#lemme see the critters..

[the-moon-pal]

Hey damien i just launched a blog for my niche markiplier ego au,where theyre turned into mythological critters (much like mythbits !!) I was wondering if i could tag you in it if ur interested ? :]

oh for sure!! hmu!!

[tawnysoup]

A new critter!!! I have finally figured out what the Bonster looks like.

They're some kind of frog creature with horns and tusks... or is it fluff?! Hard to tell. Their hat is really a big tail they can cook things in and also WHAP against the ground when they're mad!!!

They're slightly smaller than the other critters. Here's a Fritter for scale:

[arolesbianism]

Ok ok I should totally go double check all the ppl in the logs that we don't know who they are yet so I can keep them in mind for the new dupe only for the donor to be none of them and for my life to be made more sad

[lowpolyanimals]

trick or treat!! lemme see one of your lowest poly critters pretty please :)

✨Triple Treat!✨

Here are my top 3!

Bird that attacks Wheatley from Portal 2

Bees from Old School RuneScape

Poison Dart Frogs from Rollercoaster Tycoon 3: Wild

[cryptid-with-an-axe]

-Pros to me doing my field research alone: nobody saw me sprain my ankle by tripping over a gopher hole

-Cons to me doing my field research alone: I keep pointing at bugs/critters going "woah look a cool bug/critter!" and nobody's there to go "woah lemme see!" so I'm really just entertaining myself only

[masquayla-the-splendid]

Where do I even begin, lmao

Lemme try this in unga bunga speak:

Bolts4Brains is parody of DvD bonus content. DvD? 2d movie? Me make variety of hypothetical clips to mash together, for music video, to appear as "distributor of DvD" splicing scenes from "movie" to related parts of song. One scene me see in full, inside cranium. Me write score and draw scene, on flat dead tree. Me rapidly exhale in amusement, for knowledge of follower's unawareness of me's writing skills and fanfic experience.

This is the preferable way I'd color the Minireenas, as opposed to the video. I get the whole posable art doll look, but the simplicity and sameness leaves much to be desired, imo. Assigning them colors and making them act like the little critters to a Disney princess makes them feel more significant. In addition to the added leotards, the face frame makes them fit in with Ballora better. (If you made them all animal based tronics instead, she'd be a swan with little mini-mice, both of which are ballet related.)

[4/6/25]

[maiiuelle]

❀ warnings: minors dni, alcohol, “daddy” is used, phone sex, mutual masturbation

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your room is like a sanctuary; poofy pink pillows, a silky canapé over your bed, and your fluffy duvet just melt your anxieties away at the end of the day. before bed you have a sort of ritual — after your extensive shower and skin care routine, you tip toe into your princess suite and shut off every light except the floor lamp next to the window overlooking the street.

you have a gorgeous vintage bench beneath the window that functions as your reading nook, complete with floral pink and cream cushions, lace curtains, and your favorite blanket. you’ve been loyal to your nighttime reading since you were little, always setting aside at least an hour to read before going to sleep every night. to really set the mood, you light your favorite cinnamon vanilla bean scented candle and put on a relaxing record.

humming along to lana’s soft voice, you shuffle to your towering bookshelf to look over its contents. the shelves are overflowing with books and knickknacks — most being calico critters and sonny’s angels that live happily amongst the hardbacks, complete with appropriately sized furniture for them. you carefully squeeze past the animal tea party you carefully set up to retrieve tonight’s read—

buzz buzz.. buzz buzz.. buzz buzz..

you sigh, your eyes softly closing in annoyance at your phone ringing against the wooden end table where it’s charging. one peek at the bright screen and you stomp over to answer.

“rafe? its 11:30.”

“yeah? what’re you doing up so late?” you can hear the smirk on his lips, and you roll your eyes.

“well, i was trying to read.” you snark, looking at the book in your hand and skimming over the summary on the back, pacing mindlessly over to your reading bench with the phone pressed to your ear. “what’re you doing? working?”

“nah, actually — i was just thinking about you.” in truth, he was supposed to be working, but the scotch in his glass distracted him. now he’s reclining in his office chair, tapping his pen against his wooden desk as he speaks. “missed you today.”

“mhm.” you muse. he’d invited you to come golfing with him, topper, and kelce but you refused. sometimes it felt like he was a completely different person with them, and you don’t want to be around that. you hadn’t heard from him for the rest of the day, until now.

“what? you mad at me or somethin’?”

“no.. i just — i’m frustrated! i wanted to see you.” you admit, throwing the book down on the bench cushion beside you. “and only you — not top and kelce — just you!”

“aw, pretty girl, m’so sorry.” his tone is almost mocking, clearly not actually apologetic as he slides his toned hand over the bulge in his pants. he really does miss you, and he certainly missed watching you prance around the country club in your mini skirts. even now you’re just too cute when you’re angry, it’s driving him crazy. “how ‘bout you lay down, i’ll help you relax, yeah? yeah.. lemme make it up to you.”

you pause, all of a sudden very aware of how his breathing has deepened. he couldn’t be.. “rafe? what’re you doing?” you ask again, listening closely to the muffled sound of his clothes rustling.

he has the phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder, both hands working to pull off his belt. “didn’t i just tell you to do somethin’, princess? go lay down.”

you blink like a deer in headlights — you want to stay mad at him, after all he had completely blown you off all day. but his gravely voice is already making you push your thighs together, you’d rather he take care of you than prove a point. “mm.. okay.”

