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[canis-latransbian]

What's your stance on Red Wolves? Seperate species or Wolf/Coyote hybrid?

Short answer? The remaining Red Wolf population are probably best classified as hybrids, and genetically speaking would be more accurately described as Red Coyotes.

Long answer? This is a great example of a struggle in our taxonomical classification system. Prior to the late 20th century, taxonomy was primarily categorized based on morphology and behavioral observations. DNA testing has flipped a ton of this on its head, leading to things like the "fish don't exist" debate.

The modern Red Wolf genome is about 80% Coyote DNA and 20% Grey Wolf, with much of the hybridization occurring in the last 300-450 years. Of course, these ratios can be directly linked to human interference. Beyond the majority of cross-breeding coinciding with European colonization, the actions of Curtis Carley of the US Fish and Wildlife Service single-handedly decimated the Red Wolf's genetic diversity in the name of conservation. His breeding program collected 450 Red Wolves from both the wild and captivity, of which Carley ordered 95%(!!!!!) of them euthanized for being 'too coyote' based on howl morphology. When re-introduction began after being declared extinct in the wild, programs were slowed or stopped because researchers struggled to prevent the Red Wolves from immediately interbreeding with local Coyote populations (although whether this is due to population stress or a recognized kinship between the two is anyone's guess). We can only speculate how the Red Wolf population would look without human intervention (or if it would exist at all).

Jumping back to taxonomy let's consider a genetic cousin, the Eastern Wolf. It is in a similar hybrid situation, being 60/40 Coyote and Grey Wolf first appearing a few millennia ago, yet the Eastern Wolf is generally considered a distinct species (although it too has a similar if less heated debate on whether it should be). So were is the dividing line to be considered a seperate species? Well, most answers to that are arbitrary, inconsistent, and varies depending on what category of organisms you're even looking at.

So by my understanding, modern Red Wolves are an introgressive variation that fit best in the category of a hybrid swarm much like the Eastern Coyote. Both are in the process of hybrid speciation, but are not yet distinct or consistent enough to qualify as their own species/sub-species. Take all of this with a big chunk of salt, as my "expertise" consists of two semesters of genetics and an autistic love of deep-dive research. Most of my figures came from Dan Flores' Coyote America and Wikipedia.

[canis-latransbian]

Two years post-op, can confirm everything here. ✌️

Almost a year ago now that I had my bottom surgery and it bears repeating

I'm really happy I had surgery

It healed perfectly

I've been having way more sex because I'm happy with my body

I get compliments on how it looks from every partner

Sex feels great

Dilating isn't a big deal and becomes less necessary with time

I love how tight clothes look on my body now

Vaginal orgasms are fucking epic

Destigmatize bottom surgery it fucking rules

[rinhaler]

i love when people send stepcest requests like...... ive found my people

[canis-latransbian]

best rule of thumb for anything that could cause you legal trouble is DON'T BRING YOUR GODDAMN PHONE. If this person had left their phone at a hotel/friend's house/bus locker they could've passed this off as a toad trip, but being at the clinic is pretty damning for their case.

this goes double for any protests or civil disobedience because the cops will be ready with Stingray Surveillance to hoover up phone info of anyone who gets too close.

anyway yeah DELETE YOUR FUCKING ADVERTISING IDS

Android:

Settings ➡️ Google ➡️ all services ➡️ Ads ➡️ Delete advertising ID

(may differ slightly depending on android version and manufacturer firmware. you can't just search settings for "advertising ID" of course 🔪)

iOS:

Settings ➡️ privacy ➡️ tracking ➡️ toggle "allow apps to request to track" to OFF

and ALSO settings ➡️ privacy ➡️ Apple advertising ➡️ toggle "personalized ads" to OFF

more details about the process here via the EFF

[screenandscripts]

Denver Rustic Powder Room Remodeling ideas for a mid-sized rustic room with gray walls, a vessel sink, wood countertops, brown countertops, and a freestanding vanity. The room also features a brown floor, a ceiling covered in wallpaper, and brown walls.

[solxamber]

i love your writing!! i wanted to ask what are your favourite cards for each character? and why?

you can ignore if its a long answer and if you're busy! I thought it's be fun to comapre our tastes.

thank you so much 🫶

there are spoilers for jp only cards below the cut!

Riddle: Halloween

The black lips? the pose? this card almost put me in my grave when I first saw it 10/10

Ace: Playful Dress

I adore the composition of this card and the ribbons and pose that give a marionette feel which i love

Deuce: Starsending robes

Deuce in general is very pretty but I found him extra pretty in this card.

Trey: Nightmare Suit

He's so *barks* Where do I even begin, the suit, the expression orz

Cater: New Year's Attire

I just love seeing him so confident idk this card just ticks the boxes for me

Leona: He has so many pretty cards where do I even start. The new nightmare suit is AMAZING but I have a soft spot for Liongarb Leona

He looks so regal??? and cool??? I spent everything I had for this card. absolutely worth it

Ruggie: Port Wear

He's so cute in this and his ears sticking out of his little hat. I'm gonna die of cuteness aggression.

Jack: Sleepwear

He looks so soft and fluffy already and his tail adds to that. 10/10 would hug

Azul: Luxe Couture

The expression??? the glasses?? THE HAIR??? hell yeah

Jade: Mermaid Fin

This is an insane card in general (I'm so normal about this) It's so !!!!!

Floyd: Mermaid Fin (again)

He looks so unhinged I'm so into it

Kalim: Playful Dress

Again, the marionette vibe and his serious expression instead of his usual smile does it for me

Jamil: I love Nightmare Suit but Luxe Couture

The attitude?? the posing??? orz

Vil: I'm extremely biased and I love all his cards and it was between silk adorned and tapis rouge but: Silk Adorned

Ever saw a man so beautiful you cry? Because I sure did. He's so pretty I cannot begin to describe. If he looked at me like that I'd just die jfc

Rook: Savanaclaw Dorm

Rook before he became French /j but forreal, its so different from how he usually is and I love that.

