#non bap

[unchainedclaws]

*smacks you with my wing* *smacks you with my wing* *smacks you with my wing* *smacks you with my wing* *smacks you with my-

[sparkdoesart]

I'm not opted into boops so i'm basically just sitting here in the crowd "eating" "popcorn" while watching you be booped by all manner of creature

Fynnnnnnnnn helpppp i keep getting booped and bapped agugshdhdudhdjdn

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

#(also i fear op has made the fatal mistake of not specifying that this is a distinctly british debate)#(on a site where america is the default)

important tags via @meneatyoghurt

it's delicious...

they're used for chips, fries, sandwiches, and crisps...

but everyone, i swear, has a different name...

this is the greatest bread debate of all time...

[nerd-who-likes-cats]

My computer is set to cycle through different backgrounds every hour or so, and I'm just noticing that 5 out of the 6 backgrounds it can change to, are Twisted Wonderland related. I offer myself variety and still choose twst most of the time.

[tiredthing-idk]

The ask game 2 posts down /vsilly (haven't finished reading your response yet cuz I wanted tell you)

OOOH YAYAYAYA Y POS THING HOLDON SORRY. AM EXPERIENCING MENTAL DISTRWSS RHINGS I SHALL CHECK THAT. Aaaaaa holdon one sec yayayayaay im so normal en beain mess

YESYESYESYESYES ROT TOGETHER PLSPLSPLS YAY <3. WE CAN BITH HAND OUT AS CORPSES EOTTING ND FLOATY NON PHYSICAL SOMETHING WITHOUT PAINS AND SENSATIONS.

[ssaalexblake]

the only issue i have with the burger discourse that has plagued tumblr the past few days is that it's made me realise that even I do not know what my personal definition of a Bap is, and I do hate that.

where does the humble bap fall in all of this

[pulsar-1919]

Tabby one has been dubbed Naoise!

My heart is whole again

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for qwertynerd97 behind the cut; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.  (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Pa finishes closing up the barn doors and then beckons Kara after him, and she follows him into the house much earlier than they’d normally go inside. Kal is sitting on the sitting room rug playing with his stuffed Krypto, and Ma is flitting around the house and seems to be doing different chores from usual too. She’s collected an odd assortment of things on the table in the kitchen–a box of fat white wax cylinders and a bigger metal cylinder with a clear flat lens at one end but no accompanying lens to see through on the other, and a small square-shaped metal device with a metal spiral on top and a dial on its side, and also some strange-smelling metal cans sitting on the floor next to the “fridd”. There’s a few other things scattered around the kitchen and living room that Kara doesn’t recognize or know the purpose of, but she doesn’t really know what to think of any of them. 

They’re just, well–things.

Kara’s getting used to not knowing what things are. Getting used to the constant sense of disorientation, the confusion, the displacement; the feeling of everything always being alien. Nothing ever being familiar. Nothing ever feeling–

She’s getting used to all that. Yes. 

She doesn’t have a choice about it, because nothing will ever be familiar again. 

Nothing ever can be familiar again, because the only thing left of their “familiar” is her and Kal and some smashed wreckage and a few crystals. 

And Kal won’t even know the difference in the end, assuming he even knows the difference now.

He’s never cried for Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor the way she expected him to. Never . . . 

She’d thought he’d cry for them. Thought he’d be inconsolable without them. Thought the grief would come for him too, and the loss and frustration and need, and . . . 

She doesn’t even know if he cares they’re gone. 

He–cares, she tells herself; of course he cares. He . . . he must. 

( if he knows. if he understands. if he even REMEMBERS them, remembers ANYTHING, remembers– )

Kara makes herself smile for Kal as she crosses the living room and crouches down beside him to check on him. He’s playing with his stuffed Krypto, still, and a few of the set of painted wooden cubes that Ma and Pa like to stack for him and he likes to knock over are scattered around him, along with the soft little patchwork blanket Ma gave him. He seems happy, and unconcerned with anything else. He babbles at her and baps his Krypto against her face. She tries not to concentrate on the flat, toneless register his babbling keeps slipping into; the way he’s clearly imitating the aliens’ language more than he is Kryptonian. 

“Krippo! Krippo!” Kal announces excitedly, and Kara doesn’t concentrate on the missing notes in his voice. 

