#ferret splinter

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. drawing of Splinter and Leo from ROTTMNT shaking hands. Splinter is drawn as a ferret, and has his hair in a bun held in place with a hairpin. He and Leo both frown slightly, and Leo slouches forward somewhat, but is still a head taller. Above Splinter is written "illegal in New York" and above Leo, "illegal in New Jersey". End I.D.]

like father like son i guess lol

[halobirthdays]

Happy birthday to Spartan Ash-G099!

Today is his -515th birthday!

Ash was orphaned during the Human-Covenant war after the Covenant glassed his home planet of Alluvion. He was recruited by ONI into the SPARTAN-III program, and began his training under Kurt Ambrose on the shield world Onyx. Ash was assigned to Gamma Company and the leader of Team Saber, which became one of the Spartan-III's best fireteams. After the devastating losses in Alpha Company, Ambrose decided to do things differently with the Gammas. Determined not to suffer the same losses, he secretly had the Gammas treated with a cocktail of illegal performance-enhancing drugs. While this made the Gammas faster and stronger, it also made them more mentally unstable. The Gammas, including Ash, required the use of "smoothers", drugs which would counteract the mental imbalance.

After the first activation of the Halo array, Sentinels on Onyx entered a standby state. When the Sentinels reactivated, they approached Ash. When Ash was unable to satisfactorily prove that he was a "Reclaimer", the Sentinels became hostile.

At the same time, Fleet Master Voro Nar 'Mantakree began his assault on Onyx. Team Saber was joined by Spartan-II Blue Team who helped stage a defense against the assault. Two of Saber's members, Dante and Holly, died during the assault. After 'Mantakree's fleet was destroyed, Ash and the surviving members of Team Saber remained attached to Blue Team.

Blue Team was deployed to Gao to investigate the presence of a Foreunner ancilla. The ancilla was attempting to brew tension between the already-distrustful Gaos and the UNSC by killing Gao citizens, who suspected the UNSC of the murders. Gao Special Inspector Veta Lopis was sent to investigate the murders, accompanied by Blue Team. Like the other Gaos, she suspected the UNSC of the murders, and in particular, Gamma member Mark-G313.

When the truth about the ancilla Intrepid Eye was revealed and the Gao government turned on Lopis, she dropped her suspicions and joined forces with the UNSC. However, ONI was concerned with the risk the Gammas presented when they did not have a steady supply of smoothers. To keep them out of the public eye, the Gammas were trained to be part of an ONI operative team called the Ferrets with Veta Lopis as their leader.

The Ferrets went into deep cover within the Keepers of the One Freedom--a Covenant splinter group--posing as Lopis' children. Through this, they were able to follow the Keepers to the Ark. There, they learned that the Keepers intended on using the Ark to fire the Halo array with the help of San’Shyuum Prelate Dhas Bhasvod. The Ferrets broke cover to stop them, with Lopis allowing herself to he captured with the intention of guiding the UNSC to initiate an orbital bombardment to prevent the Halo arrays from firing. Mark, who began to unravel due to a prolonged period without his smoothers, suffered significant injuries by the time the Ferrets were rescued by Red Team. As they retreated, Mark was killed by Bhasvod. The Ferrets joined the crew of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, who held a funeral in his honor. Ash was deeply shaken by the loss of his teammate, believing himself responsible for Mark's death.

In canon (~2560), he is turning 21!

[mxlfoydraco]

Do you have any Angsty (maybe hurt comfort) Drarry fics that have Lucius and Narcissa?

Okay, this made me realize that there are lots of fics with Narcissa but not as many with Lucius! I already have "Includes Draco’s Parents" so I'm adding on to that,

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w (76k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

Meanwhile, on Level One, ex-Golden Boy Harry Potter is stuck in another interminable policy meeting, completely unaware of the mysterious comings and goings just three floors below. But when a giant snake emergency requires the assistance of a Parselmouth, Harry finds himself thrust, unprepared, into Draco’s weird and wonderful world – and naturally, he can’t keep away…

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

There Is Always the Moon by @firethesound (159k)

Draco’s life after the war is everything he wanted it to be: it’s simple, and quiet, and predictable, and safe. But when a mysterious curse shatters the peace he’d worked so hard to build, there’s only one person he can trust to help him. After all, Harry Potter has saved his life before. Now Draco has to believe that Potter will be able to do it one more time. (A remix of If the Sun Goes Black by pasdexcuses)

Secrets by Vorabiza (395k)

Beginning with Draco's unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry's summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side. H/D post-HBP ~~Complete~~

Bond by AnnaFugazzi (173k)

Compliant up to OOP. Yet another one of those Harry And Draco Are Forced To Be Together By Something Beyond Their Control And Then Stuff Happens Leading To Twoo Wuv stories. Because every HD writer has to write at least one.

Bloody But Unbowed by Lomonaaeren (100k)

Nothing in Harry’s life since the war has gone the way he expected. And now he’s the mediwizard assigned to take care of Lucius Malfoy, of all people. But he’s Harry; he grits his teeth and endures. He won’t allow even Draco Malfoy’s flirting, which he knows is just a joke, to disconcert him.

Bonded Consort by Lomonaaeren (89k)

 Nineteen years ago, the Potters betrothed their firstborn child to the firstborn Malfoy child. Eighteen years ago, Voldemort was defeated for good. Seventeen years ago, the Potters changed the contract so that their secondborn child was substituted for their firstborn. Now, Draco Malfoy is trying to work out what happened.

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by sobsicles (456k)

When Harry fails to keep his anger at bay and Voldemort possesses his mind, the events that follow lead him down a long road to realizing the world isn't as black and white as it seems. Chaos, hilarity, and tragedy ensue with a Dark Lord being honest all the time, a rival becoming something else, and a world demanding to be saved. Featuring frightened Death Eaters, deep conversations with a monster, Pureblood traditions being ridiculous, and the fight to do the right thing with no true options. Harry's life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment. ~~~ Or, the one where Harry's life gets split in half, and he has to figure out how to bring it back together.

Chronological Displacement by bookinit (89k)

In which Harry and Draco have a time-turner accident, and many things go wrong, but a lot of things also go right. Featuring: reptilian bonding night, canon-inaccurate animagus lessons, and a fuck-ton of pining.

aka the fic where Harry finds his family, and fights to keep them.

