read, “We know our rocks are valuable to you. Ten barrels of your rocks for each barrel of our rocks.”

Okay, I hadn’t actually known the price that had been set ahead of time for this little exchange. These folks didn’t use standard currency, so when they sent out a request via random traveler for someone to bring them coal — something that was scarce their planet — in trade for shiny rocks that they had in abundance, Captain Sunlight had gone for it.

And if the rough gemstones bedazzling the cart that these birds had come in were any sign, we were about to make a very good deal no matter what the exchange rate was.

Mur said, “Two for one is already pretty generous. I’ll raise it to three, how about that?”

The birds conferred with each other briefly, making noises that echoed like someone trilling their tongue down a long tube — which was a pretty accurate description of what was happening, really. The short one typed in a reply.

I caught a glimpse of “8 for 1” before the alien technology did what technology everywhere does best: it failed unexpectedly. The screen spasmed wild patterns before going dark, and no amount of punching the keys made it light up again.

“Hm,” Mur said to me. “This could put a crimp in things. Maybe we should call Coals or Trrili?”

“They mostly do written translation,” I said. “And Trrili doesn’t strike me as the tactful sort.”

Mur twirled a tentacle to say I’d made a good point, while the birds tried to revive their tech with no luck. “I guess we just throw out numbers until we hit on something they look happy with,” he said. “This is going to be rough.”

“It shouldn’t be too bad,” I said. “At least they’ve learned the language, even though they can’t speak it. Honestly, I’ve had worse conversations before my vet training covered Gorilla Sign Language.”

He looked up at the unfamiliar word. “Nationality?”

“Species. Long story. Remind me to tell you about Citizen Animals on Earth.”

The birds were starting to disassemble the keyboard casing, using their claws like precision tools (though the tall one gave me the impression that more vigorous smashing was an eagerly-anticipated Plan B). They looked up when I stepped forward, holding up fingers.

“Five for one.” I flicked the fingers one at a time to count. “Five of ours, for one of yours.”

They caught on immediately, and luckily for all of us, they had the right number of talon-fingers to make this primitive conversation work.

Mur was no help, standing two steps back and holding up excessive numbers of tentacles, entertaining only himself. The birds and I managed to ignore him.

We settled on seven-for-one. I could have pushed for six, but I felt bad for them, and anyway I knew that we had the coal already portioned out into fourteen crates. The math was easier this way.

As we walked back toward the ship, to start bringing out the crates that Blip and Blop were unloading at the door, Mur chuckled beside me. “That was fun. I want to come up with ways to communicate like that more. Maybe cheating at table games.”

“I’d offer to teach you some actual sign language,” I said, “But everything I know is designed with fingers in mind.”

“That’s okay. I don’t need proper language to beat the scales off Eggskin. C’mon, it’ll be great. I’ll win several rounds in a row, they’ll get annoyed and demand to know how, I’ll explain, then refuse to give any winnings back. Perfect plan. Great times.”

I had to smile at that. “We’ll see,” I said. “First let’s finish the actual business.”

“Yep, yep, can’t forget that,” Mur agreed. “Maybe we’ll play table games with expensive rocks as tokens, like the high-society snobs we all are.”

“Sounds like great times to me,” I said.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #technology doing what technology does best #fail unexpectedly #that part's my favorite line; no lie #sign language #in spaaace

[sunrayram]

im super interested in alastor’s and niffty’s dynamic in this au!! im not really sure how to word this question but do you have anything youve been thinking about with them, outside of him just being very protective/possessive over her, and her still being fairly loyal to him? any headcanons or ideas you have for the two of them?

Alastor has two whole friends before the events of canon, Mimzy and Nifty. Even though he'll never admit it, he desperately needs both of them.

I've gone into his relationship with Mimzy before, but she basically acts as the only person Alastor can really let loose around. Alastor only really has some genuine fun when Mimzy's around.

When it comes to Nifty, she's the closest thing Alastor has to family on this side of the mortal plane. Nifty is the first soul Alastor owned, and it was honestly a pretty painless affair. At the time, Nifty's ex-husband had still been alive in hell, and Alastor promised to keep her safe in exchange for her soul. The ex-husband has long since been dealt with, but Nifty has no complaints about Alastor still holding her soul. She once jokingly told him that it was likely in safer hands now.

here's some fun stuff about these two!

Alastor cooks, and Nifty bakes. Nifty is the only one who's allowed to go in and out of the kitchen with no complaints from Alastor, and they can spend hours there together, singing along to classic jazz from the radio.

Alastor is not allowed to just say whatever he wants on his radio show, since it's now a part of the Jackpot Casino. That means he has a lot of opinions built up that he's not allowed to share. If he's not yelling these opinions at Husk, he's passionately sharing them with Nifty. She thinks they're funny. Sometimes, she'll bargain with him. He'll be allowed to rant for an hour, and then she'll get an hour to read her latest fanfiction out loud. Only her sfw stuff tho, obviously. (She reads him found family fic as a not-so-subtle-hint of how she feels about him. It goes right over his head.)

Nifty and Alastor play a weird version of fuck/marry/kill when they have the same shifts at the casino. Nifty points out the people she'd fuck/marry, and Alastor points out the people he'd kill. It's fun, I guess.

Nifty really really wants them to get a pet. Alastor banned any discussion of dogs, and Nifty's slightly allergic to cats. She has a list she's been secretly making of animals she thinks Alastor would like. It goes as follows:

Possum: eats bugs. Frog: no fur, not dirty (?) eats bugs. Alligator: Alastor has an alligator skull. Might like them. Bat: eats bugs. Con: Might have rabies? Deer: Maybe some form of kinship. Pig: Actually pretty clean. Makes funny noises. Anteater: eats bugs.

Alastor loves collecting trinkets, which actually annoys Nifty to no end bc it means his room isn't clean/organized. He apologizes by bringing back little gifts whenever he goes out. He also keeps his collections away from areas Nifty frequents so it doesn't bother her as much.

Alastor has banned Nifty from gambling at the casino. The one time she tried, she lost almot 500,000 dollars in one night. Even Husk was horrified.

They're both a bit mad, but they like it that way. Nifty's one of the only people around who doesn't want Alastor to change. Whether or not that's a good thing ... ehhh who knows. But it's priceless to him.

#ask #hazbin hotel #bad beat au #hazbin hotel au #au #alastor #hazbin alastor #nifty #hazbin nifty

[modelbus]

Mcyt’s when you’re toxic in a game

I’ve been playing valorant lately, so why not? When I say toxic I mean more of a fun toxic, not violently bullying if that makes sense.

Mcyt’s included: Tommy, Dream, Sapnap, Wilbur

Tommy

Flabbergasted

He’s never seen you be so creatively aggressive before, not towards others in a game.

He immediately starts laughing though, so hard that he pushes his chair back and nearly falls out of it. He does die in the game though, not even caring about that.

You laugh with him, the sound of his laughter infectious.

The second he’s back he’s jumping to insulting others with you, and the two of you start tag-teaming your (not so) innocent teammates.

"Go play fortnite" may or may not have been used, along with the classic "step on Legos."

“Wait, I’ve got this one, I’ve got it!” Tommy exclaims, and the sounds of him frantically typing can be heard over your call.

“Make it good, come on.” You urge.

“I’m typing! I’m typing!”

The second his typing noises stop, a message appears in chat for all players to see. “I’m about to build a bible and pray for better teammates” it reads.

There’s a moment of silence over the call before the both of you burst into loud laughter.

The two of you can’t be toxic together for long though, because by the end of one match you’re both laughing too hard to think.

Dream

Dream’s a lot like Tommy, definitely.

Laughing, a bit of surprise.

But years of Sapnap have prepared him for his toxic arc, he’s been secretly keeping his toxicity inside the entire game.

He barely needs a moment to read over your chat messages before sending his own, each getting more and more outlandish.

Let’s be honest, he’s trying to impress you with his creative insults that just barely manage to bypass the chat filter.

And let’s not get started when the other team is toxic back, your voice call quickly becomes shouts of wounded egos.

“They called you an idiot sandwich!” You yell, catching the message before Dream does.

