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REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs.
So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying.
So what’d they do?
They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!
The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
Also! Cheetahs are not in fact classified as big cats, they are simply very large lesser cats, due to the fact that they purr, meow, chirp, and cannot roar. Also many cheetahs have learned to recognize wildlife photographers are friends and not foes, so they will just come up to people and be friendly occasionally as pictured at the top of the chain. Some will even leave their Cubs with photographers to look after while they hunt. So. Yeah. Cheetahs are great
this works because cheetahs are actually fairly social animals, and they look to members of their group for context on how worried they should be about any given Situation. but since cheetahs are also nervous social animals, they can work each other into an anxiety spiral pretty easily over things like “being in an enclosed habitat” and “there’s a guy over there”.
so by introducing a dog as a member of the group, the cheetahs will now look to the dog for context clues on how worried they should be! and the dog Is Not Worried At All, Thanks, so the cheetahs think everything must be chill even if they were personally unsure about it, and they stop being so freaked out about literally everything.
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Rip's backstory? Im gonna President's day this question, actually. Major's? Dok? Do you think Schrodinger is based (in universe) on a an actual Kid? (My Headcanon)
Whoa! Thanks for the questions! I’m going to break the answers up by character for length. I touched on some of these points in a past post, so I’ll expand on them. First up, Rip Van Winkle!
Rip seems to be Zorin’s opposite; she’s the ‘Eva Braun’ to the latter’s ‘Brunhilde’. Zorin appears to represent the more agrarian population, while Rip is more the urban-dwelling socialite. She seems more refined in her style of dress and love of opera, so I would imagine she comes from a higher social class, possibly the daughter of an officer. That or she’s putting on airs to make one think she’s from a more affluent background than she really is.
I think Rip was likely born around the Rhineland, given her moniker is both Dutch and a literary reference to Irving's Rip Van Winkle because:
The Rhineland is closer to Holland than any other part of Germany. While the German ‘Von’ is more common in names, the Dutch ‘Van’ makes its way in there too: example Ludwig Van Beethoven who was originally from Bonn, Germany. So she might be of Dutch descent to some degree, too?
Irving’s novel takes place in the Hudson Valley, which Life magazine in 1939 called “America’s Rhineland” because they are a bit geographically similar.
I think Rip was born and raised on propaganda. In Dawn, her hair is braided similarly to girls and women in the BMD. She likely joined as a preteen and was active in it until her late teens or until 21. The BMD indoctrinated young women and taught a very romanticized version of German folklore and tradition coupled with the National Socialist system. That’s probably what lends to Rip’s more silly, girlish, and romantic personality and outlook on the events in Hellsing. A lot of the BMD’s teaching also focused on the “self-sacrifice’’ women should make to further the cause of the party, which seems to match her sacrificing herself to further Millennium's goals to keep Alucard stuck at sea for a bit to launch their attack.
She likely voluntarily joined the Aufseherin, too. I think Rip (and Zorin to an extent in terms of sheer brutality and rural upbringing) is based on Irma Grese the most. Grese is described as being beautiful, immaculately dressed, and one of the most sadistic female guards. That description seems to fit Rip and her gleeful enjoyment of Mill’s actions.
Given her entrance in Hellsing: The Dawn (she’s K.O.’d like immediately) and moniker, I think Rip is out cold for pretty much the entirety of the Hellsing Raid and misses the rest of WW2. In Irving’s novel, Rip Van Winkle falls asleep for 20 years and misses the American Revolution. This leads me to think that Hellsing Rip is out for an extended period as well due to the karate chop from Alu’s coffin to the back of her head.
I think the hit also caused some extensive head trauma and forced the Doktor to work on her shortly after the raid. In the opening of Dawn, Millennium is experimenting on POW’s and only seems to be able to create ghouls, not the more advanced bootleg vampires, yet. I think Rip was one of the first, if not the original successful FREAK. I also believe she fell flat on her face and chipped her teeth after being knocked out, and Dok filed them into points, giving Rip her signature smile.
Due to her unconsciousness and missing parts of the war, I think Mill’s higher-ups (namely Major) gave her the moniker Rip Van Winkle as a joke.
