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[montygatorshusband]

Glamrocks X Reader Headcanons

This includes Bonnie and Foxy!

No one requested this I just really wanted to do this :>

Also so sorry this took a while :< I’ll be sure to do more faster 🩵

General Information

“Sleep mode” is basically like a human sleeping, and their new charging system.

They can do stuff like eat, sleep, drink, shower etc. 

🧸Glamrock Freddy🎙️

We all know he’s a big sweetheart himbo.

I feel like he doesn’t like PDA, but does enjoy being around you. He just feels it’s very unprofessional!

But if you're upset, he’ll make an exception.

Oh, but if you're alone with him and his friends? He’ll probably just give you silent affection. Just stand behind you and nuzzle you.

When he’s on full battery, he’s a busy bee and often checks up on you before going back to work. If he’s on low battery though, he generally gets kind of sluggish and gets really tired. During those times, he just wants to cuddle you and is quite needy and clingy.

Loves it when you wear any Pizza Plex merch. Whether it be of his friends or himself.

He finds stars and space in general absolutely fascinating. Despite his wishes to not break rules… he’ll put that aside to go out to see the stars with you. 

I feel like he loves retro games. Mario and Sonic and stuff. He finds newer ones a bit complicated, and his big hands make his gameplay clunky, but he’ll happily play any you sneak in.

If your having trouble sleeping or just had a bad day, he’ll sing you My Little Sunshine until you fall asleep… probably even afterwards.

He loves singing for you, and loves it even more when you sing with him. He finds your voice hypnotic and even if you think you're bad, he’s not shy to let you know how much he loves your voice.

Plant daddy. Change my mind.

Loves it when you get along with Gregory.

Giant bear boobies. Touch em.

CHUBBY. GLAMROCK. FREDDY. SUPREMACY!!

Loves baking with you. If you don’t know how, he’s happy to teach you!

One of his all time favorite activities to do with you is just cuddling and relaxing after a looong day… watching TV or YouTube or a Movie or whatever. He loves it.

Calls you honey bear. 

If he was one of the Seven Deadly Sins, he’d be Envy. (Listen, I know it doesn’t fit. Like, at all. But, the way the rest of the Deady Sins fit with the other Glamrocks is perfect.)

🐊Montgomery Gator⛳️

He’s a complete blockhead. I love him, but he’s dumb. He’s a little stupid. A bit of a fool. Has a small amount of brain cells. Smooth brain. A himbo. A dumb jock. A-

He does have anger issues and destroys his room… but I see it as him being mad at Fazbear Entertainment. Bonnie promised him that when Monty finally got his part on stage, he and Bonnie would play together. Not replacing him. And now everyone sees him as a fame obsessed maniac who wants to dismantle Freddy. Sure, he’s very popular with people, probably one of the most popular, but… does that matter when the person you care about most is gone..?

He’s still a bit sad when Bonnie comes back, since he’s not up on stage with Monty.

Ok angst and stuff aside.

I am completely aware animatronics working out makes no sense but I really don’t care. Like I said, Monty is a Dumb Jock. (Don’t worry, he won’t bully you like the others. In fact he’ll beat ‘em up >:(

Yeah once Bonnie comes back his passion for pranks gets even worse.

A big prankster. Bonnie is his main target.

Flirty. And he’s not good at it.

When he’s confused or focusing really hard on something his tongue slips out of his snout. You got a picture of it and he threw a HISSY FIT. But he reluctantly let you keep it.

Oh dear Lordy. The way he gets oh so embarrassed when he sees you wearing his glasses…

He’s dragged you into the pools of Gator Golf on countless occasions. But after your initial shock, he likes just floating around in there with you.

He’ll happily teach you to swim and play golf. I mean, he’ll always beat you in golf, but the least he can do is give you a chance.

Y'know how people say Roxy is so sure of herself as a coping mechanism? Yeah Monty is like that except he’s just that confident. He thinks he’s the best, and while he doesn’t show off to the point of Roxy, he does crave praise and often boasts about himself to you, trying to impress you. Especially flexing for you.

MONTGOMERY GATOR STOP GETTING HIGH OFF MONTY MIX!

If he was one of the Seven Deadly Sins, he’d be Wrath.

🐓Glamrock Chica🍕

CHUBBY CHICA SUPREMACY!

Yes I’m completely aware her attraction is based around Fitness. I feel like part of her job is to teach kids being a bit more chubby than others is a-ok and comforts those who don’t feel confident for that reason.

So yeah if you're chubby she definitely comforts you if you're insecure about it better than anyone else.

She actually has some anxiety. But you generally make it better!

You're gonna have lots of lipstick on your face. She gets all pouty when you wipe it off.

Listen, if a guest is giving you a hard time, she WILL enter Mother Hen mode. 

An absolute pop diva. She’s just swag like that. (Can we bring back swag? No? Oh. Ok :(

While she doesn’t have many songs where she sings, she has an absolutely beautiful voice.

I hope you can handle lots of affection, cause she’s a real affectionate chick!

Watching Soap Operas or Dramas while eating pizza and cuddling you is literally the best thing she’s ever been introduced to.

I hope you’ve got an appetite, cause she makes food that will make you want to gorge yourself! Believe it or not, she will be more than happy to share!

Eating is her coping mechanism, and when she’s very upset and doesn’t want to cook, she resorts to eating garbage. You have to be firm with her about it, but she appreciates you not letting her go to those extremes.

Your personal lil cheerleader. 

Man, she soooooo wishes she could have social media! Too bad the higher ups are such party poopers…

Such a giggly lil thing. 

If she was one of the Seven Deadly Sins, she’d be Gluttony.

🐺Roxanne Wolf🛞

She’s gotten used to praise for the smallest things, and just because she loves you doesn’t mean you're an exception!

Despite that she’s probably taller than you. (Buff Woman make my knees wobble 🫢)

Y’know those tight outfits race car drivers wear? Yeah, imagine Roxy in that.

Despite being the most popular, only behind Freddy, she has so many self esteem issues and doubts in herself. Many nights are spent consoling her as she cries and yells before wearing herself out and finally settling down and letting you hold her, brushing her hair and tail, cleaning any runny mascara and makeup.

Reluctantly lets you put ribbons on her tail. Might even keep them on.

I feel like Roxy doesn’t use that many nicknames. But, she might call you something every once and a while. 

That anxiety of hers means she’s got comfort items, fidget toys, food, drinks, music etc in her room. She’ll add any stuff that helps you, regardless if you have anxiety or not.

Y’know how she compliments herself? Oh good GRIEF I hope you can handle compliments towards you. She CONSTANTLY praises you. But… it’s more so you don’t end up like her. An anxiety-depression ridden MESS. If you're already there though, she’ll help you the best she can. Which luckily, she is the best at!

Whether you be playing racing games, or be in Roxy Raceway, she WILL go all out. Yeah, Rip you. 

Despite what you may think, she’s VERY open and VERY proud about her relationship with you. Carrying you around, your neck covered in bite marks and purple lipstick doesn’t leave much to the imagination…

She obsessively reads fan mail in the evening. Even the… ahem, weirder, mail doesn’t bother her. Well, as much as comments from people during the day do at least.

Just… don’t play Monopoly or UNO with her… or Monty. Or Chica. Yeah, just don’t play with anyone really.

If she was one of the Seven Deadly Sins, she’d be Pride.

☀️Sundrop🖍️

He’s a little hyperactive. Ok I lied he’s the most hyperactive.

So if you're quite a lazy person he’ll just be trying to encourage you to play with him and the kids. He genuinely does not realize if you're tired unless you tell him, or it’s SUPER obvious.

