#CAIN MUTT.

[vitalphenomena]

@guttersniper said: you've got a one-track mind.

Cain laughs harshly. He’s remarkably put-off.

As a professor, as a part-time yet incredibly devoted resident of Kieran’s community, Cain has grown accustomed to a certain age range, a certain type of person. And he’s almost allowed himself to forget that other people exist — people even younger than his students, people even more precocious than Kieran’s darling little flings. 

“Do you talk to your parents like this?” He anticipates a sob story. 

[guttersniper]

@vitalphenomena as cain said: These are for you.

the holdovers.

mutt's slow to hear the offer in spite of habitual hypervigilance, slower still to glance up and make eye contact. the unruly brush of one brow twitches, lifts, then lowers just as quickly. his voice, when he speaks at last, is the same lowered pitch that doesn't quite seem like it belongs to the narrow bind of his chest. " i didn't know you knit. "

[jasperyourmutt]

jasper your barks are soooo cutie i literally barked along with you it was so fun :3

WOOF!!!!! That’s so cute hehe :3 wagging my tail at you!!!!!

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Mutt ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Affen, Affie, Aidi, Airendale, Akita, Aksaray, Alano, Armant, Artois, Barbet, Basenji, Beau, Bella, Biewer, Brad, Brenard, Brittany, Cain, Cairn, Caleb, Canaan, Cane, Canis, Carol, Charles, Charlie, Clifford, Collie, Conall, Conan, Cooper, Dale, Darwin, Daxie, Dire, Dylan, Emory, Eros, Eskie, Finn, Ford, Fox, Ghan, Glen, Gold, Gordon, Gray/Grey, Griffon, Hamilton, Havana, Hound, Jack, Kai, Kalev, Kelpie, Ken, Kerry, Kit, Leo, Leon, Llewelyn, Lowell, Lucy, Mal, Malinois, Marley, Max, Mia, Oscar, Paxton, Picard, Pila, Pup, Red/Redd, Rhys, Rosie, Ruppell, Russell, Sadie, Scottie, Shepherd, Sophie, Spitz, Stafford, Stella, Terry, Tosa, Venerie, Walker, Wolf

Pronouns

arf/arfs, bark/barks, bork/borks, cani/canis, canine/canines, claw/claws, dog/dogs, floof/floofs, fluff/fluffs, fur/furs, grr/grrs, houn/hound/hounds, howl/howls, loyal/loyals, mutt/mutts, paw/paws, pawprint/pawprits, play/plays, pup/pups, puppy/puppys, tail/tails, wag/wags, woof/woofs, yip/yips, 🎾/🎾s, 🐕/🐕s, 🐕‍🦺/🐕‍🦺s, 🐩/🐩s, 🐶/🐶s, 🐾/🐾s, 📢/📢s, 📣/📣s, 🔆/🔆s, 🔊/🔊s, 🦮/🦮s, 🦴/🦴s

Titles

A Dog of Mixed Origin, The Dog of Unknown Breed, The Excited Pup, The Mixed Breed, The Mutt Not Like Any Other, The One Who Woofs, [prn] Who’s Origin is Unknown

Genders

Aushepbocolliedoggic, Boydogthing, Boymutt/Girlmutt, Carineeic, Dogfinalboy, Dogfinalgirl, Dogpufflecharic, Dogstimmic, Goldshepardkinic, Lycantrans, Muttdollic, Muttfreak, Muttstardewic, Phantompuptailic, Thingmutt, Traumamutt, Yellowdogplushic

Other mogai

Aldercanidae, Aldercaninoir, Alderdog, Canitoaldernic, Dog Omninoun, Dogperspesque, Dogvesi, Straydogstelic

[c-sket]

i saw a kaedahara kazuha one a while back; can you do razor?

razor ( genshin impact ) id pack

names : blade , vince( nt ) , lupus , canis , lupa , lobo , andrius , spirit( e ) , espíritu , rae , ray , claw( esse / ette ) , claud , wolf( e ) , thorne , mysterie , wild( e ) , sharp , fang( esse / ette ) , lupic , hunt( er / ress ) , scavenge( r ) , carne , carnal , sangre , sangue , sanguine , instinct , cain( e ) , canus , vixen( ne )

pronouns : lupical / lupicals , wolf / wolfs , claw / claws , fa / fang , fang / fangs , growl / growls , scratch / scratches , thunder / thunders , lightning / lightnings , strike / strikes , pounce / pounces , paw / paws , pup / pups , prowl / prowls , howl / howls , mutt / mutts , bone / bones , lup / lupus , protect / protects , woof / woofs , bi / bite , bite / bites , blood / bloods , feral / ferals , dirt / dirts , scavenge , scavenges , meat / meats

[spookyboywhump]

AI-Less Whumptober Day Three- Sensory Deprivation

Originally this was supposed to be done with Zander and Vanessa but for some reason it just wasn't working out. Zander and one of the most annoying pairs of people to exist instead (Cain and Nicholas).

