#they like doggos but they're all scared of them :^(

[cherie-doll]

Cherie luveeee. Wish you good and healthy, beautiful.

I got someting.

You know those retired dog officers that have been trained for jungkies and bombs?? We adopt them while cod characters are away for deployments, because we're lonely and literal scary dog privileges hehe.

And when they're home, our dog gets alert and quite relentless by the smells until we pay the good officer jerky and 2 ice cubes.

It's messy, but hope you understand what I mean.

Dw i see your vision and tried to execute it

⪩⪨ price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, makarov, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto

No cuz imagine missing that security, yearning for those big strong muscle arms wrapping around you and engulfing your body in theirs >.<

BuT, you’re alone at home, that emptiness roaming the halls and dark rooms as the orange glow of the afternoon sun seeps through the blinds and the most awful melancholy hits you. You grab your keys and go out for a drive not being able to stand the loneliness anymore.

You’re driving around downtown and spot a shelter, you saw a poster on the glass display for cats. Only to walk in and be told that they’ve all been adopted, you’re ready to walk out until a yelp can be heard from one of the kennels and see a German shepherd watching you with his big brown eyes, head laying on his paws. Your heart squeezes and it’s as if you’re made for one another. Without another thought you ask for it and after a few moments you’re walking out with your new companion.

You spend the next couple of weeks bonding with the dog, taking him out on walks and sleeping peacefully on your bed despite your military bf/husband gone because you know the canine sleeping on the bedroom floor will protect you. You even go out a little more often than you would when they're on deployment because you've got your guard dog scaring away those with wrong intentions but is secretly a sweetheart within.

And it isn't until your partner comes back, late at night, that your dog raises his head, ears attentive and listening to the footsteps of heavy boots probably leaving dirt all over the clean entrance hallway and making their way up the stairs to the bedroom. He can sense a strange new smell, much stronger than your subtle scent. The overpowering new scent awakens his instincts and he's at the door in an instant growling and waking you up.

Much to the confusion and frustration of the dog, you're not as wary as you should be. You freely open the door and welcome the soldier who's been away for too long into your arms.

Price would be too engulfed in your embrace to notice the dog growling lowly at him. It would only be when he leans down to put away his shoes and place the duffle bag slung over his shoulder that he'd come face to face with the dog's snout sniffing him over. He'd ask where you got it from and once the dog realized there is no threat they'd get used to each other quickly.

Simon wouldn't appreciate the hair the dog has left on the side of the bed that's usually his. But he commends you for being smart and getting a dog, and not just any fluffy golden retriever, no you got a dog breed he can trust will use the best of their instincts to take care of you. He'll be at ease knowing he's not leaving you alone anymore.

Johnny would have a close call getting bitten by the doggo. Maybe warn him, yeah? But he's all over the dog, petting it, asking what's his name. And he most likely wouldn't get much sleep despite arriving late home. The dog is all excited about a new person in the house and be all over him.

Kyle tries his darn best to earn that dog's trust and convince them he's not a threat. It's not that the dog smells bad intentions from him, he just doesn't like the proximity between the both of you. Noses in between you both while you're giving Kyle a kiss on the lips. After a few treats, he got the dog to calm down and sit at the far end of the room, keeping an eye just in case lol.

Gary loves dogs and tbh he thinks this was a surprise you had planned for him. The dog can't even do his regular routine of sniffing the person because Gary is hugging him, petting and scratching behind the dog's ears. The dog loves the attention though and quickly warms up to him.

Alejandro would get a good scare at this big dog standing in the doorway watching him. Would curse loud enough his mother could surely hear from her grave and rise to throw a chancla at him. He's tired, has had a long drive and in his usual good mood would dote on the dog but not when he's on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. Doesn't even say anything much after that and just grabs you, collapses into bed with you in his arms and falls asleep.

Rudy's first thought is that a stray dog got in and would be concerned for your safety but then sees the collar around the dog's neck and know right away he's part of the family now. And no matter how tired he is, Rudy would still sit there and with the dog resting on his lap, would ask you how you got him, where, what's his name, how you've been feeling after adopting him, etc.

Phillip doesn't pay mind to the dog, even if its growling at him and even baring teeth. Plenty of people do that to him at work, he's used to it. Man has two things in his mind since pulling into the driveway; you and rest. He takes a quick shower, doesn't even bother putting actual clothes on and just falling asleep in a towel wrapped around his waist. The dog just standing next to the bed at Phillip's side, smelling his face curiously.

Makarov isn't surprised to be greeted by dogs at the door because he's probably already owned a few big dogs but they're usually kept outside. Kicks his shoes off, which distract the snarling dog who goes after his shoes only seeing a new toy. He goes right over and starts getting ready to sleep until he turns to face your side confused to see the dog in between the both of you with his shoe in his mouth.

Keegan couldn't care less, he has no thoughts at the moment. His eyes barely register the dog who won't stop thrusting his nose into his face when he leans down to pull off his boots and socks. He just grumbles something and pushes the dog away who follows after him. He kisses you goodnight or hello, he doesn't know anymore, gives the dog a pat on the head and drifts off to sleep.

König the type to just stand there staring at the dog who stares right back at him. Surely, with how sleep deprived he is he must think it's an hallucination or maybe he's asleep and already dreaming. Reaches out, letting the dog sniff his hand and when he feels the warm breath from the dog's nostrils tickle his hand he simply nods approvingly. He'll make friends with the dog tomorrow.

Horangi would probably set off all of the dog's danger sensors because of his nature of doing things. Like he gets home, slams the door shut, his heavy footsteps making their way to you, throwing his duffle bag on the floor and tackling you (lovingly ofc duh) would make the dog think you're getting attacked.

Nikto would start asking you all sorts of question, interrogating you almost. Asking where the wolf came from, why did you get it, did you not feel safe to wait until he came back? He's asking more because he's genuinely concerned and wants to know if something specific happened that made you feel like you needed a dog as big as the one currently stuffing his nose into the pockets of his jacket.

[luimagines]

Doggo request 2: Isekai Reader who had brought their BIG boy dog? Like the ones that are almost as big as bears. I forgot the breed name.

Your wish is my command. Let's make it a Tiberian Mastiff. :D

Masterlist

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"Ok, Hudson. Easy boy." You gently held the leash of the behemoth you called your baby.

The dog was the runt of the litter, but ended up growing into one of the biggest dogs on the planet. That's what you tell yourself anyway. In your heart and in his, he is just a little guy who wants hugs and kisses and for someone to throw the ball.

"it's going to kill us." The one you were told to call 'The Traveler' all but threw himself backwards when you brought your dog close to them.

Granted, most people tend to get a bit nervous when your dog steps onto the scene, but that's generally because he's huge, not because they're actually afraid of him. Still, you suppose you should have seen this coming.

"No, he's not. He's a sweetheart. Come pet him."

"No thank you."

"I'll do it!" The Rancher stepped forward with a bright smile on his face. You admired his instant bravery. It was a nice change of pace. He walked right up to the two of you, seemingly knowing his way around the creature.

Hudson sniffed his hand and his pants, letting the young man scratch his mane and his muzzle. You knew the procedure by now. It was impressive that Hudson hadn't barked yet. Maybe he was sniffing the fur pelt the man was wearing.

"He's a gorgeous creature. What did you say he was again?"

"He's a Tiberian Mastif, bred to hunt and guard against bears." You say proudly. Husdon had proved to be invaluable where you lived. He took his guarding duty very seriously and hadn't let you down since.

"I'm sorry, bears?" The boy with massive facial scarring seemed to light at the idea. "He's that strong?"

"I mean... I don't have bears where I live but he certainly scares off the coyotes and wolves."

"Wolves?" The youngest asks, hesitantly coming closer. He sneaks a pet onto Hudson's side.

"Someone better keep an eye on Wolfie then." The oldest with the scar over his eye, looks out into the distance.

"Wolfie?" You ask in question.

"A local wolf that seems to follow us where ever we go." The boy with pink hair speaks up. You really need to remember their names better. Didn't his start with an L? "Your dog wouldn't attack him, would he?"

"Oh, he might." You frown. "That would be a problem."

"I doubt it." The Rancher shrugs. "The wolf knows his way around. I'm sure he can take care of himself."

"Ok, well I don't want a wolf attacking my dog either." You put your hands on your hips. "That's a fight tot the death. Hudson won't give up easily."

"Wolfie knows better." The shortest- The Blacksmith, you remind yourself- tells you with another shrug of his shoulders. "Besides, you have all of us with you. We'll get between the two of them should anything happen."

You doubt that. This kid is small enough to ride your dog like a horse. "I wouldn't recommend it but I'll keep that in mind."

He seems to read your mind for a split second because he bites his lip as if he's thought of something that could get him trouble. "...Do you think he'll let me ride him?"

"Not a chance."

[danieyells]

@2flowerz also asked for Lyca so

NOW WITH 100% MORE DOGGO LYCA. HE IS DEFINITELY A HUMAN AND NOT A WEREWOLF. He is trying very hard to be a human. I love him very much. . . .

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"...You again. Where're we going today?"

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Hey, you got letters. Don't you have to read them? Oh, don't you know how?"

he understands if you can't read, man. neither can he.

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"You smell sweeter than usual today... Stop. Go away."

after learning that the pc is going to turn into the anomaly that cursed them any sort of 'you smell nicer than normal' feels like such a threat lmao

"You want to touch me? Fine. Ten seconds and that's it."

that is more than enough my good sir

"When I find Neros, I wanna prove I've been getting along with humans. Then he'll definitely let me live with him."

considering he related the term 'neglect play' to what Neros did to him. . .I'm not so sure. . .and if Neros was as old as he sounds like he was, I wonder if he's even still alive. . . .