“Who the fuck are they?! GORDAN FUCKING RAMSEY?!” He yells right back. “We have to kill them now. We HAVE to.”

“I’ll do it, they’re so bad that I can beat them with my eyes closed.”

And, true to your word, you kill them nearly instantly when the next round starts. Dream cheers you on the entire way before he dies.

Needless to say that the person who killed him starts the cycle again.

If either of you goes too far though, Dream would pull back and insist on finding a better game.

He's not looking to get banned, how else can the two of you be toxic again later?

Sapnap

This is the KING of toxicity

Okay, maybe not king, but Sapnap can be toxic when he wants to be.

He doesn’t need any time, not even a breath, before he’s down in the trenches with you, flying insults at the other team.

There’s a little bit of laughter, but creative toxicity is serious business between the two of you.

The call is full of yelling, and conferencing on the best insult to send at the other players.

While you are avoiding the swear-blocker and any chance of being reported, Sapnap simply does not give a fuck.

It barely takes five minutes before he’s kicked out of the game for his insults, leaving you alone.

You’re both so surprised at the suddenness of it that the call goes completely silent.

"...huh." You say after watching his icon vanish and a message appears showing he was taken out.

"I got- I was- I'm on a penalty." Sapnap groans, and you can imagine him slouching down in his chair.

After another moment you speak up again. "What do you think did it? Which message? The anteater one? The rotten milk one?"

"No fucking way, it was when I said I was going to pay them to delete their account." He laughs.

"I stand by that you should've done it."

You make sure to win the game for him, but not without one last message.

"Game so easy it might have been the tutorial."

Wilbur

Wilbur, oh Wilbur, he is afraid of the ban hammer.

When you start sending messages he finds it funny, but he doesn't join in. He doesn't tell you to stop, either, so it's a win for you and you keep going.

After a minute or so he'll join in, but only verbally in the call between you two.

Soon enough you're stealing his insults to send, and the reaction from others prompts the both of you to create new ones.

They aren't ever directly mean, either, which makes them so much better.

"Even your imaginary pets are ashamed of you :("

After a while the layers of the insults get so deep they're just a confusing mess to people who aren't you two.

And it's still the funniest thing in the world.

The other team is aware it's an insult, but they can't figure out how, meaning you can say whatever you want and not get reported.

"Here's one, they shoot worse than Hamilton." Wilbur suggests, and you quickly type it up.

"We're the Burr to their Hamilton." You laugh.

Wilbur dies seconds later, groaning. "My backup was a glob of snot, please inform them of that."

Hell if you have any idea what that means, but off it goes for his backup to figure out. This was the most fun you've had playing a game, your face starting to hurt from how hard you're grinning.

Most of the insults he inputs tend to be history related: "Someone is putting this game into their resume for the United Nations", and "he's roleplaying as JFK."

The insults are creative enough that they stick for days afterward, and the two of you exchange them in the company of others, leaving them all confused.

#mcyt #dsmp #mcyt imagine #dream x you #dream x reader #tommyinnit x reader #dream mcyt #dream #tommyinnit #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you

[star-light-imagines]

can you do Bakugo x reader with an anteater quirk? like reader has massive powerful claws that can break through cement and they have really long tongue.. but they also have little round ears and a big fluffy tail

☆. ┊ Thanks you so much for your request, I hope you like what I came up with!

Hey, Fluffball.

☆.｡.:* Includes- katsuki bakugo x reader. fluff. dating relationship. soft bakugo. teasing. protective boyfriend.

☆.｡.:* Warnings- gn!reader! fluff, cute moments, nicknames, teasing.

☆.｡.:* Word Count- 2,933

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The warm sun shined down from above as you stood barefoot on the sand, waves of cold clear water just inches from your toes. The fresh scent of sea salt engulfed your senses as a gust of wind blew around your body. 

Everything around you felt serene and peaceful, even the seagulls that were flying high up in the clouds seemed to relish in the bliss that you had the privilege of living in. You closed your e/c eyes slowly before inhaling deeply through your nose, the muscles in your shoulders relaxed. 

“Babe!” A husky voice echoed. 

You gently reopened your eyes as you searched for the direction of the voice, your head turning around the vast beach coastline. Your attention was caught by the blurry figure of a man in the distance, his strong muscular stature waved at you from down the beach. 

The heart in your chest started pounding like the persistent waves against the crumbing cliffs, the man called out towards you again and you couldn’t stop your feet from moving towards his voice. The first few steps were timid, unsure of whether to draw closer but once you had caught a glimpse of vermillion eyes, your steps quickened. 

“Babe! Come here!” The spiky blonde bellowed. 

A smaller figure appeared next to the larger man's figure as they both motioned for you to join them, the pounding of your heart rang in your ears as you started to race towards the two. Quick, rapid breaths let your mouth as you desperately ran down the beach to get to them, wanting nothing more than to be with the man who was calling out to you so lovingly and excitingly. 

The child was calling out to you happily as you ran, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying over your own breaths and the crashing of the waves on the sand beside you. 

Beep!

Your head jerked suddenly at the faint sound in your ears, before you looked back at the man just a couple of steps before you. A bright smile on his lips as he extended a hand towards you, his expression softening as he looked into your e/c eyes. 

His mouth opened to say something and your heart fluttered at the sight of the soft expression of love reflected in his vermillion eyes. 

BEEP!

You gasped loudly as the digital alarm blared and jolted you from your deep sleep. The quickened breaths dwindled down as you surveyed the dorm room with squinted eyes, the ‘6:00 a.m’ lighting up your face from the clock on the bedside table. 

You slapped a hand down to turn off the blaring noise, coming to terms with the fact you had to get out of bed for the day. Being careful of the claws you’ve become adjusted to, you rubbed the remnants of sleep from your eyes as you stretched and stepped out of bed. 

The little round ears on your head twitched at the sounds of doors opening and closing from the hallway, signaling to you that your classmates had also started to get ready for class that morning. 

You yawned loudly as you grabbed your uniform from your closet, a blush crept onto your face as your thoughts drifted to the dream you had been pulled away from. The vermillion eyes burned into your memory as you hid your face in the fabric in your hands. 

‘Bakugo..’

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The elevator doors opened with a chime as the bustling noise of your classmates greeted your ears. A low grunting voice made your heart skip a beat as you exited the elevator, your breath hitched as the ears on your head twitched and strained to make out the words of his faint voice. 

The tail behind you puffed up slightly in excitement, your steps quickened towards the lounge and kitchen area. When you stepped into the room, your eyes instantly caught the sight of the ashy blonde that occupied your mind day and night. 

“Good Morning Bakugo!” You greeted sweetly, a smile plastered on your face. 

“G’morning sleepyhead.” He greeted, the corners of his lips turned up slightly. 

He pulled a hand out from his pants pocket and extended it towards your head, his sharp brows pinched together as he ran his fingers through your hair fixing the remnants of bed head you had missed when brushing. 

Your cheeks turned pink with embarrassment at the slight affection he was showing you so early in the morning. You were used to his teasing behavior and sly remarks, but when he would switch to being caring and loving it always made your stomach flip. You were convinced he knew this too, and would pull out his sweet words when you least expected it just to see your reaction and tease you for it. 

“What’s wrong Fluffball? Your face got pink all of a sudden.” He teased with a smirk. 

You let out a huff of air as you pouted up at your boyfriend. “You know I don’t like being called Fluffball.” 

Hah!

His vermillion eyes narrowed playfully as he gave you a lopsided grin, showing his teeth. His hand extended out towards your head again, his warm fingers pinched one of the ears on your head sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth twitched from amusement as he caught the slight movement and the deepening blush on your cheeks, his eyes shined brightly as he stored that information away in his memory. 

“But it suits you so well! Fluffy ears, fluffy tail, you are a fluffball.” He teased with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“Why can’t you call me ‘Babe’ or ‘Love’ instead?” You asked, clear annoyance brimming at your tone. 

“Where’s the fun in that? You're a Fluffball, get used to it.” He said, grinning down at you. 

