#you're a big soft sheep dog

[astracora]

I continue to buy every stupid fucking accessory just so I can see what this dumb fucking asshole says. He never disappoints. Yes Sy let's have a goddamn party with the twins, you're always sweet, stupid man 😭😭💖

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Eddie tiptoed into his bedroom and pressed a finger to his lips. Chrissy was fast asleep, curled up on the other side of the bed.

"Are you sure she'll be okay with this?" Steve asked.

"Of course, your parents are home. Chrissy understands that more than anyone. Why do you think she's here so much?" Eddie whispered.

"Because she's your girlfriend, and she likes spending time with you?" Steve asked.

"Well, that, too," Eddie grinned. "According to her, it's a thousand times better here than her house."

"I agree," he whispered.

"Thank God, we have a house now instead of that tiny ass trailer. Doubt we could have fit all of us," Eddie said.

Eddie slid into the bed behind Chrissy and patted the empty spot next to him. Steve crawled in behind him and let Eddie throw the covers over them.

"Goodnight, and thank you for letting me stay here," Steve said.

"Anytime, big boy," Eddie said.

It was early in the morning when Chrissy woke before anyone else. She smiled at Eddie, his face pressed to the pillow. She always loved watching him sleep. His arm was thrown over her, and she touched it, her hand trailing upward until it came into contact with the arm that was wrapped around Eddie. Chrissy frowned. That was NOT her arm. She looked over Eddie and found Steve sleeping on the other side of him. She grinned and tapped Eddie's face. He woke up and smiled.

"Hey, gorgeous," Eddie said.

"Steve is sleeping in our bed," Chrissy said.

"Oh, uh, yeah, his parents are home, and he didn't have anywhere else to go," Eddie whispered.

"Good call," Chrissy smiled.

"Chrissy. . .," Eddie trailed off and paused.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Can we keep him?" He asked, his big brown eyes wider than ever before. "Pleeasse?"

Chrissy couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her. He was just too damn cute. They both were. Steve snorted awake and glanced at Chrissy.

"Oh, good morning," Steve said, his cheeks turning red.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said.

She leaned forward and gave Eddie a kiss on the lips before doing the same with Steve. She went into Eddie's ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind her.

"Does that mean we can keep him?!" Eddie yelled.

"Yeah!" She yelled back. "But he's not a dog, Eddie!"

"Tell that to his fucking eyes, babe," Eddie said and she giggled.

"You want to keep me?" Steve asked in soft voice.

Chrissy washed her hands and hopped out of the bathroom. She jumped onto the bed and straddled Steve’s hips.

"We're definitely keeping you," Chrissy said.

She started placing kisses all over his face. Eddie cackled gleefully and joined in, causing Steve to giggle. After showering him with kisses, Chrissy snuggled in between her two men, ready to get some more sleep. It was still rather early.

The next time Chrissy and Eddie woke up, it was to the smell of bacon. Steve was no longer in the bed with them. They quickly scrambled out of bed and went to the kitchen where Steve was cooking breakfast. Wayne was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee and reading a gardening magazine.

"Is Steve planning on moving in, too?" Wayne asked.

"Moving in?" Eddie and Chrissy asked.

"Darling, when was the last time you were at your parents' house?" Wayne asked Chrissy.

"Oh. . .well, I guess it's been a while," Chrissy said with a frown.

"I was gonna tell you," Wayne said and put down the magazine. "The other day, your parents came back and dropped off a box with the rest of your stuff. I just didn't know how to break it to you, that they didn't want to see you."

"Oh. . .that's okay, Wayne," Chrissy said and paused. "I'm actually relieved. I didn't want to see them either. I know now where I'm actually wanted. I just hope you don't have a problem with it."

"Not all, sweetheart, you're definitely wanted around here," Wayne said. "Steve, too. We got plenty of room now to figure it all out."

"Look at you, Uncle Wayne," Eddie grinned. "At least I know where I get my whole collecting lost sheep thing from."

"Did he just call us sheep?" Steve asked.

"It's a compliment, sheep are cute," Chrissy said.

"They are fluffy," Steve grinned and ran a hand through his hair.

Chrissy moved over and hugged Wayne before kissing his cheek.

"Thank you, Wayne," she said.

"You and Steve make my boy here very happy," Wayne said. "You're both great kids. I'm happy to have you guys here."

Eddie placed an obnoxiously loud kiss right on Wayne's bald spot.

"You old softie," Eddie said.

He gestured for Chrissy to sit down at the table, and then he fixed them both a cup before joining his uncle.

"Admit it, Wayne," Steve said with a grin. "You just want me and Chrissy around because we both know how to cook."

"Aw, hell, you got me," Wayne said sarcastically.

"I knew it," Steve said seriously.

They all laughed as Steve handed out plates, and they settled down to a nice breakfast. Eddie and Chrissy kissed him both, thanking Steve for the delicious meal. Steve gave a crooked smile, blushing as they all ate in a comfortable silence. After breakfast, Wayne insisted on cleaning up, putting his foot down when Chrissy tried to help. He kissed all three of his kids' foreheads and ushered them out of the house so they could enjoy the morning. It was a completely different porch, nice and wide, but Eddie still insisted on keeping a couch out there. It was a nice idea, Chrissy thought as she curled up on the couch with them, and they all drank their second cup of coffee.

"This is nice," Steve said as he breathed in the fresh air and the other two hummed in agreement.

They watched the house across from them. Max insisted on still being across the Munsons, claiming them to be alright neighbors. It was high praise coming from her. Max's bedroom window opened, and a figure came tumbling out. It was Lucas. Eddie and Steve shared a look. No surprise there. Although, they both knew they weren't doing anything other than kissing and sleeping. . .at least Chrissy hoped not yet. The next figure that came out wasn't that much of a surprise either, considering that El was Max's best friend. Max leaned out the window and gave Lucas a goodbye kiss. Their eyebrows rose when she did the same with El.

"You know you could have used the door," Max's voice was heard from across the small road.

"It was more fun this way," El said.

"Totally," Lucas grinned.

"Dorks," she said affectionately.

Lucas and El took each other's hands before walking over to their bikes parked in front of Max's house. Max was watching them when her eyes caught Chrissy's, Eddie's, and Steve's. She froze. El and Lucas caught a glimpse of them as well. They couldn't help but freeze along with Max. Chrissy smiled. She enter laced her fingers with Steve and Eddie's before holding them up, letting them know they were safe. They breathed a sigh of relief. Max moved back inside while the other two rode off on their bikes, waving.

"Looks like we're not the only ones starting something new," Steve grinned.

Chrissy beamed as a bird fluttered by, singing as the sun shone down upon them. It was certainly a beautiful morning. They deserved this. Happiness. Love. Not a dark cloud in sight.

[wolvrites]

Wolfwood never paid any mind to the dreams. Not anymore.

Blood, growing pains, Livio. It was the same, each and every time. Wolfwood isn't sure why his heart always pounds the same wild way once he wakes, beating against his ribs. Is it even his own heart? Did they change that, too?

It's always a different motel, but most of them have the same layout, the same scene, a balcony. Wolfwood tends to smoke a little extra after nightmares, under the two moons that watch him sort of like eyes. Eyes of God? Wolfwood snorts out a plume of smoke at the idea, and he isn't sure which is more ludicrous: the belief that there is something all-seeing, or the fear that there isn't.

Wolfwood's keen ears pick up the rusty scrape of the screen door opening through the murkiness of his thoughts. He doesn't turn, still observing the strange constellations in the sky.

"You'll catch cold, darlin'." His lips form an 'o' as he blows out a ring of smoke.

"So will you." Wolfwood dips his head a little past his shoulders just at the sound of your voice, just barely loud enough to pierce the darkness -- more like wading through it, as one does when standing in a shallow pond. Reaching for someone just beyond them.

In response, he carelessly waves his pack of cigarettes in the air beside his head for you to see. Half empty, already. 'I can make my own fire, just fine.'

As usual, you pay his silent reply no mind as you wrap your arms around his middle, chest flush to his broad back. He's a little cold, but it isn't the night air that's chilling him. With your cheek on his bare skin like this, you can feel his scars naked against you.

He stiffens, huffs out more smoke. A faint thud reaches your ears once he tosses the used stick and reaches for another.

"Come back to bed, 's cold. And you'll have a sore throat if you keep doin' that." Wolfwood chuckles hoarsely at your mothering, how you seem to know him better than himself.

But, no -- he fears even you won't ever know him, not like the man who saw him grow on his shiny, cold slab of metal does. Not like Livio, with his wide-eyed stare in his dreams, how he knows him.

