in a normal habitat

hiccuphaddockswife  asked:

Could you do an HC with Newt about when one of his creatures accidently hurts his child. Like the child just started to walk and it stumbles into one of the enclosures and some how gets hurt.

Sure! This one was kind of a challenge lol because I’d imagine Newt would treat the situation like I would.

I also gave Newt glasses in this because I think that’s such an adorable image. Also, his son is a tiny badass, I don’t picture him having an overly whiny child. Lol

Master list

-Newt would be busy writing, his office a complete mess by now. His son would be walking around the habitats, playing with certain creatures.
-This was normal for his child, after all, with Newt as a father you can bet he educated him as best he could for his age.
-Every so often he’d get up and go check on his son, smiling when he found him playing with Dougal, or the Niffler.
-He’d go up, kiss his son on the head and ruffle his reddish hair. “Remember, no causing any trouble.”
-His son would smile, waving bye to his dad as Newt went back into his study.
-He wouldn’t be so worried so long as he heard his son’s laughter, but the silence is what got him. Silence around small children never lead to anything good.
-Newt removed his reading glasses, looking over at his door curiously. “No…far too quiet.” He spoke to himself.
-He got up, placing the glasses on the desk, and walked with a quickened pace into the extended case.
-He called out to his son, but no answer came, and he got more and more worried until he found the boy nursing a small wound on his finger.
-His son sat next to the occamy habitat, finger in his mouth as he tried to will away the tiny drop of blood.
-Newt would be by his side quickly, kneeling down and checking his hand. “What happened?”
-“I got bit.” But, his son only smiled up at him, as if he was proud to be like his dad with his numerous cuts and scars.
-Being a father, however, Newt wasn’t so thrilled. And yet the tiny little smile was far too endearing to be angry with. He’d sigh, picking up his son and taking him to the hut to bandage him up. “Now now…what have I told you about petting the occamys?”
-“Not to do it.”
-“And it seems you have forgotten that news.”
-“I’m sorry, dad.”
-He’d kiss the child on the temple, placing him on the counter so he could fix him up. “It’s quite alright, my darling. But, imagine what your mother will say?” He scolded playfully, smiling when his son giggled.

Hope that was ok!

Originally posted by hardyness

Worldwide bloom this weekend!

Pokemon Trainers,

Professor Willow’s research into Pokémon habitats around the world has uncovered some interesting findings. His initial reports indicate that we’ll see an influx of Grass-type Pokémon sometime this weekend. These Pokémon will appear in the wild more frequently starting the afternoon of May 5, but only for a short period of time. We anticipate that Pokémon will return to their normal habitats on May 8, 2017 PDT.

Likely candidates include: Bulbasaur, Oddish, Paras, Bellsprout, Exeggcute, Tangela (already saw one), Chikorita (spotted quite a few), Hoppip, and Sunkern! Also, Lures will run for 6 hours during the entirety of the event!!

Make sure to catch some grass Pokemon this weekend trainers!

(A table of contents is available. This series will remain open for additional posts and the table of contents up-to-date as new posts are added.)

Part Two: An Appropriate Creature

Let’s start off talking about perhaps the most obvious of our topics when it comes to your initial creation of a creature companion: What form they should take. So. You’ve got it in your imagination that what this character or group of characters really needs, or what the plot is leading to is a creature who somehow ingratiates themselves to the characters and becomes a part of the group. Sounds like it could have some really fun implications for the plot, character development and relationships, and worldbuilding! You should definitely go for it. But first things first, what is this creature? Where does it come from, and what does it look like?

The very first thing you need to take into account when deciding what kind of animal or creature is going to accompany your characters is where this creature comes from. I say where it comes from as opposed to where your characters meet it because it’s entirely possible that the creature has been traveling in an adventure or quest of their own prior to meeting your characters. That detail–how it got to where it is–will come in later, but first consider where it calls home. The environment from where it hails will help inform your decision about what it is.

Be sure to do your due diligence in researching creatures who are appropriate to the living conditions of their homeland. If this is a creature native to the area where your characters come in contact with it, then you want to be sure that it’s believable to meet that particular type of creature in that particular type of environment. If you’re writing in a tropical setting, you’re not going to be meeting polar bears without a really good reason. Maybe there is a good narrative reason to be meeting a creature far outside its normal habitat, but even so, you should be aware of what its original, preferred ecology is so that you can make sure your creature could conceivably be from that area.

Research what kinds of foods are available in their homeland, both plant and animal, as well as the standard climate such as temperatures, humidity, and terrain. These details will give you a good idea of whether you’re dealing with an herbivore, carnivore, or omnivore, a detail which becomes a big deal later when thinking about travel. You’ll also learn what kind of physiology your creature may have, such as how thick their fur may be, how much sun they’re accustomed to, whether they’re any good at climbing versus walking, how dry versus wet air will affect them while outside their natural habitat, and other details that will help you find a creature that’s both narratively and logically good for your characters to have as a companion.

As much as we want our creature companions to be cool, unique, interesting, and unexpected, they also need to be logical. That’s the boring response, but it’s also the truth of the situation. If we are trying to write believable narratives (and I think that’s what all of us strive to achieve), then we need to be sure that our creatures make sense, not just that they’re stylistically more appealing. Magic, and having settings where mythological creatures are present, is super cool and opens up a bunch of new options for who your companions could be, but it shouldn’t be the fix-all that enables you to have whatever you want. Part of making sure that out stories don’t pull a reader right out of it and break their ability to suspend belief is making sure we’re not making up rules just so something cool can happen. If you’ve built rules to your world (which you should), and one of those says that gorgons prefer to live by the sea and so are only rarely seen outside of that high-humidity region, then it isn’t going to be very believable to suddenly have a gorgon companion turning up in the high alpine mountains. That doesn’t mean you can’t take your creatures outside their habitats, but that you should have a reason why they’re there and they should be dealing with the consequences of leaving their normal environment. Don’t use ~magic~ as your excuse for doing something. The less you have to come up with some elaborate reason for why the creature is what it is, is from where it’s from, and is where it is, the better-received your creature is going to be. Ultimately, the creature that’s ideal to be a companion is the one that makes the most sense, even if it’s not ~the coolest~ mental image.

Next up: Ability!

(Trimeresurus flavomaculatus) Philippine pitviper

Habitat: Found mainly along banks of streams or in damp localities. Limited to the Philippine Islands, based on collections, so far. 

Activity and Behavior: Not very well known. Mainly terrestrial & nocturnal. Probably ovoviviparous (litter size unknown), & probably preys mainly on small mammals available in its normal habitat, & maybe also birds. Probably ovoviviparous (litter size not reported). 

Venom Characteristics: Not well known, but mainly hemotoxic. Symptoms generally mild. Few bites (fewer envenomations) & no fatalities of humans recorded, so far.

