#signature endangered pets

[webkinzislife]

The Pet of the Day for January 2nd, 2024, is the Endangered Polar Bear!

This pet was released in December of 2010!

[webkinztournament]

[loathingloserwebkinz]

Which Webkinz are you getting?

I haven’t completed the list but I know I want these:

Otter, Okapi, & Schnauzer!

Most of the pets I’m wanting were on my OG account, but I think I’m gonna choose some that I’ve never had. It super saddens me whenever I see a pet that I had on my OG account. It’s like, “Omg, I had that pet!” *had 😭* Smh Webkinz for deleting old accounts, I get it, but at the same time it’s like, a lot websites don’t delete MIA accounts, so I wish Webkinz didn’t either. I don’t remember all the pets I had though which sucks and I definitely don’t remember their names. I remember my Otter was named Benjamin. I had a Signature Endangered Red Wolf named Mason. That’s all I remember atm.

[mirakinz]

adopted the adorable white dire wolf pup that came with my estore points. his name is Ulrich and he loves hanging out with Arlinn the dire wolf in the Arctic Tundra room where they can romp around in the snow

[flying-nightwing]

Fluff Alphabet - Jason Todd

Hello guys! This is my first alphabet because I saw everyone do it and i wanted in. I took this alphabet. I had a lot of fun to indulge in Jason, because well. Do I need to explain? 

Anyhow, enjoy this little thing inspired by my feelings for Jason Todd!

Disclaimer: This is my vision of the character and in no way an universal truth

Check out my masterlist in bio // pinned!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Your eyes. Jason could get lost in them by a simple glance. They say eyes are the windows to the soul, and he found it to be very true the second he met you. He will sometimes doubt he’s worth your love, but your gaze is enough to reassure him at every turn. He also can’t get enough of that spark that lights up when he makes you laugh, it draws him in. Your eyes are so kind and loving, the rest doesn’t really matter to him.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Let’s be truthful here, Jason is terrified of having kids. Everytime the discussion gets even close to the topic of family, he gets vivid images of his own father with him and it fills him with dread that he'll end up just like him. Then, he thinks about his lifestyle and how just being the Red Hood (or having been, as a matter of fact) could endanger his family. But I think deep down he craves having a family, having kids (whether they’re biologically his or adopted), because he’s just that natural caring person.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Continuing on that natural caring person wave, Jason will usually cuddle as the big spoon. His large frame makes it ridiculously easy for himself to wrap around you completely, and he loves to see you curled up around him, safe and comfortable in his arms. He likes to know he’s shielding you from any potential danger, it just eases his conscience. But sometimes he’ll have a bad day, or a rough patrol, and he’ll wordlessly slip in your hold in bed. It surprises you every time how small he can make himself, with his head on your chest above your heart and latched around your waist holding for dear life. Then, he’ll rely on you to make him feel safe, and he’ll fall asleep like that (he also likes when you play with his hair when he gets like that).

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Jason is insanely romantic, nobody can prove me otherwise. With the amount of novels and books he read, it would be hard not to know how to be an exemplary lover. However, doing grand gestures in public and/or expensive shits is not his style. So it isn’t rare to come back home from your job after a tough week, to see Jason lighting up candles on a rose petals covered table, smiling at you and telling you to get changed in your pajamas and relax a bit before he finishes cooking (probably one of you favourite meals, or something new he knows you’ll like to surprise you). Dancing on your building’s rooftop or driving outside the city to take a walk under the stars are also his ideas of dates. It’s always something private and meaningful and a proof Jason is a hopeless romantic.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my reason to keep going on.” I believe at some point after he came back from the dead, Jason had a really hard time finding a reason to keep living (finding out he was replaced as Robin, that Batman didn’t kill the joker, etc…). He was in a really dark place and numb to everything. But then, he met you and suddenly life wasn’t so terrible. After a while, he even finds himself excited to get up in the morning (or early afternoon if he’s been on a long patrol) and smiling at random times. He wants to make an effort for you, because you deserve his best self and the least he can do is try (you still love him at his worst though, and he still can’t wrap his head around it but he’s insanely grateful for it).

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

One night, Jason woke up in sweats and screaming his lungs out. He had a nightmare where you were kidnapped and tortured by the joker the way he was; it was the first time you were the victim in his nightmares (usually it was faceless people or himself, and even sometimes his brothers. But never you). He found himself wanting to have you in his arms, needing to have you in his arms, and that’s how he knew it wasn’t just a crush anymore, that he was in deep with you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

People have this misconception that Jason is rough, judging by the everything about him. But you would have never foreseen him to be so delicate and gentle with you. He is very strong and can be rash sometimes, but with his lover, he is always careful. He has enough pain and hurt in his life there is now way he’d put the most important person in his life through that. You have to almost beg him to be rough with you, and he’ll only let go if he’s 100% sure you’re okay with it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Absolutely. He’s not big on PDA but he always wants to hold your hand, especially in public. He can get uncomfortable if there are too many people around, and the little subconscious squeezes of your hand never fails to bring him back to reality and help him focus on you instead of feeling trapped. Also he’s afraid of losing you in a crowd, even if he’s tall and could spot you easily. So yeah, his hand in yours is a constant.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Depends on how you met really. It’s hard to say really, he might have seen you as an angel, or as a simple acquaintance until he discovered your character and you grew on him. He’s a versatile boy in the people he falls for.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not jealous per say, but insecure. Everytime he sees you talking with someone who seems to be (subconsciously or not) flirting with you, he gets this feeling you’ll suddenly realize you could do much better than him and leave him for someone less broken, less messed up than him. It creeps in his chest and hurts like a heart attack, and it only dies down when you inevitably come back in his arms and look at him like he’s your world. Then, the storm dies and he knows he at least got one more day with you. And as much as the idea of Jealous Jason showing you who you belong to (wink wink) is appealing, I don’t think it would happen unless it has been established both of you were into that kind of foreplay and he knows for sure you’re in for the long haul with him. Then it becomes a game rather than an actual insecurity thing.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Jason’s kisses are soft and wholesome. You can feel every ounce of love and admiration he has for you, and even if they do get emotional or even dominant at some points, it’s never forecefull. Who initiated the first kiss is nebulous, I think it was more of a mutual thing than an unilateral decision. I like to think it happened in a magnet effect, where both parties met halfway because Jason is a very respectful person in general (except if you piss him off for real) and he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable by kissing you without your consent.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

It’s gotta be you. Jason, who’s afraid of saying it and getting rejected/mocked would definitely not want to get his feet wet first (what if you laugh? What if you leave?). He will show it in his way, but he’d wait for you to say the words first. But once it’s out there? Hooty hoot. He’ll say it like a mantra. He’ll never ever stop saying it at every occasion he gets. 

