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jonjaydami · 3 days

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So I need to know what animal they think is the batfamilies special interest.

Like we all know they are on the spectrum like look at Bruce. He's a 30 year old man that dresses as a bat and don't get me wrong there are several reasons he dresses as one but it always has something to do with the animal itself and I always think that's funny how it's even used as a joke in several comics, and animated movies/ shows.

So Bruce knows everything about bat's, shape color, species, what food they eat and how they live and even the different culture views on bat's. He could talk all day about it if asked and he always does it with the utmost care. Like he was giving a speech at a gala or speaking to the league.

I think we all know Dicks is obviously Robin's. Cause why else would he choose to be a brightly colored vigilante that's after a bird from the north? I feel like after moving in with Bruce he took a quiz on what bird he would be cause he was studying birds in school and got a Robin and took that to heart as a passion and not only learned everything about a Robin's but that had just become his identity for awhile and he loved it. Bruce when he heard it at first had thought it wouldn't work but after making him his own costume and even watching several videos on the birds he thought it fit his son nicely.

Jason didn't break away from the Robin role and embraces it actually. But he was always way more shy when it came to discussing his favorite. I think he would have a fascination with bugs and snakes and would absolutely be the kid with a spider or a beardy. He once convinced Bruce to get him a baby beardy and then it became an obsession. He had a sweatshirt that even had a cartoonish looking beardy printed on it and he proudly talks about it to any one who asked. Bruce would silently close his eyes and soak in all the information about them he could.

I totally think Tim loves frogs and even sea creatures. He has a tank with shrimp in it and his boyfriend makes fun of him and calls him a shrimp farmer but he also has a tank that has glass frogs in it. It's a huge tank that takes up over half his room and he loves just watching them sleep and even makes cute little tiktoks with them. He always is getting cute things for the habitat and going shopping. He also takes Damian on these trips. Because they both enjoy walking around and even stopping to pet or talk to the people who bring in their dogs. Bruce also enjoys walking into Tim's room and seeing the frogs and shrimp and even says hello to them before leaving again.

Damian is no stranger to having a soft spot for animals but I know he loves cats and dogs. He is definitely a cat person. Alfred the cat is his prized possession and he will proudly take pictures and then draw them. He loves using his animals as drawing references and has multiple books filled to the brim of just them. Sometimes if they are really good he goes to Bruce and asks them to be laminated so he can hang them up in his room because they deserve to be celebrated and respected. He also tells Bruce odd facts about his animals. How Alfred (the cat) specifically likes to sleep on his left side and enjoys being scratched behind his ears the most.

Bruce loves his weird sons because he is weird and for Christmas he always gets them something related to their animals because it's like a bonding experience for them. Some days they don't even talk about anything but their animals but I can imagine them all settling on a couch and out of pure bordem putting on documentaries and spending time just listening and learning. Of course this could also lead into some heated debates about who's animals is the best.

Jason: no you don't understand

Damian: *scoffs* actually Todd you never understood anything

Dick: ok well I set the whole thing for Robin soooo

Tim: oh please you were eight!!

Bruce: I think we are forgetting how bats-

Kids: *groan because they have been hearing about bat's for over half their lives and are tired*

Alfred just walks in and smiles as he sets a pitcher down.

Alfred: actually you are forgetting how important bee's are to the environment. Which is why I plant only the best pollinator friendly flowers

Cue to everyone rioting cause after all this time Alfred has never talked about the fact he is in fact a bee guy. Ever since he started working for the Wayne's they let him have full control of the gardens and he always loved that in the bleak of Gotham he had his own personal eden with the flowers. Bruce's parents also appreciated him for this and would let Alfred do as he pleased when he would passionately talk to them about the bees. Even when they passed away Bruce had always assumed Alfred just did it because he didn't trust anyone else.

Which was part way true but he loves watching them bumble around and bump into each other as he works.

If anyone knows what Duke, steph, and Cass would like please comment or feel free to debate!! Just please remember to be nice and save the bees 🐝

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aquadestinyswriting · 2 months

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Foreshocks

Summary: Meredith and Ufgi head down to the Trading District after finishing a late shift in the Cathedral. They take a shortcut only to find more than they bargained for.

Words: 1,913

Tags: @druidx, @sparrow-orion-writes ,@ashirisu, @thesorcerersapprentice, @blind-the-winds, @philosophika, @the-down-upside-finch

Warnings: Fantasy violence, knives, threats of bodily harm, magical accident

Notes: foreshocks are the initial rumblings before an earthquake hits. I leave it to you, dear audience, to decide what kind of disaster the title is a forewarning of.

