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fisherfurbearer · 4 years

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tw injury, gore, pet injury

How could my current situation get ANY worse might you ask? : ) Rest below the cut. I DID warn you.

WELL I went to clean up Python’s QT enclosure just twenty minutes or so ago. Wanted to clean it up a couple days ago, but work scheduling me wildly outside my availability and general life happenings meant I couldn’t get to it until today.

Since he finished his antibiotics, he has regained his appetite and started eating and drinking on his own. He’s regained the ability to move his fingers better which is awesome, and he can pick up food and nibble it by himself. He’s eating oxbow mouse/young rat food while he regains weight since he’s still very thin, but he’s noticeably heavier than he started and can keep his balance and scamper around on his own.

I picked him up to remove him from the enclosure so I could clean it. I turned him over and thought to myself, wow buddy, your poops are finally normal, that’s great! He’s obviously drinking enough on his own, since he has a lot of regular little rat turds and they’re not too dry or anything. Looks like he stepped in one and got it into his belly fur though...? It really stinks, I’ll just take that off and--JESUS CHRIST ON A BICYCLE!!

HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN.

It looked like a dried turd but it was his FRICKIN’ SKIN OR A SCAB OR SOMETHING. Dark colored, caked with hair, REEKS, just a HORRENDOUS STENCH, and the underside was covered in pale green goo like in the picture. Peeled off with almost no effort at all, there was so much moisture under it. How did this happen ????? He’s not with anyone else, he had 0 sign of a bump or a scratch there before as far as I know...I haven’t been able to pay him as much attention in the past 4-5 days due to work, but I’ve been replacing his food a few times a day, checking up on him often, I thought he was doing a lot better! This was the LAST thing I expected to have happen.

It’s like an infection gone crazy. If anyone has any insight as to what the FUCK causes this (scratch/cut getting really infected is my guess??) and if it’s treatable, PLEASE let me know. We got him cleaned up ASAP with water, q-tips, and betadine, but as I put pressure on it to clean it he bit the FUCK out of my thumb and I started bleeding all over the sink. Folks aren’t kidding when they say rodent bites are some of the worst ever. I could FEEL him Crunch through my thumb meats. My hands are still shaking. It hurt like hell but I guarantee he feels worse. My poor guy I feel so bad about this.

We re-cleaned him up and put him in a clean enclosure with clean white fleece overtop of bedding, a disinfected PVC tube hide, with fresh food and water. It’s sunday so there’s nothing else we can do but try to keep it clean and make an appointment first thing tomorrow. I’m so mad. HOw does this happen. How long has it been like this?? I thought he was doing so much better recently, we spent so much time getting him back on his feet, but this is awful. AND Bhombus is getting sick too...GOSH EVERYTHING JUST. REALLY STINKS.

REALLY DOIN’ MY BEST TO KEEP GOING THROUGH THIS LITERAL PAIN BUT BOY HOWDY THE UNIVERSE SURE IS TESTING ME AS OF LATE.

#tw animal injury #tw body horror #tw infection #tw gore #my pets #python #pet rat #update #not inverts #he goes to the vet as soon as we can get an appointment tomorrow!!!#too gross didnt look : basically python suddenly has a Horrific open infection and its just really bad times!!!#cleaned it up but got Chomped in the process!!#it sucks!!#but i still love him and he and bhombus are going to the vet ASAP #also everyone else seems to be doing really super good otherwise #geckos are great other mice are great rats are good just need more one on one attention since weve been spending so much time with python #and danny is super mega good just need to desensitize him to his new pants so he can spend more time with us #they fit great just need to have him not hate them so he can chill with us more and not ya kno ruin the couch/carpet #but man oh man this just?? wow really sucks a big one

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nat-20s · 3 years

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for @jonmartinweek day 8! (which I definitely realized was happening and for sure did not forget lmao). The prompt was free day/au, so I picked my own theme of “pets”. The last few fics have been pretty loaded, so please enjoy some pure post canon (literal and figurative) fluff

~*~

“I can’t believe I married a dog person.”

They weren’t even supposed to be in the shelter. They had made no plans to visit a shelter. However, as Jon has been learning over the course of the past couple years, a Martin not under duress and given free time outside will inevitably end up trying to befriend any living nonhuman creature in the immediate vicinity.

“I’m not a dog person.”

“The lapful of beagle puppy would indicate otherwise.”

“Just because I appreciate the company of a very good boy, yes you are, doesn’t mean I’m a dog person. Dog person implies I have a preference. I like cats equally as much as I like dogs. Unlike some of us, my heart is open to all manner of furry friends.”

“I don’t...hate dogs.”

“Uh-huh. Is that why you won’t pet Rufio here?”

“He’s nippy, I don’t trust him. And it’s just that dogs are A Lot. I find most of them a bit overwhelming. And needy.”

“Pff, that’s no excuse. You’ve been best friends with overwhelming, and you married needy.”

Martin lets out a distracted giggle as Rufio finally gets in a lick on his face. Okay, maybe it is a pretty adorable sight, but that’s hardly sufficient enough evidence to actually let such an energetic ball of fluff into their home. Still, it’s enough to convince Jon to sit down next to them, and give Rufio a very tentative scritch behind the ears. “I think we both qualify as the needy one in our relationship.”

“Pretty sure that’s called codependency. What would our therapist say?”

“She’d probably say that’s a bit harsh. And that we still need to work on our separation anxiety.”

“Hey, you know what helps with separation anxiety?”

“No.”

“A dog!”

“No!”

They get a dog. Their flat is decently sized and they both have steady incomes and enough free time between them to take proper care of her. They don’t get Rufio, but instead a 7 year old mutt named Daffodil who is, admittedly, the most gentle and sweet creature Jon’s ever met. They also get a cat, a rambunctious 2 year old tabby named Jack (“We can change the name.” “Jon! How dare you! Jack responds to his name, clearly he likes it!”) who had already decided Daffodil was his mom, and they couldn’t possibly bear not adopting them together.