I feel like he strictly follows rules, yes, but he also likes pranks. Nothing that will make you upset, maybe just a lil annoyed.

Let’s you, and other kids, draw on him. Just know if you do, A. You have to clean it off and B. He’s not a still canvas. Will be moving the entire time.

Not really a romantic headcanon, but I feel like he and Chica are real good friends.

Wraps his arms around you several times over to hug you.

He hugs you. A lot.

He obviously loves cartoons.

🌑Moondrop💤

I dunno why people see him as a little feral touch starved gremlin. I see him as a constantly sleepy boi that loves cuddling. I mean, I’m sure he cuddles plenty of kids to sleep every day!

In other ways, SOFT MOONDROP SUPREMACY!!!!

Yes, I am aware of how he acts in SB, but I see that more of a side effect of the Glitchtrap Virus rather than his general personality.

He doesn’t enjoy not having a movable mouth. He wishes he could eat candy before bed…

If they were one of the Seven Deadly Sins, they’d be Sloth. (Moondrop more so, but I can see Sun being Sloth after a long day.)

Sorry Sun and Moon don’t have a lot, I don’t really know what to say about them.

🐰Glamrock Bonnie🎳

An absolute DILF of a bunny with that ever loving Aussie accent.

He generally has that energy where anyone will do anything he says. Intimidating and quite good at manipulation (ONLY for your best interests. And his.) (Inspired by : @theodorevg923, who generally also gives me inspiration for all of this, alongside many other Tumblrs :)

He couldn’t care less about not being in the band anymore. He comes out at night and hangs out with everyone. As far as he’s concerned, the stress is taken off of him and he gets more time teaching kids bowling.

Flirty. He’s really good at it.

Loves himself some P to the D to the A.

If someone tries making fun of you for him giving you those public displays of affection, he will tell them to F out of his bowling alley. In a bit of an… angrier way.

Loooves Ice Cream. His favorite way to relax is to eat Ice Cream and go bowling with you. He pretty much has a sweet tooth in general. The public will never find out though. He’s got too much of a public image.

But… kids melt that image. He’s got a real sweet spot for the little rascals.

Monty definitely had and still has a crush on him.

He calls you Clover. I know I know, how original.

If you put on a bit more of a… ahem, reavealing outfit, he will stutter and blush like a mess before going back to his usual calm and relaxed self.

And if you pet his ears? He will absolutely melt. You usually don’t see Soft Bonnie, so take your chance!

If he was one of the Seven Deadly Sins, he’d be Lust.

🦊Glamrock Foxy🏴‍☠️

He’s a small grumpy old man. Ok, I’m exaggerating but I see him as the oldest, and shortest, animatronic in the Pizza Plex (Not including general animatronics like S.T.A.F.F. Bots or the Robot Wet Floor Signs. And Chica, who between you and me, doesn’t realize she’s short.) 

But he’s real sweet when he’s not a salty sea dog. 

He’s got worse anger issues than Monty, but he doesn’t show it. You can still tell though. His nose and eye twitch. Don’t call him short either, that will get them WAY worse. 

Oh yeah, the eyepatch isn't just for display. He only has one eye.

Has a taste for alcohol, specifically rum. Obviously, he can’t get drunk, but he’ll drink with ya, if you're of age and he will cut you off at your limit. 

A Bloody Irish Pirate. I will hear nothing else.

He has to rest a lot. Don’t get me wrong, he’s fast, but after he runs or something he has to rest up a little.

Unlike Bonnie, he doesn’t know his place now he’s been shafted from the band. He doesn’t even know why he’s not in the band anymore… but considering you found him pretty much erased from history aside from the odd poster, no recollection of any animatronic even being a fox… he fears the worst.

Yeah you pretty much had to throw a FIT before Fazbear Entertainment fixed Foxy up. An even bigger fit was needed to reintroduce him to the public. An even BIGGER one for him to have his hook during work hours.

Man loves gold and money. He is a pirate.

And if you give him other gifts, he’ll cherish them just as equally. 

He’s very jealous. A lonely pirate needs to keep his greatest treasure after all~

Nicknames : Sailor, Captain (Only when you’ve earned it. And only in private.), Sea Star, Pup

If he was one of the Seven Deadly Sins, he’d be Greed.

ALRIGHT ALRIGHT TIME TO WORK ON ACTUAL REQUESTS!

[meraxesmoon]

Ok but imagine the adventures of Daemons Bastard!reader and grumpy grandpa Balerion!!!!

I’m seeing reader coming out and spending her first nights with Daemon and his fam sneaking out to gramps and curling up against him and just crying silently until she falls asleep😭😭😭

Then some random losers one day make fun of reader in the palace courtyard for being a bastard and gramps just pokes his head in and is NOT amused

Gramps just sensing when reader wants to leave somewhere and just yoinks her out of whatever situation she’s in

note: pap pap balerion supremacy

warnings: yandere content, but like, centered around bastard! reader and her dragon, if you squint readers mother is a sex worker, first time dragonrider, I'm obsessed with bastard (name), like she's my daughter tbh

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She absolutely hated Dragonstone, or whatever this cursed place was called.

It was dreary and cold, but she supposed that the weather matched her emotions perfectly. She had a good life before the Targaryen's entered it. She had lived peacefully with her mother and two younger brothers. They had a small hut away from the city, and it had been beautiful. Her mother had a love for plants, so they had a gorgeous, yet humble garden at the back of their home. (Name) thinks that she misses her cat the most, and her brothers.

Mostly her beloved mother.

Her sick mother, who could barely work and provided for them via means she did not appreciate. Everything had been fine until he had shown up. The day (Name) met her father was the worst day of her life. She had been looking after her younger brothers when a white-haired man showed up on their doorstep, and the way her mother's face contorted at the sight of Daemon should have been her first warning that the night would end up terribly.

And it absolutely had.

She had been devastated when she was dragged away from her mother and brothers, and she had been horrified when he loaded her onto his dragon Caraxes like it was nothing. It was, obviously, her first time seeing a dragon, and Caraxes had been huge, both in size and personality.

It had been horrible the rest of the night, because Daemon had forced her to meet his wife and children. Seeing Aegon and Viserys reminded her of her younger brothers, so she had wandered off to the shore once dinner was done to sob about the predicament she had found herself in. (Name) had always been tough, her mother would call her that all of the time.

Now she just felt vulnerable.

Feeling alone, she collapses against a mount of rocks, her small body shaking as she thinks about the circumstances that had led up to this. Except... the mountain of rocks started to shake and make odd sounds. (Name) shoots up from her leaning position and tries to look for a quick escape. Instead, she breathes heavily as the mountain of rocks becomes a very, very large dragon. He was about ten times larger than Caraxes, and he was so dark that the only clear thing she could see were his smoldering eyes, slitted and narrowed at her.

Now, (Name) may have not been around dragons her entire life, but everyone knew about The Black Dread.

"Oh, Gods..." she mumbles, her lips turned downwards in a nervous manner. (Name) looks at the ginormous creature in front of her and can't help but take notice of how beautiful he was. Once her eyes got accustomed to the darkness of night, she could see his black scales and his large snout. Balerion's nostrils flare as he glowers down at the small human before him, she was so tiny that she looked like an ant to him.

Wiping the tears from her cold cheeks, (Name) wonders why this fearsome creature hasn't burnt her to a crisp yet. She had woken him from a nap, and she knew how unpleasant that could be. Not only that, but she had heard that Balerion was the oldest dragon, even more old than the Queen of Dragons, Vhagar. He was well past two hundred at this point, and (Name) was surprised to find him here of all places.

