#General Ruffs

[sdmsims]

women who can 100% absolutely be trusted around rabbits

[acrobattack]

i think it’s fun that blossom and buttercup butt heads the most vs brick who targets boomer and more or less gets along swell with butch

[deliciousmicroplastics]

alright alright alright alright now time to think abt things that aren't heartbreaking (<- typed this on mobile then forgot abt it and used desktop for like an hour)

[puppetbilly]

Flash Game Poll Part 2

there were so many games that multiple people added in the tags of the poll i made the other day that I felt like making a second poll with some of them

(original poll here)

[genieroze]

(via "Life is ruff" Lightweight Sweatshirt for Sale by genieroze)

[foldingfittedsheets]

Leeloo is a fairly social little cat. When guests are over she’ll generally come hang out and occasionally sit on someone’s lap or chest. This is occasionally passive aggressively done when I’ve refused to cater to her preferred cuddle position (on my chest, kneading my neck) so she lays on someone else and stares at me like, see, someone is grateful for this!

But by and large none of my friends know how to pet her. They’ll do long strokes over her back or delicate fingers between her eyes. We tell back strokers to stop since she has arthritis and doesn’t like it, but everyone else we just let them try to please her. She never purrs.

They ask what she likes and I say she likes cheek and chin scritches but she still doesn’t purr for them. I don’t want to break their heart and tell them what she really likes. I’m also scared to see them misinterpret what I mean if I said, “She likes it rough.”

She’s currently splayed on my lap while I’m sitting on the toilet and I dig my long nails into the fur of her ruff and she purrs furiously, wanting to be absolutely wrecked. She does not want gentle. She wants to feel the scrape of nails on her skin. When presented with a brush to her face she slams into it with all the force an 8lb cat can muster, wanting nothing more than to turn herself into a furry wrecking ball and experience the brush at Mach 5.

[lenoraslament]

Can you do one whee it's a threesome with mattheo, Tom and y/n and it is bdsm for the first time and they go ruff

Careful What You Wish For

Reader x threesome with Mattheo Riddle and Tom Riddle

Warnings: smut, 18+ Minors DNI!, bdsm, rough, oral (m receiving), fingering, dp, spanking, degradation, piv, anal, creampie.

Idk what demon possessed me when I wrote this but it’s pretty dirty so…beware? lol. Also I’m a little drunk. Also I’m sorry I forgot to do word count but it is long

“I want you both or not at all,” you said. Mattheo’s brows knitted together, his face was a wince. He had been infatuated with you for so long . Pined for you, maybe not your personality but certainly your body. Your mouth, your breasts. He couldn’t remember a day where he didn’t see you walking down the hall and try to imagine what was under the skirt that was always flirting with your thighs.

So he tried, and tried to get you to hook up with him. He approached you in the great hall, after quidditch games, in the library. Sure, you’d flirt back but always left him wanting. He wasn’t used to not getting his way and your resistance left him even more feral for a night with you.

Just another Saturday night of debauchery in the Slytherin common room. You were just drunk enough to give him a knowing grin when Mattheo sauntered his way over to you.

“God, you don’t know how badly I want you,” Mattheo muttered. His eyes slipping from your lips to your body. But his gaze wasn’t exactly what you were after. Thats not to say you weren’t attracted to Mattheo, I mean you had eyes. It was his big brother who made his way into your fantasies.

Tom riddle, godly handsome, aloof, cold. The only boy who wouldn’t give you the time of day if you begged. You watched him in the library, in his own world. What you wouldn’t give for a taste of what swam under his still waters.

So when Mattheo made his millionth pass at you, you were drunk enough to ask for the impossible

“I want you both or not at all”.

“Both?” Mattheo nearly choked on his drink, “my…Tom….at the same” he was about to say no. Hell no. But then you leaned forward and pressed your body against his. Your lips brushed up his neck to his ear.

“At the same time. However you want me,” your breathy voice tickled his ear, “however rough you like it”.

Hook. Line. And sinker.

Mattheo didn’t need anymore convincing. His rational thought was blinded by the throbbing need in his pants. He nearly growled, his hand on your waist as he sighed and finally said, “okay..,”.

With that he wasted no time to go to Tom. Tom was perched on a chair near the end of the party, he was sipping whiskey. Playing chess with Blaise. Tom appraised the anxious look on Mattheo’s face, the way he stood next to their game chewing on his lip trying to figure out how to approach it.

“What?” Tom asked curtly. When his usual obnoxiously confident brother began to stammer; Tom rolled his eyes.

Legilimens

That’s all it took. Tom’s dive into Mattheo’s mind, was intrusive. Months of Mattheo’s obsession. Tom knew who you were of course, he noticed you staring at him. He found you attractive enough but knowing his brothers obsession with you amused him. Both? You wanted both? Tom smirked at this. He would have never given you the credit to be such a little slut.

Tom dropped the spell as Mattheo winced and cursed.

“Ow fuck asshole,” Mattheo said rubbing the pinprick he felt in his temple. Tom was chuckling and finished his whiskey with a swig.

“Y/N huh?” Tom asked coolly as if he didn’t just see the whole thing played out inside of Mattheo’s mind. He nodded for a moment.

“Fine. Two conditions. I want her sober and you both listen to what I say,” Tom said not even looking up at him as he checked Blaise knocking another piece off the board.

Mattheo felt sheepish, he knew what he was asking for. He knew how Tom loved to torture him generally and how much knowing the girl he wanted, wanted his brother would play to Tom’s ego.

“Fine” he grumbled. Tom only nodded as Blaise groaned when Tom finished the game

“Tomorrow night. Go tell her”.

