#types of worms in dogs

[choccy-milky]

hello!!! i just recently began to play Hogwarts Legacy myself and then saw your art and was like WOW💕 really love Clora/Seb dynamic! here's a small gift, he-he. genderbend version of my favorite art of yours. (if anything isn't okay, just let me know! sorry in advance.)

OMG THIS IS SO COOL??? IM SO IN LOVE WITH CLORA AS A BOY HOLY AAAAAA 😩😩seb, girl, id be jealous and protective if i managed to lock that down too🤺🤺 the OG is also one of my fav drawings of seb and clora ive ever done and omg, seeing it redrawn genderbent is such a treat i didnt even realize i wanted...also your painting/rendering is beautiful?? im so happy you like my art, esp enough to do something like this, this is so awesome😭😭THANK YOU🙏🙏💖💖💖

[august-anon]

of course we'd still love you if you were a worm, Augustus Anonymous :) worms can still type, and we could keep you in a little jar

JDFHDSKJFHSKHFSKLHFSDLKJF IM SO GLAD THANK YOU

[boynarcing]

Leon and puppy Boy reader. Leon being so mean shoving your head into the carpet when you have an accident because he won't let you go outside because it's to cold and he doesn't want to go outside. Kicking you around making you lay in your cage for days ignoring you going out drinking only to come home to kick you around beating you raping you if he was to drunk stomping on your tail accidently breaking it one time feeling horrible about it. Being nice to you when he gets sober letting you lay in bed with him petting you rubbing the slope of your nose taking your hands squishing my paw pads. Starting to be more gentle when you're in heat pampering you being gentle roughing you up sometimes feeling bad after

-ฅU⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U⁠ฅ

only leon would stomp on his pup’s tail and accidentally break it… that’s so sick he’s such a cruel man even when he’s not trying to be 🙂‍↔️ he’s the type to put peanut butter on his dick for his puppy boy to lick off but he doesn’t even need it… you’re always eager to please duhhh he’s just paranoid

[angrybatart]

Had a sudden....idea...headcanon...what you'd call it while drawing a Jolly Geologist comic. And while (STRUGGLING) to find a good picture of the Dark Worms, I noticed that Jolly's skull helmet is actually kinda similar to the Wormy heads.

I know they're actually quite huge (and the hole in the center is probably the big obvious difference), but maybe he found the skull of a young Wormy while looking for rocks? Not accusing him of killing one for a cool hat. He doesn't seem the violent type. I mean, he joined Nightbird Whisperer in bird watching. So he CLEARLY likes animals too.

Just a thought.

[thatgirlwithasquid]

underworld rewatch and sharing popcorn with the dog rn :)

[cassiterite-tenring]

hi, filipino here. just want to say that our independence day is june 12, not july 4. july 4 is when the united states government decided that they would recognize our freedom, specifically because it is your independence day and they wanted to cement their cultural hegemony over our country. and because of their influence on our country this was recognized for a time as our independence day. we still commemorate it, but i hope you can understand why we don't want our independence day to be associated so closely with our former colonizer. it wasn't even a work holiday for us.

june 12 is the day that we filipinos declared our own independence for ourselves, and that is what we celebrate as independence day

happy fourth of july to the philippines ONLY

[alaricseer]

Weird obsession with bloodlines threatening him aside, did Subhoiem want to be a parent one day? Did he have any paternal instincts?

Would he have wanted to be a father if his family were still around?

I genuinely dont think it occurred to him, until his sister was pregnant, that it was even something to think about. Ultimately though, no, I dont think being a parent ever interested him.

Had things gone differently, his whole family alive and well, he would have been the uncle who pretends at grouching when made to spend time with his nieces/nephews, but does adore them and would let them get away with murder. The 'cold but kids can see through it' type act, and his siblings would play along while trusting him implicitly with them. That would have been more than enough for him, to spend time around others kids, but not have to go home with them.

[cxvii666]

“nah, i can’t, bro. my girl said no.”

hanta’s voice is casual, breezy, like he’s turning down a movie he’s already seen. except the movie is an invite to hit this new ramen spot downtown, something the group’s been trying to plan for weeks.

denki, leaning against the kitchen counter with a stolen capri-sun in hand, blinks at him in utter disbelief. “you literally just said she’s asleep.”

