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filmbyjy · 5 months

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HAMSTER HEESEUNG (2)

— main HYBRID masterlist

SUMMARY: how do you stop your heart beating erratically whenever heeseung stands close to you? should you even be letting him into your knowing your traumatic past with relationships.

WORD COUNT: 0.95K words

WARNINGS: mentions of past toxic relationship (the guy used to hurt you), shy shy heeseung

NOTE: AHHH this took too long🥲 this has been in my drafts since Feb 2023 so uhh yeah. the HYBRID series is still going to have slow updates as i am trying my best to write whenever i can. i believe my time will definitely be taken up more once i get my internship. hope you enjoyed this chapter though!!

after you had shortly left heeseung in the kitchen, you had turned on the air-conditioning. you could feel your heart racing quickly.

what should I do? plan? I should create a plan to make it seem like I am a good owner while somehow keeping distance with heeseung

“i think the water is overflowing." heeseung says. your eyes widened. you quickly ran to the kitchen and turned the fire off. the water simmering down as you let out a breath.

"i'm so sorry, i should have turn off the fire." heeseung's head drops. you sighed and went to touch his hair. your hands making contact with his ears. it twitches when you touched it.

"it's alright. i should have remembered to turn it off." the boy looks up at you and your heart drops when you noticed his glossy eyes. you instantly pulled him into a hug.

"hey, it's alright. it's not your fault."

"i just don't want to mess things up. i'm scared that you might not want me anymore." he sniffles. you ran your hand up and down his back to calm him down and you could feel him loosen up and finally wrap his arms around your waist.

"i'm not going to leave you, heeseung." you whisper. heeseung hides his face further into your neck and you blushed.

okay maybe there was no way out of this so you guess this was the only route to follow. you were going to allow heeseung into your heart.

"really?" he says.

"of course."

“thank you. you’re the first owner to say that.” heeseung mumbles quietly.

how dare those people…

“those people don’t deserve you. you’re strong for having to go through all the hardships.”

“t-thank you.” he says.

as you placed heeseung at arm’s length, you noticed the stray tears that fell onto his cheeks. you had reached up and wiped them away.

“I’ll be your guardian from now on. I’ll protect you and give you the love you deserve after all those horrible years.”

heeseung sniffles, his doe eyes staring back at you. “I’m a little scared b-but I’ll try.”

“you dont have to completely warm up to me, you can slowly do it. I understand it’s hard for you.” you say in the sweetest tone.

heeseung hums, “okay. I can try.”

you turned your head to look at the ramyeon. “ah right, the ramyeon. it’s probably too soft to eat now, I’ll just whip up a new batch. why don’t you go sit in the sofa for a bit?”

he didn’t move, it was almost like his legs were frozen. he shakes his head. “don’t wanna leave.”

“okay, then. you can stay and watch me. just sit at the table right there.”

he nods and sits there. despite him being a hamster hybrid, he sure acts like an obedient puppy. his ears twitch once the water starts boiling and you started making some fried eggs to add into the ramyeon. he looked excited, almost about to jump out of his seat as he waits for the food in anticipation.

you had plate the ramyeon and then placed it in front of him. “there. enjoy.” you smiled.

heeseung digs in, he hastily eats it since he was hungry. he chews on it, filling his cheeks with noodles. his cheeks round and rosy, just as he opens to speak, he starts to hicup. you hand him a cup of water so he could digest his food with.

“eat slowly, you’ll choke.” heeseung hums at your words. he eats slowly just like you said.

and then, the doorbell rang. his freezes, his heartbeat growing quicker.

“I’ll get the door, don’t worry and just eat.” you had reached up to give him a pet as you noticed his scared and confused look. he leans into your touch. you made your way to the door and just as you opened it, you heard a familiar voice that made you freeze.

“open the door. i know you're there.”

it sounded demanding. scary. you knew exactly who it was.

“w-who is that?” heeseung’s small voice appears next to you.

“oh umm…that’s my ex-boyfriend. we can just ignore him.” just as you finished your words, your ex-boyfriend pounds on the door. it startles both you and heeseung. the poor hamster boy clenches his fist.

“he’s scary. are you sure he’s not going to break down the door.”

“he might at this rate. how about you stay in my room, okay? it’s the one to the left with some fake leaves on the wall.”

“okay.” heeseung shyly says. he goes over to your bedroom and you breathed in before opening the door. your ex-boyfriend, minjun, was halfway about to pound on the door again.

“what do you want?” you asked him.

“you weren’t answering and I was worried.” minjun nonchalantly says as he folds his arms.

“we aren’t together anymore so why should you care?”

"we aren't together?" it was like a dark cloud loomed over him, he smirks and steps closer towards you. "what do you mean we aren't together anymore, baby? we never broke up, unless i said we could."

your heart rate accelerates quickly, his hands ready to reach up and hit you as he always had during the toxic relationship. however, before he could even lay a hand on you, someone grabs his arm and towers over him.

it was heeseung

he had come to save the day. something weird about it was, there was no sign of the kind and shy heeseung behind his dark and scary eyes. all that was left was rage, anger and a murderous glint. it kinda scared you a little, what happened to the cute and adorable hamster boy?

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mbari-blog · 1 year

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📣 New research alert! 📣

A study published by MBARI researchers and their collaborators today in Nature provides new insights about one of the earliest points in animal evolution that happened more than 700 million years ago.⁠ ⁠

For years, scientists have investigated whether sponges or comb jellies (also known as ctenophores) were most distantly related to all other animals. But identifying this outlier—known as the sibling group—has long eluded scientists.⁠

A team of researchers from MBARI, the University of California, Berkeley, the University of California, Santa Cruz, and the University of Vienna mapped sets of genes that are always found together on a single chromosome, in everything from humans and hamsters to crabs and corals, to provide clear evidence that comb jellies are the sibling group to all other animals. Understanding the relationships among animals will help shape our thinking about how key features of animal anatomy, such as the nervous system or digestive tract, have evolved over time. Learn more about this remarkable research on our website.