Epel: Platinum Jacket

i LOVE the expression he has and idk i just love the general vibe of all the platinum jacket cards and I like this one quite a bit.

Idia: I'm biased here again because he's so pretty to me. It's a tie between suitor suit and masquerade for me but masquerade just has the edge for me.

hes just so pretty man orz

Ortho: Fairy gear

The pink??? the butterfly motifs??? so peak. absolutely one of my top 10 cards

Malleus: Extremely biased because I love my dragon so I find them all pretty but Tsumsitter

Mostly because the whole family is here but I adore the expression he has on. (the diafam together is my weakness)

Lilia: Pop Music T-Shirt

The hair?? the ripped jeans??? the fishnet underneath??? 1000/10

Silver: Platinum Jacket

Love the expression, the implications. Amazing card 10/10

Sebek: Armor of Eternal Night

The tear in his eye? the context of the card? beautiful. book 7 broke me.

[canis-latransbian]

Waking up to the monthly tornado siren test feels too appropriate today.

[canis-latransbian]

I watch every customer struggle to use their apple pay because is involves pressing the power button a very certain way so it opens the app instead of locking the screen and guess what happens nine times out of ten fuck you Steven and your shitty ipod phone.

I just got my first ever iPhone and my god it is terrible, how did they get so popular this thing is a nightmare

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Okay, so, my original platonic yandere ocs' world/story is set in the land of Gaea, a world that is full of humans and the dragons. There are many kinds of dragons, as numerous as there are types of dinosaurs from our world, or birds, or fish. Dragons are ancient beings, some older than the first human to breathe, some older than even that. There are different forms of them, but all ruled by a leader of each kind, a lord or lady or regional monarch, then all of dragonkind under the rule of the Greatest of Dragons, They-Of-The-Rising-Sun, Born-From-The-Mother-Star, Elder-Kin, Caelistis... They are the largest, the oldest, and the first dragon, born of the tear of the Mother Goddess/Deity, Lux. From them comes every other dragon and dragon species, of which there are many.

There are the Wyverns, large and intimidating, with no arms, instead, wings, and having two feet. Their tails are thick, to help them balance, and end with sharp tips, some shaped like spades, others triangles, sometimes even diamonds or discs or clubs... They usually breathe fire or smoke, and tend to be in darker shades of the natural world, such as green of the forests or browns of the rocks, even the autumn reds and yellows of the clays or the blacks of the obsidian rock...

There are the Quetzals, snake-like and cunning, with only feathered wings and a long, coiling tail. They can spew venom or a poisonous mist, are covered partially or all the way in feathers, and their scales are softer than other dragon species. Their scales tend to be bright green, orange, or yellow, with feathers in all the various colors of the world...

There are the Wyrms, lithe and agile, with four thin wings and many legs and pincer-like jaws. They have hard, chitin-like scales, eyes that come in threes, fives, or eights, and sometimes with stingers on their tails or for claws. Their scales range from sunny golds and scarlet reds to acid greens and oily blacks, with some species even having dusky indigos or soft tangerines mixed in...

There are the Hydrans, smart and quick-witted, with two or four legs, no wings, and a serpentine body. They have antlers, soft manes of fur, and live near water. Their scales are like jewels, in ruby reds and and amber gold and spinel pink and jade green...

There are the Serpens, strong and stubborn, with four legs and two wings. They can breathe fire or ice or mist, have sharp claws and fangs, and can see in the dark. Their scales tend to be dark, in shades of midnight blue or twilight purple or dusky green or inky black, sometimes in bark browns or cloudy grays...

There are many, many other species and subspecies and hybrids and the like, but these are the main dragons known to mankind...

Some of the ocs include:

Scott Maxwell, a.k.a. platonic yandere older brother-like figure, a strong athletic sort who is also a leader, and who looks out for his friends (is a descendant or son of a Wyvern, was born as a human, is a dragon, and is 17 years old in human years, only a hatchling in dragon years)

Rose Dogwood, a.k.a. platonic yandere best friend/sister-like figure, a smart girl with pale hair who stands up for others and tries to learn what she can about her friends and dragons and magic (is a descendant or daughter of a Quetzal, was born as a human, is 16 years old in human years, only a hatchling in dragon years)

Michael Kiertz, a.k.a. platonic yandere best friend/brother-like figure, a funny boy who cracks jokes and likes trying new things, as well as being there for his friends to cheer them up or watch their backs (is a descendant or son of a Wyrm, is 16 years old in human years, only a hatchling in dragon years)

Manami Maris, a.k.a. platonic yandere older sister-like figure, who likes swimming and finding new places and wildlife, and who respects nature and feels the instinct to keep her hatchmates safe (is a descendant or daughter of a Hydran, is 17 years old, is only a hatchling in dragon years)

Caelistis, a.k.a. Great-Great-Great-Many-Greats-Grandparent/Parent/Caretaker of All Dragons, who would rather adopt the teens than silence them or destroy them, does not care much for humans, has watched too much destruction amd savagery happen because of them...

James Lowett/Unguis, a.k.a. an adult dragon who helps the teens out, but secretly wants them to lose amd be brought to the home of the dragons, is a bit gruff and sly, but has a good heart...

Vespidae, a.k.a. insect dragon queen/lady/ruler who wants to put the teens into her hive's hatchery/nursery, and would happily hypnotize them to turn against humans...

The four teens + Reader-insert/main character have to try and save the dragons while also stopping them from wiping out the humans... They have lots of adventuring and peace-makinh to do, and not a lot of time before The Great Migration, when dragons gather in the hundreds of thousands to meet with Caelistis, for a reason unknown to man, but which the teens hope to discover so to help them stop them from ending the humans and changing the world to how they see fit...