~*~

“You know, we could get a tarantula.”

“Fuck off.”

“I’m serious! They’re not, like, evil in this universe, and some of them have cutest little pink toesie woesies.”

“You’re not serious, you’re being a bastard, and I hate you.”

Martin wraps his arms around Jon’s waist and presses a kiss to the side of his face, which Jon gives a half-hearted swat at, because, again, the man’s being a bastard. Stubbornly ignoring Jon’s pout, Martin presses his cheek to the top of Jon’s head, cheerfully replying, “I’m fine with that, as long as you promise to hate me for the rest of our lives.”

“Well, I certainly can’t make that promise. I won’t even hate you ten seconds from now. I suppose you’ll have to settle for love instead.”

“Hmm. Deal.”

“We’re still not getting a fucking tarantula.”

They do not get a tarantula. Their home remains admirably spider free.

~*~

Martin’s gasp is loud enough to echo, and Jon can feel him begin to vibrate next to him. The excitement is perplexing at first, they’ve been to this bookstore dozens of times, and it’s never elicited this sort of response. Then Jon looks over to the front counter, where a medium-sized cage and a “For adoption” sign have been put on display. With a wild, jubilant glee, Martin asks, “Sonja! Are those baby. Dumbo. Rats?!”

“Sure are! I’ve got a friend who’s a breeder, I take it you’re interested?”

“Yes, absolutely, 100%, we’re getting two immediately.”

“Well…”

Martin snaps his head over to look at Jon with a look of betrayal the likes of which Jon hasn’t seen since the panopticon. “Jonathan, no!”

“Um.”

“You can not tell me you you don’t like rats! Dumbo rats especially!”

“I…”

Ticking off on his fingers, Martin lists, “They’re adorable, they’re smart, they’re cleanly, they’re extremely empathetic, they’re tickilish, which is stupidly cute, they can be trained to use a litter box and do tricks, they’re snuggly and playful and perfect! They’re all the good parts of dogs combined with the best parts of cats in one tiny portable package! Look at their little ears, that are like that because of a slight difference in skull shape that has no negative health effects! Plus, we can set them up in the project room, since Captain Jack isn’t allowed in there anyway. How can you dislike rats?”

“I don’t know! They just sort of..freak me out. Or not all of them, just their feet. I don’t like their little man hands.”

Martin throws his arms in the air, proclaiming, “Their little man hands are one of their best qualities! Look, Jon, are you genuinely afraid of them, or just slightly discomfited?”

“I would say mediumly discomfited. This isn’t like spiders.”

“Cool. ‘Cause in that case, we’re getting the light tan one and the solid white one, their names shall be Peaches and Cream, and you will love them as much as you love our dog and cat children.”

“That’s a rather bold claim.”

“It’s an accurate one. You’ll see.”

Within a week, Jon is transporting Peaches ‘n’ Cream in the pocket of his hoodie, and he can feel Martin’s smug aura from two rooms away. Damn him.

~*~

“Did you know snakes don’t have an amygdala?”

“Okay? You didn’t have to bring me to a reptile store to tell me that.”

“I didn’t bring you to a reptile store to tell you that. I brought you to a reptile store because I want to hold a cornsnake.”

Jon rolls his eyes, but the fondness in his voice somewhat undercuts it. “Of course you do.”

Martin makes a scaly acquaintance in less than two minutes, and as the snake coils around his fingers, he continues, “Anyway, if they don’t have amygladas, do they feel fear in a way similar to us, or is it only a recognition of threats and instinctual response?”

“Martin, my love, I have no idea. Is this going somewhere? It’s fine if not, I’m just checking in.”

“Yes. Because if they don’t feel fear, I’m getting this snake and naming her Georgie.”

That makes Jon let out a sharp bark of laugh, and, for a moment, he’s able to reminisce without any pain. “You know, I think she’d actually love that? She also had a proclivity for all creatures great and small. And a terrible sense of humor.”

“Wow, you really have a type, huh. Also hey! My sense of humor is fantastic! It always makes my husband laugh, and he has very exacting standards.”

“Liar. Your husband finds joy with you at the slightest provocation, no good sense of humor needed.”

“Hmm. He is a bit of a softie, isn’t he? Which is why he’ll let me get this snake.”

“He most certainly will not.”

“But….look at her….”

“It’s not a matter of how cute she is, dear. It’s a matter of you made us get pet rats less than a month ago, there’s absolutely no way you’re going to be able to feed mice to a snake.”

Martin looks at the cornsnake, looks at Jon, looks back, and his shoulders slump. With a wince, he asks, “Maybe frozen mice won’t be too bad?”

“What if she’s picky?”

“...There are species of snake that only eat bugs.”

“Cornsnakes aren’t one of them.”

Waving over an assistant, Martin puts the cornsnake back with a defeated, “Fine. When you’re right, you’re right.”

Jon doesn’t particularly feel like he’s won an argument. In fact, he’s a bit disappointed himself, he always liked snakes. Big fan of reptiles in general, actually, which is probably what drives him to say, “Lizards don’t usually eat mice.”

That’s how they walk out of the store with three leopard geckos.

~*~

Jon’s helping Martin set up the gecko tank in what can now be affectionately called a zoo when all of the sudden it strikes him. Some of the animals in their home right now have life spans of 10-20 years, and never once had the necessary longevity of care come up as a reason to protest against them. Jon had felt so at ease with the concept of a future that he hadn’t even thought about it, hadn’t been steeling himself for the other shoe to drop. He’s stopped having bated breath every time something good happens, instead taking reassurance in a sense of permanence that he wasn’t sure he’d ever feel again. Martin must hear his breath hitch, because he immediately stops what he’s doing to take Jon’s hand into his own. “Something wrong, love?”