"I'm not some snot-nosed kid." Wolfwood's nostril flares subtly, rough fingers turning the smoldering cigarette over between them. "Don't need you to treat me like one."

"I'm not." You gently push down the lump in your throat that forms at his edgy tone, you know he doesn't mean it. Soothingly, you run your fingers up and down his sides in slow movements.

Wolfwood tenses. "Just- just go-" he doesn't finish, realizing he's already trying to push you off him. Looking over his shoulder at you, he bites the inside of his cheek hard. "-wait for me inside."

"Nico."

"Don't call me that."

Your own brows knit together and you just blink at him. He seems like a little boy all of a sudden.

"Nicholas," you correct yourself quietly with a slight tilt of your head. Seeing the familiar look in your eyes, he turns away. "...sorry."

"Just come inside. Please."

Wolfwood finds it funny how you, of all people on this fucking planet, are able to order around the Punisher himself like that. How you have him at your heels, a dog who acts submissive to the sheep it guards.

Without another word, he obeys and meekly brushes his calloused fingers over your arm in boyish apology, bangs obscuring his expression as he follows you back inside.

Tucked back safely in the rickety motel bed, he's tangled up in you. Wasn't able to fall back asleep, so he settled for laying his head on your warm chest to listen to your heartbeat (with some coaxing from you). A soft hand stroking back his dusty raven hair. Like he's a boy again. “I'm sorry." He keeps mumbling between lazy pecks to your collarbone, eyes closed as if he's shy to be seen receiving such comfort. He isn't quite sure what he's apologizing for. “I know," you murmur back, speaking into his smoke-fragrant hair. "You're okay.” He huffs out a big sigh, heavy and dog-like.

He was a fool to ever think you didn't know him.

[nevadaafterdark]

-> COWBOYS IN YOUR AREA NEED A GOOD TIME!!

synopsis: two cowboys use you after a long day.

word count: 2.2k

(contents: ftm!reader, t4t4t, ftm4ftm4ftm, fingering, spitroasting, slight coercion/dubcon, strap use, scent, squirt, cunnilingus, slight breeding if you squint)

like, just think about it for a moment! i'm not talking about the cowboys you see in hollywood -- i'm talking two real, rough-and-tumble almost-outlaw-types that bully you for being soft, but the softness that settles around your belly and hips and thighs makes them both so, so dizzy.

and they're tired after a long day breaking colts and herding sheep, so they can just take everything out on you, right? right? of course you won't have any objections -- and if you do, you've just got the wrong ideas in your head.

it's just that -- an idea -- because when they're pressed up against you, forcing you to breathe in that hearty, heady musk, you can't do anything about it. their voices drawl sweet promises of pleasure even though you know that they'll just take and take until you're left sweaty and shaking with a cunt leaking fake cum.

and they're so crude about it, too! they both grab and grope, laughing when you whine. hot breath meets your ear as one of them whispers about it not being "that bad, so quit your whining." you can tell that he's got a shit-eating grin just from the sound of his voice.

can you blame them, really? having a guy like you bare and panting while underneath them is a sight to behold, surely. the way the low light highlights the sheen of sweat on your skin, the way your chest falls and rises as you try to breathe through the aftershocks of an orgasm -- the way your tdick twitches and the way your cunt flutters around one of their silicone cocks.

they take and they take -- and have i mentioned how they fucking take? it's a goddamn competition, the way they're handling you, so selfishly and wantingly. one of them has his fingers in your cunt (just barely managing to fit another in -- you're that tight), while the other leads your mouth down to his cunt.

his dick isn't huge, but with how hot and heavy it feels on your tongue and how he's pressing your head down -- you might as well be choking on it. and they're talking all the while, too: "christ, you see this boy? how he's so eager for my cock?" "should come feel his cunt... he's soaked."

again, they're very much competing for you. they love seeing you on all fours, legs spread and presenting like a dog, but the need to put the other down still prevails. you're just a conduit for them to take this frustration out on -- a weeping cunt and a drooling mouth to satisfy them, another battleground to fight over and conquer.

one of them takes his fingers from your cunt and you're left feeling empty and cold. you let out a whine around the other's cock, trying to let up. he forces your head down and says, "i tell you to stop? no? that's what i thought, boy."

you can't help but gasp and tense when you feel something pressing against your slick cunt. they both take advantage of your momentary dumbness.

one slides his dick inside you -- easy, smooth, but still a stretch. as your tongue lolls out of your mouth, the other grinds the head of his tcock against it. you're forced to inhale the smell of his unshaved pussy: heavy, heady, and something that drives you fucking insane.

"see? what i told you?" one of them asks the other. "just a dumb fuckin' bitch. warm cunt, warm mouth..."

he rocks into your cunt, almost forcing the head against your cervix. you gasp and grit your teeth -- the other grinds the head of his tdick against your bottom lip.

"c'mon, pretty boy." he grabs the back of your head, making you look up at him. "be useful and open that mouth."

you're not sure if it's the look in his eyes, the smell of sex in the air, the feeling of having something big and warm in you, or something else entirely, but your mouth falls open all the same. he lets out a scoff and drags your tongue from the bottom of his slit to his foreskin.

"maybe you're startin' to like this," he teases.

just as you draw in the air to respond, you feel something stir in you. one of them is slowly starting to move his hips; cautious movements start to give way to shallow thrusts.

even though you know, logically, that he's fucking you with a piece of silicone, your mind can't help but play into the fantasy. you swear you can feel every vein, every inch of him and how warm every inch is. his balls aren't plastic, but hot and full and heavy and brimming with cum that he needs to put in you.

he pulls back, taking his dick in hand and rubbing the tip against your entrance. you can't help but let out a small whine at the loss of heat and contact and the feeling of fullness.

"christ, that sound was kinda pathetic," one of them says, idly brushing his cockhead against yours.

"wasn't "kinda pathetic"," the other says. he bucks his hips into your tongue. "was really pathetic."

you paw blindly for his hip. when you find it, you pull yourself away from his dick and manage, "st-stop, i'm not pathetic..."

the only warning you get is a peal of sharp laughter before one of them rams his cock into you. you jut forward and gasp, your face once again in the other's crotch. you get a lungful of that potent, intoxicating scent of pussy laced with sweat and it makes your head spin.

he pulls his hips back only to slam them forward, his fat head almost kissing your cervix. he keeps the strokes like that -- long, hard, and even -- as his hips slap against the fat of your ass.

"oh my," the other drawls. he touches the underside of your chin, making you look up and meet his eyes. "being fucked like this... it's pathetic, sweetheart. you should feel ashamed."

"should bring some of our friends 'round," one of them says. he grunts as he starts fucking you a bit faster, his voice strained when he speaks. "make sure this boy gets used thoroughly."

"friends?" the other parrots. he bucks his hips forward and you start lapping at his tcock again. he lets out a heavy breath. "i want him to mh... myself. i wouldn't let even you fuck him, i-if i had my way."

"jesus," the first hisses. he grabs at your hips, forcing you to stay still even as he continues fucking you with a considerable amount of force. "can't you just shut the fuck up and do your job? you're stutterin'."

"f-fuck off," the other seethes. he glances down at you and settles a hand on the back of your neck. "suck it now, sweet thing. you know how to suck dick, don't you?"

you hum and nod. you take his tcock in your mouth, tracing the tip of your tongue over the head. he groans, his leg twitching up in response. he tightens his grip on the back of your neck just the slightest bit.

one of them slows his pace, once again dragging his cock in and out languidly. you whine, causing the other to jolt and gasp.

you feel the first leaning down, his warm chest to your back as he continues to slowly rock into you. "christ, you think he's close? you think you can make him cum?"

"i-i'm not," the other manages to grit out. "i..."

he screws his eyes shut and juts his hips forward, grinding his tcock against your tongue, hot and heady and wet. he gasps and his thighs twitch, coming off the bed and framing the sides of your head.

the first returns to his quicker pace -- faster, but still firm and deep. "c'mon, baby. make him cum for me. force him to cum."

and when one of his hands reaches down and starts stroking your tcock, you can't help but comply. he's sending shocks of pleasure through your body, all spreading from your wet, pliable cunt and his fat cock that fills you so well.

you flick your tongue against the underside of the other's cockhead, massaging the sensitive nerves. he chokes back a moan, his cunt fluttering and squeezing around nothing.

you reach up and ease a finger inside his warm and waiting pussy. he instantly tightens around the digit, gripping the sheets as you cock your knuckle and swirl your fingertip against his g spot. a small, whining sound escapes his throat.