This is what I have for now. Woo. Took me awhile. But yeep. Dragons be upon ye!

@sugar-soda @thewickedweiner @hermesserpent-stuff @vivid-bun @danniloversugar

[psyphigirl]

How to play Caravan (New Vegas)

While I was tryin to learn how to play Caravan I saw loads of guides were just explaining the win conditions and not the actual rules or controls. So this post'll explain everything about caravan from top to bottom. (The only reason to play Caravan is for the two achievements, win three times and win thirty times; I don't find it very fun, not the fastest way of making money, and has no bearing on any plot.)

Getting the Cards

The only way to get the Caravan Deck is from Ringo after completing Ghost Town Gunfight (or looting it off his body). You don't need this, but it gives you the minimum number of cards you need to play. If you don't take it you'll have to manually find enough cards for Caravan to be available for you You can get cards from vendors and merchants (~two caps per). Keep an eye out for 6's, 8's, 10's, and Kings (The strat I'll describe needs those cards). You can have multiple copies of the same card (i.e. more than one 6 of Spades)

I got the most cards from Lacey (the bartender) at the Mojave Outpost (anywhere from three to eight). Buy the cards you need and wait three days for her to restock. There's a semi-rare bug where she'll sell two of the exact same card (i.e. two Ultra Luxe 8 of Hearts): Buying both'll crash the game

Sierra Madre Cards

If you have Dead Money installed you can find additional cards for Caravan in and around the Sierra Madre. Below is all the cards you can find and where they are:

8 of Clubs - Sierra Madre Casino & Resort (Cantina Madrid): On the floor in front of a file cabinet to the right of the Cafe Madrid terminal and restaurant manager desk. King of Clubs - Medical District: Inside a 2nd floor room with an active electric hot plate, north of the Villa clinic and above a ground level cafe sign directly west across a courtyard from the room containing the 6 of Diamonds, on a round table in the northeast corner. 6 of Diamonds - Medical District: Inside a 2nd floor room northeast of the Villa clinic and directly east across a courtyard from the room containing the King of Clubs, on a wooden shelf in the southwest corner behind an orange chair. 10 of Hearts - Villa: Some distance north of the Villa police station and west of the room containing the 5 of Hearts, on the interior corner of a walkway to the southeast of a wall fountain. Going from the 5 of Hearts, out the door with a wall fountain, down the stairs, in the corner of the interior walkway on the left. 6 of Spades - Salida del Sol North: In the northwest corner of a small courtyard with three bear traps and a dead tree, on the ground between a wall and three pipes, just west of the stairs leading to a room containing Dean's Secret Stash, a radio and two pool tables. 8 of Spades - Villa police station: In the northwest corner of the cell Dog is located in.

Who can I play with?

You're never explicitly told who you can play with, you just have to ask around. Here's the full list; Limited: You can only play with them five times and then never again Restricted: You have to have good rep with their faction to play

Cliff Briscoe - Dino Bite gift shop - Limited Dale Barton - The Fort - Restricted Dennis Crocker - NCR Embassy Isaac - Gun Runners Jake Erwin - NCR Embassy Johnson Nash - Primm - Limited Jules - North Vegas Square Keith - Aerotech suite Lacey - Mojave Outpost - Limited Little Buster - Camp McCarran Q.Master Mayes - Camp Forlorn Hope - Limited - Restricted No-bark Noonan - Novac Ringo - Goodsprings/Crimson Caravan Camp Jed Masterson - Northern passage - Only available with Honest Hearts

Johnson Nash uses more face cards than other players which can break the strat I'll describe later. No-bark Noonan is the easiest to play against

Building your Deck

After offering to play with someone, and after setting your bet, you'll be shown two long rows of cards. The top row is the deck you'll play with in the game, the bottom row is the cards you won't be using

Use your arrow keys to move left and right, pressing W to add a card to your deck and A to remove it. Only select your 6's, 8's, 10's, and Kings. If you don't have enough of these to reach the 30 card minimum, add some Jacks or Queens. After that press F to play

The Controls

The descriptors of the controls listed along the bottom right can be a little vague or misleading, here's a better explanation;

Arrow keys to highlight a card in your available hand (these will be the cards revealed to you in a fan) W to select a card Q to discard a card (counts as a full turn) If you select a card and want to deselect it, press R. With no card selected, R is the forfeit button E lets you completely discard a caravan you've built

When you select a card it will move to the left side of the screen. This is where the game is played. Use the arrow keys to place your selected card in one of the six sections available (these are the caravans)

Number Cards and Face Cards

Ace - Value of 1 Number Cards - Value of 2-10

You can play face cards on your caravans or your opponents caravans, and they can do the same to you

Jack - When played on an Ace/Number Card, removes that card along with any card attached to it Queen - When played on an Ace/Number Card, supposedly reverses the direction of hand and changes suit of the hand. I'm not sure if it's just my game being buggy or if I'm using them wrong, but Queen cards don't seem to do anything for me. I use Queens as null cards: Just something to fill up my deck. If you know what they actually do I'll add a proper explanation here. King - When played on an Ace/Number card, doubles the value of that card. Multiple Kings can be attached to the same card Joker - When played on an Ace, removes all other non-face cards of the ace's suit from the table (except that card) When played on a Number Card, removes all other cards of that value from the table (except that card) You can place multiple Jokers on the same card to remove any card of that suit/value placed after you placed your initial Joker

Playing Caravan (6 8 10 K Strat)

This isn't a strategy I invented, I found it online. But I only every found it in posts that assumed I knew how to play already. So I wanted to put it here alongside a tutorial Also, just as a rule of measure for how weird this game is, we're only now getting to how to actually play the game ...

You're aiming to have the values of the bottom three card piles (your caravans) be higher than their matching top three values (your opponents caravans), while keeping your values between twenty and twenty-six (values outside of this are invalid).