Don’t Take Them Away From Me

Newt Scamander x Muggle!Reader

Summary: The reader is a muggle in England, and a No-Maj in America. What happens when the reader goes along with Newt to New York? What will happen when MUCUSA finds out that Newt and you have a relationship, and that you know about magic. What will happen when they take away his creatures and you, and you have something to tell him.

 A/N: This is an imagine to commemorate the new movie ‘Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them’. And because I am a big fan of the Harry Potter franchise so I am excited to be writing this. I have had to change some of the story line to fit the reader into this.

 Italics = Flashbacks

 Warnings: Possible Angst, some feels and fluff. Newt almost crying and doing so. None other than I can think of, so that’s it. But some possible mentions of sex, or Newt being sexually interment. Mentions of anxiety.

Originally posted by hardyness

Originally posted by dailyfantasticbeastsgifs

Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

You had known Newt from the start of his book. You had met him in a coffee shop, in 1920. You could see that he was in the corner scribbling down on his note pad with his pen like the world was about to end, from the serving counter. You had decided sit next to him and start up some conversation with the soon-to-be-author.

 “Do you mind if I take a seat here, please?” You asked looking at the red/brown haired man looking down at his papers. He lifts his head and sees your (Y/E/C) eyes looking at him, and a small smile on your lips. He immediately became nervous when he saw you, and started stuttering.

You could see his face more clearly when he looked up. He had countless reckless that were scattered on his face. You could see his mix between green and golden eyes. You instantly fell in love with the man in front of you.

 “Y-y-yes y-you, um, c-can. I-if you want to.” He said in the best way he could, considering that to him, you were gorgeous; and you were standing right in front of him.

You pulled the seat out from under the table, and place your coat around the back of the chair.

“My name is Newton Artemis Fido Scamander. But you can just call me Newt.” He managed to say without stuttering, or making a fool out of himself.

“My name is (Y/F/N), but you can call me (Y/N).” You smiled, taking a sip from your cup of tea.

 That was the first time you had heard him speak, and it was the moment that you became friends. You then started seeing each other and then started working with him on his book. You can still remember the first time that he asked you out on a date.

 “(Y/N), I would very much like to ask you something.” He asked as you turned around to him. You were both on the streets of Trafalgar Square in London. You were having lunch on the side of one of the fountains. You looked at him straight in the eye, seeing that he was nervous. “I would like to ask if you would like to accompany me on a date?” You just stared at him, trying to get your answer out, with a mouthful of food. “You see I very much like you, and it’s okay if you don’t like me back or anything. I just wanted to see if I had a chance with you.” He was literally holding his breath when he was saying this.

 You had finished your mouthful of food, and replied with your answer.

“Yes Newt I would love to go with you to dinner. I have liked you since the day that I sat next to you in the coffee shop.” You placed your hand on his cheek, and the heat of his cheek warmed up your hand. You also started to lean forward and placed you lips on his. It was your first kiss together. You could feel his breath get caught in his throat and then it being expelled through his nose. You both pulled away from each other, because you both needed to breath.

 Your first date that night was the most magical night that you had ever had. Later in the relationship, Newt revealed his biggest secret to you. One that has been bugging him since your date in Hyde Park.

 “(Y/N). I have been meaning to tell you something. Since our date in Hyde park.” You were both in your shared flat when he had decided to ask you. You both had been dating for the matter of two years, and you had always wondered why he kept in an old batted suitcase, that was never put away. Newt said that it must be out always, in case there was an emergency. “I must show you now, otherwise I won’t be able to say it all.”

 You looked at him, confused. You had told each other everything. He took the case out from under the dining room table. He clicked both latches that were on the case and open the case. He placed one foot in the case and then the other, climbing down the ladder that led him to his creatures, but you couldn’t see the ladder. You couldn’t believe that your boyfriend could fir his 6-foot self in a tiny case. He continued to climb down the ladder and onto the case, you just stood there in shock. Then his hand came up and beckoned you to follow him into the case.

 As you made your way down the ladder you were taken back by the sight. You could see multiple habitats with strange creatures in then. They were beautiful and they were flying around, stomping and doing what you assumed what they normally did.

You saw Newt standing near a desert like habitat area. You saw that he was looking at something in the area, so you decide to see what he was looking at. You made your way over to where Newt was and saw him petting a gryphon-like creature with six wings and two long tails with feathers on the end.

 “This is Frank, he’s a thunderbird,” your eyes landed on the small creature, and saw him hiss and growl at you.” You may want to step back. He doesn’t take kindly to strangers. He was trafficked, you see. I found him in Egypt; he was all chained up and I couldn’t leave him there, he was so young. One day I wish to return him to the winds of Arizona.” You stared in awe at the beast.

Frank could tell that there was something going on between the two of you, and started stalking his way cautiously towards you. Once he reached you, and sniffed you to see if you were dangerous, like the people that took him. When he confirmed that you weren’t a threat to him, he snuggled into your stomach. Newt stood beside you, eyeing Frank to see if he was going to attack you, but instead he was admiring you and Frank together. That’s when he learned that if a muggle could cooperate with magical creatures, then wizards and witches could.

 “Newt, how is this all possible?” You asked, petting Frank just as Newt did earlier.

 “That’s the thing that I’ve been wanting to tell you. I’m a wizard.” He exclaimed as he took his wand out of his pocket to show you. You looked at him as if he were mad. To prove you wrong, Newt cast a spell and made some roses appear in his hands which he then gave to you.

 “Well I have no evidence that say that you aren’t a wizard.” You replied, giving him a kiss.

 

You just couldn’t see the box in his pocket. That was the point where Newt decided that he was going to write his book, and you weren’t going to let him do it alone. But he had to ask you something a year later after that day. You had been helping Newt take care of the creatures, and they have taken a liking to you since you were Newt’s girlfriend. They recognized you as their care taker also, making them want to be around you, even more than Newt.

 You were both feeding the creatures inside of Newt case. You had both saved a branch of Bowtruckles. They were found in a cage in Glasgow. You both decided to keep them and take care of them as well. A certain bowtruckle, that was named Pickett, he had attachment issues to both Newt and yourself. He was with you always, or if not Newt. You had both tried to get him to connect and be with the rest of his branch, but he insisted on stayed with you two. The other bowtruckles were accusing you both of favoritism.

 But now you were feeding the branch woodlice. It was how wizards could extract wand wood from the trees that they would be protecting. When you heard a tiny squeak from behind you. You looked down to see Pickett holding a ring in his tiny, spider leg like fingers, which creeped you out at times. You then looked up to see Newt running towards you and the branch of bowtruckles.

 He scooped up Pickett in his hands, taking the ring from him while doing so, and then turning back to you, with panicked expression on his face.

“You saw the ring, didn’t you?” You nodded eying him. He sighed placing Pickett on his shoulder and then telling him that they’ll talk about what he did later.

