#;princess porkchop the dog

[theothervonkarmagirl]

Her dog has decided to camp out on her legs.

[revols-headcanons]

aoba johsai pet headcanons

oikawa literally begged his parents for a pet bird when he was in middle school, even though he’s rarely home to take care of it (his parents take care of it). the bird is called tweety and oikawa’s private snapchat story (tooru’s hoes; has all of aoba johsei’s team and many of his volleyball rivals) has tons of videos of him making fake retro/beatboxing/2016 youtube channel intro noises while spinning his phone around his bird. the birds like “…🧍🐥🐦🦜 what is this giant creature doing.”

iwaizumi had a bulldog who he defends with the world. the dog will literally try to eat oikawa, forcing that poor man to climb a tree while screaming, and iwaizumi will be like “oh he don’t bite. he’s chill don’t worry.” the worst part is that the bulldog loves everyone else on the team but hates oikawa. oikawa uses it as a sign that either he’s too sexy for every being on the planet that the universe sent him a mere pet in spite of him or that aliens are real and sent this demon dog as a way to lure him away.

matsukawa has three pet fish; one for himself and the other two for his siblings. their names are, respectively; titty, princess sparkles, and sharknado. he’s disappointed that his siblings didn’t get the memo. he often spends his time wrestling with iwaizumi’s dog because of this. whenever the others brag about their adorable pets, he says ‘well at least i have a clean car that I can drive’ to shut them up. iwaizumi and hanamaki always respond with ‘well fair enough’ while oikawa glitches out of existence like ‘we- you can’t just- that’s not fai- i have volleyball!’

hanamaki has an orange cat that never gives him a break. the cat will hide inside the couch until hanamaki’s mid-breakdown searching for it while thinking it died or ran away. the cat has purposely shat on his laptop multiple times. his teachers are tired of the excuse ‘my cat destroyed my homework/laptop, so I didn’t finish the work’ but it’s always true. the cat has also clawed up $200 shoes before. hanamaki’s private snapchat story (‘satan’s furry little shitbag’) where it’s just him recording what his cat has done with the caption of ‘orange cat tings’ or ‘bruh ur scaring da hoes’ or something similar.

kyoutani has two dogs (as previously mentioned), and they’re both the sweetest pets in the world. he unexpectedly gets hit on a lot because he looks less threatening with two happy dogs dragging him along, and he has to awkwardly reject people while trying to play fetch with his dogs. multiples times he’s sat down in front of his dogs like ‘listen here guys. you are actively destroying my reputation. i need you to be mean, cold hearted, and ruthless from now on, okay?” and the dogs will just have these dumb, happy looks on their face while panting, and then lick his face. he responds by sighing and then cuddle/wrestling his dogs because they are the most important thing to him.

watari has an elaborate hamster set up for his four hamsters. it takes up a whole wall of his bedroom and there’s this whole wheel and upwards maze for them. he’s incredibly precise when he cleans the cage and feeds them. he brags about it often, and makes sure he has a hamster on his head or in his lap whenever he video calls someone. their names are turbo, milk, porkchop, and sticky. he let a random english word generator name them and then didn’t put any extra thought into it.

yahaba has that crusty white dog that’s prim and proper. he regularly washes it and feeds it, even though he’s upset that his dog started to hate him after he dyed his hair. he’s been like ‘even though my hair isn’t white, i’m still me! don’t hate me now!’ whenever he has to wash his dog. his dog also has separation anxiety so yahaba wakes up most mornings with his dogs ass in his face became the dog refuses to sleep anywhere that isn’t touching her owner (even after yahaba spent the money and put the effort into making a literally royalty passage/mini bedroom for his dog to sleep comfortably (yahaba now just throws his shoes onto it because he’s accepted that his dog will never sleep on it)).

kindaichi has no pets so he often visits this giant aquarium near his house. he’s gone so often that, more often than not, they let him in for free because they know all he’s going to do is stare at the dolphins for an hour and then try to over compensation financially for it. he’s gone so frequently that he’s been allowed to meet the dolphins in person and pet them. the dolphins adore him because his hairstyle reminds them of their fin. the employees see how sad he gets when he sits by the dolphins, so they started actively tutoring him on how to take care of them, in hopes that he’ll work a part time job there.

kunimi also has no pets, but he’s fine with that because he hates doing any form of work and also hates messes. though he does appreciate sitting in parks and watching squirrels run around because it brings him peace. he started internally naming all of them after his teammates after a while. out of the team, he favors yahabas crusty white dog the most because the dog loves attention and is fluffy, though he would never admit that out loud.

[sunshine-and-his-stars]

how do i select all of the above i rarely call my dogs their full legal name Porkchop (Black lab) - Porky, Porkins, chip chop, choppers, chopper floppers, big boy, snuggle buddy, lambchop (inside joke), chippy, chips, chops, sir porks-a-lot / sir chops-a-lot, porky pie

Daisy (Greyhound) - Doozle, doodle, noodles, noods, doods, doodle-doo, princess, daisy girl, doozin, schnoozle, pretty girl (there's more these are off the top of my head)

Truck (Greyhound) - Trucky, ducky, clown town, The Mayor of Clown Town, trucks-a-lot, baby boy, turkey, truckles mcduckles, truckin along

Bean (Guinea pig) - Beanie baby, beans, beanie girl, moncher, big chonker, chonks

Charlotte Cheesy-Toast (guinea pig) - Toast, the baby(TM), charles entertainment cheese, charlie, toasty, toaster strudel, baby chonker

Use your own judgement on the line between a nickname and a cutesy version of their name

[porkchop-ao3]

A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 65)

“I Miss You”

It’s been so long again, at this point I think it’s expected 😅 Anyway, I’m here and I’m bringing smut! I have my ending all planned out now so hopefully it wont be so long until the next chapter, but I’m not promising! 😬😅😘 Enjoy!

Tagging @emily-strange and @actuallyhansolo​ ❤

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

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Between the pages of his journal I smiled, I pouted, I frowned, I slept, I had a picture for every emotion it seemed. The drawings were sometimes accompanied by little notes about what happened that day, and gave clues about why he drew me in such a way. 

We spoke about Isaac today… it seems Dutch still hasn't figured out how to knock on a door... O'Driscolls found our camp, damn near slit her throat… I hope her dreams take her away from this god awful place…

I couldn't bring myself to read much of what he wrote. Just the first few words. I felt like I was invading his privacy a little too much, even if he did write about me. But as I moved through the journal I noticed that his drawings became different. The first few were portraits, mostly, and they pertained to a story from the day, almost like illustrations in the book of his life. But as it went on, the words disappeared and I found pages of studies, drawings of hands and lips and feet, different features and body parts like diagrams in a biology encyclopedia. Sometimes the same thing would be drawn three or four times. A mouth, in varying stages of completion, as if he kept giving up halfway through and starting again until he reached the final drawing, which was more complete. 

I thought nothing of it at first. Practice, I guessed. But I noticed a few things that made me realise that I was looking at my own features. I realised it when I noticed the expanse of a neck leading up to a chin, and there was the scar given to me by the O'Driscolls. I saw a pair of hands holding my own Schofield revolver. I saw a pair of crossed ankles wrapped in boots the tips of which had scuffs in exactly the same place as my own boots did. The pages and pages of what I thought was anatomy practice was all of me. 