"Hey! Moth-eaten Casanova! Where'd you go? I'm gonna show you my special move today."

"special move" in Japanese is 「必殺技」 or 'lethal move'/'killer technique', usually unique to a person or fighting style. Not sure if he wants to show Ed how cool he is or try and kill him lmao--

"This phone thingy they gave me keeps making noises and making me jump... Why do I gotta carry it everywhere? It's scary!"

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Mnn... Let me sleep... Don't touch me... Zzz..."

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Laws, school regulations, anomalous law... Manners, morals, rules... How're you s'posed to remember all that?"

man i wish i could tell you. . .i've mostly got the morals in order, that's basically just 'don't do harm to others' when you get down to it. laws are about 50% 'don't do things that may endanger you or others' and 50% bullshit. the rest you're kinda on your own with.

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Urgh... My skin's crawling... Moon must be gettin' round soon..."

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"At first I was sad 'cause I got put in a different house to Suba, but all kinds of stuff happens here every day so it was fine."

awww he was sad because he doesn't get to see Subaru as often but he's not bored so it's alright! glad he's comfortable ;u;

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"H-Hey, don't come so close! Somethin' about your scent makes my stomach feel weird!"

WE'RE ONLY ON AFFINITY 5 DUDE YOU CAN'T BE CATCHING FEELINGS THIS EARLY it's probably because he's scared of girls or something lol

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I didn't do anything wrong! Those guys were saying mean stuff about me 'cause they thought I couldn't hear. All I did was yell at them."

I hate how they won't even let Lyca defend himself verbally. . . .

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I don't mind classes. The teachers say cool stuff. Once I learn to read the textbooks and the notes and the blackboard it'll be perfect."

HE'S GONNA BE SUCH A GOOD STUDENT WHEN HE CAN READ???

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"There was this big noise in our practical class and my ears popped out. Everyone ran away screaming. Damn it..."

wow they're cowards if the ears alone scared them. . .how're they supposed to deal with anomalies if that scared them!?

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"This? It's a picture book, duh. How come you don't know that when you're a human? I study with it before bed, everyone does it."

I wonder who made him a picture book of all the things he'd be learning as a first year to study with. . . . . .or maybe it's just a generic picture book lol

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"This blanket's not trash, it's just dirty. I can't sleep without it, so hands off."

he really loves that blanket huh. it must be one of the only things he had from his childhood or from being looked after by neros. . . .

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"What's a "so-shul skill"?  That blond gigolo was talking about them. He said I don't have any. Is that a good thing?"

he's got social skills!! Just. . .not very human social skills!!!

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I'm starving... I wanna eat Sho's food, but I can't order it without Suba... Wait, you can read, right?"

Lyca slowly realizing how many people he knows can actually read and thus can help him with placing orders for delicious foods--

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"That moth-eaten Casanova's in his room all day so I tried to take him for a walk, but he locked his door and ignored me. The hell?!"

LYCA CONTINUES TO SCRATCH AT ED'S DOOR COME FOR WALKIES ED!!!!

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"That stupid blond gigolo ran off with my blanket. I'm not done sleeping yet..."

tbf your blanket is filthy. . .and I get it, it's what you've got and it smells familiar but. . . .

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"I can't get back to sleep... I'm gonna wake up that moth-eaten Casanova for a walk."

lyca is a dog scratching at your bedroom door with his leash in his mouth like 'yes it is time for walkies now rise human'

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"The teacher asked us to name an anomalous plant you can eat but when I did he said humans can't eat it. So what? I can, so I'm not wrong."

I AGREE WITH HIM HE SHOULD NOT GET THAT MARKED WRONG. if you only want a human applicable question say 'humans' not 'you.

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"In the last place I never knew what time it was and I pretty much just slept all day. Now I gotta get used to having a "roo-teen.""

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I'm drawing. If I draw all the good stuff and bad stuff that happened every day I won't forget about it."

if he could write he'd keep a diary but since he can't write he's keeping a picture diary. . .and he's a really good artist according to his character story, so it's probably a pretty faithful recreation of whatever happened that day. i'd love to see his picture diary. . . .

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Huh? The blood on my bed? ...It's nothing. Don't touch my stuff, you're gonna get your smell all over it!"

WHY IS THERE BLOOD IN YOUR BED, BUDDY. ARE YOU OKAY??? IF YOU ATE SOMETHING IN BED THAT'S FINE I JUST DON'T WANT YOU TO BE INJURED. . . .

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"...Did you cry? Your scent is all squeezy. How come?"

smelling you sad makes him sad too so tell him why you're feeling sad and he can make the sad go away?

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"I wanna go to the cafeteria, but the teachers won't give me my pocket money. They said I'll get "spoiled." The hell does that mean?!"

GIVE HIM SOME MONEY SO HE CAN BUY FOOD???? HE NEEDS TO EAT????? HE'S BUSY WITH CLASS SO HE CAN'T GO ON MISSIONS YOU CAN'T JUST STARVE THE BOY????

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"That moth-eaten Casanova told me humans like it if you ignore them sometimes. Something about playing hard to get? I'm gonna try it tomorrow."

I wonder if that has anything to do with Subaru's home screen chat where he wonders why Lyca hasn't messaged him back. . .he's trying to play hard to get because he thinks it'll make Subaru like him more. . . .

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"I'll stay here and be quiet at night, even when the moon's not round. 'Cause you're tired, aren't you? Go sleep."

even if he doesn't have to stay or even if he wants to make lots of noise, he'll stay and be quiet so it's easier for you to fall asleep. He won't be loud and you don't have to worry about him! so sleep tight!

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Sleep here. Huh? Is there a law that says we can't sleep together? There's not, is there? Hurry up and lie down."

it's pretty much innocent. . .he just wants you close by. . .being able to smell you while he sleeps would probably make it easier to fall asleep. . .feel safe and familiar and everything. . . .

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"I'm gonna work hard... I'll gonna work so hard, they're gonna say I can live with humans forever..."

Lyca, despite being a werewolf, is a lot like Kaito in that he just wants to be a normal human. Except he never started as a normal human, so he has a bit further of a distance to go to become one. . .he's not a dog, he doesn't wanna be a pet or an animal or anything like that. He wants to be a person like everyone else. But it's hard when others reject him, and when everyone says they think he's too dangerous even when he hasn't done anything wrong. Other ghouls--other humans--do way worse stuff than he does, and yet he's still held to a higher standard. It's not fair. But he's working as hard as he can to catch up. . . .

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"That blond gigolo tried to wash my blanket! He's never coming in my room again!"

he does not like spring cleaning--

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Lately there's flower smells everywhere, but sometimes there's one that kinda smells like you."

IT'S GONNA BE HILARIOUS IF THE ANOMALY THAT CURSED YOU HAPPENS TO LIVE IN OBSCUARY'S FOREST. . .LIKE YEAH IT'S JUST OUT THERE IT WAS ALWAYS ON CAMPUS IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU WE COULD'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS CURE BEFORE YOU GOT IT.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Harurin kept nagging, so I went to the safari park. Not gonna lie...it was super fun."

I love that Lyca uses the nicknames Rui uses for some people lol and I bet he loved running around Jabberwock!!! All that fresh open air and the wildlife. . .he's a wolf at heart really and truly.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Cherry blossom petals are super fun. They're like, whoosh, then they fall everywhere. I wish our house had some."

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"Urgh... My head...it hurts... This? It's shaved ice. The blond gigolo told me to eat it so I don't get "heat eggs-aw-schun.""

oh buddy you're eating it too fast. . . . . .

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I was just in that moth-eaten Casanova's room and it was so cold I thought it was gonna snow! Is he secretly a yeti?"

okay it was only 63 degrees in there it wasn't THAT cold Lyca.

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"I'm gonna go practice swimming at Harurin's place. Can you do other stuff besides doggy paddle?"

I can't swim at all so. you are miles ahead of me my friend.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"I know I said I always wanted to do sparklers, but... you sure this's okay? I thought we're not s'posed to play with fire!"

canid instincts are kicking in--fire BAD and SCARY and DANGEROUS. ABORT MISSION.

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"I just tried to join in with some guys playing with a ball, but they said I don't know the rules and told me to go away."

THEN TEACH HIM THE RULES god they're such jerks around here.

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Blond Gigolo was makin' this massive fire near the garden just now. It smelled all burnt and sweet... Is that some kinda ritual?"

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"Finished my picture. That Romi guy who comes to the bar all the time said he wanted one, so it's for him."

Romeo does like fine things. This just goes to show how good of an artist Lyca is! I bet Romeo's gonna frame it and put it somewhere people can see lol or maybe just keep it in his room. . .that or he wants to see if he can get him to make a forgery and profit off poor Lyca--

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Moth-eaten Casanova said humans like looking at the moon... D'you get sad if you can't see it?"

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"I'm gonna go play at that big ice castle after class! Huh? 'Cause playing in the snow's fun."

THE FROSTHEIMERS BETTER NOT GIVE HIM TROUBLE LET MY BOY RUN AND ROMP IN THE SNOW!!!!!!!

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Mm, I don't really feel the cold. Humans get warm when they run around too, don't they? Race you over there! "

he is having so much fun in the winter ;;;;; just running around and playing. . . .

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"My fingers have been gettin' all tingly and stiff and my hair's all crunchy! What's up with that? "

maybe playing in the snow a little too much lol--

(between 8pm and 5am)

"How d'you drink hot drinks so quick? They always burn my tongue... Huh? Dogs have sensitive tongues? I'm a wolf, not a dog..."

His birthday: (April 19th)

"Oh right, it's my birthday. Neros told me my mom wrote down the date."

Your birthday:

"It's your birthday, right? No, I only know 'cause that blond gigolo was yelling about it. ...Here's your present."

