#but does this make me a furry?🤣

[agustdiv1ne]

Your moots as txt songs?

THIS IS SO FUN!! thank u anon <3

@gummygowon hi mai i'm giving u cat and dog bc u are a furry </3 JK LOL,, i think it's a fun song to listen to just like u are a fun person to talk to!!! ily bae n if we don't get to meet up this yr i might just Cry

@lunalovesstories lunaaaa i'm gonna give u happy fools!! to me u are a very positive and bright person, and u never fail to light up my day ^^ i love talking to u hehehe

@cheolhub sarbear!! i give u dear sputnik bc u and i are the same :> also something about this song is very You and for some reason i feel like u rly like this song so yeah <3

@toruro mikaa i choose eternally for u!! i think it's bc we were talking about old txt music that this song came to mind n also to me u are very chaotic just like this song LOL but i love u for it <3 pls never change

@koqabear sol, my enemy (my love)...i give u opening sequence. yes. this song is my roman empire just like ur fics are <33 also u are a very cool person to me n i wish i wasn't scared of dming u bc i'd like to talk to u more 🤣

@aduh0308 ADAA u are very no rules coded to me!!! it's energetic and fun and amazing just like u and mwah i love u sm <3

@boba-beom smiles! i am giving u thursday's child has far to go!! i associate this song with beomgyu who i heavily associate with u :] u have been my Beomgyu Mutual for the longest time n also the instrumental of this reminds me of u a lot idk why just the vibes

@mazeinthemoon hihi moony ^^ i'm giving u ghosting!! it's more of a chill n quiet song and i consider u a very chill mootie of mine so yeah! u are also amazing j like this song ^^

@huckleberrykai berry!! i give u magic bc u are fun and lovely and i could keep listing positive adjectives but i will stop jfjkjdk this song lights up my day n seeing u on my dash does too!!

@pumpkinkaiii HI HP! i am giving u dreamer bc it is sexc and cool just like u are <3 the vibes of this song are immaculate just like u and everything u write tbh (thank u for repping the chubby community so hard bc it makes me feel very seen n loved <33)

[robo-dino-puppies]

15 questions for 15(?) friends

thank you for the tag @salamanders-please! I know this is late oops

WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? an actress because her name sounded nice apparently 🤣

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? oof saturday. there was a… cat situation (not my cat, everyone's alive and fine but I was responsible for the cat's care and I wasn't told about things beforehand) that reminded me of my heart kitty and what he had going on before he died, and I was very stressed and not a little pissed off and just not in a great place. (but I cry super easy anyway. I hate it.)

DO YOU HAVE KIDS? no. no thank you. nope. just the furry kind for me thanks!

WHAT SPORTS HAVE YOU PLAYED/DO YOU PLAY? I only "played" whatever we were forced to play in P.E. 😂 I thought volleyball was the most tolerable, I guess. (note: this does not mean I was any good at it…)

DO YOU USE SARCASM? me, use sarcasm? XD

FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? probably hair or interesting clothes!

WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? green/grey/sometimes blue-ish

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? angst with a happy ending pls. I'm a wimp I can only do small amounts of scary.

ANY TALENTS? … making things? I make a lot of Things.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN? pacific northwest, USA!

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? as above, making things. crafts in general. (knitting, paper crafts, miniature stuff, polymer clay, sewing, etc. etc. etc.)

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? Sophie kitty 💖

HOW TALL ARE YOU? I like to say I'm 5' with shoes on…

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? hmmmm… maybe English? or also Japanese :D

DREAM JOB? something that pays me enough to live comfortably on where I don't have to interact with any humans ever. haven't found it yet lol

thank you! no pressure of course, and I don't think I'll hit 15 sorry but uhhhh @fogsblue, @theyloy, @prototypelq, @nyxianthe, @haruckio or anyone who wants to do it!

[dirty-droid]

Writer's ask: 30, 38, 42 😁

Howdy!!! Thank you so much for asking, I didn't think I was gonna get any more of these, but they're very fun!

30.  Favourite idea you haven���t started on yet.

Define started on? 😅 I did make a start on one of my various 'Hank and Connor raise Cole and baby Nines together' ideas but I have no idea if I'll ever finish it. I keep starting and stopping with every Hankcon Dads idea I have. Although that does remind me of the Hankconkus Dads one that I never actually started, where Hank has Cole from a previous marriage, Connor has Nines from a messy one night stand situation, and Markus just got custody of his half brother Leo and is new to town, and Hank and Connor help him navigate his new guardianhood and they all three fall in love!

I'm just a childfree asshole who's gotta get all that Hallmark shit out via fanfic, any warm fuzzies just get implanted into my boys.

(and then there's also the extremely self indulgent ooc smutty au I roleplay with my fiance where Hank kidnapped a barely legal Connor and forces him into a Daddy kink roleplay of their own with all of my favorite kinks and fetishes that I always think about writing as it's own fic but never do)

38. Weirdest story idea you've ever had?

Beyond repeating my answers for the above? 😂 Lemon Stealing Whore gets an honorable mention, but it's hard to say, I like a lot of Dead Dove topics but I'm pretty predictable, I know I've done some crack ideas before but I cannot remember them, it's not what I'm known for.

Actually, I'd have to branch out of fandom for that, because I've been in another Steven Universe phase, and that just opens up so many doors, the other night we were joking about Steven doing puppy play and actually accidentally shapeshifting into a dog because of how much he felt like a dog 🤣 (real talk tho, boy could just walk around like a furry, at least he could shift some ears and a tail, he just doesn't like to shapeshift) and the idea of Hannibal Lecter being Steven Universe's therapist? Insane concept, wowzers, that'd be so dramatic and funny.

42. How do you feel about love triangles?

I'm too into open relationships for that mess, like I don't hate them with a burning passion, I know why they exist, but they're just not that much fun and I like established relationships a lot better than a 'will they, won't they' situation. Why can't they all just get along? And smooch?

[mattslolita]

i wanna get my belly peirced sooo bad but im terrified of needles 🤧last time i had a blood test i fainted and like i dont want that to happen EVER again 😭 my bf said i should do it (he wants me to die how sweet🥹) an it would look nice but im scared asffff!!

ALSO today me an him went out tgthr. when we walked into one shop i saw this girl who was maybe 7 or 8 years old CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR...... WITH A MASK....... AND A TAIL.......!!!!! i could not help myself i literally had to leave bc im sorry WHAT? 😭Like yes everyones style..?🤣 is different but did we reallyyyyy have to go out like that???????? she was w her mum an dad and before we left she looked to her mum an she went "am i embarrasing u mum?" and she said "no never darling" IM CRYING! some old man was shakin his head and went "youd never catch someone like that 60 years ago" HELPPPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 (so sorry if i offended any furries 😔)

and omg hes been so sweet to me, he keeps complementing me and hes so nice to my mum and my brother 🥲 and i LOVE physical touch and hes the exact same so hes literally always touching me (woahhh). we also love cooking and baking so weve spent hours in the kitchen already (my mums so happy she dont need to cook)😋 then we also went to the gym today cuz 💪💪💪💪 he does way harder things an i was tryna lift how much he does but i failed OFC😚

I WANT A BELLY PIERCING TOO GIRL, I FEEL THE SAME WAY !!

nah cause the way i woulda been looking at the parents crazy cause WHY on God's green earth you let yo daughter walk out the house in that outfit?

im ssoso glad to know y'all are doing good !! he sounds like he makes you so happy ml !! <3

[totaldramamovies]

Total Drama Movies- Episode 4- A Winner for Two

*Early morning, guys’ side of 4th Thing’s cabin*

Eddy: *Mumbling in his sleep* Sigita!..

Rajiv: God dude, you’re obsessed. Go touch some grass!

Kenny: Yeah man! I got some if you want!

Wyatt: Plus, she’s going out with me. Like, boi. 😂🫱🫱 *T-pose*

Eddy: I know you’re a joke character, but you’ve stolen Sigita from me! She was supposed to me mine 🥺🤓🤓🤓🥺

Rajiv: Sigita’s just a human like us. She can’t steal her, bro.

Wyatt: *360 no-scope* Yeah!

Kenny: (To Rajiv) Man, I don’t know HOW he pulls HER.

*Girls side of cabin*

Sigita: Yeah, I know! He was so surprised!

Dominique: Really?

Sigita: Oh, for sure! I mean, it’s not gonna be very big, just a little date, but Wyatt went crazy!

Dominique: So you’re going on a date tonight with Wyatt? I know I’m usually not judgy but… HIM? Really?

Sigita: What! He’s athletic! And strategic! And everything right in my dream man😍

Dominique: I’m not so sure… Kenny has been all up in my business. I think he wants me like Eddy wants you.

Sigita: Oh, please! Eddy? That nerdy band kid? I’d rather get with that sigma Fredrick…

Dominique: Oh, I don’t know… he has his charms! You like artistic guys right? He plays trombone!

Sigita: Yeah but… Ugh. Half the time he speaks theres the nerd emoji following it, and he’s always really awkward too…

Dominique: He just doesn’t get out much. I bet you two would get right along!

Sigita: Nah, I’m sticking with my date with Wyatt tonight.

*Ferocious Monsters’ Cabin*

Jamil: Maxim brother! How does it feel knowing we have no Bailey!

Maxim: Great, the cabins are so much calmer now! What are you doing?

Jamil: Well, I have a bit of a crush for Ines. She’s a powerful adversary yet also a caring teammate. I’m thinking I’ll ask her sometime soon. And a-

*Chris blows his airhorn*

Chris: CHALLENGERS, GET YOUR BUTTS OUT HERE!

Fangxiu: Giving newgen…😒😒😒😒

Andres: What noww..

Chris: Its your next challenge!! This episode: Romance Movies!!

Cece: Ugh, we’re gonna be DATING eachother?!

Chris: Nope, don’t worry! However there’s romantic tension on 3 of the teams, so I want each team to make a romantic scene for dinner for two! Whichever team does the worst loses.

Dennis: You said that only 3 teams had romance. What about the fourth?

Chris: That team is YOU, Mighty Wizards! So instead you guys can uh… walk through a haunted house for Halloween. Why not?

Dennis: *Sighs* I guess I will never find love…

*FEROCIOUS MONSTERS*

Eliza: Romantic Tension? Really? On our team?

Ines: It looks so. I wonder who…

Eliza: Who do you think is the cutest?? 🥰

Ines: Hmm… I guess I’d go with Jamil. He’s a great competitor. I never really think about romance and all that stuff though..

Grace: Oh my god😜😜 JAMIL!! INES-

Ines: GRACE! SHUT UP!

Jamil: Ye what is it?

Ines: I wanted to tell you that we should work together on building a table while the others go get candles and stuff..

Jamil: Sure! I think thats smart considering we are the 2 strongest.

Maxim: (to Jamil) Now’s you’re chance!

*MIGHTY WIZARDS*

Tamia: Ugh, this haunted house is easy. Who would even be afraid of this crap?

Pietro: B-bro.. I’m soo s-s-scareddd!!

Roman: I know right d-d-dude!!

Pauline: Of what, that fake web, or the warewolf that’s clearly Chris in disguise?

Chris: I’m not Chris.. Im.. rawr…

Boris: Dwaeji was eliminated in episode one. Nobody should be pretending to be furries now.

*4TH THING*

Eddy: You think this contest is for me to win over Sigita?

Kenny: No, dude, it’s probably for Wyatt. They got a date tonight.

Sigita: Oh, Wyatt, let’s make this date setup perfect!

Wyatt: You got it babez.. 🤣😂😂🤣😂

Rajiv: I’ll get roses!

*4th Thing makes a beautiful table and chairs overlooking the studio on a balcony, perfectly lined up with the sunset.*

Chris: And… 4th Thing is SAFE!

*FEARLESS WARRIORS*

Cece: Ugh, please… This challenge is making me nauseous. Lovebirds, fess up and don’t you dare end up like season 2 Geoff and Bridgette! 

Leopold: It’s me and Francesca! We were going to have a date last night but we moved it to tonight after I hurt my leg. Anyway, let’s get this date up and running!