It was a quiet evening down in the Trading District. Most of the people who worked in the area had long since left and were chasing the day’s troubles away at the various pubs dotted around the area. The sound of raucous singing filtered out of the Porter’s Axe as two young dwarves, both clerics of Moradin, walked along the street, turning a corner onto a side street wedged between two tall warehouses,

“...So I says to Kidri ‘Ye’ve got to be the daftest wean I’ve ever kent!’” the taller of the two exclaimed, frustration tinging his words. His companion, shook her head and scoffed,

“I bet she didn’t tak’ that well.” The much shorter dwarf muttered, shaking her head, “Kidri hates being reminded she’s the youngest o’ us.” She looked up at her travelling companion, who grunted,

“I don’t know what to do with her, Merri.” he groaned, “Gran’s trying her best but she’s getting on a bit now, and Granda’s no help whatsoever!” he threw his hands up in the air as the two of them made it to the other end of the side street, pausing a moment to gesticulate. Meredith patted her friend’s arm,

“Ufgi, I’m sure if ye –” she started, only to stop part way through her sentence at the sound of crashing metal quickly followed by a high pitched yelp. Meredith held up a hand to quiet her chestnut-haired friend’s question, her eyes narrowing as she caught sight of a group of skinny, shadowed figures exiting her father’s smithy. Ufgi tugged on her stole, quickly backing up as he noticed the figures as well,

“Merri, no. C’mon we’re better off getting a hold o’ the Ironguard.” he hissed. Meredith glared up at him,

“If you think for one minute that I’m gonna let a bunch of stinkin’ gobbos trash my da’s smithy, ye’ve got another thing comin’ Kiruksson!” she hissed back, stepping forward and tearing her stole out of her friend’s grip, pulling out her mace. Ufgi swore under his breath, quickly Blessed his friend and dashed back down the street to find someone that could help.

The goblins paused in their stroll down the street, looking up at the young dwarf storming towards them. One of them giggled maniacally,

“Aw, lookit her. Does the little baby dwarfy want to come play?” they cooed, causing the rest of their group to giggle along with them.

“Cor, she’s a short-arse, ain’t she?” another called, “What’re you gonna do sweetheart? Swing that hammer at my knees?” The whole group cackled,quickly surrounding the lone cleric. Meredith merely snorted and adjusted her grip on her mace,

“Could take out more than yer knees.” she retorted. She glanced around at the group of greenskins surrounding her. Three. More than she would have liked, but nothing she couldn’t handle for a few minutes at least. The largest of them cackled, drawing out a rusty shortsword,

“I’d like to see you try with all of us on you at once, girlie.” they sneered. They pointed their sword at Meredith, causing the other two to leap forward, drawing their weapons as they did.

Meredith swore under her breath as she ducked under the swings of the two taller goblins and quickly parried a strike coming at her midsection from the one who’d seen her first. She stepped back and pulled out her Holy Symbol with her free hand, quickly muttering a prayer. Golden light shimmered around her, just in time to deflect another dagger strike from the smallest goblin,

“Faster than you look, beardy.” the creature taunted, “But you’re gonna have to do better than some parlour tricks.” they added, looking over Meredith’s shoulder. The cleric had no time to react as a club cracked down on her shoulder, pain shooting down the arm and causing her to drop her mace. Meredith grunted as a clawed hand shoved her to her knees,

“Well, well, well. What have we got here, lads?” a new voice chuckled, “You’se a brave one, I’ll give you that.” it added with a sneer. Meredith growled, turning her head to come face to face with a much larger goblin, his skin a brighter green than the others, surrounded by a much larger group, who were fanning out to completely surround her. The lead goblin leered as he leaned down, placing a large knife at her throat, before running the point down to her chin,

“Pretty little beard you got there. Wonder how long it’s gonna take to get it all off?” he tittered gleefully. Meredith’s heart raced, anger boiling in her gut. Like hell she was going to just sit here and let him shave her. Ignoring the flare of pain in her shoulder, Meredith spat in the goblin’s face and took the opportunity to shove him aside as he reeled back. She stumbled forward, towards a small gap in the crowd, only to be sent sprawling to the floor as two of the lackeys leapt onto her back.