"oh, jesus," the first one pants. "you hear that? make him do it again."

you slip another digit in and finger him harder, using your entire arm rather than just your hand. your tongue swirls over his cock, drool dripping from his tdick down onto your fingers.

the other lets out a high-pitched, drawn-out whine. a faint knot in your stomach starts to tighten in response to his sounds, the way you're being pounded -- everything.

he presses your head down, forcing you to take his entire tcock in your mouth. you curl your tongue around it, lapping as you continue to press your fingertips hard against his g spot.

and that's what it takes for him to cum. the other lets out a cry, bucking his hips and filling your mouth with hot rushes of squirt. it pools and dribbles off your lips, soaking the sheets.

"shit, good..." the other pats your head absently, his thighs twitching as he lays in the afterglow. "good job, boy."

"told you he'd cum first," one of them teases, bringing his hand away from your cock and instead holding your hips again. the other waves him off, instead resting your cheek on his belly.

you wrap your arms around his middle and arch your back a bit further. they both let out small exhales of laughter at the way you're asking for more -- no words, just presenting like a dog.

the first refocuses on fucking your cunt good and starts actually fucking you. you didn't know it, but he was holding back before. now, his thrusts are quick and sharp, the fat tip of his cock brushing against your g spot.

you whine, grabbing onto the other with a hint of desperation, clawing your fingernails into his back. he laughs and pets your shoulders.

"doin' good, ain't you?" he says. "so good at takin' cock. like you were born for it, sweetheart."

you can only whine in response. now that he's fucking you like this, he's too big, too hot, balls slapping too harshly against your tcock. it's too much and the knot only grows tighter.

the other sits up and moves you so that your arms are wrapped around his shoulders, your hips still being held in place by the first man. the knot starts to grow light in your stomach. you rest your head against his shoulder and pant into his ear.

"look at him," one of them says. "he's so close."

"yeah," the other breathes out. he reaches down and starts rubbing your cock, his fingers quick and deft as he jerks you off.

you try to hold back a moan, but it spills from your lips all the same. this only serves as encouragement for both of them. the first angles his hips and fucks you harder, while the other brings his thumb and forefinger together so you can fuck his fist.

"th-there," you manage between gasps and moans.

"oh, yeah?" one of them says. "right there? right there, baby?"

the knot within you feels tight, tight, tight. you can't hold on. you can't do anything -- you can't even try.

"i'm -- i'mma --" you gasp. "i'm gonna...!"

"c'mon, cum on my cock," the first says. "cum and drench me. squirt all over this cock, baby."

the knot snaps, and a hot shock overtakes your system. it feels warm and nice and so-so-so good. pleasure crashes over you as waves of bliss lap at your cunt and cock, overwhelming but comforting. you can faintly feel your thighs squeeze together and your legs tremble.

after a moment, you pull yourself off his silicone cock and flop over on the bed next to the other one. he pats your twitching thigh.

"you squirted all over yourself," he says. "you notice that, or...?"

you grunt in response, your breathing still labored. when you look down, you realize that he's right -- there's trickles of liquid on your inner thighs. you hum and let your head fall back against the pillows. you don't want to deal with that right now.

"i'll go get a towel," one of them says. he stands from the bed and starts unfastening the harness around his hips.

the other stands after him. "i need one, too."

you hear faint snippets of their conversation as they walk down the hall -- "you see how much he squirt?" "can't believe i made him do that." "you serious? i'm the one that made him squirt, genius." "hey, no, wait..."

[badlydrawnmanic]

baldur’s gate 3 has once again taken over my life and i low key wanna draw the playable characters as mobians because i have crossover / furry brain disease + edits

to no one’s surprise astarion is a bat because, well. vampires, and his secret isn’t exactly hard to figure out before the reveal cutscene. he himself may not be associated with bats but you get it

gale is kinda tough for me to pin down because he’s both plain but not at all at the same time. his personality doesn’t fit cat despite his light association with them through tara, but hedgehog is seemingly considered a default even to the sonic series itself much like human is in dnd, so that might work. his hair is also kinda makes me think of a lion and that has a bit more character to it

karlach is undoubtedly my favorite. outside of fire one of her bigger unique design bits is her broken horn which i’d wanna keep fairly the same. sheep would fit the curled shape but she doesn’t really have a soft vibe that comes along with sheep. maybe some sort of cow-like animal. big and powerful. friend suggested she be a boar instead of minsc which i could roll with. confused for a hellsboar by wyll

lae’zel is supposed to be markedly different from the other characters, so i’m thinking either some kind of reptile / amphibian or something entirely alien in that it’s a beast from the dnd universe. while they aren’t associated with the githyanki there’s gremishka in the creche and that might be just interesting enough to work. big ears. friend also suggested a skink specifically and people seem to think she's very frog even if i don't see it lol

shadowheart is also relatively normal. was thinking wolf for a time but honestly she had cat vibes + that would sort of play into her and lae’zel being kinda similar despite being from fundamentally different places / backgrounds. friend suggested a squirrel? will consider

wyll feels like he’d be some kind of dog given the general good boy-ness of him, loyalty, etc, plus it kinda plays into how mizora talks about him. naturally his “you didn’t kill karlach” form would be a hellhound. friend mentioned fox but i think dog is more fitting

halsin is a bear and there is nothing difficult about this whatsoever

i haven’t done an evil run yet where i recruit minthara but i know she’s a lolth sworn drow and they’re associated with spiders and that would be kinda cool. friend suggested wolf for her also

minsc would probably also be a dog. even though repeats are a bit lame, he was a protagonist in another group of characters from another baldur’s gate so it’s fine. one of those stupidly huge breeds that look more like lions than dogs. if not a dog than maybe a boar. friend suggested a ferret but i think he needs beef to him. wolverine maybe?

jaheira also being from the other baldur’s gate game could probably be a repeat too. slightly cranky old cat but she loves you in her own way. would also contrast with minsc. if not a cat then i could see her as a deer i think. i somehow forgot that the game's ai defaults her wildshape to a panther when you're battling alongside her in moonrise towers so panther it is

[little-pup-pip]

Just curious, what requests do you have in your queue/to do currently? If you're ok with saying it that is :]

Oh boy, that's a bigger question than last time someone asked! I have over 200 waiting requests at this point!! Because of that this got very very long, so I put the rest under the cut! Like last time, this is in order of how recently I received the request, and doesn't mean I'm too busy to take new requests!!

Ibara saegusa (enstars)

Monochrome oranges cats and angels

Gloomy bear

Another rockruff (maybe)

Cult of the lamb (specifically the lamb)

Llewellyn Watts (Murdoch Mysteries)

Jake (trailer park warlock)

Cult of the lamb (pet dreaming themed)

Bear therian

Selkie

Ice bear (we bare bears)

Tubbo (maybe)

Snow leopard

Pink

Australian shepherd (pupre)

Cassie (fnaf: ruin)

Draik (neopets)

The rainbow fish

Black kitten + space

Pumpkin head (maybe, needs more research)

Alice in wonderland

Sheep

Someone's OC Avery & siblings

Gothic

Star catcher (MLP)

Masc version of my druid board

Scrooge CG (2009 film)

Beetlejuice

Superstar daycare (fnaf)

1950s + ocean

Pandas + light purple and black

Dandelions

Willy wonka CG (recent movie)

Maki Harukawa (Danganronpa)

Kidcore Halloween + pumpkin puppy Webkinz

Fruit bat

Mermaid

Pastel purple + pandas

Robocar Poli

Brown, lime green and forest green puppy

Weird Barbie CG

Shiny Vaporeon

Where the wild things are

Squid

Dylan (the magic roundabout)

Conner CG (Detroit become human)

Mitsuri kanroji (demon slayer)

Minecraft mooshrooms

Sharks or wolves (haven't decided)

Hot Wheels

Miffy

Fox

Sharks

Zombies

Vincent (dead plate)

Vintage kitty dreaming

Deadpool

Shane CG (stardew valley)

Wolf pup

Celestia and Luna (MLP)

Soft blue and yellow

Pascal (animal crossing)

Pastel blue and pink

Batman CG

Ram

Osamu dazai (bungo stray dogs)

Dylan (the quarry)

Rain/nature + white rabbits

Ox

Penguin + dinosaur

Noah (total drama island)

Vision CG (marvel)

Light blue

Bumble bees + lavender

Yellow + ducks

Bearded vulture

Barn owl

Queen barb (trolls world tour)

Oliver (vocaloid)

Light green light brown and beige

Mind (Chonny Jash/CCCC)

Cinnamoroll + emu otori (project sekai)

Yellow+ chicks and puppy stuffies

Seam CG (deltarune)

