#strigimorphaes

Thoughts on what we are seeing here?

This green Mads is definitely indicating an interest in courtship!

Rarely seen until a few years ago, green Madses are currently outcompeting both Wouts and Jaspers for territory (green Wouts are now sadly very rare indeed, especially in France). Green Madses have become one of the most commonly seen colour morphs, and are built for speed, rather than the raw power of the common Mads.

This Mads is pictured leaning forwards with one leg raised, demonstrating his strong thigh muscles, so essential for chasing his prey. The "legs-parted" stance is characteristically seen in a Mads who is advertising his fitness as a mate, and is only reinforced by the fact he is leaning forward.

His intended partner appears to be an Anders, a Danish species that is often observed as the hunting partner of the Mads. Although this is not a true symbiosis, the two species are regularly found hunting together. A wild Anders will harry prey, driving it towards a Mads who will make the actual kill. They will then share a social feeding.

HAPPY HALLOWEENIE lets all enjoy remcobaby today^_^

Why thank you! While I appreciate your trust in my artistic taste, I know almost nothing about Dostoevsky tv/film adaptations - I have such a strong attachment to the books that I just never had much interest in adaptations. The most that I've seen is a few brief bits of what I think was a Russian tv series adaption of the The Brothers K that @crystallllines showed me a while back, but I haven't seen nearly enough of it to speak on its quality - maybe she can tell you whether it's good or not?

And while I can't recall anyone else that I know on here vouching for the quality of a Dostoevsky screen adaptation, maybe @dostoyevsky-official or @karamazovdmitri would know? If anyone that I haven't mentioned has some recommendations and wants to chime in please do so!

Oh my goodness, wow.  You are the first person to ask about this!  I’m so glad you enjoyed 😊💖  

grad school kicked my ass so I might only have like… one(?) more chapter that I can post?  in the meantime, if you want more rhys, you can check out my dnd asmr video or my dnd storytime.  I plan on making MORE content like that (as Rhys) on my channel, so if you enjoy them, be sure to subscribe so you won’t miss any updates <3

3. How much planning do you have done?

 None baby!! I was originally going to write my 12 dancing princesses novel I’ve planned for AGES now

but I found myself really bored and unable to write it, so I looked in my random ideas folders for anything and found a couple paragraphs about Molly. And I knew had to write that

I’ve been making the plot up each page, but that seems to be working so far

11. What are your MCs names?

Molly Jones- main character

Mouser Moses- her cat

I am so sorry for forgetting about this for so long!

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

I’ve got all my standard ones (Mina/Jonathan, various dark heroine/villain ships, Mrs. Lovett/teenage Toby, etc.)  Recently, though, I’ve been feeling contrarian about the (totally understandable!) Irene/Sherlock backlash on tumblr, and would be into any stories that did a good job with them.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

Ah yes. Well I was on a camping trip with my dad, who, while he meant well, could be very oblivious. This particular camp was pretty fancy and offered an event where you could go horseback riding. 

Remember, I was a teeny five-year-old. And I wanted to go. Horses were cool. Horses were the closest my little self would ever get to a unicorn. And I suspected, naturally, that I’d actually find one amongst the horses somehow. 

So the day of the horseback riding option dawned. I’m excited as fuck. My dad is tolerant and oblivious. We approach the corral where the horses were kept before you’d go off on a trail by the beach and through the woods off down a hill. 

I discovered that horses were BIG. Motherfucking giants. Nevertheless, I persisted. Even if they looked Sliphnir-like and could probably eat me. They were like unicorns damn it, and I was determined. And five. 

My dad, oblivious, plopped me on the back of one horse. By myself. At five. In hindsight, someone probably should have said something about sticking me there with no instruction and all alone. But I assume there was a lot going on and people probably trusted my dad’s judgement, or thought, perhaps, I was some kind of tiny horse riding prodigy. 

I say nay, or rather neigh. The group of horse riders set off, my Father on an entirely different one with the rest of the crowd. The crowd which was drawing away from me because how the fuck did you make the horse go?

And then a minute later ohgodhowdoimakeitSTOP!?

The horse panicked as the group got too far ahead. It fucking JUMPED. And took off RUNNING down a hill while my dumbass dropped the reigns and clung to its neck screaming in terror. 

I don’t actually remember how I got off. What happened to the horse, what my dad did or said. But for years I remembered the sheer terror of these horrifying giants.