#we still have to get the flea medicine

[qtkoshi]

Maybe gn!Reader and Hobie adopt a kitten and the other three (Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles) come to see the kitten? Maybe a orange kitten gn!Reader wanted to name Spunk or Spike while Hobie gave them a spike collar? Would be cute lol

i luv ur brain anon

"you got....a kitten?"

- ok ok idk if this is what u meant, but u can feel free to run this with the bubblegum reader + hobie bc i think it fits alright :-) - also get a little deep with describing relationship,, but it’s necessary for the plot ! (...) - also!!! tysm for the requests; i am very excited to get into them, but will prob wait till tmrw to release bc it is my birthday today <3 much love to you all

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general headcannons

alright first of all: hobie with a kitten? i’m in tears. 

i love the hc that hobie has a soft spot for cats and the fact that y’all got one together? bye.

NAPS WITH THE KITTEN JUST NESTLED BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU

this cat is gonna be SPOILED in attention i tell u rn

hobie isn’t as obvious ab it as u, but the amount of times u see him chilling with the cat just perched on his shoulder?? (why are u taking the baby swinging across the city hobie; wait a min now–)

how u got him

imagine this: ur walking past an alley and hear this small little meow; after further investigation you find this tuft of orange fur crying outside the dumpster and

now u gotta take it in what r u talking about!!

bringing him home immediately ; hobie's spidey senses prob picked up the cat's presence before you got in the door.

'baby what's that.' 'c'mon spiderman we got saving to do'

man can't even argue with you

hobie not naming the cat himself bc he doesn’t wanna enforce socio-constructed labels on an unsuspecting creature that can’t consent

u can tho.

and while you very much want to, you tell hobie you gotta think on it for a bit – it has to fit just right!! (tbh he rlly doesn’t mind the cat being nameless, but he’s kinda whipped and will kinda go with what u want if it helps give that pretty lil smile to him again)

spider-squad finding out ab him

the besties r wrapping up something with a fight and hobie’s all k gotta leave and check on the cat and the rest are like ????? 

pav absolutely floored bc how dare did u not mention this sooner hobie

'so you lot wanna come see him?' (inter-dimensional travel ensues) – also never gonna complain ab coming to hobie’s house they all think his place is dope

i’m sure we all know orange cats are fucking crazy and that does not exclude the little gremlin jumping off the walls of your flat rn

hobie ofc is smirking bc his son the cat is a little agent of chaos and he couldn’t be more proud 

you, on the other hand, are just a little tired trying to get the fucker to stay still for a second so u can put on the damn flea medicine

everybody loves him are u kidding (miles a little hesitant tho, he still has beef with the last spiderman-variant cat he met :/ ) 

“so whats its name?” miles was watching with wary eyes as the little ball of fur darted around. with a heavy (and definitely not dramatic) sigh, you walk over to the group “still haven’t picked. we just found him yesterday.”

luv the idea of hobie looking at u anytime ur in the room (stay with me now) — can’t help it u just grab all his attention, maybe stop being so lovely idk

speaking of your relationship: he has spent years battering against everything life throws at him that having your love in the palm of his hands? something to protect not in the way he does as a hero, but in the way to cherish as a person?? give the man a break, he deserves to admire you whenever he can.

anyways hobie’s looking at you before going ‘oh yea’, just grunts and pulls out this little collar with little spikes and their matching and oh my that is so cute

says he found it in some garbage, most def made the collar with some scraps like he did his own (gotta keep it cool yk)

you giddy and putting the collar on the little heathen and just all ‘omg wait a min’

promptly lifting the cat up and “THIS IS SPIKE.”

cue golf claps from the squad with some ooo’s and aah’s

more gen headcannons

remember when hobie and the cat were swinging around the city? yea he's taking that mf everywhere. puts him in his pocket like a little surprise

hobie loves to play fight with the cat

spike is the perfect mix; got hobie’s energy and your brightness it’s a win-win

i could write more but i'll stop here for now 🕸️

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[1800jjbarnes]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐲 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

【Synopsis】 : Bunnies shouldn't be wondering on their own. A big bad wolf is stalking the forest, and he will do anything to protect what is his.

『Word count』 : 1.84k

Paring: Wolf!Alpha!Bucky x Bunny!Hybrid!Reader

[Warnings] : Blood, knife, reader gets cut, Bucky goes wild, lots of gore, cruel words, swearing. Bucky in a suit cause that is a warning on its one. Dirty talk. Harassment, sexualising. Abuse. Toxic friendships. Triggering scenes. John being a disgusting person.

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You were just doing your normal run. Grabbing supplies and then heading back to your cottage. You were rushing a little bit because you needed to still pack your things for the couple of nights you will be at the den. Bucky had begged you to come over to see his brothers, so tonight you finally agreed. You were excited but very nervous as well. So your best idea you could conger was to get some supplies for a calming medicine. It is a simple recipe to calm anything from overthinking thoughts to a shaking body. But what you didn't expect to see was an old face on your journey.

You stopped cutting the fungi, hearing the leaves and twigs snapping under the weight of someone's footing. You looked over to where the sound had come from while still crouching in front of the large elm tree. His smile caught you off guard. He has gotten bigger since you've seen him last. His pitch black ears stood straight up high, not even flopping as he tilted his head to the side.

"Funny seeing you here." His voice got deeper too. It's no longer the pitchy mismatch tone you remember. He aged the two years you've been gone. Well, out casted... you were stunned, to say the least. Standing up slowly, you dropped your items in the basket with caution. Your community was housed in the far east, almost two whole forestry's down. Why would he be this far out? Unless...

"Wolf, got your tongue?" He chuckled, taking a few steps towards you. Hairs on your body stood up straight as a bad feeling rushed into your gut. Even though he was a friend back then, he has become nothing more than a stranger now. He didn't stop or even fight to keep you in the community. All you can recall is seeing him watch from the sidelines as you were shunned out of the village. He was no friend to you.

"Why are you here?" You finally speak up, taking a step back from him. He watches you closely, moving in time with you. Until a tree stops your footing, making you unable to step away from him anymore.

"I thought you'd be more of, Hey it's so nice to see you. It's been ages. How have you been doing John? I'm fine y/n thanks for asking." His words got sharper as each one fell. He was annoyed at your hostility, getting tired of the way you are standing your guard up as if he was going to do something to you.

"Why are you here, John... What do you want?" You sounded more stern this time, trying to keep your ground. You weren't the little defenceless bunny anymore. You had a voice. Bucky helped you with that. John, however, didn't like this new you. You weren't mould-able anymore. He can't bend you like he used to.

