#My yellow lab was like the Husky

[the-best-bagel]

free roaming outdoor dogs a la cats are not a good idea and are just asking for injuries and conflict but unfortunately i've only ever had great experiences growing up in a neighborhood with a handful of those dogs and i miss themmmmm

[luke-hughes43]

freshman year monday questions | luke and melissa

mel's answers for the umich hockey monday questions on tiktok and her reaction to luke's answers bc she's naturally with him when he answers. with some interactions with the boys too.

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*21-22 season (in reverse order)*

who would you call in the case of an emergency?

her answer: luke. or beecher.

luke's answer: definitely grano.

her reaction to luke's answer: wow? grano? not even your own girlfriend but granowicz? dang.

admin hearing mel say from the locker room: grano, what did you do to get luke to say he'd call you in an emergency instead of me? i'm his girlfriend for christ's sake?

grano: maybe his rationale is that you'd be with him, so that's why he'd call me?

mel: it's luke we're talking about. he doesn't even know what that means. tell my boyfriend he needs to call me in emergencies.

grano and the rest of the team sits in silence not knowing what to say and not getting involved in that.

if you were a kitchen appliance, what would you be?

her answer: coffee maker. need that stuff like crazy.

ethan saying that luke is a butter knife because he's soft.

luke's answer: *in the background* i'd be a machete

her reaction to luke's answer: luke, why is there a machete in your kitchen?

luke: eddy called me soft so it just came out.

mel: i mean you are soft. at least with me.

luke: you're my girlfriend, of course i'm soft with you.

mel: that's sweet babe. your just proving my point though.

admin: awwwww.

what is the funniest or best memory of the season?

her answer: god, i don't even know. probably luke falling on his back during a snowstorm. me and dylan were laughing hysterically at it. (i did steal this from dylan's actual answer lol)

luke's answer: *unknown*

her reaction to luke's answer: what did luke say?

admin: he didn't answer

mel: loser

doors or wheels?

her answer: doors.

luke's answer: *unknown*

her reaction to luke's answer: if luke said anything other than doors, he's wrong.

if you were a dog breed, what would you be?

her answer: i don't know. maybe like a yellow lab? ask luke, he'd probably give you a better answer.

luke's answer: husky or german shepherd.

her reaction to luke's answer: do i wanna know what he said?

admin: if we're being honest, we don't actually know. he was arguing with phil and matty about it.

mel: *sighs* of course he was.

admin: but he said husky or german shepherd but bordy said he'd be a galgo. we genuinely don't know what the actual answer is for luke. because they also called him a naked cat.

mel: well, i'd say he's a german shepherd. who called him a naked cat?

admin: ethan and phil.

mel: figures. i'm not even mad. he does give naked cat vibes sometimes, but i can't officially say that. he's a german shepherd for sure.

what's your hidden talent?

her answer: if being a multi-sport is a talent than that. other than that, i don't know.

luke's answer: you can ask um, truscott for my hidden talent.

her reaction to luke's answer: when it comes to luke and truscott, you don't wanna know.

if you could play one other sport, what sport would you play?

her answer: i mean come on, i'm on the softball team so we're going with that.

luke's answer: *unknown*

her reaction to luke's answer: *eye roll* he needs to start answering the questions.

admin: he was with jay when jay answered. and jay trolled him by saying he wouldn't pick luke for beach volleyball.

mel: good for jay. *mel goes into the locker room and the camera picks up her saying* jay, i love you bro. thank you for trolling luke.

jay: anytime moynihan.

what's your idea of a perfect date?

her answer: i don't know. probably just like dinner and a movie.

luke's answer: it would be like taking me to a lakers game. or a knicks game.

her reaction to luke's answer: absolutely not. i MIGHT take you to a celtics game, maybe.

luke: what? why?

mel: because i'm from boston and the celtics are the only basketball team that i watch.

luke: could it be when the lakers or knicks play the celtics?

mel: maybe.

who do you think will win the superbowl?

her answer: i don't care. it's not the patriots so whoever wins, wins.

luke's answer: joey franchise and the bengals are gonna win.

her reaction to luke's answer: *laughs* this is one of the few times that i don't claim him. why did he have to say it like that?

who has the coolest or weirdest tape job?

her answer: i don't know, probably owen.

luke's answer: *unknown*

her reaction to luke's answer: luke better not have said me.

admin: he didn't answer. but we think your's is great.

mel: thank you.

what is your favorite coach pearson saying?

her answer: nothing more, nothing less, just your best.

luke's answer: *unknown*

her reaction to luke's answer: i promise i'm working on getting him to answer.

who has the weirdest pregame ritual?

her answer: so i have 4 pregame rituals. 1 is that i always have to get taped with the same color tape on my shoulder, i always drink 2 red bulls before puck drop, i always re-tape all of my game sticks, and i always have to get dressed left to right. but the weirdest is nolan moyle. he's just an odd guy.

luke's answer: *unknown*

her reaction to luke's answer: he doesn't do anything crazy. he just needs his nap or he gets grumpy

what new year's resolution would you make for your teammate?

her answer: for all of the guys to use indoor voices and clean up after themselves.

luke's answer: dylan duke, and to clean around more.

her reaction to luke's answer: he's not wrong. but he's not mr clean either. honestly all of them are bad.

who will have the most points at world juniors?

her answer: probably matty beniers. i refuse to say kent johnson but i'm thinking matty.

luke's answer: *unknown*

johnny beecher's answer: i'm gonna go with bordeleau having the most points at world juniors and a usa repeat. but also mel moynihan leading the defensemen in points and penalties.

mel's response: he probably not wrong about the penalty minutes but i'm still offended. *walks down towards the locker room* beecher, i know where you live. stop making me look so aggressive

what's your favorite holiday tradition?

her answer: just decorating with my family. it's like one time a year that we are all together so it's nice to just be with them.

if you could have any superpower, what would it be?

her answer: i want the ability to be in two places at once without getting tired. these two a day practices on top of classes and homework is exhausting sometimes.

luke's answer: running really fast

her reaction to luke's answer: that's because he can't beat me on foot. he can beat me on skates but has yet to do it off ice.

is a hotdog a sandwich?

her answer: no

luke's answer: *unknown*

her reaction to luke's answer: his answer is irrelevant, a hotdog is not a sandwich.

what is your guilty pleasure song?

her answer: more than my hometown by morgan wallen

luke's answer: *unknown*

her reaction to luke's answer: if luke answered i'd embarrass him with it but since he didn't. i wont.

if you were stranded on an island, which teammate would you want to be with?

her answer: luke hughes. but i feel like that's obvious, if i can't bring luke then i'd bring mark.

luke's answer: mel. or mark.

her reaction to luke's answer: so he said the same thing as me. that's nice. *yells to mark* hey marky, looks like your stuck with me and luke on an abandoned island.

mark: *yells back* i'll take you but not luke. i'm not 3rd wheeling on an abandoned island, no thank you.

what is your spirit animal?

her answer: i don't even know. orange cat.

luke's answer: cheetah

her reaction to luke's answer: absolutely not.

who would play you in a movie?

her answer: uhhh i don't know. *yells to luke* hey babe, who would play me in a movie?

luke yells back: i don't know. angelina jolie?

mel: *yells to luke* thank you! *says to the camera* angelina jolie, because luke said so.

luke's answer: brad pitt.

her reaction to luke's answer: i can be on board with that. especially because they were married for a while. it's not important that they are no longer together.

[sillyromance]

Hay I'm not having the best day

May I request some soft comfort vore with transformers prime breakdown please I can understand if not. :)

Good day, dear anonymous!

Of course! Here you go - and I hope it'll be better for you soon!

P.S: I wanted to finish this story today since you were feeling sad... So I didn't really had the time to check it properly. I really hope there are no bad mistakes - and that you'll forgive me if there are... Good luck and take care!

The way to sort out problems.

- ... And then I threw him over the wall.

- Primus!.. I almost regret I haven't seen all o' that. You should definitely take me with you next time.

Breakdown and Knockout were going down the corridor, chatting. That time the medic had to stay on board to complete a specific task, so his big blue friend went on a mission alone and spent outside all day. Catching their loud laughter shaking the ship, you smiled, but very soon your eyebrows frowned again, your head titling down. The carmin mech wasn't the only one who missed the bulky decepticon.

That day wasn't the greatest. Everything seemed sucks, and without your friend it was even worse since there was no one who could cheer you up with their clumsy jokes. Surprisingly, you had grown fond of Breakdown quite fast. The first time you saw him you thought you wouldn't get out alive, and now... You learnt he was the best pal anyone could ask for: caring, fun, ready to listen to you any moment. And unlike other decepticons, he was very tolerant to humans - as well as his mate Knockout. Those two protected you and made sure you had everything you needed. The medic was a bit annoying at times, especially while playing flirty, but it was bearable, moreover that your favourite decepticon was around too.

As you expected, soon your paths crossed. Breakdown waved his huge manipulator in a greeting gesture.

- Hello, Y/N. How is it going?

- Fine... - You smirked, rolling your eyes. - As always.

- Well, I wouldn't say that. - Knockout's faceplate grimaced. - At least not after watching you wonder around the decks like a ghost since the noon. Perhaps, you will throw some light on their behaviour, Breakdown. I have tried, but pharmacy seems to be helpless here!

- Shut up... - You scoffed, turning away. A one more thing that you hated about him was his disgusting habit to stick his nose in others ' businesses.

- Well, then I gotta go, Knockout, sorry. See you in the lab tomorrow!

- Sure thing, Breaky!

You trailed the skinny mech dancing away and vanishing behind the nearest wall. Bastard!

- So, what did happen?

The blue cybotronian's yellow optics were staring at you with confusion and concern; he bowed, offering you his hand. It didn't take long before you climbed on it.

- That's... Uh.. Just a bad day, you know.

- I see.

- You must be worn out. I think you should get a proper rest, not to...

- I'm not going to sleep or anything until my friend is OK. Got it? - His voice was soft and soothing, though it was possible to feel some serious notes rumbling deep inside. - Let's, head to our room. I think you might use some... Special treatment, don't you?

It would be hard not to blush.

- Well, I guess so...

Without further discussion, he put you on his shoulder and started going.

The lights went deem due to the late our. While still on the move, Breakdown told you about his adventures from the beginning, definitely trying to distract you from the bad thoughts occupying your mind. It was... Nice. Finally, your big teddy bear was here with you. His low, husky baritone appeared to be best treatment for your aching nerves to settle.

- Home, sweet home...

At privacy, at last.

Breakdown made his way straight to the berth. It was a pity to leave your cozy nest beside his neck, but a thought about the place even better where you would soon find yourself convinced you to keep your complaints unsaid. Sitting on his palm, between his thick fingers, you suddenly realised how small you actually were - it wasn't like you didn't know it before, but such situations still hit you hard. And so the more heartwarming it was for you to know that, being so gigantic, he didn't ever tried to cause you pain. And something was telling you he never would.

- Ready, Y/N?

- Yeah... - You got up and laid a quick smooch of gratitude at his red cheek. - Thank you, Breakdown.

- Don't mention it. - He smiled softly. - You would do the same being on my place.

After that his mouth opened before you, awaiting. Sighing, you ducked right into the warm, pulsing grey cavern. Now you could truly relax.