Though... Daemon had mentioned something about his older brother dying recently and that the king was a good man. King Viserys had been Balerion's last rider, so maybe the dragon was just trying to find somewhere to rest. So, this had been her uncles dragon, (Name) realizes as she stared at the majestic creature in front of her.

Balerion lets out a loud sound, one that sort of reminds her of a sound a cat would make when excited, and he bumped her with his nose, knocking her over immediately. (Name) let's out an 'oof' before falling on her behind. However, a giggle left her lips as she did so, finding the whole situation quite funny. This dragon, who was about fifty times her size, just booped her with his huge snoot.

Balerion adjusts his weight, and his huge, battered wing comes down next to (Name), and he lets out another sound, this one more whistle-like. His crimson eyes connected with (Name)'s, and she freezes when she realizes that she can understand what he wants from her. It was like something just connected in her brain, chaining her consciousness to Balerion's.

Hesitant, she grabs onto one of the many horns sticking out of him and she starts to climb up Balerion's wing, her skin tingling as she felt his scales. Balerion had many scars and blemishes on his body, showing how experienced he was, and (Name) found that amazing. She makes it up to his back finally, and settles on a saddle, which was much too big for her. Her small hands gripped the steering straps and she nervously wraps them around her wrists, just to make sure she wouldn't go flying off.

(Name) didn't know High Valyrian, but she remembered something Daemon had said before Caraxes had started flying.

Steeling herself, (Name) shouts out the word.

"Soves, Balerion!"

And they fly.

i just made this a lil drabble of the first night, I'll do more parts bc i love this concept ♡ also I love dissecting how the bond between a dragon and rider works, it's so interesting to me

tbh vhagar being claimed by aemond is my favorite scene

[homunculus-argument]

Back into comic drawing. I generally actually like Dumnorix, the Gaul, as a character more than I thought I would. The original book kind of paints him as a Big Guy Dumb Muscle all the way through, though I can't tell for sure how much of that was the author deliberately colouring the way he's depicted through the lens of Romans just being imperialists full of confidence in their own supremacy over "barbarians", and how much of the way he's clearly smart despite of his circumstances as a stranger in this land was purely accidental. He's not stupid for not being familiar with the details of Roman politics, or not understanding subtleties of the foreign language he clearly had to learn to make do here. If Davis didn't mean to give the damn guy credit for that, I'm still gonna.

Also I made him a wild boar 100% as a reference to Asterix, undoubtedly the most famous comic to depict Gallic people of the era, as wild boars are prominent in it (though as food, not friends). While I admit I didn't really put much more thought into any of the character designs beyond "wait shit how do I draw this animal", in hindsight the boar works well for this. In the book, Dumnorix has the iconic gallic long moustaches (also depicted in Asterix), and the boar tusks frame his snout in a vaguely similar way to how the gauls famous moustaches curve inward to frame the mouth.

All I ever do in life is fuck around and find out, but every once in a while, what I find by pure accident is unintentional gold.

[poh4k03e]

In my eyes its a rule to pick an animal a character would be if they were a furry so have these i did out of the blue

I believe the striders would be avians but i wanted to draw fennec dirk so bad aughhh  Also i gave jade a long snout dog because. Borzoi supremacy. I imagine Jake would be a golden retriever/hj  big dog defintely tho Jane and Egbert rabbit supremacy 

goofy ahh 

[1uckygold]

Changing One's Tune (13)

Summary: Hybrids have always been known to humanity after scientist decided to test the limits of the animal genetics on humans. Now the world uses them as adoptable companions, which is why a group of friends found their way at a Hybrid Shelter. Though one trip turns into an ugly fight involving Yoongi to walk away—But what happens when that same male finds a cat hybrid that is scared out of her mind with a dark past. Who said that dark past was over?

~Pairing: Min Yoongi (BTS) | Suga x Hybrid f! Reader

~Genre: Angst & Fluff, Hybrid au

~Word Count: 3.5K

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Wild feline orbs snapped wide open, panic swirling through them while your senses refused to cooperate from the emotional roller coaster running inside. You hated that everything felt out of control, it was like a slap to the face. A reminder that the past is never really gone, despite Yoongi’s desperate attempts to shake it from your memories.

Without hesitation, you jumped into a defensive stance—practically pure instincts at this point—only to hiss when bumping your head against a hard surface. The sudden harsh movement having you wince as well, the injury on your shoulder blade acting up.

Right now… You felt like a blind man walking through a dark forest, breathing taking a sharp turn as your body trembled—You’re okay… You’re not back. It’s okay, just calm yourself.

A marathon of reassurance—comfort—chanted within, tail flickering and puffing in distress. Although you were still on edge, the words did help regain your five senses… From hearing to smell.

Unconsciously sniffing the air around, inhaling familiar scents that you’ve grown to come accustomed too as your stress decreased and faded. Knowing you were even remotely close to one of the seven puts you at ease. Vision coming back into focus, shaking your head to get it together before observing the surrounding area.

However as much as you tried to forget, focus on something else, like the vibrations taking place underneath your paws from the moving vehicle. Tears still threatened to spill—That dream… You can’t get it out of your head.

It’s been months since you’ve had a nightmare, especially one as real as this…

Yet, the darkness had swallowed and welcomed you back with a sinister grin. Almost as if those demons inside didn’t leave at all, only waiting for your return—Which, in a way, the past did wait… In the depths of your mind until they were triggered back to the open surface.

Shaking the thoughts away with a downward glare, you didn’t realize that your sharpened claws were digging into the carpet ground. The sight forcing you to flinch and crawl away, wanting to come out of hiding but nearly shrieking when tripping over something hard and… fluffy?

You didn’t even have time to catch yourself—So much for cats always landing on their feet as you stumbled before coming into direct contact with something wet and squishy.

Peeking an eye open, widening seeing familiar golden fur and a slightly large snout touching your own small nose—Hoseok.

The dog hybrid was halfway beneath the seat, as if he tried to forcefully squeeze himself through the narrow space. Carefully, you tried to ease yourself out of the way, only to freeze feeling something move and snuggle into your side. Ears perking up, finally noticing Jungkook was here too… In fact, he was probably the cause of your fall.

Huffing, all you could do was stare at the bunny who was sound asleep, squirming around for warmth as he breathed in your scent with a content sigh—Jungkook and Hoseok being there, despite pushing them away earlier, had a warm feeling spread into your heart.

What was this? You couldn’t find a word for it.

It was different, calming, new… Honestly it made you feel fuzzy and light inside.

But what exactly was it? You’ve felt it before with Yoongi. Although it was stronger around him, but you just couldn’t pinpoint what this new feeling was called. Maybe you should talk about it with Namjoon, he once told you that purring was perfectly normal so he should know about this… Right?

It’s funny… Never in your life did you imagine you’d be friends with hybrids that weren’t cut from the same cloth, no less humans for that matter.

Getting on all fours, you gently rolled Jungkook over to the golden retriever so the small hybrid could stay warm with the help of Hoseok’s fur. Cat-like eyes narrowing playfully to make sure the youngest didn’t try to inch himself toward you like the last few times.

When it was clear Jungkook was planning to stay… you turned around and only took a single step before freezing. Hesitating, you glanced behind and inhaled sharply, rushing towards the two hybrids to nuzzle their necks affectionally that caused Hoseok and Jungkook to smile blissfully in their sleep.