“exactly,” hanta says, like he’s pointing out the obvious. “she’s asleep, and i don’t wanna wake her.”

denki’s eyes narrow. “you’re at your house.”

hanta doesn’t flinch. “the vibes are asleep, denki. don’t mess with the energy.”

in the corner of the room, bakugou lets out a sound so sharp and pained it’s honestly impressive it’s not lethal. “you are so full of shit.”

hanta just grins, throwing his phone lazily onto the couch and stretching like he’s got all the time in the world. he’s draped across the sectional like he lives there—which he kind of does, when you’re around. the hoodie he’s wearing still smells like your shampoo. his legs are tangled in a fuzzy blanket you left behind two days ago, the one you claimed clashed with his “whole aesthetic” but brought over anyway. your socks—those ridiculous yellow ones with the tiny strawberries—are balled up under the coffee table.

everything in here is steeped in you. your perfume still hangs faintly in the air. your laugh echoes if he thinks about it too hard.

it’s not that he can’t go out.

it’s just—okay. no. it’s exactly that. he can’t go out. not when he could be here, waiting for you.

“look, i’m sorry,” he says with all the sincerity of a man who is not sorry in the slightest, “missus said no. y’know how it is.”

denki frowns at him, straw still in his mouth. “you don’t even call her that to her face.”

“i call her worse,” hanta replies proudly, just before a throw pillow comes flying from bakugou’s corner of the room and smacks him in the head with practiced precision.

“you’re so annoying when you’re in love,” bakugou mutters, already reaching for another pillow like it’s open season on sentimentality.

“thank you!” hanta chirps, catching the first pillow and hugging it to his chest like a trophy. “finally, someone’s noticing the effort I put into being an incredible boyfriend.”

“you’re lying to avoid social plans,” denki points out flatly. “you bailed on us last week too.”

“that time she really did say no.”

“no she didn’t.”

“she could have!” hanta says, like that somehow justifies it. “i just… preemptively respected her boundaries.”

bakugou makes a noise like he’s seriously debating whether homicide is worth the paperwork.

hanta settles deeper into the couch, gaze flicking briefly to his phone screen—already lighting up with a little preview of your goodnight text, the one you typed before your post-shift nap knocked you out. he doesn’t open it. just smiles at it. lets it sit there like a quiet little warm thing in his chest.

you’re coming over later. you mentioned it in passing this morning, half-asleep and brushing your teeth. said something about bringing that stupidly specific kind of candy he likes from the store near your work. he knows you’ll show up smelling like body lotion and a long day, probably steal another one of his hoodies and complain about the lack of snacks in his pantry like you don’t eat them all.

and if you’re even a minute late, he’ll act like he’s not checking the window every five seconds like a dog waiting for the mailman.

but right now, you’re asleep. and you’re still the best excuse he’s ever had.

“y’know,” he says, propping one foot up on the coffee table, “i just think it’s important to prioritize your partner. i’m choosing love. you guys are choosing noodles. i’m making mature decisions.”

“you’re eating half a pack of gummy worms and wearing her fuzzy socks.”

“maturely.”

denki sighs and checks the time. “whatever. i’m leaving in ten.”

“send me pics,” hanta calls after him, already fishing for the remote. “unless they’re ugly. then keep them to yourself.”

bakugou, on his way out, doesn’t say goodbye—just mutters something that sounds like simp and slams the door harder than necessary.

hanta doesn’t care.

he’s got a show paused right where you left off. your blanket. your scent. your goodnight text warming the screen like a promise.

the vibes are asleep, yeah.

and he’d rather stay in them, anyway.

[svtswhorehouse]

DATING WONWOO INCLUDES…. — sfw

• he always makes sure you’re stocked up with your favorite books.

• him still complimenting you even when he doesn’t have his glasses on and he can’t see a thing.

• reading in bed together late at night.

• sometimes he reads to you even if you’re not interested in his genre of books whatsoever.

• his voice lulling you to sleep because it’s so deep, gentle, and calm.

• him being very confused when you ask him if he would still love you if you were a worm cause why tf would you be a worm ????

• admiring you like he admires dino (iykyk).

• he’s such a good listener that you always find yourself venting to him about all your problems.

• he tries to teach you how to play video games (it doesn’t work, but he thinks you’re cute whenever you get irritated about being killed for the hundredth time).

• he does the dishes whenever you cook.

• contrary to popular belief, he’s very slick with his words and pickup lines.

• sometimes looks at you like you’ve grown two heads whenever you try and make a joke.

• he has an sd card for his camera reserved for photos of you only.

• calm bf x calm gf dynamic.

• you want a kitten. he knows he should say no, but just can’t resist your cute puppy dog eyes.

• very helpful when it comes to your assignments for university. a hundred percent the type to do it for you if you end up falling asleep.