“yeah, s’what i thought.” rafe breathes over the phone. you’re always so pliant for him, so desperate to please him you’d do anything he says. you jump onto your poofy bed, scaring your poor cat awake as you roll onto your back.

“wanna tell daddy what you got on?”

you look down your torso, manicured fingers dragging down your thigh as you try to stay patient. “just a tank top n those cute panties you got me. you know the pink lacy ones?” you play with the bow attached to the front of them in thought, remembering how he’d ripped them right off of you last time he snuck over.

“oh yeah? that’s it?” he’s amused, his smirk growing as he pictures you putting on practically nothing to go read. he groans at the thought, freeing his cock from his boxers. “i like ‘em better off.”

“i bet.” you bite your lip, giggling as your fingers slip under the thin fabric to pull them down. you want more than anything for him to appear at your door so he can take care of you properly, his encouragement over the phone just isn’t the same. “you should come here n help me.”

“oh, believe me, i want to. could sneak in the window and fuck you right — like you deserve.” rafe coos. “remember last time? had you on your back, spread out on your bed with your pretty legs around me.” the memory makes you whine, hips moving on their own in search of friction. “you playin’ with that pussy like i do, baby?”

you take that as permission, humming a soft, “mhm..” as you dip your fingers into your mouth to wet them, then settling them in between your folds.

“don’t tell me i’m gettin’ you all wet already, princess.” he teases, his smugness interrupted with a grunt as he slowly strokes himself to your soft moans. “such a good girl, see what happens when you listen? feels nice, huh?”

“ah.. rafe—”

“shh, i got you. you just worry about playin’ with that pretty pussy n daddy’ll handle the rest, a’ight?”

maybe it wouldn’t hurt to skip reading for one night?

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[theobjectofmyobsession055]

Boothill x SingleParent!Reader: Lassos and Lullabies Chpt. 6

Me? Updating a fic twice within the same week? It just might be a sign of the end times lololol.

This chapter isn't super long, but I still really enjoyed writing it, and I hope y'all enjoy reading it! Please let me know what you think in the comments!

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Finally, finally, after weeks of tracking this big-wig IPC scumbag he finally had him right where he wanted him. Cornered, staring down the barrel of his gun. Boothill took a few slow, menacing steps towards him, cocking his pistol with a threatening click for effect. “Well, well, well, lookee what we have here. An’ here I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

The IPC exec’s back hit the wall, and he fell down onto the floor, scrambling backwards. “C-c-can’t we talk this out like civilized folks? I-if it’s money you want, you can have it! J-just please let me live!”

He clicked his tongue. “No can do, pardner. See, ‘mercy’ went off the table the second you sons of nice ladies decided to destroy my planet.” The man trembled violently in fear as the barrel of Boothill’s gun pressed up against his forehead. “Now, any last words ‘fore I blow yer brains out, muddle-fudger?”

“I-I—”

The sound of a familiar ringtone stopped him in his tracks, the cheery tune of some pop song playing from within Boothill’s pocket. His grip tightened on his gun. “Don’t move.” He fished his phone out of his pocket and checked the caller. Hot Momma. His nonexistent heart skipped. “I gotta take this.”

“But you—“

“Shut yer trap, I said I gotta take a call!” The exec shut right up as the barrel of his gun pressed further into his forehead. He swiped on the ‘accept’ button and brought the phone to his ear with his free hand. His voice was almost sickeningly sweet as he greeted her. “Hey sugar, whatcha need?”

Y/N’s soft voice came from the other side of the line, slightly distorted from the shitty reception. “Hi Boothill, is this a bad time?”

“Nah, never a bad time for you, doll.” He readjusted his grip on his gun and mouthed ‘not a word’ to the IPC exec.

“Good, good. Do you happen to know anything about animals?”

“Depends, what kinds ‘a things?” He knew his fair share about cattle and horses from his ranching days, but that was about it.

“Y’see, Lottie found this injured cat out in the parking lot, and I was wondering if you might know anything to help me nurse it back to health. I think it’s got a broken leg.”

He thought for a moment. He was always more of a dog person, but he remembered helping patch up the barn cats once or twice after a scuffle. “Sure, I’ll see what I can do. Just gotta finish takin’ out the trash then I’ll be right over.”

She let out a relieved sigh. “Thanks, Boothill, you’re the best.”

“Aw shucks, it’s nothin’. See ya soon, sugar.” He hung up and stuck his phone back in his pocket. His demeanor did a complete one-eighty as his eyes locked back onto his target. “Now, where were we?”

Amid his chattering teeth, the exec managed to stammer out with a mixture of confusion and fear, “…Y-you have a girlfriend?”

BANG!