Or on his accent on the word “Krypto”, and how close it is to the way Ma and Pa say it. 

“Hi, Krypto,” she says, poking his soft stuffed nose gently in return. Kal giggles and baps her harder. 

“Krippo Krippo!” he says happily, and then–“Krippo pie!” 

He means he wants a snack, she knows. Kal’s started doing things like that; suggests “feeding” Krypto when he’s hungry or wants something to eat himself. “Krippo up” and “Krippo out” are both new additions to his vocabulary too. He uses words almost as much as he chimes, even, or even uses any other calls at all. 

She didn’t know he’d start talking so quickly. Just–after the first few words, he got to phrases much quicker than she expected, so simple sentences probably aren’t too far away either. Which–Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor are both–were both brilliant, obviously, so she supposes she shouldn’t be surprised. Though she doesn’t really know how quickly most babies learn either, so maybe it’s not even as quick as it feels to her. 

Just–it feels so fast. He couldn’t talk at all when they got here. He’s taller than when they got here. Taller and broader and heavier and better at using his hands, and crawling better and better and even pulling himself up to standing against the furniture, sometimes. She’s seen him try to take steps with its support, even, though he hasn’t quite figured it out yet and she usually has to catch or steady him before he can fall. Even his hair’s grown a little, and it’s curling more and more. 

It’s . . . it’s been so much change in him, it feels like. So much change that Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor never saw, and never will. So much more change to come that they’ll never, ever know about. He never said a word to either of them. He never . . . never . . . 

Someday he’ll be grown enough they wouldn’t even recognize him if they saw him. If they could see him, she means. 

But they can’t, of course. 

Kara makes herself keep smiling for him and picks up a couple of the cubes to stack up for him too. They're brightly-colored, at least for this planet–almost nothing here seems to be quite as intensely saturated as anything back home was, and it’s all just as flat as the alien’s voices. There’s no iridescence to the whites, no texture or shimmer in the blacks, and all the other colors are just one or two-note hues at best. 

The little yellow sun’s light is as layered as a nebula, still holding little glimpses of its past bright white youth and already glimpses of its future powerful red maturity, but mostly just a thousand shades of swirling, burning yellow shining with eager purpose and promise and depth, but that’s the only thing. Everything else is just . . . flat. 

Sometimes it makes Kara feel like she isn’t even real. Like the aliens and their planet aren’t even real, and she’s dreaming all this in stasis as her ship chases Kal’s across the stars. 

Or she’s dreaming all this as their whole world burns down and falls apart and self-immolates in the last moments of her life, with no hope or chance at survival at all. 

She stacks another couple of cubes into a tower. Kal knocks it over with his Krypto, and laughs in delight as it falls apart. 

It doesn’t burn, but Kara can taste ash in her mouth anyway. 

[wren-kitchens]

simply having a wonderful christmastime

a bit of a gempearl drabble, because I wanted to do a little something. tis the season after all HKDHS

664 words, mentions of alcohol

pearl bumps into her, all bubbly laughter and not-quite-sober grins, with tinsel thrown  around her neck like a scarf. her cheeks are flushed with pleasure and heat and whatever it is that she's been drinking all night, and in all honesty, it is gorgeous. of course, everything about pearl is gorgeous, but- well, gem is a little tipsy herself, and she's finding that she's beginning to notice every little detail about pearl all over again. it's definitely a blessing- a christmas miracle, if you will. 

christmas parties on hermitcraft are always a blast, but there's something very distinct about just finishing a death game in time to get drunk and dance and eat far too many sweet things on christmas night with your best friends. and of course, new faces can never hurt—joel and etho have been talking (maybe flirting? impossible to say with those two) by the snack table for hours, and skizz has spared no time in pulling impulse (and anyone else he can convince, but mostly impulse) into the silliest dances gem has ever seen. jokes about snails and superpowers are exchanged every so often, and gem's chest is warm with laughter at both the inside jokes and the confusion on the non-lifer hermits' faces. 

gem has definitely eaten more than her fill of christmas cookies, and is feeling faintly sick, but she's not about to let that stop her from spinning pearl around teasingly. the way pearl leans back to laugh so openly is worth any kind of nausea from excess gingerbread. 

"you’re certainly merry." gem catches pearl's arms as she stumbles a little, grinning. "happy christmas."