More than embarrassed, tail coming to cover half your face, you maneuvered out from underneath the shadows with a silent hiss. The need to know your location being greater than the pain forming on your shoulder, ignoring the sting as you squinted because of the light shining through each window.

Orange and yellow colors flowing in your vision, it seemed to be around sunset outside but still bright enough to where you wanted to crawl back into the shade.

Standing tall on your hind legs, eyes narrowing to the other sleeping hybrids—Jimin and Taehyung being in a cuddle session of their own. Although your head snapped towards the front, humming near the driver’s seat catching your attention almost instantly. You’d know that familiar tune anywhere, automatically speed-walking to get closer as if you were in a trance. Jumping into the lap of the male that changed your life… possibly forever.

Not expecting the sudden weight, Yoongi tensed for a minute before slumping in relaxation when hearing and feeling your purrs rumble throughout his body.

You weren’t sure when Yoongi decided to trade spots with Seokjin, OR when the eldest wasn’t in the car anymore for that matter. But you weren’t complaining, eyes darting out the window. Enjoying the scenery and quietness of the road… It brought a sense of peace.

And when a single hand started combing through your black fur, you didn’t tense like earlier. Instead, practically turning into Jell-O.

Yoongi didn’t bother talking … nor did he mention a word about what happened between you and that hybrid eagle. The music lover knew when to shut up, letting you come to him instead of forcing it out. Yoongi was just happy that you didn’t flinch or shiver in disgust at his touch.

A soft—rare—smile graced Yoongi’s features as you leaned further in his hand with an expression that told him you were in heaven. A much better change than the painful one.

Occasionally, Yoongi would check the rear-view mirror to make sure Seokjin and Namjoon were still following behind in the other vehicle. But for the most part, the side was comforting. The only sound being the lowered music as Yoongi hummed, rapping his favorite verse louder for your ears.

Although you didn’t exactly know where you were or heading… Right now, in this moment.

You’d travel anywhere as long it’s with him.

~

“Psst… Psst, Y/N! Time to wake up.”

Groaning at the noise, you curled up and turned around to face away from the new presence. Only to accidentally rollover, falling off the seat and hitting the ground. Cracking an eye open to glare at the laughing introducers that disturbed your peace.

“And here I thought cats always land on their feet…”

A snickering fox was glancing down as Taehyung towered over you two in his human form with a wide grin, playfulness shining in both their eyes. “Come on, Yoongi sent us to wake you. He wants you to meet someone, we all do!”

Confused, you sleepily got up with a yawn and stretched out your limbs, hissing when straining your shoulder once more. You were a hundred percent certain that it needed to be treated, especially when you didn’t officially know how bad it looked.

In pet circumstances, a vet could do an evaluation without problems… but you weren’t a pet. You’re a hybrid and human form usually is more suitable to check for injuries properly. Especially since you have black fur that covers any bruise or open wound.

The two hybrids glanced at one another in concern, feeling discomfort roll off you in waves. However, you didn’t bother telling them what was wrong, completely avoiding eye contact.

“Where are we?” You mumbled, the question being more directed at Jimin than anything since Taehyung could barely understand without being in his tiger form. Hybrid language was extremely different inside your animal form then it was being human. Taehyung only being able to get the gist of the conversation, but not fully.

“Home!” Jimin shouted excitedly, small yips leaving his mouth as the bright colored tail wagged on like a dog getting a treat—But thanks to your sleep introduced state, you could not focus on the fact that there were other new smells around or the sound of someone gathering the luggage in the trunks.

Home? That didn’t seem right… You all took a whole day trip, only to come back to the beginning? Is this a human and hybrid thing?

Weirdos…

Scratching behind your ears, you didn’t bother listening to what else the two hybrids had to say. Immediately jumping onto the seat where Jimin practically purred at the close proximity, nuzzling his head into yours as Taehyung twirled your black tail around his finger playfully.

Snorting you let out a hiss, only for the warning to be left ignored as they continued. The two already used to you trying to push their affection away, all the hybrids knew that if you didn’t actually want it… You’d do more than hiss.

Alright that’s enough… After nudging the two away, you jumped out the car door that was left open.

The first thing you noticed was how cold the ground and air was, snow scrunching underneath your paws while shivering. Face scrunching up when feeling Jack Frost nip at your nose—However, the second thing that caught your attention was getting lifted off the ground…

By someone that you did not know.

“Is this her?! Yoongi, she’s adorable!! Her beautiful fur reminds me of my little bun!” A women squealed out in awe, your eyes widening at the sight of her. Especially the peanut butter colored bunny ears that flopped down her short-styled hair.

The random women had such wide doe-like eyes that held so much happiness… and it was being directed at you.

You didn’t know how to react to this… because on one hand, you wanted to scratch and bite to freedom—I mean you were a predator and she was prey, you could scare her! But then again… Her eyes held so much warmth that it made you feel safe.

Just who the hell was she?

“Dear… Maybe you should put her down. Poor girl looks like she is going to faint,” Another voice echoed out into the night sky as it started to snow, tensing at the new presence as you swiftly glanced around seeing another bunny hybrid—The guy was slightly less tall than Jungkook, but instead of this women, he had black ears that stood up straight. A large smile forming on him… He had Jungkook’s smile.

“Her name is Y/N, right?”

“Oh! Chim mentioned that on the phone the last time we talked!! What a lovely name, it fits the little black rose perfectly!”

“Yoongi, I can’t believe you adopted a hybrid!! How many times has your mom tried to convince you to get out the house or schedule blind dates? At least now she’ll stop since you have a hybrid to take care of. I’m sure Y/N will have no problems whipping you into shape.”

Yoongi scoffed, turning his head sideways as a light blush rose on his cheeks from being called out. The action causing all the adult parents to laugh at the pouty expression Yoongi was showing, Though while it embarrassed him, you grew more on edge from being surrounded.

Eyes growing wide seeing multiple couples, from an orange and white tiger… to brownish and gold fur retrievers. Then finally a pair of bright orange and red foxes… However, you didn’t see any other couple that wasn’t considered a hybrid.

Eventually it started to feel like you were being suffocated, trying to wiggle out of the female’s grasp that only made you hiss from how much movement you were doing as the smell of fresh blood reached your nose. However it probably would’ve been noticed if where you were inside a closed space and not outside a snowy environment.

Though the sudden action had everyone freezing in alarm and concern before understanding lit up—They were overwhelming you. Although it was hard to detect in the wind, the strongest sense in the air was pain and fear… along with something else that smelled familiar to them. But from what Yoongi explained about your past… It would be best not to make a first bad impression by bringing up horrid memories.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!! I—I didn’t mean to be rude,” The women stumbled upon her words, ears pinning back as an embarrassed blush painted her cheeks red. Gently, she placed you down on the cold ground where you unconsciously hissed at everyone to back off, back arching as high it could go while tail bristled in anger.

The defensive position had the parents deflating, sadness filling them as the others eye’s softened—Maybe it was a mistake not to inform you that they were coming here…

“Y/N, it’s okay… You can trust them. It’s about time you meet the big family,” Namjoon calmly explained, crouching near as the four hybrids smiled in reassurance. Giving you an encouraging nod before standing next to the ones that shared similar traits with them—Are these their parents?

“Maybe we should let Y/N get settled in first! I bet she’s dying to eat a nice hot meal and shake off the cold—Yoongi… Namjoon… Your parents should be inside finishing up dinner. While Jin, your parents are getting the rooms ready,” Mrs. Jung spoke up, brownish tail wagging as the sun radiated off her smile.

