playful fox

PET PLAY - which animal do you best identify as?

A lot of people messaged me asking which animal would best fit them; they’ll describe their personality to me and I try to make my best decision. But I am not the one who can choose for you. You have to choose. Here are some characteristics of different pets to possibly help you narrow down and choose which pet would best fit you. (This list does not have every pet and these are not the only pets you can be. Be whatever you want and do whatever you want; no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.)


• BAT: negative, wants people to fear them, isolated, quirky, loves fruit, independent, “vampire-like”, possibly nocturnal

• BEAR: shy, closed off, not really clingy, playful, internally energetic, slow-moving

• BIG CAT: certain, stoic, secretly playful, appearance is important (grooming, stance, etc.), authority, elegance, sleek, seduction

• BUNNY: very cuddly, oral fixation, likes to hide under and paw at things, very childish, daydreamer, emotional, ditzy, headbutts others as a form of communication, needs attention

• DRAGON: asks for a lot, is not to be commanded, prideful, doesn’t like collars/restraints, headstrong, stubborn, protective, collects/hoards things

• FAWN: timid, shy, playful, adventurous, silly, klutzy, wary, enjoys being outdoors, better with an owner

• FERRET: fun, bouncy, can annoy others for amusement, equally active and lazy, likes to dig, hides things

• FOX: clever, playful, tricksters, doesn’t mind being around others, curious, fast, enjoys being in small spaces, excitable

• KITTEN: incredibly cuddly most of the time, will occasionally need space, very playful, needs a lot of petting, could get along without an owner but doesn’t want to, lazy with weird bouts of energy, likes to play hunt and pounce, likes toys

• LAMB: very quiet, meek, likes physical attention, likes soft things, likes getting dolled up, very submissive, obedient, lower energy, conservative

• PIG: loves to be coddled, sticks close to others, loves being given snacks, minimizes movement

• PONY: strong, proud, a little bit skittish, gentle, wants to work with others, curious, likes to have a job/responsibility, likes learning, curious

• PUPPY: playful, energetic, enjoys company, affectionate, enjoys physical contact, silly, plays with toys, curious, immature, better with an owner, loyal

• RAT: can be aggressive/feral or friendly and loving, greedy with food/items, likes to test bite/lick their owner, loves on and sleeps on others

• WOLF: independent but uses their pack for safety and comfort, strong, reserved initially, observant, grown-up, smart, self-sufficient, can get along without an owner, follows instincts, pack-mentality

Opposites Attract - Damian Wayne x Reader - Part Two

Part One

Requested by Anon -  a part 2 for opposites attract.


Damian wasn’t sure what this relationship with you was. After releasing the balloons, Damian had taken you out for coffee. He got a simple black coffee while you ordered a sugary, complicated drink that took the barista five minutes to make. Besides that, Damian had enjoyed the time with you. He walked you back to your home, finding it to be a complete and utter mess. After holding back the urge to clean, Damian left you to go back to the manor.

The truth was Damian wasn’t sure how to proceed. He liked you a lot, and his fingers were still twitching with need to draw you, but you both were so different. You seemed to be a bit disorganized, had a need for excessive amounts of sugar, and you lacked the gracefulness shared by most of Damian’s other love interests. However, you were beautiful, witty, and intelligent. You had a certain air that showed how much you cared about the people around you, something Damian was fascinated by.

Due to his indecisiveness, Damian decided to seek advice from someone he could trust. He took a long time to decide who he should go to, but eventually he chose to approach Dick with his problem. After all, Dick seemed to have the most successful relationships in the family.

“Grayson, I have to speak with you,” Damian demanded, marching into the gym at the manor. Dick was staying at the manor for the next week to use Batman’s resources to help with his own case. 

“I’ll all ears, Dami,” Dick answered as he flipped through the air to make another pass on the uneven bars.  Damian watched him from a few feet away with a small amount of envy in his eyes. He wished he could move as smoothly as Dick.

“I have a problem with…a person,” Damian began, shifting around uncomfortably. Dick seemed to sense Damian discomfort, choosing to swing off the bar to land perfectly on the mat below. He walked over to Damian to look him straight in the eye.

“Is this about Bruce? Because he really shouldn’t have kicked you out of the house yesterday,” Dick said. He gave Damian a small smile, trying to ease Damian’s discomfort.   

Damian just shook his head. “My problem is not with Father. It is with someone else,” Damian explained, hating the blush that burned his cheeks. A goofy grin grew on Dick’s face as an idea of what Damian’s problem was dawned on him.

