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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 9 months

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Man’s Best Friend

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean get you a furry friend, but things don’t turn out how they thought.

“Is that what I think it is?” You whispered as though speaking louder would shatter the air, and the sight in front of you with it.

“Well that depends. If you think it’s an Ewok, then no, it’s not. But if you think it’s a puppy…” Dean broke off with a grin when you squealed, cuddling the puppy to your chest.

“I can keep him? Like? For real?”

“Well we figured with the bunker, he’d have a nice home and you’d have some company,” Sam put in.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You squealed, jumping up and hugging both of your brothers.

“Anytime, kiddo,” Dean chuckled.

“As long as you look after it,” Sam added.

…

You and Hero became inseparable from the day you met. When he was a puppy, you carried the golden retriever around with you everywhere, and as soon as he was big enough, he followed you everywhere.

He slept in your bed at night, cuddled with you on the couch, and sat at your feet in the library.

Your brothers wouldn’t have had any problem with your bond had the dog not hated them. Well, hate was a strong word, but Hero wouldn’t let them near you. Every time Sam tried to sit next to you in the library, or Dean tried to sit with you on the couch, Hero would growl, even bark, and they were forced to give up their usual spot next to you in order to appease the dog.

“Hey kid, can we talk?” Sam stepped towards you, but backed off when Hero started to growl.

“About what?” You asked, calming Hero with a gentle pat to the head.

“About him,” Dean gestures to the dog, and you frowned, your brows drawing together.

“What about him?”

“Are you joking?” Sam scoffed. “He hates us. I mean, we can’t get near you without-“ Hero barked, and Sam sighed, gesturing to him. “That.”

“He’s just a little protective,” you muttered. “Not exactly unlike you guys.”

“Yeah well, can you call the guard dog off?” Dean demanded. “Because it’s getting ridiculous.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” you admitted. “He likes being close to me, and he’s just not used to you guys.”

“Ok, well then let’s get him used to us,” Sam suggested.

“Is he really so bad?” You knelt next to Hero, smiling when he licked your face.

In response, Dean took a half step towards you, and Hero responded with a harsh bark.

“I guess that’s your answer.”

…

“Hero!” Your dog came running from Sam’s side at the sound of your voice.

“Hey, we were making progress,” Sam insisted. Over the past few days, he and Dean had been slowly getting closer to Hero, and Sam was starting to notice that you seemed alarmed at their progress.

“Yeah, he just needs food,” you muttered, not meeting Sam’s eye as you led Hero to the kitchen.

“Is it just me or has she been acting weird lately?” Dean asked as he stepped to Sam’s side.

“Oh, definitely weird,” Sam insisted.

“She doesn’t seem too happy with us getting acquainted with her dog,” Dean observed.

“I noticed. Should we talk to her about it?”

“Talk to who about what?” You stepped into the library, Hero in tow.

“Nothing,” Dean said. “Hey, how about I take Hero out to the park? Maybe he’ll like me more if we play some fetch.”

“Um…actually I think I’m gonna give him a bath,” you stepped away from Dean, and he didn’t miss the way Hero’s ears perked up, the way they did when he sensed your nervousness.

“Are you ok?” Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Sam’s lack of subtlety.

“I’m fine,” the phrase came out almost as a question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Why don’t you want us near the dog?” Dean figured that if Sam was going to be so conspicuous, they might as well just ditch subtlety altogether.

“I never said that,” you muttered, suddenly very focused on your hands as you petted Hero.

“Didn’t have to,” Dean insisted. “So what’s up?”

At first Dean thought you weren’t going to answer, but finally you spoke, keeping your eyes averted.

“He’s mine.”

“What?”

You sighed, kneeling on the ground to be closer to your dog, “Look, this is gonna make me sound like a jerk, but it’s just…I-I was worried Hero might like you guys more than me.” You glanced up to meet Dean’s eye for a split second before returning your gaze to Hero.

“He’s your dog,” Sam insisted, “he’s not gonna-“

“You’re great with dogs, and-and Dean has that…I don’t know, that ‘I’m in charge’ attitude that dogs like.” Your arms subconsciously tightened around Hero as you spoke. “I-I thought that if you guys started playing with him more…he might like you better.”

“Hey,” Dean knelt next to you so that he could look you in the eye, and he noticed Hero leaning his body closer to you. “You raised him, ok? He’s not gonna forget that.” Dean reached out and gently scratched behind Hero’s ear. “There’s nothing I could do that would make this dog like me more than you, he’s obsessed with you, I mean look at him.”

You smiled softly as you ran your fingers through Hero’s soft fur, “Yeah, I guess.”

“And I promise, we’re never gonna try to make that happen,” Sam chimed in, joining his siblings in the floor. “But if we’re all gonna cohabitate, we need to make sure this guy at least tolerates us.”

You giggled as Hero sniffed Sam suspiciously.

“I understand.”

“Besides,” Dean added, getting to his feet, “That mutt took my place on the couch, and every once in a while he’s gonna have to share you with us.”

You giggled again, standing at the same time as Sam and looking down at Hero.

“I think maybe I can get him to do that.”

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grizzersmamma · 9 months

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Son of Zmei | Fae AU | Nikto x F!Reader | Part 2.

Overview: Nikto confronts Mr. Petrov & Reader gets a visitor who drops some new information.

A/N: Second part babyyyyy! I’m on a roll now. Shorter than the last part, but the next one should be a bit longer. Continuation of my little Nikto fic based on the Fae AU by @ghouljams

Warnings: Murder, Arson.

Series Masterlist: Here

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The man kneeling at Nikto’s feet is quivering like a leaf in the breeze, head pressed to the floor in a deeply exaggerated bow. It does little to quell the simmering rage that burns just under his skin, leaving him to huff out a plume of smoke in his agitation. Clearly, this pathetic excuse for a human doesn’t understand what kind of situation he’s in.

“Mighty Zmei, forgive me for failing you,” the irritating cretin pleads, “allow me to try again, I can do better!”

He can’t help the growl that rumbles out of him, one of his lips curling to show off his pointed canine. “You offered a life, willingly given, in exchange for your own,” he hisses, starting to circle the human, “you think I cannot take a human if I desire one?” Petrov jumps at his sharp tone, mouth opening and closing silently.

“O-Of course not, I-”

“You think I am a fool? You would try to deceive me? To break your word by offering the life of another who has not agreed?” His words get louder with each passing syllable, sharp teeth now on full display in a horrifying snarl.

“Never, All Powerful Zmei! I could never hope to trick someone so wise!” the coward grovels, stinking of fear.

The black shepherd dog snaps it’s jaws at the man’s face and the raven, perched on one of the chairs, caws angrily. The animals are growing restless at the clear disrespectful behaviour of the human, goading Nikto into action. “We have given you a chance to repay us, the deal is off.”

It seems Petrov has some spine, for the man straightens, “merciful Zmei, to throw away the years of work I have dedicated to you, it would-it would be foolish!”

The heads of all three dark figures, man, bird and dog, all snap to glare at the human. “We are no fool!” their voices join together, speaking as one entity. Their bodies have begun to shift, twisted and drawing together, the lines between the three different creatures growing blurred. “We require your services no longer.”

Minutes later, Nikto, the dog and the raven stand together in the street. They watch as the house belonging to Petrov burns steadily, flames casting dancing shadows across the nearby houses. The smoke does not bother them, nor the heat.

Eventually, they turn to leave.

The raven flies off ahead, while the man and dog walk. “Return to the female. She is oblivious, too fragile to be near so many Fae,” he spits the word in disgust.

“Would such a weak creature be a suitable mate?” the dog replies, an exact copy of Nikto’s voice.

He simply snorts, “we are strong enough for the two of us,” he says simply. The two part ways, Nikto to return to their home and the dog to return to his duty protecting their newest prize.

When the sun rises, you wake with a large, furry body pressed up against you. It startles you, until you recall the events of yesterday. You had been exhausted after returning home, emotionally and physically drained from needing to walk so far back to your home after enduring such a terrifying encounter. The dog had refused to leave when you’d tried to shoo it away and, reluctantly, you decided to allow the canine into your home.

It would be wrong for you to abandon the poor dog after it had followed you all the way back to your house. The man who owned him was a creep, but you couldn’t find it in you to leave an innocent dog out in the street where anything could happen to it.

The dog in question wriggles about slightly to get comfortable, kicking you with big paws while whining loudly. Clearly, he was unhappy with you disturbing his rest, because he rolls over, putting his back to you with a rather dramatic sigh. It’s admittedly rather adorable, even if you don’t recall inviting the animal into your bed. The blanket you’d put on the floor for him is untouched, clearly not good enough for the massive ball of black fur.

“You need to go home, buddy,” you mumble, stroking the animal’s silky fur. You know it’s not safe to have an unknown dog in your home at all, let alone sharing your bed, but you get the feeling you aren’t in any real danger.

This thought is confirmed when the dog turns its head to try and nose at your fingers, offering them a small lick.

When you finally gather the strength needed to get out of bed, the dog is more than happy to follow after you, hopping down from the mattress and onto the floor with a loud thump. It treks through the house, patiently watching while you complete your morning routine.

You don’t have any dog food in the house, so you offer him some leftovers from your dinner a few nights ago after ensuring there isn’t anything poisonous to dogs in it. He doesn’t seem to mind the food, snapping it up at rapid speed.

Not needing to be at work (and not planning on going back), you’re sitting comfortably on the living room couch, a warm drink in hand, while your canine companion takes up the rest of the couch. You had attempted to tell him not to climb on the cushions, not wanting dog hair shedding all over everything, but your words fell on deaf ears. So now, you sit on the furthermost cushion with the dog resting its huge head on your thigh.

After a little bit of Googling on your phone, you believe you’ve figured out what breed the dog is. He’s huge and fluffy, clearly built for a cold climate and likely a livestock guardian dog of some kind. It took a while, but you managed to narrow it down to a Caucasian shepherd thanks to the abundance of pictures on Google Images.

He’s sweet, but you’re not sure you’d be able to afford to feed such a huge dog, especially now you’re abandoning your job. It would be best for you to drop the dog off at the local vet. He’s probably microchipped, and if not, you’re sure they’ll be able to track the owner down. Such a huge dog is probably fairly memorable to someone who will know how to find his owner.

You’re startled from your peaceful morning by a knocking at your door.

The dog leaps to his feet, scampering to the front door with a snarl on his face. He starts barking, pacing back and forth. You’re a little anxious to try and get between the dog and the door, but he thankfully seems to back off once you draw close.

When you pull the door open, you’re met by a police officer. “Good morning, miss,” the man seems anxious, glancing warily at the massive dog growling at him from behind you.

“Hi,” you greet slowly, unsure, “is there something I can help you with?”

After confirming your identity, the man sighs softly, offering you a sympathetic smile, “I’m very sorry, but I’m here to inform you that your employer, Mister Petrov unfortunately passed away last night.” You blink at that, swallowing nervously, but the man must not notice, for he continues, “there was a fire at his apartment block.”

“Oh... that’s horrible...” you’re not sure how to respond to that, stunned.

Were you responsible for what happened? Was the strange, masked man, Nikto, responsible? A nervous sweat breaks out across your forehead.

“A lawyer will be around shortly to discuss the assets afforded to you.”

“The assets?” you asks.

“Ah, yes, it appears Mister Petrov left you some of his assets in his will, miss,” the officer smiles, oblivious to your internal battle. He offers you a brief farewell that you numbly return before leaving you once more to your own devices.

The dog offers you a bark, nudging at your side when you continue to stare after the officer’s retreating form, snapping you out of your stupor. With a deep sigh, you step back into your home and close the door. You gently lean your head against the door, taking a moment to collect yourself.

When you turn around, the dog is staring at you intensely.

“What?” you ask him with a snort, as though he could actually respond to you.

“You are a strange human,” the dog says.

You faint on the spot.

#writing #call of duty modern warfare #cod nikto #nikto call of duty #nikto x reader #tf 1fae1 #fae au

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dancingwiththoughts · 17 days

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Medwhump May Day 4: Sedated

So I wasn't too sure how to write sedation, so I figured that drugging was good enough. Here's a little excerpt from on of my fanfics that I'll link below, along with a quick sketch.