You might notice that you can't place a card on a caravan that already has a card in it. This might be for a few reasons;

There's a difference between attaching a card to another, and stacking a card on top of another: Press the up and down keys to move along the various heights of a caravan. Face cards can only be attached, number cards can only be stacked

You can't place two number cards of the same value in the same caravan. But you can place as many of the same face card as you want in the same caravan

Place a 10 and a 6, or a 10 and an 8 in each caravan, attach a King to the 10 in 10/6 caravans, or to the 8 in 10/8 caravans. These will each bring your value up to 26. If you don't have any of the cards you need, discard something you don't want (like a Queen if you have any in your deck and are using them as null cards). It's worth having a handful of Jacks in your deck to use against your opponent

Beating No-Bark

I'm not certain, but I think No-Bark's deck has no 2's, Queens, or Jokers. He only has three to four Jacks, and two to three Kings. After you've placed your initial card in each of your caravans he'll use a Jack against you one or two times. Rarely three, very rarely none. After your first few moves he's very unlikely to use Jacks again. I only saw him using a king against three times out of thirty-five games. Sometimes he deliberately busts his caravans. I have no idea why he does this

The strat I use against him is to place 6's and 8's as my first card in each caravan, then replace any cards he removes. It's only after three to five moves that I actually start building my caravans. Unless he's particular nasty with his Jacks, or you're particularly unlucky with whichever cards you draw, you should be able to get to 26 in each of your caravans immediately. If not, don't forget to Jack or King any caravan of his that reaches 20

Conclusion

Caravan sucks

If I missed something or didn't explain something right I'll make edits

Peace and love

[gooppoo]

it was an accident: part 2

Part 1

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: agedup!Neteyam, fingering, hair pulling (keepin w da themeee), teasing :/

There was a very obvious, suggestive smile on Neteyam's pretty lips. His body caged you against the tree, and made his stance known after harshly pinning you against the bark with a single hand over your wrists. But he let go, trusting you would resist and wanted to indulge as much as you. Next thing you knew, his nails dusted your scalp and gathered a handful of your hair. Before he even tugged in the slightest, an anticipatory whimper ticked your throat, and made his brow quirk.

"Already so noisy." He chuckled, flicking his steadily growing pupils at you sarcastically.

Between you were a few unimportant inches, because you could feel each other's warm breath on your lips, noses bumping together. Your breath lodged in your constricting throat at the sensation of Neteyam's steamy palm merely resting on your hip bone. A portion of your body that didn't know could be that alive nearly burst into passionate flames.

"Okay?" Neteyam's voice was barely anything, you had to read his lips. In response you dipped your head affirmatively. "Okay." He murmured.

You expected his lips to reach yours slower - but you were foolish to think this considering the minuscule space floating between you to begin with. Nonetheless, the softness of his lips surprised you; eye opening as they say. A deeply satisfied hum reverberated against your lips, even your chest as Neteyam's warrior-like pecs bumped against your petite boobs. Your limbs felt like they were melting into the ground, your eye lids following suit and darkening your world so all you could perceive were fireworks.

Taking some initiative, you tossed your arms around Neteyam's taller stature, almost on your tippy toes to reach his towering height. In a natural succession your chests fully collided, followed by your torsos and hips. Collectively your temperatures were skyrocketing. Particularly the fire crackling in your pelvis.

Another hum tickled your lips, and you reciprocated your desire with your own hum, even allowing his tongue to bypass into your mouth. This unlocked a new sensation - something more slippery and warm, mimicking your center. As Neteyam's tongue swiped and swirled with yours, reaching new depths, your thighs squished together to sadly alleviate the lust flourishing for Neteyam.

Without glancing down or separating any section of your bodies, his fiery palm slithered slyly lower on your body. He shifted slightly, and his digits were breaching your loincloth. With consideration for you, he paused just before experimenting with his fingers and your loins, and when you didn't stop richly kissing him, he took it upon himself to dive deeper.

As he dipped into your syrupy pool of pleasure, the forgotten bundled hair was held tighter. There was a mild sting - nothing like before- it seemed now he was inclined to ease you into things. No matter the extent, you were producing whimpers for him. Particularly when he traced your essence toward your touch deprived and eager clit. The combination of textures was lux in an erotic way: his roughed up finger pads, and your slippery, soft slick working in unison to press against your bud. With that came a firmer hold on your hair.

Every time you couldn't control your yelps and moans, Neteyam darted his tongue past your lips, like he could gain greater access to your pleasure if he kissed you deeper. There wasn't a single aspect of him you wouldn't object to in that moment. Certainly not his lengthy fingers caressing semi-circles into your grateful nub.

Sending back the love he offered your lips was growing admittedly difficult. You wanted to let your jaw hang loosely so you could let him hear how fantastic he made you feel. For now you accepted his sloppy kisses and carving your nails into his shoulders and sturdy upper back. Neteyam didn't hesitate to tug your locks when your nails dug a little too deep into his azul skin. This only exacerbated your haphazard kissing.

But Neteyam wasn't completely numbed by pleasure like you, he could tell your laborious panting and weak attempts to return his embrace was telling of your climax. If it wasn't that, he had yanked your hair expertly - which he wasn't confident was the case, only a factor. It became clearer to him what was to come when your feeble knees and thighs began to rub and press together. He added a third finger to his efforts, then lead your strands in a different direction. Now, he just wanted to hear you.

His eyes studied you: puffy, wet lips, half-lidded eyes, slack jaw. The motion of him biting down on his lip was involuntary, but a perfect reaction to your indecent expression. Even more so when you'd struggle to mewl due to his lethal grip on your hair.

"Talk to me Y/n. Getting close?" Neteyam purred, clearly struggling against the desire to lick along your feminine neck.

