Odd little question, but recently thinking over my dislike for a certain zoo game's roster had me making up my own zoo game and thinking about what animals I would pick. Making up games in my head is basically a hobby for me at this point so nothing that'll come to fruition, just some fun. I specifically want to focus largely on animals that can be found in zoos at least somewhat regularly and are actually feasible to keep in captivity. But my wheelhouse is absolutely more vertebrate-based, and my local zoo's invert section focuses just on my country which is of limited help here. In your opinion what are some particularly iconic and/or common inverts to find in zoos? In particular inverts you'd love to see represented in a zoo game!

I find the majority of US zoo or museum insectariums to house the same rather dull 15 or so species of bugs (I am probably being very unfair to these trusty captive species here).

Madagascan hissing cockroaches, jungle nymph stick insects, Atlas moths, lubber grasshoppers, generic big brown tarantula (probably Lasiodora), a immobile big black scorpion (Heterometrus or Pandinus) under UV of course, some sort of large scarab, a big millipede, and a basic large mantis are some overly familiar faces I saw many times in as a kid who loved museum insectariums.

I say mix things up a little, and go for something like huntsman spiders, diving beetles, terrestrial crabs, velvet worms, colorful isopods, bark/twig/flower mantises, giant snails, antlions, tiger beetles… all quite possible to maintain at a zoo

Fig my son 💓

Your cockroaches are very cute! Can you tell me a bit about them?

Certainly! They all came from the bug zoo I volunteer at because we are overpopulated to the point of [insert this is fine meme here]

Bubs and Zippy probably have the most interesting origin story. They are Halloween hissing cockroaches, Elliptorhina javanica. They are both the only remaining members of their respective colonies. We don’t know why but their colonies weren’t breeding and they just started to die off. To avoid possibly passing diseases to our third Halloween hisser colony (which is doing just fine) we stuck them together in one small enclosure. After a while though I just thought they looked so sad and I was looking to take some babies from the zoo anyway, so I took them and they seem much happier now.

Bubs likes to start shit. He seems small and quiet during the day but at night he likes to stand on top of his favorite hide and make the most unintimidating squeaks I’ve ever heard. He thinks he’s very tough. Zippy just ignores him and vibes. He doesn’t really have a favorite spot but Acorn shares the cork bark with him sometimes. 

Chirp was a black morph tiger hissing cockroach, Gromphadorhina grandidieri. He was my third roach and I picked him because our tiger hisser colony is huge and breeding like crazy. He died a week ago. He was very shy and didn’t like to be out too much but he would make appearances for banana. 

Acorn is my fourth boy, a “default hisser” as I call them, Gromphadorhina portentosa. I picked him out same reason as Chirp. He is definitely my grumpiest boy but he has chilled out, although he does not know how to climb around the enclosure quietly. 

I have a very successful madagascar hissing roach colony whomst I love very much, but man are they baby making machines. Would anyone be interested in some amazing pets, perfect for dorms or apartments? They are free to good homes, just pay shipping! I can give you a colony starter or just a couple male or females if you don't want babies! I have typical morphs with black tiger genes in there somewhere, I also have halloweens but they haven't bred yet. I'd be happy to explain their care and whatnot but they are incredibly easy and fun pets.

EDIT: I now have a fb page where I will be updating my shit, Carlock's Cockroaches is the page name!

Apocalypse:Sanctuary - Chapter 13

Finally! The next chapter is here! Thank you all so, so, so much for being patient. I'm working up to five hours a day, five days a week on top of college so balancing that has been a wild ride. Now— to the story!!

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Cordelia looked down the dining room table at her girls. She loved all her students equally, but the original three held a special place in her heart. The feeling was much like a mother would feel towards her firstborn child.

Opulence covered the table, rich food on plates or in bowls that glittered from the light of the chandelier above them. Fresh flowers that never wilted were placed equally apart, tall enough to be seen and admired but not so tall as to block one's vision of the person across from them. Not a stain marked the white table. One of the perks of being magic was the ability to don white without damaging the fabric in the first few moments of wearing it.

Joining them were their two new arrivals. Coco had slowly but surely relaxed, accepting her new reality. Emily on the other hand… was resisting. Situated between Coco and Mallory, she looked between those talking, but never joined in the conversation herself.

“Coco!” Mallory exclaimed, leaning forward to see past Emily. Something was held in her hand which she tossed at the young socialite. “Try this one!”

Emily looked between the pair, leaning back as a small cake was tossed in front of her. Mallory laughed at the face the brunette made, placing a gentle hand on her arm as she apologized. The other girl’s smile of reassurance was strained.

Their attention turned to Coco, a small gurgling sound leaving her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Most of the girls paid no mind, engulfed in their own conversations and far too used to magic to be pulled from them.

Cordelia watched the exchange with a smile, chuckling to herself as Coco waved her hand over the pastry. Emily looked upon the scene with the same wide eyes the woman had seen in the greenhouse.

Suddenly the gurgling stopped and with a blink of her eyes, the blonde seemed perfectly normal. “Yep. This has gluten.”

“That was really cool, Coco!” Mallory said, her constant smile growing a little wider as she beamed at her new friend.

