#Imma mash up so many fandoms

[capsensislagamoprh]

Christophe listened carefully as Emil listed the rank and file of fey who came and went from the mortal realm. Who had changed forms, who had gained rank, or lost power. They were half way into the delicate discussion of bedlam when a puffing Phichit came running into view. Hands dropping to his knees, he gulped in long breaths until he could stand. Clutching a stitch in his side, he held out a hand, flapping the sticky note stuck firmly to a finger. Plucking it off, Emil looked the note over. With each line he read, his brows disappeared more into his eyebrows.

"Oh..." "Emil?" Christophe said, trying to bring focus back to the video call.

"I, uh... yeah. Yes. It's just..." Emil turned towards the screen, ignoring how Phichit folded himself backwards, straining his midsection up until a loud popping could be heard. Emil swallowed. "We might have a problem."

Christophe felt his nervous system begin to fire in rapid response. Cold seemed to trickle down his neck, trying to caress his spine in a trickling terror he barely recalled. "Tell me."

"You recall the... No, you wouldn't. You were in the dream at that time." Emil ran a hand thrugh his hair, eyes drifting upwards. A puff of breath escaped him as he shook the memories away. "There was a spat of unusual activity back in January. People died. Mortal people." Christophe swallowed. "How many dreamers?"

"Over a hundred." Emil sat forward, the chair seeming to pop as he rested his forearms on his thighs, head low. "The damage was done by a volcano. They should have been able to predict it, but..."

"But?"

"It wasn't the usual things. A rift just... opened. No warning. It was just torn. The lava turned itself in the three cardinal directions. Thousands had to move from the aria, leaving it unprotected."

"Wait, three cardinal directions? There are four. Which direction did it not ... Which direction, Emil?"

Emil's bright eyes had a haunted look. "It didn't run towards... South east."

Christophe swallowed. Hard. "All three streams?" Emil nodded. Christophe winced. "South east... What was it reaching for?"

"I don't know that it is. I think... I think it's just trying to gather power." "Are you sure? From nowhere? I mean, this could just be a mortal thing."

Emil shook his head with a resigned little sound. "No." Holding up the note, he showed the numbers to Christophe. "Type them in." One by one Christophe typed them into his phone, not daring to risk his computer. "Before you put in the last one, be ready to jump away."

Christophe's eye shot up, locking on the screen. Rising, he took a cheep metal chair from beside the refrigerator, setting it up in the middle of the room. A metal mixing bowl was put on that. Ready to spring, he put the last number in, dropped the phone, and jumped back.

The phone began to ring, as if connecting a call. A crackle began to sound thrugh the ring, as if the line had connected incorrectly. Soon the sound became a screechy, dial-up modem, ripping eardrums and tearing flesh. As soon as it started, it ended. The spring fey began to advance, to peak in the bowl. "No!" Emil called. Christophe spring back another few feet. Suddenly the phone began to melt, acrid poison steaming up from it as it broke into its most basic parts. Minerals, sands, and oils congealed in the bowl, foaming upwards. On pure instinct, Christophe reached for the roses on his desk. Petals fell away, dancing about his fingers. A flick of his wrist sent them into ever growing mess. Suspended in air, they began to glow, there colors pulsing with the cool melt of spring warmth. The light pulsed, flickered, faded. The petals ashed, spinning into a tornado of organic magic.

"Les dangers lointains nés du feu me disent ce que vous désirez."

Through the computer Emil watched, eyes wide. He'd not heard Christophe use a bunk in a noticeable amount of time. The rose ash spun, trying to draw an answer out of the melted mass. For to long they waited, the place slowly filling with poisonous vapors. "Christophe... Christophe, you may need to run."

The spring fey frowned. His blue eyes flickered into an impossible hew. Teeth sharper than blades flashed a blinding white. His ears showed his sidhe linage, tapering into a wicked point. His hand flexed as he held it stiffly in front of him, pulling glamour from his dross pouch. It sparked to life, taking on the shape of a crocus. His voice called forth the winds of change, everything in the room becoming new and old with nary a breath. The crocus bloomed, then decayed, its rotting corps dusting to gold. The wind picked it up as Christophe intoned, "Sannaste form ropar jag ut dig. Skapare, Förstörare, svara på Drömmen. Jag är förresten Vårens rättigheter. Jag är förresten grejen att tro. Svar till mig med det som skapades, svar till mig, en kropp värd att känna igen!"

The gold speckled wind threw its force into the rose scented tornado spinning against the frothing bowl, each spark fusing with a fleck of ash. As they flowed, the ash began to form into a wildly organic shape. Then they exploded outwards, stopping just shy of touching anything, stuck in the air like a frozen painting. Christophe lowered the hands he'd raised to protect himself. "Emil... are you seeing this?"

"Yes. Unfortunately, I am."

"Entropy," they both said, cold seeping into their bones.

"Something is endangering the balance."

"We know that," Emil snapped. "Something is making it worse!" Pressing his palms into his eyes, he slid down his chair, proper posture forgotten. "We are so screwed."

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28, part 29, part 30

[crobby]

imma be dead real with you, my dude, the fandom (and low key the mcu) has literally ruined peter for me a lot. he's?? sixteen years old hes not a fucking baby?? anyway you bring up so many valid point and i love it

god i feel u anon. i’ve just cocooned myself in that nice place where i take the good aspects of both mcu and comics and mash them into a frankenstein fandom. no infantilization here! not in my lobby!

[alexandenigtscreations]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Relationships: Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel Additional Tags: Season 3 Spoilers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, cw blood, Man of Glass episode, Whump, self doubt, new relationships Summary:

What if Juno didn't have time to heal properly from the soul incident before he and Ransom went on their first mission in the Aurinko crime family?