Swallowing thickly, you coated your throat enough to mutter to him, "Y-yes. Very clo-ose uuuhaaa..."

As your orgasm began it's ferocious reign over your body, a few warning rolls of your hips were all you could offer Neteyam. Just as your climax shot up your spine and burst beneath your belly button, the one responsible heaved your hair and kept it steady with an unbreakable grasp. The painfully blissful bite taking your scalp by storm collided with the potent satisfaction stemming from between your hips, birthing a new kind of pleasure that had total control over your nervous system. Neteyam had to (or wanted to) use his fit torso and pinned you against the bark once more, fearful you'd collapse to your knees.

Neteyam wanted to know what noises you could make - so you fucking showed him. Gasping, whining, reeling, sobbing, screaming. You gave him a five course meal of noises for him to enjoy and lick his fingers over. Nothing short of outstanding and scrumptious.

And even though your eyes were mostly squeezed shut, you could feel his animalistic eyes boring into your skin. You knew his ears were flat against his neat braids and his jaw was hung in amazement, the corner of his abused lips curled upward proudly.

"Well-!" Neteyam huffed, completely awestruck. He didn't know he'd get a show quite like this.

However, soon enough it had to come to an end. His rushed fingers tending to your clit eventually became far too much for you to handle, and your body began to jerk and tremble because of it. A hand that had rooted into Neteyam's back left to smack away his fingers as you sputtered about it being, 'too mu-uch.'

Respectfully, his hands retreated from your swollen bud and tender strands. You gasped and huffed each other's air, chuckling when Neteyam sucked his fingers like he had just enjoyed a delectable dessert.

"Sweet. I like it." He winked, way too full of himself.

You groaned and let your eyes roll, trying to fix your hair and adjust your garments to their original state. One of his hands stuck out before him and kept you from exiting, propping himself against the tree. His other hand took to his jutted, sassy hip.

"For the record, you are very hard to track. But not so hard to finish off. Yeah?" A hearty laugh followed your annoyed sigh.

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[canis-latransbian]

I'm guessing that most of the upset people haven't experienced a catastrophic loss. Rose's death left such an emotional crater in both of them that the only thing that could come close to filling it was someone who loved her as deeply as they had. Grief manifests in so many ways and it's always gonna be messy.

people on twitter freaking the hell out because rebecca sugar drew a comic of pearl and greg having a messy situationship in the aftermath of rose dying wasn't on my 2024 bingo card if I'm being honest

even Less so because the thing they're apparently mad about is that the nonbinary alien rock was supposed to be a lesbian (as if there's anything wrong with a nonbinary alien rock being bisexual, Or that lesbian can't have a situationship with a man without still being a lesbian on the other side.)

anyways, may take on it is: you don't have to consider any of rebecca sugar's sketches "canon," because it's not actually in the source material. rebecca may have a strong influence on how the fandom sees the characters but it does Not actually change the show. so getting worked up about it in the first place is ridiculous.

That Said, it kinda works with whatever they had going on in the show if I'm being honest

[swordbisexual]

Fight & Forgiveness

Rolan Week Day Three

In which Shaxibis saves Rolan, again, much to his increasing frustration. 1.9k words

(cross-posted to AO3)

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Snap.

In this hells-cursed gods-damned place, whatever made the noise just over Rolan’s shoulder could be anything: a shadow-cursed creature toying with his mind, a branch snapping beneath the dried-out weight of a hundred years, another Harper whose face he only vaguely recognizes in his own tunnel vision determination and the decay of the curse that’s taken them at last. Perhaps it’s another cultist come to finish the job. Whatever it is, he doesn’t much care. The shadows have done more than enough to sober him back up, and he is ready to let loose a thunderwave on anything that dares stand between him and the crumbling fortress that looms up from the lakeside. He’s already made quick work of more than one shade. He can handle more.

My responsibility.

The words he spat out back in Last Light still ring through his mind. Cal and Lia are his to find, his to rescue, and he might as well die in the attempt. Better that than to die in slow, wine-poisoned anguish, with the omnipresent hero of the hour lingering just outside his line of sight.

Of course she’d returned. Of course the greatest commotion that the inn had seen since he and Alfira stumbled in with the children days prior - or tendays? time is meaningless in this cursed dark - was Shaxibis, come traipsing in with all her heroic friends as reckless as you please. He even overheard her give Jaheira a bit of backtalk, but rather than give a dressing-down like when he dared point out this place’s folly, the old Harper only barked a laugh at Shaxibis’ exhaustingly endless font of charisma.

“My responsibility,” he snapped at her, all but biting the hand she offered to rest on his shoulder in comfort. She doesn’t get to comfort him; she doesn’t get to do anything at all, what with the way she appeared as if summoned up from his darkest, most secret dreams from the road at their backs, when he could still indulge in dreaming about freckles that he counted in his mind’s eye til he drifted back off to sleep.

“Rolan,” she’d said, and her voice was too soft, too wonderful, and too much for him to bear. It was all concern and pity, which is all he’ll ever earn from her at this rate, and the knowing still aches in his chest.

He’d shaken off her hand like an angry dog and turned on her with a snarl. “Don’t.”

The pressure of the air around him suddenly drops with a whoosh through his ears that pops and clicks, drowning out even his own repeated mantra - my responsibility my responsibility mine - as a chill runs through him that goes down to the very marrow of his bones. There, just out of sight, is a darkness like a void, a shadow that lurks within shadows, nearly snuffing out the light of the torch in his hand.

The words of a spell he’s done a thousand times before catch in his throat, frozen like the ice that settles in his limbs, and he can only despair at the darkness that creeps in at the edges of his vision. This is it, then. His end. His failure. His complete and utter inability to save Cal and Lia, all over again, after all the times they’ve dragged him out of the depths of his own foolishness.

An end he deserves.

“Fiat lux!”