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“Thank you so much for coming by on such short notice,” Y/N said as she ushered him into the apartment.

“S’no problem, don’t worry ‘bout it.” He waved away her thanks. “Now, where’s the little critter?”

She closed the door behind them, her brows pinched together in concern. “She’s in Lottie’s room. She’s not wanted to take her eyes off her, she’s real worried about the poor thing. I told her she probably just wants to rest, but she won’t hear it.” She sighed.

That melted his mechanical heart. “She’s a good kid. Lemme take a look an’ see what I can do. But don’t get yer hopes up, I’m no vet or nothin’.”

Y/N brought him to Charlotte’s room, where she sat on the bed looking into a large box. A quick peek into the box revealed a sleeping tabby cat. A closer look showed him that one of the cat’s hind legs was bent at an odd angle. Charlotte looked up at him with watery eyes. “Kitty gonna be okay?”

That look on her face tugged at his heart strings. He took another look at the cat, examining its injured leg closer, even as it woke up and growled in protest. He let out a low whistle. “Yup, it’s gotta broken leg alright. Doesn’t look too bad though, could be a lot worse. I can splint it, but you might wanna get her to a vet.” He turned towards Charlotte with a comforting smile. “Yeah, the kitty’s gonna be okay. Just gotta make sure we get her taken care of.”

Y/N let out a relieved sigh. “Oh thank goodness. Thank you so much. Do you think there’s anything else we could do to help in the meantime?”

“Hmm…” He thought for a moment, trying to remember any tricks from his ranching days. “Well, ya probably wanna give her a bath, make sure she doesn’t have any fleas or nothin’.”

“Bathtime!” Charlotte jumped off the bed, bouncing in excitement.

Y/N laughed. “Ah, so bathtime is fun unless it’s yours, huh? I see how it is.”

Charlotte giggled, the sound almost a little impish. It made Boothill smile. “I’d be willin’ to help out once I’ve got her all patched up, it can be hard tryna get a cat to take a bath.”

“That’d be appreciated,” Y/N said, looking up at him gratefully. “Can’t say I’ve bathed many cats in my life.”

He tipped his hat at her. “Not a problem, doll.”

The cat fought him a bit as he hooked her leg up into a sling, as expected, but she quickly realized that biting and scratching metal did more harm to her than to him. After checking to make sure their dish soap was safe for animals, the three of them huddled around the sink to give the cat a bath. Charlotte stood on a step stool to look into the sink, bouncing on the balls of her feet excitedly. She chanted in a little singsong voice, “Bathtime, bathtime, bathtime!” over and over again.

The cat hissed and snarled as Boothill carefully but firmly held her down so Y/N could rub soap into her fur. It took quite a bit of wrangling, but eventually they managed to get her cleaned up. But right as Boothill passed her off to Y/N to be dried off, she swiped at her, causing Y/N to cry out and recoil in pain.

Boothill immediately set the cat down and rushed to her side. Y/N hissed, clutching her bleeding hand to her chest. “Damn, she got me good.”

“Let me see,” he said, stern but not unkind. His circuits thrummed with adrenaline, his synthetic blood roaring in his ears. Why was he so on edge? It was just a scratch, he didn’t need to be as worried as he was.

But he was worried. Fuck, his hands nearly shook as he gently cradled her injured one to examine the scratch. The cat had dragged a nasty red line right down the center of her palm, fresh beads of bright red blood pooling in the creases of her hand. His ears rang as he stared at the blood dripping down her wrist, down, down, down, until the droplets hit the floor.

“Boothill? Hey, everything alright?”

Y/N’s voice snapped him out of his momentary trance. He hated the way he stuttered as he said, “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get ya cleaned up, make sure it don’t get infected.”

“Mama! You okay?!” Charlotte stood up on her tip toes and looked up at her mother, hugging her leg.

Y/N smiled down at her reassuringly. “Mama’s just fine, baby. The kitty just got scared and scratched me, is all, nothing to worry about.”

Boothill swallowed down the lump that had formed in his throat and guided Y/N back to the sink to run some clean water over the wound. She clenched her jaw a little as the cold water met her stinging skin. He gave her a sympathetic look. “I know, sugar, I know it ain’t pleasant. Trust me, I’ve taken care of all sorts of cuts and bruises in my day. I’ll take care of ya.”

He sat her down at the kitchen table with some bandages and a tube of antibiotic ointment. As he started dressing the cut with a cotton swab doused in the ointment, he shook his head and lightly chastised, “You gotta be more careful when handling an animal, darlin’, ‘specially one’s that’re injured. Ya never know how they’re gonna react, could end up being dangerous.”

Y/N hissed quietly through her teeth, cringing a little from the stinging sensation as he finished dressing the cut. Despite her discomfort, she grinned. “Right now with that ointment, I’m feeling like you’re the dangerous one. That stuff smarts.”