“Is this a girl problem?” Dick asked.

TT,” Damian huffed before giving Dick a tiny nod.

“Oh Dami, I’m so proud of you. When did you meet this girl?” Dick cooed, giving Damian a hug. Damian tolerated it, fearing if he protested Dick wouldn’t answer his questions. 

“I met her yesterday,” Damian answered once Dick let him go. 

Dick gave him a playful shove. “You sly fox, and you had me thinking you were just wandering around the city doing nothing yesterday,” Dick teased while Damian glared at him.

“Are you going to help me, or just continue this aimless rambling?” Damian snapped. His face was completely red now. 

“Okay, okay, what is the problem?” Dick relented, knowing if he pushed Damian too far he may never get to learn more about this mystery girl. 

Damian kicked his foot into the ground before speaking. “I met (Y/N) at the docks, and I took her out for coffee, but I am unsure how to proceed.”

“Well, do you like this girl?” Dick asked gently. He smiled when Damian gave a reluctant nod. “Then you should call her and ask her out.”

“But Grayson,” Damian protested. “I fear (Y/N) is the opposite from me in almost every way. While I am attracted to her, I worry we will not get along.”

Dick placed his hand on Damian’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “You won’t know if you don’t try it, Damian. Besides, opposites attract.” Damian furrowed his brow in thought.

“Perhaps, I will follow your advice, Grayson, but how do I ‘ask her out’?” Damian questioned after he had gathered his thoughts. 

Dick just smiled, wrapping an arm around Damian’s shoulders, guiding him out of the room. “Don’t worry, Dami. I’ll teach you,” he reassured as both men left the room. 


“Wow,” you exclaimed from the passenger seat of Damian’s black Lamborghini. It was currently parked in front of one of the most fanciest restaurants you had ever seen. You were so distracted by the sight, you didn’t notice Damian opening your door. 

“You can get out now, (Y/N),” he said, holding his hand out to help you out of the car. Slowly you took it, gulping as you watched Damian hand the car keys to a valet.  You did your best to smooth out the wrinkles in your dress while you kept your hand in Damian’s. When Damian had invited you out to dinner, you didn’t know he was going to take you to the nicest restaurant in town.

As you walked into the restaurant, you kept a tight hold on Damian. You were terrified you would trip and fall, or break something. Everything was too fancy for your clumsiness. Damian gave you a tight smile, trying to calm you, but you sensed he was uncomfortable too, even if he wasn’t as scared as you were. 

“Do you eat at places like this all the time?” you whispered, trying not to stumble as the hostess guided the both of you towards a secluded table. 

“Once and a while,” Damian answered when you both reached your table. He pulled out your chair allowing you to trip into it. After making sure you were safely in your seat, Damian slid into the chair next to you. 

“I can tell,” you commented. A waitress appeared to pour water into the two wine glasses on the table. “The smaller fork is for the salad, right?”

“Yes, it is,” Damian confirmed as the waitress handed menus to both of you. You bit your lip nervously, fiddling with the menu. Everything was in a language you didn’t know. 

You opened your mouth to ask before closing it again, feeling like an idiot. A blush burned to your face as you gathered the courage to speak. “What would you recommend?” 

Damian looked at you knowingly. “I usually order the Légumes Printaniers Du Jardin, but if you are a meat-eater my father always orders the steak.” He spoke kindly, not wanting to hurt your feelings. 

“Oh, I’ll just have what you are having,” you replied, sharply closing your menu. You laid it on the table, and almost knocked over your water glass. Damian caught it just in time. “Sorry,” you whispered, ducking your head down. 

Damian studied you. “You are nervous.”

“Was it that obvious?” you laughed halfheartedly. You looked through the menu again, only to notice that the numbers below the menu items must be the prices. Biting your lip, you realized the dish Damian recommended was more than you could afford. 

“Why are you nervous?” Damian asked, carefully setting his own menu down. You decided to ignore this question.

“Is it possible for you to loan me the money for my meal?” you whispered shamefully. “I don’t have enough with me.” You reached for your water glass, and almost knocked it over once again. 

Damian raised an eyebrow. “I am paying, (Y/N). I never intended for you to pay for your own meal.”

“Oh,” you said, carefully picking up your water glass with two hands. You gulped most of it down. “Thank goodness,” you whispered into your glass as the prices on the menu seemed to jump out at you. 