“Well, I was planning to do this later, when I could actually do it. But Pickett, thought that it would push me forward into doing it if he broke the ice. So, before I run away out of pure fear of doing this, and before the niffler gets this.. (Y/F/N), will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

 You got down on your knees, so that you were eye level with him and placed your lips on his. Expelling all the passion which you held for that man in front of you. Newt got the message and placed the ring on your left hand and kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you; hugging you after the kiss. You both had happy tears running down your faces. Without noticing that the creatures had made their way toward you both and making a circle around you both. When you both pulled away from each other, and when they saw the ring on your finger. They had an outburst of roars, growls and other sounds of happiness, and congratulated you both.

 Since a year after that, you both got married, and since then, you both went around the world, observing creatures and writing about their habits for young wizards to see and read about. You have both decided that you were to go to America, to study new creatures that would be native to the land. But to also release Frank into the wild desert of Arizona, like Newt has always wanted.  You both made your way to the docks and you both arrived in New York.

 You had met some lovely people. You met a muggle like you, Jacob Kowalski, and two witches called Tina and Queenie Goldstein. They were a bit chocked that you and Newt were married, because of   the American muggle rule. All ‘no-majs’, as they called muggles, aren’t allowed to have any relationships with magical beings and they’re not allowed to marry them, they’re not allowed to know anything about the wizarding world. And if any muggle did, they would have to be obliviated, and you didn’t want to forget about Newt or the creatures that you have come to love.

 But unfortunately, Newt’s case was opened and you had to collect all the creature and put them back in the case. You were just in central park, trying to catch an Erumpent that had gotten out of the case. Later you were planning on catching the other creatures. But right now, you were in the case. With Newt and Jacob in the case. Which was being carried by Tina to MUCUSA, to show the wizarding world what Newt had been doing. You felt the whole case shake. Newt was the first to emerge out of the case. He was in front of the New York Ministry of Magic. Then it was Jacob who made his way out of the case.

 You were the last one to come out of the case. You stood in what seemed like the main discussion room. There were wizards and witches that were looking at you three with shock and yet curiosity.

 “Scamander?”  Yours and Newt’s head turned toward the British Envoy.

 “Oh-er- hello.” Newt introduced himself while closing the case.

 “Theseus Scamander? The war hero?” Monolu Wotorson asked.

 “No, his little brother. And what in the name of Merlin are you doing in New York?” The British Envoy replied and then turning his attention to the both of you.

 “Miss Goldstein, who is this?” Madam Picquery asked the witch.

 “This is Mister Kowalski, Madam President. A no-maj who was bitten by one of Mister Scamander’s magical creature.” Tina answered, truthfully. All Ministers started to whisper to each other “No-maj? Obliviated?”

 “Wait, why did that no-maj turn her mead towards you as well? Is she a squib, or a no-maj from off the street like Mr Kowalski over here?” Asked Percival Graves to Madam Picquery. All the attention was then turned to you. More whispers began to break out amongst the court.

 “NO!” Newt shouted, earning the attention of the Ministers. “She is a muggle, or a no-maj here. But she is also my wife and she knows about all of this. She knows about the creatures and what they can do.” The Ministers were taken aback about by his outburst. Newt began to realize what he did and moved next you, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively.

 “Well, you are in America. And we handle things a little differently around here. We are sorry that the British Minister cannot do anything, for he is in a different country. So, we must obliviate your wife and your friend. You have no say in this because you risked the expositions of the wizarding world, and you shall be trailed for this. Arrest them!” Madam Picquery announced.

 “No-no- don’t hurt those creatures. Please they aren’t dangerous. It was an obscurus, please don’t hurt them.” Newt tried to reason with the Ministers and Madam Picquery.

“And take the no-majs to a different cell.” Madam Picquery declared to the officers. You and Newt looked at each other, reaching out for each other and embracing the other in your arms.

 “it’s okay, it’s going to be okay. I will find you, they will never be able to keep you away from me.” Newt was whispering to you, trying to calm you down. You were terrible with separation, you were in eqypt when you two were first apart as a couple. You ended up having a panic attack, but Newt did save you and knew then you have separation anxiety. “You aren’t going to be taken away fro- “You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

 “I’m pregnant. You announced to him. Newt became silence when you said this. He pulled away and stared into your eyes, seeing if you were lying. He broke out into a smile and hugged you as hard as he could. You were both so involved with each other that you didn’t notice the officers coming towards you.

 “No, no, no. Please don’t take my wife or creatures away from me. Please, don’t take them away from he!” The cuffs were on both of your wrists and on Newt’s as well. You both tried to fight against the officers to get back to the others arm. You noticed that Newt had tears coming out of his eyes. Your energy was kept keeping calm, but tears were streaming down your cheeks as well. But you were both taken away from each other and lead to different sides of the hall that lead to the cells.

 You were placed in a cell with Jacob. It was small and there was a bench next to one of the bar walls. You missed Newt, but at least you had a friend, so your anxiety was kept at bay. You sat down on the bench with a huff, and placed your head in your hands.

 “Don’t worry. We’ll get out of here. Newt and Tina will come around and save us. And if not Queenie probably will.” Jacob tried to comfort you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You were trying to see the positive side to this, but you couldn’t see anything that would remotely be positive in this situation. You leaned back against the bars and placed a hand on your stomach and just stared at the ceiling. Jacob picked up on why your hand was on your stomach. “Oh my god! Would they still oblita- something you if they knew about it.”

 You just replied with a shrugged of your shoulders. “I don’t know. Newt doesn’t work in the ministry, and no case like this has been said in wizarding history, per Newt.”

 You both heard footsteps coming down the hall way. You looked up to see Newt and Tina coming down the hall way with their hands cuffed behind their back. They both notice you and Jacob as well. They fought against the executioners and managed to get to the bars before their arms were taken ahold of and pulled away from you. You and Jacob tried to hold onto Newt and Tina so they could stay a little longer. They were both screaming out in protect as they were lead down the hall. You went back to the bench and sat down. Again, placing your hand on your stomach and looking down at your belly.

 You were three months along and you were showing. In most cases, women didn’t start showing until they were four months along. You just assumed that because Newt was a wizard, it was moving along a little fast that it usual would.

 At that moment Queenie dropped the coffee she was holding and searched for the source of the thoughts that she was hearing. She went down some stairs and saw that you and Jacob were in a cell, and were to be obliviated. She saw that you had your hand on your stomach, she also picked up on the fact that you were pregnant. That and she also read your mind to see how you were holding up.

“Oh my goodness honey, You pregnant! And with tw-twins!” she announced. You were shocked. You didn’t understand how she knew that, but you just went with it. She then cast a spell to get you both out of here.

 You guys saved Newt and Tina in the end, and got out of the ministry by all going into Newt’s case. You guys apparated to the apartment when you guys were safe.