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You couldn’t believe Mattheo went for it. Or more surprisingly that Tom agreed. In the harsh light of morning, you felt nervous; nearly ashamed. When Mattheo had found you later that night at the party and told you the terms you were excited. Now there was a hot coal in your stomach.

Tom wanted you sober. Obedient.

It made you swallow and flush. All day you turned over the idea in your head like a stone. It was eight PM, when Mattheo knocked on your door.

“Ready?” He asked, he looked as nervous as you felt. Suddenly it got real and you nearly backed down. It felt like a dream as he led you down the hall to Tom’s private prefect room.

You had showered ahead of time and did you hair and makeup. You wore a sundress. When Tom answered the door he smirked appraising you. It was not lost on you that this may have been the first time you had his full attention.

He didn’t say hi, “you don’t look so brave now” he immediately mocked making your cheeks burn red. Mattheo walked in the room looking fidgety and sat on the bed.

“I…I’m fine…I’m ready” you muttered trying to muster a smile. Tom only kept smirking, his hand slowly cupped your jaw as he studied your face.

“What’s your safe word?” He asked, his eyes burning into yours. Eyebrow quirked with interest, you nearly trembled.

“I don’t need one” your attempt to be flirty.

Tom laughed as this, “nice try but believe me you will.” He squeezed your jaw a little.

“Don’t make me ask again,” his voice was still light and full of levity.

“Um…episky?” You nervously asked instead of stated. Tom nodded and walked over to Mattheo standing over him. His face dropped back into the usual stoic demeanor.

“You good?” Tom asked him, Mattheo looked over at you. How perfect and sexy you looked.

“Yea…good..”Mattheo said his nervousness was still there but he kept his eyes on the prize.

Tom patted him on the shoulder and made his way back to you. Like a switch was flicked his voice dropped, he was nearly sneering at you,

“So you’re the girl who’s got my little brother all keyed up?” Tom asked in a smooth voice. You opened your mouth to answer but nothing would come out. Five seconds later Tom’s hand landed on your cheek.

You gasped, the sting took you by surprise and if you had to be honest no one had ever hit you in your life. The startled whine only made Tom grin.

“I asked you a question.” He said in a warning tone. Once again you were stunned into silence as another heavy hand met the other side of your face in a firm slap.

“Ah, not so mouthy now. Apparently you only know how to use your words when asking for cock” Tom chuckled as he held your jaw now roughly.

Your eyes were tearing up, your mouth open slightly parted in surprise.

“Such a greedy little slut, Mattheo wasn’t enough to satisfy your needs?” He asked making Mattheo grimace in his seat as he watched the exchange. Tom’s hand slid down to pull you in by your throat. His lips moved to your ear so he could whisper out of earshot.

“Think you can handle me doll? You’re not even worthy to suck my dick. So why don’t you prove me you can be a good slut and maybe I’ll consider touching you” he hissed in your ear.

If you were flustered before, you were shocked now. You could barely speak as you struggled to keep from crying. His words hurt, his firm was grip and worst of all he was making you absolutely fucking soaked.

“What did I say about answering me?” He muttered as he pulled you back harshly to look at your face.

“Yes…yes sir,” you managed to squeak out. Tom nodded and shoved you away making you stumble.

“Get on your knees…crawl” Tom said gesturing over to wear Mattheo is sitting. Like a puppet on strings you dropped down to the floor. Mattheo’s nerves were morphed into lust as he watched you crawl over to him slowly. When you reached him, you sat up on the floor. He was sitting on the chair at Tom’s desk, your hands on his knees.

Suddenly you understood that Tom was in charge, you turned back to him. Tom nodded in approval noticing your submission.

“Suck his cock” Tom said. Mattheo sighed softly feeling your fingers working at this pants. He helped you until they were pooled at his feet. His cock was impossibly hard, dripping already.

Mattheo’s hand was gently stroking your red cheek as you licked the tip. Slowly you enveloped the head, letting him fill your mouth. He moaned loudly, eyes fluttering back as you bobbed you head halfway down. Tom stood watching with mild interest.

Tom made his way over, hand threaded in your hair softly at first. Then it balled into a fist and you could feel his tug guiding your movements.

“Surely you can do better than that Y/N” Tom said as he pushed your head down on Mattheo’s cock. You gagged loudly, the thickness filling your mouth and hitting your throat. Mattheo moaned louder as you deepthroated him.

Tom was unrelenting as tears ran down your face, mixing with your saliva. Mattheo began to reach for Tom’s wrist to take it easy on you but Tom gave him a warning look. It didn’t take much else for him to began to move his hips to match your movements, he could help it. Your warm mouth felt so good. As his moans increased, you gagged harder; Tom noticed Mattheo begin to get too close and pulled you off by hair.

You felt your back hit the floor. Mattheo was breathless, gasping in the chair. You looked up to see Tom standing over you, same smirk. It was humiliating, your lips were swollen, back of your head sore from hair pulling and cheeks red. You had the urge to say your safe word until Tom stooped down and held your cheek.

“Good girl,” he said and kissed you roughly. The kiss made you feel light headed, aroused. He bit your lip softly and flicked his tongue against yours. Then he stood leaving you wanting on the floor. Mattheo was undressing.

“Come stand in front of the bed,” Tom said. You got to your feet still in a daze and fully clothed.

“Undress her,” Tom said to Mattheo. Mattheo took no time at all. As soon as he reached you, his hands found purchase on your waist. His kiss was hungrier than Tom’s, needier. You let yourself get lost in it as he slid your dress down to the floor. Hands searching, stroking. He cupped your breasts softly before unlatching your bra. His lips went for your neck but Tom cut in.