Kept Man by @drarry (147k)

A downtrodden Harry Potter in a serious dry spell is looking to be a kept man, and a lonely Draco Malfoy responds to his anonymous ad. A perfect storm of lust, scandal, and maybe even love. A Daddy Kink Magnum Opus.

The Marriage of True Minds by Lomonaaeren (204k)

Lucius curses Harry and Draco into a forced marriage. They're only required to live together, not be together, and so they try to date other people. But over time, things change.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

The Sleeping Beauty Curse by who_la_hoop (152k)

When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken – at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth – by ‘true love’s kiss’, Harry Potter knows there’s no way on earth he’s the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .?

survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller (471k, WIP)

In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.

Their best isn't perfect.

The Voldemort Manor by kedavranox (40k)

The Malfoy Manor is a state run museum, renamed The Voldemort Manor by the Ministry for Magic. As part of his probation, Draco is assigned as sole caretaker. When the Manor hosts a series of high class events celebrating the Wizarding World’s fourth Yuletide season Post War, it brings with it a swathe of people Draco hasn’t seen in years; including one, Harry Potter.

In the Shadow of Your Heart by @lqtraintracks (51k)

And thus began the very strange circumstance of their fake dating in public and real fucking in absolute secret. It was, with no comparison, the weirdest relationship Draco had ever been in – which was to say, it wasn't one.

Waiting By An Open Door by @femmequixotic and @noeeon (29k)

Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don’t get fairy tale endings, do they?

Never Feel the Burning Light by @carpemermaidtales (48k)

When it falls to Draco to restore his family name to its former glory the road ahead of him is long, but with Harry Potter’s help and a plan that is just this side of ridiculous he just might succeed at accomplishing his goals and getting what he wants. What neither of them plan on is falling in love along the way.

Foolproof by leontina (14k)

All of Harry's friends have gone away for the winter holidays, so when Draco Malfoy asks Harry if he wants to pretend to date him in order to piss off some bigots at a Malfoy family gathering, how can Harry say no?

Shibboleths by zeitgeistic (109k)

Muggle Immersion co-Professor Harry Potter spends his days hanging with his son, reading to his "dog," teaching magical kids about the internet with his cousin Dudley, and irritating Snape’s portrait. He’s understandably annoyed when his cosy life is interrupted by the Headmistress hiring on Draco Malfoy to be Hogwarts’ new Ancient Magical Cultures and Spellcasting professor. But then the explosion happens, and it turns out they'll all need Malfoy's knowledge if they want the magical world to survive. The one with the scary things and Professor Dudley.

Silverpoint by @tackytigerfic (8k)

"It seems fairly simple to you, but you know that you don't really understand love - how could you, after all? You've never known how to talk about it, but you've never had to before. Everyone you ended up loving has always understood. You've been able to show them, by fighting for them, dying for them. That seems a bit much- after all, Malfoy just wants tea in bed and his cock in your mouth (not usually at the same time). It's ok to love him, you reason with yourself - he doesn't have to know. No one ever has to know." Or: How Harry Potter Fell In Love (and Realised that Draco Malfoy Loved Him Back).

Slithering by astolat (24k)

Draco found the nest down in the Manor’s cellars, while he was clearing them out.

Chasing Draco by dracogotgame (47k)

Draco Malfoy is every suitor's nightmare. His brazen temper and absolute disregard for the personal safety of others has his father in despair. Enter Harry Potter. Based on 'Taming of the Shrew': An epic tale of Harry and Draco's crazy courtship complete with meddling fathers in law, reluctant fiances, annoying best friends and furniture missiles. Let the madness begin.

Appallingly Wrong And Irreparably Broken by Tessa Crowley (26k)

Everything in Harry’s life is pretty terrible, all things considered. His ex-wife won’t stop sleeping around, the government is broken, and his life is an endless cycle of crippling self-hatred and bitter sarcasm. So when Draco Malfoy comes sauntering back into it, sharp as a tack and twice as fit as he has any right to be, the only comfort Harry can find is that he can’t possibly make it any worse. You know, probably.

Paws of Fury by Veritas03 (87k) “Bellow, bluster… your rage is insignificant. No more than the mewing of a kitten. Do not be afraid. He will save you. Calm you. Love you.” Harry has a furry little problem – but Draco’s scent soothes the savage beastie. Will Draco be able to save him when Harry’s world begins to crumble? 

The Shadowy Corners by Kedavranox (29k)

Fifteen years after the war, Draco is still struggling to survive. Living in squalor and under heavy Ministry restrictions, Draco takes Pansy’s advice on an option he had never thought to consider before. A means to regain everything he lost and more, courtesy of the wizarding hero –Harry Potter.

[sweet-s0rr0w]

A selection of ten of my favourite Drarry fics featuring proposal scenes, with lots of love to @makeitp1nk on her wedding day! I hope it's magical, M ❤️❤️

🌹 Collapsed in Love by @tackytigerfic (M, 3.6k)

A prince, a party, and a proposal. A day in the life of Harry and Draco two years into their relationship. Sequel to Modern Love.

🌻 High Aspirations by @amelior8or (T, 3.7k)

The mission was supposed to be simple — the smugglers weren’t taking Portkeys, so the Aurors just need to track them onto a Muggle aerial plane. It’s fine. Nothing can really go wrong, as long has Harry can deal with Draco flying Muggle for the first time, and with Draco completely blowing their cover. And with Draco looking really beautiful when he throws curses.

🥀 5 Times Harry Tried to Propose (and The Time He Gets it Right) by @carpemermaidtales (M, 7.3k)

5+1 marriage proposals Harry makes to Draco.

🌺 The Ferret's Nest by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 9.6k)

Harry has a ferret and a whole lot of tattoos. Unfortunately, it's only one of these things Draco approves of.

💠 Matchmaker, Matchmaker by @firethesound (E, 12k)

Sometimes, Harry can't help but wonder why such strange shit always happens to him.