Brilliant spell-light, bright as the sun, bursts overhead, so sudden that it blinds him. The shadows surrounding him hiss and snarl, but the sound is drowned out in his ears by the sound of jumbled words and shouts as a saber swings through the air, and a cleric’s radiant bolt shatters the shadows apart for good.

And then, his name.

“Rolan!”

Shaxibis, again, always. The light doesn’t dim, but it’s eerie and unnatural, fighting against the dark and casting sharp shadows over Shaxibis’ face when she rushes to meet him. Perhaps that’s what makes her frown look so harsh, or perhaps she is actually upset for once. Regardless, she still looks so godsdamned unscathed by everything, while he can still feel the raking icy-death chill of the shadowed claws that ripped through his sleeve and dragged down his torch arm.

Anger flares up, pure and potent, and he spits out his reply with all the venom he can muster. “You. Of all bloody��people.”

She recoils as if struck, and he only has a moment to feel a little sorry; her own anger flashes in her eyes, and for once, she grimaces instead of grins. “Oh, fuck off, you ungrateful prick.”

He is only dimly aware of her companions over her shoulder: Shadowheart’s normally dark and moody eyes gone wide in shock, Karlach’s uneasy cringe, Lae’zel’s ichor-splattered scowl deepening. A whole host of heroic women, then, come to save him from himself, and the sting of shame only throbs hotter at knowing he shouldn’t be so upset by it. It takes all his self-control not to fling his torch to the ground in frustration. “And why should I be grateful?”

Shaxibis steps closer, teeth bared. “I saved your sorry arse, again, and you’re being—”

“I never asked you to!” Swinging the torch in front of him like a weapon, he holds her back from getting any closer, because if she were to get within arm’s reach, he’d have to take hold of her and pull her close and see what those teeth of hers might do. “I haven’t asked you to rescue me a single godsdamned time, but you can’t help yourself, can you?”

She flinches back a step. It’s the first flicker of uncertainty he’s seen from her, and it hits him with a thrill through his soft palate, a heady, addictive liqueur. “What would you have me do?” She spreads her hands open, gesturing to the smoking remnants of the shades that lie at their feet. “Leave you to die?”

“Why not?” He clings to her anger, and it warms him from the inside, spreading through his veins and loosening his stiff limbs. “At least then I’d have died with purpose.”

“Because you’re no use to m— us — them dead!” Shaxibis has never stumbled over her words before, but she stammers over her syllables now, agitation raising the pitch of her voice til it threatens to break. Her eyes shine in the torch light all of a sudden, but she doesn’t reach up to wipe at them, so he cannot be sure that it’s anything threatening to spill from her lashes making them glitter. “Hells, Rolan. Maybe I should have.”

He tightens his fist around the torch. “No,” he grinds out, gritting his teeth and working his jaw as he swallows down what straggling bits of his pride remain. “No, you shouldn’t.”

The lines that bracket her frown deepen, and she turns to go. “Go back to Last Light, Rolan.”

Not “come with me.” Not “I’m sorry.” Not anything he’d hoped to hear, but perhaps what he deserves instead. He sidesteps past her with a sigh, without even a mumbled farewell, and strains his ears for words that never come.

***

Shaxibis does the impossible, all over again.

And Rolan can’t even be angry this time.

He tries his best at putting on a staunchly sour face when he first spies Lakrissa striding through the inn’s front door and Alfira leaping up to bowl her over. Lakrissa is a tough one, used to fighting and surviving, but Cal and Lia? They aren’t fighters so much as stupidly brave, and the chances of them also having made it out of Moonrise alive are—

“Rolan!”

He’s glad he put his tankard on the bar, or else he might have dropped it and spilled a perfectly good drink. “Lia?”

There. Here. They’ve returned, almost no worse for the wear, and as the both of them rush to the back of the tavern room amidst the shouts of the others freed from the cultists’ dungeons, Rolan has to furiously blink back the heat that springs up in his eyes and blurs their faces. Cal grasps one shoulder as Lia boxes the other, and they both move to embrace him even though he’s left standing in stock-still shock at the reality that they’re here, and alive, and so is he.

“Drinking?” Cal nods at the half-drunk tankard on the bar. “Seems like you’ve had a nice time while we’ve been gone.”

The unbearable tension of near-tears snaps, and Rolan neatly swallows it all back down in mild disgust. “Yes. Of course. I’ve just been relaxing this whole time.”

“That’s not what Shax told us.” Lia boxes him again, this time on the ear. “What were you thinking, going out into the curse alone?”

Rolan splutters. “And leave you two to rot?”

“Heard you had to be scraped up off the ground,” Cal teases, ducking to avoid Rolan’s own gently jabbing fist. “All distressed and needing your own rescue.”

A familiar glimpse of red and white at the fringes returns, and Shaxibis steps full into Rolan’s vision. “He held his own,” she says, too magnanimous by half. There is not a single note of sarcasm in her voice, which is now disarmingly rough-edged and hoarse in a way that only sweetens the sound, lovelier than any song she could sing. “He’d done half the work for us by the time we found him out there.”

His ears burn at the sight of her utterly guileless smile. “You’re being too generous,” he mumbles. “I was… not my best.”

“Not your best?” Lia rounds on him, all fire and frustration. “Hells, Rolan, have you even thanked her yet?”

There is nothing he could do or say to adequately thank Shaxibis, ever, but he does the best he can in the only way he knows how at the moment. Fishing in his pockets, he draws out a small pouch heavy with coin. “Here.”

Her eyes go round, along with her mouth, as she weighs the coin purse in her hands; he can see the numbers running through her mind, along with countless other words and questions that he both does and does not want to hear right now, when faced with such a rare sight as her utterly disarmed expression. “Hells,” she breathes. “That’s… a lot of thanks.”