"I see being around these flea-ridden pests has turned you sour. Where did your manners go..." He traps you against the tree and his large body. He looks you up and down, fingers grazing over your flopped fluffy ears. "Where did my innocent sweet puffball go?" He twists his fingers over your cottontail, tugging slightly, making you gasp out in disgust. His breath pooled on your cheek, his lips parting lightly as if he wanted to kiss you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the worst, but he pulled away entirely, sighing out while stretching.

"Come on, let's go to this cottage of yours while we wait." He picked up the basket you had dropped.

"Wait for what?" You instantly regretted asking once you hear him reply, your heart stopping at his words as your blood ran cold.

"You're coming home."

-

Time was ticking, and as the sun began to fade into the setting, Bucky's pacing became more prominent. Where were you? You said to meet at the bend where the water met the hill before the pack grounds, but you were nowhere to be seen. He's been waiting for around thirty minutes already. Something was wrong, and he could tell. His bond with you made his wolf scream out in pain. No, something was definitely off, and he needed to find you now.

-

"ARGH, how long does this take?" His annoyance is spilling out of his words. He just wanted this to be done. He didn't want to be around you any more than he had to, but he had to do it so he could finally get the title of knight back at the kingdom. You sat in the same spot for the past hour, watching John pace back and forth near the front door of your cottage. He was getting impatient, biting his nails in annoyance. You watched him, hugging yourself. Your breath was hitched. You weren't terrified of him, but fear-filled your senses at his restlessness. He started to become more and more driven by anger. He needed to be able to prove himself. So he can finally be put as a knight in their court. He needed to be better. And if it meant to hurt you, he'd do it. In truth, he might have been friends with you when you were young, but now all he sees is a stranger whenever your eyes meet. He was not the boy that used to play hide and seek with or play jumping Johns or run around the castle halls. He was nothing to you.

"J-John can we just tal—Shut up, will you? God" He is laced with venom, swinging his pocket knife around his fingers as he sat down at your dining table. You straighten yourself, gulping slightly, watching him in the next room slowly slip more and more into impatience.

"Why do they want me back? It's been years." You try pushing your luck again, asking him an array of questions, in hopes it might gift you knowledge, but as he racks his finger through his dark hair, you know all you're doing is pushing his buttons until he snaps.

"Can't you just sit there and not talk like you used to, huh? God being around that animal and his friends really made you so dumb." He stood up, turning his back to you to look out the window. You felt hurt, anger even. You were scared, but not scared enough to push your luck.

"Mate...." He turned his head, with an eyebrow raised. At your sudden bold tone, "Bucky is my mate... not some animal." A growl buried in your chest. Maybe the wolves have brushed off on you.

"M-mate? Wow, that is by far the most disturbing thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth." Displeasure boiled on his tongue as he stood up tall, walking towards you. Your eyes widened at his sudden movements, crawling back onto the couch further and further, trying to get more distance from him. He knelt down right in front of you, pointing his knife in your direction, tilting his head along with the blade.

"You are so delusional, you know that. Soulmates? Mates? Bonds? Wolves just use that excuse to fuck one another. You know that, right? He probably saw you and thought, this little.." He leant closer, "Innocent..." His breath brushed on your cheek. "Bunny..." The tip of his knife grazed your upper thigh. "Looks so fuckable. I'm going to take her and make her my fuck toy." The knife sliced your thigh drawing blood immediately as he pulled away chuckling. His back straightens up as he looks down on you.

"That's what you are, aren't you? His stupid little sex toy. A slut for his own pleasure and here I thought you'd grow up to be a smart independent rabbit, but look at you now." He spat at you, some of it landing on your shorts as you hissed in pain from the cut. Your hand tried its best to keep the wound from opening but it was no use, blood was painting your couch, thigh and clothes. You become frozen, tears pooling in your eyes. You knew for a fact his words weren't true, but they still hurt you. He knew nothing of Bucky, nothing of his romantic tropes and loving nature. He didn't know anything about your mate, but the depiction he strode out made your heart shatter.

"You know, screw—" Before he could finish his sentence, the front door bursts open with a very sweaty, hot, and angry Bucky in its frame. John shivered slightly. All his talk might mean one thing, but seeing an actual wolf was another.

"Want to finish that sentence, John?" Bucky's voice was low, lower than you've ever heard it. His eyes were crimson, the gold only a small detail in his red pools.

"H-How do you know my name?" John answered with a question, his ears flopping down as a dead give away he was becoming frightened. If it was one thing you remembered about John, it was he was all bark and no bite. Pun intended. Bucky tilted his head, a snapping sound echoing from it as he cracked the plate in his spine. His hands pulled at his black suit cuffs, straightening his blazer upon his deep maroon blouse that hid underneath.

"I know a lot about you. You be surprised how much I know about my darlings kingdom. Every rabbit, where they live. Even where the king and queen, their parents." He pointed with anger in his tone at you. "Where they rest their little heads at night." He stepped forward, deeper into the room when a horrid smell, a smell he wishes never to smell from you. Blood. His eyes grazed your body, seeing your hand still holding the flesh wound, hot blood slipping through the cracks of your fingers.

That's it all terms of charisma, composure and sense of calmness goes out the window. Looking at you one last time, his eyes meet Johns in pure red rage. John gulps, knowing what Bucky was looking at, but before he can even think about getting his was out of it, Bucky moved faster than anything he could see, pining John to the nearest wall by the throat. His fingers pinch down on his windpipe, and Bucky's teeth are bared.

"You should have really thought before you touched what is mine." Bucky's words rang in John's ears as he screamed out within the second, feeling his neck being pierced by sharp talon-like teeth. His flesh was ripped away in one motion, like a butter knife cutting through soft cream. James spat out the flesh along with the blood that had mixed with his saliva, dropping John to the ground, where he quickly grabbed his neck, gasping for air.

"You think we are animals. Being compelled by the need to hunt our prey..." He crouched down, becoming eye level with the dying rabbit. "If that's so true, then I guess this makes you my prey..."

[amuhav]

Hope y'all had a FANTASTIC Christmas 💖

and wishing you all a Happy New Year (+ personal update lol)

It may seem like something so small to get emotional over, but Christmas Eve, I burst into tears at having something ~resembling~ a living room for Christmas, AND seeing my desk space finally all set up and running. It has been a heck of a rough time these last 17 months since we moved into our new place, not to mention the 2 rough af years leading up to it. I included some images below from throughout for anyone curious (or just wants to see my cat in a t-shirt 😻), but big ol' venting rant under the read more, sorry if you open it but you've been warned LMAO.

