#southern spotted skunk

[inaturalist-propaganda]

[ID: A photograph of a southern spotted skunk, looking out towards the camera from between a small gap. It has black fur covered in wiggly, thick white stripes, with a white spot in the middle of its face between its round black eyes. End ID.]

Observation by pavellperez on iNaturalist

alright this is killing me with how cute it was so I was obligated to share it with you all. Please look at this adorable little face. Oh my gods.

#skunks #spotted skunk #southern spotted skunk #photography #iNaturalist #Spilogale angustifrons #spilogale #spotted skunks #Mephitinae #Mephitidae #Carnivora #Laurasiatheria #Placentalia #Theria #Mammalia #Vertebrata #Chordata #Animalia #YES I AM GOING TO BE LISTING OUT ALLLLL THE TREES SO I CAN LEARN THEM :) #described images

[jyoongim]

DANGEROUSLY IN LOVE

Word count 1.1k

”he’s a wolf in disguise

but I can’t stop staring in those evil eye

i asked my girlfriend if she’d seen you ‘round before

she mumbled something while she got down on the floor

we’ve might have fucked, not really sure, don’t quite recall

but something tells me that I’ve seen him yeah

that boy is a monster”

alastor x burlesque!reader pt 1

An inaccurate southerner 1920 fic.

I am Black sooooo reader is black for the sake of this and so is Alastor cause that’s a black man idc idc idc fight a skunk.

Monster by lady Gaga really had my juices flowing

themes: Alastor himself is a warning,

violence,

alcohol use,

 drug use, 

nsfw, 

teasing, flirting, taunting, smut, 

banter, possessive/protective behavior  

You hummed a little tune as Mimzy finished doing your makeup and hair. 

Tonight was your first debut at the club and you were excited to be the opening act.

You ran your hands over the tight corset in an attempt to soothe the nervousness that was trying to settle in your belly. You adjusted the feathered headpiece as Mimzy finally finished everything with hairspray (why did set your makeup as well….oh well).

You were finishing up putting on your jewelry when you heard Mimzy gasped, you turned seeing her poking her head out to look out the door out to the growing crowd.

you fixed your lips to ask her what had her so shocked, when she twirled around, eyes wide and excited “He’s here! I can’t believe he here!”

You blinked, confused “who is here Mimzy? One of your little boy toys? Or someone you owe?”

she flipped you off before smirking “what you live under a rock doll? Him! Hell’s Stereo himself!”

Your eyes widened as you gawked “No way!” You ran over to the door to peep without people seeing you and your eyes settled on a lone red, lanky demon sitting at the bar. You couldn’t really see him well from where your dressing room but before you could crane your head out further, Mimzy pulled you back in

”You are suppose to be a surprise doll! Can’t let that lot get a eyeful without proper payment now can we?”

You soon forgot about the red demon as you primped a bit more, chatted with some of the other dancers, and laughed with Mimzy.

 The lights in the club had finally dimmed and Mimzy slapped you on the ass, leaving your dressing room “Knock ‘em dead doll!”

You took a deep breathe as you heard the band begin to play your song.

You straightened your back, and took on a composure that oozed seduction and confidence.

Hearing the beat of the music, you waltzed out onto the stage, giant feathered fans concealing yourself.

The whistles and catcalls never failed to make you nervous, but you used it to fuel your confidence.

You pivoted around the stage, teasing those who tried to steal a look around the fans.

A swing lowered and you took a seat on it and as it rose into the air, you finally revealed yourself in all your glammed glory.

the spotlight prevented you front seeing much of the crowd but your were Able to spot Mimzy, who was chatting with the red demon from earlier.

Your body moved on autopilot, maybe it was from hours of practice or maybe it was because the red demon was drop dead gorgeous. 

He was a rather tall fellow, at least compared to Mimzy.

Lanky build adorned in a red pinstriped suit with a black bowtie. He had a bob-like hair cut, the tips black that was cut into an undercut. Protruding on top of his bang were two little antler like horns and

omg were those ears???? His ears mixed with the color of his hair. 

They reminded you of a deer’s. They seemed to stay alert, sticking forward, never flickering.

His eyes were a bright red, like rubies.

and he had a ever-present sharp smile.

Uncanny. But OH  he was so pretty.

You locked eyes and automatically you flashed him a flirty wink. You half expected him to throw a wink or look away, but instead he held your gaze as he raised his glass in acknowledgment. You felt your cheeks heat up as you tried to focus on your performance.

You swung and twirled on your little perch. Slowly, you started to remove pieces of your costume.

You perched yourself alongside a gentleman and smirked as he practically melted at your touch. You wrapped your boa around his neck and  pressed your fingers lightly to his mouth; he smirked, nipping at your fingertips and slowly dragging your glove off. You glided through the crowd, losing a piece of clothing here and there.

By the time you circled around to the bar, Mimzy was drunk and dancing along to the music and the mysterious demon was tracking your movements.

Hitting a little jig with Mimzy, you were intending to make your way to the lanky devil, when an arm circled around your waist and tugged you into a fella, who obviously had been drinking waaaay too much.

”why don’cha take the rest of these off princess?” He took a swig of whatever cheap liquor and leered at you “i like a gal dripped only in jewels” he snickered.

You frowned and tried to play off his perversion.”sorry dearest but I fear i am simply too much for you” you slapped his hand off of you and made your way to the bar.

Taking a seat, you ordered a bottle of whiskey and manners be damned, you chugged it for a good second.

maybe this’ll put you back in a good mood.

you were too busy sipping your sorrows you didn’t notice that a dark presence had settled beside you.

“And here I thought you were just pretty entertainment ” a deep brawl said from behind you. You turned and let out a soft squeak at the close proximity of the demon you had been eyeing all night. He cocked his head, mouth stretched in a big smile, showing off his sharp teeth. “You kept me waiting for a while doll” 

You could blame the courage on the whiskey, but you smirked at him coyly “and who might you be?” The red demon crouched to your level and raised your bare hand to his lips, keeping eye contact as his grin widened “Alastor doll. Pleasure to meet to you”

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #burlesque #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #the radio demon

[irradiatedsnakes]

my mob psycho 100 furry au COMPLETE i did it

FORTY EIGHT CHARACTERS

THE LIST

mob - eurasian tree sparrow

reigen - "acheroraptor" (microraptor)

dimple - kitty :)

ritsu - house sparrow

teru - aardwolf

tome - jumping bean moth

shou - vermilion flycatcher

serizawa - black myotis bat

tsubomi - thylacine

mezato - black & rufous elephant shrew

toichiro - eastern kingbird

minegishi - kunpengopterus

shimazaki - southern black racer

shibata - zuul (the ankylosaur, not the ghostbusters monster)

hatori - buff old german owl pigeon

joseph - spinner shark

musashi - cow

sagawa - leopard seal

yamamura - horse

kumagawa - great white shark

onigawara - red kangaroo

shimura - volcano hummingbird

inukawa - shiba inu

saruta - nepal gray langur

kijibayashi - ring-necked pheasant

takenaka - dusky dolphin

hoshino - pteranodon

asahi - variable bush viper

kurosaki - tiger leech

kaito & daichi - duck-billed platypus

mitsuura - orange rili cherry shrimp

mogami - carrion crow

shinra - capybara

jodo - chimpanzee

minori - orchid mantis (mobfrog's idea)

kamuro - common raccoon (sammisafetypin's idea)

tokugawa - painted dog (shigayokagayama's idea

roshuuto - numbat (shigayokagayama's idea also)

hoshida - river otter (handsmotif's idea)

emi - white mouth moray eel (localdopplerradar's idea)

sakurai - blue-spotted tree monitor

koyama - green iguana

matsuo - aye aye

mukai - sunda night carpenter bee (torchiclove's idea)

tsuchiya - peregrine falcon

muraki - cape golden mole (once again, thank you leo shigayokagayama)

terada - striped skunk

ishiguro - warty octopus (Graneledone verrucosa)

#furry mp100 #mp100

[shopcat]

✮ all fauna! – just the babies!