Plants vs zombies

Viktor (arcane)

Queen of trash CG (Elmo goes to grouch land)

John Constantine (Justice League Dark)

Aziraphale (good omens)

Scenecore

Musa (winx club)

Leap frog

Hyper feminine puppy

Crow + black cat

Totodile + bodies of water

Bees

Sackboy (Little Big Planet) and or My Melody

Baby crocodile

Animal crossing

Pastel kitten

Doki doki literature club

Keralis (Hermitcraft, maybe)

90s grunge

Tula tones (novi stars)

Eevee + dragons

Kitten + stars

Ratchet (rescue bot academy)

Pastel shark

Mikan Tsumiki (Danganronpa)

Mushrooms

Grey + Ross federman youtooz

Sparkly dragon

Blue and purple + puppies

Ducks + alt/Gothic lean

Cinnamoroll

Shadow (sonic)

Jellyfish

Boyfriend.xml (Friday night funkin')

Puppet (fnaf)

Golden retriever + yellow and blue

Bernese mountain dog

Strawberries

Genshin impact

Len or Miku

Toothless (httyd)

Eddworld

Donnie (rise of the tmnt)

The princess and the grilled cheese sandwich

Pastel goth princess

SpongeBob

Karako Pierot (hiveswap)

Young Michael Afton

Soft fox

Great pyrenees + farm

Ike eveland

Invader Zim + neon green

Julius Caesar (Octavian, night at the museum, waiting until March for this one)

Scorpion

Vampire squid

Golden retriever (again, lol)

Cats + playing outside

Border Collie

Tiger

Argos CG (World of Mr. Plant) 

Pochacco

Mortal Kombat

marble cross fox/forest/fantasy (I'm figuring this one out still)

Puppy + SpongeBob

characters from Project Sekai, Hoshino Ichika, Mochizuki Honami, Akiyama Mizuki and Kusanagi Nene.

Baby vulture

Frog with more fem themes

Rain world/slugcat

Dark academia/cottagecore

Border Collie

Modded smash hit rooms

Crying child (fnaf)

Agent Smith CG (the matrix)

Katamari

Enjolras (les miserable)

Rolfe DeWolfe CG (Rockafire Explosion)

Bugbo

Slime rancher

Puppet (fnaf)

CosMc's

Parado (Kamen Rider)

Tally hall

Gordon (all engines go)

Spinel (Steven universe)

Cater diamond (twisted wonderland)

Rockabilly (probably)

Felix Lee

Jing yuan CG (Hsr)

Charles Xavier CG (X-Men)

Toki wartooth (metalocalypse)

Naoto Shirogane (persona 4)

Kitoto (I don't know what he's from)

17th century dutch

Sirena von boo (monster high)

Jake (miss peregrines home for peculiar children)

Minecraft

Sees behind trees

Allay (Minecraft, I think)

Spinosaurus screenshots or products

Tecchou (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Barbara (genshin impact)

Tasmanian devil

Spamton CG (deltarune)

Spinosaurus

Grunge + lop eared bunnies

Yume-Nikki

Daxter (jak and daxter)

Madness combat for puppies

James Sunderland (silent Hill)

Shirokuma (Danganronpa)

Leo (IDW comic)

[the-uncrafting-table]

Wool

Since at least 40000 B.C., people have been keeping sheep and making good use of their wool. Soft, warm and versatile, wool readily absorbs moisture and is harder to light ablaze than synthetic fibers, making it ideal not only for sweaters and blankets, but also suits, upholstery, insulation and even- traditionally- baby diapers.

while big industrial machines are used in commercial wool manufacture (as with everything on a large industrial scale) the traditional methods still have their following centuries later. Wool is shorn from the sheep or brushed in shedding from another wool animal (more on those later) producing thick mats of fleece which must be then be washed and carded, a process of pulling the fleece between fine-toothed brushes to loosen and soften them. This freshly fine fiber is then spun using a wheel or drop spindle, producing the yarn we all know and love.

of course, you needn't worry about the process harming the animals- a good farmer takes good care of their sheep, making sure not to harm them and providing a much needed cooldown for the otherwise-overheating wooly beast.

In the event that nicks do occur during shearing, a waxy substance called lanolin is produced by the sheep's skin, which quickly soothes and heals those cuts. Lanolin can also be saved from the washing of wool, and finds many practical applications such as lubricants, shoe polish and skincare treatments.

wool is also sometimes felted rather than spun, producing a beautiful plush fabric that's perfect for warm blankets and adorably fuzzy art!

as I mentioned earlier, it isn't just sheep that produce a usable wool. There are plenty of types, such as camelhair, alpaca, angora from goats and rabbits, and qiviut from muskoxen.

there's even the extinct Salish Wool Dog, a breed once kept by the Salish people of what is now Washington and British Columbia to produce a thick, goatlike wool. Yarn and felt can be made from long-haired dog fur today as well of course, but it's more of a novelty.

The rarest and most expensive wool still collected today is that of the vicuña, a South American camelid which must be caught wild every three years and shorn for their extremely fine and miniscule amount of wool. The fiber is incredibly soft, beautiful, and cannot be dyed, used by royalty in the Incan Empire. To this day, the vicuña is the national animal of Peru.

That's all for now! Thank you for allowing me to spin this little yarn for you today. Hope you're all warm and comfy as can be, and I'll see you next time!

[erikamaybe]

Welcome to Hellhound Farms!

Welcome to Hellhound Farms! We hope you enjoy the tour!

We are now entering our Hucow dairy facility. These lovely ladies spend up to 18 hours a day in the mind erasing bliss of being milked! To maintain output they do need to be bred regularly. If you're interested in helping with breeding duties feel free to stay and you can continue with a later tour. If you're more interested in feeding than breeding, they could always use some extra protein. Simply step around to the other side of the railing and give a gal a little tickle under the chin, she'll open wide and be ready for for you to use her throat for as long as you like. There's not a thought in those pretty heads, they don't really need THAT much oxygen anymore.

Moving on, looks like it's time to sheer the sheepgirls! It looks like they're a bit shy today, it's been a while since they've felt this... exposed... But don't worry, these soft little sluts love to show off, so be sure to give them lots of encouragement. Just head on over and give squeeze or a spank or whisper the most obscene thing you can think of in her ear! If she blushes keep going, if she slaps you that just means she's already wet and ready to get railed. It's ok to get a little rough with them, our livestock are studier than they look. Well look at that! With the sheep in for sheering, our hard working dogs have some free time on their hands. Sure, they might look dominant bullying the sheep, but a few head pats and a good girl, and our dogs with be rolling over in a flash to show you their soft bellies and needy holes. Please show them that their hard work is appreciated! Up next, the harpy coop!

Wasn't the Harpy coop amazing? Those girls can push out a dozen eggs every couple days! Now you may have noticed that most of our laborers are centaurs. It's just sooooo convenient to have the height and strength of a horse, and a brain that actually works! Plus, it takes some good old fashioned horse cock to leave some of our gals feeling properly bred. We also have a thriving colony of semi-feral catbois and girls here on the farm to keep assorted vermin and nuisances in check. Some of them are very friendly, but they all might bite or scratch with out warning, so make sure you have a good hold on the scruff before you mount one! We are now approaching the end of the livestock portion of our tour. If you would like to become livestock, you're in luck! We're always accepting applications to abandon the life you knew to live here on the farm. If you want to become one of our centaur laborers we offer short term, long term, and lifetime contracts. And if you'd like to take some livestock home, we hold auctions every Sunday! Whether you're looking for a fresh faced filly, some mommy milkers, or a proven breeding bitch in her prime, we have a wide variety of offerings every week. Be sure to come early for the Meet'n'Greet'n'Fuck brunch before the auction starts.

Moving forward we're approach what put Hellhound Farms on the map, our Living Latex trees! Our unique Living Latex is perfect for so many applications. No drone suit is more comfortable and permanent. Just add a helmet and you're set! Tired of being made of meat? Frail, fallible, delicious meat? Our expert dollmeisters and toy sculptors are standing by to give you the Big Dip and give you the Ultimate makeover! You can become the slutty fuck doll you always knew you were today. We also offer inflatable and onahole options. And once we're done, it's off to the showroom to wait for your future owner to buy you. Or, you can be your own toy and work off you debt as a public use plaything at one of our Hellhound Farms amusement parks or one of our stand alone Latex Love stress relief booths around the world! If you're interested in the classic silicone bimbo look our teams of jab masters are ready to plumpen lips, pump up tits, and thiccen that ass with our silicone alternative Living Latex injections. It's safe, it's soft, it wobbles like jello when you slap it. Whether you want to augment your assets or leave humanity behind, Hellhound Farms has what you need!