"it's christmas!" pearl cheers, half giggling as she talks. void, she's beautiful. "you smell like cookies."

gem laughs, and pearl's smile widens as she watches intently. her stomach flips, and it's entirely unrelated to the desserts. "yeah- i’ve had a few too many." she baps pearl on the nose. "and it looks like you’ve had a few too many drinks."

pearl scoffs, waving an arm (almost hitting gem in the face in the process, which kind of disproves her point). "i’m not drunk. i’m happy- i’m with gem!"

yeah, gem really loves these christmas parties. "okay, sweetheart." she teases, enjoying the way pearl blushes. 

"okay- i’m very drunk." pearl admits, and gem laughs. "but I am happy. and because you just- you look like the sun." she lifts a hand to cup gem's face, stroking her cheek.

gem can’t help but melt into her, face flushing in a way that would definitely be a lot more embarrassing if she was that little bit more sober. "pearl.."

in that endearing way she does, pearl tilts her head ever so slightly to the side. "that's me. what is it?"

maybe it's that pretty little smile pearl has been wearing this whole conversation, but gem feels as if she's somehow more intoxicated than she was a few moments ago, and- well, words seem far less important than kissing. so that's what she does. 

pearl kisses back readily, and gem remembers distantly pearl telling her that she can always tell when she wants to kiss her, because she gets this- this look in her eyes. whatever that means. it's one of those things that makes gem smile every time she remembers it, because- pearl knows her so well, doesn't she? how lucky gem is to have her. 

gem pulls away, if only to see that brief second where pearl blinks, regaining her composure. she can’t help grinning—she's so beautiful. 

"no mistletoe here." pearl teases, flicking at gem's hair. her hand is on gem's waist, and it's just lovely. void, gem is so lucky. and kinda drunk. 

"do we have to go find some," gem leans in again, and pearl's eyes flick to her lips in a way that makes her heart swell. "or can I just kiss you again?"

pearl hums, her nose brushing gem's. "y’know, I think i'll let it slide."

[transfemme-shelterdog]

Anytime I read your posts I just have this image in my mind of like a non anthropomorphic not furrified or anything wolf bapping the keys on like an old macintosh to tell the world how much she loves trans men and whatnot

It makes my day keep it up

[neoarchipelago]

Just wanted to say that i Just binge read your red panda! Reader au, and i love it <3

And i feel like in some point if someone is annoying us we will literally jump on one of the boys

(Can i be 💛?)

I had a similar ask from 🫧! (You can totally be 💛!!!)

Red panda!reader is usually non violent. Expect for the bapping, the getting to a higher place to yell and scold. Obviously she's still had the usual physical and combat training so, reader knows how to defend themselves!

Reader is often surrounded by at least one of the boys but when she escapes their line of sight, trying to find a napping place she sometimes has to face the situation on her own.

There will always be the hybrids who are flirtatious. The little shoulder bumps to scent you or the plain eye fuck sometimes. You try to ignore it but some hybrids tend to forget the four hulking boys that usually surround you as soon as they see you all alone. You hate the audacity of some of them.

So, it was obvious that at some point, you'd snap.

You were walking around the gym, the boys on a training drill. You were on your own, doing your little routine until you felt a hand grab your headphones from behind and yank them off your head. You immediately spun around, furr standing on end.

"What are you doing?!" You yelled.

The shit eating grin of the hybrid was disgusting. It smelled of a hyena hybrid, nauseating.

"What you doing here alone fluffy thing?" He flirted.

You didn't recall seeing this man on base before. The tension in the gym had risen, the rest of the recruits eyeing the situation. Some were shaking their heads, knowing all too well that you were the no touching plushie of task force 141.

"Don't call me fluffy. And give me back my headphones." You snarled slightly, a little growl at the back of your throat.

"Oh, she's feisty." He grinned.

You noticed another recruit approaching from the corner of your eye.

"Dude. Leave her alone. You shouldn't do that." The recruit tried.

But the man in front of you just growled in threat.

"You're going to get fucked up by 141." The recruit warned a last time.

"I don't give a shit about those pussies, I'll sink my teeth in their necks if-"

You had seen red. You didn't exactly know how you just leaped forward, body smashing the man to the ground, biting, scratching and punching. He was insulting the boys! Your boys!! How dare he?!

The recruits were too scared to actually touch you, letting the attack almost last a long minute.