“I said undress her. Stop touching her she hasn’t earned it,” he said. Mattheo groaned but backed off. His eyes hungry on you as he knelt and pulled down your panties.

“Move.” Tom said as Mattheo sat on the bed frustrated. Tom didn’t wasn’t any time to cup your pussy. Two fingers sliding into your folds so quickly it made you moan loudly.

“Mm dripping wet and we’ve barely even touched you,” he said as he slid them inside of you. They crooked and found that spongy area making your eyes instantly roll back.

“Pathetic,” he said and pulled them out. You whined and looked up at him, “please” you muttered. Tom only chuckled and shook his head at you.

“How many times has my brother asked you out in the past month?” Tom asked. The question struck you as funny but the look on his face was clearly not joking.

“Um….i don’t know…” you began but the movement of Tom’s hand made you quickly change your tune, “eight….eight times..sir”.

Tom nodded and undid his tie. He placed it around your wrists binding them together. He spun you around and making you face Mattheo were he still sat on the bed. Tom positioned you like a doll. Your tied hands looped around Mattheo’s neck and resting on his shoulders. Slightly bent over as you and Mattheo made eye contact. He leaned over and brushed your lips reassuringly with his, earning a soft smile from you

“Count.” Tom said before you felt his hand land on your ass hard. You cried out, the sting leaving you breathless. Your eyes met Mattheo’s, the pain made your head spin. When his eyes met yours, you felt lust overtake you. His lips found yours in a sloppy kiss.

“One.”

Tom’s hand caressed your ass before another rang out making you whine.

“Two.”

Mattheo’s breath shuddered. His face nuzzled against yours as you winced from another slap.

“Three”.

Tom groaned softly, your obedience making him show his first signarousal of the evening. His hand slid between your legs. Two fingers sliding inside you making you whimper softly. Tom’s voice was low and soft, it barely registered but the words still made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Such a good girl” he said as he delivered another firm spank.

“Four!” Your voice was louder and higher. Full of desperation.

Tom’s eyes rose from your reddened bottom to meet Mattheo’s heavy lidded glare that had been locked on your face.

“You can touch her now,” Tom said to him. Mattheo’s hands moved immediately to your breasts to softly cup and flick your nipples. You gasped and whined. His mouth greedily licking and sucking your neck.

“I still want to hear her count,” Tom commanded as he delivered another blow.

“Fi-five,” you found Mattheo’s mouth to kiss him back tongues fighting for dominance. His hand slid down your stomach to softly stroke your clit. The touch was lost from the vibration of another hit making your hips jump forward.

You pulled away from Mattheo’s mouth quickly, “Six”.

As you braced for another slap, Mattheo’s fingers thrummed over your clit again. The sensitive bundle of nerves feeling puffy and swollen from need. Another hit barely registered as the pleasure overtook your body.

“Seven” you whispered. Tom suddenly jerked your head back by your hair, “don’t get greedy”. He said sternly.

The last spank was so hard you groaned, but you made sure he could hear you. Mattheo’s fingers were moving over your nub slick with arousal.

“EIGHT,” you cried. Tom’s fingers slid into your cunt from behind. He immediately found the spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. Relentlessly he punched his digits into it. Mattheo’s fingers worked in union, making you nearly drool onto his lap. Your hips were keening against the movement, your moans were loud and rhythmic.

Tom pulled your head back roughly, “don’t even think about coming without asking”.

“Can I come sir please?”

“Don’t ask me, ask Mattheo” Tom said as his free hand wrapped around your neck.

“Matty, can I come? Please oh fuck can I come?” You were so close your legs were shaking.

Mattheo kept working his fingers over your clit, Tom’s slender fingers deep inside of you as he choked you roughly. Mattheo kissed you deeply, his tongue sliding over yours as your eyes rolled back.

“Come for me pretty girl.” Mattheo said. You let out a nearly guttural noise, your moans rhythmic and heavy. You could feel your cunt squeezing Tom’s fingers making him hum in approval.

“There we go, good slut. Come for us” Tom growled as his fingers didn’t show any sign of slowing. Mattheo’s fingers stilled so he wouldn’t overstimulate you.

“So pretty, so good for me, let go beautiful” Mattheo said as his lips brushed over your whiney cries. Of course, Tom wasn’t easy on you, his fingers relentless moving even faster making the coil in your snap even harder. You squirted onto his fingers as you let out a breathy scream.

“Look how you’re soaking me, what a needy girl, so sensitive” Tom mocked you as Mattheo only caressed your face watching your slack jawed expression with a mix of adoration and amusement.

Tom’s fingers left you, if it wasn’t for your still bound wrists around Mattheo’s neck you would have crumbled to the floor. Mattheo helped steady you, he kissed your neck softly and pulled you close.

“Doing okay?” He whispered in your ear with a smile. You were still gasping trying to come down from your high but you managed a soft yes.

Tom’s hand wrapped around the tie pulling you by your bound wrists off of Mattheo and onto the bed.

“I think you finally earned the right to be used”, Tom said condescendingly as he unbuttoned his shirt.

You watched as Tom began to slowly undress beside the bed. Mattheo was feral, no longer concerned about Tom’s directions or commands. He was on you in bed, pulling your thighs to wrap around his waist. Hitching you into position, his hand moved to pull your face away from watching Tom.

“Ready?” Mattheo asked softly, your face was smeary with bliss as you nodded. You felt the binds on your wrist being attached to the bed post as Mattheo thrusted in bottoming you out immediately. You mewled and arched your back, his hungry movements in time with his loud moans.

