#while the gecko just layed there like ^_^

[hawnks]

We yearn.......

[senka-mesecine]

beseech You about fluffy Barnes, It's such a rarity to read something like this, I love you madly, you're the reason I'm opening my phone'

Close Quarters.

Robert Barnes x Reader.

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wonderful gif by @woman-with-no-name

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The patrol culminates in rain and thunder.

At 0200 the drenched, tired reconnaissance team wordlessly halts in the bosom of the overgrown bush fenced off from all sides by colossal tree trunks as a natural borderland, rain coming down hard, pelting and pawing at the foliage, the thumping sounds of a shower downpour dancing pins and dots on the grass leaving a haze of heated mist behind, the greenery, needles of water ricocheting off the meaty surface of Monstera and overgrown, towering Alocasia leaves when the signal is silently given sometime after three hours of continuous movement westwards, through the valley about to be hit with the prelude to the early monsoon season announced by a cacophony of crickets, frogs, the squeaking of Tokay gecko lizards and the repetitive chirping of the Blue Eared Barbet bird, one hand held up to signalize; the Lieutenant and Sergeants raising their arm to the square, palm forward, fingers and thumb extended; you've slept in the wild during the rain before, sure, hauling equipment, backpacks, the fatigues on your own exhausted spine, the air so humid and stifling even at this late hour, almost like the pitch black, cloud-heavy sky overhead was pressing down on the warm oxygen, trapping it between the jungle and the atmosphere not unlike a hydraulic press, that the quiet past-midnight storm was almost welcome in a strange way --- a rare bit of fresh, breathable air in an oven --- washing you down like an overly heated piece of plate gets sprayed down by a hose from somewhere overhead. He never slept. Part of you wondered how that was even humanly possible. Or at least, nobody has ever seen him do it; no doubt, he viewed it like some act of inherent, profound vulnerability he didn't wish to be outright witnessed by human eyes; a soft-belly man with shut off senses with his tender neck bared and exposed to the world, unbecoming, like somebody asking to be jumped --- you wouldn't put it past Robert Barnes to sleep hidden, in the rare off chance he did get shut eye once his usual battle-pumped adrenaline wore off, somewhere up in a tree like a panther or a tiger maintaining watch over perimeters in the night with unblinking eyes as blue and as fluorescent as a hunting tom-cat's gaze, or in some forest cave not unlike a wild hog, emerging only once the break was done, without anyone knowing where he was in the brief second it took for them to turn their heads.

He ain' never sleep, Rhah Vermucci's fervent, impassioned words come to mind.

Does a machine need sleep? Huh!? Yeah, bah, only once its battery is bepelted and once it's depleted, you just replace 'em and the machinery keeps'on runnin' smooth as can be, day in, day out. That's Barnes! Lids open, body upside down, like a nocturnal bat! Yeah.

You were offended by those words then; silently, privately.

Like any and every man's lover undoubtedly would anyhow.

Gaze framed with lashes dripping with the salt of sweat and rainwater searching for Barnes's form in the chaos of wilderness even now as you found some tucked away place, intending to catch your Z's, or at least pretend to and rest your eye lids and your body on the bare, wet soil, your oily green, knee-length rain coat the only thing between you and the elements as your rucksack stayed firmly attached to your shoulders by its belted straps, knowing he was somewhere close by, M16 in tow, inspecting perimeters while everyone else in the infantry settled down in their own respective chosen resting corner, about to lay low until the first crack of dawn. Maybe why you shiver so suddenly when you catch the sound of barely audible movement sashay from behind your back, thinking for a second that you stupidly, carelessly laid down on a snake's hovel, a red ant's nest or a VC hole, tactically covered by shrubberies and branches, ready to bayonet you from underground. No, no. Barnes. It was him. On a hip. Already settled next to you as your heart hammered away fast. His presence as quiet as the air itself. The sleek fabric of his raincoat occasionally flashing with a dim sheen faced with the distant flash of lighting, elbow leaned up against the thick, vein root of a Banyan tree that served as natural roofing against the rain, his firearm wrapped in protective cloth against the moisture propped up beside him like an extended limb, watching you as you instinctively turned your position, facing him; wasn't the first time you lounged in close quarters like this either, under the cover of night, when nobody was likely to see or question why two soldiers were having each other's backs; the schedule of one resting and the other keeping vigil an intended pairing of practicality. The first time he ever did it was startling but you didn't question it --- you assumed it was the nature of things that the strongest in the unit naturally paired up with what was the weakest link, an auxiliary nurse hauling equipment, slow and often overburdened, to avoid the needless casualty of being shot during an unexpected ambush. The second time he's done it? The third? How about the fourth? You came to expect it almost; this knowledge that when you'd halt and put down gear, Barnes would be close by, appearing wordlessly like a shadow in the abyss, halting and putting down gear too, magnets moving and dragging the other along.

You shuffle on your side, suppressing a sigh and a groan.

Underground, soil-covered stones, pebbles and roots digging into your body.

Cheek against the ground still radiating the extinguished anvil of daytime's warmth.

Fetal position intending to make you small on purpose; the less noticeable, the better.

Strategically crawled in between the grass and the foot of the strangler fig, all tangled, hanging, branch-supporting roots and thick curtains of hanging, Spanish moss, face to face with each other, you only barely withhold a gasp when his unfolded sleeping roll slides over you like a wing, shrouding you in total darkness for all but a second, having him cover you in it in one swift movement while his other hand never let go of his firearm, pulling the camping blanket over your head, adjusting it over your hair covered by the hood of your raincoat, tightened and tied into place by an elastic thread, the rain pelting down on the compression straps of the waterproof nylon instead of your body while he lay there as wet as the jungle itself; his head wrapping drenched and darkened along with the whisps of hair peeking through its edges, scattered across his covered forehead, scarred, leathery skin covered in a soaked gleam, the corner of his jaw, starting from his temple, down his cheeks, dripping with the drizzle. Yet he cared, you figured, in his own way, that even though you were already soaked to the bone you don't continue being bolted down by the rain for the rest of the night if he had any say in it, creating a makeshift refuge of relative dryness and shelter; a solitary island in the darkness --- wordless ways he looked out for you.

-"Thank you."-

You mouth without making sounds, the words merely oxygen.

Barely audible.

He knew what you meant; you continuously thanked him the same every time.

And his eyes always followed the movement of your lips, reading signs.

Mutual silences being an ingrained way of communication out in the jungle.

Now laying so very close you practically feel his breath on your face.

A hair's inch between you as he scoots nearer on his side.

The tip of his nose nearly pressing into yours.

No moon outside, no source of light.

Regardless, you nearly see yourself reflected in the center of his stare.