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justadeadreaper · 5 months

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CW: Gore, Death, Puke, Decaying flesh, Buboes, Blood, Description of the symptoms of the different plagues in The Black Death, Gruesome description of how the representation would look like, Please tell me if anything that should be put as a warning was not, thanks.

The most feared plague in history, The Black Death.

Mainly the bubonic plague mixed with its two more deadly brothers the pneumonic plague and septicemic plague. It was the deadliest plague of the time as it ran through Europe, Africa, and Asia and conquered any village, town, and city it found itself in, flooding the streets with blood, mucus, and rotted flesh as once healthy humans dropped dead from the plague that seemed to come from nowhere before it dragged everyone to the Hell it had seemed to have spawned from. It did not care who you were, it did not discriminate, rich or poor, loved or hated, known or not, it would blow out the little life that you had. It thrived off the fear and only seemed to grow stronger as another soul joined the long chain of victims that had already succumbed to the disease. Anywhere from twenty to sixty percent of the population of the time was taken by it.

The perpetrator? Yersinia pestis. The carriers? Fleas. The spreader? Rats but some say it could have actually been hamsters that were stowaways. But how were the rats able to spread? Trading ships that jumped from town to town leaving a deadly gift as it sailed away that would lead to the death of all that were unfortunate enough to live there.

Now you may ask what would happen if you were to catch it and let me tell you it was living torture. It would start with a simple flea bite but that flea was infected with Yersinia pestis causing it to build a barrier in its stomach so no blood could be digested or go into its stomach causing it to build up and be infected by the bacteria, and this blood would be thrown back up by the flea onto the wound infecting it as it would be absorbed into the bloodstream. From entering the bloodstream it could take one of three routes: the lymphatic system, continuing through the bloodstream, or directly to the lungs. If you were lucky enough for it to infect your lymphatic system then you had a sixty percent chance of dying meaning you had a forty percent chance of surviving. Even though you had more chances of surviving it did not mean that you were saved from not suffering, from one to seven, or if you were lucky eight, days of contracting the disease was when it would show symptoms. At first it would trick you into the false belief that you only had the flu. You would have a general feeling of being ill, lethargic and weak which only grew into worse fatigue as the days went on, followed by chills and a high fever which anyone would know just seems to be like a normal cold but then that soon developed into muscle cramps in your aching limbs as seizures overtook the body. Then it would present the symptom that gave it the name the bubonic plague, buboes. These were when the lymph nodes would balloon to become large, painful, smoothe swellings which would occur near the original area of infection alongside the groin, neck, and armpits which would continue to grow until they burst. You also had the issue of your skin slowly beginning to necrotise as it died alongside the lenticulae which were small black dots that would be scattered across your body and gangrene took over your lips, nose, toes, and fingers which all caused severe pain to the point you would rather die there and then instead of waiting it out to see if you had the lucky chance of surviving. Of course there were other symptoms like heavy breathing as your lungs felt like they were being held down by rocks, your own body becoming like the flea as it would start to vomit gallons of infected blood, coughing, gastrointestinal problems, and spleen inflammation, but in some cases even the sleep would be disturbed to the point of insomnia where sleep would be impossible to get as your were forced to stay awake to feel all the pain that riddled your body. But then the worst of the systems came at the final stage as delirium came and took over any rational thought as all organs began to fail from the disease overcoming them and causing them to shut down which only led to a coma, but it all ended the same way, death.

If you were unlucky enough for it to infect your lungs first or just infect your lungs before the other systems became worse then you had a ninety-five percent chance of dying meaning you had a five percent chance of surviving. To make the pneumonic plague even worse you could develop it even after being infected by either the bubonic plague or the septicemic plague; it could also be caught from not just it infecting your lungs after a bite which infected the bloodstream but by also breathing in air borne droplets of the bacteria from another thing that was riddled with the plague. As it would normally be caught after having bubonic or septicemic plague it meant that at first you would present all the symptoms from the other plagues before experiencing the specifics of the pneumonic plague. At first you would think you have a fever but a severe one as headaches, nausea, and weakness run rampant as if it was trying to warn you that this would be no normal bubonic or septicemic plague. Luckily compared to the bubonic plague the time you would suffer with this plague was a great short, even though it would take around three to seven days before the symptoms showed as soon as the symptoms worsened or even showed you could guarantee that you would be dead within thirty-six hours, most likely less. You would be constantly vomiting for three days straight as your lungs slowly began to feel as if they were being sewn shut at each bronchus, only leading to each breath becoming shorter and shorter as you seemed to constantly be coughing and rasping for the tiniest bit of unrestrained air. Then soon enough your lungs would spew out a bloody and watery mess that would stain your tongue with its mercury taste which you would continue to cough out in between the vomiting until you went into shock as your full respiratory tract went into failure and just stopped, finally leading to death.

But if you were the most unfortunate person alive on Earth at the time that every God seemed to hate since it stayed in your bloodstream and completely infected your blood it meant you had no chance of surviving as you had a hundred percent chance of dying. It made the other two diseases seem like child’s play as it normally only took around fourteen hours before it shut down the body, worse of all it could even kill you without showing any of the symptoms. Like the others you would think it was a common cold due to the fever, chills, and low blood pressure but soon enough severe abdominal pain would set in as it felt like you were dying due to the extreme amount of diarrhea which would be accompanied by nausea that only led to severe vomiting. But soon enough the vomit and diarrhea would be filled with blood until it was fully red as the body lost most of its clotting resources from the tiny blood clots that had formed throughout the body so it could no longer control the blood which started to bleed into the skin and organs creating red or black patches of rashes or bumps which could be seen on the skin. The blood clotting also caused necrosis as tissue and organs would die from the lack of blood flow as it all leaked into where it should not, the most obvious spots of the decay were the gangrene in the fingers, nose, and toes. Then the bleeding would extend from not just bleeding in the body but blood coming out from the rectum but most noticeably the mouth and nose where it would come out like a waterfall. Obviously due to the blood leaking into everything it would cause difficulty breathing as it would fill the lungs and deprive it of the blood outside the lungs that was needed to exchange the carbon dioxide for oxygen. And with no blood to deliver the oxygen needed for the organs to live they all would go into organ failure causing the body to go into shock before the final moments where everything went back as it was taken over by death.