✮ mammals -> feliformes domestic cats – wild cats – hyenas, malagasy carnivorans, mongooses popular: snow leopard – tiger – serval – spotted hyena

-> caniformes domestic dogs – wolves and coyotes – true foxes – catch-all other canids – bears – musteloids (mustelids, raccoons, red pandas, skunks, etc) – seals popular: wolf – red fox – tanuki – brown bear – common raccoon – harp seal

-> even-toed ungulates bovids (cows, sheep, antelope, etc) – deer – whales and dolphins – pigs popular: white-tailed deer – sika deer – orca

equids – tapirs – bats – hedgehogs, moles, true shrews popular: domestic horse – grey-headed flying fox – four-toed hedgehog

rabbits and hares – rodents – primates popular: domestic rabbit – capybara – japanese macaque

elephants, dugong, hyraxes, etc

armadillos, sloths, anteaters

marsupials – monotremes popular: virginia opossum

✮ catch-all marine sharks – cephalopods popular: nurse shark – dolphin – southern stingray

✮ reptiles – amphibians – birds – insects – snails, sea slugs, nudibranch, etc popular: ball python

✮ domestic cats – dogs – rabbits – horses – ferrets – rats

✮ genetic -> hybrid -> colour mutation: albinism (complete absence of melanin), melanism (excess of melanin), leucism (partial loss of pigmentation), piebaldism (a form of patch or dot-like leucism) and other oddities (vitiligo, erythrism, abundism, etc)

✮ (some of) my favourite animals :) ✮ feel free to ask/tag/dm me to identify something and i'll do my best ^_^ any animal is tagged to my best knowledge but corrections or additions are welcome!

⚠️ if you need bugs tagged filter "#insecta" and for snakes filter "#reptilia"!

updated: 28 mar, 2024

#all are redirects to tags :) #also tagging/sending me any animal pic just bc u think i'd like it is 100% welcome + i love it

[aycockcostello49]

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[gunnygazette-blog]

WEEK #12 GAME-BY-GAME

Last week of the Regular Season...not alotta Drama...just some seeding tiffs...

Game of the Week

* (40) Iron Chickens (0-8) @ (24) Minners (2-6) 0-49

- Minners need to win by 18pts or more…

G#2 (10) D-League Champs (6-3) @ (7) Pee-Rats (8-1) :  28-29

- Should be a slugfest of two different styles...brawler versus finesse...just like Week #6 when physicality won 38-12 for the Pee-Rats…  Much closer...just the same outcome.

G#3 (3) Angry Fairies (8-0) @ (12) Mee-ah-Mee Raid  (5-4) :  35-24

-  The Ugly Uniform crowd found a way to pull it out in the waning moments back in Week two...15-14…and have feasted on a pretty cream puff schedule.  The Raid have struggled to closeout teams in the final minutes and may struggle again this week…an offense that is hot and cold...goes freezing in the fourth.  

G#4 (13) Hooded Snakes (8-1) @ (4) Du-vowel Raid (9-0) :  19-31

- Not exactly winner takes all…but almost…  At risk is the #2 seed.  Thanks to a week three Raid win...23-20…they have a 2pt lead in composite scoring…  The reason why they don’t get the full 3pts...is because a tie in the composite score would favor the serpent’s higher scoring offense.   So not only must the legless-ones must win...but by 3pts or more.

G#5 (15) Du-vowel Kitties (5-3) @ (16) Water-Lizzies (6-2) :  9-22

- Both teams battling for the fifth seed...and thanks to a 14-6 week #3 win for the Kitties...they sit in the catbird seat.  

G#6 (22) Tampa spotted Kitties (3-6) @ (18) Southern Spotted Kitties (4-4-1) :  3-17

- Bad Jag vs Meh Jag…  Should the winner have to pick a new mascot?  The Algorithm thinks this game will be closer than I do...but than again...it may not happen...

G#7 (21) Bad Weather (5-3) @ (20) Grizzled-ones (5-4) :  14-35

- Winner jumps the other in the seeding…in a rematch of a 14-13 Wk3 game that saw the Clouds winning a home game…  Now they are on the road...Bruised Bruins get their revenge...and the chance to host next weeks rubber match...

G#8 (23) King Kitties (2-7) @ (14) Cow-Pups (5-4) :  0-25

- The Kings without a crown have been pretty toothless...and got clobbered at home in week #9 by this very same team...26-0…  The computer thinks this will almost be a re-run of the previous movie...

G#9 (30) Otha Bull-pups (1-7) @ (19) A-meri-cant’s (4-5) :  16-42

-  Don’t wanna see it...don’t expect it to happen…

G#10 (9) The Newest Comic-als (7-2) @ (38) Ghosts (2-3) :  32-2

- Yeaahh...this could get ugly...

G#11 (11) Chicken-hawks (5-3) @ (31) My lil’ Ponies (4-5) :  49-11

-  Play-off are on the line...wait...who am I kidding…  Should not be close...as only one has realistic aspirations…

G#12 (26) Reaps (1-6-1) @ (8) Otha Sparties (5-4) :  13-53

- They’ve met a few times...but this will be the only time this year...Sparty needs a “get right” game after spending all that money and effort last week only to get ran over...

G#13 (2) Waskily-Weasels (9-0) @ (27) Concrete Shoes (3-6) :  46-0

- Uhmmm...Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhhhgleee…  If they play...Skunk Bears will be all out to score points...and lots of them…  (Than again...when do they not?)…  The Gangsta’s don’t have enough speed to keep up...but the Waskily-ones might trip a few times..

G#14 (34) Terrible Tigs (0-9) @ (5) A.R.M.Y. (7-2) :  0-73

….somebody is going to be padding some stats...

FORFEIT CITY and the SHOULD HAVE BEENS

(NR) Chum Bait (0-2) @ (35) Otha Kitties (2-7) :  16-25

(25) RainCoats (5-3) @ (29) F-Criminals (3-5) :  6-21

(24) Minners (2-6) @ (39) N-Criminals (0-9) :  23-3

(40) Iron Chickens (0-8) @ (28) Rubber Snakes (4-4) :  12-49

* (NR) Chum Bait (0-2) @ (6) North Weasels (9-0)

* (17) Jesters (3-6) @ (36) Feather Dusters (3-6)

* (32) Corpse Munchers (0-9) @ (1) Sorry-Ass Champs (9-0)

- (32) Corpse Munchers (0-9) @ (36) Feather Dusters (3-6) :  25-7

- (1) Sorry-Ass Champs (9-0) @ (17) Jesters (3-6) :  42-8

- (6) North Weasels (9-0) @ (33) No-Sho-Bruins (0-6) :  44-0

[fenneykindlefire]

Object Weird Wonder Animals

For @computerwolfartsy

Backpack - Eastern Kangaroo Banana Yogurt - Crowned Lemur Bonsai - Japanese Raccoon Dog Bun Hat - American White Rabbit Burgie - Fennec Fox Clicky - Field Mouse Cotton Candy - Poodle Crayon - Galah Daisy - African Lion Easter Egg - Robin Fish Cracker - Smooth-Coated Otter Frog Hat - Bullfrog Ghost - Albino Bat Gummy - Northern Olingo Handy - Spider Monkey Happy Balloon - Southern Flying Squirrel Ice Cream - Arctic Hare Ketchup - Red Deer Lemon - European Mink (because Lemon from Object Survival Island was a Northern River Mink) Lolly - Plains Zebra Mushroom - Ladybug Onigiri - Shiba Inu Pacifier - Spotted Skunk Paper Crown - Emperor Penguin Pill - Red-Crested Cardinal Popsicle - Scarlet Macaw Pop-Up - Jackal Positively - Alpine Pika Ramen - Eurasian Beaver (because Noodles from Object Redundancy was a Canadian Beaver) Ribbon - Caribbean Flamingo Serotonin - Two-Headed Snakes Shrimp - Alaskan Pink Shrimp (obviously) Shuffy - Quokka Slimy - Eastern Glass Lizard (because Blob from Open Source Objects was an Asian Glass Lizard) Snail Shell - Garden Snail Soda Cup - Northern Goshawk Strawberry - Bobcat Tamagotchi - Silkie Chicken (because Tamagotchi from Object Multiverse was a Domestic Chicken) Tiny Buddy - Marmoset Toast - Wood Duck Toy Cube - Porpoise Water Cube - Dolphin Jaybey - Tasmanian Devil

#object weird wonder

[the-faunal-frontier]

Spilogale angustifrons - Southern Spotted Skunk

#southern spotted skunk #spotted skunk #skunk #spilogale #angustifrons #mephitidae #carnivora #mammalia #chordata #animalia #least concern #north america #central america #mexico #scrubland #terrestrial #faunal frontier #the faunal frontier #thefaunalfrontier

[tigirl-and-co]

hewwo! so i've been away long enough to not know your star system girls :0c so please answer these for them!

👤💓 🌌 :3

Ohhhhh balam, you have no idea how excited I am to answer this ask, I’ve been waiting all day lmao <33333333

SO just for a quick rundown, Grits, Oatmeal, and Daisy run a large crime syndicate, with Grits and Daisy being the younger siblings of some small-time crooks in the star system canon, while Wolf is the leader of a small-time gang who are mostly just together for survival, and eventually she takes in Roxy who had been kicked out by her mother as a child. Wolf has no biological relationship to any star system members, and Roxy is the love child of notorious criminal Skunk, who does not know she exists and probably wouldn’t care if he did

Also I’m including Annie even though she’s not a character in the most traditional sense. Sometimes you answer ask memes about the family dog robot wolf, and that’s okay!

