#cani belli

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[yanderepuck]

Event where the yokai get turned into their lil guy forms

Yeah. They are called lil guys. Idc if Yakumo ends up being a giant snake. He's a lil guy.

So we know from Rusted Nation that Kuya set a whole ship on fire just bc someone saw him in his lil guy form.

But what if after all these years and all his lil pranks he has to deal with the consequences of his own actions. And Poof! He's a lil fox again. Only temporary tho.

It seems like in nu cani lore Yokai can't just go back and forth between their animal and human forms (I could be wrong but idt they can)

But what if something goes wrong and he's stuck as a fox, Garu is a lil wolf pup, and Yakumo is a lil snake.

At first I was like, this has nothing to do with Kuya. But then I was like "no. It has everything to do with him. It's his fault. Deal with the consequences"

He's going around angrily yipping

Kuya:

But angrily. He's like hopping up and down like in a cartoon.

Quincy is talking to him normally probably about something serious. Rei yips back like how he coos at Father.

Garu got zoomies out the ASS.

Kuya having zoomies and he can't control it

Garu is running around like crazy. So fast. Can't even see his legs. Just a lil guy who wants belly rubs.

Yakumo is finding a warm spot and just laying there.

Quincy holding Kuya by the scruff while he's holding Garu like a baby. He's a tired mother.

Garu and Topper playing. He just a lil wolf pup.

Kuya hasn't stopped yipping. He's yelling to be changed back. Quincy is going to muzzle him if he keeps this up

Eiden thinks Kuya looks so cute. Kuya is trying to bite his face off. Eiden just wants to hold him and carry him everywhere.

Yakumo is wrapping himself around anyone who will hold him. He wants warmth. Maybe squeezes a little too hard

[gelatinatremolante]

Anche quest'anno qui per offrire una valida alternativa ai recap dell'anno per mostrare quanto si è stati bravi, belli e felici e concentrarsi su dolci, cani, gatti e altri animali.

[bisexualbuck]

STAR TREK CREATOR CHALLENGE

Week 5 - Favorite pet

Porthos

[Image description: five gifs from Star Trek Enterprise focusing on Archer's beagle, Porthos

Gif 1: Porthos is sitting and wagging his tail, he barks one time. The background of the gif is purple, and Porthos is written with a green background. Underneath, Porthos is written in the phonetic alphabet.

Gif 2: Porthos is sitting on his bed, he looks at something before he puts his head down. The gif has a green backround. On the right, there is written "Species: canis familiaris (dog)", and below "Breed: English beagle"

Gif 3: Archer is holding Porthos who has a bandage on his forehead. Archer is talking to Phlox off-screen. On the top left corner is written "Rarely seen without his human: Jonathan Archer"

Gif 4: Gif comprised of three smaller gifs. The larger one shows Porthos laying in Archer's ready room, he hears something and looks up. On the top left corner, there is written "Strengths include". The first smaller gif shows Archer laying on the ground, unconscious, and Porthos licking his face. Below is written "Being an alarm clock" The second smaller gif shows Porthos standing up and barking. The text is "Detecting anomalies" The last smaller gif shows Archer and Porthos playing on Archer's bed. The text is "Good boy behavior"

Gif 5: Gif comprised of three smaller gifs. The larger one shows Porthos being pet by an off-screen person, he lays down on his side to offer his belly to scratches. Text on the top left corner reads "Weaknesses are few" The first smaller gif shows Archer giving Porthos some cheddar. The text below is "Cheese" The second smaller gif is of Porthos in isolation. Archer uses the glove to pet him, and Porthos puts his paw on Archer's hand. Below there is written, "Alien pathogens" The last smaller gif shows one of the Ferengi intruders holding Porthos and looking at him under different angles. The text below reads "No language skills."

/end image description]

[sunstone-smiles]

Is it possible to also request for Day 29 Augtickletober2023 (Wake up) Pokémon gen 9 Lee!Arven and Ler!Mabostiff? Those 2 are just so wholesome and you write them so well 🥰🩷🫶🏾

Canine Alarm Clock

Author’s note: Aww, thank you Gladys! As you said, these two are absolutely wholesome, so tickles are a must! I hope you all enjoy Day 29 of Tickletober: Wake up! (From August’s Tickletober 2023 list!)