But when the man gained his senses and tried to overpower you, the recruit who tried to put some sense into the man grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back.

The growls and yaps coming from you made you look slightly feral. You didn't even notice the boys had been called until you smelt their scent as they rushed to you. The recruit let go of you as soon as Soap tried to reach for you. You were surrounded by his smell, fresh and soft, powerful but smooth. You were still slowly growling in his arms as he brushed a hand over your head, scratching behind your fluffy ears.

Later you were sat in the rec room, the boys surrounding you. You were ready to be scolded, only to be put in front of a large fluffy and creamy bamboo cake. Your eyes were wide in shock, slightly hungry but emotional over the situation.

"You did very good darlin' " Price complimented.

"Ferocious thang ya are!" Soap cooed.

"We're proud of you sweetheart." Gaz added with the softest look.

"Good girl. Next time go for the neck-"

"Ghost..." Price warned.

You giggled at that, slightly blushing, happy that the boys were proud. Did they know the reason of why you snapped? Didn't matter. They were proud of you, and you were happy about that!

Of course it's not always like that. Since the boys are usually overprotective and don't like leaving you alone too long, they're usually the ones to interfere if they feel like things get out of hand. You sometimes take advantage of it, running to hide behind Ghost, only unlocking another level of protectiveness of the man that's almost terrifying to you.

He's not even big on PDA, but after either yelling or punching the threat, he'll hold you to his chest, making you feel the safest ever.

Price would only threaten, his voice alone and glance are enough to scare anyone away. Even his smile could be terrifying with a certain tone of voice.

Gaz will humiliate the threat. He won't hesitate to be physical but mentally putting it down, making them run away in shame was much more funnier to him.

Soap is hot blooded. If he even sees you run to him, he's not thinking. He's only putting two and two together and he's gone.

[mythosandthemorbid]

STRADE YCH’S ARE NOW AVAILABLE IN MY KO-FI SHOP!!

BAP! direct links :3

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Previews:

(The finished product will be fully colored and shaded, each ych is $20. If you think this is expensive keep in mind my other listings for fully finished non-chibi pieces are 70-80 dollars lmao)

Also PLEASE don’t take the preview image and try to use it as a base. I can understand not being able to afford something like this, I myself am only making money off my art because I need the extra money to afford my prescriptions and pay rent. I understand not having the funds, but it still stands that it isn’t any reason for you to disrespect me as an artist and take away any potential earnings I could get. It’s hard enough for me as is, please don’t make it any harder.

[amityahasfanartnowapparently]

That Time Fox's Fat Tits Saved The Galaxy - Chapter 8 - Amity Ax - (INTRO ONLY)

Hello! Chapter 8 is still very very VERY much in progress, but I got inspired to release the first two pages early. Think of it as an early holiday present :D

If you'd rather save it for when the whole chapter is out on ao3, DON'T look under the cut ;)

Also DISCLAIMER: this intro is liable to change at some point while I'm editing everything else. And consider all the tags in my fic applicable to this post too. You've been warned.

DroidBoy6969:

ok, like, I get why everybody is talking about the tits. I really do. don’t get me wrong, they’re great tits!! but that ass needs some appreciation too! Just LOOK at it! the MUSCLES, the ROUNDNESS, the TIGHT AS KARK PANTS—it has EVERYTHING

TallMannSpotted:  @DroidBoy6969 YESSS I want to be those pants <3 <3 <3

whats_love090992:  @DroidBoy69 if this is a non-tits appreciation post, I’d like to give an honorable mention to the arms and back. Hot damn. I want him to pick me up and snap me in half like a 2x4. And that v-line in the front… *chef’s kiss* Perfect. Phenomenal. Breathtaking.

xXx_R4nc0rD3str0y3r_xXx: @DroidBoy6969 get out of here butt boy this is a tit-man only site!!!!