“Ah fuck you feel so good princess, look at you taking my cock so well,” he praised you as he thrusted slowly but deeply. Your breasts jiggled and his fingers dug into your waist.

Tom finished securing your binds, his hand finding you jaw pulling it away from Mattheo’s mouth.

“Open,” he said in a husky voice. You eagerly made room for him to stuff his cock into your throat. He was slightly bigger than Mattheo and immediately your eyes water. Tom thrusted into your mouth, at an untethered pace. Your gags and whines mixed as he clung onto your hair guiding the movements.

Mattheo kept rocking his hips into yours, eager to finish after being interrupted earlier. Tom’s head was thrown back, he looked lost in the moment for once. The pleasure abundant, but still Tom managed to choke out, “Not yet,” to Mattheo. Who groaned and cursed reluctantly pulling out of you leaving you on the precipice of a ruined orgasm.

Both of them pulled away from your body twitching with need, you gasped in the air that was now available to you.

“Knees,” Tom said his own panting breath cutting into his usual stern tone. It was hard to do with tied wrists but you managed to get on your knees in the bed. Tom slid himself under you until you were straddling him.

He wasted no time to fill you, pushing your hips down. Mattheo watched with a burn of jealousy as you bounced on Tom’s cock eagerly. Tom kept one hand on your throat as he let out a string of words.

“That’s right, ride my cock like the slut you are. So fucking needy for it, stupid whore.” He muttered as he cursed, his hips snapping to meet yours. You felt the heady lightness fill you as he cut off your airway. You could hear Tom say something to Mattheo but it was garbled to you.

Had you been in a more present state of mind you would have heard Tom say to Mattheo.

“What are you waiting for? She has two holes,” Tom said vulgarly. Mattheo climbed onto the bed, lining up. This time he didn’t completely listen to Tom, he reached over to move his wrist away from your throat so you could pay attention to his question.

“Is this okay?” Mattheo asked you in your ear as he hovered at your tight pink hole. You nodded eagerly, still needing release. Never in a million years would you have thought you wanted something like this but all of your inhibitions flew out the window long ago.

Mattheo spit on his hand lubricating himself before sliding in slowly. The feeling of being filled by both of them overwhelmed you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your body stretch. Your mouth dropped open and you let out a high pitch whine.

Tom groaned feeling you get tighter, Mattheo was whimpering into your shoulder as he thrusted into your tight ass. Both of them muttering praise to you as they moved inside of you.

“Fucking good girl”

“Taking us so well”.

“So pretty when we use you like this”.

You could barely register who said what as they both rocked into you. The tightness in your hips and cunt spasmed and your entire body stiffened as you came. Hard. They both moaned in approval as they felt your contractions squeezing both of them.

“Let go, let go come on”

“There you go, fuck, so sexy when you come”

“Take it, take it beautiful”.

Then you felt heat. Both of them filling you as a chorus of pants and moans filled the room. You collapsed onto the bed breathless. Mattheo’s strong arms pulling you close. You shuddered and held onto him tight while he whispered praises and sweet nothings. Tom took a moment to compose himself before sitting up and getting dressed leaving you and Mattheo the privacy to do aftercare.

When you finally reached the ground, Mattheo grinned at you.

“How do you feel?” He asked softly stroking a hair from your face.

“Wrecked but amazing” you giggle and bury your face in his chest.

“Be careful what you wish for” he said grinning.

[ainotherlimb]

this clown is on fire (but doesn’t seem to notice)

[eeriedragone]

I feel sick

I saw someones designs for an animated version of Severance, and it got me thinking about how I would do it, and I had this nasty idea hehe

Instead of the Dolly Zoom to signify the transition from Outie to Innie, there could be a literal artstyle change, from a more grounded, imperfect and ruff style to a sleek, simplistic, easy-to-digest corporate artstyle.

I might try and figure out what the „Outside Artstyle“ could look like, and it could be fun to see how the two looks could collide with each other (Petey, Irving dreaming). For now I‘m done with the purely corporate stuff, I can feel myself yearn for something less soulless, and it‘s really hard to make the characters recognizable while still maintaining that generic vibe that the style requires.

[sweetsugarcakes]

I didn't know you wrote one piece. Neat. Do you have any basic Luffy, Zoro and Sanji x reader relationship headcanons?

yess I write one piece I finally got a one piece request!! ofc I have some 🫠

General relationship headcanons

Zoro, Luffy and Sanji

Roronoa Zoro

🗡️he may not show sometimes that he cares about you but deep inside he does

🗡️you help him with directions all the time

🗡️he doesn’t like showing affection that much in front of the crew or people but occasionally he’ll ruffs your hair your touch your shoulder or back

🗡️although when you two are alone he kisses your forehead. You always have to initiate the kiss on the lips

🗡️if you bring him sake, he couldn’t be any happier especially it’s from you so it’s special according to him

🗡️if anyone on the crew messes or flirts with you (mainly Sanji) he would starts an argument and even a fight

🗡️he would always think of you when he trains or is in a battle

🗡️even though he tough and mean looking on the outside he truly loves you and never wants you to leave his side

Monkey D Luffy

🍖he’s so oblivious when it comes to dating

🍖either he’ll think you two were already dating or just straight up tell you

🍖he LOVES when you cook. Sure Sanji is the best but when you do it, he would eat it so fast because of how good it was and demand more with his grin and laugh

🍖no one dares to mess with you because they would have to go through him and that’ll be their mistake

🍖he loves hugging and clinging onto you. He feels comforted and safe when hugging you. Mainly around your waist from behind putting his head on your shoulder

🍖when your upset hurt or ill, he’ll give you the straw hat to let you know he’s with you by your side no matter what

🍖when he overtrains himself you always made sure you were by his side to help him through his battles

🍖he cares deeply about you and if something happened to you he would go insane

Sanji Vinsmoke

🍳even though sometimes he can be pervy, he’s still the best boyfriend

🍳he’s the type of boyfriend who would make you breakfast in bed.