 Newt made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around. So carefully, because he thought that he would somehow hurt your babies.

 “I told you that I would get you and the creatures back.” He told you with a smile on your face. Obviously, he didn’t know about the twins. You both pulled away from one another to see Tina, Queenie and Jacob staring at you with huge smiles on their faces. Especially Queenie.

 “We’re smiling because we’re happy that you guys are back together.” You had almost forgot that she could read minds. You were still wondering how she could tell that you were pregnant with twins. “I know because I could hear their hearts beatings. And Newt, (Y/N) is pregnant with twins.”

 Newt looked at you, with pure joy and happiness in his eyes. Hearing that the woman he loved was carrying his children. He whispered in your ear, as he hugged you again. “If one of them id a boy, we’re calling him Pickett.” He smiled, with his head on the side of yours.

You both couldn’t ask for anything else. You were with each other, and you would have two possible witches or wizards, or both, running around in a few months.

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The Internet's Beloved Humboldt Penguin "Grape-kun" Has Died

After falling in love with a standee of Hululu, the penguin character featured in sleeper hit Kemono Friends, the Humboldt Penguin known to us as Grape-kun has passed away according to tweets from the official account of the Tobu Zoo, one of the zoos that participated in the initial Kemono Friends collabooration events run while the series aired earlier this year.

Grape-kun was initially moved out of his normal habitat on October 10th, with the Hululu standee at his side as workers observed changes in his physical condition that required him to be removed from the exhibit. Rest in peace Grape-kun.

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anonymous asked:

early msr are doing surveillance at a club and for some reason have to dance with lots of UUUUSSSSSTTTTTT please <3

This is not her normal habitat on a Friday night. For one, the bar’s too crowded, too noisy, and the flashing lights are giving her a slight headache. Her dress is too tight and she wants to be home with a glass of wine. 

And yet she’s here with Mulder, on surveillance, some shapeshifter or whatever he says, and he’s in a white tee and tight jeans and she hasn’t torn her eyes from him since they stepped in here. 

Their target moves across the dance floor, and Scully pushes down from her stool at the bar, taking another shot. 

To blend in, she tells herself. 

For courage, she secretly thinks. 

Scully makes her way through the dance floor, hoping Mulder’s height helps him see the suspect better, and shit she shouldn’t have had that drink, and—

Then he’s in front of her. Mulder. 

“You’re blocking my view,” she whines. He frowns at her, mimes he can’t hear, and bends lower.

Her lips brush his ear when she says it and she shivers, hoping he doesn’t notice. 

“She’s still on the floor. We need to blend in,” Mulder says, and this time it’s his lips by her ears and fuck it makes her think of other places she wants his lips.

And she doesn’t remember how but suddenly his body is against hers and he is so deliciously near her and he’s staring at her with the intensity he usually reserves for other women, and she really shouldn’t have had that drink. 

He puts his hands on her waist and she tells herself it’s for their cover. 

But then he kisses her on the mouth and she’ll be damned if she doesn’t completely forget about the suspect already. This isn’t a cover. This isn’t faking it. This is desire, pure and simple, and she wants to experience it again and again and again, forever.

“ Meowth is a Pokémon that did not originally live in the Alola region. They were sent to the royal line as an offering from another region, and only a select few could have them as partners.

The Meowth in Alola are distinct for their cunning and their great pride. Two things they really hate—a wound to their pride and dirt on their coins. If either one happens, they fly into hysterics!

It’s said that the Meowth that were offered to the royal family lived a life of luxury and pampering, which led them to have a selfish and prideful attitude. This caused Meowth’s form to change.

The once-rare Alolan Meowth became feral when the monarchy was destroyed, and they have now become regular Pokémon, seen as commonly in the Alola region as elsewhere. “

                                                                  - Official Sun/Moon Pokemon Text

Normally I write my own descriptions for these, but Pokemon is delivering to my specific tastes and needs so well that this dialogue works perfectly on it’s own.

I will add that Meowth, like many domestic and feral cats normally are, have a profound effect on their surrounding habitats, and are marked as being destructive toward local fauna, particularly that of the Pa’u Oricorio bird.

The Little Tooru--Little Mermaid AU pt.2

[part one]