• also the type to make sure you’re well fed and taking much needed mental breaks when studying.

• he keeps a polaroid photo of you in his wallet.

• wonwoo will ALWAYS immediately put his game controller down and give you his full attention whenever you talk to him — no matter how well he was doing or how soon the game was about to end.

• he’s very quick to take the responsibilities off of your shoulders and put it on his own.

• he never fails to laugh at your jokes, even when they’re not funny.

• your number one supporter.

• your parents absolutely adore him and think he’s such a gentleman.

• he’s very quick to fold and give in whenever you two get into arguments, even if he was in the right. he just wants it to be over and have you in his arms again.

• he buys you the most thoughtful gifts.

• he’s the best person when it comes to having deep and meaningful talks.

• all your worries wash away whenever you’re with him.

• you confessed your feelings to him first.

• he’s soooo reassuring whenever you get jealous. you know your boyfriend is ridiculously attractive, but the amount of women AND sometimes men who have their eyes on him irks you a lil.

• he prefers to just call you instead of text, tbh he just likes to hear your voice.

• you practically DROWN in his hoodies and shirts because his shoulders are so damn wide.

• “girlifies” his apartment for you whenever you spend the night (mingyu isn’t too happy about it).

• he’s always encouraging you to step out of your comfort zone and take risks, vice versa.

[bloodtwin]

            ❝   𝐈𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐀𝐍   𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓   ！  ❞   He  squeaked,  face  flushed  with  embarrassment.  There  was  a  competitive  side  to  him  that  boiled  below  the  surface,  no  matter  how  hard  he  tried  to  repress  it.  Puck  liked  to  win  ;  his  ego  tolerated  nothing  less  than  total  victory.

But  that  didn't  mean  he  liked  admitting  it.  Or  even  that  he  did  it  on  purpose.  Puck  would  claim  that  he  preferred  to  lose.  Less  blood  tended  to  be  shed  that  way.

           ❝  Karlach  is  probably  the  strongest  person  I  know.  I  underestimated  my  own  strength  because  of  that,  I  think.  ❞  He'd  been  careless.  Too  comfortable  around  her.

Then  a  shiver  ran  down  his  spine  at  the  mention  of  a  worse  Bhaalspawn.  Something  about  Iago  &  Sarevok  existing  in  the  same  space  had  alarm  bells  ringing  in  Puck's  head,  but  he  had  no  context  for  the  instinct.  (  Something  was  wrong  about  all  of  this  ⸻  but  what  ？)

           ❝  They're  in  our  camp  now,  but  .  .  .  ❞  They're  a  backstabbing  bitch.

Puck  needed  to  choose  his  words  carefully.  A  pause,  then:  ❝  Well,  they  suck,  and  I'm  mad  at  them.  But  they  might  know  why  you  seem  so  familiar,  too.  Could  be  worth  talking  to  them.  ❞

           Oh.  Puck  deflated  like  a  balloon.  Yeah,  usurpation  wasn't  really  the  plan  he  intended  to  go  with,  if  he  were  being  completely  honest.  In  fact,  he  wanted  to  do  the  exact  opposite  of  that.  He  wanted  to  reject  murder  entirely,  &  pursue  a  gentler  path.

An  awkward  chuckle  fluttered  past  his  lips.  ❝  Trust  me:  that's,  uh-  kind  of  the  last  thing  I'll  try  to  do.  I  hope. I'm more of a .  .  . peace & love type of guy (  ？ ！) ❞

Indeed, the contact with his kin was like a jolt of electricity in his veins, despite his patchwork soul no longer connecting him to that wretched lineage. Still. The parts that sustained him had come from other Spawns ( ones far better suited for this moment than him ). So perhaps that morsel of them could sense their shared father's essence.

Whatever the case might have been, he could appreciate the strength in Puck's grip. So the boy was stronger than he looked. Good.

"You broke someone's hand?" Sarevok repeated back, though his face betrays his interest plainly, "And with the way you speak of... Karlach, I can't imagine that's a regular feat. You don't speak of a mere wizard, I imagine."

He could sense he'd struck a chord by calling himself Bhaal's Least Favorite, if not because of the pout crossing Puck's face, than because of the grumbling that emerged from his mouth.

"A worse Bhaalspawn than I? I will have to meet them," Sarevok huffed, "I attempted to usurp him. I believed myself the subject of the prophecy of Alaundo, and by plotting the deaths of my siblings and thousands of others, I would become the god of murder."

There was a tiredness to his words, before Sarevok concluded, "Do not attempt to do the same. It is a fruitless endeavor."