The lead goblin cackled as Meredith struggled to free herself,

“Nice try, girlie, but we’se not stupid!” he crowed, “Tell you’se what, seeing as I like you, I take the beard and let you live, how’s that?” he asked as he sauntered around and crouched in front of Meredith, knife pointed at her face and a sadistic smile on his face. The fire in Meredith’s veins turned to ice.

No. Nonononono.

Meredith tensed, squeezing her eyes shut. She began muttering a desperate prayer under her breath, gathering up as much power as Moradin was willing to grant to allow her to escape.

Several sets of ears perked up, hearing distant whistles and warcries. The lead goblin snorted and leaned in towards the dwarven cleric being pinned by his goons,

“Ugh, damn, gotta make this quick.” he muttered, placing the knife at Meredith’s ear. The moment the knife made contact with bare skin, Meredith's mind went blank, her prayer forgotten. She jerked her head away,

“Leave me alone!” she thundered. The goblins surrounding her didn’t have time to react before the magic that the cleric had been gathering detonated and the street under their feet jerked violently upwards before falling still once more.

As soon as the latent tremors had settled a group of three Ironguard, led by Ufgi raced around the corner,

“Moradin’s beard. What the hells happened here?” Lieutenant Woldbasher asked, looking around at the cracks in the buildings and the scattered remains of what looked like a dozen goblins. He was still taking in the damage when one of his officers called out,

“Sir! We got an injury over here!” Officer Stonehewer knelt next to Meredith, her usually ruddy face ashen as her Lieutenant rushed over, “Lassie’s completely unconscious and barely breathing. She’s got a dislocated shoulder but no other external injuries.” she reported. Woldbasher nodded and looked around at the destruction surrounding them. He frowned,

“Don’t know how she managed this much damage, but this looks like a classic case of over-channel.” he said. The greying dwarf looked up and gestured to his other officer,

“Darbek, run ahead to the Cathedral, inform them that we have a severe case of over-channel incoming. Stonehewer, I want you to start gathering evidence, find out where and how those greenskin bastards got all the way up to the Trading District without being spotted.” he ordered. Both officers saluted, with the stockier Darbek racing further up the street towards the stairs leading to the Cathedral, while Stonehewer took out her notebook and started to scribble in it.

“What about me, sir?” a small, nervous voice asked. Woldbasher looked over his shoulder, his expression softening as he looked at the much younger dwarf dithering anxiously behind him,

“You got any spells left in you, son?” The Ironguard Lieutenant asked. Ufgi grimaced, twisting his hands together, but he nodded,

“Aye sir. But I’m only able to cast the most basic Cure spells, and not many.” he replied,”If Merri’s managed an over-channel that bad I don’t know if –” he cut himself off, swallowing thickly. Woldbasher nodded,

“I know it’s a big ask, son, but you’re the only healer I have.” he told the beardling, “Some healing’s better than none.” he added. Ufgi nodded, setting his jaw and scampering over beside the Lieutenant. He pulled out his Holy Symbol, gripped it tightly in one hand, bowed his head and muttered a prayer. He reached out and gently placed his free hand on Meredith’s arm, a gentle blue glow emitting from it as he did. The wheeze in Meredith’s chest eased. Woldbasher nodded and quickly picked the prone cleric up, gesturing for Ufgi to follow him as he started to run towards the stairs leading to the Cathedral right as a crowd started to gather from the nearby pubs to see what had caused the mini-earthquake that had interrupted their drinks.

Meredith groaned softly as her mind started to claw its way back to consciousness. Everything ached and she didn’t have the strength to even open her eyes just yet. She felt soft cotton under her fingers and could hear a distant, if somewhat garbled, feminine voice singing. Though she couldn’t make out the words, Meredith vaguely recognised the tune as an old hymn. She was about to let it lull her back down into the gentle embrace of sleep, when the smell of incense mixed with pine reached her nose.

Oh, Moradin’s balls. Not again.

As much as the rest of her protested the action, Meredith heaved her eyes open. A familiar, naturally carved and pitted ceiling met her gaze. The singing stopped, replaced by a relieved-sounding sigh,

“Good morning, leannan.” Morag called softly, “How are you feeling?” she asked, gently stroking at Meredith’s cheek as her daughter gingerly turned her head to look at her. Meredith groaned again,

“Like a dozen carts full o’ lead ran me o’er.” she mumbled, “Please tell me that I’m no’ gonna have a bunch o’ medicine shoved down my throat.” she whinged. Morag suppressed her laugh as she shook her head,

“No, love, no medicine.” She replied, “However, Sister Imraksdottir did say you’d need to rest for about two weeks, and has told me you have strict instructions to drink as much water as possible.” She tried not to smile too much as Meredith pouted,

“Oh, alright, fine.” she grumbled, “Please tell me I can do that at home?”

