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fairypaw · 3 months

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20 for Spiderleg, and 19 for Firestar?

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter? + Spiderleg

ID KILL for a friend group consisting of spider, shrew, squirrel, leaf and white. like idk they would give off cousins you didn't know you weren't related to because your parents are best friends and you call them your aunt/uncle.

Also think its sooo fawkin funny since leaf and spider had beef in canon kinda over the whole him not being there for his kits, okay hear me out, they never have been able to see eye to eye as kids and leaf blows up on him over not seeing rose/toad because she's mostly projecting over not being able to be a mother to her own kits.

But it ends with spider venting about how he's unready to be someone these kits should look up to, something about his brother dying in hopes to save their baby sisters and they still died anyway. maybe throw in my personal hc that he planned to have kits with sootfur but he died too soon and it just hit him that he didn't have the life they planned, and it ends in spiderleaf bestiesms. Leaf convinces spider that he should at least try with them, and Spider down the line after the secret was revealed convinces her to reconcile with her own kits.

ALSO spider + squirrel have a friendly ish rivalry, as in it's not serious but they don't hesitate to punt each other for the bit, but they have their soft moments of shared softness (shrew & soot's deaths) ans they both should have another rivalry over their platonic love for daisy actually. i also do happen to believe in spiderdaisy qpr, give me sassy gossip girls or give me nothing.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like? + Firestar

Spottedfire is almost too easy of an answer. like ugh okay you couldve maybe convinced me at a platonic/sister/maternal relation potrayal in canon, or HELL id be okay with a romantic route IF they didn't have a weird age gap or the emotional infidelity. like a ghost girlfriend/right person not enough time CAN be my cup of tea (esp since i do like fallenholly).

But everything they have CANONICALLY it creeps me out, it doesn't serve anything good plot wise, its not interesting, it doesent give anyone any depth, it dragged and muddled the plot its unnecessary and again, UNCOMFORTABLE. the way they only make spotted important only to be the object of another character just makes me sick (ex. fire, th*stle, in a way leaf and jay) as in she's this perfect an untouchable only wants what's best because she couldn't have the life she wants. but in the perspective of another character ? shes never really stood on her own as anything and it frustrates me.

#yippin n yappin #< my talking tag #ask game #we just got a letter ✉️#TY FOR THE ASKK ty for making me speak my mind i love and feel passionately about these two goobers and i missed talking abt spider mwah #spiderleg #firestar

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writingsbymo-mo · 5 months

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Took a walk to the mailbox earlier to see if any deer were around and sadly there weren't any at the time v.v

But anyway, have a couple nature photos uwu

Sooooo many leaves

And now it's snuggle time for the boys 💕

#they always gotta snuggle #nature #cats #my cats #momo talks #yes i be living in the woods #hear the coyotes yippin and yappin at night sometimes lol #i have a picture of a deer in the void of thos blog somewhere

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sekhithefops · 10 months

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WHAT A CO-INKY-DINK!

Yesterday I saw this:

Today, in one of my Discord servers, someone linked this:

Yep, the big boys were dumb enough to publicly admit they're going to try to starve the Writer's Guild into compliance, so the Screen Actors Guild said "Oi, you know what? Fuck you guys. What are you gonna do now? Make the next season of Witcher with fucking finger puppets?!"

#support the wga #support the writers!#support the sag-aftra #support the actors!#fuck the corpos #“a necessary evil” my yippin' ass

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cryptic-michael · 1 year

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I received roses and tagged y'all in roses....but might I ask?

@luv4fandoms @dwaynesbiboyfriend @britany1997 @silvermaplealder @enchantedreaper @legal-lost-boy @misslavenderlady and meny more!

Is this a declaration of love? Well by gosh maybe it is partners! But I think it's a declaration for us to ride together!! Yeee-Haaaw!!!!!