Grits

Well, her brother is Hamegg, and I kinda wanted to keep in with the breakfast food theme uwu also bc somebody with grit is somebody who is hardcore, who survives, so it’s sort of a play on words too

Volume 1 of Sailor Moon. Her brother used to read it to her as a bedtime story, so it holds great sentimental value. It’s worn and has a few stains from being treated roughly and handled by children, but to her it’s as good as mint condition.

Way in the back corner of the park she would visit as a child, is a gazebo, once white, now off-grey and slowly rotting. Her brother and his friends would take her there on sunny days, letting her play while they plotted and schemed in the way kids on a bad path do. Despite its state of decay, on days where she needs to clear her head she still visits, and can almost conjure up those days gone by

Oatmeal

Out-of-universe, I needed a name that was similar to but different from Grits, so we ended up at Oatmeal uwu in-universe, it’s bc Grits spared no expense in creating a robot double of herself, pouring money into the project, and then stood beside it as it was activated. It opened its eyes, looked at Grits and asked ‘What is my name?’ and Grits went ‘...oh fuck,’ having COMPLETELY forgotten about that part, and came up with ‘Oatmeal’ pretty much on the spot. RIP to Grits, no good under pressure.

Her outfit! Wearing the dress really makes Oatmeal feel like she has an identity, like she can fill the shoes she was given. Plus it’s the first thing Grits ever gave her, so it has sentimental value, too

Their bedroom. All three girls share a huge bedroom in the mansion they own totally legally with money obtained through legal means. It’s not only a safe place in a physical sense, but also in an emotional sense. They all let their facades fall, and can just be genuine with each other! And for Oatmeal, who is still kinda figuring herself out, it’s refreshing to see not only her girlfriends like that, but to be allowed to experiment with herself and her own personality as well

Daisy Ben

Well, she’s Heck Ben’s sister so… Also she’s named after and based on Daisy Ubuntu from the new season of Meerkat Manor… she’s based on a Meerkat what have I DONE. Daisy is just a good Southern Belle name tho tbh.

When she was 4 years old, Heck ‘found’ enough money to buy her a toy, since she didn’t have many. He got her a big plush ducky, who she named Cheese and Quackers. Dear Cheese has been loved half to death by now, but she still treasures him, and he sits on the nightstand to watch over the three of them as they sleep.

Horseback, or out in tall grass. Her family, including her, worked at the stables, caring for and exercising the horses, and even though she doesn’t often do it anymore, she loves riding bareback to help clear her head. Barring that, she loves hunkering down in tall grass, unseen by prying eyes. It makes her feel like a predatory animal uwu

Wolf Pack

wolf… good……… (in-universe, it’s debated on whether or not it’s her real name)

A small, pink stuffed dog. It was the only thing Roxy had from home, other than the clothes on her back, and eventually she gave it to Wolf as thanks for taking her in and as a sign of trust. Its name is Strawberry

Once she begins to trust him, Elefun’s office at the ministry of science! It’s a safe place for her physically, and it’s just… nice, you know? To not have to be the most responsible person in the room for once. To be able to let somebody else handle things.

Roxy Pack

Roxy is always a good name! In this case, it’s meant to be a reference to the Roxy Hunter series of movies, which I saw like 2 or 3 of as a kid. Her last name is Pack since she was unofficially taken in by Wolf as a little sister <3 also when paired with Annie, their names make ‘Roxanne’ which doesn’t mean anything but I thought it would be neat

A knife! Specifically, a scratched-up and kinda shitty blue karambit. When Wolf first took her in, she gave her the knife to help her protect herself, and as that was the first act of kindness Roxy had experienced in what felt like forever, it became very important to her. She now collects knives lmao.

Wolf’s room in the gang hideout. She knows Wolf will always look out for her! Plus, Wolf has a bunch of scientific posters on the walls and a few science mags lying around, and when nobody’s looking, she’ll try to read them. Wolf does her best to teach Roxy, but homegirl is also just naturally curious and wants to learn, lack of schooling be damned!

Annie the Robot Wolf

100% I just wanted to get the Roxanne thing. In-universe, Wolf named her for exactly the same reason lol

Roxy’s sweatshirt. She naps on it and can use its scent to find Roxy if anything bad happened

Dog park. She was programmed to have canine instincts, and sometimes she just wants to play with the other pooches <3333 'cuddling with Roxy' is also a valid answer

Thank you sooooooo much for the ask!!!!! This was so much fun <33333 I hope you like my girls ;w;

#ask #ocs #star system ocs #grits #oatmeal #daisy ben #down home breakfast #roxy pack #wolf pack #annie the robowolf #tezuka star system #yo can u go to public school if ur homeless? idk. #like can you just Show Up to school and they have to let you stay? #if yes then Roxy still goes to school

[lennydaisy]

SWAN SONG || The Walking Dead || CHAPTER TWO.

‘You have to trust that every friendship has no end, that a communion of saints exists among all those, living and dead, who have truly loved God and one another.

You know from experience how real this is.  Those you have loved deeply and who have died live on in you,  not just as memories but as real presences.’

HENRI NOUWEN

                       The Walking Dead.

      Season 1-?

                                       FEM OC! and ?

Hope you like it :)) and here is the link to CHAPTER ONE!

My home is nothing but radiant. It's a place that is constantly filled with smiles and laughter and sometimes the occasional tear, but no matter what we get through it because we are a family. It's filled with so many memories; like when Corey and I tried to make mom a cake for her birthday and ended up spending her birthday at the hospital because Corey somehow got a teaspoon stuck up her left nostril, or when I came home from school claiming to have a new pet. My mom thought it would have been a snail or a worm, like something normal, but no I was a bit of a weird kid and brought home a skunk. I don't know how I found it or how I managed to get it to rest peacefully in my school backpack all day, but what I do know is that we all had to spend a week at a motel whitest our house got deep cleaned.

I had my first heartbreak in this house, my room filling up with tears like that one scene from Alice in Wonderland, only difference was I was 6 years old and claimed I had already met the love of my life.

This house has blessed me with so many things. One of those things being a chance. A chance at a normal upbringing in a comfortable home. It also blessed me with 2 sisters at the age of 4 and the most amazing mother I could have ever asked for. At the end of the day, my home, 76 Baden Way, Mormont, is the one consistent happiness in my life.

That's why I'm confused.

The drive up the all too familiar street was oddly unsettling. It didn't feel right. To be fair I didn't grow up in a white picket community with neighbours that give you cookies every fortnight or invite you to their weekly barbecues in their freshly mowed lawns, but it wasn't a bad place. 

Was I gone for too long, it's only been a couple of days.

The houses that once stood tall, the house that once signified homeliness, now appear to be on there last leg. The once standing, chipped fences are now nonexistent, flattened into the ground. The once curtained windows, with the occasional flower pot on the window sill, are now completely bored up, no light being shown into the what I assume darkened houses.

Normally finding parking in my street is a nightmare, it's always something for somebody. Whether it be a birthday or a family get together, there is never any space for me to park my car relatively close to my own house. Of course, I complain, it's annoying, but for some reason being able to just drive straight into my own driveway is sickening to me. Where's mom's car?

My car whistles to a stop as I cut the engine. Neither I or Cora dare to move as we look upon what we once called home. The once fully in season apple tree is now snapped basically in half, rotten apples scattered around the dying grass. As for the house itself, it's not doing so hot either, the garage door is now covered with large indents in the shapes of fists, the odd splatter of blood causing bile to gather in my mouth. The usually crystal clear windows are now dust-ridden and black with ash, unable to see what's within the once homely home.

"What it like this when you left for school this morning?" I question Cora, the unsettling feeling that our home is giving me makes my voice lose all strength. 

Shaking her head timidly, "No," she replies, "Everything was normal."

'Now is as good a time as any', I thought as I reach over into the passages seat pocket, grabbing my Cloy Python. Looking my scared sister in the eye I said, "You can stay in the car if you want. I'll scoop the place out, make sure it's safe."

Shaking her head vigorously at my suggesting, gripping onto my arm, prohibiting me from leaving the car alone, "I'd feel a lot safer with you." If it wasn't for the situation I would have poked fun at her for needing her big sister but honestly, I'd feel safer with her too.

Nodding my head, I exit the car and make my way around the front of our house. With shaky legs, Cora stands as tall as she could beside me. Not knowing what we're about to walk into, I detach my baton from my belt and hand it to my timid sister. With trembling but understanding hands she clutched it tightly, white-knuckled.

Mom normal locks the door, no matter what, it's always locked. That's the first sign that somethings wrong. The front down just swung open. I keep my gun raised as I slowly step into my house, the sound of glass crunching under my combat boots, the side window had been smashed. Would explain why the doors unlocked.

"Someone else could be here, be careful, stay alert," I whisper to my sister how had barely moved an inch into our house, my baton still stuck to her right hand.