The glossa bent down to make it easier for you to get comfy inside the maw. Tingles of pleasure were wandering around your back as it was gifting you with careful, gentle licks. Dump air weighted your body with lazy drowsiness while sticky transparent saliva soaking in your clothes made you nice and slick. As it often happens before sleep, your brain unexpectedly came up with an idea that if your relatives could see you now, they would all instantly fell unconscious. And it was the first thought which finally made you giggle.

The muscles came to life, pushing you further, to the dark entrance of the pharynx. You laid limp as they affectionately hugged you, tugging you forward... Breakdown swallowed. What a nice feeling - to be dragged into a warm blanket of your friend's throat! His muscles could turn your bones into dust in no time. His dents could chop you into bloody mess back at the watering chamber above, but you was cared for, adored... loved. Every gentle contraction of the flexible metal muscles signalled about it. You was sliding down, down, down... Thumping sparkbeat was booming calmly somewhere nearby, white noise of engines was ringing in your ears...

You had been already at pure bliss as you arrived inside your friend's spacious fueltank.

- I hope the ride was good. - The mech's words reached you, distant, yet close like echo. - I'm going to recharge too. Don't hesitate to wake me if you want out.

- I think, it won't happen any time soon, big guy... - You mumbled, curling up in a ball and cuddling with glowing walls surrounding you. It was already extremely hard to not doze off, especially with those lulling, happy gurgles and groans burbling around. - Sleep tight.

- You too, Y/N...

It was the last thing you heard before falling into the peaceful world of dreams...

[sleppyhazel12]

Resident Evil as Dogs! (imo)

Leon: (more to the gray side with ears like this v-v) Goberian

Annette: (white) Silken Windhound

Wesker: (fawn) Doberman

Mia: (dapple long haired) Dachshund

Rose: Dachshund Lab mix

Krauser: (brown) Pitbull

Claire: (red) German shepherd Husky mix

Ethan: (yellow) Labrador

Chris: German Shepherd Husky mix

Rebecca: Lemon Beagle

Jill: (blue merle) Border Collie

Sherry: (white creamy, puppy :3) Silken Windhound Lab mix

Jake: (Pitbull??) Doberman mix

Ashley: Pomeranian

Ada: (black) Schipperkes

Barry: (brindle and white) American Bulldog

Luis: American water spaniel

Carlos: (black) Terra Nova

Sheva: (brindle) Africanis

William: (cream) German Shepherd

I based it more on the characters' looks, but their personalities also match in my opinion.

if you want you can make requests for other RE characters as dogs!

I took 2 weeks to finish this list :,)

[clouseplayssims]

Breeds For All Needs Update

If the GoS theme this month wasn't a sign that I needed to get back to my Breeds For All Needs project I don't know what is!

Now for those of you who DON'T know what this is - essentially I wanted to remake all of the breeds from TS1-TS4. I also linked existing pet breeds by other creators when I found ones I liked. And then I got distracted and forgot about it.

As a refresher, here's a complete list with links to those I have already completed - please note some of these breeds I -have- done but part of the project is including links to other creators so I haven't made the official post yet:

Large Dogs

Afghan Hound (TS1; TS3; TS4) Airedale Terrier (TS2; TS3; TS4) Akita (TS2; TS3; TS4) Alaskan Malamute (TS3; TS4) American Eskimo Dog (includes small version) (TS3; TS4) American Foxhound (TS2; TS3) American Staffordshire Terrier (TS2 - as AmStaff; TS3) Anatolian Shepherd Dog Australian Cattle Dog (TS2; TS3; TS4) Australian Shepherd (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Bernese Mountain Dog (TS3; TS4) Black & Tan Coonhound (TS2 - as Black & Tan; TS3; TS4) Black Mouth Cur (TS4) Black Russian Terrier (TS4) Bloodhound (TS3; TS4) Bluetick Coonhound (TS3; TS4) Border Collie (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Borzoi (TS2; TS3; TS4) Boxer (TS2; TS3; TS4) Brittany (TS2; TS3; TS4) Bull Terrier (TS2; TS4) Bull Mastiff (TS2 - as Bullmastiff; TS3; TS4 - as Bullmastiff) Canaan Dog (TS2; TS3 - as Canaan; TS4 - as Canaan) Chesapeake Bay Retriever (TS2 - as Chessie; TS3; TS4) Chow Chow (TS2 - as Chowchow; TS3; TS4) Chow-Lab Mix (TS2; TS3; TS4) Collie (TS2 - rough collie version; TS3 - rough collie version; TS4 - rough collie version) Curly Coated Retriever (TS2; TS3; TS4) Dalmatian (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Doberman Pinscher (TS2; TS3; TS4) English Foxhound (TS2; TS3; TS4) (see American Foxhound) English Setter (TS3; TS4) Foxhound (TS4) (see American Foxhound) German Shepherd (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) German Shorthaired Pointer (TS2; TS3; TS4 - as German Pointer) German Spitz* (TS4) Giant Schnauzer (TS2; TS3; TS4) Golden Retriever (TS2; TS3; TS4) Golden Doodle (TS2 - as Goldendoodle; TS3; TS4 - as Goldendoodle) Great Dane (TS2; TS3; TS4) Great Pyrenees (TS3; TS4) Greyhound (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Ibizan Hound (TS3; TS4) Icelandic Sheepdog (TS4) Irish Red and White Setter (TS3; TS4) Irish Setter (TS1 - as Setter; TS3; TS4) Irish Terrier (TS3; TS4) Irish Wolfhound (TS2; TS3; TS4) Keeshond (TS2; TS3; TS4) Kerry Blue Terrier (TS2; TS3; TS4) Labradinger (TS2; TS3) Labradoodle (TS2; TS3; TS4) Labrador Retriever (TS1; TS2 - as Black Lab, Chocolate Lab, Yellow Lab; TS4) Mastiff (TS2; TS3) Newfoundland (TS2; TS3; TS4) Norsk Elk Shepherd (TS2; TS3; TS4) Norwegian Buhund (TS4) Old English Sheepdog (TS3; TS4) Otterhound (TS3; TS4) Pharaoh Hound (TS3; TS4) Pit Bull Terrier (TS2; TS3; TS4 - as Pit Bull) Pointer (TS2; TS3; TS4) Polish Lowland Sheepdog (TS3; TS4) Poodle (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Portuguese Water Dog (TS4) Redbone Coonhound (TS2; TS3; TS4) Rhodesian Ridgeback (TS3; TS4) Rottweiler (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Saint Bernard (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Saluki (TS2) Samoyed (TS2; TS3; TS4) Shar Pei (TS1 - as Sharpei; TS4) Siberian Husky (TS1 - as Husky; TS2 - as Husky; TS3; TS4) Standard Schnauzer (TS4) Tibetan Mastiff (TS3; TS4) Vizsla (TS3; TS4) Weimaraner (TS2; TS3; TS4) Welsh Springer Spaniel (TS3; TS4) Wheaten Terrier (TS3; TS4) Whippet (TS2; TS3; TS4)

* elected to make a small breed

Small Dogs

American Cocker Spaniel (TS2 - as Spaniel; TS3 - as Cocker Spaniel; TS4 - as Cocker Spaniel) American Eskimo Dog Basenji (TS2; TS3; TS4) Beagle (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Bedlington Terrier (TS3; TS4) Bichon Frise (TS3; TS4) Black Russian Terrier (TS2; TS3) Bocker (TS2; TS3; TS4) Boston Terrier (TS2; TS3; TS4) Bull Terrier (TS1; TS3 - twice, once as Pitbull) Cairn Terrier (TS1; TS3 - as Highland Terrier) Cardigan Welsh Corgi (TS3; TS4) Cavalier King Charles Spaniel (TS3; TS4 - as King Charles Spaniel) Chihuahua (Long) (TS2) Chihuahua (Smooth) (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Cockapoo (TS4) Dachshund (TS3; TS4) English Bulldog (TS1 - as Bulldog; TS2; TS3 - as Bull Dog; TS4 - as Bulldog) English Cocker Spaniel (TS3; TS4) English Springer Spaniel (TS1; TS3 - as a large dog; TS4) English Toy Spaniel (TS3; TS4) Field Spaniel (TS3 - as a large dog; TS4) French Bulldog (TS2; TS3; TS4) Havanese (TS3; TS4) Italian Greyhound (TS2; TS3; TS4) Jack Russell Terrier (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Lhasa Apso (TS4) Maltese (TS4) Miniature Bull Terrier (TS2) Miniature Pinscher (TS3; TS4) Miniature Poodle (TS1; TS2; TS3 - as Poodle; TS4) Miniature Schnauzer (TS2; TS3; TS4) Papillon (TS3; TS4) Parson Russell Terrier (TS3 - as large dog; TS4) Pekingese (TS3; TS4) Pembroke Welsh Corgi (TS3; TS4) Pomeranian (TS3; TS4) Pug (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Puggle (TS2; TS3; TS4) Schipperke (TS2; TS3; TS4) Schnoodle (TS2; TS3; TS4) Scottish Terrier (TS1; TS3; TS4) Shetland Sheepdog (TS3; TS4) Shiba Inu (TS2; TS3; TS4) Shih Tzu (TS3; TS4) Silky Terrier (TS3; TS4) Smooth Fox Terrier (TS2; TS3; TS4) Staffordshire Bull Terrier (TS2; TS3 - as large dog; TS4) Toy Fox Terrier (TS3; TS4) Welsh Corgi (TS1) West Highland White Terrier (TS3 - as West Highland Terrier; TS4) Wire Fox Terrier (TS3; TS4) Yorkshire Terrier (TS3; TS4)

Cats

Abyssinian (TS2; TS3; TS4) American Bobtail (TS3; TS4) American Longhair (TS3; TS4) American Shorthair (TS1 - as Brown Tabby, Orange Tabby, Tortoiseshell; TS2 - as Shorthair Tabby, Tuxedo Cat; TS3 - also as Black Cat, Shorthair Tabby, Tuxedo; TS4 - also as Black Cat, Tabby, Tuxedo) American Wirehair (TS4) Balinese (TS2; TS3; TS4) Bengal (TS3; TS4) Birman (TS2; TS3; TS4) Bombay (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) British Shorthair (TS1 - as Silver Tabby British Shorthair; TS2; TS3; TS4) British Longhair (TS3; TS4) Burmese (TS2; TS3; TS4) Calico (TS1 - as Calico, Calico - Black, Calico - Red; TS2; TS3; TS4) Chatreux (TS2; TS3; TS4) Colorpoint Shorthair (TS3; TS4) Cornish Rex (TS3; TS4) Devon Rex (TS3; TS4) Egyptian Mau (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Exotic Shorthair (TS2) German Rex (TS3; TS4) Havana Brown (TS2; TS3; TS4) Himalayan (TS2; TS3; TS4) Japanese Bobtail (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Javanese (TS3; TS4) Korat (TS3; TS4) Kurilian Bobtail (TS3; TS4) La Perm (TS3; TS4) Lykoi (TS4) Maine Coon (TS1 - as Maine Coone; TS2; TS3; TS4) Manx (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Norwegian Forest (TS2; TS3; TS4) Ocicat (TS2; TS3; TS4) Oriental Shorthair (TS2; TS3; TS4) Oriental Longhair (TS4) Persian (TS1 - as Perisan, Bi-Color Persian; TS2; TS3; TS4) Ragdoll (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Russian Blue (TS2; TS3; TS4) Savannah (TS3; TS4) Scottish Fold (TS2; TS3; TS4) Siamese (TS1; TS2; TS3; TS4) Siberian (TS2; TS3; TS4) Singapura (TS2; TS3; TS4) Somali (TS3; TS4) Sphynx (TS1; TS4) Tonkinese (TS2; TS3; TS4) Turkish Angora (TS2 - as Turkish Agora; TS3; TS4) Turkish Van (TS1)

Bonus

Albino (TS1) Cheetah (TS1) Dingo (TS3; TS4) Fox (TS4) Pink Poodle (TS1) Raccoon (TS4) Robot Cat (TS1) Robot Dog (TS1) Star Dalmatian (TS2) Tiger (TS1) Turkish Blue (TS1)

[trollprincess]

Do you have any dog daycare stories?