TW: Drugging

But if he was going to knock Alastor out, he’d need something stronger.

Normally, Angel was strongly opposed to drugging people. He’d had it done to him plenty of times, and it wasn’t pleasant. But this was a special case; if Alastor wouldn’t rest on his own, Angel was going to make him.

And it wasn’t like he was going to use anything dangerous.

Angel opened up one of the cabinets, moving aside a pile of plates. And there was the medicine.

Charlie had hidden small stashes of meds around the hotel; she didn’t know that Angel had found most of them, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

Angel dug around a bit until he found what he was looking for. The bottle of melatonin was still full. He grabbed a handful of pills, crushing them up and sprinkling them into the cup of coffee. He didn’t really count out how many he put in, but it would probably be fine.

“Here ya go,” Angel strolled back into the lobby, passing Alastor the cup.

He took it, mumbling a quick thanks before taking a sip.

Angel couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, so Vaggie’s going to go first,” Charlie announced, dragging her girlfriend to sit in the chair she had placed in front of everyone,”So Vaggie will sit in the chair like this, and then I’ll sit in the chair behind her. I’m going to take a picture from the pile and describe it to her, but there’s a list of words that I can’t say. Vaggie then has to draw what I tell her! Does that make sense to everyone?”

Everyone made sounds of approval. Except for Alastor, who yawned, nodding. They both sat down, and started the game.

“Okay, Vaggie, so draw a large eyed furry creature with a tail that has floppy ears. It’s a common human pet.”

Vaggie scribbled something down,”Okay, I’m done.”

“So what did you draw?”

“Alastor?”

Charlie frowned,”What? It’s a dog, how did you-”

Vaggie shook her head, pointing towards the deer demon,”No, Charlie. Look at Alastor.”

Everyone turned. Alastor’s eyes were closed, his head falling against the back of the chair. His ears twitched slightly, breaths mixed with the faded sounds of radio.

“Oh my gosh, he’s so cute,” Charlie squealed.

“Surprised he actually fell asleep,” Husk muttered.

“You’re welcome; and no need ta’ whisper, he’s gonna be out for a looong time,” Angel chuckled.

“Umm, what?” Vaggie asked.

“Angel, what did you do?”

“Relax, toots, I just slipped ‘im some melatonin in his drink.”

“You drugged him?! Angel, how much did you use? And where did you even find the medicine?” Charlie exclaimed.

“Eh, just seven or so. I wasn’t sure how much ta use, but he’ll be fine. He ain’t gonna die from some sleeping pills. Besides, he was gonna need ta sleep one way or another.”

#hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #sickfic #writing #fanfic #whump #art #alastor #hazbin alastor #sick #medwhump may #medicine #melatonin thoughts

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frindoka · 6 months

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my art timeline :-)

hi! i’m making this because i was inspired by maxpawb’s post i saw on toyhouse , which then led me to look at all my own art that is still somehow intact in my storage. this only details stuff from when i started posting online, not from when i started drawing traditionally as a wee lad. partially because my sketchbooks are lost and partially because i never really wrote down dates on my art to begin with.

a lot of dates are lost, due to the aforementioned problem of me not writing things down.. and also i have awful dissociative memory problems so there’s way too many gaps in my life. but i really did want to do this to see how much i could find & how much i could recollect.

content warning for VERY brief mentions of grooming, as well as minor mentions of real shitty friends

everything is under the cut! there might be another rb if or when i hit the image limit. curse you, tumblr.

date: ??? , i had to be around like. 11 at the time

this was when i joined warriors amino and i deleted my account because i got in trouble for having social media, LMAO. i eventually came back with a new one though. this is probably one of the only surviving art pieces from when i was THIS YOUNG, everything’s on an ipad that’s so broken it won’t even charge

i learned how to use the smudge tool on ibispaint at this time and thought i was the coolest bitch on the block for my blending

may 2019, i was like 12

my return to amino (and brief period on deviantart, which i never used again lmao) i was specifically on wings of fire amino + warriors amino. i was obsessed with airbrush shading.

this is one of my first fursonas which was a wings of fire fanflight called kitsunewings or smth. and also my first species character (he predated the dragon), a bayfox, which was drawn in krita. i never used krita again after this. coincidentally, i was also never active in bayfoxes after submitting him.

i crawled back to ibispaint no matter how many new free programs i tried.. (also tried firealpaca once. i couldn’t even figure out how to draw a line…)

may 2019, 12

the rise of my longest lasting fursona. she got stolen on a shitty app called anime maker once. i can’t remember if she’s older than the dragon, andromeda, but her older iterations definitelt are. this character was just the FIRST first fursona that i actually called that, since i didn’t even really know what a furry was at first

june 2019, 12

my first commission that i sold for like 30 deviantart points (i only used the site for commission purposes, as mentioned before i never really used it lmao)

also i tried to make a closed species on wings of fire amino. second image. it was terribly stressful ; this was around the time i met my longest lasting group of friends (hi freak bin! 5 years <3) and.. some of the worst people i’ve ever met in my life at the same time, LMAOOO

also here’s this kokichi ouma dog i made before i even knew what danganronpa was. i would find out much later, unfortunately

march 2020, still 12 (cause of my august birthday 😒)

there’s a really big gap in my files here. sad! my art kicks into gear at this point tbh, i like how i did the lines. wish i had the energy for such clean lineart still :-(

i think around this time i lost contact with the people who were my groomers (which i would realize later) and i’m thankful that i don’t even remember what their names are.

april 2020 - july 2020, 12

okay these aren’t awful actually. HOW WAS MY ART SO DETAILED. i admire baby frets power, jesus christ

i also did a design raffle when i hit 500 amino followers which is still the most i’ve ever gotten as a following. pretty crazy, i wonder who owns this dude now, i still think they’re cute

august 2020, 13

wow i’m 13 now look at that. i had to go digging for this one, only one i could find that was remotely close to my birthday (it’s the 25th!) this was a drawing for my friend bea lol

was still friends with some pretty shitty people from wings of fire amino, and it was really taking a toll on me. i don’t remember drawing as often as i used to during that time because of all of that.

december 2020, 13

i wish i could still draw backgrounds.. i need more practice

january 2021, 13

okay honestly these are really cute. i don’t know wtf kind of motivation i had for this much detail. the shading is pretty damn good

april 2021, 13

still going strong with the shading and backgrounds. not much to say around this time either lol. the first one is an older design of mine, but they’re pretty damn cute.. i wonder what happens to the desgins i lose track of? but ik this guy has a toyhouse profile i just refuse to look through my like. 200 pages of character designs on there…

july 2021, 13

PUDDLE! PUDDLE OH HOW I MISS YOU. my original favorite oc, i got so much art of him & drew him so much he reached 100 pieces in less than a month. i also met my best friend through this dude.

my art got.. blocky? here? idk what i was doing with all of that but it lasts for a while. lol

october 2021, 14

one year older and i got neo twewy for my birthday and it changed my life permanently. in several ways. anyhow, here’s frindoka furries.. they live in my files forever and will never b drawn again because they got redesigned several more times LOLLLLL

this is the month after i broke off permanently from my shitty old friends, with support of some other friends of mine. thank you guys… i did proceed to get harassed and made paranoid over my text messages by the shitty friends cause they were mad i got one of them banned from a furry adopts server for being literally dangerous. i do know it was them bc it was admitted to & they were some of the only people i gave my phone number to. i was kind of dumb for that

i was happy after my birthday because 13 was one of the worst years of my life. literal constant spirals and breakdowns because this is when i realize i was, in fact, groomed. i’m well and handling it better now.

january 2022, 14

my first d&d character, the mark of my eventual spiral into heath insanity… shadow how i miss you. i ended up redesigning them later on

march 2022, 14

i got into a pokemon arpg around this time and it took over my life for MONTHSSSS. kind of a shitty community in it though, but i appreciate how it improved my artwork. i’m back at the backgrounds! it’s shut down indefinitely now. rip eeveemporium

april 2022, 14

I FOT BACK INTO WAKFUUUU😭😭😭 also got pretty comfortable in my identity as a transgender nonbinary person, but i would get MORE comfortable about my identity later on :-)

this is going to be continued in a reblog because i did, in fact, hit the image limit. oopsie daisies

#my art #art timeline

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beechersnope · 7 months

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trick of treat!! pairing of ur choice 🫶🫶🫶

um. have dando furry p*rn i guess (dog/cat hybrids). 😭

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Daniel watched Lando wander up the long driveway from the security cameras, pressing the button on the gate to let her into the courtyard, then the lock on the front door when she reached the steps. She had a starry-eyed wonder in her face, an enchantment borne from innocence. To her, everything in Daniel’s life must have been a novelty. He almost felt guilty about inviting her here, now that he’d seen just what effect his lifestyle had on the poor girl.

Lando’s tail was twitching uncontrollably when Daniel finally entered the foyer to meet her for the first time. Daniel wondered to himself if she’d never learned to control her instincts the way his kind were trained to practically from birth, or whether she was just so overwhelmed that she wasn’t aware that her body was betraying her.

“Would you like a cup of tea, lemonade?” Daniel asked with a friendly smile. “Water?”

“Water would be great, thanks,” Lando replied in a breathy voice. She followed him into the kitchen, her hands barely peeking out from under the sleeves of her sweater, making her look even smaller than she was. She waited for Daniel to hand her the glass and then took a careful sip before opening her mouth to speak once more. “Look, I’m—I’m not really sure that I should be here,” she told him.

Daniel raised an eyebrow and leaned back against the countertop. He crossed his arms over his chest, keenly conscious of the way Lando’s pupils dilated in response to the threat that her biology perceived him as. “You can always leave if you aren’t comfortable,” he replied. “I won’t be offended.”

Lando shook her head minutely. “It’s not you,” she said, her voice even quieter now. “It’s just…. Well, you should have seen the way people looked at me on the train.”

“Hat didn’t help?” Daniel asked, nodding toward the knit beanie covering her ears.

“I picked it up before I took a cab up here,” Lando explained. Her flush deepened with every word. “I don’t know that it would’ve made much of a difference anyway, though. I mean, you can smell me, can’t you?”

Daniel had been able to smell her the second that she’d set foot inside his home, but it felt rude to say as much, so he settled for a simple nod in agreement. “There’s not anything repulsive about it, contrary to the stereotypes,” he informed her. “It’s just different than what we’re used to.”

Lando glanced down at her feet, her fingers still picking at the sleeves of her sweater. “Some people don’t like different,” she pointed out.

“And some people do.” Daniel pushed away from the countertop, taking a step toward Lando instead. She didn’t look outwardly alarmed by his closeness, but he could detect a shift in her pheromones indicating that on some level, at least, she was a little bit afraid of him. “That’s actually why I wanted to speak with you.”

Lando squinted up at him, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “What do you mean?” she asked. “I thought this was about a job.”

“It is,” Daniel assured her. “And I do think your design work is quite good, but….”

“But?”

“I’m a producer,” Daniel admitted. “I actually…I wasn’t entirely honest about the reason I wanted to bring you here.”

“What are you trying to say?” Lando demanded. Her pupils were blown out now, her long tawny tail bristling as it swished back and forth over her shoulders. Daniel had the sense that she was just mere seconds from bolting straight out the front door if he didn’t give her an explanation that felt satisfactory.

“I’ve seen your videos,” Daniel said.

Lando’s tail poofed out to twice its size as her expression went cold. “I’m leaving,” she said stiffly.

Daniel had to grab her arm to keep her from going. “Wait,” he pleaded. “Just wait, okay? I didn’t want to be entirely honest with you at first because I thought you wouldn’t meet with me if I told you up front that I was subscribed to you.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better about you lying to me?” Lando asked. She made an attempt to tug her arm away from Daniel’s vise-like hold, but to no avail. “Seriously?”

“I did want to talk to you about a job,” Daniel explained hastily. “It just isn’t the one I told you about in our emails.”