🍳when you show him what you were wearing, he would shower you with compliments non-stop.

🍳besides Chopper, he would be by your side if your not feeling well or hurt. He would make you your favorite dishes for you to enjoy

🍳surprisingly he stopped flirting with Robin and Nami when he started dating you

🍳he’s also so romantic, for your dates he’ll set everything up to make sure it’s the best

🍳he brings you flowers everytime he sees a pretty set.

🍳he loves you so much he’ll never stop loving you and leave your side

[what-the-floofin]

Back into Taur thoughts

There are four types to the cervitaurs - though with a far-traveling nomadic culture, these forms came to spread and blend extensively throughout the populace.

Finding traits from all ends in a single herd is very typical!

The four strains have unique features that were once their own though.

The origin tales vary, but each are known fondly as gifts that were made to last, as the result of deep loyalties and unbreakable connection. Bonds powerful enough to alter their own blood and being.

(a far less popular version places them as parting gifts from when the Taurs’ connection to the Feywild became tied to the Material instead. How this version first came about is unknown, but it lingers persistently in some areas)

The Forest lines carry crowns of antlers. The Alpine are shielded with thickened fur. The Prairie bare teeth fiercer than their foes. The Field run swift on dexterous feet and striking spurs.     

These examples are at their ‘strongest’ mind you. It’s easy to sport minimal qualities, and far rarer to carry the full extent – though not impossible!

Additional notes:

Antlers grow in from velvet to bare, but don’t shed frequently. A pair can be held for a few years at a time if well kept. Moderately tined, with fine ends. Generally stays on the small and delicate side. Not gender restricted. Said to have originated from the Autumn Courts.

Alpine fur is thickest at the neck, creating its distinct silhouette. Fur can be thick and wiry or long and silky. The ruff is also one of the first areas to reduce on a less ‘extensive’ expression of the coat. Said to have originated from the Winter Courts.

Fangs of the Prairie are the rarest of the four amongst the populations – though not to consider it unheard of. Carriers are often described as ‘fierce and powerful’ in skill and nature, suggesting an additional boon to the emotional aspect rather than a purely physical enhancement. Said to have originated from the Summer Courts.

Hooves of the Field are unique in that the toes can spread and flex considerably more than norm, providing a sure-footedness over difficult terrain like no other. Dewclaws are thickened spurs, adding an extra oomph to kicks. The most widespread of the four traits, albeit in as equally widespread variations. Most commonly exhibits as short spurs only. Said to have originated from the Spring Courts.

More Taur notes here!

[todaysdocument]

Letter from S. Jonce to U.S. District Attorney Harlan F. Stone, Requesting that He Investigate the Activities of the Ku Klux Klan in Selma, Alabama

Record Group 60: General Records of the Department of JusticeSeries: Straight Numerical FilesFile Unit: 198589 Section 5 [1/3]

198589-

Selma, Ala Dec 5, 24

U,S DIST ATTY Stone

Washington D,C,

Dear Sir,

I wish to call your attention to the Klu ,Lk Klan which has been organised here here recently they are trying to run this section they are running negros awayand if one klan has greivance against them or any one they warn them to leave or they will take them out and giv them a flogginthey have about 1000 members here and there their hall is over W,R R city Ticket OfficeIn The Gillman BuildingThey meet there every Thursday night And they gets Difrent Persons up there before themAnd they handle them Very Ruff They had L,C. Farley ManagerUp There and gav

Gave him 2 Weeks to leaveAnd He LeftAS you well Know Farley Co Is a eastern Company They had Mr Merry W"lker s Son Up Before Them andHandled him very ruffalso Had a negro named Shannon W Who lived on Harry Smith Place to leave inA weekAnd Smith went to the ring leadersand resented about renning his ne negro tennants ,most of The state and Officials Belong to thi Klan ang one who does not belongto it has a poor showing And the onlyShowing a person is to appeal to the U,S atty , T

Go have the Us Grand jury to investigateThese thingsAs i Give ,you a few whoo came undermy personal knolledge the ring leaders of the klans herearrPhillip Shanks, Ed Keeble Dr Frank Jones DR Renyolds Dr Thomas Drummond G Gains Mack Strong, Dr ChristenberyRoscoe Hinson EM... E,M,McDaniels Charlie JonesThey are also fighting the Jews a And The Catholic and Putting on A boy cot against these people Any Clas or Band of menWho can Run This sectionRegard to the rights of the mases people makes this country un safe for people to live in and it takeshis rights of freedom awayAnd if it continues to go on no telling where it willgo as a few willrruleand people will have to doand vote as the klan ordersn.

Wish you would have this matterd investigated whe the next grand jury nmeets and see if this affair does not to s so far as to take the rights and libberty of american citzen,

S,yours Truly

S, Jonce,

[otterloreart]

alright i was doing so "good" at avoiding putting up spoilers but who am i kidding. I must show people everything that I am happy about.

In order to facilitate better balance (even if she needs a stand), I made the feet larger and I think I will maybe not do the ankle joint, but do the hand joint for better posing. I'm still considering it. I feel like if I put a magnet or hole in her foot to pose on a stand, it might work better if she had full foot + legs.