[Chapter 1 Link Here]

It was that same breath that woke Nureyev some odd hours later.  Sharp puffs of over warm air tuning into a series of strangled wheezes.  He felt pressure over his chest, from where Juno was hugging him tight, eye scrunched closed and trembling.  

Heart in throat, Nureyev commanded the lights on, and sucked in his breath.  He didn’t have to check to know that Juno’s injuries had gotten worse.  

“Juno?” wriggling free enough to get a hand on the other’s shoulder, “Juno, love, you have to wake up for me.”  He gave him a gentil shake. “Juno!” His clammy skin had taken an unhealthy ashen quality and the fever displayed prominently on his cheeks.  Another shake elicited a pained whimper. Again, his arm was clamped around his middle as if trying to keep the pain at bay.  

Help, Nureyev needed to call for help.  He scanned about looking for his coms and spotted them at the other end of the room.  He disentangled himself from the injured man and the blankets, stumbling over to the device and squinting down at the screen.  It was hard to read without his glasses, but it wasn’t like he had many names programmed in. He only needed one number, just one!

There!  Vespa Ilkay’s information.  He called once, no response, twice-  Juno started to cough, wet and harsh.  He was struggling to get upright but seemed unable to support himself.  Confound it all, he mashed the button a third time and went to him.

“No, no, no Love, please don’t get up.”  He did his best to brace him while he coughed, trying to take the pressure off.  He used the moment to jam his glasses on his nose, double checking he was making the right call.

The fifth and sixth calles yielded no results.  A dark stain blotted through the grey material, seeping out and down more and more of Juno’s side.  There was too much blood.

He tried Buddy- still nothing-  He balled up an undershirt and pressed it to the wound, begging the flow to stem.  Juno cried out, scrabbling at his arms, his chest, trying to push him away.

“It’s just me Detective, it’s just me-” he took a moment to stroke back his hair to calm him.  Juno cursed under his breath, his voice absolutely wrecked.  

He could go and get Vespa, but leaving Juno would be an...issue.  The man had a history of not staying put. Juno had tried vacating the hospital Nureyev had taken him to to get his eye treated.  Heavily sedated and battered though he was, he had made a valiant effort.  

Glancing at the list again, Rita’s name came into focus.  He could call her, she knew Juno well- but had almost no connection to Buddy or Vespa, which left Jet.

He tried Vespa again, nothing.  Then Jet and there! He got him on the first try.

“Jet!”  

“Ransom-?” his voice was heavy with sleep, “It’s late- can’t this wait until-”

“This can not wait, Jet.  Juno’s hurt- he needs help.” he explained urgently, hoping that this man he hardly knew would provide aid.  

“Then you should call Vespa-”

“Yes, yes, I’ve already tried Vespa and Buddy, but they are not picking up!  Please Jet, there is so much blood. It won’t stop-” he could feel the sticky warmth under the hand applying pressure, the arm that Juno still had a grip on, though it was looser than before, weaker- he refused to consider the implications.  

Oh Juno- no. His teeth bit down on his lower lip as he tried to focus.  

There was the sound of movement on the other end, rustling of fabric and rattling of items Nureyev had no patience to place.  Contact having been made, all of his attention was now back on his lady. He tried to sooth him the way that he had done in the chamber- when the pain in Juno’s skull had grown so severe he’d be forced to hover between the waking world and whatever hellish stream his mind decided to depict.  

“I did not know he was hurt on the mission.” said Jet through the coms, Nueyev nearly jumped out of his skin, he forgot Siqualiak was on the other line.

“It seemed he reopened some old injuries.” Nureyev explained, “He didn’t share how he had acquired them, but he racked up quite the collection-” his hand drifted to Juno’s forehead, wiping away the cold sweat and carefully smoothing his hair.  Juno cracked open an unfocused eye, before screwing it shut again.  

Jet hummed, there was a sound of a buzzer and Buddy’s muffled voice.

“Please tell them to hurry.”

Jet repeated the message, adding “Vespa and Buddy are on their way.  Can Juno stand?”

“No.” said Nureyev.  “I’d try to get him there myself, but I don’t know how extensive his injuries are-”  There had been so many wounds- his mind came up with dozens of scenarios where Juno could have acquired such damage- His detective had a pension for getting in over his head.  

Then again, so did he.  

For a moment, it felt like this was an extension of his crushing debt, like interest accrued because he was too much a fool to not of avoided it in the first place-

There was a pang of loss thinking about that yawning gap of time they were apart.  Perhaps, if he’d been less of a coward and kept Juno close, refused to let him leave that night, he wouldn’t have been hurting like he was now-  That he would have been spared these injuries- That he could have protected him.  

And yet- he had grown so much since they’d last been together.  He wondered if it would have happened at all if they’d been together at the time-  There was a small, petty, part of him was jealous this transformation had happened without him.  

“And Jet- he’s in my quarters.” that may require some explaining, but he could deal with that latter.

Jet grunted “That is good to know.”

“Nu-Nureyev-” shuddered Juno, and Nureyev tuned the coms out almost completely.  

“What is it?”

“I- Imma not- feelin’ so hot-” he slurred, chest working overtime to supply enough breath, fingers tangled in the material over his stomach.  

Nureyev chuckled “Not feeling so hot?  My Detective, what cued you in?” Juno’s lips ticked up “Help is on the way.”

Not long after, the small party came streaming in.  Vespa’s hostile expression dropped into a softer sneer at the sight.  

“And what the hell happened to you Steel?”

Juno laughed, a strange delirious thing that set Nureyev further on edge if that were possible “You’re gonna have ta’ be m-more specific-”

“If you’re well enough to play games Steel then you’re-”

“Vespa, darling, save your banter for a time when he can appreciate it.  I fear he’s operating on conditioned response alone.”