“If you consider looking like you’re having a seizure is cool,” Coco said, chuckling awkwardly as she looked to Emily, “Trust me, I know how I look.”

“…it isn’t that bad,” the girl tried to offer, more out of polite behavior than actual truth.

Coco only laughed, “You’re a horrible liar.”

As the chatter roared like waves crashing onto a sandy shore, Cordelia leaned towards her red-haired mentor. She was sure to keep her voice low, just in case the revelry was not enough to mask her words.

“Do you recall any witch-hunting in the late eighteenth or early nineteenth century?”

Myrtle sipped on her cocktail, a look of surprise quickly vanishing as thin brows furrowed. “There are still witch hunters, my dear. They’re a cockroach you cannot kill. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Are there any that stand out? That were different in some way?”

“I don’t know,” the woman sighed, humming as she thought. She waved the stick of olives in her drink as she thought, biting one off when she finally came to an answer. “There was a case of a particularly powerful witch — showing enormous talent with the gift of pyromancy. A boarding school under the care of the emerging Delphi organization brought her to a creek in the middle of the woods.”

Myrle scoffed in disdain, “using the poor dear as an initiation ritual! Simply barbaric.”

“What happened to her?”

“She burned those who sought to burn her! Pushed the fire to consume them before collapsing in on itself. Wasn’t powerful enough to free herself, little as she was. Hung there for days before being saved. Then she made her way to our academy and the rest is history!”

Taking another sip from her drink, she turned to Cordelia with a raised brow. “Why do you ask, Delia?”

The Supreme’s eyes glanced over the table before she dared utter a word.

“I felt her magic,” Cordelia explained after a long moment of pause as she considered her words, “her magic is… restrained… like a tiger in a cage.”

Myrle let out a short laugh, “aren’t we all.”

“She knew that story, Myrtle,” Cordelia pressed, “she dreamed it as if she were the woman herself.”

“Seers are rare, even for our time. Two in one era would be quite the feat. A Hollywood hoax would be more reasonable than—”

“No, I tested her, Myrtle,” Cordelia said, eyes focusing on their new sister. Emily was more relaxed now, grinning and laughing as Coco told a wild tale. “She’s the real deal.”

***

First days were always stressful. Emily was beyond tired, hardly able to get some sleep the night before. In new places, it was normal to not sleep well. The body would put itself on alert just enough to react to any new threats. Emily could deal with that. It was the nightmares she could do without.

Dolls had been the bane of her childhood, creepy little creatures that didn’t blink. The brunette used to have nightmares of them as a child, but this was the first time she had one as an adult.

It was a strange dream. Quite short, as well. She was in an attic filled with dolls, tea sets, and small dresses. There was a shelf filled with the porcelain creatures. Walking towards it, she had filled with dread. Then, one of them screamed.

It was enough to make her skin crawl.

Tugging at her skirt, Emily looked around the table. There wasn’t a familiar face among the girls, no one that she had dined with the night before. The dining room was free of food, but the white roses from the night before still stood proudly in their vases.

She felt underdressed — donning a self-made crop top with a touristy “Chicago” across the front she had gotten at Ross for five dollars and a high waisted black skirt that she had found in the depths of her boxes. Where she was from, most kids rolled out of bed in their PJs and went to class.

The girls chattered amongst themselves, clad in Chanel, Ralph Lauren, and Tommy Hilfiger. She couldn’t tell one from the other, even with brand symbols proudly flaunted. Emily was just glad she liked black. The color hid the sweat from the Louisiana humidity.

God, what was she doing here?

No one bothered to speak to her, too busy talking to one another. So, she fidgeted with her bracelet and waited for the class to start, listening in on the conversations around her.

“I practiced in my room for ages and still couldn’t do it!”

“I don’t think it’s actually possible to change the color of a rose… at least, not completely. Living things are far too stubborn.”

“You’ve always preferred working with the dead.”

“It’s where my talent lies.”

“If Mallory can do it—”

“Mallory is a show-off. She was practically gloating when Miss Cordelia showed up.”

They were interrupted by someone entering the room. Emily had been so intently listening, eyes focused on the table before her, that she didn’t even note it till everyone went silent. When she looked up, Zoe was standing opposite to them with a calming smile on her lips.

“Alright girls,” she said, once again talking with her hands, “who would like to explain what we’ve been practicing?”

A girl to Emily’s left answered eagerly, “Changing the color of a rose!”

“Teacher’s pet,” the girl next to her whispered.

“Shut up!” the girl hissed.

Zoe was unaware of their banter, choosing instead to walk down the table until she settled before one of the vases. “It might seem easy to alter the color of a flower, but the rose is unique. It resists change.

“One thing’s certain. Nothing is immutable when the will of a strong woman is applied.”

She looked to her students and gestured to them. Emily turned to watch their reaction, hands reaching out to grab a rose from the vases before them. Timidly, she mirrored their actions — watching how they held it, how they looked at it, how their expressions changed.

Their teacher herself plucked one from the arrangement, holding it out in front of her like a mirror. Zoe’s fingers tightened around the stem as she felt her magic rush through her. With furrowed brows, she focused on what she wanted. Slowly, red oozed onto the petals, a crimson stain that consumed them.