Bakugo intertwined his large hand with your smaller one, heat radiated off his skin and onto yours as he led you over to the breakfast that was prepared while you were still getting ready for school. 

You watched his back as you were dragged behind him, your eyes trailed along his wide shoulders and firm back before they caught onto the pink dusted ears peeking out from under his spiky hair. A small smile formed on your lips as your mind was flooded with thoughts of seeing him blush around you, for you. 

He stopped curtly at the buffet of breakfast food that Momo and Iida had prepared for everyone that morning, his hand loosened from yours as he reached for two plates and extended one towards you. Bakugo started to pile food onto his plate as well as yours with a grumble rumbling from his chest when he saw that you had only chosen a few things to eat. 

Bakugo leaned in closer to you, his body towering over you as he reached past your figure to grab a piece of toast. His lashes fluttered as he focused his attention on his actions, the overwhelming sweet scent of caramel flooded your senses. The jackhammering of your rapid heartbeat rang in your ears as you watched him with a mixture of nervousness and excitement running through your veins. 

Vermillion eyes locked with yours as he pulled back an inch, his face still close enough to where you could smell the mint toothpaste he had used that morning as he breathed. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of your tail swishing back and forth behind you, his mouth twisted into a sly smile. 

“Eat this.” He ordered, holding the piece of toast to your mouth. 

You looked at him with a raised brow before slowly lifting your hand to try and grab the piece of toast from him, but he moved it out of your reach. You narrowed your e/c eyes at him as he smirked at you from above and shook his head. 

“Let me feed you Fluffball.” He repeated with a sly smile on his lips. 

The blush on your face turned crimson at his words, the swishing of your tail stalled as it curled in excitement and your ears twitched ever so slightly as the fur felt as if it had been jolted with electricity. 

You opened your mouth timidly as you conformed to his request and let him hand feed you the piece of toast from his plate.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Bakugo’s large hand was intertwined in yours as you two walked to class together,  his other hand placed firmly in the pocket of his pants. Your nose crinkled with happiness as you glanced at him as you walked down the hall holding hands with your boyfriend, you knew that you had found your soulmate. 

Your anteater quirk may have made you unique, but it was the love and respect Bakugo gave you made you believe you could actually be a hero someday. He had made it clear from the day you two spared against each other that he wouldn’t go easy on you, and he stuck by his word, he may of won against you easily in the beginning on the year but now that you had trained your quirk had grown strong enough to be more of a threat on the sparring mat. 

He saw the potential you had from day one and made sure you saw it too, making sure to give you notes and tips on your form and how to best use your claws in order to give more destructive blows. 

As you entered the classroom, the rest of your classmates greeted you warmly. They had witnessed your relationship blossom from the very beginning. They all knew how good you and Bakugo were for each other and how perfectly your quirks complemented each other in battle.

As you took your seats, Bakugo gave you a quick peck on the cheek before turning his attention to the lesson plan. You couldn't help but smile. It was moments like these that made you feel grateful for everything in your life.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Hey, Fluffball!” A husky voice calls out to you. 

The conversation you were having with Tsuyu paused suddenly at the deliberate call for your attention. You rolled your eyes playfully as you turned your head to the familiar voice, e/c eyes meeting the deep vermillion as he stared at you from across the classroom. 

“Yes Bakugo?” You questioned with a smirk playing on your lips. 

“Are you going to eat lunch with me or are you staying here with leapfrog.” 

Ahem!

“Rude.” Tsuyu scolded him with narrowed eyes. 

“I'm going to stay here today, we are talking about how Hatsume is upgrading our costumes and I want to get some more Ideas for it.” You explained with a bright smile beaming up at him. 

A rumble left his throat as he grumbled under his breath, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck in frustration that he had to settle eating lunch with Kirishima and Sero instead of you by his side. 

“Fine, whatever.” He scoffed.

Bakugo stood from his seat, walking towards the classroom door before moving slowly, past your desk and leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You should start calling me Katsuki, Babe.” 

Your face flushed bright red at the words as he walked out of the classroom, leaving you a stuttering mess as you tried to answer Tsuyu’s questions on what Bakugo had whispered to you. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Wait, remind me again. Who is Hatsume?” He asked, trying to remember the name. 

“Bakugo, really?” You laughed, giving him a lopsided grin. “She’s the support class engineer who fought against Iida in the sports festival.”  

“Oh yeah, the girl who wouldn’t shut up about her Inventions. Are you sure it’s a good idea to let her work on your support items?” He questioned. 

“Yeah, Ochaco and Midoryia both said she made great adjustments to their gear and mines in need of some desperate changes to accommodate my new skills.” You explained while thinking back to how you’ve been needing to update your costume since getting your provisional license but had kept postponing it. 

You opened the door to the support classroom with Bakugo beside you, the thick scent of smoke filled your nose and thick gray clouds escaped from the room from the opened door. As the smoke cleared you could see the pink haired girl jumping around the room excitedly as she continued to work on her various projects, not even noticing as you entered the room. 

“Welcome in, you here to get new support items for your hero costume right?” Power Loader confirmed as he looked at the form you submitted earlier in the week. 

“Yes, it would be nice if I could -” You started before getting interrupted. 

“OH! If you want support Items I have plenty!” Hatsume gushed excitedly. 

“I read the form too, you want something more comfortable and supportive of your claws right? But also something that can enhance the destructive power, since you can already break through cement it would be amazing to see how much more your claws could do with my baby’s help.” Her eyes lit up wildly as she examined your claws and hand sizes. 

“Just wait here, I have the perfect baby for you.” She exclaimed before running off to dig through the pile of support items she had stacked in a corner. 

As she threw items around to search for the one she had been looking for, a particular item had flown towards you. Bakugou quickly extended out a hand to grab the discarded support item in his hands and set off the crackling explosion in his palms as his annoyance bubbled over at the girl. 

“HEY! MOTOR MOUTH! WATCH IT!” He fumed, his lips drew back in snarl. 

“Opps! I found what I was looking for though! Here, try these.” Hatsume cheered as she handed you the support item to try on and started to explain how it worked and what it would enhance for you. 

At first the invention had seemed great and you were contemplating adding it to your hero costume, when you noticed the smoke starting to radiate from the support item. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to process what had happened to it, whereas Bakugo had much quicker thinking time and reflexes. He tore the support item out of your hands and threw it across the room with rapid breaths as his chest rose and fell. 

The small explosion that followed was not caused by the ashy blonde standing beside you, but the support item that he discarded across the room that had just been in your hands. Your eyes widened as you looked back at Bakugo whose eyebrows were furrowed heavily as he stared at the pink haired girl who was mumbling about her other inventions. 

“THAT’S IT!” He scowled angrily. 

“I can’t take anymore of this insanity, power loader you better make sure whatever crazy eyes here creates for y/n doesn’t explode!” He ordered before interlocking your hand with his and dragged you out of the room. 

As you walked back to your dorm room, Bakugo's grip on your hand tightened. "I'm not letting anything happen to you," he said, his voice low and fierce. You squeezed his hand in response, grateful for the unwavering support he had always shown you.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“I had a really good dream about you last night.” You mumbled happily as you laid your head on his chest. 

His chest rumbled underneath you as he chuckled.”Oh? What happened in this dream of yours, Fluffball.” 

“We were on a beach, it was really peaceful and we were older but not too much older than we are now.” You start relaying your dream to him as you close your eyes to remember the details. 

“Hm. Sounds boring.” He teased as he ran his fingers gently through your hair, ever so slightly brushing against your ears every now and then. 

A shiver ran down your spine at the contact of the warmth radiating from his hand connecting to the small round ears on your head, your tail curling with excitement as you breathed out peacefully and your lashes fluttered closed. 

“It was peaceful and serene. The day was perfect, we didn’t have to work, there were no villains needing to be taken down, no wars to fight. We were just enjoying the bliss while it lasted and-” You stopped suddenly, your breath catching in your throat as you remembered the small figure that appeared. 

“And?” He urged you to continue. 

“And I’m pretty sure we had a child with us too.” You mumbled, a blush crept on your face as you tried to hide the pink dusting your cheeks by rubbing your face into his chest. 

