Meet Laiken Mallow~ they’re an anxious little opossum and quite mossy. They have a horned dynastic that is basically a puppy that travels around with them. They’re also working on training a bee (an apiseer maybe?), but I’m not sure if their heart is in the task. Maybe they would just rather sit and draw the plants and animals around them…
The common ringtail possum is an Australian marsupial. It lives in a variety of habitats and eats a variety of leaves of both native and introduced plants, as well as flowers, fruits and sap. This possum also consumes a special type of faeces that is produced during the daytime when it is resting in a nest. This behaviour is called caecotrophy and is similar to that seen in rabbits. The common ringtail possum weighs between 550 and 1100 g and is approximately 30–35 cm long when grown. The common ringtail possum is nocturnal and well adapted to arboreal life. It relies on its prehensile tail and rarely descends to the ground. They communicate with soft, high-pitched, and twittering calls.
Tag warnings: the smallest mention of drug use, smut, swearing, some mention of parental abuse, some religious references, criminal activity, single mom. Probably some wrong use of legal terms in the Korean context. To my Korean friends, please correct me, I’m here to learn from you. I tried to research as much as I can, and also consulted someone living in SK for this fic. But I’m sure there are mistakes. I ask for your forgiveness.
Willow, Max, Bunny, Jie, Madz, Ana, Em, Mina, Hopie, Rei, if not for you, this fic would not be fucking possible. At all. Dedicated to you all. Because you walk with me.
Banner made by the beautiful and stunning Mina @bangtanmademedoit. She’s pure genius.
Sam. Wow. I’m lying here crying, just stunned at the heartwrenching story of redemption you’ve told here. And then that note at the end. My heart ached for everyone, for OC and Gi, for Namjoon and his eomma, for the appas who left and the appas who stayed. You wove this tale so deftly, so beautifully.
thank you Sunny! I’m so touched by your words. This fic. Not possible without you. Without possums.
Urban Wyrd: A mode not a genre. A sense of otherness within the narrative, experience, image or feeling concerning a densely human-constructed area or the in-between spaces and edge-lands bordering the bucolic and the built -up: Or surrounding modern technology with regard to another energy at play or in control: be it supernatural, spiritual, historical, nostalgic or psychological. Possibly…
if you see an dead opossum in the road PLEASE check to make sure it’s not a momma with babies! it could be the difference between life and death for babies like these