As it can be seen all of them had the same outcome, death.

Luckily nowadays the plagues are a simple pest if the person has access to treatment to stop it from progressing further but at the time that The Black Death ran rampant no one had the luxury of those treatments leading most to die who caught it. Masses upon masses of bodies continued to build up only attracting more of the rats then the ones that had already been attracted to the large towns by the excrement and rotting butcher’s meat that made a river through the streets. With more rats that withered away from the disease it just meant more fleas would jump to more human hosts to use which only led to more living corpses to roam the streets as the disease turned people into skeletons while still living before turning them into an actual corpse.

It was understandable as to why humans of the time would be so scared of such a thing as to them it just seemed like their fellow mortals were dropping like lowly flies that would eat away at the flyblown flesh that continued to pile away in mass graves to create more nests for their larvae and eggs to incubate inside. Imagine the terror and fear that must have filled their minds as they did not understand pathogens at the time, to them it would have seemed like divine wrath but no one could think of a reason as to why their Almighty would betray them like this as everyone appeared to be on their best behaviour. They needed something to blame. They found something to blame.

Simple rumours turned into truths.

Somewhere in England there was said to be a village. Small, nothing of concern as it was like every other village of the time. Like every other village it had a butcher, a silent man who was rumoured to once be a knight but no one knew why he was not anymore. He tended to be quiet, avoiding others who were not his friends and family. It was said that he loved his nephew and that if he had enough swigs of barley that you could get him singing and dancing on the roof or you could convince him to give you his primest cuts of meat. He was deemed as normal, he was like everyone else, until one day.

No one knew what happened. It was supposed to be a joyous day to celebrate the coming of winter but it was far from that. Nearly the whole family was found butchered with a precision only expected to be known by a trained killer. The lower left leg and most of the fingers of the right hand of the older brother laid in a puddle of blood but they could not find the rest of his body; the mutilated body of the brother’s wife was spread around slightly from each different part as if when she was being attacked the culprit had went after another member while still holding onto the part it was hacking off; the body of their son was curled into the corner clutching onto the leg of his mother while out of the stab holes that covered his body in ten folds nearly making him unidentifiable oozed out blood into a bloody puddle that collected around his body; and finally the grandmother of the family who was found decapitated in her rocking chair with her head being found outside within the well. The only one not found dead was the butcher and when he returned, covered in blood, everyone turned their suspicions to him. When he tried to explain that he had been out hunting but had been attacked by a large grey man no one believed him, especially when they saw the crazed look within his eyes that could only be produced by when they had let Beelzebub into their soul. Everyone agreed to grab their pitchforks and chase him out so no more could be hurt.

It was only a few months before the figure started to appear across the world. People from the village murmured to other villages and beyond when they heard what the figure looked like in its earlier stage that they believed it to be the same butcher infected with the plague of Beelzebub to infect the world with their sin to bring more to Hell. Everyone believed him to be the reason for the spread of the plague. It was said that if you were to see him within the fields outside of any town, village, or city that all the inside were destined to die.

The Ghost of The Black Death.

A figure that would strike the fear into the hearts of all.

A horde of rats followed behind him in trails as flies buzzed around his head, if he was near you would always see a Black Shuck which commanded a storm alongside it as if they were his hounds of doom brought along to give the townsfolk warning of their dire fates and to pray to the Almighty while they were still apart.

A black coat hid the majority of his body as bloodied rags of old hunting gear of a peasant hung off of skeletal remains with a jaw hanging off his neck as if it was a necklace as it was tied there with rope. Messy blonde hair spread out in all directions as blood leaked out from the tear ducts in a false mockery of the tears that millions had split in their last moments. No nose or bottom jaw could be found, decayed off long ago. The face looked skeletal as teeth, gums, and a tongue were exposed to the bitter air that reeked of death and loss as the cheeks were tattered in form as more skin continued to flake off as it continued to decays; once blue eyes so full of life were left sunken, dead as if they were another victim that had succumb to the plague that the Ghost was said to bring alongside him. A trail of buboes surrounded his neck as if it was a noose to which he could hang himself with as the tail was marked by a diversion of buboes that wrapped around and under his arms to around his groyne. His spine and ribs jutted out for all to see underneath the greyed skin which was littered with blackened patches of decay as branches of red veins leaked and bleed out to leave a path of blood in his wake for all to track him by. Still, as he rotted away, vague faints of the muscular body that had been far gone from its prime lingered where it once remained. The bottom of his calves with his feet and the bottom of his forearms with his hands had turned black and mummified from the decay and gangrene that had taken them over, leaving no remaining sensations within the hands to feel the warmth of a human ever again for the rest of eternity.

If you were to see him late at night, staring into your soul you better pray that The Ghost does not turn you into another soul like him.

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qiutls · 11 months

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TNGDH 007

[ You can use "Summon" once per day, starting at 00:00 AM. ]

[ The current duration of "Summon" is 30 minutes. ]

[ The location of "Summon" is currently not specified, so it is automatically carried out at the closest location. ]

[ Good Luck! (ෆ`꒳´ෆ) ]

For a moment my vision darkened then it returned quickly.

I had a slight headache, but fortunately it only lasted for a short time... The problem was, that was the only thing to be fortunate about.

As expected, "Summon" was a skill to become a human being. And according to the system, once a day there is a 30 minute time-limit.

But that doesn't matter.

There was a different problem.

"....."

I looked down at my body in disbelief.

"Fuck..."

There's nothing.

There's no clothes.

Right now, I'm actually naked.

Crazy. This is really crazy. God, how could you do this...

[ ๑‘͡o_‘͡o๑;; ]

At that exact moment, without being able to digest my circumstances, I felt a presence.