Vespa shook her head once, then twice before slipping closer; kneeling down to take his pulse and get a few scans from a handheld instrument.  There was something in the way that the scowl melted off her face that made Nureyev’s blood run cold.

“What’s-” his voice broke, he cleared it and tried again “What’s wrong?”

“His vitals are all screwy for starters.  Siqualiak, help me get him into the stretcher.  Ransom, keep pressure on that wound, I’ll take a look when we get to the medical ward.”

They all assumed their positions, Nureyev lightly chastising Juno for fighting the lift, though he was alarmed at how ashen he’d gotten after the move.

He chewed on the inside of his lip as they brought him to the medical ward, the stench of antiseptic preceding the room before the doors swished open.  

“Gonna need some room!” Vespa snapped clearing a path around the hover gerny.  Buddy and Jet made room, but not Nureyev. He still had his hand clamped over the wound, the other running soothing streaks through Juno’s curls.  “That includes you thief.”

“And leave a lady in distress?  How could I possibly-”

“You know what? Just- can it! Keep applying pressure while I get set up.”

Nureyev sighed and nodded.  Realizing she probably wasn’t looking he added an “Understood.” He could at least do this much.  

Juno’s glassy eye landed on his face.  “W-what’s going on-Nnn-” he squeezed his eye shut and started over “Ransom-”

“Just you’re morning check-up Detective.”  he tried for his usual airy tone. “You’re lucky our good doctor could see you so early.”

Vespa made a noise of disgust from the wash station, before moving on to placing her tools on a tray.

“ohhh, god-” Juno groaned.  “It’s-too early for this-” his breath hitched, and he grasped at Nureyev’s wrist again, but it was heartbreakingly feeble.  “H-hurts-”

“Too early?” Vespa scoffed “Moreon it was almost too late!” then to Nureyev, “Keep the pressure on.”

Nureyev nodded, desperately trying to file away the phrase ‘too late’ before it could do damage.  Juno needed him now, he hadn’t the time to indulge foolish hypothetical fears. Instead, he focused on stroking his thumb over the lady’s cheek bone, hoping to sap some of the tension from his features.  

In a smooth, practiced motion, Vespa sliced through Juno’s shirt and layers of bandages. The goar soaked layers shrinking away from her shears till she was down to the skin.  She handed Nureyev a large piece of gauze with instructions to place it over the wound after she cleared the material away.  

He tried to ignore the way Juno curled around his fist when he reapplied his weight.  Tried to ignore the stuttering gasps by covering them with sweet nothings and gentle assurances.

It was Vespa cursing that dragged Nureyev back to Juno’s condition.  Laying exposed under the harsh lights of the medical bay, he could see the fresh blottings of purple and black discoloration Juno’s skin.  Clear evidence of internal bleeding.

His lady had been bleeding out on the inside and Nureyev had almost let him.  

“God dammit!  I’m your doctor, you got a problem, see me ASAP!” Vespa exploded shooting Nureyev a look he was sure could be classified as a dangerous radical.  

“That-that wasn’t there last night-” he swallowed past the lump in his throat.

“Last night?  He’s been bleeding out since last night and you didn’t think to call me?”

Nureyev bit back his retort.  There was nothing he could say that wouldn’t make the situation worse.  The fact of the matter was Vespa was right, and he said as much.

She seemed to deflate a little, her shout dropping more to a gruff growl as she said “Next time, come to me, got it?”

Next time- Perish the thought.

“Understood.”  

Shortly after that, Vespa cast him out.  Leaving him trembling and weak on the wrong side of a door that held Juno Steel.  

He pressed his back against the wall, trying to regain control of his breath.  In through the nose, out through the mouth, in through the nose, out through the mouth, in through the nose-  but the words ‘Too late’ continued to bounce around his skull, refusing to be confined.

Juno had done it again.  Risk his life, at the very least his health, for the possibility of doing some good.  This time it was a step towards the cure mother prime. A noble venture to be sure but- for some reason, the fact it was a noble pursuit hurt so much more.

Nureyev had admired the moral outrage that played on his face at Zolitovna’s soiree, invoking the familiar electric spark of their first meeting.  But now- it scared him. It had the possibility of being Juno’s making or his undoing. We are not legends -

One thing Nureyev had retained from their little chat was that Juno seemed to have regretted leaving almost as much as Nureyev had-  If Nureyev had gotten his second chance with Juno, he wanted to, had to take it. In truth, he’d been doomed the moment Juno had been accepted onto the team.  

Too late-

He refused to accept that.  The universe couldn’t be that cruel.  

“How is he Pete?”

Nureyev nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Captain!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No I just-” he cleared his throat, desperately trying and failing to pull on the facade of Peter Ransom “Apologies Captain.  I was surprised. Juno-” his voice broke and he tried again “Juno is in surgery.”    

“Surgery.  I didn’t know he was hurt.”

Relevant information surfaced through the muddy waters of his brain “Old injuries were aggravated.  Seems the detective got into some trouble before joining the crew.” guilt leaded his chest, restricting his lungs “I should have brought him straight to Vespa.  I should have known-” he made to run his hands through his hair and paused at the sight of red.  

Blood, Juno’s blood on his hands- again.  Why did this always seem to happen? Sure, Juno’s scars were part of his charm but, he shouldn't’ have to bear so many-  “Oh my, what a mess.”

“Pete-” he startled again which only made Buddy’s voice go all the softer “Why don’t you sit down.” she graciously offered the chair next to her.  Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered that the chairs had not been there earlier, which meant she must have brought them from the kitchen.  

Nureyev complied, because of course he did.  One simply did not say no to Buddy Auranko. He padded over on unsteady legs and perched at the edge of the seat.

