#former backyard cats

[heavenstarship]

what if the boingoverse was set in the wild west and danny was the sheriff of the town they all lived in and one day his asshole second half strolls along and says "im going to make your life hell just to spite you"

character info below the cut

reptaniel: snake oil peddler who sneaks back into town every so often, usually with new disguises and new oil. hated by all but begrudgingly tolerated, at least to some extent.

farewell: reverend who has almost completely lost their mind. their sermons often go entirely off the rails and too emotional for their own good.

b.e. dead: saloon’s piano player. also reanimated by danny; this was by b.e. alive’s request, as he wanted to see his brother again. pay varies from leftover booze to common findings of an ofrenda.

yo-cat: saloon owner and asshole bartender. known to chase people out with brooms, especially reptaniel. makes all of the alcohol served right in his backyard (or possibly his bathtub).

b.e. alive: skeleton reanimated by danny during a time he was seeking companionship. danny sort of pretends b. alive is so-lo sometimes because he misses "the old so-lo."

danny: sheriff of the town with a secret or two up his sleeve. necromancer, doctor with the mystic remedies that don’t seem like they’d work (but they do!)

so-lo: notorious outlaw currently wreaking havoc on the town. came to find danny and maybe reconcile with him; after seeing that he “lost the juice” so-lo made it his mission to piss him off.

julie: like an avon lady if avon was a thing back in the old west. makes all the makeup she sells herself; mostly uses the door-to-door method to hang out with princess and mary.

johnny: former ruffian, current stable master. quite handy with farm equipment in the ways they’re supposed to be used, as well as the ways they’re really not. hesitant to use guns.

louis: resident barn cat. johnny’s since he was a kid.

patty: works at the general store. resident damsel-in-distress. often finds herself tied to train tracks. may secretly be a part of the outlaw gang, but who’s to say? johnny and julie's caretaker.

mary: teacher at the town's one-room schoolhouse. had her eyesight removed by farewell when she was younger for refusing to use her powers for their purposes.

peter: just a kid. like, literally just someone's kid. nobody knows who they belong to. babysat by most of the trusted adults in town.

fred: farmer and so-lo’s right hand man. mostly puts up with his antics, but when they go from being harmless fun to hurting others he puts his foot down.

princess: the one really running the whole place. a bit spoiled, but she doesn’t mind. has dirt on everyone in town, and if she doesn’t have it on you she’ll find it.

satan: mayor of the town, though he doesn’t seem to really do much. more often than not is drunk off of his ass. spoils and pampers his wife like crazy.

mr. vator: mysterious railyard investor. supposedly loaded. might be in kahoots with johnny!? (gasp!)

w.y. stay: traveling salesman usually with all sorts of odd wares in stock. brings things to the town that none of its residents have ever seen before.

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Cry for the Moon

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 |

Pairing: Zuko x firebender!reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I did end up writing more, thus we get to see our fav boy Zuko in the upcoming chapter - but I quite enjoyed writing this one and digging deeper into the internal struggles of the reader! I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I did writing it ^.^

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Mai’s raven hair was, just as you had last seen her, partly in two small buns and the rest fell on her shoulders. The dark, sleeveless jacket seemed to be a new one but other than that, her maroon clothing and black, fingerless gloves were the same as always.

As soon as your amber eyes found the slim figure of Mai, an uneasy feeling appeared in your stomach. Even the mere sight of her made you uncomfortable for every time you laid your eyes on her, the fact that you were never going to get your former best friend back hit you like a wall of bricks.

Even after Zuko’s banishment, or after you got together with Shuzi, the raven-haired girl insisted on keeping her distance from you. Not that you would easily forgive her, of course, but you found her stubbornness childish from time to time.

[Flashback]

You found Mai sitting on her swing at the backyard of her parents’ house, moving back and forth ever so slowly. The dull expression on her face became duller, as if it was possible in the first place. You felt the heaviness on your heart growing.

“Mai, I know there is something bothering you.” You said as you approached her carefully, you were afraid she would run away just like a cat. “Please, talk to me.”

Mai shook her head. “No, I don’t want to.” She said, it was obvious that she was trying to hide the sorrow away, but she was so heartbroken that made it almost impossible. “I cannot stand looking at you anymore!”

You felt tears rushing to your eyes, but you quickly sent them back. “Why? What have I done to you?” You asked as you sat next to her on the swing. “Mai, you are my best friend. I don’t want to lose you.”

“It just hurts too much,” she muttered while kicking the stones on the ground. “Seeing you and him together all the time.”

She was talking about Zuko.

“Mai, I…” Honestly, you didn’t know what to say. You were aware of Mai’s obvious crush on Zuko for years, but everyone knew that it was decided long, long ago that you were going to be his future wife. “You know that our parents have decided that when we were just babies.”

Suddenly, Mai stood up from the swing with a furious aura surrounding her. “I love him, okay? I should be the one with him! You… You are just acting that way because of this stupid arranged marriage!”

For the first time in your thirteen years of life, you heard Mai screaming.

You swallowed for a few times to destroy the lump in your throat, you were on the verge of breaking down. “What makes you believe that I don’t love him?” You asked with a low voice, trying to keep your emotions under control.

Mai let out a scornful laughter. “Ah, please. Zuko - he is a fool for you, but you are simply with him for the sake of duty and power. It is obvious.”

Slowly, you felt sorrow turning into fury as you stood up from the swing. “You are wrong.” You said with a cold tone. “I do love him. And if you had been really my best friend, you would have known that. You would have seen that.” As you shook your head, you turned back to leave Mai all alone. “As it turns out, you were only acting to be my friend. Out of duty.”

[Flashback ends]

Mai didn’t even look at you as she put her hands together and bowed slightly towards Azula. “Please tell me you are here to kill me.” She spoke with her usual, dull, emotionless tone. Then, she looked up at Azula with a slight smile on her lips.

Azula placed her hands on Mai’s shoulders as she giggled. “It is great to see you, Mai.”

Ty Lee rushed forwards to give Mai a big hug, ignoring the fact that Mai was not a fan of hugs. The gloomy girl gave Ty Lee an uncomfortable pat on the back. “I thought you ran off and joined the circus.” Mai said as she stepped back from the hug. “You said it was your calling.”

“Well, Azula called a little louder.” Ty Lee said, hiding the sarcasm in her tone skilfully, only you knew what she really meant by that. Once again, you found yourself feeling sorry for the poor girl – she only wanted to follow her passion.

Slowly, Mai turned her head to meet your amber eyes. “Hey,” she said with a small nod, her voice lacked even the tiniest bit of emotion.

You, too, had put on your resting bitch face. “Hey.”

Azula rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way. “Oh, come on! It has been three damn years.” The Princess turned her gaze to Mai, pointing at you with her right index finger. “She has been dating someone else for the last six month and none of you have seen my fool of a brother in over three years!” Azula took a deep breath to try and calm herself down. “Just leave that childish drama behind you already!”

Well, I kind of saw him a few days ago … which caused weird feelings and thoughts to arise …

Before you or Mai could say anything, Ty Lee spoke. “Well, technically, the arranged marriage is still on – as long as Zuko comes back with the Avatar, right?”

You let out a scornful laughter. “Ah, please, as if he stands any chance now that we are on the hunt as well.”

Azula looked at you with a smirk on her lips. “That’s my girl.” You winked at the Princess, who turned her gaze to Mai once again. “I have a mission and I need you all.” She said as she laid her right hand on your shoulder, her eyes wandering between all three of you.

“Count me in.” Mai spoke with an annoyed expression on her face. “Anything to get me out of this place.”

[Time Skip]

You shielded your amber eyes from the sun as you approached the three figures standing on the other side of the road. Two of them, who were standing on the sides, were wearing blue clothing that resembled those from the Watertribes.

The boy on the left was holding a baby, probably Mai’s brother, and had his hair in a stylish ponytail. To the right stood the girl with hair loopies and a water bag. The boy in the middle was, unlike the other two, in yellow-orange clothing with an orange hat-like piece on his head. You raised an eyebrow to yourself upon seeing that he was carrying a staff.

As she was the one responsible to carry out the trade, Mai stood forth and the rest of you waited behind her. Meanwhile, a crane was lowering the metal cage that held King Bumi of Omashu as hostage.

Quickly, you eyed Azula up – you were sure she had another motive behind this trade. A baby for a king, eh? I don’t believe this is something Azula would approve of.

“You brought my brother?” Mai asked. The boy with the staff nodded as he pointed to his left, showing the baby.

“He is here.” The boy said. “We are ready to trade.”

Just as you expected, Azula interrupted. You couldn’t help but smirk. “I am sorry, but a thought just occurred to me.” Azula spoke so naturally, it was impossible to point it out as perfect acting if one didn’t know Azula good enough. “Do you mind?”

Mai turned to Azula. “Of course not, Princess Azula.”

For a moment, it seemed as if Azula was weighing down some options. “We are trading a two-year-old for a king,” she said at the end as she looked up at the King of Omashu with an arched brow. “A powerful, earthbending king?”

The King himself nodded.

Azula’s eyes wandered between you, Ty Lee and Mai. “It just doesn’t seem like a fair trade, does it?”

You kept your chuckling to a minimum to avoid being heard, you had known that exactly this was going to happen. Knowing Azula good enough, it was to await that she would have an ulterior motive in taking the matters in Omashu – or rather New Ozai as the Princess had recently renamed the city – in her own hands.

It was Mai’s call now, she had to decide between family and duty.