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

At the fair in your city. Spending the afternoon going from attraction to attraction, having fun in the small roller coaster you were pretty sure was one heavy loaded train away from toppling down. After sun down, you went from game booth to game booth, collecting small and colorful stuffed animals and eating everything sugary and fat you could get your hands onto. You were convinced you could beat the rigged shoot the duck game, and when you couldn’t, Jason stepped in and absolutely made the smug smirk drop from the guy’s face. You walked away with a giant Panda, sleepy as hell after you sugar rush, and Jason had to carry you out of the car bridal style. That picture you took on top of the ferris wheel is on his nightstand and is his favourite possession of his. 

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

No, he’s not that kind of guy. I think he’s much more into meaningful acts and gestures than buying your love. He would sometimes spoil you if the occasion came to it, but I don’t think he’d be the type to open up his wallet as a demonstration of love.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Aqua blue. No other reason than the fact it’s probably the color the most opposite to red. While he absolutely loves to see you wear red things (it drives him crazy in the sweetest way), he doesn’t want to associate you with the darkest part of him. You’re the beautiful blue to his glaring red, because you’re the best thing in his life and he wants to outline and highlight you out as much as possible.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

I don’t think he has a signature pet name, he probably uses one that fits with the object of his affections and the history he has with them. He’d also be mindful of what you like and don’t like, and adjust them accordingly. 

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Libraries. The old ones that smell of paper and leather. The ones with the shelves that climb up to the wall and the old worn seats that are just perfect to sit into and read for hours. Jason loves a calm environment and a quiet victorian library does the trick just well.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Read, cuddles, adult cuddles... ;) I think Jason likes rainy days because it gives him an excuse to spend time with you at home. He’d probably bake something in the afternoon and you might or might not turn it into a flour war, make a mess in the kitchen but make a bonding activity of cleaning it up after (he and you know when to be kids and when to be mature and you both respect the line, and that’s why it’s so fun). Rainy days are domestic days and nothing is more pure or adorable than domestic Jason. It’s a hill I’ll die on. 

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

That’s a tricky one, because when Jason spirals down he has trouble getting out by himself. But when you are down, Jason will go to hell and back to make sure you feel better. He’ll cook you your favourite thing, skip patrol to stay by your side, do a dumb tik tok dance to put a smile on your face or hear you laugh. He’d be attentive to your needs and do everything in his power to help you.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything. Jason is a smart boy, he’d enjoy either talking about art, or about larger questions in the universe, or maybe about the birds that made a nest outside. Jason is incredibly easy to talk to when he’s receptive to the person talking to him, and that surprises anyone who knows him on the surface or less. 

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Massages, but only by you. He trusts you, he is as comfortable as he can get with you seeing him shirtless with his scars (no professional masseur/se will ever get up close to him), and with you touching him in perhaps more sensitive or vulnerable places. He’d close his eyes and let involuntary moans when you’d unknot the tension in his muscles (and you’d secretly enjoy having such a force of nature all putty and soft under your hands). Then it’d be cuddle time and he would be relaxed as he’s ever been.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

That’s simple: you. You’re his beautiful partner, the only one he has eyes for, so the world should see how great you are. He’d find a way to place you in every conversation, whether it would be to point out that hey, you can do that too, or because he just can’t shut up about you. That earns him infinite teasing from his family on how soft he is for you, but he can’t bring himself to care because he loves you so much. 

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Jason wanted to marry you, and you had talked about it enough as a couple that he knew you wanted it too. But he wanted to wait for the right moment and he couldn’t plan that. The proposal probably happened at an unexpected moment, like when you tried to make him soup when he got injured and ended up messing it up bad. You came back to the couch and apologized to him profusely, and with stars in his eyes he asked you to marry him. Or when one of his enemies tried to take you while taking out the trash, but you chucked the garbage bag AND the metal lid to them, and Jason got down on one knee the second you finished recounting the story, out of breath from running back inside. The wedding was a private affair (Roy was his best man) somewhere quiet and meaningful, without too many artifices or big set up. It was perfect for you two.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

This is a hard one. I feel like Jason would be into soul/jazz, in the style of Marvin Gaye, Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra. To some extent he is a very old school person, and I believe music is one of the topics that falls into that old school side of him. It’s just a feeling, it’s how I imagine Jason. Unforgettable by Nat King Cole would be his to-go song when it comes to you. 

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Oh yea. Jaybird’s got the ring in mind as soon as he knew you were the one. See Wedding above.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I don’t think he’d want a pet, because he can be absent often, or he wouldn’t have enough time. But if he’d have to, he’d get a cat, I think. Walking a dog morning and night would get a little bit much, especially since sometimes he might have trouble getting out of bed after patrol. But a cat, a rescue stubborn older cat who has seen others, that would be a match. The cat would be distant at first, but one morning he’d wake up with his grump of a feline curled beside his pillow and purring, or after a rough day the cat would bring him its toy and Jason would just. Cry. Because this little creature became his friend. And it’s so pure. (Also Jason building cat trees and climbing installations for the cat? Satisfying image).

[halfsplit]

ok like think about it. Pet website, tomagatchi style maybe? I always wanted a beautiful marriage between a tomagatchi style/neopets style website where you do have to care for your pet and can also customize them and you just have that stimmy character art that neopets had for a moment there. I also appreciate FR's style of all the pattern combos, but really I think paintbrush-esqe colors are just so nifty and simple.

Flash-like games are the best for pet websites imo. Even just a good set of like, 10 or so games + maybe something similar to NeoQuest and some solitaire-esqe games would be plenty entertaining enough

Does a pet website even need an economy? I think a lot of pet websites downfalls is when the economy inevitably gets fucked. I'd just nuke that. Play the games to buy items and maybe have items that are more of a treat and rare to find in shops, but eliminating trade and item stock shortages may just be the best bet. I hate seeing what happens when the main social-interaction in websites economy based

User avatars are just Too Much. Just let people draw themselves or have someone else draw their avatar pic and you're good.

Of course, you NEED to maintain forum avatars Tho... And signatures.

A forum that has 0 rules, like, the pet website should be the stimmy, fun, cute part of the website and fully functional and satisfying to play solo, and the forums can just be what the fuck ever.