Series: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet 

Characters: Mabosstiff and Arven

Word count: 886

Summary: Mabostiff wants to go out and play, but Arven’s still in bed. Not on this pokemon’s watch!

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Ah, a Sunday morning. Where waves of relaxation can be felt through the sun beams pouring through the cracks between the blinds of the window. A Sunday means no classes, and also more sleep. 

However, Mabosstiff is already up and about. While Arven’s sleepy form is cozy on his mattress, Mabosstiff patiently sits by the side of Arven’s bed with a ball in his mouth and wags his tail across the floor as if he was dusting the spot. Wanting to go outside and play, the pokemon canine places the ball down in front of his paws and barks, “Buwoof!”

Arven shifts a little, but that’s about it. The trainer’s back is still facing the canine. Mabosstiff lets out two more gruff barks that could nearly shake the room, “Buwoof! Woof!”

This time, a sleepy whine comes from Arven. He weakly turns onto his back, his eyes refusing to open.

“Mabosstiff, it’s a Sunday,” Arven rolls onto his stomach as his words trail with sleepiness. One of his arms in blue and white striped pajamas now hangs off the bed. 

Seeing at least some kind of awake movement in his trainer, Mabosstiff grabs the ball near his paws and trots over to Arven. The large canine bumps his snout against Arven’s dangling hand.

The trainer flutters open his heavy eyes for a moment before they droop back to a close. “Not now, bud…” Arven sleepily pats Mabosstiff on the head, then rolls over to his side again.

Mabosstiff narrows his eyes and lets out a growl-like huff. He walks away to place the ball safely beside his dog bed, then he trots over to the foot of Arven’s bed. The canine refuses to let his trainer sleep through this beautiful day that’s perfect for playtime.

Mabosstiff stretches on his hind legs with his front paws stabilizing himself on the bed frame, as if he was grabbing a treat from the kitchen counter, then he snatches the end of Arven’s blanket in his mouth. He yanks the blanket off his trainer and swings it to the floor, where it becomes unevenly splayed out. Arven slightly shifts his body. No other movement to get up is made.

With another determined growl, Mabosstiff hops up onto Arven’s bed. His large paws sink into the mattress as he stomps closer to an unflinching Arven. 

When he reaches Arven, Mabosstiff surrounds him with his four paws and his snout above the trainer's head. The large canine dips his head downwards and licks the side of Arven’s neck. Almost instantly, soft huffs of giggles start pouring out of Arven as he’s stirred awake once more. He lifts up his arms to sleepily push his pokemon partner away.

“Bud, let me sleep,” Arven giggles with his eyes closed. “We’ll play later.” 

He lifts his shoulders to his neck and snuggles closer into his pillow to go back to sleep. Well “later” isn’t going to cut it for Mabosstiff.

He tried to wake up Arven the easy way, but now it’s time to show no mercy.

The canine takes a step back, now hovering over his trainer’s side. Luckily for Mabosstiff (but unfortunate for his trainer), Arven’s pajama shirt had risen up during his sleepy tossing and turning, exposing a bit of his belly. The pokemon bares his fangs in a toothy smirk. 

Taking advantage of the opening, Mabosstiff drops his head down and nuzzles his snout into Arven’s exposed tummy. With a jolt, Arven suddenly squeals, as if all the sleepiness that remained in his eyes dissipated in an instant burst of giggles. 

“Hehehehey!” Arven flops his back to the bed and shoves at the large canine’s face. “Buhuhuhud!”

Mabosstiff smirks into Arven’s tummy, nuzzling his snout even faster to keep up his barrage of tickles. Arven attempts to squirm backwards on his bed, only to be stopped by his pile of pillows that served as comfort just a few minutes ago. As the canine’s paws are also on either side of him, Arven has no place else to squirm.

“I knohohohow you want to plahahahay! Buhuhuht this is nohohohot asking politely-eehehehehehe!” Arven’s bed hair becomes messier with his continued wriggling.

Mabosstiff doesn’t care. Instead, he nuzzles into a spot between Arven’s belly and his side, causing the trainer to throw his head back with a shriek of giggly laughter.

