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#i want to meet a critter in the wild
takasgf · 6 months
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i feel, think and behave like an animal and yet i am expected to act like a human when i have no knowledge of such a thing
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djmurphy · 3 months
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Saw people making parents for Brozone so I decided to make my own version too! Only I wanted to try something a little... different
We've seen people make one parent, maybe even 2... but what about 3??
Meet my version of their parents, Terra Bloom, Plum Rose, and Storm Zone!
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Plum Rose is the son of Rosiepuff. He's known for being a calm and patient Troll. He's actually a teacher for both the boys as well as other trolling around the tree.
My current voice claim for him is Alejandro Saab
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Terra Bloom is known for her research on wildlife outside the Troll Tree; from the littlest glow critters, to the wild armadillobusses. She likes to take the boys out camping and teaches them everything she knows about "getting down to basics"
My current voice claims for her is Amalee
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Storm Zone is actually a runaway Rock Troll. After a heated argument with his brother, he decided to travel around. He's mostly a stay-at-home dad and watches over the kids. He enjoys singing them soft rock songs for bed
My current voice claims is Alejando Saab
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(Also, if it wasn't obvious, I made it so the boys resemble their concept designs a bit more because I actually liked the variety besides their hair as kids)
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naffeclipse · 2 months
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It gives me such a big Fox!Sun vibes like it's him just look
https://youtube.com/shorts/yxjxTkIB2nc?si=9T4AUt_w4V0u3gqk
Also it made me curious, what it would be like if y/n was a human instead? How would they meet the boys, and what would make them fall for y/n?
Kisses I hope you will have a great day
The fox screams are adorable!! Augh, that's a very excited Fox!Sun!
A human Y/N with the fox boys has a different vibe. You're not afraid of any tall tales of the fox men you've heard around the region, and you certainly don't believe in them. What's a myth in a wild land that the people tend to shy away from? It's simple fear, you think.
You venture through the forest and meadows blanketed in snow, spying creatures and critters along, much more afraid of you than you are of them, but sometimes you see large tracks. Sometimes you think you hear snickering laughter when you accidentally trip face-first into a mound of snow. Sometimes you feel the weight of a gaze upon you. You leave some bait behind, setting up your camera—not that you believe in the myths, just that you want to find the rational explanation for whatever is slinking through the trees.
You always come back to your bait gown and your camera disturbed, much to your charging. You chalk it up to the local kids messing with your endeavors—though it's hard to ignore the large tracks scattered around the area.
Then, you venture too far, and in losing track of time and realizing that the weather is turning, you start to trek back to shelter. You're a bit too late. The blizzard hits, and you're lost. Hopelessly, helplessly lost. You can't see an inch in front of your face. The jacket you wear wasn't meant for the sunny day you walked out into, not this howling storm piercing you with snowflakes.
You stumble, and shiver, curling up into a ball on the ground, trying to coax yourself back to your feet but it's really, really cold, and you're sleepy. You shouldn't be sleepy, but you drift away as snow dusts your frozen cheeks—
Then you're grabbed, heaved into soft, warm arms, and lugged through the withering gales. You wonder who's saving you but can't see enough through the storm. Then, it's cut off by a burrow, a warm, earth-scented den. You curl up closer to the bodies holding you close between them. Voices, strange, musical voices, mutter and murmur throughout the night until you can feel your fingers and toes again.
When you finally lift your head, you're greeted by two vulpine grins and a polite introduction, the fluff of their tails still gathered close to you as if they're not certain you're thawed.
You blurt out that they're not real. The one, yellow and bright with piercing eyes, laughs and assures you that they are very real. The other, blue and dark with haunting eyes, murmurs that you're quite foolish to be catch out in a storm like that. You can't find your tongue in the initial moment, still processing that these two divine creatures are in the flesh before your eyes.
But you have time to rethink your beliefs. So long as the walk back to civilization, you hope, is a long one.
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zigzagoon is my favorite pokemon. would they make for a good pet?
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I’m very happy to report that zigzagoons would make excellent pets! Like, for a peek behind the curtain, we’re talking top ten highest score! And they’re cute! They’re a great choice.
They’re dense little critters, nearing forty pounds while being so low to the ground, but certainly not to the point of being too large for the home. Don’t get me wrong, you will need to make changes in order to successfully keep one in the home though. For one, the fur on their back is bristly and hard. Like with a real-world hedgehog, you will really want to pet them the right way to make sure you don’t get hurt! In the wild, zigzagoons use their bristly fur to mark their territory on trees (Sapphire). This could obviously be a problem in the home, and is a behavior you’ll probably want to address through training, as you would with any pet that marks their territory in a problematic way.
If you adopt a zigzagoon, plan to go on a lot of excursions with them! Zigzagoons are incredibly curious critters who live to explore (Ruby), so they’d love to go on adventures with you! Make sure to outfit them with a harness though, you don’t want them to get lost: they are said to become interested “in anything that [they happen] to see” (Ruby) and have a great sense of smell (Emerald). You never know what kinds of treasures you may be able to find each together, as zigzagoons are experts at finding things hidden “in the grass or even in the ground” (Diamond/Pearl/Platinum)!
Zigzagoons are likely to be great companions, as they’re known to be friendly and calm (Sword). They may even help you find lost items with their sense of smell (Shield)! When conflict arises, zigzagoons don’t usually resort to violence. They’ve even been observed playing dead when confronted by enemies rather than meeting them in battle (Sapphire). Luckily enough, even if they do attack, they aren’t very dangerous. Surprisingly, they don’t seem to bite or scratch with their claws, relying on throwing their dense weight around with moves like Tackle and Take Down. These little guys just aren’t that menacing. They can even heal themselves with Rest, which is a huge plus. If you know how to handle your zigzagoon without getting pricked by their back fur, you should be a-ok!
Zigzagoons would make great pets! They’re friendly, curious little critters who avoid violence whoever they can. And, come on… they’re ADORABLE. I love zigzagoons. I would like one right now, please.
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taxidermycanine · 2 months
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5 VIDEO GAMES FOR THERIANS.
i'm going to try to be as inclusive as possible like my last thread :0) enjoy!!
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for my other wolf therians (or canine therians in general) out there — wolfquest !! live the life you were meant to live in this realistic wolf simulator. find a mate, hunt, raise pups, and defend what's yours!! this game is $20 on steam and itchio, it comes with the OG game too if you ever want to play the older version :03
you can play with up to 8 friends on multiplayer, there's a saga in the works (the completed version of the game), DLCs for those with extra cash to spare, and 88 achievements on steam for those who love collecting things!!
as someone who plays this game every day, and has been playing since i was a small child, i highly recommend this game not only from a therian perspective, but also because it's extremely fun to play!!
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for any lynx therians out there, i recommend shelter 2 !! play as a mother lynx striving to keep her cubs alive and fed as you hunt prey, explore the wildlife and prepare for other animals trying to harm you and your young.
this game is incredibly pretty and, from my own experience, runs on even the shittiest computers with relative ease.
and yes, you can name both you and your babies :03
this game is $25 on steam and has a DLC for $10, it has 26 achievements and doesn't take too long to complete!!
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if you're not a wild animal, but still feline, then i suggest you get the game stray !!
control an orange cat as you try to find your way back to your clowder after falling into a pit away from them. explore your environment, which can get pretty dangerous at times, so be careful!! but it isn't all bad out there, you'll meet friends, and people that love you.
story aside, this game is extremely fun to play and easy to control. i'm not a cat therian, but playing the game i felt immersed in the world, i felt like i WAS the cat. this game is $30 on steam :0)
the best part? you can meow. constantly.
i recommend a computer that can handle games with high graphics for the best results.