Then my cheeks burned in a streak all the way up to the tips of my ears when I turned one page and was confronted with a drawing of my own body, laying naked atop sheets I recognised from our hotel room in Saint Denis. I was not posed in an artificial manner, I was sprawled, laying on my side with one knee hitched up, my arm laying limply on my waist. I was asleep. My heart pounded because there I was, as naked as the day I was born, and I'd never seen myself like that from such a perspective. 

"You didn't say you'd drawn this," I breathed dumbly, then turned the book to show him. His eyes widened a little and his face immediately began to redden. 

"I'm sorry, I'll toss it on the fire if I shouldn't have–"

"No, I don't want that at all. It's a surprise, that's all," I smiled.

"That day you said you'd like to be drawn like that so I… when you was sleeping I thought you looked real beautiful, so I drew that. I had every intention of showing you when you woke up but then I–" he paused and exhaled a laugh, "in the light of day, I just felt like a pervert."

I tutted and rolled my eyes playfully, "you're not a pervert, Arthur. You're the love of my life." 

Something about it seemed to startle him, he looked at me suddenly, his mouth twitched. Then he smiled.

"You really mean that?" 

"Is it only just sinking in how much I love you?" I chuckled.

I put the sketchbook aside then leaned down over him, sunk my chest to his and kissed his lips, framing his head with my arms to hold me up and not put my weight on him while he was still recovering from the wound on his torso. He pulled at my arm and patted my leg, encouraging me to swing a thigh over so my legs settled either side of his hips. His arms encircled my waist as he kissed me back, humming softly against my mouth, his chest subconsciously arching up to press more firmly against mine as if he wanted to feel the way my heart would beat when we kissed. It would always race, no doubt about it.

Our lips parted enough for him to whisper; "so, what do you think of that drawing?" 

"I think you made me look good, thank you," I chuckled softly. 

"I didn't make you look anything, that's just how you are, princess. I don't think I even fully managed to capture how incredible you looked that night," he whispered, sending warmth to my cheeks and my ears. His hands slid over my waist, rested low on my hips and I welcomed the feeling of his hands on me and closed my eyes, pressing my lips to his again. 

I was so very tempted to get carried away, absorbed in the taste of his tongue and the sound of his breaths picking up and the smell of him so close in the confined space of the tent and– I pressed our foreheads together and broke the kiss. 

"You should sleep, you got a lot going on," I began and a sound came from Arthur's throat that was almost like a scolded dog.

"I got too much going on to sleep right now," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine before he bared his teeth to give my bottom lip a cheeky nip.

"It'll keep you awake?" 

"Mm," he hummed a lazy affirmation, "plus there ain't a part of my body that's ready to sleep now you been sitting on top o' me like this."

"Arthur," I breathed a laugh and kissed him again. His hands came from my hips to my backside, holding me and encouraging me to put more weight on him. I was worried about hurting him but his goal was apparent when he positioned me such that he could show me a part of him that was very much awake. "Are you crazy?" I laughed.

"Most likely, at this point," he muttered, hips shifting below me, as if eager to grind. 

"After all that's happened these past few days, with that hole in your side– with the tatters of the gang just outside–" 

"I don't care about any of that, princess, I miss you," he cut me off with a breathy whisper, and one hand came up to cup the back of my head, and he hugged me tight to him. My face naturally nestled into the space between his shoulder and his neck and he hummed a quiet sound when my lips kissed him there on their own.

"You miss me?" I questioned, words muffled but audible. 

"Being in your embrace. In every sense, not just your arms. My love–" his words came out with just a little bit more emotion than he must've intended, given the sharp cut off he gave them. My heart dripped with a bittersweet warmth that settled in my belly. It wasn't exactly arousal that I felt, it was a sudden ache, an emptiness, a need. One that ought to be filled as quick as it appeared and could only be filled in one way. 

I moved without hesitation, gathering my skirts, moving the fabric out of the way, scooping it into a pile and hugging it to my hip as I sat up. Movement pulled at the wounds on my legs but it didn't hurt in the moment. Or maybe I was healing quicker than I thought. But three hands descended upon Arthur's belt, and we worked together to open it up and free the buttons of his trousers. He hadn't anything on underneath his jeans – his last good union suit ruined by the gunshot in his side – so closing my hand around his hard length was an easy task. I thumbed the head and shifted the skin back and forth, earning a hiss of pleasure and a few moments later, a flow of clear stuff that I smeared, knowing the extra lubricant would help. 

Then I let him go and brought my fingers to my tongue, coating them generously in spit that I then passed between my folds. This was happening spontaneously enough that I'd appreciate the help, but my own arousal was beginning to slick me enough so that when I lowered down– 

"Jesus Christ–" Arthur gasped. He held his cock for me as I took him in, inching slowly down until I was settled, my insides hugging hım entirely. Something akin to the growl of a timber wolf built in Arthur's throat as he adjusted to the heat of my body, and his hands settled on the space between my hips and my thighs with a tight grip that put indentations in my flesh. 

I wasn't planning on making this a slow and lengthy affair and I was quick to start moving, rolling my hips back and forth and guiding his cock in and out. The slow pull, rub of the tip passing over the most pleasurable spot inside me took my breath away and urged my movements to become more frantic. It was happening quickly, we were moving fast, Arthur's hands pushed and pulled and helped my motion with just as much vigor as the pace I had set. The tent bounced our breathless sounds back to my ears and somewhere in my mind I hoped that they couldn't be heard on the other side of it.

I wasn't ashamed enough to stop, however, even if they could be.

I pulsed and squeezed around his cock and Arthur released shaky little grunts, strangled sounds that wanted to be louder, I could tell. But he did a good job of keeping the volume down and I was hell bent on doing the same. I bit down on my bottom lip, trapping it between my teeth almost painfully. It tingled and I thought of when Arthur had nipped me there before and a moan threatened to escape.

"Let– let me see you, please, princess," his words were clipped and breathless, coming out in short and jerky bursts as one of his hands reached for the buttons on my blouse. I sat up and shakily unbuttoned them down to the waist of my skirt, and I pulled on the drawstrings that gathered the fabric of my corset cover until it opened up to reveal my corset and chemise.

It was far too spontaneous of a situation for me to fully undress and show myself but it seemed just the sight of my underthings was enough to rile him up. A tightly tethered moan just barely left his lips and his large hand roughly skimmed up the front of my corset, over the smooth material and firm boning, until he reached the top where my breasts were lifted, giving him enough of the soft flesh to grab at. He cupped one breast and gave a gentle squeeze over my chemise and the warmth of his hand through the fabric had me arching towards him. It changed the angle of his cock inside me and I gasped, my own hand flying down between my legs to rub and chase my orgasm. 

"I'm almost there," he stammered breathlessly, his head clawing back into the sheets of his bedroll, his long hair messily splaying out like a halo above his head. I slipped my free hand between the buttons of his shirt and kept my hand in the warmth. My fingers skimmed sideways and I found his nipple, rubbing over it thoughtlessly and receiving a buck of his hips and a slackening of his jaw in response. He was going to cum and unless I wanted him to do it inside me, I knew I had to do something. 

I quickly lifted my hips and wrapped my hand around his cock, keeping it nestled warmly between my thighs as I jerked him quickly. He moaned once, only once but it was a loud and thoughtless one that could absolutely be heard by anyone who happened to be awake. But he clamped his own hand over his mouth as he spilled, marking my thighs and his own body, his seed flowing down until it was caught in the hair surrounding the base of his cock. My hand was slick with the stuff and the wet sounds of its motion was almost as loud as Arthur's moan but I kept going anyway, until I could wind him down and slow to a stop.