Fredrick: We knew it was you and someone. I don’t have time for any women. But don’t call me “asexual” since I’m not part of any alphabet mafia. 🍷🍷���🗿🗿

Taniyah: Girl, we knew about this since last episode. Plus nobody would wanna get with you 🤭

Charlotte: Francesca, let’s make your date ethereal!

Cece: (to Self) I’ve seen these couples before. If I wanna win, I just gotta get one of them off, the other one will just be weak until they get eliminated. Easy peasy! I have a plan, but sadly it involves Fredrick.

Francesca: Oh, Leo, this date will be perfect!

*Fast forward a few hours, Mighty Wizards have completed the haunted house, its between Ferocious Monsters and Fearless Warriors*

*FEROCIOUS MONSTERS*

Eliza: Well, one of us should confess if we want to actually make use of this place.

Jamil: I should confess… Ines! You’ve been a wonderful companion, may you want to go on the date with me?

Ines: Oh! Uh… sure!

Eliza: (To Ines) That didn’t sound too confident…

Ines: (Back to Eliza) Well for all we know, he could just like me platonically! Plus, he could grow on me…

Jamil: Let’s finish this! Let’s not be last! Again…

Ferocious Monsters: YEAH!

*FEARLESS WARRIORS*

*The team has built a dark wooden table, 2 chairs, and have prepared a wooden wall painted red. The table is lit with a candle*

Taniyah: This table gonna be amazing!

Cece: (To self) This should be easy.

*She “accidentally” trips into thin wall, making it crash onto the table, and it sets on fire*

Fredrick: Oh no!! Our table!! 🤣🤣🤣😂😂 It’s broken!! 🍷🍷🗿🗿

Francesca: It’s okay, Leo. We can still bring some of the set chairs by the river and dine on the pier!

Leopold: Sounds great! As long as your there!

Chris: FEARLESS WARRIORS LOSE! See you at the ceremony tonight!

Eliza: We should still finish this up. Let’s give Jamil & Ines a great date!

(A few hours later, the 2 tables are ready for Wyatt & Sigita, and Jamil & Ines)

Jamil: This is nice.

Ines: Yeah!

(Francesca goes by the dock and sets up the chairs)

Francesca: Alright, Leo had no injuries, so there should be no problem!

(As like last time, time passes by, and Leopold is nowhere to be seen)

Francesca: Ugh, what now? Does he not want to see me? Is he shy? *Francesca walks back to the cabin*

*Francesca walks up to the boys’ side, and hears talking between Leo and Fredrick*

Francesca: I don’t wanna eavesdrop but…

*Francesca listens closely*

Leopold: Yeah man, I’m glad I dodged a bullet Francesca, what an idiot woman!

*The two laugh*

Francesca: *gasps loudly* WHAT?! 

(The two hear her and open the door)

Frederick: Look, it’s that stupid woman🍷🍷🗿🗿

Francesca: LEOPOLD! HOW COULD YOU?! 

*Flash to her, Charlotte, and Taniyah*

Charlotte: Oh my! He just insulted like that?

Taniyah: We should vote him out tonight. Who’s with me?

The three: I!

(Elimination Ceremony. The seven up for elimination are:

Cece, the Popular Girl,

Charlotte, the Stoicist,

Fangxiu, the Flop Icon,

Francesca, the Normal Girl,

Fredrick, the Sigma,

Leopold, the Track Runner and

Taniyah, the Baddie)

Chris: Okay, the seven of you have casted your votes! If I call your name, you will be safe, and you will get a “Golden Chris Award”!

FANGXIU!

Fangxiu: SLAY 😍😍😍

CECE!

Cece: Yes!

TANIYAH!

Taniyah: Yay!

CHARLOTTE!

Charlotte: Phew!

FREDRICK!

Fredrick: Skibidi Rizz Ohio 🍷🗿🗿

Chris: The last two unsafe: the supposed lovebirds now conflicted. The last one safe is…

Fangxiu: WAITTT 😘😘😱😱!! *Jiafei Scream* ITS NOT THEIR DOING! ITS CECE’S!!

Francesca, Leopold & Cece: What?!

Fangxiu: I’LL TELL U 🥰

*Flashback to a bit before the date*

*Cece knocks on boys’ cabin door*

Fredrick: What do you want? 🍷🗿

Cece: Hey… What’s Leopold doing, he looks busy?

Fredrick: He’s getting ready for some date. Why? 🗿

Cece: A date!? But isn’t your entire “sigma” thing about ignoring and belittling women?

Fredrick: Oh. True.. Well… Uh..- 🍷🗿🗿 You know what? I will teach him the true side of women! He seems gullible enough!

Cece: That’s good! Thanks for hating on my gender! Anyway, the reason why I was here is because Francesca was about to set up Leopold. She wasn’t really going to go! Her kindness is a façade!

Fredrick: Really? Lemme tell em. HEY LEO!

Leopold: Yeah?

Fredrick: Francesca was setting you up! She’s not really kind! Cece heard her bragging with her friends that you were being set up! Why don’t the three vote Francesca tonight?

Leopold: Wait… what..? Really?! Ugh.. You know what? I WILL vote her tonight! 

Cece: Great! See you then! *Leaves*

Fredrick: Now you know the true side of women. Men are superior 🍷🗿

Leopold: Yeah man, I’m glad I dodged a bullet Francesca, what an idiot woman!

*The two laugh*

Cece: Oh, it’s easy to manipulate them like that. Bye bye, Leo & Franny!

Fangxiu: *Spying from distance* GASP!! 😰 CECE IS TRICKING THEM? NOT CECE IN HER GASLIGHTING ERA 😍

*Back to present*

Fangxiu: SO TO ANSWER THIS MESS… LEOPOLD ISN’T THE WRONG ONE, AND FRANCESCA ISN’T THE WRONG ONE! ITS… CECE!

Chris: Okay, cute, but I don’t care! Leo got four votes from Cece, Charlotte, Francesca, and Taniyah. Seeya Leo!

Francesca: WAIT!! I’m sorry Leo, I didn’t know the full story.. I can’t believe I got you eliminated!! I’m so sorry… I hope you can forgive me.

Leopold: It’s okay, maybe we can go on a date after the contest?

Francesca: You know it! Just don’t be so gullible next time!

*The two chuckle before…

Will Smith Robot: KEEEEEP. MY WIIIIFE’S. NAAAME. OUUUTCHA. FREEEAKING. MOUUTH!!!

Leopold: *goes flying* AAAAAAILOVEYOU!AHHHHHH!!!

Taniyah: Sorry we got him out girl..

Francesca: It’s okay, you didn’t know any better. Maybe next time I should handle my anger better. And you, Cece! Why did you do that?!

Cece: Cuz this is a game of survival, only the strongest get to move on. If you’re dependent you’ll eventually fall!

Charlotte: Good lord, dear. You know it’s bad when it sounds like something Fredrick would say.

Fredrick: I mean… She’s true.. 🍷🗿

Francesca: And Fangxiu… thank you for giving us this info, even though its too late. 

Fangxiu: SORRY 😔😔😔 I WAS TO BUSY USING MY ROSE TOY-

Chris: And that’s it for the most dramatic episode of Total Drama Movies yet! If you want even more drama, stay tuned because next episode…

*Drumroll*

THE VIEWERS ARE VOTING!!

*Everyone gasps*

Chris: Don’t miss it, it’s this Sunday! Right here, on TOTAL! DRAMA! MOVIES!

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So, 4th episode down! I wanted to have viewer voting on the first episode, but I wanted to set a lot of the characters up before anything. Anyway, stay tuned for tomorrow's episode, Episode 5! Due to viewer voting however, this series will now become weekly. Make sure to like, follow, comment, and show support for the series if you want to see more! See you tomorrow!

[milla-frenchy]

Yeeeees a new chapter 😍🙏 And an amazing one, as usual ❤️

You try not to think about why. Why this terrifying apex predator is treating you more like a teddy bear than a snack. Why you’re not more afraid, why you find yourself absentmindedly petting him and putting up no argument as he shuffles you around as he pleases.

Love this 😍😍😍

“Is this all you did all day before, too?” you ask quietly one afternoon, tired of the way your brain rots and drips out from between your thighs. Sitting here in the silence, with nothing to distract you from his oaky musk, has you leaking that thin, sticky slick like a faucet. He doesn’t seem to mind that you’re dampening the mattress.

Gosh that's hot

This time, he does growl, a soft warning of a thing. The wolf doesn’t want the man, and the man doesn’t want you. Or, well. He does. That’s the problem, after all. His human mind stays stubbornly shut, content to let the beast deal with you instead.

And this duality 😍😍😍

Even worse? He likes you a little nervous. It makes him nauseous and giddy at the same time. 

jfc, I LOVE when a man is tormented

The man comes back. His graying hair is ruffled and damp; little droplets of water still cling to his chest and flatten the hair on his stomach. You keep your eyes above the waist, but not quick enough to unsee the way his heavy, flaccid cock lies thick against the plush bed of his balls. It twitches under your gaze, which you lift to find his on you, dark and full of warning. 

You already offered this in a wip but re re reading it, omg "his heavy, flaccid cock lies thick against the plush bed of his balls." I'm screaming

“Did you hear me, girl? I need to talk to you. And you need to listen.” “Hi Joel, nice to see you; it’s been a while,” you say instead. He rolls his eyes. “I’ve been here the whole damn time.” “Incredibly convenient that when you want to talk, you can be a person, but when I’m bored and lonely in here with your furry ass, you can’t be bothered.”

🤭 I really love her

“Did you hear me, girl? I need to talk to you. And you need to listen.” “Hi Joel, nice to see you; it’s been a while,” you say instead. He rolls his eyes. “I’ve been here the whole damn time.” “Incredibly convenient that when you want to talk, you can be a person, but when I’m bored and lonely in here with your furry ass, you can’t be bothered.”

🤣 They're funny. Too bad they're... in captivity 🥲

“We ain’t got time for this,” he says.

Not fic related, but the way I saw and heard game Joel in the hospital when he shoots the guard, when I read this 😍

“Dude. You howl at the fucking moon. You turn into a huge hairy beast, all ‘the better to eat you with’ style, like, you’re a motherfucking werewolf.”  He sits down, shaking his head. “Can you quit it?” he barks. Well, not literally. You’ve heard him literally bark. This is just rude. 

Fuck, I love it so much

This time, though, your grandma isn’t waiting on the other side. There’s only the big bad wolf. 

omg, Toni, this!!!

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I know,” he repeats. “I’ve got ya. It’s gonna be okay.” 

OMG!!! (how many times did I write omg???)

(please don't hate me for leaving you hanging or for the fact that chapter six will be on a bit of a delay and will likely not be finished until mid-september to october. remember that i love you!!)

I love you and could never hate you ❤️❤️ Take your time, we'll be here 🙏😘

of rage and ruin - chapter five

of rage and ruin series

chapter five

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werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader

word count: 3.7k

summary: the moon brings about a new change for you and joel.

chapter warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, a/b/o, alpha/omega dynamics, omegaverse, captivity, canon-typical violence, genre-typical violence, horror themes, graphic violence, abuse by captors (not by either joel or reader), depiction of injury, body horror, typical raider/hunter behavior, mention of cordyceps, angst, viewer discretion is advised

also on ao3

dividers by @saradika-graphics

When the moon ebbs enough for him to let go of the creature, you’ve been a frequent visitor in his cell. They never leave you overnight, and most days, you’re in your room for breakfast and dinner (though you’re slightly better fed in his).

Like clockwork, the wolf has curled around you, an ever-present inner tube to float you through the endless days. There’s not much to do here in captivity, no enrichment in your enclosure, so instead, you pet his fur and watch the way his eyes follow noises from the upper floor that you can’t hear. He knows when they’re coming far before you do, not that it matters. Not that you can do anything to protect yourselves, to prepare for them.

He doesn’t use his tongue on you again. Maybe it should be comforting, that he was just helping, or that he just had a thirst for blood, but it’s not. Cheryl’s question pecks at your brain until it weeps.

Why hasn’t he done… that? You would have said he wasn’t the type, wasn’t that out of control, wasn’t a real monster. 

But she said he had done it before. Claimed, violated another omega. 

And he still hasn’t taken the fucking chance to explain anything to you. 

