#Ram Vera

[kinnbig]

Ram + autistic traits

#i've been wanting to make this for a while but the bl bracket poll thing spurred me into action #look at my boyyyyyy #look at him!! ough he is just. so important to me. #my engineer #ram vera #ram my engineer #ramking #kingram #perth nakhun #my engineer the series #uservik #thai bl #darcey.gif #darcey.txt #bl.gif #ram myen #darcey.main #ramking.gif

[days-of-storm]

Right in the feels!

#My Engineer #My Engineer the Series #RamKing #Ram Vera #perth nakhun

[bunnakit]

i am so fucking obsessed with Ram pls I just need a show all about him, I don't even care if it's romantic I just need to spin him around in a little terrarium (made by King)

#my engineer the series #ramking #kingram #ram my engineer #ram vera

[sunshineram]

more plants >:)

my sweet baby i grew from two leaves <33 love them so so much apparently is a ghost plant?? idk i just grabbed leaves from the mama plant i didnt look at what it was other than pretty! its more purple than ghost plants typically but they do come in purple so?? no clue. pretty mystery fella :)

my little baby boy <333 doing so good and sprouting so many heads i dont exactly remember what its name was it was something with sun in it but it doesnt look like a sunrise?? no idea but i love them bought this one hehe... 6 bucks for the plant and pot(too young to pull leaves off)

another propagated baby!! getting so big and strong!!! i think this ones also a ghost succulent, it has more of the classic look lol... love this little trooper even if its growing incredibly slowly hehe

my bearpaw <333 it scared me for awhile by dying back but its come back stronger than ever!! you can also see the old growth lol... look at those elongated leaves is the bottom left! those are old.. also need to start rotating this thang all its growth is on one side !! buddy you have other sides... maybe the grow light'll help it hehe

#rams garden adventures #when it gets to blooming season i can show yall my kalanchoes too >:)c #they're looking so much better than when i first got them #still rough but a whole lot better #my mom got me the bear paw cause she knew i wanted one #the dogs knocked it out of her hand when she got home >>; #its okay it survived obviously #it however hated when bi threw a ball up and it ricocheted off the ceiling fan into it #hated that shit!!! it died back so bad #its fine now though #totally not hiding my rocks and lps decorations behind my hand in that picture no sirree #update! seems the first one is a 'Graptosedum ‘vera higgins’' :) #very cool!

[verdictionist]

Hi so I've been crunching classes like kids getting crunched in fnaf anyways this was for an assignment

My teacher was like "make a symbol that represents something" and I was like "hold my drawing tablet"

#digital art #art #ibispaint art #skull #ram skull #horns #ram horns #school #school project #flowers #lavender #hyacinth #zinnia #coriander #daisy #aloe #aloe vera #calendula #using flowers to represent my emotions #my teacher has no idea #actually yes she does #cause i infodumped about them #oops #anyways #:)

[lilyoffandoms]

Weekend Portraits

From top to bottom + left to right:

​Marguerite Thorne (Choices CoP)

Aiden Zhou (Choices HSS)

Luke Watanabe (Choices CoP)

Lancelot du Lac (Choices Guinevere)

Zoey Day (Choices MOTY)

Marcus Barnes (Choices Alpha)

Gabriel Rose (Choices CoP)

Vera Reimonenq (Choices Nightbound)

Trystan Thorne (Choices CoP)

Elam (Choices TCH)

Jospehine Vance (Choices ILB)

Sean Gayle (Choices ES)

Autumn Nightbloom (Choices Blades)

Christie Jane Hayes (Choices TUH)

Ava Cunningham (Choices ILWI)

Gabriel Adalhard (Choices ID)

Rams Erndheart (Choices TE)

Wind (Choices LOA)

Yael Greene (TWC)

Amelia Langford (TWC)

Jason Lin (TWC)

Aryan Langford (TWC)

Lucas Kingston (TWC)

Evan Batra (TWC)

Clem Hawthorne (Choices TPS)

Nolia Julivert (Choices TPS)

#weekend portraits so far #will update as i finish more #my art ish thing #i polish nothing especially these sorts of hasty things #playchoices #choices stories you play #i’m gonna try and get two more of these done today since i find myself with an unexpected day off #anything yall desperately wanna see? #will give preference to flower prompts for this months choices challenge and that’s that list a character and a flower prompt

[tinyidle]

i want jongho to fuck me so hard i scream and cry but that's impossible and unfair

it only is if you dont ask him before.

imagine this (nsfw ahead; detailed desc themes of bdsm- the dominance, submissiveness, masochism parts; mentions of marking, dacriphyllia, breeding and heavy trust. remember boundaries in anything bdsm and heavy kink-related!)

he never wants to inflict actual pain unless you beg him and show that you trust him. and this will take months to about a year or two of being together.

when he's realized that you won't let up, and that you trust him with your body, jongho'd give you a loving kiss and immediately give you a shared safe word. 'shared' because if he feels like he's hurting you or wants to stop himself he'll blurt it out.

after you nodded in agreement, he would instantly smile and kiss you with more fervor, more roughness. little did you know that this was a mere taste of what was yet to come.

you almost regret your decision tbh. he still gave you chances to rest or stop completely, but each time you insisted on continuing. and with each permissive head motion or vocal hum he'd go harder than before.

before the actual sex happened, your neck, thighs and ass were decorated in medium-dark red marks; not hard to recover from but felt warm to the touch. your cunt was constantly gushing out it's own lubricant after it's had orgasm after orgasm from jongho's skilled lips and tongue, your clit and outer lips feeling slightly sensitive and a small throbbing sting.

finally inside, he goes hard on you. face down, ass up and gripped hard by his huge hands. he pounds into you so hard that tears are forced out of your ducts. you're screaming "jongho! JJONG, FUCK!" before sobbing from your cervix being repeatedly being rammed against.

jongho would pull out of you before turning you around and lifting your legs to your chest; head if you're flexible enough. he feels your legs shaking yet he orders you to hold them while he pushes he still hard length in your now reddened core, yourself somehow clenching unto him although you're visibly tired. apparently your libido isnt.

he doesnt gain a steady rhythm before you cry out in pleasure and pain and slight fatigue. jongho would probably look at your teared-stained cheeks before kissing your entire face and lightly biting your cheeks and nose, a huge contrast from him destroying your lower half.

when he comes inside you, you might as well consider yourself pregnant with how much he unloaded in you. you worked him up so much throughout the past months/two years of dating that all his pent-up sexual frustration emptied inside of you. when he pulls out of you, he acts like his usual caring self, scared of breaking you as you appeared to be in deep subspace.

but you never felt better. yes your core almost felt like it was on fire, leaking your boyfriend's seed; your legs felt nearly numb; and you couldnt stop mumbling and babbling 'daddy' and 'so much'; but once jongho gently lifted you up and gave you a quick, warm bath with him and helped you put on pjs and put on your favorite movie, you slowly got out of your heavy subspace.

"you did so well," jongho praised. he'd rub your shoulders while pulling up your leg and arm sleeves to rub aloe vera on your bruises to ensure that they heal fast. you'd smile and gave him a lazy kiss before falling into a deep sleep.

depending on how high your pain tolerance is you guys might do this type of sex every time you guys get that intimate with each other

#ateez smut #jongho smut #these anons are going to make me cvm in my shorts #tmi oops

[unpopularshipbracket]

The bracket is here! I had A Time fitting everything on one page, but it should embiggen so that all the names are legible. Thank you to everyone who submitted! I'll try to have the polls up soon.

Also, feel free to submit propaganda or images for any of the ships. By the nature of the bracket, it might be kinda hard to find stuff lmao.

The masterpost for the first tournament can be found here

Round 1a

Aaron Soto/Thomas Reyes vs. Mr. Mistoffelees/Rum Tum Tugger

Claude von Riegan/Flayn vs. Magic Brian/Brad Bradson

Kodiak Celius/Ambrose Cusk vs. Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill/Marco

Sam Lloyd/Evie O'Neill vs. Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs

Shang Qinghua/Noodle Guy vs. Dr. Alto Clef/Dr. Benjamin Kondraki

Jonathan Walsh/Ozzie Graham vs. Bart Curlish/Ken Adams

Blaze the Cat/Rouge the Bat vs. Grimlock/Starscream

Montrose/Ellis vs. John Doggett/Monica Reyes

Gwyneth/Huma Dragonbane/Magius vs. Luz Noceda/Hunter

Lulu/Yuna vs. Zachary Ezra Rawlins/Dorian

Vicki Appleby/Maureen Sampson vs. Todd Anderson/Charlie Dalton

Rosalina/Pauline vs. Tristan Taylor/Duke Devlin

Charlie Airstar/Tesla Magnets vs. Aone/Hinata

Haruto Keats/Theoto Rikka vs. Static Man/Nicholas Waters

Jeremy Fitzgerald/Fritz Smith (Not Michael Afton) vs. Breekon/Hope

Touko Kirigaya/Tsukushi Futaba/Mashiro Kurata vs. Death/Bunnymund

Round 1b

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon vs. Liam Dunbar/Hayden Romero

Taissa Turner/Shauna Shipman vs. Milo/Piers

Kate Shadow/Emilyko vs. Jupiter/Neptune/Venus

Josh Levison/Sally Malik vs. Sasuke Uchiha/Suigetsu Hozuki

Frank Grunn/Harold Ivy vs. Kyo Sohma/Yuki Sohma

Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji vs. Aleksander/Regina

Officer Lockstock/Officer Barrel vs. Mihashi/Tajima

Chad Cola/Deuu Dino vs. Dale Cooper/Harry Truman

Dee Eliade/Audrey Myers vs. Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine

Tsukuyo/Sacchan vs. Dark Mousy/Krad

Benjamin Deeds/Nathaniel Carver vs. C-53/Pleck Decksetter

Skeleteen/Ram Man II vs. Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata

Kyoko/Ayaka vs. Char Aznable/Amuro Ray

Wocky Kitaki/Vera Misham vs. Robin/Demetrius

Norita Yuuji/Shiota Nagisa vs. Andrei Bolkonsky/Pierre Bezukhov

Terry McGinnis | Batman/Shaka Okoro | Stalker vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

Round 2a

Mr. Mistoffelees/Rum Tum Tugger vs. Magic Brian/Brad Bradson

Ax/Marco vs. Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs

Shang Qinghua/Noodle Guy vs. Bart Curlish/Ken Adams

Blaze the Cat/Rouge the Bat vs. Montrose/Ellis

Gwyneth/Huma Dragonbane/Magius vs. Lulu/Yuna

Todd Anderson/Charlie Dalton vs. Rosalina/Pauline

Aone/Hinata vs. Static Man/Nicholas Waters

Breekon/Hope vs. Death/Bunnymund

Round 2b

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon vs. Milo/Piers

Kate Shadow/Emilyko vs. Sasuke Uchiha/Suigetsu Hozuki

Kyo Sohma/Yuki Sohma vs. Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji

Mihashi/Tajima vs. Dale Cooper/Harry Truman

Arthur Rimbaud/Paul Verlaine vs. Dark Mousy/Krad

Benjamin Deeds/Nathaniel Carver vs. Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata

Char Aznable/Amuro Ray vs. Wocky Kitaki/Vera Misham

Norita Yuuji/Shiota Nagisa vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

Round 3

Mr. Mistoffelees/Rum Tum Tugger vs Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs

Shang Qinghua/Noodle Guy vs. Blaze the Cat/Rouge the Bat

Lulu/Yuna vs. Rosalina/Pauline

Static Man/Nicholas Waters vs. Death/Bunnymund

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon vs. Kate Shadow/Emilyko

Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji vs. Mihashi/Tajima

Dark Mousy/Krad vs. Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata

Char Aznable/Amuro Ray vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

Round 4

Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs vs. Shang Qinghua/Noodle Guy

Rosalina/Pauline vs. Death/Bunnymund

Rashmi Jamil/Amelie Macon vs. Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji

Gundam Tanaka/Hajime Hinata vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

Semifinals

Sir Hammerlock/Wainwright Jakobs vs. Rosalina/Pauline

Haruhi Fujioka/Renge Houshakuji vs. Mina Murray Harker/Lucy Westenra

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

Maybe not so one-sided

Repost from my old blog sohoneyspreadyourwings

Drabble: Word Count - 1.1k

The feeling of the alcohol burning as it went down your throat was a stark contrast to cool feeling of the glass against your lips. Unbothered by the bitter taste, you set your glass down against the bar counter. Idly, your finger ran along the side of the glass, swiping at the condensation that had formed.

The bar was lively, men drunkenly singing along to Vera Lynn, while others began to keel over from a friendly drinking competition. You let out a small laugh as Bill Guarnere fell to the floor, knocking down a chair in the process.

“Somebody can’t hold their liquor,” came a snort to your left.

Taking another swig of your drink, you turned with a smile to see George Luz casually leaning against the bar counter.

“Me on the other hand? Five glasses in and I don’t feel nuthin’.” As if to prove his point further, George downed the rest of his glass before asking for another. Leaning against the bar, George nearly fell over as he tried to get the bartender’s attention.

Your arm instinctively reaching out to help him steady, you both let out a booming laugh.