What would be a REAL game changer is to add a dash-like system to a pet website. You can follow or subscribe to user feeds. Post your content on forums, and if someone likes it, they can just follow you and get a feed of your stuff. The forums need to be... Lesser, than reddit, but I'm sure a smart enough tagging and organizational system could be figured out

Allow youtube/Vimeo/etc videos to be posted/linked, too. I'm sure creating the ability to post videos would just be too costly to maintain even for a small community. Ugh, I loved how on... I think it was this website, nutrino pets, the user pages allowed you to have a YouTube video that posted on your profile. so dope.

And just like, completely free range. Everything is allowed except for like, child-endangering/bigoted things.

Dope ass user pages that you can edit the fuck out of, and pet pages that can act as additional side blogs with perhaps their own following systems? Or maybe that would detract with the fun simplicity of just having a Cute Critter to foster

[thelifeofprettycommitteealpha]

A little about me

Massie Block is a popular girl at OCD (Octavian Country Day), is alpha of the Pretty Committee, and is used to being the Top Alpha and idol of all the students, until Claire, a new girl from Orlando, moves to Westchester. Massie has brown hair, amber eyes, and expensive wardrobe. She is described as wearing (the fictional) Chanel No. 9 every day and people often mistake her signature scent for Chanel No. 19. On special occasions, she wears No. 5., while Chanel No. 19 is listed as her signature scent in The Cliquetionary.

Massie is known for her fashionable wardrobe, alpha status, comebacks, and confidence. It is stated in The Clique that she had a shiny brown bob and white teeth, but later, she grows out her hair. Her eyes are brown with amber specks, she adores lip gloss, and in Revenge of the Wannabes, it is said that she likes spray tanning. In Massie: The Summer Collection, she gets a purple streak in her hair that enables her to get just about anything she wants. Massie's astrological sign is Leo.

At first, Massie cannot stand Claire and decides to make her life miserable, and Claire doesn't understand why Massie doesn't like her, but Claire doesn't exactly think the best of Massie's friends, the PC (Pretty Committee). Massie sees Claire as a threat and is determined to stop her. Her lifelong struggle was to be the Top Alpha, or the Ruler.

Claire responds by turning Massie's friends against her, thinking it was the only way to "fit in" and be the "popular girl" at school, to make everyone like and envy her. At the end of the second book, they finally become friends. Throughout tough times, Massie and Claire start to rely on each other.

In the first book Massie falls for Chris Abeley but discovers that he already has a girlfriend named Fawn. In the second book Massie and Claire throw a Halloween party and they both really like a Briarwood boy named Cam Fisher. In the third book Massie finds out that Alicia started her own Clique and discovers Cam likes Claire, not her.

While dealing with Alicia, Massie starts liking Derrick Harrington, or Derrington, as the girls secretly call him. Her life is pure interesting, with Nina the Spanish boy-charming slut, getting expelled from OCD in Lake Placid thanks to Dylan's mom and their teacher, losing the lead role in "Dial L for Loser" to Claire, searching for the key to a secret room and not finding it first, getting Chris to fall for Skye Hamilton even though they were falling for each other, and designing the overflow trailers. Massie also falls for Dempsey, and finally, her perfect match, Landon Crane, who sort of becomes her boyfriend.

Although Massie is known as the alpha, she is the one whom her friends have turned against the most often of the five girls. It has been stated throughout the series that Alicia Rivera is prettier than Massie, but Massie is known as being over-thinking, and overall "leader" of the Pretty Committee, making her the true alpha. In the book My Little Phony, Massie finds out that her parents have gone broke.

Then Claire finds out. But in the book A Tale of Two Pretties her dad gets a new job but she has to move away from the Pretty Committee to England. When this happens, Alicia becomes the Alpha & Queen Bee, and Massie meets a new hottie, James, a brown-haired, British "Bawttie".

Massie also loves making nicknames for LBRs (Losers Beyond Repair).

Massie's father is William Block, and her mother is Kendra Block. She has a pet pug named Bean and a horse named Brownie.

Trivia

Massie is the Pretty Committee's alpha.

She likes gummies but hates what they do to her weight.

She is modeled by Tsarina Merrin on the Clique book covers.

It is revealed in The Clique that her favorite color is purple, because it is the color of royalty.

Massie is somewhat jealous of Alicia's good looks and big boobs.

She is subscribed to Glossip Girl and has a "frequent glosser" card.

It is shown in The Clique movie that she sleeps with a lavender eye mask.

She never specifies her favorite designer, due to her motto, "you're only as good as your last collection."

She is an elite horseback rider at Galwaugh.

Her signature scent was Chanel No. 5, but was changed to Chanel No. 19. The reason behind this might be because Chanel No. 5 used too many rosewood trees, and the rosewood tree became endangered.

She sometimes talks to her horse.

Her screenname, MASSIEKUR, refers to the word "massacre."

In the Cliquetionary, she refuses at first to admit that Todd Lyons was her first kiss, saying that it was Derrington.

In Revenge of the Wannabes, Massie mentions that her birthday is in July. In Invasion of the Boy Snatchers she mentions that her star sign is a Leo. So her birthday is anywhere between July 22 - July 31.

[svpernatvralis]

NERISSA MONTEVERDE is a 537 year old cis female fae. people say they have a striking resemblance to fahriye evcen. they work as the owner of royal jelly flowers and are part of the syndicate ( fae right hand ). people say they’re really coquettish, imaginative, & meticulous, but unfortunately also fickle, manipulative, & reticent. why are they in invictus? well, they simply wish to protect their kind. 

hey, hello, hi, bonjour! s’up buttercups? ‘tis i, your friendly neighbourhood loser chrissie and i’m super duper excited to be here among you fab human beings! this is my precious bby nerissa who is honestly quite curt sometimes tbh lmao still, she’s got a good heart deep down and is pretty much what you might say away with the fairies 99.9% of the time hsjakgkjf no pun intended tehe. plot-wise i’m open to literally anything and everything so come at me with any ideas ya got! i’m always diggity down to spit ball ideas and form some dope connections so pls feel free to invade my ims or hmu on le cord and we can brainstorm until our heart’s content! if ya wanna, go ahead and light that lil grey heart up red and i’ll shimmy my butt your way for all of the good stuff. anywho, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?

fundamentals.

name. nerissa angelique monteverde.

age. 537, but appears around 29.

d.o.b. december 17th.

gender. cisgender female.

pronouns. she / her.

orientation. pansexual.

affiliation. the syndicate.

rank. fae right hand.

job. owner of royal jelly flowers.

connections.

birth mother. enya. †

birth father. caliban. †

step-mother. nyx. †

siblings. unknown.

significant other. n/a.

child/ren. n/a.

pet/s. n/a.

proficiencies.

spoken languages. english, turkish, german, italian, french, spanish, & latin.

negative traits. brusque, calculating, distant, deceptive, & promiscuous.

positive traits. elegant, headstrong, observant, independent, & confident.

strengths. dedicated, strong-willed, direct, honest, loyal, patient, reliable, enjoys creating order, & excellent organiser.

weaknesses. inflexible, stubborn, judgemental, uncomfortable with unconventional situations, too focused on social status, finds it difficult to relax, & has difficulty expressing emotion.

appearance.

eye colour. hazel.

hair colour. brown / auburn.

height. five feet, eight inches.

weight. 59 kg.

miscellaneous.

zodiac. sagittarius.

element. fire.

house. slytherin.

meyers briggs type. estj-a.

alignment. true neutral.

enneagram. type one.

temperament. choleric.

intelligence type. interpersonal.

background.