“Now…” Zoe said, looking to Emily with a grin, “show me how strong you are.”

Emily didn’t do anything for a long moment, choosing instead to observe. It was strange to see people look at an object with such intensity, their jaw flexed and eyes nearly bugging out of their sockets.

Some students were able to conjure a color at the base of the petals, their eyes flickering with hope before the color faded. Others were only able to change a single petal or even the stem of the plant. One girl managed to wilt their flower into a blackened husk.

“Not again!” The girl cried, earning a little bit of laughter from her peers. “Why does this always happen?”

“You’re focusing too much on the part of you that can conjure fire,” Zoe noted, coming around the table with her rose and leaning over the girl. “Instead you focus on the…”

Emily turned back to her rose, staring down at it before lifting it up. She kept her hold on it loose as if she were a model for an 18th-century portrait.

She recalled her lessons in middle school, the water cycle and how it interacts with plant life. They had studied the way flowers take up water from their roots — how they consumed nutrients with no mouth.

There was a video she had found where someone put blue food dye into the water. After a few days, its color of the petals came to match it.

The brunette pictured that, a puddle of blue at the stem that slowly crawled upwards towards the rose. Energy crackled through the air, felt by everyone but herself.

“I got it!” The girl with the charred flower exclaimed, the flower blooming into a bright yellow color. Zoe smiled at her.

“See, you just had to—”

Another girl leaped up in her seat, “I got it, too!”

Loud conversation roared as success filled the room.

“Wow, the color is staying, too!”

“The planets must be in alignment or something.”

“I got it!”

Zoe looked upon her students with content. It was a wonderful feeling, seeing these girls succeed. She understood why Cordelia stayed with the school even when it was almost empty. There was no feeling that completed her quite as much as teaching.

Her eyes came to settle on her newest charge. Emily stared intently at a rose on the table, her hands on either side. Zoe moved to reassure her when she noticed her pallor, pink drained from her skin.

“Emily…” She said, going to rest a hand on the back of the girl’s chair. It screeched as it was flown back, a flurry of black rushing by Zoe and nearly toppling it over before they disappeared down the hall.

“Looks like someone’s first day jitters got the best of them,” one girl noted, earning a few chuckles, “Her magical gift must be indigestion.”

“Oh, like you didn’t throw up the first time you sucked the life out of a fly.”

“Shut up!!”

Zoe paid no mind to their words, already chasing after the girl. Emily pushed past a few students, almost running into a confused Cordelia who stood in the center of the hall.

Pursing her lips, Zoe hung on the frame of the dining room’s doorway. Cordelia caught her eye and looked to her with a raised brow.

“Zoe! I can’t do it anymore!”

“…Keep practicing.” Zoe said, “I’ll be right back.”

The woman spared a glance at her students before her gaze returned to the hall. Pushing herself away from the room, she started to make her way to her Supreme.

“What’s going on?” the blonde woman asked.

Zoe shook her head, “I don’t know, but I have a hunch.”

The sound of retching filled the hall, the two women glancing at one other before hurrying towards the nearest powder room. Once again, the sound came and Zoe spared a worry glance to Cordelia before gently knocking on the door.

“Emily? Emily, we’re coming in.”

Inside the room, their new student was hunched over the toilet. Panting, her back arched as she was sick once more. Vomit burned her throat and stung her nose. She hadn’t been publicly ill since she was a child. It wasn’t a situation she was particularly happy about reliving.

Cordelia knelt down at her side. Her hands went to the girl’s back, gently soothing her before moving back her hair with her other hand. Her words were hushed and comforting. “It’s alright. It’s alright.”

“Sorry,” Emily apologized once she was able to catch her breath. She rested her head on the back her hands, for once glad they were permanently frigid.

Cordelia smiled at her, pulling her hair back into a ponytail before resting her hand on the girl’s shoulder. “We all get a nervous stomach sometimes.”

“I have anxiety… this wasn’t that. It—”

Another wave of nausea rolled over her and her throat burned. Cordelia felt energy crackle in the air, but it felt weaker than before. She looked up to Zoe who simply nodded, indicating she felt the same thing.

Once the retching passed, the girl finally turned to face the woman beside her. Zoe’s hands flew to her mouth as she gasped, running into the hall.

“Queenie!”

Emily’s brow furrowed as she looked to her headmistress. Cordelia’s lips pressed into a thin line as she reached over to grab a piece of toilet paper. The brunette stiffened as she reached out to wipe something from her mouth, hand immediately going up to stop her.

Taking the toilet paper in her own hands, Emily swiped at her face. Crimson filled her hands when she pulled it back. Her eyes darted to Cordelia, wide and full of fear. The woman’s gentle touch to smooth down her hair wasn’t as comforting as the blonde thought it was.

“Oh, shit!” a voice exclaimed from the door, Queenie standing with Zoe in the doorway. ” What’s going on here?”

Cordelia’s touch on Emily’s arm was as light as a feather, gently easing her up to her feet. Brows furrowed, she watched as the girl wobbled. Her brown eyes flickered between Emily and Queenie.