  • So Mer!Tooru quickly realizes that the face of the creature he saved is a face he’s never able to get out of his mind.
  • It’s…those eyes; I mean yes, the whole walking on that split tail whatever and speaking a different language from him also has his curiosity pique. But his eyes speak something…familiar to him and he just can’t keep himself from wanting learning more.
  • It takes careful planning—it’s definitely not safe to ask any sea dwellers who’d inevitably tell his father—but after countless, secret visits to the surface, he gets lucky and chances upon a pair of feathered beings that don’t quite look like the ones that glide above the surface of the water and plop in for fish. They introduces themselves regardless—it seems like they are here because the bigger one, Koutarou likes the water even though it’s not their normal habitat and Kenji, the smaller one, saw it as his responsibility to keep this “bird-brain” from getting himself killed. Whoever or whatever they are, they answer all of Tooru’s questions about the surface and they are a rather comical duo to watch when he’s bored.
  • First off, he finds out the split tail is actually referred to as legs and that land dwellers are called humans. The one he saved is considered a man in human standards and this man lives up in that castle with other humans.
  • He also comes down to the seashore a lot.
  • After watching this human for a lengthy amount of time he sort of gets the feeling he’s looking for something? Tooru’s not entirely sure what that could be but he almost feels a little sympathy for him. He knows what it’s like to lose something and never get it back. He starts leaving different things on the shore that he finds that he knows doesn’t belong in the ocean. Maybe that will end the human’s searching?
  • The human never takes any of it though so he’s always left wondering.
  • And that lingering wonder is what eventually gets him caught.
  • He pressed his usual time frame that he allows himself out while searching hard for things that could have been lost by the human. He’s scurrying back to his room in a panic and just as he rounds the cave, he bumps into something–or someone; his father who is looking down at him with hard eyes and arms crossed.
  • Tooru tries to play it off, but he knows by his expression that The King knows and that he’s in for a mighty lecture.
  • What he doesn’t expect though is for his father to suddenly drag him to his secret cove, the one he thought was a secret but not so much apparently. King Daichi is furiously yelling at him–his safety, his life; how could Tooru go out and jeopardize it like that? Does he not remember what happen to his mother?
  • That makes Tooru angry, of course he remembers what happens to his mother he still has nightmares to this day about it. Tooru chips in his own opinion about it though, “How can you keep me from doing what Mom loved doing the most? How does that pay any respect to what Mom did for a kingdom when you banish everything the Queen stood for?”
  • What happens next is just another blur, but suddenly his father is using his scepter and his magic is suddenly blowing across his cove, destroying years of collecting–and the part of collection he and his mother did together. It’s all destroyed, even the satchel The King tears from his arm, disintegrated into smithereens.
  • “If ridding you of all this collecting nonsense is what it takes to get you to realize this, I will not hesitate to burn it all. You will obey your father who is still your king and you will not leave this kingdom! This is for your own good!”
  • Tooru just looks at him, a silent fury in his eyes twisting along with a sudden grief in realizing all the treasures he had to remember his mother by was now gone.
  • (The only thing he has left is the necklace and he holds that tightly from where it hangs on his neck, afraid his father will break that too.)
  • “You…! Our collection…how could you?!” It’s too late when Daichi realizes what Tooru means by our. Tooru just looks him dead in the eye and grits out, “I hate you.” Before he’s swimming away from him, his father’s protests dead to his ear.
  • Tooru swims until his body gives and he just stops and leans against the nearest object so he can cry out the tears he’s been holding back.
  • He tells himself then that he will never return home again.
  • So he spends the next few days wandering, not daring to head in the direction of home again and growing hungrier and hungrier as the days pass because there is nothing eatable for him to hunt in whatever strange part of the ocean he’s found himself in.
  • Just at the brink of starvation and about to pass out, two bodies are suddenly hovering over him and the last thing he remembers before fainting is the vivid red color of what looked to be hair.
  • The next time he wakes up he feels considerably less exhausted and his stomach doesn’t feel like it’s eating himself. He’s definitely in a cave, in an empty room, trying to figure out how he got here.
  • “Wakatoshi brought you here of course~! He’s really a kind sea wizard you know, you should really pay your respects to him considering he saved your life.” Tooru’s surprised by the sudden words and when he looks he recognizes the vivid red hair and the firey tail of a merperson. “You can call me Satori” this Satori person tells him, taking his arm, “now come on lazy prince, it’s time you met The Great Sea Wizard.
  • “S-sea Wizard? I though magic was forbidden to anyone outside the royal family!” Tendou gives him a leering smile, “That’s just one of those pesky rules your father put in place and you should know better than anyone how we are better off not listening to those rules.”
  • They move into another hollow in the cave and Tooru feels a chill run up his spine when this supposed “Sea Wizard” comes into view. He’s all hard lines, hard expressions, and really intimidating. His deep voice is startling when he notices them, he does greet him with a polite but stern, “Welcome to my territory, Prince Tooru.”
  • Tooru’s immediately on the defensive, “W-what do the two of you want with me?” Satori grins and the Sea Wizard remains impassive. He’s suspicious when Satori happily coos, “To help you of course!”
  • He’s giving both of them a hard look, having trouble trusting that two strangers would help him, with what exactly he isn’t sure. But they answer that for him too.
  • “We’ve been watching you, young prince.” The Sea Wizard tells him. Satori nods along excitedly, “We saw you saving the human! And all the awful things that happen with your father. Wakatoshi here decided he wanted to give you a chance at a new life…at a small price of course.”
  • Tooru blinks at them in confusion. “A new life? A small price?” The Sea Wizard answer accordingly, “I will give you the ability to become a human and live among the land dwellers to escape what confines you here in the sea. In exchange I only ask that you sign this contract, my only requirement being that you help the human find what he’s lost before a years time has past.”
  • Tooru’s still skeptical, “What’s in it for you then, why help me out like this?”
  • The Sea Wizard doesn’t answer so Satori does it for him, “If you fail to do what Wakatoshi’s ask, you’ll just belong to him then for the duration of yours or his life–I wouldn’t count on this big guy dying anytime soon though.”
  • He says it so casually like Tooru isn’t about to sign away his soul for a lifetime.
  • The young prince hesitates…but he still reaches for the pen Satori is handing out of him. “Anything else I should be aware of?”
  • “There will be some restrictions on your part…the most important being that you’ll lose both the ability to swim.”
  • Tooru blinks, freezing with pen in hand, “I…won’t be able to swim?” They both shake their heads at him.
  • Tooru heavily weighs the options in his mind, really trying to figure if it’s worth giving up everything he’s ever known just to escape.
  • He thinks about his people, his friends, the ocean he’d be leaving, about the incident in the cove, his mother and father, the searching human on the shore…
  • Tooru reaches out and signs his name without a word, watching as the ink burned in to the contract like magic.
  • “The deal has been made.” The Sea Wizard’s voice booms and before Tooru realizes what’s happening, suddenly his entire body is pulsating with pain, a firey sensation that he’s never known consuming his entire being.
  • “Good luck young prince! Neptune knows you’ll need it~!” Is the last thing he hears before he blacks out once more.  

Title: Down by the Lake 

Summary: Bakery!AU following Sugar-Coated Everything. Ozpin and Qrow head out on their first date

Fandom: RWBY

Words: 1,956

Warnings: None

Pairings: Ozpin/Qrow

Where to Read it: AO3 or below the cut. 

A/N: It’s 1:00am! So obviously it’s time to post ozqrow shenanigans :D


Ozpin really wasn’t an expert on these things. However, even he thought if your date cracked up when they first saw you, that probably wasn’t a good sign.

He looked down at his clothes, half-wondering (and hoping) that there was some stain of jam or flour that he could play off, maybe run back inside for a quick change. He was a baker after all. Hardly unusual… but no such luck. Qrow continued to laugh uproariously and Ozpin, as far as he could tell, was immaculate.

Definitely not a good start.

Ozpin looked back up, eyes slightly narrowed. “I’m not sure whether I should be offended or not.”

“Oh no, shit, don’t go getting offended—” Qrow waved a frantic hand, looking legitimately distressed. He was still chuckling though. “Sorry, Oz. I don’t mean to be an asshole about it, but…” Qrow bit down hard on his lip. “A suit? A green suit? I told you we were keeping things casual.”

Again Ozpin looked down at his outfit. Ah. He could see now how that might be confusing. In truth though this was casual for him, in a manner of speaking. While it was true that a baker’s life didn’t lend itself to fine clothes—Ozpin generally stuck to slacks and light, long-sleeved shirts protected by his apron—when given the chance he much preferred to look his best. After all, next to his speech what else did you have to judge a man on but his clothes? Even in college he’d dressed up rather than down, something James gave him nothing but grief for. It was hardly his fault if the athlete couldn’t dress himself…

Ozpin smiled. “This is a rather comfortable suit, I assure you. You’ll notice that I’ve forgone the tie.”

“Uh huh. It’s green.”

“I like green.”

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Well, since my last problematic Kustard fic got more notes than I expected, have another! Please take note, it’s worse than the first.

To clarify, this fic is set in the same universe as No Harm, No Foul but is from a different timeline. It’s not a continuation per say, just a different occurrence. c:

EDIT: Now with an alternate ending!!

No Harm, No Foul: Contentions

Tags: language, implied character death, unhealthy relationships, unrealistic expectations, borderline obsession, Sans needs professional help

Summary: Edge gives Sans a real-talk. Things do not go well.

