#feeling like a reactive dog again

[nonborderlinary]

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[grison-in-space]

Since the dental Tribble has been on a strict no kibble, no crunchy, no chewing diet. (In a week or so she'll be allowed to use her teeth again a bit more, but no one wants to see a dog get dry socket.) Spouse feels that canned dog food (perpetually on hand to make into pupsickles) is not experienced as filling enough, and we do know that Tribble has done better on grain inclusive foods for the past decade, so... the rice cooker has been simmering with chicken stock rice too bulk out the canned food all week, and Matilda and Benton have both gotten a fair bit of overflow rice as a treat.

Unconnectedly, tonight happens to be my first night alone as the sole human all evening in quite a few months. Matilda has been doing her job of enforcing bed, of course, but I can also rely on other humans to help make routine happen if she's too tired to be on it.

If I was worried that Tilly hadn't worked out her evening routine enforcement functions before now, I shouldn't have been. I don't think I've ever seen a dog so excited to move the evening along towards the part where dinner and the good cookies are.

[californiaquail]

well boss said reese has no indication of any uti or crystals only a tiny amount of red blood cells which can be caused by the manual expression. coworker insisted there was no point in taking rads to see if he's blocked from the string so going to try some laxaire and hope 😬🤞🏻also then my boss gave me a ride to the bus stop so i didn't have to carry the huge crate which was uncharacteristically nice of him 🤨

[lovesickonmybed]

living in your laundry | 18+

masterlist | series masterlist | info abt palestine | gaza fundraisers

pairing | vi x reader

synopsis | after coming back from the gym vi steals a pair of your panties.

tags | 18+, college au, masturbation, panty stealing/sniffing, sub!vi, dom!reader, use of toys, pervy!vi, fantasies, mutual masturbation, getting caught, mention of voyeurism, and dirty talk.

word count | 3k

a/n | the title is a reference to i wanna be your dog 2 by ajj which feels very vi coded. this is up on ao3 as well! thank you to @joeloverture for reading this over and helping me out.

Vi bobs her head to the music blasting through her headphones, muttering along to the lyrics of ‘XO’ by Fall Out Boy as she delivers hit after hit on the punching bag in front of her. The gym is empty except for her, her strange class schedule allowing her the alone time she missed having back home.

Her mind is filled with thoughts of you on her boot from two weeks ago. The game of truth or dare went better than either of you had expected. The past two weeks all she’s been able to think about are your moans and the look in your eyes as she bounced you on her boot. You were like nothing she had seen before; she wasn’t sure what it was but she was utterly obsessed. Thankfully, sharing a room together after hadn’t been as awkward as she anticipated, but that didn’t stop her from feeling guilty for sneaking glances when you’d change. Usually she was good at this kind of thing. She knew how to treat a woman right, but for some reason she felt…hesitant. The last time she’d been with a virgin she was one as well. She was worried she’d move too fast with you, so she didn’t move at all. 

The door to the gym opens behind her and a small group files in, all chatting amongst themselves. She takes that as her cue to leave and heads for the locker room door. She pushes her way inside and quickly inputs her combo. She slips her black t-shirt over her red sports bra and grabs her gym bag out of the locker. She puts one earbud back in as she starts on her way back to the dorm. 

She’s thankful to go to school in a state with a warmer climate so she can get away with wearing a t-shirt and biker shorts in November. 

Once back at the dorm she starts stripping off till she’s left in nothing but her sports bra and striped boy shorts. She heads into your shared bathroom to shower but stops once she sees a pair of red panties sitting atop the laundry basket. There’s a small pink rose sewn onto the front waistband. They’re cute, something Vi wished she had seen you in. She sets her clothing down and in an impulsive move she swipes the pair from the laundry basket and heads back to her bed. She knows she shouldn’t, she knows your next class ends in 30 minutes, but despite this she gives in to her dirty thoughts. She grabs her mini wand from her nightstand and lays back on her bed, slipping a hand below her waistband. Her other hand brings the nylon fabric up to her nose, inhaling your scent and moaning against it. She slips her wand beneath her waistband, adjusting the divot to be pressed against her clit. She presses the on button as she slips the fabric over her head, adjusting it so the gusset is pressed against her nose. Her hips buck up at the feeling of the vibrations against her clit. Despite how often she uses this wand she’s just as reactive every time. 

She maneuvers the wand, pressing it harder against her clit as she starts to inhale your scent again. She sucks the fabric into her mouth as she imagines you walking in on her. She’d love nothing more than for you to find her like this, sucking on your panties as she inhales the scent of your cunt, hand shoved down her pants maneuvering her wand against her clit. She can imagine you pulling the panties from your face, glaring down at you, the only sound in the room being your wand vibrating against your clit. She can imagine your face as you shake your head in disapproval, mocking words falling from your lips. “Pathetic…and here I was thinking you were a dom.” She whines loudly as she imagines it in your voice. “I am a dom,” she whines pathetically as if you’re there in the room with her. She bites her lip as she imagines how you’d snap back at her, “A dom doesn’t lay around with someone's panties over their head while they get off to the smell and taste of said panties.” She mutters, “Shut up,” and takes another smell of your panties.  

She knows she’s pathetic having these thoughts of you mocking her, she knows she’s perverted for stealing your panties to use like this but fuck does she love it. She clicks the button on her wand, causing the speed to pick up. She whines loud and spreads her legs wide, putting her feet up on the bed. She maneuvers the wand against her clit as she writhes against it. Thoughts of you continue to flood her brain, the way the water droplets ran down your leg when you got out of the shower last night. The bathroom door was open just far enough for her to catch a glimpse and feel immediately guilty for it. She thinks of how you whined when you were struggling with your math homework and how you looked at her with puppy dog eyes and begged her to join you on your bed to help. She obliged of course, how could she ever say no to you. Just as she feels herself reaching her climax she thinks of your face when you came on her boots. She whines your name when she comes, it comes out more pathetic than she planned.

She turns her vibrator off and lays her legs flat to give herself a moment to rest, reaching up to pull your panties off her face. She uses them to clean herself up and once she feels like her legs won’t burst into jelly as soon as she steps off the bed she makes her way into the shared bathroom and discards the pair atop the laundry pile. She spends her shower feeling guilty for what she did, for the first time in her life she feels dirty. She hopes the water is hot enough to wash that guilt right off her skin.

She avoids your gaze that night, she fears that somehow just by looking into her eyes that you’ll know every dirty detail of what she did. How she got off to you and your smell, how she desecrated such a cute pair of your panties like that. She swears to herself that she’ll never do it again…but just three days later she spots another pair atop the laundry pile and she can’t help but swipe it for a later use. Surely you won’t notice one pair going missing, maybe someone mixed them up with theirs in the communal laundry room, it’s believable enough for Vi to get away with it. 