“You alright there, George?” You managed to ask between laughs.

“Me? Just peachy,” he replied a bit breathlessly, a wide smile spread across his face, “Especially since I got you taking care of me.”

“Charmer,” you grinned, enjoying the way George’s smile grew more love struck at the comment.

He opened his mouth to no doubt say something witty, when he peered over your shoulder. Almost comically, his mouth clamped shut, eyes growing wide.

“I, uh, I think…” George stammered, “What’s that Perconte?” He yelled, before ducking down and ramming his hip into a nearby table.

“George?” You called out, but all you got in response was a grunt, and a small whine.

Face scrunched up in confusion, you turned around just in time to see someone make their way outside the bar. Curiosity got the better of you as you weaved your way through drunken men.

Opening the door, you felt a sigh of relief as the cool night air hit you, the quiet a welcome comfort to your ears.

The sound of a lighter clicking drew your attention, your eyes found Speirs a few feet away from you.

“Too noisy for you in there?” You said softly, making your way towards him gradually, as if making a sudden move would cause him to run away like a frightened deer.

Ron let out a short breathy laugh as he lit up his cigarette. “Something like that,”  he murmured.

“What? You’re not gonna offer me one?”

Ron’s eyes turned to you, a mixture of amusement and curiosity written across his face.

“Would you take one?” He challenged, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“No, but not because I think you’d shoot me,” you replied, relishing in the way that Ron’s smile grew by a fraction. “The offer just would have been nice,” you teased.

Ron’s gaze was lingering as he looked at you. Taking a long drag, he tore his eyes away, his gaze now fixed on the horizon.

“What brings you out here anyways? Looked like you were having a good enough time with Luz keeping you company.”

You couldn’t help the perplexed look that appeared on your face, as you looked at Ron. 

His eyes refused to meet yours as he continued to stare into the horizon.

“I was having a nice time with George. He saved me from boredom before he ran off.”

Your eyes searched Ron’s face, looking for the slightest bit of a tell.

“He ran off?” Ron said simply, his voice unwavering.

“Yeah, guess somebody scared him off. Do you know who that might have been?” You challenged, your mind already coming to its own conclusion.

“Not a clue.”

“He rammed into a table, you know.”

“Well, that’s tragic, but I don’t know who-”

“Ron,” you said softly.

His eyes snapped to yours instantly, his expression softening at the sound of his name.

“Why would you scare off George? He’s harmless, and he’s my friend I don’t get why…”

Ron looked at you hard, his jaw working as if he was fighting the words desperately trying to claw themselves out. With frustration, Ron put out his cigarette, his boot harshly scraping against the dirt.

“I mean…” your voice trailed off, “It’s not like your jealous right?”

Ron let out a sigh, crossing his arms against his chest. His downcast eyes met yours and it stole your breath away.

“But…me?” You tried to reason, “We hardly ever speak, and when we do, I’m the one who’s doing most of the talking. I thought, well, I thought you tolerated me at best. I mean, I knew I-”

You clamped your mouth shut, stopping yourself before you said anything that you might regret.

“You knew you what?”

“How I felt about you, how I feel, even if it is one sided.”

You both stood still, watching each other in fear that the other might run.

“Ron, we shouldn’t….I know we’re not supposed to. But I -”

In the blink of an eye, Ron quickly closed the distance between you both. His hands gently cradled your face as he kissed you. It was softer, far softer than you thought Ron was capable of. His hold on you was firm, an extension of Ron himself. He kissed you wholly, deeply, as if all there was was this moment. The both of you standing outside some dingy bar in the middle of a war, as your friends all sung along inside.

Ron pulled away first, his eyes still closed as he delicately cradled your face in his hands.

“It’s not one sided,” he murmured softly against your hair, placing a gentle kiss against your temple.

Your breath grew shakey, your eyes desperately pleading for Ron to open his own.

A loud bang caused you both to jump apart, the silent revere of your words , your kiss, broken.

A group of drunken soldiers came stumbling out of the bar, not paying you a second glance before making their way down the road.

You turned to look at Ron who was nearly halfway down the road.

He turned back to look at you, a somber expression written across his face. He gave you a small nod, a hint of a smile on his face, before he continued his walk.

Your heart felt heavy at the revelation that had just occurred. His words echoing in your head, searing itself into your mind.

“Hey!”

You turned to see George poking his head out the door.

“You in for a game of rummy?”

A smile appearing on your face, you nodded back at George, making your way back inside.

With one last glance down the road, you walked into the bar. Licking your lips, you felt the ghost of Ron’s lips on yours, and the weight of his words on your heart.

#ron speirs x reader #ron speirs x you #ron speirs imagine #ron speirs imagines #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers x reader

[fathomlessbabbling]

Smile, a Charak fic. Chapter 6: The Truth

This is a work of RPF. If you are uncomfortable with this, I VERY MUCH encourage you not to read this chapter.

This is also a chapter with an Explicit rating. Again, if you are not comfortable, do not read.

AO3 link here.

This is my first time writing a NSFW scene, so let me know what you think.

***

Tarak wrestled with the strange feeling in his gut since Tomas pointed out their observations of Ram at the beach. This sensation in the pit of his stomach was the perfect mixture of anxiety and hope; it made it difficult to live in and enjoy the moment truly. They spent a couple of hours on the beach before Tomas turned to Tarak and Ram with a face of fatigue.

“I think we have to wrap it up, gentleman. All this sun is hitting me a little hard this afternoon,” Tomas said with a weary voice.

Ram perked up with an expression of minor worry, “Not a problem! I’m sure we can find more to do throughout the day..”

Tarak’s attention picked up from his phone as he had read Tomas’ text multiple times since it came through, suddenly feeling a heat spread from his stomach to his chest as the opportunity to tell Ram was quickly approaching. He hesitated before nodding, “Yeah. We will be fine. We can care for ourselves if you both need to go home and relax.”

Tomas smiled, “Thank you, guys. I’m sorry. Too much sun on the beach, and all the energy gets sucked right out of me.” He gathered most of their stuff into their cooler to bring to the SUV.

As Tomas lifted the cooler to bring it to the vehicle, Ram stepped in to take one of the handles to assist. The two men left Tarak and Mateo to finish gathering the rest of their stuff. Mateo glanced at Tarak once the other two men were out of earshot.

“You feeling alright?” Mateo was blessed with a deeper voice that soothed Tarak’s ears.

“Yeah… I think,” Tarak said, too enveloped in his own thoughts to really be able to articulate.

Mateo put a caring hand on Tarak’s shoulder. “Remember something for me. Whatever happens, there is nothing wrong with how you feel, man.” The larger man gave a comforting squeeze as he stepped away. It was clear Mateo wanted to allow Tarak space to process everything.

Tarak was appreciative of the caring gesture. Even if, at this moment, he was too numb from his anxiety to show it. As Tarak and Mateo approached the SUV with the rest of the beach supplies, Ram stepped back from the trunk and hugged Tomas.

“I told Tomas since the hotel was so closeby that we could just go for a short walk back to our room to figure out what we would do for the night,” Ram said with a smile, then turning to Mateo, “Make sure he hydrates and uses some aloe vera. It will help with any sunburn if it comes up.”

Tarak watched as Ram went into caregiver mode. It was always the sweetest thing when Ram recognized when someone was ailed with something, either physical or emotional. It meant that he cared deeply and wanted to do his part to ensure their health. Tarak smiled lightly as he watched the conversation between Ram and their two friends. The anxiety eased momentarily and allowed Tarak to hope that what Tomas and Mateo said was true. He took a deep breath of the warm air and relaxed his mind and muscles.

Tarak approached and also gave both Mateo and Tomas a hug, “You are both wonderful. Thank you for this beach day. It was nice getting to relax by the ocean for a while.”

Tomas hugged Tarak closely and whispered as Mateo gave Ram a verbal goodbye, “We are a phone call away. Please keep us posted.” His tone was one of true caring, surprising Tarak to a point. Knowing he had people to turn to if the conversation went sour comforted him.

A few moments later, the black SUV pulled away from the parking spot, and with a wave, Tomas and Mateo had left them to their own devices. There was a comfortable silence between Tarak and Ram as they stood to wave. Eventually, Tarak turned and looked at Ram.

“Shall we, Charan?”

Ram met his glance with a warm smile that would melt any glacier, “We shall, Taraka.”

The two men walked through the beautiful Los Angeles streets and carried themselves as always. They talked about how wonderful Tomas and Mateo were to treat them to a nice time, they laughed and joked, and Ram managed to get one good pinch on Tarak’s ribs to the point that Tarak yelped with surprise and recoiled like a child. Things were as normal as they could be with the two men.

However, Tarak felt that energy build up inside him the closer they got to the hotel. How am I going to tell him? Should I wait until later in the evening? No, it has to be once we get back. I don’t know how long I can keep pretending. What will he say? Will he want me to leave and go back home? Thoughts continued to swirl in Tarak’s mind with each step. It was as if the fear inside had its own personality, and he struggled with it every time his heart swelled around Ram.

“Everything okay, Tarak?” Ram asked with a warm smile.

Tarak perked up at the question, “Of course, baby. Why?”

“You just seem very in your own head lately. I just wanted to make sure that you were alright.”

Tarak smirked and spoke truthfully, “I’m just working through some things in my head. Nothing to worry about.”

Ram’s eyes hovered on his for a moment as they continued to walk before he nodded.

A few minutes later, they approached the front doors of their hotel. Tarak’s heart was beating faster than it had in quite a while. Why can’t you be alright with how things are with you and Ram? Why do you have to want more? His mind was starting to betray him; the fear and angst of feeling something deeper for Ram than mere friendship beginning to grip him. As they stepped into the elevator, he could almost feel a weight on his chest slowly grow, threatening to rob him of his ability to breathe. Tarak did his best to take a deep breath as the elevator doors opened to their floor, and they moved to the hotel room door; an uncomfortable silence had settled between them.

Once the hotel room door closed behind them, Ram moved to his luggage to retrieve his phone charger. Tarak stepped towards his bag and felt like his skin was on fire with nerves. He took a long breath and stared out the window into the beautiful city.

Now, or never. Tarak told himself internally.

Just as he turned and was about to speak, Ram spoke up.

“Tarak…? There’s… There’s something I need to tell you,” Ram’s face was serious, but there was a hint of nervousness to his tone, which caused Tarak’s brow to furrow.

“What’s wrong?” Tarak asked. His thoughts immediately went to the beach. Maybe he saw Tarak looking at him. Maybe Tomas said something. As his mind ran wild with possibilities, Ram met his gaze, and he felt his thoughts go blank.

Ram paused and opened his mouth as if to speak, but only a breath came out.

“I…” Ram finally started to talk, Tarak seeing his expression drop as he found the words, “I had a wonderful time today….” His eyes were downcast, and he had the expression of someone who meant to say something else entirely.

Tarak eyed him with a curious and hopeful look but felt a surge of energy in his chest as Ram turned to sift through the clothes in his suitcase. As Ram had turned and broke eye contact, Tarak followed suit, but in the moments that followed, lost control of his body and his words.

“Ram,” Tarak said, husky and heavy, “I… I actually need to tell you something too….”

Ram turned quickly, locking eyes with Tarak. His eyebrows raised expectantly, but he remained silent.

Tarak took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I... I have to be honest. I haven't been feeling alright, as I said I was before... I've been struggling with something that has weighed heavily on my heart. It scared me deeply, but I've come to terms with it." He paused, searching for the right words, his voice filled with vulnerability. "I've missed you so much, Ram. Working on RRR was undoubtedly one of the best times in my life, and it took me a while to understand why. It wasn't just about the work; it was because I got to be next to you every day. I got to hold your hand, and it was magical." Tarak's voice quivered as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Clutching his eyes shut, Tarak continued, fearing the worst. "I can't stop thinking about you. Every night as I try to sleep, thoughts of you consume me. Your touch makes my smile brighten, your smile makes my heart race, and when you speak, my muscles threaten to give out." He struggled to find his next words, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I've realized that my feelings for you run deeper than friendship or brotherhood. I care for you with all my heart, Ram. I believe I've felt this way for years, but it took me so long to realize it. And while I'm overwhelmed with these feelings for you, I'm also deeply terrified."

Tarak's tears flowed freely now as he confessed his deepest fears, his voice breaking through shuddered breaths. "I'm terrified to be standing here, saying these words because my worst fear is that you will turn away or that our friendship will end. I need you like I need air or the sun on my face. I hope beyond hope that our closeness won't end because, with you by my side, I would no longer need to dream. Because how can a dream be more beautiful than seeing your smile each day...?"

There was a tense silence, and Tarak couldn't bear it. His fear gripped him too tightly, and the weight of his vulnerability threatened to break him. "I'm so sorry, Ram," he breathed out, holding his head in his hands. As Tarak's emotions overtook him, he felt Ram's warm, soft hands gently grip his own. Ram's fingers intertwined with his, giving him a glimmer of hope. Tarak slowly lifted his teary eyes to meet Ram's gaze.

Ram stood before him, tear streaks marking his cheeks. His voice was filled with tenderness and emotion as he spoke, his hand cupping Tarak's cheek, gently wiping away the tears. "Tarak... I have been yours since the day we met," he confessed, his voice quivering. "Thoughts of you have never left my mind all these years. You've always had my heart in your hands. You are my Tarak."