#you can reblog and add more cowboys!!!#ride em tie em and be yippin and holler YEEE HAW!#im embracing the cowboy✨

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peroxideprinces · 2 years

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HIIII i just wanted to let u know that i call you ori rory in my head. like one word. (-tekla keralises)

new url idea

#HELLO HELLO !!!!! I AM LIKE A SMALL DOG YIPPIN N RUNNIN IN CIRCLES HIIII #question mark #tekla tag

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ohbo-ohno · 4 months

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Sorry that leash belt ask just reminded me of this frantic thought I wrote down the other day about Ghoap pet play. It’s very rambly I’m so sorry.

Ghost has to take Soap out for runs to keep him in shape, cause he’s a responsible owner. So he gets all ready, normal running clothes, joggers, compression shirt, soft balaclava cause it’s still Ghost. Soap gets his muzzle(can’t have him getting over excited and accidentally biting someone), his collar, the smallest, sluttiest running shorts known to man, and his trainers. When getting him ready, Ghost likes to talk to Johnny. “Gotta get your shorts on, its bad practice to not cover up a bitch in season, distracting to the other dogs” “sit still, gotta get your booties on, don’t want the asphalt burnin your pads, huh pup?”. And the kicker, omg, Ghost gets one of those running belts that you hook the leash to so he doesn’t have to hold it.

ghost treating soap as his literal dog my beloved

liiisten LISTEN im like so actually obsessed with this thing you've sent to my inbox. you apologized twice for it an it's easily one of my favorite asks i've ever received. you absolute silly goose

the great thing about this, is you can (almost) make it... not really obvious kink.

johnny's muzzle for walks? a plain mask that looks like any other face mask, but maybe it covers up the gag between his teeth or it's a tight mask that wraps under his jaw and keeps his mouth closed. it's especially not out of place since ghost himself is wearing a mask

the fact that ghost's showing hardly any skin and soap is as close to naked as possible? easy, johnny's just one of those guys who wants people watching when he works out

the only things that really give it away are the collar and the leash. the thing wraps loose around ghost's torso but clips right on the front of johnny's day collar, it's not exactly subtle. but other than that? they really just look like two opposites running in the morning

(ghost locking the mask over johnny's face, rolling his eyes when he whines because "you know you can't be trusted around other dogs, pup. you want your walk or not?"

gets johnny to understand heel as just a click of the tongue, controls the pace of their runs with just one little sound

doesn't bother to tell johnny when he's stopping for a break, just stops and laughs when his pup nearly chokes himself - makes johnny even better at keeping his attention solely on ghost's smallest movements, even the indication of movement

always makes johnny piss at least once before they head home. usually their route takes them through a small park, so he's got some privacy, but sometimes ghost takes him to marginally more public spaces, but to watch his pup pout and whine. always makes sure he goes though, grunts "don't want to deal with you yippin' at the door while i'm tryin' to work. get on with it.")

#asks and answers #ghoap #bo writes

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glavilio · 3 months

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When I was at the furtrade, I thought that I was mundane 'Cause I couldn't draw, my mutual was, and I had no suit made I fled the con, tears rushing down my face But like, "Ben, you've loved furries since before pre-K?" Yippin', yeah, I guess i had a point, didn't I? Bunch of stereotypes all in my head

I remember doing the math like, "Yeah, I'm good at furboliche." A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant For those that like mundane sex, had bald characteristics–

*furry macklemore is hooked off stage*

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rawro · 8 months

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she thinks my kobold's sexy

it really turns her on

she's always starin' at me

while I'm yippin' along

#kobold #yip

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tenseandtight · 7 months

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muntihdah just yippin and yapping

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sekhisadventures · 7 months

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Druid Disappeared

Valdrakken, One Week After Malgum’s Introduction

It was definitely taking some getting used to for the Alliance and Horde to say the least. The Eredar had returned, not as enemies but as potential allies. Some were pragmatic about it, the orcs by and large sympathized with the man’ari renegades being tricked into fel corruption… after all, wasn’t that how they came to Azeroth to begin with?