Lando suddenly stopped, turning her head to focus on Daniel again with a newly curious expression. Curious like a cat, Daniel thought to himself with a touch of humor.

“What job?” Lando asked in a slow voice.

Daniel cautiously let go of her wrist and gestured to the open door to his study. “I’d be happy to explain the details,” he told her. “I’ll pay for your ride home either way.”

Lando waited another second, sucking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment before finally nodding and proceeding into Daniel’s study. She seated herself in the armchair on the side of the desk facing the door, curling her legs up under herself and twisting into a position that would have been uncomfortable for anyone of canine persuasion. She seemed more at ease now that she was seated than she had in Daniel’s kitchen, however, and he took that as a positive sign as he sat himself down on the other side of the desk.

“Like I said before,” Daniel began again, “I’m a producer.”

“Okay…” Lando replied uncertainly. She put a finger to her lips and began gnawing at one of her fingernails without any care for how it might look to Daniel, who chose to ignore it as he continued.

“I make porn,” Daniel said bluntly. He watched as Lando’s expression rapidly changed from confusion to shock. “Specifically, knotting porn. And I want to hire you for a new VOD series.”

Lando blinked a few times as she stared at Daniel in disbelief. “But I’m…. Cross-species penetration is illegal in porn.”

“Not as of three weeks from now.” Daniel had expected that Lando wouldn’t be the type to have her thumb on the pulse of legislative politics, so he’d pulled up the press release on his phone before she’d arrived. He passed it to her, watching as the light of realization dawned on her.

Fairly soon, people were going to start cashing in on videos of young feline women like Lando lifting their tails to take canine knots. Daniel was planning on being the first out of the gate.

“Why me?” Lando said after she’d read her fill. She lifted her head, allowing her eyes to meet Daniel’s once more.

“I was impressed with your solo work,” Daniel told her. “And if you don’t mind my being a bit crass about it, you seemed a little more enthusiastic about the uh, size, of your toys than most of the other girls on KittyCams.”

Lando went beet red, perhaps remembering the way she’d forced a knotting dildo inside herself just last week—as close as anyone could get to the real thing before the new legislation went into effect. Daniel had been impressed with her tenacity when he’d watched the video, even if the dildo had been a few shades smaller than what she could actually expect to encounter if she took Daniel up on his job offer.

“I’m…flattered,” Lando managed. She’d somehow compacted herself even more in Daniel’s armchair, making herself a fraction of her true size. “But I’ve never…I haven’t ever slept with a canid before.”

Daniel’s eyes widened, his head cocking to the side as he processed her statement. That was a surprise to him; he’d assumed she was rather experienced judging from the amount of canid-on-felid roleplay that her customers seemed so partial to.

“Would you like to?” Daniel asked, before he could think better of it.

Lando sat up slightly. “What?”

Daniel braced his hands on the desk and leaned forward, toward Lando. “Would you like to?” he repeated, emphasizing every single word.

Lando’s quiet ‘yes’ didn’t come as such a surprise.

Daniel had seen Lando naked more times than he could count in the last month, but it was different seeing her like this, having her here in front of him, painfully real and close enough to touch. She was olive-toned everywhere except her nipples, a dark brown, and Daniel followed the milk lines down her torso with his tongue before ending up between her thighs.

She was already wet enough for his fingers, but Daniel ate her out anyway, lapping over her clit and dipping his tongue inside her until she was shaking, mewling, and crying. She was tight when he finally pushed into her with his fingers, and for a moment, Daniel was worried that she wouldn’t be able to take his cock, but then he recalled her videos, the way she’d split herself open on more than this with relative ease.

Still, he knew it wouldn’t be easy to knot her in the end. Slow and steady, he reminded himself.

One of the things Daniel had liked most about Lando’s videos was her voice. The way she yowled from the back of her throat, raw and husky, when he finally bottomed out inside her made every hair on the back of his neck stand up. He could feel himself getting rougher with every thrust, nearly sending her into the headboard every time he slammed into her.

“Can I come inside you?” Daniel asked through harsh, panting breaths as he fucked her.

Lando nodded, her pupils slitted now, eyes heavy-lidded and sleepy.

“Can I knot you?” Daniel asked again, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice.

Lando answered with a throaty mewl as she bucked up into him, her clawed fingernails digging into Daniel’s lower back, pulling him into her like she needed him even deeper.

When Daniel felt his knot starting to pull at the entrance to her pussy, he slowed down the pace of his thrusts, using Lando’s frantic gasping as a gauge for just how much she could take. He fucked her shallowly as the base of his cock swelled larger and larger. He was about halfway there when Lando’s eyes suddenly flew open, her tail flailing wildly underneath her.

“Take it out,” she begged. “It’s too big.”

“I can’t,” Daniel said gently. “It’ll hurt you if I try. Just breathe, okay? You’re almost there.”

He pushed himself into her as deeply as he could, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He reached down between them with one hand and gently rubbed at her clit, trying to force her to relax just a little.

Lando’s pussy was almost painfully tight around his knot as it swelled even further, and he could tell she’d hit the breaking point when her fingers suddenly dug into his sides, drawing blood. Tit for tat, he supposed. She was justified in hurting him a little, too.

Daniel laid on top of her and remained as still as possible as he flooded her with come, listening to the frantic beating of her heart as they both waited it out. He felt a bit dizzy afterwards, overcome with a torrent of endorphins, but Lando still hadn’t come once since he’d eaten her out, and Daniel wanted to give her a treat before she had to go.

“Sore?” he asked after pulling out of her, leaving her pussy gaping open as soon as his knot was yanked free.

Lando nodded. “Just a little achy,” she informed him.

Daniel carefully turned her over onto her stomach and then probed at her with his fingers before slipping them back inside. “This okay?” he asked.

Lando closed her eyes and nodded again, her cheek pressed against the pillows. “Mhmm.”

“Good.” Daniel pressed hard against her G-spot, making her tail whip around wildly as she let out a loud yowl. “I know you can squirt like this,” Daniel told her as he continued to massage the same spot with his fingers, moving them in a rhythmic motion he practically had memorized. “I’ve seen you do it.”

It was less than thirty seconds before Lando’s cunt tightened up around his fingers as she drenched Daniel’s hand and his sheets. He pulled out of her with a satisfied smirk and helped Lando roll back over again.

“See you in three weeks?” he asked, wanting to confirm what he already knew.

Lando let out a loud, shuddering breath. “I think I need a bit more practice, actually,” she told him. “How about Tuesday?”

“Tuesday’s perfect.”

#my fic #trick or treat ask game

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opinated-user · 2 years

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Lily Orchard Accusations Masterpost (response)

“Lily wrote pedo fic!”

This references an old fanfic called “Scars” that skewered and condemned the brony fandom’s romanticizing of abuse and their excusing of pedophilia. Was hosted on GDrive, and then angry bronies edited it to have underage sex scenes into it and reposted it to other sites under the name “Stockholm” using the same tactics they’d developed harassing a teenage girl for not liking their rapist Celestia comic.

Scars was written in 2012, discarded and disowned in 2014, and rebooted in 2018 to be an original story about trauma.

first lie. see EssenceOfThought’s video that include a clip of LO’s saying “i can’t do (a video) on Stockholm, i wrote that one.” more than that, there are multiple clips circuling around about LO talking about stockholm, showing fanart for it or referencing written facts that only ever happened on that series. @lilysstreaminghiglights has another bunch of clips of LO openly talking about her writing process behind stockholm and referencing ships she only wrote on stockholm. her character spectrum, that she still references to this day, was originally an OC from this fanfiction. it takes a lot more effort to believe someone misteriously wrote Stockholm (that is a long series of multiple fics, not just one) and pin it on LO than believe LO wrote it when she was an adult and doesn’t want to take accountability for it.

“Lily encouraged a friend to groom a minor!”

This refers to FireRose, an awful real person ship the Brony Analysis Community was encouraging that I was pressured to go along with under the threat of harassment. I was previously deluged with death threats by one of these people for not liking Team Fortress 2 and it had been to first time I had been harassed en masse so I was intimidated into complacency. I immediately denounced the people involved once I escaped from that mire of toxicity and fled. The only surviving relic of this is an old post on Josh’s blog, who naturally never reblogged the denouncement because duh. My blog itself was purged of all posts in 2018. After 5 years (this took place in 2013) I naturally didn’t think such an old relic would be dug up but I guess you should never underestimate the obsession of a stalker.

see EOT’s video for more references and screenshots proving this incident. nobody bullied LO into saying “they won’t be for long” when someone pointed out that the person involved was a minor. LO said that out of her own free will.

“Lily is a zoophile!”

A furry drew furry porn and blamed it on me.

refering to Patch. here’s a video of him talking about it, providing multiple screenshots of LO approving the art and paying for it. also includes Patch expressing that he felt pressured to be more and more sexual while interacting with LO because he thought that was the only way to be a good friend to her. “furry porn” also doesn’t fully covers what the porn actually was. it was a drawing of a bunch of dogs SA Evelyn, the OC of Lizzy that LO later stole, recoulered and barely changed her name when Lizzy mentioned taking possible legal actions since her character is copyrighted. at the time that these transactions were taking place LO would complain a lot behind Lizzy’s back about how sexually inactive she was and how LO wanted more sex from her. more on this later.

“Lily groomed a minor!”

A 16 year old got around YouTube’s age verification to access an 18+ stream and saw my boobs.

what she fails to mention is that she promoted a 18+ stream on a SFW channel and then failed to explain to said minor why exactly it was 18+. on youtube 18+ content can refer to sexual jokes, mentions of sex, LGBT+ issues or irl violence, but never porn. pornographic material, including naked bodies with the end goal of titilating anyone, are forbbiden so that 16 had no immediate reason to assume that LO would do that during stream. see EOT’s video for evidence.

“Lily abused her exes!”

I have three exes these people refer to. One of them emotionally abused me for years, raped me several times, and toyed with my head out of a sick need for control, and swatted me. Her actions nearly drove me to suicide.

Another allowed her mother to verbally abuse me at every turn without protest.

The third ended the relationship on a very innocent misunderstanding and we’re still friends.

i guess this is official confirmation that she isn’t on good terms with Carousel, who she brings up later. in all fairness, the only one of her exes that has come forward with allegations of abuse (more specifically, emotional abuse, being pressured into engaging in sexual activities that she already said no to, which included drawing NSFW art that made Lizzy uncomfortable and LO still has to this day, and cheating) was Lizzy. but that doesn’t mean that she is the only person that has allegation of similar nature against her. Patch is one, @britts-galaxy-brain was another. they were both friends of LO and found themselves manipulated into giving in to her sexual demands.

“Lily suicide baited her ex!”

I was suicidal after my ex’s extensive abuse.

you were suicidal publicly on a platform where everyone could see it. Lizzy then called for a wellness check and LO has called that swatting ever since, adding up a story of being abused by the police but also saved by a convenient lesbian police woman who just happened to be there.

“Lily faked being trans to get in a lesbian’s pants!”

Putting aside the fact that this is blatant TERF rhetoric, I came out as trans two weeks before ending that friendship. And I’d already been in her pants years prior.

the mention of a “terf rethoric” is going to be really funny in a bit. but how curious she didn’t mentioned what friendship she’s talking about. maybe she doesn’t because then she’d have to admit that was @britts-galaxy-brain, that they were still friends when LO came out, recieving full support from Brittany, and despite the multiple guiltripping and manipulation tactis that she attempted to do, while catfishing as someone else, LO never met Brittany in real life. the bringing up “been on her pants” is still a gross details that nobody needed to know. side note: i don’t actually support this theory either. i don’t think it does anyone any good.

“Lily dated an 11 year old boy!”

This was in 2003. I was born in 1992. He was a classmate. This accusation rose after I talked about my first childhood relationship in 5th grade.

this is the first time i ever heard of this claims. nobody cares.

“Lily dated a 17 year old girl!”

This was in 2008. Same story. I was the younger one in that relationship. This is why the dates events happened are important, people.

again, never heard of this before. i don’t know why LO felt strongly enough about these two points to bring them up before.

“Lily abused a fan for drawing her fanart!”