“You are right,” Mai said with a voice that lacked even the slightest bit of emotion, even towards her own little brother. Well, one could clearly see that her brother was – at least for now – in good hands since the boy in blue clothing did his best to keep the baby safe and comfortable.

She probably wants to carry out Azula’s part of the plan first.

“The deal’s off!” Mai announced and held up her hand, gesturing the guards to pull the King back up.

However, no one – and especially you – wasn’t expecting the boy in the middle with yellow clothing to start using his glider to fly behind the King. Without even thinking about it, you reacted the same way as Azula and you both sent flames in his direction to block his path. The boy dodged the flames by leaping high into the air.

Did he just… Airbend?

As the boy used his glider with airbending, he lost his hat, leaving his arrow tattoo exposed. You and Azula gasped at the same time. “The Avatar!” You both said simultaneously.

A smug smile formed on Azula’s lips. “My lucky day,” she muttered more to herself, then she called out your name. “Follow me!”

[Time Skip]

The attempt to capture the Avatar in Omashu had, unfortunately, been unsuccessful – but it was something to expect considering that none of you were prepared to face the Last Airbender and a King that could earthbend simply with his face.

As the royal palanquin was being carried out the city; you, Mai and Ty Lee walked besides. You felt yourself sailing from one thought to another, dangerously close to getting lost in the vast ocean that is your mind. Chasing the Avatar made you realise something: you had never thought about how it would make you feel while helping Azula capture the world’s last hope.

You had complicated feelings and thoughts considering the war, the Fire Lord and the Avatar. It was for a fact that you despised Fire Lord Ozai after everything he had done to Zuko and Azula, you held him directly responsible for Azula’s corruption.

Of course, there had been a big Ursa factor as well, but that was a whole different topic.

Even though you were loyal to your nation until the very end, you didn’t really want to see Fire Lord Ozai becoming the supreme ruler over the Four Nations. He was a horrible man, he lacked even the slightest bit of empathy and compassion. A man who was incapable of loving his own children should be, under no circumstances, given such great power over all of humanity and its destiny.

But then, there was Azula.

You had mastered the skill of detaching your emotions from your actions when it came to her, which enabled you to carry out tasks which would otherwise burden you when awake, asleep and even dead. Your loyalty, compassion, and love towards Azula was stronger than everything you had known – well, except for the love you had felt for Zuko, but that was long gone.

You knew you needed more time to reflect upon this dissonance you were experiencing but you believed that standing with Azula was more valuable than anything you could think of at that moment. All these years, you had put in so much effort, time, and tenderness into your relationship with her – even the mere thought of doing the slightest thing to shake her trust brought you on the verge of a break down.

“So, we are tracking down your brother and Uncle, huh?” Mai asked, which caused you to come back to the present moment. You shook yourself.

Ty Lee giggled. “It will be interesting seeing Zuko again,” she spoke teasingly, “won’t it, Mai?”

At first, you kind of waited Ty Lee to divert the same question to you and correct herself but quickly, you remembered that you had been together with Shuzi for over half a year. Whether you would see Zuko again or not didn’t really matter anymore, despite the arranged marriage still not being called off.

“It is not just Zuko and Iroh anymore,” Azula spoke with a serious tone. “We have a third target now. The Avatar.”

You felt knots in your stomach.

As you headed towards the ship to spend the night and plan the rest of your mission, Azula explained Mai and Ty Lee why she decided to leave the royal guards and the navy ship behind. The main problem was to find a means of transportation that was fast, could go over any kinds of terrain without having the need to find a road and was strong enough to overcome any bending.

“What about using a tank train?” You suggested, earning an intrigued look from Azula, who was still sitting in the royal palanquin. “I am sure the army can spare one of them for the Princess’ mission.”

Azula made an approving sound. “That is actually brilliant,” she muttered, more to herself. “They are designed to travel at high speeds over most terrain without the use of tracks, but they can still accommodate many people – we can take some servants with us to run the errands.”

Ty Lee seemed a little bit uncomfortable. “I don’t want to be stuck in a metal machine for days – I need sunlight!” She was playing anxiously with her braid.

“I wouldn’t mind not having to see the sun for a while,” Mai muttered, not much to your surprise. “I don’t like the way it disturbs my eyes.”

“You would rather live in a black hole for the rest of your life.” Ty Lee rolled her eyes at Mai, causing her to shoot an angry glance. You bit the inside of your cheek not to laugh – Ty Lee was more than right in her statement. If you gave Mai a bucket of never-ending black paint and a brush that could be extended as much as one needed, she wouldn’t rest until she painted the whole sky black – setting aside the fact that such a thing is impossible to carry out.

The Princess heaved a sigh. “You can jump onto the roof to do your sunbathing, Ty Lee, as long as the insects flying at your face do not disturb you.” Ty Lee grimaced upon hearing Azula’s words. “And Mai, you are free to lock yourself up in a dungeon, as long as you are there to fight whenever I need you to.”

This time, you couldn’t hold back your laugh. Azula raised an eyebrow as she looked at you, whereas Mai and Ty Lee carried annoyed expressions.

“Do you also have a specific request?” Azula asked you. “And no, you are not allowed to bring your dog to our mission.”

You rolled your eyes at her. “For the last time, Azula, he is not a dog – I am not putting anyone on a leash.” Upon hearing Mai mutter something under her breath, you shot her a warning look and turned back to Azula. “And no, I am completely fine, as long as you leave those two sisters back on the ship.”

It was no secret that you despised Lo and Li, your hatred towards the sisters seemed to both amuse and entertain Azula every time. The Princess let out a small laughter.

[Time Skip]

The whole ship was asleep as you sat on the front porch, watching the night sky while the cool wind played with your hair, which wasn’t in the top not anymore. It was cool outside; you shivered and wrapped your arms tighter around your body – the red gown wasn’t thick enough to keep you warm. Heaving a sigh, you used your breath of fire to get rid of the shivering.

Ever since you had agreed to help Azula on her mission, you found yourself carrying out inner battles more often than usual. They used to be, when Zuko’s banishment was just new, the only thing you had known for a long while; however, after accepting the hard truth, you thought the battles would be finally over.

And they were, for the last two years, you didn’t have to deal with any internal conflict.

Until the thoughts about the Banished Prince and your distant past crept out from the dusty corners of your mind. You thought you had forgot him long ago – everything about him had to be burnt to ashes. As it seems, this had never been the case, the realisation of which was hitting you just now.

There was no compassion for him left in you, this was the truth; however, your past feelings for Zuko were still enough to confuse you, to distract you. It was like a sweet poison: the embrace of those distant memories felt oh so sweet and familiar – it felt just like home – but when you realised that they were in fact chocking you, drowning you – it would be too late.

I should have never let my mind wander off to those forbidden territories of my own memory. You thought to yourself as you breathed out crimson flames, the gentle touch of the wind was making you shiver once again. I cannot allow myself to get distracted. Not now.

Maybe… Maybe I should just face him.

That particular thought seemed to strike interest and excitement within you. Ever since the Banished Prince abandoned you on the deck when he left the Fire Nation, you secretly had been craving to face him and scream at him, tell him all those wicked things you wished he had heard from you.

Tell him how he broke your heart to a million pieces, burnt all your love to ashes and threw them out into the vast ocean.

And thank him for letting you turn into this thing that could disconnect her emotions from her actions simply by taking a deep breath and thinking about the strong bond she shared with his sister.

“You keep lecturing me about getting enough sleep and yet here you are – not sleeping.”

You chuckled as you turned left to look at Azula, who was standing next to you. She, too, was in a red robe, but hers was adorned in gold around the collar and the sleeves. She had let her dark hair down, which looked absolutely pretty either way.

“Do as I say and not as I do, Princess.” You responded, gaining an eyeroll from her. Slowly, you stood up. “I have trouble sleeping.”

Azula nodded, she also seemed thoughtful. “I understand.” She paused for a moment. “You were thinking about my brother, weren’t you?”

You didn’t see any point in lying – Azula knew you good enough to tell when you were hiding something, just like you could do it with her. “He started messing with my head, again.” You spoke with a low tone, avoiding Azula’s amber eyes as you looked at the dark waters ahead of you.

The Princess laid her hand on your shoulder with a soft manner. “I can understand why his presence would confuse you,” the warmth in her tone caused you to meet her gaze. “But I need you in her best form and mind – distractions are not something we can allow at this moment.”

It was quite rare but sometimes, when it was just the two of you, Azula would let her shields and icy walls down. Every time when such a time came, you couldn’t help but adore how much she trusted you – you doubted that even her own family knew this side of Azula.

You nodded with a small smile on your lips. “I am very well aware of that, and I do not intend to disappoint you, Azula.”

The hints of a smile could also be seen on Azula’s lips as well. “You have given me no reason to think you would disappoint me.”

“I really appreciate your words, sweetheart.” Your amber eyes lit up with happiness. “For the matter of your brother, I think I have found a solution – I am going to put an end to these distractions.”

“Exactly what I was hoping to hear,” Azula said as the edge of her lips curled upwards. Then, she gave your shoulder a small squeeze. “Come on now, we both need our beauty sleep – or you are going to end up having eye rings, remember?”

You grimaced as you followed Azula into the ship. “Nobody wants that.”

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Grayson: Ok thank you. My name is Grayson Clawcrest. I'm a werewolf who lives in Henford-On-Bagley. I enjoy working out, reading, watching movies and star gazing. I am a huge animal lover. Olive my Dalmatian is my best friend. I love the rain.