[bogleech]

Simple lifeform facts I take for granted that I've now seen blowing people's minds on here:

That sea urchins walk around and have mouths with teeth on their undersides

That corals are related to jellyfish

Barnacles being related to crabs and shrimp

Ants being an offshoot of wasps

Termites being totally unrelated to ants and all similarities just being convergent evolution (they're actually a group of cockroaches, but even science didn't know that part until a few years ago)

Starfish having an eye at the end of each arm

That the bodies of ticks and mites are also their heads, essentially big heads with legs (they even frequently have eyes way up on "the body")

Sperm whales have no upper teeth, and also their bodies are flat from the front

Goats also having no upper (front) teeth

Tapeworms having no mouth at all and just absorbing nutrients over their entire body surface

That flies are bigger pollinators than bees

That moths are bigger pollinators than bees

That wasps are just as important pollinators as bees (more important to many groups of plants) and when we say they're "less efficient" at it we just mean individually they get a little less pollen stuck to them.

That honeybees are nonnative to most of the world and not good for the local ecosystem, just good for human agriculture

That earthworms are also nonnative and destructive to more habitats than the reverse

There being no hard biological line between slugs and snails; all slugs aren't necessarily related to each other and there are gastropod groups where some have shells and some don't

That ALL octopuses (not just the blue ring) have a venomous bite

Most jellyfish and sea anemones being predators that eat fish

"Krill" being shrimp up to a few inches long and not some kind of microbe

Blue whales therefore being the deadliest predators to ever evolve as they eat up to several million individual animals per day

That krill are still "plankton" because plankton refers to whatever animals, algae and other organisms are carried around by the sea's currents, not to any particular group of life or a size category

Fungi being no more related to plants than we are, and in fact more like a sibling to the animal kingdom if anything

Venus fly traps being native to only one small area of North America in all the world

Parasites being essential to all ecosystems

Leeches not having a circular ring of teeth anywhere

That algae is not a type of plant

That most seaweed is just very big algae

That enough wood ends up in the ocean that plenty of sea life evolved to eat only wood

Speaking of which the fact that the "ship worms" that make tunnels in wood are just long noodly clams

Butterflies technically just being a small weird group of moths we gave a different name to

That insects only get wings once they reach maximum size and therefore there can never be a younger smaller bee or fly that's not a larva

Spiders not being any more likely to kill their own mates/young than just a cat or dog might, for most species maybe a lot less often?

[emiliaoleary]

Hooking rugs that look like dogs

Here's how I do it:

The process I use is called rug hooking (not latch hook or punch needle or tufting, though it is the forerunner of the latter two techniques). Rugs are hooked by pulling loops of fabric strips or yarn through the holes of a base fabric with a coarse open weave, like burlap, or linen, or rug warp. The loops are pulled through the fabric with a squat-handled hook whose business end is shaped like a crochet hook.  There are no knots and the loops aren't sewed down in any way.  The whole thing stays put just by the tension of all those loops packed together in the weave of the foundation fabric.

This isn't a true detailed tutorial but a walk-through of my particular process. The same information is on my web page, emilyoleary.com .

I hook with yarn, rather than with cut strips of wool fabric, which is what many rug hookers use.  I can get a looser, more organic distribution of loops with yarn than I could with wool strips, which are hooked in neat lines. 

Mostly I use wool yarn. In terms of yarn weight, I can use DK, worsted, or Aran.  If I'm using thicker yarn, I leave more holes un-hooked; if I'm using finer yarn, I hook more densely or double up lengths of it.  I particularly like using single ply yarns (like Brown Sheep Lamb's Pride or Malabrigo Worsted).  I don't keep count, but I think I usually use around two dozen types and colors of yarn per dog.  

This is my yarn wall in my apartment. Mostly brown and gray yarn!

I start from a small drawing in my sketchbook, then I head to FedEx office to use a copy machine, blowing up the drawing repeatedly and experimenting with how big the dog rug should be. 

After transferring the image onto my linen, I immediately go over it with Sharpie, because the Saral is really difficult to see and really easy to rub off.

The rug is held taut by a PVC quilting frame that I set on my lap.

I push my hook down through the fabric with my right hand and my left hand stays below the fabric and guides the yarn while I pull it up and through with the hook. Not every hole in the fabric is hooked. Hooking every hole would make the rug too dense. I do hook pretty densely, though-- If you pick up one of my rugs you’ll see they have a slight curl to them, which is because they’re hooked pretty tight. I'm using all different weights and types of yarn, so it's a challenge to keep the overall tension even.