And Hellhound Farms needs YOU! Today! No application will be refused! Can't make up your mind? Headmates disagreeing on what to become? Good news! We have timeshare and multi-platform options on all our contracts. What's an extra decade of servitude if you're doing what you love?

[meatriarchived]

thinking very big on maria's aliases at the moment so,

dolores.

maria's more subdued, soft, docile persona. one of her primary lures. dolores acts as a way to entice targets who are looking for someone they think is easy to control or influence. submissive and eager to go along with whatever they want really, dolores as a persona is maria's way of gauging and pulling very strong, very cocky, very frankly stupid victims into going someplace secluded with her - and into the hunting grounds of her two scary guard dogs to have fun with. she's the persona, alongside aurelia, that brings victims into back alleys, back to a designated place on the sawyer-hewitt property, to decoy houses / buildings, or to specific fields or stops where its been established earlier in the night with johnny ( & lee ) that she will get them to, for them to meet there. dolores is that sweet, softer, doe-eyed side of maria really being coaxed out in order to quite literally throw someone to the wolves. dolores is symbolized by lambs / sheep, also to come across in a softer light to those who interact with her and fall victim, for other unassuming creature to take you by the hand, frolicking out into open field, unknowingly being circled by predators hidden in the grass around them. nickname : dolly.

aurelia.

more of a push into maria's more bubbly self, aurelia's more of that out-there, perky, sunshine-incarnate type persona that draws people attention. she's all smiles, all touchy, PDA at max. she's also that more kinda ditzy personality, too, if she feels her target likes it. she'll play heavily into the 'oh please keep talking i am SO interested in what youre saying!! omg no really you do all that??? wow you're so strong / so smart / etc' type of person, showering with compliments. definitely more of the persona for those kinds of people who LOVE talking about themselves and making themselves seem more important / tougher / etc than they really are. aurelia works as another lure because she's the type that'll convince targets to drink and drink and drink, or pull them off to dance with her, let them get handsy, let them think they have a shot. aurelia is symbolized by rabbits / bunnies, cute and sweet little prey animal, unassuming. one that lets you give chase, until you find yourself inches from wolves' widened jaws. nickname : lia.

rosa.

not as much of a lure than more utilized when maria's working alone, but rosa works to get targets alone and vulnerable. she's flirty, handsy, siren eyed rather than doe. truly come fuck me eyes. its the persona to let her explore things on a more sexual note, but its also the one where after things are said and done and theres a body on the floor, she wants to reaffirm her devotion to the scary dog(s) more - like a very, get this fuckers' scent off of me right now and put yours all over me instead kinda thing, if you will. but its also very much, i get to toy around with them a little more, be teasing, be mean. very hey heres your body let me snap a picture with you gh.ostface style ♡ its more of her violent side that comes out, because its really one of the personas where she gets to really disarm people - from being flirtatious to im stabbing you to im sinking my teeth in your neck and ripping at you rather than it being a simple love bite. still uses rosa, though regardless if working alone or with the scary dog(s). rosa's symbolized by both butterflies & moths, metamorphosis from maria into territory she was never all that comfortable in before. its exploration of a different side - both sexual and violent. its the specific kinds, of mourning cloak butterfly, of death's-head hawkmoths, of black witch moths, with meanings of change, of rebirths, and of death or misfortune. nickname : typical pet names one gives a one-night-stand.

magdalena.

in a sense, magdalena's come to be a persona by several factors, and its more of her long game, lone wolf type. its a combination of something in her snapping from her reunion with donnie ( being told 'i love you' when you were left for dead, buried and otherwise forgotten about is mm, esp when compared to the love that had been shown in the years since. ) and its more of maria taking influence from not only johnny by also nancy, in routes where she ( & lee ) are accepted by her into the family. its getting a lil more personal with her targets, earning their trust over a longer timeframe. befriending them even. its more of her wolf coming out - where one one side, magdalena comes across as a typical neighbor, someone who bakes you things and brings it over unprompted ( sometimes we get silly and slow-poison them c: ) esp during rough times - similar to how nancy works. its the slowburn of growing closer to them, earning trust, being let into their lives, just to one day down the line rip that security out from under them, turn their homes into a bloodbath really. magdalena's more of that, mercy doesnt exist in this body, morality doesnt exist, theres an anger and a hatred and a coldness to the world thats been dormant in these bones like the old gods who sleep for millennia hidden among us like mountain ranges. while physically maria isn't nearly on the same levels as johnny or leland, i'd argue magdalena's by far her more brutal and unhinged persona in that she'll not only make an absolute mess out of her target, but will also prolong things at times - make it last hours, if she can manage, if they stay alive long enough. magdalena is also moreso in swing post-acceptance by nancy, meaning the likelihood that she's been taught how to use the same types of ability, the possession, the hallucinations, is very high. magdalena's symbolized by wolf peering out from under sheepskin. nicknames : lena.

[mikavlcs]

Another Mika fic, let's go!

Oh honey I beg to differ. Wednesday is such a softie in her own complicated way. Less threats, less torture, more attention and even allowing physical contact. If she likes someone and does all that, then she's down bad. So no, Wednesday, you definitely ARE a softie.

And these first four paragraphs? Absolutely iconic and remarkable. The writing?? The metaphors?? The imagery?? The exaggerating cause Wednesday would rather die than admit she's soft??

Well... since I am currently on a family vacation with 24 years if age... I tend to agree with Wednesday. It definitely can be a gruesome torture method.

Lol disgusting and vile. But Wednesday is right again! Missing someone you care for (even though you keep denying that part (looking at you Wednesday) is definitely one of the worst feelings out there)

"Human embodiment of a rainbow" that made me snort, it's the perfect way to describe Enid. Now if only she was gay... then full on 100% rainbow bitch.

Oooh, Wednesday wants to take a ring from R! Moving fast, are we?

Lol Wednesday you thief! Of course commitment a crime will make her smile. But how adorable is it that Wednesday wants to keep Rs favorite ring so that she has something meaningful and important to remember them by?? CUTE

Ngl I love awkward goodbyes. They're just so amusing to witness!

Awwww a kiss! And in front of Weems to! That must have been mortifying for Wednesday. Yet she craved more. SOFT

Of course Wednesday is counting her victories against Bianaca. Go on girlboss! Keep beating her.

Damn, look at Wednesday searching for Rs smile and keeping the stories to tell them later. If that isn't simp behavior then I really don't know what is.

"Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did" The way I GASPED! Honey that's so savage and uncalled for 😭 Poor Enid. (Though it is utterly hilarious! )

"Higher than a 70" H.O.N.E.Y Were did that savagery come from?? Poor Enid is getting it all today. I absolutely LOVE it! A mean Wednesday is my favorite. That's just my kind of humor. Enid is so used to it by now she doesn't even react anymore. Good girl.

Wednesday, denial is a river in Egypt. I guess she'd really rather die than admit that she missed R. What matters could she possibly have in the courtyard?? NOTHING

"Not for a second" Call the police, I spotted a big fat liar!

"You're broke" Wednesday really is giving it her all today, isn't she. OBSESSED

Oooh Wednesday got caught! I'm sure there was a lot of panic in her voice so the only solution for that are threats! Honestly at this point Wednesdays threats are a form of love. And besides, shouldn't R keep her hand? You know for holding it and doing other things...

THE MEME. OMG THAT TOOK ME OUT 😂 That came so unexpected, I scared my dog with my laughter.

This was fantastic as always!!

slfdhfgks pls 😭

Oh honey I beg to differ. Wednesday is such a softie in her own complicated way. Less threats, less torture, more attention and even allowing physical contact. If she likes someone and does all that, then she's down bad. So no, Wednesday, you definitely ARE a softie.

And these first four paragraphs? Absolutely iconic and remarkable. The writing?? The metaphors?? The imagery?? The exaggerating cause Wednesday would rather die than admit she's soft??

agree, she's soft in her own special way!! and plss the lady gaga gif made me laugh. tysm 😭🤚

Well... since I am currently on a family vacation with 24 years if age... I tend to agree with Wednesday. It definitely can be a gruesome torture method.

ok but you got see sheep and see a bunch of pretty places so....idk if i believe you chief 🤨🤚

"Human embodiment of a rainbow" that made me snort, it's the perfect way to describe Enid. Now if only she was gay... then full on 100% rainbow bitch.

she's a walking pride parade fr

Ngl I love awkward goodbyes. They're just so amusing to witness!

pls, the way i just didn't know what to write for that scene 💀

Of course Wednesday is counting her victories against Bianaca. Go on girlboss! Keep beating her.

this is canon tbh

"Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did" The way I GASPED! Honey that's so savage and uncalled for 😭 Poor Enid. (Though it is utterly hilarious! )

"Higher than a 70" H.O.N.E.Y Were did that savagery come from?? Poor Enid is getting it all today. I absolutely LOVE it! A mean Wednesday is my favorite. That's just my kind of humor. Enid is so used to it by now she doesn't even react anymore. Good girl.