“You're right, that does sound like a really good dream.” Bakugo commented after a moment of silence between you. “I’ll make sure to make that dream come true for you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

☆○o。A/N: Would you look at that, I didn't write him cussing in this one. I figured I should at least have one post where he wasn't cussing the whole time.

I'm sorry that this is shorter than my other works, but I wanted to keep this one more light and flowy.

#katsuki bakugo imagines #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo fanfiction #bakugo imagines #bakugo headcanons #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #katsuki bakugo x you #bakugo fanfic #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou x self insert #bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugou imagine #bakugou imagine #bakugo hcs #bakugou hcs #bakugo imagine #bakugo x self insert #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki imagine #bakugo katsuki fluff #bakugo katsuki fanfiction #bakugo katsuki x you #bakugo katsuki x reader

[fatehbaz]

me: in the break room on phone, smiling widely, nodding with satisfaction, sighing

coworker: “what are you looking at???”

me:

They thought they might get stuck in the mud, but there was no thought of turning back. It would take another hour and a half to get to their destination. Giving up was not an option. They were after a holy grail of conservationists  —  a live sighting and registration of one of the rarest of the rare armadillos in the world, the elusive Chacoan fairy armadillo (Calyptophractus retusus), also known as the greater fairy armadillo, the mythical culotapado of local lore, or tatujeikurajoyava to the Guaranis of the Bolivian Chaco. Alternatively called tatu or coseberu by those in the cities, or “the cryer” by its 18th-century discoverers, it is also known to science as Burmeister’s armadillo. There was a lot of excitement. [...] Hearts were pounding with anticipation. [...] [T]he team was headed east, up Bolivia’s Highway 7, Doble Via La Guardia, toward the mining town of Camiri in the transition area between Amazonia and the Chaco dry forest. [...]

“There was no doubt, we had a culotapado,” said Bustillos, using the local name for the Chaco fairy armadillo, grateful to observe one of the rarest species in the world, alive. He explained how its back end appears to be sealed with a shield that keeps soil from sliding back as it digs down, and permits it to move and “swim” down at a 45-degree angle. [...] Bustillos said those were important observations of this unique animal, just fractions of an inch to an inch longer than its smaller cousin, the pink fairy armadillo of Argentina. It acts like a mole in its adaptations to subterranean life, said Bustillos, but instead of caving in search of food or escape, it submerges itself — swimming in the sand — and there it lives unnoticed. It is a species of armadillo in the family Chlamyphoridae. “It has a unique tail which he can use as a tripod,” Bustillos told Mongabay. No other armadillo has that use of its tail, he said. [...] What distinguishes the Chacoan fairy armadillo from other armadillos is that all others have a hard shell,  Bustillos explained. This one has a soft shell, like skin [...]. “It was just a shock seeing such a strange naked pink-looking animal,” he added. “Huge claws for its size. Delicate looking. It makes a noise like a baby.” [...]

That noise was heard, by many of the first to see the peculiar little animal, as a cry of the [...] “duende,” the ghost-like pixie humanoid of South American myth, and so it is also called, “el lloron,” the crier. [...]

Closely related to anteaters and sloths, but not to the similar-in-appearance pangolins, armadillos range in color from the baby pink in Bustillos’s hands to the dark brown of the ‘tatou,’ as the giant armadillo is also known. [...]  [T]here is a subtle but significant difference in the hue of the pink in this armadillo versus those of the same species found in the Gran Chaco itself [...]. The ones found in the Amazonian region are a baby pink color, like a pale salmon, he notes, while in the dry forest of the Chaco the same species is a darker, stronger, more vivid pink. [...] Encounters with the lighter-hued fairy armadillos in this area are still fewer --  just 12 registrations in the 161 years since 1859, making it the rarest of the rare. Underscoring the rarity of this find and the difference in appearance, Bustillos noted that after a 10-year intensive effort by the Wildlife Conservation Society in the Kaa-Iya del Gran Chaco National Park and Integrated Management Natural Area, Bolivia’s largest national park, the result was just 12 official registrations between 2000 and 2010. Only three have ever been registered in Argentina, and Paraguay registered eight in the period of 1959 to 2020 [...].

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Headline, images, captions, and text published by: Milan Sime Martinic. “Sighting of super rare Chacoan fairy armadillo in Bolivia ‘a dream come true’”. Mongabay. 21 December 2020. [Includes photos by Ivan Gutierrez Lemaitre, and commentary by field researcher Huascar Bustillos Cayoja.]

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Bonus round, involving the other species of fairy armadillo (Chlamyphorus truncatus, the pichiciego or pink fairy armadillo of Argentina):

[pianocat939]

Hello! Can I plz request the rottmnt brothers (separately) react to their s/o being a hybrid? For Leo the reader is a Kitsune, for Raph the reader is a wolf, for Donnie the reader is a bunny, and for Mikey the reader is a neko. It's ok if no tho! :)

(Ps: The reader can fight but is also extremely innocent and doesn't understand dirty jokes, ty!)

I gotta be honest with you mate. I hate the "I can fight but I'm really innocent" personality. It reminds me of the days I read the cringiest Wattpad fanfics (Wattpad was a dark era for me. I wish to never witness it again). It's true that people like them do exist but it's doubtful considering fighting has a lot of well...blood and trauma. And besides, I don't even have dirty jokes on here.

Since the request did say significant other this is purely romantic.

Tw: mention of insomnia, I don’t think there’s anymore since this is a non-crazy turtles one

Turtles with MC Being a Hybrid

✦Reasonable Amount of Chicken Bone✦

Wolf hybrid:

Likes the fact you have sharp teeth like him. Sure, he loves his snaggle tooth but because of his carnivorous turtle species, it makes him slightly self-conscious when compared to his brothers.

Speaking of carnivorous, since you are both biologically similar in that term, he loves taking you out to meat restaurants.

Plays with your tail, and the floof is very nice.

Wolves are really loud. Especially when they howl. And I don't think Raphie is the type of person who tolerates sudden loud noises that well. This means he struggles a bit when you get excited and express your animal instincts.

When you guys snuggle he likes giving ear and cheek scratches (apparently wolves, just like dogs, enjoy cheek scratches).

✦Licks of Growth Spurt✦

Fox hybrid:

Idk if anybody else has heard this but foxes have a snicker-like laugh. He absolutely loves hearing it, because not only is it funny, but it’s something he genuinely loves.

Is a brat and pulls on either your tails or ears.

Makes fox jokes a lot. Doesn’t matter when, just any time he wants to annoy you a little.

Would buy you dead mice and give it to you. Literally no malicious intent, he truly believes mice is a staple food in your diet.

Whenever he has insomnia he likes to brush his fingers through any part of your fur (places that do I mean).

I like think he’s the one with the biggest cold-blooded issues so when you’re around, and it’s winter, he’s clinging onto you.

✦Down the Anteater’s Back✦

Rabbit Hybrid:

(If this was Leo I could’ve made all the Leosagi jokes help)

So rabbits tend to thump their foot when in distress of any sort. Donnie likes this nonverbal behaviour as it’s similar to his own leg stims (Yes he does it when he’s happy but the action is still similar).

Finds it hard to relate to your hate of water (rabbits don’t like it as it weighs down on their coat). As he is the most aquatic of his bros. So don’t mind the fact if he’s slightly put off by the fact you don’t like to be in water.

Is amazed at your jumping ability. He imagines how fun it would be to hop around on natural ability rather than tech. He still loves his drone-jet pack tho.

Rabbits are herbivores. Which means you probably have a more plant based pizza. He is 100% disgusted. Why would you do such things to this magnificent dish???

✦Marigold Sniffing Year✦

Cat hybrid:

He loves snuggling with you, especially on cold days where he can’t maintain his body heat as good as usual. Plus he gets extra cuddles so it’s a win-win.

You’re part cat. Cats like knocking things over. You are not allowed in the kitchen when he’s cooking unless if you agree to help him out: without letting the food fall to the ground ofc.

Would definitely the type of person who likes brushing your tail. Makes it extra floofy which is exquisite for petting.