Creak―.

Has the sound of opening a bathroom door ever felt this scary. I stiffened, then thought of everything a human could do in 30 seconds.

And there was only one conclusion.

Let's run away.

If I get caught here, it's over. I don't want to die as an unidentified pervert who broke into the Grand Duke's study without underwear on.

I won't just be branded as a suspicious person, I'll be branded as a suspicious pervert! Right now, I'm more unhappy than I was in my previous life. It's a shame to live a life this miserable. I'd rather be a hamster.

... Clothes! Where can I find some clothes!

I rushed out of the study after reaching a black shirt that was placed on the chair. I didn't even think about taking the pants. In the first place, I don't think those pants would fit because they were large.

... More than that, how could you not give me a single piece of clothing!

"Guard!"

After only a short amount of time, Kyle's shouts could be heard from inside the study. I ran as fast as I could, the bottom part of the shirt fluttering like a dress. It was the first time in my life that I had run so hard.

"Cough. Wheeze."

I caught my breath and glued myself to the wall at the corner of the hallway.

If my life was going to be life this, you could just have made me transmigrate into a cheetah or a chameleon! You made me ride the wheel so badly, was it a rehearsal for this?

I was reprimanding the system in a rage when guards came from the opposite corridor. When I turned my head to slightly, I saw Kyle leaving the room.

"It's gone."

His voice was so cold that it felt dreary. It seemed like if you asked him what was gone, he'd separate your head and body then continue to say, "your life is gone."

Kyle roared as the soldiers scurried in front of him

"Cashew Nut is gone."

Is that more important than the intruders just a while ago?

"Your Highness, by Cashew Nut... do you mean that rat... Eup-"

"Your Highness, did you see the demonic beast leave the room?"

"No, but the door was half-opened when I came out. I don't know how it opened but..."

I kept listening to Kyle's voice as if I was possessed, even though I knew I had to run away.

But even if I run away now, I think I'll get caught by him who has superhuman senses. I think it's best to stick to the wall for now.

"It wasn't there, it disappeared."

"First, I'll have everyone close the doors and windows of the castle and look for the hamster. It shouldn't have gone too far, My Lord, for it is small in size."

"Call the magicians of the division at the top of the tower."

"... What? The guests, Your Highness?"

"Although it's a child, it's still a demonic beast. We need to ask if they have mana stones to look for its traces."

Kyle gritted his teeth and said.

"Tell them to name a price. No, tell them you'll pay them twice the amount of what they asked for."

"I understand Your Highness, by the way..."

I saw one of the knight who joined late take off his coat and pass it forward.

"Why are you not dressed?"

... I'm sorry. I'll give the Grand Duke a new shirt. I really need this one, it's freezing cold and I can't walk around naked.

[ ↓ᏊꈍꈊꈍᏊ↓ ]

What? What do you want me to do? You want to try wearing pants in that situation and let's see if you'll get caught or not. Okay? Well? Is this your first time seeing this kind of fashion?

I ran away carefully in the opposite direction as the soldiers, ignoring the pestering system.

Still, it feels good to be human again.

As I climbed the stairs barefoot, my feet turned numb from the cold and my hands and ears started to tingle.

How on earth do people live in this cold castle.

Is this really a place where people live? I huffed and slipped through the cleaning tools and waited for a while.

"Windows! Close the windows first!"

"No matter how unintelligent that beast is, will he really fall over the window?"

"Hey, is this your first time on the job? If something happens to that beast, we all die."

That's right, even though as the hamster in question I won't throw myself off the window, it's still a good decision to close them. This is the reality of human life, you won't know where, when and what's going to happen. Just like me right now.

"Let's find it later, just close all the doors and windows first. If you don't there's a possibility that it might leave the castle."

"All right, I'll ask the guests for their understanding."

"Sen! Where the hell did that brat go? That kid is the fastest among us servants."

"Maybe they're resting again in a room that's not being used."

"Ugh!"

People trudged past my hiding place. It was fortunate they didn't try to look amongst the brooms and mop because of the urgency of the situation.

By the way... What do I do now?

I wore a shirt, but I didn't have any plans aside from escaping.

[ "Summon" will conclude in 20 minutes. ]

Does that mean I'll turn back into a hamster?

[ You can specify a location within a 10m radius when using "Summon". ]

That's not the problem right now! The whole castle is being turned upside down. Can I just go out as a hamster, "Ta-da, I actually was home the whole time." I can't do it, it's too suspicious.

I pressed down on my throbbing temples and sighed deeply. I should be happy that I finally became human since I've been looking forward to this since the beginning, but right now I can't do anything but worry.

"By any chance, was I a twisted breadstick in my past life..."

Even though my fate is twisted and miserable, can it be really this twisted?

By the way, isn't the duration of being human too short? I can't believe it's only 30 minutes. You're basically telling me I have to live as a hamster forever for 23 hours and 30 minutes a day.

[ If you raise the miracle value, the duration for "Summon" becomes longer! ]

What the hell.

Whatever, once I turn into a hamster, I'll go somewhere that's easy to see. If I'm lucky, someone will be able to notice me and take me back, if not then I can just go back on my own.

It's not because I want to return as a pet hamster, but because it's already hard to survive going back and forth from hamster to human with the current miracle value, let alone change the fate of this novel.

No matter how much I know the plot, or how much the system helps me, once I get kicked by boots of misfortune, my life would end.

[ "Summon" will end soon. ]

I just finally became human again, but 30 minutes passed by without being able to enjoy it. I feel so sad.

Come to think of it, in the original work there was also a festival in the north. Wasn't this the time when Serena, the heroine who was currently an orphan, met Belial, the second prince?

During this period, there was also an accident that happened between Kyle and Belial that made their relationship worse to the point of no repair. What was it again...

― Eek! [ Time flies so fast ]

Half an hour already passed while I was thinking.

Blue light engulfed my body... No, that's not right. What am i saying right now? I'm originally human, not a hamster. basically, he says blue light engulfed his body and he turned back to what he is originally, but it was hard to translate without it sounding off & redundant.