He doesn't kiss you even though his presence is right there, going by the mantra of all business, no pleasure, at least not while in the open bush, ever the consummate professional and disciplinarian, the discoloration of his meaty, full mouth where once upon a time the shrapnel of a bullet hit his face visible, a layer of flesh peeled off from the edge of his lower lip like the skin off a bruised peach, revealing the dark layer of crust that formed the crater of a wound and you watch him and he watches right back, taking in your face, lids hanging low and the blue of his eyes steady on the horizon of his sockets, having you cornered in from all sides by the protective wall of the looming tree, his sleeping roll blanketing you over, effectively hiding you, and his own body, the tips of two noses slowly brushing each other in the mimicry of a caress, not unlike one of those Eskimo kisses, the contact leaving a wet imprint on your face --- not quite an embrace, but close enough, torsos pressed together to the degree you could feel the low rumbling of his insides, the rhythm of his breathing, in and out, in out, heart hitting a steady beat, filling your nostrils with the musk of him, thigh against thigh, hip against hip; the outdoors forged aroma of sweat and tobacco smoked while at base, the freshness of rain, something almost leaf-like, briefly reminiscent of pine even though there wasn't a single one in sight this side of the continent, his closeness calm and steady, yet heavy, like a living rock covering you, keeping you safe as you nestled, using the hollowness of a muscular shoulder you knew was covered in scars underneath layers of fatigue and equipment as a pillow --- a warm, wet place to carefully, tenderly lean the outline of your hooded, sweat soaked scalp, his raincoat crinkling slightly as you set down your head to be able to gaze at him at even closer proximity until two faces were almost one, the side of your cheek smushed against the scarred, left side of his, fitting together like a solved puzzle, feeling every crater, every nook, every cranny, every dent imprinted on your own skin certain to leave faint, pale sleeping marks by you by morning, making you reflections of each other; a closeness held at back only by the presence of the ground your heads were on. Even now, Barnes's lids never flutter shut even in the make belief of sleep while all his other senses were alert; no, his eyes always open. Always scrutinizing. Always searching yours, stern, serious, focused, intense.

The distant sound of thunder rumbles on and you knew he intended to watch.

You knew he intended to wordlessly, quietly watch while you recuperated.

Sleeping bag off of his shoulder and every hour of rest out of his eyes ---

Purely so you could have yours.

In absolute gratitude, your lips touch the mangled scar of his, not kissing, never breaking that protocol bit of contract, not out here anyway where a moment of negligence could come with a high cost, but merely lingering, a parted caresses as you close your weary eyes, feeling instant relief once you do, fully awake, ears on alert, limbs ready to jump at any moment, but your eyes subsiding in their burning sensation on the precipice of being awake and being asleep, halfway rested and halfway aware, even if it was for a minute, ten, half an hour, under the defensive hill of blankets he's made for you, shielding you, not unlike an umbrella, as the relentless rain kept crashing down hard and heavy, beating against his body as rigid and as unmoving as a boulder while you lay there, soundly, the windows of your lids blissfully closed, mouth against his face prickled with the faintest sensation of a fresh shave around his scars, feeling the warm, tender flesh cushioned beside you, laying watch; your own personal guard.

No, Barnes never slept.

At least not when anyone was likely to see.

Observing you do it instead, leaving you with the knowledge that when you wake?

Hit with the earliest cracks of a dawn bedashed with the aftermath of a storm?

He'd still be here watching.

[lightfeltmemories]

GECKO MORIA: SFW & NSFW HEADCANONS

note: one of my worse "hear me outs" since i've started watching One Piece, i'm a bit shameless about it nowadays, and i know some of you guys out there would like it (trust me, i'm not the only one to have ever wrote for this guy) i'm new to one piece but i got a good chunk of the lore down so if anything is wrong please let me know. (i can also take requests for any other one piece character.)

tags and warnings: obvious spoilers, reader is gender neutral, very brief mentions of absalom's perverted tendencies, intended for both smaller and bigger readers.

due to him losing his entire crew, the people he loved, he'll be hesitant to be your friend let alone be in a relationship with you at first.

i imagine moria not caring much for romantic relationships, sure when he was young he had some crushes, flings and intimate experience, but as he grew older, it was put to the side and almost abandoned entirely.

things change when you come along, and when he realizes he's starting to have these feelings for you, he'll be distant just so he can keep himself from falling deeper for you, even though it takes a while for him to fully come to terms about taking things to the next level, it happens.

and once he falls, he falls hard.

you are his world, his everything, and he'll go to hell and back just to keep you safe, you're now the most important person in his life.

he's not the most physically affectionate and isn't the biggest fan of PDA, its near impossible for him to be if you're much, much smaller than him, but if you aren't, any display of physical affection such as hand holding or kissing is either minimal, or privately.

if you prefer to be smaller than him, i like the idea of you just.. laying on top of him like a massive bed, and he'll let you, just not in front of the mysterious four since they'll tease the dog shit out of him.

your relationship with the others means a lot to him, especially his adoptive daughter, perona, it's not enforced, but he finds it absolutely adorable if you acted like a second parental figure towards her.

absalom knows better not to spy on you, he knows what'll happen to him if he does.

"darling" and "my love" are his favorite pet names for you.

due to his past of losing everyone he loves, he's very protective of you, not in an insecure jealous way (he can be that, too, sometimes, just very rarely since there's not many people around to protect you from), but he's always thinking about the possibility of losing you, and it breaks his heart.

if you're smaller than him, he does get a bit insecure about the height difference, he can't hug or kiss you like any normal couple, he doesn't even let his shadows "do the work for him" because he actually wants to make an effort to be there for you, but at the same time he can't and it's really stressful to think about, and even if you try to convince him that it's all okay, he still hesitates or flat out declines, not wanting to hurt you.

the zombies follow your commands like they do for moria.

but overall, the love he has for you is strong, and he'll do anything for you (himself, of course.)

nsfw under the cut, you have been warned.

now when it comes to doing the deed with this man.. oh boy.

i mentioned before that he has experience but as the years went by the concept of sex was put to the side, but he hasn't forgotten anything he's learned from all those years ago.

when its your first time doing it together, he's very gentle, he doesn't want to hurt you especially since his teeth are razor sharp and he's got some sharp ass claws on him (he's also got a massive fucking dick even for someone his size idc idc idc.)

it takes a lot of convincing to do anything remotely sexual with him even teasing if you're smaller, if you're that desperate for him, he'll use his shadows (as an exception this time).

however, when do you use his shadows, he has to watch, he's a fan of mutual masturbation because of this.

his horns are surprisingly sensitive, do with this what you will.

when he gets more comfortable with having sex with you, you start to realize he's big on dirty talk:

when he's pushing himself inside you slowly, watching your reaction to his dick disappearing inside: "you can do it, take it all."

when you're sucking him off, you're gagging, moaning, and choking, pushing his fat dick as far as you can deep inside your throat. "my, you're a greedy one, aren't you?" he'll grab the back of your head and push you further if he's close.

"you like when i hit that spot, don't you?" when he touches your g-spot, making you squeak.

he's got a praise kink, both giving and receiving.

he loves it when you moan his name and tell him how good he's fucking you.

he's not a fan of impact play or degradation, maybe on himself but not on you.

he's not good on PDA but finds it hot if your loud moans echo throughout the place and people nearby can hear.

has an affinity for cumming inside, and may or may not have a breeding kink (ayo breeding kink moria is something interesting).