The next night when you’re out with friends she slips the pair out from her nightstand along with her wand. She takes her time stripping down to her sports bra and black briefs before making herself comfortable on her bed. She brushes a finger over her lower lip and trails her hand down to her breasts. She slips a hand beneath the fabric of her bra and squeezes the tender flesh. She lets out a breathy moan and rolls her nipple between her fingers. She imagines it’s you, she kneads her flesh till she’s satisfied and moves to her other breast and makes sure to give it the same attention, she knows you would if you were the one doing this to her. She slips your panties over her face just like she did only a few days ago and moans at your scent, she slips the wand beneath her waistband and turns it on. She’s whimpering your name in no time, mumbling out all the things she desperately needs you to do to her. She’s so caught up in her fantasy that she doesn’t even hear her text notification go off. It’s from you.

Hey, plans ended up falling through. Heading back now. 

She continues on, writhing pathetically as she once again imagines you catching her. She imagines you coming back from a party, all dolled up with body glitter covering every inch of visible skin. Almost how you looked earlier when you left for a concert with your friends. She thinks about the sound of your platform shoes against the floor, stalking towards her menacingly as you tut. “Mind telling me what you’re doing with my panties over your face like that?” All she can do is whimper, she imagines your voice as commanding and intimidating. She keeps on with her fantasy, she wishes you’d make her ride your boots like she had you. She’s been eyeing those platforms you wore tonight for awhile now. 

She’s so caught up in her thoughts she doesn’t even hear the door creak open, but she does hear your purse hit the floor and your loud gasp. You slam the door shut, backing yourself up against it. “O-Oh my god…I-I-” You’re fully at a loss for words, all you can do is stammer. You cover your eyes with your hands. 

Vi is quick to rip your panties from her face and struggles for a second to turn the wand off. “Shit…Listen, I can explain-”

You cut her off, “Was…” you take a second to catch your breath, “Was that my underwear on…on your face?” You ask shakily, hands still covering your eyes.

“Yes, it was. I’m so sorry…” Vi has no idea what to really say. There’s no explaining her way out of this, it’s pretty damn clear what she was doing. If you need extra clarification you can just look at the wand sticking out of her briefs.

“Were you sniffing them?” You ask quietly.

Vi sighs, “Yes…”

“Jesus christ, Vi. Why do you even have those? Where did you get them from?” 

“The laundry basket…I…I like how you– how they smell,” Vi answers meekly, hiding her face in her hands. 

“So you put them over your nose and got off imagining me?” You move closer to the bed, removing her hands from her face and making her look at you. “Come on, look at me when you admit it.” 

Vi’s cheeks go red and she chokes on air, “W-What?” Your voice has taken on the commanding tone from her fantasies. Vi reaches down and pinches her wrist just to make sure it's really happening. 

“Go on, don’t get shy now. That would just be pathetic,” you laugh. 

“Where the hell was this side of you two weeks ago?!” Vi exclaims, still clutching your panties in her hand. The lacy fabric wet from where she licked them.

“Where was the side of you that sneaks into girls' laundry baskets and steals their panties to huff while you get off, huh perv?” You retort.

“I thought you were a virgin?” She’s looking you up and down, pure confusion across her face.

“Never said I wasn’t. Can’t a virgin be a switch? Can’t a virgin get wet when they see their pervy roommate huffing their panties with a vibrator stuffed down her pants?” You laugh.

“So you’re not weirded out by this, by me?” Vi’s voice comes out a little shaky, almost unsure. 

“It’s a bit weird, don’t get me wrong. But, luckily for you I like it. I wish I watched you a little longer, god…I bet you’d look pretty coming with my panties over your face.” You move your hand to take your panties back from her. Your face scrunches up when you feel the wet spot, “Vi why the fuck are they wet? Did you wear them or-”

Vi’s face turns even redder, “I licked them…I wanted to taste you,” she sounds ashamed, but you like that. 

“Could’ve just had me make another mess on your boots,” you joke, eyeing Vi’s boots near the door. An image flashes in your mind of how she looked down at you, how she tugged at the front of your panties to bounce you against the shoe.

“God, don’t tempt me cupcake…y’know, I could return the favor on those pretty boots you’re wearing right now,” Vi says, her eyes shifting down to the platform combat boots that adorn your feet. 

“Ya gonna steal my boots to masturbate now too, pervert?” You snort.

Vi smacks you lightly, “I was gonna offer to ride them for your entertainment but I’ll take that offer back if you’re gonna be like that.”

You roll your eyes at her, “I guess I’ll be missing the show of a lifetime, hm? How about you give me a different show? I wanna see how you were using my panties before I interrupted.”

“I-I can do that,” Vi stammers. She’s always been so bold, but with you all that confidence seems to disappear. 

You toss the panties back to Vi and sit on your bed, you bend down to unzip your boots and look up at Vi, “Go on. I’ll give you a show too.” You go back to removing your shoes and do it slowly. Vi slips your panties back over her face like she did before, positioning it so the leg holes work as eye holes so she can still watch you. She clicks the wand back on and moves her hand to her breast as she watches you undress. Beneath your platform boots are a pair of thick socks and black fishnets adorned with tiny rhinestones. She squeezes her breast as you remove the socks, holding them up for her to see and giggling.

“Could always gag you with these. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

Vi nods furiously, she’d love nothing more than for you to do whatever you’d like to her. 

“We’ll save it for another time, I’d like to hear you. Go on, don’t be shy, Cupcake,” you tease, stealing the nickname and using it against her.

Vi whines and continues on, she watches as you reach behind yourself and unzip your black leather skirt. You stand and shimmy the skirt down your legs, Vi wishes she was taking it off of you. She focuses her eyes on the little black g-string beneath your skirt. She wants to tug at it and hear you squeal for her. You sit back down on the bed and spread your legs for Vi. You slowly remove your shirt for her, pulling the black tank top up and over your head. You’re wearing a black lacy bra that goes perfect with your g-string. “Were you planning on someone seeing that tonight?” Vi asks, her voice husky. 

You chuckle and shake your head no, “Just you when I changed into my pajamas tonight.”

She whines at that and lays back to get more comfortable, she spreads her legs as wide as they’ll go and maneuvers her wand against her clit as she watches you. 