NERISSA ANGELIQUE MONTEVERDE     —     five hundred and thirty-seven, fae, owner of royal jelly flowers, + fae right hand for the syndicate !

possible triggers   :   adultery, infertility, execution, beheading, murder, death.

tl;dr.     alrighty, where do we start with this lil spitfire? she uhhh ... has a lot of issues and is quite distant bc of it. nerissa was the product of an affair between an esteemed fae ( caliban ) and a fire faerie ( enya ). though nerissa never had the chance to meet her birth mother as her step-mother ( nyx ) banished enya shortly after she gave birth. enya’s banishment was a result of the rage nyx held toward her. in part, due to her inability to conceive a child of her own and also due to her anger for her husband’s affair. thus, nerissa grew up under the impression that her biological mother was nyx; neither of her parents divulging the truth behind her parentage. although nerissa was not biologically nyx’s daughter, nyx adored the young fae as if she were her own blood. in truth, nerissa spent more time with her ‘mother’ than with her father. in part, caliban felt the loss of his mistress even though he refused to acknowledge her part in his daughter’s birth. basically, he never had any time for nerissa and excluded her from everything. still, she remained upbeat about it, thinking that one day she'd win his love. she did not. shocker. growing up, life was mostly positive for nerissa. her father’s guards protected her, and his warlock friends aided her with her abilities and taught her the fae ways as well as those of the human beliefs. as the years passed by, nerissa grew stronger and smarter; becoming an adored figure among her fellow fae, yet, in the background, tensions rose between nyx and caliban when their family dynamic became endangered by nyx’s threat of revealing the truth behind nerissa’s heritage. in fear of their secret becoming common knowledge ( and most importantly, ariela finding out ), caliban ordered for his wife to be executed for ‘treason.’ of course, nerissa tried to protest this due to her love for the woman she believed to be her mother but her attempts to prevent her father’s ruling were futile. days later, nyx was publicly beheaded by one of caliban’s most loyal guards. this act served to place a wedge further between nerissa and her father and as the years ticked by, until his untimely demise which was when nerissa left her home behind. soon after, she joined the syndicate where she now sits as the right hand for the fae. to this day, she remains unaware of her true parentage and continues to struggle with the haunting nightmares of her childhood. so yah, nerissa had a pretty rough childhood but she's bounced back. well, about as much as you'd expect from someone who grew up feeling unwanted and unloved. really, she just always tries her best and is a perfectionist and wants to protect her kind.

random extras.

her signature scent is chanel N°5.

she’s fearless af. throwback to her upbringing, most likely.

she’s all sweet smiles and charming words until her expression turns sharp and deadly. it’s her tactic to entice then pounce, if you will.

she loves to surprise people. most assume she’s a pretty girl but oh, she loves the look of shock on their faces when she unleashes her inner bish.

in a way, her words are like her weaponry.

an angel of vengeance in a pair of designer sunglasses tbh.

owns waaay too many pairs of heels.

her signature look is her blood-red lips.

often wears suits and totally rocks them.

when it comes to whether or not she is morally decent or an extremely bad person, she is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum—she isn’t heartless but she isn’t compassionate either.

she’s v ambitious, v morally ambiguous, v self-serving and v self-involved.

she can be pretty deadly if you piss her off enough.

is truly an independent woman who don’t need no man.

loyalty means a lot to her. if you betray her trust, then she’ll freeze you out.

while she’s a major ice queen on the outside, she has the potential to melt with the right people.

may seem like she has a superiority complex and acts as if she’s better than you, but it’s just because she knows her worth and her value.

she knows her strengths and isn’t afraid to assert them.

she’s v confident. not in a cocky way, but she is definitely self-assured in her looks and abilities.

avoids violence when possible.

prefers blackmail and taking advantage of people’s pressure points.

she’s her own biggest fan tbh.

[webkinzislife]

The Pet of the Day for December 4th, 2023, is the Endangered Western Lowland Gorilla!

This pet was released in July of 2010!

[webkinztournament]

[lady-divine-writes]

12 Days of Blasphemy - Demon Side (Rated NC17)

Summary:

It's Christmas time, and Hastur hates Christmas time. Avoids it like chocolate and candy canes (since he actually enjoyed the plague). But here he is, on Earth in December, to meet with his least favorite demon ever. But his mind changes somewhat when it seems Crowley has started taking his job seriously again ... But, of course, things aren't always what they seem ... (1561 words)

Notes: Written for the '12 Days of Blasphemy' prompt 'kneeling'. Also, I'm going to cling to the idea that this is a Christmas fic the same way 'Die Hard' is a Christmas movie XD NSFW in the suggestive sense. Warning for implied oral and mention of Crowley's demon form. Basically, Aziraphale is a horrible angel to his poor, overworked husband.

Read on AO3.

“Hail Satan.”

A muffled squawk! and ruffle of feathers greet Hastur as he trudges through the muddy field to reach the assigned meeting place. ‘Bloody pigeons,’ he thinks, scanning the ground for a glimpse of the flying rats. ‘They’re everywhere. Been kicking them left and right all day.’

Of course, he’d been doing it on purpose, mostly for fun, but they still got under foot of their own accord far too often.

“Yeah, uh, you know … hail … and all that,” Crowley calls across the field, offering up a stunted wave, just the wiggle of a few fingers from beneath his collar, his voice hitching up in pitch on the word hail. He sounds uncomfortable, like he’d rather be anywhere but here, which is often the case, but more so than usual on this dismally wet (yet still festive) December night.

Hastur growls. He hates Christmas, loathes the good tidings and cheer that come along with it. There’s a farmhouse nearby, dressed to the nines with Christmas lights and puffy inflatable things that move their arms and turn their heads to reveal the manic smiles on their faces. He doesn’t understand their purpose other than they make children laugh.