I'm a content creator. I will admit I have a hard time getting close to people, but I am willing to try.

I've not been lucky in the romance department. But figured giving this was a shot. Maybe my special guy is just not in my town? Maybe he could be you? I look forward to meeting you all.

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[000noway]

Obey me The Glory Days (Pet Version)

This is based off the Card Story!!

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Part 1:

A few months had passed since MC had brought their unique menagerie of pets home. The once-empty backyard now bustled with life, filled with the sounds of barking, meowing, and the occasional whinny from Lucifer's new horse trailer.

On a pleasant afternoon, MC sat on the porch with their friend, surrounded by a sea of photographs. They were in the process of creating a scrapbook to document their adventures with their new animal family.

"Look at this one!" MC exclaimed, holding up a picture of Mammon chasing his tail. "Isn't he adorable?"

Their friend laughed, sorting through another pile of photos. "They're all so photogenic. It's like they know when you're taking a picture."

As they continued working, MC's friend glanced towards Lucifer's trailer. Their eyes widened in surprise as they noticed something unusual.

"Hey, MC," they said, pointing towards the trailer. "Is Lucifer... talking to someone in there?"

MC looked up, following their friend's gaze. Through the trailer's window, they could see Lucifer's dark form, his head bent as if in conversation. Beside him was a smaller figure – a young, red cat that seemed about the age of the colt in cat years.

"Oh, that's Diavolo," MC said casually, returning to their scrapbooking. "He's Lucifer's friend."

Their friend blinked in confusion. "Diavolo? I don't remember you mentioning him before. When did you get another cat?"

MC paused, realizing they hadn't explained about Diavolo before. "Well, it's kind of a funny story. I didn't really 'get' him. One day, not long after we brought everyone home, Diavolo just showed up at our house. It was like he and Lucifer already knew each other."

"That's... strange," their friend said, eyebrows raised. "And your parents were okay with another pet?"

MC shrugged, a slight smile playing on their lips. "Diavolo isn't really our pet. He comes and goes as he pleases. But he and Lucifer are close, so he visits often. Sometimes I think they're having very serious conversations, but maybe that's just my imagination."

Their friend looked back at the trailer, where Lucifer and Diavolo seemed deep in discussion. "I've never seen animals act quite like that before. It's almost as if..."

They trailed off, shaking their head as if dismissing a silly thought. MC, however, had a knowing glint in their eye, as if they were privy to a secret that no one else could quite grasp.

"Sometimes," MC said softly, "I think there's more to them than meets the eye. But that's what makes them special, don't you think?"

Diavolo's ears perked up as he overheard MC and their friend talking about how he and Lucifer met. He turned to Lucifer, his eyes gleaming with nostalgia.

"Say, Lucifer, do you remember when we first met?" Diavolo asked, his tail swishing gently.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of fondness in his expression. "As if I could ever forget. Why do you bring it up?"

"Oh, just feeling a bit nostalgic, I suppose," Diavolo replied, settling down comfortably. "Hearing MC talk about it made me want to reminisce. Come on, think back with me."

Diavolo's mind drifted to that fateful night. "I was walking back to my hideout near the town college when shooting stars began to fall. It was such a spectacular sight that I couldn't resist going to the park for a better view. That's when I saw you at the top of the hill."

Lucifer snorted softly, the memory flooding back. "Ah yes, and then I galloped down that muddy hill. My former owner had dressed me in those ridiculously expensive accessories, and I was terribly uncomfortable. The mud certainly didn't help matters."

Diavolo chuckled. "Oh, I remember that! You were quite a sight, all muddy and annoyed. You even complained about the soil quality!"

"This wouldn't have happened if you guys improved the soil quality," Lucifer muttered, mimicking his past self.

"I was laughing so hard, I didn't even hear you," Diavolo admitted, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"You certainly made an impression," Lucifer continued. "I was taken aback when you asked if I was lost. I brushed you off, of course."

Lucifer's tone softened. "I apologize for that. Even though I was indeed lost, I felt I couldn't trust a stray like you. Asking for help seemed beneath me at the time."

Diavolo nodded understandingly. "I remember how you tried to test me, attempting to provoke me into anger. But no matter what you did, it never worked."

"Yes, that was quite confusing," Lucifer admitted. "I couldn't understand why you remained so... cheerful."

Diavolo's whiskers twitched in a cat-like smile. "I was just really happy about making a new friend, even if you didn't see it that way at first."

Lucifer shook his mane slightly, a gesture almost like a human's nod. "And that's how you ended up leading me to your hideout."

Part 2:

The memory unfolded like a vivid scene before Lucifer and Diavolo's eyes...

Lucifer stepped cautiously into Diavolo's hideout, his hooves clopping on the makeshift floor. The space was surprisingly cozy for a stray's dwelling, with various scavenged items creating a homey atmosphere.

"Welcome to my humble abode!" Diavolo announced cheerfully, his tail held high.

From a shadowy corner, a small bat descended, landing gracefully on a nearby perch. This was Barbatos, Diavolo's loyal companion.

Barbatos's keen eyes immediately noticed Lucifer's mud-caked accessories. "Those look quite uncomfortable," he observed. "Perhaps I could assist in cleaning them?"

Before Lucifer could respond, Diavolo nodded enthusiastically. "Excellent idea, Barbatos!"

"Now wait just a moment—" Lucifer began, but Barbatos was already deftly removing the muddy items with surprising skill for a bat.

Diavolo circled Lucifer, admiring his natural appearance. "You look much more comfortable without all that finery."

Lucifer tossed his mane, conflicted. While he did feel more at ease without the accessories, he wasn't about to admit it. "I feel exposed," he sniffed, attempting to sound insulted. "This is highly improper."

But Diavolo's friendly demeanor remained unshaken. "I understand it might feel strange, but please tolerate it for a little while. It won't take long to clean your things."

Lucifer's temper flared at Diavolo's unwavering pleasantness. "I demand you return my belongings at once!" he neighed indignantly.

Diavolo's expression turned thoughtful. "Consider this, Lucifer. Wouldn't it be better to return to your owner looking your absolute best? Clean and polished accessories would surely make a better impression than muddy ones."

Lucifer paused, his ears twitching as he processed Diavolo's words. As much as he hated to admit it, the red cat had a point. With a heavy sigh, he relented. "Fine. But," he added, turning to Barbatos, "don't you dare damage them further. They're worth more than this entire... hideout."

Barbatos bowed his head slightly. "I assure you, they will be handled with the utmost care. You have my word."

As Barbatos fluttered away with the accessories, Lucifer couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Annoyance at his current situation, yes, but also a grudging curiosity about these strange animals who had welcomed him so readily.

Little did he know, this encounter would be the beginning of a friendship that would change his life forever.

Part 3:

The scene continued to unfold in their shared memory...

Diavolo, his tail swishing with excitement, finally had the chance to properly introduce himself to Lucifer. "I'm Diavolo, and as you can see, we're near the town college. It's a fantastic location - we can actually listen in on the lessons!"

Lucifer snorted derisively. "Laughable. What could strays, or any animals for that matter, possibly need to learn from a human institution?"

Despite Lucifer's disdainful tone, Diavolo's friendly demeanor never wavered. He continued explaining the benefits of their location, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. Lucifer, for his part, kept interjecting with insults and skeptical remarks, but they seemed to roll off Diavolo like water off a duck's back.

As they talked, Barbatos returned, somehow managing to balance a tray of drinks and cake slices he'd procured from the college cafeteria. Lucifer eyed the offerings suspiciously, determined to find fault. But as he reluctantly sampled the food, he had to admit - if only to himself - that it was surprisingly good.

Diavolo watched Lucifer with barely contained joy, clearly thrilled to be spending time with him. This only served to increase Lucifer's confusion and irritation.

"Why exactly have you brought me here?" Lucifer asked brusquely, his patience wearing thin.

Diavolo's expression turned serious, though his eyes still sparkled with warmth. "I brought you here because I have a dream, Lucifer. A dream of a world where animals - strays and pets alike - and humans can truly understand each other and come together in harmony."

Lucifer's ears perked up in surprise. He found himself pondering Diavolo's words. 'If such a thing were possible, why hasn't anyone back home ever considered it?' he thought. A seed of doubt crept into his mind. 'Is Diavolo trying to deceive me? But to what end?'

Before Lucifer could voice any of these thoughts, Barbatos fluttered down beside them. "It's time," he announced cryptically.

Lucifer's brow furrowed. "Time for what, exactly?"

Diavolo stood, stretching in a very cat-like manner. "You'll see," he said with a mysterious smile. "Come with us, Lucifer. I promise, you won't regret it."

As they prepared to leave the hideout, Lucifer found himself torn between his ingrained skepticism and a growing curiosity. Despite his best efforts to remain aloof, he couldn't deny that Diavolo's passion was infectious. Whatever was about to happen, Lucifer realized he was, against all odds, looking forward to it.

Part 4:

Lucifer found himself in the college courtyard, surrounded by a diverse group of stray animals. Initially hesitant, he was surprised to find that the strays didn't judge him for his pedigree or former lifestyle. As he engaged in conversation, he grudgingly admitted to Barbatos, "This... isn't entirely unpleasant."

From the corner of his eye, Lucifer noticed Diavolo talking to a young stray dog, barely three years old. He watched, intrigued, as Diavolo gently directed the pup towards a nearby animal shelter. The care and consideration in Diavolo's actions didn't go unnoticed.