“MAHAHAHABOSSTIFF! NOHOHOT there!!! Ohohohokay!!! OKAY! Wehehehe’ll gohohoho play!” Arven surrenders.

Satisfied, the pokemon pulls away with a lingering smile on their muzzle. Arven lies back in bed, residual giggles following as he catches his breath. Mabosstiff comes over to Arven’s side and plops down next to his trainer, snuggling close. The trainer chuckles and pats his pokemon pal on the head.

Arven leans over to the side of his bed and grabs his Rotom phone. He clicks on the screen and shuts off his alarm that was set for the next hour. “Won’t be needing that today,” Arven says to the canine. Mabosstiff happily barks and licks Arven’s neck again, earning a chuckle from the trainer. “Hey, I’m already up! Come on, Mabosstiff,” Arven pulls himself out of bed, invigorated for the day, while his canine partner follows close behind. Who needs a regular alarm on these days when he has a pokemon pal who wants to play to wake him up instead.

[galvivs]

merhaba, daha önce hiç metin veya yazı paylaşmadım bu platformda ama paylaşmamın gerekli olduğunu düşünüyorum. bildiğiniz üzere, geçtiğimiz günlerde gündüz vakti tüm halkın içinde 2 kadın katledildi. kimse el sürmedi, göz ardı edildi. ikbal'in bedeni parçalara ayrıldı, başı ailesinin önüne atıldı; psikopat cani herifin teki tarafından.

4 ekim 2024 tarihinde iki kadın katledildi.

günlerdir sesimizi duyurmaya çalışıyoruz, instagram, tiktok ve x platformlarından paylaşımlar, etiketler oluşturuyor ve etkileşimleri artırmaya çalışıyoruz.

bir kesim, sesimizi duyurmaya çalışmamızın saçma olduğunu ve bir işe yaramadığını söylüyor, elimizden başka bir şey gelmeyebilir fakat etkileşimleri bir kişi bile kullanırsa globale ulaşıp sesimizi duyurmamız daha olanaklı olur.

'e paylaştık, ne oldu yani?' diyorsanız, sustukça onlara destek vermiş olacaksınız. sessiz kalmamızdan güç, destek; cesaret alıyorlar. can güvenliğimiz tehlikede, günlerdir uyku uyuyamıyorum. yarınımız belli değil; göz yumulmaya devam edilirse belki de kurbanlardan biri biz, eşimiz, dostumuz; bir yakınımız olacak.

ülkede daha fazla cinayet gerçekleşiyor, göz ardı ediliyor. sesimizi çıkartmadığımız sürece vahşet devam eder. neredeydi herkes ikbal öldürülürken? kimse mi görmedi; kimse mi duymadı çığlıklarını o koca surların üstündeyken? kimse mi umursamadı? susan herkes sorumludur.

tekrarlıyorum belki cümlelerimi ama cidden yazarken bile korkuyor, güvenliğimden şüphe duyuyorum. elinizden hiçbir şey gelmese bile paylaşım yapın, etiketlerin etkileşimini artırmaya çalışın. bunu bir sonraki sen, ben, biz olmayalım diye yapıyoruz. başını yastığına rahat koyabil diye.

bundan 1-2 gün önce sıla bebeğin vefat haberini aldık; henüz 2 yaşındaydı ve sadece küçük bir bebekti. annesi denen iğrenç zihniyet, sıla'nın fiziksel ve cinsel istismara uğramasına göz yumarak onu komşularına bıraktı. sıla'nın bezinde kan lekesi görmesine rağmen sadece bezi alıp çöpe attı ve yine onu o cehenneme bıraktı. hem fiziksel hem de cinsel istismara uğrayarak hayatını kaybetti, iç organlarında ezilme olduğu tespit edildi.

bu ülkede ne kadınların, ne çocukların, ne bebeklerin ne de hayvanların can güvenliği var. tehlikedeyiz, her an sıradaki biz olabiliriz. lütfen elinizden geldiğince etkileşimi artırmaya çalışın.

susma, sustukça sıra sana gelecek.