For the Forsaken they were suspicious, but overall gave them the benefit of the doubt, again much for the same reasons. The Illidari as a whole kept a close eye on them, remembering all too well that until very recently they were their sworn enemies.

For much of the defenders of Azeroth however… the reaction was concern, wariness, and outright distrust. Some believed this to be a trick, others questioned if the aging Prophet of the Draenei had finally succumbed to senility, but whatever the reaction it changed little. With Velen’s endorsement, Arzaal and his followers were there to stay.

Like the Ebon Blade and the Illidari before them, they would be given the opportunity to prove they could rise beyond their dark origins… and should they not prove this, well, by now Azeroth knew how to deal with demonic foes.

That being said… some were handling it better than others.

Jaie awoke that morning in her room above the Roasted Ram and stood, yawning and stretching, then looked over to the bed where the other occupant had been staying. Valdrakken was so full anymore that space had gone from being plentiful to a severe premium, and the various adventurers were having to double up more often than not. Sometimes triple or even quadruple up… but as it had been for several days now the bed opposite her’s showed no signs of use.

Jaie sighed as she saw the empty bed, still in her bedclothes… then pulled her gemstone out of her bag and drew the rune for Shalandrae on it with her fingertip. It wasn’t her name, there wasn’t a specific rune for that, but rather Shalandrae’s rune was the rune for ‘great oak tree.’ Nelen and Nitika had worked together to decide on appropriate and easy to remember runes for everyone such as ‘Wise Elder’ (Dareley,) ‘Joyful Song’ (Sekhi,) and ‘Destructive Flame’ (Grimo.)

She waited for a long moment as the gemstone shined, trying to reach out to it’s twin in Shalandrae’s pouch… and after a good ten minutes she gave up and drew the rune for ‘sever’ to break the connection. “Nothing…” she sighed, sitting back down and shaking her head.

At the foot of her bed a head perked up. “Shalandrae ain’t answerin’ huh?” came a small voice.

In truth, the room had three occupants normally. Sekhi, being a vulpera, didn’t need a full sized bed. Rather she would sleep on a bedroll at the foot of Jaie’s bed most nights… though on more than one occasion she had wound up… well…

The first time Sekhi had explained that it was instinctive among vulpera to… huddle up when it came time to sleep. While it was blisteringly hot during the day, some nights in Vol’dun could be frigid enough to rival Northrend (albeit Northrend in springtime,) and the vulpera had adapted by sleeping in large groups to share body heat. On occasion Sekhi, half awake at night, would find herself instinctively seeking out the nearest warm spot to curl up in which, of course, would be the large bear-like woman nearby.

It had been awkward the first time, but now Jaie just accepted that sometimes her bed would have a surprise guest in the mornings and trusted Sekhi to behave herself there.

Jaie shook her head sadly at the vulpera, “She’s still not answering her gemstone.” replied the pandaren as Sekhi stretched, her tail extending and twitching behind her as she did.

“Yeah… I heard her song that day when we all met Malgum. She’s really angry, but really sad too. I think its lotsa things. I didn’t know what a ‘man’ari’ yippin’ was until a few days ago, but… yeah… I can get demons.” she whined, thinking back to their past encounters with Dissonantia.

Jaie nodded, “I just wish she would answer, just so we know she’s alright. I mean… we know her stone isn’t broken, but she could be anywhere now and the Isles aren’t safe to travel alone.” she frowned, the pandaren changing into her travelling clothes, then picking up her spear and sliding it into the holster on her back before walking out of the room to get breakfast.

Sekhi followed her out, scampering after her as she pulled her backpack on. Not a vulpera knapsack but a sturdy brown leather one made in Iskaara. “Yeah… we just gotta hope she’ll come back.” she yipped.

As they got downstairs to the common area they found Nelen already awake and seated at a table, talking with the draenei Aziguni, Malgum’s sister.