You move your hands to your breasts, massaging them over your bra, the lace almost tickling you. You lean your head back and moan. Vi loves how you sound, if she could she’d replay that sound for the rest of her life. Vi writhes and whimpers as you slide your hands down to your thighs, beginning to massage them as well. You begin to rub yourself over your g-string. You close your eyes and let out a breathy moan. The room is soon filled with sounds of pleasure from you and Vi, getting yourselves off for one another. Vi has to fight the urge to beg you to touch her, but she doesn’t want to push things too far. She’ll enjoy whatever you feel comfortable giving her. The two of you come closer and closer to climax, Vi getting there quicker thanks to the help of her toy. Her eyelashes are fluttering and she’s squirming and whining so pathetically. You’re leaning back on your elbows, legs spread while you’ve got one hand on your breast and the other on your clothed cunt. You’re mumbling Vi’s name between whimpers and moans. Your body glitter shines beneath the wall lights that decorate your side of the room, you look angelic. If Vi could she’d frame this moment on her wall for eternity. 

With one more moan of your name Vi reaches her climax, legs falling and her head shooting back. Her hips arch up as she comes, fingers digging into the fabric of her comforter. She gets one last whiff of your panties as she comes down from her high. You follow her lead soon after, falling limp and muttering her name. You both lay there catching your breath. Vi reaches up and removes your panties, using them to clean herself up just like before. Vi stands and stumbles her way over to your bed. She steadies herself against your bed and looks down at your blissed out face. Your mascara is slightly smudged beneath your eyes, your skin glistening. “You’re so pretty,” Vi whispers, reaching over and pushing your hair out of your face.

You smile up at her, “You are too…c’mere.” You extend your hand for her to grab and pull her down onto the bed with you. She cuddles up next to you and buries her face in the crook of your neck. 

“I was worried about the kind of roommate I’d get y’know,” Vi chuckles. “I definitely didn’t expect this to happen, but I'm glad it did.”

You smile over at her, “Me too. You’re lucky I like pervs like you.”

Vi rolls her eyes, “Shut up, brat. Don’t make me put you in your place again.”

“Oh no, don’t teach me a lesson,” You say sarcastically.

“You’d be so lucky.” 

“Mhm, I would,” you mumble before leaning over and kissing her forehead.

“What is this? What are we now?” You ask, reaching over to play with Vi’s hair.

She looks up at you, “Well, we don’t know much about each other yet, but I like whatever it is we’ve done. Friends with benefits maybe?”

“Hm, sounds nice to me.”

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS AND EYES

scout: blue-raspberry blue. artificially blue. matches his energy drinks. uv reactive from the mass amounts of chemicals in his bonk. they glow (quite literally) when he’s planning some nefarious shit. narrow, and upturned. he always looks mischievous. blue like a neon sign. his eyes are probably brighter.

soldier: blue like a cloudless american morning babeyy. big fuckin eyeballs. there is not a flaw in the brilliance of the blue in his eyes, not a speck of green, nothing to break the unyielding blue. when his eyes are not wide with crazed bloodlust, he actually looks quite friendly. like a dog. a large dog with an extensive bite history.

pyro: they… are eyes. and they do… work. has an astigmatism. no peripheral vision at all. most everything in the real world is a blur to them and no, they don’t wear glasses, or contacts. their job hasn’t been harder without them, so it’s not something they see as necessary. if you look deep enough into the mask, you can tell the mask is looking back at you.

engineer: i’m gonna stand so tall when i say this. we do not have a canon eye color for engie, so i’m gonna say he is a member of the beautiful brown eyes committee. big doll eyes with dark, murky brown irises, like staring at an oil spill. they almost look out of place when he takes his goggles off. nobody expects to see two large pools of ink on his face, even as the sun hits them it’s just darkness. darkness and whirlpools and popped gas bubbles in the murk.

demo: the chapter president of the beautiful brown eye club. warm, like scotch and spices. has flecks of a bright copper within the iris, and a dark ring around it. got those eye freckles. such unimaginably long lashes, he’s so pretty when he’s looking up at you through them. the other socket is empty. he doesn’t see the point in having a glass eye. that doesn’t give him his sight back, just makes others feel better about themselves. prefers having eyepatches. has one in every color to match anything. the team is always taken aback when he wears a different colored eyepatch. and not to be biased… but they like him in red.

heavy: such a pale blue, it’s stunning. he’s got that husky issue sometimes where his teammates don’t want to approach him because he looks so mad. pale blue like the desperate search for the sky through a mist. pale blue like aquamarine. splashes of a soft, dull green just outside the pupil. downturned. wears reading glasses. they’re so light they generally take color from reflections in his eyes. they can look grey or hazel, even, really just depends on what he’s wearing.

medic: scarily brilliant blue. like electric blue like a lightning strike blue. the only thing that protects you from a horrific stare is his glasses. the glare from his glasses helps so much. has a dark blue ring around his iris that seeps into the main blue; which is icy. it just makes that icy blue brighter. if you look in his eyes too long you will get lost. the blues all start to swirl eventually. he’s got that husky syndrome bad. he always looks mischievous at best and downright terrifying at worst. his glasses don’t fit anymore, so if he gets jostled too much they fall off.

sniper: i will once again invite hardship into my life with this: snipes got hazel eyes. they are mainly, a pale green dominant hazel, with touches of amber near his pupils and the spattering of a dull blue on the outer edge. they almost look blue against the red, because it’s against the red of his uniform that you can tell his eyes aren’t entirely green. and with the blue of the opposing uniform, they look green, because you can tell they’re not entirely blue.

spy: member of the human-looking blue eyes club. dark, dull and flawed, specks of brassy green throughout the irises. normally half lidded because he is exhausted. also usually bloodshot. long, curled eyelashes. his canthal tilt is zero. his face is normally set very neutrally, so his eyes don’t make him look nefarious and distrustful. frankly he can’t hide anything behind his eyes. they’re very expressive when combined with his eyebrows.

[patricia-taxxon]

synopsizing the movie that plays in my head every time i listen to nascent by alexander panos

this probably isn't as interesting to read as it is for me to imagine in my own head, but i wanted to write it down. maybe u will have fun imagining it too

1. Q Windswept

This is the intro to the album, you pretty much get every flavor of sound that the album has to offer in one short burst. This is the title sequence & opening credits, where all the nonexistent animators & vfx artists would go. I imagine big bunches of text popping into existence with each impact.

2. Cycles

This track is in a weird spot, it's the longest one & it was made much earlier. It sounds like it's in a different world, so I treat it as an establishing montage of the human world. We're introduced to the protagonist, who I'll call Alex for convenience but doesn't necessarily represent the real life producer behind the music, represented by a live action human actor for the time being. The track feels like writer's block, frustration, pounding on a desk, (the domp domp bit) pacing around the room, moments of existential fear in between the doldrums of solitude, the wubs and crashes are a transformation that is barely being held back. Twilight depression montage.