Nodding in agreement, Namjoon ruffled your head before Yoongi came to scroop you up in his arms. Unzipping his jacket so he could wrap you up in it, becoming your personal heater.

During the trail, you watched how all the boys were in a good mood… Despite them being tired from staying up too late. Laughter could be heard a mile away as they joked around with big grins, even Jungkook had tears falling when being embraced by each of his parents.

Just then a flick was felt upon your ear that caused you to glare upward, Yoongi smirking down before an annoyed hiss fell from your lips that had him chuckling in amusement. The sound catching everyone’s attention, secretly glancing over their shoulders to coo. As well sighing in relief seeing Yoongi open up to someone that wasn’t his parents or the boys.

Soon enough, after heading through the darkness and snowy fog… You could make out a building that was neatly decorated as Christmas lights shined the pathway—This is a house?! It looks like a castle!!

Your mouth couldn’t help but drop when seeing a semi-giant mansion…

“Speechless dearie? Believe me… I was too when our seven boys surprised us with it,” Mrs. Kim stated, walking slower to keep in pace with Yoongi as she saw the awe shine in your eyes. Smiling at her son and husband that were ahead them, black and white tail blending into the snowy environment while it swished around.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, a small grin forming as he stared at the big house that was coming more into view—Wait was that? You couldn’t help but snicker in amusement when feeling Yoongi puff out his chest in pride. It seems the sight of the house inflated his ego…

“…All of you deserved it from how much you put up with us. We all have successful jobs… It was about time we lend a hand,” Yoongi explained with a far-off look in his eyes at the mention of being successful. While he did work in the music industry, Yoongi didn’t just want to be claimed as another random face… He wanted to make a name for himself that the world knew and deep in his gut, something told him that was coming soon. “Ah, anyways… All we did was start the race; it was you all that finished it remember? I hear the clinic and restaurant are the talk of the town, soon it’s going to go global—Eomma even told me your starting your own fashion line… What’s that all about?”

At the comment, Taehyung’s mom ended up coughing in her hand as she grew shy… The only people who actually knew about that was the ladies and her husband. Mrs. Kim didn’t even tell her son about what she was planning to release next fall. “Yes well… You didn’t think Taetae got his fashion sense from his father, did you?”

Yoongi laughed in agreement, glancing at the two male tigers to see one sporting a designer outfit while the other was wearing something that was entirely mismatched. The music lover couldn’t help but flinch seeing the terrible combination… Even HE had some fashionable sense.

Finally arriving at the front door, the guys were the first to rush into the house to get out of the cold weather. Dragging snow with them that had the woman glaring at the mess, pulling off their coats to put away. Honestly, you were surprised when Yoongi didn’t shed off his jacket as well or even ask if you’d sit on the floor from how much heat you were adding.

Suddenly a delicious aroma filled the room, it had your stomach grumbling in anger. In fact, you don’t think you’ve eaten anything since breakfast, and it seemed the smell wasn’t only affecting you. The other hybrids practically melting on the spot as drool formed, following the smell.

It wasn’t hard to find where it was coming from, Yoongi settling you down on the counter when spotting a beautiful women facing away from everyone. She was wearing an elegant black outfit, long hair tired up as she focused on chopping. The lady looked like Yoongi when he cooks.

Speaking of him…

“Eomma…. I’m home.”

Snapping her head up, eyes growing wide as she accidentally dropped the knife on the floor that had you jumping into a defensive position. Relaxing slightly when seeing the women throw herself into Yoongi’s awaiting arms before she pulled away. Placing a single hand on his cheek that had Yoongi leaning in for comfort.

“Oh my boy… Wait, am I sure your him? My, Yoongi, was never this handsome,” Mrs. Min snorted as Yoongi rolled his eyes, gently pushing his mother’s hand away playfully.

“Okay… Well you ruined the moment,” Yoongi chuckled.

“I was just kidding dumpling… Of course your mine, only I could create such a beautiful child,” Mrs. Min chuckled as she reached for the knife on the floor, placing it in the sink before turning around to get a better view at her son. However, her eyes widen seeing Yoongi’s shirt… “Oh my!! Yoongi you’re bleeding! Are you okay?!”

“Bleeding? What, are you finally going crazy? What are you talking about, I’m not…” Yoongi scrunched up his nose in confusion, glancing down at his shirt only to freeze. There, right in the middle, was in fact a blood stain… Although it was not a lot, it was still alarming.

“This doesn’t make sense…” Yoongi mumbled, thinking back on what happened today as his mother fused over him on possibly being injured. It was then that a light bulb lit up in his head… Y/N. Maybe that fight with the hybrid eagle did more than damage your mental health.

Ignoring his mother, Yoongi slowly crept to where you sat with a clinging Jimin. The fox being putty in your arms as you pat his head with a single paw. Giving a shushing sign when the hybrids spotted him getting closer. When Yoongi was close enough, he spotted your black fur had a shining wet coat to the shoulder. Although he couldn’t tell if it was blood or not.

Narrowing his eyes, Yoongi whispered an apology before touching the wet spot that had you wincing and letting out a loud cry. A deadly hiss escaping as wild eyes stared into Yoongi’s soul, everyone gathering into the kitchen when hearing the sound.

It surprised the parents when something triggered in their four boys, startled eyes watching them transform as they stood guard in front as Yoongi stared at the tips of his fingers that had fresh blood on it. Snapping up when hearing growls ring through the air as the hybrids eyed him suspiciously, only backing down when you finally relaxed seeing it was just Yoongi.

Seokjin and Namjoon stared with worry, wondering what the hell was going on. The two coming up behind Yoongi to peer down at what he was looking at that had curiosity grow in the parents too. Suddenly a gasp left one of them, the eldest being the first to react.

“Someone get my dad, immediately!!! Y/N’s hurt!!”

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Welcome to the thirteenth chapter of Changing One's Tune! Thank you lovelies for your patience. All my hard-work finally paid off, I graduated with my associates!

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[primaphomet]

DEE SNOUT SUPREMACY

[xaallo]

Okaal, Snoot Update~

hey so fUCK searching for that picture when 1) I have over 1000 pages on this hellblog and 2) Okaal’s snout is outdated in that old image anyway. So, please take this new snoot update! Oh, and as always: Floppy ear supremacy!

[dearevanhansenofficial]

4TH ANNUAL DEAR EVAN HANSEN COLLEGE ESSAY WRITING CHALLENGE 2022

In partnership with Gotham Writers and the Broadway Education Alliance, Dear Evan Hansen invited students across North America to write a college-application style essay that describes an experience with or ideas about reinvention at any stage of their life.

READ FINALIST SUMEDHA’S FULL ESSAY:

My biology teacher told us once in passing that every seven years, the human body's cells are fully replaced. One day, each of us will own a body that never missed that serve in volleyball, never bubbled D instead of C on that AP exam, never clenched that fist instead of opening that mouth. One day, my friend will own a body that was never pinned down against the backseat of a car on prom night. One day, I will own a body that never felt the pinch of fingernails in the girls' bathroom, that never tasted the hiss of, "terrorist," when a stranger put her lips against my ear. One day, our bodies will be clean.

At least, according to science, they will.

I, however, disagree.

I postulate that reinvention is impossible. Which is to say, there is no such thing as a clean slate. We are molded by our painful experiences, and we would be doing ourselves a disservice by denying the weight of such formative moments.

I will never have an opportunity for reinvention. Nor will my friends, my peers, my teachers, my family. We are shaped by our natures and our circumstances — sexual assault, racism, xenophobia, generational trauma. We cannot deny the crushing weight of white supremacy, the enduring legacy of colonialism, and the persistent system of gender discrimination in our world. We cannot rid ourselves of these memories and foundations, even if we rip pages from our family scrapbooks.