You grow tired of it near the new moon. 

He’s corralled you away from the cold corner where your cage used to be, a goal you only figured out when he put his teeth on the chain between your handcuffs and began to pull you after ages of nudging had left you both frustrated at the inability to communicate. 

Now you sit nestled in the embrace of his great, furry body on his mattress. It is, admittedly, more comfortable than you’ve been since they took you. The mattress sucks, but it hurts your ass less than the tile, and your back yearns to rest there instead of the locker room bench. 

He curls the bulk of his body in the corner, you tucked within, but it was never meant for two humans, let alone one human and one… more than human. His elongated, thick limbs spill out over the edge, but it gets easier every day to look at him without feeling nauseated by the sheer otherness of his mutated body.

And he’s warm. It’s fucking frigid down here, and your sports bra and thin cotton panties do little to ease the shivers. But the wolf is warm and soft and mostly content to let you doze there. 

You try not to think about why. Why this terrifying apex predator is treating you more like a teddy bear than a snack. Why you’re not more afraid, why you find yourself absentmindedly petting him and putting up no argument as he shuffles you around as he pleases.

“Is this all you did all day before, too?” you ask quietly one afternoon, tired of the way your brain rots and drips out from between your thighs. Sitting here in the silence, with nothing to distract you from his oaky musk, has you leaking that thin, sticky slick like a faucet. He doesn’t seem to mind that you’re dampening the mattress.

Joel huffs, a puff of hot air ruffling the fur on his arm where his head is resting. Despite your frequent naps, you don’t seem to have taken to his crepusculent nature yet. He rumbles, not quite a growl, and closes his eyes so you get the hint.

You don’t. It’s not long before he feels your pointy finger jabbing at his side. “Hey,” you say. “Why haven’t you turned back?”

This time, he does growl, a soft warning of a thing. The wolf doesn’t want the man, and the man doesn’t want you. Or, well. He does. That’s the problem, after all. His human mind stays stubbornly shut, content to let the beast deal with you instead.

It becomes impossible to ignore. He spends his days wrapped around you, trying to ease the tiny tremors. But you’re cold, so cold, and even his body heat isn’t enough. 

In fact, it almost makes it worse when he has to get up, leaving you alone on the little bed with scraps to wear. 

Joel doesn’t make requests. He doesn’t debase himself to beg them for anything. When he has to? Sure. He has and will again someday humiliate himself for water. But never for anything remotely unnecessary. 

But you’re cold. 

Now, his reticence makes this harder. He doesn’t ask for things, so they know they’ve won already when he does. 

They made him care about this girl, about you, and he can’t hide it. Can’t hide from it. Can’t protect you, can’t protect himself from their manipulations. 

But they’ve known since they brought you in. They knew they figured it out and had him made when he got territorial. 

So not only do they make him beg, they make him work for it. 

It’s only the new moon when he asks, and they make him wait.

Two weeks. He can’t take it. 

The wolf doesn’t let him sleep often; he just paces. Paces and paces and paces, even though it makes you a little nervous.

Even worse? He likes you a little nervous. It makes him nauseous and giddy at the same time. 

But cold? That’s just unacceptable. 

Protect, the wolf whispers. Provide. 

The man comes back. His graying hair is ruffled and damp; little droplets of water still cling to his chest and flatten the hair on his stomach. You keep your eyes above the waist, but not quick enough to unsee the way his heavy, flaccid cock lies thick against the plush bed of his balls. It twitches under your gaze, which you lift to find his on you, dark and full of warning. 

You shouldn’t be this affected. He’s been walking around nude the whole time you’ve been here. And yet, there’s a rush of warmth flooding you, a tell-tale beat at your core.

Oh. No, it’s an actual flood of warmth. The apple blossom tang of your slick is strong enough that you can smell it, the glistening of your thighs and matted hair between betraying you.

His brows pinch, lip caught between teeth. “We need to talk.”

It’s funny—the universal dread behind those words. This is not when your mother sat you down to break the news of your dog’s passing; this is not when your high school boyfriend decided to have that conversation in a bottlenecked hallway outside the cafeteria. This is a virtual stranger, and yet, that phrase still sends your heart rate skittering and your stomach seizing. 

You don’t realize you’ve frozen up until he makes a very irritating tch-tch with his tongue against his teeth. 

“Did you hear me, girl? I need to talk to you. And you need to listen.”

“Hi Joel, nice to see you; it’s been a while,” you say instead.

He rolls his eyes. “I’ve been here the whole damn time.”

“Incredibly convenient that when you want to talk, you can be a person, but when I’m bored and lonely in here with your furry ass, you can’t be bothered.”

“First of all,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his face like he’s already exhausted, “you talked plenty for the both of us. Second—” He glares as you open your mouth indignantly— “ second, this is important. And it’s important now.”

You shut your mouth. 

“Oh, good, you do know how,” he mutters.

“I’m sorry, is my presence here a bother? Let me just pack up and go home. Oh, wait.” 

You don’t know why you’re doing this. The residual bitterness you had scrubbed clean from your lungs is bubbling anew. How dare he have an attitude with you?

He growls. Honest to god growls, even though he’s human, because he can’t truly be, really. Not anymore. The lines between wolf and man are not as fortified as he likes to pretend.

They never really were.

That’s neither here nor there to Joel right now, though. What matters is that you knock this off and listen . “We ain’t got time for this,” he says. “I shoulda realized sooner, but I didn’t. I don’t know how much time we got, but I ain’t about to let you go into this blind.” 

Your anger is snuffed by his icy tone, making way for the dread to creep back in. 

He sits down with a huff, bare ass on the cold, cratered floor, putting a good half the room between you. A spike of guilt at having stolen his bed rises. At least you have underwear to put between you and the tile. 

The guilt festers when he tosses you a small gray bundle. 

It’s a blanket.

It’s worn and torn, certainly, and it’s thin. But it’s a blanket. 

You’re actually speechless, looking up at him and opening and closing your mouth like a fish. 

“Don’t make a big deal about it,” he says gruffly, so you shut your mouth and nod.

“Thanks,” is all you say, and he grunts in response. 

You run your hands over the soft fleece and bite your lip. It seems less important to listen to him right now than it is to spread the blanket out on the mattress. You’re aware of his wary stare as you change the positioning over and over before uselessly fluffing the sad, flat pillow and setting it at the top of the bed. 

“Shit,” he says. “We got less time than I thought.”

Once you’re satisfied with your one and only “home decoration,” you settle back on the mattress and regard him. “Before what?”

“Before your heat, baby,” he says with forced caution. 

Your brain fizzles, like holding Pop Rocks in the back of your throat, when he calls you baby. You should be pissed. If it were any other man calling you something like that apropos of nothing, you’d be pissed.

But Joel says it, and you lose your train of thought. 

For all that you’ve malfunctioned from it, Joel doesn’t seem to notice the slip of his tongue. He’s watching you expectantly, which brings the rest of his sentence to the surface.

“Before what?” you say, even though deep down, you know. Even if you didn’t have context for the word, you feel it. What was a low simmer is molten, now, as it churns in your abdomen, leaking from your cunt. 

He grimaces. “I know how this is gonna sound. I promise I’m not tryin’ to pull anything over on ya,” he says, hands raised in supplication. “But you gotta know before it’s too late.”

His jaw ticks as he chews on the words he doesn’t want to taste before spitting them out between you. “Look, it ain’t like anyone knows a whole lot about our… conditions. But that’s what they call it.” He glances up at the ceiling, no doubt listening to the raiders stomping around above. “Best guess is a biological breeding imperative. But you’re going to get real… needy. It’s gonna hurt. And I’m not going to be able to stop myself. ” 

You consider this, turning it over and over like a gas station hot dog roller. The image of his cock fits a little too well there, but that’s the long and short of it, isn’t it? 

Well. There isn’t anything short about it. No, you can’t follow that path right now. You blink and notice he’s staring, waiting for some kind of— any kind of reaction, and clear your throat. “Why?”

You’re not really sure what you’re asking, just looking to take whatever semblance of an answer he can muster.

“Because it’s going to hurt you, and you’re going to beg me to help, and I’m not gonna be able to say no.”

“That seems wildly unfair to you.”

He sputters. “To-to me? Aren’t you listening? I’m telling you I’m going to lose control and violate you while you’re vulnerable, and you’re worried about what’s fair to me?” 

“Well, it’s obviously unfair to me too,” you counter. “But, like. Okay, whatever, far be it for me to think you should have some say in this.” 

He scrubs his hand over his face, scratches at his beard, and heaves a heavy sigh. A three-for-one in what you’re starting to understand as Joel for “Jesus fucking Christ.”

He completes the set for you. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, and then glowers when you snort a wry laugh. 

He stands up and paces. It’s the first time you’ve really seen him behave like the wolf while remaining the man. It also, unfortunately, makes it very hard not to look at his cock. He catches you looking and groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Sorry,” you say, shifting uncomfortably on the mattress. 

“Ain’t your fault,” he says, resuming his figure eight. 

You sit, picking at the skin around the nailbed of your left index finger until it bleeds, bringing it to your mouth to soothe the sting. 

“Don’t do that,” he scolds when the blood blossoms, but you’re too lost in the realization of what’s coming to listen.

“It’s going to hurt?” you ask finally.

“Yeah, it’s going to fucking hurt,” he snaps and then sighs, shoulders slumping a little. “It’s going to make you feel like you’ll die if you don’t… if I don’t…” 

“So, hold up. You get super strength, super hearing, super sharp teeth, and like mighty morphin fursuit powers, and I get… so horny it hurts?”

“What is wrong with you?” he mutters, but you ignore him.

“That’s so fucked. Is there anything cool about being an… an omega?” You don’t like the shape of the word on your tongue, spitting it out. It leaves behind a caustic taste.

“You’re more likely to carry to term successfully than human women,” he says flatly.

The caustic feeling spreads to the twitch of your lip. “Oh, come on. Fucking typical FEDRA. They accidentally created werewolves with a side dose of sexism.”

His jaw ticks. “First of all, we ain’t werewolves. ”

“Uh, you are. You, for sure, are a werewolf,” you interrupt.

The line between his brow deepens, like this conversation is taking years off his life. “Don’t say that,” he says, closing his eyes. “Do not say that again.”

“Dude. You howl at the fucking moon. You turn into a huge hairy beast, all ‘the better to eat you with’ style, like, you’re a motherfucking werewolf.” 

He sits down, shaking his head. “Can you quit it?” he barks. Well, not literally. You’ve heard him literally bark. This is just rude. 

Except, there’s a teeny, tiny quirk to the corner of his mouth. “Anyway,” he grunts. “It ain’t sexist. Anyone can be an omega.”

“Ok, but still. You get superpowers, and I get a super uterus.”

“I didn’t say it was fair."

You sigh. 

“You’re being remarkably calm,” he notes, a little less gruffness and a little more concern in his tone.

“I can panic if you’d like,” you say with a wry grin. “It just doesn’t seem like it’ll help matters.”

“You’re getting complacent,” he counters.

“I learned it by watching you,” you say, mimicking the higher inflection.

He narrows his eyes. “You ain’t old enough to remember that commercial,” he says.

“You don’t have a clue how old I am,” you counter. There’s a surprising lightness in your chest. For all that you and Joel haven’t really spoken beyond the few tense encounters, talking to him is almost fun. 

Or maybe you’re really that deep in the Stockholm Syndrome now.

Is it still Stockholm Syndrome if he’s not your captor? Because you sure aren’t warming up to Jim and Cheryl. 

When you look back up at Joel, he’s watching you with furrowed brows and a deep-set scowl, the lines around his mouth like cracks in a sidewalk. 

It’s haunting, his seriousness. 

“What happened to your last omega?” you ask, finally letting the ghoul out from under your bed, hoping his words will disperse it.

“I killed him,” Joel says flatly. 

“Oh.”

The silence settles again, less like a shawl and more like the space between the crackle of the intercom summoning you to the principal’s office and the long walk down the empty hall. 

This time, though, your grandma isn’t waiting on the other side. There’s only the big bad wolf. 

“I didn’t mean to,” he says after a long while. “It was different. He wasn’t mine. But that doesn’t mean you’re safe.”