Ehem. Let's do it again.

Blue light engulfed my body and I returned to being a hamster, I bit the black shirt and struggled to drag it with me. If I'm going to turn into human at least once in the future, I can probably wear it then...

Is it possible that this is expensive?

I'm sorry, it's only one shirt. It should be cheaper compared to the fancy ornaments in my three story house right?

"The demonic beast is gone? I thought they were putting it in a cage to raise it?"

"Well, I was told it escaped, I don't know the details, orders were just passed down. That's what happened."

"What about the magicians?"

"They said they couldn't find it and that they couldn't feel the flow of magic at all."

"... Does that make sense?"

That's right, this hamster probably changed to a normal hamster since I transmigrated into it, instead of it being possessed by magic, so you really wouldn't be able to feel the mana.

I felt a little sorry for them who probably got excited for no reason, but don't worry too much, if the Grand Duke's mood doesn't become worse, he'll probably still give the money.

"You said it was the same size as a little mouse, didn't you? Then I don't think it could've gotten too far. I think it would've went somewhere dark and quiet... I'll look around here. Why don't you check the other side? Also, check if any windows and doors were not closed properly."

After cramming the clothes into the corner of the storage room, I was winding myself between things then I felt someone approaching.

I have no idea who this person might be, but I'll just show myself so they can take me to Kyle without any detours.

I raised my head at the servant who found me.

But why do they look familiar.

Eh.

Soft brown hair and clear green eyes. Her constellation-like freckles were scattered on her nose and cheeks. With glasses covering half her face, I could tell instinctively.

This person is...

[ Serena ]

That's right, the heroine of the original novel, Serena, it was the very face I saw in the system window.

... This is how we're meeting?

I looked at her with mixed feelings. Why would someone who was supposed to meet Belial in the capital, be here in the north?

Ah!

After thinking for so long, I finally realized what's wrong, didn't I transmigrate which made Serena be unable to transmigrate.

So this person, is a different Serena from the original?

It seems like the story has been changed, right now her name isn't even Serena, as it's a name reserved only for empresses.

"Sen! Did you find it?"

A maid's voice rang behind her back. I stood still for a moment then gently crept up to the palm of her hand which was stretched out.

All right. I choose you.

Your fate has changed because of me so there should at least be some compensation.

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prismaticpichu · 9 months

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Angeal, strolling down the hallway, crosses paths with his student. His student, who happens to be holding an animal cage with a small golden hamster inside.

“Zack, what—“ Angeal’s eyes widen, gaping at the fuzzy blob of rodent nestled in the bedding. “You got a pet?!”

“Sure did!” Zack chirps, blue eyes bright and electric, the doughiest of smiles on his face as peeks between the bars. “I call him Chibbles. Isn’t he precious?!”

Chibbles squeaks hello.

Angeal expression doesn’t change. “Wh—where on Gaia did you get him…?”

“Sephiroth got him for me!”

“What?!” Angeal gapes.

“Yeah!” Zack beams, watching as Chibbles paws at his ears. “He said taking care of a pet teaches all sorts of responsibility, so we went over to that pet shop in Sector 7 and picked him out!”

Angeal stands there, blinking. Speechless. But digesting the reasoning all the same.

He supposes that is true; Sephiroth did have a point…. Pets did teach responsibility, focus. And Gaia knows Zack could earn a bit more points in that field.

“Alright, alright.” Angeal straightens back, folding his arms in understanding. “Just take good care of—“

Suddenly, a woman’s scream is heard erupting from around the corner, and out comes Genesis, bolting down the corridor and past the others with a feral raccoon in tow. The shrieking gradually fades away as the auburn vanishes out of view, a series of rabid snarls ripping through the air behind him.

“What was THAT?” Angeal shouts in the direction of the creature.

“Oh, that’s my other pet!” Zack chirps. “Sephiroth got him for me.”

“WHY?”

“I asked him to.”

#ffvii #zack fair #angeal hewley #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #randomness #crisis core #ff7 #ffvii crisis core #another nugget of stupidity for your reading pleasure!

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themoonsbride · 1 year

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Protective Peter is just something else.. 🥵 Andd because of him I was thinking about requesting one shot with him - where reader is scared, sitting in the chair with the scientists around her, listening their talking about another experiments they want to do on her, and when she's almost crying, Peter enters the room and with just one move of his hand all the scientists are dead 🤭 I just know that he would be the most protective boyfriend ever 🤤

I had fun writing this !! thank you so much for your request beautiful ♡

Give Me Your Heart And Your Hand And We Can Run .

pairing; Protective!boyfriend!Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

summary; In the request! readers scared whilst listening to the scientists talk about tests to run on her, and when she finds herself on the edge of tears, Peter comes in and takes her away. <3

warnings; mentions of murder, crying, extreme fear

a/n; I'm trying so hard to think of something to write for Anthony Hope oh my god it's not even funny

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The sound of printing and machinery filled the room, but the fear was the only thing blanking everything out. Your skin prickled with goosebumps.

Scientists were inside of the testing room, where you'd been forced into. You didn't want to do this, you missed the outside world.

People must've thought you were dead, or just went missing, maybe even moved. You hated to think about it, you weren't dead, you were kidnapped.

You tried to focus on reality, fear was consuming you, bound to swallow you whole at some point.

Suddenly there was a headset being forced onto your head, thankfully they wouldn't be buzzing you to your scalp since you were 28.

At least they allowed you some sort of freedom, but only because you knew the fucked intentions or Hawkins Labrotory.

You'd read the newspapers, the articles, hell you've seen the building for yourself before you became trapped inside if that place like someone trapped a hamster inside a cage.

And the facility making you play along in their tests and mess of genetics to give you physiological powers was like the hamster running on the wheel.

You focused your attention on the white walls, then the tiled flooring, the feeling of the headset thats wrapped around your head, and suddenly reality had pulled you back to itself.