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“you don’t have to do this,” he said lowly, carefully. “just tell me where he is and i’ll spare you this once.” Back straight and an amused grin across his teeth, the tall skeleton proudly scoffed.


You? Sparing me?” The chuckle that bellowed from his chest cavity rattled his ribs. “Do you honestly believe I’ll reveal my brother’s whereabouts to the likes of you?” Sans’s grin stiffened as he reached for the bauble around his neck.

“tell me where he is now or i’ll use force.” The grin never left this Papyrus’s face.

“Oh how cute. You using force.” Narrow sockets bored into the smaller skeleton’s. “You making me bend at the knee.” His slow, confident strides made Sans flinch and back away. “You getting what you want.” The pressure around him nearly snapped.

“please!” he begged in a near frenzy, “i need to know!” The taller stood over him, his very presence intimidating, dwarfing Sans’s previous threats.


“He’s safe,” he punctuated loudly, “now that he’s away from you.” Offended, the brow ridges on the hoodie clad skeleton furrowed. His voice elevated and almost shrill.


“if he’s safe it’s because he’s away from you!” Sans countered. “and i’ll make sure it stays that way!” The smirk on not-Papyrus’s face became an annoyed crease.

“Why you little shit.” Sans’s eyelights locked with his brother’s counterpart despite himself. “What makes you think you can protect him like I? Hm?” not-Papyrus’s question hung in the air as Sans tried his best to maintain eyelight contact. “Do you think you’re strong enough? Having one HP isn’t very convincing now, is it?” 


“well we can’t all be powerful assholes like you, Mr. Goth Rocket.”


“DON’T change the subject,” he warned. “Insults are unmerited in an argument. The fact that you’re using one is a sign you already lost.” The frown on Sans’s face deepened, as did the crease between his brow ridges.

“look,” he gritted through his teeth, “your bro’s a capable bag of bones. he doesn’t need you to fight his battles, and he definitely doesn’t need you to mediate! he ought to be right here instead!” Sans threw down a phalange to the floor, as if Red would show up on cue.

A few seconds of nothing and it dawned on the frustrated skeleton that he wouldn’t. He felt rogue tears slip from his sockets. “besides,” Sans continued shakily, “you know as well as i that he can take care of himself.” His brows relaxed slightly with concern. Twitching phalanges gingerly brushed the odd pendant hanging from his neck. “probably doesn’t even need us.”

The two stood in silence now. Sans quietly cried into his sleeves. Not-Papyrus stared down at the smaller skeleton, sockets still narrow with suspicion.

“Why do you care so much? Look at yourself,” he spat, “You’re a mess. What makes you think you being around Sans is healthy?” Sans perked at his name, to realize he meant his alternate. The one he pined for. Allowing himself time to compose, Sans took a breath and exhaled slowly.

“he…completes me,” he breathed.


“Are you certain you’re not just saying that because he’s you?” Sans’s brow furrowed.


“what? no. red he, sure he is me. but he isn’t? i feel we…connect better.”


“Because you know yourself so well, hm?” 


“yes–i mean no! he’s just–he’s…”


“Easy to relate to? To understand?”


“yes!” Sans beamed, “red’s so, different but–”


“It makes him vulnerable,” not-Papyrus interrupted. “Having someone supposedly know him so well when in fact it’s just you projecting yourself onto him.”

“what no it’s not like that at all!”


“Then tell me, pray tell, why my brother is so very conflicted after spending mere moments with you. Why he draws away from me and spends long hours alone.”
“sounds like he’s in love.”


No it sounds like he’s being manipulated.” not-Papyrus jerked an accusing finger at the shorter skeleton. “Sans is very certain with himself and his feelings. And your presence has shifted his confidence.” The sharp-toothed skeleton withdrew his phalange and glared hard enough Sans had to make sure his soul hadn’t emerged.

Restrained anger filtered through the tall skeleton’s teeth. “Now are you certain of your feelings for my brother, or are you just using him?” 

White eyelights quivered as Sans broke eye contact. There wasn’t anything concrete. Just nonexistent gut feelings to sift through as he stared instead at the boots in front of him. “Well? Answer me.” The hoodie clad skeleton almost replied then and there, but his thoughts wouldn’t form coherently. 

“i know you won’t believe me, but i sincerely believe i love him.” His words came almost foreign to him. “and i sincerely believe he loves me back.”

Not-Papyrus straightened, shoulders back, eyelights never leaving the shorter skeleton’s lowered gaze. If Sans knew anything of this version of his brother now, it was that he was very piercing. Enough to make him feel exposed. His bones quivered under the intense scrutinization. After a time, the more intimidating skeleton spoke, somewhat satisfied.

“Admittance of such feelings is a start, but it does not answer my question.”


“look, buddy i’d never hurt him, believe me.”


“Oh Sans is more than capable of nursing his wounds,” the tall skeleton interrupted. “It’s what you’d get out of him should your little scheme succeed.” 

This Papyrus leaned forward, gloved phalanges tenting. “Do you plan on breaking him of his confidence so he may learn to depend on you?”


“no i’d never–”


“Or perhaps convince him that you are the safest, most reasonable option? That he will be happiest in a world so different than our own?”


“but he will be!” Sans cried, pitch an octave higher than normal.

Unaffected, not-Papyrus continued.


“Removing a creature of its habitat so suddenly is very stressful for said being if not done correctly, Alt.” 


“my name is sans,” he corrected with grinding teeth.


“As is my brother,” the other remarked. “If you are allowed to refer to him otherwise, then so am I with you.” Sans herded his annoyance and took a breath.


“fine,” he replied defeatedly. “but why alt?” 


“It’s short for Alternate.” Sans rolled his eyelights.


“that’s lazy and uncreative.” not-Papyrus smirked.


“I could say the same for you. Red? Please, do go on.” 


“why not, i dunno nate? sounds like a real name.”


“Choose whichever you prefer, but I will still call you Alt.” Sans shrugged.
“fair enough. but that means i’m calling you edge.” The tall skeleton raised a brow before shrugging.


“Do what you will. Better that than confusion.”

He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Back to the matter at hand.” He gestured for Sans to take a seat, but he refused.


“i’d rather stand, thank you.” not-Papyrus…no, Edge shrugged noncommittally.

“You say you care for my brother, yet your actions say otherwise. Tell me this then, would you change your motivations if it’s proven it will be best for the both of you?”


“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”


“Clearly you think it best to whisk him away to a ‘better place’ as you say but this is all he has ever known. It is what we have ever known. To dangle promises of a strange new world that sounds too good to be true in the end sounds like a cheap tactic to lure him into a situation he’s not ready to face.”

Pausing, the taller eyed the shorter. “Clearly you have not thought this through.” Sans hoped he didn’t see the sweat that beaded on his skull.


“i ah thought we could work it out when we got to it.” Edge rolled his eyes.