We moved here in August 2022, and these pics really are only a small fraction of everything we've had to deal with. From plumbing leaks and years' worth of water damage, to mould-filled walls and a condemned boiler. TWO GAS LEAKS. One dangerously malfunctioning stove. The fear of potentially dry rot-infested joists. From ripping up and re-laying multiple floors (with more to still do...), to ripping out a fireplace and rebuilding entire walls. Having no bathroom to call our own and having to share my mother-in-law's tiny annexe en suite for 5 months. Having to ask permission to have a shower. Having no bedroom for 4 months and having to squish three of us into my daughter's room—the confinement of which stressed out my cat, Mina, so much that she overgroomed herself to baldness and required a shirt and then a babygro (even if she looked beautiful in them LMAO). THE FLEAS. My god the fucking fleas the previous owners left here.....

From a family of starlings deciding to nest in our eaves and wake us up ~every morning~ with the dawn chorus, to finding (no pics, I promise!) FIVE mummified rats in the attic and needing the whole thing ripped out, sterilised, re-insulated and re-boarded, two pigeon skeletons behind the fireplace (complete with a moth invasion that had been feasting on them 💀 nature, man... so fucky). Needing to get a whole-ass loft hatch installed in our bedroom ceiling because mice were getting in and we had no access to deal with them. R A T S. RATSSSSSSS. *shudder*

So many IKEA furniture building sessions lmao. 10 new doors installed throughout the entire house (with 2 more still to go). New boiler, new water tank, new radiators. New carpets fitted throughout upstairs. Every single room repainted. Cutting and fitting skirting boards and coving ourselves, the latter during a bad bout of medicine-induced low blood pressure, 0/10 do not recommend lest you want to almost pass out standing on a ladder over a flight of stairs... 💀 Honestly the number of things that could have literally killed me this year. Like the incorrectly wired socket that the live wire fell out a centimetre away from my finger........ EVERY SINGLE job we've done to fix or improve this place has been hindered and tainted by the incompetence and cost-and-corner-cutting of the previous owner, taking way longer and costing way more than it should, and/or literally endangering us all. Pretty much everything above was caused by them. Eg. The leak in the bathroom coming VISIBLY through the living room ceiling that they left unfixed for 4+ YEARS MINIMUM that they PROMISED us they'd fixed 🙃🙃🙃

And through this all, we've had no living room or really any downtime space, apart from my husband who has had his office. I've had to move my "desk" (an IKEA table that just about fit my PC+Monitor that bruised my knees to sit at) around like playing musical rooms, until our bedroom was ready, then me and my daughter "relaxed" in there for the last 9 months. The only TV we've had was "shared" with my mother-in-law in the kitchen (aka it's all hers lol).

A lot of this is complaining about first-world problems, I know, I know. We have a roof over our head and are surviving a cost of living crisis that is destroying the lives of many others. But tbh, the last 2+ years of my life have ~rewired my brain~ entirely because I have been in a permanent state of stress combined with an unrelenting limbo. Just... existing. Seeing the light at the end was impossible at times just from the sheer overwhelming amount needed to be done. We are still not finished. But having a living room, unfinished as it currently is, finally feels like that turning point. Having a SOFA HOLY SHIT. Having a space for me and my daughter and my cat to properly ~unwind~ each day. Just being able to have a Christmas tree and presents under it, even if it's not the full-size one we were meant to have, it's still not the tiny 2-foot one stuffed into the kitchen corner we had last year. Mina finally getting free roam of the place the last few days has lifted my soul so much, she's so happy just getting to sit with us and chill.

Bonus; in the new year, I'm finally getting my heart condition fixed permanently, AND then should be starting medication for ADHD.

So yeah. Here's to a turning point, a New Year's start that feels, for the first time in a long time, like a hopeful one. And I really, really hope that translates to more time here going forward, because what little I have been able to do has kept me sane. It'll likely still be spotty for a while, there's still so much to do, but I'm on track now lol.

Now, for anyone that got this far, a bonus happy kitty pic :3

[ja3hwa]

Prey | Jongho

「Synopsis」 : You past catches up and an old friend comes to finally take you back to the cruel home you once knew... How would react to their bunmy hybrid mate getting hurt? [A mini series]

「Word count」 : 1.84k

-> Genre: Gore, Angst, Fantasy

Paring: Wolf!Jongho x Hybrid!Reader

[Warnings] : Blood, knife, reader gets cut, jongho goes wild, lots of gore, cruel words, swearing. Jongho in a suit cause that is a warning on its one. Let me know if i missed something.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three

[This can be read as a stand alone]

You were just doing your normal run. Grabbing supplies and then heading back to your cottage. You were rushing a little bit because you needed to still pack your things for the couple of nights you will be at the Ateez den. Jongho had begged you to come over to see his brothers so tonight you finally agreed. You were excited but very nervous as well. So your best idea you could conger was to get some supplies for a calming medicine. A simple recipe to calm anything from overthinking thoughts to a shaking body. But what you didn't expect to see was an old face on your journey.

You stopped cutting the fungi, hearing the leaves and twigs snapping under the weight of someone's footing. You looked over to where the sound had come from while still crouching in front of the large elm tree. His smile caught you off guard. He has gotten bigger since you've seen him last. His pitch black ears stood straight up high, not even flopping as he tilts his head to the side.

"Funny seeing you here." His voice got deeper too, it's no longer the pitchy mismatch tone you remember. He aged the two years you've been gone. Well, out casted... you were stunned, to say the least, standing up slowly, you drop your items in the basket with caution. Your community was housed in the far east, almost two whole forestry's down. Why would he be this far out? Unless...

"Wolf got your tongue?" He chuckled, taking a few steps towards you. Hairs on your body stood up straight as a bad feeling rushed into your gut. Even though he was a friend back then, he has become nothing more than a stranger now. He didn't stop or even fight to keep you in the community. All you can recall is seeing him watch from the sidelines as you were shunned out of the village. He was no friend to you.

"Why are you here?" You finally speak up, taking a step back from him. He watches you closely, moving in time with you. Until a tree stops your footing, making you unable to step away from him anymore.

"I thought you'd be more of, Hey it's so nice to see you. It's been ages. How have you been doing Jack? I'm fine y/n thanks for asking." His words got sharper as each one fell. He was annoyed at your hostility, getting tired of the way you are standing your guard up as if he was going to do something to you.

"Why are you here Jack... What do you want?" You sounded more stern this time, trying to keep your ground. You weren't the little defenceless bunny anymore, you had a voice. Jongho helped you with that. Jack, however, didn't like this new you. You weren't mould-able anymore, he can't bend you like he use to.

"I see being around these flea-ridden pests has turned you sour. Where did your manners go..." He traps you against the tree and his large body. He looks you up and down, fingers grazing over your flopped fluffy ears. "Where did my innocent sweet puffball go?" He twists his fingers over your cottontail tugging slightly, making you gasp out in disgust. His breath pooled on your cheek, his lips parting lightly as if he want to kiss you. You closed your eyes waiting for the worst but he pulled away entirely, sighing out while stretching.

"Come on let's go to this cottage of yours while we wait." He picks up the basket you had dropped.