He panted with exhaustion despite having been laid back the whole time, and I smirked down at him, letting out a tiny laugh. His eyes peeled open and up to me, his long lashes catching the light of the lantern and glowing a brassy blonde.

"I finished too quick for you, didn't I, my darlin'?" He said, his tone a little playful and a little more self deprecating than I liked to hear. I rolled my eyes a little but he reached between my legs, ever so gently rubbing at my folds, coating his fingers in my wetness before finding my favourite position over my clit. 

I shuddered and sagged forwards a bit, holding myself up with arms either side of his broad shoulders. His fingers rubbed me rhythmically and quick, quickening my breaths and heart rate. My orgasm had been fast approaching before we stopped and he easily brought me back to the brink, and I mewled softly under my breath, tilting my hips to lean into his hand as he whispered to me.

"That's it princess, let me see you cum," he said, "show me them pretty eyes," he added, and I lifted my gaze to him. In the low light, his eyes appeared a darker blue than they usually did, looking deeper and hungrier than I had seen in a while. So full of want and love that I wanted to kiss him, but I was close to my climax and I was soon too distracted to get my body to move. 

"I'm gonna cum," I breathed, my hips fidgeting, almost rutting. Arthur made a low, vibrating hum deep in his chest that sounded deliciously indulgent and dirty. He sped up the circles he made on my clit and the pleasure built. It built and built until it peaked, and with a gasp my body shook as my orgasm exploded. He rubbed me through it, prolonging the pleasure as I breathed heavily, and try as I might to keep quiet, small mewles of pleasure escaped me as my hips rocked against his hand. 

I leaned over him, my hands holding me up above his head, his eyes followed me, fingers still sliding through the wetness between my legs. He had a small smirk on his face, just a flash of his teeth exposed. I exhaled a small laugh through my nose at the expression, it was almost a proud one, pleased with himself. I leaned down and kissed him once, but his free hand pressed into my belly and pushed me slightly. 

"Don't mess your shirt up," he warned in a whisper, and I was reminded of the mess we'd made. In the distance, I heard the rushing sound of a geyser erupting, and I could've laughed at the timing. 

"Yeah, let's clean up," I nodded. Arthur exhaled heavily, reaching into his satchel to retrieve a handkerchief stained with gun oil, using it to mop away the mess on his belly and fingers. I took it from him and cleaned my own hands, making a plan in my head to heat up some water for us in the morning to clean up properly before Arthur left to run his errands. For now though, it would have to do, and I adjusted my clothes and rolled off of him, settling in beside him. 

"Thank you, princess," he exhaled, his eyes closing as he rested a hand over the wound on his side delicately. 

"Thank you?" I chuckled. 

"I needed that," he added, and I watched the corner of his mouth lift. 

"Yeah, I think I did too," I laughed softly, and took hold of his other hand where it lay beside me. 

"What a God damn mess we're all in," he laughed as well. It was like he was too tired and too at ease in the afterglow to take any of our recent problems seriously. 

"Just a few days and we'll be gone sweetheart, don't you worry about it," I told him anyway, squeezing his hand. 

"Yeah. Just a few days," he repeated. 

I lifted his hand to my mouth, pressing kisses over his knuckles, each finger, the side of his wrist… his breaths were steadying out and I kissed him until he fell asleep, the weight of his hand increasing as it grew limp in mine.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Theoretical Knowledge: Two

The Taproom was a quiet little bar. Not too Divey. Not too Trendy. They hosted Karaoke nights and had craft beer and cocktails. It was just posh enough to discourage students but not so posh none of you could afford it. It was nice.

Nicer still was sitting in a back table where you could all drink and argue to your heart’s content as snow lashed against the windows. Winter’s wrath had finally been unleashed after a too warm Christmas. “Sam,” you grouse, “You were supposed to bring me back a handsome Italian man who could cook. Not this bullshit weather.”

The Physics professor only chuckled and raised his glass in mock toast, “This is the best I could do, baby. Alessandro wouldn’t fit in my carry on.”

“Lame,” you sigh sipping your gin and tonic.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he promises, grinning.

“That... That does not make me feel better,” you say hesitating.

Sam winked and waved over your shoulder to get the attention of the two men just walking in. “Sam you didn’t,” Nat said smacking her forehead.

“What?” he said commandeering an extra chair for Bucky as you turn around to look and trade frantic looks with Nat. “Bucky never comes out anymore. So Steve made him... Beside. You’d look cute together,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively and you felt your stomach sink to somewhere around your knees.

It really wasn’t fair that someone that fucking unlikeable was that handsome. It really wasn’t. You had an insane desire to muss his hair and askew his tie. Not one hair was out of place and you felt shabby, despite being dressed like everyone else. Casually. To fit the environment. “Sam,” Nat sighed.

“What?” he repeated, not missing the way that Bucky looked at you. Like he was pissed that you were there.

“I trust you got my last email?” he said taking a seat.

“And I elected to ignore it,” you answer, taking a sip of your drink.

Steve and Nat trade looks and Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. He liked you and he couldn’t Believe YOU of all people were who Bucky was picking a fight with now. You were new to the College. You’d been office mates with Nat for a hot minute while they’d found you your own cozy little broom closet. And that had led the others to you. Except for Bucky.

Bucky had missed the introductions a few months ago. He’d been elbow deep in his divorce. Digging through the corpse of his marriage looking for something, anything to save in the face of Yelena and her betrayal. It had been a bitter, brutal fight that had culminated in him becoming even more cynical and reclusive than he had been before.

At your blithe refusal to acknowledge his current aggravation with you a muscle in his jaw ticks.  Steve knows the only thing keeping him from saying something scathing is that Natasha can and will drop him if he acts like too much of an asshole to her new friend. He can see Bucky practically choking on the words he wants to say. Natasha tried not to feel guilty. She should have told you that she knew him. Should have told Bucky to back off. Or given you some context but. Honestly you were hard to get a fix on. Like now. Your eyes had narrowed and you were focused in on the ticking muscle in his jaw. Watching his every move like you were aligning mental crosshairs. Bracing for a fight.  But you don’t. Before bucky can open his mouth you’d tossed back the rest of your drink and murmured a quiet, non-confrontational excuse about wanting to leave before things got slick. You politely, but firmly refuse all offers of company and pay your tab before slipping out of the bar.

Your scarf, left behind in your haste stares at Natasha in reproach and she mentally makes a note to bring you an apology coffee and an explanation in the morning. Even if your reaction was curious and left her slightly more uncomfortable than the way bucky glared after you.

“Such a fucking grump ass,” Sam said shaking his head, “That’s a damn pretty girl you just scared away.”

Bucky glowered at Sam and took a sip of his drink, “She’s not my type,” he said shrugging, “Too big,” Even as he said it he felt like an asshole. He couldn’t even be mad at Natasha who kicked his ankle with enough vitriol to leave a bruise.

“Fuck you, Bucky,” she said, “That is a gorgeous, smart woman.”

“Yeah, Buck, don’t be like that. At least don’t say it like that if you do mean it,” Steve scolded.

“I got used to a certain body type,” Bucky said shrugging, “And it’s not as if she’s interested in me anyway.”