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for any geese (or ducks) out there, you should get untitled goose game !! love mischief? even better, that's ALL you do in this game. steal things, make things hard for the townsfolk, honk and wear hats!! it's even multiplayer, double the irritability!!
this game is extremely fun and lighthearted, my favorite part is how you can collect things in it!! i love building a mountain of stolen goods and running around aimlessly as a silly little bird.
it runs well on all computers from my own experience, and you can buy it for $20 on steam!!
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and last, but not least, meadow !! this game was produced by the same developers that made shelter 1 & 2 :0)
play as multiple animals in this online world, unlock different skins and new critters to play as, meet and make new friends, explore the environment around you. this game is suitable for all and one of the cheaper ones on this list at $10.
it runs easily on most software and is wonderful to play if you need some time to wind down in the evening after a stressful day due to the muted colors, calm environment and interesting style :03
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randoimago · 6 months
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Hi there! Could you please do headcanons on Astarion, Wyll, Karlach and Gale with a Druid reader? And if it’s okay to be more specific, one who’s in the Circle of Stars? Thank you!
With a Circle of Stars Druid Reader
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Character(s): Astarion, Gale, Karlach, Wyll
Type of Request: Headcanons
Note(s): Ngl when I was looking into Circle of the Stars, it made me very much want to make a Druid character (that I'll probably never get to actually play in a campaign 😔 )
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Astarion
Oh good, finally someone that can use those random hovels that he always ends up coming across in his travels. He'd tell you to stay safe and don't play hero if you do decide to go through one, but also maybe find something shiny.
Asks if you're able to turn into a bear for research purposes. Is a bit disappointed if you can't. Sure, your shining dragon thing is pretty, but you're a druid. Why can't you turn into an actual dragon?
Just a bit of agree to disagreements with Astarion. Your fascination of the night sky is nice and all - and yeah, it's a bit romantic - but he's honestly a bit tired of the night. If your star magic can make him live in the daylight then that'll be great. Until then, he hopes this tadpole doesn't screw him over.
Gale
He's heard of druids that seek to control the cosmos, to meet someone from one of those circles is fascinating to him. Gale absolutely wants to hear of what findings you or your circle might have.
Honestly, he wants to hear about any interesting facts you have of constellations too. Just any knowledge in general, he'd love to learn. Gale is happy to tell you whatever knowledge he might have as well.
Gale is also a bit intrigued with our Wild Shaping abilities too. He has met many interesting creatures that he's summoned and while he knows you can't transform into many of them, he does have a request. Just now and then when he's reading a good book, he'd love if you can be a cat that he can cuddle with too.
Karlach
Karlach is so excited that you're a druid. She has a list of animals she's always wanted to pet, but has been unable to because of her running a bit hot. So if you'd be willing to indulge in becoming little critters for her to pet then she'll be ecstatic.
Considering a lot of her life has been stuck in the Hells, hearing that you are studying and learning about the skies sounds like a dream to her. She'll gladly hear any stories you have of the sparkling lights in the sky, happy to think back on those stories instead of remembering the ones from her past.
Might not quite understand everything you tell her about the stars and night sky - specifically the sciency stuff - but she does love listening to stories behind each constellation. Can't help but joke with you about one day having her own constellation in the night sky.
Wyll
With all of Wyll's traveling, he has some knowledge of the stars. He's needed to rely on them to help him travel a bit so he'd love to learn a bit about your star maps in hopes it'll also help him out in the future.
Can't help but be slightly in awe when he sees your Starry Form. He finds it absolutely gorgeous. The way you glimmer and look like the a star map yourself is amazing. As if he thought he couldn't fall in love further, you just prove him wrong.
Wyll is on a mission whenever your group stops at a city or town now. He's just looking for star maps or special inks and such for you to create and add on to your own. While it's not quite bouquets of flowers, he hopes that you appreciate the gesture.
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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months
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I want to ask what the Monkie Kid crew relationship with animals is? I know Sandy loves/is loved by cats, and there is a funny theory that I seen that Wukong is just an animal magnet. But what are your thoughts on this?
Wukong has Disney Princess-level animal magnetism. But especially towards Horses. Sun Wukong is barred from most derbies/tracks cus if he walks in, all the race horses will immediately trot over happily cus "The Bimawen is here!!" And he'll happily jump the fence to give every horse a petting. And yeah almost all wild animals (save apex predators) just feel happy around him.
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("Havok in Heaven" 1961)
Macaque, despite his foreboding aura, often ends up swarmed by younger/baby animals. He pretends not to know why. It's cause he has shameless mom instincts. Even if he was considered an Outsider to the original Monkey demon troop, he was adored by the infants he cared for. Those said infants are now grown immortal monkeys who see him as their many-times great-grandmother. If Sun Wukong is the honorary "Grandfather/Yeye/Waigong Sun" (as said in JttW) to all monkey demons, then Macaque is "Grandmother/Nainai/Zumu Liu'er". A similar effect occurs in rabbits (decendants of the wild moon rabbits he knew when he lived with Chang'e).
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Sandy ofc loves cats and has similar Disney Princess-energy towards wild animals as seen in "To Catch a Leaf". Also tarantulas - you know why.
Pigsy claims to hate animals, but he folds if a cat or dog even headbutts him. Makes a million excuses why he doesnt run off the alley cats the hang out outside the restaurant. ("They're good for pest control.", "Leftovers gotta go somewhere.", "Tang you're petting one right now." Etc).
Tang loves animals like cats, but its a 50/50 if they'll even indulge him. I hc that he's a little scared of dogs and large birds (cicada instincts), but will pet a friendly good boi if they make a good first impression. Thinks pet bugs are really neat and underrated (Pigsy has banned him from getting any).
MK loves dogs. He is pure dog loving energy. Will look at an immortal celestial warhound and ask "Who's a good boy?" and he'll most likely get a tail wagging. Also thinks turtles are mega cool.
Mei I hc wasn't allowed pets in the Long/Dragon household, so she can be over-enthusiastic when meeting new critters, and gets sad when they scurry off startled. Wukong has been teaching her some of his old Bimawen tactics though, since she really loves horses (literal horse girl energy) and was def the little girl who asked for a pony every birthday.
Red Son is def a lizard/bird parent. I love the hc that his fave animals are chickens, and could def see him having a loose hen in the palace (wearing hygenic birdy pants ofc). He also seems like he'd vibe with desert/hot climate reptiles who see him as a heat lamp. Towards cattle and big farm animals tho? His territorial bull instincts flare up and starts picking fights.
Nezha likes snakes. Don't look too deep into it. (They remind him of Ao Bing). Thinks cats and dogs are overrated.
Bai He. Cats cats cats! She loves them in all their forms. Big, small, fluffy, sphinx! Like Mei she can be over-enthusiastic, and often gets scratched/bitten by street animals she tries to befriend. Big cats seem to like her for some reason.
+Bonus au character: Chenxiang loves birds. Especially water birds. They remind him of his very early childhood when ducks, geese, and crane would follow him and his mother while lotus harvesting. Will not stand for goose slander. Will get swarmed by flocks of birds if left alone in a public park.