“Pathetic,” he spat under his breath. “Do you think yourself above consequences? How you are to handle him when things go wrong? Do you think nice words and soft touches will fix everything?”


“i’m not a baby bones–”


“But you are acting like one!” If the roar he belted wasn’t meant to be purposeful it definitely was now.

“You’re acting like my brother is a plaything! That he’s some idea come to life that you are literally chasing because you like it! He’s not your toy and he’s not your fantasy!” If Edge was relaxed before, he certainly wasn’t this time. His words became punctuated and his phalanges curled into claws. “He’s a monster that deserves respect. And your idea of taking him away is selfish and undeserving.”


“look buddy i don’t get why you’re all mad but–”


“Mad? Oh I’m not mad, I’m FURIOUS. HOW DARE YOU TREAT SANS AS SOME OBJECT!”


me?! what about you?!” And before Edge could interrupt him, Sans continued. “you’re talking as if he can’t tell me himself! you’re speaking and making his decisions for him!” There was a strangled pause as Edge considered Sans’s statement.

“You speak so confidently about a subject you know so little about,” he spoke with quiet scorn. “Do you know more than Sans’s penchant for mustard and puns? Hm? What’s his favorite book? His favorite subject of study?” When Sans didn’t answer to either, Edge asked, “Do you even know more than you let on?”

Sans’s eyelights sank as his hand unconsciously searched for a stool, or chair. 

“Look,” Edge continued, his tone more even, his voice calmer. “We may be fucked up compared to you, but at least we’re not idiots. If your interest in my brother is only skin deep, then you’re not ready to take responsibility of him once he’s in your world.”

Oh how badly Sans wanted to break out a pun, but this situation didn’t call for it in the least.


“i thought i could make a difference,” he murmured. “red, since he’s me…seemed easier to save.”


“And what makes you think we need saving?”


“i–”


“What gave you the idea that he’d even want to leave?”


“u-uh–”


“Did you think to inform him of the news? Or were you as you say ‘just going to wing it?’”

At Sans’s silence, Edge turned away momentarily. Gloved phalanges covered his sockets. 

“Unbelievable,” the disbelief noticeable in his tone. “You claim to love my brother yet you’ve failed to communicate your very intentions. Some mate you turned out to be.”


“hey! this is my first real relationship! i’m free to make mistakes!” The laugh that rang out from Edge stopped Sans’s defense.

“You must be a very sad and lonely monster to choose my brother then.”

Brow ridges shot down in anger.


“are you saying he ain’t good enough? that other monsters would just kick him to the curb?”


“Not at all,” the tall skeleton replied, “he’s just probably not the best for you. If he’s anything like you you’re in for a very painful relationship. He’s fragile, yes, but not in the ways you are.”


“you know nothing about me,” Sans straightened, teeth tense, stance hesitant.


“I know more than you think,” Edge stated matter-of-factly. “If you’re anything like Sans then I have an even better idea of who and what you are.” Sans stared, eyelights large with an uncertain fear.

“You come storming in here all high and mighty like Sans answers to your beck and call, like my brother is an acolyte to your god. You talk as if your opinion is the only choice he has when you haven’t thought through the consequences. You claim your world is better when you haven’t shared why, and you refuse to learn about the world we live in. That and your posture tells me lengths of you.” 


“what am i then?” Sans asked reluctantly. Edge put a thumb to his chin, perhaps in thought. Or to annoy.


“My only conclusion is that you’re a selfish coward and a fool.”

The anger welled in Sans’s nonexistent gut and a part of him hoped he wouldn’t reveal more of himself than he should.


“if i’m a coward and a fool,” he asked carefully, “then what does that make red?”


“He can easily as well be a fool,” Edge replied, “but a coward he is not.” 

As if anticipating elaboration, the tall skeleton continued. 

“In the case of your cowardice, Sans is brave. Willing to prove himself when he doesn’t need to. He may even allow himself to be convinced by you because he wants to show he can handle it. But his silence thus far proves his conflict. Perhaps he understands your tactics and knows he being in your presence won’t change a thing. Or that it would derail the conversation entirely and details would never be said.” Edge looked down at Sans. “It is best that he is not present.”

Blank sockets stared back at him.


“so where is he?” Edge chuckled.


“As if I’d tell you.” Pinpricks of light appeared in the chasm that was Sans’s sockets as he dashed for the door. His soul lurched backward as it dinged blue.

“you fucking bastard!” Sans swore as he fought his bonds. “what have you done?” Edge smiled knowingly at the flailing skeleton.


“I believe it’s called ‘buying time.’” Rage accumulated around the shorter skeleton in a flare of cyan magic as the familiar rumble of an engine revved.


you can’t do this!” he screamed. “i need him! i need him!” 


“Well this time you’ll have to do without,” Edge smirked, as his weapon vorped into existence. “Shame,” he added, “under different circumstances, I could have liked you.”

And as a searing light engulfed the entirety of the surrounding property, a shrill shriek could be heard for a moment before everything settled. Like a freshly fallen snow, everything was still.






A torn blue jacket blew in the cold wind as a wounded monster struggled to stand. Gasping for air, the skeleton heaved himself forward as a sharp bone struck the snow. Leveraging himself, the skeleton managed to stiffly plant his feet and hobble onward, using the makeshift cane for support. As he continued, a low chortle escaped his teeth.


“shame,” he chuckled, “i kinda liked him.” Shaking phalanges stroked the pendant dangling from his neck. “don’t worry red,” he whispered, as he brushed snow off the glistening gold tooth, “i’m coming for you. and when i do,” a wheezing laugh erupted from his rib cage. “you won’t tell me no ever again.”


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An Alternate Instance

A torn blue hoodie limply hung from the skeleton’s phalanges. As his grip tightened around them, he looked at the otherwise mundane pile of dust contemptuously.

“Finally,” he breathed hatefully, “Never thought I’d get the chance to see that bastard burn.” Clutching the jacket like a piece of garbage, he prepared to incinerate it when he noticed a glint of gold from within the particles. Gritting his teeth, the skeleton snatched the bauble from the disgusting pile.

A tooth. His brother’s tooth. He should have known that he would go so far. Staring at it sadly, Edge gingerly fingered it. “All this time Sans, and you never thought I’d remember?” The Resets only showed him scattered images, but after a while, Edge was able to…piece them all together.  Leaning with his back against a cabinet, he chuckled. His brother would have laughed at that one.

Staring reminiscently at the ceiling, the skeleton made a spark with red magic and lit the fabric on fire. As it began to smoke, Edge glanced at the only remains of his brother that he knew of. “I hope you’re safe, Sans,” he said aloud, as the jacket burned with the dust.    

“Whenever you are.”

Thievery is Unacceptable!

Rating: K+

Word Count: 1960

Summary: Dia is suspicious about what Mari was doing while the third years were at the aquarium. Whatever it was, it keeps squawking.