Tarak's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in disbelief. He searched Ram's face for any sign of uncertainty but found none. Something unspoken passed between them, a shared understanding. Tarak took a small step closer, silently asking for permission, and saw a faint smile tugging at Ram's lips. Tarak’s hand slowly rose to rest against Ram’s cheek as his thumb caressed away the tears that had rolled down his beautiful eyes. He felt their breaths comingle from their proximity, making his body tremble. Ram’s eyes were so beautiful. Tarak looked at Ram’s lips and felt his head lean closer, almost on its own.

In a moment of breathtaking beauty, Tarak closed his eyes and felt his lips brush against Ram's in a tender, hesitant kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their lips lingered, the world around them fading into the background. Every worry, every ounce of anxiety melted away, leaving only the warmth and connection between them.

Tarak felt a surge of electricity coursing through his veins as the kiss deepened, their lips moving in sync. It was almost a dance, a meeting of long-hidden desires finally given freedom. He could feel himself absorb the moment, the feeling of their genuine connection only realized through this kiss. He felt his body press closer to Ram’s, wanting to immerse himself in the other man's warmth. His arms wrapped around his Ram and pulled him into an embrace that conveyed all the desire inside. Ram's hands found their place around Tarak’s shoulders, his fingers caressing along his neck, which sent a shiver down Tarak’s spine. The world around them faded away as they kissed, leaving only the sound of their heartbeats in their ears. The weight that had lifted from both of them was the acceptance of their true feelings for one another.

Every touch, every movement felt electric, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together. Tarak reveled in the softness of Ram's lips, how they molded perfectly against his own as if this kiss was always meant to be. As the kiss gradually subsided, Tarak rested his forehead against Ram's; their breaths fell on their beards, the intensity of their desire thick in the air. They remained locked in their embrace, savoring the moment.

"I never want to let you go," Tarak whispered, his breathy voice filled with sincerity. He hadn’t spoken a truth so deep in his life. Ram's gaze met his, and they exchanged a knowing smile, their eyes conveying a depth of understanding that words could not capture.

"I don’t either," Ram replied softly, his voice laced with tenderness.

Tarak's heart swelled with joy, knowing that his feelings were reciprocated and their friendship had blossomed far deeper.

“I would very much like to kiss you again. If you’ll have me,” Tarak whispered, a slight grin playing across his face.

Ram giggled a little before leaning forward again, capturing Tarak’s lips in a kiss that continued to deepen. Tarak felt his body shift backward until his legs met the side of his bed. He broke the kiss to confirm how close they were to his bed before turning back to Ram. Before he could say anything, he felt Ram’s hand gently push against Tarak’s chest to guide him onto his bed. Tarak smiled and slowly moved until he was laid down while Ram followed him. Tarak let out a small excited giggle as Ram hovered above him and leaned down to capture another deep kiss again.

Their lips continued to move in sync, the passion and tenderness building with each passing moment. Tarak's hands roamed across Ram's back, pulling him closer until there was no space between them. Ram's hands trailed down Tarak's chest, his fingers tracing patterns over the fabric of his shirt. The heat between them was palpable, the air thick with desire.

Tarak moaned as Ram's lips moved down his neck, trailing hot kisses along his skin. He felt his body responding to Ram's touch, every nerve ending on fire. It was as if they had been waiting for this moment for years, the culmination of a love brewing beneath the surface for far too long.

Ram's hands moved to the hem of Tarak's shirt, his fingers dipping underneath to trace circles on his stomach. Tarak arched his back, wanting more contact, more of Ram's touch. He felt Ram's lips curve into a smile at his reaction. Then, feeling playful and explorative, Tarak quickly flipped their positions, Ram snickering at the sudden movements. Tarak dove back in to capture Ram’s kiss with hunger as his hands roamed his muscular chest, finally indulging all of the many thoughts that crossed his mind these last few days. As Tarak’s kisses traveled from Ram’s lips to his neck, he delighted in the small whines that emanated from him.

Tarak’s hands found the edge of Ram’s shirt, and he looked up into Ram’s eyes with a look of hunger and a need for connection.

“I’ve never done this before…” Tarak admitted with a breath as he gazed into Ram’s gorgeous eyes with anticipation.

Ram reached up and caressed Tarak’s face as he showed a comforting smile, “I haven’t either. But we can take it slow. We have all the time in the world,” Ram whispered, his voice filled with love and reassurance.

Tarak felt relief wash over him, knowing they were both in the same boat. He leaned in to capture Ram's lips again, his hands moving to explore the smooth skin of his stomach under the tank top. The heat intensified, the world around them nonexistent as they explored each other's bodies with a hunger bordering on desperation. It was an intoxicating feeling, the thrill of discovery mixed with the deep love and affection they shared. Tarak growled as he felt the bulge growing in his swimsuit rub against Ram's, the friction making his body tremble.

As their passion continued to grow, Tarak lifted Ram's shirt up and over his head, taking in the sight of the smooth tan skin of his chest. Tarak then removed his own shirt and leaned down, needing to feel their bodies together as his lips found Ram's clavicle. The sensation of Ram's bare chest against his own was exhilarating. Tarak's kisses trailed down to the center of Ram's chest, and he felt his lover’s hands move through his dark curls.

Their bodies were entwined in a heated dance, each touch and movement sending sparks of pleasure. Tarak could feel his own desire growing with each passing moment, matched only by the intensity he could feel radiating from Ram. His hands and lips traced their way down Ram's body, exploring every inch of skin, as Tarak moved lower and lower towards the tent in Ram's swim trunks.

“Tarak…” Ram moaned, his body trembling as his lover was now close to eye level with his waist.

“Do you want this?” Tarak asked in a flirty voice, lightly brushing against the tip of the tent in Ram’s swim trunks with his palm. Tarak felt a dark hunger build from the moment of contact and met Ram’s gaze with a look of mischief. Ram’s body flexed from the brief moment of contact, his breath coming in small bursts as the desire overtook his faculties. Ram met Tarak’s hungry gaze and nodded with a breathless smile.

Tarak slipped his fingertips under the waistband of Ram’s swimsuit trunks and lifted as he pulled down, slowly seeing Ram’s member revealed before him. He felt that burning desire only grow as he slipped Ram’s trunks the rest of the way down his legs and tossed them to the side. He stared with hunger at its length and smirked at the throbbing sensation that made it twitch. He locked his eyes with Ram as he reached up and gently wrapped his hand around its length, taking in the new and delightful feeling as he stroked it up and down. Ram’s eyes clutched shut, and another delicious sound escaped him at the sensation, making Tarak’s grin widen. He then took his other hand to gently cup and massage Ram’s testicles, finding himself mesmerized by how smooth they felt in his hand. This exploration was driving Tarak wild, and he constantly looked up to Ram for confirmation to continue.

As he played with Ram’s member, he found himself moving closer and closer to the tip. Tarak knew his breath was teasing the skin as Ram’s trembles beneath him became more uncontrolled. Feeling a surge of curiosity, Tarak held his hand at the base of Ram’s cock so it stood up straight and flicked his tongue over the tip. Ram became breathless as he cast a pleading glance down at Tarak as a sign to do that again. Tarak then dragged his tongue along the shaft before sliding Ram’s length into his mouth, enjoying the taste and the feeling.

Ram’s movements grew wilder as Tarak bobbed his head up and down, loving the feeling of Ram’s length throbbing in his mouth. Finding the hunger take over, Tarak moved with purpose. His once curious movements were replaced by the pure desire to please his lover. As Ram’s breaths became more energized, Tarak pushed himself to take Ram further and further down his throat. It was a challenge, but one he took seriously. The first time he found himself deepthroating Ram, his cock hit the back of his throat. He started to gag but fought back the urge. He wanted to feel the entire length of his lover in his mouth. His determination was rewarded as he slowly slid Ram’s length down his throat, feeling his throat open to accept it. Tarak found deep pleasure in the feeling while Ram’s hands shot down to his head and gripped him tight as he moaned out Tarak’s name.

It was the sign he had waited for. Tarak pulled back and had to work hard to catch his breath. He then looked up to Ram for his cue. Ram’s eyes were clenched shut, his head tilted back. Tarak then wrapped his hand around Ram’s length and began to stroke at a frenetic pace. Ram’s body seized up, and he let out a guttural moan, coating Tarak’s hand in his seed. He stared in awe at Ram’s primal sexiness. Tarak continued pumping his hand up and down until Ram’s cock stopped throbbing in his hand until the last drop had landed on his wrist. Tarak reached for one of the towels they had brought to the beach and cleaned his hand. At some point, he would explore what it was like to taste Ram’s release, but that would be an experience for later.

A few minutes later, Ram came to his senses as he looked down at Tarak.

“You… holy shit Tarak, you were amazing,” he said with a dazed smile. Tarak grinned and blushed, his confidence bolstered.

“You liked it?”

“Of course I did!” Ram replied, taking Tarak’s hand and kissing the back of it, “You’re amazing.”

Tarak blushed and looked away, but he didn’t have time to process that Ram thought so highly of him before Ram took hold of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Tarak placed his arms around his waist, and the two kissed deeply. It started out slow, but soon it built into something more fiery.

Tarak felt Ram’s hand at his waist as the kiss built up in passion. When Ram broke the kiss, he saw the mischievous spark in his eyes as he deftly flipped their position again. Tarak allowed himself to be laid on the bed as his lover climbed on top of him. With a hunger and intensity that caught Tarak off guard, Ram’s mouth kissed and nipped from his neck to his hairy chest. Tarak closed his eyes and leaned his head back in pleasure as Ram stopped to bury his face in the tuft of hair at the center of his muscular chest before he continued kissing downward. As Ram got closer to his waist, he felt one of his hands grip and massage his own throbbing member under his swim trunks. He found himself almost growling at how he enjoyed the feeling, catching a mischievous glance from Ram as he smiled and continued kissing downward.

He blushed as Ram slowly slipped his trunks down, feeling completely exposed to his Ram. He smiled as Ram’s eyes widened at his size before he saw a hungry smirk reveal itself. Unlike his exploration of Ram, he was teased as Ram leaned down to kiss his inner thigh and then up to the base of his belly. It was as if Ram delighted in avoiding making any contact with his quivering length. Every time Ram moved as if he would finally caress the tip of Tarak’s member with his lips, Ram would shift his movement to tease him again. This delightful little dance made Tarak’s body tremble with desire; his nerve endings felt like they were catching on fire every time Ram moved away.

Tarak sent a hungry glare down at Ram and saw a devilish grin in return. Eventually, Ram positioned his mouth above the prominent member and, without hesitation, slid as much as he could into his mouth, eliciting a moan dripping with pleasure from Tarak.

"Ram! " Tarak groaned his name in the throws of ecstasy,

That was all it took for Ram to begin bobbing up and down, taking the length as far down his throat as much as possible. Ram was completely lost in the pleasure that having Tarak so deep in his mouth gave him. He couldn't help but look up as he serviced Tarak, satisfied at the moans and whimpers coming from above him. He loved the feeling of Tarak’s hands in his hair and that he was the one to make Tarak feel this way.

Tarak could feel his body heating up. He could feel the haze of the pleasure building toward his climax. Ram must have picked up on that as he removed his mouth from Tarak's length and leaned down to lick at his balls, preventing the release for the moment. Tarak had no idea how sensitive that area was to such sensations and felt his whole body tense as he hissed with pleasure. He looked down to match Ram's playful gaze as he felt one of his testicles slip in and out of his talented mouth. Tarak couldn't help but continue to moan in pleasure as he wondered where Ram had learned these techniques. That pressure in his body returned as he felt himself building towards his climax, the moans and trembles in his body becoming much more erratic with each flick of Ram's tongue.

" Ram! I'm going to-" Tarak's breathless words were cut off as Ram quickly shifted to take the member back into his mouth. Tarak looked down with uncontrollable pleasure as he came with a groan.

He couldn't help but look down at his lover like a lovestruck schoolboy as Ram swallowed all of his seed. With each pump out of his cock, he felt Ram's eager tongue lap his seed and swallow it down.

Tarak felt every muscle, every worry, and every thought melt away as the spasms of his orgasm subsided, and he looked with a dizzy smile down at his Ram, who slowly kissed his way back up Tarak's belly. He reached and ran his fingers through Ram's hair as his mouth reached his chest, and eventually felt their lips meet in another passionate kiss, Tarak tasting some of himself in Ram's mouth. Tarak slowly pulled back from the kiss and met Ram's gaze.

"That was... absolutely incredible..." Tarak uttered breathlessly.

Ram smiled with a satisfied expression. "I'm happy you enjoyed it, baby."

The term of endearment meant something different now, shifting away from the playful term to an actual heartfelt label for how they felt about each other. It warmed Tarak's heart as he slowly wrapped his arm around Ram as he lay beside him.

"Where did you learn to do those things...?" Tarak asked, his eyes slowly blinking as he enjoyed the afterglow of their first experiences.

Ram giggled and blushed slightly, "I may have watched an adult film or two."