“Body type,” Natasha scoffed, “Yeah. Okay. No you just got used to a crazy bitch and now anyone normal seems like a fucking space alien.”

Bucky started meticulously peeling the label off his beer. He felt guilty. He really did. The truth was complicated. He really did find you pretty. It was a different pretty from Yelena’s cold beauty. If she was a perfectly frozen pond in the winter. Black tree branches bent with the weight of the ice and snow on the banks as the sun sank below the horizon. You were... You were well. He didn't know what you were but there was no austere marble facade with you. He kept seeing the way your eyes had narrowed. The way you watched everyone at the table, suddenly... uncomfortable. The way you fled the table. Forgetting your scarf. He felt like a heel.

But that had been the point.

Heels don’t have feelings.

Steve watched his oldest friend for a long minute, several things clicking into place as he stared. Two really important things. One being Yelena hadn’t really killed the Bucky they knew and loved. The one they’d just gotten back after the Army. And Two you might be the way they could get him back for good. And keep him this time.

He just had to figure out how to do it. How to get the two of you together.

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You let yourself into your apartment and put your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’. You don’t wanna talk. Or think. It’s really hard to deal with that level of anxiety in public. The best thing to do is to retreat. Retreat and regroup. You slide down the door and sit on the floor, accepting the licks and headbutts from your dog. A faithful little mutt that had been a “Christmas puppy” someone had cast aside. A shaggy labradoodle mix and a whole mess that you adored. Her name was mostly Lady. But she also answered to Porkchop, Wiggle butt, Asshole, and Princess. She leaned against you, anxious that you were anxious even as you lavished attention on her. “I’m all right, baby girl,” you tell her. “I promise,” you say giggling as she licks the end of your nose carefully.

When you get off the floor finally, you go to the kitchen and rifle through the fridge looking for a bottle of cheap Blackberry Merlot. You keep it for emergencies. It tastes more like pop than alcohol. It’s great. And perfect for a night like tonight. A night where you need to numb the discomfort enough to sleep.

Bucky’s jaw had twitched and you’d immediately been kicked into gear. He’d looked angry. Angry and like if he wanted to, he could do something about it. It had put you on guard. You really weren’t trying to catch someone’s hands. Not today. Preferably not ever again. Not after the last time. Times. Whatever, you amended. It didn’t matter now. It was over. All you had to do was keep going.

There weren’t going to be any more holes in the drywall.

No more men in your house. You really didn’t need anyone else with severe emotional issues and, if you knew anything, you were willing to bet that Bucky did too.

“You’re not a rehabilitation center,” you tell yourself firmly before taking a pull from your bottle.

“Don’t engage. Just don’t. Right, Porkchop?”

The dog barks, wagging her tail and you flip her a treat idly, smiling a little as she crunches it down. “Right.” you say, nodding to yourself.

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[sidetable-drawer]

Hot chocolate n rosehip !

Hot chocolate - Do you have (a) stuffed animal(s) sitting in your room? Which one(s)?

*deep breath*

I’ve got Lindi from Allegra’s Window (she’s my main comfort plushie right now), Phineas and Ferb, Perry the Platypus (Agent Mode), the Powerpuff Girls (original versions), Isabelle from Animal Crossing, Bugs Bunny, Lola Bunny, Sylvester the Cat, all ten of the Sailor Senshi team, Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon, Small Lady, Black Lady, Eudial, Luna, Artemis, Panty and Stocking Anarchy, Himura Kenshin, Di Gi Charat, Buster Bunny, Babs Bunny, Plucky Duck, Furrball, Yakko, Wakko, and Dot Warner, Tommy Pickles, Chuckie Finster, Phil and Lil DeVille, Arnold Shortman, Helga Pataki, Gerald Johanssen, Ren and Stimpy, Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Jiminy Cricket, the Mane Six from MLP:FiM, Starlight Glimmer, Trixie Lulamoon, Sweetie Belle, Tempest Shadow, Songbird Serenade, Vinyl Scratch, Octavia Melody, Cheerilee, Derpy Hooves, Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, Eduardo and Mac from Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Timmy Turner, Cosmo and Wanda, Rocko, Blue and Magenta, Rolly and Two-Tone from 101 Dalmatians, Dylan and Dolly from 101 Dalmatian Street, Parasol (one of the G1 My Little Ponies), Mickey and Minnie Mouse (dressed as Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas), T.J. Detweiler, Gretchen Grundler, Gus Griswald, Doug Funnie, Patti Mayonnaise, Porkchop, Wishbone, Kermit the Frog, Miss Piggy, Fozzie Bear, Gonzo, the Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat, Charlie Brown, Snoopy, and Dumbo.

...and I may have forgotten a few! I love my plushies; I need them for comfort. It’s nice to wake up from a nightmare to see your favorite characters.

Rosehip - Which book did you love when you were younger?

For picture books, it was the Madeline series, the Arthur series, the Clifford the Big Red Dog series, Millions of Cats, pretty much anything by Dr. Seuss but especially Green Eggs and Ham, the Franklin series, Goodnight Gorilla, Goodnight Moon, Martha Speaks, the Runaway Bunny, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Pokey Little Puppy, The Shy Little Kitten, and The Monster At The End Of This Book.

And for when I started reading chapter books and up, it was the Junie B. Jones series, the Judy Moody series, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The Hundred and One Dalmatians, The Babysitters Club series, the Goosebumps series, the Captain Underpants series, the Warrior Cats series, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Phantom Tollbooth, and the Wishbone tie-in novels.

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@psychcdelica​ sent:  ❤️📚🗣🐕❄️ For Dogi, Mizuki and Eira?

❤️ - Does my muse believe in true love? 📚- What’s my muse’s favorite book? 🗣 - Does your muse speak more than one language and if so, which one(s)? 🐕 - Is my muse a cat or dog person? ❄️ - What is my muse’s favorite season?

DOGI

❤️ He definitely wants to believe in some kind of love happening for him in the future. It’s not going to happen while adventuring with Adol though, and there’s a truth in that to be sure. Even childhood friends of his turn their eye to the red hair adventurer. But he’s confident in himself, and believes something is out there waiting to connect.

📚 Not much of a book person meanwhile. Most of his time reading is related to adventures or solving mysteries. Done out of necessity and pertinence rather than leisure. That said he will spend time reading up on locations to visit and survival tips. Adventure books tickle his fancy, if only to compare to his own real life experiences!

🗣 Nope, only the common language here. If he runs into other cultures he’ll do his damnedest to brute force his way through with half-competent miming and whatnot though. He can be pretty expressive when he needs to.

🐕 Dogs!!! Go on a run with him, handle how rough he can get. Loyal and fun. He’s not going to outright hate on cats but he will make his preferences clear. Get him a big dog that he can wrestle with and he’ll be more than happy with the arrangement. Name it something silly or fun like Porkchop or Rocko.

❄️There’s no preference. The guy has a way of thriving in most any climate whether it’s a balmy tropic or snowy mountaintop. His hometown where he grew up, Redmont is a more tundra climate bordering on cold thanks to its vicinity to Elderm Mountains which he often climbed to visit his reclusive sensei. I’d like to think he appreciates winter a little more.

MIZUKI

❤️Sure, why not. It’s not really her top priority right now though. Might have something to do with most of the people around her being so weird about romance. Whether it’s Iris and her fans, Ota and.... yeah. And then Date. She’s more preoccupied with finding happiness and recovering from loss than any of that. Plus she’s 12.