[greatdecaygreatrenewal]

I read your cuddling with Shigaraki headcannon and I was wondering what it would be like, cuddling with Spinner (the man deserves love?🥺)

(this is so late im sry!)

spinnerrrrr!!!! my geeky gecko

he would be just as a huge cuddle bug like tomura

At first, he’s really self conscious about his scales and worried he’ll be too hard and cold to cuddle with.

After you reassure him that you love him just the way he is and show a great interest in physical contact he’ll eventually give in.

he’s so gentle with you and loves to hug you from behind.

still shy when initiating cuddle times so u have to be the one to do it

always curls up next to you where ever your sitting/laying at

a sucker for you running your hands over his scaly hands and arms. his face. his pink hair.

rarely falls asleep before you. he has a hard time sleeping cus he thinks a lot. about many things. he likes having you close and sometimes watching you sleep.

gives u kisses all over ur face when ur trapped in his arms.

cus he’s prone to coldness a lot, u both have a heated blanket that y’all take naps under.

y’all own a lot of fluffy blankets!

loves to have u sitting on his lap/laying on him while gaming.

the league loves to tease him for being so touch starved when ur not with him at the moment. “spinner’s grouchy today cus his little gf/bf/partner’s not around”

y’all have matching oversized onesies! 😁💚

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Pet Headcanons

[In no particular order]

Aggro is a black persian cat with yellow-golden eyes

Wampus is a short-haired white cat with orange tabby spots

Ivan had a green and gray conure growing up

Asher won a goldfish at a fair once and killed it by trying to feed it bacon bits

Marie spoils Aggro like she would a human grandchild

Sam had an old cattle dog he had to leave behind in Mont Blanc

Anton has a soft spot for senior animals and has adopted several throughout his life

David grew up with a basset hound but it died not long after Gabe did

Ollie's parents have a crusty-eyed white dog

Aaron has always wanted a rottweiler but has never had the time to actually take care of one

Elliot has a bearded dragon

Caelum once made a list of reasons Gavin and Freelancer should adopt a puppy because he wanted a reason to come visit them more

Camelopardalis loves snakes but doesn't like feeding them mice, so he's never had one of his own

Sam grew up raising chickens and always named them so he could refer to them all respectfully

Vincent has never had a pet but he spent a decent chunk of his childhood and adolescence visiting and volunteering at animal shelters

Geordi had a terrarium of insects that were very well taken care of

Lasko got a puppy for his birthday once but his mom got mad at him and took it to the pound a few weeks later

Huxeley's moms feed the deer in their yard every day and some of them still recognize Hux when he comes to visit

Damien had a hampster in middle school - he refuses to give details on what happened to it

Guy's family has what can only be described as an army of golden retrievers

Marcus had a gecko that would just lay on his shoulder while he went about his day

[salty-autistic-writer]

Whumptober Day 5: Sunburn

Title: Pandas and Lizards (AO3)

Summary: Buck has the worst sunburn of his life. Tommy takes care of him.

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“I look like a panda bear,” Buck says sadly, looking at his face in the mirror. “Only in red and white.”

“A very cute panda bear,” Tommy chuckles. “But I was actually thinking more of strawberry and cream cake. Since you’re always a snack. Now …  take off your shirt.”

Buck sighs and obeys, grimacing when the rough fabric of his shirt rubs against his sore skin. “You know, if it wasn’t for the context, the way you just said that would have been so hot,” he mutters, carefully laying on his stomach on the bed.

But now he’s hot in a completely different, definitely not sexual, way. 

Buck has the worst sunburn of his life. It’s in his face, on his neck, on his shoulders, back and even his legs. Buck really thought their first trip together to the beach would end differently. Apparently, he should have applied sun cream again after going into the water. But he forgot about that. He was too busy kissing his boyfriend.

Tommy sits beside him, the bed dipping under his added weight, and starts to carefully spread the cool healing salve on Buck’s burnt skin. “That looks so painful …”

“It is very painful,” Buck mutters, squirming and squeezing his eyes shut. “And I already know it will take ages until this heals. Could be days until my skin will start to peel. Then I will turn from a panda bear to a lizard. Great. Ouch!”

Tommy hums in sympathy. “Tell me some facts about lizards,” he suggests. "Might be a good distraction,"

Buck brightens up. “Oh. Oh! Lizards … Lizards are really cool. Did you know that there is a type of lizard called North American Horned Lizard which will squirt blood from its eyes when it’s being attacked? That kind of defence mechanism is called autohemorrhaging. The jet of blood can squirt up to four feet and is used to frighten predators. But they also occasionally use it to clean dirt and dust from their eyes.”

“Fascinating. But gross,” Tommy says dryly, moving from Buck’s burnt back to the very pink backs of his legs. “You don’t happen to know some cute facts too?”

“Hmmm. Geckos have microscopic hair on their feet,” Buck mutters, closing his eyes. The even movements with which Tommy’s hands glide over his skin make him dozy despite the consistent feeling of burning from the inside. “And … Many lizards can detach a part of their tail when they have to escape from predators.”

“I know that,” Tommy says. “Sometimes, I did pay attention in school. But only if they talked about something interesting.”

“Same,” Buck chuckles. Then yawns. “I’m so tired …”

Tommy places a kiss between Buck’s shoulders, on a patch of unburnt skin. “I’m going to fetch you some water and a cold compress for that head of yours which was boiling in the heat all day. Let the salve soak in for a while, then we can go to bed, okay?”

“Okay,” Buck breathes, his heart fluttering because he has a caring boyfriend who wants to make sure he’s alright. “Thank you.”

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, my cute little panda bear,” Tommy says, chuckling. And adds, more seriously. “But we really have to take care you don’t turn into a panda too often...”

[technocheese]

Happy pride! Made with gouache, ink, and gel pens.

This is a project I've been working on for a while for an anti-hate campaign. I chose to rebut the argument that homosexuality and non-cis gender identities are "unnatural" by providing examples of animals that are regularly seen to exhibit these so called "unnatural" behaviors with no human influence. What's more natural than nature itself?

Since the majority of animals have no concept of gender and many do not exhibit romantic attraction (namely reptiles, but just solitary animals in general), it was really difficult to specify what animal might fit in what category, especially gender-wise. This was definitely a thinking exercise, lol.

Here are my explanations for everything. I wish I could write this out a little better, but I've been working on this all day and my brain is completely fried but I wanted to get it out before pride month ended. I also have footage of the process I need to turn into a timelapse but its like 15 hours of video and it's going to take forever to render. I'll probably link it here eventually.

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Lesbian: Mourning geckos are an all female species of gecko that reproduce asexually through parthenogenesis. Even though they can lay eggs alone, they engage in pseudocopulation with other females, which seems to trigger ovulation.

Female koalas engage in all female "sex sessions," attempting to mate with each other prolifically. They reject males during this time.

Gay: Penguins have been observed to form same-sex partnerships, even going as far as hatching eggs and raising chicks together.

Male giraffes exhibit striking amounts of homosexual behavior. In one study, sexual activity between males made up 90 percent of all observed mating attempts.

Bisexual: 18-22 percent of rams are bisexual. They also seem to exhibit asexuality, in addition to homosexuality. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2668810/

Transgender: Hens will sometimes stop producing eggs, grow spurs, have increased wattle growth, and begin exhibiting male specific behaviors, like crowing.