I bet he drew something really nice or found you something really cool ;3;

New Years: (January 1st)

"Hope you have a happy and prop...props... prosp...prospinous? new year... Damn it, I practiced that for ages..."

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"Oh, thanks. Professor Nicolas said I can't eat chocolate, so I'll give it to Casanova and Gigolo!"

why would you even risk giving him chocolate in the first place lmao. . .also in Japanese he says "I'll share with those two idiots" instead of "casanova and gigolo" lmao

White Day: (March 14th)

"This is for you. I dunno what kinda stuff human girls like, but Suba helped me pick it, so it's prob'ly fine."

Subaru knows girls' tastes is Lyca's logic I guess lmao Subaru is a lil on the femme side comparatively--

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Why's everyone being so mean today?! Telling lies and laughing at me... They're all jerks...!"

please explain the day to him. . .people are mean enough to him as it is. . . .

Halloween: (October 31st)

"My ears and tail are out? I know, I'm doing it on purpose. The moth-eaten Casanova said it's okay today."

THE ONE DAY HE CAN BE HIMSELF IS HALLOWEEN BECAUSE NO ONE WILL THINK ANYTHING OF IT. . .they'll just think it's a cool costume or maybe a fox robe! And he'll get candy for it!!!

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Hey, look! When I got up this present was next to my pillow! Santa really came..."

WHO TAUGHT HIM ABOUT SANTA. . .AND WHY. . .then again Romeo said Santa's reindeer is real so. . .it probably isn't actually harmful to teach him about Santa since Santa's probably somewhat real here. . . .

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"...I'm going for a walk."

(13 affinity and above)

"Hey, you alive? Huh, you're breathing so I guess so."

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"How come you stopped coming? Do you hate me? It made my heart all squeezy, so don't do it again."

oh no sweetie. . .sometimes we just have to take care of things and disappear without wanting to. . .sometimes life gets in the way instead of finding away. . . . . . . .

JUST. . .SWEETEST OF SWEETHEARTS. HE'S SO CHILDISH AND ADORABLE AND SWEET AND GOOD. . .I WILL USE MY TEN SECONDS OF PETTING TIME WISELY. He really does try harder than anyone, he's so determined and I believe in him so much. I want my boy to be happy.

[muffinsin]

Thank you so much for all these great posts. They've been really helping me while my dog is really sick.

I don't know if you've written something like this already, but maybe you could write one where the sisters fall in love with one of the maids from afar but they're afraid to talk to her because she might be scared of them?

Of course! I’m glad you’re enjoying them & I hope your dog will be better soon! :( (give us doggo updates?👀). I’ve mentioned them being worried in a couple of posts, though never fully elaborated I think

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

Bela

She’s had her eye on you for a while already now

Never has she dared approach you

Much less talk to you!

Bela’s a nervous wreck when you do as much as look at her

Having discovered you originally after you cleaned her office, she immediately felt intrigued

Bela is, some might say, a difficult person

When maidens clean her room or office, it’s even more dangerous than with her sisters. This is her private area

And she has a very, very specific order and pattern of placing her things. Pencils must be right where she left them, papers even more so

Often the staff mistakes these things. Pencils she left out, shoes she left out, papers meant to be easily taken are moved back to the stash of papers on her desk

Has she hates it! She feels, she must reorganise her entire room after it’s been cleaned

You don’t make these mistakes, though

You clean, and only clean. You respect her enough to view what seems like clutter to others as precision

Pencils are right where they’re left. Clothing is re-folded, and put right where she left them

This is bound to catch her attention. You stand out

Yet, Bela starts to fall in love long after she’s made you her private maiden, the one appointed to only her and all her needs

For when you clean her bookshelf and put finished books- neatly piled so you won’t move those she wants untouched- back in the shelf. Perfectly organised, of course

It’s as if you understand her

And yet, she’s too scared to face you

Bela feels flustered when she once finds a note next to her pile of unfinished books

Recommendations…

She didn’t think any maid really took to reading. Even knew how to. And much less did she assume anybody would share her taste

But, upon following your recommendations, she finds they’re very good!

She leaves them out subtly, to show you she’s read through each and every one of them

To ask you, without having to face you, for more

And you keep making recommendations

Bela catches herself falling for you, and tests you

Sometimes she leaves slips of papers containing quotes

She falls back on her bed with a large grin when you pass her tests, writing the books they’re from, or promising you will read them

Your handwriting is neat too, she notices

Yet, Bela wonders and adores from afar

She watches you work, and eagerly takes in all you do. She gazes, stares maybe even, but never engages

What if you too, will see her as a monster?

Cassandra

Cassandra is intrigued by you the moment you’re sent to the castle for work

The blacksmith. You’re to make her weapons

She’s thrilled! She goes to visit you immediately, having a full list of what she’d like

But-

She’s almost shrieking at you when she comes inside and almost swarms face first into your muscular back

It’s rare she sees someone with muscles at the castle! Though she knows your work technically demand some

She’s by far more flustered than she’d like to admit, and when you begin turning around, she’s quick to swarm away, leaving only flies and the list falling to the floor

Behind a wall and out of sight, she face palms herself

So much for being menacing…

She admires as you work, even if she never allows you to see her

That’s right, the sadistic little middle child of Alcina Dimitrescu is smitten, laying on one of the wooden foundations of the wall, far above you as she watches you work the furnace

Large muscles glistening with sweat…

Cassandra basks in it all, and the warmth of the furnace

She watches wide eyed as you craft her a sickle and dagger, eyes wide when you add a little bit of something to it

No previous blacksmith has ever dared swat from her exact orders

But- it’s beautiful

A pattern at the grip, a beautiful one resembling her swarm

She nearly falls from her lounging position as she tries to get a closer look, and the thought of falling, halfway swarming and landing in your arms is enough to fluster her already

She scolds herself for being this way. Daniela would act like this, not her!

But, she just can’t help it around you. She feels by far too careless and by far sweeter than she is

Then, you start gifting her things

She finds random, little things of metal crafted to her- things she has not commissions

Things that make her stony heart melt

You craft her beautiful daggers with a gemstone as gold as her choker’s gemstone at the bottom

And, something particular that makes her breath hitch

A silver platter, with silver, bronze and copper hearts, beautifully crafted just for her

Not the cliché, sweet hearts. Realistic ones. With a dark metal serving as blood at the top

She swoons at the sight

And still, she can’t bring herself to talk to you for a second reason:

What if you’re scared of her?

While she feels like a flustered maiden merely watching you, this is a harsh contrast to her behaviour around everybody else

She knows her reputation

A monster

The sadistic one, it’s best to stay out of sight

The mistress of torture

She knows, these things are all right. And she’s proud of these titles, of the fear she strikes in all but her family

Yet, she can’t help but feel worried you also see her as such

What if the little gifts and addition you make her are nothing but a way, an attempt, to stay on her good side and alive?

What if you too are trying to save yourself from her clutches?

Daniela

Our sweet Daniela, delusional and naive, yet so fast to fall in love

Or what she calls love, at least

She’s been watching you, love evident in her eyes as she dreamily watches you from her window

You’re the gardener, watering the flowers she loves so much. Oh, she wishes she could go outside and pick some!

But the cold temperature suggests otherwise, and locks her inside the warmth of the castle

Oh, but she watches, head held up and resting against her palms, a dreamy expression on her face as she watches you tend to the plants and hedges growing in winter

White and purple flowers on the ground

You’re wrapped into many layers to keep warm, and she wishes she could merely copy you

Daniela watches every day, sighing dreamily and smiling lovingly as you tend to it all

Her cheeks warm when you look up, yet she knows she is too far up and in the distance for you to make her figure out at the window

What she doesn’t mind is, however, that you are very capable of seeing her when she does not glance at you from her room, high above the ground in the castle’s tower, but from the library

You feel the youngest Dimitrescu daughter stare at the back of your head when you work, and you can’t help but feel flustered

She’s very…adamant on watching you

She stares every day

Oh, and she admires every day

And sometimes, sweet Daniela gets so lost in her daydreams, she doesn’t even notice you look back at her and catch her staring

She blushes wild pink when she, one day, wakes up to flowers set outside her door

The white and light pink ones from the garden, with two purple ones in the bouquet!

She falls even more for you,

Each day she receives another flower, and each day she folds them into a beautiful flower crown

Daniela is sad when they die- she wishes she could just go outside

And her sadness is apparent when she plays with the dead flower petals between her petite hands, sitting once again at her seat at the window of the library

You understand the Lady’s sadness, and Daniela finds herself grinning again when instead of flowers, you bring her a slip of paper folded like a flower each day

You get her!

She yearns to feel your touch. A knight to her, the princess

Yet, she fears- what if she is not the princess, but the monster? And her knight?

What if you are not hers, but a knight sent to slay the beast that is her?

[hussyknee]

Posted to Reddit midnight last night at 1am:

3am: Facebook post on local help page.

(amount in LKR. I am very poor and unemployed and live with my mother, who is Satan.)

OIC = Officer In Charge

Bindu = Family doggo. Usually a gentle lad who's all bark, but an entire brigade of strange burly men in gear chasing him (as he felt) all the way to his safe spot was too much.

Passa pattha = backside

Mau didn't come when I fed the kits their breakfast before I crashed, and was still nowhere to be seen when I woke up at 1pm in time for their lunch. Had to hobble around the street calling his name for ten minutes before he came barrelling from god knows where, muddy and filthy. Had to wash and scrub him thoroughly. He's always 80% nerves and hyperactivity, but he's really dialed up today so I ended up getting scratched all over.