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Unfortunately_YourMother:

everyone unfollow me right now this is going to be the only thing I’m gonna post about from now on. fuck. shit. Ohmygawdzzz

kenobis_glistening_abs444:

HUGE W for the war effort that this absolute UNIT be out here serving the people, if u know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

KittyqueeN:

No joke, I just clocked out for like an hour watching this guy run on repeat. the kriffing bounce is like… hypnotic. Literal drool down my face rn. I can feel the heft of those bonkers in my SOUL

dontlookatme.:

b…boobies…

cock_expert_420001:

Look, I’ll pay any amount, PLEASE more content like this @TheRepublic. I could feel myself becoming roughly 50% more patriotic just watching this compilation

ZDprofessional:

YESSS YES YES YEEEAAAS!!! OHHH MY GODS. OH MY GODDSSS BROOOOO!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I ALSDGJDkjfifherALSDGJKHAG GRRRRRR!!!!! GRRRARRAARRRGRGRG! BRGRGRGRaaaAAAAAARRAR!GGRRGAA! I’M CRAZZY IM CRAZY IM CRAZY. YOU HAVE NO IDEAA YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!!! sorry ok. I’m normal now. cool tits.

NautilaRulz:  @ZDprofessional Dude.

TiLeavesComments:  @ZDprofessional somebody get this fine gentlebeing some water. they’re about to die of Thirst

RyurayguYuhahyrrararr:  @ZDprofessional rabies core

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H00tH00tMutherfarker:

I can’t believe this is real. What are they FEEDING this one to make knockers like that??? He’s got some Enormous Boobs. Absolutely Perfect Pecs. A Rockin’ Pair of Hooters. A Prize-Winning Set of Black Melons. Some Tasty Teats. A Couple of Family-Sized Milk Jugs. Some Bountiful Baps. Some Gorgeous Gazoingas…[read more]

JustSomeGuy:

Listen, I get that everybody is horny about this, but I’d like to say that this trooper is like, actually NUTS. I went back to the OG video and timed it, he was in a dead sprint for like a full HOUR. The next time you’re out of breath climbing the stairs, remember this man’s existence and weep in shame. 

NotMyOrder:

Clones really do be built different…

Drgahamne14156994:

Hello, I’m Dr. Garm Hamne. I’m a doctor from Corellia and earn 600k annually. I’m looking for a sugar baby who…[read more]

TheCommenterrrrrr:

Screaming crying throwing up I need him to choke me

FoShadeDingKing!!:

Damn where do I gotta go to spend the night with one of those

RRoller:

This is fake. You bantha-brained morons are falling for a government plant. This has sphotoshop written all over it.

N3varG0naGiv3:  @RRoller It’s OK bro, just count backwards from 10 while you inhale the copium. It’ll be over in a snap :)

U_Up?:  @RRoller because that’s what I’D do if I was trying to sphotoshop a government-approved thirst trap into looking so good it brainwashes the minds of millions. I’d make the trooper running laps in the back of the vid busty enough to belong in an art museum instead of using editing magic to make the group of buff, sweaty men duking it out in the foreground look like living gods. what a totally reasonable conclusion you’ve come to 

Nvr_Gn4_Letudwn:  @RRoller bruh just grow up and admit you wanna fuck him so bad it makes you looks stupid XD

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[quitealotofsodapop]

Tripitaka is about to get a crash course in cat instincts. Warm sunny spots are his, he’s lightly pushing someone out of their spot. The pilgrims excluding Wukong found out about the catnip the hard way. Cute thought him just batting at Wukong’s tail like a kitten

Wait does Wukong have an egg during this au or separate from that?

Prev.

me and @soniclozdplove have been goofing with his au a bit in the dms.

Might instead rename the au to the "Tiger Monk" au - Tripitaka accidentally gaining his own demonic nickname over the course of the story.

Tripitaka is completely in the dark instinct-wise. He's not a born demon, heck I wouldn't be surprised if his only contact with cats were fat shrine cats without a hunting bone in their body.

He absolutely shrieks the first time he sees something that looks even vaguely like a snake, prompting the Pilgrims to freak out too for a moment before Wukong turns the "snake" over to reveal it to be just a plantain leaf.

Tripitaka panics the first time he subconsciously marks a tree with his claws (tigers do so to identify territory boundaries), only to get carried away and turn it into a scratching post.

Wukong and Ao Lie quickly discover that their Master gets distracted by swaying/twitching tails, and will go full kitten-mode to play with them. It's good fight practice.

Him and Wukong come to a mutual teaching/learning agreement; Wukong will help his master learn the ways of demons and how to protect himself from harm, and Tripitaka will teach his disciple means of curbing his more violent and impulsive actions.

Like how many demons, living a dangerous existence in the wild where humans and wildlife alike want you dead, tend to say "Hi" through fighting.