Link: (FFN)


“Mari-san, what exactly is going on here?” Dia’s eye twitched with restrained annoyance. Mari flashed her a big smile, putting her hands behind her back and shrugging her shoulders. A suspicious squawk sounded from behind her legs. She closed her legs together tighter.

“Absolutely nothing, Dia.” She dropped her smile, adopting a more stern tone. “You know, you shouldn’t come into a poor girl’s room uninvited. What if I had been naked?!”

“Eh?!” Dia faltered, startled at the sudden change in tone. Then she remembered who she was talking too, and all she could do was sigh and try not to immediately lose her cool. “Since when did you care about someone seeing you naked? And poor? Hardly. I came here because I was suspicious of your activities at the aquarium, and now I know that I was correct in my assumption.” Another squawk caused her to narrow her eyes.

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Frerea indica, a succulent asclepiad from western India. It grows leaves during the monsoon season in its native habitat. Normally flowers are five-sided, not four.

Not sure if Texas fall rains are throwing it off, but it’s budding up like crazy now. It may have to become a houseplant come winter if colder weather doesn’t knock it into dormancy soon. (I hope not because it just screams spider mite magnet, but I guess that will trigger leaf loss if nothing else does, lol.)

Welcome!!

I thought I would start off this blog with some character descriptions, so, here you go!

Veronica Sawyer- a quiet and very smart girl, not incredibly well know until one day she runs into Heather Chandler and helps get her out of a troublesome situation. Heather Chandler decides to let Veronica into her “group” and immediately Veronica becomes very popular (all same as musical). Veronica tags along with the Heathers on their shopping trips and milkshake stops without too many problems until the Heathers begin edging Veronica on to do some not so nice things to her fellow classmates.

Heather Chandler- easily the most popular girl in school, right ahead of her fellow Heathers. She allows Veronica into her group to have someone forge a hall pass for her every once in a while. Seemingly sweet is her Tangee lipstick and soft blonde curls, but Heather Chandler isn’t afraid to embarrass someone for entertainment.

Heather Duke- head of the yearbook committee and the student government association. Not incredibly interesting as a person but excellent eye candy for many of the boys with her glossed lips and rouge. Second most popular girl in school, right behind Heather Chandler. Easily the smartest Heather, with all of the books she reads.

Heather McNamara- she may not be the least popular Heather but she is definitely the richest Heather, with her dad owning the only engagement ring store in all of Sherwood. She’s the head cheerleader but the least outgoing of all of the Heathers, making her the Heather with the best relationship with Veronica. Still not a truly nice person but has a sensitive side.

Jason Dean- the semi-new kid at school, he just moved to Sherwood about a month ago. He’s in Heather McNamara’s last period class, American History, and is always in his leather jacket. He’s never seen talking to anybody, his normal habitats are behind the gym smoking a cigarette between classes and, during class, some seat towards the back. Although he’s never pulled it out on anybody, he does carry around a pocket knife.

Kurt Kelly and Ram Sweeney- the two football stars of Westerburg High and the most popular guys. They normally spend their school time flirting with the Heathers, and now Veronica, and their afternoons at football practice. They possibly spend a little bit too much of their time at football practice because neither of them are very smart.

Is this good??? Idk. Although the jdonica relationship will be healthy I’m not gonna have JD have absolutely no problems at all what so ever because, like, that’s not Jason Dean. Also, if you’re worried about this, no I’m not going to change the slushie thing to a milkshake thing. Milkshakes are a treat for the Heathers and Veronica, slushies are for JD. Also yes I know I replaced JD’s trench coat with a leather jacket, I feel like it would be more appropriate for his character in the time period.

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I have conquered Mount Shitmore.

I’ve been struggling with mental illness and hoarding tendencies for years. This is literally the first time I’ve seen that floor under the desk in at least six or seven years (a 2009 calendar was under there), the dust was so furry and thick I had to practically scoop it up. I still have a long way to go, but the difference two days of 40/20s can make is incredible. I feel like this is the first time in years that my bedroom has looked like a “normal” person’s bedroom.

Mongolia of the Cretaceous

Late Cretaceous Mongolia is one of the richest locations for dinosaur fossil hunting, and a great variety of dinosaurs are known, from the familiar Velociraptor and Protoceratops to the utter weirdness of Deinocheirus and Achillobator. This section, bordered by Vista View to the east and the aquarium and Synapsid Alley to the south, showcases animals from four formations - the Bayan Shireh Formation of Cenomanian Burkhant, the Djadochta Formation of Omnogovi, Nemegt Formation of Omnogovi,  and the Iren Dabasu Formation of Inner Mongolia (technically China, but it’s only fifty miles away).

The bigger animals are found to the north. The Therizinosaurus, Alioramus, and Gigantoraptor exhibits are more densely forested. A boardwalk runs on one edge of the Therizinosaurus exhibit, bringing you closer to their eye level, while on the other side you can see their majesty from the ground - if you can see them in the trees. In contrast, the Nemegt Prairie paddock, shared by Gallimimus and Saurolophus, is noticeably more open. In between the two is a communal paddock. We rotate the larger plant-eaters into there so we can safely clean the exhibits, and sometimes to let them meet with each other - they live in different habitats and normally wouldn’t.

In the middle of the exhibit is the “Duck Pond”, a swamp shared by Ol’ Sam and a flock of Teviornis. Don’t worry, they won’t fly away - their wings are clipped and they spent most of their time wading anyways. To the south of the pond are three chickenparrots from Djadochta, and to the east live alvarezsaurs, ceratopsians, dromaeosaurids and troodontids. Each of these is open and scrubby. Of course Velociraptor is among these - everyone flocks to see them. They probably get the most attention out of everything here.

Animals here:

  • Achillobator
  • Alioramus
  • Citipati
  • Deinocheirus
  • Gallimimus
  • Gigantoraptor
  • Khaan
  • Oviraptor
  • Protoceratops
  • Saurolophus
  • Saurornithoides
  • Shuvuuia
  • Teviornis
  • Therizinosaurus
  • Velociraptor
  • Zanabazar

so uuuh here’s some pokemon designs I made based on this post of unused type combinations 

Fluffloe - Normal/Ice 
the Sledding Pokemon. Lives in habitats where the ground is frozen. It is not very adept at walking, so it slides around on the ice on its belly, which is covered in downy fluff to help it stay warm. 

Extinguin - Ice/Fire
the Rescue Pokemon. Evolves from Fluffloe. Can create special ice that can be burned like kindling. Carefully watches over other members of its large colony and creates bonfires to keep them warm in freezing weather. If it sees a Fluffloe trapped under ice, it will melt away the ice with flames to free its fellow pokemon. When its colony migrates as the snow melts, it will put out its fires with its frosty breath before joining its fellow pokemon in search of snow.