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owlespresso · 7 months
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kuras meets a strange critter. 800 words. my specific mc and not a reader-insert. feel free to blacklist "a strange horse" if you don't want to see any other my mc-specific posts.
Kuras picked up a woman, half dead, in the wastes, and now she is unconscious on his only cot. Still breathing, despite the wide gashes and recently-reattached arm. Precious few were bold—or foolish enough to trek the wastes to make it to Eridia. While he regrets the unkind fate the caravan was met with, he is grateful that he managed to save a life. 
He had thought her a mere girl, at first. A child, so small. Her unconscious form, half-submerged, had been coddled by the bodies of no less than five Soulless. Had the travelers taken up arms, managing to slay a handful before their inevitable deaths? Killing one of the accursed beasts was an impressive enough feat for a group of ordinary folk. Had she not been bleeding out her life by the lungful, he would have liked to remain and inspect the scene.
Saving a life, he decides, is more important than sifting through broken remains and corpses torn asunder. 
She snaps up from her rested position in one, violent motion. The blankets are tossed to her waist. There’s a wild, hunted look in those wide eyes as they dart around his office, before finally landing on him. He’s completely frozen, thumb wedged still between the corners of the pages he’d been swiping through. 
“Do not be afraid,” he begins. 
“I’m not.” she says, before he can continue. He wouldn’t fault her if she was. Alone, a woman bare in a stranger’s room. It’s perhaps common sense to be afraid. He wonders if it is sheer naivety that drives her to trust him immediately. Or, maybe, she is an exceptional judge of character. He smiles, eyes crinkling at the edges.
“Good. I suggest you take things slowly. I healed the bulk of your injuries, but some soreness may remain…” he elaborates.
“No. I feel fine,” she says, and Kuras realizes that her eyes must naturally be that large. Wide, but betraying no emotion. Not unintentionally. Like the glazed eyes of a lamb. There is not an ounce of distrust, there. No contempt or suspicion towards the stranger she has woken up naked beside.
“That is a relief to hear, given the state I discovered you in.” “Rarely does the Fogfall permit any survivors. I am grateful I discovered you when I did. Any later, and you would have been beyond help.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“After enduring such an injury and being such a model patient, I think you have at least earned that,” Kuras says, smiling.
“What are you?”
Kuras stops smiling. What a peculiar query. He could perhaps brush it off as a slip of the tongue, borne of the haze that comes with awakening from deep sleep, but he realizes that there is an intention to the question. A purposefulness.
“I am a doctor,” he informs her, slowly and carefully. Does she see him, somehow, for what he truly is? Does she see the sickly gold cracks in his shell, where the light of his yolk seeps through? Rarely, mortals are possessed of a rare, inner sight. A sixth sense for what does not belong. He cannot discern truly if she is among their number, but she mercifully does not question him further.
“And this is your office?”
“Yes,” he says, and a soft silence settles between them. He lets it rest for a beat. “Might I ask your name?”
“Horse.”
“Pardon?”
“That’s my name.” she clarifies. Very helpfully.
Kuras, across the long ages he has lived, has had the privilege of meeting an endless catalog of individuals. He has encountered nearly every name under the sun, but never has he heard of a person named Horse. He can only wonder what kind of parents this strange creature must have had. 
“Well. It is very nice to meet you, Horse.” he smiles, and the interaction plays out. Horse is a person who doesn’t quite fit into the shape of one, he thinks. He’s encountered those socially inept, those inexperienced in the ways and mannerisms of their fellows. This is something different. 
“What have you come to Eridia for?” he asks. “Perhaps I can be of assistance.”
“Help.”
“Can you elaborate? I cannot aid you if I know not what ails you.”
“No.” A beat, she looks apologetic. “Sorry.”
Most of her responses follow a similar trend. Short and to the point, betraying no excess detail and rarely showing exceptional amounts of emotion. In the end, he discovers that Horse is:
has come to the city of Eridia in search of help for a problem she will not disclose to him, at the moment
has no contacts in the city, nowhere to stay and no idea where to start looking
is named Horse
Sensing there’s very little he’ll be able to do for her, at least at the moment, he directs her to the person he knows will be weakest to her large doe eyes and sympathetic situation. Leander. She thanks him politely, mustering the gusto to actually look him in the eyes for a fleeting second before she scurries out the door. She flees with such urgency, but it shuts so gently and quietly behind her. Kuras has a feeling, a sensation he cannot ascertain the origin of, that he has just released something onto the streets.
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drdemonprince · 9 months
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how is it having a chinchilla? How does it compare to a dog, rabbit, lizard, or other pets? I'd like a pet when I'm more financially stable, but idk if I'll ever be mentally stable? I worry about meeting its needs, but something like a fish is too low interaction for me.
Are chinchillas considered an "exotic" animal? I know some states require licenses to have them as pets, like hedgehogs
Chinchillas are in the sweet spot of low maintenance but high engagement, in my opinion. When you're busy, you can keep em in a cage with water, hay, pellets, a few chew toys, and a wheel to run on pretty much indefinitely ; when you want to play with them you can let them roam around a chin-proofed room and enjoy watching them jump, roll, and dart around the room bouncing off the walls.
Chins are curious and fearless, and they are *fast* and can jump as high as four feet off the ground, and quite high energy, so they can be a lot of fun to have around. They however are NOT LAP PETS and will chew up every single wood baseboard / electric cable / book / pair of shoes they can find, so you have to keep an eye on them or else cover everything with cardboard. Don't let the cute tiktoks fool you, most dont want to sit still on a countertop holding things for videos. Chins are like cats: they do want they want to do, and they choose when they want to make contact with you and where they want to go.
Chins are also hypoallergenic! and relatively cheap to keep, aside from the initial start up costs of buying a good Critter Nation cage and a Happy Chilla metal wheel and the pet itself. They are very long lived for a rodent, some making it into their 20s, so be prepared for a long term commitment. (my last chin made it to 13, but we didnt feed her well when I was a child. Dump Truck, who we give hay and Oxbow pellets only, is 7 but I expect him to be around a long time. He's still very youthful).
There are no "exotics" restrictions on owning chinchillas, because they have been domesticated since the 1800s. All chinchillas come from breeders, none are captured from the wild, and there are many reputable breeders in the US, the UK, Canada, Australia, Germany, and Japan, as well as rescues. Here in Chicago we have Northwest Indiana Chinchilla Rescue just a few miles out.
One final note: chinchillas need a cool environment. If the room they are in gets about 85 degrees, they will die. They evolved in the Peruvian mountains and are built for a cold, dry environment. If you can't afford to keep them in air conditioning all summer, do not get one. In the winter, they will post up for hours beside an open window. Ice chips and a cool marble slab in their cage can help them regulate temp too.
To learn more, I recommend Let's Love Chinchillas. It's a website, a subreddit, and theyre on facebook/instagram etc.
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cthulhusstepmom · 11 months
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Price is so right for chucking soaps freezer meal those things are crimes against humanity also love that gaz is an accessory to the crime 😂
BUT IMMA BE HONEST REPTILE GUY SOAP IS OCCUPYING A NOT INSIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF MY BRAIN!! Do you think hes a snake guy? A lizard guy? Turtle dude maybe? Dude is 1000% in love w crocs and gators tho. Probably what sparked his love of all things scaly when he was younger. What do you wanna bet he was one of the kids chasing frogs and looking for tadpoles throughout childhood? Probably stumbled over a common lizard basking in the sun while glomping thru a park or something and spent the afternoon falling more and more in love.