I hook my loops at varying heights to create a very low relief. Sometimes I trim the loops to make them fluffier or wispier or to shape a particular part. I look at a reference photo while I work and pull out and redo sections a lot.

My q-snap frame can accommodate the growing dog rug. I have extenders to make it bigger and I can clamp around my hooking.

The back of a rug looks like lines of little stitches. The lines are little worm trails snaking around because lines of hooking are not supposed to cross over each other. It's important to start a new length of yarn rather than cross over a stitch you already made! I read this when I first started and took it to heart. It makes it much easier to undo and redo hooking if you have to (and I redo sections A Lot). It also keeps the back from getting too bulky and resulting in uneven wear on the back of a functional rug that gets floor use.

When I’m done hooking everything I turn the rug over and brush watered-down Sobo glue on the edges of the dog, making sure to get one or two of the outermost lines of hooking. I do a couple coats of this thinned out glue. I'm careful not to use so much that it seeps to the front of the rug. When the glue is dry I cut the rug out, but I don't cut so close that the loops don't have any linen to keep them in.

​ It generally takes me at least several months to finish one dog rug. My hooking frame and yarn bag are very portable (though bulky) so I can hook out and about at coffee shops or the library or a brewery if there's enough space and light.

Hooking in the wild makes me an ambassador for making things in general and rug hooking in particular. I answer people's questions and always emphasize how relatively easy it is to get started hooking. Sometimes I get anxious that other people will hook rugs that look like mine but better, but I think that working in a traditional medium means you should share your knowledge for the good of the craft.

[etherealval]

dating chris headcannons | a/n: these were actually so fun to write!! let me know if you guys want more :))

⭑𓂃 he’s the type to always have a hand on you, no matter what. whether it’s resting a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting together, intertwining your fingers absentmindedly, or draping an arm over your shoulders when you walk beside each other. he just likes the reassurance of your touch

⭑𓂃 he loves calling you “baby” more than your actual name. it just rolls off his tongue naturally, and half the time, he probably doesn’t even realize he’s saying it. “baby, pass me that?” , “baby, c’mere.” , “what are you doing all the way over there, baby?” he drags it out when he’s whining, murmurs it when he’s half-asleep, and says it so sweetly in passing that it makes your heart flutter every time.

⭑𓂃 he’s so dramatic about missing you, even if it’s only been a few hours. if you haven’t texted him back in a while, you’ll get something ridiculous like, “i’m wasting away over here, baby. do i even exist to you anymore?” he’ll call you just to sigh dramatically into the phone, groaning about how “life is so boring without you.” and when he finally sees you again, he makes a whole show of it, pulling you into a crushing hug, rocking you side to side, whispering, “never leave me again.”

⭑𓂃 he loves taking pictures of you, even when you’re not paying attention. his camera roll is full of you, some of them are cute, some of them are blurry mid-laugh, and some are just straight up ridiculous. he’s got a whole folder dedicated to candids of you, and he refuses to delete a single one. when he’s traveling without you, he scrolls through them just to feel close to you. and if you ever catch him taking one? he just smirks and says, “can’t help it, you’re my favorite view.”

⭑𓂃 he loves watching you get passionate about something. he could listen to you talk for hours, especially when you get really into it, whether it’s about a book, a movie, or some random niche topic you love. he’ll just sit back, watching you with this soft grin, nodding along, even if he has no clue what you’re saying. and when you realize you’ve been rambling and apologize, he shakes his head. “nah, baby, keep going. i love seeing you like this.”

⭑𓂃 he hypes you up like it’s his full time job. any outfit you wear? “damn, baby, you’re really gonna make everyone jealous today, huh?” any new project you take on? “they don’t even know how lucky they are to have you.” even if you’re just doing something simple, like making breakfast, he’s watching you like you just cured world hunger. “look at my girl, being all talented and shit.”

⭑𓂃 he randomly texts you the most unserious things. sometimes he sends cute messages, like “miss u, come over” or “thinking about u rn , just thought u should know.” but other times, it’s complete nonsense. “if i were a worm, would u still love me?” or “just saw a dog that reminded me of u.” and if you ever ignore him for too long, expect an “hello????? do u hate me now????” followed by an influx of dramatic emojis

⭑𓂃 he loves pulling you into his lap, just because. doesn’t matter if you’re in private or in a room full of people, he’ll pull you onto his lap the second he gets the chance. wrapping his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, acting like he’s just getting comfortable, when really, he just wants to feel your hips against his. and if you so much as shift against him, he’ll exhale sharply, fingers digging into your hips as he mutters, “you tryna test me right now, baby?”