The two men giggled like children before a comfortable and emotional silence filled the room. Ram leaned to rest his head on Tarak's arm and placed his hand on Tarak's chest, their legs slowly entangling together. They just lay together and stared into each other's eyes, periodically leaning over to lightly kiss the other. Tarak was convinced this was what heaven must feel like as he reached up with his free hand to lightly brush against Ram's temple and hold his cheek.

"I don't believe there are enough words to express how lucky I am." Tarak eventually said in a sound just above a whisper as he looked with affection into Ram's beautiful face.

Ram smiled with a blush as he moved closer to nuzzle into Tarak's shoulder. "I'm the one who is lucky, Taraka."

The two eventually drifted off to sleep in this position, holding each other close and finding the sweetness of their proximity infectious. Tarak's eyes slowly opened as he heard his phone buzz from the nightstand. He made no move to check it as he saw Ram's sleeping form in his arms, not wanting to disturb him. There was no need to do anything other than just lay with his Ram and smile.

After a few moments of this peace, his phone buzzed again. This time, Ram's eyes slowly opened, and Tarak saw the funniest and cutest sleepy face ever. He giggled at the sight of Ram with one eye closed as he glared at the nightstand, to which Ram replied with a quick pinch to Tarak's side. As the two finished their playful moment, Ram eventually spoke.

"You should check your phone... And then throw it off the balcony." Ram suggested with a playful sleepy grin.

Tarak laughed as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand, grunting as the screen's brightness blinded him. It was a text from Tomas, one of many, as it turned out.

T: Is everything alright with you two?

T: Hello?

T: Did you talk to Ram?

T: You’d better be bumping uglies!

T: Seriously tho, is everything good?

Tarak laughed a little at the texts, which caused Ram to raise a brow.

“Who is it?” Ram asked with that tired tone.

“It’s Tomas. He was just checking in on us.”

Ram shook his head and took a breath. “He must have been psychic.”

Tarak laughed, then paused for several moments as a suspicious thought entered his mind. “Wait, what did you say?”

Ram picked his head up from Tarak’s chest with a look, “I said he must have been psychic. I vented to him several times about wanting to tell you what I felt. In fact, I may have asked him discreetly if we could end the beach day so we could have time to talk.”

Tarak’s expression turned shocked, “ I vented to him too! He asked me the other night at the clothing store if we were together! I ended up confiding in him everything I was feeling!” Ram’s eyes widened before he laughed uncontrollably, burying his face into Tarak’s armpit. “That little snake!” Tarak shouted as he also laughed at how funny the situation was. The two men continued to giggle at their circumstances before Tarak felt his heart swell, his arms wrapped tightly around his Ram, and he smiled brightly.

Ram’s head lifted from Tarak’s armpit, and he pecked Tarak on the lips, “We will have to do something special for our matchmaking friends.”

Tarak’s eyes narrowed as he tried to think of some ideas. “Well, now that we know he is not feeling sun sick, we should bring them both to dinner. It's still early enough,” Tarak said, glancing down at the time on his phone.

Ram’s eyebrows raised in excitement at the prospect of food. “I like that plan.”

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Here is a special peek into an alternate universe! One where everyone's gender is swapped! It was a lot of fun and kinda a trip to go back and rewrite previous parts of the story. I hope you all like it!

And, I hope you all like the picture WastedTimeEE drew of Marigold (the female version of Marcus) in a family photo with her mom and dad, Zelda (Zach's female alternate version) and Varun (Vanna's male form)! It came out just so gosh dang cute and sweet! You can find it here on my SoFurry page in the link below! You can also find it on Wasted's pages over there and on FurAffinity!

Found (Genderswapped Shenanigans)

By

ShadowBunnyDragon

"What's the matter, Puppy Love?" Don asked, the diminutive ram reaching up to take the large gray she-wolf's paw in his hooves. Vera looked down at her mate with a smile before letting out a sigh, her ears and tail drooping a bit.

"Sweet sawgrass, Honey Ram," she said, rubbing her temple with her free paw. "That last place... did ya see the way that guy was looking at us? Ya'd think we were drooling, snarling monsters the way he acted!"

"I know, Vera," Don said with a note of sadness in his voice, "that is to be expected. B-between us being a pred/prey couple... and my criminal history... adopting for us was never going to be easy." The ram looked down at his hooves, only to be swept up into a (near) bone crushing hug by his much larger mate.

"Honey Ram, ya've more than made up fer that. Yer a hero! Anyone who holds yer past against ya like this, ta this degree, is just bein' more stubborn than Ma can be." Don let out a surprised OOF, but recovered and started to rub his mate's arms with his hooves. "We're two mammals lookin' to give some pups a lovin' and stable home, and gettin' passed over like that... it just ain't right."

"I know, Puppy," Don said as he was set back down. He adjusted his tie and lime green sweater vest. Rather than a full suit and tie, Don had decided to dress more upscale casual, so as to leave a good impression. Vera was wearing a light blue sundress. Normally a bit more tomboyish, she too had decided that their chances would be helped by dressing up a bit. "I suppose we have no choice but to just keep pressing forward. If it's any consolation, this place seemed much more promising than the previous one when I booked our appointment. And that was after they had completed a full background check on us." Looking up at his mate, Don's heart skipped a beat when he saw the smile that grew on Vera's muzzle. He was reminded daily of just how much he loved this she-wolf. It had been five years since their tithe and the subsequent caprid ceremony, but they still acted like newlyweds.

"I really hope that there's a little pup and lamb in there that we can open our home to," Vera said, standing up straighter and smoothing out her dress.

"I'm sure we will!" Holding his hoof in her much larger paw, Vera and Don walked up the well-maintained sidewalk path, Vera spotting the sign on the manicured front lawn.

"Warm Hearts, Warm Hearth's Children's Center," she read aloud. The red brick building, not being too far from Little Rodentia, was itself a bit on the small side. From the children's drawings taped to the windows to how well-kept the property was, it gave off more of a cozy feeling, as opposed to the more austere feeling the last facility gave off. It was a very welcome contrast to the couple as they entered the front doorway.

"Welcome," said a male kangaroo with a kind smile as he entered the reception area, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. Out from a nearby doorway came the excited squeals and happy laughter of children. "How can I help you?"

"W-we're the Hunter-Bellwethers. I believe that we spoke on the phone?" Don said, adjusting his glasses.

"Ah yes," the kangaroo said, heading on over to his desk and motioning for the couple to sit down in the chairs opposite it. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Hunter-Bellwether. I'm Adam Hopper, by the way, director here at Warm Hearts, Warm Hearths. You two are early, by the way."

"We're just that eager ta adopt," Vera said, still holding Don's hoof in her paw. She could feel him give her a reassuring squeeze.

"I like that," Adam said, "and if you two are here, then that means that you have been approved to adopt."

The wolf and ram could hardly believe their ears. They shared a look, both with excited grins on their faces, before looking back to Adam.

"That's wonderful news," Don said. Vera was silent, but her tail thumping her chair spoke volumes to her joy. It was then that Don spotted a small wire picture frame on the desk, containing a picture of the kangaroo before them and a tiger, both wearing white tuxedos, the latter nuzzling the former. Don had to stop himself from cooing at how precious the moment captured was, but Adam seemed to have noticed. There was a certain sparkle in his eye as he continued.

"My mate and I know how hard it can be for pred/prey couples to adopt. But I want to assure you both that you have nothing to worry about moving forward."

"Uhm," Don said, shifting a bit in his seat, "a-are you sure? I mean... y-you must know about my... past."

"Mr. Hunter-Bellwether," Adam said, taking note of how the she-wolf leaned down to hug her smaller mate, "everyone makes mistakes in their past. What is important is that you have not only been able to move past it, but even gone on to become a hero to the entire city, at great risk to yourself no less. I promise you, there is no problem here." Don and Vera both felt assured by that. "Now, moving on, you said on the phone that you would prefer children older than infants or toddlers?"

"Y-yes," Don said, feeling suddenly nervous again.

"We know that most couples tend ta adopt the really little ones more than the older pups," Vera explained, "so we were hopin' ta make a difference fer some pups more in the six ta nine age-range."

"Understandable, and you really will." Adam smiled again, quickly getting back to business. "Now, you also expressed a desire to adopt a wolf and a sheep? May I ask why that is?"

"W-well, we felt that it would probably help us to connect with them and better guide them through certain things and instincts in life. L-like the headbutting phase," Don said with a blush. He received a kiss to his forehead from Vera.

"And o'course, the howling urges," the she-wolf said simply. "But we'll still happily adopt outside our species, so it's not a dealbreaker."

"Absolutely! We just want to be parents!" Don chimed in.

Adam chuckled at that. "That's good to hear," he said, pulling out a file from his desk and opening it. He grabbed a photo and passed it to the couple. "As it just so happens, we have a trio that fits what you're looking for almost perfectly." The ram and she-wolf looked down at the photo to see three young mammals, smiling and hugging in a pose for the camera. One was a black wolf pup, wearing a yellow t-shirt and blue shorts, with bright yellow eyes. Then there was a little black-wooled ewe, in a yellow sundress. And sandwiched in between the two was... a largely furless mammal. He, as Don presumed the child was a boy, was wearing a similar shirt and shorts to the wolf pup. He had a shaggy patch of chestnut brown fur atop his head, but based on the rest of his face and arms and legs, he looked like he was otherwise devoid of any fur.

"This cute little trio think of each other as siblings, and have refused to be separated. The oldest, the little wolf boy, is Alex. He's eight. Tiffany, a sweetheart, is the ewe, and she's seven. And there in the middle is little Leon. He's six."

"Oh my... well, we only discussed having two lambs... but I don't think that three would be a problem, Puppy?" Don looked up at his mate, who was looking between him and the picture. Her tail was still wagging.

"True... three is a bigger commitment than two already was... but I ain't gunna go separatin' siblings from one another, even ones not related by blood. Though, I gotta ask, what species is little Leon? Don't get me wrong, he seems just as adorable as his brother and sister. I just never saw one of... whatever he is before," Vera said.

Adam began to rub the back of his head, looking uncomfortable. "Well, that's the thing. We don't know. We even had a sample of his DNA tested, but all we got back was an Unknown. And he doesn't match any kind of species on any registry we've been able to find. So... he's still an unknown species. And all we have to go on is that he was picked up from the streets at around age three or four."

"Oh," Don said, looking down at the picture again. "The poor little guy. He must've been so scared!"

Vera frowned at the thought of a child that young being all alone without anyone to take care of them, and let out a small whine. "Not knowin' what his species is might make it a bit harder ta relate ta him or some of the things his species goes through as they get older... but whatever he is. He and his brother and sister are more than welcome ta join our little pack... if'n they want. Right, Ramchop?"

Don looked up at his mate and, hopping up in his seat, he reached up to kiss his she-wolf on her nose.

"Of course, Puppy," Don said, handing back the photo to Adam, who kept in a snicker at how cute the couple across from him was together.

"Well, in that case, how about we introduce you two to them, and move on from there?" With an enthusiastic assent from the couple, Adam got up and led them through a short hallway into a room with some couches in it. Vera and Don took a seat on a maroon leather couch across from a navy blue one and waited while the kangaroo exited to go and get the children. Adam returned shortly afterwards, herding three young mammals into the room. Right away, Don and Vera noticed how Alex, who was wearing a red shirt with black shorts, was placing himself in front of the other two protectively, looking over at the two strange mammals with determined yellow eyes. Tiffany, who was wearing a blue dress similar to Vera's with a matching bow on her head floof, and Leon, who was in a green shirt and blue shorts, were both looking over his shoulder, soft hazel and curious deep blue respectively. Leon, despite being the youngest, seemed to be taller than his brother and sister, and was hugging a green stuffed dragon to his chest. Nervously, the three walked to the other couch and took a seat on it, huddling close together. Don and Vera both had to hold back a coo at the cuteness.

"Alex, Tiffany, Leon, this is Mr. and Mrs. Hunter-Bellwether; what do we say when we meet new people?" Adam asked in a gentle voice.

"H-hi," Tiffany spoke first. This was chorused by Leon and Alex.

"Hi there, pups!" Vera said, excited. Her tail was making a thumping sound against the couch where she sat, and that made Leon and Tiffany giggle. Alex turned to look at his siblings, before looking back at the strange couple before them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you three," Don said, beaming at the little lambs. After the initial introductions, the conversation continued, albeit a bit awkwardly at first. Don and Vera learned that Alex loved soccer, Tiffany enjoyed writing, and Leon liked to draw and explore.

"Are you going to adopt us?" Tiffany asked, putting a hoof around Leon and pulling him into a side hug. "'Cause Leon's our baby brother, and where we go, he comes with." The little ewe was polite, but very firm in her statement. Adam looked shocked and a little worriedly at Don and Vera, who both seemed to be holding back chuckles at the brave little lamb.

"Well, if y'all three don't mind the idea of us becommin' yer parents, we really would like ta adopt all three of ya," Vera said. At that, the pups seemed to relax a bit.