“You didn’t answer my question,” Damian stated bluntly. He suspected what your problem was, but he wanted to be certain. 

“What was your question again?” you asked innocently while you took the utmost care setting your glass back down. You made sure it was secure before slowly putting your hands back in your lap. 

TT,” Damian huffed, annoyed, but slightly fascinated with your round-about way of speaking. If anyone else did this to him, he would have left already, but it just made you more interesting. “Why are you nervous?”

You paused for a moment, thinking of your next words. “I might have some first date jitters,” you admitted reluctantly. You weren’t going to say anymore, but a look from Damian made you continue. “Okay, honestly this place makes me nervous.” 

“How?” Damian asked quietly. He knew why, but he wanted to hear your reasons. Besides, it was a way to keep the conversation going. Dick had warned him about the dangers of letting the conversation die. 

“It’s so fancy,” you explained, holding up your hands. “Which isn’t bad, but I haven’t been to a place like this before. It’s all just a little overwhelming, and I’m afraid I’ll spill something, or break something…” You let your voice fade away, studying Damian to see if you insulted him. 

Damian stared at you with a blank expression, but you could detect the amusement in his steely eyes. A small smirk played upon his lips. “Since we are being honest,” he began, leaning towards you. “This place makes me nervous too.” 

“Then why are we here?” you laughed gently, smiling when he chuckled as well. 

“I was given advice as to how to take you out for a date, and this was where my father takes his dates, so I just assumed,” Damian admitted, taking your hand in his under the table. You blushed at his touch. “Do you wish to leave?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “No, we can stay since we already have a table and everything. It would be a waste otherwise, because the waitress would have to reset the table even though we didn’t use anything.” Damian realized he had never thought about that. You leaned in closer to him. “Just promise me, you won’t let me make a fool out of myself.” 

“You have my word,” Damian promised, lifting your entwined hands out from under the table to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You both smiled at each other until the sound of someone clearing their throat jerked you apart. Damian and you blushed as you both met the waitress’ eye. You smiled at her while Damian quickly snapped into his normal stoic behavior. Sharing a glance with one another, you both readied yourself for the rest of the evening.


“You don’t have to walk me to my front door,” you protested as Damian once again opened your car door for you. He was being quite persist about it, going so far as to lock your door, so you couldn’t get out until he opened it. You took his offered hand to successfully exit the Lamborghini. 

TT,” Damian huffed, keeping a tight grip on your hand. You had tripped on the curb the last time you had stepped out of his vehicle. 

Dinner had gone well, except for you spilling your water glass two times. It got on your dress the second time, but it was dry by the time you left. The food was great, leaving you both happy and content.

After dinner, you chose where to go next, and you brought him to the bookstore. You both spent a good hour and a half wondering around the store together, talking and exploring different books together. Eventually, you both got so distracted that you realized you had almost missed your curfew. Damian drove like a mad man to get you back in time. 

“It looks like my parents haven’t call the police yet,” you teased, gesturing to the one of the lit windows in your house as Damian walked you towards your front door. His hand was still tightly entwined with yours.

“Why would they call the police?” Damian asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You laughed at his quizzical expression.

“It’s just a joke we have,” you explained. “Mostly because I don’t go out enough to be late for my curfew, so my parents joke that if I am late it’s probably because I got kidnapped.” The smile on your face fell when you saw the fear and horror on Damian’s face. 

“I would never let someone get you, (Y/N),” Damian stated seriously. “I promise you.” Your eyes went wide at his statement, but you were able to make a smile appear on your face.

“That’s nice to know. Thank you, Damian,” you said as you both reached your front door. “And thank you for tonight, it was lovely.” 

A smirk appeared on Damian’s face. “It was my pleasure,” he replied, raising your hand to kiss the back of it. You sent him a teasing smile.

“We’re going to have to do better than that,” you interjected. You took a step closer to Damian before pressing your lips against his. The shock was evident in Damian’s response, but he soon he kissed you back with a passion you never knew he had. 

You both jumped apart a moment later when the outside light of your house flicked on, startling you. A blush burned onto both your faces as you bumped into your front door to find the door knob. You ripped open the door, entering the house only to peek your head out a second later.

“Call me,” you whispered before shutting the door, and securing the lock. You leaned against the door, and dissolved into a fit of giggles. Your lips were still burning from the pressure of Damian’s kiss.