🌼 amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (E, 21k)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

🌷 House Proud by astolat (E, 23k)

His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

🏵 Heart Like Neon by @lqtraintracks (E, 41k)

Bored of being The Chosen One, Harry discovers he rather likes sex and becomes a professional. He’s good at it, and part of why is that he can read people. Not minds, not Legilimens, but their whole self, and he can give them what they don’t even know they want. Enter Draco fucking Malfoy, enigma to everyone, including himself. Harry can’t help but want to break into him, to figure him out. And Draco, thinking he’ll fuck Potter on a lark, has no idea what he’s in for.

💐 Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier (E, 44k)

Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.

🌸 That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (E, 78k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

New york:

🟣 🐈 🎼 🗡

:)

👪 - Family

🟣Romantic/sexual/shippy

This poor thing gets flustered extremely easily and it's the cutest thing ever. His s/o (whoever you ship him with) constantly gives him compliments and hugs him from behind and will come up behind him and kiss him on the back of the neck to fluster him. But that doesn't stop him from loving them to death and he would die for his lover(s) if it meant keeping them safe.

🐈Pets:

He has two dogs, two rats and two ferret. The dogs names are Kodi and Nico, the rats are named Splinter and Lucky, and the ferrets are named Munch and Bandit <3

🎶 Music:

He will listen to pretty much anything, but he mainly listens to classic rock, rock in general, and rap. He is quite a fan of Melanie Martinez tho.

🗡️ Fighting:

Just because he's lanky af, doesn't mean that he can't kick somebody's rear end. He can and will, especially if provoked. He has also thrown Alaska like a ragdoll. The other states were as stunned as Alaska was.

👪 Family:

His siblings are CT (oldest), NJ (middle), and MA (middle). He is the youngest child and definitely radiates that chaotic demonic energy. He is also very protective of his siblings, so he made sure to give Penn, Mary, Del, and SC the thorough talk about what he would do to them if they were to hurt his siblings.

[somedaylazysomeday]

Captured - Part Two

Charles Vane x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

The Ranger is under attack by another ship.

Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,500

Warnings: multiple mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, brief non-consensual sexual touching, mentions of fighting, graphic description of violence and death, mentions of slavery, fingering, brief oral sex (male receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie

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Humans bled. You were well acquainted with the process - had spent more than a few of your years lamenting that very fact. Everything from your monthly courses to a stumble or a scrape left you cleaning the rust-colored liquid from your skin and clothing. To bleed was a natural thing and blood was nothing to be frightened of.

It felt entirely frightening now. 

You stared blankly at the wall of your small office aboard the Ranger. Your eyes stung with the need to close them, to sleep or sigh or blink - but when you shut your eyes, all you saw was red. 

You had been living on the Ranger for several months now. After you had proved that the crew’s spoils were worth less on Nassau than other crews earned for similar goods, the crew had voted to keep you onboard as their permanent clerk. You devised ways to deal with Eleanor Guthrie - sometimes going around her to deal with Mr. Scott, other times selling the ship’s goods to other crews in exchange for a small service charge - but you had other duties on board as well. You calculated rations, helped tally inventory, and tracked the ship’s speed, considering every different variable you could collect data on. 

The secret of your true identity was still largely a secret. Anne Bonny had ferreted out the truth in only a few short weeks - well before you had reached Nassau for the first time. What Bonny knew, she often shared with Jack Rackham, so there was a possibility he knew as well. And, of course, Captain Charles Vane was well aware of your womanhood. You slept in his quarters nearly as often as you slept in your office. You would do a great deal to avoid the barracks, but you could privately admit that there were other perks to sharing space with the captain.

The crew may have grumbled about the fact that you did not take part in their squabbles with other ships, but most seemed to accept the idea that you were not a pirate. Your role on the Ranger was to deal with numbers, not with people. You were useful in other areas, which was precisely what Captain Vane told them any time he overheard them complaining about your ‘privileges’. Vane had his own reasons to keep you out of battle, but he declined to share them with you. More likely than not, it was because he would prefer to keep a warm cunt to bury himself in. You were happy to avoid hearing those words directly.

For those reasons, you were always tucked safely away when the Ranger took a prize. The doorway of your office was barricaded and blocked, and you were armed with a small pistol and a dagger. The first few times had been terrifying - the world-shaking boom of cannons and the sharp clatter of musket fire reaching your ears with laughable ease even through the protective cover of the ship - but nothing had come of them. Captain Charles Vane was well-known and widely feared. Few could stand against him and even fewer were willing to try.

This time was different. 

The Ranger had spotted a promising ship on the horizon in the early hours of the morning. They had caught up to her by the afternoon and prepared to board. Vane had locked you in your office himself, placing the pistol in your hand and giving you a sharp nod before he left. You still were unused to the sounds and uncertain you ever would be, but you did your best to ignore them… until you realized they sounded wrong.

The other ship was firing as well, cannons discharging at the Ranger. You heard the crack of splintering wood from somewhere on the ship, but you could not begin to guess where it was coming from. And once the screams started, you no longer cared to work it out. 

Curses and shouts of vengeance mingled horribly with the screams, undercut by the sound of boots thudding against the deck over your head. A chill went down your spine: the Ranger was being boarded.

For the next eternity, the sounds of fighting reached you, falling thick and fast through the sturdy wooden beams of the ship’s deck. You prayed frantically, trying to slow the pounding beat of your heart as you eased under whatever protection your desk could offer. It did no good - your door was forced open shortly afterward. 

You gasped, fumbling for the pistol. An instant later, it was kicked from your stinging hands and you were dragged to your feet by an unfamiliar man of an impressive stature. His eyes were cold and cruel, and the naval uniform he wore did nothing to ease your mistrust of him.

“Are you a pirate or a hostage?” he asked, gaze flicking over your body.

You stared at him, struck mute with fear and apprehension. 

He shook his head impatiently. “Come with me and we’ll sort it out on deck.”

The man used his grip on your arm to tow you out after him, walking through the barracks and past several fallen members of the Ranger’s crew. You stared at them in dismay, slowing in a way that displeased your escort. 

“Keep up, boy,” he snapped, giving your shoulders a shake so harsh that the thong tying your hair fell away. “The crown will hardly care about one more dead pirate-”

He trailed off, eyes brightening as they watched the way your hair fell from the tight tail you had kept it in. Those eyes darted across your face and torso, tallying up parts of your appearance and seeming pleased by the total he had reached. Before you could even attempt to push away from him, he dropped a hand, forcing it below the band of your pants and cupping the mound of your sex. 