Jon shakes his head. “No, nothing. I suppose I’m realizing that we have time, don’t we?”

Martin must know exactly what he means, the weight behind the words, because he brings Jon’s hand to his lips and says, “Yes. Yes, we really, really do.”

#jonmartinweek2021 #jonmartin #jon sims #martin blackwood #tma #post canon #THIS IS JUST ME PROJECTING ON MARTIN FOR 1500 WORDS LMAO #also to anyone that spots the song lyric: :3 #also also the leopard geckos names are kirk spock and bones #or as jon calls them #captain first officer and CMO

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writingwithcolor · 4 years

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I've got a group of witches in my story that I have assigned familiars. I understand that there is a need for delicacy around this idea (ex: Jewish people being called lizards). I was wondering if there was something problematic with my two European/Jewish-African American twins being assigned a red fox ("Aesop") and a dove grey rat ("Piper") or my Hawaiian character being assigned a javan mongoose ("Dahlia").

Witch Animal familiars: Black-jewish & Hawaiian character

Black Jewish Character - A fox and rat

I don’t see anything wrong with foxes but holy crap please not rats. That is exactly how the Nazis thought of us. (Not your fault, and you’re right to ask. Thank you for asking.)

If you want a small fluffy gray animal that doesn’t come with “vermin” baggage, how about a chinchilla? Or a pika? I freaking adore pikas.

Disclaimer that rats can make amazing pets; this answer is focused entirely on THIS question and I love all of your IRL rattie friends.–Shira

Absolutely not rats. They are just way too tied up, as Shira said, with propaganda from the Nazis (and continuing to be used today by neonazis). I like the idea of keeping it small and fuzzy with a pika, or maybe a squirrel? I would want a badger, but that’s just me.

– Dierdra

And I’d pick a cat but that is ALSO just me; point of reference a lot of people in my temple including the rabbi have dogs. So that’s a point in favor of the fox familiar. Oh and side note, I just noticed that out of your three witches, the one who isn’t Jewish has the familiar with the Jewish name – Dahlia doesn’t have to be Jewish – Google also says Scandinavia – but all the Dahlia’s/Dalia’s I’ve ever met were Jewish and it made me go “bzuh?” for a second. But this is by no means any kind of dealbreaker and you may absolutely keep the names as you have them without anything being wrong.

–Shira

A fox is fine for a Black character. Depending on the perspective, fox have a cunning and clever association, which doesn’t remind me of any specific Black stereotypes.

A rat, while generally has a more negative association with people, is also okay as just a familiar for a Black (non-Jewish) character. No one is transforming into their familiar, right? Plus, i’m sure the familiar has a more positive or neutral association in your story.

But! Since this Black character is also Jewish, you should absolutely avoid the rat for that reason alone.

See also: Animals Representing People, Avoiding Poor Associations

~Colette

Hawaiian character - a mongoose

I would be a bit uncomfortable about a Hawaiian character having a mongoose familiar. Despite all of the stories about mongoose in Hawaii, they’re actually NOT native; they were introduced in the 1800s as part of the Hawaiian plantation industrial complex and they’re hugely detrimental to indigenous birds. Giving an Indigenous Hawaiian character a harmful, invasive animal associated with the destruction of the local ecosystem–not to mention associated with ongoing colonization–is very icky to me. Since Hawaii has no native land mammals, I would suggest looking into the veritable plethora of indigenous Hawaiian birds instead.

– Mika

Commentary

@shadowthief78If you have any Asian characters, please don't give them mice/rats as familiars. There's a lot of leftover propaganda from WWII characterizing East Asians as "rats" and artists would draw caricature portraits with rodentlike features, so that should probably be avoided.

@hakuxmeleas a native hawaiian, agreed. birds would be a great idea. geckos are considered good omens in hawaiʻi.

@snailvapeas someone raised in hawai'i, i would second the no mongoose thing. they are considered vermin, and why choose an invasive animal when you could you celebrate something native to the islands?

@pale-chartreuseAnimal stories and anthropomorphizing just isn't a Jewish thing.

@queermaddscientistAs someone native hawaiian I would also second the no mongoose thing. I might suggest a nene, which is a native species of goose instead

#asleepinavonlea #witches #Black #Jewish #Jewish witches #animals #symbolism #Hawaiian #commentary #asks

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elliestormfound · 3 years

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No Axolotls yet? Look at those cute little things. They are the Pokemons of sealife. <3

such cutle little babies! I love them!! <3

anonymously tell me…what your favorite animal is

So far we have (please note that I have no idea what I am doing, I am not a biologist or zoologist and I am just grouping animals together from gut feeling :D)

cats (generally all): lynx, Scottish Wildcats, Pallas’s Cats, manuls, cheetahs, tigers

pangolins

red pandas

foxes and red foxes

otters

bats

snakes: puff adders, hognose snakes

giraffes

elephants <3

African Pygmy Falcons

caribous

dogs (generally): borkies, wolves, maned wolves

grasshopper mice

(baby) pigs

hedgehogs

raccoons

whales: orcas, beluga whales

bears and polar bears

cows

birds: chicken, potoos, emperor tamarins, south american harpy eagles, secretary birds, (barred) owls

Leachie Geckos

wolverines

frogs

bunnies, rabbits, hares

snails

bees and bumble bees

platypus

penguins

octopus (what is the plural??)

horses

pet rats

badgers

silky anteaters

coatimundi

turtles

lizards

axolotls

#axolotls #favorite animals #long post #frances-the-red

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colour-anon · 3 years

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So my day’s not going to great. My gerbil just died and I’m very sad, but I’m going to channel that to talk about something that means a lot to me.