“What do you mean he wasn’t yours? I’m… also not yours.”

Joel grimaces, which only serves to let the shadows twist his face further. “Yeah, ya are,” he says solemnly. “Sorry. But ya’ve been mine since they brought you in here. Or, the beast’s, anyway.”

His words settle in your stomach like the Edmund Fitzgerald, and all you can do is watch from the dry side of a glass-bottomed tour boat. You’ve been mine since they brought you in here. 

There’s not much room left in you for levity, now. 

“So that’s it?” you say quietly. “What, I’m going to just have to hope you don’t tear me to shreds while you… while you…”

“I don’t think it’ll hurt you,” he says of his other half. You find the way he speaks of himself so perplexing. You tend to split them, too, but for him to see himself in fragments is enlightening. 

And sad. 

“But…” he sighs, the burden of what he’s about to ask of you sinking its teeth in, “you can’t fight me. You gotta just… shit, you gotta just take it. If you fight, it might fight back.”

His gruff baritone and its potent words, the low hint of a twang and the undercurrent of a klaxon, put your stomach through a cotton candy machine, wrapping the tendrils of your anxiety into a nice bundle to choke on. 

He sees the fear in your eyes and oh, he hates it. The wolf is snapping its jaw around his neck for it. How dare he scare you like this? How dare he threaten his girl? The beast is all teeth and fury and protect protect protect and he doesn’t even notice the change start until you suddenly say, “don’t.”

Don’t. 

That’s all it takes.

You watch as the claws recede along with his fur. 

“That’s not fair,” you whisper. “You stay here and talk to me about it.”

It stings much in the same way as the time he accidently got his jaws around a porcupine. It was early days in his new life, and in the height of starving season. His desperation cost him then but he wouldn’t let it now. 

He settles back down, gritting his teeth. “You’re right. It ain’t fair,” he agrees. “Ain’t nothin’ about this fair to you.”

When it comes, it bears no warning. Maybe because it’s your first heat, you don’t recognize the signs. 

True to his word, the man has stayed, though he warned you he couldn’t keep the beast at bay for long. The gibbous is waxing, fattening, bloating above you each night and it’s nearly sounded its call when the fever takes you.

You’re in your room when your abdomen seizes with the first cramp. There’s no mistaking it for your period. It comes with purpose, with rage, the sole horseman of your downfall.

Okay, maybe downfall is a little dramatic. 

But you have barely had time to gasp at the wrenching of your insides before he’s calling out to you from across the hall. 

You don’t answer, gritting your teeth as you throb at the sound of his voice, and he calls, instead, for them. 

He’s never addressed them first, never voiced a need, never invited them into your subterranean den willingly.

And you know.

“Fucking disgusting,” Jim scoffs as he unlocks the door to your room. 

“Don’t touch her,” Joel snaps, pressed against the bars with both hands wrapped tightly around them. 

You think Jim makes some kind of threat toward you, but there’s none needed. It doesn’t occur to you to run, which haunts you later. In the haze of your aching body, every muscle tensed and ready, you let the call of the moon draw you to Joel, grabbing for his hands through the bars as soon as you can reach.

There’s something in his eyes that you don’t want to see. Something too close to pity, so you don’t look at his face. 

Jim has to snap at you both and threaten the shock collar to get you to move away from the door. Joel, still mostly sound of mind, moves obediently to the back of the cell as Jim opens it, letting you stumble past the barrier before the clang echoes. 

Joel catches you before you fall, and you grasp his forearms. The room is warm, suffocatingly so, and he looks increasingly concerned with each passing second. 

“Too hot,” you whine, still digging your fingernails into his roughened flesh, the gruff hair a balm to your itchy, ill-fitting skin. Your body yearns for the change, to shift and settle into something closer to him, closer to what the moon wants you to be.

“I know,” he croons, sinking to his knees and holding you with your back to his chest, legs sprawled. His hand cards through your hair, brushing it from your sweat-laden skin. You catch his hand in both of yours, holding it up in front of you and following the lines of his palm, letting your fingertips test the tip of his claws, stroking the hair on the back of each finger.

“So thick,” you marvel.

He sighs, hot breath skittering across the back of your neck. “How’re you so far gone already,” he mutters, not really a question. 

Your head spins. “I’m right here,” you say, eliciting another sigh. 

“I know,” he placates again before he does something that sends your whole body into overdrive.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I know,” he repeats. “I’ve got ya. It’s gonna be okay.” 

It isn’t, you think, as the twitching of your shoulders and legs sets off quiet alarms. It isn’t, because there’s no coming back from this. You know this, but right now? Here, in his arms, with his quiet rumbling voice and that kiss? Well, what happens next just isn’t your problem.

He inhales deeply, his lips still pressed to your head, and it slips from you without warning, without intent.

“Alpha,” you whimper on pure instinct, and he knows.

Oh, he knows.

It’s too late for either of you, now. 

(please don't hate me for leaving you hanging or for the fact that chapter six will be on a bit of a delay and will likely not be finished until mid-september to october. remember that i love you!!)

[thewertsearch]

Asks Compilation 27/6

I’ve heard about this! They’re both games about building up your house, so they’re a natural fit. Do send those games along when I get to the point when you can!

It’s just like being a furry - sure, it seems weird, but many subcultures do. There’s not really anything wrong with weirdness, after all. 

They’re a street gang, and they’re led by Gamzee himself. Watch out, Markiplier. 

The whole thesis of the music video is a celebration of everyday miracles. 

Sure, it’s presented in a pretty bizarre way, but there is a good point there - life is full of things that, by rights, should never stop impressing us. 

Jade + AC = future Juggalos? 

Look. All I’m saying is: have you memorized Maxwell’s equations?

Jokes aside, I guess it’s pretty easy not to know how magnets work when you explicitly don’t listen to scientists...

I didn’t even know there was one, to be honest.

It’s not unrealistic to see these thirteen-year-olds from 2009 dropping slurs, but I try not to include them in the commentary. 

Bec is the invincible Super Dog, and he will help her complete the level. He’s even white! 

Blue-bloods scoff at the low-brow Daedric, and Red-bloods think anyone who uses original script is stuffy and boring.

Thanks!! I’m finding I’m enjoying this project more with every Act. There’s just so much to get into with this comic!

It occurs to me that the later you find this blog, the more of a backlog you have to catch up on. Which, depending on your perspective, can be another positive!

As for the ‘sona.. to be honest, it’s taken a lot of willpower not to pause the liveblog and make a full fanfiction for her Sburb adventures. 🤣 Guess I need all the Sburb lore to do that, though, and it’s fun to slowly develop her session as we slowly learn how sessions work. 

Aw, shucks. Honestly, I haven’t really done any sprite art in years, but when I was answering the Alchemy ask, I realized I just had to depict these items I was coming up with!

Btdubs, I used Aseprite for all the art, including the gifs. Highly recommend it. 

Oh, dang it, I didn’t even notice! Gotta amend the script a little, because that might cause some problems with interpreting the text down the line. 

He kind of is that, isn’t he? 

This was my full prediction for Gamzee’s personality, based solely on his username. The guy isn’t exactly a thrill-seeker, but he is a sopor addict with little concern for his health. Once again, these usernames really say a lot. 

Yeah, if you actually think about what’s happening in John’s case, you can make an argument that his entry was the most stressful of all. He was the first in, and understood his situation the least, while Rose and Dave at least had the benefit of knowing what an Entry was. 

I didn’t think to interpret John’s hesitation to bite the apple as a deer-in-headlights response, but, now that I think about it, that may have been exactly what was happening. 

No, but now I wish it was.

Sally official title CONFIRMED as Chef of Food. 

Since it’s not Terezi, I don’t think any of the trolls we’ve seen so far are Vriska - the vibes aren’t right. I think it’s one of the five trolls we haven’t heard from yet...

Dimple, eh? I hope he doesn’t start possessing people, like some other Dimples I know...

* Smells like SC4L3M4T3S. 

That’s one of my favorite Undertale quotes, and it’s only fitting that it be a Terezi reference. 

I actually don’t remember fighting that dude in Undertale, but yep, apparently it’s a Hotland spawn. The references never end!

Thank you! Had a ton of fun making those items. 

I’ll hopefully be making more of them, down the line - maybe next time my Kidsona will try to make meta-items incorporating the Alchemiter, Kernelsprites, etc? 

Act 5 has been a great demonstration of dramatic irony. We know all the trolls will end up in the same session, and we know the session is doomed - the only thing we don’t know is how we got to that point.

Why does this feel like something Terezi would actually do?

And yeah, the gradual reveal that all of Terezi’s bizarre behavior with the kids was her actual personality is one of the best and most understated bits in the comic so far. 

Terezi would fit really well in the Ace Attorney universe - either as one of the many unhinged human lawyers, or as a straight-up alien in a crossover game. 

I honestly feel like Terezi would make a really good lawyer irl, with the proper training. Her mannerisms wouldn’t be a problem if she had talent - and I think she has talent. 

Heh. To be honest, the Witch class has always been the one that sounds the coolest to me. Bard and Maid are in joint second place, but I just love the irony of a technically-minded Player getting a mystically-flavored class - just like Jade did, I suppose!

[soulvee-animationz]

I fucking hate online cringe compilations and shit so fucking much, the vast majority of it is just making fun of kids being kids, or just people having a fun time online doing what they wanna do

You made fnaf shipping animations back in 2014? You’re a furry? You make cosplay TikToks? You interact with any indie fandom? You make OC x Canon stuff? You have overpowered sparklefurry ocs? You deserve to be burned at the stake for doing a thing that you enjoy ☺️☺️☺️

It’s stupid that the majority of this hate towards children comes from a lot of adult men (I’m sure there’s adult women out there that make cringe compilation channels and stupid shit like that, just from what I’ve seen it’s primarily a male audience that does this), and it’s all the same stalk generic content

Quote on quote “cringe” animations generally have a decent artstyle, or at the very least an apparent “This is a beginner artist child’s animation work” sorta feel to them, and are usually met with a bunch of annoying 2020’s meme edits of some guy looking in disappointment or some dog or something along the lines of that. It’s all the same generic edits, meanwhile thread artists, cosplayers, writers, pour hours into their craft, just to have it torn to shreds for no reason

It’s part of why the internet in the 2010’s was so toxic, because it was mainly just everyone dogpillling and making fun of kids/teens online

And I hate people using the excuse of “eDgY hUmOr” to prevent any negative feedback on these things. No, it’s not edgy humor, it’s not comedy, it’s called you just being a dick for no reason. I especially hate commentary/movie review channels where all of their jokes just revolve around the most edgy forms of humor, it’s become so overused it’s like beating a dead horse

Literally one of the channels I saw posting fucking fnaf cringe compilations was called “The Epic Furry Hunter”, like yes, please hunt me down and shoot me in the head for enjoying drawing anthropomorphic animals /sarc

I feel like I’m complaining over batshit nothing because some adult guy could probably be like “lol average tumblr user 🤣”, post it on twitter and get a bunch of positive responses, but I’m genuinely kinda pissed over this shit

Just let people have fun online damnit, let’s just end cringe comps and shut up for once, I am sick and tired of them

[raindrop-on-a-spiderweb]

I wanna ask 18,19, 24,25, 28,37 and 39!! I'm so excited to hear your answers ❤️

18. Okay, I'm going to go with one from Wayfaring Daughter, most specifically Rosannah's exorcism of Clement Beaufort in the attic. When I first started writing the scene, the exorcism was more pagan and magical–halfway through writing I realized that the ritual wasn't what banished his ghost, but Rosannah's force of will. So I went with something simple she would have been familiar with as a Pentecostal in the early 1900s--The Lord's Prayer--and kept the focus on her.

19. Ever since I was a child I always made up stories in my head, especially at bedtime to help myself go to sleep. I decided around the age of ten or so to start putting them down on paper, in those metal-ringed notebooks you use for homework. At the time I was a very big fan of Redwall, Warriors, etcetera, so I mostly wrote about wolf packs, rats, anthropomorphic animals and such (it's amazing I never turned into a furry). Eventually I started typing them on my family's dinosaur computer, and never looked back.