Meanwhile, Damian was frozen on your doorstep. His mind was running in circles, trying to understand what happened. A rare smile broke out on his face as he slowly turned to walk towards his waiting Lamborghini. Damian swore the first thing he was going to do tomorrow was call you.    

anonymous asked:

post/153095503595/okay-but-pls-if-you-want-elaborate-on-the more more more more please if u want idk please i love this what are the tattoes does andrew know how to do it before maybe kevin also gives neil a little tattoo please i'm trash for this

hey ho this my favorite au that i’ve dabbled in and i’m always willing to add more to it. 

more here (x) (x) (x)

ends of the world | ao3


It isn’t the first time Andrew has held a tattoo needle in his hand, but it is the first time he’s holding it over the skin of someone he marginally cares about. Neil is underneath his hands, head resting on his arms, eyes closed and breathing slow. He doesn’t seem to notice the pricking of the needle as Andrew continues to tattoo him.

For someone who has many tattoos covering his body, Neil’s back is surprisingly clean. Andrew had chosen his shoulder blade to place the tattoo that the two of them had agreed on. Kevin was the only one who didn’t know what Andrew was doing. He was instead watching from the corner of the shop, his eyes tracing over Andrew’s steady hands as he continues to work on Neil.

Every time Kevin gets up to try and get a peek at Neil’s shoulder blade, Andrew shoots him a glare, making Kevin slowly sink back into his chair. There’s always a pout on Kevin’s face as he sulks in his seat.

The tattoo shop is empty, the three of them the only ones in the store. Neil had asked Matt if they could be the only ones in the store today for a couple of hours and he had readily agreed.

Andrew and Kevin have already had their tattoos done by Neil. Their ribs were bandaged hiding the new ink etched into their skin from sight. They had both only gotten a slight glimpse of orange and wispy tails before Neil had covered them from their view.

“Are you going to be done anytime soon?”

Andrew doesn’t answer Kevin. Instead he continues to focus on tracing Neil’s skin with the needle. Kevin huffs loudly, crossing his arms as he slouches further into his seat. His side was hurting and by now all he wanted to do was head back home and take a nap while watching some exy.

Neil laughs softly at Kevin’s petulance. Andrew scowls before swatting at his back lightly to get him to stop moving. Neil shifts slightly before settling back down with a muttered, “Sorry, sorry.”

Andrew just twists his lips, before getting back to work. Kevin gets up, being sure to show Andrew that he wasn’t going anywhere near him. He instead makes his way over to the front of the table to where Neil was resting his head. Kevin’s fingers work their way into Neil’s curls, as he absentmindedly starts to stroke Neil’s head.

Neil shifts upwards into the touch, a soft smile curling on his lips. Kevin bends down pressing a kiss to his head before he continues to run his fingers through Neil’s hair. The clicking of the tattoo needle is the only sound in the shop as the three men sit in silence waiting for Andrew to finish.

“Andrew, when the fuck are you gonna be done? Neil didn’t take this long.”

“Well Neil does this every day for a living. I haven’t picked up a needle since juvie.”

Andrew’s words shock Kevin into silence. He looks down at Neil to see if he was surprised by Andrew’s past experience with tattooing, but Neil’s eyes are still closed and he doesn’t seem to be wondering at all what Andrew had gotten up to in that detention center.

Kevin keeps his mouth shut for approximately twenty more minutes before he asks, “Who else have you tattooed?”

Andrew’s hand still, his fingers clenched around the needle. His knuckles turn white from the amount of force he’s placing on the instrument. Neil’s eyes shoot open, his voice quiet as he says, “Kevin, not now and certainly not here.”

Kevin looks between his two boyfriends, and he’s about to protest when he takes a look at Neil’s pleading eyes and quietly concedes.

“Alright. I won’t ask anything more.”

“It’s done.”

Andrew’s voice is hard as he steps back, letting Kevin come closer to see the two intertwining cats inked on Neil’s skin.

“What the fuck? You seriously let Andrew tattoo Sir and King on your shoulder?”

Neil’s laugh is light and completely lights up his face. Andrew is still stoic, arms crossed over his chest, but there’s a slight relaxedness to him that wasn’t there before. Kevin is still incredulous, staring at the tattoo with something akin to wonder.

“You’re both fucking crazy.”

Andrew snorts while Neil just continues laughing. “And yet for some reason you’re still with our crazy asses.”

“Can I finally see what you gave me?”

