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gender-haver · 2 years
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Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I come to you with a question, a request if you will, what do I draw? /nf ofc my brain just dead
What abouuutt,,,,an opossum with a flower crown?
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raventroll80 · 5 months
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Dinovember Day 7
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Styracosaurus + Opposom
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v-anrouge · 2 months
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So…a opposom was hit by a car outside my house. They seem mostly in shock, and doing some research found out I could legally own them as a pet!?! Like…no license or anything…I’m VERY against wild animals as pets, but if they do end up permanently injured I may…
AS U SHOUKD i hope they're not too injured tho
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sluttymichaelsword · 2 years
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I am trying to smoke a late night cigarette in my backyard in the deep south rn and I am so scared.
There's at least one opposom and two cockroaches out here with me. Think on of the roaches just made his way under my door
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sleepy-bebby · 3 years
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roller-rink-haruno · 4 years
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Every once in a while I remember that my response to a possum hissing at my dog at 2 AM was to step in between them and hiss back.
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frankenstein-s · 6 years
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itsmesesame: Who wants to #play with me? 💕😘🐦🐈 #playdate #funinthesun #swingset #toocute #weeklyfluff #boopmynose #love
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anxiousapocalypse · 4 years
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People are always so interested in hearing about wildlife rehab until you start talking about having to cut up mice or rats
Like I'm sorry we have things that eat other things?
You wanna hear about the birds or the opossums you're going to have to hear about what they eat that's just how it is
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cyclops-jitterbug · 2 years
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Any big plans with Astor today?
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I have so many activities for us to do later! I baked a wonderful Opposom Casserole for dinner! I don't have to worry about anyone else because they're all out on dates! Maybe we can even put my fan fiction to action! *sighs* It's gonna be romantic!
Artwork by: ReverbWave117
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larry-ben-kenobi · 2 years
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I saw someone in the comment sections of a youtube video with an opposom icon and the name "gaymer supreme," and it made me think of you.
They are of my mind's kin, even if they are not by blood. :3
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rabid-catboy · 2 years
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The color green, opossums and cats, cold air and walking late at night
GREEN..... OPPOSOMS..... WONDERFUL those last three things feel especially accurate
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fiomeras · 3 years
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Perhaps... opossom ヽ(゚〇゚)ノ
Opposom,,, indeed :•]
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jarethsconcubine · 3 years
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Apparently the common predators of barn owls are raccoons and opposoms 😬 poor jareth
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thetravelerwrites · 4 years
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Monster Match #21: Astomi
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For @moonlightreetops: Appearance: Mortal Woman, Pfp is me(straight brown hair, almond hazel eyes), short, scared, with sevral tattoos. Personality: INFJ, Cancer, loud, protective, generous, and I have a snort laugh; definitely a hugger. Therapist friend and proud. I believe I was born cursed to always be polite and kind to everyone. I'm not naive to the trouble I can get into this way but I still cant help myself. Oh! And I cry with every movie and sad commercial. It's annoying.
Hobbies: Hosting D&D, Collecting macabre things, Responsible Social Distancing. Likes: Roadtrips, Pretending I'm more fond of the outdoors than I actually am, Forest Paintings, My Nerd Family, Opposoms. Dislikes: Heights, Bugs, Cooking, Cockroaches (listed separately from bugs because I will panic cry)
Ideal Partner: Someone whose more grounded than I am but at the same time is understanding of my struggles and won't berate me for them. And preferably a monster who wont leer in my windows. (Still have fears of that from my childhood monsters) NSFW & SFW welcomed. My orientation is Pan. So you are free to throw whatever you like at me.
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You’ve been matched with an Astomi!
Originating in Greek and Roman mythology, Astomies, also known as the Gangines, are an ancient legendary race of people who had no need to eat or drink anything at all. They survived by smelling apples and flowers. Megasthenes, a historian and Asian Indian ethnographer, located them at the mouth of the river Ganges. They are described as being hairy and having no mouth. When traveling, they would carry roots, flowers and apples to smell. They could die by smelling a strong, unpleasant smell.
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There was a forest reserve near your home that you frequented to draw and paint. There was a section of it that was strangely green all year round, and you weren’t sure why. None of the trees were evergreens, so the hidden grove should have lost leaves and turned grey like all the greenery around it in the winter, but it never did. You never went into it, and you never saw anyone near it. It was just an oddity no one knew anything about. Lots of people said it was haunted.
The more logical minded people claimed there was a hot spring somewhere in the grove that kept the trees green, but that it was toxic to people, which is why no one ever went there. Though, that didn’t make sense to you. If it was toxic, why were there flowers and birds? The wildlife seemed unaffected by whatever odd supposed toxin existed in the grove.