And he despises the laughter of children most.

Hastur took the liberty of cursing a handful of them in various front yards on his way over – snowmen, Santas, reindeer, a polar bear or two. Even a bouncy castle, set up and waiting to entertain at a holiday party tomorrow afternoon. Some will simply deflate at odd intervals and require replacing, others will attack pets and children. At full capacity, the castle will collapse in on itself. There may be survivors. There may not.

Either way, the outcome should be hilarious.

Hastur does his best to stay below ground through the entirety of December when he can, avoids large cities entirely, but this meeting couldn’t wait.

Hastur stops a few feet from Crowley. On the whole, he tries not to get too close to him, especially since the bastard did set him on fire.

And after what he did to poor Ligur.

Why Beelzebub decided to give him clemency, along with another fucking chance, Hastur will never understand. But Crowley was a favorite in Hell once. Orchestrate a few wars, pull off a few inquisitions, mess with the construction of a highway, and you can get away with anything apparently.

Hastur looks Crowley over, baffled as to what the flashy asshole is wearing. He’s gone native. That’s generally understood. So nothing he does should surprise Hastur anymore. On the off chance Beelzebub doesn’t have anything ulterior planned for Crowley (along the lines of his utter extermination), Hastur should probably start giving Crowley the benefit of the doubt. He’d agreed to this meeting, for one. Showed up early even. That proves he’s making an effort, right? A demon who can withstand Holy Water doesn’t really need to worry about playing by the rules so the fact that he’s toeing the line should account for something.

Maybe Hastur doesn’t care too much about fitting in with the humans, but that doesn’t mean Crowley’s efforts to blend in aren’t, in some way, rooted in Evil. Maybe that coat of his is Evil, made from some critically endangered bird, like a giant ibis or a California condor, and constructed by child slave labor in Indonesia.

But the closer Hastur gets, the more disappointed he becomes because no, it’s not.

What Hastur thought was a coat is Crowley’s wings, wrapped completely around his body, gleaming like black ice in the dark, more than likely the product of thrice a day grooming or something else equally and ridiculously vain.

“What’s with the wings?” Hastur asks, gesturing to Crowley’s body. The feathers shift and adjust upon mention, as if trying to contain the whole of Crowley’s corporal form from escaping.

“I’m chilly,” Crowley replies, his voice tight. “Mmmph. You hate my clothes anyway. What do you care?”

Hastur stares at his colleague. Crowley is using a great deal of strength to remain impassive, indifferent, stoic, but Hastur can see the struggle on his face – a pain simmering beneath his skin like the dormant claws of his demon self shredding a path to the surface, longing to break free.

Crowley breathes in sharply, rolls his shoulders back together, then one at a time as if trying to relieve an itch without scratching it.

He used to be a snake, Hastur reminds himself. Perhaps he’s shedding.

Hastur shrugs.

“I don’t,” he concludes.

“Great. Ngk. Now that we have that settled, can we please continue? I have places I need to be, you know.”

“What do you have to report? And it’d better be good.”

“Well, I … mmph …” Crowley’s feathers shift again, trembling as if they’re deliberating between staying fixed to his body or falling off.

Maybe Hastur was a bit off the mark. Maybe Crowley isn’t shedding. Maybe he’s molting.

The image that brings to Hastur’s head of this preening peacock losing his precious feathers and looking like a plucked chicken almost makes Hastur smile.

“Well you what?”

“I’ve been working in secret. Uh … uh … undercover as it were. It’s not been long since the whole execution thing, has it? You lot still have operatives on Earth who’ve decided there must be a price on my head.”

At that, Hastur does smile. Whether or not that was his doing is entirely irrelevant.

But yeah, he did that.

“Fine. You’ll get more time. And the angel?”

“Wh---what about the angel?” Crowley stutters as if he’s about to sneeze.

“We’ve heard from our informants that the two of you are now … living together?” Hastur grimaces, the taste those words bring to his mouth vile, even by demon standards.

“Yes, I’m living with him!” Crowley snaps, but then relaxes a little, head lolling back on his shoulders, shielded eyes aimed at the sky. “That’s how I gain his trust … get him to put his guard down.”

“And how is that working out for you, eh?”

For the first time during this whole meeting, Crowley grins. “I’ve got him right where I want him.”

Crowley’s wings around the middle bulge out, then up. They shudder violently, then smooth back into place. He swallows hard, a complicated look clouding his expression. He makes an odd sound, like a whimper. Hastur frowns.

“What the Heaven is wrong with you?”

“Like I said … ngk … I’m cold.”

“You’re a demon! You don’t get cold!” Hastur watches, stares intensely at Crowley’s face contorting, his body undulating beneath his cloak of feathers but only subtly as he forces himself to fight it, and suddenly it all becomes clear. “I know what’s going on …”

Crowley’s yellow eyes meet Hastur’s. For a moment, he looks ominously surprised and terrified. “Y-you … you do?”

“Yes,” Hastur hisses with glee. “Your façade is slipping!”

“That’s … uh … mmph … one way of putting it, I guess.”

“Take this as a sign, brother! Forgo your human shell and let your demon side out! Come back to us as the full expression of yourself and take your rightful place in Hell!”

“You make a convincing argument. I … uh … will definitely consider that … ah!” Crowley doubles over, breathing heavily, shaking as if every maggot beneath his flesh has finally had their fill of being trapped and is growing fangs.

“You do that,” Hastur says, so certain of himself, he wants to add this development to his report for the day. But no, he won’t tell Beelzebub about it just yet. He’ll wait until Crowley arrives, strolling down to Hell in his glorious demon form – grey skin, yellow teeth, leather wings, possibly even holding an angel’s head in his grasp. “See you soon, Crawly. Good to have you back.”

“Uh … right …” Crowley pants into the dirt, bowed so low that the sputtering remains of his breath moves the tips of the grass.

Between Crowley’s heaving breaths and Hastur’s footsteps fading in the sod, a soft voice mutters. “Is he gone?”

“Give it a second, love, a’right?” Crowley whispers, his brain melting into a mixture of anxiety and ecstasy, swirling about the rim of a large, cosmic drain. “That was a dirty trick, by the way. Do you know how much power it takes to shield you from their notice, and then you go and pull something like that?”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah. You sound it.”

When Crowley feels Hastur leave, burrow through the ground and so far beneath the earth that something like a holy signature materializing in Crowley’s personal space wouldn’t be noticed, he opens his wings so he can give a hard, scolding look to the angel on his knees at his feet.

“Just thought I’d lend a helping hand,” Aziraphale says sweetly, licking his lips. “Or a helping mouth in this case.”