Morag’s smile turned a little more indulgent. She nodded,

“I think the good Sister wants to keep you in one more night, just to make sure that nothing’s been permanently damaged.” she said, “But after that, you’ll be sent home and won’t have to spend that time looking at these sorry old walls.” she assured her daughter. Meredith relaxed, blinking tiredly,

“I think I can deal with that.” she murmured. She fought to keep her eyes open, “How long was I out anyway?” she asked, her words starting to slur. Morag shook her head and stroked her hair,

“About two days. Given how much power you apparently managed to channel, though, I think it’s safe to say that’s not quite enough, hmm?” she replied. Meredith grumbled, but allowed her eyes to slide back shut. Morag continued stroking her daughter’s hair, watching as proper sleep finally swept her into its gentle embrace. She started to sing again, finishing the hymn she’d been singing before her daughter had woken up,

“Better lo’ed ye canna be,

Will ye no’ come back again?”

#aquadestinyswriting #titan fighting fantasy #the trouble with meredith #fantasy violence #knives tw #weapons tw #magical accident #threat of bodily harm

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gracefireheart · 1 year

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Drew some norwegian/scandinavian folklore creatures a while ago, ‘cause it would be a fun thing to try out :>

(Keep reading if you wanna learn a lil’ bit of these guys from the stories I’ve heard)

The green one are called Nøkken; who’s a creature that lives in lakes and tries drowning however’s nearby (most notably by transforming into a white horse, luring whoever’s there onto their horse back, and running straight into the lake with the person). The frog in their arms is in reference to a light version of the story where Nøkken’s lonely and plays chess with frogs.

The lady with the cow tail are called Huldra; who can be either someone good or evil. The one I usually heard about is when the Huldra lured men- that were in the forest- to a berg (google translate says it translates to “mountain”, but that ain’t really it, chief) and then kills them.

The small, beardy man are called Nisse; who lives in barns and are basically chaotic lil’ shits that won’t stop causing mayhem around you unless you give them porridge.

If you want to know more about these guys (or want to see some of the old paintings/drawings people have done of them), you can google “[Nøkken/Huldra/Nisse] folklore” and get to read other versions of these folklore creatures. ‘Cause these tales are different from all over Norway/Sweden.

The first one was drawn June 14th 2022, the other was drawn August 30th 2022.

#my art #Scandinavian Folklore #Nøkken #Huldra #Nisse

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frasier-crane-style · 6 months

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Teevee

The sizably titled Special Ops: Lioness is a well-done military thriller, suspended somewhere between military propaganda and feminine empowerment. Nicole Kidman's Cait is a high-ranking director of such-and-such at the CIA, Saldana's Jo is a CIA case officer working under her, and Laysla de Oliveira's Cruz is the agent that she's running on an assassination mission that pivots on befriending (or perhaps... more than befriending...?) the target's daughter. (Don't worry about Morgan Freeman, he only shows up for two scenes.) Just in case that sounds too girly for Taylor Sheridan, the closest thing Hollywood has to a right-winger, half the cast is beardy military dudes (and one butch military lesbian. Cuz chicks).

It tells a compelling enough story, even if some of the attempts to reach out to the fairer sex come out cack-handed. Points for equality; Jo's husband is the exact sort of "who cares/he's no slob!" medical person as Jack Ryan's wife always is, even if their subplot feels weirdly Lifetimeish. (To quote Parks & Rec: "I watch a lot of Lifetime movies. There was this one, How Far is Too Far Enough: The Terry Palaver Lonagan Story. This woman had agoraphobia and her therapist was obsessed with her. And he hid in her house, and then he attacked her and tried to eat her toes. Also, her daughter was having sex way too young." Swap in some Al Qaeda and that is essentially Lioness)

Kiefer's new shot at 24ishness. He plays John Weir (not Jack, you got that, not Jack), one of those corporate espionage type persons. You know the ones. Always pulling off crazy con jobs with their eclectic band of attractive misfits, having a friendly rivalry with the FBI agent out to put them away, traumatic backstory about his father dying (or... did he?). In short order, he's framed for murder (or... is he?) and all his friends are killed (or... are they?) and there's a plot to assassinate whatshisface. It's the kind of show where not only do people fake their death, but they turn out to have died after faking their death so they're really-REALLY dead (or... okay, enough).