“What is this?” he asked, smiling cruelly as you gasped. “A whore in disguise?”

The decision to release your dominant arm worked against him and you located the dagger in a heartbeat, burying it in his stomach a moment later. His face convulsed, tightening in shock as he stared down at the handle of the dagger still held in your hand. You kept your grip firm, jerking the dagger sideways until the man’s face went purple, then white as he crumpled to his knees. Your hand was washed in a hot wave of blood and you lost your grip on the dagger - now buried in the writhing mass of intestines spilling from his gut.

You retched, moving to clap a hand over your mouth but caught sight of the blood before you could do something so foolish. That made you retch again and you retreated into your office, closing the door as best you could behind you.

That was where you still were, your blank gaze fixed on the opposite wall. If you were careful, you could avoid seeing your blood-spattered hands or the browning stains spread across your clothing. If you just focused on the wall, you could pretend your ears were not ringing with the sound he had made as he finally collapsed to the floor. In the solace of your mind, you could be far from here.

And that was what you did. 

Even when the sound of your name shouted in increasing fervor echoed through the barracks and around the walls of your office, you kept your eyes fixed on that wall. When rough hands grabbed you, they could belong to no one other than Vane, but you flinched anyway. 

He bit out your name so harshly that the sound seemed like it should have hit you as a physical blow, but it seemed like it was coming from a great distance away. 

The firm slap against your cheek came through with perfect clarity. 

You gasped at Vane, only just managing to stop yourself from touching your face with your still-bloodied hands. He watched you without remorse, but there was a tinge of worry underlying the intensity of his stare.

“Are you injured?” he asked, and you distantly realized that it was not the first time he had asked the question. 

“No,” you assured him slowly, trying to remember. “It is not my blood.”

If you were even slightly more aware, the surprise on Vane’s face would have offended you, but it was all you could do to keep your attention fixed on the conversation. “Whose is it?”

“A soldier, I believe,” you told him, gesturing vaguely toward the door of your office. “He is still out there. He was big.”

“That was your doing?” Vane asked, sounding even more astonished. “A man twice your size? You gutted him.”

You felt your stomach lurch again and shook your head sharply. “Please. I cannot- do not make me discuss this. I need…” You held up your hands, mutely showing their iron-scented dye to the captain.

“Wait here.”

Vane had left the office, but returned only moments later. He was holding a strip of cloth - one you recognized as the cloth he used as a handkerchief - that was dripping with water. He knelt in front of you and began cleaning your hands. Ridiculously, your thoughts were consumed with hoping he had used the ladle from the water bucket rather than dipping the cloth directly inside. A contaminated bucket would do nothing but begin arguments among the crew.

“You’re quiet,” Vane commented, running the cloth along the very edges of your fingernails.

“I- I cannot help but think over the things that brought me here.” Vane stilled, his pale eyes searching your face. “I could have hidden somewhere else or been faster to shoot. I could have fought on deck with the crew or stayed behind on Nassau. I could have chosen to die when you boarded the Persistence. I could have lived my life in London and never set foot on a ship as long as I drew breath.”

“You hated London,” Vane said, the reminder seeming to spring automatically from his lips. You had said it often enough, and it was the truth, but…

“But it would have meant I did not take a man’s life,” you countered. “It would have meant that I could have died never knowing the weight of a man’s intestines against the back of my hand.”

You shuddered, your hand tightening into a fist at the remembered sensation. Vane wiped the cloth over the back of your hand and down over your knuckles, coaxing your fingers open with a gentleness that frankly shocked you. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” you murmured. “My life wasn’t supposed to be piracy and ships and blood-”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, but you did well,” Vane interrupted, cleaning the path left by a single drop of blood as it had trailed down your forearm.

You laughed, the sound ugly and harsh in the otherwise peaceful office. “I did well. You are correct, I defended myself very well. I used a dagger in a way I had hoped never to do. I never planned to do. I wasn’t supposed to be the type of person who has stabbed a man to death.”

The world began to soften around the edges as your gaze returned to the opposite wall. You missed the way Vane’s hands tightened around your newly clean fingers, and the way his eyes grew steely. You noticed when he stood, but only because he rose directly into your line of sight and there was no avoiding him.

That was especially true when he wrapped warm hands around your upper arms, yanking you roughly to your feet. He ducked to be on-level with you, the tight battle-style of his hair leaving his face devastatingly bare.

“Listen to me,” he ordered. “I can’t say I know what you’re going through. You thought you wouldn’t be like this, thought you would have a different life. Maybe it would have been a better one - who’s to say? But I know damned well what my life was before. This is far better than I ever dreamed. I thought I was fated to pain and toil. I was told I deserved chains. Hell, I’m still told that now.”

You blinked at the unexpected perspective. “I’m sorry-”

“No,” he said, silencing you with a single syllable. “Here’s what you need to know: it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you thought your life would be, or what you planned for yourself, or even what you feel you deserve. All that matters is where you are. You’re here, you’re alive, and you killed a man to make sure of it. He deserved his death, but you’ll have his blood on your hands for the rest of your life.”

You took a breath, listening to the way it shuddered into your lungs. Slowly, carefully, you nodded. Vane nodded with you. 

“You have a life because you fought for it. Now you decide what you want to do with it.”

The next breath you took was far more steady. You met his gaze. “Distract me. Please. I need to think about… I need to stop thinking. Please.”

“What do you need from me?” he asked.

“Fuck me, Vane,” you amended. The captain always appreciated a direct approach.

Vane’s stare burrowed under your skin. His voice - always deep - went so rough it sounded almost painful. “That’s really what you need?”

You nodded, any verbal assurances caught behind the lingering fear still bubbling in your throat. Vane didn’t wait for anything more, ducking slightly to capture your mouth in a heated, exploratory kiss.

Despite your inner turmoil and the visions dancing behind your eyelids, you melted into Vane. It was instinctive at this point, something you could not fight even if you had wished to. You knew what pleasures came from this, and your body would not be denied.