📚Supernatural conspiracy stuff!! Reading about any of those alien theories or alternate realities is exciting and different. This world is such a weird and sometimes shitty one, it definitely brings some semblance of escape thinking there’s others out there where things are different. Maybe better. Or worse if she’s feeling spiteful.

🗣Aside from the most basic of English she’s only in with Japanese. Oh, and some random latin too. Might’ve been involved with some amateur demon summoning techniques. Just for fun. What’s the worst thing that could happen? It’s not like she really believes a demon was gonna come out...

🐕Unable to decide. Probably would love to have one of either but can’t help but think the apartment they’re staying in doesn’t allow pets. It’s a small place for the two of them anyway, not enough space to handle them. She’d probably prefer to have a cat if she had to pick though. Maybe once she gets her own place. It’d be named something eldritch or alien.

❄️Cold sucks. But snowflakes and snowmen are neat. It’s a tie between winter and summer. Two extremes, sure, something something tsundere (she’ll punch you hard), but she liked the holidays and celebrations that came with them. It was time she could spend with her parents back before things got bad.

EIRA

❤️She has a better belief in it than her family. While not on the stage or level as a princess would be subjected Eira definitely felt pressure to marry for posterity and power in the long term at the expense of finding a real connection. She isn’t going to look for lofty ideals of love, but she does believe it’s possible to find someone that works best for her and will support her rather than bind her.

📚She’s not picky. But her preferred novels tend to be older in age and she’s not picking up the new hot thing in bookstores. Some bits of psychology (that she doesn’t grasp as much as she’d like) and inner workings of the mind, business sense, and inspirational stories both fiction and non.

🗣She’s fluent in Russian, English, and Japanese in her two modern verses with dabblings of Italian and French but those are very very shaky. She would prefer not to hold a conversation if it came to it. But she’s polite when approached with such and knows how to excuse herself and apologize for her lack of grasp if it comes to it.

🐕Cats! Easy peasy choice. She has one herself named Kletski that she inherited from one of her older brothers. He ended up moving in such a way and place several years ago where the cat could not go with him. And so she came into Eira’s care. She’s a very fluffy, very regal, very spoiled white siberian with grey tufts at her neck and legs. The kind of cat you appreciate most of the time at a distance unless you have been deemed worthy of a tail or side rub.

❄️Autumn allows for the best enjoyment of cozy wardrobes without the biting chill of winter cold. Also really good baked goods and drinks. It’s not a difficult choice for her. Not that she despises cold weather but things are better enjoyed when you’re not being pressed by the elements to be aware that you’re not comfortable when you should otherwise be happy.

[teganirwin]

Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people ❤ Tagged by @mermaid-in-a-browncoat (hi! I was sort of scrolling through your posts and realised you tagged me 😂) LAST: 1. Drink - Mountain Dew 2. Phone call - mum 3. Text - Georgia 4. Song you listened to - lonely hearts club - Marina & the diamonds 5. Time you cried - probably a week or two ago EVER: 6. Dated someone twice - yes 7. Kissed someone and regretted it - yes 8. Been cheated on - yes numerous 9. Lost someone special - yes 10. Been depressed - yes 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up - Unfortunately yes. (I thought I was dying) FAV COLORS: 12: purple 13: blue 14: Pink 15: Yellow 🌻 IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 16: made new friends - yeah 17: fallen out of love - what I thought was love 18: laughed until you cried - yes 19: found out someone was talking about you - yes 20: met someone who changed you - Definitely 💛 21: found out who your friends are - yes 22: kissed one of your Facebook friends - yes GENERAL: 23: how many Facebook friends do you know irl: no idea 24: any pets - my baby Dolly (cat), star (cat), Roxy (dog) & deefa (dog) 25: do you want to change your name - used to kind of like it now 26: what did you do for your last birthday - Friend surprised me by flying in from Darwin and then dinner with friends and family then drinks with family 27: what time did you wake up today - 10:30 am but it's currently the next day at 2:17am so does that count? 28: what were you doing at midnight- messaging my sunflower 29: what is something you can’t wait for: my cruise and meeting my sunflower 30: what are you listening to now - how to be a heartbreaker- marina and the diamonds 31: have you ever talked to a person named Tom - yes not a fan of him now he mucked me around for months with working on stuff 32: something that gets on your nerves - homophobia, racism and people interrupting me 33: most visited website - probably tumblr 34: hair colour - naturally blonde currently a golden orangey brownish red?? 35: long or short hair - middle-ish 36: do you have a crush on someone - a major one (always on my mind) 37: what do you like about yourself - I'm very open minded and ready to listen 38: want any piercings - a medusa ring and maybe more on my ears 39: blood type - No idea 40: nicknames - Tegz, sunshine, peaches, bambi, tigger, squidge, princess porkchop, Teags, babe, sweetie, love & darl 41: relationship status - single and waiting for certain someone 42: zodiac - Aquarius 43: pronouns - anything you want to call me 44: favourite tv shows - Girl meets world is my secret lover and just YouTube in general 45: tattoos - 1 (so far wanting more soon) 46: right or left handed - right 47: ever had surgery - broken arm, cyst on ovary, tonsils idk if anything else 48: piercings- ear lobes 49: sport - danced for like 12 years now I surf channels and the Internet and chasing after a girl out of my league 💜 50: vacation - would love to go to Paris again but anywhere would be nice 51: trainers - new ones from Kmart they're cute MORE GENERAL: 52: eating - last ate KFC (a zinger box) 53: like to drink - liquids 54: I’m about to watch - the back of my eye lids 55: waiting for - special sunflower and my cruise 56: want - time to go by quicker 57: get married - Preferably at some point 58: career - no idea yet something cute/fun WHICH IS BETTER?: 59: hugs or kisses - C. Sweet little kisses while cuddling and holding hands on the couch/bed watching movies 60: lips or eyes - this is hard because I get lost in your eyes but I get stuck in a trance by your lips 61: shorter or taller- preferably taller but shorter is adorable! 62: older or younger - probably older tbh 63: nice arms or stomach - honestly as long as we click you could look however 64: hookup or relationship - Preder relationship I like the feeling of the connection getting to know one another and growing with each other 65: troublemaker or hesitant - I like to think I'm a troublemaker but I'm so hesitant but I do try to let loose HAVE YOU EVER - 66: kissed a stranger - yes 67: drank hard liquor - I think? 68: lost glasses - yes and getting headaches with out them 69: turned someone down - yep 70: sex on first date - No 71: broken someone’s heart - unfortunately yes 72: had your heart broken - yes numerous and at times by myself 73: been arrested - nope but have been handcuffed (not sexually) 74: cry when someone died- more like body wracking sobs 75: fallen for a friend - yes but 99% over her since she's taken and I'm crushing bad on someone else DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 76: yourself - occasionally 77: miracles - yeah the few that come into my life 78: love at first sight - yes (unfortunately at times) 79: Santa clause - I did and very slightly still do but he's creepy! 80: kiss on a first date - little one but maybe hand kisses or a couple on cheek here and there 81: angels - Definitely I had some in my life for a while I think I've met a few more OTHER 82: Best friends name: Georgia, Jess,Inari, holly, Teagan, Megan, Peter Hannah 83: eye colour - blue 84: favourite movie - any Disney currently original beauty and the beast 85: favourite act(ors/resses) - Tom holland, Thomas Doherty and Rowan Blanchard and Sabrina Carpenter ~ obviously you don’t have to do this if you don’t want~ 💜