The dark wood cabinet, where all our favourite captured memories were framed, is now broken, laying on its fronts, surrounded by glass and water from the Fine China flower vase. 

Bending down to flip over one of the pictures scattered on the floor, only to be met with the smiling faces of my family. We went to the Grand Canyon a few years ago, we were all so excited but we didn't check the weather. Who knew the Grand Canyon, y'know that big dry place, had flash floods, beats me, but that didn't stop out Mom from forcing us to still have a picnic on the waterlogged grass. 'It's all part of the experience' she said. If the experience was having a cold for weeks after the trip then we nailed it. I couldn't help but smile it the silly but fond memory, but I guess with the way the world is headed moments of endearment and reminiscing don't last very long.

A subtly whistle from my sister causes me to raise to my feet slowly, turning to see her pointing quietly into the family room. Standing still for a minute or so, the loud silence is broken by the soft sound of pattering feet. Signalling for my sister to stay behind me, I stalk my way into the room. Expecting to see one of those things in our living room, I flip the safety of my revolver, taking aim. As though glued to the spot, my legs for some reason forgetting how to work as my eyes settle on a figure standing, back towards us, facing the bookshelf. Not moving like any of those things from before, or making any similar noises, I come to the conclusion that's there is a person in our house. A person I don't know.

"Stay where you are and don't move," my once shaky voice now filled nothing but authority as I order the person before us to halt. Getting the picture, the person raised their hands slowly not daring to move another inch, "Who are you and why are you in my house?" I question, my aim on the back of their head never flatters.

"Ain't no need for that now little missy" their thick Geogiran accent breaking through the tense air in the room, "what happened to a little common southern hospitality?" He asks laughing clearly not taking any of this seriously.

"You broke into my house and you expect what, a welcome party. Oh wait and I'll fetch the balloons," the sarcasm rolls of my tongue like venom. The nerve of this guy.

"Correction I didn't break-in, I was pleasantly granted access," he corrects cocking his head to the side. Even though I can't see his face I already know that's there's a shit-eating grin.

"Granted access by who?" Perks up Cora, her voice not as protruding towards the figure but her point still stands.

Seeing the man nodding his head in acknowledgement, clicking his tongue in the roof of his mouth, "ah you're the sisters. The cop and the college chick," he laughed, his hands no longer held up but instead on his knees as he leans over slightly in laughter. Not understanding what's so funny, I cock my gun causing him to shot back up to attention, any signs of joking no completely evaporated into thin air.

Turning his head slightly despite my order to not move, his stubbly side profile coming into view, half a smirk lazily dancing along his face, "I take it you're the bad cop," he attempts to joke again, but it falls short, in a situation like this, one that has my moms safety on the line, is not the time to be Mr Comedian.

"Where's my mom" I rolled my eyes at the man, asking the serious question at hand. If he as much laid a single finger on her, I swear, if he thinks I'm the bad cop now, he's got another thing coming.

"Well if that's what you wanted this whole time you should have just asked little missy," he exclaims turning round to fully face us. He's a shaggy looking man, looking to be in his early 40s. His short blond hair sitting a mess on the top of his head. He has a few scars here and there and eyes that sent an uneasy shiver down my spine. His attire, clad in an old button-down shirt and a dirty wife-beater that looks to be stained with sweat from the Atlanta heat.

I already knew he was armed, spotting the gun that was tucked tightly into the back pocket of his cargo pants. Based on looks alone I already know what type of man I'm dealing with here. A stereotypical, boorish, southern redneck. Most of these men are ticking time bombs and the fact that one has found there way into my home, the place where my mother is, doesn't sit right with me.

"Come on out now Charlotte," He called out of the broken-down door, leading to the stairs, "I think it was a bird," he mutters, kicking this right leg quickly. Looking down at the ground, aside from the broken glass and wood chips, there are also feathers. Must have been the bird he was talking about.

The sound of light feet pattering down the stairs causes my ear to twitch, almost cat-like, but I don't flatter my aim on the man, "are you sure, I thought I heard-" the voice of my mother echos through the room from behind me. Mom. As subtly as possible I attempted to flip the safety back on my gun, not want to catch the attention of the man before me, but the silence fails me yet again, the soft clicking of my gun makes the man look at me, a knowing grin on his face. Cocky bastard.

"Cora, Macy," relieves mom, as she rushes over the glittering glass, skidding with friction, pulling both of us into a bone-crushing hug, "you're okay?" She asks as she separated from us, holding us at an arms distance, looking us over for signs of injury.

"Mom, Mom! We're fine," Cora reassures our panicking mother, holding her ageing face between her hands, looking her seriously in the eye, "we're okay." 

Yeah, we might be but what about her.

My mom is a colourful woman. She always said 'the world is simply in black and white, but that doesn't mean we can't add our own colours'. Whether it is a bold pair of earrings or an eyesore of a scarf, she is always surrounded by colour, but not today. She clad in a shirt that appears to big for her petite frame, baggy jeans and hiking boots. No colour, just black and white, not like our mother at all. Her hair resembling that of a birds nest and her glasses sitting at a slant. She doesn't look put together.

"This is Merle," my mom waves her hand in the direction of the man whose eyes have not left mine, not so subtly looking me up and down with a look that makes me feel sick to my stomach, "He and his brother saved me from those people, brought me back here safely."

"That we did Charlotte," this Merle character near enough shouts in reply. 'What is this man so damn loud for?', "Just a bit of Southern hospitality. Something your daughter here could learn about," he says clearly not liking the fact that I still have my gun pointed in his direction.

"Macy put the gun down," the stern voice of my mother caused me to holster my gun against my thigh, but I refuse to let my guard down. I don't trust this Merle, whether he saved my mom or not, something just doesn't sit right with me.

"That's more like it girly," he says sounding assertive as if he has just won. It pretty clear that the man has some military experience. I can feel it in the air. The way he thinks he can control the room and the people in it, "My baby brother should be back soon, but I say we meet him halfway."

Is this some kind of joke?

"Look thanks for help our mom," I eventually cave into thanking the man, "But no way in hell are we going anywhere with you."

"Now I think your mommy over there would disagree with that?"

I turn to look at my mother who has a reluctant look in her eye, but not at the sketchy man in our living room, but at me. Is she really thinking about leaving with this man? Everything about him screams red flags and that's not just because I'm a cop but from just general observation. This is the type of man you would not want to meet alone at night.

"He and his brother have plans to head for Fort Benning," My mom starts slowly, clearly trying to find the right words, "I thought we could go with them."

I'm already shaking my head as my mom is speaking and I can hear her breath getting quicker and quicker, panicking, "Please," she begs, her voice cracking as I notice the tears building up in her eyes, "Please Macy, I want us to be safe."

Safe.

With the way things are going, I don't know how much longer we can be safe. I’ve always seen my home as the safest place on earth. It's where I live. It's where I grew up. My whole life started here in this very house, surrounded by people that I love. I always swore to protect my family. I didn't know what I would have to protect them from but seems as though the time has come to prove this more than ever.

"Ah, now Macy, baby," Merle begins to taunt, starting to walk closer but stops when he sees my hand rest on my gun again, "What kind of daughter would you be to deny your mom of safety."

"Why don't you just stay the fuck out of this?" I snapped at the man how held his hands up in defence and walked over to our couch bending down to pick up the rifle that I failed to notice resting on the table.

"Macy," I hear Cora whisper from behind me and when I turn to look at her the look in her eye tells it all. She's scared.

She's scared.

Mom's scared.

I'm scared.

"Where's this brother of yours?" I sigh turning to face Merle who is looking out of the window, his eyes darting from left to right.

"Away hunting," he shrugs, "should be back in an hour or two, but we're losing light. I say we meet him halfway."

For some reason, my mom just agrees with this and turns to Cora, telling her to pack a bag for her and me. My mom wonders off to wait outside, but I stay put. I don't trust this man, and I sure as hell don't trust him wandering around my house where both my mom and sister are. I stand my ground and clear my throat causing merle to turn in my direction, "Try anything, and I won't hesitate to put one between your eyes."

"I'd like to see you try," he lets out a burly laugh before pushing his way past me and out of the front door.

'What have I gotten myself into?' I thought as the sound of a car door slamming shut snaps me from my own world.

Call it wishful thinking, I already knew the answers to the question that was spinning around in my head. She wasn't back, and she was never going to come back. But there was no harm in checking. Right?

Bare. Empty. Any trance of anybody living in this room had been completely erased. It's hard to believe two people I held so dearly to my heart lived here. The once painted black walls which were covered with the typical posters of any rebellious teenager are now newly painted white, hiding all the scratches or chips that were previously there. I kind of glad about the change of walls, in my opinion, once you reach the age of 30 it's maybe time to let go of your rebellion.