[v7lgar]

Hi! Do you have any tattoo hcs for your characters? Specific tattoos they would get and where?

thanks for asking, i really had to think abt this

for barty, he has thorn tattoo surrounding his wrists, ankles and his neck. on his left bicep there is a snake tattoo, on his heart he has e + b, his right arm covered w black ink, under his left ear there is a rab tattoo, on his fingers it writes FUCK and SUCK also on his hipbone there is a rose tattoo and on top of it it says "lick it before you suck it"

regulus has a massive back tattoo, it's a giant snake in green and black ink and it's in spiral shape and on his hip there is antlers (i stole this idea from that one fanart) he has SOB tattoo on his right bicep and JFP on his heart w his handwriting and under his left collarbone there is a e + b tattoo too he and barty got the same tattoos together just at diff places on their body and that's much it

for evan he has a BCJ between his belly button and his dick lmao and every time barty is giving head to him he leaves a hickey there lmao there is a snake tattoo that is wrapping around his neck as if it's resting and he loves it so much he has a chest dragon tattoo in red and white ink and inside his lip it says hentai (one of my old friends has this exact tattoo and i always loved it lmao" and there is more to come for evan but he isn't like barty he has just started lol

pandora only has devil wings on her back and a lipstick stain tattoo from dorcas on her hip

james potter (my beloved) has canis major tattoo on his right shoulder and leo constellation on his left shoulder and under it there is a little snake that crawling under RAB, he has RESERVED tattoo on his hip in regulus' neat handwriting lol and he has a moon star and sun combo tattoo on his left wrist

[pufferfishdude]

Krypto the Superdog: Season 1 Episode 6 Part 1

The episode 'My Pet Boy' is three episodes after the Dog Star Patrol's debut, and here they're of vital importance when Krypto's owner is taken by a family of giant space dogs to their home planet. When Krypto's mind is scanned to get the registration of the spaceship, Mammoth Mutt immediately recognises the planet Canis Magnus as the home to giant dogs. (Pics 1-2) Rather than just say it, she accompanies it while inflating for comedic emphasis inbetween her statement.

"I've heard of that place. That's the planet of..." (Inflates) "...Giant dogs!"

This instance has her cheeks puff up as she closes her eyes to concentrate on inflating, a first so far. The small sharly defined body begins to round out with the curved back and angular rear rising together into one curve reaching higher above the collar. Her chest proceeds to swell in time with this, going past the heart of the collar. The top of her front right leg is lowered until it vanishes while the front and back become one whole ball.

Mammoth Mutt's face is affected, the right cheek inwardly starts off in a reversed C shape and covers more as the side swells into a ball, consuming the right side of her face with the inward curve line spreading from side to muzzle in an arch that covers a corner of the eye. The left side has a shorter line that also bends with the cheek The angled shape of the head softens and spreads out with the filled-out cheek's distinction set with a subtle line at the edge starting from eye level and ending at the neck. Another line appears above the cheek and by the final frame looks to connect to the line at the end of the face.

While Mutt balloons, the curved fat folds surround her, starting off with two on the back before two appear at the front, aided by folds curving along to meet both ways, creating a series of larger and dense C shaped folds. Despite the proximity of the shot with her head in the way and folds going offscreen, we can tally that there are four fold lines by looking at the individual frames - the far back, behind the head, by the neck and the bottom left-hand (which can easily be mistaken as part of the far back). This combined with her swelling size and puffed cheeks makes this shot come across as intense, layered and heavy, like she’s straining to grow enormous.

The second final shot presents the rounding heroine maxing out. Initially just taller than her companions, the colossal chihuahua grows at least a head taller by the finale frame, both hind legs visible and stretched far apart from each other compared to the front legs, while her tail meets in the middle. The folds eventually join together to form a series of rings, creating a close layer at the front while the back is far more spaced out, the furthest curve going past her front legs. This shot is accompanied by the ground shaking, as if her very presence is enough to cause an earthquake at this size along, she’s that heavy and densely-packed. As she finishes, this fluffy pink ball rests and rocking delicately on her belly as she utterly “Giant dogs!”, looking so heavy and rollable.

[gothsoulvi]

Ciao stranier*

Sono Vi e così dovrai e potrai chiamarmi.

Sono una persona riservata , alcune volte eccessivamente e non mi piace parlare con gli sconosciuti.