[austennerdita2533]

Tagged by the darling @klarolinedrabbles. Thanks Steph! xx

Tagging: @javagirlsd77, @princess-of-the-worlds, @ksfd89, @kickassfu, @garglyswoof, @lynyrdwrites, @meet-the-girl-who-can Only if you’d like and anyone else, too. :)

birthplace: Pittsburgh current time: 10:35 A.M. drink you last had: Coffee to jump start my morning at least moderately awake. easiest person(s) to talk to: My mom. fave song: Lately it’s “The Night We Met” by Lord Huron. I’m obsessed and am constantly meditating over the lines “I had all and then most of you/ some and now none of you” because they’re beautiful and they stir some urge in me to write about the relatability there. grossest memory: A guy once licked my face after we shared our first kiss as a result of some misguided belief that I’d find his slobber sexy or erotic? Like excuse him, but my cheek was not a lollipop and he was not a dog. Or wasn’t he? D.A.W.G. maybe... (My life, man. I wish I made this crap up. 😂) horror yes or horror no: NOOOO. in love: With fictional characters? Hell yes. With an actual real life man? Nope, sorry. jealous of people: Nah, rarely. We all have moments of envy but I try to stifle those because it’s such a toxic emotion. kylo ren: He’s quite moody, that one. I equate him most readily to tantrum-throwing. Plus, he killed Han Solo and I ain’t okay with that. love at first sight or should i walk by again: Walk by again. middle name: Bree number of siblings: 2 one wish: That we could all be kind and accepting of one another’s differences. person you called last: My brother question you are always asked: Is your hair naturally curly? reason to smile: The sun is out. song you last sang:  “The Other Side” by Ruelle time you woke up: 6:30 A.M. because my dog wouldn’t let me sleep in. *cries* underwear color: Black vacation destination: Since it’s winter, my heart yearns for somewhere beachy and warm. Also--Europe. worst habit: Sometimes I crack my knuckles. x-rays: Oh, too many. your fave food: Porkchops zodiac sign: Aquarius

[starlightafterastorm]

I totally failed, forgive me I can't read. REAL question time, So, I REALLY loved your Adventures of Porkchop and Caramel series. Some of my first and fav fandom reads (when I didn't have a tumblr, or an ao3, and I was an overshy kudo's only person in the void). I owe you some reviews! I digress. Were these moments based on real life happenings? Caramel stuck behind the fridge was the best. How did you get into writing? You say you're slow but it's worth the wait!!

Thank you so much! That series is so much fun to write! I actually have at least two more ideas to add to The Adventures of Porkchop and Caramel Series… eventually. 

I am actually pretty allergic to cats so everything with Caramel is not based on MY OWN pet experiences. But I got a prompt one day and the idea that popped into my head was the first fic, about Betty finding a stray cat and convincing Jughead to adopt it despite them already having adopted a dog. 

I decided to keep writing the series when I thought about all the trouble a cat and a dog can get into. I follow this one couple on youtube and they have three cats and in one video their cat gets stuck behind one of their shelves + one of my friends has a cat that frequently naps on top of the fridge and rolls over and sometimes falls. 

Eventually there will be more hijinks about Porkchop and Caramel. (There also may or may not be a very long fic about the rest of Jughead and Betty’s lives beyond Porkchop and Caramel. The background of that universe is actually pretty angsty and slightly dark and maybe overidealizes a few things so it PROBABLY won’t get written but that’s the headspace I go to when I’m writing for that universe which is why their time together with the pets is so fluffy and cute.)

I got into writing a LONG TIME AGO. When I was a tiny little one I wrote my own action adventure story about three fairy princess sisters who have to save their parents from an evil witch who is actually the queen’s older sister. The King tried to kill the Queen’s older sister and she thought the Queen was in on it so she wanted to kill them both in revenge. I could never figure out how it was gonna end. Probably with all but the youngest princess dying and ruling the kingdom. 

I was SEVEN when I started writing that. 

I’ve always been a voracious reader but I stuck mainly to poetry and original stories until I discovered fanfic in… middle school? And I wrote a little here and there but it’s only been the past 5 years or so that Ive really been wanting to work on my writing more, produce better writing on a better schedule. Still struggling with that a bit. 

Thank you for the ask!

[ruffsficstuffplace]

The Keeper of the Grove (Part 86)

Weiss meditated until night fell, her stomach started rumbling, and Taiyang had sent her and Pyrrha messages telling them that dinner was ready, and “Nora said she’ll try her best to leave some sweet potato fries for you guys, but she isn’t making any promises.”

Pyrrha helped pull her up again, this time because her legs had fallen asleep from how long she’d tried and failed to stay perfectly still. “Are you going to be alright?” she asked as Weiss tried to walk on her own.

“I’ll be fine!” Weiss replied as she winced with every step. “It’s just pins and needles, I’ve had worse!”

“Well don’t overexert yourself!” Pyrrha said. “All the progress you make in one hard day of working out and pushing the limit will all go to waste if you spend the next few days unable to move.”

Weiss cringed. “I know, but thanks for the reminder. Are you going to head back to the house, too?” she asked as she thumbed to the lights of Keeper’s Hollow off in the distance.

Pyrrha shook her head. “Not ideal to workout and build an appetite after you already ate,” she replied.

Weiss nodded. “Weights are in the shed over there,” she said, pointing to it. “Don’t worry about breaking anything: Fae creations were made to last.”

Pyrrha chuckled. “So I’ve seen. Good night, Weiss.”

“Night, Pyrrha,” Weiss replied, before she hobbled on back to the house.

Dinner was held outside, sitting on blankets and eating off banana leaves like the barbecue a little over a week ago.

Nora, Ren, Ruby, Yang, and Penny were all sitting together, helping Jaune with his Actaeon; from how most of them were trying hard not to laugh at whatever he said, Weiss figured it wasn’t going well. Blake and Qrow quietly kept to their own side, hungrily tearing through a giant pile of meat. On the other side, Winter bonded with Zwei, alternately petting him and summoning her elementals for him to play with, chief among them Idun.

Taiyang presided over it all in the center, standing over a giant cauldron full of bubbling oil, a massive pan of breadcrumbs and cut up ingredients beside him, and a rope fence around all of that. He looked up from the pot, waved with a gloved hand as the other manned an extra long pair of tongs. She couldn’t see his grin underneath the protective mask, but like Ruby, it was just too big and radiant to ever be hidden.

“Hey Weiss!” he called out as he turned over some food in the pot. “We ran out of sweet potatoes a while back, but we still got a little bit of everything else! Anything you want in particular?”

Weiss shook her head. “I’ll just take whatever.”

He nodded. “Got it! Just sit down someplace, and I’ll bring it over in fifteen minutes or so. Don’t step into the danger zone—hot grease splatters suck a whole lot more when you’re using Valley oil!”

Weiss eyed the pot, bubbling like crazy with a roaring fire underneath it. “I’m surprised you’re deep frying dinner, considering what got you in the hospital in the first place,” she said, eyeing the “bandages” still pulsing and wrapped around his arms.