Ooo, yes! I have lots to stuff to share!

1. If your daycare gives you a report card after your dog’s stay, it will always say your dog is a precious angel who has never done anything in their entire lives, unless they’ve literally, like, committed genocide. We fucking LOVE dogs, even the pains in the ass.

2. I have worked at camp for about ten years give or take and have NEVER been bitten by a pitbull. Not once. Even the energetic ones who need to be individuals are usually just big goofballs who don’t know their own strength. And they give the BEST kisses.

3. Dogs I have been bitten by: my boss’s boxy terrier who guards the front door; a golden who was a foster and got overwhelmed by some other other dogs; and this one brindle hound who loves everyone but me and ran at the back of my leg with her mouth open looking like the snakes from “Beetlejuice.” It left a bruise that looked like a baseball bat hit me and a big scratch that left a bit of a scar through part of my tattoo of my dog.

4. We have had dogs pass away at camp. Not because of anything we did, thankfully, but still awful. We used to have this huge lovely doodle who looked more like Scooby Doo with a perm and he LOVED staying at camp. He followed our boss everywhere and cried for her as he arrived on the van. He was staying at camp at the owner’s request when he was approaching the end (she and my boss discussed it) so we all got to go and say goodbye to him. It was a sad day, but hopefully he’s haunting my boss and following her all around camp for eternity.

5. We send vans to NYC to pick up and drop off dogs four days a week, so there have been clients of ours who’ve appeared on the Dogist. We’re always so happy for them when we see it. One of our VIPs was on there about a year ago and we got to find out how he got his name, which was cool!

6. We have a rescue related to the dog camp and y’all … you know when you work at someplace like a bookstore and you use your discount to buy a lot of books? It’s like that, but with adopting a bunch of the rescue dogs because you fall in love with them so easily. (There’s one foster who’s been there a couple of years, and the only reason none of us have taken her home yet is she doesn’t like other dogs. We keep trying to get relatives and friends to adopt her because she’s SO great.)

7. There are certain regulars we get SO happy to see. For example: the sweet chocolate lab and his big dopey Great Dane cousin who come for daycare all the time; that VIP husky who’s the snuggliest baby; the yellow lab named Ruckus who lives up to his name; the Klee Kai whose constant attitude is “HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK TO A MANAGER.” They’re like our best friends.

8. We have a pond that’s open as long as it’s warm and there’s nothing funnier than seeing the dogs who race down, launch themselves off the dock, and swim in circles until we literally have to go get them in canoes.

9. We deal with SO MUCH POOP. Like, SO much. At this point, I’d rather stick my hand in a bucket of dog poop than a bucket of maggots. Because I’ve accidentally done the first and … eh. Just hold your nose and scrub a LOT.

10. Some of the best dog names that have been at camp: Kittens the bulldog, Pants! (exclamation point included), Dr. Zizmo, Danny Devito (which was his foster name but he really did look like Danny Devito), Coco Pebbles Pumpernickel, Brown (which would have been fine on its own but he was black and also the family name was Weiner), Sir Butternut Squash, and Sir Hiro Batman Snugglepaw.

[chibsandchill]

Effervescent

Chapter 1: A new face

Tsu'tey x OC

Effervescent masterlist

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A streak of burnt orange and soft pink cut through the blanket of darkness falling over the moon. Faint outlines of stars promised a cold night, already Alva felt the beginnings of shivers as her skin pebbled from the chilled breeze.

"Alva?"

Her legs stopped their swinging attacks against the frigid steel. "Up here, Grace," Alva said.

"I know you have another hour," Grace Augustine was the head-scientist in her department on Hell's Base and she knew that Alva was going to protest the early night. "But today is welcome the recruits night and I am not doing that shit alone. Max is showing them around the lab as we speak."

Alva hummed and inclined her head. Over the edge of the building she had perched herself upon that night she could just barely see Grace's sleek black hair. "I do have another hour. That was the deal we made, big brother and I."

Her eyes fluttered away from the Avatar driver and back to the forest she had been marveling at. The majestic, tall trees towered over the large electric fence and had just started to come alive again after a day of rest. Vibrant blue, pink, purple and even neon green lit up the outlines of them. Like the old seasonal lighting festivals back in the 21st century, or a canvas being brought to life by blotches and imperfect curves of clashing colors, the entire forest cast away the earthy tones in favor for the more dramatic palette. Every bush and budding tree, and the well-traveled paths beneath the heavy crowns of towering helutral. Not a single living thing was exempt from the gifted bioluminescence, each little element – be it a leaf or the translucent dome-shaped flora with shivering tentacles – were as loved by Eywa as the other. As if answering the calling of their mother, the bundles and clusters of bright dots lining her Avatar body lit up like little stars on a dark evening sky.

"It's just started," she mourned, wiggling her fingers to watch the dots dance over her knuckles. "I can't leave now."

A heavy sigh.

"If you do this one thing for me, Alva, I'll make sure you get to stay up an extra hour tomorrow. I'm sure your little friends will forgive you."

"Maybe."

The dull concrete paths of the Avatar enclosure faded away as darkness won the battle, each and every little piece of man-made disasters forgotten under their heavy cloak of success. For as long as the night endured the relentless attacks of the sun, the inhabitants of the moon could forget the invading forces and their blasphemous gray buildings and deep-rooted mines, though they did not stop their pursuit for unobtanium during the nights. But the wooden shack on the far right corner of the enclosure stood out like a sore-thumb with its artificial yellow lights dangling from the beams, a contrast from the harsh white strobe-lights placed around the perimeter of the base on the high walls.

Alva heard Grace grip the old, corroded metal pipe. "I have chocolate in my office. The expensive kind with berries and nuts in them."

"If you're trying to bribe me, Grace," she chuckled, "then it's working."

Grace chuckled as well, though this body's chuckle held none of the huskiness or hoarseness that came with the decades long habit of chain-smoking cigarettes.

Alva stood from her precarious position on the edge of the sloped roof, bare feet navigating the rusty panels and stray debris with an expertise that spoke of years of practice. When she had skipped to the end with the group of pipes, she grabbed the sturdiest of them, ignored the protesting groan it let out when she shook it, and scaled down the side of the building with cat-like grace. Damp grass greeted her at the end of the descent, in which she dug her toes.

"It's going to storm tonight, did you know?"

A flash of a red cropped shirt foretold Grace's rounding the corner of the building. The taller Avatar leaned against the wall and shook her head. "Our scans would have shown us but there's not going to be one for at least a week."

"They are wrong," she chirped. A pile of dry leaves was her next victim, eager feet coming down on them with childish delight when they wrinkled, crinkled and then broke with a marvelous crunch. Brown and wilted, but held the tiniest spot of green on the stem spoke of their clinging to life though the rest of them had already left. Soon even those would rejoin the great mother before being reborn into something else. "The fkio take cover under Eywa's arms. Her voice will thunder across the sky and even the last shadow will hide. She has told me this and more."

"If Eywa told you this then this conversation should wait until we're back inside the base so I won't have to worry about her 'thundering' words sweeping you up into the forest."

"I wouldn't mind."

Thin lips curled into half a smile as Grace placed a hand on her cocked hip. "We're aware," she said. "But I think your brother would."

Alva blew a raspberry. "He's such a buzzkill. Just one teeny tiny little trip out of the cage wouldn't kill him, but leaving me in here to wilt like a little rose might."

"He's concerned about you. Spending all that time out here all alone, day in and day out isn't healthy for anyone, much less you." Grace curled her long fingers around Alva's bicep, unintended pressure making the arm-ring dig into the soft flesh there. Something within the forest screeched.

"I'm not alone," she protested. "I have Eywa and all of her children with me. They tell me things, things about out there," Alva pointed to the forest, "and they're waiting for me. I know they are. I can feel it."

Grace tugged on her arm and the two started walking towards the sleeping shed.

"If you actually bothered attending our meetings then you'd know that Jake Sully, Selfridge's new marine, is going to join my department and the big man himself is insisting I bring him with me on the next field trip." She said, maneuvering Alva around the corner of another bland building. In the far right corner the basketball court grew out of the darkness, and to the left the lengthy obstacle course with the little weight-lifting square in front. A couple of weights laid discarded in the middle of it, drowning beneath the embrace of green vines that held knife-sharp thorns. "And since he insists on sticking his nose in my business I'm going to be the biggest pain-in-the-ass he has ever seen. So, I'm taking you with me."

Alva's jaw slackened in shock, the budding seeds of hope blossoming in her golden eyes. "Really?!" She squealed, clapping twice while jumping. "Truly, truly, truly? I get to leave? Me? The forest?"

Grace laughed. "Yes, you, Alva."

'Did you hear that?' she asked as she tilted her head up to the starry sky, 'tomorrow I will finally know your voice'.

The younger Avatar driver tore her arm free of the hold, spun twice and then grabbed Grace's calloused hands in her soft ones. With a smile as bright as the sun Alva dragged Grace towards the shack, a newfound strength and impatience fuelling her skips and twirls and dancing. Grace didn't protest the sudden shift, only followed along with the movements as best as she could for she did not possess the grace or dancer's intuition that Alva did. Clumsy pirouettes and staggering leaps over chipped stones the extent of her participation. But Alva did not mind the dead-weight she pulled behind her, almost as if she had altogether forgotten about Grace's presence in the midst of her excitement.

"Come on," Alva groaned, " Max will have bored him to death with his science talk if you won't hurry up."

"You're going to be absolutely horrible about this, aren't you?" Grace asked, eyebrows pinched together. "But you're right, receiving actual information might cause his seagull sized brain to implode."

"Be nice. He just lost his brother."

Grace shook her head, a sliver of compassion in her beady eyes before it was swallowed by years-old pain. "You tell your brother to stop fucking up my projects and I'll consider it. We needed diplomacy, not another gun-toting maniac with a superiority complex."

"Fine." Alva said. "Now, come on!"

They entered the wooden shack, Alva nodding at the mask-wearing humans carrying around their screens while they scurried around the room to check brain-activity and vitals. As always, Grace was the one who ushered them out so that she could lock the steel doors. All of the beds except two near the end of the two lines were occupied by 'sleeping' avatars, each of them grown to be the perfect human-na'vi match for their humans so they were as diverse as their drivers; some of them taller, some shorter, some skinny while some were muscular.

Grace sat down on her bed on the left line while Alva fell onto hers in a mess of uncoordinated limbs. Somehow she managed to wrangle her tattered blanket out from under her, flopping onto her back with a muted groan before shrugging the thin piece of woven fabric over her body.

"Night, kiddies!" Alva called out to them but received no answers except for Grace as she was always the one to return the last and so all the scientists and doctors had already returned to their human bodies. Alva far exceeded the recommended amount of time spent in her avatar body by far but most spent a couple of hours during the sunlight or during expeditions but otherwise spent most of their time pouring over the data they had collected, while Alva spent hers staring wistfully at trees and faint outlines of ikranä.