In questo blog potrai trovare:

-Goth

-Anime

-Libri

-Pensieri (sia tristi che belli)

-Romanticismo

- Cani

-Gatti

-Contenuti lievemente hot (ma non miei)

-NO MIE FOTO.

-Citazioni

-Cibo

-DCA

-Tim Burton

Se non ti piacciono queste cose puoi anche non seguire il blog, se invece dovessi avere qualcuna di queste passioni in comune : BENVENUT* 🦇

Non risponderò spesso ai messaggi in chat, questo blog è per me uno sfogo e non un luogo dove conoscere persone e tra l’altro sono fidanzata.

Sono gentile ma non con tutti, odio l’ipocrisia e la falsità.

Spero che questo blog arrivi a molte persone che hanno voglia di ascoltare e di essere ascoltati, e soprattutto spero che possiate star bene mentre leggete e guardate il mio blog. 💌

Detto questo non mi rimane che augurarti…

BUONA PERMANENZA e «Lasciate ogni speranza voi che entrate».

[sozlerinressami]

Karanlığın Ahengi

Gitarının telleri her titreştiğinde adeta ruhu da ahenkle titriyordu. Her akoru hayatın zorlukları ve geçim sıkıntıları ile yüklüydü.

Gözlerindeki bakışlardan belli olan yorgunluğu notalarına da yansıyor, gitarından çıkan her ses onun yaşamındaki derin acıları anlatıyordu. Metroda ünlü bir müzisyen olmasına rağmen çok kazandığı söylenmezdi. Sahip olmak için birkaç yıllık birikimini feda ettiği gitarı, duygularını dışarı vurmanın tek yolu haline gelmişti.

Onun her zamanki yerinde olduğunu gören insanlar i��ini gücünü bırakıp tamamen ona odaklanıyordu, sevilen bir müzisyendi. Kafasına geçirdiği kapşonu ve taktığı maskesiyle kendisini gizlemek istediği anlaşılıyordu. Karanlığın Ahengi olarak bilinirdi; o, hayatın derin acıları arasında kendi içinde bulduğu ahenkle tanınıyordu. Onun her notasında geçmişin bir parçasını, geleceğin umudunu ve şu anın hüznünü hissedebiliyordunuz. Onunla tanışmamız tamamiyle tesadüftü. Tanışmam mı demeliydim? Doğru ya onun benim varlığımdan bile haberi yoktu.

Yere düşen her su damlası gözümde felaketi çağrıştırıyordu. Sanki sol gözümdeki doğum lekesi giderek büyüyordu ve görüş açımı daraltıyordu. Yerde kıvranan köpeğin acı dolu çığlıklarıyla birlikte köprünün üstünde intihara teşebbüs eden bir kadın vardı. Köpeğin çaresiz çığlıkları yankılanırken kadının umutsuzluğu köprünün üzerinde gerilmişti. Ona yardım etmeye çalışan insanların uzaklaşmasını istediğini acı dolu çığlıklarıyla belli ediyordu. Başıma giren ağrıyla gözümdeki leke, şahit olduğu birden fazla felaketle haddinden fazla büyümeye başladığını hissettiriyordu. İki acı dolu manzara arasında kendi yaşamımın anlamını sorgulamaktan kaçamıyordum, tek çıkış yolu buydu sanki. Kadının acı dolu çığlıklarını işittikçe doğum lekem bana uyguladığı acıyı arttırıyordu. Bu dayanılmaz acıya daha fazla katlanamazdım. Vicdanımı susturmaya çalışarak, oradan koşarak uzaklaşmıştım. Bir yandan ellerimle gözüme baskı uygulayarak hissettiğim acıyı azaltmaya çalışırken, felaketin ortasında doğum lekeme yenik düşüp kaçıp gittiğim için aciz hissediyordum. Şimdiye kadar hiç bu kadar canımı acıtmamıştı, kadının ve köpeğin hissettiği tüm acıları gözümde yaşamış gibiydim. Cani lekemin uyguladığı acının yavaş yavaş yok olmaya başladığını hissederken üstümün sırılsıklam olduğunu fark etmiştim, sıkıntılı bir iç çekişin ardından metroya yönelmiştim. Metroya inen merdivenlere attığım her adımda daha da net işittiğim o güzel ses, doğum lekemin heyecan içinde hareket etmesine neden olmuştu. Ben ise doğum lekemi bu kadar çok heyecanlandıran o sesi merak etmiş kaynağını öğrenmek için adımlarımı hızlandırmıştım.