Said fan drew me in an extremely harmful way almost immediately after I made a post complaining about how people would draw me in that way. This fan was a long time viewer and knew this already. Though I apologized for lashing out and the fan apologized for doing it in the first place, said fan went on to harass me anyway.

see Opal’s video on this situation to get their side of the story. i saw it all while it was happening so i can confidently say this is all mostly lies. LO never apoligized to Opal nor Opal knew that her drawing would cause such a violent angry reaction because LO famously refuses to have a clear guideline of what kind of fanart she prefers. Opal did apoligized to LO, twice, and LO doubled down as many times she wanted to frame Opal as a awful person, all the while having blocked Opal. unless Opal was doing something behind the scene, they never harassed LO either and LO has never provided any evidence of this. the reason LO claims that Opal is harassing her is because they have two videos providing further evidence that LO did wrote Stockholm: 1, 2. the fact that she wants to framme Opal as a harasser is because she doesn’t want to public to know about it. side note: Mangakamen also did his own video referencing the situation and pointing out how abusive was the response of LO.

“Lily groomed her partners!”

Both my wife and my ex girlfriend have been the subjects of these accusations. My wife is 29, my ex girlfriend is 22.

Lizzy and ginger were both 19 when you first dated them. ginger talked themselves about how they were a fan of LO since they were 17 and were quickly accepted on the “inner circle” of LO when reaching 19, which also quickly turned into a relationship. ask yourself why LO doesn’t bring ginger’s age up.

“Lily romanticized suicide!”

This refers to a story idea where two old women pass away within a week of each other.

lie. LO said that Rey would commit suicide after the death of her partner and, more horrifying than that, that she talked about it to the rest of her family and they all agreed it was a good idea. for weeks LO argued that this was very romantic and rey was old anyway.

“Lily holds lewd streams for her mostly minor audience!”

7% of my audiences are minors according to Google Analystics. The streams were age gated. YouTube requires an ID verification to access them. They are also no more raunchy than an episode of Family Guy.

7% is not 0 and as long there isn’t 0 you have no excuse not to think about them. the first stream where LO flashed the audience wasn’t age gated. Youtube requiring ID only happens in certain countries, from which she never clarified a majority of her audience comes from, not world wide. here’s a clip of her showing her personal spank bank on a stream that wasn’t age gated. here a clip of many followers of LO talking about how they followed her since they were minors. here a clip of LO disregarding people being uncomfortable at being shown porn. here a clip of LO trying to set up a irl meeting with a fan for sex. here is a clip of LO claiming she sucked her wife off during stream. here a clip of LO claiming to be completely naked while streaming. this is not raunchy content, this is encouraging a hypersexual environment where she knows children could be. other factoids that i couldn’t find a clip of so take with a grain of salt at your discretion:

-LO lamenting that she couldn’t flash everyone on stream because one minor mentioned being a minor on chat.

-one of the flashing incidents happened with MO, who did it too.

“Lily called a Jewish Woman a Nazi!”

I criticized the way Steven Universe bends over backwards to get along with fascists, a worrying trend many leftists are getting into. I never called Rebecca Sugar a Nazi. I called her a suicidal idiot.

LO made a almost three hours videos constructing the narrative that Rebecca Sugar is a nazi sympathizer and then offering a weak passive “i didn’t say that but i wouldn’t blame you if you did”, all the while misrepresenting the show, the character of Sugar and straight up lying to support her narrative. on her blog since then LO popularized the trend of calling SU a name that ties back to nazis.

“Lily doesn’t consider antisemitism worth talking about!”

After the 4 year long harassment I recieved for criticizing Steven Universe, I decidedly avoided talking about the antisemitic tropes of The Big Bang Theory and Harley Quinn, both of which have Jewish creators.

i’m not sure what she’s even saying here. SU also has a Jewish creator. what she said doesn’t work as a response to the claim either. the claim was “LO doesn’t really care about antisemitism” and LO defense was “no, i don’t, you’re right.”

“Lily hates women’s sexuality!”

I said Reylo was bad, straight women’s fixations on serial killers was bad, and that Bayonetta was Hideki Kamiya’s fetish fuel.

she also has erased the sexuality of bisexual women she doesn’t like by calling them straight and in some cases that they have “a straight woman’s taste on men.” the judging women for their sexuality is very much still misogyny, even if those women are straight and they like characters that you don’t.

“Lily hates sex workers!”

I said “Sex work is work.” I am also a former sex worker.

i have nothing for this one.

“Lily fetishized black women!”

I dated a black woman, and then made a black OC that I thought was cool, and got excited about a few black characters that I also thought were cool.

LO also said that Hunter (a character she won’t shut up about) would be “inherently more interesting” if he were black. she made a comic where rey crushes exclusively on black women. even if none of this is enough to convince anyone of anything, LO still showed anti-blackness when she painted the black people who called her out for making them uncomfortable as vultures and stalkers not worth listening to during a stream. many of her claims are constantly debunked by her own streams. why do you all think she deletes them? more than that, it’s pretty weird that the first thing she says to the claim of fetishization is that she dated a black woman. those are not mutually exclusive facts.

“Lily is racist!”

I have had a few slip ups in the past. I have apologized and made strides to do better. I have said many times I don’t begrudge anyone who is still angry about them.

she won’t blame anyone for being angry at her because of her “few slip ups”, but she’ll still minimize it on her “accusations masterpost”. if it looks like contradictory and like she isn’t really sorry it’s not for nothing. one of those “slip ups” was admitting to keep repeating a song that contained the n-word on it.

“Lily misgendered a trans person!”

This refers to Essence of Thought, a right wing Youtuber whose gender I was unaware of until recently. She came into my stream chat to hurl verbal abuse over me not taking her bullshit seriously and I said “Dude fuck off.” The chat then mocked her until she left.

here’s a clip of LO misgendering EOT during a stream and saying that she deserves it because she acts like a dude. anyone can see EOTS’s channel to see at a glance that she’s not right wing at all.

“Lily is a TERF!”

I don’t like the Q slur

queerphobia is part of the terf rethoric that before she thought was bad enough to ignore all together. but this one time she can spread part of terf rethoric because it’s LO and only LO is allowed to do that.

“Lily mocked a trans woman’s voice!”

I did the Valley Girl accent reading out one of Contrapoints’ idiotic tweets.

this is just an admission of transphobia.

“Lily is faking her ethnicity for clout!”

I am a light-skinned indigenous woman who won’t provide evidence for her ethnicity to random white people on the internet.

a “indigenous woman” who has no connection whatsoever to the Nation she claims to be a part of, has any respect about their cultural practices or has even attempted to connect to other indigenous people outside of her own family before.

“Lily’s avatar is brownface!”

My avatar is lighter skinned than me.

this is her avatar as it is currently:

this is a selfie of LO:

what do you think?

“Lily hates Japanese people!”

I said anime was shit.

LO also said that anyone who cares about Japanese culture or language has a fetish for it, and that the entire Japanese language can be entirely replaced by English without missing anything important.

“Lily generalized all anime fans as pathetic weirdos!”

That’s not a crime. Maybe if y'all weren’t so evangelical I wouldn’t think you were weird. Anime fans are like vegans.

i honestly don’t care.

“Lily has accounts on porn sites where she favourites shotacon!”

The only supposed proof of this is an account with a similar name to a TVTropes user that some people think is me because *checks notes* they edited my TVTropes page and didn’t fill it with all of the accusations covered on this list. Fun fact by the way, you’re actually not allowed to fill a creator’s TVTropes page with irl drama. That’s why it was locked lol.

LO fails to mention: 1- they were 3d rendering of not only shotacon, but many other material of worse nature. one of them involves what looks to be a irl girl naked opening her mouth and that picture in particular haunts me to this day. 2-those two accounts misteriously dissapeared very, very soon right after they were brought up to the attention of the public. one of them had reached 800+ favourite images before being deleted. 3- the account without the 3d renderings that Brittany discovered has been years in constant usage, but all activity on it stopped suddenly the moment she brought it up to the public until very recently.

“Lily hates south east asian people!”

I didn’t want to watch a video about Lindsay Ellis.

reference to a series of videos made by Xiran Jay Zhao with the collaboration of multiple southeast asian creators. the first video only mention Lindsay Ellis briefly but it’s actually about Disney and the way they handled the SEA representation on the movie Raya and the last dragon. LO just showed here that she prefers to hate more on a white woman than hear about what SEA people say about their own representation. similar to how she much prefers to hate on a white traumatized teenage boy that appreciate the afrolatina main character.

“Lily is fatphobic!”

I mentioned trying to lose weight a few times.

LO also thinks this is “thick”:

#lily orchard

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facks-stories · 6 months

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Sombra

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Context:

Why is he fully yellow without a neck? I dunno, what was 2019 me on when I made him? Probably caffeine or depression-

so - “if I hate you or like you enough I’ll shift into you”

One out of two powers of Sombra is shape shifting, sadly he can’t change color when he does it so hes just a yellow version of whatever he shifts into. [he also has to keep a lot of hair when he does]

Also, when time is moving no other character can see or hear him but the other two and milan, milan doesn’t like it when he shifts into her because she thinks its weird

So - “hehe, I’m you and you can’t even call me weird”

Mi? - ‘weirdo’

Sombra is really tall, so when sifting some mass separates to make him the right size, this mass isn’t alive and can’t feel anything and kind sits there

So - “well this is one way to use my hair”

Ca - “did you just make milan a furry?-”

So - “heha, yea”

So - “dangit I should’ve turned into a dog so I can call her a bitch-”

[the joke is hes so yellow you’ll see purple, if you stare at a color too long you'll see the opposite color😔]

Random facts:

-started off as a asshole but trys to be nicer

-now comforts Tocada a lot more

-drawing his hair sucks

-the furry drawings is from a drawing I made of him being a cat [just a normal cat]

-the first to notice something wrong with both Milans

-used to be cocky and violent, better now

full picture without text:

#fack characters #Sombra

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unchartedthelostlegacy · 1 year

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[Chloe with a dog ficlet, tw for violence]

It’s maybe a cold night. It’s maybe annoying to fumble with her keys at her door. It was warm in the pub, all right, and it’s not far from Chloe’s flat, so she didn’t put her coat on. So she’s maybe shivering.

And she’s maybe annoyed at the mutt. It’s tangling itself between her boots and looking up, yapping for attention like a dog much younger.

It was fine on her walk home, having a little furry companion following as she whistled and gazed at the streetlights. The dog has a lovely temperament. It’s a liver merle, handsome in an asymmetrical spotted way, and it tugs at her heartstrings a little.

It shouldn’t be out on the street. It’s an older dog, and patches of its fur are missing, and Chloe hopes it’s just malnutrition and not mange. It’s not got a collar. Who knows how long it’s been wandering and what will happen to it in the morning.

But Chloe went out for a good time, god damnit! She’s not the patron saint of street pooches, okay!

The lock finally clicks in her drunk hands.

“All right, all right,” she whispers to the mutt as it accidentally almost trips her. “go on, find a warm place to sleep, mate.”

The dog lets out a bark as Chloe stumbles inside. The sound breaks through the warm drunk haze. She’s awake. Not a moment too soon. A heavy set of hands have grabbed both sides of her neck.

“FUCK--OFF!”

Chloe kicks and then headbutts, and the second gives her some momentum to slam her aggressor into the wheelie bins in the landing. He lets go, and Chloe finally sees him clearly in the flickering flourescents. Big, burly, dressed in an orange anorak and gloves and a bandana over his nose and mouth. His eyes are screwed up in anger and he’s bigger and Nadine isn’t around to tag-team him with her.

He’s scrambling up after knocking takeout bags and rotted vegetables out onto the linoleum, and behind him, on the other side of the landing, Chloe sees her door slightly ajar.

Shit.

Her flat’s been broken into. This asshole must have been the lookout. Even if she can take him out, there might be more waiting inside, and he’s a moment away from calling for reinforcements anyway.

The man in front of her yells a slur and draws a switchblade from his anorak’s pocket. He lunges at her again, and this time she has the sense she should have had earlier.