Boothill grew uncharacteristically quiet as he finished wrapping up her hand. Dangerous. Yeah. It was a quality of his he usually took pride in, all the better to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. But right now, sitting in Y/N and Charlotte’s small apartment, it felt… damning, almost, to be referred to as that. At the very least, it was an important reminder for him. He was dangerous, one of the most wanted men in the galaxy. He ought not forget that, lest… lest someone else he cares about gets hurt.

He stared down at Y/N’s bandaged hand, still cradling it in his larger, metal one. “…Maybe you should be scared of me, then,” he said softly.

She looked up at him for a moment, confused. Then, it was as if a light turned on behind her eyes. She slowly flipped her injured hand over and wrapped her fingers around his, squeezing ever-so gently. She gave him a small smile. “Maybe. But I’m not.”

His eyes snapped up to meet hers. Her gaze conveyed a genuine ease, but most of all, trust. She’d said it so easily, so nonchalantly, like it was just a given, like it didn’t mean anything at all. But it did mean something, at least to him it did. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had trusted him, not really. To be fair, he wasn’t exactly the kind of person who deserved it.

His eyes darted away from hers. For some reason, all that sincerity made his stomach turn. He let out a low chuckle and shook his head in disbelief. “Well, then you might just be even crazier than I am.”

Once Y/N’s hand was all taken care of, they went to go check on the cat. Charlotte quickly located it, tucked away in the far corner of the kitchen behind the fridge. The second it spotted them, its back arched and its still-wet fur puffed up, hissing and growling like no tomorrow. Boothill whistled lowly. “Well ain’t she madder than a wet hen? Might be best to leave her be for now.”

Even with the thing all coiled up like a rattlesnake, Charlotte looked at it with stars in her eyes. She tugged on Y/N’s skirt, looking up at her pleadingly. “Mama, can we keep kitty? Pretty please?”

Uncertainty crossed over Y/N’s face. She glanced over at Boothill, who just shrugged as if to say, ‘Your call.’ After a moment of hesitation, she sighed. “Oh alright, why not? I’ve always been a cat person anyways.”

Charlotte squealed with delight and squeezed her mother’s leg in a tight hug. “Yay!!! Thank you Mama!”

Y/N chuckled, looking down at her fondly as she ruffled her hair. “You’re welcome, baby. Do you know what you wanna name her?”

“Buttercup!” Charlotte chirped out immediately. Boothill wouldn’t be surprised if she’d been thinking about it since the second she discovered their snarling little friend.

He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “Buttercup, huh? Real sweet name for a thing that looks like it wants to bite all our heads off. You sure it ain’t feral?”

Y/N playfully elbowed him in the side. “Oh stop it, I think it’s cute. That’s a great name, sweetheart, Buttercup it is. How about later we go to the pet store and buy little miss Buttercup some treats and toys to welcome her to the family? Does that sound fun?”

Charlotte beamed up at her, nodding her head and bouncing on her toes excitedly.

The way Boothill ended his day was so vastly different from the way he started it that it was almost comical. From sneaking onboard an IPC ship and executing a top exec, to lounging on the couch with a little girl tucked into his side and a cat curled up in his lap. Oh, and not to mention the beautiful woman sitting right beside him, looking as content as could be as she watched her daughter snuggle up to him. It was almost like…

No, he dared not even think it. That was a dangerous thought for someone like him. But even so, that didn’t mean he couldn’t let himself enjoy this rare moment of peace in his chaotic life. It didn’t need to go any deeper than that. And for now, that was enough.

[tastierwithsweetiecritters]

Critter Ship Fun

So while our group was talking about the critter ships we have we realized that Foodcoloring are both ice creams, CuddleJump has chocolate on them, StarStudent are batter treats, and DayNap have a spice in their treat.

One of our Members, @bo-bo-bean, came up with this clever wording, “Foodcoloring melt for each other, CuddleJump is smooth, rich love, StarStudent has foundation, and DayNap have that kick of romance!”

He also came up with funny and cute scripts of our ships, take a look:

DayNap:

DogDough, sipping coffee: ... Mm. Too bitter. kisses CatCrumb's cheek and sips coffee again. Aaaugh too sweet!

FoodColoring:

Sticky, making cupcakes with Crafty: Hey! Almost done decorating? Crafty: Almost...! I'm just painting the world on this fondant... Sticky: Oh lemme see! sees herself on the cupcake That's me? Crafty: Mmhmm!

CubbleJump:

Hoppy: Sometimes, you gotta stop and kiss the roses Bobby: Pfft, Hoppy! It's SMELL the ros- Hoppy: takes her hand and kisses it Hey, everyone does it their own way. This works for me better

StarStudent:

Bubba: Do I smell something burning? Kickin: Just my love for you...~ Bubba: ... Kickin: ... And Sticky stole CatCrumb's chocolates In the background: CatCrumb giving Sticky nightmares

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

req'd by @abowlofcurry

pet tax everyone, lemme see them critters bundled up

text: Burrito all your critters

[kokoroisbleeding]

plsplspls i love your art SO MUCH AAAAA /vpos

does your oc/sona have an official ref? i really wanna draw em because i like their design and they just seem like such a silly critter and i wanna pat em on the head shdbhs :]

also obligatory hello and hope you've been doing well! i love seeing your art in my timeline,,, :3

it's so gorgeous 😭😭

Yes they have! Also, thank you!! I apologize for being inactive (again), I got into an accident that involved my hand. Thank God it's not my right arm BUT FEAR NOT, I AM RECOVERING WELL <(U√U)>

I've been doing well these days, I hope you are too!! 💖💖

Lemme link my OC refs here: 1, 2, 3

Again, sorry for being inactive AAAAA😭 It makes me feel really guilty for not posting for a long time

[doppel-doodles]

How would the critters comfort someone?