Yorgunluktan titreyen bacaklarımı umursamadan kalabalığın arasından hızla geçmeye çalışıyor, attığım her adımla kulaklarımda keyifle dans eden notaları daha da yakından duymaya başlıyordum.

Kalabalığı tamamen arkamda bırakmış, melodileri kalbime dokunan o müzisyene gözlerimi sabitlemiştim. Yavaş yavaş etrafımdaki sesleri bastıran müziğin ritmine kapılıyordum. O melodiler sadece bana çalınıyormuş gibi hissediyordum. Hem bedenen hem de ruhen ona kilitlenmiştim sanki. Dakikalarca kıpırdamadan olduğum yerde ruhumu iyileştiren o müzisyeni dinledim.

Onun odağı melodilerdeyken, benim odağım ise melodilerin sahibindeydi, yani onda. Gözlerim yüzündeki her detayı keşfetmek istiyordu. Kızıl kahküllerinin altındaki karanlık gözleri, ruhumu aydınlatmaya yetmişti. Kızıl saçları, ruhumu ateşe verirken gözlerindeki karanlık ise söndürmeye yetiyordu.

Gözlerim yerdeki gitarının kılıfına kaymıştı. İçindeki birkaç bozuk parayı görmemle endişeyle etrafta dolanmaya başladım.

Bu para karnını doyurmaya yetmezdi ki. Ellerimi ceketimin ceplerine attım ve yokladım. İçinden çıkan tek kağıt parayı ellerim arasına aldım. Ya ben karnımı doyuracaktım ya da o.

25.10.2023 —Sözlerin Ressamı

[writingsofwesteros]

Rhaenyra sees Daemon after 6 years and she hates how happy he looks. He has an arm around his niece-wife and they're so happy together.

During court, her half sister introduced their three kids, two boys and a girl and announces she's pregnant with another.

Daemon holds their two sons in his arms and she holds their girl in her arms, her bump is incased inbetween them.

They look at each other with so much love, Daemon often leaning in to whisper something that makes her giggle, she has a beautiful tiara he gifted her, and during dinner, Daemon is always caressing her belly and once even leans down to kiss it.

All of this and more she could've had, Rhaenyra realizes. But it seems it wasn't meant to be. She hates it. Hates her half sister. How easily she was given Daemon when he'd been denied to Rhaenyra.

It's so unfair. She'd be so angry and heartbroken.

oopsie....Daemon and Rhaenyra were cute on that feast scene..I cany deny.

He likes stroking her pregnant belly ...soft puppy sometimes !!!

[tastesoftamriel]

I would love to know what the most popular horker dishes in Tamriel are!

Horker is mostly native to the northern parts of Tamriel, where they thrive in the cold sea waters. As such, today I'll concern myself with native horker dishes.

Nords are probably the biggest consumer of horker in Tamriel, and it is a staple meat across most of the Province of Skyrim, even making it into the diets of inland Markarth, Whiterun, and Falkreath. Most traditionally, horker meat is liberally salted and sometimes dotted with juniper berries and herbs, before being hung to cure. Nord horker ham and bacon are extremely common (even moreso than pork bacon), whether it's in slices, served with cheese and bread, or diced and fried with scrambled eggs.

Other popular ways of cooking horker in Skyrim include basted in honey-based barbecue sauce and slow-roasted, sliced thinly and grilled over coals, or braised in ale with potatoes and root vegetables. While some say that horker has a distinctly fishy taste (like a cow gave birth to a tuna, as Brynjolf likes to say), it's quite bearable if it's cooked right.

Meanwhile, don't forget the Orcs of Wrothgar. While most of them prefer echatere to horker, it's an easy source of food as they dot the coast in great numbers. Fried blubber cubes with potato dumplings are one of the region's most popular specialities, while horker steaks with horseradish sauce is another favourite. Horker pie, horker meatcakes, and horker schnitzel are also a good way to go, served with an array of dipping sauces (most of them spicy).