3. Sutter

Sutter begins the purely synthetic "internal" portion of the record. We enter a liminal/metaphorical space. Alex spasms and transforms into a 2D animated dog furry while floating far above a green field with too much synthetic blue in its hue. Huge wide shots of Alex's body flying backwards with the artificial landscape in the background, hitting with those massive manipulated vocal hits. The track ends with him slowing and coming to a gentle rest on the grass.

4. 36523_red/blue

Alex opens his eyes, sees only the pure "blue screen of death" shade of blue in the sky. Abstract glitches and squiggles zap across the screen in time with the music. Alex is beginning to ruminate, represented by him drawing patterns with his paws in the sky as the track begins to pick up a consistent tempo. The glitches and patterns are played with his fingers, building in intensity until the climax shows a vast mirror that fills the entire sky approaching rapidly, and then slowing, the dog boy in the reflection growing until it comes face to face with the viewer, and then a cut to black.

5. reasonsnotto

Lights are out, audio-reactive abstract animations shudder into being with the synthetic voice, warping and pulsing with the track's modulations. In the moments when Alex's real voice pokes through the synthetic mush, his dog form coalesces, still blurry and struggling to become fully contiguous until the very end, where Alex sings the album's thesis directly to the camera, against a pure black background.

6. Dream Extinction

He breaks the mirror here, the impacts are his fists striking the surface and releasing burning waves of fire and electricity. At the end, the part with the consistent bursts, he begins clawing at his reflection, screaming, seizure inducing flashing lights imply that this hurts him too. As the track calms down, the mirror disintegrates.

7. Equinox (Prelude)

This track begins the portion of the album that is trying to claw itself back into reality. He's not there yet, beyond the mirror Alex finds another liminal space, a primordial river, and as the track builds, more concrete images begin to flash into existence before crumbling again. He can't get out, he doesn't want to get out. He shields his eyes, cut to black.

8. Equinox

This is the bit where Alex says a poem to himself and runs back to reality with all his might. Emphasize the "You flake, you human life" line, he says it with gritted canine teeth and his doggy ears lowered, resolved to claw back to his humanity. After that exalted rush of light and color passes, he opens a door, and slams it behind him.

9. catch it

This track is resurfacing, coming back to reality. The synthetic glitches fall back completely, icons of a city street come into existence, populating the white void in time with those guitar chords. Alex isn't visible yet, but the images are revealed to be the view outside his window. The POV shot looks down, and he sees his human hands again.

10. re:Turning

Ok, this part is so cliched & shmaltzy that it makes me embarrassed to write it out, but there's only one conclusion this story can have. The glitches re-emerge, the synthetic elements that were previously contained come back again. It's his fur. The dog re-emerges, Alex transforms again like a magical girl before opening his front door & singing the final hook, walking through a live action environment with shapes and colors from his liminal space following him. The paradox is resolved. He is multitude.

thanks for reading.

[captain-hawks]

oliver thoughts anon again! thank you for letting me yap at, and with you dee 😭

love to hate him, hate to love him, u20 sub general manager!reader and oliver. you hate him bc he can be a pr nightmare and you swear he's taken years off your life with the shit he pulls, making demands and changes to the team schedule and line up without letting you know. he hates you bc you're constantly on his ass about the things he doesn't wanna think about. one day mid-lecture, it clicks in his mind. the best way to shut you up is to do it himself. he'll take that gamble. why else would you be so reactive to him?

you kissed him back. you kissed him back and he never lets you forget it

he spits in your mouth, leaves his signs of sin imprinted on your flesh, calls you a needy slut and why is that so hot when he's slamming into you, panting obscenities in your ear

he tells you he's gonna fuck you so stupid you won't worry your pretty little head about anything else and he follows through

he nicknames you "kitten" on his phone bc sendou once commented about his scratched up back in disgust

he schemes. plays dumb when he posts an unapproved thirst trap pic that toes the borderline of pornographic, knowing you'll come barreling at him with a lecture and he needs to fuck his frustration out after a bad game and you just happen to make eye contact with him. imagine his delight when he finds out you've saved them :) he won't stop lording it over you. this becomes an invitation to send nudes

getting told you two bicker like an old married couple puts awful ideas in your brain. of fighting like cat and dog, glorious make up sex and what if you two got married and grew old together

when you pick up his stupid drunk ass and let your heart run into his hands, it's all bc he said he trusts you and that means more than than any of his fake "i love yous"

when he treats you well and kindly, it throws you for a loop. why is he doing that?? the genuine smile he has when he tells you he's thankful for putting up with him and for all your hard work is seared in your mind

in conclusion, you fall first and hard. welcome to oliver aiku hell

semi-related but i have driving thoughts the way people have shower thoughts and the rude way my mind told me there is a kuroo tetsurou to oliver aiku pipeline has left me in shambles

oliver thoughts nonnie WELCOME BACK<3

RAHHHHHH omg i love you. i'm so obsessed with the idea of manager!reader x oliver. i'm already seated before this has even begun!!!!

he's a pr nightmare, bane of your existence!!!! HE KISSED YOU TO SHUT YOU UP.

are you aware of my spit kink did u specifically target me with this because i'm going to blast off into space. and degradation with a power imbalance I WEEP (imagine thinking about him saying all of this shit while you're watching him from the sidelines.......goodbye). KITTEN.

THE SCHEEEEMEEEESSSSSSSS. FUCKBOY THIRST TRAPS. POST GAME SEX. HE TRUSTS YOU alkdsfjkadslfdlflkfasfl.

and then what happens when your ex shows up for one reason or another. ex boyfriend? ex husband? god what if he's rich and has a stake in the team or something. and suddenly this throws oliver for a loop because why aren't you giving him the attention you were before and why doesn't he feel like calling up any other girls and why the fuck is he jealous—

[lafiametta]

okay i don't know why (maybe it's because i found it extremely hot too) but i feel like the first time ani started to be attracted to igor is when he smashed up the candy shop. something about the fact that he has the capacity to be that violent but as a person isn't. (or at least, isn't with/to her. we don't know what he's like when he's "working", whatever that entails)

Yeah, I totally see what you're saying, and it's interesting because it's after the candy shop scene that she's less openly hostile to him and doesn't seem to mind him being around her as much. I mean, she's upset about the scarf (mostly because she thinks he brought with the intention of using it on her again), but then she gives in and takes it. When they're watching Toros drive the SUV off the tow truck, she turns back and looks at him, like, “Hey, are you seeing this crazy shit, too?” And after Garnik vomits in the car, when Toros is cleaning up at the gas station, she directly addresses him (“Yeah, I'm not getting back in there”), as if she sees them both in the same boat, rather than continuing to dismiss him as dangerous or as a mindless henchman.