It’s not how he properly wants to thank her, but that vision - his hand cupping her cheek, perhaps, and hers resting on his chest as she leans up on her toes - sets him back on edge, and he bristles. “I could always take it back.”

She swiftly presses the purse to her middle, cupping her other hand over it protectively. “Don’t you dare. You’ll just drink yourself to death with this much coin.”

Just like that, they’re back on familiar ground: she, the bard with a joke for every moment, no matter how inappropriate, and he, long-suffering at the hands of her humor, groaning to cover up the chuckle that threatens to break free from the back of his throat. They may as well be the only two people in this room, and the thought is both thrilling and discomfiting. “Don’t worry. I’ve still plenty of coin to buy myself another round or two.”

Shaxibis tucks the purse into some pocket hidden by the gold-edged lapel of her laughably gaudy jerkin, then leans one elbow on the bar. “Enough to buy a drink for me, too?”

Rolan picks up his tankard, steadfastly ignoring the look that passes between Cal and Lia in his periphery. “I’ve already thanked you once." He takes a drink and raises a brow. "Don’t be greedy.”

She laughs; a balm to his bruised ego. "Fine," she says, drawing out a gold piece from another purse at her hip. "The next one's on me."

[peonierose]

Bite Me

Book: Immortal Desires

Characters involved: Gabriel Adalhard; Cas Harlow

Words: 1570

TW: anxiety, vampires, blood-drinking

A/N: Happens a bit after book 1 of ID ended.

Gabe

I leaned against a tree in the woods.

It’s late I can tell as the sun won’t be up for hours. Ever since I became a vampire I got more sensitive to the sun. Not just because I was more exhausted but because my internal clock was telling me when the sun rose and when the sun sunk. I became pretty attuned to it. 

I let out a breath, as the crisp autumn air gives me some relief from my hunger pains. 

I haven’t fed in weeks and I refuse to do so. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. Seeing my eyes turn molten silver, and my fangs protruding from my gums. I try to force it away because it always reminds me what I am and what my grandmother Sara almost turned into. I’m glad she’s not here to see me like this. 

What would she think of me? Would she be disgusted? Devastated? I don’t know and I can’t ask her anymore. 

I felt around and let the rough bark of the tree, and the dank moss ground me like nothing else can. Except for Naya. She grounds me pretty well, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her right now. 

”So this is where the golden boy has run off to. Interesting hiding place. Not as lux as I would have pegged you for.“

Of all the people to turn up…why Cas? 

I mean how did he even find me? And why was he even looking for me in the first place? 

”I followed the stench of misery. You should think of showering a bit more, you know?“ Cas said and I didn’t even have a response, to be honest. 

I sighed as my eyes remained closed and I tried to shut out any noise, with vampire hearing that’s almost impossible, but I still wanted to try and block out anything, Cas‘s voice included. I like him on good days and tolerate him on bad days, but right now I just needed five minutes to myself. 

”I’m not hiding. I’m trying to relax, so what do you want?“ I said, too tired to have a confrontation. Whether it’s a verbal or physical one.

I heard some rustling and I opened my eyes, only for Cas to throw me a blood bag which I caught with my left hand. 

”Thought you could use a drink. Since you can’t think for yourself. Others have to do it for you. It’s pathetic but someone’s gotta do it.“ 

I put the blood bag next to me on the ground and didn’t tear into the blood bag immediately.

”You’re welcome, Adalhard.“ Cas says, his expression didn’t give away anything. I always found it hard to read him. 

When I didn‘t say anything for a while Cas rolled his eyes that glowed silver in the dim moonlight. 

”Next time get your own food.“ Before he can walk away I threw back a question I’ve been meaning to ask him ever since showed up.

”Why do you even care? You never liked me. So why are you being all friendly and shit?“ 

He didn’t turn around but turned his head slightly so that I’m seeing him in profile. 

”Because for some reason you’re being stupid and putting us all at risk by not feeding regularly. I think last time when you almost made mincemeat out of Naya gave you enough of a scare didn’t it? So this time around? Do the right thing.“ 

Before I can mouth anything he continued.

”Remember back at the caverns? What Naya said? How she doesn’t want to lose you because your morals got in the way of your health? How she won’t let you be that foolish? Remember that little speech?“ 

I scoffed as Cas’s words. Not wanting to remember that moment, but getting overwhelmed by memories of the past.

”Oh I see this is because you want to keep Naya safe. You don’t need to. I have it under control.“ I balled my fist not wanting to swing out and hit him. 

He now fully turned around. His eyes glinted silver in the moonlight as his fangs were on full display. 

”Oh I can see how under control you have it. Sitting under a tree in the middle of the night feeling sorry for yourself. Wow, good job Adalhard. You deserve a medal for that. Will bronze do? Or do you strive for gold?“ 

I breathed through my nose not wanting to take the bait. He was goading me and he has always been good at pushing my buttons. 

”I guess I owe you thanks. So thank you seriously.“ I say before I return to sitting under the tree. Watching the moonlight cast shadows. 

”You know what? Be a dick if you want. But if you don’t have your blood lust or lack thereof under control, how do you suppose you’re going to help Naya navigate through it, huh?“ 

He was hitting very close to home. And he knew it. 

”What do you want me to say? Oh, I’m sorry I don’t want to drink blood but that’s my life now? Welcome to the party of people who hate being a vampire?“ 

Cas sighed.

”I get that you didn’t choose this life. But try and see it from Naya’s point of view. She’s scared because she has to lie to her mom and her friends about being a vampire. She has to choose a coven. She’s scared of overdoing it with the blood-drinking. How do you think she feels? She knows your adversity to blood and she still chose you. Sometimes I wonder…“ He doesn’t finish his sentence. 

”Oh so that’s how it is. You’re trying to kick me out of the way so she trusts only you and your ways. Maybe even choosing the Venandis. Was this your plan all along?“

And then I went in for the kill.