There are always bumps on the way–I tried publishing my stories on various websites (also doing that still lol), but none of the stories really took off until archiveofourown. Someone who I loathe actually found one of my stories/diary and tried to publish it, and that was a huge violation of my privacy for someone who I very much did not want to be privy to it, and I quit writing for a while after that. Now I'm paranoid as hell when it comes to people I know knowing what I write.

I'm still happily writing and I don't plan to quit for the foreseeable future. Once I get Ragnatela fixed up I'm planning to publish on Amazon, as well as perhaps releasing some of my short stories in an anthology (or separately, I'm not sure yet). I can't deny I feel terrible about taking them offline, as so many people have enjoyed them for free. 😔

24. I put in a decent amount of prep work but try not to go overboard. Prep work mostly consists of notes, sources and one "big idea" I build the story around. I have a lot of unfinished ideas, and if I decide I want to pursue it, I go hard and start researching/really fleshing it out, but if I decide I don't want to write it, then they just stay notes. I find the prep work is often even more fun than actually writing the story, because you can freely play around and experiment with the plot and pick and choose what aspects you want to put in the story, as opposed to when you start writing it and the plot is set in iron.

25. I usually try and make all details relevant to the story, lol!! But not all of them make it in. I'm trying to think… I was about to say "Patience liking Frank Sinatra" but that's actually relevant as Salvatore's resemblance to him is one of reasons why she's attracted to him. Flora being a flapper? If it doesn't pop up in the next few chapters, Blondie had a Cane Corso as a young boy.

28. Linney Belle, I love her character development from being somber and withdrawn to a child hero. She's so vulnerable yet her journey from being mistrustful and abused to finally becoming attached to and loving a mother figure, I find so sweet. She's a rare character whose development goes "up", instead of down like most of the female main characters.

37. Probably along the same lines as people like Samuel Richardson. Not an artist, not The Great Author Of Our Time, but someone with serviceable prose who fills a gap of content that people want. I don't know whether erotica will ever become mainstream, but if it does, they might look upon me in a better light. But I still think they'd think I was a little crazy though, and preoccupied with misandry and rape 😅

39. My readers would probably track down and murder me if I quit writing 🤣 I tend to hate skipping deadlines, and don't like disappointing people.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

I had to honor my Hocus Pocus loving heart! Although it was nearly Salem cause the 90s one was a sassy beast. 🤣

Thank you! I was encouraged to post it in hopes that it encourages some writing

Curtis really does give it his all with the people he loves. And I agree that it is an little sad to see something so small as Curtis wanting the same thing Honey does and it shocks her everytime.

Yeah he did! That man is all.about giving his girl some love. This whole having a furry kid to deal with is gonna take some getting used to. They can't scar the baby after all 🤣🤣🤣

It is so good! I will post my besties recipe. She makes it for me because I have to be on a high protein low carb diet with my health. It's so so good, I always snag some to take home.

If you wanted pasta in it, it would be good with that, or rice.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Caught In The Rain

Summary- 6.2k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Spring showers have taken over life and everyone is trying to escape the rain. Curtis stumbles upon a little stowaway while he is trying to get to his dry home where his Honey is waiting for him.

Warnings- Mentions of asshole Jake.

A/N- Hey everyone! Been a hot minute but thanks for sticking around to read their story! Special shout out to @mumbles411 and @what-is-your-plan-today for the time you all have spent editing my messes. Dividers made by the talented @firefly-graphics. Happy Reading! and remember reblogs and comments are so appreciated.

Chapter Twenty-Seven / Masterlist

“Fucking hell.” Curtis cursed out while the rain splattered around him, the month of April certainly proving to be wet with spring showers. He was trying to get an engine moved into the overhead shelter out of the rain with Grey and Edgar so they could at least switch out the parts without being waterlogged. The mud sloughed around them while the broken machine sluggishly made its way to the overhead. All three of them pausing from their work to look out from under the shelter’s roof. The grey skies showed no sign of the much needed sunshine. 

“What was it about April showers?” Edgar asked and Curtis, thoroughly grumpy with feeling soaked through all his layers, growled out. 

“Pissing me off is what it’s about. It could let up for at least a couple hours to get those parts changed.” 

Grey handed over a towel to Curtis, letting him dry his face off. “I guess we could hold off till tomorrow? Maybe the weather will break.” 

“Tomorrow is too late, Gilliam told us to finish this today so it can leave the yard.” Curtis sighed as he handed the towel off to Edgar, who ran it over his hair, spiking it up as he dried himself off. “So unless we wanna be here all night, let's get this done.” 

Several hours and several parts later, Curtis was finally clocking out. Already he texted you that he was going to be late and that if you wanted to head back to your apartment, he understood. 

You were sure to send a photo back of you lounging in his living room with a book in your lap and cup of tea in hand, saying not a chance was he getting rid of you that easily. As if he would ever want that, Curtis thought to himself. 

He flicked off lights as he made his way out of the main office, the last one to leave for the day. Curtis double checked that it was all locked up before he made the run for his truck across the parking section, trying to avoid the rain although it was a losing battle. The drops were streaking down almost sideways, the wind picking up the more the storm raged on. He dug for his keys in his coat, willing them to unlock his door. 

Grasping them, he yanked them out of his pocket but fumbled, making his keys drop into the mud at his feet. “Damn it.” He groaned, sweeping down to grasp them when a pair of small green eyes stared at him from under his truck. 

They blinked at one another for a second before Curtis lowered down more into a squat, trying to peer under his truck at the little stowaway. “Hey little fella, you can’t stay under there.” Curtis softened his voice, reaching out a finger enough to encourage the pair of eyes forward. “Come on out, I won't hurt you.” 

The green eyes blinked at him and then a pitiful squeal was given, making Curtis laugh a bit. “You and me both buddy, how about you come here, let me take a look at you.” Curtis clicked his tongue encouraging, really hoping that it was a kitten or puppy taking refuge under his truck and not some wild animal trying to get out of the rain. 

Finally, the little black shadow started coming into the light. A very scrawny, barely able to walk properly black kitten came out, big green eyes almost too big for its face and water droplets rolling off its whiskers. “Well, damn kid…” Curtis’s palm swept around the little body, scooping him easily into his palm to bring him in against his chest and tuck him into his jacket. “You’re no bigger than a flea, what are you doing under there?” 

Pulling up to a stand, he was quick to unlock his truck and get them both out of the rain. Once inside, he opened his coat again to see the black kitten huddling into the warmth of his sweater, fur all matted and mud streaked. “Guess you’re coming home with me kid.” He sighed, knowing that now he had this kitten, there was no way he could just leave him all alone in the parking lot. “Wait till Honey gets a look at you.” 

You liked being at Curtis’s home alone. It was cozy with the big picture window in the livingroom facing the street, you could curl up and watch the rain drizzle beyond his front porch while being warm and dry. You had spent the better part of the afternoon browsing the wall of books behind the couch, plucking out one you assumed was Lillian’s at one point. A harlequin cowboy romance- the storyline about a lonely schoolteacher and her new beau, the newest cowboy in town. 

It was a silly over the top romance with lots of drama and turned into a vivid page turner for you as the afternoon slowly melded into the evening. Curtis had already messaged you that he was going to be late and should just go back to your apartment if you didn’t feel like waiting. But you weren’t ready to leave your little happy place for the lonely apartment. It just felt like a different kind of empty at Curtis’s house, one that made you feel at peace. 

So you made yourself right at home, around dinner time you did clean up the few dishes he must have used that morning and pulled dinner together for the both of you. Putting your casserole into the oven, the sound of a truck pulling into the driveway let you know that Curtis finally made it back home. 

Quick to set a timer, you clicked open the garage door to see him step out, soaked to the bone from the look of him. “Long day?” You asked while leaning into the doorway. 

“Days like today never seem to end.” He grumbled, his hand cupping a part of his jacket near his chest. “Umm, you're not allergic to cats are you?” 

“No, why?” You straightened up, curious now and a tinge of wonder and excitement dipped into your voice. “Is that what is in your coat?” 

Curtis unzipped part of it and reached in to pull out a little ball of black fur. Now there was no holding you back as you skipped down the couple steps into the garage and tentatively brushed your fingers against the kitten in his palm, cooing softly. “Oh baby, you are so cute.” You scritched behind one little ear and couldn't stop the way you were grinning as the little kitten started to purr. “Where did he come from Curtis? Are you keeping him? Does he have a name? Is it a him or her?” You scooped the kitten into your palms, cuddling the little baby to your chest and started to bring it inside. “You must be starving. Let’s see what Curtis has for you.” Curtis was left behind without getting any answers to the questions you bombarded him with. 

He followed you, pausing to shed off his boots and wet outer clothes to hang up and dry. “Found him under the truck trying to get out of the rain. I have no clue where he came from.” Once he had his jacket hung up and boots tilted near the heater vent to help dry them out, he followed you into the kitchen while you were searching his cupboards. “I have no idea if it’s a boy or girl, I have just been calling it him.” Curtis moved in behind you, going through his upper part of the cupboards while you searched through the bottom. 

“Tuna? Or anything soft? He doesn't look all that old, can he even eat solids?” You fretted while the kitten clung to your sweater, staring wide eyed at all the surroundings. 

“If I don’t have something to use, I will run out to the corner store and get him something.” Curtis pushed aside jars of salsa and canned veggies, scowling at his lack of acceptable food for the kitten. Then a little lonely can of tuna was found, and he grabbed it to hold it up in victory. “But this should work for tonight at least.” 

“Perfect, I will get this baby all cleaned up and some food in that belly.” You peeled the kitten off your sweater and cupped him in your hands, finally getting a good look at Curtis. “You’re soaked.” Your free hand went to grab his shirt, squeezing it a bit to feel how damp it was. “I got this, how about you go dry out and get changed.” 

“You sure you don’t want help?” Curtis questioned, although grateful for the chance to get out of his work clothes finally. 

“Handsome I got this, please before you get chilled and sick.” You glanced at the oven to look at the timer. “That casserole still has a good forty-five minutes at least. 

“Damn Pretty Girl, you're really taking care of me… us.” He added the kitten in your hold after a second thought, clasping onto your chin to tilt your face up a bit and place a kiss on your mouth, taking his time to draw out a soft whimper and sure your toes were curling at the affection. “Thank you.” He whispered before splitting away, making for the stairs, the upstairs shower and his bedroom calling his attention now. 

His girl making herself right at home in his house, and damn he liked that just fine. 

While Curtis went upstairs to clean up, you assessed the kitten in your hold. Big eyes blinked up at you before the loudest squeak came from his little pink mouth, protesting the lack of action you were doing. “Okay! Okay… how about a quick rinse in the sink? Get some of this mud off.” 

The kitten didn't like that, protested the whole time you had him in the sink, the running water warm while you worked your fingers through his fur and holding onto his scruff. But you were quick, soon wrapping him into a hand towel and carefully fluffing him up till he looked like an little angry furball. 

Setting him onto the floor, the kitten scampered to under the table, flicking each little paw one at a time as if being wet was his biggest worry. You rolled your eyes at him while a little pink tongue defiantly started licking at his chest. With a can opener in hand, you started to peel the tuna’s top open. “You know being clean and wet is much better then muddy and wet.” You squeezed some of the juice onto a saucer while also scooping out some of the meat. You were answered with a little cackle of a mew. “Oh? You agreeing with me?” You set the saucer well away from the table, knowing Curtis would be back down soon and not wanting the kitten underfoot. “Come on lil guy.” You coaxed for him, hoping the smell would bring him out. 

It didn’t though, the kitten blinked at you from the shadows under the table and then resorted to cleaning himself once again. “Alright, suit yourself.” Your hands slapped on your knees and with a slight moan, you pushed yourself back to a stand. 

“Hey, you okay?” Curtis asked as he came back into the kitchen, out of his wet clothes, freshly showered and looking more like himself. A black tee and his grey sweats were his current comfy clothes of choice, ones which you appreciated on many levels. Taking an appraising look, you let yourself sink into his arms finally, cuddling up to his chest for a moment to bury your face into the soft tee, his soap still strong smelling as you inhaled deeply. “Mmh, very. Just a bit sore from my workout today. I got him all washed, and some food out but he hasn’t come out from under the table.” You shrugged while leaning down enough to peek and see where the kitten was now. 