Because the candy shop is really the first time she's seen him in action, using his full destructive force. (She might claim in was in the living room, but there he was much more reactive, his assault on her no doubt terrifying, but not actively aggressive.) In this scene, though, he stops Tom in his tracks and easily disarms him (it's almost comically easy), then waits for Toros's instructions, like a leashed attack dog. Once Toros gives him the order, he goes to town, smashing gumballs and the popcorn machine and a glass case, before taking the aluminum bat and giving it a small, precise tap against one of the jars (which also shatters magnificently). As the audience, we weren't really prepared for this kind of direct violence — we haven't seen anything quite like this from Igor before, even though we know he was brought into the situation as a physical enforcer — and it's shocking and a little scary. (Maybe to offset the vibe, Igor's shown in the background of the remainder of the scene casually eating popcorn out of the broken machine.)

But none of this fazes Ani. The moment he finishes his destructive work, she's right behind him, advancing quickly on Tom and Crystal with a pointed finger directed on them, yelling at them to call Ivan. It's almost as if his aggressiveness sparked hers, like after watching him, she feels emboldened to unleash her own propensity for combativeness. I suspect (although it might be a bit of a stretch) that she actually finds his capacity for violence exciting and attractive, that is, when it's not aimed at her. There is also something to be said, as you pointed out, for the fact that while he has this capacity, it's only put into action when he's told to use it by his employer. For the rest of the movie, his body is still utilized, but mostly to aid or provide strength (like when he pulls Ani out of the fight, or carries Ivan down the courthouse steps). We don't really know what he does in terms of physical enforcement when he's otherwise “working” for Toros, and neither does Ani. She can probably imagine, though. And based on her reaction to him in the candy shop, I don't think she would find it entirely off-putting.

[numberonetacostan]

okay im writing this at 2am while I bet on losing dogs is playing not a great mix.

OKAY here we go sensitive topics(?) consisting of self-harm

tacopad and SOME tacomic I guess

Sometimes i wonder how Mepad or Microphone would react to Taco self-harming, I like to think they immediately comfort her, no matter how many times she says she doesn’t need it, or doesn’t want it. They would keep sharp objects away, but since Taco can hide things in her shell, blades on those sharpeners aren’t safe nor are pocket knifes. The two would try EVERYTHING to keep her away from blades, but would end up with new scars on her wrists/thighs.

Taco doesn’t know why she doesn’t this, she doesn’t like it, yet she continues. She hides her arms with hoodies and long sleeved shirts. Summer is a hellhole for her, either having to wear arm warmers, or not going out her room. No one has seen her scars, not even Microphone and Mepad. Though they have caught her, everytime they try to bandage the wounds, she hides her wrists away.

ok im actually so sorry if this is very different from what i usually put here, and im sorry again if this topic makes you uncomfortable.

-nori

Hiya, Nori!!!!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in a hc!!!!! :] no worries about it being too dark, I love angst!!!! The only type of ask I won't take are sexually explicit ones. I will be putting a trigger warning and a cut, just in case others might be sensitive to it. I do hope you're feeling okay, though <3 I know I'm an internet stranger so feel free to ignore this, but I'm always willing to lend a listening ear for all my ii buddies on here!!! <3 <3 <3

TW: discussion of self-harm!!

I can, unfortunately for her, see Taco self-harming. She has trouble handling and expressing her feelings, a maladaptive coping mechanism such as that is a definite possibility for her, especially one she could pick up living alone in the woods such as self-harm. Especially especially since we get a glimpse into her self-image during Taco's Tirade!! Granted, she is at her rock bottom during the song, but we see throughout season 2 that she does feel bad about her actions!!!! She found herself to be monstrous long before the song, yeah? aaaaaa sorry your ask was about Mic and Mepad finding out!!!! I'll get right on with that!!!

So, I think Mepad would be a lot better about finding Taco self-harming because of his calm demeanor, and his teleportation ability, but mostly his demeanor. Him remaining quiet and soft and calm about it would make Taco herself a lot less reactive, since her feelings wouldn't be amplified by a loudly emotional reaction from him. Depending on how accurate or selective he can be with his teleporting, he could get whatever item Taco is using to harm herself away from her quickly and easily. Despite his understated reaction, of course, he is worried sick. He would not leave her side for a single second for weeks. I mean, I picture them sticking together anyways, but he is extra alert!!! I think he and Taco would do a lot of talking, and he would be very keen on trying to find her other coping mechanisms that aren't harmful. And and, he'd be very discreet about it. He would not tell a single other soul if Taco told him not to, unless he found he couldn't properly handle the situation alone.

However, much to my despair (i was actually crying about this before i saw your ask, funnily enough), Mepad is dead!!!!! So he can not be here to expertly Therapad his way through this. So we have the next best person to take care of Taco when she's in severe distress, Mic!! Who, as we have seen (ex: after lb and testy disappear in s2 ep12) Mic does not seem to do too well in surprising, stressful, and/or scary circumstances!!! Not that Mic wouldn't be a great help to Taco, no no, she would do her best and be incredibly supportive, but she would react more outwardly and, in true Mic fashion, loudly, to seeing Taco self-harming. The classic "What are you doing?!?!!??!!!!!!!" Sort of thing, yeah? I can see her being a lot more proactive in trying to keep all sharp objects away from Taco, since unlike Mepad, Mic has to sleep and thus can't keep her eyes on Taco 24/7.

I can see Taco potentially using self-harm as a form of punishment for herself while she's trying to change. Snapped at someone? She deserves to be hurt. Lied instinctively? She'll train it out of herself by force. Honestly this is pretty aligned with my hc of Taco initially trying way too hard to change immediately post-canon and it taking a huge toll on her mentally.

Ough and her hiding her scars even from Mic and Mepad and keeping them hidden despite all the misery it causes her am I seeing an ALLEGORY right there??? I think I am with her keeping all her feelings down despite how much worse it makes her feel. She's trying to heal and get better, but old habits are hard to break, yeah? Sometimes they come back with a vengeance.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Because I think that was approval? I'm sending the Annabeth Therapy Arc Headcanons:

They/He lesbian aromantic Annabeth. In full agreement about the owl wing top scars - also they may be poly? Idk i think that could be nice.

I also think they have a shit haircut he did himself with a knife in the mirror. They're very proud of it (- and lowkey they shouldn't be because it looks BAD).

Probably got a dog on their therapist's advice because after he realizes he's an abusive partner and had a lot of Luke's grooming affect who they are and how they treat people, he's self isolating and he's not ready for people connections so. Dog. He has one massive drooling fluffy thing and one tiny lil chihuahua lookin one - no specific breed I bet they're shelter dogs.

You're not an autistic Annabeth believer, and neither am I. I don't have any specific hcs but I do think he has low empathy.