All that is left is a set of drawers, a double mattress on the floor with no covers and a small single mattress on the other side of the room. Moving over to the dust-ridden drawers, I pulled open the first one and to no avail, it's completely empty. What was I expecting? She's been gone for years and she was never coming back. Especially not now.

It might sound dumb but every night after she left, I would leave her bedroom light on hoping that it would encourage her to come back home. But she never did. Mom eventually got annoyed about finding me asleep outside of Ally's bedroom door every night and had to have a word with me. Sure I stopped leaving a light on for her, but that didn't mean that I missed her any less.

Without Ally being around I had to step up and fill in the gap that she had left in our family. Ally was always the hardass. The tough one. If you were in a fight you'd want Ally in your corner. Despite anything that she says, she did love her family at one point. She was always on our side. In our corner.

Then one moment that all changed. We had a new addition to the family.

Little DeeDee.

DeeDee, my sweet little niece. Such a sweet kid, not a bad bone in her body. It's almost hard to believe that she's my sister's daughter. What they lacked in a shared personality they make up for in identical looks, they look the spits of each other, a true carbon copy.

When my sister found out she was pregnant she ran away. Telling not a soul why. Except for me.

I found out on my own, we have always told her to clean up after her self or something might happen. Well hi, I'm that something. She never kept me updated through the duration of her pregnancy, not like I expected her too, she just up and left. Until DeeDee turned 3. It's only been a year since she came home and she's was more disconnected than ever, especially with mom.

The rattle of an all too familiar engine interrupts my conversation with mom. Giving each other a knowing look with flickers of uncertainty as though maybe we heard wrong.

We didn't hear wrong.

The pounding of her heavy-duty boots slapping against the hardwood floor, echoing through the entire house. The house was so silent you could probably hear a pin drop.

Mom went to 'greet' her first, myself in tail, just in case this all goes south which it most likely will. We haven't seen or even heard from her for well over 3 years now, it got to the point where we all just assumed that she was never coming back. It explains the shock towards her arrival. Well, half of her arrival.

"Ally... your home," mom squeaks out unable to hide the overwhelming shock in her voice. It's awkward, so awkward that it makes me want to itch. The passing eye contact between one another speaks more than their unspoken words. 

The reunion of a mother and her absent daughter.

The shock must have gotten to mom's head because she failed to notice the new soul in the room with us. A person we have never had the pleasure to meet. Standing behind her mother, not tall enough to reach her hip yet, is a little girl. All wrapped in a cosy jacket despite the Atlanta heat is the reason why I haven't seen my sister in 3 years.

Moving forward to where Ally can fully see me, making brief eye contact before kneeling down before the little girl. Hands tugging tightly on her mother's leg as she hides her face from mine. It's understandable, I'm an unknown face, so I decided to introduce myself, "Hello," I said gentle, just looking at the innocent girl softly not wanting to overstep my boundaries, "I'm Macy."

I'm oblivious to my surroundings, so much so that I didn't hear the stampede of feet rocketing down the stairs. The only thing I'm focusing on is this little girl. She just looks at me in what I'm assuming is confusion because she's never seen me before and I her. It's new for all of us.

"What's your name?"

I honestly didn't expect an answer, she looked like such a delicate flower, but a genuine smile covered my face when she said "Lydia" in the quietest voice I've ever heard.

"Nice to meet you, Lydia," I say as I reached my hand forward for her to take in her own, and she did. Slowly but surely her hand was in mine, her tiny hand. Smiling softly at Lydia hoping to have her mirror my actions, she does, but it's short-lived as I'm sucked back into the reality that is the rest of my family.

"So you run off, get knocked up and have the audacity to come back here 3 years later begging for a place to stay," laughed Cora at the mentality of her older sister. I can't help but shake my head as I let go of Lydia's hand, her smile falling behind my back, "Cora, she had a kid," I said to my sister hoping to get her to understand, but it seems as though I don't understand either.

"Oh no the kid can stay, but her," she laughed at the thought, "no chance, not again," shaking her head at the idea of us welcoming Ally back into our home, into our family again. Cora is strong-minded, no doubt about it, but when it comes to her family, if anyone stands in between them and happiness, even if it's our family themselves, they best hope they don't cross Cora. 

Cora and Ally have never gotten along. I've always blamed it on the fact that they are too much alike. Cora may be extremely vocal about everything, but Ally is too, just minus the vocal part. You can tell a lot about Ally and how she's feeling just by looking at her. And right now she looks vulnerable. She has a child and I don't know where she has been staying for the last few years but right now she's homeless and what type of family would we be if we shunned out our own.

A terrible one that's what.

"Corrina, if she wants to stay she can stay. If she wants to go she can go. This is just as much her home as it is yours," mom ushered out all in one breath, still baffled that her daughter and newly found granddaughter are standing before her.

I really feel for our mother, ever since Ally vanished she hasn't been the same. It was a drastic change, not enough for the people she sees on her daily shop, but us, her family have noticed that a little light behind our mother's eyes has been duller than usual. Looking at her right now, the light is still flickering but instead with hope. Hope at a new beginning with her daughter and her granddaughter.

"If you ever leave my mother like that again, after everything she has done for us, especially you, it'll be the last thing you do," threatens Cora, never breaking her eyes from Ally who is doing the same.

Coming back to her senses, Ally snaps out of the trance that is Cora's eyes, clicking her fingers like a royal pain in the ass, "Lydia, come," she orders the little girl as she readies herself for the March up the stairs.

Noticing that her mother is no longer standing in front of her, hiding her from the picture that is her family, she rushes to her mother not before looking at me though and I can't help but feel bad, "Lydia if you want you can stay down here, I can make you something to eat," I said trying my best to convince the little girl that she doesn't have to do everything her mother says, but little Lydia shakes her head in rejection. 

Maybe it's because she genuinely just wants to stay with her mom in a foreign place or it could be that her mom is staring at her, as though waiting for Lydia to make the wrong choice. P.S I'm the wrong choice in this situation, according to her.

Stomping her away up the stairs like an angry teenager, she leaves her daughter behind assuming that she will just follow her like a helpless puppy. Unable to hide my pity for the little girl, I attempt to cheer her up a bit, "see you soon DeeDee," I promised as a subtle smile appeared on the 3-year-olds face before running after her mother's tail.

The hallway is left in silence, not an awkward silence but just a thoughtful one. The same thoughts and feelings are running through all our minds; Ally's back, with a child. She was bad enough on her own, but now with a daughter, I fear not only for us but for that little girl.

Rubbing my eyes, as the only thought that is running through my mind behind 'this is not my fault', 'there was nothing I could have done to make her stay', no matter what, if she left for a reason or not, I just hope she keeps DeeDee safe because God knows she never done that when she was here anyway.

Just as I  had enough of the energy to leave he room, a pile of papers tucked under Ally's mattress caught my attention. Behind down to pull them out, I'm shocked at what she had hidden. It as a collection of loose picture. My curiosity getting the better of me, I start to flick through them, she not here to tell me otherwise.

There are ones from her senior year of high school and her only 2 friends, who I've only had the pleasure of meeting once. On was called Barrett from what I remember, I don't remember the other name, all I know is that the unknown friend mysteriously disappeared a few years after they left high school.

The rest of the picture where weird but oddly boring, snaps of her smoking and drinking, kicking a few gravestones, y'know typical Ally behaviour. It's the last picture that struck me, made my blood run cold but in a comforting way. It's a picture of Ally and I for that time I shaved my head. I briefly remember mom taking it after me begging for hours, trying to convince her and Ally that this was a moment the was worth capturing. 

There I stood, tall and proud, both hands on my head with a cheeky grin plastering on my beetroot face, my eyes holding a sheen of water from laughing. It's a contrasting picture. Ally slouched beside me, well a wingspan away from me, because I'm was an embarrassment to her. Her eyes deadly staring into the camera, making no effort to show any emotion.

I remember being disappointed with her lack of effort in the picture, but looking at it now it's perfect. It really shows how we were and are. I always wondered where this picture went. Mom got it reluctantly developed for me and even framed it for my bedside table. I only had it for a few days before it went missing. At first, I blamed mom, believe she wanted to erase the memory from her brain, but all this time Ally had it, and that oddly warms my heart. Sure it was hidden under her bed, but she still had it and kept it. Now I'm deciding to take it back because if the world continues the way it going, I don't know when the next time I'll see my sister will be.

"Do you think we'll ever see her again?" the sudden voice breaking through the air causing me to jump, and I spin around to find Cora leaning on the door frame, looking around the room in wonder just as I had moments before.

"If you asked me a week ago I would have said yes," I replied looking down at the picture in my hand before folding it and putting it into my back pocket, "Now I don't know."

The thought of Ally coming home was always a distant one. I wanted to believe that the day would come where she would be back and our family would be whole again. That was when the world was normal and even then she still showed no signs of ever coming back.