"Wait for what?" You instantly regretted asking once you hear him reply, your heart stopping at his words as your blood ran cold.

"You're coming home."

Time was ticking and as the sun begins to fade into the setting, Jongho's pacing becomes more prominent. Where were you? You said to meet at the bend where the water met the hill before the pack grounds, but you were nowhere to be seen. He's been waiting for around thirty minutes already. Something was wrong and he could tell. His bond with you made his wolf scream out in pain. No something was definitely off and he needed to find you now.

"ARGH how long does this take?" His annoyance is spilling out of his words. He just wanted this to be done. He didn't want to be around you any more than he had to, but he had to do it so he could finally get the title of knight back at the kingdom. You sat in the same spot, for the past hour, watching Jack pace back and forth near the front door of your cottage. He was getting impatient, biting his nails in annoyance. You watched him, hugging yourself. Your breath was hitched. You weren't terrified of him, but fear-filled your senses at his restlessness. He started to become more and more driven by anger. He needed to be able to prove himself. So he can finally be put as a knight in their court. He needed to be better. And if it meant to hurt you, he'd do it. In truth, he might have been friends with you when you were young but now all he sees is a stranger and you also whenever your eyes met. He was not the boy that used to play hide and seek with or play jumping jacks or run around the castle halls. He was nothing to you.

"J-jack can we just tal—Shut up, will you? God" He is laced with venom, swinging his pocket knife around his fingers as he sat down at your dining table. You straighten yourself gulping slightly, watching him in the next room slowly slip more and more into impatience.

"Why do they want me back? It's been years." You try pushing your luck again, asking him an array of questions, in hopes it might gift you knowledge, but as he racks his finger through his dark hair, you know all you're doing is pushing his buttons until he snaps.

"Can't you just sit there and not talk like you use to huh? God being around that animal and his friends really made you so dumb." He stood up, turning his back to you to look out the window. You felt hurt, anger even. You were scared, but not scared enough to push your luck.

"Mate...." He turned his head, with an eyebrow raised. At your sudden bold tone "Jongho is my mate... not some animal." A growl buried in your chest. Maybe the wolves have brushed off on you.

"M-mate? Wow, that is by far the most disturbing thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth." Displeasure boiled on his tongue as he stood up tall, walking towards you. Your eyes widened at his sudden movements, crawling back onto the couch further and further, trying to get more distance from him. He knelt down right in front of you, pointing his knife in your direction tilting his head along with the blade.

"You are so delusional, you know that. Soulmates? Mates? Bonds? Wolves just use that excuse to fuck one another you know that right? He probably saw you and thought, this little.." He leant closer "Innocent..." His breath brushed on your cheek. "Bunny..." The tip of his knife grazed your upper thigh. "Looks so fuckable. I'm going to take her and make her my fuck toy." The knife sliced your thigh drawing blood immediately as he pulled away chuckling. His back straightens up as he looks down on you.

"That's why you are, aren't you? His stupid little sex toy. A slut for his own pleasure and here I thought you'd grow up to be a smart independent rabbit, but look at you now." He spat at you, some of it landing on your shorts as you hissed in pain from the cut. Your hand tried its best to keep the wound from opening but it was no use, blood was painting your couch, thigh and clothes. You become frozen, tears pooling in your eyes. You knew for a fact his words weren't true, but they still hurt you. He knew nothing of Jongho, nothing of his romantic tropes and loving nature. He didn't know anything about your mate, but the depiction he strode out made your heart shatter.

"You know, screw—" Before he could finish his sentence the front door bursts open with a very sweaty, hot and angry Jongho in its frame. Jack shivered slightly, all his talk might mean one thing but seeing an actual wolf was another.

"Want to finish that sentence, Jack?" Jongho's voice was low, lower than you've ever heard it. His eyes were crimson, the gold only a small detail in his red pools.

"H-How do you know my name?" Jack answered with a question, his ears flopping down as a dead give away he was becoming frightened. If it was one thing you remembered about Jack, it was he was all bark and no bite. Pun intended. Jongho tilted his head, a snapping sound echo from it as he cracked the plate in his spine. His hands pulled at his black suit cuffs, straightening his blazer upon his deep maroon blouse that hid underneath.

"I know a lot about you. You be surprised how much I know about my darlings kingdom. Every rabbit, where they live. Even where the king and queen, their parents." He pointed with anger in his tone at you. "Where they rest their head at night." He stepped forward, deeper into the room when a horrid smell, a smell he wishes never to smell from you. Blood. His eyes grazed your body, seeing your hand still holding the flesh wound, hot blood slipping through the cracks of your fingers.

That's it all terms of charisma, composure and sense of calmness goes out the window. Looking at you one last time his eyes meet Jacks in pure red rage. Jack gulps, knowing what Jongho was looking at, but before he can even think about getting his was out of it, Jongho moved faster than anything he could see, pining Jack to the nearest wall by the throat. His fingers pinching down on his windpipe, Jongho's teeth are bared.

"You should have really thought before you touched what is mine." Jongho's words rang in Jack's ears as he screamed out within the second, feeling his neck being pierced by sharp talon-like teeth. His flesh was ripped away in one motion, like a butter knife cutting through soft cream. Jong spat out the flesh along with the blood that had mixed with his saliva, dropping Jack to the ground, where he quickly grabbed his neck gasping for air.

"You think we are animals. Being compelled by the need to haunt our prey..." He crouched down becoming eye level with the dying rabbit. "If that's so true then I guess this makes you my prey..."

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Please help me pay my cats vet bill, we are about to be evicted and can't afford her treatment

We're currently moving and and barely making rent/grocery money, much less having enough rent to save up to relocate, and we have a move out date of Nov 5. We only make enough money a month to put away 100 or so a month normally, and already don't know what we're gonna do about moving. On top of that, one of our cats got out of the house and got an AWFUL flea infection, and we live in a state where fleas are a huge problem.

The treatment for just one cat was over 200$, and we still need to get medicine for our other two cats.

We're extremely worried, as we won't be able to get rid of the fleas if we can treat all three of them and we've already been unable to afford basics like food and medications.

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[earthstellar]

I love this sequence, because it’s legitimately fucking frightening. 

It starts out all cute and fun, hell yeah giant robots, this is awesome!!! Crowds of people start pulling out their phones and acting like dillweeds, as expected. 

But it’s very interesting that the bots here don’t go for the Universal Greeting, and immediately start with a very stereotypical Human movie style “we come in peace” speech. 

It hints that they did their research, they’ve been observing humanity and have a plan, they’re ready to do whatever they’re going to do. It’s premeditated. 

And there’s a brief moment of awe from the little organics peppered all over, so far below on the ground, so many of them.

All standing in the way. 