Buddy gave him an appraising look “I take it Juno is more than a reference to you.”  

“Pardon?”

“Juno.  You two seem to have grown closer in the few hours since the heist.  Quite different from your earlier antics.”

“Oh, I-” He cast around for an answer, something that would satisfy Buddy.  The evening's events still had him reeling. “It’s- complicated. Suffice to say, we left on questionable terms.  It’s what we were discussing last night-”

“I see.”

They lapsed into an uneasy silence.  Buddy didn’t push and he was grateful for that.  He felt as though she could filay him open and lay all his secrets bare if she desired too.  It was unsettling, to say the least. He would have to watch himself around her.  

It was hard to not think about why it was taking Vespa so long to patch up Juno.  By all accounts, Vespa was skilled in medicine. Her specialty was reserved for the field, but that should make her all the more brutally efficient.  Nureyev’s hands were still trembling- traitorous things. He clenched his fists so that the nails dug into his palms and the lichtenberg scars stood out against his wrists.  

Buddy gave his shoulder a squeeze.  “My word Pete, you’re freezing. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and we’ll see what we can do to get you warm.”

Fear shot through him at the thought of leaving, he didn’t have a chance to file it away.  What if something happened to Juno when he was gone? What if he needed something? What if Juno woke up, alone or- What if it had been too late and Juno left all over again?  A protest sprang from his lips before he could stop it.  

Buddy’s face was painfully understanding, despite his outburst.  “I’ll stay right here until you return.”

Again, one simply did not say no to Buddy Auranko-  So he made his leave, bare feet numb against the metal floor.  Then he remembered his coms and the name he didn’t call.  

“Captain,” he said “Rita, has anyone informed her about-” his hands fluttered through the air “the situation?”

“Jet has already taken care of that darling.”

He nodded, that was- good.  

Buddy had been right to ask him to wash up, he was covered in blood and Juno with his delicate sensibilities, would not take kindly to the sight.  Once alone, he tried to close off his mind and focus on the task at hand. Bussing his thoughts with as many details as he could absorb. After showering and trading sleepwear for more formal attire he was marginally more presentable, more able to wield the mask of Peter Ransom.  

Buddy was still there, her coms playing mood music as she thumbed through its contents.  She greeted him with a nod when he returned.

The rest of the time passed in a blur.  At some point, a mug of coffee was pressed into his hands, a blanket draped over his shoulders.  He’d flashed someone a smile of thanks, but couldn’t remember who-

When at long last Vespa emerged from the medbay, she greeted them with a “The moron’s awake, kind a.” She shot Nureyev a look “If you have to, you can see him.  But he’s pretty messed up, so don’t be surprised if he passes out again.”

Nureyev took the words like a stun shot to the chest.  

Juno was awake.

He offered Vespa some sort of pleasantry before rushing into the room.

Sure enough, Juno was awake and looking about bleary eyed with deep lines of exhaustion carved into his face.  But he was awake and alive and in front of Nureyev. By the stars, he missed that face.  

It was the most wonderful thing that he could have hoped for.  

“Hello Juno.” Nureyev smiled taking his place next to the detective.  “I think it’s time you and I have a little chat.”

[crystu-cii]

Y E AH LIKE HELLO I NEED TO BREATH E

XDD YESSS-- YEAH FOR FREE-- we weren't even gonna GET a pet in japan but they found a post about her and were like "...okay fine" and she is so sweet 💕💞❤️💖💞💕💞 oms XDD mood-- oh so what you're saying is you should get a dog with the same color hair as you so you can't tell the difference? XD you'd have no problem with a little extra shed fur-- w h e eze true some people hate loud animals-- I don't, but I do have sensitive ears, which I.. did not take into account when getting a pet ;w;; good luck with getting a pet in the future!!! Again.. I recommend doggos--

XDDD it is SO TASTY-- it's got sweet potato mashed and mixed with brown sugar, with more brown sugar and pecans over the top, then marshmallows on top of those :3c

WOWWW HOW-- THAT'S INSANEEEE-- DAMN THAT'S SOME ROTTEN LUCK-- yeah school budgets? What's that XD yeesh tho that's some awful luck crys-

It is SO AWESOME-- But cRYsSssSSs Portal 2 has a co-op mode!!! And the puzzles aren't too hard-- you even have an in-game polite guide!!! Also I saw a thing today saying "so we obviously can't please EVERYone with a game but I gotta tell you I ain't ever seen a mfer complain about Portal!" WHICH IS SO TRUE LIKE EVERYONE LOVES PORTAL--

Yesss!!!! YEAAAA GLADOS SAYS TRANS AND ENBY PEOPLE ROCK AND ARE VALID!!!!!! I'd like you to know, when I initially discovered it, I had been trying to fall asleep and Couldn't so my mind was wandering, and I was like "....is there a Glados says trans rights thing on the internet?" and I was gonna do it in the morning but I couldn't sleep anyways so I just. Looked it up. At like 2am. Because it was That Important that I couldn't sleep until I looked it up(and then I fell asleep pretty fast, so.. hm--) XDDD