"You three do deserve to know that... because we're a predator and prey couple, we sometimes receive harassment for it. And... well, we just wanted to make sure you knew that, before deciding if you would like to come home with us." Don suddenly realized just how nervous he felt at that moment. Vera took his hoof in her paw and gave it another reassuring squeeze. The children huddled together on the couch, whispering to each other. Vera's ears twitched as she heard Leon's voice lightly drift over as he said "I think they're nice." Seeming to have reached a consensus, the three broke apart the huddle and, with Alex acting as the spokemammal for their group, he cleared his throat.

"... So long as me, my brother, and my sister can all stay together... then yes," Alex said, starting off sounding confident and strong, but his voice breaking a little at the end there, his little tail tucking itself as his ears started to droop a bit. Vera felt an urge to go over and give the pup a hug, but restrained herself. Instead, she and Don excitedly grinned and spoke with the children for almost another half an hour. When it was time for them to go, Adam led the children away, returning to see the couple out, and assure them that from that point onward, the adoption process was going to be much quicker. In a few more days, the couple would be able to take their children home with them. Walking back out and towards the minivan they had gotten, the she-wolf stopped and swept her mate up into another hug, which he was of course happy to return.

"This is really happening, Honey Ram," Vera said "it's like a dream!"

"I know, Puppy," Don said, suddenly finding himself sitting on Vera's shoulder. He let out an involuntary laugh-bleat. "We're about to become parents! Oh! There is so much we need to do now!"

"I know, darlin'! We gotta start clearin' out a third room, and triple check that the house is safe fer pups. And then we should probably hit up a toy store or two, and we'll need ta get a third bed for Leon, and then--" Vera was cut off by Don grabbing her head and turning it towards him. His lips met hers, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around him. Breaking apart, she felt a bit calmer, although her tail felt like it might just go ahead and break off from how hard it was wagging.

"Y'know, Honey Ram," Vera said as they continued to their car, now a husky tone to her voice, "when we get home, just because we're adoptin', that doesn't mean we can't try the old fashioned way to have yet another pup runnin' around with the three we're already gettin'." As the two buckled up, with Vera in the driver's seat, she leaned over and began to nuzzle the now-blushing Don, who had to remove his fogged-up glasses.

"I do believe that you make a very valid point, Puppy Love," he said, turning to look up at his mate with love and adoration in his eyes, that were mirrored in the bright green ones looking back at him. The two shared another kiss just as Vera turned the key in the ignition.

* * *

"Thankfully she was brought in when she was. The injury to the leg was beginning to show signs of infection," Doctor Catson said, adjusting her glasses as she looked up at Doreen. The lynx was consulting a chart, a slight frown on her muzzle. "If she had been out there much longer, she'd be potentially looking at a major infection. Which, when considering how malnourished she is, and her living conditions..." she trailed off, not needing to spell it out to the law she-wolf.

"Accordin' to my daughter and her mate, the two did some poking around the areas they believed she was livin'. Apparently she's been living off of foragin' and creek water, and some kinda canned foods. Sleepin' outside, I'm surprised she didn't get pneumonia, considerin' how wet and cold it's been lately."

"It's a miracle she was found when she was... but there's something else." Doctor Catson's small frown was now much more pronounced. This made Doreen pause.

"What is it, Layla?"

"Based... on her behavior, as well as some physical scarring, I believe that she had been subjected to physical abuse," the lynx said, her ears drooping.

Doreen grimaced but nodded, having had a similar thought based on how terrified the girl had been. Not to mention how she jumped from even the slightest noise or whenever someone spoke.

"Ya mentioned scarring?"

Layla nodded, shuffling her documents a bit, holding out a couple of photos to the white she-wolf. Doreen looked them over.

"There's scarring on the backs of her paws, but those pale in comparison to the ones on her back."

Doreen saw for herself in the picture, the small series of faded pink lines going down the backs of the child's paws. It was when she looked at the photo of her back that caused Doreen to wince, and even let out a whine. The child's back was a crisscross network of much larger, more fervent-looking scars that were much more pronounced, and nearly covered the entirety of her back. Doreen handed the photos back, a sick feeling in her gut.

"Know what coulda done something like that?" Doreen asked, a few ideas of her own in the back of her mind.

"Well, a knife or even a claw is not entirely out of the realm of possibility. However, it is in my opinion that the injuries to her back were caused by a whip."

Doreen winced again, the idea of those having been scars from a whip having been a theory that she was hoping had not been the case. After confirming that Child Services had been contacted, Doreen started to head towards the room that the mystery mammal was in, an idea beginning to take root in her mind. She quietly opened the door, entering with a practiced warm smile on her muzzle, taking slow and deliberate steps so as not to spook her.

"Now, Pup," Doreen said as she settled into the chair by the hospital bed. She looked at the older mystery mammal, who sat there in a hospital gown, hugging her knees to her chest. She looked upon the older law she-wolf with blue eyes filled with worry and fear. Doreen tok some solace in the fact that the girl was no longer shivering. "How about we start with somethin' simple, like yer name?"

"M-my name?" the young girl asked, scooting a little bit away on the bed, looking confused.

"Yep. Mine's Doreen." She gave what she hoped was a comforting smile.

"U-uh..." The girl looked away as she started to speak, now trying to make her voice sound deeper. "M-Marcus."

Doreen sighed and shook her head, internally muttering something about Pups not being good at lying. "Sorry, Pup, but yer gunna have ta do better than that."

Flinching a little, the furless mammal looked to be mulling it over. "Uh... I m-meant to say... my name's Eli?" Doreen just looked at her with an unamused, half-lidded stare. "B-Barry," she squeaked out, the falsetto now gone. After a moment of silence, she hanged her head, realizing the jig was up, and looked Doreen in the eyes. "M-my name is a-actually... Marigold."

Doreen's tail started to wag as her frown broke into a happy smile. "See? That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

"... I g-guess not," Marigold said, gulping audibly.

"Now, mind tellin' me why you tried ta claim y'all were a boy?"

"... B-because p-people always said b-bad things happen to girls when they go into the 'system'," Marigold said.

"I promise that nothin's gunna happen ta ya so long as I'm around, Miss Marigold. Ya can count on that," Doreen said with a wag of her tail. "Now, how old are ya?"

"... 18."

Doreen sighed and just silently sat there, staring at the girl. Marigold fidgeted and squirmed before sighing.

"I j-just turned 12," she said, now a look of pleading in her eyes. "P-please don't p-put me in the system! I can take care of myself!"

"Oh, can ya now?" Doreen asked, pointedly looking to the bandage wrapped around the girl's calf. "'Cause according ta the doctor, that little injury there was close ta becomin' infected. And also, from the tests they ran, yer pretty underweight. How long were you out in the woods?"

"Uh... m-maybe a month?"

"And ya were by yerself that whole time?"

Marigold just nodded silently at that, a couple silent tears streaming down her pale cheeks. The sight hurt the she-wolf's heart. Looking at the vulnerable, frightened young girl sitting there, Doreen couldn't help thinking about her own girls. The idea of any one of them, being left alone at such a young age, to fend for themselves in the wilderness, made Doreen want to howl in anger and sorrow.

"Where are yer parents?" Doreen asked. Seeing how the girl began to hyperventilate at that question, once she calmed back down, the she-wolf decided to hold off on questioning further in that area for the time being. Noticing how the girl kept nodding off, Doreen smiled.

"Ya know, yer not the first of yer species I've encountered," Doreen said, taking note of the look of worry in the girl's eyes.

"I-I'm not?"

"Nope. My daughter and her mate actually adopted a group of pups not too long ago, and the youngest, my little grandson Leon, is one of yer species. And he's just the sweetest little guy. But the thing of it is... he doesn't know what yer species is called, and no one we've been askin' seems to have encountered anyone like y'all before either. So I was wonderin' iffin' you could tell me what yer species' name is?"

"... H-human," Marigold said in a faint voice, looking very confused.

"Uman? Mind spellin' that fer me?" Marigold did, after stifling a yawn.

"Okay, you've answered enough questions so far, missy. Right now it looks ta me like you could use some shuteye," Doreen said. While her mate Addy was the more emotional and nurturing of their tithing, she still had mothering skills she had developed after raising seven pups. The older she-wolf gently took the blanket and pulled it up over Marigold. The furless young mammal seemed surprised at first, before letting out a big yawn and laying down.

"Uhm... th-thank you, sheriff," Marigold said in a sleepy voice.

"Yer welcome, Marigold. Now, we'll be nearby if ya need us. I promise, ya ain't gunna be alone anymore," Doreen said softly as she exited the room. Walking out into the waiting area, she had to hold back a snort. She saw Yuki sitting with her arms crossed, looking annoyed, with a large quartz crystal sitting on her head. Right next to her was Undine, who was slowly waving another, smaller crystal, looking like an amethyst, around Yuki's head.

"This will align your chakras and help alleviate some of that stress I am sensing coming off you, Yuke." Doreen held back a chuckle at the sight of her daughters, the two younger black she-wolves oblivious to their mother's amusement. It was while looking around that Doreen spotted just the russet-and gray-colored she-wolf she was looking for, currently talking on her phone.

"Zelda," Doreen said, getting her attention. Zelda saw that her mother was motioning for her to follow, so she made quick work of hanging up and entering an empty room right behind Doreen. With the door closed, the white wolf looked upon her daughter with a smile on her muzzle.

"So what's happenin' with the girl, Ma?" Zelda asked.

"Well, that's what I wanted ta talk to ya about, Hun," Doreen started, a sly smile on her muzzle. "See, as ya can tell, she's had a bit of a rough go o' thangs, and is now all alone. And I personally hate the idea of her just goin' ta some foster home where she will be the only known member of her species. And, what's more, Vera and Don haven't been able to uncover any information about Leon's species, so it wouldn't really be a benefit fer anyone fer the poor gal ta just be shipped off to who knows where and surrounded by strangers. At least here we've been able to build a rapport..."

At that, Zelda's ears perked up and her tail started to wag. "So you and Pa are gunna take her in!"

Doreen chuckled at that. "Well, I'm sure Addy would be more than happy ta. But, we're makin' some... alterations at the ranch."

"So Don and Vera then?"

"I'd be willin' ta bet good money that they'd be willin' ta as well, but with the new pups 'n all, they don't really got that much space..."

"But, then, who else? Yuki and Adamo have barely enough time fer themselves over in Seaotter, and... wait a sec, Ma. Hold the phone!"

"What? You and Varun have that big 'ol house all ta yerselves, plus I know that Addy would just love to have another grandpup nearby ta dote on and spoil."

"Yeah, but," Zelda said, now looking thoughtful.

"Plus she's gunna need some stability with a good, permanent home. And you and Varun said ya were both talkin' 'bout adoptin'."

"... I'll have ta talk with Varun about this first," Zelda said, sounding like her mind was elsewhere, her tail starting to wag. Doreen bit down on a smirk, knowing that her daughter had already been sold on the idea.

"Absolutely! You go on and think what I said over and talk to yer mate." Doreen watched Zelda head out the door to look for the large tiger, and waited until she was out of earshot before pulling out her phone. Tapping on it, she dialed up a number. The other end rang a few times before it was picked up.

"Hey, Xena, I'm so sorry, Sweetheart, I know ya and Melly are enjoyin' some much needed R and R, but Zelda and Varun really need yer help right now. See, they decided ta become foster parents. Yes, that's right, the pup we found in the woods."

Elsewhere in the hospital, Zelda had found her mate sitting with the other Hunter boys (as they like to call themselves), with Tarin having been sitting on his head. Seeing his mate wanting a word alone, he had plucked the black-furred fox tod off his head, and instead deposited the small canid onto the head of a certain hyena.

"Hey! My head ain't no jungle-gym!" Adamo barked out in his Barx accent. Varun chuckled as he walked off so he and Zelda could speak. Of all the things he had been expecting, what came out of his she-wolf's mouth was not one of them.

"You want us to become foster parents to that poor girl?" he asked, scratching his chin.

"I know it's sudden, but we need ta act now! She needs stability and Ma and Pa can't provide it 'cause... well, Ma didn't elaborate as ta why she and Pa can't do it, but the point still stands!"

"Hmm," Varun looked to be deep in thought as Zelda continued.

"Plus, Don and Vera need all the help they can get in understanding all they can about Leon's species. And on top of that we've both agreed that we want to adopt. Granted, we thought about getting a feline or a canid child, but I think we could provide an excellent home for her and--"

"I agree," Varun said, his deep and soft voice cutting off the she-wolf mid-explanation.

"... Huh?" Zelda was stunned.

Varun chuffed happily and smiled at his mate, his tail swishing as he wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, making her blush as he nuzzled the top of her head.

"I'll admit I'm a little nervous about becoming a father, even a foster father. But... I like the idea of opening our home to the poor girl. And with Mama and Papa Hunter being nearby, it's not like we would be truly on our own."

Zelda's tail became a blur of joy, fighting back the urge to howl in pure excitement. She had been warned twice before if she did so in the hospital again that she would be given a fine. "I know we're probably gunna have ta take it slow... but I'm just so excited at the idea! Us, having a daughter!" The two shared a long and passionate kiss.

* * *

Morning sunlight cascaded through the bedroom window, bathing everything it touched in a warm golden glow. This included the cuddled up forms of Vera and Don, the former of which was practically encircling the latter with her body. Slowly, the two began to stir. Don's eyes fluttered open as he buried his face in his mate's neck ruff, while Vera affectionately nuzzled his head floof.