I discovered I may have been unfair to him. He's absolutely an overdramatic ninny, but I noticed his nails were quite long. He has six scratch baskets and escapes outside more than the other two but all that's done is give him needle claws apparently. He probably couldn't get as good a purchase on the slippery roof sheets as his brother and sister. My poor baby. They're all completely fine though.

I am not. I feel like my arms and legs are about to fall off. I wish they would. My knees are throbbing like they're arthritic again.

Heading off questions:

Why didn't you call the fire brigade in the first place? Because I've been confined by disability and abused by various people my entire adult life and the only people who have ever helped me with my rescues have been kind strangers. Also the emergency helplines in this country are useless. I once called 119 because I thought I was having a heart attack and was told this was the police line and had to call the ambulance one separately. They then called two hours later asking if I still needed the police. The fire brigade was the most positive interaction I've yet had with a state service, and even they usually only respond to pet rescues when it looks like the animal's life is in danger.

How are you poor when you have a three storey house with a maid and driver? My mother has a three storey house with a maid and driver, on account of having made good money for 45 years. We're poor because she saved none of it for retirement. This is South Asia, middle class poverty is when you don't know if you can pay the electric before it's cut off but still have a maid there's always someone poorer than you who needs to eat. It's all very Little Women. The three storey house is a white elephant financial hole that isn't a South Asian thing but a "my mother is a deranged spendthrift" thing. I live in a gothic novel.

Why don't you keep your cats inside? Because we live in a house that's half verandahs and balconies in the tropics and we can't keep it shut on all sides without killing everyone inside it. And, like I said, nobody will lift a finger to help and trying to make any modifications makes my mother scream like a demon from the depths of Gehenna. Of the four other adults in this house, the only one I could get to help me with Mau was the old driver.

How did you get up to look over the wall before the driver brought the ladder up? I got on a chair and climbed onto a ledge off the side, rising on my tip toes and clinging to the wall for dear life. While trying to wrangle a broom on a line and calling and coaxing. For hours. I have balance issues and can barely change a light bulb without help. Was too exhausted to be scared around hour three.

You're being kind of mean to Mau. You'd be terrified too. Yes, but I am not a cat. A cat being scared of heights feels a bit like letting your species down on an existential level. Also I never so much as wanted to yell at the little fucker, sang him lullabies until the firemen arrived, and spent a total of eight hours on my feet until they got him down. I'm still not mad at any of them even when I rue the day some liar told me cats were easier than dogs.

Anyway, all's well in Mau-land.

For now.

[moonspirit]

Au where Trost didn't happen and no one realised Eren is a titan, so Aruani happens while they're in different departments

The squad coming from a Scout mission and being scared shitless by Annie hanging on the windowsill like batman.

Armin " let me shower" and Annie just dragging him into the bathroom and locking the door

Hitch talking a big game, but SHE never brought a date into the room. She's mad at Annie, and would be more mad, but she actually likes Armin ( he usually brings breakfast/ desert and helped her write a very corporate approved fuck you letter to a suitor, so atp, HE can stay but Annie is on thin ice)

Eren being somwhow oblivious to it all, and it's not even that Armin is hiding, it's just that Eren never asked

Hahaha xD This would be your classic steamy office romance, except it's military departments!

Ordinarily there's strict protocol as far as entry into Scout and MP areas are concerned, one cannot simply waltz into the other without a a valid reason in writing. But guess which two people CAN? When Annie shows up on a random sunny day wearing the most fake disinterested face and asks for Armin, you have Armin bounding over from a mile away like a golden retriever doggo, going "Aaaaannie!" And because he's so trustworthy and diligent and proper and wouldn't-commit-a-single-mistake-in-his-life, the higher ups just- let Annie go with him because surely, he'll take care she doesn't escape with all their confidential info right? Right?

(well, right, sorta, because Annie did go there to find out the Scouts' very secret mission plans but she gets sidetracked into making out in the storage-room for 3 hours).

As for Armin, he's always very nervous and shy going to visit Annie in the MP headquarters. The people there are imbeciles, often poking fun at him for being a Scout, gloating about their own comfortable, danger-free lives and generally being assholes. It's hard at first, he barely can ask for Annie at the inquiry desk, and a few guys even snicker, saying "You? Want to see Annie? Man, you're going to be eaten alive if she even comes haha!" But GUESS WHO'S THE WINNER heh. Annie DOES come. With a withering glare for everyone in the vicinity exCEPT Armin. And as time passes, nobody makes fun of him anymore. They give his horse way, they allow him to walk in peacefully, they even offer him tea! Move over fake-ass royals in wall Sina, the Arlert boy is the real KING.

(and once inside the MP headquarters, you know, Aruani spend some really nice quality time on... very nice beds...)

Hitch is very annoyed with everything. Yes she cuts Armin some slack but the whole thing pisses her off. Lots of really nice guys and girls in the Scouts too but how come SHE doesn't get a free pass to walk in there huh? Just her bad luck that Aruani are cringe-ass lovebirds... she punishes Annie by giving her extremely bad and wrong NSFW ideas (but that backfires horribly cuz it turns out Armin just adores when Annie carries them out and fails at them... adorably), and she punishes Armin by overloading him with her own MP reports (but that too, backfires horribly because he ENJOYS writing! The nerve! What a loser! and he gives her a big bright "hehe" smile too cuz she's "Annie's friend <3).

JFC.

[sarucane]

OMFD Spiral Parallels 18: Izzy's Interventions

Intro: What I love most about how season 2 builds on season 1 of OFMD is the spiral narrative structure. Ground is repeatedly and explicitly re-trod from season 1 to season 2, but in season 2 everything goes deeper than season 1. Meanings are shuffled, emotions are stronger and truer, and transformation is showcased above everything. The first season plucks certain notes, then the second season plucks the same ones--but louder, and then it weaves them together to create a symphony.

---

We get two interventions on this show, one in each season. The first intervention is because a relationship is too loving, and the second is because a relationship is too toxic. As the damaged people who became pirates heal and grow, they are more able to make authentic choices, accept themselves and others, and act like real people instead of wooden pirate puppets.

These interventions both center on our latecomers, Ed and his crew. People who've never been able to "talk it through," who've been feeding each other's darkness for years.

When Izzy leads an intervention against Ed, there's an implicit threat. Ed is failing to live up to the social contract they've all agreed to. He's being nice, he's caring about other people. It's oppositional, not supportive. Ed's going in the wrong direction, and he needs to turn around. He's not doing what he said he was,

When the crew intervene with Izzy, they're surrounding him--but not in an "ambush" way. In a way that shows support.

In the first intervention, Izzy tells Ed that "Me and the boys, we think you've begun to view Bonnet as a sort of a pet." They're pushing him down, not pulling him up. They're diminishing his feelings, not affirming them. They want him to stop changing and revert to his past self, follow his old rules.

When the crew talk to Izzy, they use mental health language. "We think you're in an unhealthy relationship with Blackbeard" and "It all seems pretty toxic to me."

And then there's the resolutions. The person who breaks down and cries in the first intervention is Fang, who's meant to be there to help insist on Ed killing Stede. With the way Ivan's glaring at Ed, it's honestly not all that clear what his and Fang's goal here is beyond a kind of revenge.

Behind Izzy, Fang is actually demonstrating 1) the real emotionally damaging situation was how Ed acted in the past, not how he's acting now and 2) losing Stede won't actually make him revert to Blackbeard. Fang's still "weak," still loves his poor lost doggo. In fact, he's weaker now for being heartbroken, which neatly foreshadows both how Ed's attempt to kill Stede actually ends up, and what a mess Ed ends up being (both when he's singing and when he tries to switch back to being the kraken) after Stede breaks his heart. This intervention is fundamentally pointless and doomed from the start, one way or another.

In season 2 Izzy, the actual subject of the intervention, is the one who breaks down. And he doesn't cry because the interveners are wrong, like Fang did. He cries because they're right, and he's trapped and scared.

Both Ed and Izzy bow to the pressure of the intervention. But when Ed does it, he gets further away from what he feels, who he cares about. He comes very close to going through with killing Stede.

But when Izzy's embraced by the crew, his long-repressed emotions can finally come spilling out. He can go forward, not backward.

[stefsimz]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

thank you @windslar for tagging me! <3 here's 20 questions to get to know better one of my OCs; Edward

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Ed is scared of bugs with wings, I mean..they're pretty unpredictable.

Do they have any pet peeves? Loud.chewing. Yikes!

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? His notebook full of random notes he makes throught the day, sleeping pills for his insomnia, and his phone.

What do they notice first in a person? Ed is always looking in people's eyes. Can be kinda awkward sometimes.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? I would say Ed is pretty good with pain, so about 7!

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? As he's in the police officer/detective career, he gets confrontational under pressure, no flight for him.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? He has one older sister, but he's probably closer with his parents, especially his mom who calls him literally everyday. He's always been a family guy and he's super proud to have one of his own now :')

What animal represents them best? He's a total St. Bernard doggo. Kind and dedicated!

What is a smell that they dislike? He can't stand the hospital/disinfection cleaners smell, it makes him anxious.

Have they broken any bones? Nope!

How would a stranger likely describe them? Handsome cop, duh.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Since he's been living with insomnia for a couple years now, he often stays up at night, he kinda got used to it by now.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Ed is a big pastry fan, literally any pastry he will devour. He doesn't really like soy based food.

Do they have any hobbies? He's pretty sporty - loves to play basketball, run and swim. Besides that, he likes to journal.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He would obviously be grateful and appreciate the effort, but he's not really big on being the center of attention.

Do they like to wear jewelry? Not anything besides his wedding ring.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? He has quiteee a messy handwriting.

What are two emotions they feel the most? Calmness and gratitude for sure!

Do they have a favorite fabric? Jo will always thirft the best linen shirts for him, linen all the way.