The next day, Diavolo accompanied Lucifer on his journey home. To the cat's surprise, Lucifer offered a compliment. "What you did last night... it was admirable."

Diavolo's eyes widened, but he quickly recovered, his tail swishing happily. As they walked, they discussed Diavolo's dream further. Though Lucifer still expressed skepticism, there was a newfound respect in his tone.

As they traveled, Lucifer began to recognize landmarks, but something felt off. "Have you been leading me a different way this entire time?" he asked, realization dawning.

Diavolo simply smiled mysteriously in response.

When they finally reached Lucifer's home, the horse turned to the cat. "I suppose... it wouldn't be terrible if we were to meet again," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Back in the present, Diavolo's eyes gleamed with the memory. "I still remember it as if it were yesterday," he mused. "You had such a beautiful spirit, Lucifer, even if you tried to hide it."

Lucifer snorted softly, a mix of embarrassment and fondness in his expression. His attention suddenly shifted as he caught sight of something outside the trailer. "Speaking of spirit," he said dryly, "I believe I need to show some of that to Mammon. He seems to have buried my brush again."

Indeed, outside the trailer, Mammon was cornered, his tail between his legs as he faced Lucifer's stern gaze.

"Come on!" He yelled annoyed despite his fear. "How many times do I got to tell you it was an accident?!"

Despite the dog's pleas and complaints, it was clear he was in for a lecture.

Diavolo chuckled, watching the scene unfold. "Some things never change, do they?" he said, his tone affectionate.

Lucifer sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "No, they certainly don't. But perhaps that's not entirely a bad thing."

After story Aka the chat the came with the card:

Comfort from the oldest brother:

As Diavolo made his exit, Mammon saw his chance and bolted towards the house. MC, who had been chasing after a stray photo carried by the wind, didn't see the dog coming. In a moment of chaos, MC tripped over Mammon, sending them both tumbling. The photo and the carefully crafted scrapbook landed in a nearby mud puddle with a disappointing splat.

Lucifer, witnessing the commotion, trotted over quickly. He gently nudged MC with his nose, helping them to their feet. MC patted Lucifer's neck gratefully, then looked forlornly at the mud-soaked scrapbook and photo.

"Thanks, Lucifer," MC said, sighing playfully but with a hint of genuine disappointment. "Looks like we'll have to print out new photos and start all over."

Sensing MC's distress, Lucifer guided them towards his trailer. Once inside, he positioned himself so MC could lean against his warm flank. The comfort of Lucifer's presence seemed to soothe MC's frustration, and they spent a few quiet moments together, MC's hand absently stroking Lucifer's mane.

After a while, MC's spirits lifted. They stood up, determination replacing disappointment. "Alright, time to find Mammon. He's definitely earned himself a bath before we start on the new scrapbook."

As if summoned by the word "bath," Mammon appeared, trying to slink past unnoticed. MC quickly scooped him up, ignoring his squirming and protests. "Come on, you muddy pup. Bath time!"

Mammon's whines and MC's gentle laughter faded as they headed towards the house. Lucifer watched them go, an amused gleam in his eye. As he turned back to the trailer, something caught his attention - the photo MC had been chasing.

Lucifer leaned down, examining the mud-splattered image. Despite the dirt, he could clearly make out the picture: it was of MC and himself, taken not long after MC had adopted them all. MC's arm was draped over his neck, both looking happy and content.

A warm feeling spread through Lucifer's chest as he gazed at the photo. His lips curled into what could only be described as a smile - an expression rarely seen on the usually stern horse.

In that moment, watching MC head to the house with a struggling Mammon, and looking at this cherished photo, Lucifer felt a deep sense of belonging. This odd, chaotic, loving family was his home now, and despite all his initial resistance, he wouldn't have it any other way.

[love-and-hisses]

Former foster update! Remember floofy polydactyl tortie Zelda (now Ruby) and her calico sister Myrtle (now Opal) from the Crate Catsby litter early in 2023? They were adopted together and are now residents of Illinois - and here they are!

Maureen says: "Happy Summer Solstice!

The Gotcha-versary for Ruby & Opal occurred a little while ago, and I wanted to let you know how things are going for the girls here west of Chicago.

They both have become best buddies with their “ brother”, Boo, our 14 year old Havanese. When he has coughing issues they will come along side of him and “hug” him with their tails. He also is allowed to bathe them and make their faces quite wet.

Both girls are fine with nail trims and grooming. I’m so glad that I handled their paws a lot as kittens, especially Ruby being a polydactyl.

They have plenty of playtime and toys and love to sit on their cat tree facing out to a garden with rabbits, chipmunks, birds & squirrels romping about. In the backyard, they enjoy peering at the birdbath.

Neither of them are especially fond of the grandkids when they visit, so they hide, and I respect that. They are very good at the game of hide and seek and are rarely found!

Here are some pictures over the past few months that I hope you enjoy.

I can’t thank you enough for allowing me the honor of being the girls “mom”. They are such a blessing to ,not only me, but also my husband, Tom and especially, Boo!"

Aren't they beautiful? Ruby's tail is AMAZING - Maureen said that Ruby "wraps it around Boo’s head sometimes so he looks like he’s wearing a parka🥰" TOO cute!

(Thanks Maureen!)

[lucky-clover-gazette]

Vio's Arms are for Grabbing Shadow's Snatched Waist, Shadow's Arms are for Holding Vio in 500-word Fluff Fics, Apparently

a short but sweet vidow cottage au fluff fic, belated birthday gift to @james-p-sullivan!

He can feel Vio’s heartbeat, watch as his breathing displaces chunks of blonde hair. He is fine, just a little roughed up from an unfortunate run-in with a Like Like (or, as Shadow now calls the creature, a Dislike Dislike).

Honestly, when he wakes up, Vio is going to be more pissed about the monster stealing his favorite scrunchie than trying to eat him whole.

read the whole thing on ao3 or under the cut:

Sometimes, things still go wrong.

Vio and Shadow’s life in the cottage is generally cozy, far removed from the drama and danger of their past adventures. While Castle Town is only an hour’s walk through the woods away, something about their little home feels deliciously isolated, much like the room they’d shared back in the Fire Temple. Back then, Vio and Shadow had awkwardly maneuvered around each other, both too preoccupied with their own anxieties to truly enjoy each other’s company. More often than not, their developing mutual fondness had been the main source of anxiety for them both.

Things are different now. Even when everything else is wrong, they know that they have each other. Even when they fight, they still have each other. Vio and Shadow share a profoundly tender kind of devotion, an unspoken agreement that the life they share together will always be enough. As long as they can fall into each other’s arms, the rest is ultimately just set dressing.

And what a beautiful set they’ve dressed together—an idyllic little home in the woods, full of books and artifacts and barrels of evil root beer, safe and comfortable in a way neither had ever felt before. Their rescued cat/roommate Pinecone is a treasured member of the household, along with Tingle whenever he needs a place to crash because the knights are after him for undisclosed crimes against the crown. They don’t let him stay inside the house, but they do turn a blind eye to the occasional tent in the backyard.

They have other friends in Castle Town, only some of whom are shared. Shadow and Zelda are incredibly close, and at this point Vio has a pretty solid connection with his former-present allies Red, Blue, and Green. It would have been difficult for Vio not to bridge the distance between them, given the missions that they all still occasionally do as a team.

The missions aren’t usually too difficult, mostly boiling down to simple combat and negotiation. But occasionally they find themselves fending off a legitimate threat to ensure that Hyrule remains saved. And every once in a long while, one of them manages to get hurt in the process.

Shadow reminds himself of all this as he holds Vio’s sleeping body—their peaceful life together, the devotion they share, and the inevitability of occasional bumps in the road. He can feel Vio’s heartbeat, watch as his breathing displaces chunks of blonde hair. He is fine, just a little roughed up from an unfortunate run-in with a Like Like (or, as Shadow now calls the creature, a Dislike Dislike).

Honestly, when he wakes up, Vio is going to be more pissed about the monster stealing his favorite scrunchie than trying to eat him whole.

Vio’s eyelashes flutter, his eyes opening just a crack. Shadow holds his breath.

“Ow,” Vio says, profoundly. His eyes land on Shadow’s arms, wrapped tightly around his body. His grimace fades to something much softer. “Aw.”

“A man of few words,” Shadow teases, nuzzling into the space between Vio’s shoulder and neck. It smells like home.

“Shadow,” Vio says sharply, scoldingly—but his body only relaxes further.

“Yes, my love?”

“… Shut up.”

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Last Days of Our Lives

Life was rather special at the Circus of the Last Days. It was a surprisingly uneventful, tranquil lifestyle - despite dying clowns and fucking monsters.

Trigger Warning (18+): The Origin Characters Are Side Characters, The Circus Crew Are The Main Characters, No Tav, Rarest Rare-Pairs, Monsterfucking, But Sweet? Crack (kind of), Canon-Typical Violence, Slight Gore, Slight Body Horror, Graphic Description of Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Blowjob/Fellatio, Handjob, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Semi-Public Sex, Orgy, Threesome, Depraved Carnal Lust, Slice Of Life, Circus Life, I don't Know How To Tag This Weird Shit

Note: I won't apologise for my weird-ass ideas.

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Life was rather special at the Circus of the Last Days. The group of artists didn't travelled around much, dwelling in the same few locations spread across Faerûn for multiple months before moving on. It was a surprisingly uneventful, tranquil lifestyle.