"Is Brenner going to allow us to put her inside of the Nina project?" One of the female scientists asked, your ears were suddenly one of the most active senses you had.

You glanced up at the camera in the corner, the red blinking light was the most color there could've been inside the room.

You looked down at the floor, it had a shine to it from the nauseating white lights in the ceiling slabs. it reminded you of the classroom ceiling from high school.

"Brenner hasn't had any of the others test out the Nina project, it could be dangerous."

"But he needs a test subject, we could use her instead of risking one of the children subjects."

Your breathe caught inside of your throat. Children subjects? what the fuck? this rancid place tested on children?

"No, Brenner strictly informed us to not interfere her with anything else until we've studied her brain enough to estimate what she can and cannot do."

"It's still worth a chance to confrence with him and discuss having use her as a test run for Nina."

Your heart rate felt like it was beginning to speed as your fear began to swallow and digest you.

"Fine, we will conference with Brenner and discuss it then, but as of now we are focusing on seeing if her mind can handle the challenge of the test examples we have in place."

You weren't sure if you'd ever make it out if this building alive, or what it would've mattered even if you did, how would you cover it up to the outside world? where people didn't know the containments of Hawkins Labrotory.

You didn't want to be here, or anywhere else in the building, you weren't sure where you wanted to be, you just wanted to get away.

Your throat began to feel sore, like there was a wire wrapping itself in your nerves of your neck, and your eyes became soggy.

This was not what you would've expected your adult-life to have turned into, a lab rat. Your life has been now officially thrown away, and all you could do is live in fear.

Except that's not whats happening. And you knew that everything was now changing for you and your future when you saw the man you'd fallen in love with opened the door those scientists forced you behind.

He seemed normal, except he looked at you, for a split second, but it didn't feel like a normal glance he'd spare you, he was telling you something.

You couldn't piece together what though, what was he telling you?

"Is there something in need for you Mr. Ballard?"

"Yes, actually, I'm in need of Ms. L/n." His voice seemed firm

"Did Brenner ask you to escourt her to him?"

"Not quite."

"We're going to have to ask you to leave-"

"Gladly." And with the quick turn of his head, they all dropped dead.

You gasped quickly, as he walked over to you whilst the alarms throughout entire facility blarred.

"What did.. What did you just do?!" You asked him as he grabbed your hand, the both of you running out of the room.

"I took care of them so we can leave, like they asked us too." He looked over at you whilst the two of you ran, hand in hand and undoubtedly in love, smiling cheekily.

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard fluff #peter ballard x you #henry creel #henry creel x y/n #henry creel x reader #henry creel fanfiction #001 fluff #001 x reader #001 #jcb roles

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a34trgv2 · 7 months

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The Problem With Animated Shows Today

I shouldn't have to make a post like this because I know there's so much more animated content now than there was when I was a kid. Yet for the better part of a year, I've sat through one abysmal failure of a cartoon after the other, and I just can't stand it anymore. I'm aware the title might come off as pretentious, but rest assured I'm not a pretentious person nor to I view this post as objective fact. I'm just here expressing the common problems I have with cartoons recently and what I feel are the best steps to avoid them.

A common problem I have with cartoons recently is the awful writing on display. Shows like Samurai Rabbit, Hamster & Gretel, Ollie's Pack, and Mech Cadets all have writing that at best very underwhelming and at worst inexcusably amateurish. Scenes would go on for minutes at a time delivering boring exposition, unfunny gags, and very unnatural dialogue. It very much feels like the creators don't understand the value of basic writing principles such as "show, don't tell" "less is more" or "do much, speak little." Rather, they often go through the motions of a typical show so they can meet the given runtine and stay underbudget. For example, an episode of Centaurworld is around 26 minutes, which should be more than enough time to develop the characters, explore the world, have a good amount of funny moments and intense action scenes. What they choose to spend that runtime on instead is one note characters standing around arguing with one another, exposition dump upon exposition dump, unfunny gags, and underwhelming at best action scenes. This in turn makes the premise of the show feel wasted, like the creators only gave a successful pitch just to make something digestible to put bread on the table.

It really does feel like characters in cartoons these days are one of 2 archetypes: the annoying chatterbox and the moronic dirtbag. Let's compare 2 characters that have the same idea but vastly different executions: Eddy from Ed, Edd, n Eddy, and Ollie from Ollie's Pack. Both are outcasts who aren't good role models, but we're supposed to find them entertaining and funny. Despite those similarities, Eddy is clearly the superior character in this scenario because he often gets his comeuppance for almost immediately, and he actually does care for his friends. Ollie, in contrast, is just a selfish brat who sees his friends as expendable and doesn't get his comeuppance as quickly. Not only are the main characters detestable and annoying, but the supporting cast isn't much better as often they're either underdeveloped and unfunny or they're just parrots that always share the same thoughts as the main character. And don't even get me started on how incompetent, pathetic, and annoying the show's villains can get. Seriously, I defy anyone to make a good case for characters like Lloyd Garmadon, Jamack, the Yokai from Samurai Rabbit, or any of the villains from Hamster & Gretel.

An important aspect of animation that not many people bring up in conversation is voice acting. Voice actors are essential in giving life to characters in animation as they're able to make them sound believable and authentic. Or at least, that's what good voice acting should be. So many of the animated shows I've watched have such underwhelming or otherwise terrible voice acting that make the characters sound fake and kill my suspension of disbelief. Some of the worst vocal performances I've heard in recent memory come from Chris Houghton as Cricket Green, Meli Povenmire as Gretel Gomez, Allyn Rachel as Bee, and Danny Pudi as Tiny. They all have very terrible range, no sense of urgency in their tones, and don't sound the least bit believable as their characters. It's also frustrating to hear veteran actors give lackluster performances such as Aulil'i Carvalho as Hailey Banks, Chris Diantamopoulos as Thunder, and Karen Fukahara as Kipo. It's not entirely the fault of the actors for giving lackluster performances, as often they're at the mercy of bad voice direction who doesn't do a good job bringing out the best in their actors.