"Mornin', Floofy," Vera said with a smile, her tail thumping the bed.

"Good morning, Puppy," Don replied with a yawn and a smile.

Vera looked her mate over as she stretched a little. "Ya had the dream again, didn't'cha?"

The ram winced and nodded. "Y-yes, but instead of it just being Diana and my m-mother, there were also what I think my subconscious decided were what adult humans looked like for my dream. Only instead of looking more like Marigold or just a taller Leon, they had long gangly arms with many different joints, and could unhinge their jaws. And they kept trying to take Leon away with them." Don shuddered at the memory of the dream, feeling comfort from Vera gently pulling him closer.

"Hey, now, that's never gunna happen, Darlin'," Vera said, looking Don in the eye. "Leon, just like his brother and sister, is our pup, and no one is gunna take any of them from us."

"I know, Puppy Love... but a part of me just can't stop worrying."

"That's just you being a good dad." Vera smiled and kissed her ram on his nose, making him blush and let out a happy bleat. Don snickered and reached up into Vera's ruff, easily finding the spot he was looking for and scratching it. Vera's right leg immediately started to twitch as her tongue lolled out and she rolled over, unable to stop herself. Don stopped when he heard some giggling coming from their bedroom door. Vera's ears twitching at the sound, the two turned to look and saw their children poking their heads through, only to suddenly dart back out having been caught.

"Am I correct to believe that some little lambs decided to peek in on Mommy and Daddy this morning?" Don called out with a smile on his muzzle. There were some giggles outside the door, before the children apparently composed themselves, and opened it properly. In they came, with Alex in the lead carrying a tray with food on it, followed close behind by Tiffany, who was cuddling her new wolf plush named Mrs. Sniffy, and Leon, who was carrying a relaxing Sir Callibrie in his arms, the little lizard looking about and letting out a content chirp. The children were still all in their pj's, Alex in his soccer-themed pajamas, Tiffany in her yellow nightgown, and Leon wearing his much-too-large for him black Samurai Snakes t-shirt over gray pajama bottoms.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!" the little human boy called out in excitement.

"Uh... w-we thought you might like breakfast in bed?" Alex said, looking away and trying to sound casual, but his perked up ears and slowly wagging tail were a dead giveaway for his anticipation. Don let out a coo at the cuteness before him as Vera chuckled and the two disentangled to allow the children to approach.

"Well now, that sounds so thoughtful," the ram said, grabbing his glasses from the bedside table and putting them on. Alex carefully, but quickly walked over to set the tray down in front of Don. "Now, what do we have here? Oh! Why, is that a fruit salad I spy?" Seeing Alex blush beneath his dark fur while looking away was a dead giveaway to Don. "Do I have you to thank for this thoughtful and tasty-looking salad, Alex?"

"Uh... w-well... yeah," Alex smiled as Don took a few bits of the cubed honeydew and mango, popping a strawberry in his mouth as well.

"It's delicious, thank you, Alex," Don said, leaning over and pulling his oldest son into a hug. The young wolf let out a surprised yip, but was quick to return the hug, now blushing more.

"And what's this little treat here?" Vera asked, pointing to two pieces of toast that appeared to have some kind of black frosting spread over them, with a white face drawn on, and plenty of black and white and purple sprinkles.

"I made Pirate Toast!" Leon said proudly, setting a squirming Sir Callibrie down on the bed, who darted over to Dawn and up his arm, coming to rest on his head floof, curling up to relax once again.

"Pirate Toast? Now that sounds adventurous," Don said, picking up a slice. "Did you design them to look like little pirate flags?" He smiled when Leon proudly nodded. "You are such a little artist! They look just like the real thing... only toastier!" That got a giggle from the lambs.

"I used the vanilla cake frosting I found in the cupboard, and didja know that if you mix the red, green, and blue food colorings together in it, it turns black?"

"I certainly didn't," Vera said, scooping Leon and Tiffany into her arms and setting them on her lap, her tail thumping. "What else is in it?"

"Well, I also added some sprinkles I found," Leon said as Don took a big bite of his toast, "and some red glitter!" Don froze at that, immediately feeling the tiny pieces of decorative plastic in his mouth. Vera looked to be holding back a snicker while Don continued to chew his bite, giving it a swallow while Leon looked on with joy in his eyes.

"Ah, so you did. Well... that is truly delicious, buddy, thank you." Don was quick to grab the glass of cloudy dark liquid and take a sip. It had a sweet, citrusy taste to it. "Oh my, this is lovely. What is this juice?"

"I made you Outer Space Juice, Daddy!" Tiffany squeaked.

"Now what's all in Outer Space Juice, sweetie-pie?" Vera asked, looking down at the ewe in her lap. Tiffany gazed back up at her mother with a bright smile.

"It's cranberry juice with the powdered orange drink for Astronauts mixed in! Though I wanted to pour some Deep Space Cocoa Spheres in, Alex said not to." Tiffany was very matter-of-factly about her response, letting out a giggle when Vera gave both her and her little brother a loving squeeze.

"We can make some more juice and fruit salads and pirate toast for everybody," Leon chimed in, prompting Vera to stand up, setting the two of her younger pups on her shoulders.

"Why don't I come down and help y'all with that, honey?"

"'Kay, Mommy!" Leon reached over and wrapped his little arms around her neck. The she-wolf's tail started to wag while she looked at her mate and gave him a wink. Don looked relieved as, with Leon watching, he hesitantly took another bite of the pirate toast. With the younger lambs now out of the room and down the stairs, Don sighed with relief and let out a chuckle. He then looked over to Alex, who was shuffling uncomfortably on his paws.

"Something wrong, Alex?" Don asked.

"Uh... I guess while I was busy keeping the cereal out of the juice, I musta missed Leon getting the glitter... sorry," Alex said, only to find himself being hugged again.

"There's nothing to apologize for, son," Don said with a warm and gentle smile. "That was a lovely breakfast."

Down in the kitchen, Leon was in the middle of making up some more batches of pirate toast, with Vera 'making sure thangs ran smoothly'. When Leon wasn't looking, she grabbed the jar of glitter and dumped it down the sink drain.

"Aw, shucks, honey," Vera said, feigning disappointment. "It looks like we're all out of glitter."

"Awww! But pirate toast needs glitter!" Leon looked contemplative. "I guess I'll just have to borrow some of Tiffany's glitter glue in a little bit."

Vera left Leon at the counter and took the little ewe who had been mixing some more glasses of juice together aside, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "Alright, darlin', I'll give ya five bucks if ya can hide the glitter glue in yer room from Leon."

"Why, Mommy?" Tiffany whispered back.

"Uh... th-there's a glitter shortage and we need ta preserve as much as we can?"

"I'm on it!" Tiffany said, quickly running off.

"Where'd Tiffany go?" Leon asked, looking up at Vera with wide blue eyes.

"Er... she went ta go see if she can get ya that glitter glue ya mentioned. But she thinks it might be lost."

"Oh no!" Leon whined in disappointment. Vera was quick to wrap a loving arm around his shoulders.

"It's okay, sugar-pie! Pirate toast can still be great even iffin' we're outta glitter of any kind." She kissed the top of his headfur, making her little boy giggle.

"Okay, Mommy!" And with that, Leon dove right back into it, using some of the frosting he had separated and not added any food coloring to it to draw the skull and crossbones on the toast.

* * *

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, the twilight slowly giving way to the growing dark. Varun sat leaning up against a tree, looking at the first twinkling stars beginning to show, letting out a contented sigh. The large tiger's ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. His tail swished as he smiled at his mate sidling up next to him. Varun slipped an arm around Zelda's waist as she leaned into his powerful frame.

"Yer just so sweet with Marigold!" Zelda said, her tail a happy blur. "She looked like she was havin' a lot of fun playin' catch!" She thought back to how nervous their foster pup had been when they'd first brought her home, always walking on eggshells around the two of them. It had broken her heart how often the girl would flinch whenever someone spoke to her.

"It did seem to help her come out of her shell a bit," Varun chuckled. "I'm actually thinking about teaching her how to play baseball. We've got a bat in addition to the gloves."

"That's a wonderful idea!" Zelda felt like she could howl. "I just love havin' a little girl ta dote on and do Mother-Daughter thangs with!"

Varun chuckled. He had found Zelda's adoration of Marigold adorable, especially since the girl didn't seem to have had any positive female role models, at least based on how much she went out of her way to try and please Zelda. He had found that the girl had seemed especially nervous around him at first, though Varun had taken the initiative to help break the ice by playing some games with her. She had seemed very confused about how the Z-Box One worked as well as video games as a whole, but starting with a simple game of catch, he had found the young girl had started to open up.

"I never took you for much of a girly-girl," Varun teased, kissing Zelda's nose. She rolled her eyes and waved a dismissive paw.

"Oh hush. I'm just as feminine as the next gal. It's just that li'l Marigold desperately needs some TLC and somethin' we could both bond over."

"Like dress shopping?" Varun chuckled, taking note of the light green sundress his mate was wearing, and how it was a similar shade of green as their uniform shirts. Zelda just rolled her eyes.

"We were out in town today and I saw her lookin' in the display windows. 'Course I took her inside so we could find somethin' she'd like... the fact that she and I got matchin' dresses, the exception bein' hers needed to be tailored a bit so that it didn't have a tail hole in the back, was just a happy coincidence." Zelda blushed a little, though her tail continued to wag. Varun let out a happy chuff, and held her tighter.

"Of course, my love," he said, looking around. "Where is Marigold, anyway?"

"Oh, she said she was feelin' a little worn from the day, what with goin' out with me, and then that cute little pie caper Leon went and solved," Zelda said with a slight giggle. "I still can't believe that Tarin tried to frame that cute li'l lizard of Leon's... or how well he figured it all out."

"Mama Doreen certainly seemed excited by his detective work."

"Don't let Vera hear ya say that," Zelda giggled, "she's so worried that Ma will try and push policin' on him that she's tryin' ta clamp down on anythang of the sort around her pups."

Varun looked off in the distance, stiffening suddenly. "Zelda, you said that Marigold was going to rest, correct?"

"Yeah, why darlin'?" Zelda asked, confused.

"Because I just saw her climbing out of her bedroom window with that little case in her arms, running off into the forest," Varun said simply.

"What?!" Zelda jerked around and, sure enough, she could just make out a figure running away from their house and deeper into the trees. Without a work, she grabbed her mate's paw, and started to drag him through the trees after them. "Somethin's gotta be wrong! And what if she hurts herself again like when we first found her?!"

"My love, please try and calm down, I'm sure that everything's fine," Varun said in an attempt to reassure his mate, but with a pit of worry forming in his own gut regardless. They stopped not too far from their house, near the edge of a small clearing with a stump near the center. Varun and Zelda were hiding behind a tree as Marigold was looking around, a worried expression on her face. She was still wearing the same green sundress from earlier, it taking on an ethereal glow in the fading twilight as the light of the full moon was beginning to shine. All around, fireflies were starting to take flight.

"We gotta be quiet, or else she'll hear us," Zelda said from where she was crouched.

"So whatcha think she's up to?" Tarin asked, poking his head up from a bush to Zelda's left.

"I'm not really sure yet, we just saw her runnin' off and... Tarin? What're ya doin' here?" Zelda asked, looking down at the black-furred fox tod who was smiling casually back up at her.

"I saw you both running off into the woods and decided ta see what was happening. I figured that it might be something fun."

Zelda rolled her eyes while Varun had to choke down a chuckle at the antics of his unofficial brother, as all the 'Hunter Boys' liked to think of themselves.

"Tarin, ya ain't s'posed ta be here, now git!" Zelda hissed.

"Who ain't s'posed ta be here?" Tyra asked. The arctic she-wolf scooped up her mate and set him on her shoulders.

"T-Tyra?!"

"What? I saw my cute little ball of fluff run off inta the woods, naturally I'd follow him," Tyra said as Tarin rested his head on hers.

"Sounds ta me like youse was thinkin' of maybe gettin' up ta somethin' naughty out here in da woods, away from where anybody could see or hear yas," Adamo said, stepping from behind a tree, the male hyena grinning with a toothpick in his mouth.

"Adamo?!" Zelda clapped a paw to her forehead. Removing it, she saw Yuki standing there, trying to look bored.

"We were makin' out when ya two started yappin' about Zelda bein' a girly-girl and then heard ya decide ta chase after Marigold," the black she-wolf growled as Adamo squeezed her side.

"Yeah, and we wanted ta make sure dat youse wasn't gunna go and invade that goil's proivacy," Adamo said, looking pointedly at Zelda, whol was wringing her paws.

"I thought that she might be tryin' ta run away or somethin'... I just wanted ta make sure she was safe! That's my puppy after all!" Zelda blushed, clearly flustered. Adamo pulled her into a hug to comfort her.

"She was probably drawn to this spot thanks to all the positive energies that emanate from it," Undine's voice could be heard up above. Looking up, everyone saw her sitting on a tree branch with Melvin laying in her lap.