You don’t like water, he doesn’t like water, all is well. Although your dislike is much different from his. Fur and water doesn’t mix well, but for him, he just wouldn’t survive in waters more than 2/3 up his body.

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Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday I accidentally fell asleep while I was writing.

I woke up really confused on what happened last night haha

- Celina

#rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt2018 #rottmnt x reader #Tmnt x reader #Mikey #Leo #Donnie #Raph

[weministertomonsters]

Tariq: The Desert Clans - 2

When the world broke, monsters hatched, dry sands swept over everything and humans became cruel and desperate. Josie Bellanon might not be the fittest but she'll do anything to survive. The Desert Clans are a group of people who aren't quite human anymore and while most shun them for simply existing, Josie knows that they might just hold the key to her survival.

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"Why do you steal?" The Tariq leader asks.

You open your mouth but can't find an excuse that seems plausible. So instead, you go with the truth.

"I need it to buy my freedom."

"Your freedom? You do not look like a captive woman," the Tariq leader says.

He tilts his head away from you like he's listening to something far away, then he forces you backward and you stumble in an awkward dance until your back thumps against the wall of an abandoned building. He pins your wrists above your head, and you squirm, peering at his face in the dark.

"What are you-"

"Be still," he commands, grabbing and squeezing your hip.

This close, you can smell the smoke on his clothes and the spice that stains his fingertips. You're put off by the invasion of your personal space but the tone of his voice sounds urgent, so you fall silent and cease your struggling, peering over his shoulder as the hairs on the back of your neck prickle instinctively.

"It is a merkosh," the Tariq leader says calmly.

The clouds have drifted away from the moon, providing enough light for you to see the large spiny creature standing a couple of feet away, panting. Its drooling tongue drips acidic saliva into the sand. It looks like a cross between a bear, an anteater, and a porcupine.

"Oh my god," you breathe, horrified.

"Whatever god you worship won't save you here," the Tariq leader says in amusement.

The bar is just one building away, full of people who are still bickering amongst themselves. If this creature decides to barge in there... The merkosh snuffles at the air, swinging its head towards you and blinking its bead eyes. The Tariq leader places a hand over your mouth in case you scream which is good because you were about to. His palm is covered in strips of cloth repurposed as bandages, and they smell like smoke and charred flesh. Your stomach groans and you fidget as sour bile rises in your throat.

"Be still, and it will go away," he murmurs, pressing his lips against your neck, teeth scraping over your delicate skin.

Is he purposefully trying to make me disobey him? I'm seconds away from kneeing him in the balls. You think and squeeze your eyes shut.

You try to pretend you're in a different place but you've known nothing but the gutted shells of houses, bitterly cold nights, and the howling sandy winds. Your imagination cannot give you much more. Glass shatters in the bar and someone curses. That sound masks the cry you let out when sharp teeth pierce your neck. Your eyes flash open in time to see the merkosh go charging toward the bar, attracted by the noise. Screams rise into the air as it easily smashes through the barricaded front door.

You kick at the man and rake your nails over his arms until he lets you go. Smiling, he adjusts his hood over his face. You turn and run, holding your neck.

"Do you want to run into something even worse, woman?" He calls after you.

You skid to a halt, clutching the brooch so tightly that it pinches into your palm. You swivel around and march up to him, patting a hand to your neck to check for blood. You're not bleeding, and you don't know if that's better, or worse.

"And you can keep me safe?" You demand through clenched teeth, looking up at him. "You just bit me."

"If you are expecting an explanation, you can stop. I will not give you one," He says, keeping his head tilted at an angle that makes it impossible to see his entire face.

The noise from the bar has died down, and the bar owner, Jake, is cursing up a storm as he surveys the damage, flinging his arms around as he babbles in his Romanian mother tongue. The group of Tariq steps out, seeming to float across the ground in their robes. One of them is holding the merkosh's head. Hot blood drips from the ragged edge, sizzling against the sand.

"Master," they say simultaneously, bowing to him.

The Tariq leader nods at them and then calls out to Jake, "Who is the leader here? Tell them that it is time to move your settlement. The monsters know where you are now, and more will come."

"And who's fault is that?" The pink-haired lady calls out and steps forward defiantly.

One of her eyes is blackened, and she's bleeding heavily from a cut on her forehead.

"If it weren't for your people following us around like parasites we'd be safe! The monsters are following you, Desert Scum, not us."

"Candy," Jake calls out disapprovingly. "Leave it alone."

"I don't think so!" She yells back. "I'm tired of being fucking scared and I'm tired of running all over this bloody desert." She withdraws her gun and points it at the Tariq leader, who sprints towards her.

The sand scatters like the beginnings of a dust devil. Candy squints but fires the gun anyway. You see the Tariq leader jerk as the bullet hits him in the shoulder, but the next moment he's in front of her and swinging his sword in a wide arc through the air. Candy's arm drops to the ground and she howls, staggering backward. The gun is still clutched in the hand of the arm that has been amputated. The Tariq leader levels the sword at her.

"Shoot me again," he says, and even though you can't see his face, he sounds like he's smiling.

Candy drops onto her knees in shock and then falls on her back, wiggling across the sand and away from him, fear painted on her face. A couple of people start forward to help her, but the Tariq leader gestures with his sword.

"Go ahead and touch her, and you will be next."

Those who stepped forward shuffle back into the crowd, looking grim. Candy is whimpering in pain, leaving a trail that clods up as the sand greedily soaks up her blood. The Tariq leader crunches over that sand towards her, flicking the sword menacingly. You don't take the time to think before you are moving, reaching out and grabbing his wrist. Thanks to how large he is, your fingers can barely touch all the way around. His bandages fray against your fingertips.

"Please, spare her. Isn't an arm enough?" You plead. "All you'll do now is make everyone have a reason to hate your people more."

The Tariq leader turns to look at you. A muscle tightens in his jaw. In the distance, a creature howls and for a long moment, nobody moves. Then he tilts his head in the slightest nod and you release his wrist.

"Woman," he says, and whether he's talking to you or Candy is unclear. "I will spare you just this once."

He says something in the guttural language of the Tariq and turns and strides away down the sand-covered street, back into the empty, hollow hills. The four clansmen follow him, taking the decapitated merkosh head with them, perhaps as a trophy.

People begin to disperse, returning to their tents or the houses they claimed for the night. The midnight chill is beginning to creep in, soaking up the last of the warmth from the sand, making it cold enough that frost will cover the sand by morning. Candy is shaking as she tries to bandage the stump of her arm with a long strip of cloth. As you approach, she grits out,

"Leave me alone."

"Are you kidding?" You exclaim. "I'm not leaving you here."

"I'll be fine. Give me my gun."

"I risked my ass to keep your other arm intact," you tell her as you pry the gun from the stiffening fingers of the amputated arm and hand it to her. "Come on, let's get you inside."

This time, she doesn't protest.

You enter the dusty lobby of the apartment building and start to the stairs because the elevator no longer works and hasn't for decades. The old man on the second floor has his wheelchair parked in the doorway of the apartment he's claimed as his, and he stares fixedly at the two of you as you go past and even reaches out a trembling hand to touch Candy. She twists around, drawing a foot back and kicking his wheelchair.

"Old cretin," she growls.

In response, he covers his face and makes crying noises.

"He's always sitting in his doorway. It's a miracle he's not dead yet," you tell her. "I think he sits there and waits for me to come by."

"So he can fondle you too?" She rolls her eyes.

"No, he just likes it when I say hello," you smile. "Even though he can't hear a thing. Other than me, he probably never sees other people."

"Never mind him, this building isn't all that bad. It's still standing at least," Candy says. "How do you even keep an apartment here? You don't look like the sort to be able to pay."

"It's a long story," you murmur. "Jake owns me, and he lets me stay here."

"Generous man," Candy says. "And what do you give him in return?"

"Whatever he asks for."

"Is it worth it?" Candy asks with a hint of challenge in her voice.

"Look, I do what I have to to stay alive," you reply crisply. "Which is more than I can say for you. By the way, you won't be able to hunt very well with just one arm."

"I'll manage. I'm not dying until I shoot that Tariq man in the head," Candy growls.