“Please take Emily up to her room,” Cordelia said, “Zoe and I will go to the greenhouse and make a remedy.”

Queenie simply nodded, coming forward and allowing the girl to lean on her. One of her hands wound around Emily’s waist to keep her steady. “I got you, girl.”

Emily closed her eyes as the world spun, only able to offer Queenie a thankful nod. Slowly, but surely, they began to walk down the hall. Cordelia watched them go, step by step. She wracked her brain for a remedy.

“There’s something different about her,” Zoe finally spoke once the student in question was out of earshot. “I—”

“Can feel her power?” Cordelia said, sparing her a glance. “So can I.”

“I think she was giving power to the other girls… not willingly. More like a generator.”

Cordelia’s gaze spoke volumes, skepticism written in her eyes.

“I’ve been teaching those girls since day one,” Zoe explained, “I know what they’re capable of. Girls who couldn’t even conjure a color last lesson had suddenly created a perfect spell.”

Her Supreme shook her head, lips pressed into a thin line.

“It doesn’t make sense. “Zoe said, “How could she be putting out magic without—”

“You said many of the girls who struggled with the spell found success.”

“Yes, but—”

“Perhaps they were able to tap into her magic because she was letting them— opening a door.”

“There’s no spell—”

They were interrupted by a shout from the second floor. Queenie’s voice shaking in their bones. “Cordelia!”

***

Emily stumbled a bit, the hand on her arm tightening around her wrist.

“Hang on there,” Queenie said, “You look like a rake, but I don’t think I’ll be able to carry you the rest of the way.”

“Sorry,” She sighed, the pair stopping for a moment until the dizziness went away.

“That’s like the fifth time you’ve apologized,” Queenie said, “I’m walking you back to your room, not bringing you back to life.”

“I hate being a burden.”

“I’ve spent the last few years in a hotel from hell playing cards with a gambling ghost. You’re a breath of fresh air.”

Emily let out a small, breathy laugh. A smile curled to her lips and Queenie couldn’t help but smile as well, shaking her head and chuckling.

Then, the girl in her arms dropped like a sack of potatoes.

“Oh, shit!” Queenie cursed, tightening her grip as she tried to ease the girl to the floor. “Cordelia!”

Queenie heard the Supreme bound up the stairs before she saw her. Cordelia was soon sprinting down the hall, her former student filling her in as she approached.

“She just dropped like a rag doll!”

Dropping to the girl’s side, Cordelia’s hand went to Emily’s throat. Her pulse was still strong, but magic was thick in the air. The spark she had felt before morphing into a raging inferno.

“Let’s get her to her room.”

“How? We can’t carry her.”

On cue, Zoe appeared with Kyle. Zoe’s eyes were frantic, darting between the other women and her boyfriend. Her hand clutched onto his arm, tugging him along.

As soon as she was settled in her sheets, the three witches began throwing up protection rituals. Whatever caused this damage was magical in nature. Their spells would stabilize Emily until they found out exactly what they were working with.

“What exactly can we do?” Queenie asked once the last incantation was uttered, “She has magic, but—”

“Remember the Seven Wonders?” Zoe asked, looking to Cordelia, “how you… got the sight back. Maybe something is keeping her from her own power.”

“Ok, but what?” Queenie said, “We can’t exactly go around mutilating—”

A whisper came from the bed. They all froze.

“…Spalding.”

Hairs stood up on the back of Cordelia’s neck, dread rippling through her body. Her hands moved on instinct, throwing up more protective wards.

“You stay away from my girls!” She growled; dread replaced by roaring rage.

“She… found… me,” Emily spoke in her sleep, words slurred ever slightly.

Zoe grabbed the hands of Queenie and Cordelia, pushing them into a circle over the girl. Queenie’s hand reached out for Cordelia’s. Their knuckles went white as they gripped onto each other for dear life. The muttered sounds of a banishing chant filling the room.

Their voices grew louder and louder with each repetition until they were shouting as loud as they could.

Spalding was resisting, his tie to the school making his power stronger. Zoe wondered if it were better to bring him back like they had the Axe Man. Kill him twice and kill him good.

A sigh trickled past Emily’s lips. Her peace was momentary, fear settling in as she lurched up with a gasp. Cordelia let out a relieved laugh, sitting on the bed and pulling her into a hug. Emily did not return the gesture, pulling away from the headmistress’s grasp.

“See you met the resident creep,” Queenie noted, crossing her arms over her chest as she glanced to Zoe and Cordelia. “Imma’ feel real exposed taking a shower tonight.”

Cordelia pulled away from Emily, placing a hand on her cheek. Her thumb brushed over her skin as if convincing herself the girl was still alive.

“Where were you?” she asked.

“… A room filled with dolls,” Emily said, the memory quickly fading. Her lips curled into a frown and her brows furrowed. “I hate dolls.”

The Supreme could only laugh, pulling away and looking up towards the other two witches.

“She needs rest, but I don’t think she should be alone.”

“I can stay with her,” Zoe offered, “Queenie, you mind teaching my class.”