It's a given that animation on television has more limitations than big budget animated films. The best animated TV shows ever made, though, are able to work around those limitations and provide some excellent visuals that make the world feel alive. Recently though, I've notice a common problem when it comes to the animation in shows like Mech Cadets, Super Giant Robot Brothers, Daniel Spellbound, Hailey's On It, Bee and PuppyCat and My Dad The Bounty Hunter. All of them look good from a design standpoint, but in actual animation, they look choppy and stiff. This is because these shows have bad animation direction. Most people don't think about animation direction when watching a cartoon, but we can definitely tell when animation looks good versus when it looks bad. Bad animation is not just what's being shown on screen but also how it's being presented. In Mech Cadets, a character is giving a backstory to another character in a dark control room, and the camera moves around the room, showing the walls while the character talks. This is beyond inexcusable as it showcases the lack of appreciation for visual storytelling and is a complete waste of resources. Other aspects of bad animation include choppy character movements, a lack of mass on the character models, disorienting cinematography, and poor use of lighting and shading.

What can be done to avoid these shortcomings? Well, it starts by having good scripts that value showing over telling. I can't recommend Pixar's 22 Rules of Storytelling enough for aspiring writers who want to make the best scrips they can. I also think having your characters be likable and well-rounded will help a ton, especially if they're in a show about good triumphing evil. Having good actors is one thing, but it's equally important to have a very good voice director with years of experience bringing out the best in voice actors. Finally, collaborating with a skilled animation director or a very well established animation studio would do wonders. And don't be afraid to speak up and communicate with the producers on how to make the show bettee while staying within the budget. Animation is a collaborative medium and animated series today should do a better job reflecting that.

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 5 months

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Fendinn McKinney*Supporting Character

Partner(s): None Parents: Alasdair McKinney & Éabha McKinney Kids: Aoibheann McKinney Siblings: Age: Immortal but translates into start-mid 40's Birthday: 13th of August. Height: 188 cm (6.1ft) Body type: Slim but toned Eye color: White/gray/wine Classification: Immortal/demon Known powers: Shapeshifting/Falcon, posession, Darkness Consumption (The user can consume and digest darkness/shadow to sustain themselves and their powers.) Darkness Aura (The user can release and surround themselves in/with darkness/shadow for defensive and/or offensive purposes, possibly becoming almost untouchable. The aura may also give the user enhanced physical capabilities such as speed, strength and durability.) Darkness Dimension (The ability to access a dimension of nothingness, Instead of beating bad guys into submission, you can toss them into the darkness dimension where they're faced with their own mortality and ultimate nothingness.) About: ~ Scottish/Irish. ~ Keeps to himself, even when he's around others. ~ Doesn't talk much. ~ Not asocial, just don't care much about anything or anyone. ~ Not to be rude, he just lacks the care gene. ~ Strolls through life unbothered. ~ His hair always falls perfectly in place. ~ One of the older McKinney's though you wouldn't expect. ~ His name has several meanings, such as 'he who tempts', 'enemy' or 'the devil'. ~ Hates stepping in sticky things! ~ Doesn't believe in holding back, regarding anything. ~ Can't stand the smell of lavender. ~ Has a daughter he will defend for anything, though she wants nothing to do with him (he may have eaten her hamster or fiance or something like that) ~ Will pay the highest price to never let anyone close. Ever. ~ Extremely private. ~ Likes to play with his food. ~ Ignore ignore ignore. ~ You are possible less. ~ Loves; Brandy, sex, blood, striking matches, clementines, violin music, sweet tobacco, pumpkin soup and darkness. ~ Dresses in the same leather pants and the same sleeveless turtleneck sweater. ~ Smells like pine cones and gunpowder. Fendinn's tag Fendinn's house/home Fendinns's moodboard Ask/answer pic:

One song to describe him: Simon & Garfunkel - I am a rock.

Personal play list: Just Paganini

#Fendinn McKinney #Demon #Irish demon #Scottish demon #immortal #supernatural #simographysup #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr

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astroboots · 4 months

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(Last one I swear)

Hamsteven is sick of lettuce. He wants some garlic bread!

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Hahahaha NEVER STOP

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I always imagine Steven as gluttonous and I think as a hamster he would be doubly so! at least for his size, cause he is used to human portions but his tiny hamster body can't digest it all.

Also reader becomes increasingly concerned about his sweet tooth cause she read that hamster cannot handle that much sugar and puts him on a healthy diet that Hamsteven hates. Will totally throw a tantrum and try to steal her food off her plate.

#🐹 hamsteven

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ecologydyke · 2 years

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there are certain “levels” of exotic pets that i like to use and obviously there’s nuance to everything but in a simple and digestible way of saying it, there are three levels in the way i think about exotic pets. i won’t be including domesticated animals like pigs or turkeys despite them being exotic pets because owning domesticated animals is ethical by default given the correct care. i’m not sure if there’s actual terms for my levels but they are as follows:

ethical

with the assumption that they’re being properly cared for by people that can meet their needs, these animals are perfectly fine to have as captive pets. a lot of them would be more accurately described as livestock but they still fall under exotic pets for the purposes of the list. these would be animals like peafowl, emus, certain insects, certain fish, and certain reptiles and amphibians.

semi-ethical

semi-ethical exotic pets need a lot more context in order to be deemed as ethical or unethical. the existence of them in the pet trade is unethical by default, but it is possible to keep them in a way that is good for the animal, albeit extremely difficult, expensive, and time consuming. owning a semi-ethical exotic pet does not automatically make you a bad person, since after all, they need somewhere to go because there’s a disproportionate amount in the pet trade, however breeding semi-ethical exotic pets with the intention of selling them does. with the assumption that the animal is being given proper care and the owner doesn’t support their breeding and existence in the pet trade, it is technically ethical to have one, although they should not be in the pet trade at all. these would be pets like parrots, axolotls, certain fish, and hamsters (no they aren’t domestic).