There’s just a brief “get a load of this shit” look between them, and it skips over to the next page-- no pause-- before they open fire. 

It’s a reminder that of course, the Autobots don’t want to eliminate humanity (even though their actual level of understanding in regards our species is consistently somewhat dubious), 

and the Decepticons usually happen to not be in very populated areas due to needing to hide, or otherwise only interact with humans in the context of seeing us as valuable hostages for exchange or manipulation as part of dealing with the Autobots. 

But inherently, it is shown time and time again that Cybertronians somewhat struggle to see human beings as complex lifeforms, at least at first, and on occasion for extended periods of time even after becoming familiar with some humans themselves. 

Yes, the Autobots are generally a little more willing to assess humanity more fairly, for the most part. They recognise our sentience as a species. They evaluate our relative intelligence and capabilities accordingly, and at least make an attempt to be fair about it. 

But even so, there’s still a lot of initial hesitance and resistance and outright unwillingness or difficulty to do so, from bots on both sides.

TFP: Humanity Through Their Optics 

In TFP, we get a lot of this. 

Decepticons: Humans are Pets, Humans are Useful 

When Megatron shows up with the human kids and barters an exchange with Optimus, he refers to humans as “pets”. This happens at least a couple times in TFP, with humans being called “creatures” and similar terms.

When Knock Out is messing with June and Fowler, by this time it’s clear that the Decepticons mostly view humans in the framing of “organic animals” and while they’re aware of humanity’s sentience and intelligence, they don’t take any closer look beyond that. Humans are pets. At best. Fun, and sometimes annoying little things. 

He’s messing with them, letting them give him the run around a bit, even when he could clearly have just killed them and taken what he needed far earlier on. It’s suggested that he and Starscream have watched some human media and enjoyed it at least to some level, so Knock Out might have a slight personal interest in humans as interesting little pets. 

If your cat starts running around when it’s time for flea medicine, you don’t freak out about it, you just let it run around until it’s more ready to take its medicine. There’s sort of the same energy with Knock Out here, up to a certain point. He’s willing to mess with them, and let them run around-- And even speculates on human interfacing, which is both funny but also something pet owners take into account if they’re interested in breeding their animals. 

Which, if we really want to read into it, could easily become extremely sinister. 

If Knock Out might have been more interested in taking June and Fowler captive, what would he do with them? Would his exposure to human media make him more inclined to see them in a similar way to how the Autobots do, with at least some respect for human sentience and personhood? Or would he see them more as pets; Maybe Breakdown would like one, maybe Megatron could find a purpose to raise a few in captivity? Would it be useful for Shockwave to study some of the organics, get some insight into biochemistry or something? 

He could have easily run them over here; He chose not to. 

It is also hinted on several occasions that the only reason the Decepticons in TFP don’t outright kill any humans is because humans are squishy--a descriptor which Ratchet also uses in an early episode-- and the concern is more over the clean-up and potential grossness of stomping on a human, rather than any real moral issue with potentially doing so. 

Autobots: Humans are a Liability, Humans are a Complication

And among the Autobots, famously Ratchet starts out with an extremely strong distaste for humans, although the complaints we hear him give to Optimus are primarily around concerns for human health; He worries they might step on a human if they start hanging out in the base.

But even though he does very much get a more positive view of humanity over time as the series goes on, he retains a negative view of humanity in general. When Smokescreen shows up, and it is suggested that he will need a partner, Ratchet actively states “Aren’t three humans enough?!?” 

And that occurs later on in the series, after he’s become more familiar with the kids. When he interacts with Raf, probably the human he’s closest with, he still primarily is giving directions or gets a little exasperated when explaining what he feels are “basic” things. 

It’s hard to tell how Ratchet actually views humanity. And this is notable, because he is a medic, and does inherently care about the wellbeing of sentient lifeforms, but he still has a very persistent and only begrudgingly positive view of humans for the vast majority of the series. 

In “Stronger, Faster”, he picks up Raf somewhat haphazardly in the palm of his hand, jostling him a little and setting Raf down in very much the same way someone would pick up and move a hamster. He even calls Raf “little guy”, like how anyone might refer to a little pet or small animal. 

(It’s also worth noting Raf was startled by being picked up, and look at his posture here. Yes, he’s trying to stay balanced in Ratchet’s open palm, but does this look like a kid that feels comfortable? Look at how he’s leaning slightly back and away from Ratchet, even though scooting backwards and sitting upright would be a more stable seated position. 

Ratchet is under the influence of synthetic energon here; His inhibitions are severely lowered. When he’s not fully restraining himself around the humans, it seems he may very well treat them like pets, at least a bit...He didn’t ask Raf if he was OK being picked up, and if he were to drop Raf from that height, the injuries would be serious. He doesn’t seem to recognise Raf’s discomfort at all, and even though he is set back down fairly quickly, Ratchet doesn’t apologise for startling him or for tossing him up in the air a bit-- A wholly unnecessary risk, which may have been scary for Raf.) 

At the end of TFP, we do see that he stays behind on Earth for some time to finish things up there, keep an eye on the base and on the humans. 

But he does also eventually leave, and it doesn’t seem to have been too difficult of a call for him to make. Because we know he holds Cybertron’s restoration in the highest regard, over nearly everything else-- And as far as we can tell, humans are just sort of an Earth thing. Friendly, small, helpful sometimes, other times annoying, a lot of work to maintain. It’s a relationship of necessity to Ratchet, and once humans start proving we’re not just milling around doing nothing and can actually help sometimes, he gets a little friendlier. Fair enough.

He does seem to like humans over time, but the sequence with Raf in “Stronger, Faster” really does evoke more of an owner-pet relationship, rather than a genuinely equivalently friendly one. Ratchet teaches Rafael some Cybertronian, and is distressed when Raf is hurt by dark energon, but what pet owner wouldn’t be upset when their sweet little pet is hurt, and who doesn’t like teaching pets new tricks or skills? 

It’s really hard to tell how Ratchet might actually view humanity. He does grow more tolerant and more positive (especially towards his favourite, Raf), but even towards the end of the show, he’s generally somewhat dismissive of humans and doesn’t really want to deal with any more of us. 

When Ultra Magnus arrives, he immediately identifies Jack and Miko as “Native Lifeforms”, and doesn’t directly address them at all; He asks Arcee about the humans, and only acknowledges Jack once he is able to show that he can follow instructions. 

Again, a very utilitarian approach: Are these little organics useful, or a potential  problem? 

When Miko speaks out of turn slightly later, Magnus asks Ratchet if all humans are like her. To which Ratchet replies, in a somewhat burdened way, no, only Miko. 

Sort of like evaluating a litter of puppies: This one is well behaved and learns quickly, while this one is running around biting at the other ones. 