Catnap edition🌙

Kinda developing my own spin on the toon critters, so I figure this might be a cute series to explore how they handle different situations!

While I think this Catnap is still good at soothing people, that's only true if he is putting folks to sleep actually calming down someone with the goal of keeping them awake just makes my guy panic-

Follow to see the rest and lemme know what critter you want to see next!:>

[universallydestinytaco]

The Little Smiling Mermaid (Chapter 6)

🌊 THANK YOU to all my 150 followers! Sorry, I didn’t get to draw an illustration this week BUT the wonderful @oskidontle had blessed me with this lovely fanart of Mer!Pim (thank you again), Please follow them and check out their own awesome Smiling Mermaids AU!✨

Charlie and Mipnessa got along swimmingly enough for two people who just met each other that day…unless, Charlie pondered, if they just-so happen to have already met! Charlie took note of how Mipnessa vaguely resembled the mystery person of whom he recalled rescuing him that morning…and while he wasn’t quite sure at first, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to try and potentially refresh her memory; He also had a string gut feeling that it wouldn’t be wise to potentially out her as one of the elusive merfolk out of politeness….if not being proven wrong and labeled as a silly-hearted daydream-believer. Charlie ran back to his quarters to swipe the green cloak that was left behind to gently fold it up, then he started rummaging through his closet for a perfectly-sized decorative shoebox to place inside of as a grandiose gesture to Mipnessa before running back to bequeath the gift. “Y’know I have a funny hunch that this is something you’d totally look great in.” The flattered Mipnessa giggled in response: “Showering me with gifts already? You must take a fancy to me.” Feeling overwhelmed with butterflies in his stomach, Charlie blushed with a nervous grin. Mipnessa opened the box and held up the cloak, while she admired the deep emerald green shade, she couldn’t exactly pinpoint what fabric was used for it or could she figure out why it smelled like the brine of clam chowder. “It’s beautiful, and it matches my dress way better than the shawl I’m wearing too.” Charlie replied with a fairly obvious double-meaning: “A match made in heaven.” as he held her hand and proposed: “Perfect for an atmospheric afternoon-to-evening stroll, lemme show you to the outskirts of the palace, the sunset views are amazing out there!”

Meanwhile, Alan had just caught up with the rest of the party as an eagerly-lovestruck Pim alongside a curious Glep followed Graham Nelly to the crisp shore nearby Prince Charlie’s castle. “I can’t wait to see his cute face again!” Pim squealed in delight while fidgeting his hands, Alan sternly reminded him with a business-like tone to mask his anxiety: “We’re here to fetch back your cloak, so that nobody could recognize you and drag you back to that toxic, discourse-infested mess of a palace; We also really shouldn’t stay up here for too long lest we want to be some crazed stowaway’s four-course meal.” Pim’s glee briefly turned into annoyance as he was tempted to roll his eyes at his paranoid friend’s repetitive jargon had it not been for the fact that unlike his family, Alan’s “survival mode”-demeanor was out of genuine concern and love rather than blind bigotry over land folk. When the group made it to their destination, they would come to find that much to their surprise, Charlie was indeed out-and-about, bringing an unexpected guest with him for a neat little walk by the sparkling sapphire waves. While the party of sea critters hid behind the conveniently large rock while observing the scene from a far, they all quickly took notice that the lady accompanying Charlie was wearing an accessory all too familiar to Pim, who shook his head in disbelief before taking another look to find that Charlie was clearly flirting with with her as well. While Alan started discussing a plan to swipe the cloak with Graham, Glep took notice how his buddy Pim was doing. “My cloak…” Pim quietly uttered while overwhelmed with a flurry of mixed emotions, flashing between shock, confusion, hurt feelings and jealously all boiling down into unbridled fury. Glep never saw Pim this angry since that time he was just a teenager and his sister Amy tore the lock on his diary and blurted out all his secrets, including who he was crushing on at the time. Something REALLY must have struck a cord with the usually understanding and compassionate mercritter…