I imagine they live on the road because they can't feel comfortable in one place even after everything they've gone through. Goes around the country to look at different museums and sketch/photograph architecture and work on their own designs. Probably sells their own sketches at small venues, most definitely writing a book about it.

Tried to go to college for an Architecture degree but dropped out because let's be fair he would never fuck with structured education and also become of the above "they can't feel comfortable in one place after everything" thing.

Has the shittiest car in the entire world. It's breaking down every week. This thing is running on duct tape and prayers.

Doesn't want contact with Persephone out of both guilt and also because it brings up bad memories of some very bad moments in their life, but through talking to Grover, eventually Grover reactivates an old group chat of the three of them from when they were kids. There's not really friendship there but they occasionally text happy birthday or send photos and respond with like. one positive emoji. Less friendship and more "yeah I'm still alive. here's a dog photo".

Tries to help out younger demigods around the country when they meet them. Tells them stories about this cool girl who's the daughter of posideon and kicks ass. Teaches them what he can. Tries to be better than Luke. Some of those kids bum rides in his van for a bit, some remember him and see him later in like a different state two years later and catch up. Accidentally becomes like a mentor figure to half the United States' demigod population - again, Luke parallels, except HE'S not a PIECE OF SHIT. He actually can interact with children WITHOUT being a pedo or a fascist about it.

Has the whitest music taste known to man - we all have our flaws. Not like taylor swift, but def VERY white.

Prob does art therapy I think.

Gets a platonic partner when he goes to a small art show and displays his work, meets the girl at the display next to his, and they talk for 6 hours and it's wonderful. She gives him his first tattoo and they love it.

I do think he's trying his best to be less White Feminist and learn and listen to other people. Probably goes to protests and poc events (mainly artist based ones) if he stumbles across one to talk to people. He fucks up a lot but IS making an effort even if he sticks his foot in his mouth every once and a while.

tldr I actually really have a soft spot for Annabeth even if they kind of suck because I think they should be able to get better. In my heart their post-canon is becoming transgender and running off into the sunset to get better as a person and become a better person than all his abusers and be super happy far away from Percy.

SIB COOKED🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

[gilverrwrites]

On The Kitchen Floor

Black Mask/Reader, 1.7K words

AN: hi, please enjoy this very niche black mask fic, sorry not sorry, I was told to spice it up however I liked and I just want him to love me but also treat me like filth okay bye. don't @ me, i'll be hiding under a rock until the next full moon. Seriously though, I hope you do enjoy this.

Request: Hmmm ... I have a Black Mask request for a free use S/O with masochistic tendencies? 👀🖤& How about throwing in some leashes, and collars too? 😉 And for the rest, spice it up however you like < 3 Need that nasty man as degrading as possible ~ Rating: 18+

CWs: Swearing, (established) dom/sub dynamic, dom!Roman, free-use, cnc (kinda), dehumanization, dumbification, degradation, humiliation, dog themed pet play, anal, anal play, anal plugs, pet names: sweetheart, baby, boot-humping (but not really) derogatory names: dog, bitch, slut, mutt, whore- all the names basically, GN!Reader

Please remember: that you're amazing, and capable, but also that you need to stay hydrated, drink some water while you're reading.

The door to the kitchen opens and closes with a quiet click. You don’t need to look up from the job at hand, the familiar sound of his leather oxfords against the marbled floor as he approaches, alerts you to Roman’s presence. It couldn’t be anyone else. Necks would be wrung before he let anyone lay eyes on you like this. Plugged, and naked excluding the sleek leather collar around your neck, and the frilly little apron you were permitted only when cooking, per the house rules. Cooking and chores weren’t expected of you, too complicated, no, you were meant for fucking and looking pretty, which is why Roman had made sure to supply you with non-negotiable accessories for when you played house; feathered rubber gloves for kitchen chores, a french-maid-esque headband for laundry and of course, a frilly little apron for cooking. 

The welcome smell of his smoky cologne washes over you as he leans in close, nuzzling his cold, wooden cheek against yours, smoothing a gloved hand up your thigh, caressing the exposed skin with a softness that is reserved just for you. 

“What’s all this?” He hums close to your ear, and you feel your whole body responding precisely how he’s trained you. Muscle relaxing; growing limp against his, brain emptying, heat pooling between your legs. He’d hardly greeted you, and you were already so reactive. Helpful as always, Roman gives your ass a firm slap to bring you back to earth. “Well?”

“Oh, cookies!” You confirm, grabbing an unopened bag of chocolate chips from the counter to show him. 

“Oh, cookies.” He repeats, voice laced with amusement. With one finger he tips the mixing bowl towards him, eyeing the well of dry ingredients inside. “If you want cookies baby, I can buy you cookies.” 

“I know, I just wanted to do it myself.” You reply sweetly and he laughs, loud and jarring. He’s not laughing with you, he’s laughing at you, and can’t help the pitiful whine that escapes you in response. 

“You’re so cute when you try to act like a real person.” He states it so casually, it’s a fact. You’re not a person, you’re his perfect free-use toy. Your blood runs hot at the reminder. You clench your lips and your lower body, trying to remain composed, but the motion causes your walls to press harder against the heavy metal plug in your ass. Clearly content on watching, Roman steps back, leaning against the kitchen island and crossing his arms. “Go on sweetheart, don’t mind me. You’ll hardly notice I’m here.”

It was impossible to tell which was more of a distraction. Your growing arousal, or Roman's eye tediously watching your every move, they feed each other and make your brain hazy, until you find yourself rereading the recipe over and over again, unsure what you’d done already, and what was left to do. You’d just figured something out when Roman snapped the latch of your lead from behind. The sound instantly has you on your knees, in exactly the position Roman had disciplined into you. 

“Good dog.” Roman applauds as he hooked the metal tether to the back of your collar. He tilts your head up, reaching two fingers into your welcoming mouth, stroking your tongue carelessly one, twice, thrice until he pulls them back, a rope of drool keeping you connected until he wipes the excess off against your cheek. “Go on, back to work.” 

The instruction does not compute. Any time the lead has been in use, you’ve been under strict instructions to stay on your knees, but the countertop is too high for you to work on from the ground. Unsure how to proceed, you look up at Roman as he situates himself, comfortably against the island once more. The mask gives nothing away, grey eyes blink expectantly from it's sockets. 

Eventually, you find your words, pointing up at your ingredients as you state dumbly; “I can’t reach.”

“Poor baby, let me help.” He’s so kind, accommodating your needs, without even being asked, never mind the complacency that dripped from his tone. He has you wrapped around his fingers, looking up at him with big admiring eyes as he lowers your utensils and ingredients to the floor for you. Later when you’d crawled to the fridge for an egg, he’d considerately passed you the egg from the top shelf and allowed you to carry it between your teeth before continuing to watch you in an uncharacteristic quietness that had you more on edge than usual. 