“He will when he gets a whiff of it.” Curtis rubbed at your back, soothing his hand where he figured you might be a bit sore. “Me on the other hand, I'm starving. What’s cooking?” 

“Cheesy chicken and broccoli casserole…” You pulled away to look in the oven. “And it's just about done.” When you turned back around, you found Curtis kneeling under the table with the little saucer of tuna, encouraging the kitten to eat. 

Without saying anything, you turned the oven off and moved to the floor next to Curtis, both of you now feeding the little stray. He started voraciously eating the tuna off both of your fingers. After a few moments, you softly nudge Curtis’s shoulder. “What are we going to do with him tonight?” 

It was such a soft sight for you to witness. Curtis holding out his large fingers for the kitten to nibble tuna off of, everything in him was about being as gentle as possible. “I can put him in the upstairs bathroom for now, make a bed for him in the tub in case he has an accident.” 

“And then?” Your mouth twists at the thought of having to find him a new home. 

“Then maybe contact the local ASPCA… see where to go from there.” 

You nod in understanding, Curtis had never mentioned wanting pets in his home before. “I used to have a cat a long time ago. Her name was Friskey, although I called her Friskababes.” You finally stretched out to lay on your belly, Curtis doing the same next to you while you took turns feeding the kitten. 

It didn't matter that dinner was cooling above you on the stove or if anyone walked into Curtis's house, they would find you two lying on the kitchen floor, heads under the table. You both were in your own little world, taking care of the kitten who was starting to slow down his feasting. Pink tongue wiping over his whiskers as he waddled now to Curtis, purring as he head-butted against his bearded chin affectionately. “I never had a cat before. I had an ex that did, every time I would go visit her place, the cat didn’t like me.” 

You smirked while watching the scene before you, your arms folded and your head resting on them. The kitten was working on wedging himself into the neck of Curtis’s shirt, batting at his gold chain. “Yeah well, I think this one likes you, a lot. Guess it’s a good thing you're not with that ex anymore.” 

“Well I like this one a lot more too.” Curtis admitted while the kitten curled up against the crook of his neck and shoulder, his little claws kneading into his tee shirt. “Both the cat and the partner.” He winked at you with a brilliant blue teasing glance, making you huff in a soft laugh. 

“Smooth move Stud. You know…” You inched over closer to him, lifting enough to whisper into his ear. “Seeing you taking care of this helpless kitten… it is sexy as hell. Too bad you are too busy taking care of him to do anything about it.” You nipped at his ear lobe, giggling as you slipped out from under the table before Curtis could react. 

“It is?” He couldn’t move out, not like you were able to with the now snoozing black bundle of fur cuddled up against his neck. But he wriggled out, cupping the little protesting kitten, scooping him up while he moved to stand, catching sight of you up the stairs. “Listen kid… You are gonna chill for a while? I got a sweet little Honey to tend to.” He lectured the kitten while making his way up the stairs. The kitten meowed loudly, either in protest for being bothered while napping or in understanding. 

Curtis didn’t really care, he was just paying attention to you teasing from the door, peeking around it to watch him stalking down the upstairs hallway for you. You gave a bit of a pout. “You were supposed to take your time, you know, not wake the baby.” 

“He is fine.” Curtis assured you, holding up the yawning little black mass that made up the kitten. In the corner of the room was a laundry basket full of his clean clothes, and he deposited the kitten into it before twisting to catch you, knowing you were getting ready to bolt out of reach. You laughed as he pulled you back into his chest, his mouth teasing against a sweet spot behind your ear. “Now tell me more about this sexy as hell business.” 

His hands slid up the front of your shirt, cupping your breasts and teasing at your nipples through your bra. You wriggled against him, sure to push your ass against his groin. “You know what those sweatpants do to me.” You whined as your head tilted to the side, “My big giant of a boyfriend going all gentle and taking care of a kitten? That’s like right out of a book.” 

His big hands squeezed your breasts, pulling just enough to make the tingles shoot through you, arching yourself into him for more of his touch. “Fuck Honey I love when you say shit like that.” He twisted you to face him and walk backwards to the bed, pulling up the shirt you wore right over your head and making you fall with a bounce onto his bed. 

You wriggled up to give him room to follow, grinning at him while you worked your bra off. “Like what?” 

Curtis hovered over you, his gaze now on your breasts, like he couldn't look away while a hand fondled one, pulling up over you enough so he could get his mouth on you. Dragging a nipple into his mouth, sensitive from his earlier teasing, it tightened against his tongue; the feeling of his hot wet mouth made you keen at the sensation, pulling and sucking on it until you scratched at the bed to grab the sheets. “When you call me your boyfriend. It’s like I’m yours and I love you for it.” He said after he popped your peak from his mouth, looking at you now, his gaze an intense sliver of blue and blown pupils, making your breath catch for a moment.

“You are mine and I am yours.” You took a moment to sink back onto the bed, catching your breath with a few deep gasps.

He rumbled from between your cleavage now, his tongue lavishing against your skin as he shifted down to kiss and nibble over your belly. “Well it’s a turn-on for me when you just call me yours, you know?” His fingers weren’t far, rubbing along your sides and down to your hips, shifting you more under him and sinking down over you while he stretched out to lay over your body. 

You caught his chain to drag him closer, arching up to meet him and kiss him. Your tongue slipped to meet his and tangle till it turned lust-filled and frenzied. Curtis groaned against your mouth, hooking an arm around you and lifting the both of you till he was sitting back on his heels and you were wrapping your legs around his trim waist, in his lap to grind against him. “You are mine Curtis and I see all of you.” Your hands swept up his back and grasped the back of his neck to hold on while your hips rocked in his lap, pushing your sensitive center against him, moaning softly whenever he pressed up against you, making excited tingles race up your spine. “Not just the man who is ridiculously handsome with his rugged good looks and blue eyes that can melt the panties off anyone.” You felt him scoff a bit, but his lips pulled in a grin while he dipped back to your collarbone now, retrailing back to your breasts. Red crept up the back of his neck, a clear sign that he was affected by you. 

He once again eased you onto the bed, looming over you before dropping his weight to push you into the mattress and trap you underneath him. Scratches of his beard against your sensitive skin made you wriggle underneath him while his weight continued to pin you in place. “But the side that loves his friends like family, treats me like a fucking goddess, stargazes, reads, takes in little stray kittens found under trucks.” Your voice went a bit higher with emotion while he mapped your body, not leaving an inch of your chest or belly unexplored. 

It’s like the kitten knew he was being mentioned cause all of a sudden the little black ball poked his head up over the edge of the bed, meowing loudly in that cackle sound that made you both pause a second, then burst out laughing at how ridiculous it sounded in the middle of you two making out. 

“Kid, you are busting in at the wrong time.” Curtis pulled himself off of you while the kitten kept scrambling up the side of the bed till it was tumbling across the mattress towards you both, his little tail straight up like an exclamation point. Before he could reach you two, Curtis got a hold of him and moved back. “Don’t go anywhere Pretty Girl. I’m not done with you.” Stiff legged, he moved his way across the bedroom and disappeared into the bathroom. You stretched a bit, patiently waiting till you heard Curtis lecturing the kitten. “Stay here, just go to sleep or something. Look a nice fluffy towel, courtesy of Honey.” He flickered on a nightlight and then eased out of the bathroom, using his foot to keep the kitten back till the door shut. 

You pushed yourself up to your elbows, watching him as he turned on the balls of his feet, grabbing his shirt to pull it over his head. “Our guest is away for the moment.” 

“Uh huh… that's why I can see little paws scratching under the door?” You pointed towards the floor, where sure enough black paws were stretching through that little space, and another little pitiful squeal pierced out. 

“Shit…” Curtis used his toes to nudge at them. “Come on dude… just an hour, that's all we need.” 

That had you laughing again, rolling in the bed till you could push yourself to the edge to find one of Curtis’s nearby shirts. “I know we were busy but…” You tugged it over your head, making Curtis scowl at the sight of you covering back up. “Let’s pick this up later? It’s obvious he doesn’t want to be in there and he is not at all tired.” 

“Cock blocked by a cat…” He grumbled a bit as he opened the door and the kitten shot right out, landing at your feet in a tangle of limbs. 

“Didn’t you say you were starving?” You pointed out as you reached Curtis, running your hands up his chest and hooking your hands around the back of his neck. “Cause I do gotta take care of that casserole downstairs still.” 

It was the most opportune moment that his stomach protested, making you arch a brow that you were indeed correct. “Fine! Fine, this is on pause. Just for now.” His hands cupped your face and kissed you, a quick fast one, no lingering, no turning into something more. “But I’m certainly not finished with you.” 

“I don’t ever expect you to be.” You winked at him, before reaching to take one of his hands and lead him back downstairs. Behind the two of you the kitten followed, bouncing down each step till he bypassed both of them and trotted into the downstairs living room like it was all his. 

A couple of days turned into a couple of weeks and the kitten was still at Curtis’s house. Slowly food bowls, a cat box and some toys appeared. You took the little black kitten to the vet, whom he hissed and swiped his little sharp claws at. The vet confirmed that he was a male kitten and just barely old enough to have been separated from his mother. 

You explained how Curtis found him and that Curtis had gone back the next day searching for more, but he only found him. You lined up for the appropriate shots and left with the understanding to the staff that you weren’t sure if you or Curtis would be keeping him. It made your heart ache though, thinking about bringing him to a shelter to be adopted by someone else. 

Even though as a kitten, he had the best chance at someone taking him. You just didn't want to let the little kitten go, even when he was yowling in the car the whole ride back to Curtis’s after the appointment. 

Curtis was sure to meet you outside when you arrived back, grabbing the cat carrier before you were able to and carrying it inside. “What did they say about him?” 

“He is definitely a boy, so we're correct in calling the little fluffer a boy. He is about ten weeks old… just barely able to leave his mom and he is a bit malnourished but to just keep him on the food we are using and he will be just fine.” You shrugged out of your jacket once inside and Curtis sprang the door open, the kitten dashing out and glaring at both of you over his shoulder for being trapped in the carrier, flicking his tail at you two. “And… the vet wanted to know what name they should put on the file and if we're going to keep him.” 

It was out there now, were you guys going to keep this kitten? Curtis’s brow came together in thought, glancing back at the kitten who now was checking out the stainless steel food bowls Curtis bought last week along with the rather expensive bag of kitten food that he insisted on, claiming it would help the ‘Kid’ get some meat on his bones. “What did you say?” 

“I said that I had to talk to you, considering if we kept him, he has to stay here. My little apartment doesn't allow pets of any kind. I’m almost shocked they haven't bitched about Peter my spider plant.” You said jokingly. 

“Well… I guess that leaves just one thing to do about him, then doesn't it.” Curtis stated so solemnly that your heart sank. He didn’t want a kitten here, you were sure of it. What if it destroyed his stuff or became a problem? You could almost hear your ex’s disgusted voice when you once mentioned that you missed having a pet. What would you want an animal in the house for? They just make messes and cost money. Jake had made up for his callous remark by buying you a goldfish, stuffing it in a goldfish bowl that you immediately got rid of, and bringing the fish to your parent's house with a proper tank since you knew that the tank would just be another issue for Jake to press on. Your goldfish was still happily living there, having gotten big and beautiful in the few years they have had him. 

A cat was a bigger responsibility than a goldfish and you were preparing yourself for Curtis to say he was going to take him to the adoption center. 

“What do we name him?” He asked, his arms folding over his chest as he stared at the kitten, studying him. “I know I have been calling him Kid, but he needs something better than that.” 

“You- you mean it? You want to keep him?” 

“Honey, he was ours from that first night I brought him home. He is family now, the little punk. Besides, I would be worrying myself over who took him home if we didn’t.” 

You felt such a rush of relief that you flung yourself at Curtis, who caught you with a surprised grunt, your hug around him turning fierce. “I love you so damn much, thank you for wanting to keep him.” 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you in against him just as tightly and pressing his mouth to your forehead affectionately. “I would be such an asshole if I just tossed him away, this house is plenty big enough for him to terrorize.” He eased you back a bit to look down at you. “And you know once Sophia sees him, that he would have to stay anyways, as if she is ever gonna let him leave. So… names?” 