I do, however, advocate that we can take these forms of pain and channel them into energy. We cannot reinvent the same way phoenixes do, the same way our bodies do — we cannot rid ourselves of our former shells entirely. We can only grow into and step out of them, transcending beyond our environments and innate qualities to pursue goals bigger than ourselves.

I realize this sounds like a pretty heavy revelation to have before I can legally buy a lottery ticket. I can't pinpoint that moment when I turned from feeling pessimistic and helpless to zealous and determined about my control over my identity — but I do remember the first time we did whittling in art class.

It was a Friday, and I was soaring through the project — I thought it might be the first time I could finish something that didn't end up looking like a platypus in a fedora — but I got distracted halfway through, and I accidentally cut the tail off my fox. For a few moments I was so furious that I had to set down my knife (lest I turned it on my neighbor's budding creation out of pure spite), but, after a few deep breaths, I set myself back to work and transformed my tailless fox into a weird looking (but rather adorable, if I do say so myself) dog. As I smoothed my new creation's legs and tried to carve a little poodle tail from what was meant to be a rich plume, I was surprised by how much calmer I felt. The distinctive snout of the fox was still there, but now it was a fox that looked like it belonged in front of the Eiffel Tower with a beret and a baguette.

Every student that is lucky enough to access higher education has the right to be excited for a variety of reasons — at long last, we can stay up past 1 am and review textbooks and gorge ourselves with Ramen, and no one can stop us! I'm looking forward to a million things about college, but most clearly, I see it as an opportunity to grow what I've built for my past sixteen years of life. I look forward to joining a community of learners, thinkers, and doers. I am eager for a new environment in which I can confront my past, grapple with my present, and further whittle a stronger, brighter, more equal future.

Sumedha Yarlagadda Sun Prairie West High School Sun Prairie, WI

[ataviisms]

snout and tail supremacy

[a-wandering-imagination]

Chapter 20

The sound of the motor was what had first alerted the bear to the presence of a stranger, but it was the strange scent that brought the old bear down from the alder thicket to the beach at Taku Harbor. He waited in the brush just above the tide line, watching as a man made his way from the boat, up the dock and across the beach to the old cannery buildings. 

The old bear was the monarch of the woods around the harbor. His territory stretched for nearly fifty miles over the quiet, pine shrouded wilderness he called home. But even the biggest bear in the woods knew to avoid man and their noisy sticks. The old bear had the bullet scars to remind him of the mistakes of his youth. He walked with a slight limp caused by a bullet lodged in his left shoulder nearly a decade before. But even the wounds of his youth had not prevented him from clawing and biting his way to supremacy in these woods, chasing all the other would-be challengers from his domain. His hide bore testament to the years of vicious battle with the seemingly endless line of young bears searching for a new home. Ugly pink scars sliced through his thick fur on his back, his haunches and his ribs. His face bore the worst of the damage, however, with most of his snout and lips spiderwebbed and dimpled with the marks of fangs and claws. 

One scar in particular stood out, running from the tip of his snout up the bridge of his nose and across one eye. That fight had cost him the sight in that eye, which was now clouded white with cataracts. The bear hardly noticed the loss of sight, however, as even young healthy bears had extremely poor eyesight and relied on their ears and their nose to find food or detect danger. And it was primarily the old bear’s nose that had brought him to the beach. He had heard the motor first, of course, and would have headed deeper into the woods if that had been all he had noticed. But his nose had detected something else. Something different. It was his nose that had brought him within striking distance of the hated human. He lay quietly, like a big log, listening and watching with his one good eye as the man walked along the beach in front of him less than ten yards away. Still the bear did not move. He could smell the man alright. No question there. But there was something else. Something strange… and yet familiar. The bear’s small mind reeled as it tried to recognize this new scent. No. Not new. This scent was strange, but definitely not new. The bear knew this scent from somewhere. Somewhere before. He tried to remember but wasn’t sure. It awakened something in him, something from long ago. A feeling that he’d not experienced in many years. The feeling prickled the hair along hulking hump on his back and a soft growl rumbled deep in his chest. 

He didn’t like this smell. 

It smelled like rotted stumps and chalky white bones. It stank of decay and mildew. Something was here. Something that had come back to the forest after a long absence. Something very, very old. The bear shivered a bit and turned his massive head to the right and looked at the dark opening of the old cannery building. He could see it fairly well through the trees and he knew the man was in there. But the smell… he swung his head back to the left and stared through the leaves at the boat. The smell was coming from out there. 

A soft breeze rustled the leaves around his face and the bear stiffened. He sniffed the air, sucking in deep breaths and his ears twitched left and right. Something was wrong. He stood softly, still hidden in the brush and his head swung back towards the cannery building. The smell seemed to be coming from the building now and he could no longer smell the man. The low growl rumbled in his throat once more and there was a hint of a whine in it this time. Worry had crept into the old bear’s mind. His nose seemed to be playing tricks on him. Now he stared at the dark opening of the cannery building, sure that the man was not alone in there and that whatever was with him knew the bear’s hiding place. The feeling of danger that washed over him seemed to come from inside rather than anything he could identify with his fine nose and sensitive ears. He heard nothing and the only thing he could smell was that soft, rotting mustiness that seemed to be enveloping everything around him like a slowly spreading fungus. The bear stepped quietly out of the brush and stared intently at the door of the cannery building, waiting for the danger he sensed to emerge. One of the many things the bear had learned in his long life was that success in a fight was usually dependent on meeting the danger head on. Face it. Attack it. Kill it. The bear growled again and stared at the cannery building. Still nothing emerged. His massive head then swung back to stare at the boat. It too was silent and still. But now the scent was so strong he felt like he was suffocating. Fear was building in the pit of his stomach, fear of something even bigger and older than himself. Something that was waiting for the right moment to attack. 

Disregarding his lifetime of experience, the big bear huffed once more at the dark cannery building and then turned tail and slipped back into the woods. The prickle along his spine returned and he quickened his pace till he was at a good gallop, pushing through brush and undergrowth with no further care about any noise he was making. Branches snapped and crashed as he blasted through the brush headed up into the hills away from the beach and that disconcerting smell. 

About a hundred yards up the hill, the bear broke into a small clearing and finally slowed. He scanned the meadow for movement, his nose and ears on full alert, but all seemed normal here. He stopped and sat for a moment, listening to the wind in the trees and breathing in the faint scent of berries coming ripe in the bushes across the meadow. The day was turning into night and the cloudy sky was darkening quickly. The shadows among the trees grew dark and silent. The bear stood again and slowly made his way around the edge of the meadow, snuffing here and there for something to eat. The chocolate lilies down near the beach were his favorite. When they went to seed, the root system produced a small rice-like ball of starchy nodules that could be easily dug up with his long claws and deft tongue. But those grew near the shoreline and the bear had decided he wasn’t going back down there tonight. So now he searched for stray blueberries and mushrooms among the brush at the meadows edge as he slowly worked his way around the perimeter towards the east side of the meadow which led further upwards into the mountainous forest beyond.