"It is a pretty peaceful spot," the male honey badger said, looking up at the stars through the canopy. He was holding a bowl of popcorn in his claws.

"What, did a memo go out or somethin'?!" Zelda asked, exasperated.

"Now now, sweetie," Adrian said, inexplicably standing next to a very surprised Adamo and Yuki, with an embarrassed-looking Doreen standing next to her. "As it just so happens, this here spot is a favorite fer yer Ma and me fer our little picnics."

"Well, they start out as picnics," Doreen said, wrapping her arms around Adrian's waist, making the older gray wolf wag his tail and chuckle.

"Ma! We didn't need ta hear 'bout that!" Vera said from right next to Zelda, making the auburn she-wolf whip around. She saw Don perched on his mate's shoulders.

"Okay, is everyone we know here in the woods tonight?!" Zelda demanded. Right then, as if on cue, Gareth tumbled to the ground nearby, Winnie in his arms, Xena and Melanie tangled up in the gangly giraffe's legs.

"Oi! You two! What's the big idea about scamperin' in between me legs?!"

"It wasn't our fault that you didn't look where you were walking," Xena pointed out, adjusting her glasses. Standing up and brushing herself off, she reached down and scooped Melanie up into her arms, the two kissing. "Are you alright, Butterball?"

"I'm just fine, Fluffytail," Melanie said, putting her arms around her mate's neck, all the while Winnie was helping her own mate to his shakey hooves.

"No need to fret over me, love," Gareth said, leaning his head and neck down to smile at the she-wolf he was lucky to have found.

"Hey, that just seemed like a nasty fall, that's all," Winnie said, her tail swishing.

"Can y'all just keep it down! I'm amazed that Marigold hasn't heard all y'all!" Zelda quietly snapped. Everyone grew silent at that, and looked out into the clearing. Marigold was kneeling next to the stump, where she had set her case down on it and opened it. From inside, she pulled out a photograph.

"Hey, Ryan," they could hear the girl's soft voice float over on the gentle breeze. "I just... I remembered that today is... was... your birthday... and I just wanted to let you know that I'm keeping my promise." Her voice hitched a little, but she composed herself. "I'm still moving forward, b-big brother... I m-miss you so much." She wiped a tear from her cheek, before she stood up and pulled out a well-cared for violin from inside the case. She tested the strings to make sure they were in tune before taking a stance.

"Happy birthday, Ryan," she said, raising the bow to the strings. Then, she began to play. As the tune began to ring out gently in the clearing, sounding like a bouncy and fun folk tune, Marigold began to sway and twirl, spinning on her feet. As the music picked up the pace, but the tone became something more melancholic, Zelda realized that not only was Marigold skilled at playing her fiddle, but she also had some training in ballet. With each new song, the girl would dance and pirouette, leap and spin-turn, and perform other moves that Zelda didn't know the names of. She and the rest of the family watched, entranced and silent, at this little concert that the newest addition to their family was putting on, for her brother who, most of them guessed based on what they had overheard, was no longer alive. The full weight of what this moment must represent to her foster daughter suddenly hit Zelda, just as Marigold seemed to be slowing down in both the dancing and her playing.

"S-sweet sawgrass," Zelda said as Marigold seemed to be finishing on a long, mournful note. "W-we all can't let her know we saw this!"

"Truly a great invasion of her privacy," Xena mused, only to suddenly be pushed by Zelda.

"Enough musin', we gotta move, now," she barked as quietly as she could. Everyone started to head back the way they had all come, when there was a sudden loud CLICK. Turning, they all saw that Marigold had returned everything to her case and snapped the latch shut. She got up and proceeded to walk back to the house... which was in the same direction everyone in the family sans Vera and Don's pups were in at that moment. Scrambling, the Hunters and their mates ran through the trees and underbrush, avoiding the scant trail like the plague. Everyone darted around to the other side of Zelda and Varun's house. Varun stealthily peeked out from around the corner, watching as Marigold was looking all around, before trying to stealthily climb back in through her bedroom window. A few very loud thumps later, and she was back inside, none the wiser. Varun released the breath he had no idea he had been holding, all the while Zelda was making everyone swear that they wouldn't say a thing to Marigold about this.

"B-but," Undine whined, holding up her camera, "it was so in line with the natural energies of the clearing! Folks would be so energized and helped by seeing the video I took of it!

And here it is! The peek into the genderswapped AU of Found! I might do another in the future, but holy crap did this one take a bit of time! I hope everyone is having a great summer!

#zootopia #adoption #foundfamily #found #zootopia2electricboogaloo #human #genderswap

[maverickthepup]

What I write, who I write, and what you can request!

Hi! This is where I have info on what I write, who I write, and what I am comfortable writing/what you can request! If you have any questions feel free to ask me!

What Maverick writes…

I write fanfiction, oneshots, and imagines, and headcannons!

These will of course include age regression or pet regression in some way, wether you the reader are a regressor, or a character is.

I will write for the fandoms/characters I have listed below. If you want a different character and don’t see them down there, you may ask if I will write for them but I won’t make any promises.

What Maverick is comfortable writing…

This is a 100% SFW blog, so no NSFW writing at all. I’m not comfortable doing that for age/pet regression.

I am perfectly fine writing relationships like dating or being married, with hand holding, cuddling, kissing, etc etc. But I will not do smut, kinks, or heated make outs.

Basically just cute fluff is what I’ll do!

I can write the following:

Âge regressor reader or character

Pet regressor reader or character

Caregiver reader or character

Fluff!

Dating/Married

Platonic! (Like just friends and stuff like that)

Poly relationships

Male, Female, and gender neutral readers!

I will usually write in second person point of view that way I can use ‘you’ instead of y/n.

I write a mixture of genders for

“Y/n”, I write male, female, and gender neutral that way everyone can hopefully enjoy my writing!

If you make a request and do not specify gender for “y/n” then I will just do gender neutral by default.

I will always specify before each writing piece what gender “y/n” is, and give a little summary of what the writing plot is! I will also try to put any warnings there too, so if I miss anything just let me know and I’ll add them!

Fandoms/Characters Maverick writes…

Here they are! Again if there’s a character you specifically want but don’t see then feel free to ask if I would write for them, but I won’t make any promises.

If you don’t see a fandom on here you can ask if I write for that fandom but it’s likely I’m either not in it or I don’t write for it.

Horror movies/slashers:

The Lost Boys 1987:

Michael Emerson

Star

David

Marko

Dwayne

Paul

House of Wax 2005

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Friday The 13th

Jason Vorhees

Halloween

Michael Myers

Rob Zombie Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy Meeks

Gale Weathers

Dwight “Dewey” Riley

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Bubba Sawyer

ChopTop

Nubbins

Thomas Hewitt

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

IT

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald ‘Belch’ Huggins

Vic Criss

Predator

Yautja’s/Predators (if you have a specific one just let me know!)

Alien

Xenomorph

Marvel:

Tony Stark

Clint Barton

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Steve Rodgers

Bucky Barnes

Thor

Loki

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Vison

Zemo

Peter Parker

Stephen Strange

Matt Murdock

Peter Quill

Gamora

Drax

Detroit Become Human:

Hank Anderson

Connor

Kara

Luther

Markus

North

Simon

Josh

Gavin Reed

Mystic Messenger:

707

Zen

Jumin

Yoosung

Jaehee

Saeran

V

Monster Prom/Camp:

Damien LaVey

Vera Oberlin

Zoe

Poly Geist

Miranda Vanderbilt

Liam De Lioncourt

Scott Howl

Calculester

Milo Belladonna

Dahlia Aquino

Aaravi Mishra (And Hex)

Joy Johnson Johjima

Moss Mann

The Narrator

The Wolf Among Us (video game):

Bigby Wolf

Snow

Beauty

Beast

Bloody Mary

Red Dead Redemption:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Dutch Van Der Linde

Javier Escuella

Sean Maguire

Charles Smith

Lenny Summers

Tilly Jackson

Marybeth

Abigail Roberts

Karen Jones

Sadie Adler

Miss Grimshaw (platonic only)

Hosea Matthews (platonic only)

Heathers: (movie or musical, just specify which one you’d prefer! Even though there probably won’t be much of a difference in my writing… but I will try!)

Heather Chandler

Heather Duke

Heather McNamara

Veronica Sawyer

J.D

Kurt

Ram

The Breakfast Club:

John Bender

Alison Reynolds

Claire Standish

Brian Johnson

Andrew Clark

#Maverick’s writings #Maverick writes #pet regress #age regress #age regression fic #pet regression fic #pet regress fic #age regress fic #agere fanfic #petreg fanfic #little reader

[ramcharantitties]

Raghuvan, Teri raah nihaare

Chapter 4

chapter 3

@dumdaradumdaradum

Ram laid on the jhoola in his verandah, swinging with an apple in his teeth. Jangu sliced them, one by one, and handed Ram the piece. His meeting did not end abruptly, neither did he was unfulfilled. Yet the desire to be more with her was not leaving his heart. He heard a few women of the village enter the verandah, asking for babai. “He asked us to drop some sarees by, for adikavya,” Ram sighed, frustratingly taking a huge bite of an apple piece- until his gaze fell on a blue saree. 

-

“Didi upar hai, kamre mein” Didi is upstairs in her room, Haala said, closing the curtains behind Ram. She kept a vision like a hawk on the saree as long as he stood there. Ram walked down the hall, hallways, and then up the stairs in aangan.

 There were several rooms in the corridor, yet he immediately knew which one belonged to her. The one with betel leaves growing in a pot beside the door. As her room was just beside the balcony, roses grew along the balcony railing, with a few carnations and some aloe vera. There was a drying watermelon climber, holding on to the pillar under the balcony railing with dear life. The doors were blue- darkest shade of the blue he was holding. A photograph of lord shiva hung beside her door on the wall. Her slippers were on the other side of the door. Entering her room felt like entering a temple. 

Ram could hear the faint music from the door of her room. He smiled, and knocked a few times. When he didn’t get a reply, he knocked louder. Sound of bangles jingling alerted her presence in the room and his heart sped up, the hair on his arms standing up. “Khula hai” she said loudly and Ram creaked the gates open. 

The room smelled of mogra and camphor. On the left was her bathing area, closed with a curtain. In front of the door were two small sofas and a table. On the right was her bed with net curtains, the window closed behind it. A huge mirror stood beside the door. 

Ram swore he was in heaven as soon as he saw sita. She laid on the bed on her back with an English book in her hand. The camphor dhoop dried her long hair which was cascading down the edge of the bed on the dhoop on the floor. She wore a black blouse and white skirt, her white dupatta on the back of the chair. There was a record playing beside her bed. Her hands were red from aalta, leaving fine pink print on the pages. Ram forgot the purpose of his presence. He cleared his throat and Sita arched her back, tilting her head back to see the visitor. Ram really tried to stop staring, to look away from her posture but he really couldn’t help himself.

“It’s you” she smiled, and got up from the bed. Ram raised his hand. “I got this for you” he said and Sita smiled, taking the saree from him. “Thank you” she muttered, immediately opening it. “Should I wear this right now?” The excitement in sita’s voice was faintly visible. Ram encouraged it, nodding at her. She dragged him to the bed and sat him down there, tucking the fall off the saree in her skirt. Ram picked up the book she was reading. “You can read english?” he asked, seeing how the shade of blue glowed on her skin. “A foreigner stayed here for 3 years” she said, making plates on the other end of the saree. “I didn’t ask him for money. He taught me English instead” Sita laughed and Ram smiled. 

“Do, do the men sleep in your room?” Ram felt like invading sita’s privacy. Why does he care? Why does it matter so much that the bed he sat on was tainted by bodies filled with lust and selfishness? “No” she beamed. “You’re the first man to join me in my room” she made the plates to tuck on the front of her saree. When she turned to look at him from the mirror, he swore he wanted to see that smile on her face forever.

Ram started visiting Sita more, and often he would catch her doing different activities all around the place- planting a new sapling, mending her jewelry, teaching dance, making gulkand and soaking betel leaves, and she would always smile and laugh with him. Ram shared his stories of Delhi training and hostel with her. And she would share the happiness hidden in her heart. But deep inside she knew that the cloud would burst and it would rain on her happiness. Sita knew the cost of this happiness Ram would pay. Hanging out with a whore? It could cost him his respect, relations, and reputation. So sita waited- waited for the cloud to come. Till then she allowed herself to bask in the bright sun of his presence, like an early afternoon of winters, picking out the guava seeds stuck in her teeth of selfishness. Sita allowed herself to be selfish for once.  

Ram visited Sita on an early evening. The clouds were turning pink and yellow and blue, bouncing off each other. The wind was soft and caressed his cheek, finding their way in his kurta. Ram’s frequent visit to Sita Mahal made Haala show him the backway of the building, so people don’t catch him shamelessly barging in a brothel. But he denied, he was not doing a crime. 

The earthen lamps just started lighting when he made his way in the aangan. Not finding Sita there, he searched for her in her room- which was empty. Probably in the kitchen? Ram skidded through the aangan, only to find some women there. Sita wasn’t in the Sita Mahal. But it was a saturday- there is no way she would go out right now. Ram came back in aangan, when he heard her faint voice from the staircase leading to ghats of ganga. Ram peaked down to see her, Sita’s locks flowing with the wind, sitting in a white saree with a red border. 