Amusingly, about half the "everyone's in on it!" conspiracy details turn out to be contrived coincidences, like the hotel where John and his ladyfriend shack up just happening to have a perverted landlord who has planted a camera in their room (!). But, once you make peace with the fact that the show isn't even trying to play fair, it manages the high-wire act well and wraps everything up by the final bell.

I suppose I should give points for Kiefer being close with a male friend from childhood and they never make the two of them bi. That's got to take discipline in this day and age.

Although it does this thing that weirds me out in modern media where TPTB seem to feel it's not bad enough that the villains are conspiring to create a dictatorship, they must specify it's a right-wing dictatorship.

This bothered me in Stargirl, where the villains' plan turned out to be brainwashing Americans to believe in a number of liberal talking points (green energy, gay marriage, etc.) and the heroes wondered whether they should even bother to stop the mass mind-rape, so the writers added a line about how the brainwashing will kill a bunch of people too so the JSA was justified in fighting.

Of course, SOP for the Rabbit Hole bad guys is carrying out a number of murders and tortures and hostage situations to further their goals, but that's not bad enough, so they throw in one line about how the head villain is going to make women stay at home and gays go back in the closet.

(To paraphrase Community, "I can excuse murder and tyranny, but homophobia is where I draw the line!" "You can excuse murder and tyranny?")

#rabbit hole #special ops: lioness

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electr1c-ethan · 3 months

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TAG GAME!!!

@some-thicc-nerd tagged me so now im continuing it :3

1. Are you named after anyone?

no, i named myself

2. When was the last time you cried?

i dont remember

3. Do you have kids?

no. the only kids i want are pets

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

in 4th grade i played softball, trying to get back into it with y schools team but its been a challenge

5. Do you use sarcasm?

when im joking yes, but outside of that im very very blunt

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair/clothes

7. What’s your eye colour?

blueee

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies!!!!

9. Any talents?

being able to solve logical problems fast, also doing math fast

10. Where were you born?

Missouri

11. What are your hobbies?

videogames, sexting, and talking to my online friends. also drawing and writing

12. Do you have any pets?

yes!! i have a dog, two cats, and a bearded dragon! one of the cats, the dog, and my beardie have been featured here

13. How tall are you?

5'0 but thats because of my hair, so im really 4'11

14. Favourite subject in school?

math, or science. but non core subjects, definitely woodshop

15. Dream job?

veterinarian

no pressure tags!! @sirthenerd @explorerofsouls @skyhawkj74 @lycanthropw @prince-of-brats @juneysthings

#tag game #puppy sub #bd/sm puppy #ftm bottom #ftm puppy #ftm sub #subby puppy #bitch in heat #breeding k1nk #ftm ns/ft #dumb puppy #stupid puppy #puppy thoughts #puppyboy #puppyposting #trans puppy

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wulvert · 1 year

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YEAAAA!! trying to move towards vegetables more is a very admirable goal :]] the way farm animals raised to be food are treated is so fucking bad. nd yea despite my um. Impulsive Tendencies,,,littol reptilian beasts nd insects r both creatures nd i usually try 2 escort the bugs who just appear inside back 2 the outside world. NOT THE ONES I FEED MY BEARDIE OFC IM NOT MAKING AN INVASIVE SPECIES I PRMISE

brown recluses are very venomous!! theyre one of the bad boys up there with black/brown/red widows nd wolf spiders!! i have all of them where i live and i am in. a constant state of fear when i see an arachnid.

what r avery nd scarlet's opinions on bugs since we're on the topic,,,is one of them the designated bug killer/releaser. does agnes eat them. HAS SCARLET HAD ANY PETS,,,these are the very important lore questions,,,

(p.s i wont avery so bad. thnak u so much 4 her i owe u my life)

i was baking yesterday and forgot to answer this omg sorry ok i will now!!

understandable fear.. im scared of the pathetic little tiny baby spiders we have here i couldnt deal with them actually being capable of getting me

okso

Scarlet doesn't mind bugs! she just lets them hang out- she had a pet tarantula but it's dead now

RIP also scarlets head is too forward for her neck in this panel i cant stand it anyway yeah, shes sad she doesnt have time for pets atm so agnes' presence is very appreciated to her

avery tries to put bugs outside before agnes eats them, despite being a violent murderous thing she does like animals (but she would still stomp a baby dragon, it's different to her)

of coruse!!!!!!!!!! i like to draw her

#asks

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beardyplaysgames · 4 days

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Drawing Etza now! My friend has challenged me to romance them :D so I have accepted the challenge. And she is also now playing Alaris oops.