Tripitaka balks at the idea, but accidentally makes his first progress by lightly bapping the Gold and Silver twins on their backs when they try kidnapping him. The twins guffaw and mock his lack-of strength, but pointedly untie him and start a normal conversation with the Pilgrims.

See the problem is; demons tend to have non-humanoid forms and silhouettes. They need to prove to the other party that "Hey! I'm not dinner! I'm like you!" and the easiest way is to throw a punch. It's like if you were a deer hunter and everyone wore antlers on their heads.

And Tripitaka is now a type of demon that responds to surprise, or even excitement, with smacking their paws on their target.

Macaque's anger towards the Monk is a little lessened, since he sees that Tripitaka himself is victim of divine punishment, rather than the sole instigator. Laughs his ass off to see this tiger demon practically swimming in a cassock meant for a human, and offers help with the demonic etiquette part of Tripitaka's training.

Meanwhile with Azure "The Dud" Lion;

He still has no rizz. This tomcat getting smacked by eight (Macaque and Yellow Tusk tagged in) different hands whenever he tries flirting with the Buddha's Boy Scout. Also he still has unresolved feelings for Wukong, so his cat-brain isn't firing on all cylinders.

Tripitaka: "I never want to deal with another male cat demon again after that adventure!" The Tiger Power Priest: "Hello my dear Tiger Monk~" Tawny Lion Demon Clan: "We saw him first!" Leopard King of the Southern Hill: "No I saw him first!" The Pilgrims + Macaque: "NONE OF YOU SAW HIM FIRST!!"

The Queen Mother herself gets involved after she peaks down and nearly mistakes Tripitaka for one of her daughters. She thinks of the Human-turned-Tiger as adorable as a cub getting used to their legs. She gives him great advice on their species behaviours, and warns him of further suiting attempts.

Wukong doesn't have an Egg in this Au, but something hilarious probably occurs during the Kingdom of Women chapter;

Wukong: "Master! Me and Wujing managed to get the Spring Water Cure for you and Brother Pig!" Tripitaka: "Don't want it." Wukong & Wujing: "HUH!?" Tripitaka: "If the Buddha has blessed me with a sinless child, I do not wish to reject his gift." Bajie, in the bathroom: "A gift my hams!! Your mother cat instincts are going haywire!" Tripitaka: "Even if that is so, some of my more... undesirous instincts have quietened. I prefer to experience this than what I was suppressing before." (*curls up, purring*) Wukong, turns to Wujing: "Well! I guess we're going to have tiger cubs for the rest of the Journey!" Wujing: "Not exactly. I was in Heaven when the Queen Mother was with her final pregnancy. Celestial and demonic animals can carry their young for many years." Wukong, raises brow: "Uh-huh, yeah. Tell me, how many cubs did she have?" Wujing, gets quiet: "...lets consider that after we reach India." Bajie, pokes head out of bathroom: "Where's it gonna come out???" Ao Lie, giggling: "As if that's an issue for demons!"

[kedreeva]

Heads up/Warning for animal death descriptions!

My friend had two non-starter hatchlings from her last litter- babies that refused to eat, or refused to eat captive prey items. They want baby morning geckos or similar lizards, and at $40 a pop that's just not going to happen. Most of the litters will take fish instead and from there switch to scented mouse pinkies and then to unscented, and be fine. But every litter there are a couple of stubborn holdouts. Often non-starters get culled, either because they outright refuse all food and would just die slowly anyway, or because they're otherwise unfit for captive keeping (for instance, refusing common food sources). Since she's establishing a captive born and bred population, she's focused mainly on the animals that will take common prey items or switch easily. This is ultimately a good thing, as established CBB means less pressure to import wild caught animals.

This time, I took the two non-starters home to see if I could get them switched. I had plenty of guppies available, and plenty of mouse pinkies, after all.

I didn't succeed with the male. He took a couple of guppies when assist fed, but he never really showed any drive to eat at all- no food hunting activities, no ambush pose, no tongue flicking. Sometimes baby animals just fail to thrive.

The girl, however, has been doing great. She was taking fish on her own, every time I offered. Last week I assist fed her a chunk of a mouse tail - a hefty meal compared to a guppy! - by gently holding her up near the head and putting the raw tail end in front of her. It was my intention to put it in her mouth when she opened it to tag me, but she actually shot forward and grabbed it herself.