And that’s pets! Here are things everyone should know:

1. There is no such thing as a “practice pet.” Don’t give little Timmy a hamster thinking hamsters are easy or something. No one is going to properly care for it and little Timmy is going to lose interest.

2. Small animals such as hamsters, gerbils, mice, rats, guinea pigs, rabbits, chinchillas, ferrets, and etc. are not easy pets. They all have a lot of very special needs, and lots of them live for a pretty long time. Rabbits can get well over 10 years old.

3. Research every single pet before you get one. Even if you’ve had a dog before and are looking to get one a little whole after your last one passed. You should still do research. Find a breed that will work for your situation. Make sure you can afford everything for a pet. Make sure you have a vet to go to, a place to get food, a back-up plan in case you have to leave for an emergency and need someone to care for your pet. Research, research, research.

4. Never impulse buy a pet. That cute little leopard gecko in the pet store you see while going to get your dog’s food? Don’t buy it. Pets who are bought on impulse are almost always given up after a loss of interest or treated poorly due to - you guessed it - lack of knowledge and research.

5. Don’t get a “replacement pet.” Don’t get a pet that looks like your last one, name it after them, and then expect it to act the same. It won’t.

6. Crying when any - and I mean any - pet dies is okay.

7. Not crying is also okay. People handle things differently. As long as you took care of your pet, it’s okay. 8. Treat them like family. They are living breathing creatures. Treat them as such. Give them what they need. Learn of and respect their boundaries. Love them.

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no6secretsanta · 4 years

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On the morrow he will leave me

Hey gecko (@lostemotion)! I was your secret santa this year! I took your prompt to heart and came up with this fic. I hope you like it! Happy holidays! <3 - Ace (@hi-im-secretly-satan) Word count: 2161 Warnings: none Summary: Nezumi has a tendency of leaving Shion behind without saying where he’s going, or when (if) he’ll come back, leaving Shion to simply having to trust he will return. Nezumi’s wandering spirit as seen through Shion’s eyes. Title from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe.

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The first time Nezumi had left him, Shion was twelve years old.

The rat had crashed into his life, soaking wet, and filled a void Shion hadn’t even known existed. As soon as he woke up alone in his bed (suddenly way too big for just one person) and saw the two empty cups of hot cocoa on his desk and the open window (the only traces of Nezumi’s presence), the emptiness crashed over him like a wave and had left him incomplete, always yearning for that missing piece. It was almost like Nezumi had not only taken the checkered flannel and the first aid box, but also his innocence.

The months following their strange encounter had been hard. At night Rashi’s face flashed through his mind, with his cold smile that never reached his eyes. Asking questions like “why” and “where”. Why had he taken in VC103221? Where did VC103221 go? Buried deep under the covers, Shion asked himself the same questions. Why had he let that bleeding boy in? Stitched his wound, fed him his own food, clothed him in his own clothes? And where had Nezumi gone? Each time Shion relived his memories searching for answers, he only found more questions. If he could turn back the hands of time, return to his old room and watch the hurricane crashing down on the city, would he still open the window if he knew the price he would pay? Save Nezumi while knowing it would cost him his prestige and his comfort here in Kronos? No matter how many times Shion thought about it, turned it over, analysed every bit of data at hand, he always came to the same conclusion.

Yes, he would.

But after all the wondering and pondering, the question he found nagging at him the most was “Will I ever see him again?”

Oh, how Shion longed to unravel the mystery that had thrown his life upside down. He needed to see Nezumi again; gather more data than his memories contained. In those grey eyes raged a storm he wanted to lose himself in. He wondered what could have scarred Nezumi’s back at such a young age. Wondered where and how Nezumi had learned to effortlessly, coldly, render him motionless, ready to kill if needed. There was so much Nezumi hadn’t told him and Shion wanted nothing more than for Nezumi to take his hand and show him this new, mesmerizing world he had never known existed.

Meeting Nezumi again was everything and nothing like Shion had hoped. He had not expected Nezumi to come to his rescue, but then again he hadn’t expected to be labeled a criminal either. It surprised Shion how little he cared about having to flee No.6. As irrational as it was, he had a feeling that as long as Nezumi was by his side, he’d be able to survive anything. After four years of living with a memory, the real Nezumi was within his grasp and this time Shion would not let go so easily.

Nezumi was still the same contradictory enigma he had been when he was twelve. He told Shion not to be kind to strangers, yet he had given Shion’s flannel to one of the children living nearby. He told Shion to let go of his memories, yet clung to his own past. But the one thing Shion couldn’t wrap his head around was how Nezumi had kept an eye on him for four years, watching him from the shadows and keeping him out of trouble, yet now he seemed almost hostile. They got into fights and every night Nezumi left him. Nezumi left him just like he did all those years ago. Whenever Shion asked why, where to, or when he’d get back, he dodged the questions.

One night, a month or two after Shion had arrived in West Block, he was alone in the underground room again. Nezumi had run off somewhere without telling him where the day before, and hadn’t come back. The stew Shion had made earlier that evening was cooling down on the stove. He hadn’t wanted to have dinner alone, but it was getting late and his stomach growled. He had never known hunger back in No.6, had never known how hard it was to ignore, making it impossible to focus on other things. His clothes were baggier on him than he remembered them being. Another growl echoed through the vault and Hamlet chirped on his shoulder. Shion smiled and reached up to scratch its head.

“We can’t eat yet. Nezumi isn’t home,” he said with a sad smile. He put down his book, the enchantment of the “Lady of Shalott” broken by hunger and worries. He ran his fingers over the spine of the book and stared at a stain on the open page. Hesitantly, as if speaking the words out loud would make them come true, he asked, “Do you think he will come back?” The mouse chirped again, seemingly reprimanding him. Shion chuckled and shook his head, scolding himself for even daring to think Nezumi wouldn’t come back. This was his home, after all. “You’re right, of course he will.”