“Damn, I don’t know… I tried not to think of names, so I wouldn’t get attached. Um, Midnight?” 

“Same… although calling him Kid kinda ruined that. Hmm, Onyx?” Curtis threw out there. 

“Nah, makes me think of Pokémon too much.” 

“Coal?” He shrugged a bit, throwing another black cat name out.

“Cinders?” 

“What about Salem? He acts like that sassy cat on Sabrina.” 

“You watched Sabrina, the nineties version?” You asked, having loved that show yourself. 

“Sure, Ella loved it and I would watch it on TGIF night. Hey Salem, come here.” Curtis called but the kitten curled up in a window, sunbathing and ignoring the two of them.”Guess not.” 

You two just kept throwing out names that seemed fitting for black cats, but none of them seemed to fit the little bundle of terror. 

You both went on with the day, as you went to meet up with Claude at the school to help her with a quick project and Curtis went over to Paulie’s to do some late afternoon bartending. 

It was later when you finally got to Paulies,  patrons already getting rowdy at a baseball game Paulie had on the overhead tv. 

You scanned quickly, but their was no Curtis in sight. “Hey Paulie, where’s Curtis hiding?” 

“Out back Y/N.” He pulled the bar section up enough for you to duck through. “Make sure he swings back out for his tips before you guys leave for the night. You know, if you ever want a part time job, I can easily hook you up. You’re a lot nicer then Curtis, you'll make way more tips.” 

You rolled your eyes at Paulie as you hip checked through the door out back. “I doubt I would make more tips.” 

Paulie shook his head as he watched you walk away, tsking to himself. “That girl doesn’t even know that everyone loves her.” He sighed as he went back to refill mugs and take food requests. 

You worked your way towards the rear of the building where the backstock was kept, catching sight of Curtis and Edgar lining up to throw axes in the indoor designated area. You could see Yona standing back, watching their form. Edgar went first, his lean body flexing with strength as he leaned into his throw, making his axe spin rapidly with a heavy thunk into the target, almost at the bullseye. Yona gave a victory whoop and you had to add in your own claps of approval, making him spin in surprise at the extra praise. “Throw those last two, if you keep throwing like that, you should be captain of the team.” 

Edgar gave a shrug, finally turning back to set himself back up. “I wouldn’t know first thing about being a team captain.” He went again, able to accurately eyeball it, this time the axe embedded on the opposite side, leaving inches between the two and the bullseye right in the middle. 

Curtis swung his own, close to the middle, but not with the accuracy of Edgar’s throw. He scoffed at Edgar’s words, sure to cross his arms over his chest and study both the targets. “Man, why the hell not? You are obviously good at this, you are doing better then any of us and the whole team was your idea. Why not be the captain of it when we start competing this summer.” 

Edgar let go of his last one, both the men watching as it landed right in the middle with a heavy thud, all three almost perfectly lined up. You and Yona cheering and clapping, making Edgar blush wildly. “I don’t, I never…” He stammered a bit, unsure of how to answer. 

Curtis was blunt with him while he started preparing for his next throw. “Man, you gotta stop thinking the worst of yourself. Look at where you are now compared to months ago.” His arm curled over his head and he gave a powerful thrust, leaning into the move. The axe landed heavily into the board, making it wobble slightly and then straighten back out. “Don’t sit there and think you can’t before you even try. All of us think you can. Look.” Curtis motioned behind him back towards Yona and you who were now pouring drinks from a pitcher, lost in conversation. “They clearly think you're hot stuff, cheering at that last throw? Grey and I think you’re the man for the job. Now the question is, do you wanna be captain?” 

Edgar was looking for an answer, but with an impatient arch of Curtis’s brow he stammered out “Yes, yeah… yeah I can do it.” 

Curtis gave a nod of agreement. “Good man.” Then twisted to toss his remaining axe, sinking it into the target. 

You and Yona were watching the guys in what looked like a heated conversation, but weren’t making out much of what they were saying. Yona furrowed her brow worried. “You think everything is okay?” 

You glanced up at them while filling the mugs. “Sure, no one is being dragged out and no one is yelling. They are fine. Tell me about your date last night?” You really weren't sure, but if no one was looking like they were about to throw a punch, you figured it was probably fine. Curtis was pretty relaxed looking for the most part, his attention divided between talking to Edgar and focusing on the targets. 

Those were your favorite moments, because damn he just looked so masculine in his throws. The way his body would flex and tense the muscles in his shoulders and back, leading down to his ass. You started to let yourself imagine what that would all look naked? Wide shoulders that tapered down to a slimmer waist, he had a stunning back, you knew cause you'd admired it whenever he took his shirt off. 

“Then he surprised me with one of those midnight openings at this bookstore in the city.” Your attention turned back to Yona, who had a faraway dreamy look recalling her night before. 

“Sounds pretty incredible, the bookstore especially.” You were quick to take a sip of your beer, trying to cover for the fact that you were daydreaming instead of listening to your friend, but now you were making sure to pay attention. “I would have loved that myself.” 

“I know they do it every couple of months.” She yanked out her phone and started typing on it. “Let me send you the link. What were you and Curtis up to?” 

You let your gaze drift back to the guys, now they were both laughing while wandering to the targets to grab the axes. “Well I took that black kitten this morning to the vet for a checkup, see if he needed anything. That opened up a convo about are we keeping him.” 

“And? I know you have fallen for him.” Yona inquired while she put her phone back away. “He would be a nice addition if you are ready for a pet.” 

“I wanted to, but my apartment is no pets allowed. I had myself all set for Curtis to say no… but he said absolutely he wanted to keep him.” Your grin spread, the way he had shocked you was still making your heart clench in excitement. “Now we need a name!” 

“Oh the best part.” Yona pressed on, waving a hand for you to continue. “What’s his name gonna be?” 

“Don’t know yet, every name we thought of that seemed to fit neither of us agreed on.” It was like a light bulb went off in your head and suddenly you were kicking yourself for not thinking of it earlier. “But! I think I have it. Give me a second.” Before Yona could question you, you headed over to where Curtis was set his axes down, ready to take a break. 

“Hey Pretty Girl.” His blue eyes shifted over you and a sultry grin crossed his lips. 

“I got it!” You bypassed your typical flirty answer, too excited at the moment. 

Curtis’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Got what Honey?” 

“The name, our kitten’s name. What about Thackery Binx? Or just one of the names, doesn’t have to be the whole thing. From Hocus Pocus.” 

He looked thoughtful while considering it. “Why the hell didn’t we think of that before? It’s perfect.” His arms scooped around you, tugging you in close. “How about just Binx if you're okay with that? I like it more for him.” 

You nodded with enthusiasm. “I like it too, so I think he will.  He looks like a Binx.”

[dreamyimagination101]

Nevermoon and the Midnight Realm Masterpost!

Hello! In this post, you can find where to read all the chapters for my original story Nevermoon and the Midnight Realm, as well as the Nevermoon Discord Server, and more!

"Welcome to the mysterious town of Mist View. Known for it’s paranormal stories and ghostly hauntings. When six teenagers discover magical pendants, they travel to a world beyond anything anyone could imagine. However, the wicked Cyrus Shade has escaped from his ghostly prison and things are flipping upside down. Way down. Can these teenagers put Cyrus back in his place before his ghostly army reigns supreme?" Warning: This fantasy story is self rated PG13 for it contains violent deaths though it does not contain dirty language. ~ Who are these six teenagers? Introducing: Lucius, Kirsty, Ivan, Jade, Ritchy and Rose! Each one coming from different places. Each one having to face many challenges as they learn to work together as a team. From self acceptance to the rights versus the wrongs.

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/234622739-nevermoon-and-the-midnight-realm

As of right now (Oct 18, 2022), the story is up to chapter 12, but more chapters will be coming in the future. It's nowhere near finished. ✨✨✨✨✨

On Tumblr, I drop an update every time a new chapter is added, as well ad on Wattpad. I also drop updates on the Nevermoon Discord Server too!

"Wait, your story has a Discord server dedicated to it?"

It sure does!

Wanna join? Just click below!

This server is LGBTQ+ friendly, D.I.D friendly, and Furry friendly too! We have many fun things including: 🌈Colorful name roles themed to magic pendants! 📖A section where you can learn about the story and meet the characters! 📈A leveling system where you'll be able to unlock cool features! 😌A calm chill chat for when general gets too crazy. PluralKit for our friends who have D.I.D ⚡PokeTwo, and more!

Once you join the server, there will be verification. It's to keep the trolls from invading. In order to gain access to the other chatrooms, here's what you've gotta do:

1: You've gotta read the rules. Super important! 2: You've gotta make an introduction. It doesn't have to be much. We have an introduction template that all members use. It's very simple! Just fill in the blanks! No Google Docs required!

Finally, step three. 3: You've gotta find the code! Once you've found it, add it to your introduction where it says code. Easy-peasy! 😄

Once you've finished your introduction, you're all good to go! 👍

Psst! You don’t need to read the story in order to join! That’s only if you want to! You don’t have to! This server is themed to it though and it might help you understand the server better if you do! That’s all up to you. I’m just saying. Also, no NSFW please. This is a safe place! We don't need that dirty stuff here! Nah! Eww.

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I'm also on Toyhouse! Over there, I post my characters! Though many of them are a work in progress with more info coming soon! There are Nevermoon characters over there as well! If interested in learning about them more, here you go!

(Helpful tip: Some Nevermoon characters also appear in other stories of mine! Because of this, some will appear in the Multi-Universe folder!)

✨✨✨✨✨ Of course, I'm also on YouTube! As well as other places. On YouTube, I'm currently doing projects where I'm reading the story to you! So far, only the prologue is finished, but hopefully one day, more chapters will come!

As of right now (Oct 18, 2022) I'm still working on the bloopers video for that. I messed up a few times, and I thought it'd be fun to draw out the messed up scenes! 🤣

Anyway, thank you so much for checking out my story! It really means a lot to me! 🙂

[aromanticaries]

My Review on Episode 9 of Yellowjackets - Doomcoming. An emotional event.

Kiss From A Rose by Seal- THIS.GOT.ME. I went all sentimental when Lottie started humming to one of my fav songs. Sad yet sweet. 🥲🥲🥲

Coach - I'M GAY. GAY GAY GAY!!!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT MOM, DAD, GOD, ALL MY FURRY FOREST FRIENDS, I'M GAY. (COACH WON BEST SCENE.) 🥲🤣

Teen Misty - Awh Misty stole my ice cold heart when she braved herself and approached Coach to ask him to the "dance" - Doomcoming party. No one has ever asked her out and that she knows she's not pretty. NOW THAT WAS SO MTF SAD. Coach being the nice man that he was, agreed and would be happy to go to the "dance" with Misty. I am sure that Misty's intention was only to shroom the Coach and not the rest, but Mari added it onto their soup. There you go!

Jackie & Teen Shauna - These two kids. They definitely will break up as besties. The sorrow and horror.

Teen Misty & Jackie - All right, I never see it coming. This is another touching part. Misty seeking advice from Jackie about boys, specifically about Coach. Jackie genuinely gave her few pointers and also does Misty's makeup and told her she's beautiful. I found that was somewhat sincere. 🥰 My fav new friendship bond perhaps? Besides they were both the outcasts.

Jackie - I don't get it why Jackie is the most hated girl there? She's pretty spoilt, yes, picked the dumbest ideas most of the time, yes, no leadership qualities, yes, and what else? In fact, you can feel her heartache and rage there. She has given up about love and friendship altogether. And yes, she doesn't feel for Jeff and did Nat dirty but she simply don't give a flying fuck any longer as she's done. The way she uttered how her very own best friend fucking her boyfriend behind her back pretty much nullified all her dumbest flaws. Gut feeling told me Jackie be the one sending those postcards and still alive to seek revenge on the girls. I could be wrong but HEY! Let's wait and enjoy.

Teen Shauna - This one. This one really envied Jackie. Shauna even prowled on Travis too when she saw Jackie was with him earlier. Moreover, why even bother about Jackie whether she has eaten or not? Doesn't Shauna notice that Jackie started to give her the cold shoulder and most importantly knows her secret? I would have confronted Jackie about it if I were Shauna.