“Please Nelen… I feel horrible for what happened. I just…” she tried again, but the mage shook his head.

“Aziguni, I understand. We’re all worried about Shalandrae, but seeing one of the man’ari in the flesh was a terrible shock for her. Yes, you are right that because I was the one who made her stave that I could use my connection to it to scry her location… but I won’t do so unless we have reason to believe she’s in trouble.” he replied firmly, but not unkindly. “This isn’t the first time she’s had to run off like this. She’s a druid, she knows just how dangerous she can be if she gets too angry or upset. I heard what she did when she first saw your brother. A druid who loses control can do a LOT of damage, intentionally or not.”

Aziguni cringed at his words, knowing the mage was right, and yet she couldn’t help feeling guilty for what had happened. Her hope that her brother’s attempt at redemption might be accepted by Shalandrae and her friends was, perhaps, hoping too much for one of the kal’dorei to simply forgive and forget when it came to their ancient foes.

“Now…” he stood, picking up his own stave. “I must be going. I promised Sekhi’s sister I’d tutor her every third day, and that’s today. I can’t just shirk my duties to my apprentice.” he said, then his expression softened. “Don’t worry, I’ve known Shalandrae for years now. She’ll come back eventually, she just needs time to accept the state of things… and this is a big thing to accept.”

Aziguni nodded wordlessly, remaining seated as she looked down at the table, lost in her own thoughts.

Sekhi whined, her ears twitching as she heard Aziguni’s song… it spoke of guilt, of good intentions gone wrong, and of fear of losing something precious.

As Nelen walked out of the Inn he paused near the door. Leaning against the wall outside, idly chewing on a strip of jerky, was a young woman with blue and pink hair and strikingly pink eyes, dressed in a blue vest-top and a pair of baggy white trousers. “Laura, if you could keep an eye out for her… just incase…” he murmured.

The evoker nodded, “Yes, I believe I could do so Nelen.” she replied with a small grin as her sharp fang-like teeth tore into the strip of dried meat. Even in her visage form some draconic features remained, and one of those was that all her teeth were quite sharp.

Nelen smiled back and nodded to her, “Thanks.” he said in a soft tone, then he walked off towards the entrance to Valdrakken where Sekhi’s family had set up their small trading post.

Behind him Laura finished her snack, then stepped away from the building as crimson flames swirled about her form, her humanoid guise vanishing in a burst of magic, and with a flap of large wings Laurelgosa of the Dracthyr took to the skies once more, soaring off towards the Ohn’ahran Plains.

The other five members of Avalon, as well as most of Savage United (Grimo was, well, Grimo) were concerned for their friend, especially now that their foe Dissonantia was likely growing desperate. If she became aware that Shalandrae had left Valdrakken in such a state the Witch of Blackwald Forest may well decide to take the opportunity to strike down one of her most dangerous enemies.

He didn’t want to just immediately violate Shalandrae’s need for privacy and distance after what had happened, but he didn’t exactly want to leave her on her own either. He wouldn’t use magic… but Laurelgosa had wings and could cover a lot of ground. If she just happened to find the wayward druidess… well… Laurelgosa could hardly be blamed for informing her friends of Shalandrae’s current situation.

As he walked towards the cart he glanced to his right and frowned. Across the square were a trio of eredar… and one of them was none other than Malgum himself. He did sympathize somewhat with them after he heard their story. He knew how it felt to become a monster against one’s will, he was Gilnean after all, but he also remembered Argus, and how Krag’thar had died to save them from a Legion charge that likely included several eredar among it’s forces.

Forgiveness was likely never going to happen, at least not in his lifetime… even tolerance would take some doing… for now, for Aziguni’s sake at least…

The eredar saw him, then gave him a curt nod, and Nelen returned it in kind.

For now, just accept that this is the state of things… and what happened would happen. Nelen had an apprentice to worry about right now.