PLSJFHGASJF poor enid fr 😭😭 but she was already over wednesday's threats by ep2 so she doesn't even care anymore LMAOO

"You're broke" Wednesday really is giving it her all today, isn't she. OBSESSED

this was a self-roast tbh 💀

Oooh Wednesday got caught! I'm sure there was a lot of panic in her voice so the only solution for that are threats! Honestly at this point Wednesdays threats are a form of love. And besides, shouldn't R keep her hand? You know for holding it and doing other things...

so true tbh, threats are a wednesday love language!

THE MEME. OMG THAT TOOK ME OUT 😂 That came so unexpected, I scared my dog with my laughter.

This was fantastic as always!!

LMAOSJFAHEGFM i've had that meme in my camera roll for MONTHS and i've been waiting for june to hit so i could drop it, glad to see that it's a hit 😭😭😭

and thank you!! your thoughts and comments were fun to read as always<33 i hope you're having (or had? idk time zones) a great day 🥰🙏💖

[justabigoldnerd]

*visibly shaking*

I HAVE to steal your tags here, @mybelovedillya , because the dog you described sounds an awful like a Great Pyrenees, which is a breed that is very close to my heart for Reasons™️

Big, white, fluffy dog that is often more commonly seen in homes as a family dog. They're massive, and generally good-tempered, insanely soft, tolerate a lot of bullshit, loyal, and fiercely protective.

The latter half of that statement is because they were bred to be livestock guardians. Here's one chillin' with his herd of goats:

They will fuck up an entire pack of coyotes single handedly (pawedly?). All that fluff and extra skin is protection against teeth and claws so that they can protect their flock, herd, etc. They are unendingly kind and loyal to those creatures and people that they care about, but if you chose to fuck with their family? You're as good as dead. This Great Pyrenees in Georgia took on a pack of eleven coyotes who were at the fence of his flock, likely to protect his pregnant mate, while the other guardian dogs herded the flock of sheep away from the fight. He killed eight of them. Eight. By himself. (I'll include a post-fight picture of a Pyrenees at the bottom of this post, under the cut)

So, uh, long story short, I think a Great Pyrenees is the perfect comparison for Illya- a gentle giant, kind and extremely protective, deadly if you mess with his family, but still a big puppy dog who loves his people 💕💕💕💕

(⚠️CW: for bloody animal, but he's fine, it's not his blood)

This guy is another example of them being absolute badass dogs:

Napoleon: *gets down on one knee*

Illya: *also drops to the ground* what are we looking for?

Napoleon, reaching for the ring in his pocket: Peril......

[raspberryjamnnn]

chemtrails, ufos, lizard people, gmos

psychics, mentalists, bending spoons

fluoride in the pipes

bloodline of jesus christ

flat earth, hollow earth, hologram moon

president shapeshifters, stargates, robot hitler

space nazis, space commies, space isn't real

roswell '47, george bush, 9/11

bite sized microchips in your happy meal, oh

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

armageddon, d-day, new world order, michael bay

denver colorado has a portal to hell

missing boats, missing planes, timewarp saddam hussein

multi-uni-omniverse running parallel

the moon landing was a lie

elvis presley didn't die

einstein had a hover car, my uncle was ringo star

rocks are soft

dogs are cats

fact is fiction, fiction's fact

doesn't matter what I spit cause people always buy my shit!

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

soylent green, devil pope, drag queen, horoscopes

jews own starbucks, tryna steal all our bucks

drug addiction, evil doctors,

Gravity won seven oscars

tiny frog, it's in my ear, feeding me the lyrics

big pharma, big brother

milk doesnt come from udders

pepsi, cola and coke, they're the same that's no joke

honey booboo is a man, iraq's actually iran

anime makes people gay but you still watch it anyway!

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

rigged elections, propaganda, jesus christ comes from uganda

dragons guarding buckingham, shoes are just a fucking scam

bumblebees can hear you think, babies come from dirty sinks

lawns are just a metaphor, why arent there words that rhyme with door?

hate is good!

good is bad!

moths are making children sad!

greenday, alley way, I'm running out of things to say!

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

drama always beats facts

people dont like feedback, they want answers that equate to their current mental state.

And if you reassure their fears, and wipe away all of their tears,

bring them hope,

give them love,

claim you're sent from up above

but if a little seed of doubt is planted then you'll want it out before it poisons and destroys obedient young girls and boys

so if you make a little peep, to the farmers, to their sheep,

I'll sneak into your quarters and I'll cut you in your fucking sleep!

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire,

but when I am gone the bullshit still goes on

and on

and on

and on...

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

I love starting fires

oh the world is ending, now my blog is trending

I love to conspire

they will feel enlightened when in fact they're frightened

[jymwahuwu]

Hii! Ok so, how would Tighnari and Cyno react to darling being depressed? And I mean, she was depressed before, but now its worse.

How would they react to see darling in a state where she cant get hernself to eat, and struggles to even brush her teeth?

What would they do to make her feel better?

Also, ik Tighnari wats a BIG family, but, would he really risk darling's depression get even worse by getting her pregant? (After pregancy or during the pregancy, a lot of women end up suffering from depression)

Also, just imagine them react to her having a very bad estime asswell witch lead to the first state of depression before abduction (after abduction it got worse) bc of the toxic people she has been surrounded, and cannot bring hernself to look in the mirror?

Ok, idk if ur gonna accept to do this, but I was just trying to make mynself relate to the reader 😅

Anyways, thank you for reading my request and if u dont want to do it, its fine, dw! (Again, excuse my bad english)

TW: yandere, kidnapping, mentioned pregnancy, depressed reader

Tighnari and Cyno see you sinking so depressed that they start looking for any way to make you feel better. This isn't the first time they've comforted the family, and Collei has given them a little experience.

You chew the bread a few times, letting out soft whimpers and sniffles occasionally, and then burst into tears, tears falling into the bread, the salty taste melting on your tongue. They think you're rebellious and tell you to finish your meals in a firmer tone.

"I-I can't." You said.

Cyno: "What? Why? It's just a piece of bread, listen to me, take a few bites."

Tighnari: "Are you sure you don't want that bit of nutrition? Eat it, don't make me say it again."

You are so powerless in your current situation that you suspect this is your punishment - why did the Forest Rangers/General Mahamatra lock you up? Why is he acting like he loves you? Love is locking that person up against their will?

They didn't investigate your mental health before this. This is really unexpected. Poor thing, you can't even do simple things like dressing yourself and brushing your teeth by yourself now. They'll do this for you and even shower you. It's kind of satisfying and guilt-ridden for them - you're like a little pigeon eating in their hands. It would be too cruel to put you in a cage like this.

They bring you any gift you want, almost allow you to get anything you can buy with mora, bring you Fontaine's popular magazine, Inazuma's light novel. They read you some funny joke or content. You can even go out as much as you want! As long as you end up returning within a day, they won't ask you to explain or capture you.

They can't be there for you 24/7. In their absence, they are viscerally uncomfortable at the thought that you might sob. So! They allow you to have some pets, what do you want? cat? dog? bird? little sheep? fish? Crystalflies? Tighnari will teach you how to take care of them. He brought Karkata over here. Sometimes you will see that adorable mechanical crab make coffee and cover you with quilts! Cyno, studies methods with you. He will call himself dad and the pets are the kids.

As for getting pregnant…if they find out you're in this state, they won't even try. Even if there is no big family to leave a little regret, but it's okay. Love is the most important thing in the family. They have to take care of you.

[anddreadful]

9 with teddy/borakov

"There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling" is actually canon for those dummies!!! the fic about that is here but it's old and it didn't cover the waking up so let's do something different. This is at an ambiguously pre-strahd-wedding point in the timeline:

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"Nim's posted up in the library," Borakov announces gruffly, returning from the hallway. "Ireena's in that other room. Denethor's in the Baron's bedroom. Already asleep. Somehow he's taking up the whole damn bed, him and Pidlwick."

Teddy laughs, but her mind turns over the number of habitable rooms left in the ruined manor, including the bedroom they're in now. Borakov had declared earlier it was hers, overseeing the party's room selection like a herd dog fussing over his sheep. "Where will you sleep?"