The Autobots in TFP seem to weight up humanity mostly in regards to how much of a problem humans might present to them and their goals, with Optimus having to initially convince the other bots to partner up with the kids, and his reasoning is that the kids might be in danger and might present a risk to their base operations. 

There is some genuine care for human beings which is shown by Optimus straight away, but there is also a realistic concern for keeping an eye on the kids not just for their own safety, but to keep them out of the way. 

It’s worth noting that Arcee uses the word “babysitting” and not “pet sitting” to describe her orders to watch over Jack, so there’s already a clear distinction from the terminology used in regards to humans by the Decepticons. They are already familiar with Agent Fowler by this time, which may be part of this. 

But nobody is thrilled to have humans around on the base, and only gradually do we see everyone sort of genuinely start warming up to their companions or humans in general. 

Of course, they all become more friendly over time. But there’s an unshakable sense that Cybertronians in general just somewhat struggle to evaluate organic sentient lifeforms, there’s some difficulty in seeing humans as at least somewhat similarly intelligent and capable in our own right as a species. 

--

It’s understandable that giant robots from space wouldn’t necessarily care too much about a bunch of weird bipedal fleshy organics that are smart but not all that smart and capable but not all that capable. 

But in the event there might be some Cybertronians interacting with humanity who wouldn’t have any real reason to care, no other considerations, no long term residency on Earth to have to take into account, no interest in humans in general and no desire to particularly mess around with us and find out about us? No need to maintain a positive relationship with this little organic species?

It may be terribly easy for Cybertronians to not really consider humans at all, unless they have clear reasons to stop and do so. 

And even then, it doesn’t seem to happen quickly, or easily. A lot of Cybertronians don’t really inherently see humans as valuable, we have to demonstrate that we aren’t a problem. We need to prove our worth, or show that we can do things that are helpful or interesting. 

And when we are a problem, even a minor one-- For example, just a crowd of humans blocking a road... 

...And there’s no incentive to care all that much about sticking around or bothering with humans for very long... 

...You end up with the panels above. 

Fuck it, humans are like three inches tall and weigh nothing, get ‘em outta here.

Five seconds with a plasma cannon, and we’re clear. 

[Panels from All Hail Megatron, Issue #1] 

[incorrect-strq-quotes]

Drabble Challenge!

Well now that we’re on hiatus following a juicy strq volume, I think it’s a good time to post this. I need to get back into writing anyway, so I’ll be doing this all v9-10 hiatus long. Send me a number (and a strq character, ship, etc if you want) and I’ll write a ficlet or drabble for it.

“That’s starting to get annoying”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Dear Diary, …”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Do you really need all that candy?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“You work for me. You are my slave.”

“Take your medicine.”

“They’re monsters.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“I just ironed these pants!”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“Stay awake.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

(Visit @prompt-bank for more prompts!!)

[queeniecook]

April 15

“Almost 160 years old and I’m still doing stupid things.” Lilith comments to herself as she stares at the painting in her room. The one who reminds her of a certain somber count.

She should throw it out, is her thought but then Jackson might find it weird. She’s had the painting long before she ever turned him.

“Why do I feel like you’re judging me?” Lilith asks Nacho after she walks into the kitchen, looking for the furball. It’s time for his flea medicine. 

“Meh.” is the reply she gets from Nacho, who stares her down. 

“Just because I’m technically dead, doesn’t mean by hormones are, okay?” Lilith is trying to justify herself to a cat for some reason. She feels a bit of guilt. Jackson has never done any wrong to her. She cares for him, obviously. She had turned him after all. 

After grabbing Nacho and putting the flea medicine on him, which he acted offended at her for doing so, she goes upstairs and gets ready. She has a meeting to attend.

“I’ll be back in two days.” She comments, walking in the rain with Jackson. She has to attend a meeting of vampires in Oasis Springs. She’s hoping Vlad won’t be there, he only shows up once a year to assert his dominance and leaves. She’s hoping this meeting isn’t the time he picks to do that. 

“Alright.” Jackson says and goes quiet. “I’ve been thinking about something since this whole thing came out with Liberty being a vampire…”

“Proceed.” Lilith tells him.

“We found that tooth in the coffin we dug up but Liberty is not dead. So who does that tooth belong to?” Jackson presents his thoughts. It’s logical that James himself went through the trouble to bury that coffin with the tooth inside, just in case someone did some snooping. He didn’t want the truth revealed until the time he wanted. 

“That’s a good question.” She agrees, kind of surprised by Jackson. She didn’t think he was capable of  thinking about such things. 

“We have the tooth, we should find a way to test it.” Jackson suggests.

[imabee-oralizard]

Dude I hate my mom

like I’m almost having a panic attack and she can’t even tell(or doesn’t care) and then everything she’s doing is making it worst

Like today our friends from Texas was coming down to stay at our apartment for a couple days cause we haven’t moved in. And if anyone remembered me past ranting this is the mom to the family where I tried to help and messed it up and now her daughters don’t talk to me. Well the mom and her friend came to stay here and the friend has a dog. And the whole day I’ve been worried that secretly the mom is annoyed at me for texting the daughter last year. And then the dog had fleas and one jumped on me. And for reference we had fleas before bad and got rid of them them during quarantine k got lice like 4-5 times and now I’m super paranoid about lice and fleas. And I told my mo l so she gave the dog a bath. And we were driving home then once we got home we dusted ourselves off as best we could. On the way home I found a flea on me so I killed it and threw it out the window. I told my mom I wanted to go in and take a shower right away, instead of getting the dogs from my brother. I texted me brother not to let them out. And then my mom told him it was fine while I was getting my Saturday ready to shower so then the dogs were by us. Then I realized I forgot her room key in the car and she’s taking forever to get upstairs then she has to brush her hair and put on deoterant cause she’s doing a delivery job soon. And as she’s taking forever I’m on the verge of a panic attack. Literally tears are coming out of my eyes and I’m trying to hide it. And she’s like okay no need for an attitude. And not seeming to care about the fleas. And this whole time I was worried cause we didn’t get home till 2am and I still had to take my medicine that helps with my headaches (also an anti-depressant)

And tomorrow I think we are going back to the apartment to go swimming. I wanna hang out with the family friend but I also hate swimming cause haha body issues plus now the fleas and my mom doesn’t seem to have gotten the hint at all even thought I feel I was being obvious about me like freaking out and on the verge of a breakdown

[rubykgrant]

We have our pitbull wear a flea/tick collar, and it mostly does a pretty good job, but every once in a while, I'll find a little tick on him (like, VERY rarely, not even every 3 months. I also check him pretty good, so even if one is just crawling on his fur, I get it). I found one on the inner thigh of his back leg while I was giving him a belly rub, so I very carefully got it out (I've been getting ticks off my animals and MYSELF since I was a little kid). He was very happy after because I just "did medicine" (that's what we call anything that requires care for an injury, giving him actual medicine, or something similar, and he holds VERY still for me), and he was a GOOD BOY! So he's zooming around the house all happy, and I go to wash my hands in the bathroom.