”Sounds to me like you’re still in love with her.“ 

Cas kicked a stone out of the way and stared me down. 

”Of course I love her. But she chose you and I have to respect that. It’s a crappy choice but it was hers to make. But I’ll be damned if I won’t help her out as a friend, because clearly you don’t have yourself under control.“

I chuckled against all odds. 

”Oh I’m happy to amuse you Adalhard. Glad I could be of service.“

I looked up at Cas and for a flicker of a moment I saw a raw vulnerability in Cas’s silver gaze but when I blinked it was gone. As if it was never there. And as much as I hate to admit it, he’s right. I am putting everyone at risk by not feeding regularly. 

”You’re right. I’m sorry. I just…it’s hard for me. I sometimes wish I was a normal human being. But I guess I have to live with what I’ve got now and make the best of it.“ This conversation has gotten way deeper than I anticipated.

”Please leave that sappy stuff for Naya. I don’t get paid enough to listen to it.“

”You don’t get paid at all.“ I countered.

He grinned and his fangs glistened. 

”Exactly.“ 

I looked up to the stars and pondered what Cas just said mere seconds ago. About Naya and her transformation. 

But before I can help Naya with her feedings, I need to get my house in order first before I can even attempt to help her. I’m glad Cas is here, as much as he’s a pain in my ass, but he’s here when he could turn a blind eye to my problems, he still decided to reach out and help me, and I have to respect that. I guess he’s alright. For a Venandi. 

As complicated as his feelings might be for Naya, he put his pride aside and brought me a blood bag to help me. And that takes a lot of guts.

A small smile curved around my lips.

”You’re alright Harlow.“ I said as I drained the blood bag within seconds. Feeling grateful he’s here. 

He physically shuddered. 

”Not so loud. I have a reputation to uphold.“ 

”It’s just you, me, and the wild animals in the woods right now. But the animals might hear you speak negatively about them and declare you enemy number one.“ 

I grinned and my fangs glistened. After I’ve inhaled the blood bag my fangs retracted and my eyes returned to their normal shade of maroon brown.

”Pfft. I’m not scared of some small animal.“ 

”What about Snow? I heard Snow is the boss around your place.“ I’m referring to Cas‘ cat, whose name is Snow. 

”Where did you hear about that? Nobody knows about my cat. How in three hells did you hear about it? And who else knows?“ He asked, his voice dipped lower. 

”I have my ways.“ I said vaguely and continue ”I might’ve told Naya about it.“ I grinned. 

Cas rubbed a hand over his face and groaned.

”Don’t repeat this to anyone and I won’t share how you need a nightlight on at all times.“ 

Now I’m speechless. 

”How…?“

Now it’s Cas‘s turn to grin.

”I have my ways.“ He repeated my words and we both shared a small smile and just let the night air and sounds of the forest surround us. 

Having Cas as company feels good. It just feels good to have a friend. Someone who understands you. Someone who won’t judge you, who will just sit in compatible silence and enjoy the time we have and maybe even become close friends. 

[rinhaler]

Would do anything for a foot massage rn

[specialagentlokitty]

Lucifer (fox) x Teen!reader - perfect

Hey saw you were taking requests so I was wondering if maybe you can to one there Deen Reader who gets adopted by Lucifer picks up a stray hellhound puppy and doesn't know until Lucifer melts seeing the pupper? (The Lucifer version of lucifer) - Anon💜

You were walking back to Lux when you came a across the little puppy whining and wondering about the streets looking lost.

“Hey sweetie…” you whispered.

You crouched down and let the puppy pad across the street towards you, sniffing your hand before sitting at your feet, tail thumping against the ground.

You smiled, scratching behind its ears, and you reached over, picking it up to cradle in its arms.

It was covered in pure black fur, from heat to toe, with amber eyes that seemed to stare through your very soul, but you loved the little creature already.

“I wonder if your a boy or a girl…” you mumbled.

A quick check and a grumble of disapproval from the puppy told you that it was in fact a female.

“I’m sure Lucifer won’t mind if I bring you home…” you whispered.

You held her closely to your check as you carried on walking down the final street, wondering what you should name her.

Slipping through the doors, you walked down the steps and over to the bar.

“Hey Maze, is lucifer back yet?”

“Yeah, upstairs. Nice dog.” She smirked.

“Thanks, I’m looking for a name.” You beamed.

You bounded to the elevator and anxiously waited for it to reach the top before you stepped out and put the puppy on the floor.

“Hey I’m back!” You called.

“One second!”

You walked over to the couch and sat down, and the puppy jumped up after you, sitting in your lap as you ran your fingers through her fur.

“What about… Rose?”

She growled.

“Luna?”

Another growl.

“Midnight?”

The puppy cocked her head to the side as she looked up at you.

“Midnight?” You smiled.

She yipped and you laughed, running your fingers through her fur, letting her jump and bark.

“What on earth?”

Lucifer came out of his room and looked at you and the puppy and you beamed brightly at him as he walked over, sitting next to you.

Of course you couldn’t see it but he could.

What was fur to you was nothing but black smoke and red eyes to him.

“How’d you get here?”

He picked the puppy up and she wiggled happily in his arms.

“Found her on the street, can we keep her?”

Lucifer looked to you then to the little hellhound puppy.

He wasn’t sure how a hellhound managed to get on earth, but seeing how attached you two were already he couldn’t see the harm.

Down in hell she would’ve been raised to protect the gates, and as Lucifer looked at you with a huge smile on your face.

He smiled softly and nodded his head.

He could train the puppy, in a few months she’ll be able to hide herself from humans, no one would know.

She could be your very own guard dog.

And he loved the hellhounds, he adored them, so it was perfect.

Sitting next to you, he let the puppy jump down from him and curl up in your arms.

It was perfect. He knew you’d be safe if he wasn’t around