The anger in her voice runs deep and you look over at her curiously, but she keeps her eyes straight ahead. She doesn't want to talk about whatever history she has with the Tariq leader.

"Anyway, this is my apartment," you say, fishing the keys out of your pocket.

"Thirteen. Lucky number?"

"Superstition died when the monsters hatched," you huff.

You have to let Candy go to shove your weight against the door. It pops open with a groan, and you enter. You light a lantern and place it on the kitchen table. Candy's lips pull into a roguish grin as she looks around.

"Oh yeah, this place has "slave" written all over it."

You look around the apartment that you try to keep clean. It's always dark because the broken windows are boarded up but in the slivers of light, you still manage to grow a few succulents that don't need much water. Faded pillows are scattered on the springy couch, and there's a painting mounted on one of the walls. It had been there before the world broke, you reasoned, and it was covered in dust. You spent hours cleaning it with a half cup of water and a tiny paintbrush. All the surface space never gets used, so you've filled every available shelf and table with little baubles you found while scavenging.

"I appreciate beauty. Unlike you, I'm not forced to always look tough."

"Well," Candy groans as she lowers herself onto the couch. "You don't let anyone mess around with you at the bar."

"That's because I know Jake will fight for me if things get messy. I'm strategic, not stupid," you reply. "Wait here. I think I have some painkillers in the bathroom."

"Jake must like you," Candy says, chuckling. "I'm starting to wish you were one of mine."

"Don't be deceived, I've thought about killing him on multiple occasions," you say as you return with a white pill. "But as I said, I'm not stupid. There's no water, so you're going to have to take it dry."

Candy's smile is more of a grimace of pain at this point. She takes the pill from you and her arm shakes so badly she almost can't get it up to her mouth. But finally, she drops the pill on her tongue and swallows it several times to get it down. She tips her head back against the couch and rasps,

"I'll sleep here."

"Okay. See you tomorrow, if you survive," you mumble.

"Brutal," Candy mutters, and she sounds like she's dozing off.

You peel off your clothes and shake them out to dislodge some of the dust before you put them on again and crawl onto the mattress, pulling the thin blanket over your shoulders. You don't remember falling asleep, but your eyes immediately flick open when you hear the door of the apartment open, accompanied by the jingle of keys.

You slink out of bed, curling your fingers around the baseball bat you keep beside you when you sleep. You know your way around in the dark and you slip out of your bedroom, glancing at the couch. Candy appears to still be asleep. Your lantern is lit by the intruder and you're faced with broad shoulders and an impatient face. Of course, it's Jake. He's the only one who has a spare key to this apartment.

"You're up early." You say, putting the baseball bat down and rubbing your arms as the chill of dawn steals over your skin. "The sun isn't even out yet"

"I have something for you and I wanted to give it to you before my trip," he says and puts the bag down on the kitchenette counter.

It's most likely full of food. Your stomach grumbles and you step forward, but Jake says, "Payment first," and unzips his jeans.

"Fine," you sigh.

The floor is cold, so you don't put your knees on it. You crouch in front of him and rub your cheek against his manhood, glancing up at him with exaggerated doe eyes. You know he loves it when you play coy. He gets excited quickly, grabbing your hair and urging you to open your mouth. You obey, letting him slide over your tongue, salty and hot as he promptly rams against the back of your throat. You cough and lean back slightly but that excites him as well, and his grip on your hair becomes unforgiving as he drags your mouth back down on him. You switch from pleasuring him to trying to breathe.

You happen to open your eyes and see Candy sitting up slowly, clutching at the stump of her arm and wincing. Her gaze catches yours. She grabs her gun, angling it up at Jake who is blissfully unaware, head tilted back and eyes closed. You flap your hand frantically at Candy because the last thing you want is for him to die.

He likes to think that you need him but he's too simple to see you're the one using him. He thinks of you as a helpless woman, the type who lives at the bottom of the ladder and is reduced to whoring herself to survive. He calls you a slave.

You call yourself a parasite.

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Hello, 'tis I.

I'm doing two things: posting stuff from Patreon to here because I need to stop being stingy with my stories (especially  now that I've proven to myself that I CAN write consistently, I just need to use a herculean amount of effort.)

Secondly, I'm procrastinating. I'm about six thousand words or so away from completing the first draft of a short novel for a client and I just don't want to think about editing it right now. Speaking of that, I'm looking forward to the day when I can afford Grammarly premium. The free version is saving my life already, but I can tell there's a lot more juice to offer with the premium. If you do any kind of writing, get Grammarly. I can verify that it's good.

P.S - I intend to continue this story some day * cough* and it's supposed to focus on the Tariq, their culture and way of living, etc. I'm saying this because I know I'll forget this detail, so I'm reminding myself here.

#exophilia #terato #monster x human #monster lover #dystopian #post apocalyptic

[autodiscipline]

55 Questions with Guniw Tools (Eng. translation)

This is an interview with Full & Asaki published to Vicious magazine in September of 1998. The internet is severely lacking in english translations for Guniw Tools so i thought i'd post one^^

Part 1 of the interview under the cut | Part 2

1. What is your earliest memory of being born? Tomo: When I was walking with a wheelbarrow, the noise was so loud that I had to hold the wheelbarrow with my right hand to stop it from making noise. Asaki: What do you mean? 2. What was your nickname in junior high school and high school?  Tomo: I didn't have one. Asaki: Dokyuuseishokun (Classmate)! You know what I mean, don't you? 3. Is there any TV drama (or anime) that you were absorbed in watching without fail? If so, what was the title and why? Tomo: Tom and Jerry. no reason Asaki: I miss it. note: watching tv i presume 4. Do you have a favorite movie? If so, what is it and why?  Tomo: Nothing in particular Asaki: 007 series. I feel close to him.* *like saying ‘he gets me’ 5. Who do you admire the most? Tomo: There is no ‘most’ / No one in particular Asaki: I admire all the people who inspire me. 6. What is the best gift you have ever received Tomo: I've received a lot of handmade clothes. Asaki: A lot of problems… 7. A magic lamp genie will grant you three wishes. What 3 wishes do you wish for? Tomo: The ability to control my physical form at will, to be European, and to become king. Asaki: To buy me cigarettes, beer and snacks. note: same 8. Is there anything you wish for now? What is it? Tomo: Telling a rude person he was ugly and forcing him to recognize it. note: i think he means get used to speaking his mind? Asaki: There are so many things that bother me. 9. What do you like about your partner? (Tomo to Asaki, Asaki to Tomo) Tomo: His presence Asaki: I'm so embarrassed I don't even want to write it down. (Laughs) note: o( ˃ ᵕ ˂)o 10. What do you want your partner to fix now? (If you are Tomo, please ask Asaki. If you are Asaki, please ask Tomo)  Tomo: He likes to smoke. Asaki: You should get your bones mended. (??) 11. Have you ever cursed your partner to go away? What for? Tomo: Caterpillar* *though Full literally says 毛虫 or ‘caterpillar’ he’s calling Asaki a pest, lol Asaki: I have! Lightly. 12. Is there anything you can't do without at least once a week? (excluding alcohol) Tomo: The blood of a virgin. Asaki: Not drinking.* *he says 酒をのぞいちゃだめだめ or something like 'not drinking.. no it’s useless' 13. What animal would you like to own? (Elephants, giraffes, any animal is OK) Tomo: An anteater Asaki: It doesn't seem realistic. 14. Is there a jinx you absolutely believe in? What is it? Tomo: The Furukawa Zashiki-warashi* theory. When you start interacting with me, your life tends to go up, and when you stop interacting with me, it tends to go down. *zakishi-warashi are friendly little ghosts that are said bring good luck & prosperity when they’re in your home Asaki: Smoke (a cigarette) first!