“Help with what?” Crowley reaches down trembling hands to slip his spent cock back into his jeans.

“Letting your demon side out.”

“Yes, well, you keep helping like that and you’re going to get me discorporated.” Crowley takes Aziraphale by the upper arms and helps him to his feet, but for all his fuss and bluster, there’s no mistaking the grin on Crowley’s face.

“Like you’re always saying, my dear - if you’re going to go … go in style!”

[twisted-fics]

Watched Over: Day 4 Pomefiore x Child reader

(Note, when I say ‘x child reader’ there will be no actual shipping between the dorm mates and the reader)

Vil, Rook and Epel all stood in front of the mirror, all of them working on their morning routine, Vil was applying eye shadow, Rook was brushing his blonde locks and Epel was finishing with putting on the lotion Vil always made him wear.

There was then a knock at the door, “Epel, get the door and if it’s someone ugly slam it in their face.” Vil told his underclassman.

“Yes Vil.”

“What was that?”

“I mean yes most fairest in all the land.”

“Good”

Epel sighed and went to the door, opening it.

“Ah, good morning professor Trein.”

“Good morning Epel, is Vil here?”

“Yes sir, he’s in the bathroom applying makeup”

“I see, well, tell him I dropped (Y/N) off, take them will you?”

“Um…who is (Y/N) if I may ask?”

“Hello…”

Epel looked to see the child in his professor’s arms.

“Oh! Oh my...yes, I’ll take them to Vil sir.”

“Thank you.” Epel took (Y/N) in his arms along with their backpack and said goodbye to the professor.

Epel looked at (Y/N) and began to worry, Vil was not going to be happy with how adorable (Y/N) was.

“Epel, who was the door?”

 Vil asked as he stepped out.

“Ah well...you are supposed to watch professor Trein’s grandchild, yes?”

“Ah, they’re here are they?” “Y-yes most fairest…”

Vil walked over and tried to look at (Y/N) but Epel kept turning and hiding their face, “Y-you should just go to class, don’t worry I’ll care for them, you could become stressed from watching them and I wouldn’t want you to have a breakout…” 

Vil huffed “I’ll be fine, my cosmetics have never failed me! Now give them to me! I was asked to watch them!”

Suddenly, (Y/N)’s head peeked over Epel’s shoulder and Epel gasped.

“Who are you?” (Y/N) asked Vil. Vil looked shocked but then smiled, taking (Y/N) from Epel, “I”m the fairest in the land and you...could be second best.” 

He tapped their nose gently and smiled making (Y/N) giggled.

“Vil! Is that the sweet apple you were telling me about? Professor Trein’s grandchild, correct?” Rook asked as he came out. “Yes it is, this is (Y/N), they’re quite adorable really.” Rook bent down slightly, making eye contact with the child, “Hello sweet apple, my aren’t you fair.”

 “Fair?” (Y/N) asked

Rook smiled “It means you’re very lovely looking, like Vil here, he’s the fairest in the land!” 

“You’re lovely too!”

Rook laughed and smiled, “Why thank you sweet apple, you’re nothing short of cute~”

Vil smiled, “Well, we need to head to class soon but before we do, I must ask my mirror something.”

Vil walked over to his mirror, (Y/N) still in his arms and he asked “Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

A smooth voice came from the mirror, “Why it’s you my king and nobody else”

Vil smiled but then frowned as he looked at (Y/N) in his arms, who was shaking and hiding behind his sleeve, “W-why did the mirror talk…?” 

Vil pet their hair, “It’s a magic mirror, apple, it tells you what you want to know.”

"Then…can I ask it something?" (Y/N) asked shyly 

"Of course, go ahead" 

(Y/N) looked at the mirror and said "Mirror mirror on the wall…who…who loves me most of all?" 

The voice came back and said "Why it's everyone you've ever loved and all the friends you've made." 

"Are you satisfied, apple?" Vil asked. 

(Y/N) nodded "Yes." 

~~

“Now, a dash of goat milk, a newt’s eye, a leaf from an oak tree and of course, a piece of my poison apple and we stir.” “Very good Vil, a perfect mixture from you once again.” Professor Divus told him as he walked over, holding (Y/N).

“Of course professor, I’ve never failed a mixture in this class and this will be one of my newest products.” 

“P-pro..producks…?” (Y/N) asked, stuttering slightly.

 Vil smiled and took them from Divus, “A product my sweet apple, product, and it’s going to be for little ones like you, for your hair to keep it sleek and shiny, you’ve inspired me.” 

"Ahh, a great suggestion Vil, the hair products you make already are fantastic, products for little ones would be perfect, maybe you should look into lotion and soaps too" Divus suggested. 

Vil smiled again "You're right professor, I'll be looking into that, anyway, class is about to end, I'll be back to check on my mixture, come sweet apple, we'll be going now." 

~~

"And so little red riding hood thanked the hunter as he left, carrying the wolf's coat" Rook said, closing the story book, "How was that sweet apple?" 

(Y/N) giggled "Good!" 

Rook smiled "I'm glad you think so, the part about the hunter is my favorite, seeing as I am a hunter myself." 

"You hunt?" (Y/N) asked him.

"I do indeed sweet apple, but I would not hunt for a wolf without a purpose, they're endangered, hurting an endangered population is bad." Rook explained. 

"En…dangered…?" 

"It means there aren't many left, we professionals don't hurt endangered species, especially not if it's for sport" 

"So it's bad to hurt them?" 

"Yes it is, so will you promise me something?" 

"Yes" 

Rook held out his pinky, "Promise me, if you grow up to become a hunter like me, you will not hunt any species that is endangered, not in a billion years." 

(Y/N) wrapped their pinky around Rook's "I promise." 

"Very good, you know, I have a teacher friend who hunts as well, do you think you know him?" Rook asked

"Mr. Vargas!" (Y/N) said excitedly. 

"Very good! Let's go see him, alright? Epel! Come along with us!" Rook called. 

"Yes Rook". 

~~

"There he is, over there! Coach Vargas!" Rook called out. 

"Ah! Hello Rook, Epel and if it isn't (Y/N) Trein! So Divus and Sam weren't lying about you being here!" He gave a hearty laugh and pet (Y/N)'s head, "You've gotten bigger again! You're growing up nice and strong!" 

"I was telling sweet apple the tale of Little Red Riding hood and told them of how I hunt and I thought I'd bring them to see you" Rook explained.

Ashton grinned "Well you came to the right place! I was one of the best hunters back when I lived in France! Ah, what a fine time I had, I even had a hunting buddy back then." 