Chloe slips backward through the door. She thanks whatever deity is on duty that it opens outward. She hauls it down the street as she thinks she hears the man’s footsteps behind her, but after a minute or two of adrenaline petering off, she realizes they’re too light to be his. She stops blocks away, breathing hard, coughing, head spinning, to turn and see the dog again. It looks up at her. Yapping.

Chloe crouches down. She still can’t draw a full breath. Her heart is a pinball machine. She reaches over and scratches the side of the dog’s neck.

“You really tried to warn me.”

She laughs in that sad way she hates laughing. It’s a reflex. And then she realizes for the first time that she’s cold.

Her coat. Chloe had dropped her coat. Maybe it was when the bad guy tried to choke her out, or while she was running. She checks her pockets and finds that yeah, everything was in the coat. Phone, wallet, keys.

Fuck.

“I wonder if it’s daytime in South Africa yet?” Chloe asks the dog in a helpless voice. “I mean, not that I’d be able to call...”

#chloe frazer #chloe with a dog au #chlog #fanfic #ficlet

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frostyreturns · 1 year

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Frosty Ruins Tuca and Berdie

I immediately hate this show for the same reason I instinctively disliked Bojack Horseman...it looks fucking ugly and it looks ugly in the exact same way. In fact I hate Bojack Horseman even more now because I blame it for this show existing. It looks cheap as hell and the stylistic choices seem geared towards making the show as cheap as possible, like a flashback sequence that's all static images and has no dialogue.

The shows intro music is just as irritating to the ear as the art is offensive to the eyes. And for some reason it begins with a building that has giant swinging tits...what the fuck...why? Oh wait nevermind I know why. The show like Bojack is an unholy abomination of animal and person where they take animals and make them humanoid in the worst most uncanny valley way possible. Right from go these horrid creatures are sexualized because you can't draw the furry crowd if there's no thick bird ass within the first ten seconds of the show, and how can you corrupt kids without making a show that looks like it should be for them and filling it full of imagery that fosters degenerate sexual fetishes in the impressionable. This is just on Netflix, so it's not like it used to be with adult cartoons where they weren't on tv until after midnight and it's not like there's a specific network of shows all designed for kids...there's just going to be some kids skimming through Netflix seeing this and will end up seeing stuff like this...which is the only sexual imagery from the show I’ll post but there are worse examples.

Now I'm not arguing that content for adults can't exist because a child might see it...that would be stupid. The problem is that other than the sexualized content there is nothing at all to indicate this is an adult show. It's written, animated and done exactly like a regular kids cartoon. I cannot see a regular adult watching this for entertainment. Everyone talks in that matter of fact condescending way bad kids shows do, so to me it seems like a show designed to corrupt kids pretending to be a show for adults as a defence. But hey if what you want from a comedy show is to see a humanoid houseplant whip out her tits then boy do I have the cancer... I mean show for you.

You also know it's going to be a good show when the first few minutes of the show begin with a character introduction where the writers list off all of their characters attributes like they're creating their eharmony dating profile. See most writers would just write scenarios and plot that communicates how they want their characters perceived, but this way relieves them of the responsibility of good writing which saves time and effort and also communicates a lack of respect for the audiences intelligence, which is great because they are right...if you watch this you're stupid and it's good they know that. And if literally spelling it out for you wasn't enough they add brilliant dialogue like this "I'm nasty I bring a lot of zest to my environment." Which I'm fairly confident is the first time anybody on earth has ever said those words in that order.

The show is full of these bits that are not really jokes and have nothing funny about them but are done in that over the top manner that you see at a bad improv comedy show, you know the kind where they have to compensate for not being funny with bright costumes and high energy. Bits that are so bad you're not even sure what the joke is supposed to be and you're not even sure what's going on. Like for example they have an upstairs neighbour who's a dog but he's fancy and says words like mayhaps...ha ha get it. And he calls out mournfully to a cloud floating by and calls it "his sweet henry." What is the joke here? It's like the voice actors are just in a studio picking up random objects, putting on random characters and spouting a bunch of silly horseshit and hoping something from it is intelligible or funny. Like comedy by attrition. But hold on to your hats if you think a sassy tucan jumping on a counter and rapping about borrowing a cup of sugar is funny.

Everyone knows that one person who's not funny but can't stop joking around, the kind of person who is always on and can never be serious for even a second and no matter what you say they're just thinking of how they can turn it into a bit. There's actually some evidence this is a sign of brain damage, there have been relatively normal people who suffered brain damage and had it alter their personality and they just suddenly couldn't stop joking. And they keep going even when everyone is just giving them that okay shut up it's not funny kind of nervous not real chuckle...like here's your laugh now please stop kind of laughter. This show seems like five of those brain damaged people got together and this is what they came up with. It looks like a show made by the brain damaged. It's constant silly horseshit but none of it has any point, there's no jokes, there's no perspective.

At one point the two characters were talking and one said something about how the other lets her eat her snacks and the other started to chuckle... and it leaves you dumbfounded at why the writers thought that was a joke, why they thought it was a good and natural place for a character to laugh. And it accidentally comes across like that nervous annoyed laughter you give those brain damaged everyday comedians.

If you've ever worked a cashier job you know what I'm talking about when I say this show seems like it was made up entirely of customer jokes. It's Like they just put a microphone facing outward at a CVS counter and then wrote down what all the 52 year old male customers said to try to get a smile out of the 20 year old behind the register. Forget the improv comedians tight five minutes this show is Doug the retirees tight ten seconds. “Oh you’re wearing a yellow shirt today, heh leave some yellow for the rest of us huahhauahauh” You’re not funny, but you could definitely be a writer for Tuca and Bertie.

Then they must have realized that the episode had yet to be funny even once so they, like Kramer at a comedy club... scrambled for shock laughs at the end. Only since racism is now a capital offence they had to go for something a little tamer like cannibalism. And had one character crying eating his dead grandma who was baked into a sentient cake..ha ha... comedy.

Man fuck this show, this was the stupidest thing I've watched in a long time, it was hideous and criminally unfunny and also completely unoriginal. It’s one of those shows there’s 50 of now and if you’ve seen one episode you’ve seen them all.

#tuca and bertie

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keefwho · 1 year

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November 24 - 2022

8:53 AM

I gotta find a way to tell my parents I don’t want ANY of their food for thanksgiving. What will probably happen is mom will make me a plate and I’ll take it to eat in my room but I’ll just throw it out. I know the status of their food/kitchen, its GROSS. REALLY gross, this isn’t me being a clean freak. Their kitchen is filthy by normal people standards. And their idea of food safety is fucked too. I don’t want to eat from a kitchen with 5 dogs in it, rotten food on the counters, most things past their use by date, perishables that have been left out for hours before being put back in the fridge, and BUGS everywhere. Fuck man. Mom’s saying she’ll give me a whole miniature hen and a pie and asking if I’ll eat with them for Thanksgiving. As much as I’d like to in theory, I won’t be.

With literally anyone else, I’d just tell the truth. I’d just say I don’t want to eat your food for “X” reason. But I know my parents won’t understand and will jump to some wild conclusion and suggest I see therapy or some shit. Nah, ya’ll are just FILTHY by anyone’s standards. THEY need therapy, for real. Its such a dysfunctional household.

10:54 AM

I hate when I get lonely but also don’t want to talk to anyone. There’s maybe 2 people I can think of that I’d actually want to spend time with today but they are both busy. So its gonna be a melancholic day unless I end up feeling like socializing with strangers or something. Its totally my fault for being picky.

12:24 PM

My plan is to push through my mental anguish until I get work done, and then I can start doing something to counter how I feel. Maybe I’ll force myself to be social, or dedicate myself to some project like my VR furry world or trying to learn guitar again.

I don’t know why it feels impossible for me to make friends. I’ve clearly already made some. But strangers seem like unreachable people. And I don’t really want to make new friends, I like the ones I have. I just wanna spend time with them. Having to talk to strangers because no one is around feels like I’m just meeting my body’s needs which is kind of like using them for my own gain. I know it’s probably a mutual exchange but I still don’t like it. I should get over it and accept myself as a social creature like everyone else is. I gotta do what I gotta do.

1:18 PM

I think the idea of eating breakfast before 10am, then having 10am - 6pm be busy hours is a good idea. It makes me not feel so rushed with comms because I never operate so late but now I have the ability to without thinking I’m doing too much.

2:07 PM

My whole day is off. Its sad boy hours and I’m late to finishing things. Im gonna shower and try to finish up with commissions.

4:03 PM

I wanted to eat my little Turkey pot pie today but I’m not strong enough for it right now. It would be a little mental exercise because I have this aversion to eating things out of the bottom of my freezer even though I’ve confirmed it’s functioning properly. It’s not a very big challenge but today my mental strength is at 0. I’d rather eat something familiar and cozy especially since my appetite today has been poor.

I hope my parents don’t expect anything out of me today. They tend to take holidays very seriously. Like it’ll be a deep personal offense if I don’t go over there and eat with them. At least thats how it used to be. I can’t remember doing anything with them for Thanksgiving last year but I think that’s because they went to a friend’s house or something.

11:48 PM

Sometimes I get really tired of my own art. Probably because I have to look at it constantly. But it sucks because I can’t really get a grasp on the actual quality of anything I make until a lot of time has passed.

I wish I could just do something differently but its never that simple. I don’t even know what I’d want to do different. Anything I choose to change about how I draw has to be slow and gradual for me to know if I really like it or not. Or how practical it is. Maybe I need some more time to play around. I often stop myself from experimenting because I’m always working on things that I don’t want to take risks on.

The solution to all my art problems is usually getting some new info into the system. Something I haven’t done in a long long time is copying art that inspires me. Watching tutorials can also help.

My night was SAVED with some bestie time. I don’t think it’s healthy that I tend to rely so heavily on time with my friends but how do I/ should I fix that? Maybe it’s normal to feel lonely when the only people you want to hang out with are unavailable. Am I supposed to emotionally leave them behind temporarily for other people? I think I’d rather be a little sad for awhile and wait for them. I can take care of myself in the meantime.

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mewisloud · 2 years

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thinking about the 200-ish character designs i had accumulated from framecast over my 6ish years of being on there. i was so proud of those things!! i had gotten a few from like “popular character designers” on there and i never ever drew them but i was soo excited about them. i saw a chillie on artfight this year and it gave me whiplash because i had completely forgotten about those things. (i had four official chillies i think? the rules around them were always so weird and convoluted so idk if mine were “legal.”) i also had multiple wrenjis that i was also SO proud of. even though all of those designs were so ugly. i also have several object-character designs that i thought were awesome because they were from a relatively popular designer (who if i remember correctly was openly homophobic.) i also had 6 character designs from an artist whose style and designs i LOVED (and then i ended up being sorta friends with em for a while too) and those designs ended up being like the only ones i got from framecast that i actually ended up drawing more than once. (with like two or three exceptions) also i think im still mutuals with em on here so hiii if you’re seeing this :)

also the art theft on that site was So Bad. there’d be so many accounts of adoptable designs with zero credit or anything. plus i have so many designs and no way to credit anyone for any of them because even if i knew the designer on there i wouldn’t know what their socials are anywhere else. also there was one person on there who talked shit about me and my art for like a week PUBLICLY (though not dropping my @) because they thought their dog furry looked too much like my dog furry and they got super pissed about it. and then they DMed me on discord and were like “heyyyy you are awesome i just think our dog furry ocs look similar and you are copying me on purpose. because you idolize my art. anywayy ilyyy can you please change that design completely thx” and then went right back to talking shit about me!!!! but credit to them for scaring me away from drawing furries for a solid year. i can’t tell if i miss framecast or not

#mew is loud #im ranting sorry #that person who accused me (falsely might i add) of copying was someone i looked up to a lot so i used some aspects of their art style #which i believe is what caused them to assume i was copying their character. which had a different hairstyle and different color palette #and different facial features and accessories #and markings #the only similarity is that it was tall with a short tail #but ok! guess i don’t look up to them anymore #plus i don’t draw furries as much anymore because of them so ig that is good to get me to try new things

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Unconditionally | R.L

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Gryffindor!Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius and James don’t approve of Remus’ relationship with his girlfriend of four months.