The bear had made it about halfway round the meadow’s edge when his body tensed. He spun, looking back towards the direction of the beach. No sound or smell had disturbed him, but the prickle along his spine was back. He was too old and experienced to ignore even such subtle warnings. He stretched his nose west and sucked at the breeze, trying to ascertain if he’d been followed up the hill. Other than the soft hiss of the wind in the tops of the hemlock trees, no sound came to him. Even the birds had all gone silent. A gust of wind from the west brought the strange scent to his nose once more. Just a hint of it, but it was enough to bring his hackles to full rise on his shoulders. His heart began to beat faster and huffed a warning at the silent shadowed trees across the meadow. He didn’t hear anything or see anything but he felt that something was there, hidden in the darkness, watching him. Something big. The huge bear pawed the earth in front of him in a show of dominance over the perceived intruder and he bellowed at the darkness, a long drawn out roar of anger and fear. Only silence answered his call. He swung his massive head back and forth and bounced on his forepaws, hoping the display would ward off whatever was hiding there. He was just about to turn and head further into the trees when he heard a branch crack in the darkness on the opposite side of the meadow. He spun and rose up on his hind legs and roared once more. Nearly ten feet tall, the big bear was an imposing sight and his angry bellow would have struck fear in the hearts of even the most valiant of any would-be challengers. He popped his jaw loudly and pawed at the air, menacing the unseen visitor. Dropping to all fours once more, his ears laid back against his head as he bared his long fangs and growled deep and low. His breath misted around his head as darkness settled over the meadow. The bear took a tentative step towards the west and the hidden intruder, still growling, hackles raised.

As the bear took another step a flash of movement erupted from the trees on the far side of the meadow. Something was coming. Something big. Something fast. The bear rose onto his hind legs once more to meet the oncoming attacker, another mighty roar forming in his throat. But the roar was cut short. The fight was over almost before it had begun. The bear, lunging towards the movement was caught mid stride by a massive taloned claw which slammed into his throat with such force that the roar was immediately silenced and a sickening crack filled the air. The impact was so powerful that the large bear pinwheeled in the air, head over feet, and landed heavy on the soft moss, lifeless. One rear paw twitched fitfully a couple of times and then the big bear was still. The massive black creature crouched over the bear and leaned in close as if sniffing the lifeless corpse. It stayed in that position for several minutes. Then, finally, the beast rose and grabbed the bear by one of its hind legs. It walked, silently, back in the direction it had come, effortlessly dragging the bear’s mammoth carcass along behind.

[my-comic-rantz]

Snout supremacy

[dino-socks]

ok but instead of skinny agile anime boy techno consider:

2 and a half meter tall, wide shoulders, could crash your head with his hands, big buff arms, anthropomorphic boar technoblade with thick skin (bc he lives in the cold) but also it makes him more resistant to atacks and shit so he doesn't even need armor and he wears all of this layers of clothing so he looks even bigger and also his weapons are so big that the others cant hold them and his voice can make the earth shake and hunts and chops wood with his own hands and biiiiiiiiiiig techno

[irrelevant-iguanadon]

A few Bear sketches I did during the stream

[tribbetherium]

The Early Temperocene: 145 million years post-establishment

Land, Sea and Sky: The Triathler

The Temperocene is a world becoming increasingly crowded in multiple different environments. The skies and seas have been filled with newcomers, with wingles and pterodents soaring high above and cricetaceans, bayvers and a slew of marine rattiles coming to populate the deep blue below. And with much competition in all directions the dominance of several older clades that ruled sole supremacy in their element since nearly the beginning of the planet's life have now begun to falter, as late arrivals have shaken up the game with the progression of the eons.

One such clade are the ratbats: sole occupants of the air since the beginning, they have since been joined by two other clades in powered flight, one larger, another smaller. While size differences have eased pressure, it has fared poorly for the largest and the smallest flighted members of the ratbat clade, especially large aerial predators and small nectar-feeding fliers. Marine ratbats too would face challengers,especially in the air by the seagoing pterodents known as the wanderganders.

But this pressure would shape ratbats more flexible than any before, some adapting to better challenge the wanderganders or evade conflict, or making competing wingles instead their prey. And others have spread out their expertise into multiple directions to expand their niche to a wider range of options, and no group has taken this to the level of an unusual genus of ratbats of the falcyon family: the triathlers (Triathlopteryx spp.).

Triathlers are small, beach-dwelling ratbats descended from falcyons that once hunted smaller sea ratbats before the pterodents came. Shoved out of their top spot, the triathlers instead became littoral foragers, probing the shore with their long snouts for burrowed invertebrates, taking flight to catch flying insects or wingles, and taking to the sea to snatch shrish or pescopods beneath the surface.

With such a diverse lifestyle the triathlers have developed numerous anatomic peculiarities to suit their unusual lifestyle. Notably, they are one of the most ground-competent of flighted ratbats, able to fold their wings almost perfectly neatly against their forearm, and run quadrupedally with great agility in pursuit of small shore prey, in particular the abundance of terrestrial shrish known as shrabs. While many of the more-derived ratbats have erect limbs and stiffer wing fingers, they are less adept on the ground than the triathlers, driving much of their running force with their powerful forelimbs in a bounding, crutching motion. This too comes in handy for running away from their own predators, allowing them to flee far enough to take off safely.

Their coastal habitat has too, selected for triathlers being skilled swimmers, with specialized sebaceous glands to keep their fur waterproof, webbed feet for steering and the same powerful forelimbs that propel them on ground and air now pushing them through the water in powerful strokes. This is highly reminescent of their flightless distant relatives the blubbats, though less specialized and efficient, as they lack the heavy solid bodies and flipper-like wings that make the blubbats so excellent at swimming, a trade-off to be able to fly and run more agile on land, as well as being buoyant enough to take off from the water's surface.

In the air, triathlers are no slouches either, as they are able to fly long distances, especially when migrating long distances during the breeding season to preferred nesting grounds. They are also quite capable of catching small flying prey in midair thanks to their conical teeth, an adaptation just as suited for seizing slippery aquatic quarry. With such a wide array of part-time niches, this generalist small-scale predator is quite behaviorally flexible and even notably smarter than most other ratbats, able to exploit whatever resources are most available in a given time.

This adaptability in a changing world has made the triathlers a very widespread genus in the Temperocene, found worldwide in virtually all coastal environments and spanning over 25 species, the biggest being the black-headed tricolor triathler (Triathlopteryx elegans) with a four-foot wingspan and a weight of about a kilogram, nesting primarily in the eastern coast of Mesoterra but also in parts of Arcuterra as well.

Triathlers, thus, are not the fastest of runners, the most efficient of fliers or the most streamlined of swimmers. Yet by being fairly competent in all three, just more so than other rivals fixated on but one element, and sufficiently enough to catch small prey in each medium, the triathlers are able to stay in the game despite the competition. In a world where new species become increasingly specialized, where numerous spring into being by devoting themselves to a single niche, the plucky triathler finds its luck in the opposite direction, by being a jack of all trades and a master of none-- but still better than a master of one.

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[serpentfever]

Because I am, alas, very bored, I’ve decided to talk a little bit about the five serpentine types.

First, Serpent Type: Serpent type serpentine are serpentine born looking nearly identical to regular snakes, except they are much larger, and are fully sentient. They are the rarest of the serpentine types, and may only hatch under incredibly specific environment circumstances, such as a certain temperature and the planetary alignments, or something. Serpent types were considered the strongest among serpentine, possessing tribal powers far beyond the capacities of the ordinary tribe member. Because of this, combined with their rarity and longevity (having much longer lifespans than the average serpentine), Serpent types were often treated as dieties, and worshipped. 