Clownfish are born male and become females later in life if no other dominant female is present. They are sequential hermaphrodites.

Intersex: The gene that gives calico cats their coat pattern is linked to two X chromosomes. Male presenting calico cats will have an extra X chromosome, and can be considered intersex. (Sorry that the cat also has white, it's hard to color a calico with only two colors lol)

Asexual: Bees and naked mole rats both live in communities where only the most dominant matriarch (and patriarch, for mole rats) breed. Both male and female mole rats exhibit this behavior. The nonbreeding individuals benefit the community by gathering resources and rasing young.

Aromantic: Reptiles, as a general rule, feel no romantic attraction. Tortoises are solitary by nature and do not form bonds with their mates.

Pansexual: Lovebirds can be non-discriminatory with the mates they choose, and it is not uncommon to see individuals match up regardless of sex.

Agender: Ochre sea stars show no sexual dimorphism at all. Most animals have no concept of gender, but they are especially genderless. The only way to determine their sex is to examine their internal gonads.

Genderfluid: Gobies are one of the few animals that change their sex multiple times in their life.

Nonbinary: African land snails are hermaphrodites. They have both male and female sexual organs.

[chainslobber]

Ok, so, does spinner need a heat lamp? Like, if the power goes out in the hideout does he try to convince dabi to let him sleep in his bed? Or maybe Dabi just wakes up to spinner curled up beside him like a shivering kitten =[

Also, have you seen that picture of the lizards where one is hanging upside down and the other is laying on their tummy, because I 100% believe he would do that for a partner (spinner, not dabi)

As a reptile lover......I would think so!

There are some exceptions, of course. For example, most reptiles need a UVB bulb for basking to both regulate their heat while also giving them the nutrients they need. However, creatures like snakes don't really need UVB because they get all of their nutrients from the animals they swallow whole.

Spinner is a weird case because he's a gecko AND a human, so he would most likely get all the UVB he needs from the sun. I would like to think he can regulate his body temperature because he's a human but more than likely, he's probably heavily effected by the heat/cold much like Tsu.

Can be easily fixed if he uses a heated blanket in the winter, or a space heater. Probably NEEDS to take vitamins, might even enjoy those 'depression lights' you can buy for the winter months. I also know a lot of places in japan have heated tiles in their homes (usually the bathroom) so maybe the LoV got something special made (or twisted re-destro's arm lol)

That said, I DO think Dabi would be okay with it. Begrudgingly, but okay with it. he can't escape being a big brother, and it's not Spinner's fault he was born a mutant. That said, when reptiles get warm, they get FAST, so you can expect 3am Spinner zoomies on the ceiling.

[kiss-theggoat]

(Shuffles up to you nervously) hi I was wondering if it would be ok to request a billy Lenz fix where the reader actually has a pet pig, also your my favorite writer 🙂

A/N: Two things! One, sorry for my inactivity! I was away on a trip. Two! Thanks so much for the suggestion and thank you so much for the kind words. I decided to expand your request and do different slashers with different kinds of pets!! I hope that’s okay and I really hope you like it!

Slashers With Your Pets

Slashers Included: Billy Lenz, Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger

Billy Lenz:

If you have a….

Cat, Billy is a cat man. He loooves cats, they’re so warm and cuddly, but they also understand boundaries and the need to be alone sometimes. The only thing he might not enjoy about cats is the fact that some can be timid around loud noises, which immediately means they’re timid around Billy.

Dog, Billy is less of a dog person. He thinks that dogs can be overwhelming in their attention, especially if one jumps on him or barks at him. He likes the gentle giant dogs, golden retrievers that just lay down and don’t do anything. But, if you have a little dog that barks at everything that moves, expect Billy to be very unhappy.

Reptile or Invert, BILLY HATES SNAKES. If you bring a snake or tarantula or lizard or scorpion into the house, Billy is not going to want you near him. The only reptile or invert I could see him being okay with would be a leopard gecko type. Something smaller and less active.

Farm Animal, if you had pigs, horses, or cows, something like that, Billy would probably be vulgar about how they smelled. Of course, if you owned a pig, he’d call it is little piggy. You could definitely convince him to help out with the animals, especially the pigs or cows. He thinks the cows are cute, and wants to spend time with the little piggies.

Michael Meyers

If you have a….

Cat, Michael likes cats. He understands them, they understand him. He likes to be left alone, they like to be left alone. They get along great. But, if you catch him petting your cat on the couch or inviting it up into his lap, don’t mention anything. He’ll be embarrassed that you caught him in a vulnerable time. He’ll never admit to liking your furry friend.

Dog, Michael actually really likes dogs. He likes big scary looking dogs, Rottweilers, Dobermans, Cane corsos, those types. Because even though they’re scary, they’re well trained and methodical, just like him. If you have a big dog, expect to peel around the corner and catch Michael giving it a pat on the head or a belly rub every once in a while.

Reptile or Invert, Michael could care less. They don’t do anything, so he doesn’t feel the need to pay attention to them. If you have a big lizard or something, he might be a little hesitant to touch it or go near it, but other than that, he walks by the tank without a second thought.

Farm Animal, Michael really doesn’t enjoy farm animals. They smell, require a lot of care, and make a lot of noise. They sort of cramp his style, and he doesn’t understand why the hell you’d want to take care of them.

Jason Voorhees:

If you have a…

Cat, Jason likes your cat because you like your cat, but overall, he’d really prefer an animal that shows him more affection. He wants something that wants to be near him all the time, not something he has to force to be near him.

Dog, Jason would love your dog. He would probably be a little timid at first, but after him and your dog got close, they’d be thick as thieves. They’d go out in the woods and play fetch together, Jason would carry the pup around no matter how big or small. He would adore your dog, and your dog would adore him.

Reptile or Invert, Jason would be a little scared of a tarantula or a lizard or a snake. He would probably be interested in them and try to like them because you liked them, but when it came to handling or feeding, that would definitely be your job.

Farm animal, if you had some farm animals, Jason would welcome them with open arms on his camp. He’d probably be the most open to horses or cows, but would like to see you so caring. Seeing you put in the work to take care of something so time consuming would be a really endearing trait.

Freddy Krueger

If you had a…

Cat, Freddy doesn’t like. Freddy isn’t a cat guy, he’s not into all the cuddling and the meowing and the fur. Heaven forbid your cat tear a thread from his sweater, he might just bust a vein in his forehead from holding in his angry yells. His kind of cat would be the one in the corner that hisses at everyone.

Dog, he only likes very certain dogs. He’s okay with dogs that mind their own business. Ones that just hang out in the other room and don’t bug him. If you had a dog that jumped up on him or barked at him, he would hate it. Or, his least favorite kind, tiny dogs with high pitched barks. Don’t even get him started.

Reptile or Invert, Freddy thinks they’re cool. I think he’d like lizards the most, like if you had an iguana or a bearded dragon, he’d hang out with it next to him, just chilling. If you owned a tarantula or a scorpion or any other invert, he’d be interested in it, often asking to feed it and handle it if possible.

