#hippos maybe?

[spockedandloaded]

My brain said “lion king au” and I had to comply, part 2 with the rest of the crew coming soon

[daily-grian]

ive never drawn a ravager before. anyways how's decked out going everybody?

[toadalled]

Just a little guy

[hippolotamus]

Eddie’s thumb hovers over the location dropdown in the weather app, just like every day. And just like all those other days he allows himself to click it. The list unfolds as he huffs a humorless chuckle at how much it’s grown.

When he got his first cell, the only place he ever needed was current location. Technically, it’s still the only one he needs. Regardless he’s continued adding to it through the years. Hershey, Virginia Beach, a couple random towns in the Carolinas, Georgia and Florida. Fucking Sundance, Wyoming. All because he gave up pretending he doesn’t need to know.

It’s sunny, mid-50s today. A nice break for the time of year. Eddie scrolls through the upcoming week, noting a heavy snowstorm hitting in a few days. His nose wrinkles and he begins to worry his bottom lip between his teeth. Another thing born out of pure habit.

Not for the first time he types out a few messages before deleting them again. Eddie doesn’t even know if he’s got the right number. It’s been nearly three years since they exchanged anything at all. Not since Eddie could have manned up and told Shannon he could be a father, but not a husband. Not her husband, anyway.

He could have just been honest and said what he wanted when she finally decided to show up in her second trimester. He and Evan could have continued building a life together. But Eddie’s never claimed to be smart. Especially when it comes to all the bullshit his own dad drilled into his head about responsibility and honor and god knows what the fuck else. In the end it was too sticky to let go, trapping him like a spider web.

He can’t even say it was worth it because she loves him and they’re making it work for the sake of Christopher. Because why would that have happened? Instead all he got was a tour in Afghanistan, divorce papers (not that he’s surprised or blames her at all) and coming back to an empty house. Well, not totally empty. He’s got a son he’s still getting to know outside of a screen and shitty internet connection. A son he could have been raising with the love of his life this whole time.

Hope your coat’s warm enough, cowboy he types.

“Daddy!” Chris babbles from the floor, using Eddie’s pant leg to pull himself to standing. His toothy smile is on full display while he looks up at Eddie like he hung the goddamn moon and stars.

“Hey there little man.” Eddie tosses his phone to the side in favor of picking up his son and arranging him on his lap. Chris snatches up the yellow car from the next couch cushion, choosing to run it in a small loop over Eddie’s forearm, shoulder and chest. “Where are you off to today? Big race?”

Chris shakes his head vigorously. “Outer space,” he says as though that should have been obvious.

Eddie chuckles to himself. “Of course. How long until liftoff?”

There’s no answer as plastic wheels continue zooming along until Chris decides he’d rather be on the floor again. Eddie loosely assists as his son climbs back down. Some days are more difficult than others, but he tries to follow the physical therapist’s advice to let Chris do as much as he can by himself. She says it won’t do either of them any good in the long run. Eddie can certainly see the wisdom in that even if he’s constantly itching to roll Chris in layers of bubble wrap.

He blindly grabs for his phone, buzzing from the coffee table. “Hello?”

At first there’s complete silence and he winces thinking it’s yet another telemarketer. Before he can check he hears rustling, like someone’s covering the mouthpiece.

“Hello?” He asks again, more insistent this time.

“Uh, sorry. Didn’t think you’d actually pick up.”

Eddie thinks he might drop the phone. Or throw up. Maybe both? Probably both.

“Evan?”

tagged by the lovely and talented @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks for Inspiration Saturday (go check their posts, I’m very excited) Instead of working on anything current, I wrote this instead. Not sure I have any actual plans to expand it, I just had to get it out of my system, y’know? So, bon appetit or whatever 💖

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[lazypastrys-thingymajingky]

THE WVBA'S MINOR CIRCUIT BOXERS! 🥊

Imma be real chiefs, the Punch Out Hyperfixation hit me like a boxing glove recently and now here we are! And another confession This circuit is my favorite so far TwT

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 20: Hello Young Lovers

As much as I love Hello Young Lovers and it's everything to me, one essay about it is probably enough anyway. So enjoy some bunnies today and look out for more of the usual stuff tomorrow because I have very many feelings about Exotic Creatures.

[thievinghippo]

Fic Update: Iron and Satin, Silk and Steel

Title: Iron and Satin, Silk and Steel Fandom: Baldur’s Gate 3 Pairing: Gale/Lae'zel Rating: Teen Chapter Title: Feinting

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Somehow, blood still courses through Lae’zel’s veins. Her lungs still greedily demand air. Her feet still keep her at Gale’s back, to ensure that he is protected. Her calloused fingers still find purchase around the leather hilt of her sword.

She still frustratingly lives.

Even when everything she knows, everything Lae’zel has learned in the entirety of her short life is being challenged.

The tadpole remains, lodged in her brain. The zaith’isk destroyed, not living up to its promise. Her birthright denied.

Lae’zel’s skull still pounds from whatever the machine did to her, shifting through her memories, with no real intention to purify. Only take. To demand her acquiescence, like a general on the battlefield.

They are almost at camp now, and Lae’zel doesn’t know what to feel. She is fury incarnate. She is wrath and ruin.

She is exhausted.