“ Listen, Moony. I’m sorry. “ Sirius tried apologizing as the Marauders sat on the common room couches, “ You have no reason not to like her. “ Remus countered.

They were bickering about her again. Y/n L/n, the Gryffindor girl who managed to steal the heart of the tall, lanky and shy, Remus Lupin. James and Sirius were apprehensive to their new beginnings. They didn’t want a fifth marauder. There were only meant to be four– not five. Safe to assume, they were not happy with the new Gryffindor couple.

James sighed, “ She's going to break your heart. “

“ No, she’s not! I trust her, and she trusts me. “ Remus exclaimed, “ Why can't you trust her the same? “

“ Because she isn’t our girlfriend, Moony. Y/n can hang around you all she wants, just not around us. “ James stated, and Remus scoffed, “ I’m always around you guys. “

Sirius smiled, “ Well. Then she’ll have to understand that she can’t be around you anymore. “

Peter didn’t mind the girl. She was actually quite nice, but he knew trying to side with Remus was a fruitless effort and usually ended up with the silent treatment. Y/n was a nice girl, probably one of the nicest girls in their year. But for some reason, she just rubbed James and Sirius the wrong way. Maybe the two boys were being too protective over their best friend.

Remus sighed, “ Please. I really don’t want to lose her. “

“ Does she know about your furry little problem? “ Sirius queried, and Remus shook his head, “ I haven’t told her yet. “ His voice was quiet; he was scared.

The Marauders sat in silence for a couple of moments before Remus got up and left. He couldn’t deal with the bickering any longer. The scarred boy couldn’t comprehend why his two closest friends were so untrusting of his new girlfriend. They were in their sixth year at Hogwarts, and this was his first girlfriend. Sirius had a multitude of different girls in the dorm, and Remus never had a problem with that. But the moment Remus gets a girlfriend, Sirius owns a sour attitude. That didn’t seem fair.

Hogwarts library was always quiet. It was a place of solitude where Remus usually seeked sanctuary. It was the place where he met her. The area where she was scouring all over for her Defense Against the Dark Arts notes that were on the floor not too far from her chair. When Remus picked them up and asked her if she was looking for them, she sat in the same spot drawing plants for her Herbology project upcoming. He slumped in front of her, putting his head on the desk.

“ Something wrong, love? “ Y/n’s voice was a whisper, but it was extremely gentle, “ The boys. “ Remus replied without even lifting his head.

Y/n sighed and closed her sketchbook, gently setting her quill aside, “ If this is going to be a problem, maybe we should just be friends? “

“ No, please. “ Remus begged as he lifted his head, now staring at her alluring e/c eyes, “ They’re- They’re just overprotective. “

“ Overprotective? “ She repeated questioningly, “ I’ve never dated before, and you’re my first real girlfriend. They’re scared you’re going to take me away and break my heart. “ Remus informed.

Y/n grabbed his hand from across the table, her thumb tracing the scars that were present, “ I don’t blame them. They don’t want to lose their Moony. “ She chuckled, “ But I promise, they won’t lose you. I’d never separate you four. “

Unbeknownst to the couple, James and Sirius were hidden under the invisibility cloak, watching them, “ James and Sirius mean well. I understand where they’re coming from, so I comprehend entirely if they want you all to themselves. “ Y/n added.

“ I- I have a secret. “ Remus sputtered, and she tilted her head in confusion, “ That’s what they’re worried about. “

“ Well, whenever you’re ready to talk. I’m here. “ Y/n smiled as she let go of his hand to grab her quill.

Again she began drawing, but Remus couldn’t help himself; they had been together for six months; she needed to know, “ I’m a werewolf. “

Y/n looked up from her sketchbook to see an embarrassed Remus. James and Sirius held their breaths as Y/n just observed. Remus was shaking and fidgeting. His leg was going up and down at an alarming rate. He felt sweat start to pile at his hairline, and he had a sudden urge to wipe his hands on his pants. But she just smiled.

“ Okay. “ Y/n stated, “ O- Okay? That’s it? “ Remus questioned.

She chuckled, “ Did you think I’d reject you? Did you think I was going to break up with you? “

“ Maybe. “ Remus muttered, “ You don’t know me then. “ Y/n stated with a teasing smile.

The Gryffindor girl flipped through her sketchbook till turning to a particular page; then she slid it to him; it was a sketch of a werewolf, “ Werewolves are beautiful creatures. They’re peculiar and loyal. “ Y/n explained as Remus stared at the drawing.

“ I like to think they’re sorta like dogs. Just maybe more territorial and possessive. “ Y/n added, and Sirius almost scoffed, making James almost laugh, “ But obviously werewolves are more aggressive. However, I think they’re fascinating. “

“ You- You aren’t afraid? “ Remus asked hesitantly, and she shook her head with a smile, “ Of Remus Lupin? The boy who gives me flowers he finds in the greenhouses during Herbology? No. The boy who learns charms so he can keep my coffee or hot chocolate hot? No. The boy who hexes any other male who remotely gets close to me? Absolutely not. The boy who helps James and Sirius in Defense Against the Dark Arts? Nope. And finally, the boy who loves me unconditionally? Definitely not. “ Y/n stated, making Remus a blushing mess.

“ How could anyone be afraid of him? “ She asked rhetorically, “ Because I’m definitely not, and I’m going to love him unconditionally just like he does me. “

James and Sirius exchanged looks of guilt. Perhaps she wasn’t as bad as they thought. Maybe Y/n could become the fifth Marauder. Maybe she could even possibly take their Moony out on Hogsmeade instead of him always joining the boys. So wordlessly, James and Sirius left the library to sit in the common room. When Remus and Y/n entered, holding hands, they beckoned them both over. James had a rather important thing in his closed fist.

“ Y/n. Moony. “ James began as they sat down, “ Yes? “ Remus inquired.

Sirius sighed, “ So, Prongs and I have been thinking after the little disagreement we had before you left for the library. “

“ And we want to give Y/n something. “ James finished, and Remus looked suspicious as James handed her a key, “ That's the key to our dorm.

“ Wait- you guys are allowing this? You just willingly gave her the key. “ Remus questioned, and they nodded, “ She makes you happy, right? “ Sirius asked.

Remus nodded, and Y/n kissed his cheek, “ Then, she’s one of us now. “ Sirius concluded.

“ Welcome Y/n L/n, the fifth Marauder. “ James teased, and she smiled, “ Thank you. “ Y/n murmured.

“ Take care of our Moony. “ Sirius stated with fake sternness, “ Yes, sir! “ Y/n saluted.

“ Why didn’t we add her earlier? “ Sirius teased, and they all laughed.

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blacksunscorpio · 3 years

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Astro Musings No. 11

Venus/Jupiter aspects in the natal chart...

Will make someone generally likable, charming, generous, and agreeable- especially if it's a conjunction, trine, or sextile you're working with. They'll be the person who might be incredibly popular or someone whose creativity [Venus] is magnified [Jupiter]. They might be very beautiful or well known for their good looks. However, throw a square to Chiron in the mix and this individual might have a hard time believing it. Since Chiron is the place in our chart where we wear our inner wound and a square indicates conflict, the pain to either of these planets has to do with beliefs, how we're educated, and the overall philosophy of life. One could perhaps have a lot of doubt as to whether they are truly attractive. They could be bullied or hated for their attractiveness or popularity. On the other hand, Jupiter Squaring Chiron can make someone have severe wounds concerning their spiritual beliefs. It's common to see this aspect in charts of people who were forced into a particular belief system or religion. In addition, it's also an indicator of those who were abused by organized religion. Often the case/in charts of those in the LGBTQ community who were perhaps shunned by conventional western religious constructs.

12th House Synastry is a bit like Russian Roulette...

Not to scare any of you with significant placements within this house synastrically or in composite, but remember what I said in Astro Musings 1 about Neptune? Wherever he is, there's going to be a feeling that something is hidden. Deception will be a big factor or just naivete or idealism. More so if the aspects in this house are squares/oppositions. With the Trines and Conjunctions, the energy here can feel incredibly spiritual and binding. [Don't bust out the champagne yet, I said FEEL binding- it doesn't mean it necessarily will be]. Sorry. North Node/Neptune might make you two dream of each other or have this strange 6th sense concerning them and their energy. Moon and Neptune will make two people have an uncanny knack for knowing what the other is thinking. It will feel downright Soul-Mate-esque. The same if Mercury and Neptune are joined.

Now, if the aforementioned aspect is afflicted, two people will Pinocchio the fuck out of each other.

The lies will be endless. Now this might not even be malicious, it's more so two people don't want to disappoint each other, so they put on an act they think the other will appreciate/wants to see. There's a lot of pressure to live up to the other person's expectations. Most of the time, the mask will inevitably fall off and bitter feelings may ensue. Choose honesty first.

Aspects to the ruler of the first house will have a similar vibe to aspects on the ascendant.

That’s because your chart ruler and it’s planet are leading your entire chart in energetic expression. By proxy, whatever happens to it [ruler of the 1st], wherever it is in your chart, will be magnified and displayed. For example, if you’re a Scorpio rising but Pluto is in your 3rd house, it might be very apparent to others that you speak and think deeply. Your communication can feel very “psychiatric" and probing. It might be the first thing people notice about you. If you’re a Sag rising and your Jupiter is in your 10th House, you could make a career out of travel or be famous. Everyone will notice your larger than life persona.

Aquarius Moon in the 5th just like these other aspects, can be an indicator of one who might have a fear of motherhood or pregnancy in general. In addition, One with a Cancer Lilith in the 6th might choose career over motherhood. In a woman’s chart, it can also be an indicator of someone who has reproductive [4th house/moon] issues [especially if there are afflictions].

Lilith in the 6th house may feel that they give more than they get. They might also reject the idea of daily work and routine or general discipline. There can be scandal’s at work as well. Wherever Lilith is, you can guarantee that there’s going to be some ‘taboo’ energy involved. Since 6th house is one of the money/career houses, it can indicate that this taboo will be related to whatever you do for a living.

Placements for those who love animals

Will be Neptunian placements ftw. Neptunians/Piscean placements tend to have a monopoly on the “beast whisperer” thing. That’s because Animals sit between the physical and the spiritual world. They see shit we can’t. So they’ll often take to those with strong “veil” energy.

Cancerian’s come in at a cool 2nd. This is because their heightened sensitivity make animals feel them quite strongly. They also have strong nurturing energy which will draw pets to them.

Leos at No. 3- Leonine placements have an uncanny love for animals due to their playful and warm energy. Being ruled by the sun, they’ll be literally “beacons of light” for furry friends.

Virgo is ruler of the 6th house of work and routine. Because of their natural capability towards order and discipline, I often see this sign as pet owners. Often these natives have more than one. They’ll be the sign that has Fido trained and operating like clockwork.

Speaking of animals, the signs I’ve seen to take to cats more than canines are Scorpio and Capricorn. Because of these two sign’s affinity towards introversion, it’s no surprise that one of the most introverted breed of animal feels right at home among them. On the flipside, I’ve seen on numerous occasions where dogs become quite obsessed [Pluto] with Scorpios, on the occasion where they’re not scared of them.

In a female’s chart, Having asteroid Aphrodite squaring her Lilith

will mean her beauty will have a forbidden fruit vibe to it. Her charm will be directly tied to her wild femininity. However, there may be struggles in how she expresses it. Typical placement for someone whose kindness or mild flirtation will be received as overtly sexual. Her charm and grace might have a playboy or pornstar vibe or she may get her value from expressing herself sexually. It can also indicate one who is just oversexed in general. Be sure to keep those Trojans on hand and get those yearly check ups. Nothing wrong with expressing yourself in such a way but Lilith can also indicate diseases of the venereal nature, especially if in the sign of Scorpio or afflicted in the 8th House

Talent in Fashion Design in the Natal Chart will be

Sun in Libra [Andre Leon Talley]

Venus in the 10th

Taurus 10th House

Libra 10th House

Venus in Virgo

Venus in the 6th

Moon conjunct Venus

Venus in the 2nd House

Mercury in harmonious aspect to Venus

Neptune in Libra

Venus in Sagittarius [Expansive/creative mindset/abundance]

Neptune in harmonious aspect to Venus [Anna Wintour]

Talent in Libra

Scorpio Stelliums [Pluto rules the underworld where jewels and finery reside- Gianni Versace and Anna Wintour have this in their charts- So does Grace Kelly]

Having Nessus in Capricorn can indicate that the father figure in your life might have been a bit abusive or a source of pain.