I believe the wack to the head messed with Rip’s memory too, possibly giving her amnesia, and is one of the reasons why she’s so attached to Der Freischütz. I think she always enjoyed opera. Those with amnesia, while they might forget past events, loved ones, have been known to have their musical memory still intact. I think this is one of the reasons she’s so obsessed with the opera and strongly relates to it; it’s one of the strongest things she can remember and thus relates to it waaay too hard. (Wouldn’t feel bad for her. The whole aftermath of the Hellsing Raid is pure speculation on my part. Rip’s scarily loyal to Mill, so she’s terrible through and through.)
Her being called Rip Van Winkle showcases how her, and by extent all of Millennium, are stuck in the past and are resistant to change. Irving’s story is a cautionary tale about wasting your life away, and Mill, well, they waste their lives trying to get revenge/overcome the supernatural/prove their superiority.
Her catchphrase “Tinker tailor soldier sailor, my bullet punishes all without distinction” is a reference to the old ‘Tinker, Tailor’ game/nursery rhyme children used to use to identify who was “it” in a game of tag. I think it highlights how childish Rip is, she views shooting someone kin to playing deadly tag.
In the novel Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, named after the same rhyme, British SIS agents track down a Soviet spy in their ranks. I think this also references how Rip got on the Eagle using British naval forces that betrayed the crown in return for vampirism.
I have no fucking idea where the hell she got the Jezail rifle from. They were really popular with Afghan troops, especially during the Anglo-Afghan war. I think it’s supposed to add insult to injury that she’s using a musket that devastated British forces in 1800′s before while also reinforcing how behind the times she is.
She seems to personally relate to Kaspar in Der Freischütz, who in the opera makes a deal with Samuel, an evil spirit/the devil known as Black Huntsman, for magic bullets. However Rip got her powers, I imagine it took her (with the help of Mill/Dok) summoning an evil spirit and making a deal with it that enabled her to shoot cursed bullets.
The fact that Rip and Zorin are a part of Mill highlights that they’re both highly effective soldiers. Their leadership roles are also one of the things that show how unorthodox Major is at running his organization. Women participated in military service, but it was very regimented because the Nazi’s were, in a word, conservative. Women served alongside men, but they could never give their male soldiers orders. Both Rip and Zorin are officers with troops under their command, so they must be good at what they do, even if Rip is a bit of a ditz at times.
Rip is the only one who is scared shitless of Alucard when she first sees him. She seems slightly more ‘realistic’ about her capabilities, but goes through with being bait, cementing her extreme loyalty to Mill’s cause. However, the way she talks about Alucard makes me wonder if she’s aware that they are truly fighting the actual Dracula. Rip seems to believe Alucard IS Samuel to some degree(???). The way Major builds up this idea in her flashback leads me to believe Major isn’t 100% truthful about what exactly Mill is fighting or their end goal (even to higher-ranking officers) and is fine letting his soldiers believe in whatever gets them to do what he wants (read: die horribly).
Rock Lee with an s/o that has to tell him to stop during sex because they become, lightheaded, nauseous and shaky (like a bad sudden subdrop) by overestimating their stamina/limits. Some sweet comfort and aftercare 💕
Aftercare
(Rock Lee x reader) fluff // 1.2k words
cws: brief nsfw scene, subdrop
// 18+ minors dni! //
The sound of heavy breathing and pleasured gasps mixed together in the otherwise silent room. You weren’t sure how long it had been or how many times Lee had managed to push you over the edge with his talented fingers, mouth, and now with his manhood sheathed inside you as he continued to rut into you with a determination only he could manage, but enough time had passed that your vision was blurry as you gazed up at his flushed face above you. His wide eyes focused intently on the way your lips parted as you let out small mewls, every flutter of your eyelids as his hips met yours which each of his thrusts.
He shifted his position slightly and that was it, you were unralleving under him for the upteenth time that night, the euphoria of your orgasm ripping through your body with a force that made you shake. The pleasure subsided as he slowed his pace, helping you ride out your high, but your body was still on high alert, the shaking in your legs refusing to subside. Suddenly, the room began to spin and the heat in your abdomen was replaced with a sickly churning feeling. Your mind was racing so fast that at first you couldn’t even force your lips to form the safeword you two had prepared for this very moment, the first broken syllable caught in the back of your throat.
In a last ditch effort to steady yourself you put your hands on his chest and mouthed the word the two of you had agreed upon for this very situation, hoping it would be clear enough to get the message across. Immediately he stopped his movements, his thick brows furrowing in worry at the pained grimace that had replaced the blissful expression you’d worn just moments before.
“(Y/n)?” the concerned sound of his voice sounded far away. “Are you okay my love?”