YEAH like wHERE ARE YALL-- XDD

Wellllll what are we supposed to do? Just move it to our dms? gestures vaguely to the length of theses posts You think discord can handle this?? It couldn't even handle me rambling about the cores with it's cowardly 2k character limit! /lh

aawhhh 😭💞💞💕💞💞

and PFTT that would be a lot more chaotic XDD literally right after i vaccum my floor in my room there many strands back on the floor anyway- gosh i have no clue whats up with my hair ;0;; and yeahh- my friend who used to be my neighbor had birds and they would ALWAYS make sound and im like "oh man-" xDD and the BIRDS WERENT EVEN FRIENDLY like- i was there when they first got the birds arrived to them and i was expecting the birbs to be nice but they legit repel from human contact- whenever i would stick my finger in the cage they would hang on the the opposite side of the cage xD so far i imagine they just let them live and dont interact with them at all- doesnt really sound fun to be honest ;w;;

and OOOO MAN that sounds so awesome :0 ooO i should also say how my dinner went yesterday, since it was kinda our belated thanksgiving- we got take out from a chinese restaurant! might sound a little sad that we didnt cook anything- but take out is a very common thing in our family xD and i FINALLY GOT MY CHEESECAKE I DESIRED YAAAAASSSS- and my bro also got cookies! (they were from a high quality place as well) and one of the flavors was pumpkin pie (the cookie even looked like a pie!) and i was happy cause that shall replace the actual pumpkin pie i also wanted xD and it was GOOD?? LIKE MOM- PUMPKIN PIE ISNT BAD xD so that was my night!

and LEGITTTT LIKE- oh my god i can LITERALLY go on and on about how horrible that year was from my previous year- and THEN THERES COVID TO TOP IT ALLLL OFF UGHHHHWUFOAJ

and WHHH IT DOES?? I thought that was a seperate game :OO and oHHH that sounds cool! and BAHHA- fACTSSS xDD and omggg i feel that- i would always search up random things of a fandom and see if they exist or not XDD IM SO GLAD A "TRANS RIGHTS" GLADOS EXISTS XDD i also actually do have a Portal instagram folder where i save portal related posts- OKAY AT THE MOMENT I AM WRITING THIS SENTENCE i looked back wt the folder (its the last one out of all my folders because i havent saved any posts in it for a LONG time) and there arent many posts as there are with my other franchise folders- BUT LITERALLY (ALMOST) ALL THE POSTS ARE WHEATLEY AND IM LIKE PFPFNTKAHFIANJD there were also some chell x human!wheatley there because the way people drew those two were in a very cute art style so i liked it- i hope me liking the ship doesnt sound too weird though- xD ;w;; bUt THATS my experience of being in the portal fandom(?) XDD

and oh yeaH YOURE RIGHT- i keep forgetting that discord has a character limit but at the same time it always gets me- whenever im trying to show my friends a fanfic i wrote discord is all like "IMMA STOP YOU RIGHT THERE" and its shitty- my friends dont even comment on my fanfics anyway- xDD

[ao3feed-klance]

we thought we knew (we know nothing)

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Calenx

by azurehyn

When Lance was nine his people became the unwilling participants in a war they didn't ask for (they could have gone about the rejection a bit more tactfully, though).

When he was eleven he watched his cousin get ritually slaughtered and magically drained.

When he was thirteen he started his training two years early in hopes of getting strong enough to protect his family.

When he was fifteen, his older brother was killed.

When he was seventeen, he enrolled in the Galaxy Garrison, hoping to fade out of the minds of those who put him on a pedestal, and live a normal life. Piloting a giant sentient robotic lion into space and winding up in another war against a ten thousand year old sourpuss purple rat face who doesn't know how to chill wasn't really part of the plan, but...here he is anyways. So far from home that he legitimately cannot even picture the distance in his mind.

And that is not a good thing. At all.

Especially when he kinda sorta needs to be at least on the same planet as his sister if he wants to remain in control of powers he has been struggling to understand his whole life. But at least he's got the team, right? At least he's got Keith to tease endlessly, right?

Right?

Words: 231, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), OC - Allie, Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Lance's Siblings (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance/Keith (Voltron), mentions of Shallura, OC/Lotor

Additional Tags: Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Cuban Lance (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Lance (Voltron)-centric, Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Hurt Lance (Voltron), Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Lance has a twin, basically lots of AUs mashed into canon divergence, Creation, Destruction, Reincarnation, not the way you think tho, Lotor is a good guy, good guy!Lotor, fight me on this, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, lots of alienc OCs, lots of OCs basically - Freeform, characters with names that sound like antibiotics, Witches, Warlocks, Demons, Hybrids, Wtf am I doing, is anyone even gonna read this, so many tags oml, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Smut, BAMF Lance (Voltron), BAMF Keith (Voltron), BAMF oc, imma finish this before i post this, Eventual Smut, Eventual Keith/Lance (Voltron), Protective Lance (Voltron), Protective Keith (Voltron), Shiro is legitimately done, let shiro sleep, Gender-Neutral Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Nonbinary Pidge | Katie Holt, shit i should stop with the tags now, Minor Character(s), Alternate Realities, Human Alteans, title can be interpreted both ways you read it, Species Genocide, Civil War, this sounds more complicated than it'll be, OP character who doesn't. talk., This will be dark, gets worse before better, there's a happy ending i swear, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, scary tags sound scary, art is so welcome, Homesick Lance (Voltron), Bilingual Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Has ADHD, Near Death Experiences, Blood and Injury, Blood Magic

read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Calenx

[ao3-shallura2]

we thought we knew (we know nothing)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Calenx

by azurehyn

When Lance was nine his people became the unwilling participants in a war they didn't ask for (they could have gone about the rejection a bit more tactfully, though).

When he was eleven he watched his cousin get ritually slaughtered and magically drained.

When he was thirteen he started his training two years early in hopes of getting strong enough to protect his family.

When he was fifteen, his older brother was killed.

When he was seventeen, he enrolled in the Galaxy Garrison, hoping to fade out of the minds of those who put him on a pedestal, and live a normal life. Piloting a giant sentient robotic lion into space and winding up in another war against a ten thousand year old sourpuss purple rat face who doesn't know how to chill wasn't really part of the plan, but...here he is anyways. So far from home that he legitimately cannot even picture the distance in his mind.

And that is not a good thing. At all.