And I realized that this just... looks like eevee. So I made one with an eevee tail. And now I'm like, maybe she's too far from a Usul to be convincing? I guess the usul body type isn't the most conducive to this kind of body and now I'm second-guessing myself.

I spent a while fiddling with those legs to make them look better with the chunky body, but they ended up in a quite... wolf-kitty-girl kind of way. almost leaning towards generic. And I thinned out the ruff quite a bit (and it doesn't have its full detail). I had to flatten the stomach a little and make the leg joints very large because so much was showing from the side (and it looked way weirder before this, believe me)

But anyways: am I convinced I can make a perfect usul? maybe not, but i am going to make a very cute "something" and that's all that really matters

[doveywovy]

if u are still open to tobiizu prompts I submit: The classic "Tobirama saves an Uchiha child" story. The child in question is Izuna's

this stalled out massively but here's the scrap i ended up writing for it, largely based on my characterization of izuna as a man who Desperately Does Not Want Kids: (content warning for references to extremely dubious sex)

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Izuna, by all technicality, has four children. Three sons, one daughter. They're his only by technicality.

Madara is infertile; all his other brothers are dead. He's obligated, then, to carry on the main family line entirely on his own. There's a war on- they didn't have time to wait around and find him a spouse, not when he could die at any minute. His partners were selected for their desire to have a child, their good genetics, and their willingness to keep out of the way of clan politics.

What followed was something adjacent to sex, for reasons Izuna cannot verbalize. Sex involves some level of enjoyment; this was simply mechanical actions taken under a sort of existential duress. Even if he could've enjoyed the process, the looming prospect of fatherhood (even in title only) had necessitated the use of chemical assistance to get to the end result. Some of the women attempted to win him over, while others seemed as resigned to the matter as Izuna was. He was relieved when the elders deemed the matter resolved- enough heirs, statistically, that even with the ongoing war they needn't worry about running out. Four in total.

Three sons, one daughter. He sees them as little as possible, acknowledges them even less. That was never part of his obligation, even if it upsets Madara. Uncle Madara does most of the fathering, if the women involved hadn’t yet found partners to raise the tots with. 

Because of this separation, he barely recognizes Miyuki when he spots her- tucked beneath the arm of his rival.

She’s five years old, but Tobirama has her swaddled like a baby. Her little face is peering out, bright black eyes and a ruddy complexion from the cold. 

His blade lands with a soft thwump in a distant snow drift, and tobirama’s arm is still raised in defense as he glares at him. “Don’t let your children wander.” He says.

Izuna’s blood freezes, and then he realizes Tobirama’s using a more general ‘your’. He has no idea he’s got the Uchiha main family limply dangling in his grasp. 

 “This one fell into a pond and got trapped beneath the ice.” He holds Miyuki up. Her swaddling is reinforced with ninjawire, preventing her from lashing out and attacking as much as it’s keeping her bundled up and warm. 

Why is she bundled up and warm. Why is she alive. 

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"Report." Izuna mutters, the sting of the icy air hitting the back of his throat. He doubts she'll have much to offer, but any additional information could stop the dizzying tilt his world has taken.

Miyuki says, watching Tobirama dart into the distance, “His fur is soft.” 

Is she talking about his fur ruff, or his hair? How exactly did she get a hold of either? In a scrambling attempt to attack him, or as placation from the man? 

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 104 (Chasing Ghosts)

The time after Winterfest was quiet in Brindleton Bay. Heather's clinic was slower with families still out of town, and she spent the extra few hours a day at home with her kids. Tonight, Heather tried to get picky Lavender to eat mashed avocado in her high chair.

Ash tried not to look at the mess she was making as he ate his own dinner, explaining in detail why it was better to get food in her tummy than on the floor. She gazed at him with keen interest as usual.

"Ass-ee!" She babbled her attempt to say 'Ashy' with giggles, followed by a short hiccup.

Conrad, on the other hand, was working long, frustrating hours, and Heather encouraged him to take Gord to Deadgrass Isle to run off steam and clear his head.

"Bring the ambrosia treats," she reminded him.

"Am I supposed to be chasing ghosts out there, or clearing my head?"

"You know I won't be upset if you bring home a new stray."

He chuckled as he walked out the door, heading down to Fisherman's Wharf with Gord, where they caught the small ferry to Deadgrass Isle. It was late and the museum was almost empty. Once again, Conrad saw no sign of the old man, and he walked back to the snow-covered path outside.

Gord jumped, in a playful mood, and Conrad set aside his frustration to bask in the simple joy Gord could find in a broken stick. "Go on, Gord. Get it!" he said, but this time Gord's paws stayed planted in the snow.

The Bernese looked beyond him with a curious woof. Conrad followed Gord's line of sight, making out a glowing green and translucent figure in the distance. Too small to be a human, Gord took off running, and the ghostly pup raced on all fours toward him.

"Wait! Gord, stop!" Conrad called, racing after him. His shoes crunched snow underfoot, but Gord wouldn't heed his call.

Gord and the ghost dog met one another along the tree lined path, hind quarters at the ready, but neither let out so much as a growl. Catching his breath, Conrad finally caught up to them and the ghost dog glanced at him warily.

"Hey there, fella. It's alright. We won't hurt you." Conrad showed his palms. Gord looked on cautiously, but made no move to attack.

Conrad let the ghost dog sniff him, and when he didn't run away, he reached into his pocket. He had an ambrosia treat and some Buttercups, but he remembered something Felix Psyded had said about ghosts and unfinished business. Not all ghosts want to be revived, Felix had told them, so he decided against the ambrosia treat and tore open the package of Buttercups, instead.