15. Suddenly you win a 100 million lottery ticket! What do you do now? Tomo: I'm a workaholic who can only think of building a workspace Asaki: I'm going to buy cigarettes for now.  16. This is the one thing i cannot lose to others! What is the one thing you can't lose?  Tomo: I'm fine with losing. I'm not a little boy anymore. Asaki: Styling eyebrows!! note: looking at pictures now i’m noticing he really does have perfect eyebrows 17. If you had a friend from Tokyo in Hokkaido, where would you take him or her? Tomo: Maruyama Saryo (sweet shop) and Goto Orthopedic Clinic Asaki: Noodle shop 18. If you weren't a musician, what do you think you would be doing now? Tomo: I don't know, too many things Asaki: I'd probably be sniffing. 19. What type of woman do you like, using a famous person as an example? Tomo: Mariko Kaga about 20 years ago, or Sayuri Ishikawa at the time of her debut. Asaki: Hiroshi Kume* (Sorry! I was aiming for the wrong person…) *Hiroshi Kume is a famous radio host & journalist from the 70’s, & a man 20. Do you have any celebrity friends? If so, who are they? Tomo: It doesn't matter to me who they are... Asaki: First I want to see if I'm in the "celebrity" category...  21. What is the best prank you have ever pulled? Tomo: When I was a company employee, I went to an izakaya* with the general manager of the head office and he asked “what kind of food is this zangi* thing?” “Oh, that,” i said, “is a fish similar to the puffer fish found in the Okhotsk Sea, full of spines, but when you cook it in oil, the spines melt away and it becomes easy to eat” he said “oh true, it’s just like meat” I was so pleased that when I told him, "It's just chicken meat, it's just chicken meat.” he got angry & scolded me. *an izakaya is a type of bar in which a variety of small dishes and snacks are served with alcoholic drinks *zangi is in fact just fried chicken Asaki: I have many great works. 22. A fun thing you will never forget. When and what was it like? Tomo: I caught a 63cm rainbow trout, but my father and I were fighting over the fish so we couldn't tell whose fish it was. Asaki: I'm forgetful.

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#guniw tools #tomo furukawa #asaki yamahana #translation #some of these are so cute & funny #'Blood of a virgin' i'm loling #tomo telling the story of his 'best prank' & it's just a small lie is so funny. get pranked !!11!! xD

[beetlesayz]

I'm at work and nobody knows who exactly they're in the presence of

#anteater noises #minecraft

[simiansmoke]

@wcndcrcr

The puppet laid there but his mind was still semi-conscious, he just couldn't get his eyelids to open to see who was there. He could feel his limp body being lifted then warmth hitting him full force as his head was literally being placed in a mouth of sorts with saliva coating his face, he tried to send signals to his limbs as all that responded was his right arm as it struggles to move. He was glad that he was mostly mechanical by design as his mechanical ears could pick up strange audible noises of disgust, he tries to move his lips to speak.

"...w-who's...there...w-what do you....w-want...?"

He figures the thing is dead- hence the lack of movement and the rancid taste. Blood itself had a coppery taste to it, but this was far too metallic for his liking. It reminded him of when he forgot that he didn't have to groom so much of himself now that more than half of the flesh on his body was machine.

Shaking his head to flip the lone strand of matted hair from between his eyes to over his back, he prepares to pad on, stepping over the murmuring creature. Oh...wasn't dead. Yet. With shiny claws curled inward like that of an anteater about to dig in to a mound of termites, he reached out to curl dagger tipped nails up and cup the path-sprawled creature's chin, tilting up high to expose throat. A tilt of his head signals consideration, and a soft beeping behind a lit iris determines his suspicions. Not a Kong. He should save his energy.

"...what a thing to ask when you're the one in the footpath. Clearly, you want to be stepped on...or stamped out."

#//he's on his genocide mission what r u doin'- #verse;//retrograde restored #wcndcrcr

[obamaonaunicorn]

Blessed Be The Giant Anteater.

Clementine scratched the back of her head as she walked down a desolate street, Luke by her side. At that point in time, the pair had been scavenging for a few hours, but found themselves incredibly displeased with the lack of useful items.

As they walked down the road, they spotted a sign for an abandoned zoo.

"Check it out, Clem. There's an old zoo not too far from here. Let's go check it out."

"What reason do we have to be in a zoo?" Clementine asked.

"There might be some supplies we can use, batteries and the likes."

"You might be right. It'll be cool to see a zoo, too. I've only ever been to one."

"That's the spirit," Luke replied, and the two made their way to the gates of the zoo, occasionally entertaining eachother with conversation.

As the two walked through the gates, they were met with an eerie silence. The zoo was totally abandoned, and it looked like it had been this way for a long time. Luke drew his machete, seemingly on edge due to the quiet.

They both walked past empty cages and enclosures, trying to find something salvageable. Unfortunately for them, the only items were rusty tools and some animal food.

Suddenly, they heard a strange noise coming from inside one of the enclosures. Upon approaching him, they saw a giant anteater staring at them with his tiny brown eyes. It was certainly a strange sight, seeing an anteater in such a tiny enclosure.

The shaggy haired creature looked at them curiously, probably wondering what exactly they were doing. Clementine and Luke looked at eachother, unsure of what to do with the animal.

"What do you think we should do?" Clementine asked.

"We should try to find a way to let him out, I feel bad for him."

Clementine nodded in agreement, and the two started looking for a way to open the enclosure. After roughly 10 minutes of searching, they found the latch that was keeping the door shut.

It took some effort from the both of them to pry it open, but eventually, it worked. The door swung open. The anteater hesitated for a moment before slowly walking out of the cage, overly cautious.

He looked around at both of them, as if he couldn't believe his luck. After that, he started to walk away, heading to one of the empty enclosures.

"Where's he going?" Clementine asked, observing the animal as he walked away.

"I have no idea," Luke replied, seemingly curious about the creature.

"Let's follow him."

"I like your style, Clem."

Clementine and Luke followed the ball of fur, curious to see where it was going. They watched as the anteater wandered from one enclosure to the next, investigating each one as if he was looking for something.

While following him, they noticed something strange. The animals in each enclosure became more relaxed upon seeing the anteater. Even those who had been exhibiting stress by pacing back an forth or growling had calmed down.

Clementine and Luke looked at one another once more, clearly surprised by what they were witnessing.

"It's possible that he could be a therapy animal," Luke suggested. "The animals are more calm with him around."

Clementine nodded in agreement, and they followed the anteater as he continued to wander through the zoo. After a while, they found themselves in a large enclosure that looked like it had been a petting zoo.

There were two llamas grouching around, and they looked tired and hungry. The anteater sensed their distress and nudged them with his snout, encouraging them to move around. After a few attempts of this, the llamas both perked up, making gentle humming noises and even playing with one another.

Luke and Clementine watched in awe as the anteater worked his magic. It was like watching a miracle unfold.

As they made their way back to the zoo's entrance, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the experience they had just had. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still hope and beauty to be found in the world.

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg clementine #twdg luke #twdg s2 #the walking dead game season 2 #clementine twdg #luke twdg

[n30n-le0n]

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

(@bootyyyyshaker900 )

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

n30n-le0n: HEY DON I MEAN THREE DID YOU KNOW THAT PIGEONS GET REALLY PISSED OFF AT YOU WHEN YOU RUN OUT OF BREAD CRUMBS TO GIVE THEM n30n-le0n: BECAUSE I SURE DIDN'T n30n-le0n: SO TIME SENSITIVE QUESTION HOW DO I FEND OFF A FLOCK OF PIGEONS

Send “#” for a RANDOM text. n30n-le0n: Do you ever just think about anteaters, Three. n30n-le0n: What the fuck is up with them. n30n-le0n: If I came to you and I was like "btw Three every day I eat my ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT in ants", you'd like. Lock me away for my own health or something. Why the fuck do we let those shaggy bastards get away with it

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

n30n-le0n: hey i know you're probably not awake right now but i swear to god i heard metal scraping noises outside and my stupid brain won't stop saying it's the Krang n30n-le0n: it's gonna get me isn't it oh god oh god n30n-le0n: can you please wake up PLEASE---

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. n30n-le0n: kys <3 n30n-le0n: WAIT I MEANT TO SEND THAT TO MY DONNIE FOR MAKING FUN OF MY HEAD SHAPE AGAIN WAIT WAIT WAIT---

#rottmnt rp #leonardo hamato #roleplay blog #closed rp

[the-adventures-of-random]

527.