“I’m not dealing with spoiled rich girls,” Queenie said, “I already have to deal with Madison.”

Zoe gave the girl a look.

“…Fine, but you owe me.”

***

After the incident, weeks passed with a semblance of normality. It was easy for Emily to fall into rhythm with her scheduled classes. At the moment, hers were more focused on the academic side of witchcraft than actual practice.

Latin, rituals, wards, and anything else than could be found in the worn pages of the ancient copies were her daily routine. More often than not, she taught herself in the corners of the academy. Emily had a habit of worming herself into the tiniest corners no one noticed. Allowing her to be immersed in the ancient texts.

Zoe had taken to sleeping in her room as a precaution. Emily could not recall the incident with Spalding, a dream that left her as soon as she awoke. They were quick to fill her in on the creep.

Wards were placed in her room, but she still felt unsettled at the thought of a dead man creeping around in her head. Especially a man so obsessed with dolls.

Either way, it was enough to convince her that she indeed was a witch, strange and unpredictable as her talent may be.

Still, she spent most of her hours away from other students. Mallory, Coco, and herself would speak during meals. Outside of that, she only interacted with those of the “inner sanctum” — the original trio of witches.

Emily sat in the greenhouse; books spread carefully around her as she wrote in her grimoire. She had always been content in her own company. Books, to her, were good if not better conversation partners than human beings.

“I thought you were going to join the other girls on a walk.”

When she wasn’t reading, she was tending to the plants — germinating seeds and tending to their individual needs. Cordelia had taught her how to assess PH. Since then, the brunette had been diligent in her role. The greenhouse had never been more alive.

Emily looked up from her books to the doorway, the light from outside surrounding Cordelia like a halo.

She sighed, making an excuse up on the fly. Her hands tugging at her short locks of hair.

“My leg hurts,” she said, looking back to her books, “and I didn’t want to risk getting my hair burned off again.”

Cordelia smiled and chuckled. The youngest fire-starters were always the ones that did the most damage. A curse of tantrums.

Most of her girls were older, but uncontrolled magic made desperate parents search for guidance. Robichaux giving them a sense of hope despite the pain of separation.

The Supreme wandered to the other side of the table. Trying to read upside down, she found that the girl was translating spells from Latin.

“You’re only going to get as much as you put in.” She reminded.

“What more can I do? I’ve read every book I could and memorized all the words and gone to lessons and nothing happens.”

“Just because you cannot change the color of a rose or raise them from the brink of death doesn’t mean you’re not as witch as the rest of us.”

Emily scoffed, focus returning to her books. “I talked to a creepy old man in my sleep and didn’t remember any of it. I’m a fucking… generator of magic, but not a practitioner.”

Cordelia sighed and took a seat across from her, gently closing the books so that the young woman would have to look at her.

“You are a catalyst,” the blonde said, reaching to put her hand over Emily’s, “that is a power in and of itself.”

By now, the Supreme was used to Emily enough to not take offense when her hands slipped away from her touch. She watched as the brunette clenched her fists before settling them in her lap. Her hazel eyes tore away from Cordelia’s gaze and settled on a random plant somewhere behind the woman.

“In my dreams, I have so much power,” she explained. Her gaze wandered down to her hands, broken and useless things. “I can conjure flames, summon weapons to my hands, raise flowers to life, fly, and I…”

She sighed, clenching her hands into fists once more. “… I wake up and I am powerless.”

Cordelia’s head cocked as she listened to her. Emily didn’t often speak of her dreams, a secret she wished to keep close to her chest. It made Cordelia wonder about the source of her power… the specific talent which sang louder than the rest. She’d have to speak to Myrtle, but for now—

“I didn’t come to lecture or admonish,” The Supreme reassured, “Every path taken in this school is unique and I know you are strong enough to make your own way through the thorns.”

“Then why are you here?”

Hearing her words, Emily grimaced. “…sorry, that sounded—”

Her headmistress could only smile and shake her head, “You’re honest and to the point. There’s no crime in that.”

Silence consumed them, Emily waiting for the woman to state her business.

“I have a… proposition for you,” Cordelia said.

“Which is?”

“How do you feel about California?”

***

Michael looked this way and that as he stepped out of the maze which was the Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men. Being recognized as alpha gave him a great deal more freedom than he had before, his professors more lenient towards his breaking of certain rules. The nature of his origins, however, was a secret he needed to keep close to his chest.

A smile pulled at his lips as he reached the cusp of the nearby hill. Mead was beaming at him, hands raised in the air as she jumped to get his attention. “Oh, my dear boy!”

Like a child, he rushed towards her, hands outstretched to hug her. No, he wouldn’t risk the warlocks knowing of the only woman who had ever mattered to him.

“Look at you!” Mead exclaimed, holding him at arm's length with a frown, “You’re skin and bones— you’re wasting away. Don’t these people feed you?”

Michael’s grip tightened around her arms, his voice anxious and insistent. “I’m fine. Just tell me you took care of the problem.”

“The problem is now a stack of overcooked country barbecue. They can bury him in a shoebox… if they can find him.”

Relief rolled off Michael in waves, shoulders finally losing a bit of tension which had plagued him for weeks. He was so close… so close to fulfilling his destiny.