Consumed any and every morsel of age appropriate reptile info, eventually became a dinosaur kid etc. but also carried that love of them into adulthood. Imma bet he always wanted one as a pet, but bc he enlisted so young he never got the chance. Maybe he gets inspired by the communal tank to start looking into it 👀👀
Anyways i love ur fish lore so much ❤️❤️❤️
You are(as always) right on my wavelength!!
In my head Soap's dad is a reptile person and his mom is an animal person so he definitely gets it from somewhere. When he was young, Soap's parents kept all the herps locked up, both for his safety and the reptiles' God knows Soap was an exuberant and curious kiddo. It's only after they find him in the backyard flat out on his stomach at 4 years old, hand outstretched and a wild little lizard sitting in his palm that they realize just how empathetic he is. After that he gets to play with the reptiles more, always supervised of course. But he grows up surrounded by scaly critters, the equivalent of his childhood dog is a black and white Argentine tegu named Buddy who's turning 23 this year. He spends his days running around and getting into everything, carefully bringing back his catches to take pictures of before running them back to put exactly where he found them.
One day he comes home from primary school with a bloody nose and a black eye, discipline slip clutched in his hand. At recess some of his classmates had been throwing rocks at a little frog that had wandered into the playground and, when Soap had told them to stop, threw a book and ended up killing the little amphibian and little Soap beat the shit out of them with limited success(it was four against one you gotta give the little man credit). Soap's parents show up to the meeting with the headmaster and the parents of the other students with Primrose: a 17 1/2 foot reticulated python. After that meeting they go to the zoo and little Soap declares that one day he's going to have a crocodile that he can feed bullies to.
Having enlisted at such a young a young age Soap doesn't have many animals to his name, just two. A 14 year old ball python he rescued named Martha and a 3 year old bearded dragon named Bowser, both left in the capable care of his parents.
While he doesn't have the facilities to have a reptile on base and, despite popular belief, he does have impulse control....sometimes, he somehow ends up with quite the collection. The thing about soldiers, especially stupid ass new recruits, is that they make a lot of bad decisions (I mean they are soldiers so their track record is already in the negative). And Soap can't bear to see any animal suffer from improper care so he ends up operating a rescue out of his quarters. He's taken in everything from corn snakes to baby asian water monitors and on one very memorable occasion a surprisingly chill sidewinder.
He keeps it all very top secret, the only one he trusts is Laswell she takes care of feeding everybody when he's gone. It's not that he doesn't trust his team but it wouldn't be the first time he'd had a usually rational CO go ballistic. One time when he'd first enlisted and he was missing home, he'd found a little garden snake and was playing with it when his lieutenant at the time had seen, ordered him to attention and shot the poor snake in the head laughing as he did. He's learned the hard way that machismo doesn't mix well with his hobby.
Right now he's lined up a home for a little leopard gecko and a bearded dragon both with pretty bad mbd. A little more difficult to find a place for is the lavender false water cobra he's named Hugo and the 7 foot albino labyrinth burmese python he's calling Wee Man.
With the fish tank he's starting to get comfortable with the idea of bringing the team in on his escapades. But then Ghost shares his trauma with him and it terrifies him. He cannot let Ghost see his snakes, not because he's worried his Lt will hurt them, but because they'll hurt Ghost.
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no-sleep-fox · 2 months
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After having watched chapter 3, some new ideas for how my AU is set out had came to mind and I can't decide now if I want the Q&A to be set before Peter comes to the factory or after. So I'mma let that be up to y'all to decide. One will be quite a wild sort of Q&A in a way (when the other Smiling Critters are introduced into it slowly) while the other will be extremely calm and stuff.
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chaos0pikachu · 1 year
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I fucking devoured Midnight Museum last night, binged all the episodes released so far - I had already watched the pilot - and I am obsessed. This shit is right up my ally, fuck ep02 I hate snakes and critters bro. I’m so sad this show hasn’t caught on internationally yet b/c it’s so good. 
Some thoughts: 
KhathaDome: They really are the Thai supernatural versions of Yohan and Gaon my god and yours like the restrained emotion Khatha has every single time he interacts with Dome is wild. “Looks like your younger brother” sir I have concerns, I have questions, I have comments. I want Yohan and Khatha to meet up and be like “you too huh?/yeah” and talk about their babydoll twinks with big lips 
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I have actual theories in my head of what Dome is/his relationship with Khatha but I’ma save that for a separate post.
Direction: Is actually really good, GMMTV clearly has a budget for this show in terms of set design, and costuming which they’ve chosen to invest in the most. The CGI is very sci-fi channel which is fine. What I like is the techniques the director uses to build tension since they have to be more creative to make up for the lack of special effects budget. The action is easy to follow, the lighting is always good, and there’s some genuinely interesting shots. 
Music: I really love the soundtrack for the show, there’s only been a couple awkward music ques, but for the most part everything has flowed really well together. The leitmotif for Khatha and Khatha/Dome gets me every time I love it. 
SFX: Okay so when I say “special effects” I’m including practical effects here as well. Of which, aren’t to bad. The spider eyes on that one dude in ep02 were pretty impressive actually. I love body horror, it’s the worst, and I was excited they played with that aspect of horror even if I hated watching it lol The cgi is mid, not surprising tbh (the moths looked ridiculous tbh) you can tell which scenes, so far, they’ve invested more CGI budget into - any of the galaxy-esque scenes - which is valid. I can tell the crew has thought thoroughly on where and how to use their budget and I appreciate that. Plus, the CGI dragon in Fairy/Devil also looked awful but the wigs were immaculate. I would rather have some mid sci-fi channel CGI than bad costumes tbh 
Overall: I really fucking dig this show, the plot is SO interesting. Legit right up my fantasy/mythology/horror/supernatural loving heart. I’m a huge SFF fan anyway and this is hitting some great notes. I think the mystery is really interesting, I’m digging the way they’re playing around with different myths, folklore, and religion. The costumes are great I love any show that features an ombre suit (Kinn’s impact) I need more ppl to watch!!!! 
Sidenote: I don’t follow GMMTV like that nor do I watch a lot of their shows cause, frankly, they bore me 98% of the time. So idk who most of these cameos are or why everyone is freaking out over this Tay dude appearing in ep07. Kudos to the idea tho cause it’s getting ppl hype lol
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kinok0s-writings · 1 year
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Something I wrote for @vex-bittys, happy valentine's day <3
A Tale of Two Corals
The welcoming sun hung overhead in a cloudy sky, letting its warm rays hold any living being with tender caresses, the breeze running through treetops accompanied the beams of light with a passive coolness to make sure no one got too warm, the two working in rare balance to make such an important day perfect. It was a day of blooming spring, barren branches growing blooms on their limbs and once hibernating creatures awakening, even the migrating birds have begun their trip home as winter was melting away about as fast as the ice seeped into the earth as water. A place where many could see these steady changes were in a park just by a large town, -it was still too small to be declared a city, a respected place that was made up of a decently thick forest altered slightly with added benches, trash bins, and upkept dirt paths. It was a piece of land where many would go to get as close to near raw nature as peacefully possible without having to go far, but it was also a place where wild animals, even bitties, could stay without much threat of deforestation or being hunted down. The paths were scarce, not traversing through the entire forest like a broken web, and not many diverged far away from them. However, just because it didn't have threats that the untouched pieces of the wilderness had doesn't mean surviving was easy, even if so though it was home, at least to a coral bitty who grew up as a hatchling here. He was currently occupied with rummaging through his burrow almost frantically, looking through his hoard of trinkets he took from those who ‘no longer needed them’ and collected throughout his life within the vast woodlands, purpose in his every movement. The coral snake lamia lived under the roots of a tree close to one of the aforementioned trails,- one that wasn’t often used by the humans and monsters that ventured through, just as he liked it. It kept him away from others, (so what if he was alone, it's not like he was lonely or anything, and if things went his way, he wouldn't be after today), and it may be a bit on the small side, but it was easily defendable and hidden from anything he didn't want to take on in battle. Though it wasn’t super hidden he supposed, for if it was he wouldn’t have met Carnel that night so long ago, just recalling the memory of meeting the other coral made his bones get warmer, -the sun must have directed its rays directly upon him again.