Taiyang laughed. “What can I say? I missed Valley-style fried foods! Besides, just because you can end up getting hurt doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do something—what’s life without a little danger and risk?”

Boom.

Taiyang shielded his face as a bubble of oil exploded. Weiss jumped back and made an ice shield.

“Just gotta make sure you’re prepared for it,” he said as he put his arm down, pointed at the grease stain on his apron, and the greasy patch of grass well within the rope fence.

Weiss dispelled the ice. “Right...”

“By the way, is Pyrrha coming back any time soon? Freshness charms be damned, you gotta have fried stuff fresh out of the pot!”

Weiss shook her head. “She’s training; might be an hour till she gets back.”

“Ah well, guess I’ll just restart the fire later,” Taiyang said as he started fishing food out of the pot and set them to the side to drain.

Weiss turned around and looked for someplace to sit.

Ruby caught sight of her, and suddenly stopped laughing; Yang did, too, and gave her a look that said it’d be best if she not join them. She turned to where Winter was, decided not to as she saw Zwei and her elementals showering her with wet, slobbery affection, physical or magical. She turned to Qrow and Blake, the latter’s ears perked and she waved her over.

“Hey,” Weiss said as she sat down.

“Hi,” Blake said in-between bites of a porkchop.

“Sup, princess,” Qrow said as he munched on a giant drumstick.

Then, the three of them settled down for a wordlessly, mutually agreed upon silence.

Dinner was eaten, Jaune gave up on learning Actaeon for the moment, and Winter finally ran out of magic to sustain her elementals, Idun and the others sadly nuzzling and waving goodbye to Zwei before they returned to their soul stones or dissipated into the air.

Taiyang stayed behind to clean up while waiting for Pyrrha to come back. “I just got my arms out of that tank this afternoon, let me stretch them out some more; I’ll get sick of doing chores eventually, don’t worry,” he said when a few of the others had protested.

“Well, looks like it’s time to hit the hay!” Yang said as she stood up and headed to the house. “Get it? Because most of you guys are sleeping in the barn?”

Weiss and Blake groaned.

Nora snorted. “Hah! ’Hay,’ that’s great! Seriously, though, I am beat! Don’t know about the rest of you, but I am ready to get off the black moss tea and into the dreamscape! These past few days have felt like the longest multi-episode season finale ever!” she said as she walked into the barn.

Ren nodded as he followed after her. “Even for the Valley’s standards, this has been a lot...”

“Or the Queensguard’s!” Winter said as Zwei handed her a jar of dry bath. “I’ll just go get rid of the dog and elemental slobber smell before I head inside...”

“You don’t have to, you know!” Nora called out as she went up the stairs. “We’re all used to way worse smells!”

“I’d rather it not spread to my plushies, thank you,” Winter said as she headed off to a secluded area. “My Eluna already seems to permanently smell of tears and snot...”

“And despair!” Nora added. “There’s a LOT of that too!”

“What does despair even smell like?” Weiss asked.

“Like a combination of helplessness, terror, and regret,” Ren replied.

Weiss looked at him, before she shook her head and began to head inside, too.

“Hey Weiss?”

Weiss froze. She slowly turned around. “Y-Yes, Ruby...?” she asked as she forced a smile on her face.

Ruby hesitated for a moment. “Can we talk for a while? Alone? It’s really important stuff...”

“Can it wait till morning?”

Ruby shook her head. “It’s about your parole. Elder Goodwitch said I should tell you ASAP because she won’t have much time for anything once the Council kicks the fight against the Heralds into high gear.

“I also really want to talk to you about some other important stuff.”

Weiss reluctantly. “Uh, sure… where to?”

“Well, I’d say my room, but Yang’s sleeping over tonight, and I was going to say the barn, but then your sister might make that difficult, so you mind if we take a boat out to the water?”

Winter and Yang looked back from where they were, eyes wide in alarm.

Nora ran down the stairs and peered over the side. “Oooh, snap, I see dramatic build-up to a highly emotionally-charged scene that’s going to change everything!”

Weiss ignored her. “Could you let me change first? My clothes are all muddy.”

Ruby nodded. “Sure! I’ll just be waiting by the Tube station”

Ruby left the Hollow, Weiss headed back to the house to change. She tensed up as she neared Yang.

Yang raised her finger at her. “Just so you know: I promised Ruby I wouldn’t say or do anything about whatever you two are going to talk about, so say whatever you need to say. You’re safe—for now.”

Weiss nodded, before she headed up to the house, wondering just what exactly was in store this time...

The original waterway leading to Keeper’s Hollow had rarely been used ever since the Tubes were invented; save for large-scale construction work, clean-up for a week after the Flood, or the system suffering a catastrophic break-down, few ever took a boat out there, and rarely the whole distance to the second most remote residential areas in the Bastion.

It was a very different kind of swamp out there, the only signs of Fae civilization being the roots and plants that had been sawed off or hacked back to keep the way mostly clear, and the signs pointing the way to Keeper’s Hollow and back. Moonlight streamed in from the breaks in the canopy; frogs and birds sang their songs; ripples traveled over the surface of the water as Ruby rowed at a slow, steady pace.

It was a peaceful, beautiful scene, marred only by the tension between them, growing ever worse as the minutes passed.

They hit the halfway point, Ruby pulled up the oars. Weiss kept on looking over the side of the boat, staring at the water, the trees, the animals that she could see. They drifted along in silence, until the tension grew too much.

“You don’t have to stay here in the Valley any more,” Ruby said.

Weiss blinked, turned to her. “Pardon…?”

“You don’t have to stay here in the Valley any more,” Ruby repeated. “I talked with Elder Goodwitch, and her secretaries are getting the paperwork ready so they can transfer you to Arethusa—it’s our biggest Fae settlement in Sekhmet. It might take a week or two because of everything else going on, and changing your identities since your family’s permanently banned there ever since the Scourge, and all.”

Weiss stared at her.

“You can take Winter with you!” Ruby added quickly. “And it’s not all hot, and dry, and full of sand like Zeal—Arethusa’s actually underground, smack dab in the middle of this HUGE oasis; it’s like an island paradise complete with a giant ocean inside a cave, and there’s plants, trees, and flowers everywhere!

“I’ve only seen holos of it, but they say it’s really nice! Elder Goodwitch even says she knows a senior water weaver who’d love to take you both on and train you.”

Weiss blinked. “Are you… are you getting rid of me...?”

“Well, not getting rid of you, exactly, since we won’t go through with the transfer unless you want to.” Ruby paused. “Do you, you know, want to move? Because—well, honestly I really don’t want you to, but it’s your choice in the end, and--”

“No.”

Ruby paused. “Sorry, what was that?”

“No!” Weiss cried. “I’m not leaving the Valley! Ruby, in case you haven’t noticed as I have, all of my attempts at fleeing from my problems in life have ended catastrophically, because it only ever seems to end with in me running smack dab into new ones that can turn out to be even worse than what I had in the first place!

“That things turned out so well for me in the Valley was only because I lucked out and ran into you, and not a Soul Eater or whatever the hell else is lurking out there that needs Keepers like you around!”

Ruby blinked, before her eyes brightened. “So you’re staying…?”

Weiss nodded. “Yes. I’m staying. My complete lack of desire to find out what sort of new problems I might run into in a place like Sekhmet aside, I’ve started to make a life for myself here, and most importantly, I don’t want to leave you guys behind here!”