Time, however, can be a cruel thing on Azeroth…

Thaldraszus, on the path to the Bronze Oathstone

The bronze drakonids had been transporting a cache of relics found on the isles to their base for safekeeping. They had been until someone had gotten impatient.

The draconic humanoids lay scattered across the field, several were dead, one or two were still breathing but too hurt to move, and one of them…

That one had horrified his allies as he was the first to fall. The group had noticed something was off with the timelines in the area, then the air around him seemed to gray before he doubled over in pain. His scales grew thin and cracked, his fangs fell from his mouth, his eyes sank in, and it was like he’d aged eons in moments. A weakened drakonid had fallen to their knees, what had landed on the ground was a pile of fossilized bones.

Then there was a sudden hissing sound and a shape darted out of a fold in the air nearby, taking out two more before it vanished again, then a third. The survivors tried to rally but at this point the ambush was in full swing.

As the last of the guards lay on the ground, his lungs suddenly having trouble drawing oxygen from the air, he looked up as a shape walked towards him out of a stitch in time itself. “Apologies, but I had tried being nice and it was getting me nowhere…” said a cultured voice as an elf in resplendent purple robes walked towards the fallen drakonid. Behind him a dragon appeared as if from nowhere, one of the long sinewy slitherdrakes they had found in the caves below the Isles… but it’s scales were as black as night itself, cracked through with bolts of brilliant white.

There was no mistaking it. The slitherdrake was one of the Infinite Dragonflight.

“Y-you already failed… Murazond has not risen…” gasped the drakonid guardsman, “Chromie and her allies… stopped you…”

“Mmm, they did… this time. But that’s the fun thing about time isn’t it? Patience is all you really need to have another go.” chuckled the elf, opening the chest they had been transporting.

Inside it, seated on a velvet cushion, were two things. A longsword of draconic design that seemed to constantly shed grains of sand, and a blue crystal with an odd weight to it as if it was larger than it should be.

The elf took both of them, then turned to the drakonid with a smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll be putting these to good use. Better than they would have been simply sitting forgotten in some archive in your citadel.” he chuckled.

The drakonid struggled, trying to stand. “Nyloc… why… why side with them?” he gasped.

Nyloc Athel, Chronomancer of Suramar City, shrugged dismissively. “You lot and your ‘one true timeline’ nonsense were becoming insufferable, and you simply wouldn’t give me access to the knowledge I sought. The Infinite are much more free with their information, and very happy sharing it with a man of my skill.” he smirked.

The drakonid gasped, but his muscles felt like they were withering within his arms. Even as he tried to lift himself his own weight was too much! “Nozdormu will… learn of this… he will find you, no matter where or… when you hide…” he wheezed.

“Perhaps he will.” shrugged Nyloc, “Personally, I would love to see him do so. I had always wondered how I would fare against a foe of his caliber. So far however…” he reached out a hand and gestured, the air around his hand turning monochrome, a deep grey that leeched the color out of everything around his fingers.

The drakonid gasped as his eyes widened, collapsing as he clutched at his heart… but his arteries were withering, his chest muscles atrophying at a terrifying rate, and finally he fell silent. It was extremely rare, but if a draconic being lived long enough they were at horrible risk of heart failure.

Thanks to Nyloc’s powers, the ability to manipulate entropy itself, the guardsman had lived several lifetimes in the span of a few scant moments. “… yes, so far I am NOT impressed with the Bronze Dragonflight.” sneered the Chronomancer as he walked back to the dragon, climbing astride it.

As an afterthought he gestured, focusing his temporal powers on the field below. A moment later there was nothing but a rotten old chest barely held together and several piles of bones that may have come from a draconid, or may have come from a large lizard. They were so old it was impossible to say. “Now then my friend, let us be off.”

The dragon hissed, then it took to the sky and flew towards the heavens, and as it gained altitude it seemed to slip into a hidden gap in reality and vanished entirely.

#adventures in azeroth #world of warcraft #dragonflight #warcraft fanfiction #warcraft roleplay

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