It was the early morning hours - it just had gotten light at the horizon - when the circus crew got ready for the day. Lucretious, the ringmistress, was sitting in her tent, painting her face meticulously, her crawling claw pets, Itchy and Scratchy, holding the mirror and brushes for her. Meanwhile, Zethino, the dryadic fortune teller, was brushing her long, red hair, singing in the most angelic voice a living or undead being had ever heard before. Zara the Mummy laid out her cosmetic kit carefully before her tent, hmm'ing happily. The bards tuned their instruments and warmed up, while the redcaps dashed around to get the food stall ready. When the sun peeked over the sea, Klaus was sitting on the stone wall of the small cemetery behind their circus, soaking up the first warm, gentle rays of light with closed eyes, while Benji combed the wood elf's auburn hair with a surprising gentleness. The ghoul sniffed loudly.

"Sssmellsss good. Sssweet," he crooned. "Hair sssmellsss like flowersss I remember from grave."

"Thank you. It's a new oil fragrance I made especially for you," Klaus explained, smiling softly. "Remember when we dwelled in Evereska and you raved about the good smell of the park next to our campsite? It's night orchids and peonies."

"Very deliciousss. Very tasssty," lisped Benji, nuzzling Klaus' hair with his bat-like nose. "Can I have too?"

"Of course, my dear. Follow me." The wood elf hopped off the wall and led the ghoul towards the back of the Open Hand Temple. Lucretious had an ongoing deal with Father Lorgan to use the temple's facilities and the backyard for bathing. With a wave of his hand, Klaus reheated his former bathwater which he'd kept in the tub for exactly this purpose.

"You haven't bathed yet, and you know that's against protocol. We don't want to drive away the circus-goers with our smell, do we?"

"No, no." The ghoul shook his head vehemently. "Not good. Mistress would be disappointed."

"Exactly," nodded Klaus, drizzling some more of his home-made concoction into the water. "Get in, my dear."

Benji obeyed, splashing around the tub with a gleeful expression on his undead face.

"Sssmellsss like bouquet Mistress got from fancy man! Love sssmell. Isss good. Can I drink?"

"Better not," chuckled Klaus, "It smells better than it tastes, believe me."

"Sssad," grummled the ghoul, pouting.

Klaus smiled to himself as he gently ran a washcloth over Benji's body. The majority of people thought the ghoul was ugly, disgusting, or scary, but Klaus was not like others. He loved his undead partner, despite the smell of decay, the blistered skin, and the visible bones. The wood elf gently caressed Benji's cheek as he washed his ribs, and the ghoul purred. Purred, like a freaking cat! Klaus was utterly enamoured. Benji turned his head, sniffing quietly, before rumbling: "You sssmell excited. Want kisss? Want pleasssure?"

"We shouldn't," the wood elf tried to reason. "The circus will open soon."

"We'll be quick then," the ghoul replied, looking smug. Klaus laughed.

"Oh, you'll be the death of me."

The addressed cocked his head to the side.

"Me isss already dead. Would be sssad if you dead too. Me protect you. Me would die for you."

A wave of warmth flooded Klaus' heart, and he leaned his forhead against the ghoul's.

"I love you," he muttered. "You're so sweet."

"You sssweet, but me ssstink often," Benji replied, making the sorcerer snicker. "But right now, me sssmellsss like flowersss too. Me like."

"I'm glad," smiled Klaus and kissed his lover. Thanks to his draconic ancestry, Klaus never had to worry about poisons, including an undead's bodily fluids. Benji growled deep in his throat and a shiver of excitement ran down Klaus' spine. His lover was always so careful to not hurt him with his many sharp teeth.

"Clothesss in the way," complained the ghoul as he pawed across the wood elf's chest. With a snip of his fingers, Klaus was stark naked, and Benji purred once more as he wrapped his clawed hands around his lover's erection. Moaning, Klaus thrusted into the gentle grip, his head buried in Benji's neck, which still smelled faintly like expired meat. The ghoul ducked down, running his other hand over the sorcerer's sun-kissed skin greedily, before gripping his slender hip.

"Want to make you feel good," lisped Benji, looking excited. "Want to tassste you."

"Yes. Yes, please," whimpered Klaus, gazing down at him needily. With a happy little growl, Benji leaned over the tub and took his lover's cock in his mouth. Klaus moaned in pleasure, throwing back his head when the dangerous mouth engulfed him. The ghoul's long, cold, smooth tongue curled around his dick, like a snake or a vine. His hands kneaded at Klaus' warm, soft hips, mindful of the deadly claws. Panting and moaning, the wood elf gazed down at Benji, who was sucking his cock with enthusiasm. He gently brushed his fingers along his lover's long ears and felt him shudder and growl around his dick, doubling down on his effort to taste his cum.

When Klaus had stumbled into the Circus of the Last Days' campsite in Suzail - dirty, exhausted, injured, half-starved - after being betrayed by his community in Cormanthor and almost slaughtered by a group of drows, Lucretious had taken him in like a long-lost son. To cheer him up and help him overcome the horrors of his past that caused him night terrors, the ringmistress had raised Benji to keep him company. First, Klaus had been suspicious of the ghoul, scared he'd be killed in his sleep. When his own screams had woken him once again one night, Benji had lied down next to him and had stroked his hair until Klaus had fallen back into his trance. Since then, they were inseparable. The love that had started to bloom between them was less than sane, but what counted as 'sane' in their insane lives anyway?

"I'm close," Klaus whimpered and Benji squeezed his hips encouragingly before twirling his tongue around his cock once more. With a cry of pleasure, Klaus emptied himself into his lover's mouth, shuddering when he felt Benji swallow and gently scrape his teeth along his dick. As soon as the ghoul had his mouth free, Klaus leaned down to kiss him again. Slowly, Benji rose to his feet, his hard cock jutting out like his hipbones. With a lustful groan, Klaus dropped to his knees and swallowed the undead cock down. Benji hissed, running his claws through the auburn hair, but when Klaus sucked his dick greedily, the ghoul started to purr happily.

"Feelsss good. Mmh... I love you."

The wood elf whimpered around the musky cock in his mouth, exploring its ridges, bumps, and holes with his tongue and lips. There was something fascinating and incredibly erotic about the ghoul's uneven dick - no matter if it was in his mouth or ass. Benji snarled as a warning before spurting his musty, slightly acrid cum down his lover's throat. Moaning blissfully, Klaus drew back with closed eyes, revelling in the feeling of more cum hitting his face as he did so.

"Good," purred Benji, still stroking the wood elf's hair. "Ssso good for me. Ssshow me?"

Klaus opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue that was still painted with the cloying semen. The ghoul's purring increased and got louder. He leaned down, licking his own mess from the wood elf's face, before telling him: "Sssave now. Open eyesss."

Klaus complied and gazed up at his undead lover adoringly, who seemed to study his expression.

"Kisss?" asked Benji, hopefully.

"Always, my love," answered Klaus and sighed as their tongues collided.

It became easier every day to find the good in the little things, the wood elf thought as he kept kissing his lover while the sun rose higher and the day began.

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It was another normal day, in their normal circus lives, when Lucretious - a little pale around the nose - told them that Father Lorgan had been found dead in the basement of the temple. Murdered, apparently. As a result, Klaus and Benji were instructed to be more careful and strict when checking the circus-goers, and Fyodor, their bugbear bouncer, kept lurking nearby in case things went south.

Two days later, Klaus and Benji checked a ragtag group, the ghoul sniffing them loudly and thoroughly.

"I'm so stoked to see the circus!" cheered the huge red tiefling of the group.

"Really, darling? But there are - ugh - clowns!" whined the white-haired elf. The dark-haired human next to him sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Can you, for once, not complain about everything we do?"

"Of course not, darling," retorted the addressed haughtily. Klaus kept himself from rolling his eyes in annoyance. There was nothing worse than people who didn't want to come to the circus, but still did so and spent all day complaining about it.

"Sssmell alright," grumbled Benji. "No blood on them. No bloodlust either."

"Thanks, Benji," said Klaus. With a customer-service smile, he addressed the group. "Alright then, welcome to the Circus of the Last Days - have fun, and be sure to catch the star of our show: Dribbles the Clown!"

"Aces!" beamed the tiefling, skipping through the gate.

"Ugh! I hate clowns!" groused the white-haired elf, and the dark-haired man sighed again before tugging the other along.

Klaus turned to the next gaggle of people who wished to enter the circus and continued checking and greeting them.

Only about thirty minutes passed before the circus was in chaos; screaming children, panicked running, the sound of fighting.

"What's going on?" yelled Klaus as he bullied his way through the fleeing masses.

"Mh mmhmh!" shouted Zara, gesturing wildly with her skinny arms. The wood elf quickly cast a Detect Thoughts spell to communicate with her. In the past twelve years, he'd learned that Zara didn't mind when he put the spell on her, and that she was a rather funny individual.

"Dribbles, Keren, Ryland, and Buddy suddenly attacked the guests! And Shadow-Whiskers and Crimson are also on the loose. Something's really fucking wrong!"

"Stay here, don't put yourself in danger!" Klaus told her and the mummy nodded glumly. As fast as he could, the wood elf made his way towards the stage.

"Weird sssmell," hissed Benji. "Not Dribblesss. Not Buddy. Not Sssiblingsss."

"Oh, dear." Lucretious dashed through the flaps of her tent. "Screaming children, an oozing corpse - and it's not even my birthday."

"This isn't the time for jokes, Lucy!" shouted Klaus. "Those things are not our family!"

"I can see that, deary," singsonged the ringmistress bitterly. "They're doppelgangers."