Down the hall, I see my kitty by the back door, all crouched down. I say "Hi baby", and she sits up like she's going to come over, but then she points her face back down to the floor. Basically telling me "something is here, come look". I can't see from the bathroom light, so I walk down the hall and turn a light on over there. I see a little... squiggle on the floor. At first I think it's a long worm? Or maybe a centipede? Then I look closer, and I can see the shape it it's head; 'tis a snake! I think maybe a tiny side-stripe garter snake. I used to find these little guys in the bushes by my kindergarten. I don't know how it got in, but it didn't seem to be hurt.

I gently scooped it up (it didn't even feel like it weighed anything, it was so small!), took it outside, and let it go at the woodpile (so it can have a nice dry place to hide). When I put my had by the wood, it slowly looked around (it was so cute seeing it raise it's little head up like a periscope), and then it crawled into the woodpile (I could feel it's smooth and soft scales moving as it left). So yeah! Snake rescue adventure~

[mtbaw]

Introducing~

Momo! Oreo’s mama. She was a friendly stray in the neighborhood that we befriended, who later invited herself (and her kitten, Oreo) into the house. We got her checked for a chip, vaccinated, dewormed, flea bathed, and spayed, and now she’s ours forever. Her favorite hobbies include jumping on me (Vern) during the night, watching people eat, sneaking bites of the fish food, and smacking the boys on the forehead. -----

The long boy, Oreo! Momo’s kitten. He was the only one of his litter to survive, with his two brothers sadly passing away of feline panleukopenia a few days after coming inside. We thought he wasn’t going to make it either, but after days of worry, medicine, and plenty of tears, he made it out alive. Now he spends his days carefree and happy, wanting for nothing. His favorite things include wrestling with his adopted brothers (Turmeric especially), digging in the houseplants, following his mama around, and sleeping on the heating vents. -----

The chonky boy, Ginger! He, Turmeric, and Clove were found together, sickly and starving, though he was definitely the least starved of all of them. He’s presumed to be the oldest as well, though he certainly doesn’t act like it. Now that he doesn’t have to worry about survival, he prefers to be alone more than with his adopted brothers, and he cries like a baby whenever Turmeric tries to wrestle with him. Still, even if he’s aloof, he’s a great cuddler, and will gladly sleep with them all day if they let him. His favorite things include staring out the window (especially if it’s raining or snowing), laying on top of Clove, and getting scritches on the neck. -----

The softest boy, Turmeric! Seriously, this boy is SOFT. He has an entirely different fur texture from any cat I’ve ever pet. We thought he and Ginger came from the same litter, but the vets estimated him to be slightly younger than his big brother. Even if he’s a baby, though, he acts like a horny teenager, much to our dismay. (Don’t worry, we plan on getting him fixed XD) His favorite things include following us around and meowing, wrestling his brothers to the point of annoying them, and chasing Momo around. -----

The smallest boy, Clove! This poor little guy is our babiest of babies. He’s got a cataract in one eye, a mind full of curiosity, and a mouth full of opinions. Out of all of the boys, he definitely meows the most. He also likes to cuddle the most, and won’t sleep unless he’s laying next to or on top of someone. His favorite things include playing with his food, being held in someone’s arms, staring at you when you’re on the toilet, and curling up in the crook of your neck.

[fictionkinfessions]

i don’t talk to a lot of other warriors kin, so i don’t know if this really makes me as strange as it makes me feel, but… i’m so glad our cat lives indoors. i remember truly believing we were better off where we were, free and intact, but i also remember watching kits die of whitecough and greencough, watching simple infections disable and kill clanmates, and not being able to do anything about it even as their medicine cat, not once, but twice. and i remember having the bad luck of teaching not one but two of my kits how to shoulder that burden (payback, i guess, for even having them) and watching as one realized she couldn’t handle it and the other realized he had to. the worst my cat has had to deal with since we coaxed her inside was a weird rug burn on her arm and a single trip to the vet, and getting trapped in the barn where she used to live the few times she tried to go back outside. (and then having to suffer the indignity of being *held*, of all things, while we put some mystery substance on her neck… because she got fleas, because she went outside, where she instantly became miserable because her balance has deteriorated to the point where she can’t get back down from the barn loft, which is why i was able to talk my mother into bringing her inside in the first place. but of course i can’t explain that to her.) she’s almost twelve, and she’s got a full belly and healthy fur and full range of motion, no scars or old injuries that never healed right or any of that. she’s warm and safe even when it drops below freezing and she spends all her time purring in my lap or watching us from her spot on top of the shelf, with a safe and easy path down even though she can’t jump more than a foot or so. i remember being her age, once, and i was miserable, in pain from injuries i now know couldve healed in days with a proper bandage and maybe some triple antibiotic. i know not every cat can adjust to indoor life, but i’m so happy ours did, and that she’s safer than we were in every way, with all the treats and sunshine she wants. anyway. i don’t know. she’s going to live a long, happy life, which will end when she’s ready, and then i’m going to take care of cats like her, that used to be outside and need some care and patience and modern fucking medicine, and i’m going to make sure they all end up somewhere safe. i feel like it’s the least i can do. i feel a responsibility to them as a human, i guess, but moreso as a medicine cat. still. always. from my first life to my last. (#🩶🌿🕸️)

🐸

[tommys-cant-swim]

What's the Tubbo's story?

Okay so I already feel like I've posted like, thirty times today, so sorry for that, but I feel like you all deserve my Tubbo's story, especially since it's been so long.

I found my Tubbo on the side of the road like I said in his introductory post, limping and clearly terrified. He ran off into the woods when I came close. I wasn't entirely sure he wasn't feral, but he didn't have a clipped ear so I knew that either way I would have to catch him so he could get fixed and vaccinated.

I found him again the next day in the same woods, he still ran when I got close, but I knew he was staying in the area. Once I knew where to find him, I sent an ask over to demonadelem about it, and they suggested luring him with something Tubbos like.

It didn't take long. With a stuffed bee sitting in a non-kill trap in the woods, he was home within three days.

I kept him in my basement while I acclimated him to being around people. He wasn't feral, I could tell now that I'd gotten close, but he was scared. I can't say what happened to him, but it clearly hadn't been pleasant.

He had fleas, his leg was broken, and he had worms. I took him to the nearest vet, and we got him on some medicine. He got better. I carefully introduced him to the Tommys, who were incredibly gentle.

His leg should be better in a few days, though he may need physical therapy due to how long it was bad and the fact that it's healed incorrectly in the past. But he's doing better, and I can tell he's going to be okay, eventually. The little guy is a fighter.