It was another day spent gathering food for the night, light still occupying the land as he slithered down his own paths through the rest of the forest, his movements stealthy and on edge as he expended his reserved energy. Often he would sleep most of the day to figuratively charge himself up and hunt for leftover litter some disrespectful traveler has tossed to the side, for unless he was desperate he never had the energy to hunt live prey, especially during winter when he's at his most sluggish. The chill often irritated him and made him much more grouchy, but his mood lately hasn't been as bad as it typically is during the season, - specifically with how annoying it's been this year; how can he be grouchy though when he managed to come across a bag of barely touched popato chisps? It’s been strange, every now and then he’ll come across some manufactured food left behind as if waiting just for him, and he was very skeptical at first, but nothing was wrong with it anything left behind at the bench it always seemed to be around. It wasn’t altered, there was no trap set up, the food was just simply left there without regard, and who was he to deny such careless abandon? Looking back, he should have probably asked more questions, like why had no other critters gone after the food, why was it barely touched, and why was it always tucked in a spot he could find it? He could feel excitement at the weight of the bag tucked under his arm, the dead grass parting easily as he sped through it the short distance to his home, declaring his hunt over. The sun had by then stooped low enough that the skies were painted in dark violet hues fighting with amber clouds like spilled ink, a battle so bright it put the earthen ground through a filter, a breathtaking view if one would actually stop to admire it. The forest was winding itself down, beings getting ready to spend the last hours of daylight exploring or hunting for food just as the coral had, some even tucking themselves into an early slumber, meanwhile the more nocturnal had begun to stir, awakening to begin their nightly routines. Most visitors have returned to the safety of their homes around these times, but a human woman and her bitty, a coral like him, had begun taking his path through the trees nowadays, making him change the routine he had gotten so used to. Instead of lounging in the last rays the sun would give him before nightfall and enjoying his meal he's forced to return to his home early lest he be seen and given annoying pity for being a wild bitty; it wasn’t like seeing the pair made him envious or anything, no, just the thought made him sick. The lamia huffed and pushed away any thoughts that felt laced with things he refused to touch as he maneuvered his body down one of the many entrances to his burrow, carefully pulled the bag of chisps under the roots, only to discover another already there. Immediately defensive, clasping his meal with clawed phalanges he released a warning hiss, moving away from the entrance to give the intruder a clear path of escape, before his eye lights registered what, or who, he was looking at. It was the bitty that made him change his routine, the one that came through with that woman, and his sudden presence must have taken the other by surprise, for it took the coral a full second to hiss back instinctively before quickly raising his hands as if he just remembered something.
“hey wait, calm down, i ain’t gonna touch nuthin’, didn’ realize this is yer place.”
He was skeptical, eyeing the offender, before slowly situating himself across the other, -putting his body in between the other and his stash just in case, the underground much cooler than the surface still being warmed by the last of the sunrays. The silence was thick, but the rustling of the aluminum bag eventually cut through it, causing most of the tension dissipate as he visibly loosened his grip after sizing the coral up, deciding the sudden company wasn't worth him putting off his sought after meal. It was probably after the two avoided looking at one another for several painstakingly long moments and a stomach slightly more full with eaten popato chisps that he decided to finally speak the other, voicing a question that was really bugging him.
“where’s the human? didja run away or somethin’?”
The look of disbelief he got in return was near chuckle worthy as the other shut that train of thought down fiercely, squishy the possibility like a berry.
“no. no, we were just doing some hide n seek rounds before we left, i jus seemed to end up choosin yer home as my spot for this round.”
The accent the other had made him think he was from deeper in town, it was much thicker than his own, and even though he wouldn't admit it anywhere besides his thoughts, it was actually kinda nice to listen to. He didn't exactly have much of an accent, for he himself had only picked up speech from the other bitties he had come across, a few had forgotten how to speak in their natural sound based tongue, so while they had been kept under his wing he had to learn. It wasn’t like he took care of them or anything, he just occasionally comes across some abandoned souls and puts it upon himself to male sure they don't die after their first night in these woods. It was usually done either by teaching them how to live in the woods eventually on their own or by taking them to the ends of the park where they can easily find the adoption center and get a different kind of help he can't offer. The wild coral eventually shrugged at the answer given and decided he could manage allowing the hiding bitty to stay here until he gets found, as long as he didn’t touch his things tucked behind him. He even set the bag down between them after several more moments had been sapped away like the warmth draining from the surrounding soil, -being replaced by a crispness an upcoming snowstorm could only bring. The chisps now subtly open in a way that broadly showed he didn’t care if the other took a few even as he continued to eat, both later on getting lost in hushed conversation as they got used to being in the burrow for one together.
His human found him shortly later that night, but it was far from the last time they came across one another, after that point meeting up at the closest bench to interact more often, until eventually it became a near every day event; it became so frequent it had become routine to sit in the grass and soak in the sun until discovered by the other. At first he only humored the idea as long as he got some food out of it, but eventually he got too absorbed in the times they spent together he forgot to even eat whatever was brought, -eventually being saved for a morning meal instead. They progressively became friends, and now the coral wanted them to be more, so much more. He’s grown to trust Carnel with things he wouldn’t trust himself with, feelings that he wasn’t fond of voicing, and in return for that trust he received no judgement, just support they shared between each other wordlessly. Many times during their interactions they found the setting sun to not be warm enough, or grown bored with their meeting spot and shared sights that made them understand the beauties of each others worlds, and they don’t talk about how nice it feels when the tips of their tails seemed to intertwine with minds of their own. The colors of the sunsets always seemed to be unique, a symbol of the small adventures they always went on with the occasional help of Carnel's human. Even now the time spent apart felt to stretch far too long, and today he wants to voice his feelings in a way he can trust himself to not mess it up, -words can just be too hard sometimes. A distracted hiss left his fangs as he scoured his collection, the sun rays moving with time tugging their leash and encouraging him to keep note of the time he spent searching through each object of meaning, needing one that was as perfect as the day. Suddenly, a glint of red caught his eye lights and he isolated it from everything else, finding the perfect thing, excitedly grabbing it with a plan thrusted into his mind while he left to wait at their spot; moments now filled with such soul-fluttering anticipation he couldn’t pause to let doubt inject its venom into his thoughts. The item alone was possibly mate worthy, but he knew he could make it perfect it by braiding some string and combine it with the spare material he had, objects luckily not left behind despite in his scatterbrained thoughts fueled with purpose. As the lamia nearly buried himself into the green blades of grass growing throughout the forest floor he quickly he occupied himself with the daunting task at hand, trying to calm his shaking hands to make a straight stitching, adrenaline contradicting his need to be precise.