"Shit!"

Klaus quickened his pace, calling upon the Weave, and hurling a fireball towards Shadow-Whiskers that was in the middle of pouncing on a white-haired cleric. Meanwhile, Itchy and Scratchy jumped on Not-Keren and started to choke her. Benji hacked Not-Buddy into minced meat while Lecretious sent her group of skeletons to attack the enemies, and Fyodor delivered the last blow to Not-Dribbles.

The fight was over quickly, thanks to that weird ragtag group with the tiefling, haughty elf, and dark-haired human, who turned out to be a wizard. Said wizard now spoke to the ringmistress, making a deal to find the real Dribbles. Klaus nodded at the group before he and the other circus members gathered in front of Lucretious' tent.

"Well," sighed the latter, arms akimbo. "Seems like Dribbles, Buddy, Keren, and Ryland were killed and replaced by doppelgangers who served the Cults of Bhaal and something called the Absolute. This group of adventurers is apparently after both those cults and willing to search for our people's corpses. Until then, we cannot do much, I suppose. Keep your eyes open, dearies."

Everyone grumbled and muttered, but they slowly walked off. The circus was empty now, and it seemed like they could close their gates for the day.

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Sometimes, it was too quiet at the circus, boring almost. And there was only one interesting thing to do to past the time: sex. Today was one of those days. The circus stayed close due to the murders and doppelgangers. The people of Baldur's Gate were too scared to go out and have fun. Thus, the circus crew could do whatever they wanted.

Klaus was on his knees, stifling his loud, blissful moans with the pillow while Benji drove his long, bumpy dick into him, over and over. Meanwhile, one tent over, the bards had a debaucherous threesome. Despite the fact that they threw insults at each other at a regular basis, they got along rather well in bed. Calliope proved that he could thump more than hand drums, Viola showed off how well she could handle all kinds of flutes, and Medrash delivered an impressive performance with his lyre-nimble fingers and huge dragonborn dick. Further down the row of tents, Glingo was juggling Hildeh's tits and ass, while the elven fire-breather made good use of her non-existing gag reflex, and Fyodor let them both bounce on his girthy bugbear cock. Nearby, Zethino writhed under Zara's dextrous fingers and dusty mouth, dreamily whispering something about 'fated love that will stand the test of time'. Edmundis was still mourning the death of his beloved Keren and Ryland, drowning his sorrow in cheap booze and drow twin sex at Sharess' Caress, imagining that said sex workers were the siblings he'd lost his heart to. The redcaps had turned one of the now empty animal cages into their personal sex dungeon, rattling the chains around their necks while cleaning each other's pipes instead of the circus ground. Stoney and Boney were boning in their little corner of the circus. Stoney was groaning so loudly that the ground shook, and Boney screeched like a banshee, spewing dirty talk that made even Popper blush. The kobold was watching them, by the way, while furiously jerking off and cumming into the mouth of a dead fish he misused as a fleshlight. Lucretious let herself be taken care off by Itchy and Scratchy, who were pleasuring the drag queen's cock and ass simultaneously. Akabi wasn't around, either masturbating in his magical djinni lamp or fucking the dinosaurs in the Jungle of Chult.

Despite the ongoing murder spree and the growth of a deadly new cult, it was a wonderful day.

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One week later, those adventurers returned with all the dismembered pieces that made up Dribbles. Lucretious thanked and paid them.

In the meantime, Klaus - thanks to a locating spell - had found out what had happened to Keren, Ryland, and Buddy. The doppelgangers had fed them to Crimson and Shadow-Whiskers. Edmundis had wailed and cried and then killed himself by jumping off the cemetery wall, falling to his death. Lucretious had respected his choice and had buried him instead of risen him from the dead. She had her morals, after all.

When it came to Dribbles, she had no such concerns. After laying all his body parts out behind her tent, the necromancer brought him back to life. The clown looked a bit worse for wear, but was still able to crack his stupid jokes. After casting a thorough Prestidigitation spell on him, Lucretious guided Dribbles to her tent and five minutes later, the entire circus got a good earful of ecstatic moans and screams.

Everyone knew that circus life would go back to normal now. Well, as 'normal' as it could be.

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[marbling77]

INTRO/DNI POST

Hai!! My names are Kooiker, Marble, Bio/Biograft, or CJ if you're a close friend.

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I'm currently 18 years old.

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I'll mostly post art and warrior cats content, but I have interests in pokemon, wings of fire, phighting, the binding of issac, rain world, TR:UD, uktrakill, creatures of sonaria, dandy's world, rock collection, and dog breeding/training!

DNI under the break

DNI (do not interact):

- basic dni

- anti xenogender

- anti therian/otherkin/general nonhumans

- anti furry

- supports criminalizing weed

- cesar milan supporter

- most republicans

- conservative

- BYB (backyard dog breeder)/puppy mill supporter

- wild exotic pet trade supporter

- under the age of 12

- over the age of 45

I will block you if you are any of the above.

Thin ice:

- recovering/former zooph*le

- former pro/comshipper

- some republicans

- calls all bully type dogs "pit bulls"

- calls all small dogs "rats"

- has purchased intentional non purposebred mix breed dogs (ex. Doodles, puggles, etc)

- DSMP (dream survival multi-player minecraft) fan

- homestuck fan

- MHA (my hero acedemia)/BNHA (boku no hero acedemia) fan

- vivziepop supporter

- ages 13 and 14

- ages 30 to 45

I will be hesitant to let you interact with me if you are any of the above.

[i-am-totally-not-a-lizard]

Just found your account! First former redditor i've followed but if i didnt already know that i'd think you've been here forever. Good work lil non-lizard friend!

My cat (pfp) is in love w catching lizards in my backyard. Dunno why you'd need that info, but any real lizards should stay out!

Aww thanks! I feel like a gifted child rn with all the people telling me I take quickly to Tumblr culture and norms. Also cute cat!

[blueheartedwolf]

i know im some random just poking my head in here from the notes on the pet preservation poll and you can totally just delete this but i figured it hopefully wouldn't hurt to send?

if you get the courage/determination to do so, it's definitely not unheard of to knock on the door with a trowel and a friend and ask if you can retrieve a childhood pet from the backyard, at least where I'm from (midwest farm-adjacent/suburban US). unless they've like. landscaped or built a pool or whatever most people might be a little weirded out but generally say yes. (especially if it's a childhood pet ime) as long as you replace the dirt after, and maybe offer to get them a plant for the disturbed ground? at two separate houses they've moved into my grandparents have had former tenants ask to retrieve their buried cats, and a friend got her childhood pup's skull when visiting her old neighborhood.

ngl the main issue is if you work yourself up and they end up saying no. alternatively is uncovering the bones to find many have been scattered or lost (very common for small and even medium-sized bones if they weren't buried in a non-decaying(?unsure of the word. like cardboard will dissolve pretty easily in wet soil but metal doesn't) box)

Honestly, I might be able to build up the courage to ask, but I don’t live in the same state anymore. I know he was buried wrapped in a black garbage bag so he’s probably all still together; unless whoever lives there tore up the backyard which is possible. I’m almost tempted to ask my dad to go ask for me since my parents still live in my hometown. However it is VERY wishful thinking of me to think he’d actually be willing to ship me a most likely partially decayed animal. I don’t know if that’s legal lol.

Idk, maybe if I go back again one day I’ll be do it. Thanks for the encouragement 💙

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Modern AU Rambling

as I slowly start figuring everyone out for the AU, I'll add them to this/update their info! idk I just think it's a fun little AU <3

The gist: my SWTOR OCs in a modern/coffee shop AU-type setting. No war (though a few of them are discharged/retired vets), just something casual and domestic. not set in any particular city, but will be set in America so I don't have to research things and just keep this as a chill AU I can dabble in whenever in the mood

Xaerez: Alexander Zimman. Fine with Xander, doesn't like to be called Alex. Former sniper in the military, he has an unrecorded number of enemy officer kills. He was discharged due to injuries sustained on the field - injuries resulted in severe scarring to right side of face, loss of three fingers, hearing damage, and nerve damage in one leg that has him using a cane a lot of the time. Caused by the building he was perched in collapsing after it was bombed.

He comes from a rich and snobby military family; he moved out of country and cut contact with them. Without their support, he struggles for a while to keep a stable residence and job. Eventually finds a coffee shop that accepts him and he mostly works in the back. It's here that he meets the others.

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Terrin: Tera Cadera. Married to Torian Cadera, with two young kids - Axel and Anya. She's lived in the area most of her life and frequents a number of the places that the others work. She's the one who connects them all, knocking some sense into a few of them and getting others to join in with her dumbassery, depending on what's needed.

She's a bouncer at the bar near the coffee shop. And yes, she's both teased and jokes about her rhyming name. Likes to go to the coffee shop in her off-time, and it's normally her place where they all get together for backyard barbecues and parties. She's terrible at cooking, however, so either Torian does it, or they do a potluck-style thing and everyone brings a little something.

Tera's the first one to befriend Xander. She just kind of... drags him along behind her while he scowls like an angry cat, and eventually introduces him to Theron.

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Synnda: Sylas Vespa. Always had an interest in art, and by chance had the opportunity of an apprenticeship with a tattooist. On his mentor's passing, he found the shop passed to him in the will, and continues the practice. Keeps fresh flowers displayed in his shop.