“Good,” he sighed, nodding his head, “And what about—”

Mead smiled, “Already at the witch school. Are you sure your father—”

“The vision was clear,” Michael assured, straightening his robe. “These people are the only ones who can pose a threat to me. Once I become supreme, I can destroy them from within…”

He placed his hands on Mead’s shoulders, smiling. “… eliminate their whole fucking coven. Then the road will be clear for me to do what I was born to do.”

“So, stop worrying,” Mead said. The poor boy had dark circles under his eyes and was so tense he was practically buzzing. “Look how easy it was for you to win their trust, to get into their school. They may be wizards, but they’re not exactly wizzes. Everything is going beautifully.”

Michael sighed, pulling his eyes away from her and instead choosing to stare at the dirt at his feet. “I still have to pass the Seven Wonders.”

“You will own the Seven Wonders… and then all their covens and then the world.”

A smile flickered to Michael’s lips. He pulled the woman into a hug, allowing himself to relish this moment of peace.

“What would I do without you?”

“Well, that’s something you’re never gonna’ have to worry about.”

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Making of Games for Interactive Displays (ECTIP)

For the six displays, I have made six games, - one game per display. I have made a ‘Follow the Line’ game, a ‘Spot the Difference’ game, a ‘Word-search’, a ‘Lift the Flap’ game, a ‘Where in the World?’ game and a ‘Maze’. 

Birds - Follow the Line:  For the Birds Interactive Display, I made a ‘Follow the Line’ game where the player must match the bird to their prey. I used three bright colours to match the bird with the food as the game needs to be easy. 

I made each game on a separate Photoshop document, the background for the final display will not be black, nor will it be of a block colour. We think the display background will be wooden, however, as the writing on the display is going to be white, it is important I match the writing on the display with the writing on the game. 

This is the complete ‘Follow the Line’ game. I drew the ‘prey’ on Photoshop so that the illustration styles all match. 

Fish - Spot the Difference:  For the Fish Interactive Display, I created a ‘Spot the Difference’ game. There are five differences in total to spot - which should be fun for a 2-6 year old.

For this Interactive Display, the background will be of the sea, so I have chosen to use a bright blue, block-colour background to create my game on. 

This is the complete ‘Spot the Difference’ game for the Fish Interactive Display. I edited the fish by duplicating the original and on a different layer, adding five edits/differences for the player to try and spot. 

Invertebrates - Word-search:  For the Invertebrates Interactive Display, I created a Word-search. I did have to simplify the names of the invertebrates, Giant African Land Snail became Snail Giant Millipede became Millipede  Malagasy Hissing Cockroach became Cockroach Or else the word search would have been too difficult for the age category we were aiming for. 

This is the process of making the Word-search, it was quite difficult to make but in the end I managed to make an effective, working Word-search. 

This is the complete Word-search for the Invertebrates Interactive Display.

Lion - Lift the Flap:  For the Lion Interactive Display, I created a ‘Lift the Flap’ style game, where the player must use hints on orange boxes to guess what animals paw print is being hidden. The choices of big cats paw prints are; Lions, Tigers, Leopards and Jaguars.

This is a screenshot of the process of making the game.

This is the complete Interactive Display game, it is quite difficult to show the game working using a drawing/diagram, but imagine the thin grey lines are the hinges that would be on the display to lift the flap to reveal the paw print and animal name. 

Monkeys - Where in the World?:  For the Monkeys Interactive Display, I made a ‘Where in the World?’ style game, where the player must use the shapes of the animals and match them to the shapes on the world map. This then tells the player where originally this animal is from/where its natural habitat is.

This is a screenshot of the making of the ‘Where in the World?’ game.

This is the complete ‘Where in the World?’ Interactive game, I am very proud of this game as this was not only my most time consuming game to make - with research having to be done about where each animal is from. But it also is my favourite and most visually pleasing game to look at. 

Small Mammals - Maze:  The final Interactive game I made was for the Small Mammals Display, for this display I made a ‘Maze’, where the player must help the African Hedgehog get to the worm - its food. 

This is a screenshot of the making of the Maze, this game also took a very long time to create. 

This is the complete Maze game for the Interactive Display, I used the same Hedgehog as the one that can be found illustrated on the display, and used the same worm I previously drew for the Birds Interactive Display game.

What next?  Next I am going to print out these six games and give them to my neighbour, who has a 4 year old son. I feel doing this is great market research for the games - it will let me know how well they are to follow, what games were easy and what games were more difficult, as well as any improvements that could be made. 

I also need to send the six games I have created to Christian to use and slightly edit to match his six Interactive Displays he has made. As he is running out of time and could use the help.

Prologue

           In a small alley off the streets of Caraz, a middle-aged woman prepared to throw away yet another perfectly good bucket of kitchen slop. A blanket of flour covered her head to toe; it clung to her skin with the aid of a glistening coat of perspiration. Regrettably, when she adjusted her grip, the pail slipped from those sweaty palms. It clattered heavily onto her foot and rolled slightly before finally coming to a rest at the edge of the light, contents barely spilled, but damage already done. She muttered a curse to the Gods and limped back to her kitchen, leaving the annoyance behind. The person observing the woman suppressed a smile; that suppression became a lot harder when the young orphans edged out from the shadows like rats towards the abandoned food. The whispers that became cheerful jeers finally drove the young woman away from the poorly lit alleyway with a flip of her long braids.