Farm animal, no. Don’t ask. Don’t even propose the idea. Stinky, loud, annoying. He hates farm animals unless they are on his plate as a juicy steak or a nice burger. He might be able to tolerate it if you ride or own horses, but other than that, he’s really not into it.

[puckle]

There will never be a moment where I am not grateful for every second that I got to be yours. Every animal, just like every person, is an unique experience that every now and then, we are lucky enough to know.

Your space in my heart will always be just that: yours. And I am so glad for that. Every moment since you left has been impossibly hard, but I wouldn't change a thing- to know you was worth every bit of this grief.

There is no great grief without great love, and you gave me every bit of the love I gave back, and then some. I know that, no matter what experiences I continue to have, or come to know, I cannot imagine being loved as much by another as I was by you.

You were found on a muddy, desolate job site, and right off the bat, you were strange and unusual. With your smushed up face, tiny proportions, and big, gecko-like eyes, it surprised no one that we came to joke about you being an alien piloting a cat's body.

When my brother's sought to catch your tiny, hungry little self, you peed all over one of them out of fear, and spite, and probably a few other things. They brought you home to me.

It took four months to earn your trust. I would lay beside your playpen and talk to you, offering a hand. And when you finally leaned into it, it was as if we had never been anything but absolutely smitten for each other.

You loved me simply for me. Didn't need anything else. Every night, you came to curl up with me- the ritual of hugs, and kisses, and headbutts. When I worked on art, you would climb into my lap, and lean back to get kisses every now and then.

You never really loved someone as much as you loved me. We do not know what happened to you in your first months of life, but we know that humanity was scary- it took years for you to allow anyone but myself near, and even then, you had conditions. It was only in your last couple years that you found your true comfort, that you gave anyone else a headbutt.

My best friend, Britt, nearly cried when you let them pet you for the first time. You were so, so special.

We got you a pineapple bed at one point, and you loved it! But ONLY it. So much so, that when it got ratty, I had to find another exactly like it as you rejected every other option I tried. So your pineapple would prevail, sitting under my work desk where you slept while I worked. Sometimes, I would sing to you about your silly little home.

Who lives in a pineapple under my desk? Grem Grem, Grem Grem! Tiny and bizarre, simply the best! Grem Grem, Grem Grem!

I will always think of you when I see pineapples. What a silly, silly thing that I am so glad to carry.

You let me know it was time. It was a long time coming, but you made the choice. You fought so hard, and we did everything we could to beat it- but cancer makes exceptions for no one. But you let me know it was time, and it was okay, when you climbed up on my bed to snuggle on the 14th. You leaned your little head back for kisses, and I knew.

We went in the next day. I held you. Even as you fell asleep, you purred. The weight of your loss is so heavy, it feels like the entire world has fallen to pieces around me in so many ways.. but I am so glad to know it, to have been loved so stringlessly by such a strange, darling creature.

I hope you have another life, and it's everything you could ever want. I hope that, if we do cycle this strange world, that perhaps, just perhaps, you might find your way back to me in whatever form you take. But for now, I will carry you, and everything you taught me in my heart, may it guide me well- you always did.

You taught me how to love wholly, and well, and I wouldn't be the person I am today if not for your tiny, squishy face. I am so glad you will not endure any further pain, and that I could choose to carry it with me instead. I hope there are so many feathery toys where you've gone, and that one day you get to give me butterfly kisses again.

Love you Gremlin, Grem Grem, Gremble, Gremble Gramble, Grem Cracker, my little Groom Groom, forever and always- and then some. Thank you for being mine, know that I will always be yours.

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Can I ask if you have any Boone headcanons? I’m a little bit obsessed with the strong, silent, devoted-to-my-love sniper and there will never be enough content about him for me haha

This ask is wonderful and I thank you for it by smooching you on your forehead 😻

Also, I am so sorry for my ramblings about him, I've loved him since the game released + love all interpretations of him, so I smushed all my favourites I've seen/developed over the years into one (sfw) post.

(I also might've been a little high as I wrote these out, so sorry if I repeat anything or it's misspelled.)

Anyways, enjoy below the cut!

Boone HCs:

-around 6'-6'5" (shorter than Arcade, who I hc as 6'9"); frankly think he's 6'0" solid but built like a brick house

-Bulky, built with wide hips and wider shoulders

-he has ass. I don't make the rules, you can SEE that ass in-game just like you can his meaty tits. I speak more on tits later.

-Soft stomach (the type that you can lay on and spills over his pants some when he bends over or sits down)

-brunette with thick hair, but just shaves it all down.

-INTENSELY bisexual (preference for men, likely just because he was around more men than women in the NCR. But if he likes you in any capacity, you're fair game to him regardless of what you've got)

-very, very tanned. He's not a very pale man and wasn't ever really pale

-GREEN EYES BAYBEE!! Vibrant green, actually has central heterochromia. Green with brown around his pupils ✨

-dimples. He has dimples. Fight me.

-i have this HC that all wasteland-born folks have sharper teeth- he absolutely does. He opens his mouth and he's got four sharp canines and six additional incisors that are shorter but equally able to tear through gecko and brahmin meat

-can and will use that 7 strength stat, and also that matching 7 agility

-this mf is FAST and can sprint like hell

-big hands and arms and thighs- this man doesn't have visible abs, but he's got SO much strength under his softness

-his pecs are soft and heavy. Give that dilf the tits he deserves.

-ABSOLUTELY the strong, devoted silent type

-however, that doesn't mean he isn't playful. He can totally be a snipe, sassy, snarky man, as well as a tease.

-he'll side eye someone he cares about after he's opened up and teased just to see their expressions when he quips when they aren't expecting it.

-him and Arcade get along well, and Arcade talks with him about the world enough to convince Boone that the NCR is better as a military which serves the people, rather than a major power to run the Mojave.

-boone comes to agree easily, but only once they've known each other for a few years

-thinks Arcade is beyond genius, and the two sassy men mutually snark at others when well-deserved

-is more inclined to take off his beret in the Lucky 38 around the other companions, but still is particular about when and where. He likes it and will always stay on him when out and about

-but if the Courier takes it off of him, once they've been through a lot together in the first year or so, he'll let them do it. he knows and trusts that they'll take care of it

-considers it an extension of himself, much the way he considers his rifle and extension of himself, so it's very intimate in its own way

-achingly fond of sweet cakes

-wears sunglasses because his green eyes used to freak people out. They are incredibly sharp- and quick- and can catch movement across miles of desert sand.

-couple that with his agility and happy trigger finger, he makes one of the finest snipers in the wastes

-doesn't sleep well for the first little while after meeting the courier and their companions- keeps thinking he'll wake up to something happening

-does finally manage to relax though, and starts sleeping better than he has in years most nights

-his dog tags ever come off. Can and will stab a bitch for trying to touch them

-very good with combat knives and straight-up punching someone, but forever prefers using his rifle and being a ranged shooter.