She shut her eyes and let her mind go blank, mourning the dulling of her connection to Eywa.

-:-

Darkness greeted her, and the hoarse shouts of "Who's got my goddamn cigarette?! Guys, what's wrong with this picture?"

"Ugh," Alva muttered when the aching in her muscles slowly trickled back, and she nimbly reached up to push the clam-shell upper lid of her link unit open, only to be greeted by blinding artificial light blasting right into her sensitive eyes.

Alva sat up, bejeweled fingers digging into the soft, foamy interior of the bed. Her stomach ached with hunger, discontented rumbles muffled by her left hand covering it. With squinted eyes she looked to her left. She recognized the civilian scientist Max with his mop of dark curls and cracked glasses perched low on a crooked nose, but the other two men were unknown to her. One of them came clothed in a matching tan-colored hat and vest, along with a small bag hanging around his neck and a red shirt. Surrounded by people in flowing white lab coats and sour faces, his child-like awe was a welcome change.

"'Ello, Max!" Alva greeted the man, waving at him. "How's it going?"

Max dipped his head in greeting. "Uh, just fine, Alva. Thank you."

"Sweet." She nodded before wincing as her heel knocked into the linkin unit which sent a pulse of toe-curling pain through her foot.

"Grace, I'd like you to meet Norm Spellman and Ja-"

Grace didn't let the man finish before she rounded on them, donning her own lab coat and a cigarette hanging loosely from thin lips. "Norm," she looked pleased as she looked him over, her harsh scowl losing some of its malice. Grace returned a clipboard to one of her attendants before taking her glasses off. "I've heard good things about you. How's your Na'vi?"

"May the All mother smile upon our first meeting." The tall, lanky man with the odd clothes stuttered his reply.

"Not bad. But you sound a little formal."

"I've studied for five years but there is still much to learn." Norm chuckled.

Max shifted his weight from where he was leaning against the railing. "Uh, Grace," he interrupted. "This is Jake Su-"

So small and as little of a threat had Jake made himself that Alva hadn't even noticed him hiding behind Max. Or, rather he hung back, clearly out of his element amongst the scientists and stuck-up doctors running around the room. But now that he had been revealed, Alva could barely tear her eyes away from his – so deep and age-old was the pain in them that she could feel herself drowning in his anguish.

"Yeah, yeah, I know who you are, Jake Sully. But I don't need you, I need your brother. You know, the PhD who trained three years for this mission?" Usually not a cruel woman, but one tired of Selfridge continued dabbling in her projects and a constant political nightmare, Grace held not even a sliver of kindness in her dark eyes as she stared the ex-marine down.

"Grace," Alva warned. "Remember what we talked about, hm?"

Jake's offered hand fell in his lap. "He's dead. I know it's a big inconvenience to everyone."

In one swift movement Alva leapt out of the bed, stumbled over to the disabled man and tore his hand from where it clutched a wrinkle in his pant-leg. She shook it with abandon. Jake had a prominent tattoo on his shoulder that spelled out 'born a loser', and a neat cursive tag saying 'Sully' on the back of his yellow carbon fiber wheelchair. There was no mistaking his strength, though, as his upper-body remained firm, wide and with rippling muscles under pale skin.

"I'm Alva," she said. "Alva Enem, Grace's pride and joy. And you're Jake Sully, my brother's newest toy. That rhymed," Alva giggled.

"Nice to meet you, Alva." Jake shook her hand. "Are you a scientist too?"

The cheeky comment waiting on the tip of Alva's tongue was wrenched from her when Grace spoke again. "How much lab training have you had? Ever run a gas chromatograph?"

Clear blue eyes flickered away from Alva to rest on Grace. "No."

"Any actual lab work at all?"

"High-school chemistry. Dissected a frog once before I ditched."

"You see? You see? They're pissing on us without even the courtesy of calling it rain." Grace wet her dry lips with the tip of her tongue, steely determination setting in. "I'm going to Selfridge. Alva, please escort the new idiot to his room." She pushed past Jake and Max.

"No, Grace!" Max protested. "That's not a good idea."

She wheeled back around with her finger pointing at the disgruntled scientist. "No, man, this is such bullshit! I'm gonna kick his corporate butt. He has no business sticking his nose in my department."

Grace strode out the room with loud clomping steps.

Max turned to Jake with a grimace stretched on his face. He cleared his throat and edged towards the corridor leading into the connected bio-lab. "Be back here at 0800. Try to use big words."

"Yeah, sure." He nodded, and Max scurried out of the room and after his superior. Then Jake turned back to Alva who had taken to rocking back and forth on the tips of her sock-claden feet. "She, uh, doesn't seem to like me very much."

Alva waved a hand. "She was in a bad mood even before meeting you, don't worry about it."

Thin bony fingers swept through the air in a downwards motion before Alva's hand was snatched by Norm, who squeezed once before shaking it. "I'm Norm Spellman. It's really nice to meet you, Alva."

Alva slipped her other hand on the other side of Norm's and gave their joined hands a curt shake. The black lens of an old-time camera peeked up from the bag around his neck. She didn't recognize the brand. "Hi, Norm. What's that camera for?"

"Oh!" He exclaimed, sweaty fingers pulling it out of its confines. "It was my great-great-great-grandfather's. There's no battery left but I always take it with me whenever I leave home. Sort of a lucky charm, I guess."

"Cute," she said before her eyes caught the four-digit number displayed on a large screen above the door. 21:43. She cringed. "It was really nice meeting you Norm, but I gotta show Jake his dorm and it's my hair-wash day so see you tomorrow. May Eywa give you pleasant dreams!"

In a flurry of draping sleeves and tight curls, Alva swept out of the room with all the grace of a hurricane. Jake wheeled after her as fast as he could but he hadn't yet learnt how to efficiently move around in the new wheelchair, which was so unlike his old one. 

Next chapter

[kierancampire]

My family have a labradoodle called Dude, I absolutely love him, everyone in the family does. But there are issues

He's what's known as an F2, in essence both his parents were labradoodles so he's a second generation labradoodle, not a first generation who is bred from a labrador and poodle. There's positives and negatives to F2's, but Dude, sadly he has a lot of negatives, as does/did his siblings

Dude is around 13 years old now, so he's going good, but he's covered in ever growing, ever multiplying lumps that are covering his body. He now needs constant shots in his legs or otherwise he is in severe pain and can't move, completely fine when he has the shots, but that's the thing, he does need them. Contrary to why this breed was bred, he sheds like crazy, always has. Dude is a lovely, chilled dog, mostly, he is super placid, patient with kids, he loves affection, he's incredibly loyal, he's a great dog. However, there have been a few instances where he has become aggressive towards people and animals, which has always kept me on edge with him

But the biggest issue is his litter. As I said, Dude is just over 13 now. I believe he was in a litter of 6-8 or so, and only one other dog remains, the rest all died, some very young, and as far as I am aware, all of them died from health complications. Even the one that is still alive, like Dude, it has a lot of health issues. Thing is, we're friends with the family who bred him, they are not scummy people who puppy farmed for profit, I believe this one litter was the only one they had in fact, although not from a reputable breeder who has certificates of lineage, it was some of the better options you'd find for dog breeding

The issue with a lot of these is the poodle side of things. These dogs are bred to be family dogs and partially for their good nature, thanks to the labrador. But anyone, like me, who has worked with dogs can tell you that poodles really are not family dogs, also, poodles don't always have the best background on genetics and breeding. It's like the whole 101 Dalmatian debacle, a dog was put into a situation it really wasn't meant for. But then besides labradoodle, you got cockapoo and so many other poodle crosses cause that poor dog was bred with everything, and while some are lovely, I have known so many like Dude who have that issue of randomly turning, cause that's the poodle in them. And when you're taking a dog already with a slightly dodgy background on breeding, then adding on more slightly dodgy breeding, you're not gonna get a great dog out of it

Working with dogs really sorta opened my eyes to the dog world and dog breeding, and before anyone gets a dog, it's really important not only to research that specific dogs history, but the breeders too, to see if you are getting a reputable, healthy dog and not some poor puppy farmed mess. But also just research that breed in general. Huskies frequently can suffer health and personality issues, Dalmatians are extremely difficult dogs personalitywise and a vast majority I knew suffered from physical and mental health defects. GSD's suffer really badly from hip and joint issues due to their breeding wanting to give them a certain look, Bulldogs and adjacent cannot give birth naturally. Things like sausage dogs suffer super badly from back issues and slipped discs. Then circling back to labrador's, I dunno if any actual science and studying has been done on this, but from the experiences of myself and everyone else I knew, black labs were typically great dogs, healthy, good coats, good personalities, intelligent, great. Yellows, you sorta downgraded a bit but not too much, they could be a bit more crazed and rambunctious but were generally okay. Chocolates are the issue. Again, for myself and everyone I knew in the dog world, chocolates almost always had health issues, but there was just something wrong with them mentally, just crazed dogs that were never all there. Obviously like beagles, labs have that issue too where they are incredibly food motivated due to always being hungry and always seeking out food. Dunno if this is true, but personally speaking I wouldn't be shocked if a chocolate lab and poodle produce worse offspring compared to a black lab and poodle

Just, yeah, always research dogs before getting them, and make sure you know your ones history and who has bred them, puppy farm dogs always end in disaster. This is me just rambling about my doggy past haha

[madness-of-void]

So my dogs, for some reason or another, enjoy my end of the house. Even if other people are home, they eventually migrate down to my end. Cookie favors my bedroom. Roscoe does too sometimes, but there is another room he likes even more:

My bathroom.

I don't know why. Maybe it's colder than the other bathrooms of the house? Again, I don't know. But there have been times, especially when dark, that I'll see something light in the corner of my eye in that bathroom...and it's always him.

Today is no different. But what's different is that the door was mostly closed. No way he could push his way in without opening it more, right? He's a yellow lab-border collie-husky mix. He's not huge, but in no way small either. But as I was leaving my room to put the dishes of my lunch away, I see that familiar pop of light from the corner of my eye. Lo and behold...there he is. Looking so damn comical, I almost doubled over. This small bit of him is all you see, and it's like "Hello? Hellooooo?"

This was taken when I came back to the room, so he stopped looking at me. But you gotta believe me when I say he was just staring at me before like I had interrupted him doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

My dogs are so weird sometimes, I swear.

[blzzrdstryr]

Galatea

Yandere(?) Albedo x gn!reader

Wordcount: 2410

CW: Panic attacks, hallucinations, slight dehumanization.

...and his creation was so beautiful: silent and non judgemental, pure and demure, it would endure any of his whims of love and passion.

Albedo looks calm as usual as he scoops the honey from the beehive, even though he doesn’t wear any protection; Bees are angrily buzzing nearby, but otherwise not attacking him. It would look strange to you if you didn’t know the answer: insects are not real. The alchemist created them, turning pure slabs of carbon, water and organic matter into tiny fuzzy bodies, as you watched the scene with wide eyes, one moment and a non-living becomes living. He commented on the whole process and while you tried your best to listen to him there were so many scientific terms and jargons in his speech that after some time you zoned out, preferring to observe the birth of insects instead.

There are bones and flesh and organs growing and fusing together. They writhe and convulse as blood starts to fill them. Whose body is it?

“Is this for examination too?”, you remember that Albedo was collecting honey several days ago, albeit in much lesser quantities, and when you asked what the alchemist was doing, he said it was for comparative analysis.