This week, I had a mouse doe dropping babies right as I was checking on the snake, and so I grabbed one and bapped the snake in the face with it. She wrapped it up to "kill" it (she is not strong enough to do this, had it been alive, but boy did she try), but ultimately she grabbed it by the butt and couldn't find the head, and so abandoned it.

I knew she was hungry though, and I really wanted to get a solid meal into her, so I pulled a baby guppy from my aquarium and euthanized it, then stuck the head into the pinkie's mouth and wrapped the tail up over the nose, so that the fish scent and taste and texture would be where the snake started eating and by the time she realized it was not a fish she'd have it halfway down her face and wouldn't want to stop.

And it worked! I came back an hour later to a fat little snek full of pinkie mouse. She looks so huge with it!! A few more meals like this and she may be able to go back to my friend, and then find a good home!

Good job Rocza!

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast x short and fluffy reader? (Maybe the reader has an extra fluffy tail)

TADC cast x short and fluffy!reader !

Ooo I wanna make brioche, but I also wanna make macarons... but I also wanna make scones... OOOOOO but I also wanna make butterscotch haystacks (having a crisis) (this is totally unrelated to the ask I just be yappin)

CAINE:

Now to be fair, you didnt specify how short you are so to Caine you're probably just normal sized/j .. absolutely loves your fluff, probably runs his hands through it every chance he gets, regardless of if its hair, feathers, or fur! Since you're on the smaller side he can pro comfortably hold you in his arms while flying around! Loves showing you how the grounds look from above, I think!

No thoughts only Caine taking you up to fly over the grounds while its nighttime and you see all the lights down below and everything looks so pretty!!

He wont drop you I promise

POMNI:

You're normal sized in her eyes/j

Keeps her hands to herself but if you offer to let her pet your tail! Good stress relief, I think! Pomni never really initiates it before you offer, though, since she doesnt really want to invade your personal bubble

Please communicate with her that it's fine and it's not something you mind!

RAGATHA:

Occasional pets! She kind of lies somewhere between pomni and jax in terms of how much shes going to pet you without any prompting! More so a head pats person than a tail.. stuff?? Trust me the "tail stuff" makes more sense when you read jax's part..! Doesnt make fun of you for your height, i just cant see ragatha doing that. I was originally gonna say she would make petnames for you based on it, but I'm not actually sure she would.. has probably made bows and stuff for your tail!

JAX:

(Bumping my fists on the table) jax fidget hc jax fidget hc !!!!! Messes with your tail when its within reach; usually just messing with the fur or lightly bapping it around and watching it instinctively move around in response! He would already tease you for being shorter than him... but if you're actually below the average height (or at least, the average within the digital world) then hes gonna lean really into it! Makes a show of getting something down for you, probably overstretches himself and gets on his tip tops to sell the point (he, of course, not needing to do any of thst thanks to his height)

KINGER:

The "how to talk to short people" meme but hes on the incorrect side by crouching down to your height/j he doesnt mean anything rude by it..! Sometimes likes to mess with your tail by petting the fur when you guys cuddle inside the pillow fort! Honestly I can see him with a fidgeting habit, too, like jax! But I think his is less intense and he has a little more restraint.. that said once you give him the go ahead hes gonna be constantly petting your tail if it's long enough

ZOOBLE:

(Watches your tail swish around) "oh... cool.."

Zooble doesn't exactly feel this way or that about your tail, however I will say you extra fluff makes cuddling with them more enjoyable since they look like they're made of hard plastic (Zooble I'm sorry I love you)

Probably lightly teases you for your height; not to the extent jax does it but they probably let out a flat "haah.. short.." when you briefly struggle with something non important

GANGLE:

Short person x person who can (physically and emotionally) be knocked down easily; you guys both have your own struggles/j

Would never ever in a million years make any mean comments on your height, and this includes teasing and nicknames; she doesn't have the heart to even lightly poke fun at you

Petting can be a little weird, since gangle doesnt exactly.. have hands.. I mean she does, but they're like the ends of ribbon; she doesnt have palms or fingers, nor can she put the most force behind her touches (at least that's my personal hc, she doesnt strike me as someone who's. Strong... or even proportionally strengthed? Idk shes ribbon)

Very silly she loves it when your tail starts swishing around when you see her!!