Teen Travis - THE LUCKIEST guy in this episode. And he got sexually aroused by Jackie and not Nat 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼.......And this makes me wonder if Jackie will be the next to get pregnant?

Jeff - I was right. The blackmailer.

Adam - Poor guy is dead or maybe not, this show has 9 lives for each character except for Laura Lee. 🤣🤣🤣

Adult Shauna - She's basically just fucked. Say no more.

Adult Nat & Adult Misty - Desperately, Nat came to Misty's house but it's pretty fake the way Nat apologized and etc etc but I hope they genuinely treat Misty better after the whole what-to-do-with-Adam's-body.

Adult Nat - You do know you should have taken more M&Ms when you smashed that vending machine Nat.

Lottie - She's definitely has lost her marbles and the only one who misses Laura Lee badly. 😔 . On an aesthetic level, Lottie looking really pretty here with the red lipstick on. 😻💄💋

Teen Tai & Van - Okay IMMORTAL couple. It was sweet of bb Tai to make masks for Van and herself as she knows Van was very self-conscious now. However, unrealistically, Van looked pretty healed? No infection, able to speak/howl, making out, well, I'll take that the shrooms do her wonders. During the sex scene, Tai wanted to see Van's face to cum or something and I was like "OH NO" but since the shrooms kicked in, Van's face fairly cleaned up when it's somewhat messed up? Perhaps, in Tai's vision, she didn't really see the holy terror of Van's face.

So yeah, my bb Tai looks like a tree(we all know she and the trees are friends). Travis looks like a deer and almost RIP. Van looks like she had an appointment with the Plastic Surgeon several times already. In conclusion, Teen Nat to the rescue, all hail the hero. 👏🏼🙌🏼

Again, no cannibalism. Expecting it to happen in the finale. ⚠️ At the end of the day, IT'S THE MAGIC MUSHROOMS HALLUCINATION THAT TURNED THEM INSANE.

[illusionsofdreaming]

📚 Do you read your own fic? *internal sobbing* I cringe at my own writing. Once I'm done, I never look at it again! You look really proud of what you wrote! I wish I could be as confident as you ❤

darling, darling, darling *pats*

of course I do.

not immediately no. but yes, I will go back to my writing from time to time and read it through. because:

1. Sometimes I hate it so much because I've read it 5 billion times before posting. I'm literally sick of reading the same paragraphs. However with time, I can go back to it with a fresh pair of eyes and enjoy it like other readers will

2. Going back to my writing at different time periods, I sometimes want to give younger me a pat on the back. sometimes a line just flows really really well and you feel like Shakespeare had possessed your body - you just didn't realise it then

3. I made this content for myself too so hell yeah I'm going to enjoy it too

I'm pleased peaches to know that I radiate confidence in my writing when I actually don't HAHA but something I learned after writing and reading so many fics is that: 🌈the cringe never leaves🌈.

...but it does get better 🤣

a thought that helped me through my lowest self confidence periods is thinking about my favorite writing blogs

"I wonder if XXX ever feels cringe about their works.. if they do, and it feels as bad as mine.. what if one day they decide not to post anymore? I would be devastated... because I love their works and they're inspirational.. I don't see the glaring faults they see in their writing though... I want to read more...😢"

Realising that, though, I might hate my work, I know others might enjoy or have the same thoughts as me. Therefore I should just tell my inner demons to Stop Tickling Furry Unicorns and just post whatever I have. Someone out there will be happy for it.

but really. TIME.

really makes a difference.

literally. if it's so cringey it makes your toes curl -it means you've read it too many times in too short of a period.

leave it aside for a month or two and come back to it.

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

His ego knows no bounds

I love how it's literally just him with a beak and no ears. Silvani did a fantastic job capturing the essence of Sparrow boiled down to basics. 👀

I mean, I have sonas too. I wouldn't call myself a traditional Furry, but I'm certainly Furry Adjacent, when I have sonas that are from Sonic and other anthro franchises. I even have a Poké-sona that's just a Raichu with glasses called "Rae-chu" that I made up over a decade ago for fun. There's nothing wrong with Furries as a whole, it's just like any other fanbase, except it's lore is entirely user generated and is constantly evolving. I really hate when people try to drag them like that just because there's some adult stuff happening, but tell me, what Fandom DOESN'T have that??

Silvani definitely is a better artist than me, at least. His line work is consistent, his inks are really good for the sketch pages, and he does do characters like Stitch and Beast really well. But I really don't like how he makes QuackerJack look too bulky, too much teeth, too small eyes, too focused pupils, too big of feet, just overall he seems... off. His posture especially doesn't feel right to me and I feel like I'm looking at a doppelganger that's going to reveal that the real QuackerJack is trapped in a gooey pod somewhere and this is an invasion.

I don't expect a 1-to-1 recreation of the original art, I can let that slide, but my problem is that he doesn't carry himself like the QuackerJack I know. At least with Darkwing and Negaduck, thier posture is generally the same as it was in the cartoon, with Darkwing flashing bravado and Negaduck hunching over like the scheming evil twin that he is.

QuackerJack is generally rather, for lack of a better term, "animated". He's thin and gangly, and his costume sort of makes up most of his shape, which I'm sure is supposed to be loose fitting. He doesn't have much muscle mass, and that just makes it all the more hilarious when he does things like throw a version of Herb Muddlefoot over his shoulder in one swift movement or holds an anvil over his head. 👀

... Seriously, QuackerJack and the main adult cast is like easily over the age of 38 canonically, does it really matter if people want to draw him and Megavolt snogging? QuackerJack canonically knows what the word "fetish" is, has alluded to knowing swear words ((such as him saying to MBB "There's a name for people like you!", and yes, he totally means "Smart Ass")) and him calling Darkwing a "fop" was just an archiac way of calling him a metrosexual, Sparrow needs to stop acting like this show wasn't made with an inherently provocative undertone, need I remind y'all about the Darkwing's gas gun melting gag? 🤣

I'm 32. I try to keep my account somewhat clean because I'm aware that children roam the internet and I have a fairly accessible page. I don't specifically make content that would be considered provocative, but I certainly support everyone's right to be allowed to do what they want as long as they're not hurting anyone or as long as they aren't including kids in this. We're all just trying to have fun here.

Yeah, honestly, I'd totally be willing to open our circle to anyone who used to be a Sparrow fan, or even if they are still a fan of his work but don't like his behavior. Maybe they have some cool art they want to share or got some awesome collection they want to show off or they got ahold of a rare piece they want to share? Maybe they sculpted a cool figurine or make a neat cosplay. Who knows? They're probably out there somewhere and I'd like to see that. :)

Life's too short, why spend it being angry, I want to see the funny cartoon animals.

((I did see that Sparrow did comment a few times about considering buying copies of the 2011 comics in bulk so he could give them out for free at the local children's hospital, which is honestly a nice sentiment since those books are expensive now and maybe some kid in the hospital might actually enjoy those and they get a start on being part of the Duck Fandom that way. That's... not a bad idea.))

The funniest thing, really, is that I technically could just appeal to Twitter to get me unbanned from Sparrow's page, because I haven't even done anything to warrant the ban other than the screens I showed y'all, and that's not even that bad. I haven't harassed him, I haven't threatened him, all I said was essentially "I wasn't a fan of how QuackerJack was written here."

I could bring that debate to Twitter and probably get unbanned if I actually cared to, lol.

He really didn't win anything. That's the same as yanking the cord out of the game console because someone was doing better than you at Mario Party.

That's honestly kinda sad, ngl.

Anyway, guys, don't bother him, he's not worth the time

[miniaturedeerfestival]

Actually I think this would also make ME , as broadly female, wear dresses and skirts more often.

I find it really hard to internalise and relate to 'body hair positivity' movements especially as regards very gendered clothing.

I might go unshaven if I was dressing 'masculine', but a skirt? With leg hair? Just Does Not Compute.

And I think that's partially because I just never SEE skirts and leg hair together (except kilts and other explicitly masc contacts). Even the GNC boys I know who sometimes wear skirts often shave/wax/wear tights or leggings to cover the hair.

If people who culturally tend to have lots of leg hair (like masculine cis men!) wear skirts more, then maybe my stupid brain can catch up and let me go furry more often 🤣

The wildest thing about those “straight guys dressing femme just to get chicks” posts are……….. okay. S….so? Like, if women are out here absolutely horny off their rockers for femme guys (which, I mean, probably), like, okay, then do that. Put on a skirt if that’s the new m/f mating call of the decade. Why not? Girls who’re into men deserve a guy who looks hot in a skirt. How is this any different then when guys in unison decided to start wearing skinny jeans or showing off their butts more? Literally what is the harm even if straight guys are just doing it to appeal to women??? They’re allowed to try to appeal to women, that’s who they want to date….

[annathesillyfriend]

“If I don’t get a green gum-ball,” he declares dramatically, “there will be an attack.”

I'm sorry, how old is he? 😂😂

"You know I ain’t great with that whole self control thing.” “How encouraging to hear, from the man with knives pouring out his ass.”

This is so funny 🤣🤣

“Sorry babe, I ain’t mocking. Your lists are beautiful, they always get me all hot and bothered,”

To each their own 😂

“- when someone attacks. What happens? BAM. One of these furry beauties breaks their face. Problem solved.”

His two brain cells are playing uno as they speak

“That sounds gross and unsanitary.” “If by gross and unsanitary you mean spicy and sexy, then yes. Yes it does.”

This girl should get a medal for putting up with that

“Well yeah. You think it’s just a coincidence when all your favorite candy shows up every month?”

Okay, forget what I said, I love that guy

Literally one of every noodle is selected, because Bucky Barnes is a self-proclaimed noodle slut.

😂😂

"It’s for the best when I eat them all, it’s proof how much I love you. I’m doing it for you. I’m supporting you. Because I love you.”

We have a hero on our hands!!

“Are these Avengers themed Jell-O?”

Oooh, this is gonna be fun 😂

“Well there’re only so many flavors, Buck,” you point out practically, but Bucky’s not in the mood for logic. Instead, he swipes an entire shelf of Jell-O flavors into the cart.

This Bucky wouldn't know logic if it hit his head with a coconut 😂

“I like your rump roast,”

He certainly has a way with words 😂

“Nah, I have another idea for them. Got all those craft supplies at home, I’m gonna make you something.”

Oh no, I think I know what he's thinking about 😂

This was amazing, I loved every word and had so much fun!!!

The Midnight Coconuts

Summary: Bucky and his girl take a trip to the grocery store. Several things are involved, including coconuts, a 25cent gum-ball machine, Avengers branded Jell-O, chocolate milk straight from the jug, and tampons.  Characters: Bucky x Reader Words: 3k Warnings: Some swearing. Insane levels of fluff. Dangerously adorable Bucky. One (1) random reference to Not Another Teen Movie. 

A/N: Listen, I will never be over silly domestic Bucky! I originally started this story before TFATWS came out and when I imagined Sam had a niece, so just go with it. Part of me wrote this, because I needed to convince myself that I love grocery shopping (one can only eat takeaway and Trader Joe’s Orange Chicken for so long) and the other part wrote this because I firmly believe domestic routines can be the most romantic adventures out there.

When the doors to the grocery store whoosh open with a gust of stale manufactured air, Bucky skids to an abrupt and dramatic stop.  

“WAIT!”

Behind him, you stumble in panic, fumbling with an armful of reusable grocery bags. Instantly you’re imagining spilled blood and stab wounds and clean ups on aisle three and god dammit, how can there be a problem? This is a grocery store at midnight on a Wednesday. Shouldn’t the forces of evil be sleeping? Why is it so impossible to get a day off work? Don’t they know you need rest? And peanut butter? And that you’re dangerously low on toilet paper?

The forces of evil are the worst.

Raising weary fists, you huff.

“What? Where is it?”

Bucky sidesteps toward a row of small red and green machines beside the entrance, falling to his knees and smushing his nose eagerly against the glass. Reaching a hand behind him, there are several impatient grabby motions, before he glances back.

“Babe, can you give me a quarter? I need a gum-ball.”

Czytaj dalej