What kind of accent do they have? He spent his whole life in Newcrest, which in my TS4 realm would be kind of like the New Orleans suburbs (Willow Creek being based on New Orleans) - as his parents were both born and raised in Willow Creek and moved to Newcrest once they got married, the whole family has quite a strong New Orleans accent on them.

Tagging @softsimulation @retrotrait @kitkat4sims @simssong and anyone who likes to do the tag, pls feel tagged by me!

[zerosuitsammi3]

Tag game thing

Thank you for tagging me @vuutarros :333 *muah* love you

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?:

No, I kinda just got stuck with this name. I did want something that kept my initials the same. But Samantha came from a time where dysphoria was hitting hard and I was still deep in the closet, but out to a trusted few. I asked them to call me Sam knowing to me that it felt better than my dead name but it was gender neutral so that I wouldn't out myself. Either way it stuck pretty goddamned hard and now here I am as Samantha Anna. Had events in my life transpired differently, I'd probably gone with a more fun name.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?:

I literally cried watching the fucking Sonic the Hedgehog movie yesterday for absolutely no reason. I cry a lot ... *facepalm*

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?:

Ahahaha... no... and I don't really want any... and even if I eventually change my mind on that I'll have to adopt, I do not produce the genetic material required for breeding

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/ HAVE YOU PLAYED?:

I did Tae Kwon Do from like the age of 5 until like 17 wish I would've kept doing it. I was in such good shape then and could rock someone's dome with a kick even when they were quite a bit taller than me. I also played Rugby in high school, I originally played scrumhalf, then wing, and finally found my fitting role as hooker. (Yes Rugby has a position called hooker 🤣🤣🤣)

DO YOU USE SARCASM?:

No. Never. I have never been sarcastic in my entire life. Not one single time. None. 😉

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?:

Uhm that's tough, I don't think I notice one particular thing first about people. I just notice something that stands out. Like if someone has really pretty hair I'll notice that or a cool outfit or something.

ANY TALENTS?:

I do a heckin' cook :3 ask @its-brit-bruh she'll you that I can food

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS:

Both??? Unless like it's a really fucking good scary movie. Most scary movies don't scare me at all and then I end up thinking they're dumb but when one actually scares me unnnfffffff that's good shit

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR?:

Hazel around the pupil, blue around the Hazel, gray-blue near the white. My eyes are ridiculous to describe

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?:

In Missouri 😑😑😑

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?:

Dungeons and Dragons, Video Games, watch the TV's with the @its-brit-bruh, food cookings, restaurant exploration, finding and shopping at unique international grocery stores

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?:

@its-brit-bruh and I have our kitty, Soup. And our boofy doggo, Ivy.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?:

I'm kinda little. I'm only like 5'5"

FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?:

History but that's probably only because I had a really fantastic history teacher.

DREAM JOB?:

Uhm yeah my dream job would be to actually get paid for all this silly nonsense I do on social media.

I'm going to tag @its-brit-bruh @coelii @maidenofmadness @ladyvalfina @myfriendgoo94 @mothgoblin @dustsculptures anyone else who sees it and wants to fill it out and tag me so I can read about chw

[tag-if]

Petting the doggos is very cute until mc is scared of dogs 😔 How would the RO's react to seeing MC scared of dogs then? Especially A.B and T.B since they're the one who have them

(I also want to say that I really like the concept and the demo and I'm really excited to see what come next and ofc take good care of yourself and I hope you can enjoy that trip as much as you want!!)

AWW you guys are so sweet i swear

if MC was scared of dogs, i think the response would be universal; they would do their very best to keep the dogs away from MC

of course it isn't possible to do it All the time, that's an unreasonable ask and any MC to request as such would likely earn the cold shoulder from most characters, however where possible MC simply wouldn't see them

they're well trained, and extremely friendly, so if MC ever decided they wanted to try and meet them one at a time, the ROs would be happy to help with that as well; it's whatever they're comfortable with

[franki-lew-yo]

Dog feelings

It's funny to me just how everyone's personal bad experience with dog breeds clouds their judgement so much on dogs - rationally and irrationally.

When I was little there was a MEAN and scary German Shepherd who'd bark through a fence at me. It started my fear of those dogs, but my lasting fear came from seeing images of the civil rights movement and police brutality. (H1tler having an affinity for them didn't help). Like,OF COURSE- German Shepherds aren't inherently evil. I've met some wonderful and sweet German Shepherds in my life and I'm sure the German Shepherds in your life were good wholesome doggos - I'm still afraid of them.

I guess I'm lucky that I've never been at the business end of a 'fighting' or 'working' dog breed that wants to hurt me. I know not to treat pitbulls like puppies ftr, no one should. They're strong. I guess my opinion of ''mean dogs'' (so says talking dog media I consumed as a kid) was put in place by my aunt's rottweilers. One of them, Indie, was so kind and docile I hung out with him as a tiny baby. The one they got after, Luke, did hurt my aunt in a way that required stitches, but it was by accident. My aunt and uncle taught me how to raise your voice high and let an animal that's bigger than you and doesn't want to hurt you, which Luke was, know that it is hurting. Luke wanted to play and be an eternal puppy but what was scary about him, and I presume some pitbulls are like this as well, is he didn't KNOW his own strength. There's something so different between the fear of an animal that you know wants to hurt you vs one that could hurt you if you both aren't careful. When you're a kid who doesn't know how to be safe yourself, you and the animal BOTH have to be taught this lesson.

Which brings me to the dog breed I'm the most cautious around even though there's so many examples of good doggos out there: labs.

My mom and us had a neighbor around 7 years ago. They later got a hound-mix named Bernie, but their first dog they really should have had or could take care of was a lab named Basil. Basil was mostly just annoying- she'd get out of her yard and chase the neighbor cats, dig up other yards, try and hunt our neighbor's chickens. Ginger (rip) and later Shelby obv didn't like her but so did most dogs in the neighborhood. Basil would also kind of like Luke in that she'd run into your crotch nose-first and slobber on you like she was still a puppy and not a grown dog, which was intimidating but some people found it cute because she was a lab. Then, one Halloween morning when my sister and I were carving pumpkins in the open garage - we looked up to see Basil - out of her yard again - baring her teeth at us and growling. It was terrifying. Ginger was somewhere in the front yard and was distracted so we had no way of knowing she was even there until she just was THERE. Worse still- Basil didn't move or stop baring her teeth until Laura and I put down the carving knives we were using on our pumpkins. Then the returned to wagging her tail and tearing up our yard. From then on though, she both bareled in and smelled us but ALSO would bare her teeth at us.

I know how unbelievable that sounds. I have no idea if Basil recognized knives for being a thing that can hurt you . I HOPE she didn't actually recognize what it was for. Excitable dogs like her can mistake any longish-thing in your hand for either a toy or a thing to whap them with. But even without that-she was terrifying. She scared me. Another blond lab on our street also would try and maul Shelby and other little dogs if she got too close.

Just like how Pitbulls, German Shepherds and Doberman's are bread to bite and can, people forget that Labrador Retrievers are retrievers. They're hunting dogs. They're active and can do damage, for all their cuteness. Any dog can be a good dog, but every dog has to be trained to behave. When you have big dogs take care of them right in every sense of the word.

[viciouslyfilthy]

Character Info Sheet

Name: Rotgut

Name meaning: literally just means putrified intestines. Shocker I know /j

Alias(es)/nicknames: La Tripa Podrida (basically his name's meaning but in spanish), Gut, Lust, the roach, little old man, The Thing below Barcelona (by spanish news articles), the cockroach man 'el hombre cucaracha' (by spanish news articles again).

Etchnicity: arab, european hispanic (Iberian Peninsula).

One picture you like best of your character:

Sorry y'all I'm gonna have to break the rules here because I can't just choose ONE picture I like best😔 here we go:

[First (1) image of Rotgut smiling mischievously is not the mun's art; it is a part of an art trade with the artist @crazy-eyed-doggo on Instagram ; second (2) image of Rotgut has been drawn in an exaggerated cartoonish style to re-imagine what the character would look like if he were a villain in shows like Powerpuff Girls/Billy&Mandy ; third (3) image of Rotgut is directly referencing this meme video. Translation: "and in return, you sign your ass, over to me." ; fourth (4) is a video of Rotgut introducing himself, with two drawings put together featuring his voiceclaim.]

Three h/cs you've never told anyone:

Rotgut enjoys crossdressing! He's curious to experiment with his own gender sometimes, either that or he just wants to feel pretty in a different look. (It's one of those rare cases where he will shower and clean himself up NOT because he's expecting to get laid lol)

Rotgut has collected a good amount of objects and trinkets during his 800 years of life. From old coins that you'd find displayed in a museum today; to ancient books (diaries or bibles), jewelry and clothes.

Sometimes he will go on for so long being unclean (we're talking decades) that actual fungi will start to grow on his body/clothes, specifically stinkhorn mushrooms.

Three things your character likes doing in their free time:

Sex and reading porn aside (to the surprise of absolutely nobody) Gut enjoys watching soap operas and reading classic tragic romance books. (William Shakespeare would be his favourite author in this case)

Playing with marbles. Always brings a bag with him if he's going on a trip!!

Try new recipes while cooking. He likes to expand/improve his cuisine. Sometimes asks Cornelius for guidance or tips.

Eight people your character likes/loves:

His kids, all 30 of them but for the sake of this dash game we will assume that counts as one <3

Himself ofc.

August. (his plague bestie!!)

Edgar the Bug (Men in Black)

Jeremiah.

Taryn.

Cornelius/Versy.

Captain Josep Frascona.

