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Hyena time!
Pick one!
Spotted Hyena (Crocuta crocuta)
Striped Hyena (Hyaena hyaena)
Brown Hyena (Parahyaena brunnea)
Aardwolf (Proteles cristata)

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I'M ON T NOW I STARTED T TODAY WASSUP BIATCHES WHOO
to celebrate me finishing my fic Like sand between your fingers, I decided to draw one of my personal favourite scenes.
I OFFICIALLY HAVE A FUCKING MASTERS DEGREE
Look at this loving family I’m about to ruin
Byyyyyyyyye

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He wasn’t afraid of loving her. He was afraid of loving her too much. He was afraid of what it meant to fall for someone and melt at their touch, to see them and feel your heart in your throat. He was afraid of losing something that wasn’t ever his but maybe it could be. He was afraid that happiness had always truly been an illusion and the last week could be taken. He understood now, truly, what Keller Dover had felt the day he almost killed Alex Jones. He understood it in his bones rather than just something of fiction and bad dreams.
His knuckles were white as he drove, the coordinates in his phone, uncaring of the rain that was coming down in sheets. His eyes were narrowed and he had that gnawing pain in his gut that told him the worst had already happened. He wondered what he’d do if he found her. How he’d react. What he’d say. Who he’d kill.
( @is-it-madness @detecellie @oscarflysaac )
This is random, but I was so shocked when your main account followed me haha.
Thanks for the follow though, hope the Sixtended Verse masterlist helps you with Percy!
Haha, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you! But yes, I think it’s very helpful! And just to see all these other ideas that are out there is very cool too! That masterlist was a great idea.
Silence settles over the conversation. Poppi scrambles to think of anything, but her mind comes up blank.
I just want something else to focus on. Anything.
Luckily, Sai comes through.
“…Be gay, do crimes?”
“Watcher, Sai,” Poppi exclaims, dropping his hands. More out of exasperation than necessity, as Sai immediately starts pouting. “Could you not think about Robin-Hood-ing for one evening?”
“What can I say?” Sai shrugs “It’s just my nature.”
Diya sighs. “Alright, but this damsel isn’t going to come save your distressed ass if you get caught.”
“Uh-huh.” Sai’s eyebrows wiggle teasingly. “Just like you didn’t make that police scanner app for me?”
Diya sputters, at a loss for words. It’s always Sai who ends up getting the best of her, Poppi thinks with a chuckle. “I didn’t! It was a school project!”
“Suuuuure babe, suuuuure.” Sai pops his food cart dinner into his mouth, completely unbothered by Diya’s rising blush and gaping mouth. But Poppi notices. And she notices the way that Pari clenches his jaw – the same way he does when he is struggling with a video game level, or that time he dropped the last egg when he was trying to make brownies. Hm.
She also notices the nightly chill pressing in on their little table.
“Can we go inside please?” Poppi rubs her legs, trying to get the blood flowing. “I’m freezing my ass off.”
Sai pouts at his half-eaten meal. “Yeah, okay…”
Before anyone can chastise Sai for being whiny, Poppi swings her legs over the bench. “I’m leaving without y’all,” she announces, hoping that they will just follow.
There’s a theory bouncing around in her mind, but she doesn’t think she’ll get any answers outside.