"Who?" (Y/N) asked

Ashton picked them up from Epel's arms and held them close "He was a good friend, kind and sweet just like you, he met a lovely person and they married years ago." 

"Well why did you move away?" Epel asked suddenly 

"Well, I just wanted something more and getting to help kids like you is something I like, hunting is fun but I think I do like being a teacher more." 

Rook smiled "What a beautiful story, coach." 

Ashton smiled back "Of course, but you didn't come to hear about my friends and my past, you came to talk about hunting! So come on then let's practice!" 

~~

Rook, Epel and (Y/N) stood in specially fitted archery uniforms, each with bow and arrows in their hands.

“What are we gonna do? What is all this for?” (Y/N) asked looking at Ashton.

Ashton pet their head “We’ll be doing archery, one of the ways to hunt animals, alright, Rook, take your shot.”

Rook held up his bow, placing the arrow in, stretching it, and letting go, the arrow hit a perfect bullseye on the target.

The other three began clapping, “Very good Rook, perfect form as usual,” Ashton praised “Epel, your turn.”

Epel stepped back and took the same steps as Rook had before and took the shot,  the arrow hit a little off to the side from the center. Ashton pat his back, “You did good, finally (Y/N), it’s your turn”

(Y/N) shakily held up the bow and crookedly put the arrow in, taking the shot and completely missing the target.

(Y/N) looked down and teared up but their eyes were quickly wiped and they were picked up by Rook with Epel petting their back, “You did fine (Y/N) a very good first try” 

“Yes sweet apple, you did almost as amazing as I do” Rook told them, petting their hair.

Epel smiled, “How about we-” “THERE YOU ALL ARE!”

They all looked over to see a very angry Vil.

“I’ve been looking for you three for the last hour! I have to feed (Y/N) their snack before Professor Trein gets here in a few hours! And now you all need to shower!”

Rook laughed, “We were just showing sweet apple some hunting techniques, Vil, it’s no problem.” Vil sighed at him “Well you’re lucky, I just got done bottling the new hair products for apple, now let’s go and get you all clean.”

~~ (Y/N) giggled as Vil scrubbed their hair and most of their body clean, playing with the bubbles from the soap Vil poured.

“And done!” Vil said as he turned off the shower head and let the bath drain, he picked (Y/N) up, wrapped them in a soft towel and walked them out and into the next room, drying them off fully and dressing them in their spare clothes.

Rook and Epel stepped out, finishing from their own showers. Both wearing fluffy white robes, “Ahh~ Getting a hot shower after archery is a beautiful feeling!” Rook said happily with Epel nodding in agreement. Vil smiled “Good you’re done, go get dressed while I get a snack for (Y/N), I’ll be right back” he got up and left for the kitchen area of the dorm.

Epel and Rook sat with (Y/N) on the bed, “My, sweet apple, you smell like...well apples!” Rook laughed.

“Apples do seem to be a signature scent for Vil’s products” Epel said, “Well let’s go get dressed.”

~~ “Say ahh apple” “Ahh”Vil fed (Y/N) an apple slice, smiling as they chewed and swallowed and then feeding them another slice, there was then another knock on the door. “Epel! Get the door will you?”Epel opened the door to find Jamil from Scarabia at the door. “Ah, hello Jamil, how may I help you?”“I need Vil to sign this paper as the dorm leader of Pomefiore” “And I’m here too!” Kalim exclaimed popping out from behind the doorway, making Epel jump slightly, “A-ah well come in we were just enjoying some down time…Vil is in his bedroom”Jamil and Kalim stepped in, walking straight to Vil’s room and walking in, Vil looked up and smiled, “Hello you two, do you need something?” Jamil nodded, “Yes all the dorm leaders need to sign this paper to send to the headmaster.” Vil got up, “Alright, give it here, this will just take a second, apple, stay right here ok?” (Y/N) nodded “O-” “PRECIOUS ONE IT’S YOU!” Kalim shouted out, hugging them tightly and rubbing his face in their hair, “Oh don’t you look precious and you smell like fruit too!”

“Hey! Stop that at once! I just brushed their hair!” Vil shouted “Aww...fine” Kalim put (Y/N) down and huffed, “Just sign the paper already” “Hmph. Fine.”

~~ “And this is my new shampoo, conditioner, soap and body lotion, use the lotion after every bath and let it dry before dressing them and give this advice to apple’s parents, I’d like for them to stay sleek and shiny forever if possible.” Vil explained while handing all the bottles to Mozus who was trying to grab them all while holding (Y/N) in one arm. “A-alright I understand, I’ll write a letter to my son about this…” Mozus cleared his throat, “I’ll be seeing you all in class then, goodbye.

”Vil smiled, “I hope he’ll follow my instructions properly, I don’t want apple to stop being second fairest, maybe they’ll even beat me one day.” He laughed to himself.

“Ahh~! And having sweet apple here has made our dear Epel smile a lot!” Rook exclaimed. Epel blushed, “Not true…but having them around was fun…” Epel said, covering his mouth to hide a small smile. Vil laughed and walked over to his mirror, “Mirror mirror on the wall, is apple happy after today?” The voice came, “They’re excitedly telling their grandfather about their day, my king.”

[kinzstyle-outlet]

Have you been a Deluxe member, opened Webkinz gifts, or adopted any Signatures or Pet of the Months?

I am a deluxe member :^) I’m not sure what you mean by Webkinz gifts. I have adopted an Endangered Sig. Brown Bear and when the Grey Arabian was the POTM I adopted mine.

[go-events]

GO Rom Com Spotlight: @cassieoh

The wonderful @cassieoh has claimed The Decoy Bride to adapt for Good Omens in the Good Omens Rom Com Event.

For reference, here’s a little background about the source material!

About The Decoy Bride: Famous actress Lara Tyler can't get married to author James Arber without intrusive paparazzi crashing the ceremony. Because of James's best-selling book set on Hegg Island in Scotland, Lara's agent, Steve, checks out the little known Hegg as the site for their next attempted wedding. Unfortunately, James’s book relays little of of the island accurately. Katie, an island native and the only unmarried woman on it, has been unlucky in love. She's working on writing her own guide to Hegg Island when Steve and crew arrive, eventually hiring her as a reluctant decoy bride to distract the paparazzi. 

We spent some time chatting about how the adaptation is coming so far, as well as future plans for it! Now, get to know @cassieoh a little better!