It seems to me as though the world as we know it is changing, coming to an end if you will. The though of Ally coming home was a longshot before but now more than ever.

A redneck just apparently saved my mom life for crying out loud and now I'm having to drive with said redneck to find his brother.

The worlds went mad.

It's changed and I don't know if I like it.

But it seems like I have no choice.

And thats chapter two done. Its going to be an interesting ride thats for sure. 

You got to learn some more about Ally and we also met the lovely man that it Merle Dixon.

If you want to be tagged when I post for this AU just ask and I will for sure do that.

But anyways, yeah, I hope you liked it.

DAISY.

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[1962dude420-blog]

Today we remember the passing of Bradley Nowell who Died: May 25, 1996 in San Francisco, California

Bradley James Nowell was an American musician and the lead singer and guitarist of the ska punk band Sublime. Born and raised in Belmont Shore, Long Beach, California, Nowell developed an interest in music at a young age.

Throughout the band's career, Nowell struggled with a worsening addiction to heroin. He eventually became sober after his son Jakob was born, but relapsed and died of a heroin overdose in 1996 in a San Francisco hotel while Sublime was on tour.

Bradley Nowell and his sister, Kelly, were born and raised in the Belmont Shore neighborhood of Long Beach, California, to Jim and Nancy Nowell. As a child, he enjoyed surfing and sailing, often participating in boat races. Nowell became a difficult child and was often hyperactive and disruptive; his mother recalled that he was "very emotional, very sensitive, very artistic, but he was needy … He was always testing just to see what he could get away with." After his parents' divorce when he was 10, Nowell's behavior worsened. His mother was originally awarded custody, but found him too difficult to control, and at the age of 10 he moved in full time with his father.

According to a Westwood One interview (which can be found on disc three of the Sublime box set), in 1988 Nowell got together with bassist Wilson and drummer Bud Gaugh, performing in small shows at house parties and barbecues. The band was often asked to leave the parties due to excessive noise. Sublime gained a reputation for their rowdy behavior and eventually became one of the most popular bands in Southern California. Despite their local success, music venues were skeptical of the band's eclectic musical fusion and many refused to book the band. In response, Nowell and Wilson created their own music label, Skunk Records, telling venues they were "Skunk Records recording artists," helping the band seem more accomplished and enabling them to book more shows. The band produced and distributed Sublime's early recordings on the label, later selling demo tapes at shows and local record stores.

In 1990, music student Michael "Miguel" Happoldt offered to let the band record in the studio at the school where he was studying, although without the school's knowledge. The band agreed, then sneaked into the school at night, where they recorded from midnight to seven in the morning. That recording session resulted in the popular cassette tape Jah Won't Pay the Bills, released in 1991. The tape helped the band gain a grassroots following throughout Southern California. It was during this time that Nowell became involved with drugs. For years, Nowell refused to try heroin; however, as he entered his twenties and witnessed his band's success, he decided to try the drug. Nowell's father explained, "His excuse for taking the heroin was that he felt like he had to be larger than life. He was leading the band, leading his fans, and he had to put on this persona. He heard a lot of musicians say they were taking heroin to be more creative."

Using the same tactics they used in recording Jah Won't Pay the Bills, the band recorded its debut album 40oz. to Freedom in secrecy at the studios at California State University, Dominguez Hills. Nowell recalled, "You weren't supposed to be in there after 9 p.m., but we'd go in at 9:30 and stay until 5 in the morning. We'd just hide from the security guards. They never knew we were there. We managed to get $30,000 worth of studio time for free". 40oz. to Freedom was released in 1992; 60,000 copies were sold.

Despite their growing popularity in Southern California, Sublime still was not signed with a major label. Around this same time Nowell teamed up with longtime friend Gwen Stefani of No Doubt, to record the song "Saw Red". The song was eventually released on Sublime's Robbin' the Hood album, which was self-recorded on a four-track cassette, and released in October 1994. Several songs from the album detail Nowell's worsening drug addiction. Nowell is said by some to have predicted his own death in the song "Pool Shark", with the line, "One day I'm gonna lose the war".

About a year later, Tazy Phillipz took a copy of 40oz. to Freedom to Los Angeles radio station KROQ-FM, requesting that Sublime's song "Date Rape" be added to the playlist. Soon after, MCA Records picked up 40oz. to Freedom for national distribution, and Sublime was scheduled to tour throughout Europe. Nowell, an avid reader who enjoyed quoting historians and philosophers, began studying European history to prepare for the trip. Attention from a major label did not curb Nowell's drug use, which sometimes led him to pawn his instruments and sell drugs, as reflected in the song "Pawn Shop". In February 1996, Sublime returned to the studio to record the bulk of their self-titled album, which would be their debut with MCA. Production was done by Paul Leary of the Butthole Surfers (and producer of Marcy Playground and Meat Puppets) at Willie Nelson's Pedernales Studio in Austin, Texas.

Nowell married Troy Dendekker on May 18, 1996. Seven days later, on the morning of May 25, Sublime was set to begin a five-day tour through Northern California, followed by a European and East Coast tour. However, while the band was staying at the Ocean View Motel in San Francisco (Seascape Inn now), drummer Bud Gaugh awoke to find Nowell lying on the floor next to his bed. His dalmatian, Lou Dog, was curled up on the bed whimpering. Nowell had tried awakening his fellow bandmates to go to the beach with him that morning, but they were too hung-over and tired to get out of bed. Initially, Gaugh assumed that Nowell was too intoxicated to get into bed. However, he noticed a yellow film around his mouth, and it became apparent that he had overdosed on heroin. Gaugh called for paramedics, but Nowell had died several hours earlier and was pronounced dead at the scene. Nowell was cremated and his ashes were spread over his favorite surfing spot in Surfside, California. A headstone was placed at Westminster Memorial in Westminster, California, in his memory.

Eight months after Nowell's death, No Doubt headlined a "cautionary" benefit concert in honor of his memory. Nowell's widow wanted to make it clear that the goal of the concert was not to glamorize his death, but rather to promote drug awareness and prevention among fans. Proceeds from the concert were given to a non-profit offering support for musicians struggling with drug addiction, as well as a scholarship fund for Nowell's son, Jakob.

#May 25 #1996 #R.I.P. #Brad Nowell #Sublime

[irradiatedsnakes]

oh yeah, that ask reminded me- since i typed out the whole list for artfight, here's all of my mp100 furry assignments ! theres still a small handful i need to figure out, but this is most of em :]

mob - eurasian tree sparrow

reigen - "acheroraptor" (microraptor)

dimple - kitty :)

ritsu - house sparrow

teru - aardwolf

tome - jumping bean moth

shou - vermilion flycatcher

serizawa - black myotis bat

tsubomi - thylacine

mezato - black & rufous elephant shrew

toichiro - eastern kingbird

minegishi - kunpengopterus

shimazaki - southern black racer

shibata - zuul (the ankylosaur, not the ghostbusters monster)

hatori - buff old german owl pigeon

joseph - spinner shark

musashi - cow

sagawa - leopard seal

yamamura - horse

kumagawa - great white shark

onigawara - red kangaroo

shimura - volcano hummingbird

inukawa - shiba inu

saruta - nepal gray langur

kijibayashi - ring-necked pheasant

takenaka - dusky dolphin

hoshino - pteranodon

asahi - ?

kurosaki - ?

kaito & daichi - duck-billed platypus

mitsuura - ?

mogami - carrion crow

shinra - capybara

minori - ?

kamuro - ?

tokugawa - ?

roshuuto - numbat

hoshida - river otter

sakurai - blue-spotted tree monitor

koyama - green iguana

matsuo - aye aye

mukai - ?

tsuchiya - ?

muraki - ?

terada - striped skunk

ishiguro - an octopus of some kind probably

#furry mp100

[esevoire]

soo a little bit about the fanclans i use in my books ♡ im noting here that if anything seems off we're gonna blame the tumblr mobile ai ;; constantly warping to the end of the page, trying to delete paragraphs instead of just...select a few words tumblr p l e a s e relax

im also working on a visual map for these clans, but i havent the slightest idea of how to make maps so it's uh . . . it's a work in progress xx

Note: Organisms found in the territories are influenced by both European and North American wildlife and plants, so they are not limited to any specific region, though I've tried to keep it somewhat accurate. 

☆ The Gorge

>> One of the five groups of cats that call themselves Clans. They chose their current name from whence they reside—in a cave system above a sheer gorge on the outskirts of Clan territory. Super original, right?

>> Past Name: MistClan

>> Current Leader: Deadeye

>> Past Known Leaders: Crowstar, Shadestar

>> Their training is unlike the other Clans. They are extremely strict with their apprentices, often not even allowing them to attend Gatherings or speak out of hand. Mistakes are met with serious consequences. 

>> Camp: Located at the far south of their territory. On the cliffside, there are steep ledges leading down into a complicated cave system that serves as their camp. In the center of the main cave is the Smoothstone, which is a hollowed out, massive stone that serves simultaneously as the leader's perch and den.