           She sucked in a deep breath of fall air; one saturated with humidity and salt and warmth. Even at night the northern city sweltered. She couldn’t idle about though. She had work to do. She made her way to the east factory sector where she should find her two companions; unfortunately, their actual presence could be influenced by almost anything under the sun. Or moon, as it would stand. However, the men did not disappoint her this time; she could see her fellow gang members’ large silhouettes casually chatting amidst a cloud of smoke. Somehow her jovial mood from before faded into the constant irritation that always lurked somewhere in her mind.

           “Cockroach, Razor,” she greeted.

           “Girl,” Razor growled back generically; she could not grow angry, for she hadn’t had a name for many years. She refused to let the gangs give her a new calling. “Good times are coming.”

           “So Surl actually won this war?” She shook her head. “I can’t believe that’s not a rumor.”

           “You’ll change your disbelief as soon as the troops disembark the trains from Battleground.” Cockroach laughed gutturally. “More food for the rich means more scraps for the poor.”

            “Why must we always live only on scraps?” She lamented. The other two grunted; she recognized the response. They thought her too young, too idealistic. Even after so many years of living in the streets forgotten by everything else. Of watching the smaller ones dig out of trash bins. She clenched her fist. “Why must we fight so hard to survive while those with magic have everything handed to them?”

           “Good question,” a clipped voice answered from the shadows.

           The other three swiveled towards it; knives appearing in every hand as cigarettes tumbled to the ground. The cloaked newcomer leaned casually against a wall, inspecting a gloved hand. She could not tell anything of his appearance; but as far as she could see, he held no weapon. She clutched her own knives tighter.

           “Good manners would be to introduce yourself, boy.” Razor warned sharply.

           “Ah, yes.” He reached up and removed the hood. A pale face with startling green eyes framed with straight, jet black hair grinned maniacally. He tilted his head to the side and she could see it, even in the dim light; pointed ears. She hissed. “My name is of no consequence.”

           “How did you get here?” Cockroach snarled, echoing the thoughts of the other two. “Why shouldn’t we kill you? I assume you don’t have a death wish. Though we would happily accommodate if you do.”

           The man smiled, unperturbed. “I come to offer you power.”

           “Why would you want to give power to Surl?”

           “Oh. Not to Surl: To individuals who happen to be Surlian. You see, I don’t quite fancy the Surlian or the Norrian governments. Apparently, my lady, you don’t either?”

           She gasped when those vivid eyes met hers. She let her hand fall a fraction of a centimeter before increasing her grip and strengthening her stance. She narrowed her eyes. “What sort of power?”

           “One stolen from the Gods of Surl.”

           Now she did drop her guard; as did the other two. “What game are you playing?!” Yelled Razor. “Did the Tigers send you?”

           “That petty gang?” The stranger laughed and the woman balked. The Tigers held the most influence in all of Caraz; maybe all of Venezia. “No; they are too short sighted, too close minded. I wouldn’t work with them. However, after only hearing some of your conversation… I can tell that you are different.”

           “How, exactly, did you steal power from the Gods?” She asked hesitantly.

           That grin grew more sinister. “Would you believe me if I said I flew to Ruso… or as you call it, Athua and back?”

           She frowned, knowing that the man’s answer told her that he wouldn’t tell them how he had come across… whatever he had come across. “Why offer it to Surl and not Norr?”

           “As I said, Surlians, not Surl. It doesn’t work on Norrians.”

           “Why?” She looked the man up and down, searching for any sign of deceit.

           It was now the man’s turn to narrow his eyes. “You ask a lot of questions for a Surlian. Regardless, it destroys Norrians.”

           “And not Surlians?” She crossed her arms.

           “Theoretically.” The man surveyed her slyly. “Though I would love to have actual subjects. If it makes you feel better, you can take that as your reason for me approaching you; merely scientific curiosity.”

           She exchanged a hard glance with her companions; but to no avail. The two of them eyed the drug greedily and without any trepidation. If he truly wanted to destroy Surl, this Norrian wouldn’t have approached individuals as inconsequential as she and her companions. She gritted her teeth. “You truly want nothing in return?”

           “For now, just more data points. Promise.” He batted his eyes innocently at her.

           She locked her glare on him. The echo of the orphans’ laughter rung in her head, as well as the screams of young women she sold off. Even if she knew it would happen eventually, if the transaction meant she alone could survive. She simply did not have the strength to change things, to make sure no one ate only scraps. But was it worth possible destruction of her own self? No price could be too high for what this man offered. She took a deep breath and stretched out her hand. “Fine. Give us power.”

(Tagged)

Rules: a) Always post the rules, answer the questions, then write 11 questions of your own. b) Tag 11 people and link them to the post. c) Tell the person who tagged you that you’ve answered their questions.