Two things your character regrets:

(During moments of self-awareness) he regrets the person he's become now. He knows his behaviour is unlikeable and indecent, because of this ofc most everyone around him hates him or is scared of him- which leads him to not being able to bring his kids out in public (or alternatively, he gives them a bad reputation when they become adults because of who they're related to) because he's scared they might get hurt as a result of people who hate him; he knows it's his fault for this outcome, but he hates everyone around him (that aren't his children) and just refuses to let go. He resents humanity for how much he has been pushed around, mocked and hurt physically in the past for just existing. He doesn't think anyone is worthy of recieving genuine kindness because deep down they're all just as disgusting as he is. This leads to ego and self-importance that makes him feel superior to others because he's not scared of showing just how revolting one can be + he's not human anymore + he's immortal + he can control/speak to hoards of cockroaches.

He also regrets having placed his distaste for humanity so high he's passed it down on his first generation of children. For the most part, this has caused a few of his children to distance themselves from him, like for example Judith and Kolvenik, which hurt him deeply. Kolvenik flat out blames his father and his hatred for humanity as to why he's developed his genetic disorder that has caused him to permanently shed off his human disguise as he got older (which is completely incorrect just to clarify; how Rotgut feels towards mankind has nothing to do with Kolvenik's genetic issue, he just hates and resents his father mostly as a form of projecting his own self-hatred living as a humanoid bug monster that can't have a human form).

Rotgut tries to better himself non-stop when it comes to raising his newest kids, because he wants to see them be happy and make friends and connections, be likeable and be liked by others regardless of what species they are, unlike him. This makes him a bit hypocritical since when he's on his own, he openly goes back to his old ways & antics- with his kids however he just kind of puts on a mask.

Two phobias your character has:

Philophobia -> fear of genuinely falling in love.

Athazagoraphobia -> fear of being forgotten by loved ones/forgetting someone important to him.

Tagged by: @frostcorpsclub

Tagging: ALLLLLL of you👈🤨

[the-mist-striders]

Episode 2: Well We're Boned.

The party ascends to the next floor, which feels strange and counterproductive since they're looking for the basement but -hey- they don't have a choice.

The next floor has a study,  

In this study Amahlia finds a book that claims to detail her life.

#this is normal

Amahlia skips to the end and it details Amahlia reading this very book, unknowing of the entity that watches her, with an illustration of herself from behind.

Normal people would find this intimidating, however the siblings Fauna and Lucerian start to roast the unknown entity’s shitty artwork. 

The shadow entity came here for spooks and now just feels attacked.

Kai taps at the book shelves and walls until she finds an indication of a secret room. She requests Cinderell’s assistance in finding the switch. 

They find a chest which contains the skeleton of a person who set off a trap. 

Kai doesn't trust anything. But Cinderell does, so he goes to the chest and looks at what's inside.

There's a deed to the manor and for a windmill.

#congrats on your homeownership

There is also a book of bogus rituals that have no chance of actually being effective, along with a note from a mysterious Count Strahd that basically says “Your rituals aint shit. Die.” (Direct Quote)

Meanwhile Fauna finds a key, no idea what it goes to yet though.

Go to the next room. 

Kai tries to tap the wall outside of it to see what I detect on the other side via vibrations

Nat1

Staff just fucking goes threw the wall

Anyway she can now hear a puppy

In an attempt to stop Fauna from diving in after it Lucerian and Cinderell try to stop her. They fail and end up hugging by accident

#bromance

The party now has a small doggo. The tag says its name is Lancelot.

All is good.

The suits of armor on this floor are being stabbed by Amahlia

Next floor

Suit of armor comes alive and tries to remove Cinderell from the census by shoving him off the balcony and down the staircase

Cinderell gracefully dodges, knight is frozen in place probably embarrassed by its failure

#living suit of armor? No am just a statue

Oh and the house now is done playing pretend and is now showing its true colors

This happens after the knight tries to put Cinderell on a shirt

Lights are out

#oh no the horror - Kai probably

The wallpaper is all starving people and wolves

Cobwebs galore

The house that once pretended to be normal with normal signs of life now looks like it hasn’t seen an occupant in a long time.

The children who were following the party also turned to dust, leading Amahlia to scream “I FUCKING TOLD YOU WE COULDN’T TRUST THOSE KIDS”

Fauna, despite being an elf with dark vision, is scared of the dark, so Cinderell creates a makeshift lantern.

We head into what looks like a master bedroom.

We find a ghost maid in a bedroom that can only say "don't wake the baby"

In the other room is a rocking bassinet

#yeah no we ain't going in there

The ghost is also looping, like a hologram replaying over and over their final moments of “Don't wake the baby” followed by what looks like her being stabbed in the back.

Turns out the father had an affair with the maid and had a bastard child, his wife wasn’t happy about that and eventually killed a bitch.

Meanwhile Amalia is assaulted by a broom handle in the closet nearby

Handle to the face

She breaks the broom

We find the corpse of the father hanging in the other master bedroom 

Suicide note says 

"Hey kids. We fucked up by doing rituals. Sorry you are in this mess now. Love ya Bye"

Not an actual quote

Buut this is where everyone in the squad at this point knows there's a blood cult going on here, likely it was in an attempt to make the land fertile again..

So to recap, the kids that led the party inside the death house are actually not kids, and there was a blood cult here that was so bad at being a blood cult that the guy they were doing the rituals for told them to eat shit and die.

The current victims being a blind woman who suspiciously knows what people are thinking, a moon elf who is afraid of the dark with a pet bat that can’t fly, an angry mysterious sun elf, a paladin, and a crazy lady. 

How could it ever get worse.

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OMG OMG OMG this was so cute! 🥹 I absolutely love that Clover owns a little bakery/cafe/bookshop and she makes puppuccinos for the dogs when they come to visit her. And how these big towering men straight up fold when she gets stern with them for not bringing the dogs into the shop, like Steve's dynamic with her is giving younger brother that physically outgrew his older sister but is always gonna be a touch scared of her and never wants to see her upset, it's the most darling thing 💖🫠

And the way that his dog's the one called Cap? Absolutely genius. I love it I love it.

But now let's move on to Bucky because holy shit this friends to lovers take is absolutely adorable I straight up melted.

“I left them in the truck because I needed a damn minute of silence, and Iwantedyoutomyselfforaminute…” The last part was a rushed mumble, and you blinked.

CONFESS, BARNES. CONFESS 🥹🫠

And the bit where he rested her head on his thigh? And stroked her face?? They're so domestic and cute I needed to take a minute just to squeal from the fluff.

Then they have a picnic with the doggos and he's an adorable flustered mess because he's trying to ask her to be his girlfriend and she's all kinds of nervous because part of her's convinced that he's about to tell her that he's met someone and he needs help courting this someone and it's such an amazing building of the tension until he finally gets to ask if she wants to be his and it's so perfect

I'm a complete sucker for the best friends to lovers trope and this delivered on a shiny golden platter I love it so much 💖🫡

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Pairing დ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count დ 3.3k Event დ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse | Ｃ１ - Lumberjack AU Warnings დ Swearing, pet names, oblivious idiots and best friends to lovers, small amount of angst, copious amounts of fluff (literally and figuratively) Author's Note დ You all know me by now, so this shouldn't be a surprise.

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The return of your best friend was something that made your heart flutter and beat to the rhythm of his words, but there he was, framed before you like the mountain peaks of your small town, and he had a secret – a secret that would change everything.

The air was crisp with freshly fallen snow, and the mountain peaks in the backdrop of your small town were dusted with a coat of white – a picturesque view for the drive to work, with the heaters of your truck on full blast, of course. 

Music played quietly over the speakers as you hummed along, content and happy for the opportunistic day. Business had been booming. Your shop had turned into quite the hive of activity in the past few weeks from the season change – spring was on the way, and with it, came endless possibilities. 

It also meant that James would be setting out to start work for the busiest period of the year, given the blistering winter that had hammered your small town left the woods treacherous and dangerous, even for a man of his skill and wit. 

A lumberjack’s work was never easy.

Your shop – a perfect mix of a bakery, cafe, and bookstore – came into view as you turned the corner, the snow tires of your old truck crunching over the road. The sun was only just peeking over the horizon so the warm tones of the wood frames of the outside looked bleak. “Need to get some hardy vines…” you mumbled, pulling into your parking space. 

“Morning, babe,” a voice called. You looked up from your keys to find Wanda – the town’s florist, and your best friend. 

“Hey, you,” you returned, smiling happily. The click of the door lock sounded and you looked down to check it. “I can’t wait for this chill to be gone. How’re you?”

Wanda chuckled. “Same old, same old.” 

There was a sly smirk on her lips when you glanced up again, and you narrowed your eyes. “What are you planning? I know that look.”

“Bucky is coming into town today, or so, the rumours say…”

“Oh my god,” you grumbled. “Not again. Yes, I know. And I am looking forward to seeing him.”

“Maybe you could–?”

You sighed heavily, knowing all too well what she was implying – having fallen head over heels for the mountain of a brooding bear that was your best friend. “No, Wands. I don’t want to lose what I have all because I can’t get my head outta the clouds, you know that. Besides, I am also looking forward to seeing my babies, Koda and Sarge.”

Wanda hummed happily. “I do miss those balls of fluff. You make sure you give them kisses from me, alright?”

“Oh, I will. Have a good day, babe.” You waved goodbye as Wanda turned to walk down the street to her shop. 

The lights flicked on and your little slice of heaven came to life. Warm lights blazed over the earthy tones of browns and greens spread over the interior – golden spines of books shone, and the reflection of light on the glass display made you feel at home. Even though it had only been a few hours since you were last in your shop, coming back to it was like a tight, comforting hug. 

“Let’s get this day started, huh?” You said happily, taking off your coat and switching on the heater, all the while walking towards the counter. 