[larcenywrites]

We usually talk about Tony not being fond of animals but... then there's Gerald and the chickens and god knows what else we see in Endgame. So I think that actually Tony would be the kind of person that would be like "I don't like animals, we're not getting a cat" and then you get a cat and now he and the cat are besties.

And one day he just shows up with his alpaca Gerald. And you're like "what is that? I send you to the farmer's market just for some apples and pumpkins, what the heck?". And he's like "uh... his name is Gerald. He was horribly abused and needs a loving home and look, he's so sweet 🥺🥺🥺 I couldn't leave him there, honey 🥺🥺🥺"

And now everytime you send Tony outside to weed your plants you catch him and Gerald munching on some veggies or fruits from the plants you have around the house 😌 we even wakes up early to go feed the chickens (and he's named some of them and everything). He's built like a dozen bird houses and loves watching them birdies. And once he showed up with a kitten inside his pocket and came in pulling it out of his pocket like "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!! It's stinky and has fleas tho, we gotta clean him up 😬 can we name him Kenobi?"

You know that’s actually a good point! Later on when you’re both in all that space and start little projects like a vegetable garden, it may have been your idea to get some yard chickens, which maybe he wasn’t the fondest of the idea at first but fresh eggs are definitely the best and it also gives him more stuff to build 🤔

And now with all these chickens and vegetables and herbs everywhere there’s also rodents… and maybe you’re like “hey, a cat would help! As long as it doesn’t get in the hen house…” and again he’s like “ugh I guess you’re right…” and tbh after it comes up to him with a dead mouse he’s like wow amazing you’re the best cat :0 and maybe he also might want a cat that looked like his mom’s if we wanna hc that she had that fluffy ragdoll 🥺 I still don’t think he’d want like a dog tbh, unless the kids really really really begged for on or if a stray showed up and even though Tony was nervous about it and tried to shoo it away, maybe you secretly fed it 🤫 or maybe it was the kids sneaking scraps of food outside after lunch 😅 but like, he would literally gripe about that stray dog while putting flea medicine on it or hiding a heartworm pill in some treats 😭

And again, it’s not necessarily that he hates animals, he’s just unsure of them and nervous around most of them. But he does have a heart! And definitely a different outlook on all aspects of life in general, so that would play a part. Plus, it gives him something to do, and maybe somehow its more meaningful even than what he did?

And he’ll be so happy when like, the plants he watered and stuff actually live because back when he was much busier he tried to have plants and just couldn’t seem to keep them alive bc he would always forget to water them probably 🥺

[drarrygirl27]

Hello!

I haven't been on here in so long, it's insane! I am still a school custodian, but I now work at an early college for the same school district and Doug is now a plumber. Things have gotten better and easier for the both of us. We're both in good places when it comes to co-workers and bosses now.

We also have a new furrier addition to our family now. I'm so in love with her, my Goddess! So... Doug and I rescued a domestic black short-hair kitten a little more than 2 weeks ago now from a storm drain. It's quite a story. LOL! 😆 She's 7 weeks old and according to the vet and the other vet peeps, she's pretty healthy overall which Doug and I are really happy to know. She might have hookworms because she has vomited about 3-4 times out of a total of 2 weeks since we've had her, but she hasn't since the last time which was I believe the earlier part of last week so maybe she just ate too fast or too much at once and played too hard which caused her to get sick. We gave her a bath the day after we went to her first check-up and we used some medicine that was prescribed to her to help with fleas. Her next appointment is on July 10th at 7 pm to have a feline distemper done. It is so freakin' awesome that this vet is so close to us for one and for two, they're open late on two days out of a week which works really well for us right now because right now my work shifts are Mon-Thurs: 6:00 am-4:30 pm meanwhile Doug's work shifts are Mon-Fri: 7:00 am-3:30 pm because of it being the summer.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get her to give us a stool sample to check for those kinds of things before we went to the appointment that evening after Doug and I got off of work at 3:30 pm for him and 4:30 pm for me so they gave us a stool sample container so we can get it whenever we can so they can test for hookworms and the like.

Y'all, she is a beautiful, little kitty girl and I don't think I could have picked out a better name for her.

Without further ado, here is Nezuko!

I named her after one of the main characters in "Demon Slayer" which is one of my favorite Japanese animes right now.

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Content warning for this post: Frank discussion of veterinary medicine, parasites, and poop.

I brought a formerly stray cat into my household recently, and at his intake exam at the vet’s he was found to be Full Of Worms, poor guy. No mere roundworms, these: when my new boy deposited a stool sample in the vet’s sink, we saw small, white, ricelike wormy things squirming around in it. Tapeworms!

Now... parasites gross me out and scare me, like any infectious agent, but they’re also pretty fascinating, so let’s learn a bit about cat tapeworms today.

First, tapeworms are a vast class of creatures, the Cestoda, which numbers about 6,000 species strong. They are all parasites, and their final hosts are all vertebrates ranging in size from shrews to whales, though their intermediate hosts may or may not have backbones. Cats are known to be infected with two species of tapeworm: Dipylidium caninum and Taenia taeniaeformis.

D. caninum is much more common, and can find itself happy in the intestines of cats, dogs, and even humans, though infestation is rare in humans except in the case of small children. The reason is simple: to get an adult tapeworm into your guts, you need to eat the worm’s intermediate (infectious-to-the-final-host) stage, which resides in an animal that it hopes will be eaten by an animal suitable to its adult form. In D. caninum‘s case, its intermediate host is a flea, which our animal companions often incidentally eat while grooming. Very young humans famously put everything they can reach into their mouths as they learn about the world, but this is much more rare with adult humans. I imagine most adult cases come from accidentally swallowing these fleas after not washing their hands well enough after interacting with a pet infested with infected fleas.

Because of how common they are, I suspect this species is what’s currently in my poor guy’s little guts, though hopefully being dissolved by his medicine as I write. Still, he didn’t have any fleas when he turned up and doesn’t have any now, so it’s possible he has some T. taeniaeformis inside him instead. T. taeniaeformis spends its intermediate host days inside any of various rodent species, where it eventually infects their livers. When a cat eats such an infected liver, the adult tapeworm attaches to its intestine and starts absorbing some of the nutrients from the final host’s food, just like all members of its class.

Luckily, the same kinds of medicine will treat both species, so my new little fellow is well on his way to no longer being full of worms, whichever kind he has. (My existing cat got a dose, too, just in case.)

Here is the CDC’s infographic on D. caninum’s lifecycle.

And, here is a video on how to detect and treat tapeworms in cats, so you can see examples of both the adult worms and the proglottids (the stage that infects the intermediate hosts - essentially their babies). I reiterate my content warnings: poop! Worms! But also: very cute kittens, full of worms but still adorable.