came home and the dog was??? Wobbly? Lethargic? Not eating treats??? On the night I was supposed to help receive ballots at the local election! But instead I am sitting in a room at the emergency vet and want to eat bread and cry.
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I love hybrid and shifter au's, but whenever I think too long about them, I start thinking about my own pets and the kind of things I say to them.
"[Dog] STOP following the cat! The cat would be happy to be friends but the cat does not want you to sniff her butt!"
"[Dog1], stop sniffing her genitals! [Dog2]'s already displaying all the behaviors of a submissive pup, you don't need to sniff her genitals too!"
"[Dog2] for god's sake, stop barking at the cat! The cat is hiding under a table! You don't need to bark at her! She's not doing anything to you!"
"[Dog1], NO! I gave that stick to [Dog2]! You cannot take that stick from her just because you're jealous that I gave her a stick! *gives stick back to dog2* Here, [Dog1], here's a new stick, this one is all yours *both dogs happily destroying sticks*"
"You better stop getting in her face, [Dog2]. She's gonna bap-bap-bap you! You better leave her alone! *dog2 predictably gets smacked in the face by the cat and begins crying despite having harassed the cat for an hour*"
*endless hours kicking the soccer/football ball for one dog while simultaneously playing tug-of-war with a stuffed alligator for the other dog*
*hears the cat hiss from another room and rushes in in time to see dog2 get absolutely wrecked by a smack-smack-smack to the face*
In short, Price is exhausted and is considering telling Gaz that he's not allowed to keep the cat hybrid. (But he can't stand the combined sad faces from his team and the kitty... no matter how many times the kitty smacks particular team members... daily...)
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We received a quest to help some refugees who escaped from having their organs harvested, which we accepted, of course. Nobody should turn down free food.
The refugees are named Patch (a pyromaniac) and Sook (she's good at mining and nothing else). We'll let them help clean up the campsite before we eat them. May as well use the extra manpower while we have it!
So, during the space battle the other day, we rescued a catgirl highmate who fell from the sky. She's been hanging out in the cell with Socks and Blackdragon, and somehow Blackdragon, the ugly, psychite-dependant, acid-spitting biliog managed to woo her.
Randy Random wants us to reenact 'Beauty and The Beast' I guess. And now I have to draw catgirls. Thanks, Randy.
Then there were cute kitty snuggles that I felt like drawing. Salvatore is a good boy, and Bella is still adorable.
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I made this for my art class and I just thought it was really funny lol
The art isn’t mine btw!! Its from the Sugary Spire carrd.
(The third please is misspelled on purpose. Well.. not on purpose. But I kept it bc I thought it was a tad funny and I was too lazy to fix it 💀)
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A soulmate AU where you feel the physical pain your soulmate feels.
Featuring butch!Hank and fem!Connor - inspired by @maddsmallow's art (no I will never shut up about this)
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Hank had never for a day in her life felt the physical pain of another human being. Not like every other fucking person on Earth. Nope, the only pain she felt was her own, and that she inflicted with gusto. The drinking, the neglect, the late nights alone in the cold. If the universe didn’t deign to grant Hank the shared pain of another soul, Hank could certainly make up for it without much effort.
Though she spent day after day and night after night stewing in an emotional torment of her own design, Hank never knew what it was like to feel a pain originate from outside her own flesh and blood. That is, until she did.
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Hank woke with a start, her heart pounding and her blood rushing like it used to ages ago, when she was chasing down a perp. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hank growled, her voice scratchy with sleep, but pain laced in every syllable. “What the fuck?” Was this a heart attack? Hank was old, but she wasn’t that old. If it was a heart attack, why did she feel like she was falling? Holy shit, she was falling. She didn’t know how–laid perfectly flat in her king sized bed–but she was definitely falling. She could feel it with every fiber of her being. The beating of her heart, the fear that gripped her chest, and finally, finally, the impact.
“Fuck!” Hank cursed once more, although it was really more of a moan. It felt like every bone in her body had broken, all at once, leaving her prone and breathless in the sheets. A deep sense of panic set in–a realization that she, in fact, was not ready to die. Just as the physical pain was becoming unbearable and Hank teetered on the edge of consciousness, all the pain in her body–apart from the near-constant hangover–abruptly disappeared. The sudden lack of broken bones left Hank gasping for air, and it took her a full five minutes before she felt able to move.
Gently moving first her arms and then her legs, Hank inspected her limbs to verify that they hadn’t indeed been smashed to pieces as her senses had led her to believe. Everything seemed to be intact. Not a grey hair on her body appeared out of place, and the only scars that crossed her skin were ones that had healed long ago.
After several long minutes of laying in bed in silence, stroking a concerned Sumo who had hopped into bed the moment Hank cried out in pain, the inevitable finally occurred to Hank. That was her fucking soulmate’s pain.
Fifty-three years, Hank thought. Fifty-three years without a soulmate. What, were they in a goddamn plastic bubble for all this time and then what, fall off a motherfucking building?
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Now with part 2!
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