Read the rest at Ao3!

[climbdraws]

yeah dude same

[drzewobojczyni]

@madagascarparty theme 6: Zoosters

If herbivores in the movie acted like actual harbivores...

(Yes, I watch Casual Geographic, how can you tell?)

DeviantArt

[tj-crochets]

hey y'all! I'm looking for some stuffed animal suggestions. I'm kinda stuck in quilt mode and I want to like force switch to plushies* but the inspiration isn't switching I'm hoping if I hear a plushie idea that I am like "oh I HAVE to make this" like I did with the giant octopus I can get myself to switch to plushies again? *I aggravated my ribs a bit and want to work on something smaller and lighter than a quilt for a while. I'm okay, it'll just heal faster if I take at least a few days off of quilts

[grimtrespasser]

Nother Drawfee(ish) post! Buncha mutant designs using a randomized animal + aesthetic (and the TMNT Drawfee video that inspired it)

[sleepi-toasti]

for context, gloria's talking about the cut in melman's ear

keep reading if you want to read my headcanon yapping

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so um

i listened to some audio clips from the old website, and melman said he was born in the bronx zoo, but was raised in central park for "the past ten years" of his life.

from looking at the Madagascar a little wild posters, melman has had that cut in his ear since he was a child 😭

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so one of my headcanons

is that melman got hurt back at bronx (like kinda badly) when he was a kid, and then was moved to central park because it was safer.

and one of the remaining scars from the injury was the cut in his ear

how he got hurt- im still thinking about it

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another one is that marty was the first one at the zoo (he was born in the zoo), then gloria (she was brought in when she was a baby, along with her parents), and then melman (my previous headcanon)

and this video is when gloria met melman for the first time

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yeah im real f##ked up when it comes to headcanons

especially my fav characters

i just give them sad headcanons

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also if you want the link to where i found the audio clips:

[myconidwitch]

im so so normal about women guys i swear-

[sunny-boooo]

Still not over the fact that Hippo might be trans or a Drag Queen. Like, good for her, slay queen.

[hippolotamus]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday 🪩

tagged by the always lovely and talented @dangerpronebuddie 🔪 @loveyouanyway 💔 @diazsdimples 💖 definitely go read their snips!

Thanks to some prodding from James (and inspo from the tune that goes with this scene) Mirrorball fic has made a return (*chants to self* please stay, please stay, please stay) This scene happens way after anything posted so far. Nonetheless, master list of snippets and lore here. Bon appetit or whatever

Chim taps on the screen, opening Buck’s message and lets out a disbelieving huff. He scrubs at his chin, occasionally flicking his gaze up to Buck then back down to his phone. This goes on for what must be a solid minute before Buck’s curiosity and impatience get the best of him.  “What?”  Chim pockets his phone and looks at Buck, really looks at him. A piercing and disarming stare that makes him squirm, and not in a good way. It’s not often that this side of Chim shows up. The part that’s more like an older brother, loving and caring for Buck even when he probably doesn’t want to. Buck knows he should be more grateful, but right now he really hates it. He wishes Chim would go back to teasingly calling him a dumbass about whatever ridiculous thing he did or said.  “I know you’re not asking me that right now. Like, I’ve always known you weren’t the brightest sometimes, but jeez, Buckaroo, I didn’t think you were this stupid.” Buck resolutely stares at his shoes, at the album covers and other kitschy knick knacks decorating Chim’s small office, at the imaginary dirt under his fingernails. Anywhere but at the man in front of him. “Have you tried talking to him, Buck? Like actually talking to him.” “No need,” Buck sniffs, aiming for nonchalant and missing by a mile. “He made it pretty clear how he feels about things. About us.” He crosses his arms defensively and bites the inside of his cheek. He’s done crying over Eddie. (Okay, he’s not, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let himself do it in front of Chim.) “You don’t think that maybe there’s a chance-” “I don’t have anything to say to him!” He curls his hands into fists, digging the nails into his palm. “And there isn’t a damn thing he could say that I wanna hear from him right now. Or ever.” Nothing except I’m sorry, I was wrong. I fucked up and I didn’t mean it. I love you.  “He made his choice and now I have to deal with that. Because I still have shit to do. If this is how I choose to make sense of it all in my head, Chim, then so be it. So.” His breaths are ragged and shallow, his voice trembling. He swipes away the tears beginning to escape before they can roll down his cheek. “Are you going to do this for me or not?” Chim studies him for a moment and Buck thinks he’s about to get an earful. Except he doesn’t.  “Yeah.” Chim sighs, clapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry Buckaroo. I’ll take care of it.”

The Tunes™️

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[jokerislandgirl32]

Just An Observation…But Zach Really Likes Balloons…

He admits that black balloons make him feel better when he is sick:

And he also has used balloons within the series to commit his “evil deeds.”

In the Koala Ballon episode, he has the Zachbots attach balloons to Koala Ballon to “send him sailing” out of his jet:

In Quillber’s Birthday Present, Zach uses the helium filled balloons to transport the animals to his jet for his “animal collection party:”

And in Race for the Hippo Disk, Zach is cruising along in a boat looking for new varmints for his inventions. And, you guessed it, the boat is made out of balloons:

So yeah, the man really likes balloons….