-talked more at one time to the courier after defeating Caesar and taking down the camp than he ever had before

-actually fond of having Ed-E around during their missions

-lots of body hair, the shorter hair this mf has is on his head. Prefers his hair short mostly because of being NCR; it just gets in the way of his beret

-polishes and cleans his gun NIGHTLY. If he doesn't have the right wax for the barrel, he will go out and either trade for some or will slaughter for some. He doesn't care which he has to do, so keep it around. A small tin goes a long while, but make sure to keep it closed ✨

-wears a .50 caliber shell around his neck with his tags on the same chain- it's an old soldier's way of remembering their mortality as well as those lost, and he can move entirely silently so the metal doesn't click together as he walks or runs

-comes to find that he loves heavy military rifles

-give him a power fist or brass knuckles. I beg you. This man will fuck someone up at long and close range.

-could kill you with his arms AND thighs.

-sits with his thighs spread apart because he hates when they touch- texture nightmare for him

-can straight up rotate his irises around his pupils. Can ALSO retract and swell his pupils to make them larger and smaller at will- helps in the desert sun to keep his eyes from taking in too much light, but it also makes his eyes focus different, which can be useful

-hates alcohol, but will drink to forget

-started smoking cigarettes because the smell made him physically ill as a child- it was the only way for him to stop being sick. Now it's a bad habit he can't kick

-mostly it's because it's such a long-standing habit, but also he's got the 'tism and an oral fixation which requires him to have smthn in his mouth at all times. Will hold anything between his lips- an unlit cigarette, a toothpick, a bullet shell, the rare wasteland lollipop lmao

-this guy is big enough he can palm a milk jug like it's a can.

-prefere combat boots to anything else, especially steel toe combat boots.

-hates round laces, they've gotta be flat or he loses his shit and seethes internally.

-has tattoos. I don't make the gd rules, he's a military boy- he has ink. You just can't SEE any of it because it's under his shirt/pants.

-would actually have wanted an eyebrow piercing or the like pre-war and I will die and kill on this hill. He wouldn't have many piercings, but he would have a few, I feel. I think he'd get both eyebrows so it'd be even, maybe his nipples, and another secret one 👀

-doesnt like people much, very much a silent, brooding type. Doesn't open up for a LONG time, but when he does, he's warm

-affectionate as hell, but only once he's gotten to the warming-up point

-he more he opens up, the more snark he sends outward toward those he doesn't give a damn about. Will open his fat mouth and those brooding inside thoughts quickly become outside thoughts. Knows when to stay quiet as always, though.

-big spoon or little spoon, he doesn't care. Careful though, he runs VERY hot and will tuck a hand against your stomach to KEEP you against him, even in sleep

-likes tucking his face into someone's throat and WILL wake a lover to kisses on the shoulder and neck

-likes kisses and likes holding hands whenever able.

-hand will always be on lower back. If you're standing on something, he'll have his hand there in case. If you're sleepy and stumbling into the Lucky 38's kitchen, his hand is there to make sure you stay upright as he guides you along. If you're dealing with folks who are shady or make you uncomfortable or make Boone uneasy, his hand is right there to soothe you both.

-only puts his hand on the lower back of two people- the courier and Arcade. I take no criticisms.

-can kill for those he loves. WILL kill for those he loves.

-when cuddling with him, tuck your hand over his heart or around his dog tags and he'll melt in your hands. It's very important to him to silently be with someone, and he's hopelessly devoted to the few people he cares about.

[grumpy-beetle]

Hey!! So I’ve come to tumblr for help with preserving/pinning bugs!! I’m a major taxidermy nerd but this feels very different so I’m not sure where to begin.

I found this dragonfly while cleaning my house and would love to preserve them for photography and display. Just have no idea what to do or wear to begin. Any advice would be amazing!!

Hi there!! What a GORGEOUS dragonfly you found! And big one too! I'm jealous

You've come to the right place though! I've done a good bit of hobby taxidermy in the past and can give you some pointers!

Get yourself some insect pins. You can find these on ebay or amazon I assume. Don't get super long ones, most frames are only about 1-2 inches wide. They're special pins that are thin and sharp. Your choice which ones! (I still have to cut mine down lol)

Find a frame! The term you'll be searching for is going to be 'shadowbox' when looking online. You'll want a fabric backing inside it and enough space between it and the glass to fit your bug. There's special bug frames you can get. I usually go to my local store and get a fabric back crafting frame with a magnetic hinge door.

While you wait to get your pins, your bug is already dry so just keep it away from dust and fracturing. You can clean it with isopropyl on q-tips. Until then! Store in a dry place. (Unless it's a bug that freshly died for you- in that case, off they go into the fridge until they can be pinned.)

You got your pins. Great! Get yourself a container big enough to fit it. Paper towel at the bottom soaked in alcohol/isopropyl. Put another layer between that. Put your bug on top. Put the lid on. This will soften your bug so you can manipulate it. Leave for 24 hours or more.

Now your bug is soft. It won't be nearly as easy as it'd be with a fresh one- so you'll have to be careful with that abdomen. One pin goes through the thorax. That's your main holding pin. Manipulate your bug into place with the rest of the pins.

DO NOT PIN THROUGH THE WINGS. You will want to get a few pieces of cardboard or more styrofoam and stack em under the wings until they can lay flat. Clear piece of plastic (from a box or laminating sheet or something clear) over the wings, and you pin through THAT until it holds the wing tightly in place.

Now just to leave it to dry again! Not in the sun, not over a pure radiator, not anywhere humid. It will take a few weeks. Your bug is dry when you can't move their legs, leave longer for Thiccer bugs. I like to put mine near/atop my geckos heatlamp.

That's pretty much it!

Some bugs need different methods- like millipedes, or stickbugs that need to be gutted and stuffed. But a dragonfly should be good with just drying! Most bugs are.

Here's a picture of my current beetle drying.

Hope that helps!

[iinarizaki]

Can I have a love and deepspace matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American slightly chubby body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I have a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea and vomiting

Thank you

omg hello fellow eds baddie 💖

I match you with Xavier!

To start off, Xavier is very good with his words, unafraid to tell you how much he loves you and all the other ways you drive him wild, and he's basically a clingy baby koala when it comes to physical affection so I think he'll match your freak and then some in those departments. He might try to discourage you from doing too much for him in the ways of acts of service (he wants to service you) but he'll ultimately never say no to anything to do with you.

Having a rough flare up day? Need to sleep in? Can't get in to do hunter work because you're sick? Xavier is there for all of it. He'll dote on you, rest with you (his favourite), cover your shift and be back in record time to hold your hair back or (attempt to) make you something easy on your stomach then lay there with you until things ease up (but lets be real he's not moving unless he needs to anyway). He's probably the best out of the five at being a lapdog, and his schedule usually allows him the flexibility to help you whenever you might need it.

Your likes match his likes almost 1:1 from what we know in the game so you'd have a willing companion and great listener with all of those topics. He's gaming with you, he's asking you to read your books aloud while he dozes because he likes the sound of your voice, he's watching all your shows and coming up with whack takes, all sorts of quizzes would be a hit with him. "Do you think I'd actually be a leopard gecko?" "...well you both have big cute eyes?"

He does really love food and sharing meals so he kind of strikes me as the type to very carefully study the foods and textures you like to find new things that he's 99% sure will be a hit. If it is, he's hyped, if it isn't, that's okay he'll just avoid getting it for you again. It's all friendly and there's never any pressure.