Examples: The Anacondrai Serpent, The Great Devourer (Part of the now deceased Vermillion tribe)

General Type: General type serpentine are those with tails, either born with them or gained them through becoming general, thus the name. Despite the fact we only ever see one snake possessing a tail in the early seasons, gained through the staff, I have an idea that it’s actually possible for serpentine to be born with tails, and that being a general is not required. This stems from the fact non-generals were depicted with tails in the Pyro Vipers, both Aspheera, and miscellaneous snakes we see in the flashback. It’s uncommon to be born with a tail, and has gotten progressively rarer since the years of the Pyro Vipers, but it is nowhere near as exceedingly rare as with the Serpent Types.

The reason serpentine gain tails upon ascension to general, if they don’t have one already, is due to a spell put in place many hundreds of years ago by an ancient Serpentine King. Since then, the tail has been a symbol of power, with the more snake like a serpentine is, the closer they are to the divinity of the serpent types.

There are a couple reasons the Anacondrai might all be General types. One is that the Anacondrai’s belief in their own supremacy and equality among their tribesmen lead them to perform a similar ritual, ensuring each of them would be equal in divinity and power. Another is eugenics.

Examples: All of the Anacondrai, Skales, Slithraa (Prior to his demotion), Acidicus, Skalidor, Fangtom, Aspheera, King Mambo IV

Warrior Type: Warrior types are mostly known for having slightly more pronounced features than their soldier counterparts. Warrior type Hypnobrai have larger hoods, warrior type constrictai more spikes and more armored faces, etc. Usually possess more potent powers than a soldier or scout type, but not as much as a general. A little more uncommon than the soldier type.

Examples: Lizaru, Fangdam, Skales (prior to his evolution to General), Bytar

Soldier Type: The most basic and common serpentine type. The average serpentine, with a snake like head and tail. Not much to be said about this type.

Examples: Spitta, Mezmo, Fang-Suei, Chokun, Selma

Scout Type: The lowest ranked members of the caste system, these serpentine are notable for their slightly more humanoid appearance. They more resemble what one usually thinks of as ‘lizardmen’, as they don’t have proper snouts, instead having more human faces. There are a couple reasons this could be: One, they are a result of human/serpentine crossbreeding. Two, rather than being descended from the Maaray Merlopians like the rest of the serpentine are, they are instead descended from the Nymphs (Like Nyad and Bentho).

If they are indeed hybrids, this could explain why the Pyro Vipers and Maaray seemingly lack Scout types, as its possible that the Pyro Vipers existed during a time when the cross breeding hadn’t quite gotten to a level where the scouts could be recognized as proper serpentine.

Examples: Rattla, Snike, Lasha, Snappa

[weirwoodking]

hey man i was just giving my point/seeing if you knew something i didn’t because yeah, to my knowledge so far it is heavily implied within the series the you need some blood to specifically RIDE A DRAGON (not be a hero, in general) im not saying tyrion won’t, i think so far it’s been set up with his interest in dragon lore that he’ll figure it out, but to hop on in the standard way it seems like necessity? if there are any metas about it id love to read them, but- (p1 sorry)

(p2) from what i’ve read the only ~maybe~ evidence that there isn’t some blood magic going on is nettles. and that’s a big maybe. Like, i swear im not coming at this from an ablistic/valaryan supremacy standpoint but those sheep farmers clearly did SOMETHING, that they decided was hard enough to pull off again they’d rather marry their siblings. and the other similar magic system we’ve seen in the books- skinchanging/warging- has also been heavily connected with bloodlines and maybe past magic

I wrote this response before you sent part 2, and so I do see you’ve read about Nettles. I recommend this analysis by felonyofasshai about that.

A good line to take away from it is: if i were to say, "only people with blond hair can eat toffee", and then never let anyone without blond hair near toffee, obviously the result would be that only blond people ate toffee.

The Valyrian empire and the Targaryen dynasty relied on keeping the dragons in their control. They needed everyone to believe it could only be them.

There is also no guarantee that Valyrian blood makes someone a dragonrider. Quentyn is an example of this. His Valyrian blood did not protect him from the dragons.

And, neither did Dany’s. Let’s analyze the Daznak’s Pit scene.

“Drogon,” she screamed. “Drogon.”

His head turned. Smoke rose between his teeth. His blood was smoking too, where it dripped upon the ground. He beat his wings again, sending up a choking storm of scarlet sand. Dany stumbled into the hot red cloud, coughing. He snapped.

“No” was all that she had time to say. No, not me, don’t you know me? The black teeth closed inches from her face. He meant to tear my head off. The sand was in her eyes. She stumbled over the pitmaster’s corpse and fell on her backside.

Drogon roared. The sound filled the pit. A furnace wind engulfed her. The dragon’s long scaled neck stretched toward her. When his mouth opened, she could see bits of broken bone and charred flesh between his black teeth. His eyes were molten. I am looking into hell, but I dare not look away. She had never been so certain of anything. If I run from him, he will burn me and devour me.

[...]

Drogon roared full in her face, his breath hot enough to blister skin. Off to her right Dany heard Barristan Selmy shouting, “Me! Try me. Over here. Me!”

In the smoldering red pits of Drogon’s eyes, Dany saw her own reflection. How small she looked, how weak and frail and scared. I cannot let him see my fear. She scrabbled in the sand, pushing against the pitmaster’s corpse, and her fingers brushed against the handle of his whip. Touching it made her feel braver. The leather was warm, alive. Drogon roared again, the sound so loud that she almost dropped the whip. His teeth snapped at her.

Drogon does not recognize Dany, he does not stop from attacking her. Until....

Dany hit him. “No,” she screamed, swinging the lash with all the strength that she had in her. The dragon jerked his head back. “No,” she screamed again. “NO!” The barbs raked along his snout. Drogon rose, his wings covering her in shadow. Dany swung the lash at his scaled belly, back and forth until her arm began to ache. His long serpentine neck bent like an archer’s bow. With a hisssssss, he spat black fire down at her. Dany darted underneath the flames, swinging the whip and shouting, “No, no, no. Get DOWN!” His answering roar was full of fear and fury, full of pain. His wings beat once, twice…

...and folded. The dragon gave one last hiss and stretched out flat upon his belly.

It was not Dany’s Targaryen blood that tamed Drogon. It was her courage, it was her being brave even though she was afraid. If Dany had not stood up in that pit with the whip in her hand and hit Drogon with all the strength she had in her, no amount of Valyrian blood would have saved her.

Furthermore, Dany herself does not believe that the other riders have to be Targaryens.

The dragon has three heads. There are two men in the world who I can trust, if I can find them. I will not be alone then. We will be three against the world, like Aegon and his sisters. (Daenerys VI, ASOS)

As far as Dany knows, she is the last Targaryen alive. She also does not think “okay, I need to find some Velaryons or Celtigars or Lyseni men”. Dany does not seem to believe that Valyrian blood is needed for dragonriding.

Targaryen blood purity is a lie. It was always a lie. Whether the Targaryens truly believed you had to have Valyrian blood to ride a dragon or not, it was still a lie.

Now, you mentioned skinchanging/warging as a genetic thing. Skinchanging/warging is a gift given by the Old Gods. It seems to have been frequently given to House Stark. However, there is no implication that there is a blood purity competent. For example, there haven’t been any known/recorded Stark wargs in the recent centuries (although we can suspect that that used to be more common), but suddenly all six Stark kids ended up as wargs. So it doesn’t seem like anything that relies on a strong gene purity. While the Starks are known for their “wolf blood”, this is most likely a term passed down from the days when the Starks would more frequently receive the gift of warging. Perhaps they sacrificed to the Old Gods to increase their chances of receiving this gift. But again, blood purity is not what made the entire current Stark generation wargs.