“Well, you could say that” alchemist looks at the full jar and closes the lid, “Previous analysis showed that this honey has the same compounds as the natural one in the same proportions and isn’t dangerous for consumption”. You nod, urging him to continue - even though Albedo isn’t the chattiest person, you noticed how talkative he becomes when you ask him for explanations.

“Smell and taste are usually dependent on the composition, but there is always a place for exceptions, so I decided to conduct another experiment, one that needs your help”

You raise eyebrows - alchemist, despite actually enjoying your company, usually didn’t disclose much of his work :“Is that so? How can I help?”

Small smile appears on his lips, subtle and controlled, “I want you to taste it”. He looks happy.

You have seen that smile long before. You can’t remember where.

You hate sweets, but there's something stopping you from declining. It's bone-deep and chilling, woven into every fiber of your flesh. You can’t get out the needed words, even if you wanted, with your lips somehow shutting tight at the mere thought. There's something stopping you from saying "no" to Albedo and you assume it's gratitude.

***

The honey turns out to be as sickly sweet as the one from the real bees. You frown, as you take another sip of tea, trying to wash down the saccharine taste from the tongue. Albedo sits in front of you and scribes something in his notebook, throwing occasional glances at you from time to time.

“It seems that we’ll need to keep this secret from Klee” you muse, no longer tasting the nectar on your tongue.

“Why so?” he asks, still writing - his handwriting is too small for you to see from this distance. You could stretch your neck to have a better glimpse, but it would be rude to do, so you refrain, curiosity still nipping at you.

“Well, you know what a big sweet tooth she is, and if she learns that your bees don’t sting...”

“But they do sting, just not me”.

“Why?”

“Bees were created with my will, so they just can’t. It’s against the nature of alchemical creation to oppose its creator”

You hum, processing the new information and guessing how far he would teach you that in your own alchemy lessons. You are far behind Sucrose or Timaeus in your studies, still stuck on basics, but Kreideprinz doesn't look displeased or bored with you. In contrast, mentoring you is something he really likes, judging by the rare smiles he allows himself to show. He proposed to teach you one day and you couldn't find it in yourself to turn him down.

You thought it was strange at first how the recluse seemed to favour you, but then as you familiarized yourself with a man you realized that he liked all things unseen and unheard before and your selective amnesia must be the one.

There are large gaps in your memory, but you can remember some small moments - peeking into a cave and plunging deeper into a forest out of curiosity, spending hours in the library, completely captivated by the book before you, feeling satisfied from finally solving an advanced math problem.

None of the memories include people.

It's an identity forming memories, Albedo theorized when you shared your concerns, experiences shape who we are, [First], and maybe that's why you retained them, they define you.

Were you as reclusive as him then?

A bit later you see what Albedo was drawing: a familiar bird and decapitated head. You are disturbed - how does he know my dreams?

***

Mondstadtians are weird, it’s the first time you leave Albedo’s lab and side, deciding to take a quick stroll around the city and look around. Some look at you with wide eyes, as if you just grew a second head before their eyes, some shamelessly whisper things to each other.

The knight that was assigned to look after you for the duration of the walk is no better than them. He also treats you like some sort of oddity, with all that persistent glances and hesitancy to interact with you.

What kind of person old you were to prompt such a reaction?

Walking along the streets of the city you can't remember any of it. Books that mentioned amnesia and other memory related issues stated that visiting once familiar places can help with overall recollection. Walking along the streets of the city you can't recollect any of it, memories slipping past your fingers like water.

You can’t remember the blue cloudless sky above, or the deep clear lake of the same shade or the gentlest breezes playing with your hair. You can’t recall the bright red roof tiles, or the giant windmills that dwarf other buildings, or the statue of the anemo archont overseeing the city. You can't think of once being among the other idle citizens, of praying and worshipping Barbatos, of participating in the windtrace or Ludi Harpastum. There’s emptiness where a familiarity should be, a dull ache rotting and festering at the back of your mind - I don’t belong here, I never did.

You don’t feel like a part of Mondstadt, not even a single part of you does. There’s an invisible yet unbreakable wall separating you from other people. You can smile and chat and be all polite and nice, yet there’s always a certain coldness and caution others treat you with. You want to be both accepted and left alone, feel loved yet be distant enough to avoid any emotional hurt.

Of course, there are people who managed to get close to you - Albedo and Klee, with the former one being your official caretaker and mentor and the latter being as bright as the Sun, you doubt there’s anyone that couldn’t fall under little girl’s charms, except acting Grandmaster Jean.

That must be why you act so warm towards them, why you decide to bare your soul and feelings towards them, no matter how scary it can be. That’s why you play with Klee, engaging her in less destructive entertainment than the fish blasting and that is why you never refuse Albedo in any of his requests, be it a quick walk on a sunny day or assistance in his experiments.

***

A familiar dream.

You see a giant owl, it's yellow eyes piercing right through you. It's a majestic creature, with snow white fluffy feathers and razor sharp talons. Bird looks at you with all knowing eyes, and then spreads its wings, soundlessly flying in your direction. You dodge it, still marvelling at its grace, as the bird continues its way to the giant head laying behind you.

You turn back still tracing the bird's flight, eyes then turning to the bodiless head. It has the face of an aged man with wise eyes, it's lips move silently chanting. There's something hypnotizing in the chant - listen to me and you will now, listen to me and I will tell you, listen to me and you will learn things that he doesn’t want you to know.

You take a step, hand outstretched to touch it. It burns your skin, and the world around you darkens, all sounds stop and soon enough darkness consumes the bodiless head too, leaving you all alone.

A memory comes.

You're absolutely naked and shivering with Albedo hovering above you. He says something but you can’t understand the words, liquid(?) in your eyes and ears. You hear Sucrose and Timaeus in the background too and how excited they sound.

You turn your head, catching the sight of slabs of pure carbon, bottles of water, pieces of lime and ammonia solution and the rest of organic and inorganic matter lying around you.

There are no thoughts and feelings - you are nothing but an empty vessel that needs to be filled.

"Timaeus, bring the blanket" It's Albedo's voice, “Sucrose, check.. [First]’s temperature. I will observe them”

“[First]?”

“It’s a fitting name”

The memory ends. You wake up.

***

You wake up to Albedo sitting near your bed. It's not a rare occurrence with him frequently checking up on your health, but the memories of previous dreams make you almost jump when you see his silhouette again.

"Uhm, hello?" you still sound husky from sleep.

"Apologies for coming here, I heard your whimpers and decided to check if everything was alright". His face looks as impassive as ever, but there's a concerned tone in his voice. He must be extremely worried then.

"I..” you start but then trail off, unsure what to say. Is the revelation that you dreamt even true? Aside from the strange coincidence and sense of isolation that loomed over you, becoming a bit unbearable with each day, you had nothing to prove your nonsensical conclusion: you are not real.

“I saw a dream, of me lying among the lime and carbon and water” Albedo gives you an intense stare, eyes and expression completely unreadable: “it wasn’t just a dream, was it?”

A moment passes and then another and you feel even more stupid with each second to just come to that conclusion, not to mention saying it outloud. And then the most unexpected thing happens: Albedo nods.

“Yes, yes it happened to you” he suddenly sounds tired, as if he admitted a dark, dark secret, that it arguably is. A shock goes through you, as you start to gasp for air - it’s one thing to speculate and guess, it’s completely different to hear a confirmation.

You can’t exactly remember what happens next - you think you broke down right there and then, as alchemist awkwardly tried to comfort you. He was explaining how and why he created you - he thought that your creation would give him answers he was looking for, solve his internal conflict, and then he started to wonder how different artificial life is from the natural one and that’s why he decided to give you memories.

It was hard at first, he says, to push back the existing ones back and replace them with new. Make you believe that you were born too. Memories were his favourite thing to do, he had a theory you see, that people are majorly products of their environment, and he wanted to prove that with you. That’s why he decided to mold you into a person with traits he usually finds valuable.

In the end you found yourself nursing a hot tea mug with a few drops of calming concoction dissolved in it. Albedo is lingering around in his own disquieted fashion, as you rethink your whole life - can it even be called a life anymore?

You glance at the alchemist fretting around you, frowning, and unsure what to do, the warmth and happiness you felt upon seeing him replaced by disappointment and confusion. Albedo isn't the one who you thought him to be, Archons, you're not the one who you thought yourself to be!

Suddenly the way all others interacted you became crystal clear - they treated you like oddity because you were one. You remember Klee and how she always seemed to love calling you her "bestest special friend". No way they don't know of your origin. No way they will ever treat you like a person.

There's an ache when you think about Klee also turning away from you; She is a sunshine personified right now, spreading her kindness and enthusiasm without even trying, but who knows what will happen once she grows up, will she have a problem with her peers because of you, or she'll adopt the general public's opinion of you? The thought is almost enough to send you into a crying fit again. You want to run far away.

"I want to travel" you finally say, there's no way you can integrate into society when everyone knows what you are and will always see it before who you are. You want to run away and start anew somewhere far, so the rumors will never reach that place and no one will look at you with that wide eyed stare again. You say what you think about this whole situation.

"Please, don't" he says and you of course stop, legs no longer listening to you, "I understand you are distressed right now, but running away isn't the solution"

"But I will never be able to truly connect with anyone, they know it, of my birth, right? The whole city knows about it, right?"

"I know that you want to feel loved, I… We are the same - before your creation I felt the same loneliness, I couldn't bond with anyone save for Klee, but interacting with you was far more pleasant than expected. Relationships are needlessly tiring and I never understood why people focused on them so much, yet now, looking at you I can understand them. I love you, [First], you are perfect".

You still again, now stunted by his words and sudden love confession. It's all so sudden and strange and confusing and you are too tired and too shocked to deal with this, so you decide to distance yourself. "I can't love you in return"

"But you will"

"Why do you think that?"

"It's against your nature to oppose me in anything"

Note: Galatea is an ivory statue created by Pygmalion, who later fell in love with it. The head in reader's dream is decapitated Mimir, a figure in Norse mythology who is known for his knowledge and wisdom. His decapitated head was reciting secret knowledge and giving counsel to Odin.

[tangent101]

Siberian huskies are actually mid-sized dogs. They just are full of muscle and energy because they are work dogs. They reach 60 lbs. for a full-sized (healthy weight) male. My own golden retriever/yellow lab mix is closer to 80 lbs. and is likely comparable in size.

We actually breed dogs that are larger than wolves. The Irish wolfhound is a few inches taller and a score pounds heavier than a wolf, and in fact were bred to help drive off wolves in Ireland. So if you want a big dog, and one that isn't going to try and eat your cats and small dogs? Get an Irish wolfhound instead.

[elfwoodfae]

“Complications”

Summary: After finding out by accident Dr.Wells’ secret, your relationship with him gets complicated as he doesn’t let anyone else close to you while you work a project for him.

Author‘s note: please if you are a minor don’t read. This piece contains smut. Do not read if you are under 18. This is the first piece of smut I write and publish, please be kind but criticism is always welcome. Feel free to reblog if you like, just don’t claim as your own please. Also tumblr is being weird and not letting me edit the space in between paragraphs better so sorry for that. Credits for the gif to the owner, I found it on Google and just cropped it.

Warning: Smut.

It had been an accident really. How you found out about his secret. A simple error in his calculations. It was a Wednesday night, the whole team had left by then, or at least he thought they had. He hasn’t counted on you coming back for something and as quiet as you were, it was no surprise when you caught him opening the time vault to come out of there, walking non the less.