#alaris #beardy draws things #art trade #my end is still a wip #beardy wips

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bonefall · 1 year

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Over here with my brain violently rotating like a dying car engine trying to gain the motivation to draw wolf pelt snowfur. But in the meantime my suggestion for the tigerkin family trait would be that weird round cheek/neck floof tigers have? Idk how to explain it.

Maybe it's the stripes that make the face look so round? They just have a very distinctive silhouette to me.

I can give it a whirl!

The circular beardy thing. The neck ruff.

#bone babble

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blorbologist · 1 year

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15 questions/15 people

Got tagged by @lumiereandcogsworth <33 ty! just the distraction I needed!

1. are you named after anyone? Yes, twice over! The Maggie part of my name comes from my mother’s grandmother, Margaret. There’s also a second part to my name I get from my father’s mother. (Fun fact, my brother’s got a name that’s been used for... I think four-five generations at this point KNTRKRTN The name I know my dad by is technically a middle name of his!)

2. when was the last time you cried? Oooofff... hmm. I think watching The end of Campaign 1 [TLOVM people do not click]. Especially the twins bit was my last really big cry. I teared up for TLOVM s2 eps 3 and 4 a lil, but that was just. full gross sobs.

3. do you have kids? Nope! Cats don’t count. I am responsible for 40 corn snakes though :D

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh, yes.

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? Hmmmmm I’m... not sure? Generally any big identifying features that aren’t eyes. So hair color, tats, silhouette. And even then I suck at identifying people, whoops.

6. what’s your eye color? Blue! They lean towards blue-grey most of the time, but as is the nature of Eyebols they can vary depending on lighting. Not very saturated blues usually, though - leaning slate, darker blue and even soft greenish sometimes. Another fun fact: neither of my parents have blue eyes, so I’m a fun lil recessive trait lucky shot in this way.

7. scary movie or happy endings? Happy endings! I’m a huge coward and cannot watch scary stuff.

8. any special talents? UHHHH writing a super massive longfic has got to count? I can draw decently good, and animate a lil if I have the time for it. wtf qualifies as a special talent uhhhh I know so much shit about dinosaurs you wouldn’t believe it? I apparently have a knack for experimental design, but we’ll see how that develops. I can belch very loud semi-on-command??!?

9. where were you born? Québec! [gonna add the accent on mobile it feels Sinful not having it there].

10. what are your hobbies? Writing, poking at worldbuilding/AUs and meta, drawing rarely, D&D [my lil lv1 D&D1E Cleric might die next session :D], listening to podcasts while I code data.

11. do you have any pets? Yes! Two young cats (Miss Thing and Pam, short for A Mistake or Something and Dopamine respectively) and Crumble, my beardie <33 getting on in years a lil ;;

12. what sports do you play/have you played? not much of a sport person - as a kid I was always the one coming in last on every athletics test. Thankfully my peers usually treated me like a charming class pet instead of bullying me for it, but over two decades in and doctors still haven’t figured out what the fuck is wrong so all physical activity is. eurg.

13. how tall are you? 5′4″!

14. favorite subject in school? take a wild guess - science. Though I only got biology classes in CEGEP, given the pure and applied sciences stream meant taking chem and physics instead :C Drama ended up being a surprising favorite, too, I initially thought I was gonna hate it. Art class was mildly stressful needing to adhere to the deadlines and follow the instructions, but drama? Drama was a fucking blast

15. dream job? sighs wistfully,,,, an academic research position... with tenure... a nice lil lab all my own... easy NSERC grants to fund my research... likely working with birds or reptile cognition. ATM I’m still figuring out exactly what I want my specialty, my niche, to be, but in the moment I’m very interested in how visible phenotype [color and pattern] interacts with the neurobiology of an animal and thus its behavior. Really wanna keep looking at species whose cognition is really overlooked, or has been in the field for a long time. I’d love to work with crocodilians or varanids sometime, or chickens!

tagging: @fatal-blow @mothmoron @cryptidfuckery @rightpastnowhere @katia-dreamer @essayofthoughts @burr-ell @romeoandjulietyouwish @ghostofwhitestone @waltwhitmansbeard @percivalium @angry-velociraptor @ anyone else who wants to be tagged because im Sleeby and going to bed and dont wanna keep looking for people to tag - nini! <3

#tag game

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