Graham proposed: “We could, like, wrangle a bunch of dolphins together to create a huuuuge wave and splash it right on her so that Prince guy can offer to hang it up for her and when they leave we can snag it from a clothes line, concrete plan!” Alan argued in a snippy-yet-monotone inflection: “Yeah but there’s no clothes line anywhere near water, besides, it would take us all night to achieve that plan anyways.” Graham then got another bright idea: “I know JUST the thing, dude. I have in my collection and it’s this neat tool called a grappling hook! It’s what land folks use to retrieve items from far-away.“ Alan rolled his eyes with an exasperated yawn. “Oh really? Go off I guess.” Graham happily explained: “It’s this long-ass stick with a string attached and at the end of the string it’s a hook! and you toss it far enough and the hook catches-“ he was cut off by a loud, panicked gasp from the horrified Alan, who furiously chided Graham while using his claws as gestures to express his disgust: “You keep a literal weapon used for catching and eating our kind?!! What in Davy Jones’ locker is the matter with you?!” Graham casually shrugged, replying: “I’ve only ever seen something like this being used to catch fish only to throw them back, like they kept catching fish but it’s obvious that she was trying to retrieve something she lost down there.” Alan stood there dumbfounded with his left eye twitching for a few seconds, until he broke silence with a sigh with one claw on his face, “Look, It would just be easier for one of us to sneak up to that lady and quietly snag the cloak away from her.” Graham cheered: “That’s it!” Alan realized exactly what he had in mind and groaned: “Alright, I understand now that I have to put my big-boy shell on.” Glep piped up: “Eskewazebewaboyo!”, Pim’s face perked up at the suggestion. Graham agreed: “Hell yeah! They’ll be too distracted to notice Alan, they’ll be all like: Oh, where is that heavenly sound coming from? Ha! It’ll be a synch!” Alan gulped, “Well, here goes nothing.”

During the conversions Charlie ignited while subtly prying for clues, he had realized that Mipnessa wasn’t the mystery critter. First off, she knew how to swim but preferred to go sailing over swimming. Second she does sing but her voice was rather different from what he had in mind BUT she did play the lute well. Lastly and most glaringly obvious of all was that she had just embarked on Eustace’s ship at the same time the rescue took place and was still miles away from Gremblonia. That being said, Charlie was perfectly content with having Mipnessa as a bride, she may have not been an exotic dream girl but she was a charmingly meek and proper lady whose lute could harmonize well with his ocarina! “You know Mipnessa, I could take you sailing on our ship and go on one of my wild adventures out at sea, maybe we’ll take on a kraken or get into a gang fight with pirates.” Charlie proposed in a suave tone, in response Mipnessa sheepishly loosened up the green cloak ‘round her shoulders, replying: “…y’know, maybe I would like that.” for a brief moment that felt like forever, the two locked eyes and gazed at each other’s presence for what felt like forever. As the sunset started melting into nighttime, the most angelic voice made it’s way to the couple’s eardrums, snapping them out of their trance. Charlie started running around frantically looking for the sound as Mipnessa’s curiosity peaked, joining him as she didn’t pay any mind to Alan’s pincer clinging onto the cloak slipping off of her shoulders. Once the cloak was freed from Mipnessa’s grasp, Alan scurried back fast he could before they’d notice. Meanwhile back behind “home base”, Pim peaking behind as he vocalized his feelings with a warm, sweet a capella with a noticeable tang of seductive amour and just a hint of bitter jealousy; This was Pim’s subtly, classy way of saying out-loud: “That boy is MINE, you got nothing on me you basic bitch!!”. Just as Alan made it to just inches away from water, the lobster tripped on a pebble and got tangled up in the shawl and tried to wriggle his way out. Pim took notice, stopped what he was doing and immediately swam to the scene to finish the job.

Just then Mipnessa realized something was missing. “Oh dear, my cloak!” Charlie blushed upon seeing Mipnessa’s curvy frame accentuated by her sleeveless dress, but quickly snapped out of it. “D-don’t worry, it’s probably back where we left off.” Charlie stumbled back to where he and Mipnessa where viewing the sunset, what he discovered was more than just the cloak itself: it was none other than the mystery critter who rescued him, half-submerged in water while clad in a seashell bra, freeing what looked like a lobster that somehow got trapped inside before taking back what was rightfully theirs. Charlie stood there and froze in shock, asking himself if he was just seeing things or he was trapped in some sort of dream, as he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, the mystery critter already vanished. A tinge of guilt filled Charlie’s heart, as he wished he could have apologized for giving her cloak away, but his thoughts broke as Mipnessa was calling for him to return. Charlie ran back and tried to explain what happened but all that came out was nervous gibberish that Mipnessa initially assumed was Spammish, until he blurted: “Damn lobster made off with the cloak!!” while shaking his fist. Mipnessa giggled: “Duke Eustace was right, you are a washed-up mess of a boy!” Charlie once again froze, embarrassed, until she nudged him a with a smile and reassurance: “At least you’re not some stuck-up old prune.”

~ Damien (and the rest of the search party) spent two days looking for Pim with a nagging conscience, he swore to Neptune if he found his littlest sibling, he’d work hard on being a better brother overall. Ironically, he found a patch of sea flowers to rest upon for the night, just as he was about to lie down he saw a short, cloaked figure picking the flowers, presumably for herbal use. “Pimberly, is that you?!” All he got in response was the laughter belonging to an elderly-sounding sea critter. “Oh deary, I’m afraid I’m not the lost Princess, I’m just an old botanist making medicine.” Damien’s heart sank, his pink skin turning grey at the reveal. “But, I have seen Princess Pimberly ‘round these corners.” Damien’s eyes widened with relief, begging: “Please, tell me where!” The old wisenheimer gave a concerning hint: “I’ve seen the Princess swimming in-and-out of this grotto hauling a satchel full of the most WORTHLESS crap!” Damien pressed for more answers: “So, where is this grotto?”