An hour later, the shop was filled with the smell of freshly baking bread, and the sweet smell of breakfast pastries. Coffee was brewing and the morning rush had just started – and your first customer? Steve, Bucky’s best friend. 

“Hey, love,” Steve greeted, his hair packed under a dark blue beanie while his broad chest was covered in red plaid. His smile was contagious and unusually bright, and you couldn’t help but beam back at the bearded lumberjack. “How’ve you been? Keepin’ warm?”

“Stevie,” you breathed, rounding the corner of the counter to pull him into a tight embrace. “I have been great, keeping busy.” Pulling back, you moved back behind the counter and began the process of making his usual order. “How about you? How is Cap?”

“Causin’ trouble as always,” Steve said fondly, shaking his head. “The ball of fluff is in my truck, waitin’ ever impatiently for his puppacino.”

“Wait.” You paused in making Steve’s order to stare at him incredulously. “You brought my boy all the way here, and yet, you’re making him wait in the car.” The look on Steve’s face bled sheepishness, a sharp contrast to his goofy nature, but you didn’t let up. “Steven Grant–you get out that door and you bring that good boy into my shop.”

If Steve had a tail, it would have been pulled between his legs as he slunk out the door to his truck. Not even a moment later, the barking of an over-excited Cap could be heard over Steve’s yell of, “Easy, boy! Down!” 

The door of your shop swung open, and a giant ball of fur bounded your way, tongue lolling, and black and white coat moving with his powerful muscles. “Cap!” you yelled, falling to your knees to greet the Malamute. “Hey, boy! Oh my gosh, look atchu!”

“It’s like you didn’t see him the other damn day,” Steve said, a ghost of a laugh in his words. “Drama queens, the pair a’you.”

“Don’t you dare insult my boy, Rogers,” you huffed, squishing Cap’s cheeks. The Malamute only opened his mouth in what could be perceived as one big smile. “He is precious, and for that, he is getting an extra treat.”

After sending Steve and Cap on their way, the morning rush began in earnest as the sun rose in the sky – casting yellow rays through the big windows that lined the front of your shop. People flocked to and fro on the sidewalk outside, stopping in for a steaming hot beverage or a sweet treat, and you felt at ease, falling into routine like a well oiled machine. 

It was only when it hit nine o’clock did the hustle and bustle pass, and you worked at a more sedate pace. The display case of baked treats was considerably much emptier than when you opened for the day, and you grabbed two trays full of cookies to restock for the imminent lunch rush, when the bell sounded at the door.

You smiled and turned to greet the customer, only to freeze; the air in your lungs evaporating into nothing at the sight silhouetted by the sun. 

“James,” you rushed, eyes wide, and smile even wider. “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

The mountain that was your best friend stood in the doorway, a small smile on his full lips as he looked at you with such softness it turned your legs to jelly. His big boots were covered by black jeans that hugged his thighs, a dark blue and black plaid jacket stretched over his wide shoulders, and his long hair fell down in a swoop under his upturned collar. 

Bucky opened his arms wide. “Hey, darlin’,” he said, tone gravelly and eyes bright. “Need my Clover to come an’ gimme a hug.”

The trays lay abandoned on the display, and you ran to Bucky, giggling all the way and colliding with his chest. “Oof!” He grunted, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and lower back. “Fuck, it’s good to see you, sweetheart. How have you been, huh?”

“Good, good! It’s been so lonely without you here!” you gushed, pulling back to look at him. He had a dark shadow of a beard on his jaw, and his smile framed his handsome face perfectly. “How was the scouting? How are you?”

Bucky gave you one last squeeze and threw an arm over your shoulder, walking you to a couch in the reading nook in the back corner. “It was boring, as usual–should be ready to start this logging season. And I’m good, Sarge and Koda missed you, too. Almost as much as I did.”

“Oh, my babies,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his middle so you could squeeze him tightly. “Alright, sit down and I’ll knock somethin’ together for you.”

“You betcha,” Bucky said. The couch creaked under him and he groaned loudly. “Fuck, this couch is my favourite fuckin’ thing–”

“I thought I was,” you interrupted, pouting at him. Bucky laughed. 

The hiss of the coffee machine filled the comfortable silence, when you realised something. “Wait, where are my babies, James?” Bucky froze on the couch, and eyed you apprehensively – the action made you put your hands on your hips and stare at him pointedly. “Where are my babies?” you asked again.

“I left them in the truck because I needed a damn minute of silence, and Iwantedyoutomyselfforaminute…” The last part was a rushed mumble, and you blinked.

“Wait, what?”

“Nothin’,” Bucky hastily said, and he stood from the couch. Another loud groan left his lips as he stretched – if you stared while his eyes were closed, that was your business. “I’ll go get ‘em.”

“Good, you do that, mister,” you huffed. “Coming in here without my babies. No wonder why you and Stevie are best friends.”

The comment made a loud howl of laughter to leave Bucky as he opened the door, and walked out. You shook your head fondly and made a round of two puppuccinos – extra large. 

“Sarge, heel. Good boy–no, Koda, baby, ah, fuck it,” Bucky rambled from just outside the shop, and you watched through the window as two giant balls of fur ran around his legs, bounding and yipping for all their worth. “Yes, you’re seein’ her! Calm down, easy.”

You laughed and strode around the corner to take a seat on the couch that Bucky had occupied just moments before – the two dogs that would burst through that door any second would have no qualms on bowling you over if you knelt on the wooden floor. 

“Alright, goddamn it, guys,” Bucky groaned, fending off paws and wet noses. “I open this door, and you two better be on your best behaviour.” Two loud barks answered his words, and the door flew open with a clatter of the bell. 

The same two balls of fur and fluff barrelled into the (thankfully, empty) shop, looking around for their friend, until they spotted you at last. “My babies!” 

You were lost in a flurry of black, white, and brown fur. “Oh my gosh, yesyesyes,” you gasped, shaking your head side to side to abate the worst of the incessant licks to your face. “Hi babies! Oh, lookatchu!”

A quiet chuckle sounded from above you, and you opened your eyes to find Bucky looming over you, phone in hand. “Are you recording my death–my death by fur and fluffiness?”

“Yep,” Bucky replied, grinning. “Gotta give somethin’ to everyone to remember you by.”

You rolled your eyes and attempted to sit up, though it was impossible with Koda laying over you, and Sarge hogging your legs. “Barnes, help me.”

“Nope.” He smirked, plopping down on the couch, right next to your head. “You can stay there for a lil’ while longer, darlin’.”

“You are the worst,” you groaned. “These babies are heavy. Fine. I will be crushed and it’ll be your fault.” 

Bucky only shrugged and slid down the couch cushions, then he gently moved your head so you could rest it on his thigh. “Thank you,” you hummed, and Bucky smiled, his hand resting on your shoulder. 

Silence fell between you two – the comfortable kind that was shared so often when you both were just content to be in one another’s presence. 

“I’ve fuckin’ missed you, Clover,” Bucky mumbled, and his hand moved to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek gently, lovingly. The rough skin of his hand was warm and it made something clunk in your mind – you could only hope it wouldn’t show on your face. “So damn much. I hate goin’ scoutin’–rather be home, here.”

You looked up at Bucky from your vantage point – his upside down face and thoughtful gaze, a small frown on his lips. 

“I know, I know, Jamie. I know,” you whispered soothingly back, running one hand through Koda’s black fur, and moving the other one to rest over Bucky’s. “But you’re here now, you know I will always wait for you–you’re my best friend.”

The small frown turned into a fond smile. “Luckiest fella, I am. Havin’ a sweetheart like you to call his–”

Your heart seized. The words, while you knew they didn’t mean what you hoped for, still hit like a punch to the guts, and it was an effort to keep your face blank and void of the realisation. You wanted Bucky, and for much more than just a best friend. 

“–Girl, huh? Why don’t we get an early lunch, darlin’?”

“I own the best cafe, James.” 

Bucky laughed at your comment and shook his head. “I didn’t say we couldn’t have lunch here, you dork. Why don’t you make it to go, and we take my truck out to the clearin’?”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Let’s go.”

Half an hour later, you brought a basket to the counter and pointed to it. “Lunch, and you get to carry it because it is heavy.”

“You just want an excuse to see me be a man, sweetheart,” Bucky teased, and you narrowed your eyes. 

“Shut up, you idiot. Now, c’mon,” you urged, “I gotta be back for the actual lunch rush.”

Bucky saluted and took the aforementioned basket, only for his eyes to widen. “The hell you pack in this? Bricks?”

“I packed for Koda and Sarge,” you said simply, shrugging one shoulder. The two dogs ran to the door after Bucky, and you followed, your heart in your throat. 

The drive to the clearing was pleasant, if only chilly – but it gave you the excuse to steal one of Bucky’s good jackets from the back seat. He only rolled his eyes and pulled into a parking spot. “Sure, you can use one,” he said, “Don’t want my darlin’ gettin’ cold now, do I?”

“No,” you replied smugly. “Thank you.”

Bucky snorted and opened the door, sliding out. “Koda, Sarge, c’mon.” The two dogs jumped from the car and bounded into the trees, kicking grass and snow up in their wake. 

Something felt off, however – a sense of impending something was hanging tantalisingly over your head. Something was going to happen, and you had no idea what it could have been. You swallowed thickly, and opened your door to exit the warm cabin of Bucky’s truck. “It’s not that bad out here, thank god,” you commented.

It was the truth. The sun had warmed the chill in the air to be bearable, and while the snow hadn’t fully melted just yet, it was stunningly pretty to see the light bounce off crisp white mounds – that both Koda and Sarge barrelled through, their coats becoming covered in the soft snow. 