It had struck your interest more than once, but you never went in. You loved ghost stories, but you weren’t necessarily keen on being in one. And the threat of a toxin was enough to keep you from venturing in.
Though, one day, as you were wandering close, you heard a mournful whimpering, as if someone were in pain. Your worry about ghosts and toxins flew out of your mind as you ran into the grove, looking for whatever was making the sound.
“Hello?” You called. “Is someone there? Are you okay?”
“Please!” They called. “Can you help me?”
“Yes,” You said, pushing past the thick foliage. “Just hold on, I’m coming. Keep talking to me so I can find you! What’s your name? How old are you?”
“Geras!” They said, coughing. “I’m ninety-eight seasons!”
“Seasons?” What was ninety-eight divided by four? “So you’re twenty-four?”
“I suppose,” They said. “But we don’t measure time that way.”
“We?”
“The people of the grove,” They said. “My family and I.”
“Wait,” You said, untangling yourself from a tree. “People live in here? I thought there was a toxin in the air that killed people.”
“What?” They actually laughed, which turned into a hacking cough. “No, of course not.”
“What about the ghosts, then? Are they real?” You asked with a laugh, but you were met with silence. “Geras? Geras! Keep talking.”
“Hurry, please,” Geras said, their voice hoarse. “Please.”
“Almost there,” You said. You finally managed to fight your way through heavy branches and dense underbrush and into what looked like an apple orchard. There were all sorts of apple trees there, and in between a copse of heritage apples was a person laid between the rows, unmoving.
“Geras?” You called. You couldn’t see much of them beyond the long brown hair all over. You could only tell that they were tall and gangly.
Next to them was a bag that stank to high heaven. At first you thought it could be poisons, but you looked inside and found a litany of gross hunting sprays: skunk essence, liquid ass, insect repellents, deer musk, and the like. The odor was so strong that it made you gag.
“Is this the problem?” You asked, breathing through your shirt. They nodded weakly. You weren’t surprised. It made you feel woozy, too. “I’ll get rid of it and come back to check on you, okay?”
“Yes, please,” They gasped.
You fought your way back out of the grove into the dead winter forest, back to the hiking trail to find a trash receptacle. It took nearly thirty minutes to find one, and another twenty to return to the grove. By the time you got back, Geras was not there. Worried, you followed the row up to a house.
The house was… old. Very old. So old that you couldn’t even determine what style or era it was from. It was tall and square, made of rough brick and thatched roof. There seemed to be no windows, but the entire front wall was open and had a rolled up flap that closed that side from the elements.
From the open side, you could see people moving around, hurried, almost frenzied, and you called out to them.
“Hey!” You said. “I’m looking for Geras! He… or she.. or they passed out from some garbage that got thrown in here. Are they okay?”
They all stopped and turned to stare at you from the shadow, and it was then you realized that there was no lights or electricity. There wasn’t even a power pole or lines anywhere nearby.
“Are you the one who helped Geras?” One of them asked. They had a feminine sounding voice.
“Yes,” You said. “Are they okay?”
“She’s not well,” The speaker said. “I am her mother, Foteini.” The woman came down and out of the shadows, and you took a step backward.
She was covered from head to toe in fur, except for her face, which was hairless, but possessed no mouth. Her eyes and nose were very large, however, and her silvering hair was long behind her.
“What are you?” You asked, your voice a little shaky.
“The people of the grove,” She said, her voice not coming from any sort of mouth, but rather from all around her. It wasn’t like telepathy; you could actually hear a voice in your ears, but it seemed to emanate from all over her. “Do not be frightened. We are gentle people.”
There were three other people there in that stepped out of the darkened interior, a black haired creature like Foteini and two much smaller ones the same color as the mother, likely children. They clung to the legs of the taller, black furred creature, seemingly frightened of you.
“Will Geras be okay?” You asked haltingly.
“I don’t know,” The mother said. “She inhaled much of the fumes from those poisons.”
“Is there something I can do to help?” You asked.
“You’ve already done her a great service,” Foteini said. “We would not have been able to help her, if we had found her, and if she had laid there longer, she’d likely have died.”
“Why?” You asked. “That stuff stank, sure, but it wasn’t technically poisonous. Not inhaling it, anyway.”
“We live on the aromas of nature,” Foteini explained. “Flowers, trees, fruit. Those sustain us. Pungent, unpleasant smells, like that poison you disposed of, are toxic and potentially fatal to us.”
“Oh,” You said, daunted. “Is there something that could help speed her recovery?”
Foteini thought. “Roses. They are among the most fragrant things that exist in nature, but we haven’t been able to grow them here in many years. Could you find some?”