In moments, your breasts grew tender, peaked with stiff nipples as the familiar dampness grew between your legs. Vane’s hands rose to run over your bare skin, creating more of it with every pass of those roughened fingers. Your male clothing fell away as he dropped his head to mouth at your neck, to nip at your shoulder. He hissed a curse against your skin and you realized that your hips were making tiny circles, searching for friction against Vane’s leg.

“How do you want it?” he demanded, a frantic look in his pale eyes.

“I want to be overwhelmed,” you told him, voice breathy. “Beyond that, I do not care.”

Vane nodded and you found yourself on the floor of your office only a moment later. You arched against the cool wooden boards, but Vane pressed you into them again as he lowered himself down on top of you. His hair had fallen free of whatever cord or thong he had used to tie it back for the battle and it fell freely around you both. You were awash in the scent of smoke and man and Vane.

His mouth was pressed against yours once more as his kiss grew - if possible - more intense. His lips and tongue worked against your own in a messy fumble that resulted in more than one clash of teeth between you. 

Your hips shot upward when Vane managed to push your trousers far enough down your legs that his foot could catch and push them away, leaving you bare for him. The touch of his fingers between your legs brought an instant surge of pleasure, instantly made sweeter with the way one of those fingers breached your channel.

“So tight,” Vane said, his voice half a plea. “Don’t know how long I can wait.”

“Then you should not wait,” you urged, raising your hips once more. Vane’s eyes darted down to the place where his hand was pressed, heating at what he saw there. You could hear your own wetness as he thrust his finger into you.

You had a moment of guilt so pronounced that it nearly knocked you out of the moment entirely. You had never been overly religious - nothing more than weekly church services - but the moral reprehensibility of doing this act outside of the sanctity of marriage had been made clear. Even then, proper ladies didn’t enjoy it. You had not been taught much of your own body, but it had been made clear that you were expected to submit to your husband - lying still and silent under the blankets in a darkened room. 

That expectation bore little resemblance to where you found yourself now.

Before you could stumble any further over your own upbringing, Vane added another finger and your mind grew far too distant to waste energy pondering the implications of enjoying this.

A noise burst from you, the desperate whine answered with a deep growl from Vane. His thumb pressed against the pearl at the top of your sex and your hips jerked once more. Your head thrashed back and forth against the floorboards, brow furrowed as you chased the pleasure shining just out of your reach.

“Let it take you,” Vane commanded, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your lips.

You let out a little cry into his mouth as the shining wave broke over you, leaving you floating in a pool of bliss uncorrupted by thought.

“Better?”

You peered at Vane, reluctantly opening your eyes to do so. When you had closed them in the first place, you weren’t sure. He was watching you with fondness on his normally fierce face. There was patience there, a bit of wry amusement, but also a touch of hunger. 

A warmth heated your chest. If you said you were better - that you were finished - Vane would take you at your word. He would leave you be rather than push himself on you when you were fragile. Of course, you would pay that particular bill with interest later. If you denied him now, your coupling that night would be frantic, full of heated whispers and growled promises.

That was almost enough to convince you to wave him off for now, but you never had been good at saving some of your sweets for later. You shook your head. “No, not at all.”

Vane nodded solemnly, but his pale eyes sparkled at your dramatic pout and the sad look you were aiming in his direction. “Then we’ll keep trying.”

“I hate to be so much trouble,” you said with a sigh, draping a hand over your head in a way that always made Vane take one of your breasts into his mouth. You had teased him about it once, warned that he would suffocate that way if he were not careful. He had been unmoved, telling you that it sounded like a better death than he had ever considered.

The memory - pleasant as it was - left your mind entirely as Vane’s lips closed around your nipple. The pressure he applied with his mouth left your knees weak and your jaw slack, though he chased a sound from you when his teeth closed in the space surrounding the tight peak. He did not seek to do any permanent damage, but as he pulled back, the pain that rushed into that place warned that you would be sore when you tried to bind your chest the next day.

“Have you resorted to cannibalism?” you asked, cradling the tender flesh of your breast.

One side of Vane’s mouth lifted in a filthy smirk as his gaze traveled down your torso to fix between your thighs. “It’s a thought.”

You chuckled as you pushed his shoulder. Vane collapsed flat on his back with a groan that you could feel through the floorboards. You leaned over him, horrified. Had he been injured in the skirmish and decided against telling you for some reason? 

“Vane?” you asked anxiously. 

He cracked his eyes open, looking solemn but free of pain. “You’re a fierce opponent. You’ve bested me.”

You sighed, shaking your head and biting back the amusement you felt before it could show on your face. “I was worried you were hurt!”

“I am,” he insisted. “I may never stand again. There is only one thing that can heal me.”

The walls of your office were thin, and the placement of the barracks outside meant that you worked to remain as quiet as possible during your activities with Vane. This time, however, you were unable to fight back a shriek of laughter as he grabbed your waist and settled you firmly on top of him. You were straddling him, knees splayed to either side of his narrow hips.

He muffled your giggles with his lips, dragging your face down to his for a kiss that felt like he truly was trying to eat you alive. At the same time, the gentle rocking of his body between your legs was stirring you from mere readiness to the edge of madness.

Vane was a man who liked to be in control. You could hardly blame him, given his past experiences, but it meant that you had few chances to hone your repertoire of movements when you were in charge. In truth, you could only remember a handful of times you ever had been in this position. 

So, when Vane frowned, shifting uncomfortably beneath you, you feared the worst. “What is it? Do you need me to-?”

You started to rise up from your seat, but Vane held you firmly in place. “No, don’t move. Not like that anyway. But I cannot feel you at all through this,” he complained, indicating his breeches. 

This time, you let your amusement show. “What a tragedy! Allow me to help…”

You slid backward, shifting your weight to his thighs as you unlaced the front of Vane’s breeches. When his cock was free, bobbing hard and angry from the confinement, you continued back, drawing the material with you until Vane could kick it away. On your path back up to him, you paused to lick a stripe up the underside of his manhood, lingering at the tip for a moment while you decided how you wanted to proceed.

The choice was taken from you when Vane hissed a loud curse and pulled you upward. The movement was totally lacking in grace, but - as you spilled over the bare planes of Vane’s muscular torso and you realized that he had spent his time undressing while you were plotting his pleasure - you did not entirely mind. 