“You guys are my friends!” she looked down. “… And I’ve… never really had those...”

Ruby put her hand on Weiss shoulder and smiled. “When we get back, I’ll go call Elder Goodwitch’s secretaries and tell them you’re staying.”

Weiss looked up and smiled back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Ruby said as he pulled her hand back.

There was another long moment of silence, their smiles fading as the tension from earlier returned.

“So… since you’re staying and all… can I ask you a really personal question? About us…?”

Weiss frowned. “I… uh… sure.”

“Do you still like me, Weiss?”

Weiss blinked. “I…” she looked down and sighed. “I still don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Ruby smiled. “Don’t be.” She blushed. “But… you know, do you want to try and find out? Same way we did the first time?”

Weiss stared at her, her cheeks burning red.

Ruby began to sweat. “I mean, it’s totally okay if you don’t want to and I can understand that completely, but you know, the last time we did this in the honey dream it was really awful though I couldn’t blame you, but still I really don’t want that to be the last kiss we ever--”

“Ruby?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

Ruby did.

Weiss reached out with her bare hand, cupped Ruby’s cheek as she slowly brought her lips up to hers. Sweat began to drip down her forehead, her fingers trembled, and she could feel her gloved hand aching as the runes on her gauntlet clamped down on her magic.

Ruby smiled. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know...”

“I do!” Weiss cried. “I’m just… nervous, is all!”

“Want me to meet you half-way?”

“No!” Weiss barked. “You just… stay there, because I want to be 100% sure I 100% want to kiss you!”

Ruby chuckled. “Okay then...” she said a she closed her eyes and puckered up.

Weiss sucked in a breath; her whole body was trembling, sweat was pouring down all over skin, she could feel her gauntlet start to reach its limit as her magic only kept on building up.

Did she really want to do this?

Did she really want to risk finding out that she still loved Ruby?

Did she really want that fact affecting her decisions from then on out, prevent her from ever playing it safe and just assuming that she didn’t love Ruby, and then the both of them could easily move on?

Then, one of Nicholas Schnee’s most famous quotes came to mind:

“You know what? Fuck it.”

Weiss surged forward and kissed Ruby.

A lot of the romance novels she had read described a great kiss as “explosive.” In her case, it wasn’t figurative, as she could feel all of the magic body going crazy, every ounce of power inside her supercharged, and eager to escape wherever and whenever, damn the consequences.

Weiss whimpered, trembling, shaking, about to pull away before she froze their lips together again or worse.

Then Ruby took her gloved hand into hers, intertwined her fingers with hers, and pressed her palm right up to the leather. Without thinking, all that magic surged from Weiss’ body and into Ruby, ice blue tendrils arcing from her gauntlet like a blast from a fire hose, turning into a radiant silver just before they dove into the back of Ruby’s hand.

And just like that, Weiss felt completely calm, like a sea after a violent storm, the waves settling down until the surface was almost completely still. Then she felt something humming, singing with immense power, stirring the waters all over again but in a good way:

Her magic, but resonating in perfect harmony with something much, much greater.

Ruby pulled away, eyes wide open. “Holy shit!” she whispered as she let go of Weiss’ hand. “Weiss, you okay…?!”

Weiss responded by throwing herself at her, wrapping her arms around her back, pulling their bodies tight against each other as she locked lips with her once more.

She felt Ruby’s lips turn from hard like rock to soft like clay in an instant, moulding to the shape of Weiss’ mouth as she kissed back.  She shivered as she felt Ruby’s muscles tensing and rippling under her clothes, more powerful than ever as every fiber of her body was infused with magic—Weiss’ magic.

Ruby sucked on her bottom lip, wrapped her arms around Weiss’ waist and made it impossible for her to pull away. Not that she wanted to—no, she wanted more, more of Ruby, find out just what she could do to her with all that strength when she didn’t pull back, while all her magic coursing through her system made every last touch and kiss all the more intense, causing all sorts of strange, interesting reactions that didn’t even come close to anything she’d ever felt before.

Weiss moaned, a low, guttural sound in her throat, telling Ruby exactly what she wanted without saying a single word. But still, she broke the kiss, straddled Ruby’s lap, and put her hands on her chest and gently pushed her back, just in case she didn’t get it.

There was a mischievous, playful look in Ruby’s eyes as she tilted back… and proceeded to lose balance, fall right off her seat and to the back of the boat.

Thud.

“Ow…!” Ruby muttered, her neck awkwardly craned for her horns catching on the edge.

Weiss’ eyes widened in horror. “Oh my gosh—are you okay?!” she cried. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what--!”

“Weiss?”

“Yes…?”

“Could you help me up…?”

Weiss blinked, before she did, then quickly retreated to the other seat further up the boat, turned away from Ruby, her whole body shaking, and her face buried in her hands—it looked and felt like it was melting for how hard she was blushing, and all the sweat pouring down her skin.

Ruby sat back down on her seat and smiled. “Heh…” she as she rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m guessing that’s a ‘Yes, you still like me’…?”

Weiss didn’t reply.

“Should I start rowing back to Keeper’s Hollow?”

Weiss looked back at her and hurriedly shook her head, before she buried it in her hands once more.

Ruby giggled as she settled down and got comfortable. “Take your time, Weiss… I can wait.”

Note: For those curious, yes, this scene will get an alternate version when the main story ends and I begin the “Sexy Animal Noise” spin-offs.

[theothervonkarmagirl]

"Princess! Come inside, honey, it's dinnertime."

Princess Porkchop fiddled around in a bush, then looked up at Maria. A huge, limp rat was in her mouth!

Maria let out a scream and slammed the door.

Princess Porkchop sat at the door, confused.

[theothervonkarmagirl]

"You are being a brat."

Clara was halfway up the hiking trail when her dog plopped down and refused to move. She tried treats. She tried misdirection. She tried everything that her dog training manual told her to do, and the Shikoku just sat there looking absolutely unimpressed.

"Princess, come. COME. HERE. RIGHT NOW. What has gotten into you!?" A few passersby snickered at the scene, saying "ganbare!", and Clara's face burned. "Come on, you're being embarrassing!"

[theothervonkarmagirl]

"I've been gone for a year and look at you. Growin' up on me huh Pipsqeak..hmm guess I can't call you that for long, might have t' promote you t' Princess."

"Um, there is already a Princess in the mix," Clara joked, nodding to her dog, who was sniffing a rock at the end of her leash. Princess Porkchop's middle was quite round compared to the last time he'd seen her; she was due soon. "So I guess I'll be Pipsqueak for a little longer."

Clara smiled. Her hair had grown out just a bit, and she had gotten a little taller, but all else was the same. "I'm so glad you're back. Everyone's been asking about you! How was school? Are you a chef now?"

[theothervonkarmagirl]

"Well, that's why we leave porcupines ALONE. Yes?"

Clara loaded her whimpering dog, who had a face full of quills, into a cart attached to her bike. "Don't worry...once I get my hands on some anesthetic, I can help you!"

"There must be some extra at the Butterfly Estate..."

[theothervonkarmagirl]

Clara was retuning from a hike when her dog suddenly became alert, barking at something off the path.

Two monkeys bared their teeth at Princess Porkchop, but did not approach. In fact, they disappeared into the forest soon after.

"Hmm. Normally they'd have attacked me by now. Either she scared them off or Inosuke really spoke to them..."

"I hope he didn't shake them up too badly."