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Chapter 7 Coming August 9th

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Whumpee who is kept in a room that's too bright or a room that's fully dark?

-- @whumporama

Hey magnificent Anon, lemme know if you want to be fix, elaborate, or change any part. HOPE YOU ENJOY!! (Not proof read)

IN THE DARK

Whumpee kept their head buried in their knees, not that it made a difference. They couldn’t see past their arm, the inky darkness of the room blinding them. They had stopped flinching away from the squealing of mice and the scuttering of roaches, only reacting when they tried crawling up their still body. Whumpee didn’t bother wiping away the tears on their face as their fingers dug into their legs, letting out a quiet sob. “Whumper….Please, i promise i’ll listen, i’ll look at you when you tell me to” They whispered, knowing he was somewhere outside the room and fully well able to hear them. “WHUMPER PLEASE” They begged, covering their mouth as they yelled, making sure nothing took the opportunity to jump in. “WHUMPER!” They shrieked, shuffling towards the door and letting out a desperate cry as their feet crunched down on a pile of scattering critters, a few flying onto their legs. They shook desperately, chest heaving as they tried to shoo a few away “WHUMPER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE” They gripped the door handle, another roach attaching itself to Whumpee’s wrist as a rat crawled over their foot. Bile rose in their throat, Whumpee’s entire body shaking violently as they tried their best to not attract any more attention to themselves, staying entirely still. “W-whumper please i’ll-” Their promises were cut off as they heard Whumper chuckle beyond the door “ The maggots get to you yet?” He mused, voice full of pure enjoyment. “WHUMPER PLEASE” Whumpee cried out again “DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!! I SWEAR I WONT TRY TO STOP YOU! I SWEAR” Silence before the door creaked open, light flooding their eyes as multiple pairs of gloved hands pulled them out, undoubtedly Whumper’s henchmen.

IN THE LIGHT

Whumpee let out a groan, digging their knuckles into their eyes as they tried rubbing away the dancing spots. They fell onto their stomach, pressing their face into the white tile of the room, trying to block out the light that reflected off all the mirrored walls. “WHUMPER OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR” They demanded, it was this same attitude that had gotten them into this mess. They had threatened to stab out Whumper’s eyes, to blind them, and this was their punishment, slowly making them visually impaired while driving them mad, it was a 2 in 1 bonus! Not more than a few hours in, Whumpee began biting at their hand, trying to see something other than the impossible bright light, they bit till they drew blood, but even that wasn't enough. They covered their eyes with their palms, checking how much they could reduce the light. They closed their eyes as they paced around the room, letting their hair fall over their face and give them the slightest amount of shielding. “WHUMPER COMEONE” They had begun calling out, having conversation with seemingly noone “YOU KNOW I WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO ANYWAYS…..I-....WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE YOU IF I’M BLIND. WON’T GET TO SEE THE SCARS AND BRUISES” They tried bargaining, hoping to no avail something would get Whumper to open the door. Not much later, they began crying into their arms, frustration building as the lights seemingly got brighter, no matter how they buried their face or wrapped their arms, there was always a beam of it peeking out from somewhere. They began punching at the mirrors in a crazed haze, uselessly tossing up the shards in a hope to crack the lights. They gave up about half an hour in, Whumper’s footsteps shuffling just beyond the door. Whumpee poked their head up, the door creaking open as Whumper entered. Whumpee stared at him, his blurred figure, tears welling in their eyes as they realized they couldn’t see him properly. They let out a whimper, rubbing at their eyes, hoping it would help them distinguish the blurred figure towering over them.

[friendlyrandomperson]

Nice to meet you again.

Part twenty-three!!

The next practice runs extremely smoothly, with Eddie actually getting praise and given a few speaking lines in moments Sally agreed were a bit empty.

At the end of the practice, while everyone packs their things and says their goodbyes, the leads sit on the stage and Eddie stays by the snack table, having been told by Sally to stand there.

Sally approaches the stage and dramatically clicks her tongue.

“Franklin, Dear, I am very disappointed in you.”

“Wha- Why?!”

“You keep slipping up!”

“Why did you not say—“

“A tut-tut! Mail- Mr. Dear will have to assist you again, I suppose. Juliet, darling, you did phenomenal!!”

Sally skips over to Julie, taking her hand and helping her off of the stage before walking her towards the door.

“Come along, darling, you must accompany me for a movie in my home tonight.”

Julie’s soft giggles fill the room as the two leave Frank and Eddie alone, both sitting on the stage confused and quite warm in the face.

Frank did not make a singular mistake during this practice; after all, he has to impress Eddie, they worked so hard for him to get this part!!

“Why do I have to stay behind again?”