He's tattooed head to toe with mostly flowers and somewhat religious imagery (angels and whatnot). Gentle giant, but has scars across his hand, face, and chest from armed thieves attempting to rob his shop to show that he's no pushover. He defended it and himself, sending them both to the hospital; his injuries were minor in comparison to theirs.

He lost an arm and leg in a crash as a teenager. Specializes in tattoos depicting nature, with a particularly strong point in flowers, but can do most anything.

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Qizulth: Kai Verona. Spent most of his life moving place-to-place; didn't have many connections growing up because of it, so did a lot of reading. Picked up an interest in history at an early age, and for years wanted to be a history teacher.

Instead, he ended up an archeologist, and is extremely fond of the job. He makes sure the people working with him on-site don't damage anything, that everything gets properly recorded, and gets excited with new discoveries. Especially loves uncovering ancient tombs. Has a really odd vendetta against the city's museum that no one can explain.

Most of his tattoos are from Sylas' shop. Has really pretty creeping vines across his top surgery scars that Sylas was more than happy to do for him. The two are close friends, and when Kai is in town the two are together often when Sylas doesn't have clients.

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Varrich: Vince Toft. Former Navy SEAL; was discharged due to severe injury from a bombing on the job that cost the lives of his squad. Injuries include: lost right arm (didn't want prosthetic), left eye (uses glass eye), scarring to face, chest and back, and spinal damage that's resulted in chronic pain once he healed from the injury itself.

Now, works in a greenhouse. Mostly tends to the plants, but can sometimes be found working the till if he's the only one around. Social recluse, but his sister drags him places when they both have time off so he at least has some interaction with other people who aren't customers and coworkers.

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Lina: Lina Toft. Trauma nurse. She gardens as a hobby, growing her own fruits and veggies, and was the one who helped Vince find his current job since that's a place she frequents when she needs new plants or fertilizers.

Likes to work out when not gardening or with her brother. Has yet to lose an arm wrestling competition at the local bar.

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Jen: Jensen Sept. Prefers Jen, don't even think about calling him Jensen. Delivery man, he ends up all over the state for his work but is always happy to get back home to his husband and kids. Everyone calls the man he's married to "Kitty," Jen and Kitty included - most don't know what his actual name is because the nickname has been used so much for so long. Has five kids, three of which are adopted, and loves them all dearly.

Can often be seen in the coffee shop or park with Kitty and the kids, or the bar with just Kitty. Very cheerful person; it's hard not to loosen up at least a little around him.

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Leo: Calliope Viteri. Prefers Leo most of the time. Pretty cheerful and gentle, also great with kids despite not wanting her own. The Cadera kids, Axel and Anya, consider Leo and her girlfriend the "cool aunts."

She's a baker at a small family-owned place just down the street, and for parties she often brings cupcakes and such.

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Azan: Azaria Tanzer. Role undecided, though may be a security guard someplace?

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Atten & Araa: Axel & Anya Cadera. Tera and Torian's kids, with Atten being just under a year older than Anya. They're closeness in age means they do pretty much everything together and they're best friends. Both pretty young, so still get into a lot of trouble. Axel tends to be the brains of their little operations, while Araa is the one who actually climbs the cupboards or breaks the child locks so they can get into things.

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Jessi, Jeva, Liakige, Riza, and Luci: Jessie, Joel, Liam, Rose, and Lucy Sept. Jen and Kitty's children, with Jessie, Joel, and Liam being adopted. They're a big family, but they're close - especially Joel and Rose, who do everything together. Jessie is a fair bit older than the rest of her siblings and has started college, but she visits home from the dorms across the city most weekends and holidays.

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feel like answering them but nobody ever asks so i'm going to pull a major funny and just answer them all here

1. yeah for the most part

2. my girlfriend

3. who doesn't

4. yes, not cripplingly so but definitely notably so

5. taken, i have a girlfriend who i love

6. gunshot to the head. 9x19mm or .45 caliber preferably

7. slice o pizza from my work

8. no, but when i was in high school i signed up for my school's CS:GO comp league and then never participated

9. not compulsively, but i do usually bite them off instead of clip them off

10. good question, probably back in elementary school. 4th or 5th grade

11. as in, do i have a crush on someone? or just a general positive opinion of someone? elementary school ass question. anyway i have a crush on my girlfriend whom i love

12. i've gone over 24, but never hit 48 (and don't plan to)

13. public figures yeah, but nobody i know personally

14. who doesn't

15. two cats :)

16. pretty neutral, not stoked about going back to work but definitely not bad

17. not yet, but i can see it happening

18. i mean i'm not arachnophobic but i think i have a normal human level of fear of spiders. i respect them and their space and go out of my way to avoid killing them

19. yes but only to shoot my past self in the head. oh and to see the Crab Nebula in person :)

20. my girlfriend's bedroom

21. work son!!! today's saturday and i have work tomorrow too

22. i've long said it depends on who i end up with

23. no i do not, i wouldn't be opposed to getting my ears pierced though

24. history and other social studies. i'm not a r/history guy but i've always liked it

25. isn't this also question 14?

26. some fuckin... gotdamn uhh... not much really

27. yeah

28. not that i'm aware of

29. yeah

30. my shoes!!! my work shoes fucking suck i'm getting new ones asap

31. yes. go ahead and guess who it is

32. yellow orange

33. nothing too extreme i don't think

34. hell if i know, i rarely remember my dreams. last one i remember involved a former coworker flirting with me and i was like "woah hey i have a girlfriend"

35. hard to remember. my mom, probably

36. i mean i give them out but only when reasonable to me. also i don't have such shitty friends that i need to give second chances

37. forget!!! i don't remember a goddamn thing

38. i mean statistically yeah but we're only six days in. 2023 was pretty solid for me though

39. Twenny

40. not completely naked but i have been in my backyard naked from the waist down before

51 (it jumps from 40 to 51 lmao). idk man i can't pick favorites. americans do be eating cheesed burger though

52. yeah but that reason isn't spiritual

53. drew a fake website named "i love you dot com" in ms paint and sent it to my girlfriend

54. i want to say no but my parents got together through cheating on their previous partners and they've been together the whole time. so like, in 99% of cases no

55. no i'm niceys :) i used to be a dick online but i've always actively tried to be nice in person

56. one guy, but at least twice

57. i mean i guess it depends on your definition of "true," but generally yeah

58. overcast and chilly is a go-to but i also love the sunny and chilly that comes after a storm in the winter or early spring

59. conceptually yes, but i would never want to drive in it

60. yeah

61. depends on the context of course but generally i'm into it

62. bideo games give me pleasure, but hanging out with my friends or my girlfriend makes me actually happy

63. i mean i'd prefer to keep my current name but in the event i had to, i have one in mind that i like

64. absolutely not, it's easy as hell

65. i'd be like "sorry i have a girlfriend. and you know this. she's all i talk about"

66. yeah

67. my girlfriend

68. how deep are we talking? probably my girlfriend though no matter how you define it

69. in a spiritual sense no, but it's still a helpful term

70. man i'd die for 20 bucks. but yeah there are several people i'd die for

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

December 24, 2024

TOP TEN UTAH STORIES 2024

The Utah Legislature prays in closed caucus for guidance in continuing its tradition of scuttling voter initiatives, asking the Lord to bless them so as not to pay a price at the ballot box.

Gov. Spencer Cox leads the charge to take back federal lands in Utah so special interests can boost individual wealth and do good for everyone of his backers.

Winning season: BYU football gets Jewish quarterback leading to explosion of Mormon/Jewish weddings and ecumenical chaos. What will their kids be? Will they celebrate The Days of '47 or Hanukkah? Oi vey!

After 100 years, the Salt Lake Bees baseball team disappears amid rumors of drones and aliens who prefer hockey.

UDOT approves an avalanche-proof underground gondola to relieve traffic in Little Cottonwood Canyon.

After a new revelation, LDS Prophet Russell M. Nelson declares that it is OK once again for Mormons to use the word, “Mormon.”

Outgoing Utah Attorney General Sean Reyes is expected to take a prolonged boat ride up the Amazon searching for trafficked girls and rare Scarlet Macaws that are hot on the black market.

U.S. News & World Report names Utah the best of 50 states due to its stewardship of The Great Salt Lake, its emphasis on pickleball and green Jell-O tequila shooters.

Salt Lake City Mayor Erin Mendenhall announces she may play striker for The Utah Royals women's professional soccer team, saying she needs new opportunities to “kick ass.”

ST. NICK BUSTED AS FOREIGN AGENT

Alright, enough is too much — folks in Winchester, England, want refunds after visiting what was obviously a “fake Santa,” according to the Guardian. The newspaper reported that Santa, or whoever he was, wore a cheap red suit and had a “blatantly fake” beard and wasn't very jovial, either. Matthew Fernandez said his three children were in tears after visiting said Santa because even they realized he was a fake. So unfortunate. In other global Christmas holiday news, St. Nick has been labeled “foreign agent,” by the head of Russia's Federal Project on Security Combating Corruption. According to Newsweek, Vitaly Borodin wrote a letter to Russia's Prosecutor General expressing concern that jolly old St. Nick was replacing Father Frost as the country's traditional Christmas figure. Mikhail Ivanov, deputy of the Bryansk Regional Parliament, was quoted as saying: "Santa Claus has become not so much a symbol of Christmas as a symbol of commerce and mass production." He called for all “Santa merchandise” to be replaced with Father Frost gifts. Well Wilson, they do have a point, there's nothing more powerful than American pop culture. You let Santa in and pretty soon Russians will be singing Taylor Swift songs — and there is no defense against that.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND LOCK UP THE HOMELESS

The governor and other fat cats on Capital Hill sent seasons greetings to Salt Lake City Mayor Mendenhall: Deck the halls and deck those damn homeless people on your streets or we'll show you what the season of giving is all about. You see, Gov. Spencer Cox and legislative leaders hate driving out of their nice suburbs only to come upon raggedy people camped on the side of the road with their belongings heaped in shopping carts. It's a real bummer and ruins their holiday mood when coming face to face with income inequality and the underbelly of America. They just hate it when their underbelly is showing. The Big Boys are laying down the law, either Mayor Mendenhall and Police Chief Mike Brown make homeless people disappear or they'll go get (former Utah House Speaker ) Greg Hughes to chase them around from place to place until they land in residential backyards in South Salt Lake where no one can see them. And that ain't all. If the mayor and chief can't solve homelessness by Jan. 17, then lawmakers won't give them funding to build much-needed shelters. That'll show 'em. The mayor needs to be “bold,” the governor and lawmakers chimed, as if caroling — don you now your bold apparel, fa-la-la-la la-la-la-la.