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[anj3llyf1sh]

jjk boyfriend/girlfriend headcanons pt. 1

top. warnings: none, just fluffy goodness

a/n: my first headcanons!! no warnings, just fluff and silly little thoughts

yuuji

the type of love that makes his friends sick to their damn stomachs

hates when people infringe on his "y/n time" which could be anything from you being away on a mission for a few days to he literally only went to use the bathroom

one time, nobara conned you into going shopping with her and you forgot to tell yuuji and he was gnawing on the bars of his enclosure fr

don't get it twisted, he trusts you with his whole soul and isn't controlling or anything, he's just clingy :((

needs to have a hand on you at all times to just reassure himself that you're real and still here

plays with your fingers a lot while he spaces out or talks to his friends

doesn't care if you're literally just going one room over, he expects a goodbye and hello kiss every single time, and will pout if he doesn't get it

this boy remembers everything about you istg he's like a memory bank

he absolutely has a note on his phone that's just a list of your favourites

colour, food, things he's noticed make you smile, etc.

the type to buy you small trinkets from everywhere he goes just because it's your favourite colour/animal/it just reminded him of you

you have a lot of surprisingly soft moments with yuuji

lots of time is spent with his head on your chest and you running your fingers along his scalp in silence, it helps with his headaches

he often falls asleep after this, just because it relaxes him so much

the more fingers he eats, the worse his headaches get because sukuna gets harder and harder to ignore

loves going places with you

literally everything will be exciting to him

a market, a fast food place, a park

no matter how mundane, he'll have the time of his life, just because he's there with you

his favourite dates are the arcade and the movie theater ofc! (you're the only one who'd watch those god-forsaken worm movies with him)

megumi

megumi takes a whileeee to warm up to you

it's not that he hates you, he just doesn't understand why you insist on being so kind to him

kinda suspicious of you at first ngl

like you're so nice to him... why... what do you want...

but will slowly come to enjoy your presence

he's kinda like a cat

sometimes he just follows you around in silence because he wants to watch what you're doing

if you're cooking or doing some schoolwork and get something wrong, he'll point it out but other than that, he just wants to bask in your presence

on a similar note, he's the type to swing his hand close to yours when walking next to you to get you to hold his hand

or stand right next to you in the elevator, letting your shoulders brush because it's "crowded" (it's not)

behind closed doors however, he's more open

loves to put his chin on your shoulder to talk to you or throw his legs over yours on the couch

doesn't say "i love you" a lot but makes sure to let you know by taking care of you

like, by the time you realize you have a cold, he's walking through your door with cough medicine and hot soup

is so cute too, asks yuuji for a good recipes to make for you

will summon some of his animals to let you pet them

the dogs love you

so do the rabbits

nobara

had such a staring problem

because she refused to confess first

she desperately wanted a shoujo manga confession

you thought she hated you tbh

you confronted her one night when neither of you could sleep and she was able to turn it into the fairytale confession she'd always hoped for

shopping dates every week, they're not negotiable

please please please let her dress you up in whatever cute things she finds

she runs the show for sureeee

she's not controlling, no, she just wants everything to be perfect for you two

and so she'd much rather plan the dates, to make sure every detail is justttt right

creates whole pinterest boards for every date

loves getting you things but is always secretly nervous that you won't like it even though she has more info on you than your cia agent

desperately wants affection but overthinks it

she wants to know that you want to be affectionate with her without her having to tell you

revisiting this staring problem, she will try to send you telepathic messages to you to kiss her or hold her hand, but she just ends up staring at you like 👁️👄👁️

it's so obvious too like

"Gojo-sensei!!!! Kugisaki's doing the weird eye thing again!!" - yuuji's last words before being beaten to death with a hammer

tries to make you gifts because they feel more special

once she tried one of those little stuffed animal crochet kits and ended up crying on the floor of her dorm room while yuuji finished it for her because she couldn't get the face right

always has to be touching you in some way

whether its her arm around your shoulder, fixing your hair, pr sitting so close your legs brush, she just needs to be within arms reach

loves having girls nights, facemasks, snacks and a movie and lotsss of snuggling

always complains she can't sleep without you when she's away, to the point where yuuji will beg gojo to go back to the school and get you (and sometimes it's bad enough that he does exactly that)

gojo

umm... kinda shit partner tbh

to start at least!!