Having Asteroid Talent in the sign of Gemini might make one very well adept at wordplay. They could have a talent for writing or have hardcore skill at wit. In the 12th house might make them very skilled at writing fantasy or even writing for film/fiction.

Uranus in the 1st can make someone unusual looking, they may look androgynous or dress in a ‘rebellious’ or ‘avant-garde’ way. I’ve also seen 1st house Uranians have flat affects. They can have a demeanor that comes off as detached or in general RBF.

Speaking of Uranus, if you had an absentee father figure...

check to see if your 4th house has Aquarian or Uranian influence. In addition, see if your Sun is inconjunct to your Uranus or squaring it. 9 times out of 10 when I’m analyzing a birth chart, I have a native tell me their father skipped out or split from life very early. There’s always a story there.

Asteroid Psyche touching your 10th house/MC might make you a very skilled Psychologist. Asteroid Psyche [16] is about the mind/soul. If it’s in the house of work/reputation/prestige, you might apply this asteroid's energy to your career

Multi-planet oppositions in the natal chart

Will indicate a push-pull in your natal energy. You’ll be the person who struggles between two mindsets constantly.

If it’s between Gemini and Sagittarius you’ll struggle with the logical and philosophical. You may have constant existential crises. On a positive note, if you’re able to balance it, you’ll be able to see multiple sides of an argument. This is an ideal aspect for someone who debates, is in law, or journalism. If it’s between

Cancer or Capricorn you will deal with wanting to be self-sufficient but also have a deep need to nurture or be nurtured.

The Sign your Sun/Rising is in in your Solar Return Chart

Will usually indicate the energy you’ll take on for the year. In Aquarius your might be tech minded and quite detached. In Virgo, you may be especially detail oriented and cerebral. In Scorpio you may find yourself more emotionally sensitive, probing, or ruthless that year. In Leo, you may be more outgoing- self-centered, or unusually popular.

A Taurus Venus will like to feed you to show you they love you. Being Wined and Dined is how this Venus placement likes to demonstrate they care. They may also like to give you gifts to show you their admiration.

Sorry to break it to you, mutable gang...

But Sagittarius, Gemini, Virgo, and Pisces are among the top signs found in Serial Killers. I.E

Ted Bundy- Sagittarius

Jeffrey Dahmer- Gemini

John Wayne Gacy- Pisces

Mary Bell- Gemini

George Chapman- Sagittarius

Charles Cullen- Pisces

Danny Rolling- Gemini

Marybeth Tinning- Virgo

Alton Coleman- Sagittarius

Kenneth Bianchi- Gemini

Andras Pandy- Gemini

Dean Carter- Virgo

Andrew Cunanan- Virgo

Richard Ramirez- Pisces

Randy Steven Kraft- Pisces

Terry Blair- Virgo

Timothy Krajcir- Sagittarius

Yikes....

Taurus Suns, 11th House Virgos, Cancer/Capricorn 5th Houses, and Libra 7th Housers are typically the “Parent/Mom/Dad” of their friend groups.

Believe it or not, when it comes to “jealousy” over material things, it’s not Scorpio. Taurean/Leo placements [typically risings and Suns and moons] and especially underdeveloped will be the types to hate on you for having something [Usually clothing, car, house, etc] they want. Scorpios, though famous infamous for the jealousy stereotype, will usually show this trait only in romantic entanglements. This is because Scorpio is a water sign. Their primary mode of operation has to do with the emotional realm.

Mars in the 10th House is usually seen in those who make athletics part of their career.

Mars in Gemini have the most savage comebacks. They will make you feel so stupid if you argue with them. Mars is war and Gemini is wit. You’ll be hard pressed to win a battle of words with them.

I find those with Mars in Aquarius or aspecting Uranus will swing both ways sexually, regardless of how they identify.

Venus in Aquarius don’t really like to be touched/hugged. Picture Voldemort hugging Draco. Ironically, they will usually be the type of people to take up professions where they have to touch others. I've seen copious nurses with their Venuses touching Aquarius. Massage therapists as well. Might have something to do with the love [Venus] of helping others [Aquarius].

Those with multiple planets in the 12th House can make excellent actors. This is because their personality is in a mutable house. They can morph and chameleonize themselves very easily. Superb for taking on multiple personalities for their craft.

Men with Mercury in Leo, Capricorn, or harmonious aspect to Pluto tend to have very deep voices. There’s also a soothing vibe to them as well. James Earl Jones, Liam Neeson, and Anthony Hopkins all have these placements.

Contrary to popular opinion, Gemini isn’t the only sign that can be a “jack of all trades”. In fact, Libra Suns often fit in in various roles/professions. This has a lot to do with their diplomatic nature. Because they are often the peacemaker and a bit passive than their cousins, they are often welcomed in many different circles. This allows them to excel with networking/social climbing.

Jupiter conjunct/Square Saturn and Capricorn 9th Housers

are the placement[s] I see the most in those who have a deep skepticism of Astrology. Their belief system can be rather rigid [Saturn] which makes it harder/ for them to be open minded [Jupiter] to other schools of thought.

Each Planet/Sign rules a day of the week. Whichever day you were born can inadvertently make you take on some of the traits of that sign, regardless of what your “big 3″ are.

For example: If you were born on a Wednesday, ruled by Mercury, you can be especially cerebral or witty. Tuesday, ruled by Mars can make you fiesty, athletic and perhaps a bit impatient like Arians. Friday, ruled by Venus can make you extremely charming and friendly. Saturday, ruled by Saturn can make you extremely entrepreneurial-minded whereas being Born on a Monday [Moon] can make you security and family oriented.

Venus in Sagittarius, Sagittarius 5th House, 2nd House in Sag or Venus Aspecting Neptune in the sign of Sag might make one have an affinity for entertainment from foreign countries. I see these placements in the charts of those who enjoy anime, foreign film, or those who have a knack for languages [lot of trines to Jupiter is also an indicator of the latter.]

Asteroid Priapus... will make you want to uncontrollably merge with someone.

[I’m not even kidding. I had this aspect with someone and my Priapus touched their Jupiter and I wanted to tear the kid’s clothes off. All my friends had no idea what I saw in him. To them, he was not my “type”- whatever that means.] The sign Priapus is in will give you a hint as to what turns you on. In Virgo, someone clean cut, organized or well-groomed might tickle your fancy. In Libra, someone fashionable and sweet-natured. In Aries, someone outgoing or athletic, Capricorn, there can be an affinity for someone older, someone accomplished, or a general “daddy” fetish.

Sun conjunct Pluto or Sun Square Pluto...

will have gnarly authority issues. Same with Mars in the 1st or Mars in any of the career houses. They do not like being told what to do whatsoever. If you try to boss them around, they will do the opposite just to spite you.

In synastry, a Double Whammy of Sun/Pluto

energy will make two people addicted to each other. All their forbidden fantasies [Pluto] will be exemplified by the other person’s presence [Sun]. The sex will be on the rougher side and can make two people obsessed. However, if a break up were to occur, this placement will make it damn near impossible for two people to be friends again. There’s just too much passion involved.

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osakunt · 3 years

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Pitter patter around the house is heard upstairs when you walk back into the house. You ignore the sounds thinking it’s just Bokuto and the dog running around. You remember leaving your four year old asleep on the couch and Bokuto probably was trying to catch the husky who got into his gym bag and took his jersey.

Walking fully into the house, you make your way into the living room to find that your son was no longer sleeping nor on the couch as you thought he would be. Deciding to let you presence be known, you shout out to the three you had left behind to make a run to the grocery store. “Guys, I’m home !!” You shout setting your purse and the bags from the store.

Finding it odd that your son didn’t come greet you, you decide to look around the kitchen to see if he was hiding from you to pop up and scare you. Ever since he had found out about Halloween last year - he couldn’t wait to start trying to jump scare both you and his father. He had also made sure to get his costume all organized on the first week of the month so when the day came to go trick or treating he could be full on ready.

With you securing that he wasn’t in the kitchen you quickly put away the things you went out to buy for breakfast the next morning.

“How long do we have to wait” the boy with the same eye color as Bokuto asks not being able to wait another minute longer to jump out in front of you. “Give her two minutes. She’ll be up here any minute” Bokuto smiles down at his son. And as said, your footsteps were heard coming up the stairs.

“Ko ? Kiro ?” You call out for the both of them getting to the top step. “Go go go” Bokuto whispers and taps his son to blast out from the closet they were in, in the hallway way of the second floor. “BOO” your kid jumps out in front of you with stitch like drawing on his face that were drawn on by a marker. “I hope that’s washable marker” you say looking down at him “BUT LOOK !!! YOU’RE SO CUTE !!” Kneeling down you take ahold of his face and kiss his forehead - admiring the drawings he and Bokuto had drawn on his face. Plus the purple eyeshadow he had used under his eyes to make the look, look more ‘creepy’.

“Come. On !!!!! Why is it that we can’t scare you !! This is our third try today!!”

“What papa said”

“Because Ko. Why would I be scared of a cute munchkin like this one” you bring up your son in your arms, nuzzling into him.

“That is true” Bokuto ruffles Akio’s hair.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. We need to get you into your costume so you can be out that door by 7:30. You rush into the bathroom and use baby wipes to clean his face and start putting on the blue furry Onesie and a head band with eyes on it. Half way through the process Akiro started getting a little too excited that he couldn’t stop moving, taking you a good while to calm him down to zip up the warm suit for the cold night.

“Let me put your shoes on and you’ll be finished” you smile handing him your phone with the camera open to take a few snap shots of himself to distract him. Putting on the black velcro Vans on him - you carry him downstairs for him to run up to Bokuto who was dressed up as a choclate chip cookie.

“You ready bub ?”

“YESS !! let’s go”

“Now ,now let’s wait for mommy to get dressed and we can go”

“Mommy takes forever to get dressed” the young boy says with a ting of sadness in his voice.

“No I don’t” you meet them at the door with a sweater that had a cookie embroidered on it.

as soon as you got there, Akiro grabbed his fathers hand, pretty much dragging him out the door to start his first trick or treating fun.

Along the way you met with Kuroo who was also dressed up as a cookie. “I’m one sexy ass cookie” he talks to himself looking at his reflection off a car window. Both you and Bokuto were beyond grateful that Kuroo agreed to being apart of the posey for the night. “The kid isn’t a cookie monster unless he has a bunch of cookies so of course I’m down… I mean he’s my godson after all… duuuhhh”

“He’s Meians godson too ….”

“Shhh we don’t talk about that” he puts a finger to your lips.

The group became a little bigger when Atsumu and Meian came along also dressed up as the rest. “I like yer sweater…..how much ?” Atsumu pokes the cookie that was on the middle of your chest. “I got it made at the store that’s close to Osamu’s shop.”

“The one where the owner is an old lady ?”

“Yea”

“Never mind. She kicked me out ‘er store. Keep yer lousy pullover”

“Somesones butthurt”

“Meian, shut the fuck up”

“WARNING!! WARNING !! THIS COOKIE HAS GONE BAD” Meian continues to poke fun at Atsumu making you all laugh.

“Aweee you’re so cute !!! But I only see one cookie. Where’s the rest sweet face ?” An older lady who lived a few houses down, lets your gremlin grab a handful of the assorted candy in a bowl that was designed to look like a witch’s potion making bowl.

“Mama’s behind cookie papa and Cookie uncle, Cookie ‘Suro and Cookie Chumu are right there” he smiles brightly pointing out the rest of you, making you all shyly smile and wave at her.