Random was glad he didn’t have an anteater watching him eat or sleep. He was glad no one, as far as he knew, was watching him. Then Random thought he heard a funny clicking noise every time he talked on the phone, so he wondered if his phone was bugged. He tried to open his phone to see if there was any kind of device in it that shouldn’t belong there, but Random had no idea what parts of his phone should be there to begin with, so he gave up. Random then realized it was his jaw clicking every time he answered the phone so as far as he knew anteaters weren’t listening in on his phone conversations.

#random #Strange #random story #random stories #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #creative writing #weird #weird story #bizarre #writers on tumblr #write it motherfuckers #write-it-motherfuckers #original #just write #my writing #write #story #writing #words

[sciencespies]

Large terrestrial mammals are more vulnerable to the acoustic impact of drones than to the visual impact, study finds

https://sciencespies.com/nature/large-terrestrial-mammals-are-more-vulnerable-to-the-acoustic-impact-of-drones-than-to-the-visual-impact-study-finds/

Large terrestrial mammals are more vulnerable to the acoustic impact of drones than to the visual impact, study finds

Large terrestrial mammals are vulnerable to the acoustic sounds of drones, technological systems which are increasingly used to study the wildlife in open habitats such as the savanna and marshes. This is one of the conclusions revealed in a new study published in the journal Drones, which has been led by the experts José Domingo Rodríguez-Teijeiro, from the Faculty of Biology and the Biodiversity Research Institute of the University of Barcelona (IRBio); Margarita Mulero-Pázmány, from the University of Malaga, and Serge A. Wich, from the Liverpool John Moores University (United Kingdom).

Several studies state that drones that are used for scientific and recreational purposes can become a new source of disturbance for many animal species. However, there are still few studies identifying the actual factors associated with these devices that can negatively affect the animals’ behaviour.

Drones and wildlife: opportunity or thread?

The use of unmanned aerial systems (UAVs or drones) is becoming increasingly widespread in wildlife monitoring and conservation studies. Obtaining scientific data with a high spatial and temporal resolution, low operational costs, and simple logistics — without compromising the physical safety of researchers — would explain the widespread scientific use of this technology, especially in the study of large mammals in open or inaccessible areas.

The first author of the new study is Geison Pires Mesquita, from the Baguaçu Institute for Biodiversity Research (IBPBio, Brazil), an organisation committed to research, environmental education and biodiversity conservation. The study analyses the reaction of 18 species of large mammals to noise emitted by a drone in the large ex situ areas of the São Paulo Zoo (Brazil).

The 18 species studied belong to 14 families, namely: addax (Addax nasomaculatus); cattle (Bos taurus); waterbuck (Kobus ellipsiprymnus); dromedary (Camelus dromedarius); maned wolf (Chrysocyon brachyurus); red deer (Cervus elaphus); sambar (Rusa unicolor); Asian elephant (Elephas maximus); imperial zebra (Equus grevyi); jaguar (Panthera onca); Bengal tiger (Panthera tigris tigris); giraffe (Giraffa camelopardalis); hippopotamus (Hippopotamus amphibius); giant anteater (Myrmecophaga tridactyla); white rhinoceros (Ceratotherium simum simum); warthog (Phacochoerus africanus); tapir (Tapirus terrestris) and the spectacled bear (Tremarctos ornatus).

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Birds and mammals, the most studied using drones

Birds and mammals are the two groups of animals most studied with drones and the most affected by the recreational use of these devices. “Especially, large mammals are the most studied with drones because of their size, as they are easier to identify using aerial images,” says Geison Pires Mesquida, postdoctoral researcher, who included this study in his doctoral thesis defended in February 2022. “In addition to size — he adds — the type of habitat of the species is another determining factor for using drones in wildlife studies.”

The drone survey of wildlife was adapted to the Brazilian National Civil Aviation Agency (ANAC) regulations, which limit drone flights to a maximum of 120 metres. In addition, all flights were VLOS (Visual Line-Of-Sight) flights, i.e. they were required to be within the pilot’s line of sight. All flights were conducted at times when there were no visits to the zoo in order to avoid any disturbance due to external factors. Audiograms were also available in the scientific literature for 12 of the 18 species analysed — of the same or similar species — allowing for a more specific analysis of the influence of the frequency and intensity of drone-generated sleep.

The flights started at a maximum altitude of 120 metres. Once the drone was over the individuals, it began to descend until the animal showed an atypical behaviour. “A limit of 10 metres above the animals was established if the animal showed no behavioural changes, but in no case did the drone descend to that height because the animals showed behavioural changes at a higher altitude,” says Pires Mezquita.

The Asian elephant, sensitive to low-frequency sounds

In general, species with higher biomass — elephants, rhinos, giraffes, zebras and the waterbucks — showed a change in behaviour with drones at higher altitudes (and therefore lower decibels). As this group of animals is the most studied on land using drones — especially in open habitats such as the African savannah — terrestrial mammalian megafauna would be more likely to suffer from the effects of drone noises.

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The results reveal that the low-frequency sound pressure level particularly affected the behaviour of the Asian elephant, but not that of the other species studied, which were more sensitive to noise at medium and high frequencies.

“These results explain why the elephant is one of the few mammal species capable of hearing low-frequency sounds (below 0.25 kHz), or infrasound (frequencies below 0.0125 kHz). Both the size of the tympanic membrane and the size of the ossicular chain and the spaces in the middle ear are compatible with sensitivity to low frequencies,” says José Domingo Rodríguez-Teijeiro, professor emeritus in the UB’s Department of Evolutionary Biology, Ecology and Environmental Sciences.

“Low-frequency sounds — the expert continues — propagate more easily due to the physical characteristics of their sound waves than high-frequency sounds. It is believed that elephants can communicate more than 10 kilometres away by emitting and receiving these infrasounds.”

Each type of animal exhibits a specific behaviour of caution, irritation or escape. In addition, animals in ex situ environments — such as zoos — may exhibit even more specific behaviours. For this reason, the study involved the participation of Luan Henrique Morais, the zoo’s head of mammal management. This expert has known each of the animals for years and informed the team if he noticed that any animal was affected by the noise of the drone.

In the case of the Asian elephant, head-shaking movements were observed in the presence of the drone. In the felines, grunting and sudden body movements; in the spectacled bear, sudden leg and head movements. In the case of deer and warthogs, attempts to escape from their location are examples of behaviours that showed adverse reactions in response to the drone noise.

It is noteworthy that “most of the species we studied did not show any behavioural reactions to the presence of the drone at an altitude of 100 metres or higher, which is the altitude at which it usually flies over the ground to carry out wildlife censuses. This confirms that the responsible use of these systems is a low-impact tool for the study of mammals,” says lecturer Margarita Mulero-Pázmány (UMA).

Visual versus acoustic impact

Although this experiment does not allow us to fully discriminate between the effects generated by the impact of the acoustic or visual stimulus of the drone on the fauna, it was possible to indirectly deduce that the first effect caused by the drone on the species is acoustic. This conclusion was reached through the analysis of visual acuity — measured in cycles per degree (c/g) — which determines the ability to detect, discriminate and recognise objects against a background.

“All the species studied have a visual acuity of less than 50% of that of the human species (60 c/g). We can therefore deduce that the first impact caused by the drone on the species was acoustic, if we take into account the reduced visual capacity of the mammals analysed, the difficult detection of the drone used by the human eye at 50 metres, and the fact that the heights at which changes in behaviour occurred were on average higher than 50 metres,” says the researcher.

“According to the available information — the researcher continues — , this is the first time this factor has been analysed. Understanding that drone noise has an impact on some mammal species earlier than visual noise can help to improve current drone studies on these species and minimise the negative effects of recreational use in areas where these species are present.”

In wildlife studies, the sound profile of the drone model should also be considered, it is a factor that has so far not been considered if its negative impact is to be minimised. “Although there are many drone models on the market, there are still few commercial models being used to study wildlife. Trying to understand how much noise these models generate is a necessary step to make the use of drones in wildlife studies more effective,” concludes José Domingo Rodríguez-Teijeiro.

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