Especially when he kinda sorta needs to be at least on the same planet as his sister if he wants to remain in control of powers he has been struggling to understand his whole life. But at least he's got the team, right? At least he's got Keith to tease endlessly, right?

Right?

Words: 231, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), OC - Allie, Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Lance's Siblings (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance/Keith (Voltron), mentions of Shallura, OC/Lotor

Additional Tags: Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Cuban Lance (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Lance (Voltron)-centric, Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Hurt Lance (Voltron), Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Lance has a twin, basically lots of AUs mashed into canon divergence, Creation, Destruction, Reincarnation, not the way you think tho, Lotor is a good guy, good guy!Lotor, fight me on this, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, lots of alienc OCs, lots of OCs basically - Freeform, characters with names that sound like antibiotics, Witches, Warlocks, Demons, Hybrids, Wtf am I doing, is anyone even gonna read this, so many tags oml, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Smut, BAMF Lance (Voltron), BAMF Keith (Voltron), BAMF oc, imma finish this before i post this, Eventual Smut, Eventual Keith/Lance (Voltron), Protective Lance (Voltron), Protective Keith (Voltron), Shiro is legitimately done, let shiro sleep, Gender-Neutral Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Nonbinary Pidge | Katie Holt, shit i should stop with the tags now, Minor Character(s), Alternate Realities, Human Alteans, title can be interpreted both ways you read it, Species Genocide, Civil War, this sounds more complicated than it'll be, OP character who doesn't. talk., This will be dark, gets worse before better, there's a happy ending i swear, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, scary tags sound scary, art is so welcome, Homesick Lance (Voltron), Bilingual Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Has ADHD, Near Death Experiences, Blood and Injury, Blood Magic

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Calenx

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

we thought we knew (we know nothing)

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Calenx

by azurehyn

When Lance was nine his people became the unwilling participants in a war they didn't ask for (they could have gone about the rejection a bit more tactfully, though).

When he was eleven he watched his cousin get ritually slaughtered and magically drained.

When he was thirteen he started his training two years early in hopes of getting strong enough to protect his family.

When he was fifteen, his older brother was killed.

When he was seventeen, he enrolled in the Galaxy Garrison, hoping to fade out of the minds of those who put him on a pedestal, and live a normal life. Piloting a giant sentient robotic lion into space and winding up in another war against a ten thousand year old sourpuss purple rat face who doesn't know how to chill wasn't really part of the plan, but...here he is anyways. So far from home that he legitimately cannot even picture the distance in his mind.

And that is not a good thing. At all.

Especially when he kinda sorta needs to be at least on the same planet as his sister if he wants to remain in control of powers he has been struggling to understand his whole life. But at least he's got the team, right? At least he's got Keith to tease endlessly, right?

Right?

Words: 231, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), OC - Allie, Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Lance's Siblings (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance/Keith (Voltron), mentions of Shallura, OC/Lotor

Additional Tags: Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Cuban Lance (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Lance (Voltron)-centric, Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Hurt Lance (Voltron), Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Lance has a twin, basically lots of AUs mashed into canon divergence, Creation, Destruction, Reincarnation, not the way you think tho, Lotor is a good guy, good guy!Lotor, fight me on this, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, lots of alienc OCs, lots of OCs basically - Freeform, characters with names that sound like antibiotics, Witches, Warlocks, Demons, Hybrids, Wtf am I doing, is anyone even gonna read this, so many tags oml, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Smut, BAMF Lance (Voltron), BAMF Keith (Voltron), BAMF oc, imma finish this before i post this, Eventual Smut, Eventual Keith/Lance (Voltron), Protective Lance (Voltron), Protective Keith (Voltron), Shiro is legitimately done, let shiro sleep, Gender-Neutral Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Nonbinary Pidge | Katie Holt, shit i should stop with the tags now, Minor Character(s), Alternate Realities, Human Alteans, title can be interpreted both ways you read it, Species Genocide, Civil War, this sounds more complicated than it'll be, OP character who doesn't. talk., This will be dark, gets worse before better, there's a happy ending i swear, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, scary tags sound scary, art is so welcome, Homesick Lance (Voltron), Bilingual Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Has ADHD, Near Death Experiences, Blood and Injury, Blood Magic

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2Calenx

[ao3feed-galrakeith]

we thought we knew (we know nothing)

by azurehyn

When Lance was nine his people became the unwilling participants in a war they didn't ask for (they could have gone about the rejection a bit more tactfully, though).

When he was eleven he watched his cousin get ritually slaughtered and magically drained.

When he was thirteen he started his training two years early in hopes of getting strong enough to protect his family.

When he was fifteen, his older brother was killed.

When he was seventeen, he enrolled in the Galaxy Garrison, hoping to fade out of the minds of those who put him on a pedestal, and live a normal life. Piloting a giant sentient robotic lion into space and winding up in another war against a ten thousand year old sourpuss purple rat face who doesn't know how to chill wasn't really part of the plan, but...here he is anyways. So far from home that he legitimately cannot even picture the distance in his mind.

And that is not a good thing. At all.

Especially when he kinda sorta needs to be at least on the same planet as his sister if he wants to remain in control of powers he has been struggling to understand his whole life. But at least he's got the team, right? At least he's got Keith to tease endlessly, right?

Right?