The ghost dog howled excitedly as he devoured the all-natural treats, jumping playfully toward Conrad in gratitude. He barked. Three long howls followed by three ruffs. Long, short, short, long again. Almost like Morse code. "Are you trying to tell me something, pup? I'm sorry, I don't know what you're saying."

The ghost dog whimpered, but Conrad's attention was pulled away when his phone rang. He checked the call display and laughed. "Felix! I was just thinking about you, believe it or not."

"Of course you were. I thought you might have missed me, so I thought I'd call to find out how you were doing and let you know I've made quite the breakthrough with your old man at the museum."

"Life's real busy, Felix. The kids are good, work is pretty unforgiving these days, and Gord and I were just talking to a ghost dog."

"Oh, is that all? How's Heather?"

"She's great. The best. You don't know how to communicate with dog spirits, do you?"

"Afraid not. Strictly human ghosts for me. I never liked how ghostly pets could sneak up on a person."

"What have you got on the old man, then?"

"I think your ghost is the old lighthouse keeper who died before the light went out. I remember reading about the mysterious shipwreck when I was a young officer in the Navy."

"What's his name?"

"That's the most interesting part. His name was Ben Gordon."

Conrad shrugged. He was tired. Even Gord and the ghost dog were ready to nap at his feet. "Weird coincidence."

"I don't think it is. I still prefer researching from books, but I pulled up one of those helpful new websites with all those family trees and digital census records. Then I verified my findings with Brindleton Bay's local librarian, Gunther Lynx-Munch. I think Ben Gordon was your great-great-great-great grandfather's brother! A lonely type - old newspaper articles I found on library computers said he lived with his dog and otherwise alone. Never socialized with locals who came ashore to his island to view the old lighthouse. Maybe the reason you can see him and no one else knows what you're talking about is because his message is only for you, a living relative."

"If that's true, why hasn't he shown up to give me his message in years since I first met him? Maybe he's...passed on already."

"Maybe. Or maybe he can see that you're busy."

He thought back to the night they met. He'd made it clear he was distracted back then, and it's not like he hadn't been distracted since. "Can he see that I'm starting to get a little bit desperate? I really need a case I can solve right about now."

"If whatever he has to say is important enough he's waited over one hundred fifty years to say it, he can wait as long as he needs until he thinks you're ready. Try sending some signals. He might pick up on something."

"Like what?"

"Try talking to him."

Conrad scoffed. He'd always found it impossible to talk to the dead. A ghost standing in front of him could at least talk back, but he could never really say much to his parents' gravestones. Knowing he'd never hear a response made it too hard to try.

Felix sighed. "Or, stay desperate. Up to you."

Conrad stifled a groan, shaking his head at the smug former spectre on the other end of the line. "Thanks for looking into this, Felix. If he ever decides to show himself again, I'll let you know how it goes. How about you? How's living in Britechester these days?"

"Oh, it's exactly as I remember it. The fashion has changed, but the buildings in town look quite the same as they did when I founded the old university. I've scheduled my bar exam for early in the new year. I'm studying every day and watching a lot of Court TV, to tell you the truth. I've seen plenty of contemporary attorneys in action and I know exactly the kind of lawyer I'd like to be."

"Oh yeah, like who?" Conrad wasn't really all that interested in a bunch of lawyers, but Felix loved to talk and he was grateful for a momentary distraction.

"I have so many models to look up to, it's quite a wonderful thing! I've followed the work of prosecutor Aaron York. He's on track to be a fine judge someday and I would consider myself star-struck to ever present in his court, but he worked a recent case defending a young woman from an assault charge. He's a family man and a man of law, right after my own heart. And of course I'm as glued to the Alegria v. Caruso trial as anyone else, even though it's currently in recess! That Antonio Romero, Esquire is simply fantastic! His presence in a courtroom is so powerful. He's like a modern-day Felix Psyded."

"Don't you mean Felix Psyded, Esquire?"

Felix laughed. "I knew I'd get you to say it sooner than later, Sargent."

Conrad rolled his eyes. "Sounds like you're putting in the work, Felix. How are you making money since you won't let Heather and I pay you?"

"Until I take the bar exam I've found steady work as a process server here in town. I have so much to learn from everyone in the building, but one junior lawyer in particular is really something! Unfortunately I embarrassed myself when I overheard her talking about going out to dinner with an Orange. I thought she meant the fruit, but apparently Orange is a name for living sims these days! I'm afraid she thinks I'm a fool. But she's a real spitfire, and she's working the Dulce Alegria trial, too. Antoinette Wolff is her name!"

Conrad perked up at the mention of her. "I think I know her. Or her brother, anyway. Solomon Wolff and I used to be partners back in San Myshuno."

"In that case, maybe you could put in a good word, so she knows I'm not an imbecile. But I should go; I have many more cases to read about before the exam. Let me know when you've seen the old man again, and don't be a stranger."

He hung up with Felix and smiled. Did he actually feel lighter after talking to Felix Psyded? It seemed unbelievable. He glanced back toward the glowing green dog, who had waited patiently with Gord while Conrad took Felix' call.

A thought struck him. The ghost could have been any dog from the pet cemetery beyond the trees, but his bark sounded vaguely familiar, like the dog he swore he heard inside the lighthouse with Heather. "Did you know a man named Ben Gordon, old buddy?"

The dog barked excitedly, feverishly wagging his tail. "Do you know where he is?"