@mrsfawn​ tagged me! Thank you!! (You tagged my main account which is Taigas-den) 

I tag: ​ @skkon​ @crystalinecoyote​ @buckyflowercrown​ @misstaxidermiss​ @blackbackedjackal​

plus anyone else that wants too! Feel free to tag me so I can see, too! If you guys don’t practice any sort of magic stuff, please don’t feel obligated! Also, I wanted to answer @mrsfawn’s questions before adding my own. Please feel free to delete mine so this post doesn’t get huge. 

1. is there and animal that you identify with?

Identify with? Probably coyotes. They’re tricky, light hearted, adaptable, will eat anything, etc. 

2. Music you like to listen to when doing witch stuff?

Hmmm... usually depends on my mood? I’m not sure if I’ve listened to witch-specific music. I really like Omnia and Wyndreth ShieldMaiden. They really get me in that powerful mood. 

3 . Do you believe in spirits and ghosts?

I do. I believe everything has a spirit of sorts. The extent of that spirit’s comprehension depends on the energy it absorbs. Ghosts? For sure. 

4. what types of witchcraft do you fall under?

Um... I honestly don’t know? I started with Wicca but definitely don’t follow that anymore. I’m loosely studying heathenry but most of my stuff relies on Sun veneration and grounding. 

5. what do you collect?

Bones for sure. I like pelts but bones are more fun for me and much easier to get a hold of. Also broken glass and old rusty hardware from parking lots. 

6. favorite spell you’ve done?

Oh wow... ha I haven’t done actual spell work in a loooooonnnnnng time. My first spell I ever did was a call to the rain. The next morning, I smelled rain on the wind! It was exhilarating. Usually I just do communication work. 

7. If you collect bones/pelts do you name them? Whats your favorite name?

I name some of them. Pelts: my first coyote was Wapasha (meant little red one according to some name website) but I have since changed it to Juniper. Then there’s my big coyote Dahy (swift foot). My wolf is Bernard. I have a coyote face named Antaeus after the greek giant. My black bear pelt is Maka (Earth). 

The skulls I’ve cleaned myself usually have names. My red fox is named Reed because I pulled him out of a drainage ditch surrounded by cattails. One of my coyote skulls is Big Brother. My black bear skull is Bartholomew. 

8. Do you have any pets?

Two dogs, Vincent and Dusty. 

9. If not whats your dream pet? (you can answer this if you do have pets too!)

More dogs! I also am interested in owning arthropods like tarantulas or maybe hissing madagascar cockroaches. 

10. Dream skull or pelt (all money and legal issues taken care of)?

Oh man... I would love a camel skull, a hyena skull, a tiger skull, a wolverine skull, and a wolf skull. Pelts would be hyena, elk, moose, bison, caribou

11. whats you’re advice for fellow witches or Vultures?

Be open minded and be helpful. Everyone starts somewhere and they all don’t have the same knowledge you do. If you have information you feel would help someone, please share it. There is no such thing as a stupid question. Don’t harass someone for a beginner mistake. 

Mrsfawn’s questions:

1. Favourite metal?

Silver and copper. 

2. What is the best dish you can make?

I can make a mean fried rice. Also I cook tilapia like no other. 

3. Something you’ve always aspired to learn?

Sign language! 

4. If you could become an inanimate object, what would you be?

A cliff face or a tree. 

5. Weapon of choice?

Bow or low caliber rifle. 

6. What do you think is the best virtue someone can have?

Patience. 

7. The worst vice?

Wrath. Seeking to humiliate others. 

8. Pick three animals, land, air, and water, that best make up your spirit.

Coyote, magpie, trout

9. The star in the sky you can always see?

Orion’s belt

10. Prime temperature?

65F

11. Ideal weather?

I don’t care so long as there’s little to no wind. 

Upgraded Fig to a 12x12x12 Exo-Terra and filled it with lots of textures and good hiding spots 💜

Fig updates! She can hiss now! Nearly all of the young white spots are gone. She’s growing sooo so fast. 🥺🖤

Fig update! Here is two months of growth between now & October 3rd 🥺🖤 I love this little baby! I can’t wait to find out their gender 💓

Welcome home to the tiniest baby 🖤 A black tiger hisser nymph from Bugs In Cyberspace! Peter was so kind to send me a baby after my girl Aster passed away. I can’t wait to watch this little one grow. 💕

Fig 🌿 Already using the mini BubbleLoft from Stroodies!! I’m so happy! Grow my little one. 💕

Aster, my Black Tiger Hissing Cockroach got an enclosure upgrade the other day! I’m so happy with how it turned out 🖤

My hissy girls!! Aster, Iris, and Sage. I’ve owned Aster (Black Tiger Hisser) for 2.5 years since she was a tiny nymph. Iris and Sage (Madagascar Hissers) arrived earlier this year as adults, as I didn’t want Aster to be alone anymore. Her sister passed away last year, whom I also raised from a nymph. My two newer girls keep laying clutches of babies and I’ve given so many of them away! I guess they bred before being shipped out to me 😩 Pls stahp girls. This was taken during cleaning day when I move them to another container while I scrub their enclosure and decor.