There you stood, mouth opening and closing like a little fish, he hasn’t see you yet, but as fate had it the tool you were holding fell to the floor, making a loud noise. Turning his head around at a speed that had to for sure had given him a wishsplash he stared at you. Tilting his neck a little he moved in your direction with the beginning of a smirk forming in his lips. He wasn’t worried. He would get rid off you if he needed to keep his secret safe. Once he was in front of you you finally reacted, closed your mouth only to open it a second later.

“Why?” Was the only word that came out of your mouth. You couldn’t understand why would he lie. He raised an eyebrow as he approached you even more.

“You will need to specify a little more in your question y/n, why what?” It was easy to see he was thinking what to do with you after you had found out about him.

“Why would you lie about being able to walk Dr.Wells? And why were you coming out of that room in the wall? Do the others know about that room? What are you hiding?”

“I said specify, not add three more questions y/n, but to answer you, I lied because is in my convenience for the rest of the team to believe I’m, and that room in the wall is my time vault, as to what I’m hiding well there’s no point in denying it to you as you have already interrupted my plan. Your help was something I need and was counting on but not for it to happen this soon.” Your eyes widened as his hand came up to your eye level and started to vibrate.

“Is you isn’t it? You are the man in yellow , the ones we have been trying to catch!” Your lip started quivering, from fear and rage. This man who you all had trusted and confided in was the very same nightmare you and the rest had been trying to fight. Of course he was always one step ahead.

“Yes, is me” he replied in a whisper, his voice low and husky. “And now if you want your heart to keep beating, you will do exactly as I say” he lowered his hand closer to your chest, making you tremble in fear thinking this was it.

“I need you to build for me a tachyon enhancer,” he continued. “And I need you to keep this” he signaled with his free hand in between you and him “our secret, don’t think for a moment I won’t know if you try to tell the others, I’m after all always one step ahead.” With a flick of his wrist his hand stopped vibrating and as he moved to the side you made your way out of the lab still in shock. As the elevator doors were about to close you heard him wish you a goodnight, but you were too shocked to be able to process any of what was happening.

That incident had been a week ago and every second of the day you were on edge, always nervous whenever he was around and you were sure the rest of them were catching on that something was wrong with you.

You were working in your work station, a small lab a little away from the cortex, the tachyon enhancer he wanted was in process and as you twisted and secured a few of the screws you turned around completely oblivious to the world as your headphones were on your ears. The moment you turned around your hand flew to your chest as a mini heart attack threaten to appear as you came face to face with Dr.Wells.

“Jesus don’t do that!” You exclaimed, yanking the headphones out of your ears. He only stared at you waiting for your breathing to regulate before speaking.

“How’s our little project coming along?”

“I am working on it as fast as I can without raising questions from Cisco when he passes by, if I spend all the time here on it they are bound to grow suspicious.” He nodded and wheeled himself out of your lab. You had been thinking all day and night in how could you let Barry know what was going on, how to tell him who Wells really was without the man realizing it and ending your life in the process.

As if by a miracle Cisco came up with the idea that you all should go out for drinks, Barry would invite Iris and it would be the perfect opportunity to be out and talk to him without looking suspicious as all of you went out for drinks every once in a while. In there without being too obvious maybe you would be able to get Barry alone and speak to him.

“I need a drink or ten” you commented to Caitlyn as you all made your way to the elevators.

“Alright so Barry will pickup Iris and Caitlyn will pick you and then me and we meet at the bar” commented Cisco turning around and pointing at us.

“That sounds perfect to me” You said as you tried to give him the most genuine smile you could muster given the past few days.

Once alone in your apartment you started to get ready and think about what this past couple of days had been, how fast your life had taken a turn, you felt dirty, you wanted to tell them so much what had been happening but you couldn’t, not without risking a hand going through your chest. Just thinking about it made a hole open in your stomach. What you needed was a good night of drinks and some fun if a candidate appeared, you told yourself . Picking a dress a little too short and some high heels, you let your hair loose and run down your back. As you grabbed your bag and made your way to the door to greet Caity and Cisco your phone rang with a message.

“Don’t even think for a moment I won’t know if you so much as try to tell them.” You didn’t need to read the number to know who the message was from and dread filled you as you looked around in fear trying to spot him somewhere, hiding in the shadows. You jumped as Cisco knocked loudly on the door and called for you to hurry up.

The night had been promising, the bar was full and the music loud. Drink after drink seemed like the only solution tonight. Dancing and talking with your friends you started to relax a little bit more, your plan to tell them long forgotten since that message.

Around midnight you spotted a guy who caught your attention and as you made conversation with him you realized this is the distraction you were looking for. Walking over to the team you informed them you would leave with a friend and to not worry if anything were to happen you would let them know instantly. As you made it to the door of your building said stranger was kissing you, as you smiled in the kiss and and played with his hair his hand was running up against your thigh, the kiss deepened as you struggled with the key to open the door and in the moment you finally opened it and were about to pull him inside in a gush of wind and lightning he disappeared. Shock and rage filled you as you banged your forehead against the door and closed your eyes to take a breath. You knew who had done it, and to confirm your suspicions the moment you opened your eyes you were met with a pair of red glowing ones and a distorted face in a yellow suit. But as you were about to open your mouth to give him a piece of your mind he disappeared.

The next day at the lab Caitlyn asked you how it had been with your friend and you sadly had to tell her that something had come up and he had to leave.

“What a shame, he was cute, maybe you will see him again” she commented, trying to cheer you up.

“Yeah he was really cute,” you said “and who knows yeah I probably will see him again” you said making sure to glare daggers at Harrison, who was looking over at you two from the hallway that connected to the cortex.

“ Miss l/n a word please?” He asked in that tone that made everyone believe he was just worried or looking out for all of you. Getting up you walked after him, following to the lab farther away from the cortex, where no one was sure to listen or walk in by accident. As you got there, you used the little courage you had left to confront him.

“What was that last night?!” “What is it to you who I take him?” You questioned him, crossing your arms over your chest. He rubbed two fingers over his lips and stared at you with those piercing eyes that felt as if they could look inside your soul and as he lowered his hand he got up from his chair, towering over you, making you feel small and reminding you how intimidating he could be. He walked over to you in slow long strides, moving his arms to rest each one next to your body, caging you in in between the desk and himself.

“I don’t like distractions in my plans” his voice was low almost a whisper, “have we met in different circumstances it would had probably even been fun” he said. You could only look at him, and it could be the adrenaline of the moment or his close proximity but you found yourself feeling a low tingle in your stomach and the temperature of your body rise to the sky. It wasn’t a lie that he was attractive and smelled in a way that made you want to bury your noise in his neck. Your body betrayed you as you felt heat pool in between your legs and tried to focus your attention on him, only to realize that you haven’t heard a single word of what he had said and only catches the phrase “adhere to the plan.” And with that he pulled back away from you and sat back on the chair.

That night you couldn’t sleep. Your mind kept playing that moment over and over again. His voice, so close to your face, his lips, the way he moved, so dominating and confident, knowing he had the upper hand , that he had power over you, and his smell. The way he smelled, musky and clean. It was intoxicating and you wondered how you had never smelled him before.

After that incident you haven’t been able to be alone with him without thinking about it, or going as far as to imagine what would it feel like if he kissed you. You had a feeling he was a dominant man in bed. Your eyes widened as you realized just what you had been thinking about and realizing you needed a distraction you stopped your work on his tachyon enhancer and went to collect your things to leave a little earlier, taking advantage that he was nowhere to be seen, probably hiding in his room in the wall or hole in the wall as you called it.

Tonight was the night you would finally have some fun. Dressed in a very sexy black silky dress you decided to find some place to clear your mind with and after a few drinks and some luck maybe find some company too.

A few too many drinks you found yourself a little drunk but with the perfect company of a guy you had been talking to for the past half hour and making your way to your apartment everything seemed to be going smoothly. But as fate had it, in the moment you both made it through the door and he started kissing you and moving his hands to the zipper of your dress, in a fit of lighting he was gone, once again, another man with who you were about to have fun with was gone, and of course in his place was the man in the yellow suit. With the liquid courage so many drinks had given you, you pointed your finger at him.

“What is your problem!!” You attempted to smack him chest with your close fist. “What is it to you! Why do you care who I sleep with?” You screamed at him, tired of his constant interruptions. Grabbing your hand and in the blink of an eye he had you against the wall. His mask was pulled down and his red eyes stared at you. Your breath caught in your throat at his proximity and the position he had you in. “As I told you, I don’t like distractions, and you are becoming one big one, I also don’t like sharing, if I cannot have you, then nobody can” he said, his voice deep and distorted.

It took a second for your brain to process what he was saying and in between the alcohol in your system and his presence you started to blush, your mouth was semi open, unable to said anything.

Slowly he moved closer to you and as you closed your eyes his lips crashed into yours. His kiss was dominating, passionate, it made your knees tremble and your hand instinctively moved to his hair. One of his arms moved to the wall next to your head as the other came to rest in your waist. The kiss deepened, his tongue intrusively moved inside your mouth and you moaned into the kiss which only served to spur him on as he squeezed your waist and moved the hand on the wall and buried his fingers in your hair, keeping you in place.

He broke away, only to start kissing along your jaw down to your neck, moving lower he found that sensitive spot in between your neck and shoulder and when your head moved back and you pulled his hair at the pleasure, he made sure to suck on your skin and bite into it, gaining a long moan out of you.

“Which way is your room?” He asked in between kisses, his voice low and husky, as he lifted both your legs and you wrapped them around him. “Second door to the right” you said breathlessly as he sped you both away into it. Kneeling down on the bed he started to caress your thigh moving up to grab the bottom of your dress and lift it over your head, leaving you naked to him. You shivered and as he kissed his way down your shoulders and chest his hand came up your sides grazing the curve of your breast. Your hands played with his hair as you tried to feel if there was a zipper or a way to get him out of the suit.

Laying you back he phased himself out of the suit, moving his hands to your hair to hold you in place he kissed you passionately as he devoured your mouth your hands caressed all over him, feeling his skin, his toned arms, the curve of his shoulders and the way his back muscle flexed at the effort of holding himself over you. His hand moved up and down your thigh and as it got close to your butt cheek he moved his thumb slowly around the inside of your thigh right where it met the curve of your ass, feeling how warm and hot you were for him. The moment his thumb went over your entrance you moaned hard into his mouth. Breaking the kiss he held your hands over your head with one hand and started kissing down your neck to your breast, marking the soft skin of your breast, sucking and leaving small bites in it, making you squirm under him.

His other hand worked around your entrance, yanking down your underwear he ran a finger over, feeling your wetness and groaning at the feeling of your heat. Vibrating his thumb he moved over your clit, making you cry out in pleasure as one finger eased his way into you, and as he increased the speed added a second finger, stretching you, making you moan and arch your back as you tried to break your hands free.

Once out of his grip your hands went to his hair as you pulled him up to kiss you again, his eyes bore into yours, as he fingered you, watching you squirm and close your eyes at the pleasure. Your hand ran down his stomach, feeling his muscles, trying to get to his boxers and touch him.