Borakov grimaces. "Thought I'd sleep in the hall, honestly. There's some beds in the servants' quarters that're still usable, but I don't want to be that far."

"Oh."

This is a finely-appointed room: a thick rug, patterned wallpaper (only lightly singed in the fire), drapery around the four-poster bed. The large four-poster bed. She swallows.

"You... could certainly stay in here. With me. There's plenty of room."

Borakov's eyebrows rise, and heat crawls up her neck.

"Uh. Sure." He hesitates. "If you don't mind?"

"Not at all."

He looks around the room. "Yeah, I could drag one of those cots in here."

Her heart sinks. That hadn't even occurred to her. "Oh. Sure. But I mean, if you wanted to--" He is looking at her, and her face is hot, and she is going to die by suggesting this, she's certain. "-- the bed is big, so we could... share?"

His expression is utterly incomprehensible for a long, agonizing moment, and then he clears his throat.

"Yeah, I, uh. I guess we could do that. You're sure?"

Theodora nods vigorously, not trusting herself to speak again.

"Well then," he might be blushing, it's hard to tell. "Thanks, Ted."

His silly little nickname shouldn't light her up inside, but it does, it always does, no matter how much she tells herself he nicknames everyone. She tries to talk herself into being normal about this as she helps him with his armor, and they take turns splashing their faces at the basin in the corner (the water in the pitcher has only a very thin film of ash at the top), and she crawls into the bed, on the side further from the door, Borakov extinguishing the light cast on his hammer.

The sheets smell like smoke, but they still feel luxurious compared to her hard bedroll. It's hard to enjoy them, however, as she senses the shifting weight of Borakov getting under the blankets beside her, and she makes every possible effort to make herself tiny and unobtrusive on her side of the mattress.

There's a long pause. It's pitch black, and suddenly very quiet. She's facing away from him, and she can't feel his weight, or his body heat, so there's probably a respectable amount of space between them. Not that that would matter if anyone were to walk in on them.

Or magically spy on them.

"Borakov," she whispers, horror dawning on her, "What if Strahd sees?"

There's a beat before he answers, soft in the darkness. "What?"

She sits up, now, mortified fear overtaking her. "I should have thought of it sooner-- what if Strahd sees? This? Us? And assumes--"

"So what if he sees?" Borakov growls, sitting up to match her. She can just make out his shape in the dark. "It's none of the devil's business. If he doesn't like it, he can stock Barovia with more beds so we don't have to double up."

A hysterical little giggle escapes her. "I just mean--"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. But even if we were..." Her heart leaps in her chest, but he changes course. "-- You don't owe him anything. That's all. You shouldn't worry what he thinks, Ted."

She suddenly feels very tired. "I think we have to, Borakov."

He's quiet for a moment. There's a rustle of blankets as he shifts, and she feels the warm brush of his fingers against hers. He pauses there, as if that's what he was looking for. As if he means to take her hand.

Then he thinks better of it, perhaps, and pulls away. "Get some sleep," he murmurs. "If anything happens, I'm right here."

Her throat suddenly thick, she nods. "Yeah. Okay."

Borakov lies back down, and she follows suit, if only to placate him. She won't sleep, she thinks -- how could she, here, with Borakov close enough to reach out and touch. Close enough to put them both in danger. Is it paranoia, to worry about Strahd's jealousy? Presumptive, even? Or is it stupid not to?

But sleep she does. The days are long in this place, and darkness always wins.

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The first thing she registers, upon regaining the ability to register anything, is how very warm she is. It isn't warm in their room at the Blue Water Inn, or out in the wilderness, or even in Ismark's manor. So why is she so warm?

She realizes why with perfect, thoughtless acceptance, as if she were still dreaming: Borakov's arms are around her, her face tucked into his chest. He radiates heat like a fire, and the blankets are soft and heavy, his arms solid. She has never been more blissfully comfortable in memory, and she can't recall why she shouldn't stay like this forever, a veil of semiconsciousness drawn between her and the vague sense that if she were more alert, something would be wrong.

She stays there as long as she can, drifting in the gossamer shallows between sleep and waking. Borakov's deep breathing ghosts her hair, his chest rising and falling gently; his heartbeat thrums hot beneath his skin and nothing else in the world moves at all.

It's perfect.

Perfect things are fleeting, in Barovia. Borakov's breath stutters once as he stirs, and it wakes her fully, like breaking through the surface of the ocean into bracing air. She goes stiff in his arms, suddenly remembering everything. All the Strahd reasons she shouldn't be in Borakov's arms. All the Borakov reasons, too.

Maybe she can pretend to be still asleep, she thinks quickly. Let him make the awkward decision of disentangling them. She keeps her eyes closed and holds very, very still. Too still.

"Hi, Ted." He says, rough with sleep. She can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest, pressed against him like this.

But he doesn't move. She cracks an eye open, but her head is tucked beneath is, so there's no looking right at him without moving. And there's no moving without implicitly acknowledging the position they're currently in.

"Hi," she mumbles, into his shirt.

Borakov continues not moving, so she doesn't either. Theodora thinks she can hear his heart beating faster, now, than it was when he slept. Hopefully he can't feel hers, since it's probably doing something stupid.

Eventually he makes a noise like a grunt. "We should... probably get up."

"We don't have to," she says, on some insane impulse, emboldened, maybe, by his warmth. Greedy for it. "We could stay here until they come to get us."

She cringes at herself, at her bald desperation. But Borakov continues not moving, until he does. It's a small shift, an adjustment of his arms and his weight. Getting comfortable, she realizes.

"Yeah," he says, moving a hand to her back. Holding her to him. On purpose. "We could do that."

Her mind feels sticky, a mess of need and paralysis and fear and what's left of sleep clinging to her. Bad. She shouldn't be doing this. But she feels too raw to do anything but nuzzle deeper into his chest and inhale.

She wonders if Tatyana was as selfish as she is. If the curse punishes her for her desperate wanting the same way it punishes Strahd for his.

Give me a ship and a prompt number and i'll write a minific!

[ivy-posts]

[3:38 a.m.]

pairing: san x seosang

top: san

bottom: yeosang

genre: smut

words: 1463

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yeosang mumbled to himself while staring at his computer screen. he took a quick sip of his cappuccino and shook his head.

"nope. it doesn't sound genuine enough," he sighed in disbelief and tapped the backspace key a few times to clear out the words he had typed.

waking up at three in the morning with a house full of seven crack heads is the worst decision yeosang has ever made. he would sit in his room writing a fanfic about two male kpop idols being a couple. he wouldn't talk about it to anyone. not even to wooyoung, his roommate.

the blonde yawned out of boredom and being tired and lightly scratched his cheek. looked at the time on the corner of his computer screen.

"three thirty-eight... and i still haven't posted anything in my writing account for a month, except for silly life updates," yeosang complained then closed his laptop and set it under his bed.

"i'm going to grab something to eat really quick. i'm hungry. maybe get another cup of cappuccino while i'm at it."

he quietly left the room and tip-toed to the kitchen. once yeosang made it there, he opened the cabinet of snacks and grabbed his two packs of dried, sea salted seaweed. he opened the other cabinet that was filled with coffee mugs of all kind. some being LGBT and BT21.

yeosang grabbed the shooky mug and set it on the kitchen counter. he opened the bin of coffee beans and poured a cup into the coffee machine, thankful that it wasn't empty. seonghwa and mingi went out grocery shopping recently and hongjoong, san, and wooyoung restocked everything after their necessary walmart run.

while turning on the grinding button, he heard soft taps from the hallway. a tired groaned followed by it.

"sangie," a voice groaned, sounding a little annoyed from the coffee machine being on, "we can't have coffee until six. what are you doing up at this time?"

yeosang looked over his shoulder to san. san was his best friend for five years and his lover for six months. the two met in high school months before graduation and college orientation. san was never the one to make fun of yeosang, unless he's done something weird or being effortlessly funny towards the roommates, and he can let someone be themselves.

he cleared his throat and added water to the boiling water kettle, making a cup for himself.

"i can't sleep. once i'm up, i have to do something like making coffee," the blonde simply answered, cautiously pouring water into the grinded coffee and mixing it with a spoon.

"it's been like for years. i tried counting sheep, but i am an adult. none of that crap works unless it's booze."

san let out a quiet chuckle and took a seat at the kitchen counter.

"well, you have me. you could've just asked for some cuddles. we all know you don't drink. you're a light weight for fuck sakes," he reminded.

"you never had a drink before. not even a fake daiquiri."