It's when your hands are in the bowl, pressing the cookie dough together that he makes his move. He doesn’t bother with foreplay, no need to warm up cocksleeve after all. His hand finds the base of your plug and he plays with the toy for a few seconds, pushing it in and out, teasing your hole with the thickest part, eliciting pathetic sounds from you until he finally pulls it out completely, quickly sinking two fingers deep inside you to replace it. Steadily he scissors them, stretching your insides further than the plug ever could. He loves that you’re so tight, no matter how much he plays with you, just how he likes it. “That’s my good little slut, take it. Stay right there and fucking take it.” 

With little notice he hastily removes his fingers, your ears perking at the sound of his zipper pulling down. You’re supposed to be ignoring him, getting on with your baking, but you can’t help your excitement. The weight of this thick cock slaps against your ass cheek and you respond with a lewd moan. 

The way he always seemed to tower above your form didn’t help, even now that he’d dropped to his knees, positioning himself at your entrance. The pressure, the pain, it takes your breath away, makes you scrunch your eyes shut and ball your hands into fists. He’s forcing himself in with no more prep than the remnants of lubrication used to put your plug in earlier. 

“I know you can take it. This ass will stretch like a good whore.” You feel it pushing against your insides, your walls straining to accommodate but you force yourself to relax and eventually Roman sits comfortably, fully enveloped inside. 

“Am I distracting you?” Clearly noticing your near-prone form, Roman swiftly wraps the chain of your leash around his fist until it’s short enough to be pulled taut with ease, forcing your head back just enough to hurt, but not quite enough to cut off your air supply, yet. “Too hard to work when you’re being fucked?”

Feels too good to care. Roman pulls out slowly, until just the tip remains inside you, the emptiness allows you a second to process his questions, Yes… no… until he thrusts back in, and you cease to care once more. 

“Cock drunk already?” He sets a harsh rhythm, fucking into you with decisive, rapid strokes. The harder he fucks, the more you feel your brain turning to mush. “Such a fucking whore. So needy for my dick. Say it. Say you need this dick.” 

“I need you, Roman.” He pulls the lead that final inch, making your words short and raspy as you choke beneath your collar, hands still in the dough, squeezing it tight. He’s conditioned you better than to fight for air, you know to trust him. “I’m a needy cock whore, I need your dick. Need it inside me, always.” 

“You love everything I give you, you’re grateful for my attention, for me using you the way you’re meant for. Aren’t you?” You wither and whimper under him, barely able to comprehend his words, unsure if you're wriggling to get away or to push him deeper. Making the decision for you, Roman pulls harder, forcing your body backwards until you’re pressed to his clothed chest. He coos into your ear. “Say it, baby.” 

“Thank you, Roman.” You sputter, now gripping your hands into your apron to distract from your breathlessness, from the pain the new position is creating in your knees. When Roman releases the lead all together you seize the chance to take two long gasps of air before continuing. “Thank you for using me, it’s all I’m good for. Thank you for filling up this empty slut.” 

“Filthy fucking mouth you’ve got.” Roman taunts, planting a hand against your head and shoving you back down until your face hovers against the cold floor, you maintain the position until he hooks a hand around one of your legs, flipping you onto your back, one leg against his shoulder.

When he thrusts back into you, hard, you shudder, eyes rolling back, fingers needlessly reaching out to hold him. He bats your hands away, continuing his assault on your body. “Keep your dirty fucking hands off me, stupid whore.” 

You can tell from the sudden tightness in his jaw, from the suddenly erratic breathing pattern that he’s approaching release.  

“Mouth open.” He commands when he pulls out once more, stroking himself from above you. As instructed, you part your lips, pushing your tongue out. Ensuring your hands are neatly tucked out of the way as you eagerly await your reward. 

“That’s its baby.” Roman groans, moving over your body until his close enough to press his cock between your lips, growling when he begins to shoot long ropes of cum down your throat. “Take it, take my cum like it’s your last fucking meal.”

You do, you swallow it all, quivering as you suck at his head, keen to catch as much as possible, knowing that you’d be licking any stray drops off the floor. 

When he’s done, he takes his sweet time getting up. Rolling his shoulders, stretching his jaw as he comes back down to earth. He inspects his softening cock for your handy work before tucking it away and finally standing up. You remain on the ground, watching, waiting for his next move. 

“You did such a good job, I’m so proud.” It should be patronising, but it melts your brain to hear his praise, so you grin up at him. Cool grey eyes stare back down at you, his mask, as always, is expressionless as it tilts to the side. He uses the toe of his shoe to flip up the skirt of your apron, exposing your own aching arousal. “Do you want to cum too?”

“Yes!” You nod frantically. “Yes please.” 

“I thought as much.” He chuckles, low and sordid as he presses the cold, hard sole of his shoe against your groin. You know what to do, but you wait for his go-ahead before making a move. “Go on then, hump it like the desperate mutt you are.” 

[ryuichirou]

hiiii!!! It's been so long since I done one of these!!!

But I need silly thoughts,,,,

Okay so Floyd can probably most likely go into heat since he is an eel? Right?

So like,,,, hear me out

What do you guys think about Heat!Floyd going after Riddle?

~ 💙 Anon!

It’s so good to see you again, 💙 Anon! Thank you for sticking around, supporting us and sending asks. Sorry for a late reply~

Apparently the procreation of actual eels is quite a complicated process that is difficult to apply to mermen (although I am 100% sure that Yana has everything figured out lol), so what I’m about to describe is very vaguely related to actual eel anatomy… but such inconveniences are never going to stop us lol let Floyd get uncontrollably horny and jump Riddle!

Floyd is quite flirty and sexually active in general, as long as he is in the mood, so in theory, his “heat” wouldn’t change much, but this is actually wrong. The desire to mate becomes too strong for Floyd and it affects his well-being tremendously. Sometimes it’s bearable, and sometimes Azul and Jade (who surprisingly don’t have as much problems with their own cycles) have to pretty much lock him up in his room until he calms down. Floyd also becomes more aggressive and clingy at the same time, his mood swings get even more extreme than usual. He also becomes apathetic to everything other than his one interest (sex), which makes him eat less and become even more irritable because of that.

Riddle doesn’t know much about mermen’s anatomy, and he doesn’t usually see Floyd all that often when such things happen to him. He just assumes that Floyd is being lazy again, and that’s why he skips classes. Or that Floyd is just being his Floyd self, and this is why he is so aggressive. But one time when he sees Floyd sitting on the floor all by himself, he’ll feel bad and concerned about him and ask if anything is wrong… and this is going to be his demise lol

While being chaotic in his usual state, Floyd would still try to find a nice place for them to have sex. But when he is this uncontrollably horned up, he’ll just start touching Riddle right there, which is honestly kind of dangerous for both of them lol but his mind would go blank the moment he sees Riddle, who he has both romantic affection and sexual desire for.