“Y-yes,” you said breathlessly, heart threatening to beat out of your chest, “I just… just give me a second.”
Without a second’s hesitation he pulled out and laid down beside you, his fingers moving to brush away the tear that you hadn’t even noticed had begun to dribble down your cheek. “Of course. You did so well, flower. So beautiful,” he muttered the words like a prayer and placed a gentle kiss on your nose. You nodded weakly in agreement, letting your eyes flutter closed as you took a shaky breath and let him pull you onto his chest.
“I’m right here, you’re safe,” he whispered.
Rather than focus on the way your stomach turned with the slight movement or the sinking feeling that crept in with the waning of your high you turned your attention to the steady thrumming of his heart and the warm, solid feeling of his body against yours. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, and slowly but surely the room slowed its spinning as you matched your breaths with his and half-listened to the soft praises and reassuring words he was whispering in your ear. When he was satisfied that your breathing had slowed back to it’s normal pace and the shivering in your body subsided, he shifted his weight off the mattress and you wrapped your legs around him instinctively as he lifted you up and moved towards the door of the bedroom. With your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck you couldn’t see where he was going but you knew the layout of his apartment well enough to know he was headed to the bathroom to run a hot shower for the two of you. He didn’t even put you down, just leaned over to start the water and then straightened back up, rocking back and forth on his feet as he rubbed slow circles on the small of your back.
He caressed your cheek gently and looked down into your eyes, concern laced into his soft tone, “Did I push you too far, my love?”
You gave him a small nod, an embarrassed blush turning your cheeks pink, “It was just a little overwhelming, you know? I’m sorry-“
“Shh, do not be ridiculous,” he put a calloused finger to your lips. “You never have to apologize for your boundaries, (y/n). Your comfort is my top priority. Always.” He finished with a quick peck on your nose, finally drawing out a smile from your tired face.
You’d known you didn’t need to, it was only instinct. Lee would never let you feel guilty for anything if he could help it. When you first introduced the idea of a safe word to Lee he’d been surprised, almost appalled, but never hesitant. “What could possibly be unsafe about making love?” he’d asked, innocent face twisted by genuine confusion, but agreed to a word that would stop things without further question. Anything to please you. It didn’t quite go as planned the first time you had to use it. He nearly lost it — tears pouring as he apologized profusely for hurting you, how could he do such a thing to his precious flower?! Not that you’d been hurt at all, it was just that keeping up with the handsome devil of the Leaf and his unrivalled stamina was a challenge even for you.
After a few bouts of trial and error and some patient conversations about your limits though, the two of you had found this comfortable routine devoid of any obligation or guilt.
Steam was beginning to fill the room now, fogging the mirror, and so he let you down gently from his arms so the two of you could step into the warmth of the shower together. As he held you in his athletic, capable arms, the hot water ran over your muscles and pulled away what little unease was left inside with the rising steam. It felt cozy in the tiny cubicle despite the lack of room, the closeness between your bodies the furthest thing from a nuisance, though it did make the task of washing a little awkward. He bumped his elbows a few times as he washed you off gently, but the relaxed expression you wore, eyes closed as a content smile turned up the corner of your lips ever so slightly as his soapy hands ran over your naked skin made it worth it. He didn’t even wince once.
When you were both clean he stopped the water and wrapped you in a fluffy towel, carrying you once more to his bed where he laid you down with care, climbing in next to you under the blankets. Your eyelids were drooping at this point, exhausted from the night’s activities and now thoroughly serene as a result of Lee’s tender actions.
“Thank you,” you whispered, voice thick with sleep, “I love you, Lee.”
“I love you too, (y/n). You’re my whole world.” He placed a quick kiss on your head and was about to go on, explaining how there was no need to thank him, it was his pleasure to care for you — but a moment later he heard a faint snore signalling your slumber and instead he smiled, looking down at your sleeping form before he trained his gaze on the starry sky outside his window.
Maybe it was silly, but he picked one and wished on it. That you’d sleep well tonight in his arms, and that you’d want to every night for the rest of your life. He didn’t need to wish though, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.
Natural Black Hair Tutorial!
Usually Black hair is excluded in the hair tutorials which I have seen so I have gone through it in depth because it’s really not enough to tell someone simply, “Black hair is really curly, draw it really curly.”
The next part of Black Hair In Depth will feature styles and ideas for designing characters and I will release it around February. If you would like to see certain styles, please shoot me a message!
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