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goromcom: Let’s get to know you a little better! You’re also on AO3 as cassieoh. And also, here are the tags Tumblr associates with you! (If you open a Tumblr chat with someone you haven't chatted to before, Tumblr tells you two things they post about.) I wanted to tell you that yours reports that you post "#broose and #space." I had to look up "broose", but I am intrigued now. Does that tag have any connection to your rom com prep?

cassieoh: 'Broose' is how I tag anything with Bruce Wayne since I don't want things to crop up in the tumblr search haha, it's a mercy tag for my followers who might not be into the Batfamily. So no, sadly nothing to do with my romcom prep.

'space', however, is certainly relevant to my romcom fic ;)

goromcom: Wow, this is a crazy coincidence then, because it turns out that a ‘broose’ is also a Scottish term for a race to the bridegroom's house after a country wedding! You were planning your rom com subconsciously for a long time, maybe? ;)

You chose to adapt Decoy Bride as your rom com. Has this movie been a favorite of yours, or is there some other reason you chose it?

cassieoh: It's definitely one of my favorites! Outside of fandom, I'm a professional linguist and I adore any movie that highlights marginalized dialects in a way that isn't making them the butt of jokes, so I love all the wonderful Scottish accents in DB. I've also always loved that the 'rival' love interest isn't demonized (even if the narrative isn't the kindest to her, but hey, I can fix that!) 

goromcom: What's your favorite moment of your chosen rom com, and are you looking forward to presenting it in your adaptation? Any loose plans for that scene that you can share?

cassieoh: I mean, the 'hiding from the rain in the toilet' scene is a classic and I'm very excited for that one. I'm also excited for the actual wedding scene because they're still an angel and a demon so the church is going to be interesting for Crowley :D 

goromcom: Oh goodness, I hope Crowley has his tap dancing shoes!

Do you plan to stick very closely to the story beats of the original movie, or make bigger changes?

cassieoh: There will be some pretty big changes! I'm setting this in a version of canon where they never met in the Garden of Eden. Azirpahale is taking the place of James Arbor, so the circumstances of the marriage are quite different. The island itself is a bit of a player; there are only a few places on Earth Holy enough for an angelic wedding, which is also the reason Crowley is hanging about (it's just Holy enough to hide the energy signature of a single demon on the run from Hell after escaping his trial post-Apocalypse, but not so Holy that it will kill him.)

goromcom: What's an interesting decision you've made in your planning so far--a notable casting decision, a changing of venue, or some other plan you have to paint Good Omens all over your rom com?

cassieoh: I'll add that Aziraphale's fiance is Raphael (no, Crowley wasn't Raphael before he fell, though they do have a connection). Raphael and Aziraphale worked together to prevent the apocalypse on the Heavenly side of things and are now trying one final gambit to stave off retribution for that (i.e. married Angels are off limits to certain forms of divine punishment, and they certainly like each other, like spending time together, even if it isn't love. It's not like either of them has any hope of ever finding love anyway *wink*)

goromcom: I am blatantly stealing this last question from The Good Place: The Podcast, but here goes: Tell me something "good". It can be something big or small. It can be a charity you think is doing good work, or you can talk about how great your pet is.

cassieoh: My dogs and lizard are pretty great (and there are so many pictures of them on my tumblr haha) but the good thing I always want to tell people about is all the amazing work various Indigenous folks are doing to reclaim/revitalize/reawaken their languages. We're now seeing some of the first kids being raised entirely in languages whose last native speakers died generations ago, kids who won't ever have to wonder how their grandparents spoke or miss out on that connection to their heritage and that's such a beautiful, healing thing. If people are interested in learning more they can always message me or check out Jesse Little Doe's work on her heritage language Wampanoag which has a wonderful (and hopeful!) documentary. There's also a great organization called the Endangered Language Fund which helps linguists and Indigenous scholars/language activists in this sort of work. They can always use people's support!  

goromcom: That sounds like really important work, preserving such rich fonts of cultural history like entire languages before they die out. <3

And after all of you check out that documentary @cassieoh has just recommended, remember to keep an eye out for the upcoming GO adaptation of The Decoy Bride, as well!

[jabbers-wild-world]

Camp Campbell Camp Counselor Look-Alikes

Justin = Jason

Jason is more clean cut in his choice of clothing, but in most other regards, he is like Justin’s blond twin. Even his personality is similar. Laidback, confident bastard. But despite all the physical and personal similarities, with the exception of complexion and hair color, there’s something else that Jason is hiding. Something very dangerous and unsettling.

He’s a former mercenary, and now he makes his living through human trafficking. He delights in the manipulation and tricking those unsuspecting into trusting him, before he drugs them and carts them off to never be seen again.

Travis = Trevor

Another case in which he looks much like a blond doppelganger of Travis, Trevor is a bit more.. unsettling in some ways. Where Travis’s memory fails him, Trevor has a very keen memory. He was a medic, but he had his medical license revoked for human experimentation and augmentation.

He works closely alongside Jason, and his laboratory is in fact the usual destination for Jason’s victims. As the two work together, the more dangerous the situation becomes for anyone around them, especially since they mainly target kids nowadays.

Zack = Xavier

Xavier looks, of course, almost exactly like Zack, except for some paler coloring and blond hair instead of black. And while Zack loves animals of all kinds, and has actually been known to fight to protect them from inhumane treatment or death.. 

Xavier is a notorious poacher and purveyor of exotic animals as expensive and illegal pets. He is available for hire, to travel to other countries and either kill endangered animals for goods and profit, or to capture rare species and sell to the client to keep. But now he’s looking for new prey to profit from.. Children.

Isaac = Isaiah

Another blond counterpart, Isaiah is just as British as Isaac, and comes across just as friendly and enthusiastic. But underneath it all, he’s cunning and manipulative, and even while under the guise of a former circus performer, like Isaac is, Isaiah is a back alley serial killer. He’s notorious across all the United Kingdom, and he fled to the United States to cover his tracks.

He is very violent and dangerous, and he of course leaves a signature among every kill he makes. He has a recognizable style of killing, preferring to slit the throats of his victims, before opening up their stomachs and leaving his ‘calling card’ inside. The tarot card ‘the Hanged Man’. As such is the case, his alias to all the police across the UK, is the Hanged Man or Judas, and when he is done with his victims, he does indeed tie them up and hang them, preferring to do so with a rope around their legs to suspend them upside down, similar to most art found on ‘the Hanged Man’ tarot cards. No officer has managed to catch him, though they have come close. As well, none have seen his face, since he tends to wear a frowning theatrical mask.

His victims are always children.

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Note: Jay is unique and does not have a doppelganger. If he did, it would break the world, since Jay is a shadow creature disguised as human, and therefore is already a dangerously powerful being.