He loved his new life with Nezumi but he couldn’t deny it was lonely when Nezumi wasn’t here, even though he had the mice to keep him company. With a sigh, he closed his book and pushed himself off the floor. Right when he had turned the stove back on to heat up their dinner, the door opened and Nezumi stepped inside, a gust of wind accompanying him. It seemed to storm wherever he went.

Immediately all of Shion’s worries melted away, the tension flowed out of his body and he sent Nezumi a bright smile. “Welcome home.”

He had been foolish to doubt Nezumi. Of course he would always come back. No matter how many times Nezumi left him, he always came back. Even when Nezumi had collapsed on stage, when Shion feared his life had been taken by a parasite bee, Nezumi had opened his eyes and called out Shion’s name.

So surely Nezumi must come back to him now as well. That was the thought that grounded him as Shion stared at his hands, painted red with Nezumi’s blood. A sight he’d never expected to see since he had stitched up his shoulder. It was a silly thought, but after Shion had watched Nezumi survive so many perils that were sure to kill him, he had come to think it was impossible for Nezumi to die. He had forgotten Nezumi bled just like humans do. He had forgotten that Nezumi was human. Nezumi, who laughed, danced, fought, bled, was human.

And now here he was, lying on the floor of the Correctional Facility, his pale skin crying crimson, sluggishly gushing bloody tears, his breathing shortening and pulse slowly, slowly, slowing down. Dying like humans do.

A vague voice in the back of Shion’s head yelled at him to get up, drag him to safety, tend to his wound like you did all those years ago. Shion slowly tore his gaze away from his bloodied hands, stared at Nezumi’s face which was growing paler by the second.

Get up! the voice screamed. After you have saved each other so many times, do you really want to let him die now?

“He killed Safu….” Shion murmured.

You know that is not true. You have both killed people. You are both drenched in sin. Now get up and save Nezumi, otherwise he will never come back to you.

A soft whimper, impossibly loud in the cacophony of death and destruction around them, snapped Shion’s attention back to the bleeding body in his arms.

Right. He had to save Nezumi. He had to save Nezumi and get out of the Correctional Facility. Inukashi and Rikiga were waiting for them. His mother was waiting for them. And together they’d return to that room underground - to their home.

Shion hooked his arms under Nezumi’s armpits and started dragging him to the nearest room, wincing as he watched another wave of blood flow from Nezumi’s chest. He was going to save Nezumi, even if it would cost him his own life.

Even before he was fully awake his mind had registered every cell in his sore and battered body screaming in pain. But as he opened his eyes and recognised the storage room that also used to function as his bedroom, the memories of the past few days slowly washed over him and the pain turned into a pleasant ache. The injuries were almost a trophy, proof that he and Nezumi had destroyed the Correctional Facility, destroyed No. 6 and received a second chance from Elyurias.

Nezumi.

Shion looked over at the other side of the bed and found it empty. Although they had shared a bed in the West Block as well, he was no stranger to waking up alone, for various reasons. But today, waking up without Nezumi was a punch to the gut. After everything they had been through, the horrors they had witnessed and survived, he couldn’t bear being alone. He had to know if Nezumi was still alive.

A breeze caressed his cheek and he glanced at the window. Karan had opened it last night for some fresh air and they hadn’t closed it. Shion sat up, blankets pooling around his waist, and stared outside. Was this a repeat of four years ago? Had Nezumi really left him already? Again? Or had it all been an eerily realistic fever dream? He did not know which would be worse.

The relief he had felt when he had found Nezumi standing in the door opening, a cup of coffee in his hands and a gentle smile on his face, his hair swaying in the breeze and fondly greeting him with his usual “your majesty” was nothing compared to the feeling of rejection that shook him to his very core when Nezumi had told him he wanted to travel. The sparkle in Nezumi’s eyes when he spoke of discovering distant lands made Shion envious, wishing Nezumi would look upon him with the same wonder as he gazed at the landscapes.

But as much as the truth hurt, Shion knew deep in his heart that this was for the best. The idea of making a home here was paradise to Shion, but to Nezumi it would be a prison. He was a free spirit that should not be caged. Still, that did not stop him from pleading Nezumi to stay anyway. As they stood in the fields and Nezumi checked his provisions one final time, ready to leave on a long trip to unknown destinations, it was suddenly hard to breathe.

Before he could stop himself, he grabbed Nezumi’s hand and called out his name. “I’m begging you. Please don’t leave, Nezumi. A world without you means nothing to me. Nothing, Nezumi. There isn’t any meaning at all.“ The words tumbled over his lips in a desperate attempt to convince Nezumi to stay. He half expected Nezumi to scold him for saying weird things again, but then gentle fingers on his chin lifted his head and Nezumi’s face was suddenly a lot closer than it had been. He barely got to protest before Nezumi pressed his lips against his. A hand came up to cradle his jaw and Shion squeezed his eyes shut, not caring about the tears that spilled over his cheeks. As one who is shipwrecked clings to a piece of driftwood that once belonged to the ship that carried and guided him over the vast oceans in life, so Shion reached up and clung to Nezumi’s arm like it was the only thing capable of grounding him. Sorrow, yearning, anguish, love, and more feelings he could not even identify rushed through him and threatened to drown him.

When he finally came back up for air, Shion almost didn’t dare to ask for fear of his heart shattering. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. He doubted he ever would be. But more than that, he could not bear the thought of never seeing Nezumi again. He did not know what he would do with himself if Nezumi truly never returned to him. He couldn’t-

“It was a promise,” Nezumi replied with a gentle smile. He carefully untangled himself from Shion and pocketed his hands. “Reunion will come, Shion.” Nezumi sent him a final, longing look and with that, he turned away.