"and i don't plan to any time soon. i will forever be an uber to all of you drinkers, including jongho," the older added then stretched and rolled his shoulders while the coffee was brewing into the coffee jar.

"ouch. that hurts my feelings, sangie," san teased, getting up from the stool and walking over to the male. he circled his arms on yeosang's waist and swayed him to side to side, smiling fondly.

a deep red blush covered yeosang's face. he could feel one of san's hands going under his shirt, and his thumb gently pressed against yeosang's nipple, which caused him to let out a soft gasp and closed his eyes.

"s-san, baby, what're you — w-we can't. not right n-now," he whispered helplessly while san placed soft kisses on his neck and shoulder.

"please, yeosang. it's been weeks that we've done it. you've been avoiding me for too long, baby," the other whispered back.

the black and red haired male turned off the coffee machine and pressed his body against yeosang, his chest touching his back as his other hand pulled yeosang's pink lace panties down to his lower thighs. san scooped him up and took him to his bedroom, his foot pushing the door closed once they were in.

the two began making out passionately. yeosang's back against the wall while san held his wrists pin above his head with hand. yeosang moaned when felt precum dripping out of his tip.

"sannie, please, please," he whispered through the kiss as san pulled away to take yeosang's shirt off and cover his chest with hickeys and bites.

"come on, bunny. speak to me. what do you want me to do?"

yeosang felt chills going down on his back from the pet name. he has always been san's bunny. he was hardly a brat in the bed, unless he was impatient with the teasing.

"touch me, please. i need you inside me, san," he begged, rolling his hips against his boyfriend's.

"can i ride you, please? i've been good all day."

san groaned softly from the friction and nodded his head as his reply. how could he say no to an idea like that? what yeosang wants is what yeosang gets.

the couple pulled away and lied down on the bed. yeosang hurriedly took off san's sweatpants and boxers and handed him the condom. he stood on his patiently while san tore the package with his teeth and carefully slipped on the condom.

"are you prepped, bunny," he asked while yeosang sat on his lap and placed his hands on san's chest, straddling him.

"yes, i am. only for you, san."

"good job, bun. you're going to take my cock so well. you won't be walking for a week," san praised, making yeosang bite on his bottom at the idea.

yeosang positioned his hole to san's big cock and slowly slid down, letting out a broken moan. his nails dug onto san's skin while adjusting to his size. san held his waist and groaned at the friction.

maybe san was right. no. he was definitely. yeosang has been avoiding his and san's sexual needs for too long. all the working and errand runnings have took up so much of their time. they'll have to make it up by this and possibly going to breakfast and dinner.

"so tight ~ start moving, babe ~"

and yeosang did what he was told. he rode and bounced on san's cock like there was no tomorrow. the cal king size mattress squeaked, and head board thud against the wall over and over.

the two men were a hot mess. both of their sweaty bodies grinding up against each other, slobbily kissing and leaving marks on their skin that wouldn't leave in a day or two. san flipped yeosang and thrusted deeper inside him. his cock going in and out of yeosang's turning him on more and more till san hit yeosang's prostate.

"right there! right there, san! oh fuck~ 'm cumming," yeosang screamed in pure bliss, close to his orgasm.

a knot form inside san's stomach, and his thrusts became sloppy after giving yeosang permission. he came on his chest and stomach, tears staining the bed sheets. he spasm and panted softly. san pulled out and came into the condom.

"fuck... that was so great, honey. you did so well. let's get cleaned up before hyung catches us."

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san and yeosang slept in that morning, cuddling under the sheets and wearing new pajamas. the sun's ray seeped through the curtains. yeosang groggily opened his eyes and rubbed the sleep off his eyes. his brown orbs stared at san, who was peacefully asleep and had his arms on his waist.

"such a cutie," he whispered and heard a knock on the door.

yeosang slipped out of san's arms and stretched and cracked his knuckles. he walked to the door and opened it just to see jongho with a smug smirk.

"you forgot these panties, hyung," the youngest teased, holding the evidence in a plastic bag.

"i don't know if you know, but i'll say once for you horn dogs. these walls can talk. we heard every little thing."

yeosang blushed in embarrassment and sucked in his teeth. he grabbed his panties and closed the door. he rolled his eyes and turned to see san waking up and getting out of the bed.

"was that jongho? that little shit," san mumbled and sighed.

"where should we go for breakfast, bunny? it's on me today. "

"it doesn't matter. i just wanna spend time with you this week and next. forever actually."

[marvelship-oneshots]

"I MISSED YOU" KISS (STONY)

"I MISSED YOU" KISS: long and relentless, holding their bodies close, arms completely around their waist, heads buried in each other's neck or chest, leaving small kisses there too.

Tony was worried. He always worried when Steve was out on his tour. But it was in Steve's bones to answer when someone needed him and if it was his country to call, he just had to be there. Steve just couldn't say no to anyone and certainly he could not back off from a fight. Tony didn't like it, but he didn't want to change him either, he had married Captain Steve Rogers, he knew what he was getting himself into. He hated when Steve was overseas, he hated going to bed in an empty bed and hated even more waking up to a cold spot where Steve was supposed to be. He hated not knowing what was happening out there nor if Steve was still alive. Tony rolled in the bed, throwing his arm on Steve's place, finding it empty. He felt a pain in his guts. It was not a new sensation, he had gotten used to it. The moonlight was coming in from the big window, shining on the half-empty bed and on Tony's face. Tony tried to keep his eyes shut as possible, trying to fall asleep. He tried to control his breathing, count the sheep, recite the alphabet, whatever he could think of, but nothing worked. He rolled over, again and again, trying to find a comfortable position but the bed seemed to have turned to stone all of a sudden. He looked at the clock on the nightstand and he growled when he saw that it was only 3 am. He growled and finally managed to bring himself out of bed. He put on one of Steve's Army t-shirts and headed to the kitchen. Tony prepared a fresh pot of coffee, scrolling through some emails. Tony walked to his lab, bringing the whole pot with him. He opened some files on his holographic table, staring at them, trying to decide from which one he had to start. He took out all of his notes on the projects he had to finish for Stark International. Huffing, Tony rolled a stool closer to the table and got to work. By the end of the night, Tony had sorted through half of the projects and drank two full pots of coffee, without even eating anything. He had even shut down JARVIS in order not to be disturbed. He had some tight deadlines that he had to meet and had every intention to finish the projects before the end of the day. He was so concentrated on what he was doing that he didn't even hear the steps coming down the stairs. What he did feel were two big hands sliding on his waist. At first, he thought it was a hallucination, many times before he had felt Steve's hands on his body, even if he was not physically there, but then he felt the heat from Steve's hands on his belly. Tony stopped moving, lifting his eyes from the table and put one hand on Steve's, just to check if he was really there. Tony turned on his stool, facing Steve's chest, with a huge smile on his face. He jumped on his feet and put his hands on Steve's cheeks, standing on his tiptoes and finally pressed his lips on Steve's. They kissed for what it seemed like forever, breaking it off just to breathe. Steve was keeping his arms wrapped tight around Tony's waist, keeping him close for the first time after so long. When they finally broke off the kiss, heavily breathing, Tony jumped in Steve's arms, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck and his legs around his hips. He buried his face between his arms and Steve's neck, leaving a series of small, wet kisses mixed with warm tears. Steve caressed Tony's soft skin from under his t-shirt, after spinning around and sitting on the stool where previously Tony was sitting. Steve gently stroke Tony's hair, calming him down after hearing him sob. "Hey, I'm here now" "You're here" Tony replied nodded. "Yes- Steve brushed away a tear from Tony's face- and I'm not leaving ever again" Tony looked at him, perplexed. "You...?" Steve nodded, smiling. "I convinced them to discharge me, I'm never leaving you again, I promise" Tony looked back at Steve with his mouth open. "Are you serious? It's not nice to joke about stuff like this, y'know" Steve caressed his cheek, smiling softly. "Yes, I'm serious" Tony threw himself back at Steve, holding him close with a hand behind Steve's head. "You didn't get much sleep, did you?" Tony shook

his head in Steve's neck. "Let's get to bed now honey, ok?" Steve asked, standing up and heading back to their bedroom. Once they arrived, Tony was already half asleep and moaned when Steve laid him on the bed, to get in the shower. When he came back, Tony was fully asleep and even lightly snoring. Steve smiled, getting into bed and covering Tony with the sheet. As Tony felt Steve's weight moving the mattress, he rolled over, burying his face on Steve's chest and tangling their legs together. Steve kissed Tony's head as Tony grabbed Steve's dog tags with a little smile. "Good night, my love" he whispered, closing his eyes, making sure to hold Tony close to him.