The only downsides I can see to being with him are 1. his cooking abilities (I hope you can cook ;_;), 2. his jealousy habit (He'll almost square up with kids to keep your attention on him. ok diva.), 3. his chronic sleepiness, 4. easily kissing him with the almost foot taller height difference. here is your step stool.

Cosied up on the couch, nose buried in a game on your switch, your show on, and your cat snugged in at your blanketed side, you don't even realize Xavier's returned home until you hear a soft greeting from the back of other half of the L-shaped sectional. 

"Oh, hi! How was shopping?" You look up and offer him a soft smile, beginning the flurry of pausing, setting down your switch, and starting to push your blanket off your legs to get up and help him with putting away groceries.

"It’s okay, I've already handled it. I didn't get very much." Xavier says quickly to stop you from getting up, but you notice there’s still a medium sized brown paper bag held to his side with one arm. 

You start to settle back in, pulling your blanket back over your legs. “What’s in the bag?”  

“I got some kitty toys for my best friend.” He announces proudly, upending the bag onto the couch, a tumble of catnip, colors, feathers, crinkly bits, and printed fabrics following. “And some catnip. The cashier told me it was the strongest they carry.”

“Oooh, that’s nice.” There’s already a flurry of movement as your cat abandons your side to approach its new hoard of trinkets. “They’ll enjoy that.”

Xavier hums in agreement as he picks up the package of catnip and sets it in one of the side table drawers for safe keeping, heaven forbid teeth and claws get to it first.

He walks towards you, settling down next to you before he pulls you into his lap with ease. Tilting his head down, Xavier gentle nuzzles his nose against your cheek, his soft, sandy hair brushing against your temple. “I missed you.”

“You were only gone for an hour.” You squirm a little with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and turning your head to give him a quick kiss, his lips molding to yours so sweetly. “Thank you for spoiling our little mischief maker.” 

“It’s my pleasure. I’ll go play with them after I finish saying hello to you.” 

There’s a sudden scamper of nails and chirps, your cat and one of the crinkly mice toys now gone from where they were a moment ago to zoom around your home with glee. 

“It seems they’ve started without me.” Xavier muses with a mirthful smile, making no effort to get up as his toned arms stay warm and wound around your waist. 

[hellpmeimobsessed]

Hello friend! So, so, now hear me out, how about giving syzoth (reptile) scratches at the end of his shed? Like, at this point, all of the big pieces are off and now he's just working on getting out the little bits that got stuck in between his scales, nothing bad just the little bits that got pinched off because he was twisting to get another bit of skin. But now he's been doing this for hours and he's exhausted and you come in with this soft bristled scrubby brush and just start giving him the Best Back Scratches of his Life.

"DAMN IT!! Ugh, I give up. I'm going to be itchy for the rest of my life."

"You mean until your next shed." "WHICH COULD TAKE A LIFETIME!!" Syzoth was in distress as his shed hadn't gone as smoothly as it usually did. Thanks to the stress of near-constant combat and having to settle into his new life, as well as relatively arid surroundings, it had come off in flaky patches instead of one smooth and soft piece. Now, he had pieces stuck in places he couldn't reach, and you were going to hear about it.

In fact, it's all you'd been hearing since the Zaterran started late in the night, hearing all the bellowing and other forms of reptilian vocalizing he'd been doing while removing it, along with all the moving around. It had been a sleepless night for both of you. As you rolled your eyes at his antics, you spotted a brush you used while bathing to reach your back. It had relatively hard bristles, and you had an idea.

"Syzoth, do me a favor and shift fully, please." "Huh?" "Zaterran form, stat." "Fine, alright!" He threw his hands up in exasperation and shifted into the huge reptilian form, lowly bellowing in annoyance. You made a motion with your hand for him to turn around and he did. You took the brush to his back and began to scrub, and his legs gave out as he lay on the floor.

"Sy, you alright?" You hurried to the ground only to find his eye staring at you expectantly with the biggest smile a reptile could manage. You laughed and sat on the floor, continuing to scrub at his scales, mindful of his tail beginning to shake in glee. You had to convince him to roll over so you could get near his cloaca, and he was slightly embarrassed until you reminded him of the dangers of leaving it and your familiarity with earthrealm reptiles.

"Please, you want embarrasing? Try being my crested gecko when he got moss stuck in it and I had to pull it out." Syzoth hissed a laugh as he complied and rolled over. He got up when he felt no more stuck shed and stretched on all fours. While he was elongated, you gave his tail a quick once-over and found no stuck shed, and he shifted back, immediately stretching out on the couch and sighing in relief.

[wisecrackingeric-2]

You guys seriously need a crash course on all of my pets so here they all are under the cut

This is Doc hes 9 and he is the most arrogant little shit known to mankind but he loves attention more than anything else in this universe but only if it’s on HIS terms. He’ll stare at you like you cursed his entire family if you pick him up and cradle him like a baby but he will stand outside your door at 3 am meowing desperately to be let in so you can pat him while half awake and his purr sounds like a motor

This is Harold I got him from a family friend who just. Found him. Outside. In the wild. And brought him in cuz they thought he’d be a good pet for their kids. Their toddlers were afraid of him. So they gave him to me. So obviously he’s literally a WILD FROG but there’s no way he’d survive if I put him back out cuz they had him for like two years before giving him to me so I do my best to give him as bioactive of an enclosure as I can and don’t handle him at all as to keep him as stress free as possible. Don’t. Pick up. Wild animals. From outside. To keep. As pets. It’s a BAD IDEA

This is Echoooooooooooo she’s my little princeeeeeesssssss she was my first ever pet that I could call my OWN pet and she’s an absolute BABY she comes up to the glass when I call for her and she sleeps in the crook of my neck and she holds onto my fingers and stares at me and she only responds to me when I do an Albert Wesker impression. Also when she was just over a year old she got Follicular Stasis (basically Leopard Geckos can lay eggs on their own like chickens but this egg got inflamed and stuck in her) So we had to get surgery for her at the only exotic vet in the South Island AND she was the first Leo to get surgery at their place. Then she had to get a SECOND surgery cuz she was allergic to the stitches. Apparently Follicular Stasis only ever happens to older geckos and as far as I can tell there’s no recorded cases of a gecko getting it under the age of three so. Good job Echo

MY BABY YAAAAAAAAANCYYYYY she was the child of a lesbian marriage between my first ever chicken Illinois and her wife Dion cuz they both got broody at the same time so we got them eggs and they raised Yancy togetheeerrr <<<<33 it was sososososososo adorable to watch and I’m still in awe that I got to raise her from a baby but unfortunately both Illinois and Dion passed away from old age and I don’t know if that left Yancy witb trauma or something cuz she is TERRIFIED. Of EVERYTHING. Even her own shadow like that’s not a joke. She’s also. S O dumb. Like she walks into walls regularly and stares at the clouds. She’s so unbelievably dumb like it’s not even funny it’s a safety hazard

HERBERT THE MENACE my mum found her on a Facebook ad saying somebody had dumped their baby rabbit on the road so she just. Picked her up and took her home and at first we thought she was a boy cuz she kept humping Doc nonstop. Turns out she was a girl and she chilled after being neutered but now she’s a menace to society. She chews. Everything. Absolutely everything. She’s naughty and she knows it. She runs away from us when she’s in trouble and hides under beds. She eats EVERYTHING. She is so fat. But she’s also best friends with Doc- they play together during the day and they sleep together at night and follow each other around the house

Then of course there was Hudson <3 he passed away March of last year and to this day he was still my best friend ever. We got him when I was 3 and we had him for 14/15 years so to say he was the bestest dog in the entire world would be a total understatement

[dawnfire12]

Criminal II Richie Gecko

word count: 1300

notes: The character is 20+. Part one is the backstory but you don't have to read it to understand what's happening.

warnings: smut, injury, hostage situation, murder, women dancing on poles.

summary: Angela awakes from her concussion to find her family in the bar called Titty Twister. She goes in to persuade Richie to let her family go and ends up with more than she bargained for.