As Shion watched him casually walking down the rocky path like he was simply going out for a stroll, he thought of the questions he had asked himself when he was thirteen, hiding under the covers, and the answers he had gotten during their winter together. He realised most questions still went unanswered, but that was all right. As long as one question would be answered, nothing else mattered.

Will I ever see you again?

#hi-im-secretly-satan #lostemotion #no6 #no.6 #no. 6 #no 6 #submission

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inlovewithaspacegoddess · 4 years

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i love that neon selfship asks thing omg!! glowsticks and rave floor for that if you want :0

GLOWSTICKS- What does your F/O do to brighten your day, and vice versa?

Allura just existing brightens my day tbh, but when she smiles at me or holds my hands excitedly or giggles at something i say or cause she's happy, she also loves pictures/videos of rats and mice on the internet

To brighten her day i also show her pictures and videos of animals- specifically snakes and geckos and lizards, and i make dumb jokes and references about youtube poops, if we’re outside i point out pretty flowers that remind me of her, and she loves flowers!

RAVE FLOOR- Have you and your F/O danced together, and did it end well?

Allura and i dance together a lot! The first time we danced together is a very long story, but that was before I told her that I'm in love with her, but it still felt very romantic and we slow-danced. Now we dance a lot to fun, exiting music, like from the lego movies or cutesy music she likes : )

Thank u for the ask btw!!

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bufomancer · 2 years

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current list of pet tasks / priorities:

-figure out if i’m moving out of this apartment anytime soon or not since that determines when i do the rest of this list

-figure out Niobe’s adult enclosure. this is priority because it’s the biggest and will require the most time to set up and get everything growing in well. I want a 5x2x3 ideally and that’s obviously going to take up a lot of space + not cheap. I may end up building my own like my best friend did for her ball python’s 5x2x3 but i also love the Dragonhaus vivs so… it’s tough lol

-figure out Ricearoni’s adult enclosure. I already have a spare 40 breeder I can use and it’ll fit on the same stand as his current enclosure so this is low priority especially since he’s so tiny and won’t outgrow his viv for more than a year now. but I still want to have it on my mind especially since I may spring for a front opening 40 breeder or even a 3x2x2 instead of the 40B aquarium

-upgrade Freak to his permanent enclosure from his quarantine enclosure. I have everything together I just need to grab more soil and have a free weekend to do it. depending on my moving plans this may wait until after I move because he has so much heavy soil as is

-bring Boots to my house since she’s still at my moms. She isn’t going to fit where I was hoping I could put her so that has to wait for now and may wait till after I move since my mom is caring for her perfectly well, I just want her to live with me since she’s my gecko.

-look into getting rats since my partner really wants rats. mid priority, since i want them to be able to have the animals they’re passionate about, but finishing the adult enclosures for the snakes and moving my crestie over takes priority. we have plenty of mice so it’s not like they’re wanting for rodents. we just don’t have those specific rodents.

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 5 years

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🐾?

🐾 - What pet do you think each of the sides would have?

Long one, buckle up.

Deceit: I think Deceit would most definitely have snakes, but I could also see him with a big dog, a dragon from the Imagination, or cats.

Logan: Cats, mice, rats I mean squeakers, bioluminescent fish, turtles, and/or an owl.

Patton: I think dogs, rabbits, sugar gliders, ferrets, gerbils, guinea pigs, really anything hypoallergenic but furry he can get his hands on and pet, he’d give as much love an attention as he could.

Remus: Mice, maybe a couple snakes for when he wants to feel scales but Deceit isn’t around. I also feel like he’d be a good carer for horses. He’d definitely at least try to own a skunk, racoon, possum, an eagle/falcon, alligator, sloth, and/or squirrel.

Roman: Birds, sugar gliders, dogs, cats, dragons, bunnies. Also really any wildlife, being the wonderful prince he is, he’s likely friends with all animals. I could also see him owning a bat since they’re just fluffy sky dogs.

Virgil: I see him with animals that could be considered creepy so spiders, bats, snakes, iguanas, black cats, possums, and/or salamanders. For some reason, I could see him with a pet chameleon or geckos.

#sanders sides #sympathetic deceit #deceit sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ask meme #anons asked too #pet headcanon

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mozlemallura · 6 years

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Characteristics to make your OC more original without the classic "red hair, pale skin, different coloured eyes"

Webbed fingers

One toe/finger missing or adding one

Scars! Give them memories

Body mods - even though it sounds pretentious, it's seldomly used bc of that reason. Give them piercings, gauges, tattoos, implants etc etc

Make them LGBT+. Not to make them "special" but to make them normal. Not everyone is cishet on this planet, make your story a realistic mirror of reality.

A small illness that shows at inconvenient times. Anaemia, a slightly crooked spine, you name it.

Naturally dark undereyes

Crooked/yellow teeth - it's natural for some people no matter how much they brush em. Also healthcare isn't affordable everywhere

Flat feet

Instead of a resting bitch face - a resting sad face. Or thinking face. "Wow, what are you thinking about?" "Uh.. that my lucky charms this morning may have already expired last week."

Knowledge about really weird things! Architecture in the 20th century, the army, submarines, contemporary art

Little habits: chasing pigeons, greeting the news reporter back when he says "good evening" (these are more for younger characters), having to scratch the other side of their face if theyve scratched one side already

Having pets: bunnies, geckos, spiders, snakes, mice, rats, birds, chinchillas, fish, frogs, turtles

Give them a name with a special meaning, maybe even relevant for the story. But for the love of god leave the spelling as it is. Dont make maikayleighah out of mikayla.

Also, names like, skye, skylynn, raine etc do give off a certain :/ vibe

Make them religious!