Words: 231, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), OC - Allie, Shiro (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron), Lotor (Voltron), Lance's Family (Voltron), Lance's Siblings (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron), Lance/Keith (Voltron), mentions of Shallura, OC/Lotor

Additional Tags: Bisexual Lance (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Gay Keith (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Cuban Lance (Voltron), Pining Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) is a Mess, Insecure Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron) is Bad at Feelings, Lance (Voltron) Angst, Lance (Voltron)-centric, Hunk & Lance (Voltron) Friendship, Space Dad Shiro (Voltron), Hurt Lance (Voltron), Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Lance has a twin, basically lots of AUs mashed into canon divergence, Creation, Destruction, Reincarnation, not the way you think tho, Lotor is a good guy, good guy!Lotor, fight me on this, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, lots of alienc OCs, lots of OCs basically - Freeform, characters with names that sound like antibiotics, Witches, Warlocks, Demons, Hybrids, Wtf am I doing, is anyone even gonna read this, so many tags oml, Implied/Referenced Torture, Psychological Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Smut, BAMF Lance (Voltron), BAMF Keith (Voltron), BAMF oc, imma finish this before i post this, Eventual Smut, Eventual Keith/Lance (Voltron), Protective Lance (Voltron), Protective Keith (Voltron), Shiro is legitimately done, let shiro sleep, Gender-Neutral Pronouns for Pidge | Katie Holt, Nonbinary Pidge | Katie Holt, shit i should stop with the tags now, Minor Character(s), Alternate Realities, Human Alteans, title can be interpreted both ways you read it, Species Genocide, Civil War, this sounds more complicated than it'll be, OP character who doesn't. talk., This will be dark, gets worse before better, there's a happy ending i swear, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, scary tags sound scary, art is so welcome, Homesick Lance (Voltron), Bilingual Lance (Voltron), Lance (Voltron) Has ADHD, Near Death Experiences, Blood and Injury, Blood Magic

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[rururux]

Tagged by @dee—eer!

1. Why did you choose your URL?

It’s actually a mash of my name (I have a “x” in my name) and I am very attached to a part of it so mix them together I get rux! Then the number is just because they are my favorite number (which maybe because there’s my birthday numbers but I say that I quite like numbers and 36 is such a cool number because it’s a square number and is divisible by 3, 4, 6, 9, and 12) Why did I include them in the first place? Well “rux” was too short so I added my favorite numbers haha

2. Any side blogs?

You are on it right now! This side blog is for all my personal rambling and reblogs of stuff I like that isn’t fandom related. The main is currently for dcmk and my art, tho I’ve been getting into Arknights as a fandom recently so maybe it is subject to change

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I made this account around November last year for DCMK secret santa but have lurk around for…3-4 years (I used to bookmark all the accounts that I follow and visit like every fortnight lmao)

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Used to for main but no more. For side on the other hand, there’s a lot.

5. What did you originally start this blog for?

I wanted to join some events (DCMK secret santa - I’m looking at you) so I made a Tumblr. Didn’t expect to be very much into

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

(MAIN) Because it’s him. I just love him. Whenever I see him I just hype myself so much with the image I have of him in my head and canon that I always smile. And that is imo one of my best drawings - I aspire to reach that state again

(SIDE aka current) She's one of my favorite character in Arknights. And that's my fanart of her hehe. The top spot belongs to Thorns tho now even if I don't have him yet.

I just don't feel comfortable using pfp that aren't made by me because I'm scared I'm going to get sued or smth

7. Why did you choose your header?

(MAIN) I really really like the texture. Currently using medibang and texture just isn’t the same, so I used that. Something warm colour would also be nice.

(SIDE) I think this is from... one of the conan OPs - the skylight? Well it's more for being matchy matchy colours and mood with the pfp hehe

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

? How do I check that? Is there something to do this automatically?

… Imma just go through it manually (I don’t have much anyways haha)

So it turns out to be this one with some angst. I do plan to make a sequel to it (one happy end and sad end) but we shall see.

There’s one that’s catching up tho which is the colour palette KID

9. How many followers do you have?

Currently 67 ( :3c - so close to 69! )

10. How many blogs do you follow?

107 hehe

11. Have you ever made a shit post?

What constitute as a shit post?

… here’s a drawing tho

12. How often do you use tumblr every day?

Used to be every other day or lesser? But after going offline from Twitter for some time, I find it hard to get back into it because it can be cluttering - still on there tho sometimes haha. But Tumblr became default. Now everyday but not that long.

13. Have you ever had a fight with another blog?

No. That’s scary.

14. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

I really don’t like them - I get super nervous seeing them that I just get off the platform. Unless It’s something I agree with and is important.

Dee my gosh I am so scared of those reblog or cursed posts ahhhhhhh pls no pls no

15. Opinion on tag games?

YES

I mean I love them - it’s fun

16. Opinion on ask games?

I like them as well - it’s funnnnn

I'm either oversharing or have no idea how to respond

17. Which of your mutuals is more tumblr famous?

Tumblr famous? You want me to name? That’s harddddd

I guess they all famous

18. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

No I don’t. But lots of respect and admiration for them tho.

Thank you for tagging me!

I tag… @justiceraffles @chiikichai @kimmy-kururugi and anyone who wants to hop in!

[furrynewsfnn]

Urgent Bulletin - Special Fox Furry in Need

There is a furry located within Florida who is in need of some fur love. Currently, he’s living within a tent in the woods and claims that medical conditions are about to take his life, but refuses to seek medical treatment or help.

Currently his family is searching for him to help him out, but they do not know of his location and he apparently is moving his campsite nightly to avoid the park rangers in addition to anyone attempting to provide support.

While possible to be a hoax, it’s the duty of an organization like FenNN to do the right thing and bring this to the attention of the furry fandom at large in order for those in FL to be aware and if you’re in a position to help, do the right thing and extend that help.

Update 7/5

A local FL furry by the name of Ripner has confirmed that he is currently supporting “Duxfox” or “Dux” which is his actual real furry name. It appears that he is really living alone in the woods and that the local furry community is making regular weekly trips to supply food.

So there is a 36 year old male in the woods right now, complaining of various medical emergencies and lamenting the fact that any night they could die from them, refusing to seek any medical assistance.