“I am trying to give you the chance of occupying your own mind,” he bit out. “But more of that and I won’t be able to control myself any longer.”

“Shall I apologize?” you asked playfully. “I know how much you enjoy losing control of yourself.”

Vane’s eyes were wild. “Apologize or don’t, it makes no difference to me. But make your choice soon or I’ll make it for you.”

This kiss was initiated by you, and Vane seemed surprised when you slipped your tongue between his teeth before he had the chance to do the same to you. Still, he was enthusiastic in his response, and you liked to think you startled him a second time when you held his cock in place and sank down onto it.

Vane broke from you with a groan, eyes widening briefly before they fell closed in pleasure, a faint smile on his stern mouth.

Finding your rhythm was not a quick process, nor was it particularly elegant, but you found a pace that made your own breath quicken. The muscles of Vane’s abdomen tightened under your hands, which you assumed meant he was enjoying it as well. Of course, you considered the muttered curses and broken-off thrusts to be additional proof.

Your thighs started to tremble and your knees ached, but stopping was a solution you did not bother to consider. Everything else would pass; this was essential. Even when you realized that the pleasurable peak you had summited earlier would be out of your reach with Vane’s hardness as your sole source of stimulation, you continued the regular rise and fall of your hips, working toward an end with a fervor that was almost mindless.

A brush against the swollen bead at the top of your sex made you gasp. A glance down showed that Vane had dropped his hand to his pelvis, cradled in a way that gave you a brush of friction every time you and Vane were fully flush. 

It was clever, you mused in the back of your mind, the only place with enough sense remaining to think anything more than yes, yes, please, more, yes. Vane was not forcing pleasure upon you or even giving it. Instead, he was offering it, encouraging you to find your own stimulation. It was what he had been doing all along, and you were grateful to him.

Of course, those considerations were locked away behind an ever-growing need to shatter once more. You picked up speed, the large muscles of your thighs cramping and your hips protesting the wide angle at which you were holding them, but your mind was fixed on a single purpose.

In only a few more strokes, you achieved that purpose.

You tipped forward, your hands bracing against Vane’s stomach to keep from collapsing altogether. It was a mystery to you how your trembling limbs managed to hold you when your mind and body were occupied in exploding outward, soaring until you swore you could see the stars themselves. 

Fragments of your consciousness were still floating down to the Ranger when Vane gave a stuttering thrust upward. Your eyes cracked open enough to see him watching you. With a dreamy smile, you repeated his earlier words, “Let it take you.”

With that permission, Vane drove himself upward, burying his length between your thighs over and over as his grip on your hips kept you in place. When he gave a hoarse gasp and slammed himself full-force into you, shuddering with the violence of spilling into you, your core gave a weak squeeze around him as if in sympathy… or an unwillingness to let him fall alone.

When you allowed yourself to melt to the floor beside him, you could feel the perfection of the moment melting, but slowly enough that you stayed to savor it. Vane’s release was starting to leak out of you, slipping around the captain’s softening length. Your sweat was starting to cool, except where your skin was pressed to Vane’s, where it worked to adhere you to him. Your knees hurt, as did your breast. 

It was precisely what you had needed.

With a smile, you leaned over to press a kiss to your lover’s cheek. “Thank you, Vane.”

Vane choked out an incredulous laugh. “Never say that again. If you need me, I’m here.”

It was the closest thing to a declaration of… anything that Vane had ever made, and you allowed yourself another moment to lie by his side and push the thoughts away.

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Author's Note - Congrats on making it this far! When I was writing the warnings, I figured no one would actually read this chapter. Sounded pretty bad, huh?

I don't offer taglists for explicit works, but you can check out my other works on my masterlist. I'll be back tomorrow with another fic for Fanfic February 2023!

Thanks for reading!

[planeswalker-umbral]

Welcome to the 2023 Atog Awards!

Every year creature types are created and creature types that go unused. So what are the rules for what counts for these calculations?

The creature type has to have at least 1 Black-bordered card that either is, produces a token of, or mentions the creature type.

Reprints don't count. Only new cards being produced.

Creature types of older cards are based off of their current creature types as of Lost Caverns of Ixalan. (There are creature types like Thalakos that have been errata'd onto older cards but have technically never been printed on a physical card)

Changelings / Mistform Ultimus obviously don't count.

Arena exclusive cards do not count.

Silver bordered / Acorn Stamps / Play test cards don't count.

Types that have gone 5-9 years without print are Bronze (Born of the Gods - Guilds of Ravnica)

Types that have gone 10-14 years without print are Silver (Conflux- Theros)

Types that have gone 15-19 years without print are Gold (Darksteel - Shards of Alara)

Types that have gone 20+ years are Cadaverrific. (Mirrodin and older)

So what are our new types?

Time Lord

Doctor

Dalek

Cyberman

Capybara

Llama

Snail

Mite

Detective

Scientist

Bronze

Cockatrice (2014)

Lammasu (2014)

Processor (2015)

Scion (2016)

Survivor (2018)

Homarid (2018)

Silver

Surrakar (2010)

Blinkmoth (2011)

Sable (2013)

Gold

Bringer (2004)

Slith (2004)

Pincher (2004)

Zubera (2005)

Atog (2006)

Aurochs (2006)

Camarid (2006)

Nephilim (2006)

Triskelevite (2006)

Spike (2006)

Graveborn (2006)

Nomad (2007)

Rigger (2007)

Noggle (2008)

Cadaverrific

Tetravite (1994)

Wombat (1994)

Oyster (1995)

Serf (1995)

Caribou (1995)

Ferret (1995)

Orb (1996)

Deserter (1996)

Prism (1996)

Splinter (1996)

Soltari (1998)

Thalakos (1998)

Licid (1998)

Monger (1999)

Nightstalker (2000)

Volver (2001)

Flagbearer (2001)

Mystic (2001)

Pheldagrif (2001)

Mongoose (2001)

Metathran (2001)

Orgg (2002)

Pentavite (2003)

Broke free

Aetherborn (2017)

Nautilus (2015)

Rebel (2007)

Spellshaper (2007)