“Kaanton ko bhi galey se lagaya, aur phoolon se zakhm khaaya”

 Ram could hear her voice, the song from a distance, and decided to maintain it, to not break her bubble. “Ha magar dua mein jab ye haath uthaya, khuda se dua mein tumhe, maang daala, maang daala” Sita turned around and smiled at Ram. “Hamey maar daala, maar daala” she continued her song, and got up to sit with Ram on the steps. She hugged his arm, keeping her head on his shoulder. “What are you doing here?” Ram asked, keeping his chin on Sita’s head. “I come here before the dance every saturday. Ganga and I have both seen men who claim to be cleanest but still dip in us for salvation. We both relate to it.” Sita finished and looked at the brown eyes. “How are you here so late?” she asks. “I couldn’t find time today so came when I could” Ram said, keeping his hand on hers. 

Sita smiled. “You know, people come here for me. But you come for me” She said and Ram furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” he asked. Sita clutched him closer. “They come to find a release, but you, Ram, you are my release” she said and looked far away in the Ganga. 

Sita couldn’t bear to let anyone, even Ram, see her emotional intimacy. She was always so bare with her physical one, so shameless about it. But it was hard for her to let anyone see her mind. She was close about it. Like that was the only thing left pure about her. Sita found it easier to sleep with someone else than to talk about her feelings. And Ram often sensed that when she would divert the topics to her work related jokes.

 “I will always be your release” Ram sighed and Sita chuckled. "What?” Ram asked. “Sure, sure” Sita said sarcastically, snuggling her head back in ram’s neck. “Sita” ram said and his tone changed. There was a heaviness, a serious shadow in his voice. Sita raised her head to look at him.

“Hamare beech koi nahi aayega” No one will come between us, Ram said.

“Aayega, Ramayan aayegi” Someone will, Ramayan will, Sita smiled. 

tagging- @budugu @sabi5 @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemlove @ramayantika @bromance-minus-the-b @bishh-kanya @chaanv @nyotamalfoy @obsessedtoafault @phoenix666stuff @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @saanjh-sakhi @cursedcursives @hopelessdemonic @bitchy-bi-trash

Ram left sita mahal before her visitors could start filling in. What he missed was the man who recognized him from a distant shop. 

#rrr tarak charan #ram charan #rrr #ghungru #rrr movie #rambheem #desi tag #fanfic #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #rrr film #rrr au #raghuvan

[knavishepitome]

ੈ✩• 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖔: 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖉 • ੈ✩

The thought of you is like a knife driven between the cracks of my ribs and into the hollows of my chest, which is empty.

The thing about this world was that men would use your insecurities against you and constantly remind you that you were once nothing and could always return to being 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. That was the case with Saoirse Davis, she was once a woman that no one wanted and the only thing that was good about her was her voice but even with the voice that she had, she would still feel like 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. That was because of her environment, her mother spent the majority of her time trying to make her only child feel like she didn’t deserve to be alive and that the gift that God gave to Saoirse was wasted on her. Which only hurt Saoirse in the long run, and she learned at a young age that the world was not kind. If only she knew how accurate that would be for her.

“The red dress is a no, and her hair needs to be curled.” The words were uttered in a stern tone; his head shook as his eyes locked with the brunette. “Um...Scott, that isn’t what Vera wanted. She wants her hair straight and the red dress because she feels as if her fans would love that look.” Dawn responded in a soft tone; almost in a whisper as she saw the rage in his dark eyes. “Where is she?” Those were the only words that he spoke, Dawn took a step back as she cleared her throat and fear swallowed her whole. “In..In..” Scott tilted his head slightly; he took one step closer towards Dawn. “Spit it out or you will regret it.” Dawn’s back pressed against the wall; her head nodded as her eyelids blinked a couple of times. “She’s...in her dressing room.” Scott nodded, he took a step backward as his boot-clad feet hit the ground and he inhaled, shaking his head as he slipped into Saoirse's dressing room and the sound of laughter rang in his ears. “Everyone out.” The laughter seized as all eyes fell on him and in a matter of seconds, the staff disappeared. “What’s wrong, Scott?” Scott’s back pressed against the door, his weight shifting from side to side as his eyes were locked on Saoirse. “You look disgusting.” His words caused her to lean back into her chair, her fingers gripping at the arms of the chair. “You think you can do whatever you want now, huh? That because you have a little fame, you can make your own decisions?” Sarcastic laughter drifted from his lips as he made his way towards her. “Stand up when I’m talking to you.” Saoirse placed her feet against the ground as she slowly rose from her seat, she cleared her throat and her chestnut orbs landed on him, and her heart rate picked up. “I..I..I am sorry.” The words were uttered in a shaky tone as his laughter only increased and the two were only inches apart, Scott’s hand wrapped around her waist as he pulled her frame into his. “We both know that sorry won’t cut it, sweetheart.”

Saoirse’s feline physique spiraled out on the wooden surface, tears glided down her cheeks as they hit the hardened ground, shaking arms resting against the tile. Her head rattled languidly as the pain surged through her like a wave. Shutting her eyelids briefly before them fluttering open to catch a glimpse of the man above her, his fits clenching and unclenching. “The baby, please Scott, the baby.” Saoirse’s words were uttered in a hushed but pleading tone. Scott’s boot-clad feet rammed into her exposed sides which caused her whole frame to collapse on the surface. “You are lucky that you have a show tonight or I would’ve killed you with my bare hands.” He leaned downward, and saliva left his mouth and onto Saoirse's face. “You have a show in thirty minutes, clean yourself up. Saoirse, I own you, remember that.”

Saoirse thought that her mother was the devil but, it was Scott, he made her feel as if she mattered to him but in reality—he never cared, and he would never change. The sooner she realized that the easier all of this would be for her.

The curtain lifted upward, Saoirse took a step forward as the melody drifted from the piano and her mouth dropped as the lyrics drifted outward. “When you pull me closer, it's getting hard to breathe again and when all of this is over are we going to sink or swim. When I'm lost and I'm drowning? Tell me that you'll be there in my darkest hour when I'm fucked up and fading out.”

We are made of all those who have built and broken us, Scott and her mother had broken her countless times and with each crack to her heart—she forgave them because she felt like she was nothing without them. This was the novelettes of a caged bird, not everything that glitters is gold.

[jurygarroth]

my playlists r private :(

but im sending fav songs from them anyways bc i am a nuisance :)

(garroth)

brother // madds buckley

the family jewels // marina

history hates lovers // oublaire

top of my school // katherine lynn-rose

family line // conan gray

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

two birds // regina spektor

my alcoholic friends // the dresdon dolls

la seine // vanessa paradis

-🍃

CHRIST ON A POPSICLE STICK this was hard work but i'll do it for you [pasted + formatted under readmore]

me again!!

(vylad)

god must hate me // catie turner

viva la vida // coldplay

the author // luz

like i remember you // vera blue

wires // the neighbourhood

glory and gore // lorde

dog days are over // florence + the machine

little pistol // mother mother

the hand that feeds // the crane wives

arsonist's lullaby // hozier

the night we met // lord huron

sunlight // hozier

pretty little things // the crane wives

kalmia kid // chloe moriondo

poison // stick and poke

working for the knife // mitski

a burning hill // mitski

where is my mind? // the pixies

hansel // sodikken

hold yourself tight // the scary jokes

bad apple!! // richaadeb

dread in my heart // mother mother

brother // madds buckley

the horror and the wild // the amazing devil

blame // air traffic controller

in our bedroom after the war // stars

liar // the arcadian wild

the moon will sing // the crane wives

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

like real people do // hozier

(aphmau)

sweet hibiscus tea // penelope scott

under my skin // jukebox the ghost

anxiety song // human petting zoo

do it 4 yrself (di4y) // human petting zoo

kingdom dance // tangled

never love an anchor // the crane wives

the moss // cosmo sheldrake

cryptid (mothman) // ratwyfe

i was an island // john-allison weiss

the daughter of the fish and the ram // the scary jokes

vanilla curls // teddy hyde

class of 2013 (live) // mitski

down the river // the crane wives

(dante)

two birds // regina spektor

somewhere only we know // keane

the moon will sing // the crane wives

the tree on the hill / percy jackson musical

a sadness runs through him // the hoosiers

rises the moon // liana flores

second child, restless child // the oh hellos

never love an anchor // the crane wives

overgrown garden // beetlebug

stray italian greyhound // vienna teng

in our bedroom after the war // stars

allies or enemies // the crane wives

come with me // chxrlotte

ready now // dodie

call them brothers // regina spektor, only son

brutus // the buttress

drinking song for the socially anxious // the amazing devil

ramblings of a lunatic // bears in trees

brother // kodaline

war of hearts (acoustic ver) // ruelle

(gene)

ambrosia wine // madds buckley

big bad wolf // roses & revolutions

runs in the family // amanda palmer

bad bad things // ajj

this is love // air traffic controller

teeth // 5 seconds of summer

sheep go to heaven // cake

my heart gies bum bum bum // flatsound

don't blame me // taylor swift

raise hell // brandi carlile

...ready for it? // taylor swift

smoke breaks // daddy and the long legs

somebody told me // the killers

losing face // wilbur soot

tongues and teeth // the crane wives

bird song // florence + the machine

revived // derivakat

i don't take insults lightly // madds buckley

monet issues // chase petra

pomegranate seeds // julian moon

choke // i don't know how but they found me

an unhealthy obsession // the blake robinson synthetic orchestra

villains, pt 1 // emma blackery

mama // my chemical romance

blood - end credits // my chemical romance

ignorance // paramore

all i wanted // paramore

the killing kind // marianas trench

rebels // call me karizma

she's my collar // gorillaz, kali uchis

hayloft ii // mother mother

saint bernard // lincoln

i miss having sex but at least i don't wanna die // waterparks

setting yourself up for sarcasm // get scared

killer // the hoosiers

oblivion // halfy & winks

animal i have become // three days grace

horrible kids // set it off

(travis)

the daughter of the fish and the ram // the scary jokes

imposter syndome (live ver) // sidney gish

burn him down! // kitsch club

friends with you // the scary jokes

catabolic seed // the scary jokes

pink smoke // the scary jokes

agatka (agatha! you're being melodramatic!) // weatherday

anxiety song // human petting zoo

onion boy // isaac dunbar

dr. sunshine is dead // will wood and the tapeworms

should've been me // mitski

pleaser // wallows

you are going to hate this // the frights

hate yourself // tv girl

tell me it's okay - demo // paramore

peach scone // hobo johnson

oh klahoma // jack stauber

achilles come down // gang of youths

nights like these // pigeon pit

i can't make you love me // dave thomas junior

vanilla curls // teddy hyde

self care // penelope scott

ship in a bottle // fin

RLLY LONG ONE BTW

(laurance)

ribs // the crane wives

red moon // will wood and the tapeworms

like real people do // hozier

community gardens // the scary jokes, louie zong

fences // destroy boys

too close // sir chloe

be nice to me // the front bottoms

michelle // sir chloe

mr. loverman // ricky montgomery

505 // arctic monkeys

hopelessly devoted to you // olivia newton-john

still into you // paramore

all i wanted // paramore

hey lover! // wabie

hot rod // dayglow

the bidding // tally hall

baby hotline // jack stauber's micropop

oh klahoma // jack stauber

be calm // fun.

dear fellow traveller // sea wolf

lay all your love on me // abba

eighth wonder // lemon demon

your new boyfriend // wilbur soot

the hand that feeds // the crane wives

your best american girl // mitski

indigo night // tamino

the garden // the crane wives

metaphor // the crane wives

the night we met // lord huron

kiss with a fist // florence + the machine

problems // mother mother

a burning hill // mitski

absentee // jack campbell

i want you // mitski

better than me // the brobecks

cigarette daydreams // cage the elephant

tongue tied // grouplove

since i saw vienna // wilbur soot

never love an anchor // the crane wives

creep // radiohead

a sadness runs through him // hoosiers

oleander // mother mother

the moon will sing // the crane wives

icicles // the scary jokes

dark red // steve lacy

ship in a bottle // fin

under my skin // jukebox the ghost

alrighty aphrodite // peach pit

every other freckle // alt-j

curses // the crane wives

everyone // mitski

down the river // the crane wives

october // the crane wives

time moves slow // badbadnotgood

being so normal // peach pit

grenade // bruno mars

the bug collector // haley heynderickx

#new named anon just dropped #testimonies

[jadelion]

Monster Prom as Heathers the Musical

Veronica - Vicky?

Heather C - Vera

Heather D - Milo

Heather M - Miranda

JD - Aaravi

Martha - Zoe

Ram - Damien

Kurt - Dahlia?

Ms Fleming - Coach

Any suggestions welcome. The one I'm least sure on is Dahlia as Kurt. Also there might be a better person for Veronica but I'm not sure. Dead Gay Son probably wouldn't exist and a few other things about Kurt and Ram would probably change.

I haven't played Roadtrip yet so if there are any characters in that who fit better in any of these roles I don't know

#monster prom #monster camp #heathers #I was listening to the Heathers soundtrack and had an epiphany