whether you ask him out or the other way around, he says yes.. just because

i mean he wouldn't have said yes if he didn't find you attractive but still

i feel like he's so used to constant overstimulation, he says yes to the anything that surprise or excite him

he doesn't really think long term and is quite selfish

he, pretty slowly realizes that he genuinely likes being around you

sucks at communication, will unintentionally ghost you for hours or days at a time if he's away on a mission

and that almost cost him the relationship, which is something he'll always be sorry for

unfortunately, losing you was exactly what he needed to realize how important you were to him

slowly starts letting his guard down, allowing himself to bask in your attention and vice versa

loves to annoy the shit out of you

dries his hands by rubbing them on your shirt

presses a grossly wet kiss to your cheek

steals your fries

tickles you until you're in tears

anything to hear you huff and whine at him

huge fan of being the little spoon, head on your chest every night no ifs, ands or buts

he's away often and will throw a tantrum if you take his "only luxury in life" away from him

once he's down bad, he'll let you drag him anywhere, to a shitty movie, this one cafe you've always wanted to go to, you name it, he's going there with you asap

every so often, he'll get serious with you

like when he wakes up before you and just traces your face with his finger, memorizing every feature

he'll watch you do the most mundane things with his head propped up on his hand, love pouringggg from his eyes

always, always, always brings you gifts from his travels

and on the rare occasion that he's too busy to get gifts, he'll immediately return there after dropping the kids off to get you something

or... just takes you there the next time he gets a vacation day

no matter how much he grows as a partner, this man loves seeing you upset

there's just something about it...

but that's for another post <3

[weaselle]

These are both mustelids, or in the weasel family. the group Mustelids/weasels are to these guys what the group Canines are to dogs and foxes and wolves and things.

But within that group, these guys aren't actually very closely related. Each of these "badgers" is roughly as equally related to each other as they are to these other mustelids

Wolverines

Honey Badgers

River Otters

and Martens

bonus pic because i'm not sure people understand wolverine size

Anyway, both types of badger are fascinating, but they are very different.

The American Badger is volatile and ferocious. They are largely solitary, and don't dig their own burrows so much as murder a burrowing creature, eat them, and then remodel that burrow for themselves.

European Badgers live in communal dens, and dig activity-specific rooms, including a separate toilet room. They will sometimes have a networked multi-family den/burrow system, with a large extended family all having their own underground homes that are attached to each other. European Badgers will sometimes share their borrow amicably with foxes, rabbits, or raccoon dogs (which exist in the wilds of europe after having been introduced).

The denning with rabbits is interesting since rabbits are often a prey item for European Badgers, whereas the foxes and raccoon dogs are weird roommates for them because they have heavily overlapping diets and are direct competition for one another.

While they do often eat birds and small mammals, European Badgers will happily exist on a diet of earthworms, insects, fungus, and various plants... and so will red foxes. They are both extreme generalists, eating basically anything available.

American Badgers on the other hand... while they will eat worms and fungus and fruit in small amounts or if very hungry, they primarily eat small mammals, about 10 species of rodent, with some birds and insects and reptiles thrown in along with whatever larger animals they can scavenge. American badgers have been known to bury an entire deer or even cow carcass to eat later. They are bloodthirsty and voracious.

So... OP's take is not wrong. European Badgers will build and share little den villages and they eat a lot more worms and fruits and grains... while American Badgers steal temporary homes by murdering and devouring the previous occupants, and would generally prefer to eat as large an animal as they can get.

But don't let that fool you. Look back through those pictures. The European Badger is still in the family, and their butler persona is a lot like Alfred's the way they will get out the big guns for an enemy with zero hesitation and no fucks given.

BONUS bonus pic, here is my dog, who is about the same size as a badger, who has a stripey nose like a badger, and who's name is, in fact, Badger

[burningembers91]

Like a Dog - The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Follow up piece to:

Freak of Nature

On Display

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Crime of Passion

Rare

Gunpowder and Lace

Synopsis: Your grey suited man has finally relinquished control

A/N: well, I did NOT see the story going this way! But, the more I write for him the more I can’t help but see him as a secret sub. He’s so dark and evil during the day, but I can see him being so needy for his woman at night. So yeah, I guess this is now a Sub!Salesman storyline 🤗 but he’s still completely insane

Also, for the alleyway scene in this fic, I was deffo picturing this gif:

There was something so intimate about relinquishing control. It gave him a sense of freedom he’d never felt before, a kind of peace he was sure he’d never know. Since telling you his name, his world had altered, had taken on a new meaning. He was always so sure he’d wanted to control you, to torture you until you broke; it was a force of habit, really. He’d always been good at breaking things, of tearing even the strongest people down until they were nothing but withered shells. But somewhere along the line, his desires towards you had changed. You’d brought something new to his life; love.