[lasseizlesbontempsrouler]

Don't know if you already did it, but what kind of pet for the states? (Like alaska = husky, etc.)

alaska has 3 huskies yes

new jersey has 2 dobies! (dev + hock - > short for devil + hockey)

florida and louisiana have gators and fish and snakes and lizards

louisiana himself has a black cat named tarot

minnesota has a golden colored labrador retriever named berry, and a hedgehog named muffin

arkansas has an australian shepard dog named razor (he takes razor camping! camping buddy!) (oklahoma calls him barkansas)

oregon has a brown cat with a teal collar named perry

california has a goldfish named frannie

wyoming has way too many pets holy shit (most notably a fucking cougar? that loves him? her name is cynthia. he has ferrets named jack + sally)

west virginia has 6 bulldogs that he raised all alone (names are > ellis, jefferson, lincoln, lana, ginny jr., and charlie > short for charleston)

texas has 2 beagles, ferris and star

new york has rats. they wander around his room and don't get lost (splinter, cheddar, pudding and bowie)

alabama has a hedgehog named missy

arizona has a bunny named azalea, a bearded dragon named poptart, and a tarantula named blackbeard

colorado has a ferret named cobra

illinois has 2 boas (pain + panic, both female)

indiana has two ferrets named soda + racetrack

maine has two cats and a dog (a ginger tabby named garfield, a russian blue named poseidon, and a great dane named moxie)

kentucky has 5 horses and a sheepdog (coal, oreo, midnight, angel, dottie, and mendel)

mississippi has 2 hamsters (magnolia and peanut)

georgia has two goldfish named peach and pecan

nevada has a blue and black beta named spade

new mexico doesn't have 'pets,' just animals that flock to him

rhode island has a barbet named francis drake

there's a few more i'll say later

[ackalice]

TMNT ships and shipkids? >:3

oooo boy ima assume you mean from my friend and I's story and not canon cuz I have no canon ships- none that I can think of, at least.

thank you for asking as always Meelu, I'm enjoying this excuse to ramble and explain so I can post art later on!

Adelaide and Donatello

Raphael and Maisie

Lucas and Leo

Yuki and Mikey

the ship kids I made have plenty pictures but I won't include them here cuz i dont think it would be fair to the others. they dont have pictures yet for... a reason that I'm sure you'll understand.

(color coded so its not confusing, and oldest to youngest)

Adamo and Bambinali

Nick, Koda, and Sakari

June Rei

Misaki, Teddy, Wakatoshi, Thea, Fuyumi, Sebastian, and Saemi

It's a running joke that Mikey, even though he was the youngest, was the first to be married, the first to give Splinter a grandchild, and has the most kids.

Here's a lil run down on all of them and their personality:

Adamo: Very shy and timid. He's a biology and writing nut. Mama's boy and hes proud. Gets dragged along on adventures by his sister.

Bambinali: Rowdy and loud. Extroverted out the wazoo. She also has issues getting out her emotions and takes care of it with boxing.

Nick: Very angy boy. He will throw down. Kinda standoffish with new people but he opens up and runs you wild once you get to know him.

Koda: Baby! Baby Koda! Sweet quiet turtle boy. He loves his parents and siblings very very much and would do anything for them. Overall just very kind and loving.

Sakari: She's like a tame version of Leo. Sarcastic and witty but also prefers to sit on the sidelines while her cousins get into trouble. But she will thrown down with Nick whenever he gets on her nerves.

June Rei: OOOO Very puffy lil ferret bab. Has trouble calming down and seems to have infinite energy. Rough and tumble lil princess.

Misaki: Staple eldest sister. She's very athletic. Also enjoys helping her parents out so they don't go insane. Responsible and Intimidating (to her younger siblings).

Teddy: Chill older brother. Literally does not care. He will totally help his little sisters put Sebastian on the ceiling for fun. Tried to get Thea to grow weed once.

Wakatoshi: Boho style. Loving and gives the BEST hugs. Takes after his dad in the artist department. Wears a bunch of beaded jewelry.

Thea: Reads a crap ton of books. Botanist; loves her plants to death. She is very sassy and takes fashion tips from her mom. Will terminate her siblings if they mess with her babies (House plants).

Fuyumi: Emo. Wears LOTS of black clothing and jewelry. Protective of her siblings and will beat people up if they mess with her family.

Sebastian: Grunge lil boy. He gives off a very off-putting vibe but is secretly super gentle fr. still acts tough tho, dont doubt it.

Saemi: The youngest cutie patootie. Everyone babys her to no end. She is skiddish and will hide in her shell at the slightest scare. Mikey usually cradles her to coax her back out. if that doesn't work, he brings out a funny persona to make her laugh.

@ilike2drawstuff

^ Leo and Mikey's kids and significant others are their ocs, btw. I'm showing them off bc their characters are magnificent- THANK YOU for letting me talk abt ur wee babes.

[bucketofbugz]

Okay I'm finally trying to choose Splinter's species for GPR because he really does need a design

Rat's easiest because that's what he is in canon but people have mentioned that it can have racist backgrounds and I just don't like that, opossum and raccoon make sense because it would be easy to gain access to that specific dna, and ferret was an idea a friend of mine suggested.

Idk which one to choose though

[bambiraptorx]

I do have an art request for ferret Splinter maybe draw him in his Russell outfit for when he goes into the foot shack to check on April also would you do fanfic scebes for practice I’ve got plenty of those

[I.D. A design of Splinter from ROTTMNT as a ferret. He wears a dark red and yellow ballcap backflips backwards, a green and yellow skirt, jeans, and platform sandals in the same colors as the hat. He reclines with a box under one arm and lifts a leg dramatically to show off his shoe, his tail curling around his other foot. End I.D.]

Splinter in his Randall outfit!

Fanfic scenes might work, but honestly those would probably be specific and detailed enough that I'd prefer to do it as a commission, especially if you're thinking about it as a comic or series of images.

[halobirthdays]

Happy birthday to Spartan Mark-G313!

Today is his -515th birthday!