non-ethical

these are animals that are not ethical at all as pets and owning one DOES make the owner a bad person by default. these animals do not belong in a pet environment, need very specific care, and only belong in captivity in proper zoos and sanctuaries. them existing as a pet is abuse by default, because they are never getting the proper care, whether the owner is aware of it or not. these would be animals like foxes, owls, apes, raccoons, possums, big cats (servals do count), wolves, coyotes, and bats.

obviously there are more animals in every category, but i just can’t really think of them all. no one should ever own a non-ethical exotic pet, semi-ethical exotic pets should only be gotten as rescues by capable owners, and ethical exotic pets should only be owned by people who know what they’re doing. there is a reason we domesticated animals. it is not easy to care for an undomesticated animal. peafowl should only be kept as pets on farms where they have plenty of space and proper diet and housing, as well as being located in a secluded area because they’re loud. emus need acres of space and a barn, as well as someone who knows how to handle and respect an emu because they can kill you. fish, insects, reptiles, and amphibians all need very specific and usually naturalistic habitats, which is hard to replicate for many of them. they also require a lot of upkeep (apart from insects; some of them you can pretty much leave there), time, and money. it is absolutely possible to have an exotic pet that is domesticated: pigeons, pigs, ferrets, and pigeons are all domestic and perfectly fine to own given proper care. research is the key to having any pet, especially exotic ones.

#i dont really know why i posted this but it is my ecology blog so whatever #this is how i rank exotic animals. obviously it’s not perfect and i’m by no means an expert but i think it works well enough #if there’s anything incorrect in here please correct me! im always open to learning more #infodump #ecology #exotic pets #pets #petblr

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fullmetalnihongostudy · 1 year

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Homemade Hamster Food 🐹

Why would you want to make homemade hamster food?

A lot of commercial hamster mixes are SUPER processed. Pellet food is often made of difficult to digest ingredients like soy and pea husks.

These don't fill your hamster up, aren't nutritiously satisfying, and pellets are often coated in artificial flavors or molasses to make them more appealing to your hamster.

Hamsters can be picky eaters and you may see them stuffing themselves on seeds and leaving the pellets. Pellet mixes are often proposed BECAUSE of this very issue as, being nutritionally balanced, they ensure your hamster doesn't selectively intake nutrients. Yet often the hamster leaves the pellets becayse they make them feel sick.

The solution is to ensure your hamster gets nutrition some other way. In the wild they eat whole grains and seeds and even insects. Fruit should be given sparingly as a treat.

This mix includes:

pot barley

millet

buckwheat

pinhead oats

hemp seeds

alfalfa seeds

golden linseed

mealworms

sunflower seeds

pine kernels (sparingly)

I was really pleased with this as it worked out better than going to the pet store in terms of price. I used a local grocery store, and I'd also rather support them than buy from more commercial sources. But as a result I wound up with a lot of brown paper bags of leftover ingredients, though luckily, they're non perishable.

Hamsters need protein too! Insects are how they would gain this naturally.

Seeds and nuts should be given more sparingly as they are high in fat. For a much clearer guide than what I can write, this website does the job amazingly.

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#hamsters #roborovski hamster #syrian hamster #hamblr #hamster #hamsterblr #petblr #pet hamster #rodentblr #cute animals #cute pets #pet care

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tribbetherium · 1 year

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Following the wave of asking questions about some of the groups. How are bumbaas overall doing? I know megafaunal forms are thriving in South Ecatoria but have they have any success in other continents? I'm specially curious about the Omniboar since it's a relict yet so adaptable (also beelzeboars were my favorite hamster lol)

The bumbaas, a clade of omnivorous cavybaras with tusks for digging up roots, are fairly successful in the Middle Temperocene, present in most continents save for Austro-Easaterra where tetracorns and blubbats fill their role instead, and in North Westerna, where relic hammoths thrive.

One lineage, the beelzeboars, were large, stocky predators and near-obligate carnivores that thrived in the Therocene, their hooves and thick hides allowing them to become the top predators of the saberleaf savannahs, but the Glaciocene would prove catastrophic for the clade: both for the initial freeze of the Glaciocene that killed off most of their Therocene diversity, and later the end-Glaciocene extinction that finished off the few remaining survivors, save for one genus-- the omniboars.

Omniboars, descended from the giant boardozers, succeeded as they had abandoned their carnivory and returned to a more generalist omnivore diet. With powerful crunching jaws, differentiated teeth with adaptations for slicing, cutting, cracking and grinding, a proportionally large head housing powerful jaw muscles, strong and well-developed neck, shoulder and back muscles to support its massive skull, and a potent stomach able to digest a wide variety of food.

The gnarly gnork (Pantophagohyus teratocephalus) is a typical, textbook example of Middle Therocene omniboars: about large dog size, and with the most varied of diet that combines grazing, foraging, browsing, rooting, scavenging, hunting and prey theft, all in one. They will eat practically anything they can find, even the most inedible of meals: including dung, with undigested seeds in them, dead wood and whatever fungi or insects grow in them, washed-up marine life that they pick off on coastal areas, bones from carcasses, which they crack to get at the marrow, and will even consume or chew up dirt and soil and rocks to access some supplementary, necessary minerals.

Gnarly gnorks, however, differ from the typical omniboar by the presence of bony protrusions on their heads, possessed by both sexes but bigger in males, which act as threat displays as well as blunt weapons for headbutting rivals. During the wet rainy season they primarily forage and graze, but are increasingly carnivorous in the dry summer, and their behavior reflects likewise: they become more social at this point and less hostile to their own species, sometimes engaging in cooperation to scare off rival predators and scavengers to access carcasses and steal their food.

Omniboars are not specialized in any of these food and lifestyle and thus process nutrition a fair bit less efficiently than other animals with digestive systems specialized to such jobs. But by being able to eat basically anything, omniboars persist by minimizing competition and expanding their options, thus alleviating competition from a whole array of other competing herbivore and carnivore species alike.

#speculative evolution #speculative biology #spec evo #speculative zoology #hamster's paradise #ask

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