Make them break gender rules

Note that you can still do whatever you want to and even if your OC is a ginger named ginger then thats totally fine - its your story. These are just preferences of mine

I hope this helped! Feel free to add on

#writing #writing ref #mine #writing tips #ocs #oc #writing tip #how to write #create ocs #creative #creative writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fandoms #fandom #ref #writing references #writing reference

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ofdirtandbones · 5 years

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What are your favorite animals, and why?

Ooooh !! Hi ! :D having asks always make me so happy !

I love every animals on this planet. But I do have favorites !

Dogs (they are family !), rats, foxes, mice, cats, ferrets

Crows, ravens, tit (bird !! ) and every small round birb

Toads, frogs, salamanders, axolotls, gargoyle geckos, earthworms, snails, beetles, orchid mantis, pill bugs, moths...

But I think these days my all time favorites are toads

They are just so round and squishy and friendly and idk I love them so much !!

I love amphibians they are so interesting and I love the fact that they are water and land creatures

Thank you so much for this ask it made my day !

#goblincore #animals #mine #my post

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fisherfurbearer · 5 years

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Updates

Well.

It’s my 21st birthday today.

I’ve been very quiet here since winter, but in actuality so much has happened. I’m still sorry for being-here but not-being-here, and vanishing on everyone waiting on art, but it’s really been a whirlwind. Just a real wild ride.

I had this big, rambling post written up, explaining what’s happened so far this year and what’s been going on, but I don’t think it’s necessary really. What matters is that I’ve made it this far. This time six months ago I really wasn’t sure if I’d make it to see today. But. Here I am.

I feel like life has been pretty unrelenting in the past few years, and it never seems to end. Between this post and my last text posts, I’ve had another Break Down due to problems with work and doctors, and it’s been pretty terrifying, but I think it’s going to be okay. We’re not out of the woods and I really need to focus on this right now so I still won’t have time to get back into art (which I do plan on doing!! But it’s really not fair to anyone for me to start up again when I’m still not completely stable) and everything else.

But hey. Even after that recent disaster, I’m still here. I’ve been on much better meds for almost 5 months now, I’ve been figuring out what I want to do with my life, and I have my second wind. Things have been getting a lot better (even though a LOT has also been going wrong, but such is life, and we get through it!) and I’ve been on the right track for several months now. I think I’m truly happy.

I’m still here and so is most everyone else. I figure it’s about time I do an update on everyone, as this is a pet blog after all, and I think it’s best to let everyone know how we’re all doing. It’s been a long time since I really talked about everyone properly, and a lot has happened. So here’s the all-encompassing update on everyone:

INVERTS

I posted about this a bit before, but yes. At the start of July I found that I lost about half of the tarantulas. While I think in general we were doing okay picking up the pieces from everything that happened, not everyone was alright. It’s my fault, and I take responsibility. I don’t care how tough things were, it wasn’t fair to them that I let them go unnoticed for too long. Most of the slings passed away, they got too dry, and the more moisture dependent ones passed away as well, including Boopus, Conte, Lucy, and Cassini.

There is a huge hole in my heart from losing them. I will never let this happen again. I don’t CARE how hard things get for me, I will NEVER let my illness take the lives of the ones I care about ever again. I don’t know if it’s the right decision to continue keeping Ts at all after what happened, but since it did, Jessie and I had a very serious conversation about was has to change if I want to keep the remaining Ts. I’ve spent a lot of time re-working how I care for everyone, and so far, everyone has been recovering VERY well. The remaining Ts are: Agnes, Deckard, Isidore, Montag, Winnipeg, Wilder, Flaveri, Kessler, Kitty, and Turnip. They are all fat and hydrated and doing better. Deckard and Isidore molted successfully, and Winnipeg is deep in pre-molt. Montag had some sort of weird kinda-mites-but-not-mites thing going on, but I got most of them off and they’ve been doing really well for about a month now.

Suffice to say I think everyone is going to be okay. The ones that are here. I do love them deeply and I need to not let my illness get in the way of them. My depression was slowly eating away at everything I loved, including them and my desire and ability to care for them, but I will never let it happen again. No matter what, I’ll do what’s best for them, even if it’s a tough decision.

As for the other inverts...the roaches are all doing very well. Red goblins have had their ups and downs but the colony is big and thriving. I finally have adults again and babies are cropping up once more. My dubia colony is finally stable and they’ve been delightful waste disposals for all the ugly peppers and bolted greens from our poor little garden. The rothi, the Original Dig Sons, are STILL kicking. I thought the female was gone but she cropped up again and is as gigantic and cute as ever. They’re chubby and happy and digging like champs. The little kenyans are also doing well!! I’m moving them in with the dubia and they seem to thrive with them. Everyone is peaceful and passive to one another, and by being in the bigger colony they have much more space and food options than before.

All in all, the inverts are recovering and doing okay. I also have thriving isopod cultures in the geckos’ vivs, and they’re doing very well! Lots of orange P. pruinosis in there.

REPTILES

Vladimir and Estragon are doing WONDERFULLY. After the fire I was very worried about the smoke, but both geckos have been perfectly fine and very active and healthy, especially as the weathers warmed up. Estragon is exploring all the time now, and has recovered well after all the stress of moving around so much earlier this year. As I type this he’s climbing the glass of his viv and mleming the air. He’s such a little man and I love him. I’ve been watering the vivariums properly again and they’ve been exploding with growth! Not all the plants made it but the ones left actually need trimming, they’re growing too fast!! The local pet place has lots of vivarium plants available actually and I got a couple that I’m going to plant in the empty spots for the boys. So right now the vivs definitely look a little wonky, but it’s nothing we can’t fix, and the boys themselves are doing GREAT. They lost a little weight after all the chaos, but Gogo is a good chunky boy and Didi is doing awesome too!! Eating lots and he even catches the loose roaches that have been living in the leaf litter, which is pretty cool to watch and great enrichment for him. My little men have been doing so good and I’m so happy that we’re all okay. <3

MAMMALS

Before the fire, I had recently gotten my very first rats, which was a huge deal on here, if any of you remember that!! Java, Lisp, and Python have been thankfully 100% okay after the fire, and have suffered 0 smoke injury! They were farther from where it happened, but there was definitely some smell in my room but now, eight months later, I think it’s safe to say that they’re unaffected. The rats are doing GREAT. They get pampered every single day by everyone here, and my roommate LOVES them. Even when I couldn’t take care of them, he’d feed them and squish them daily, which was a huge help while I dealt with all the craziness. I’m getting back into the routine and taking over their care again, but I can’t thank him enough for his help.