Part I

I wake up to the RV stopping and a black jacket around me. I groan and sit up, wiping my hand across my face.

“Oh Angela, you’re okay.” Dad hugs me.

“Yeah, what happened? Where are we?” I glance around.

“We made it to Mexico and we are at some bar called Titty Twister. We have to go inside.” He pulls me up.

“Where’s Scott and Kate?” I tumble out of the RV.

“They’re inside with our captors.” 

“Great.” I grip the jacket.

We walk inside to the Titty Twister and all I see are beautiful women dancing on poles. I avert my eyes to give them privacy and search for my sister and brother. It’s a big bar mostly filled with male customers and lots of liquor bottles displayed on every table. My dad pulls me to the table that has my siblings and Seth.

“Oh Kate.” I sigh and hug her.

She squeezes me, “I was so worried.”

I kiss her head,”I’m sorry.”

I take one of my arms off her waist and hold Scott’s arm,”You okay?”

He nods.

“Alright, now that we are all back together how about a drink?” Seth asks.

“I just woke up and may have a concussion.” I state.

“Eh. You win some, you lose some. Life’s too short. Have a drink!” 

I raise an eyebrow,” No thank you.”

Seth raises his hand,”Alright. Katie cute you’re up.”

Seth pours a shot and slides it to her. He pours one for himself and cheers the shot cups before downing his drink.

Kate exhales and takes a shot, “Now why don’t you let us go?  We held up our end of the deal.”

Seth moves his finger back and forth,”Nuh uh. Not yet. Not until my brother and I get our money.”

“Where is your brother?” I ask.

Seth turns to me,”He’s in the back room towards the right.”

I nod and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Dad asks.

“Maybe I can convince Richard to let us go.” I shrug.

“Good luck,” Seth downs a shot.

I start to walk away when I hear Seth say, “Nice jacket.”

I pause in my steps and decide to keep moving forward. I twist and turn away from the suspicious men in the bar and enter the pink curtains. I duck my head as I walk forward and lift my head up once I walk into the room.

Richard is sitting on a couch while a lady dances in front of him. He waved his hand and the woman scuffs walking away. She bumps into me on the way out and I stumble back into the wall. I watch her leave and I walk towards Richard. He’s wearing just his white shirt and black pants.

“Angela, are you feeling okay?” He asks.

I nod and sit next to him,”Yeah not so bad. I got this jacket to keep me warm.”

He nods, “Listen I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt and drag your family into this.”

I breathe in,”Then let them go. Let us go.”

He shakes his hand,”No. You’re not leaving me.”

“Richard, why am I so important to you?”

“Because you are. Because I see things and the things I’ve been seeing have called me here to find her and you. Now that I’m here I feel like I belong and I won’t lose that.”

“Richard, let us go.” I reach up and gently kiss his lips.

I pull away and see his eyes are still closed. I wait till he opens them.

“Set us free.” I say.

He arches an eyebrow,”Why would you say that?”

He leans in and kisses me. I let out a noise of surprise as he opens his mouth so his tongue can touch mine. He places his hand on my jaw, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss. I let out gasps as we continued to kiss.

He leans into me more causing me to start leaning back and laying down on the couch. He pulls me closer by pulling my hips and opening my legs so he can fit in the space. His mouth parts from mine and he starts kissing down my neck. I breathe in and out hard, staring at the ceiling until he starts sucking on the one side of my neck that has me letting out a moan.

“Richard.” I groan as he sucks harder. His teeth graze against my neck.

He pulls back and looks at me, “Call me Richie.”

I smile,”Richie.”

He pulls me up and takes off his jacket, yanking off my top before laying me down. He kisses down my neck to my right breast. He sucks on my nipple causing me to moan aloud. He does the same treatment to the other breast and kisses my body down to my shorts. He unzips them and tosses them to the ground. He leans back and unbuttons his shirt all while making eye contact. He throws it to the floor and kisses up my legs to my panties.

He kisses the center of my panties and that has me digging my nails into the couch. His tongue reaches out and starts licking me through the panties. I gasp and grab his hair. He tugs my panties down and starts circling my clit with his tongue.

“Oh Richie.” I moan.

He hums and starts moving his tongue faster. I start breathing faster and my hand starts pulling at his hair. 

“Ah! Don’t stop Richie. It feels so good!” I pant.

He listens to me and I feel the rush coming through my body until it finally releases. I arch my back up and cry out before laying back down. Richie pulls back and leans up to kiss me. He unbuckles his belt, sliding it out of his pants and unzips his pants, pushing them down a bit.

He kisses me, wandering his fingers down to my core and pushes one finger in. I blow out a breath, surprised by the insertion and the pleasure filled feeling. He moves his finger back and forth before adding another and continuing the pattern. 

“Richie, please.” I beg him.

“Oh Angela.” He whispers, taking out his fingers and replacing it with his cock.

No words leave my mouth as he enters me. I’m gripping the furniture so hard I think I may break it. I’ve never felt so full before.

“You feel perfect.” He growls and thrusts slowly.

“Mmhmm.” I moan.

He wraps my legs around his waist and grips my hips. He starts thrusting faster and deeper.

“Oh my god Richie!” I shout.

“That feel good, baby?” He grunts in my ear.

“Yes Richie!”

“You’re being such a good girl for me. Taking me so well.” He praises.

Tears prickle at the corner of my eyes. It feels too good. The familiar pressure is building up again.

“Richie please. I want to cum.”

He swears and slams my hips onto his.

“Oh fuck right there Richie!” I wail out as my nails scrap along his arms.

“Fuck! Fuck! You’re going to be a good girl and stay with me. You aren’t leaving me.” He moans.

“Ah! Ah!” I moan.

“Say it!” He demands.

“I’m not leaving you!” I cry out.

“Good girl. Now cum.” He commands and my body follows his order. The pleasure takes over my body and I see white. He pumps a few more times before cumming in me. He gasps out and removes his cock from my pussy. 

I breathe in deeply to try and catch my breath. He fixes his pants and wraps me up in his jacket, pulling me in his arms.

He pecks my lips,”You’re mine.”

I lean my forehead on his, "I’m yours.”