The wild-borne bitty sighed, grabbing the hand of the coral following him when he kept lagging behind with his much too cautious movements, ignoring how nice their phalanges felt entangled together like puzzle pieces, or the fact that he didn’t try to pull away.
“it’s not that much further, but if you keep being so slow the sun will have left before we get a chance to see it. you’re lucky i don’t just carry you.”
It was an empty threat, and neither of them would have actually minded if he had decided to do so, but they also knew he was right, timing things with the sun was always a fickle thing if one got as distracted as they did. Just as he said, it didn’t take them much longer to get to their destination, a small pond hidden away far from any path, so hidden in fact only an inhabitant of these woods would know how to come across it. Despite his claims of missing it, they arrived just in time to watch the changing of vibrant oranges, yellows, and pinks as the colors melted together like they were watching entertained paint strokes on canvas be infiltrated by spilt water. The scene melting away was reflected and framed by the shadows of overhanging tree branches, leaves giving the darkening border more character as fireflies begun flickering about. The air seemed to taste sweeter in those moments, hints of dream-like appeal noticeable in the air as if glitter in the dust, and as the sun set and the glassy water was splattered with awakening stars. It was enough to steal one's breath away, as the stars above tried to shine brighter than the disappearing sun, while the stars around them danced to an inaudible song, it was a rare moment where it felt as if nothing could go wrong. Amidst the forest ambience composed of the songs and gossip of hidden creatures, an indecisive voice took the moment for courage, taking advantage of how it seemed the forest let them in upon a secret that they now shared only amongst themselves.
“do ya… do ya think livin’ with ma ‘n i would be so bad? we can visit here every day if ya want, but we could make the journey together, ya know?”
The ambience seemed to grow ever more quiet, as if the weight of the spoken words were not only felt between the two lamias, a stone thrown amongst the pond that created powerful ripples through their surroundings. It was such a large thought, one so looming with a shadow so thick, to leave all he’s known his entire life, it intimidated him so much that not even the unspoken squeeze of their still connected hands could ground him enough to choose his words any differently. His eye lights pulled away from the enchanting scene in front of them and instead took in the rivaling coral next to him, the crimson eye lights catching their favorite rubies with a decision behind them.
“how bout this? the day we become mates is the day i’ll go home with you to your burrow. seems to me you’re just gonna have to suck it up and keep visiting me.”
The hesitancy was set in his words, yes, but it was but a mere weed hidden in the middle of a rosebush, overshadowed by the promise lacing his decision as if ice preserving a flower, and they both could see the blossoming bud connecting them. Soon they explored the edges of the pond, spending their time together as much as they could before they inevitably had to go back so the coral and his human could return to their home, but in the midst of that exploration he had found something.
Footsteps were audible in the distance, coming down his path with quickened steps, as if the owner was were fueled with excited adrenaline, and he knew exactly who they belonged to -it was a hidden fact he could tell her footfalls amongst all the others after good year and a half of visits to his neck of the woods. Ironically, it was only until he could see those pretty red rubies he's grown to love could he feel doubt sink its fangs into him, and he began to fret, fiddling with his phalanges. What if it turned out it wasn’t as perfect as he thought, what if the meaning had been forgotten or not as important to him? It was now that he could notice the small flaws to his stitching with the beginner level skills, and the strings he had hand woven holding it all in place wasn’t exactly the best to use as thread, but it wasn’t like he had much to work with. He hid it the crafted object into his coils while the human smiled at him as a usual greeting, but today she seemed to have a knowing expression etched into her face, (what did she know?), especially as she let Carnel slip off her arm and to his side. His soul thrummed between his ribs as he held up a hand to stop whatever the coral was going to stay and looked to the sky, his crafting had helped time pass by him like a babbling stream, the sun now nearly setting. Moments of confused silence was held between the three before the colors began to bleed out, a sight the two have stayed together to watch nearly every day, but the warmth of the sun held a tenderness this upcoming night that could only be rivaled with the softness in his eye lights. With a 'now or never' aura coming off of him he gazed fondly at his visitor’s face, a paradoxically nervous yet confident smile on display as he reached into his coils to hand over the gift with a bated breath.
The coral laughed, nearly doubled over as he watched his host’s poor balancing attempt fail in nearly slow motion, the pieces of shiny rocks, soft blankets, and small trinkets scattering themselves away from the exasperated lamia’s arms. The other probably wouldn't have admitted it, but the noise of his laughter seemed to have ebbed the other’s displeasure and instead he couldn’t stop the grin crossing his skull, -a huff leaving his mouth as he looked away to try and hide it.
“ya know, ya try to carry all this at once, see if ya will be laughin’ then! lucky i’m even showin ya any of my stuff.”
The words held a slight playfulness he could pick up on, even as he scoffed while he began cleaning up the mess, the thought of how honored the wild lamia actually was instead hidden by teasing as he helped gather everything. Especially teasing as he proceeded to show off how easily he balanced things on his arms and tail, light hearted smugness on his expression as he then chuckled as he carefully began moving with the objects, it wasn't as if he was trying to impress him of anything.
“i dunno, i still seem to be laughin’ here, ya sure yer not just clumsy?”
The hand-made satchel seemed to fit perfectly around the other’s torso, with a deceivingly spacious capacity thanks to a little magick, and a beautiful red gem stitched in to be used as the latch, a piece of carnelian pulled from some lost jewelry. The warmth of spring was against his bones again, making him flush, pride swelling within his marrow as the gift was examined with such a pleased expression. It was enough to give him that extra bit of courage that while the other was fawning over the handmade item, he finally spoke up with a hopeful brightness to his eye lights, the tip of their tails curling around each other. It was suddenly as if they were the only two souls in the woods at that moment, the forest around them seemed to grow silent with the anticipation of the words about to leave his mouth with hushed excitement, time seeming to slow as the moment was being burned into their story. Not a creature dared to make a sound, the breeze held the leaves silent, and the sunset began to grow dimmer until it seemed like the remaining light danced within the gem given to the one so rightfully named after it.
“will you be my mate?”
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Mother of Pearl ☼ The Hallowed Wilds ☼ Chapter Three
POV ;; Ezra ☽ 10 y.o.
Summary ;; Ezra goes into the forests again and meets Aurelia. She issues him a warning.
Warnings ;; n/a
Author Note ;; I am someone who doesn't get triggered by much, but it's very important to me that anyone who reads my work doesn't become inadvertently triggered because of my writing. While these early chapters are quite light, this story does get dark at times. If you ever notice something I should have issued a content or trigger warning for, please reach out to me so that I can properly apologize to you and add the warning to the list. That all said, let's hop in!!
It was another three days before Ma and Pa were busy enough for me to sneak away again. I told myself I was going back into The Wilds because I’d left my good coat and my sketch pad there—but I knew that wasn’t the real reason.
No, I hoped against hope that I would see the strange witch that looked like a seashell again.
So, I made my way to that field of swaying grasses, not worrying too much about the fact that I hadn’t a good coat—I wouldn’t need it in the forest, anyway.
I entered at the same place I had last time, between two enormous oak trees that looked like a gate with how they bent and reached for each other at their canopies.
I found my things there, just as I’d left them; the coat and scarf folded clumsily on top of the satchel. I picked up my bag first and stuffed the other treasures into it. I looked around me, seeing if that little witch would miraculously appear as she had the first time, but she wasn’t there.
I tried not to feel sad about it.
I decided, instead, to wander through the forest the way I’d originally intended to the first time I came there.