The ghost dog howled, but Conrad couldn't understand. He checked his watch. It was getting late, and he knew he should get back to the mainland. "We've got to head home, but Gord and I will be back. Maybe by then I'll have a better idea what you want."

With a nuzzle against Conrad's hand, the ghost dog seemed to acknowledge his promise. He returned home, greeting Heather in the living room.

"Did you bring home a new stray?" she asked, but her face fell in mock sadness when she saw he'd only brought home one very smelly dog.

"Not tonight. But apparently the old lighthouse keeper was a distant relative of mine, and Felix Psyded said when he thinks I'm ready, he'll find me again to give me his message."

"Maybe he'll think you're ready after you give Gord a bath and have a shower," she teased.

Conrad took care of their needs while Heather finished helping Ash with his homework, and he tried not to think too much about Felix' advice to talk to the dead. ->

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NOTE: Did I get through the ghost dog arc before the Life & Death pack updated and made this dog a living stray? No. Have I figured out how to turn the dog back into a ghost so I can just give him the ambrosia treats when I have it plotted? Also no. There was no option to simply flip the dog to an occult ghost in CAS like there is for human sims, I looked! The reason I waited is because in the rabbit hole adventures involving the dog, they made several trips to build up their friendship. In addition to everything else they've got going on that makes adopting another dog right now just too much, I was trying to mirror the adventure with storyline.

Any advice for re-ghosting the dog is welcome. I have one idea that involves forcing the dog to unalive with MCCC in a second save to get ghostly shots again, and adopting the living dog Conrad and Gord are now friendly with in the main save when it's time, but not jumping between saves could be better if it's possible! Just a peek behind the magic curtain of 'filming' Sims In Bloom lolol.

[palesweetscherryblossom]

Little Red and Wolves

Warning: General Platonic Yandere nonsense, mostly wholesome fluff, abduction

You’d always been warned of the vicious beasts who supposedly roamed the country side of your prosperous town. Your adoptive father, Lord Keigo had tried making sure that you were safe from the creatures.

But being the naive child you were, you rarely heeded your father’s warnings.

“Bye daddy!” You bid farewell to your dad, who was in the midst of planning another hunt for the wolf men. You were outdoors, where the sun shone brightly and the grass was green.

It had been a plentiful harvest and new livestock had been born. In Keigo’s paranoid mind, the wolves were bound to steal the fruits of their labor. It wasn’t rare to see a few sheep or hens stolen from their pens or produce stolen.

But you remained blissfully unaware. Clad in your favorite red hood and bearing a basket of your necessities, you were ready for a day of adventure! Picking flowers, eating your lunch and maybe having a nap in the flower fields.

Keigo looked up from his plans and gave you a weary but gentle smile.

“Be careful kiddo! Be back before sunset or no dessert today, ‘kay?” You nodded, only to be stopped again by your father’s warnings. “If you see a wolf, scream loudly and yell for help.” You nodded, trotting off to continue your daily activities.

Tomura and Dabi had considered themselves masterful hunters and predators. Both abandoned as pups and learning the harsh ways of survival, they were fearsome, brutish beasts.

Sharp teeth, agile and strong bodies and frightening reputations to boot. But they had a rather simple, sweet desire.

To raise a pup of their own. While the pack they obtained was all well and good, they wanted a little pup. Shigaraki hadn’t considered himself parental by any means but it all changed when he spotted Keigo, that obnoxious lord who would stop at nothing to make them nothing more than fur rugs, reading you a bedtime story.

As inane as it sounded, it struck a chord in the blue-furred beasts. Dabi meanwhile had weirdly dreamt of fatherhood.

His own old man was a cruel, greedy man who stopped at nothing to obtain his “masterpiece.” Even if it meant callous behavior. Dabi was fully on board with his mate’s idea to obtain Lord Keigo’s child. That bastard didn’t deserve you anyway.

They’d caught the familiar scent of buttercups and your favorite scented soap as they slinked out of the dark woods. “Not really wise of the lord to let ‘em out like this.” Dabi grumbled, raising his lips slightly.

“Don’t fret, my ember. This is the perfect opportunity.” Shigaraki practically purred, licking his mate’s muzzle sweetly. “We got their room set up and the pack is ready to meet them. Now’s the perfect time.”

There you were, sleeping soundly. Shigaraki was the first to exit, carefully trotting up to you. He plopped down as he looked down at you. ‘Aww, like a little lamb.’ Shigaraki internally cooed.

His tail thumped happily as he sniffed at your hair, electing a sleepy giggle as you turned.

“Noo, silly puppy..” You whined, pulling your hood farther around your head. Shigaraki let out a low ruff, motioning for Dabi to come closer. Dabi wasted no time, drinking in the sight of you.

“Pup..” He rumbled, giving a gentle lick to your face. Shigaraki was about to ‘scruff’ you and put you on Dabi’s back but you woke up.

“Hmm?” You sat up, rubbing your eyes. Your vision was naturally blurry before you got a closer look. To you, they looked like giant dogs. Keigo had accidentally forgotten to remind you as to what they looked like.

“D-doggie?” You whispered. Shigaraki and Dabi exchanged looks before ultimately playing the part of giant dogs. Shigaraki delivered a few kisses to your face, earning giggles.

“Doggy.” You yawned again. “C-can we play later? I-I’m sleepy..” You whispered, lying back down. “Y-you can stay if you want.” Shigaraki gently placed you on Dabi’s back as you snuggled into the black one’s fur. Gently picking up your basket, Shigaraki and Dabi trotted into the woods.

Leaving nothing behind but the flowers you picked