The rats are now THE BIGGEST BOYS and Java is the BEST bean!!! He went from peeping and running away when we first got him to bruxing like CRAZY whenever we hold him and he loves being squished. I don’t know why. They all just love being held and squished and Lisp has some really unsettling Extreme Happy Boggles when we do it, he loves being crushed. (Not that we actually “crush” them, just gently pretend to squish them with our hands while joking about squashing them into pancakes)

They get so much love every single day, and they’ve been one of the best things to ever happen to us. Unfortunately since moving here (and I wasn’t aware of this until the day of move-in, haha, lucky me...) they’ve had to live in the basement which is colder than I’d like and makes it hard for me to care for them, but soon we’re switching to 100% fleece and they’ll be able to live up here with us properly!! I’m so excited about it and it’ll make caring for them so much easier. I’m so excited.

OH and how could I forget. I put off saying this but we DO have a few more pet friends since I last mentioned everyone in December. We bought five little mice into our home many months ago, and their names are Awesome Opossom, Moggles the Mole, Inspector Beans, Bhombus, and Trungalo. They were one of the best things ever, for me. They’re the perfect fit for our lives and they’ve been thriving since we got them. They’re so relaxing and wonderful, and they are incredibly calm and squishy little girls. Sadly, Possie passed away a month or so after she came here (she was almost like a FTT...she was doing so well, then she just...she wasn’t growing like everyone else, no matter what I did, and one day she just. Didn’t make it. We found her snuggled up in her favorite hide in a pile of fleece. No one bothered her. She passed away peacefully.) and she just...she was here for such a short time but she changed everyone’s lives forever. She was the most incredible little thing. She was so outgoing and sweet and when we bought them home she instantly became Nick’s favorite little friend. I’d come home from work and he’d be in the middle of the living room playing with her. He loved her so, so much and even though the mice “are mine” I really think Possie was his. She was a very special little thing and I’m glad she could spend the last of her time with us. She was an incredible little animal.

All in all though...the rodents are doing good. It still hurts my heart that Possie passed away but we did everything we could and we had a special little service for her under the big tree in the backyard, and we will never forget her. I kinda wish everyone here could’ve gotten to know her too. She was really something special.

Otherwise...ahh gosh it feels really sad to say anything else after talking about Possie. She was so, so wonderful, but so are the remaining meecers. Mice are weird. They’re just so small and gentle and wonderful, and I’m really happy to have them with us.

Oh yes!! And there are two more little friends who joined us. I researched getting birds for a few years, and back in mid-April in my area there was a couple having to rehome some of their button quail. They hatched and raised them by hand, and I talked it through with Jessie and we jumped on the opportunity to adopt a pair. It worked out wonderfully for everyone and now it’s been about four months with us and they’re doing fantastic. Their names are Wasabi (male) and Mushroom (female) and they’re an extremely devoted mated pair and we love them. They’re in our front living room and while we don’t/can’t handle them they have become so outgoing in their own way and I’ve learned so much about caring for them over the past few months. They’re very relaxing to care for and any time I slack a bit with anything, they let me know by tapping the front of the enclosure until I investigate and fix whatever’s wrong. It’s actually really helpful and over time I’ve gotten much better and now they hardly ever pace or tap the front, which makes me feel like I’m doing something right. They seem peaceful and spend a lot of their time with each other and bathing in their dirt bath or foraging for treats. c:

All in all, we’re really getting there and have been getting so much better since The Disaster that was winter. The animals are doing great/much better, I’m getting better (although the recent scare is still a drain and I do have to work 12-9 pm today but so it goes...) and it’s going to be alright, I think. And I have a very supportive partner and awesome roommate and friends and I can’t thank them enough for helping me get this far. I wouldn’t be here without them.

Well anyway. Happy birthday to me, I spent way too long writing this and now I need to rush to get ready to work for the rest of the day/night. But so it goes, I’ve been through worse. c;

#update #personal #animal update #my pets #i gotta post pictures sometime of everyone #just a bit embarassed cause the vivs look kinda ugly right now #some plants are gangly and others are growing like weeds and it doesnt look very professional #and the rats are unfortunately in the basement right now which doesnt look very nice...#i hate having them down there and its made everything a lot harder but soon theyll be up here again and itll be a lot easier #and better for everyone #also bless nick for being so awesome and helping with them #he really loves the rats and on the days im working until 9 pm hes a huge help #he feeds them and gives them pets and picks them up every day #and soon when theyre up here itll be even easier to just. Pick Up a rat and hang out with them #itll be good #ohh and i gotta show everyone the meecers #theyre SO GOOD such good friends #theyre all angora and suuuuper soft and wonderful #theyre really entertaining and calming to play with and take care of #i love the rats and i love the mice and i love the geckos and the quail and the Ts and the roaches #BUT NO MORE PETS FOR A WHILE.#HOO.#im VERY HAPPY with my limit right now and i dont want to go beyond this until like. im 1000% stable and good for a while!!!#anyway wow i ramble a lot #happy birthday to me #long post #text post

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