That’s when it hit him how far he had allowed himself to let this go, you were a distraction to his plan, he was putting all of his work in danger for this, but he had been alone for so long, for fifteen years he had missed the touch of someone else, he was letting his rational size take control once again, he couldn’t allow this to go any farther, but as soon as your hand grasped his cock he knew all though process went out the window, he was impossibly hard and the second you stroke him down he had to bury his face in your neck to conceal a moan that was threatening to escape, he couldn’t hold on too much longer, it had been too long for him and the only thought in his head was how desperately he needed to be buried balls deep inside of you. He started to vibrate the fingers inside of you and you started to feel your orgasm get closer, as he vibrates his thumb faster your eyes rolled back and you moaned hard under him, pulling at the nape of his neck and scratching his shoulder. If coming over his fingers had felt this good you couldn’t wait for what coming over his cock would feel like.

Looking into your eyes he waited a second for you to look at him and decide if you wanted him to stop, he honestly thought you would realize what you were doing by now and demand him to leave, but instead you grabbed his face and kissed him hard while you struggled to take his boxers off, once his cock was free, you moved your hips against his, feeling his tip slide in between your folds, making you moan into the kiss, grabbing your waist , he hid his face in your neck, bitting down on you as he started to push his cock into you.

Groaning at the sensation of your wet walls squeezing him and for a second he forgot all about his plan, all about everything as the feeling of being inside of you consumed him.

Thrusting slowly into you he started to move. Making you moan in pleasure and grabbing his shoulders, scratching his back at the feeling of him bottoming out into you. His hand moved to your thigh, moving it over his hip, making you wrap it around him, giving him a better angle to go deeper, hitting that spot inside that made your eyes roll back and your back arch. Enjoying your reaction he kept hitting at that angle, loving the feeling of you squirming under him, in a moaning mess, sweat grazing your forehead as you tried to beg him to go faster. He knew what you wanted, but he enjoyed watching you try to form words to ask him for it.

“Move… move faster please” you begged him in between thrusts. He only moaned in response and started to move his hand down your abdomen, vibrating his fingers over your clit and speeding up his thrusts. You felt yourself clinging to his shoulders and scratching his back at the pleasure, your walls started tighten around him, squeezing him as you started to come, taking in a breath and squeezing your eyes shot as your orgasm came over you, coming around him was an addicting feeling, his cock moving in and out of you, hitting that spot in you while you came was too much for you as you moaned hard in the air, it felt like a shock, like electricity pumping through your veins, it was a feeling you never wanted to end. His trust became erratic, he was close, he bit down your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark as he came deep inside of you, enjoying every second of it, it had been literal centuries since the last time he had done this, and the feeling was excruciating.

Giving you a few seconds to breathe and come down from your high he kept his face in your neck breathing into your hair calming his breathing. Lifting himself off of you he saw the sloppy smile playing on your lips, your pupils dilated as you looked at him, cheeks flushes from the alcohol and effort. He doubted you would remember much in the morning. He hoped this wouldn’t complicate things. But he was sure he would have to do something about it if it interfered with his plan.

Slowly he moved out of you, as you turned into your side, too tired to think now, slowly drifting into sleep. He sped around the room getting into his suit and making his way back to the lab, he needed to think and check with Guideon that the article hadn’t changed.

The next morning you woke up with a raging headache, looking around slowly you notice a bottles of pills in your nightstand and a glass of water. You wondered how much exactly did you he to drink last night. Rubbing your forehead with your hands it took exactly 5 seconds and a sticky feeling in between your legs for you brain to catch up with what had happened last night and as a dread feeling came over you, you wondered how could you go back to the labs and face him. Not only him but the rest of the team now that you had literally slept with the enemy, and the worst part is that you didn’t regret how good it had felt to have him deep inside of you.

@mintchipcupcake @nellethiel-aranel @saltykidcreation

[spacetimewraithwrites-archive]

Find the Word Tag Game

(Oh Baby a Triple!)

(tw: drug mention, blood)

tagged by: @drabbleitout & @sleepyowlwrites & @ettawritesnstudies!! my words: pillow, slippery, country, frighten, god, grey, black, white, brown, gold, silver, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet tagging: @drippingmoon, @drabbleitout, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, @sleepyowlwrites, @woodhousejay, @akiwitch, @ettawritesnstudies, anyone who wants to, and my fucking brain. just. I’ve had enough lmao your words: nice, near, nature, neither, nasty, normal

pillow (Meridian)—

In the very birth of the morning on Tournaltis, Corin burst through the door to Warren's room. "It's ready!"

Warren jolted awake, hand darting under his pillow on force of habit, disorienting him when he couldn't feel a firearm or knife. He settled when Thrive's hand found his shoulder.

"What's ready?" Thrive asked, already alert but voice husky from sleep.

Corin looked at Warren, who nodded. "Okay. Well. Lab, please."

Warren and Thrive dressed and met Corin in his lab, where Thoeala waited for them in human form. Her elbow-length hair, shining like obsidian under the low lights of the lab, draped over her shoulders, and she had on a light nightdress ——— had made for her.

"What're you doing here?" Corin asked her.

She shrugged, perched on one of the tables. "I felt some nonsense in the air and decided to investigate. What's going on here?"

Corin threw his hands up as he approached a console near the back. "Oh, sure, let's broadcast this to the whole galaxy."

slippery (Aurora)—

"What do we do?" Warren asked.

Before he could get a response, rain pelted down, pinging off of Warren's armor and soaking into the dirt, turning it to slippery mud. He watched the twins glance around in fear behind a group of soldiers that fell, dead before they hit the ground.

"This is that 'getting worse' business I talked about earlier," Thrive murmured.

A high-pitched whine, loud and eardrum-shattering, split through Warren's head with such intensity that he dropped his rifle and clutched his helmet, scrambling to silence it at all costs. He popped the helmet off and pressed his palms to his ears.

He sank to one knee, knowing without seeing that the others remaining were experiencing the same thing, even Thrive, who dropped beside him, splashing mud around.

country kingdom (which is a lot bigger than a country 😭)(Meridian)—

"He would've kept himself alive as long as possible for the good of the kingdom, but that's all he's ever done. He's never once felt like he's been alive for himself, and I needed him to know that at least I give a fuck about that."

"Setting aside the fact that it's insulting to assume that I don't care about my own father's wellbeing, we would have come back for him. We needed a plan." Thoeala's gesticulations began to increase the more incensed she grew. "We had to come at them prepared to defend the rest of the kingdom should they be released, and—"

"So then we come up with a plan now. Get everyone's heads together and figure it out now."

"Papa, I love you, but you're being reckless in the name of love."

Warren narrowed his eyes. "You know...I'm getting a little tired of people saying that. I've put up with a lot of shit from the entire universe, and I'm going to be selfish about something for once in my life. Deal with it."

frighten (Rebirth)—

Thrive took his hands in his own and a wave of calm rolled over Warren long enough that he could take a deep breath and resist the spots dancing before his eyes. The feeling of their fingers laced together reminded him of everything he'd fought for, everything he'd yearned for before ———. He looked back into Thrive's eyes.

"I know it's frightening," Thrive said, tone smooth and slow, purposefully keeping eye contact. "And I know you're overwhelmed. We're going to get you through this. I'm here, and I've got you. Alright?"

Warren swallowed and nodded. "Yeah...okay."

"For now, please rest some more. I've got work to do, but I'll be a moment away at all times. I have an office down the hall. My door will always be open, so if you need anything, yell and I'll hear you. I'll have someone install an intercom system in here if you'd like."

god (Eternal)—

Upon stepping through the front door, they were greeted by Guetry, who marched into the foyer with fire in his eyes and a half-asleep Mercury trailing behind apprehensively.

"What's the big fuckin' idea, huh?" Guetry hissed. "What happened to bein' a god damn team? You have the nerve, the gall to up and disappear without tellin' anyone for like, three days?! Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Guetry, shut up," Warren groaned, drained. He gratefully handed his bag to a smiling R'lisian helper.

Guetry looked as if he'd just been slapped, and he reared to retaliate, his height suddenly very apparent and alarming. "Oh! You wanna fuckin' go, little boy? I got time and two fists, I ain't playin' these games—"

Thrive's hands immediately dropped onto Guetry's shoulders and he pushed him a few steps away from Warren, getting close to his face. "We went to ———," he muttered, voice heavy and muscles tense. "Let it go."

Guetry's jaw clenched and he glanced back and forth between them, the fire leaving him as quickly as it had ignited. Though he stayed silent, breathing hard, the animosity remained.

Thrive released him and strode away.

"Good goin', darlin'," Mercury sighed, patting Guetry on the back before he also turned to leave.

grey (Rebirth)—

All manner of fire stopped. Only three of the Morrite antechamber guards remained, coupled with two allegiants that had been squirreled away in the other rooms. They turned their attention to the source of the booming voice in the biggest doorway.

Standing at eight feet tall at the very least despite being slightly hunched, a massive Morrite, larger than any other Morrite Warren had ever seen. He had a vivid bloom of night blue skin fading from his back and bleeding into his natural pale gray, bulging, unhealthy-looking muscles protruding from his too-tight silken cultural robes. Bright black eyes, familiarly shark-like, darted around at everyone, the shadow from his sunken sockets making him horrifying to stare at.

"Fucking hell," Warren said. "Please don't tell me that's Hyret."

Guetry exhaled over his shoulder. "That's a decade of those Morrite drugs that partially make up reaver rock."

black (Aurora)—

A few days later Warren found Thrive in his office, on call with Delegate DeCosta and Senator Roundtree.

"...So the mass we'd found is linked to drastic spikes in energy signatures we found in the area," Roundtree was in the middle of saying. "We couldn't determine the source until someone suggested it could be the Emmuli home world."

"Emmuli home world?" Warren blurted from the door. "They have a whole home world?"

"In a manner of speaking," Thrive said hesitantly. He lifted a hand from the surface of his desk it to pull up a blurry three-dimensional image of a black dot in the middle of nothing. Its shape twisted and undulated, only to come back into a general sphere. "Nothing's able to get close, but the Node's imaging has brought us this footage of a rogue planet in the darkest part of Ashva."

"Andromeda," Roundtree corrected.

Thrive aimed an uncharacteristically bitchy eye-roll right at the comm panel and Warren covered a burst of laughter with a loud cough.

white (Rebirth)—

During the middle of the night, Warren rolled onto his side and reached an arm out to pull Thrive closer, only to realize he had once again been abandoned. He stretched and ducked out of the tent.

The sight of the Milky Way over his head made him feel safe, as did the glowing rock he spotted near the bank of the river, making it easy to see that Thrive was staring right at him from his place with his chin tucked in his hand and his legs folded beneath him on the ground, like a diligent guardian.

Warren made his way over and sat across from him. Thrive waved over a pile of white stones between them and a weak flame crept up from beneath it, feeding on the fuel until it licked at the air and became their sole source of light and heat.

He watched the fire flickering in Thrive's eyes from where he sat, turning the saturated green into shimmering molten gold. The shadows dancing over his face made him more striking. He kept his gaze on him, flutters of longing mirroring the flames in his stomach until Thrive broke the silence.

"I'm going to take you up on that offer."

brown (Meridian)—

Before Warren could reply, a sentry began the process of opening the door, which consisted of so much more pomp and circumstance than was truly necessary. After a whole three minutes, the door swung open to let Thoeala through first, then Thrive—clad in gold cape and a brown Tournaltis state suit—and he glanced around at the sentries with nothing short of disgust and irritation.

"Hi, Papa," Thoeala said, striding briskly to Warren and wrapping him in a tight hug.

Thrive stopped in front of the guard with Warren and nodded. "Ataneq."

"Your Majesty," Ataneq said, tipping his head in a bow.

"Hey," Warren interjected. "None of that formal shit with family, I don't care what anyone else says."