Mark was orphaned by the Covenant and conscripted into the SPARTAN-III program at the age of six. Like all Spartan-IIIs, he was taken to Camp Currahee on Onyx to be trained and was assigned to Gamma Company. After the devastating losses in Alpha Company, Spartan Kurt Ambrose decided to do things differently with the Gammas. Determined not to suffer the same losses, he secretly had the Gammas treated with a cocktail of illegal performance-enhancing drugs. While this made the Gammas faster and stronger, it also made them more mentally unstable. The Gammas required the use of "smoothers", drugs which would counteract the mental imbalance.

Mark was originally assigned to Team Saber, lead by Ash-G099. After the Covenant attacked Onyx, the only remaining members were Ash, Olivia-G291, and Mark. After fleeing the shield world, Mark was temporarily attached to Blue Team.

During his time with Blue Team, he was sent to Gao to investigate the presence of a Foreunner ancilla. The ancilla attempted to brew tension between the already-distrustful Gaos and the UNSC by killing Gao citizens, who suspected the UNSC of the murders. Gao Special Inspector Veta Lopis was sent to investigate the murders, accompanied by Blue Team. Like the other Gaos, she suspected the UNSC of the murders and Mark in particular due to the aggression he displayed when off his smoothers.

When the truth about the ancilla Intrepid Eye was revealed and the Gao government turned on Lopis, she dropped her suspicions and joined forces with the UNSC. However, ONI was concerned with the risk the Gammas presented when they did not have a steady supply of smoothers. To keep them out of the public eye, the Gammas, including Mark, were trained to be part of an ONI operative team called the Ferrets, to be lead by Lopis.

The Ferrets went into deep cover within the Keepers of the One Freedom--a Covenant splinter group--posing as Lopis' children. Through this, they were able to follow the Keepers to the Ark. There, they learned that the Keepers intended on using the Ark to fire the Halo array with the help of San’Shyuum Prelate Dhas Bhasvod. The Ferrets broke cover to stop them, with Lopis allowing herself to he captured with the intention of guiding the UNSC to initiate an orbital bombardment to prevent the Halo arrays from firing. Mark, who began to unravel due to a prolonged period without his smoothers, suffered significant injuries by the time the Ferrets were rescued by Red Team. As they retreated, Mark was killed by Bhasvod. The Ferrets joined the crew of the UNSC Spirit of Fire, who held a funeral in his honor.

[a-little-birdie]

I for one would love to hear about your Rottmnt OC. Infodump on me as much as you'd like.

OMG THANK YOU

Quick Tw! Abandonment trauma, anxiety and the foster system! It’s not really talked about in extreme detail but I still wanted to put this here just in case!

So, their name is Pixel and they’re a ferret mutant. They live in a small apartment which they were able to pay for through online gigs and testing video games, it’s not a lot but it’s enough to support them and their ferrets with enough left over to save. They have really bad anxiety making it difficult for Pixel to go outside during the day when the streets are all busy so they go out on walks at night with their emotional support ferrets (Which is why they became a ferret mutant in the first place), named Gremlin and Goblin and they both live up to their names. Pixel has no matching pairs of socks and they never will. This is how they meet the turtles as well! On one of their nightly walks they get taken hostage by the brothers enemy, of course the brothers save them and help Pixel home thinking that’s the last they’ll see if each other but they just wind up running into one another quite often. So eventually they just trade contact info.

Now for Pixels back story, what happened is they lived with their father and he was great! (We all love really good father figures in this household) However some stuff happened and he couldn’t take care of Pixel anymore, so they wound up with their mother. Same thing happened and they were handed off to their aunt. Guess what happened? Exact same situation. The aunt was really good but had no other family to turn to so they had to put Pixel in the foster system.

Now due to all of the different houses pixel has been to it’s taken away much of their confidence. They were really young when this happened so they couldn’t understand it or why it was happening. Leading to them becoming very anxious, clingy, fearful of rejection and so on. To put it shortly they have abandonment trauma. Because of their trauma it made other foster houses reluctant to take care of them and Pixel was bounced around from house to house until they were just placed in a group home. Eventually they were able to get out of the foster system through court and is now living independently and is much more able to deal with their anxiety!

Through spending more and more time with the turtles, April, Splinter and other friends Pixel was able to get more out of their shell (Badum tsst) and heal more from their trauma and learn more about healthy relationships and how to have them. I love them so much!

[jayedshifter]

What would be some things that toro would like/needs in his space and what kind of enrichment toys would the Bm and Rice bitties like?

So long as it is a quiet place Toro’s usually don’t like to complain but they do like soft pillows and blankets to snuggle up and relax in ! That paired with soft lights or dim light and plenty of snacks and drinks! Water is much more preferable though for them-

Oh and a white Noise machine may help to get them to fall asleep better!

BM and Rice like shiny toys and trinkets so glittery items so long as it is safe for consumption or safe to chew on should do well for them, they tend to adore softer chew toys, scratch pads, and cat trees to climb around on

much like ferrets they will dig and play in a basket of dry noodles and will try to bury and dig into different things I suggest blankets and pillow piles for them to ‘burrow’ into

Rice and BossMouse’s also have a likening for rewarding puzzle like items and games, they will also happily take things apart to use them how they like so be careful when giving them anything electrical-

I Can also give a recommendation of types any toys not to get-

❌ Squeaky Toys (Hurts Ears and Scares Them) bells however are okay so long as it isn’t too loud

❌ Bright Neon Colored toys (Irritates The Eyes)

❌ Artificially scented Toys (May irritate their senses)

❌ Very Low Quality and Small toys (May accidentally swallow something on the toy that is toxic)

❌ Painted Toys (Not really good and may cause poisoning)

❌ Any type of Wooden Bird Toy (I find that they get splinters often from these in their bones and joints which can be painful)

❌ Spiky Balls (May damage smaller bitties)

❌ Hard Toys (if it can hit like a bat or cause pain with a hit it probably isn’t good for Smaller much more vulnerable Bitties)

I hope this helps! Please ask away if you have any more questions! ^^

-Mama Shift

[gothamslostboy]

I’ll be a huge rat, like master splinter or sum

Omfg I want a ferret so bad -

Random but that’s what you’ll get from me 🤐🤭😮‍💨

I <3 emojis sm if u can’t tell-

- 🦝

My aunt had a ferret when I was little and it chased me around trying to bite my ankles once🧌