Ripner claims that Dux doesn’t have a job as scientologists took over his place of employment but in the below logs you can see that Dux has claimed that it was his parents calling his place of employment. Additionally, he’s changed his name on Telegram, deleted his account and was telling even different stories to other chats.

So the question is is there a real emergency and is he in danger like he claims to which we have Ripner confirming that his situation is dire, but that he is in more danger exposing himself to his abusive parents.

We also know foxs has a near constant access to electricity and that he’s now within the Orlando area, like within Ocala National Park.

Even more deep, can we trust Ripner isn’t causing Fox’s problem? Is Ripner being exploited? This is deep and we’re going to continue finding out the truth of this very scary situation for the fandom.

Update 7/4

Happy 4th of July!

It looks like his furry name is “Duxfox” and is part of the bathroom scene.

Here are some logs of him. Those who interacted with Duxfox allege that he did the same thing he’s doing now on Special Foxy.

Logs:

Additional Logs:

Deleted Account, [10.12.16 16:27] [In reply to Longbottle] there are stable furries and some volatile ones. To me, it's a mixed bag having met many furs. Deleted Account, [10.12.16 16:30] passive-aggression is a highly travelled mode in this sub culture in my experiences! Deleted Account, [10.12.16 16:32] Most furries don't have the whole bag of support I guess is what I'm trying to say... Deleted Account, [11.12.16 02:36] [In reply to unci 🐾 narynin] heya! I'm 34! :D Deleted Account, [11.12.16 02:36] er, sorry, just turned 35! Deleted Account, [12.12.16 13:25] there ya go! :3 Deleted Account, [12.12.16 13:25] i have a place to live and my health and a great roomie and i'm looking for work so life is nominal for now Deleted Account, [12.12.16 13:25] better when i get back to work again! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 11:17] i didn't get active until about 1997 Malcolm the Bear, [13.12.16 13:11] [In reply to Deleted Account] That's around the time I discovered the fandom.  Didn't get active until 2003. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 13:12] [In reply to Malcolm the Bear] i was really afraid to meet furries for the first couple of years. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 13:12] the first furry i met was sibe in 2000. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 13:13] i avoided the furry fandom for a couple of years after that. he was a psycho. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 13:13] then i found cool furries in like 2005+! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 16:53] bark, bark, bark of the ruffles!~ woof as he can be! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 17:03] [In reply to Lion ⚣🇺🇸] not me. and i have played dux fox since 2008. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 17:05] i use the internet lightly Deleted Account, [13.12.16 17:07] i know how 1s and 0s work though... i'm just saying... imma hacker fox! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 17:09] *types in code and mashes his paws all over the keyboard* yess... yes! i have hacked lion and can now see him naked. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:34] hi dolphin! Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:34] one of you saved my life once Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:34] i was caught in a riptide and pulled out to sea. the beach was very distant Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:34] i was probalby going to drown and something was pushing at my feet Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] i'm crying hysterically Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] the dolphin is under me trying to keep me afloat Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] and then i held onto his top fin and he pulled me back to shore. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] no joke. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 22:35] a dolphin literally saved my life. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 23:05] did you know that every grain of sand on miami's beaches was placed there by a person? all the beaches are eroding. Longbottle, [13.12.16 23:06] Clearwater is like that too Deleted Account, [13.12.16 23:06] i have heard, and i just lived there for 3 months Longbottle, [13.12.16 23:08] Why did you leave? Clearwater is awesome. Deleted Account, [13.12.16 23:09] company didn't want me. come to find out it was run by scientologists Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:11] *busts a huge fart* sorry :v Wolfric the Pipe Wolf 🌑, [17.12.16 12:12] Really?  <_< Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:12] i really farted :V Wolfric the Pipe Wolf 🌑, [17.12.16 12:12] Congratulations.  Was it really necessary to announce it? Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:16] grossfox :D Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:18] i'm not looking to impress anyone~ Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:18] well sorry that i fart. i guess you'll have to cross me off your list of potential mates, malcolm :P Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:19] no farting foxes! Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:19] I'm already engaged to Wolfric. Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:19] We've been mated for over 8 years. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:19] cool well all the more reason to be on a hookup chat. Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:20] [In reply to Deleted Account] This isn't a hook-up chatroom.  This is just a place for older Furries to hang out. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:21] well whatever, you're judgemental on something i have no control over :P Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:22] i guess i could save up all my farts and wait until i'm around you :v Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:22] You control whether or not you announce it in here. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:23] why does it bother you so much? Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] okay so... Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] i just farted... Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] its not a fetish Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] you both turned it into something when it was nothing :3 Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] furries suck :( Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:27] [In reply to Bormac Dragon] you turned it into a fetish when it was just a fart. i don't think you need to type anymore. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] furries are trashy, but they don't fart. ever. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] because if you farted, that would be their fetish. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] *makes notes* Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] how dare you fart around furries Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] what are you trying to turn them on??? Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:28] looking at gratuitous porn is just how furries say hello Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] if you really want to get sexual and turn up their blush, start farting. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] porn doesn't phase furries Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] but farting... look out! :O Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] *gigglefits!!!*❤️ Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:29] its too easy. way too easy ❤️ Bormac Dragon, [17.12.16 12:29] Talk about turning something from nothing. Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:30] hey don't worry about it Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:30] i pretty much don't need this from trashy anyone Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:30] its yalls fetish, not mine Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] 40 people above the age of 30 Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] and 150 people in the farting fetish furs room Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] i guess it really is a fetish. hrmf Malcolm the Bear, [17.12.16 12:31] I wish blocking a user prevented you from seeing their posts in chatrooms as well... Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] agreed Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] totally agreed! Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] which is why i can't stand furries anymore :\ Deleted Account, [17.12.16 12:31] the annoying shitbreath troll is everywhere in this group now.

~ FenNN News Desk