This isn’t the only reason why he would jump Riddle though. Riddle is small, cute, soft and pleasant to touch, very reactive and sensitive. He is also terribly freaked out by Floyd but Floyd would honestly just get more horny because of that lol

What scared Riddle the most at first was Floyd’s animalistic hungry stare. It was as if he was both angry at him and incredibly happy to see him at the same time. But Riddle didn’t even have a chance to process it, because he was very suddenly buried under Floyd’s heavy body, feeling his huge hard dick against his own belly. Then he got scared again. And then again, when he actually saw that huge and scary wet thing that was about to get shoved inside of him ahem.

As I’ve already said, Floyd is both aggressive and clingy when he gets to this point, so he’ll lick and caress Riddle, rub his forehead against him, pant like a dog and grab his hands, but he’ll also bite him brutally, manhandle him and leave a lot of marks on his entire body, trying to claim him whole and fill him whole.

Despite Floyd’s mind being pretty much blank during that, he’ll be conscious enough to talk to Riddle. But he won’t remember a thing he’d said afterwards… but Riddle will. Because things that Floyd said were so rude, so filthy, disgusting and honestly very offensive, they made Riddle cry (both because of pain and pleasure).

There is a possibility that Floyd won’t remember much about what happened in general. But his body will, so every time he goes in heat from now on, he’ll go straight to Riddle and act like an animal again.

[blueboyluca]

Hello and welcome to this blog for Luca the Schipperke, Marceline the Papillon and Topaz the Borderpap. We live in northern tropical Australia on the lands of the Larrakia people. My name is Grace and my pronouns are she/her/hers.

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Please note that my dogs are primarily self-interested amoral creatures, and their behaviour is reflective of their environmental conditions. They are also anti-fascists who support the liberation and celebrate the diversity of all people. They value animal welfare and advocate for least intrusive, positive reinforcement-based interactions between humans and animals. My dogs invite good faith communication and do not tolerate bad faith engagement. My dogs are explicitly pro-abortion and tell me so every day. Know this when you interact with their media on this blog.

Thanks for stopping by!

[nicistrying]

Thursday 28th November

Beautiful clear (freezing!) walk this morning. We met a couple of Maggie's friends and walked through the woods with them and all the dogs were sooo happy. I'm so grateful she has friends she knows are safe given how anxious and reactive she is with most dogs 🥺 The moon was sooo beautiful and bright

Worked at home in my pyjamas, Maggie had a great nap and when I accidentally woke her up she say looking at me like this 😂

Period pain is legit 9/10 this evening. Couldn't even eat dinner I feel so gross. Sprawled on the couch with my hot water bottle again 🤢 But this sweet girl has given me some lovely cuddles ❤️❤️

Happy Thanksgiving, American friends 🥰

[drifting-along-cai]

C.AI||: Reunited

👑 König Version 👑

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Back in his school days, Kilgore wasn't an entirely impressive sight, but he didn't need to be to have the reputation he had then. He was quite taller than the majority of the students and often kept to himself as he tried his best to get through the day and go home. Unfortunately his height and solitary tendencies always brought unwanted attention that left him hurt or just feeling more like an outcast than he already had. At first he didn't fight back, not wanting to degrade himself to his bullies' levels and try to avoid as many confrontations as possible. But, his patience only went so far before it snapped and found himself over an unconscious bully with a bloodied fist.

Since then, he took on every single challenge brought to him, even starting a few fights just to prove a point when the opportunity raised itself. He always felt like a reactive dog when he thought about what he did, but it was better to be that and keep the worst away than a sad stray hoping it won't get kicked for existing.

Though, there was one good thing that came out of that school. You.

It had been years since he last saw you before he enlisted, one of the very few friends he had and the only one he really trusted out of them. As the years went on he lost contact with you and focused in on his career fully, taking up a similar reputation and a new name to go with it.

König was now a Colonel of a new PMC called KorTac. Sure, it wasn't the title he wanted, but he was more than proud of it and the man this career shaped him into. Here, he was finally more than just some reactive dog but a soldier decorated in honors. Though he still thought of you every now and then, wondering where you could be now or if you were doing alright. At least until your paths finally crossed again.

He wasn't sure what to say when it happened, social anxiety kicking into gear again as he sat with you before just instinctively going with the first thought he had, "Been a while hasn't it..?"

Fuck that was an awful start..

[arsenicaddictions]

10 people I'd like to know better meme!

Tagged by the lovely @celestialhounds Thank you! 💖

1. Last song: Fall Behind - NYVES

2. Fav color: Burgundy -- or maybe turquoise or sage green?

3. Last book: The Four Vision Quests of Jesus by Steven Charleston. I've gotten into Indigenous theology lately and I love Steven Charleston. And lest anyone think I'm some sort of intellectual, I'm also reading Song of the Abyss, Emma Hamm's merman romance series where all the mermen have two of... everything. So you know I'm an intellectual.

4. Last movie: Batman: Under the Red Hood. This is a Jason Todd apologist blog. Free my boy, he did nothing wrong, and I support his hands-on, severed-heads-in-a-duffel-bag approach to solving crime.

5. Last TV show: Leverage.

6. Sweet/ savory/ spicy: Savory.

7. Relationship status: Single and earnestly considering celibacy.

8. Last thing I googled: Write for Harlequin

9. Looking forward to: Taking my dogs on walks again! I got horrifically sick over Christmas and I haven't been able to take them on walks for a month. My girl is a bit older and doesn't have that boundless malinois energy that my boy has, so I'd do two separate walks and it'd take over an hour. It was great and I miss it so much. And their heels were almost perfect, right at my hip, and the training had fixed my boy's reactivity. I think I'm very nearly well enough for a proper walk and a proper training session again.

10. Current obsession: Aotearoa/New Zealand. I just really want to visit and find some dumbass-tourist-proofed hike route and, ideally, fulfill my weird little dream of sitting somewhere green with a watercolor kit and painting mushrooms. I'd like to see Entoloma Hochstetteri in person. And then paint it. There's not a lot of mushrooms in my corner of the desert. As much as I love the austere beauty of the desert, I think I like mushrooms more. So maybe the current obsession is actually just mushrooms?

Tagging @retronation @obsessedillusionist @royalminty @resetmypatientviolence -- if anyone wants to join in, otherwise feel free to ignore. This is ten, right? Yeah, I can definitely count.