“Yeah. Yeah! I… I’ll be back!” You said, and dashed back out of the grove before they could stop you.
You got out of the forest, dropped off your painting stuff at home, and went to a plant nursery.
“Do you have any rose plants?” You asked the clerk.
“Well, yes,” The clerk said. “But it’s too late in the year to plant them. If you want to grow from seeds, though, you can plant those now. I can sell you some seeds and give you a guide.”
That’s too long, you thought to yourself. Geras needed the roses now. “You know, I’ll take it, but I’m in a hurry.”
“Uh… alright.”
The clerk packed up the seeds of several types of roses and a guide for each, and as soon as you had them, you sprinted to a flower shop. You purchased a large bouquet of the finest, freshest, most aromatic red roses, and while it took a chunk out of your bank account, you didn’t want to run the risk of buying some that were less than perfect in fear that they wouldn’t work.
It was nearing sundown when you returned to the grove, and Foteini seemed surprised to see you.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d return,” She said. “Humans tend to stay away from this place.”
“I brought the roses,” You said, gasping for breath. “And some seeds to plant.”
“This is… most generous of you,” Foteini said. “Please, come inside. Night is approaching and you don’t want to be in the forest after dark. There are far less benign creatures out there than us.”
You shivered and followed her inside.
Geras was lying on a pallet in a far room, her breathing labored and raspy. Foteini began to lay out the flowers around Geras’s head, arranging the flowers around Geras’s head in a circle.
“Breathe deep,” Foteini said soothingly, rubbing Geras’s chest like a mother would for a sick child.
Geras made an effort to take a deep breath, but it sounded pained. However, after two or three tries, her breathing eased and eventually, after about an hour of tense waiting, she was able to breath without struggle. Foteini relaxed, and so did you.
“You should sleep here tonight,” Foteini said. “And eat as many apples as you want. We owe you a great debt.”
“I’m just glad I could help,” You said.
You fell asleep almost immediately after eating, having been exhausted by all the running. When you awoke, there was a new bushel of apples sitting next to you, and next to that was Geras, watching you sleep.
“Oh,” You said, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m much better now,” She said, smiling with her large green eyes. “Thank you for everything.”
“Of course,” You said with a self-conscious laugh. “You gave me a scare.”
“I’m sorry,” She said. “I know humans aren’t used to us.”
“No, I mean almost dying like that,” You corrected her. “I mean, I was a little startled, I’ll admit, but you guys seem nice.”
“You’re nice, too,” She said, continuing to smile.
“Thanks,” You said, starting to blush under the weight of her stare. “I, uh… I should get back, I have to go to work later today.”
“Of course,” Geras said, standing in a fluid movement and holding out a hand to help you to your feet. “Though… I hope… you’ll come back to visit?” She held out one of the roses for you to take.
You smiled at her, your hands still clasped. “I would like that very much.”
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kodzukenscorner · 4 years
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🏵 (1) I would adore a match up from you if you are still taking them. ♡ Pfp is me(straight brown hair, almond hazel eyes), short, visibly scarred, with several small tattoos. Likes: Roadtrips, Pretending I'm more fond of the outdoors than I actually am, Forest Paintings, My Nerd Family, Opposoms Dislikes: Heights, Bugs, Cooking, Cockroaches (listed separately from bugs because I WILL panic cry) Hobbies: Hosting D&D, Collecting macabre things, Responsible Social Distancing.
🏵 (2) Personality: INFJ, Cancer, loud, protective, generous, and I have a snort laugh; definitely a hugger. Therapist friend and proud. I believe I was born cursed to always be polite and kind to everyone. I'm not nieave to the trouble I can get into this way but I still cant help myself. Oh! And I cry with every movie and sad commercial. It's annoying. **Thanks for your time Sweetie**
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Your match is...
Bokuto Koutaro
Bokuto is certainly someone who can match your loud energy 
He is very similar to you, he loves his friends and is would do anything for them
He’s extremely grateful to have you because you’re someone who is good at listening
Honestly just having someone like you to listen to him is extremely helpful in dealing with his emotions and it helps him express what he’s feeling better
Oh and he is most definitely a hugger
Literally hugging you every chance he gets, will not let you go but he gives great bear hugs anyway
Will absolutely cry with you if you start crying during a movie
Also strikes me as the type to enjoy a good road trip every now and then
And if you’re afraid of a bug, he will kick into overdrive and get rid of it before you can even worry about it
He’s someone who is full of happiness and love and he loves having someone as sweet as you by his side
Runnerup:
Sugawara Koushi
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sleepy-bebby · 2 years
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