Neil nods and Kevin makes his way over to the full length mirror. He lifts his shirt up and takes in the bright orange color of a watercolor fox on his skin. He starts as Andrew comes up next to him and pulls his shirt up as well.

They both stare at the matching tattoos, incomprehensible looks on their faces. Kevin is slightly overwhelmed by the beauty of the simplistic art. He knew Neil was talented; he just didn’t know exactly how much.

“Do you like it? I know how much Palmetto meant to all of us, even though we were never there at the same time.”

Kevin is at a loss for words. All he can do is stare at the ethereal fox inked onto his skin forever. Neil comes behind them both, lifting his shirt as well as he says, “Matt did it for me last week since there was no way I could do it myself.”  

There’s a matching tattoo on Neil’s skin. Kevin reaches out his fingers tracing the edge of the playful fox. He turns his face towards Neil, eyes slightly glassy as he whispers, “It’s beautiful.”

Neil just smiles, tipping up to press a kiss to Kevin’s lips before he faces Andrew who is staring at the both of them with something akin to love in his eyes. Andrew would never say I love you to either Neil or Kevin. No instead he would say something infinitely better.

‘I would go to the end of the world to protect you.’

And to Neil that was the most beautiful thing he could think of.

inmyownfiction  asked:

Hi~ Pottermore have now the quiz to know the Patronus so I wanted to ask you which animal could fit the 104th trainees and veterans in your head (i don't know if there's something already ><)

Hey there! Wow, this is a really awesome question! I hadn’t thought about this before, so I did some research on animal meanings, as well as patronus meanings, are came up with this nifty list for you. You certainly don’t have to agree with what I’ve said, this is simply my opinion. But here you go! (I am also going to cut it with a keep reading, cause we all know how I can never keep these answers short!)

A person’s patronus, according to Pottermore, represents a hidden part of the self that is brought to life in the face of great danger and darkness, taking the form of an animal that represents that dormant inner self. What I’ve done draws more from observable personality traits in these characters, but I’ve tried to dig deeper, to get at something within them that wouldn’t necessarily shine through unless provoked. 

Enjoy!

Eren’s patronus is a falcon. Falcon’s are a war-like bird, and symbolizes freedom, intensity, determination, and change. It is thought that the falcon carries a message of transition, of visionary power that leads to a new purpose. Eren is the guiding light of humanity, a new force to help combat the enemy. On top of that, he has a very fierce, independent personality, and doesn’t like to sit still for long. Eren and his falcon are warriors that hate to be caged and long to spared their wings and fly far away. 

Mikasa’s is a panther. The panther is a very powerful animal, as well as a very protective one. It is associated with courage, with banishing one’s fears. It also has a motherly connotation. All of these are things that Mikasa emulates. She’s a powerful fighter and fiercely protective of those she loves. She’s learned to set aside her fears of loneliness and death in order to become the brave soldier she is. And she does exhibit maternal qualities in the way that she cares for Armin and Eren. 

Armin has a rat. Rats do not take no for an answer: they use their innate intelligence and shrewdness to figure things out. They can get themselves out of the tightest spot, owed to a strong ambition, and are very creativity, opportunistic, and resourceful. Rats are also helpful and loving within their community. Armin embodies all of these things. His strategic capabilities are second to none, he uses his mind to get himself out of tough situations, and he’s very kind and helpful among his friends. Armin and his rat share a sharp intelligence that helps them get what they want in life. 

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anonymous asked:

If Lance does get turned into a Vampire, what kind of animal will he be able to turn into?

hm, I don’t know! Maybe something sneaky and playful like a fox. or something lanky and fast like a deer or rabbit! what do you think he would be??

A friend told me today a story about that one time when he saw two foxes on the countryside.

One of the foxes was keeping watch while the other one was happily rolling on the ground and having a good time. When the first fox saw my friend, it stood still at first, and seeing that my friend wasn’t moving or being a threat, the fox silently walked away. Meanwhile, the other fox hadn’t noticed the human presence yet so it kept on playing on the ground.

Playful fox eventually saw my friend, and it jumped up, alarmed. But before it ran away, it kept on looking around, realizing that its fox partner had left without notice. Playful fox suddenly suffered the bitter taste of betrayal as it looked for vigilant fox, which was nowhere to be found. In the end, playful fox dashed away.

The story is hilarious by itself, but I keep on imagining the Miya twins doing the same. I wonder which one of them would betray the other and which one would be the oblivious fox.