I went the opposite way that I chased the girl last time. Something about going the same way felt unlucky. I’m sure I could break my arm just about anywhere, but I didn’t feel up to seeing the giant tree again.
The wilds were… something.
The critters weren’t really afraid of people like they were in the forest behind the old lumber yard, or in the woods where Pa and I would hunt sometimes. They sort of just watched me as I made my way over and through. I even gave some of them the left over bread in my bag that had gone stale.
To my delight, they took it right out of my hand.
When I’d worked up my courage, I ventured deeper into the forests—nowhere so far that I couldn’t see the rye fields from where I stood, but I had heard the rush of a river somewhere and my curiosity reeled me towards it.
As I drew closer, another sound joined the calm trickling sounds of the river. A soft voice singing words I’d never heard before.
Merry meet, and merry part,
Only if you’re pure of heart,
Eterna may see fit to give you,
Boughs of trees that will surround you,
A river to sing you to sleep,
A doe, a stag, a friend to keep,
So, when you’re sad and lost and lonely,
Remember that you’re not the only,
One.
You’re not the only one among the trees.
The Wilds sway.
The Wilds bend the eaves.
It was a jaunty tune, bright and playful, like the ones the girls in town would sing while they did those baffling hand clapping games that looked like too much trouble to learn.
I hung back near a tree near the river and found her there.
Her back was to me, her little pale feet splashing in the rushing waters as she sang. Her white hair tumbled in wild curls to the middle of her shoulders, and she had a crown of yellow flowers in her hair—dandelions.
My mouth curved unexpectedly, and my heart ached in my chest.
I wanted to draw her.
As if she heard the thought, she stiffened and looked over her shoulder.
She jumped up onto her feet and looked me up and down, pale eyebrows knitting in the center with a little line. I bit my lip and froze, the same way I would if I were hunting a deer. I didn’t want her to run again, so I just stayed quiet.
She was still wearing that white dress that looked like night clothes, and I wondered if that was all she ever wore.
“You’re back,” she said. “Why are you back?”
A flush rose to my face. I could feel the heat of it in my ears.
“That’s an awful rude thing to say to someone,” I said indignantly.
“Boys aren’t allowed in The Wilds,” she said, “Especially not from the village.”
“Well, I had to come get my coat and my other things,” I said, shaking my bag demonstrably. “You didn’t send my things with me when you sent me back home.”
She looked at my bag curiously, as if she hadn’t really thought about it. So, it was her then. She’d healed me and gotten me home.
“I didn’t think they were so important,” she admitted.
“Well, they are—to me, anyway. My Ma spent a lot on the coat and my Grammy made the scarf, and the bag belonged to Pa before he gave it to me—and I’ve got a sketch pad in here too that I made myself.”
Her green-yellow eyes were glued to the items I’d listed. Her mouth pursed before she met my gaze.
“Sorry,” she said.
The way she said it made me feel bad, like she really felt bad for not thinking about it when she sent me back home. My face warmed again, and I wiped at my nose a bit as I looked away from her.
“S’alright, I gott’em back,” I mumbled.
“You should go back home then,” she said.
I scowled at her. “Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to get hurt again,” she said. “What if it happens when I’m not here to help you?”
“Thank you for the help last time, by the way…” I said, “I don’t know how you did it, but I was fit as a fiddle when I woke up over in the village.”
She shrugged a little, playing with her fingers.
“What’s a fiddle?” she asked.
I sputtered a laugh. She’d never heard of a fiddle?
“Ah, well—it’s an instrument, you know, for music? It’s made of wood and it’s got four strings and you play it with a bow—”
“Like the things the hunters use?”
“Ah—well, not really—its more like…”
I struggled to find the words to describe a fiddle accurately. I wish I’d had one to show her.
“Oh,” I said, shaking my head at my own stupidity, “Hang on, I’ll show you.”
I sat down on the ground, hemmed in by a couple of fat roots of the old tree. I opened my bag and pulled out my coat and my scarf, setting them aside. Then I grabbed my leather-bound sketch pad and opened it up, supporting it on my lap as I drew with my charcoal.
The little witch crossed the river to my side as I worked at it for a while. I heard her feet slosh through the water and flushed as she sat on one of the tree roots next to me, watching me draw.
I looked at her only briefly before turning more pointedly away from her.
She moved with me, trying to get a better view.  
“D-Don’t look over my shoulder like that,” I said.
“How come? You said you’d show me—”
“When it’s finished,” I said, exasperated.
Her head tilted like a curious hound, but she stalked back to her spot on the tree roots.
After about ten minutes, I finally handed off the rendering to her.
“S’not that good, but it gets the idea across,” I said.
I couldn’t look at her directly as she examined it. Heat crept up my neck again and she turned it this way and that, as if trying to make sense of it.
“This part, the stick—that’s the bow?”
I looked at the drawing and nodded, mouth pressing.
She nodded and looked at it again.
“What do they sound like?” she asked.
I opened my mouth and then closed it.
How could I even describe it?
“I’ll—I’ll try to bring Pa’s over sometime,” I said. “I’m not as good at it as Pa is, but I can play a little. I’ll ask him to teach me more.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine, and she smiled.
It was such a pretty smile. Her eyes sparkled like the water babbling in the river. I couldn’t help but return it.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Yours first,” she said.
“Ezra.”
She blinked, looking almost taken aback.
“What?” I asked. “It’s not that weird of a name.”
“No, it’s not, but names are powerful. You shouldn’t just give them away like that. What if I meant to do something bad with it?”
I rubbed my nape and looked away.
“I mean, do you mean to?”
“No, but I could have,” she said.
I shrugged.
“I guess I just figure if you wanted to hurt me somehow you would have done it last time when I fainted in the forest,” I said. “You don’t seem the dangerous type.”
She looked down at the drawing while she thumbed the corner of my sketchpad. She was nibbling on her lower lip like she was thinking really hard about something.
“I’m Aurelia,” she said finally.
“Aurelia.”
It was a strange name, one like I’d never heard. The names in Dewsbury were so plain when I held them up against it. Ezra, Isiah, Mildred, Connie—Aurelia felt like a princess’s name by comparison.
I loved it.
“You really shouldn’t come back, Ezra. I wanna hear the fiddle, and I wanna know more about your world, but I’m worried about what will happen if you keep coming back. What if one of my sisters finds you?”
“Who are your sisters?”
It was the wrong question. I saw it was as soon as I’d asked it.
Aurelia stiffened and slammed my sketch pad shut, throwing it at me. I scrambled to catch it.
“H-Hey!”
She ran off, leaping over the river and racing through the woods.
“Don’t come back, Ezra! It’s not safe!”
All I could do was watch as she vanished through the latticework of trees.
I shook my head and scoffed.
“You can’t boss me around, little witch,” I said, even though I knew she wouldn’t hear it.