“Sure is pretty,” Bucky affirmed, smiling at you – and the feeling of apprehension doubled in intensity. “Let’s dig in, I’m starvin’.”

“One thing we can agree on,” you hummed, walking to a picnic table under a gazebo. “I packed extra because you are a garbage disposal.” 

“Hey!” Bucky chided. “Ain’t my fault that I’m a growin’ man, alright?”

You raised a brow and stared at him, and then you broke into a fit of laughter as Bucky scowled. “You’re not wrong, Jamie–you look like a bear on steroids. Have you been weightlifting trees?”

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh. “Well, it’s my job, sweetheart, kinda have to lift them somehow.”

You shrugged. “I dunno, I would have thought you wrestled with a bear, considering you’re one of ‘em now.” The urge to repeat the joke you had made with him became overwhelming. “You could say… you’re a Bucky Bear.”

“Ha ha,” Bucky deadpanned, reaching for the basket. “Real funny, Clover–real funny.”

The meal passed in spurs of conversation – you caught Bucky up on the gossip of the town and what Wanda had been up to, and then Bucky caught you up on Steve and Sam’s ventures on site, or how they wouldn’t stop teasing him about a situation that he refused to divulge. 

“So,” you began, watching Bucky’s flickering gaze, and how his hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting. “What did Stevie and Sam tease you for?” Taking a bite of your lunch, you chewed slowly, growing increasingly intrigued by Bucky’s show of nerves. 

“Y’know, normal shit,” Bucky said evasively, “they were bein’ assholes, like usual.”

Deciding to poke the bear, you probed further. “Doesn’t sound like it’s nothing, Jamie. Do I gotta tell them boys off?”

“No,” Bucky rushed, flushing slightly. “No, I got it.”

“Uh-huh,” you drawled, narrowing your eyes. Bucky was fidgeting something fierce, his usual aloof and charming aura had vanished – replaced with something akin to what he was like as a nervous teenager. “Jamie… are you alright?”

Bucky looked up, his eyes meeting yours, and he swallowed. “Clover, if you had-” His brows furrowed, like he was considering, or regretting, his words. “If you had the chance to tell the one–the one, would you do it? Tell them, or- Or ask them out?”

“Oh,” you said immediately. The question made the air in your lungs leave in a sweep – it was happening, Bucky had found someone. “Um, I-I,” you faltered, and you cleared your throat while placing your lunch down on the paper wrapping. “I, uh- Yeah. Yeah I would. Why?”

Something flashed across Bucky’s eyes and your stomach twisted. It was almost too much to bear. 

“Well,” Bucky said slowly, his hand twitching on the table, like he wanted to move it but couldn’t. “Clover, darlin’–uh, would you-”

Two loud barks cut him off and Koda, followed by Sarge, ran up to Bucky and pawed at his thighs. “Really? Now?” Bucky grit out. He fished through the basket and split a large dog biscuit. “Now go on, get.”

“You were saying?” you chuckled, watching the dogs run off with their trophy. 

Bucky flushed a deeper pink, and he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. His hand that had twitched just before reached across the table, open. Automatically, you took it, knowing he must need the comfort – hell, you needed it yourself, your heart was hammering so hard it felt like a rib was breaking. Whatever he was going to say was obviously hard, but you would take it and help him, he was your best friend. 

“Would you wanna be- God fuckin’ damn, why is this so hard,” he cursed, frowning.

“Take your time, Bucky, baby, you’re okay,” you soothed, rubbing your thumb over his scarred knuckles. “I’m here, and I don’t mind waiting. You say it when you’re ready.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart fracture – surely he would only be acting this way if-

“Would you wanna be my Clover? My girl?”

What?

“Wait- What? Did you- Did you just–?” you floundered. Shock cascaded through every fibre of your being, and you watched as Bucky stared at you, almost imploringly. “Hang on, hang on.” 

“Okay,” Bucky whispered, his hand squeezing yours once.

You took a singular second to think about what he had just asked. After all this time, after all that pining, the teasing from Sam and Steve must have been about you. It must have been about how- But that meant Bucky was serious. And… “Oh my god. Yes,” you blurted, staring into his eyes. “Yes–fuck, Jamie, I have–”

“I knew.”

“What?” you squeaked, terrified you had been far too obvious. 

“I knew that I, uh- Liked you, sweetheart,” he admitted, smiling sheepishly. “I just… didn’t know how to approach it ‘till the assholes cornered me on site, demanding to know why the fuck I looked like a loon–smiling at nothing, when I was remembering you.”

A heavy breath left your lips, trembling only slightly. “So that’s why Stevie came into my shop this morning, smiling so big! After all this time,” you wondered out loud. “Just- Wow. Wow.” 

“Well, now,” he began, chuckling quietly when his much larger hand engulfed yours. “Now I have my own lil’ four leaf clover.”

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I looove dogs they go woo woo bark bark and I want to pet them and play with them all day long. I want to run around and chase a sillie puppy because all the dogs I know love to be chased for some reason. I wish the rest of sys were dog people but they're not and some of us are actually pretty scared of dogs but either way puppy caretaking is like a front trigger for me anyways so it might actually end up kinda problematic in the end anyways cuz I shouldn't be out all the time but agh aghh doggos I love them

[lovemesomesurveys]

Do you have a large dog? If not, are you afraid of them? No, my doggo is more on the medium side. I'm not afraid of large dogs by default, but I get scared if they try to jump up. I'm in a wheelchair, so when they do that they are taller than me and it's just intimidating even if they're just being playful and excitable.

Has anyone ever told you that they loved you, and you didn’t say it back? Yeah. I'm not one to just throw those words around, I say it to those I really mean it. It's awkward when someone says it and I don't say it back, but I just don't feel comfortable saying it.

Who is your favorite photographer? I don't have one.

Were you shy in high school? Yes. I've always been shy.

Did the last guy/girl you kissed have any piercings? No.

Do you actually love your parents? More than anything.

Do you know anyone autistic? Yes.

Do you like your girlfriend’s/boyfriend’s parents? ---

Do you like Polaroid photography? I do.

Who was the last family member of yours that died? One of my uncles.

Do you have any gay family members? Yes.

Would you be upset if you caught your boyfriend looking at porn? Meh, I don't think so.

What is your favorite type of cat? I don't have one.

Who of the opposite sex has seen you at your worst? My dad and brother.

Were you raised by someone other than your parents? No.

What’s the last chore you did? I've been basically bedridden for quite awhile, so it's been awhile since I've done any chores.

What is your favorite jungle animal? I don't have one.

Is your father injured? .No.

Are you part Native American? No.

What are your pets’ names? Princess Leia.

Have you ever worked two jobs? I've never worked any jobs.

What are the names of all the dogs you’ve ever owned? .Buster, Scruffy, Brandie, and Princess Leia.

Would you ever get a face tattoo? No.

Who in life have you felt the strongest need to protect? I'm always way more concerned about my family.

What is the cruelest thing a person has ever said to you? Meh.

Who have you most feared in your life? Not a who, but a what. I've had my struggles.

What is your strongest reason for your opinion on abortion? --

What one natural thing would you most like to see? The Northern Lights.

Do you like the game Tetris? Nah.

What’s the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done? .I'm not a rebel lol.

Have you ever wanted to be a model? No.

Do you like your name how it’s spelled? Yeah.

Who was your first online friend? I don't recall, that was so long ago. I've been online since like 1998/1999.

Your last ex: how did you two get together? We met throgh a mutual friend.

Does your mom dye her hair? Yeah.

What’s the best kind of video game? (Adventure, shooting, etc) Mario Brother kind.

Do you know anyone who has road rage? Yes.

Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No.

Have you ever tried to break up anyone because YOU liked the guy/girl? Nooo.

Do you draw fanart of anything? No, I have zero talent.

What was the last music video you watched? Did you like it? I don't even remember.

What’s a condition you have that you haven’t been officially diagnosed with? >> autism

Which one of your parents do you think is smarter? Both of them are smart,

Have you ever supported anyone’s Kickstarter? If so, what was it? No.

What band has the power to make you cry by splitting up? Well, they didn't split up but Chester died and that was just devastating and obviously so much worse. I'm so sad I never got to see Linkin Park in concert and even though the remaining members still preform, it's not the same.

Can grills be sexy on a guy? I don't find grills sexy.

What’s your favorite comic book/graphic novel? I don't have one.

Do you prefer original or sour Skittles? Neither

Do you find it easy to pass the time or do you get really bored? Some days really seem to draaaaaag. Like today.

Have you ever been in a Catholic confessional? No. I'm not Catholic.

Who was the last non-relative you rode in a vehicle with? Well, I had 2 relatives in the car with me, but there also was my brother's boyfriend in the car.

What was the title of the last song you listened to? I'm blanking at the moment.

Who is the lead singer of your favorite band? Chester Bennington.

Do you expect to be married in the next 2 years? HA, no. I'll still be single as fuck.

Have you ever had an allergic reaction to an insect? Just the usual reaction we all get, nothing serious.

Who IMed you on Facebook last? My friend, Tara.

Is there an item that you bought on a whim, but now consider it a crucial part of your life and you would or have purchased it again? I am sure of it, but of course I can't think of an example right now.

What flags do you have in your room, if any? None.

What was the last thing you ate? Taco Bell proved their love for me and brought back their rolled chicken tacos again. I just came home from the hospital a week ago, so the timing couldn't have been better.

What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? We don't really experience any where I live, thankfully.

Do you or your parents rake your yard? My dad does all that.

If you’re not straight, who was the first person you came out to? --

Where did you meet the last person you swapped numbers with? I don't recall who I last swapped numbers with other than various medical people.

Who was the last person to add you as a friend on Facebook? Some random person, who I denied. I only add people I know.