It was an odd feeling, one that he’d never felt before. He’d been so sure that he was entirely incapable of feeling anything towards any living thing, and at first it at felt uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable the way his heart physically ached for you, the feeling seeping down into the pit of his stomach in a wave of delicious heat that tied itself in knots around his senses. At first he’d been sure he was having a heart attack, or possibly a stroke, but he was convinced that neither of those things were supposed to feel pleasurable, not like he felt when he was with you. He missed you when you weren’t around, and craved you when you were. He was like a loyal dog, blindly following you whenever you went.

He found it hard to concentrate at work, always wondering what you were doing. He wanted to know how your day was, what you were having for lunch, what time you’d be home, how the kids in your classes were getting on. Love was inconvenient, love was a distraction, but he was beyond the point of caring. He’d almost made mistakes at work, and mistakes in his job were simply out of the question. He had to figure out a way of getting you out of his head, had to find a way to block you from his brain during the day. But no matter how hard he tried, you always managed to worm your way back in.

You were living with him now, his desire to be with you so strong that he simply couldn’t face living apart. He enjoyed seeing your things in his home; your perfumes and lotions next to his cologne, your clothes hanging up next to his in the closet. He found himself excited to come home, to bask in the domestic mundanity of ordinary life. You liked to read, and the two of you would lie across his expansive leather sofa, his head in your lap as you played with his hair, both engrossed in your own novels. He was worried you were making him weak, turning him into the kind of man he enjoyed breaking. There were days he couldn’t make it until the evening to see you, showing up at your school to meet you for lunch, or walking you home after the day had ended.

He allowed you full control in the bedroom, bending to your every will and desire. He was so pitifully grateful on the nights you gave him the power back, allowing him to feel in control again for a brief moment. But you were the one calling the shots now, and for the first time in his life, he didn’t care.

As his love for you grew however, so did his disdain for others. He’d always been the jealous type, had never liked to share. He found it harder to maintain his cool when you were out, his eyes constantly scanning the crowds to see if anyone had the gall to try and undress you with their eyes. There was always someone he could pick out, someone who looked at you the wrong way, who walked a little too close to you. One day when you stopped for coffee, a man had the audacity to queue jump, pushing past you as if you were invisible. That man ended up with a broken nose and two black eyes, left to cower in the alleyway behind the cafe as your grey suited man stamped repeatedly on his ribs until you told him to stop. He’d been a fool to think you were making him weak; you were only making him stronger.

You still had so many questions about the man who worshipped you like you were a goddess. You knew he was dangerous; had seen him take a man’s life and beat another one almost to death because they had disrespected you. He’d gone from stalking you like a cat stalks a mouse to begging for your attention, your validation. He was a man who would crawl through broken shards of glass if you asked him to. You knew virtually nothing about his family, only that he had parents, but he no longer spoke to them. You never met any of his friends, never met any of his colleagues. Your belief about his job in sales and recruitment was dubious. He dressed in custom Versace suits and Prada loafers, and you didn’t know any sales job that paid that well. You were hesitate to quiz him though; he treated you like royalty, giving you everything you’d desired and more, along with an undying, almost obsessive love he showered you in.

As much as he loved you, he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. It was a terrifying word, one that had never left his lips before. He’d never even told his parents that he loved them, because in truth he hadn’t. Until you came along, he viewed everyone with a quiet distaste. People were a nuisance, a waste of time unless they had something you needed. He hoped you knew how much he loved you though, hoped his devotion to you showed through his actions. He showered you in gifts, did everything around the house so you never had to lift a finger, marked your students essays on the nights you were too tired. He was your servant in the bedroom, living only to please you.

He’d been scared at first, scared when he realised he was happy to let you dominate him. He’d always been in control, had always been the one calling the shots, but he’d never realised how good it could feel to be the one treated like a dog. He found immense pleasure in fulfilling your every desire, of letting you use him like a toy. His work required him to always be alert, to always ensure no one bested him. It became a relief to come home at night and allow himself to be told what to do.

He was enjoying this life with you, a life of domestic bliss he never thought he’d crave. You were by no means a conventional couple, but it worked for you.

You knew he had a dark side, had seen it many times. And yet he played the doting boyfriend so well. You didn’t care how dangerous he was, how devilish his desires were when it came to toying with others. With you, he craved nothing but your love and respect. And you were happy to give it to him, your submissive, grey suited man.