>> Territory: The territory is notably rocky almost all over, though it's also consistently forested. 

>> Landmarks: Boulderdrop (dangerous rocky outcrop to the east, often used for training). Twoleg nests beyond the eastern border.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Considering the cats of the Gorge are cats from all the Clans and rogues—some stolen as kits, some the result of forbidden or hidden relationships, some taken in with the desire to be stronger—the builds of these cats are extremely varied, though their nighttime eyesight is incredibly enhanced due to their life inside the caves.

>> Prefix Conventions: As stated above, the Gorge turned into a kind of melting pot of cats from all Clans, and as a result they don't follow much of a pattern with naming conventions—especially considering they often change their names when they receive notable battle scars (Deadeye, Hawkscar). However, they occasionally take influence from plants and critters in their territory, especially cliff- and cave-dwelling flora and fauna such as Aster–, Lichen–, Eagle–, Falcon–, Bat–, Poppy–, Moss–, Spider–, or Ivy–

◇ SwiftClan

>> Current Leader: Fishstar

>> Past Known Leaders: Ivorystar

>> Camp: Between several of the hills, there's a large area where the gorse is especially thick, along with some divets in the hills that make up the dens. It lies in the heart of the territory.

>> Territory: Much more barren than most of the other Clans, though not quite as barren and uninhabitable as BlazeClan; it's a very marshy moorland. The wind hits hard, and the bogs stay nasty and cold most of the year. Many invaders and trespassers often end up stuck in the sticky bogs, and the cats of SwiftClan are known to only save them if they agree to leave the territory.

>> Landmarks: Fallen, partially rotted tree stuck in the bogs by the southern border with the Gorge.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Cats from SwiftClan tend to be very lanky and long-legged as a result of their lives running along the moorland. In addition, their paws are said to be slightly webbed to help them navigate the marshes in their territory without getting stuck in the mud and bogs.

>> Prefix Conventions: Cats in SwiftClan are more accustomed to the boggy moorlands, and therefore tend to name their kits after plants and terms more applicable to their territory. Prefixes tend to follow themes like the following: Bog–, Marsh–, Swamp–, Mire–, Moss–, Juniper–, Owl–, Cypress–, Adder–, Snake–, Ash–, Elm–, Frog–, Sedge–, Cotton–, Plover–, Bracken–, and more!

♤ NightClan

>> Current Leader: Harestar

>> Camp: In the heart of the territory, there is a massive oak tree that shelters the camp. Their dens are among several uplifted roots, and several boulder piles that they've collected over time. Like BlazeClan, they've learned how to weave together plants, though they use more ferns along with brambles. Beneath the common mossy nest is a layer of pine needles, carefully layered for extra cushioning. The camp is protected like a fortress by thick, woven walls of brambles and bushes.

>> Territory: Very thickly forested area, both pine trees and oak trees. On the east, the river marks a small portion of their border with RushClan. In the west, near SwiftClan territory is an area where Twolegs often come camping. They often bring dogs that have gotten loose in the past.

>> Landmarks: Twoleg camping at the western border, near their southern border with SwiftClan

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Life in NightClan isn't nearly as demanding as the others, so their traits aren't usually so defined. It's not uncommon, however, for them to be notably large-pawed and long-furred, or for them to have plants stuck in their fur.

>> Prefix Conventions: The forest they live in is thick with trees and rich with all kinds of life. Almost anything you'd see in a thick forest could be found here, and their naming conventions often take many plants and animals into mind: Coral–, Bell–, Wren–, Warbler–, Thyme–, Deer–, Doe–, Fern–, Pine–, Skunk– Oak–, Holly–, Weasel–, Sorrel–, Dove–, Needle–, Clover–, Kestrel–, Thorn–, Newt–, Robin–, Mint–, and Thistle–.

♧ RushClan

>> Current Leader: Kinkstar

>> Camp: The camp lies on a strip of land over the river, and said river is often used as protection against invasions or attacks from other Clans. The leader's den is wedged underneath a series of sturdy sunning stones in the center of the camp; while most Clans consider their meetings and announcements to be formal, RushClan cats often relax on the sunning stones while their leader gives announcements from atop the highest one.

>> Territory: Not as thickly forested as NightClan, but still quite forested. A large river runs through the heart of their territory, leaving their bellies full on the many fish that thrive there.

>> Landmarks: On the western side of the river lies a large treebridge; on the eastern side, there are multiple stepping stones. Both landmarks serve as an escape route in the case of an emergency, though most cats know how to swim.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Because of their fish-based diet, many cats of RushClan are notably sleek-furred, but they're also incredibly lean due to their comfort with swimming in the river. Most have rounder faces and ears, though it isn't uncommon for them to have unusually long tufts of fur on their cheeks, chins, or ears. Like SwiftClan, it's also rumored that these cats develop something similar to webbed paws to help their swimming.

>> Prefix Conventions: Many naming trends in RushClan tend to follow water-based ideas or comparisons, such as: Salmon–, Reed–, Eel–, Spruce–, Duck–, Birch–, Pike–, Turtle–, Newt–, Willow–, Minnow–, Frog–, Lily–, Tadpole–, Aspen–, Snail–, Pond–, Perch–, Otter–, Trout–, Heron–, and Dragonfly–

>> Special Notes: RushClan medicine cats will use water lily roots to help treat swollen limbs and may sometimes trade it to the other Clans for other herbs!

✧ BlazeClan

>> Current Leader: Heatherstar

>> Camp: A circle of huge, sharp, skyward-reaching stones forms the walls of the camp. Along the tallest of these formations, a small ledge leads up until it reaches an overhanging cliff. On this cliff is a cave; the leader's den.

>> Medicine den is half-cave. Stone in the back with large crevice for herb storage; "shelf" ledges on outside of stone for prebundled herbs. Ceiling is brambles and thick leaves interwoven. Far back corner is a pool, with brambles woven at the source of water to manage its flow.

>> Many of their dens are woven together in the same fashion as stated above, utilizing the dry shrubbery that litters their territory.

>> Territory: Mostly barren, sandy, and rocky territory. There are several grassy patches here and there, along with smaller, bare trees, though they're few and far between. At the far eastern edge of their territory lies a small town with Twoleg structures. 

>> Landmarks: Abandoned Twoleg structure near the southeast border; very old and made of stones and bricks. Beyond the east border are clusters of Twoleg nests.

>> Typical Physique/Traits: Due to recent attacks and territory loss to the Gorge, many cats, while very muscular, are becoming very gaunt. Usually, the cats are seen as very broad-shouldered and strong, with angular faces and tough, calloused paw pads accustomed to their harsh, sandy territory. Cats whose fur blends into this environment are more often than not used on hunting patrols.

>> Prefix Conventions: Due to the dry and degraded land that makes up most of BlazeClan territory, their naming traditions might be some of the most unique. Plants and animals that thrive easily in sandy soil are more common here, so their common prefixes follow a similar pattern: Sand–, Sage–, Wild–, Iris–, Fern–, Beetle–, Yarrow–, Poplar–, Ant–, Cedar–, Lizard–, Newt–, and occasionally Larch–. Because of their limited fauna and flora, they've become creative with their names, featuring prefixes like Bounce–, Fir–, Pounce–, and Talon–, or names of things they hear in stories from traveling loners!

♡ Sacred Spots

Starfalls ;; A clearing north of the RushClan and NightClan borders. There's a pond that reflects the light of the moon, with a series of waterfalls falling down ledges until it reaches the pool. Because of the waterfalls, mist shrouds the clearing and nearby forest, sparkling in the light of the moon, as if it were tangible starlight.

The Gathering Stones / Tallrock ;; Massive ancient boulder among other smaller boulders in a dirt/sandy clearing, with many large trees and overgrown plants bordering the clearing.