“Well, I uh.. heh, I s’pose we should look over your script?”

Frank clears his throat, standing right after and holding his hand out to help Eddie stand as well.

“I suppose we should.”

“Where did I go wrong?”

“Well… t’be frank with you, Frank, I’m not all that sure myself!”

“Could you go call Sally and see what exactly she wants me to do?”

“Well I wouldn’t wanna bother her..”

“Please, Eddie?”

“Lemme go see if Miss Starlet knows.”

Eddie runs off to the bright yellow phone propped on the wall, dialing Sally’s number and standing there, rubbing the cord inbetween his fingertips.

“Hello, Sally Starlet speaking.”

“Hello, Miss Starlet, I am so sorry to be interupptin’ you—“

“No need for apologies, Dear, what do you need?”

Still not used to this kindness from the star, Eddie takes a deep breath before explaining.

“Well, you see… Frank has just about as much of a clue ‘bout his messups as I have ‘bout critters, and he wants to know what he should be doin’ different.”

“Oh, simple. Tell him this…”

Frank sits on the stage swinging his legs side to side, admiring the man across the room. His fiery red hair, his kind eyes that had a sparkle in them as bright as his personality, his voice so calm and so sweet.

“Well, she said we’ve gotta go through the entire play ‘cause you couldn’t get yer head on straight.”

The man puts quotes around “Couldn’t get yer head on straight”, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head.

“It’s a darn shame too, I thought chu did real nice out there.”

Frank’s head spins rapidly after this comment, causing Eddie to run over and spend ten minutes getting Frank’s head to stay on.

Eddie chuckles as he remembers the four other times Frank had this happen that day.

“Heh, s’pose that’s what she meant.”

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“Having you play every role aside from mine clearly is not working.”

Eddie stands hunched over, his hands on his knees as he wheezes slightly, his legs shaking.

Eddie attempts to stand upright, straightening his back and losing his balance.

“You can’t even stand upright on your ow-WOAH!!”

Frank sprints over to Eddie just before he falls backward, grabbing his tie and toppling down with him.

Frank’s face lands flat on Eddie’s chest, one hand still gripping the taller man’s tie, the other flat on the floor in the space inbetween Eddie’s arm and waist.

“Hoo, you alright there, Frank?”

Frank feels Eddie’s hand press against his upper back, meant to be a friendly gesture he’s sure. Nonetheless, it sends his heart and mind racing.

“Frank? You feelin’ okay?”

Eddie sits up, not removing his hand, instead placing his other one on Frank’s shoulder.

This feels… close. The feel of the entomologist in his lap, his hands on his shoulder and back, the soft red tint to Frank’s cheeks Eddie always adored.

Something about this makes him feel very special. It’s rare to have any physical contact with him unless you are Julie, as he is not a very touchy person.

He doesn’t mind physical contact, no, he simply prefers gift giving as his means of affection. He’s more than willing to give a comforting hand to someone that requests it; all they need to do is ask.

Frank blinks three times before his brain catches up to the situation, his cheeks suddenly bursting into flames.

He pushes himself away, avoiding the other’s eyes as he stands and extends his hand.

“My apologies, Eddie, let me help you up.”

[puddin-dear]

Therian v Furry? I didn't start hearing Therian until my trans nephew started calling itself one, is there a meaningful difference?

There is a difference! Hear lemme help you out in understanding these terms!

Furry

A furry is someone who has an interest in anthropomorphic animals. Such as dogs that talk and walk on two feet.

Furries express themselves in a range of ways. Such as wearing fursuits (a costume based off a fursona- or a furry OC/persona), creating art of fursonas, watching furry media, or simply just admiring other furries works.

Theres no requirement to being a furry, except for just wanting to.

Being a furry is a hobby, its not an identity in the way being queer (for example) is, but an identity in the way being part of a fandom is.

Therian

Therians are folks who identify as animals on a spiritual, psychological or physical level (though physical also plays into being non-human, which is another identity.)

Therians are folks who find themselves not being only/fully human. Whether because they believe that they have a connection and bond to a previous life or because they find themselves mentally thinking like/seeing themselves as/being an animal.

Therianthropy can be a result of plenty of things such as Imprinting on an animal at a young age and then growing up identifying with/as one, a way to cope with trauma, a result of a delusion, a spiritual belief, a religious belief, etc.

Theres a wide variety of reasons for being a therian.

Therianthropy is a subgenre of Alterhumanity, which is an umbrella term for all the ‘not totally normally human’ kinda identities. Which are too complex to explain in this post, but if you feel like diving into it, feel free to ask for resources that can explain the complexities better than I can!

Therianthropy is an identity sort of in the way being queer is

Furry is an identity based off a fandom

At the end of the day both Therians and Furries still live their lives the same as everyone else, just with slightly altered experiences. Neither group would bark or snarl like a rabid dog at a random person because of their identities.

Wishing you and your nephew well! feel free to ask for any ways you can support it :3 We’d be glad to help!

(and if any fellow critters want to rephrase anything I said or add to this, feel free. Hopefully nothing I said is off, I just woke up lmao)