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 IN THIS DREAM, THEY MEET THE WILDERNESS WITH CLAWS AND TEETH. realization soon speaks of realness in her vulpine existence that they encounter after wandering far from their dreamscape, disoriented, trying to gather some remnants of peace from mind made stars and clouds. here, after crossing over a lake stream that acts as a border placed between one's dream realm and another's, they face the forest. it is vast with primal power and ever singing in critters and blossoms. the place is full of all raging life. then the she-fox finds them, approaches ▬▬ hunger stares calmly at the bright constellation that is held with fantasy woven flesh. even within a dream, a beast in a being will still have feral burning desires to devour. she is wonder and terror all at savage once, but micah does not leave her from fear.
instead, they gently invite the wild embracing monstrosity to stargaze with them.
so the fox and the star sit side by side, admiring the stellar infinity above together. they bond over the flowers and constellations with tales and meanings behind them, adoring the land and sky while painfully wishing for the humanity to leave them alone. let nature run and soar, be ever most free. in these delicate night exchanges, micah learns she is ahri / of beauty, and ahri learns they are micah / who is like god? though, across the conversation, they notice how her gaze lingers over their bare upper body, all covered with wounds and bruises and scars. it aches. micah's serenity not once flicker from the eyes of the blooming vixen, even when they are being seen. to the world, they look like violent ends and doomed lovers and saints' tragedies. to micah, they see their body like the moon with her craters.
only looking after the world in all of her silver crafted strength and softest raw love.
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space distorts and time slows when @vulpesse speaks to micah of tenderness:
❝ ▬▬ and i wish i could tell you that the aching was a beautiful rebirth of some magnificent kind. but there is no beauty to be found in this kind of survival. ❞
silence lives long and heartfelt in micah who reflects on given solace with their focus on own shaky hands, held down by their eternal phantom pain and haunting past. one will say that everything have a reason to occur or there is a meaning behind it all. yet, they can not concur with such thoughts that are more self killing than assuring. ( GOD WILL SAY: THERE ARE ALWAYS GOOD INTENTIONS IN EVERY CHOICES. BUT WHERE ARE MY PURPOSES IN MY CHILDHOOD GORES AND UPHEAVALS? MEANINGS IN MY ACHES AND AGONIES? THERE IS NOTHING IN THE BURNING. I AM NOTHING BUT FAINT SHADOW AND BLOOD AND SHATTERED REFLECTION. HOW I WANT TO BE REAL ▬▬ I MOST WANT TO BE LOVED AND BE LOVING. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK? DOES MY ENDURANCE FRIGHTEN YOU, GOD? )
micah closes their eyes, tears falling. ❝ I - I - i am still here despite everything... there... there is beauty in that fact, at least. ❞ it has to be after everything ▬▬ they clench their hand and place it firm against the chest, feeling their heartbeats. this body, it tells them that they are loved. thanks them for trying to take care of it. always. just as the stars above them will shine brighter as they burn more, saying: I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU ▬▬ the sky sings in glints. hope is everywhere. it is in micah even with all of the vivid blood and violent burns. ❝ as long as i am still alive, trying to love the universe as much as myself, i think that will be always beautiful enough to me. ❞ with a smile, they hold ahri's hand, unflinching. then, micah falls silent, watching the sun meet the moon. love.
all softly fades.
when ahri wakes up, she will find her hand hold a rose quartz in a shape of a star.
a form of gratitude. a symbol of hope. a kind meaning: you are loved, forever.
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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 584, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character
WORDS: 1158
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“Thank goodness today was the last day of school!” Katie bemoaned, slouching backwards into her car seat. “What are we going to do this summer, anyways?”
“The triplets’ first birthday’s on the thirteenth of September!” I reminded her in a gentle tone of voice. “So naturally, a little get together will be held for them- we will invite Daddy’s sisters and Mommy’s brothers and sister and little girl and her daddies and we will ask for donations made out to Superheroes Love Heroes.”
“And will there be smash cakies?” Katie continued to prattle on.
“I do think so, yes probably!” I answered her, removing the now full bag from my milk pump and handing it over to my daughter to be sealed. I then fitted a fresh baggie onto the milk pump before relaxing into my throne of pillows once more. Mittens was curled up to my side, purring loudly as she took a kitty nap, totally at peace as Primrose tussled with one of Daisy’s doggie toys under the bed.
THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD went Jack Sparrow and Daisy, the two Ratajczyk critters playing a rather rambunctious game of tag up and down the stairs.
“Are we doing anything else this summer?” Katie asked me, her crossed legged position on the bed that I shared with my husband relaxed and happy.“You and Elizabeth will spend two weeks away at the Great Wolf Lodge summer camp,” I reminded her with a soft hum. “And you both are also signed up for a week pf day camp down at the lakes in July. And rehersals for Ken Anderson’s latest musical. Remember, mo stór?”
“Oh, right!” she brightened up, the smile on her face almost infectious. “I can’t wait!”“I would imagine so!” I removed another baggie of mommy milk from my breast pump, handing it over to Katie to seal before fitting a fresh baggie onto the machine and leaning back. “Gramercy.”“Bù kèqì, mommy!” she chirped, snugging herself into my side. “What will you and daddy and the babies do while Lizz Lizz, myself and our American Girl dollies are at camp?”
“Well-” Here, I felt my face heat up, knowing perfectly well what trouble my handsome silver daddy and I would get into, but didn’t want to shatter her sense of childlike innocence. “Your father and I both have many little projects around the house that we have both been procrastinating on. I do think that with you girls out of the house, we can dump the babies at Mr. James’ and Mr. Aaron’s house with little girl.”
“Speaking of little girl, she turns five years old this year!” Katie smacked her hands against her cheeks in a startled look. “Mommy, little girl won’t be so little anymore!”
“Yes, but no matter what- little girl will always be her mommy’s little girl!” I frowned, passing off yet another full baggie of mommy milk.
“Makes sense,” she shrugged, looking up at a muffled curse, which turned out to be Peter having his legs rammed into by Daisy, only doing doggie zoomies things.
“My love, are you alright?” I called out as he limped into our bedroom, the three tiny triplets curled up into his burly chest. “Daisy, you should be ashamed of yourself!”
The mixed breed mutt let out an apologetic whine before slinking off with her ears flattened to her head and her tail tucked in between her hind legs. The Doberman/ mastiff mix understood that she had just been naughty, and was now trying to be back in the family’s good graces again.
“You need to be careful Daisy!” I gently chided her. “Only imagine if you accidently plow into one of the babies and seriously hurt them!”
Mittens opened one eye and just said MEOW, as though saying not on my watch!
Primrose let out a skunkish chitter before volting herself from underneath the bed, skidding across the floor and then leaping onto Daisy. The mild tempered dog took a startled step backwards before quickly submitting to her newfound role to her not a puppy’s throne, laying down in the corner as she eyeballed the fluffy black and white cat, who had puffed herself up as she meandered up to the large breed dog.
MEOW
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the pissy cat started to bap the dog’s nose over and over again, hissing furiously all the while doing so.
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS
Just at that very moment, Baby Teddy let out an extremely violent sneeze, and I noticed a tiny dribble of blood beginning to dribble out from his tiny baby nostril.
Wah… wah… wah… whimpered Baby Teddy before erupting into a sudden WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… screamed Baby Mattie, both babies screaming their heads off as Baby Jojo slept on as only an extremely sleepy little almost one year old baby could do.
“Jesus-” Peter swore, handing Baby Mattie and Baby Jojo to tend to his son’s bloody nose. “Hey hey hey there now Baby Teddy- do you have a drippy nosies?”
HIC
I looked over at the sweet baby boy, who had his nose tightly plugged by his father.
HIC
The tiny redheaded baby’s hiccups were quickly interpressed in between screams.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC
“It’s okay Baby Teddy, it’s okay,” he murmured as he bounced his son gently in his arms. “Can you please stop crying now?”
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH… HIC
Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic Gramercy, thank you, old French? Bù kèqì, you’re welcome, Chinese
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