Finally, there's Solstheim, a Dunmeri outpost with a Nord twist. The cuisine of Raven Rock is wholly unique in its fusion of the cultures, and you get dishes like Horker and Ash Yam Stew. However, other Dunmeri takes on horker include roast horker belly with steamed saltrice and oyster sauce, horker and hackle-lo stir fry, and canis root herbal soup with gingko nuts and horker meatballs. ~Talviel

[gregor-samsung]

Mi ricordo

“ Mi ricordo che una volta la Valle d'Aosta aveva il mare. Era abitata dai Salassi (che in greco vuol dire «popolo del mare») che per le navi di passaggio avevano costruito sul Cervino un faro alto almeno come Mike Bongiorno. Adesso, con gli anni, il mare si è ritirato ed è rimasta soltanto la Dora Baltea, ma prima, al posto delle trote c'erano i delfini salmonati. I delfini più belli venivano catturati e portati a Cogne dove, invece delle acciaierie, c'era un acquario e se si girava cadeva la neve finta. Bisognava stare attenti, però, perché usciva tutta l'acqua e i delfini senza acqua muoiono, quasi come gli uomini. Mi ricordo che al porto di Courmayeur si arrivava in skilift. Dalla banchina partiva il motoscafo più alto del mondo; si saliva e poi via, ottocento chilometri di piste. Sci d'acqua, naturalmente. Mi ricordo che il Piccolo San Bernardo era un'isola e il Gran San Bernardo era un'altra isola, ma più grande ed era piena di cani da valanga che passavano le giornate a guardarsi in faccia e a dirsi: «Boh?» Per quello gli è venuta la bocca all'ingiù. Oggi risulta chiaro che i cani da valanga erano fuori luogo, ma oggi, col progresso, si sanno tante cose che una volta non si potevano capire.

Per esempio allora ci si chiedeva perché tutti i rifugi del Cai si chiamavano «Miramare» e perché un antico proverbio pugliese diceva più o meno: «Se Aosta avesse i monti sarebbe una piccola Sestrière». «Che cosa c'entrano i monti», pensava il guardapesca ributtando in mare un camoscio che gli era rimasto impigliato nella rete. Già allora i camosci erano una razza protetta. Li tenevano al Gran Paradiso assieme alle foche, due panda e qualche Duna giardinetta. Mi ricordo che i valdostani cantavano in coro un'antica canzone di montagna. «Giù pei ponti/ giù pei ponti che noi andremo/ coglieremo/ coglieremo le stelle marine/ per donarle/ per donarle alle bambine…» Mi ricordo che l'aquila faceva – abbastanza bene – il verso del gabbiano e tutt'intorno c'era un delizioso profumo di spaghetti alle vongole e di fontina. Erano i marinai che tornavano con le loro greggi di tonni. Passavano sotto l'Arco di Augusto (che allora era un ponte), baciavano le loro mogli e andavano a rifocillarsi al bar «Caa custa quel caa custa viva el battagliùn d'Aùsta». Era un nome un po' lungo per un semplice bar dove si beveva soltanto genepì e si mangiava soltanto genepesca. Per questo i marinai familiarmente lo chiamavano «Caa custa». Mi ricordo che fu quando il «Caa custa» venne venduto a Maria Josè (una nobildonna che aveva curiosamente il nome di Altafini ma lanciava i piatti come Suarez) che incominciarono a cambiare le cose. Al «Caa custa» prese piede irreversibilmente la Nouvelle Cuisine e nella zuppa di pesce comparvero i primi savoiardi. Era troppo. I valdostani chiesero aiuto a una città amica, Bergùm de Hura e al suo re, Mais, che a tappe forzate occupò Aosta e impose su tutta la Valle la polenta. I savoiardi vennero mandati in esilio e il mare si ritirò a Cascais. “

Gino & Michele, Saigon era Disneyland (in confronto), Milano, Baldini & Castoldi, 1991¹; pp. 107-108.