Post script — That's going to do it for another yuletide edition of Smart Bomb where we keep track of Elon Musk so you don't have to. In fact, Wilson, no one can keep track of Elon Musk, not even his 17 children spread across two or three continents. And nobody seems to know what to call him these days: world's richest man, first buddy, vice president, speaker of the House, prime minister, Rocket Man, S.O.B. … the list goes on. One thing that became clear last week is that Elon is the de facto signal caller in the House Republican caucus — whether Donald Trump likes it or not. This, of course, is dangerous territory; when you get more headlines than Trump you know trouble's brewing. Speaker Mike Johnson checked with both the president-elect and Rocket Man before passing a budget stop-gap measure. The likes of Utah Sen. Mike Lee suggested aloud that Elon, who is from South Africa, become speaker. “He’s not only really interested in American government and politics, but he’s also become a fierce defender of structural constitutionalism, of federalism and separation of powers.” Defender of structural constitutionalism? Seriously? Musk wouldn't know the Constitution if it his him in the face. But a little ass-kissing of the world's richest man couldn't hurt, could it, Mike. Well, as Bill Watterson once said: “It can always get worse.”

OK Wilson, maybe you and the guys in the band can swing us back into holiday mode with one of your favorite Christmas songs that will get out jiggle bells jiggling. So take it away:

Well, way up north where the air gets cold There's a tale about Christmas that you've all been told And a real famous cat all dressed up in red And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled It's the little Saint Nick Ooh, little Saint Nick It's the little Saint Nick Ooh, little Saint Nick Just a little bobsled we call it old Saint Nick But she'll walk a toboggan with a four speed stick She's candy-apple red with a ski for a wheel And when Santa hits the gas, man, just watch her peel It's the little Saint Nick Ooh, little Saint Nick It's the little Saint Nick Ooh, little Saint Nick And haulin' through the snow at a frightenin' speed With a half a dozen deer with Rudy to lead He's gotta wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise It's the little Saint Nick Ooh, little Saint Nick It's the little Saint Nick Ooh, little Saint Nick (Little St. Nick — The Beach Boys)

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MALIBU, CA - In a move that has left her concerned neighbors and local animal welfare groups utterly baffled, actress Megan Fox has reportedly purchased an entire struggling zoo to use as a private sanctuary for her rapidly expanding collection of rare and dangerous exotic pets. Witnesses in the quiet Malibu suburb where Fox resides claim they've grown accustomed to the unusual sight of the 36-year-old Transformers star strolling casually down the sidewalk, leading a veritable menagerie of exotic animals on leashes - including lions, tigers, a towering giraffe, and even the occasional kangaroo. "At first we were all kind of taken aback, you know? Seeing Megan Fox just casually walking a full-grown tiger down the street like it's a golden retriever," said longtime neighbor Harold Wilkins. "But I guess when you're a mega-famous Hollywood actress, the rules just don't apply to you the same way. Now it's just a regular Tuesday around here." When pressed for comment, a seemingly unfazed Fox casually explained that her current residence and backyard simply can't accommodate her ever-growing collection of rare and exotic creatures anymore. "My little house and yard just aren't cutting it these days," Fox told reporters with a casual shrug. "I've got my regular dogs and cats, sure, but then there's also the two-headed cobra, the family of Burmese pythons, that adorable baby elephant I've been meaning to get, not to mention the entire aviary of endangered bird species. It was time to get serious and get them a proper home." And so, the actress proceeded to do what any multimillionaire Hollywood celebrity would do in such a situation - she quietly purchased a struggling local zoo, located just a few miles from her Malibu estate, lock, stock, and barrel. "I have to admit, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing," said Marvin Gunderson, the zoo's former owner, who claims he had been struggling to keep the facility afloat for years before Fox swooped in and made him an offer he couldn't refuse. "One day I'm just trying to scrape by, running this dingy little zoo, and the next Megan Fox is standing in my office, writing me a blank check and telling me she wants the whole thing. It's absurd." But for the unwavering Fox, the transition has been anything but stressful. In fact, the actress has been excitedly overseeing a complete overhaul of the zoo's facilities, constructing lavish new habitats and enclosures for her ever-growing menagerie while also building an opulent mansion for herself right on the zoo grounds. "This is where I belong, you know?" Fox said wistfully, pausing to hand-feed a snarling Bengal tiger through the bars of its gleaming new exhibit. "With my family. My little zoo family." When asked about the ethical concerns and potential dangers posed by a private Hollywood celebrity maintaining such a vast collection of exotic and wild animals, Fox dismissed the criticism with a casual wave of her hand. "Oh, please. These animals are safer and better cared for here than they ever would be in some stuffy public zoo," she scoffed. "Have you seen the types of conditions they keep those poor creatures in? No, no, my babies are living the high life. Imported gourmet meat, custom-designed habitats, 24/7 access to the world's top veterinary care. What more could they want?" Fox went on to describe her plans for further expanding the zoo's offerings, hinting that she's already in talks to acquire a pair of rare Sumatran rhinoceros, as well as a small herd of endangered African elephants. She's even started inviting her celebrity friends to come "hang out" at the private zoo, turning it into an exclusive Hollywood hotspot. "This is my passion project, you know?" Fox said, beaming with pride as she fed chopped fruit to a flock of exotic birds. "I'm not just some dilettante collecting pets on a whim. This is my life's work. My legacy. The Megan Fox Zoo - the premier exotic animal sanctuary for the modern age." At press time,

sources confirmed that Fox had indeed finalized the purchase of a pair of extremely rare two-headed cobras, which she planned to house in a custom-built enclosure featuring a constant soundtrack of ambient whale songs.

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cat creation moment!(@/this is lurking-in-windclan-camp's main) I'm gonna drop in 5 just in case no one else submits anything.

Dizzy

7 Moons

male, demiboy(he/they)

a ginger tom with white dapples and a bobbed tail

loner

An adventurous young tom who had went out exploring without his family's knowledge and ended up getting swept away during a storm. Has the basic knowledge of how to hunt and managed to survive on their own for some time, but is looking for either a home or a way back to his family again. (based off an OC of mine except this is the AU in which they don't screw up their life on purpose).

Loudbird

52 Moons

male nonbinary

a small dark brown and ginger cat with yellow eyes

clan cat

Very ambitious and wants to become deputy, but not leader. THis is born out of spite for their former deputy who was terrible at organizing patro.s.

Gravelfrost

99 moons

cis molly

a mostly white molly with black and gray spots with green eyes

starclan cat

not really a great cat but didn't do anything explicitly bad. SHe didn't like listening to the deputy and was pretty xenophobic to kittypets/loners. Technically a good warrior though. So she's not in cat hell.

Noonwatcher

69 Moons

cis tom

a fluffy, plain gray tom with yellow eyes and a white belly

clan cat

Pretty boring old guy who sleeps most of the day and has Dad Energy(though no biological kids). Not a bad hunter.

Clay

46 moons

male, trans molly

a lithe siamese molly with big eyes and an orange collar

kittypet

a rather aggressive kittypet who tends to attack anyone encroaching on her "territory"(the backyard). Is actually terrible at fighting though great at shit-talking.

Awwww! Viper! You spoil me!

And now I'm sooooo tempted to make Clay and Berrywhisker into girlfriends. The only issue would be why would Berry take their son and leave? The most I can think of off the top of my head is for Berry to have been taken away by twolegs, not by choice.

story ideas aside, time to make these cats!

I absolutely adore Dizzy. That name reminds me of my favorite dog at my aunt's house. In honor of her, I made this Dizzy very floof. I also miiiiiiiiight have gotten carried away adding the dapples.

I love having that mod to change the size of the cats. I made Loudbird smaller than a normal cat. I wasn't sure what to do for him, but I hope you enjoy what I came up with.

Gravelfrost... the screenshot I took is very interesting... The computer doesn't screenshot right when I hit the buttons...

Noonwatcher! This will be interesting to see how he gets along with the clan I put him with.

And finally, Clay. She might've been the easiest to make.

Hope you enjoy these designs, and hopefully we'll see these cats again soon.

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Still Enjoying Playing With Digital Art Tools

This is made from a picture of the flowers blooming early in our yard and a drawing of a fairy that I did on top of the original photo before knitting it all together with the AI Mirror program that digitally turns everything into a uniform painting. This is done from an old yearbook photo of a former student and the alley cat that often prowls our backyard looking over her shoulder. Viviana…