“Wow you guys went all out this year. Okay Kiro make sure not to go cookie crazy, Kay ? Take care !! You too Kotaro and (Y/n)”

“Of course. Thank you” you smile waving before getting in the car to make it into another neighborhood.

“NOOOO !!!”

“You said I could get some ! ”

“Yea but that’s my favorite”

“…….oh…. Okay then I’ll grab some Nerds”

“ ‘Kay…wait…okay take those” Akiro looked over the purple box of small candy beads in it to make sure You weren’t taking the pink colored box. What he didn’t know was that you sneaked a pink box and some chocolates for the others.

“Does he have Dots ?”

“Think so ? I’ll sneak some out of his pumpkin at the next house”

You fist bump with Meian, agreeing on your plan to steal more of your sons candy.

“He got chips at the last house. I believe he got a five dollar bill too”

“Fuck the money. I want candy” Bokuto pops some M&M’s into his mouth. It was Kuroo and Atsumu’s turn to walk with Akiro to two houses which let the three of you enjoy whatever candy you snatched out the little boys pumpkin.

“Heyy !! It’s a haunted house over here !!” The two wave at y’all. You give them a thumb up that it was okay to go in. “You think it’s a good idea to let Kiro go in there ?”

“Yea. I don’t know about ‘Suro and ‘Tsumu though.”

“That won’t end well”

“We’ll have to wait and see”

Fifteen minutes later and you can hear Atsumu screaming and Kuroo swearing at the top of his lungs. You could also hear Akiro scream but giggle afterwards. When the three finally came out, Akiro was crying - Atsumu at the brinks of passing out - and Kuroo downing two bottles of water.

“Guess it wasn’t all that fun” Meian consoles Atsumu with rubbing his back

“Why are you crying ?! You were laughing the whole time !!” Kuroo looks at his godson with confusion

“Mommy the - the lady said I looked like uncle Chumu !!!” He yells out crying. “I wanna look like Papa !!”

“Heyyyy !!!” Atsumu’s heart squeezed but understood that the kid wanted to look like his father.

“Baby it’s okay. Uncle Tsumu isn’t all that ugly…” you swipe his tears dry, hugging him as he cries inky ku sweater. “Besides you look like me. That’s the strong genes” you wink feeling empowered.

“Dump all yer candy here and we’ll help ya pick em out. Open ones in the trash pile and closed in the ‘Imma eat them when ya go to sleep’ pile”

You all sit on the floor in a circle grabbing candy one by one from the hug pile.

“Your strategy of dumping his candy in a bigger container when his pumpkin is full was smart. You got it from mom, didn’t you ?” Meian looks at you while eating a Snickers

“Sure did” you high five your older brother.

When you all finish sorting out the candy, Akiro has fallen asleep on Bokuto’s lap. This giving you all the advantage to take some more candy.

“Thank you, guys. Y’all came through with the outfits”

“Girl, ain’t no problem. We all love Akiro, so we’d definitely drop by no matter what.” Atsumu smirks getting cocky about his love towards your child.

“Yea but there’s nothing compared to a godfathers love”

“Nahhh nothing like a uncles love for his nephew”

You walk away with your husband and child to get him out his costume and into bed to join the others for some grown up time and maybe even a sleep over.

“Let’s watch Scary Movie.”

“How about we watch all of them. We need the comic relief after a long night”

“I’m down”

“Same here”

“I’m fine with it”

“Yea”

You all didn’t even get passed the middle of Scary Movie 4 when the three Volleyball players fell asleep. Around the beginning of the fifth movie of the series was when Kuroo passed out and you got the tv to yourself to watch Teen Titans. (The actual OG one not no Teen Titans Go). You feel alseep after the third episode, sadly.

I giggle when I read this

#atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #Meian shugo #Meian x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #atsumu miya x reader

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tatestripedsweater · 3 years

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Little Miracle

Pairing: Malcolm Gallant x Male!Reader

Plot: Malcolm and you go on a search for a furry friend to complete the family just in time for Christmas.

Fic exchange for: @mossybank

Wordcount: 1.8K

Gallant Icon: @copy-of-a-cheeto

A/N: I kinda made this into a Christmas fic so I hope that’s okay, it’s most likely my hormones but I teared up writing this. This is so cheesy, but I hope you like it!

“Can’t we just have them all?” Malcolm pouted as he looked over at you. The both of you had decided on adopting a dog, but your boyfriend had a hard time choosing which one to go and meet. If he could adopt the entire shelter, he would. “I just want to get one a pup cup!”

Each of you had talked about adopting a child, or maybe even a surrogate. But due to both of you not being ready for a child, a dog seemed like the perfect option. Also considering Christmas was drawing nearer, it would give that one special pup a new home, their forever home. A dog was your gift to one another.

“As much as I love you, no.” You kissed his cheek before looking at the computer screen at all the dogs, it did seem like a hard decision. You were finally seeing his perspective.

“What about Boris?” Pointing to a white chihuahua, Malcolm shook his head quickly. “Oh come on, he’s cute and beady eyed.”

“I got bit by one of those devils as a child.” That was an obvious no from him, the more you looked, the more difficult it got. It felt awful having to choose, but there was no way you two could look after more than one.

“Why don’t we go to the shelter? See which one feels right for us.” Your eyes met his brown ones as you watched him think on the decision, it would be hard to pick just one because of all the barking of other dogs. But you somehow managed to convince him, as long as he got to pick out the collar and name.

The drive there consisted of Malcolm going over names with you and singing Christmas songs in the process, he even suggested Malcolm Jr, but you shook your head at the idea since you weren’t shouting that out at the park. You didn’t even know why he was going over names, the dogs at the shelter would already have theirs, and you didn’t have the heart to confuse a dog by calling it something different. But you felt it would be better not to spoil your boyfriend's excitement either.

“I can already hear them.” He pouted as you parked in a spot outside the shelter, and he was right. The parking pulled at your heart strings, and you suddenly started to turn into your boyfriend in wanting to take them all home.

“Let’s do this.” You tried to sound confident and ready, but Malcolm could see right through you, he knew you were thinking the same as him but decided against asking if you were okay.

Just as you both got out the car, a plump woman with red hair smiled as she looked over. The two of you had called about adopting a dog and wanting to meet them in person, to which she thoroughly understood. She had said the same as you over the phone, ‘See which dog feels right’.

“Oh, it’s lovely to meet you two. It’s nice to see people adopting instead of buying.” The frown on her face suggested she had a strong opinion on the matter, but nonetheless she soon perked up as to not make either of you uncomfortable or awkward. “I’m Marian, by the way.” She spoke as she led you both inside.

The reception had dog pictures all around the walls along with shelves of toys and, from what you could see, dog food with treats for the four legged friend you both were about to receive.

“I’m Malcolm, this is my boyfriend ___.” He motioned over to you before Marian gave you both a gleaming smile, the dogs seemed to make you laugh as they didn’t sound to be upset. In fact, they sounded playful and as if they were interacting with one another.

“Let’s go out to the back garden where they’re spending their time, it’s play hour.” Both you and Malcolm looked at each other before grinning widely when she said ‘play hour’, you had a sneaky feeling you were going to be bombarded with dogs as soon as you walked in.

“They’re very excitable around new people.” Marian smiled as she led you two out back to where they all were, the garden seemed to be fenced off, so there was no able way for them to escape or for someone to break in. Toys surrounded the place, but the five dogs that turned to you and Malcolm bombarded over, it being obvious they were excited to see new faces in what they call their new home.

“Hello!” Malcolm sat down on the grass and let two golden retrievers, a pit bull and husky jump all over his lap and lick his face. He was having the time of his life, and you couldn’t help but look at your boyfriend in adoration, how you got so lucky you’ll never know.

Just as you say down, a small little dog toddled over to you, Boris. He moved to sit on your lap with what looked like a chewed up toy, but he didn’t seem to want to let the thing go.

The more time you spent with the little boy, the more he seemed to enjoy your company. Rolling onto his back to have his belly rubbed, playing tug of war with his toy. Just as the other dogs moved away from Malcolm, he couldn’t help but see the smile on your face as you played with the little fella. It was like love at first sight.

Even though Malcolm had said no to the Chihuahua at first due to a childhood experience, Boris didn’t seem as bad as the one he had come across. He could also tell you were falling for the guy, almost as if he had some competition now.

Moving closer to you and the dog, Malcolm grinned as Boris jumped up on his lap. It being obvious to Marian that the two of you had fallen in love with the dog. As beady eyed as he was, the dog looked at Malcolm In adoration but soon jumped from his lap to yours, him clearly having a favourite.

“That’s our Boris, he’s a very affectionate dog but does tend to get hyper.” Marian spoke as she pulled you both out of the attention you were giving the dog, which he didn’t seem to like due to him leaning up and licking your face. The sensation making you laugh. “I’ll get the paperwork and his small little fabric crate, it’s filled with blankets and toys but make sure you don’t forget that one, or he’ll have your head.”

Malcolm picked up the chewed up toy, it being a blue teddy bear that clearly needed some stitching. You picked up Boris, and he instantly curled up to you, he almost reminded you of Malcolm since he liked his cuddles as well.

“You always seem to get your own way.” You only smiled at Malcolm’s comment before giving the dog some kisses, his tail wagging in excitement as you did so. Moments later Marian came back with a small little cage, and you gently placed him inside, he soon calmed down when Malcolm gave him his toy.

He carefully picked up the cage as to not scare Boris, but he seemed to busy on chewing his toy's to notice that he was being moved. As Malcolm followed you and Marian back into the reception; her locking the garden door, you were already signing the adoption papers for Boris along with a small pack about his background history and any health conditions he had.

“Oh, I’m going to miss you.” She looked at him through the crate before smiling almost lovingly, she loved these dogs to death and seeing them get their forever home warmed her heart. Unlike the weather outside, which seemed to be getting cold, even Boris curled up to his blanket.

“Oh goodness, it’s snowing.” The two of you looked outside the window and to your surprise, the white flecks of snow had started to fall, which made you want to take Boris home as soon as possible. His bed already awaiting him along with many other things you two had bought a day before coming here.

“It’s as If he was made for you.” She spoke once more, tears actually starting to well up in your eyes as she told you two that. Malcolm had taken the forms and let you carry his crate as you all walked to the car, as he let you inside the passenger's seat with the crate on your lap as you put your seatbelt on then holding it close to you once again. Marian gave Malcolm a look before smiling, tears in her eyes as well as your own.

“Take good care of him, he’s been here the longest. No one seems to take any notice of him.” Malcolm smiled at her before nodding, each of them already being able to hear you talking to Boris through his crate.

“___ is a softie for dogs.” He chuckled before Malcolm smiled when he heard you baby talking to Boris from outside the car. Marian heard you as well, knowing that he would go to a good and loving home.”

With Marian saying one last goodbye to Malcolm, one to you and waving goodbye to Boris through the window. She was out of sight to tend to the other dogs, who you wished would have their forever homes soon.

“Thought you didn’t like Chihuahuas?” Your teasing tone made your boyfriend laugh as he strapped himself in as he got in the driver's seat. It was mainly you who drove for the two, but he thought it would be a good idea if you held on to the crate, as you seemed to have softened up to the dog.

“He’s going to be spoiled rotten this year.” Malcolm spoke as he reversed out of the parking spot before making it onto the road, making sure to put the heat on, so you were all warm and not freezing to death.

The snow had started to stick, and you were hoping for a white Christmas this year, especially since Boris would have one that was filled with love and numerous toys. And quite possibly his own meal for the big day.

“I think the snow is a sign.” Looking down at the curled up dog in the crate, Malcolm only agreed with you. Even though he tended to be superstitious, he surprisingly agreed with you.

“I always thought you were my miracle.” Malcolm said with love in his eyes as he glanced at you before looking back at the road, you having asked him to keep his eyes on the front of the window; even though he was trying to be romantic. “But, I think we’ve both found our little Christmas miracle.”

And there Boris lay, warm and cosy on the blanket, with the heat sending him into an even deeper sleep. Not knowing yet that this was going to be the home he was going to be cherished in. Forever.

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