#warrior cats #warriors fanclan #warriors fandom #warriors fanfic #erin hunter #warriors #warriors designs #wcttoc

[norfolknaturalist]

Skunks, Part 2: There are actually two species of Skunks in Canada, but the Striped Skunk (Mephitis mephitis, shown here) is the one widespread across the country, while the Western Spotted Skunk (Spilogale gracilis) enters Canada at the Southern end of British Columbia. The rest of my post is specifically about the Striped Skunk. The most distinctive feature of Skunks is their smell. Newborn Skunks are blind and deaf, and yet they already contain the defensive musk (although they only learn to discharge it properly at a few weeks old). Skunks are hesitant to release their musk, as they only have a small amount (though that small amount, a few teaspoons, is extremely potent). They will attempt at first to dissuade any potential attackers with a display of drumming feet and hissing. If you're witness to this, it's best to take the Skunk at its word, and leave it alone. . . . For the background of this picture provided by @alison_spoelstra see my previous post about Skunks. . . . . . . #nature #ontario #skunk #skunksofinstagram #mephitis #mephitismephitis #stripedskunk #mammalsofinstagram #mammalsofcanada #ontariomammals #naturalhistory #naturefacts #biology #mammalogy #hamiltonontario #skunks #skunkfacts (at Hamilton, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE6TXMhAw9x/?igshid=jkvmpqs5xmrr

#nature #ontario #skunk #skunksofinstagram #mephitis #mephitismephitis #stripedskunk #mammalsofinstagram #mammalsofcanada #ontariomammals #naturalhistory #naturefacts #biology #mammalogy #hamiltonontario #skunks #skunkfacts

[reflectionsinbeauty]

Anything But Disappointed At The Cape by William McIntosh Via Flickr: Roughly about 20 minutes after the prior photo was taken the sky lit up in all directions at once. In my earlier shot, you can see a bit of color beginning to creep into the sky. I had actually made a trip out to the same spot the night before and was disappointed with the light went off directly behind me and then promptly died. And if you have been following me on flickr for any length of time, you have probably seen me bemoan the fact that my batting average for good light is horrendously low. Several times on this trip last December I set off at 4:30 AM and drove over 2 hours just to find that the promise of high clouds had evaporated, or that the gap to the East had disappeared leaving a wall of unbroken gray. But every so often...you wake up and it's raining, and Skyfire says you only have a 50% shot of a sunrise, and you're thinking it's more like zero because...well...it's raining...but you head out anyway. And you get out of the car and you're freezing, and you're tired and your fingers aren't working and there's too many clouds and you know in your gut that you're going to get skunked again....and despite the odds, a wisp of pink appears... and then another....and then everything explodes. THOSE are the mornings that keep you coming back. And so I shall. Thursday morning at 5 AM I'll be trying to beat the rush hour traffic up the 5 and out towards the grapevine...and then another 12 hour drive across the Oregon border for another week of shooting along that amazing coastline. As for this particular shot, I think it has a bit too much sky in it....but I just couldn't bring myself to crop out any more. We just don't get skies like this where I come from. I remember hearing a podcast not too long ago where Alex Noriega announced that he is done with sunsets and sunrises. They hold no interest for him. I remember thinking...that must be nice. To be so inundated with skies that you don't jump up and down anymore when the light goes off. As for me...I live here in Southern California in an unbroken cesspool of brown weeds, power lines, and pavement. We see MAYBE one sky like this a year. We can go months without seeing a cloud. So when the sky lights up along the coast of Oregon and Washington, I have to remind myself to keep shooting because I'm generally standing there with my mouth hanging open. We are STARVED for skies like this in my neighborhood, but I imagine this sort of thing might become rather routine for photographers in the Pacific Northwest. I doubt if it will ever become routine for me. -------------- Thank you so much for your views and comments! If you have specific questions or need to get in touch with me, please be sure to send me a message via flickr mail, or feel free to contact me via one of the following: Instagram | Blog | Website | Facebook | 500px | Twitter

#Cape Disappointment #Sunrise #Washington #Pacific Coast

[gunnygazette-blog]

WEEK #10 GAME-BY-GAME

The last lap of the regular season is here.  Three weeks...three games...and only two teams in the North and three in the South have clinched play-off spots…  On the otherside of the ledger, only four teams in the North and two in the South are eliminated.  What that means is there are twenty-eight teams fighting for only fifteen spots…  Those tickets are going to start to be gobbled up quickly.  

Game of the Week

(2) Waskily-Weasels (7-0) @ (9) Mee-ah-Mee Raid  (4-3)  :  28-23

- Previous meeting was a 34-28 home win by the Skunk Bears back in week #4,  The Weasels need this game to basically seal up the #1 seed...as there opponents just keep getting easier each week until closeout…  The Raid need this game more...as they are not only battling to stay in the play-offs...but a chance to take opening play-off weekend off requires an upset somewhere…  It wouldn’t hurt to prove to themselves they can closeout a high seed when they have them down…

G#2: (22) RainCoats (5-1) @ (34) My lil’ Ponies (2-5)  :  31-25

- Week five showdown of the only equine mascot teams in the league was a shootout that saw the Raincoats squeaking out the 34-25 win.   The Pooler need a win, not only for their play-off chances, but to actually win one on the field since opening week of last year would make them feel like a real team.  The Raincoats are still not liked by the computer...nor are they guaranteed a spot in the post season…  To be taken serious they have to take teams like pooler and close them out with authority...    

G#3: (23) Tampa spotted Kitties (2-5) @ (36) Feather Dusters (2-5)  :  23-11

- Both teams are sitting on the outside looking in...but both are pretty well matched...as the Dusters should be more competitive than their 0-20 showing in Wk#3...but the result should still be the same.

G#4: (15) Du-vowel Kitties (4-2) @ (5) Du-vowel Raid (7-0)  :  8-23

- This match-up was a really close for 54mins of the game back in week #1, that is until the Kitties mistakes just avalanched into a 6-23 Raid win…  You should expect another defensive battle with the turnovers once again the biggest aid in a win.  

G#5: (3) Angry Fairies (6-0) @ (12) Cow-Pups (4-3)  :  37-12

- Wait this is the match-up that “screwed” those Ugly uniforms a chance at the top speed.  For that alone I think the girlscouts come out focused and jump out to an early lead...

G#6: (14) Chicken-hawks (5-2) @ (30) F-Criminals (3-4)  :  28-2

- This may be deja vu from week one...as the recently plucked Raptors will be focused to repeat their 28-0 win…  Realizing that the bye is still out there to lose...

G#7: (21) Bad Weather (4-3) @ (16) Water-Lizzies (5-2)  :  6-36

- The reptile crew are probably chomping to get back on the field after two weeks of stewing over their second loss…  This will not be a cake walk...but a respectable showing like their 6-30 Wk#1 win over these same foul weather team…  For the Precipitation to fall on other teams in the post season...they could use a win this weekend in what will be the hardest game they have left on the schedule...

G#8: (13) Hooded Snakes (6-1) @ (28) Rubber Snakes (4-3)  :  44-13

- Another scaly Serpentine match-up… just not very competitive…  Just like week one’s 36-0 Hooded win…the bigger snake...with the more lethal venom should prevail.  

G#9: (1) Sorry-Ass Champs (7-0) @ (19) A-meri-cant’s (4-3)  :  36-6

- Week #4s 42-14 game wasn’t that competitive in the second half...and no matter what the Red, White and Bruised team does in the first half...it will get away from them after the break.

G#10: (29) Otha Bull-pups (1-5) @ (17) Southern Spotted Kitties (3-3-1)  3-39

- Another Cat and Dawg fight...but these are the “not-so good, actually quite terrible” puppies…and this is the better (which is not saying much) of the spotted cat teams…  So this game should not be too competitive.  

G#11: (11) D-League Champs (4-3) @ (26) Concrete Shoes (3-4)  :  39-0

- Not a former FFA team...so the soon to be former champs should not be pushed too hard...

G#12: (35) Terrible Tigs (0-7) @ (18) Jesters (2-5)  :  0-39

The “yeah, they’re that bad” Tigs will get the “not so bad” Jesters in a re-match of their week#4 0-22 game.  Neither team will make the play-offs...but they are not equal...

G#13: (24) King Kitties (2-5)   @ (7) Pee-Rats (6-1)  :  0-44

Against likely play-off teams, the Scars of the savannah have been pretty dismal… The Pee-rats are on course for a seed...so the Maned-ones are looking at another blow-out loss.  The eye-patch crew are just going to bludgeon...these kitties into submission...

G#14: (6) North Weasels (7-0)  @ (32) Otha Kitties (2-5)  :  51-0

Nothing to see here...two teams on the oposite end of the spectrum...

G#15: (27) Reaps (1-5-1) @ (4) A.R.M.Y. (6-1)  :  0-65

Let the soft schedule continue...the uniformed ones look to be on direct path of a bye and a home game.

G#16: (40) Iron Chickens (0-6) @ (20) Grizzled-ones (3-4)  :  0-66

Back in week one, fried chicken was on the menu as the grizzled-ones recorded the 52-0 win.  This game should not be too different...so nothing to see here...

FORFEIT CREW:

(25) Minners (1-5) @ (38) Ghosts (1-3)   :  20-10

- as good as a forfeit...

(31) Corpse Munchers (0-7) @ (8) Otha Sparties (4-3)  :  7-42

-  Something tells me this would have been a lil’ bit more of an interesting clash...but we’ll neva know...

(37) Hybrid Kitties (1-5) @ (33) Teddy-no-shows (0-6) :  0-37

- so who do you give the loss/win to?

(10) The Newest Comic-als (5-2) @ (39) N-Criminals (0-7)  :  41-0

- Super Heroes and criminals...that is about as interesting as it would have gotten...