Ataneq had the wherewithal to look a bit sheepish. "Okay. Father," he corrected.

gold (Aurora)—

A gathering of light particles formed in front of the viewscreen. It grew in number, passed through the air, gently kissed everyone on that bridge, held them close, sent pride into their hearts and calmed the sorrow from preceding events. It clustered together to take the shape of a curved spine, a pair of broad shoulders, a long torso, attached to a kneeling form. Tournaltis robes, a golden cape, flaxen hair, a strong jaw.

Thrive gradually stood, the light completing his reconstruction, his eyes filled with gold. His cape cascaded around him, a fall of warmth spilling from his shoulders. The glow of his eyes faded and he silently gazed at his friends and crewmates, laden with exhaustion.

Then he broke into a subtle and breathtaking grin.

silver (Rebirth)—

"I know what to do with you," Esyl said. "We'll take them to Ysha. She'll pick the meat clean off of their bones."

"No!" Nar said. "We will take them! We've earned the reward!"

Everyone laughed.

"Reward?" yet another venevan shrieked. "Ysha does not reward graha for doing their jobs!"

"Does she reward graha for bashing in skulls of those who defy her?!" Gosrah barked, raising the club and her own crudely-made mace in the air over her head. "She sent us to retrieve intruders in silhou ship, and she expects us to bring her spoils!"

"The obhelian is valuable cargo," Esyl said in a grossly calm voice, his grin widening despite the threat on his life. He reached into one of his pouches. "She will want him intact."

Before Thrive had time to realize what was about to happen, a flash of silver swiped across his field of vision and stinging pain bloomed over his entire face. Drops of bright crimson blood splattered onto the pale dirt at his feet and more cascaded down his cheek and off of his chin. He dabbed the wound with his wrist and raised his eyes to Esyl, who flipped his knife from hand to hand with odd dexterity.

red (Rebirth)—

The Ganymede rumbled as her guns kicked into gear and fired consistently at ———'s ship.

Warren stumbled to the nearest panel and inputted from memory the command needed to bring up a timer on the viewscreen. He knew what it was for, and his hands shook with the anticipation.

Thrive yanked a cable out of the console. Guetry reached up to the light in his temple and pressed, activating his port, which popped out with a tight snap. He winced and a lone drop of blood rolled down the side of his face originating from the self-inflicted wound, leaving a dark red line contrasted against his pale skin.

Varussa swung the ship around when ——— began to fire back. Emnophene's hands worked the controls and they dodged weapon fire left and right.

"Get us closer to that asteroid," Thrive demanded, pointing to a particularly large specimen looming to the right of the viewscreen.

Guetry plugged the cord into the port in his skull, wiping the blood away with his sleeve. "How do we know where we're going?"

Thrive trained his eyes on one spot through the window, his face a picture of calm. "I can see it."

Warren whipped around to face him. "You can what?"

Thrive paused, a crease in his brow. His eyes glassed over, voice somewhat distant, surprised. "...I can see the Palace."

orange (Rebirth)—

Though hesitant, Varussa wasted no time steering the Ganymede, still in mirror shields, to the Blue Palace. Thrive walked up the viewscreen and raised his hands.

Warren and Guetry watched in silence as the air inside the bridge shimmered, expanding outward, encompassing the whole room until it could no longer be contained. With a grunt, Thrive shoved the shield through the walls, and space wobbled in front of them. The Palace's shots bounced off and ricocheted everywhere.

Through the reflection in the window, Warren could see the pinpricks of orange light in Thrive's eyes. The hair on his arms stood on end as the air crackled with power.

The comm lit up and Guetry pressed the button with an unsteady hand.

"Obhelian!"

"Be quiet, ———," Thrive muttered, his own hands tremoring from the effort of his task. His voice reverberated through the floor. "...I'm saving your life." The heavily damaged ship zipped away from them, past the asteroid. Thrive growled and contorted his left hand into a claw, grabbing onto it. "You're not going anywhere."

yellow (Eternal)—

The room went silent. The Archmaster's frame settled, like old steel beams. He gave Thrive a long stare, and a jolt of dread nearly uprooted Warren from his place.

The Archmaster came back around to Thrive, and continued to stare him down. Neither of them moved otherwise, nor said a word, until the silence was abruptly broken by the Archmaster.

"Kill them."

Thrive's shield was up and blocking them from veteran rifle immediately. "Don't do this," he pleaded over the barrage of yellow and noise. "Don't make me do this. I can help you."

"Your kind has bred hatred for long enough."

"Please!"

Warren heard the break in his voice he'd never heard before and knew it was futile. He knew it, Thrive knew it, but the Archmaster was determined to end the conflict their way. Warren looked around at the different eliyi. They all had a chance. To be free from ———.

They'd all been too affected by ———. It left them with no choice but to fail.

He expected this.

"Thrive…"

"I can't do it." His breaths came out stuttered through the whine of the rifles. "Warren, I can't."

"You don't have a choice. If we're going to finish off the Emmuli, you know what has to be done. They're not going to let us fight without interruption."

Thrive went still. The eliyi didn't let up their fire. The Archmaster took to screaming at his Headmasters, and they charged into the shield, bouncing off with no consequence to Thrive but a minor stumble backward.

"I'm sorry," Warren said in earnest, his own voice wavering. "I'm so sorry."

green (Meridian)—

Thoeala grinned. "Father coming through in the clutch."

"For sure." Warren smiled warmly at him. "My gorgeous king."

Thrive rolled his eyes. "That doesn't give you carte blanche to shower me with honorifics and reverence."

"Agree to disagree." Warren realized they hadn't moved yet, and he looked to Calen, who'd been strangely quiet. "What's the holdup?"

Calen frowned at the controls. "...We have a problem." He paused, then quickly revved up the ship, swerving away from the planet. "Oh, big problem…!"

"What's going on?" Thoeala asked.

"Meteors," Calen responded, glancing at the viewscreen, onto which he'd brought up a sensor screen. On it was a mass of green blips, falling onto the surface of Veneve. "Oh, shit...there's hundreds."

"The moon," Warren blurted. "God, fuck! The moon!"

blue, indigo, violet (Rebirth)—

Warren tossed the core of the fruit to Thrive, who caught it in one hand without looking and atomized it. "Got a form suit for me?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Thrive moved away from the panel and led Warren into the corridor, to a room the size of a walk-in closet. Shelves upon shelves stacked with form suits, some of the top shelves stocked with breathing apparatuses similar to those from the silhou. "Take whichever one you want. The ones on the right are suited for breathers."

Warren reached out for a royal indigo-violet suit with a delicate blue iridescence. It felt like silk, stretched like spandex, and seemed like a thinner material than the form suits he had worn in the past. "Leave it to the obhelians to do something more efficiently."

"We were considered the second most intelligent and powerful race in Ashva," Thrive said. "Not without reason."

Warren squeezed past him to get changed in their quarters. "Were you guys considered the first most modest, by chance?"

Thrive gave a low, wicked chuckle in response.

[zipperuser103]

The Foxes as Dog Breeds: From a Person who Works at a Dog Kennel

Kevin - German Shepherd — A little too loyal… smart and athletic, has attachment issues….

Renee - Great Pyrenees — Very soft and sweet and cuddly, but also independent and protective…

Matt - Bernese Mountain Dog — Has NO clue what personal space even is, will sit on your feet and get in your way ALL THE TIME but they’re just so sweet and cute you can’t help but love them… (my kennel currently has five, and they are so annoying… but they just so cute…)

Dan - Rottweiler — Protective, very sweet, has a natural authority and uses it…

Allison - Husky — Very opinionated and not afraid to share it, smart, athletic, loud…. And very beautiful, let’s be real…

Seth - Doberman Pincher — Standoffish to anyone other than those close to them, very loyal… I don’t know a lot about Seth (rip) but I feel like he would have been these qualities if we got to see more of him….

Aaron - Smooth Collie — Smart, soft, quiet while also a bit loud… He also gives me Yellow Lab vibes….

Nicky - Chocolate Labrador — Way to friendly, has no idea of personal space, very energetic… (yes there is a difference between yellow, black, and chocolate lab temperaments, as any lab owner would know lol)

Andrew - Maremma Sheepdog — Smart, protective… not easily shaken, very **sturdy**… (My kennel once had a maremma, his name was Nibs, he was an asshole… knew exactly how to push my buttons and annoy me… he was very sweet when he wanted to be though…)

Neil - Poodle — Anxious energy (Waffles never stops pacing), athletic, fast, way to smart for their own good, and very much an asshole… (Spencer, the other poodle at the kennel, once attacked a puppy for no reason….)

Hope you enjoyed this.. lol, idk why I made it…

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Here is my list! Looks like I actually misremembered Merlin's family a tad but it's pretty close!

I made Gwen's family deer because Morgana turned her into one one time and I always find it very fitting. I just wish some of them had lil antlers because Elyan needs some imo

I made Percival the Hippo because he always gives me the vibes of the color grey in a good way, plus they're big guys which makes sense to me. The monkey sounds so good too though

Mordred being a lamb is a must, though I do wish they made a black sheep, and Leon had to be the lion for me, even though it seems a pain to obtain.

I made Gwaine a fox! And Lancelot I couldn't quite decide, but am leaning towards the husky just because it's the friendlier looking of the two, though I wish they came in a darker color. Freya would be the black cat ofc.

Lastly we have yellow lab Morgause!

That's all that I have in my notes! I mostly just focused on the core four characters and the most important of the recurring cast + any that I found along the search for the others. I haven't visited this idea in a while but I keep my lazily made Merlin one on the shelf lol

May I present you… Sylvanian Merthur

[they come as a package deal please don’t separate]

[justslowdown]

You spoke about crunching the color genetics for the kespap litter, and how they could only be sable or agouti. What is kestrel's color genetics if you don't mind and have the energy to share?

Sure thing. This doesn't take any emotional or social bandwidth so I'm good lol

http://embk.me/kestrel2

Embark has pretty good explanations on the traits page if you click them

To start off, her husky white markings, called domino or urajiro, aren't something that can be tested for yet

She also has white trim that doesn't show up with the S locus test, giving her half a white collar on her neck and some extra on her face

The reason she's so pale is also untestable. Chai and Luca in that litter are also very light versions of their colors. I didn't know if it would pass down but am glad it didn't, I love how rich the pigment of these puppies is! Embark's intensity testing doesn't tell the whole story here. They admit it only accounts for 75% of red pigment intensity

For what CAN be tested: her coat is sable colored, like Kai. It's dominant. She carries agouti on the same locus, Callie's color, and passed that down to Mariposa, Monarch, and maybe even Luna and Morpho

The reason she's red is because she has a modifier on the b locus, the same as chocolate labs or red border collies. She can't produce black pigment. That's a recessive gene so dogs need 2 copies to show it.

She carries but does not express yellow at the e locus, which is what makes yellow labs or goldens that color.

She has one copy of long coat. It's recessive and needs 2 copies to express, so if she didn't carry it, all of her puppies would be short coated.

The reason I knew all of her and Xavier's puppies would be sable or agouti, and none piebald, is that on the A locus (where she has sable and agouti) he has the very most recessive colors, tanpoint and recessive black. Neither can express with one copy, which is all sable or agouti need to show up. Piebald is also recessive.

He doesn't carry red or yellow, so I knew they'd all be black-based

Hope that makes sense! I'm glad I ran an online calculator thing and then dug in to understand the results, or this litter's colors would have blown my mind lmao