[vajazzly]

last line tag !!

thank u @kaleidoscopexsighs @kaaaaaaarf @plecotusauritus for tagging me over the last like.... week or so..... it kept slipping my mind but here have.... well its not the last line I wrote, I'm cheating, all the most recent lines are disastrously unpolished gay sex. so. bon appetit

Remus can finally get a real look at his tattoos and he’s fascinated. Sirius lies there, half dead to the world, probably, eyes shut and breathing evening out, and Remus traces over them with his fingers - antlers on his chest, just above his top surgery scars; Canis Major on his ribs, and another constellation he doesn’t know on the opposite side; odds and ends, a patchwork of small tattoos on his arms, images and words mixed together, some sketchy stick-and-pokes and others bold and clear; a moon on one thigh, a sun on the other.  “Like them?” Sirius asks, and Remus looks up to find him staring right at him, a lazy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Remus is tracing over the words inked in large, bold lettering across his stomach, just above his belly button - toujours impur.  “Yeah,” Remus admits, a fire in his stomach. “What’s this mean?” Sirius grins. “Always impure.”

huge shoutout to @kaaaaaaarf and @wdcmaxy for help w the french tattoo !!! yall do not want to know what i was gonna put on this mans body before i was rescued.

im late enough to the game here i feel like everyone's done it already, so open tag (yes, you!)

[askhighpriestred]

Welcome to the new and improved blog of Ask High Priest Red! This is an ask blog featuring the cast of my Pokémon fanfics, Hunter, Haunted and its sequel, The Bringer. Note that there are major spoilers for the first story. If you’d like to read the fic before engaging with this blog, you can find the story here: https://forums.thousandroads.net/threads/hunter-haunted.371/

Be aware that this blog will include content with violence (including against women and minors), gore and cannibalism. Visual material should, at its worst, be 16+. There will be no explicit sexual content.

With that out of the way, let’s meet the characters! From right to left in the image, they are:

Red: Eighteen-year-old high school dropout neck deep in the cult of Helixism. Has sacrificed eight women to HELIX by now. Believes the world is divided into mareep and houndoom, and that he is among the latter. Suffered through the Twitch six years ago, but doesn’t consider that relevant anymore. Currently searching for candidates to be the Bringer, who is the one HELIX will promote to godhood in order to bring back the Helixian Kingdom.

Helix (in Red’s arms): A vessel to part of HELIX’s spirit, yet unaware of the true nature of that god. Happy-go-lucky child who loves his adoptive fathers Red and the nidoking Fonz. Has been resurrected twice.

Michi: A twelve-year-old orphan with aura sensitivity and a pocket knife. Friend of Joanna. Red killed her once, but somehow, she’s returned. Loves exploring the outdoors and hanging out with her ghost friends.

Samson: A thirty-something Arcean priest with a big heart. Has a wife and two children, one of which is an adopted houndoom son. Unaware of Red’s crimes, viewing him as just a kid with depression and anger issues. Ghosts’ rights activist.

Andre: A 23-year-old aura-sensitive Galarish painter from a rich family. Sociable, charming, well-read. Unbeknownst to all but Red, he is also a vigilante who seduces abusers in order to murder them. Red’s number one candidate for Bringerhood, even if Andre thinks the whole Helixism thing is nonsense.

Kohath: The first Helixian king, roughly forty years old, displaced in time by 4,000 years. This slave-turned-warlord’s likes are HELIX, violence, a nice meaty stew, sex with the bros and his dear Aavan houndoom Tsayedet. He is surprised by his sudden ability to understand and speak Tohjoan, but dealing with HELIX has exposed him to wilder things. Admired greatly by Red.

Joanna: A 21-year-old college student - or she was one before her death at Red’s hand. She reincarnated as a yamask, prompting Red to come after her once again. After managing to torment Red for an extended amount of time, she was sadly killed by an exorcism performed by Samson, who was unaware of the situation. She is, however, now back for a second time.

The Beast: A monstrous manifestation of Red’s aggression and bloodlust. While he is quite dim, he is no less dangerous. Loves killing things, eating flesh and belly rubs. Listens to none but HELIX.

HELIX (not pictured): A primordial god. Cold and calculative. HIS goal is to use the body of his Bringer to claim ownership of reality. Currently lives in a fossil hidden away Red’s basement.

That’s all of them! For now, anyway. More characters may appear if some posts call for it.

I will most likely make an ask suggestion post at some point, in which case I will link to it from this post. You are, however, free to ask questions already! I will try to get to them in a timely manner.

Thanks,

Canis