Fandom: OC's/Original Work

Word Count: 1,310

CW: pet whump, sensory deprivation, mentions of claustrophobia

***

 Nicholas was starting to get creative. If beatings and whippings weren’t going to work, then he’d have to try other methods, and Cain had given his permission for this, he told Nicholas that it had quieted him down for at least a couple of days in the past. Zander had fought the entire time he was dragged to the basement, it took both Cain and Nicholas working together to pull him downstairs, all while he tried to claw his way out of their grasp, yelling at them to fuck off and let him go. 

 Nicholas kept a tight grip on his collar, his other hand holding a fistful of his hair, despite Zander’s best attempts to get free. He kept him kneeling by one of the wooden posts in the basement, if he tried to get up he’d just get kicked back down.

 “Darling, I think we should use rope this time.” Nicholas told him, his tone light and upbeat, as though this was just a game to them.

 “I was thinking the same thing.” Cain said, searching through Nicholas’ supplies and coming back with more than enough rope. It took both of them to keep Zander in place, including Cain slapping him across the face a few times, hitting the back of his head against the post. “Quit fighting us, if you didn’t want to get punished then you shouldn’t have misbehaved!” He told him, but he didn’t even sound angry anymore, just amused. Really, misbehaving was a strong word for what he’d actually been doing, he’d say he’d just been acting annoying.

 “If being a bit annoying gets me tied up in a fucking basement then shouldn’t you be left down here too?” He said to Cain, only to get slapped again, even harder than before. He was bound so tightly he was forced to stay on his knees, sitting up straight, rope even wound around his neck to keep him from pulling away too far. His back already ached from the position. 

 Cain and Nicholas seemed to be in a great mood now that he was restrained, Cain pulled a blindfold over his eyes, and Nicholas muzzled him for snapping at Cain when he did so. He pulled against the rope holding him in place but they knew how to tie knots secure enough to keep him down, struggling was no use.

 “We’re going easy on you, mutt.” Nicholas laughed at him. “Teaching you a real lesson would take up so much of our time. Think of this like a time out, you can sit and think about what you’ve done wrong.” Nicholas said. The pair laughing at him and mocking him was the last thing he heard before headphones were placed over his ears, instantly blocking out all noise. It made him shudder as the abrupt silence settled over him, he knew he should consider himself lucky he wasn’t being whipped or beaten, but knowing this was his punishment, he was absolutely terrified. 

 He assumed they went back upstairs, leaving him down there alone. It’s not like it mattered, he couldn’t see or hear anything other than his own heart pounding in his chest and his attempts to take deep breaths through his nose. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he started to feel lightheaded and sick, he pulled against his restraints again but he was stuck there until they finally decided to come back for him.

 Much to his own annoyance, he did think about what he’d done wrong. He knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut, he should’ve stayed quiet and stopped making jabs and taunts at them. He thought it was funny though, and it was making Wren laugh. He probably would’ve stopped if one of them had just slapped him hard enough, he would’ve found some other way to entertain himself. This really wasn’t all that necessary. He worried about Wren being left up there with them, particularly with Nicholas, but he hoped Cain would keep him occupied. He hoped they wouldn’t decide to hurt Wren now that Zander couldn’t protect him. 

 It was hard to tell how much time was passing. It could’ve only been an hour or it could’ve been much later into the night already and he wouldn’t know. It was cold down there in Nicholas’ basement, he kind of wished that he’d been quieter just so he could be in the warmer part of the house. He briefly wondered if Cain intended to stay the night there, if they were going to leave him trapped down there all night long, and he was thankful he was alone because he couldn’t stop himself from whimpering. 

 He got more desperate as time went on. There were raw spots on his arms where he’d struggled against the rope, the muzzle sat uncomfortably against his face, part of him too hot and part of him too cold. He was shaking, he didn’t know if it was from the cold or from just how scared and miserable he was. Having only some of his senses cut off made everything else feel overwhelming, it made him feel claustrophobic. He was struggling to breathe again when he was startled by the first change in what felt like forever, finally the headphones were pulled off his head. At first he was tense and on edge, ready to be grabbed or hit again, he expected the worst, but he was quickly put at ease. 

 “H-hey, don’t worry, it’s just me.” Wren said softly. Zander relaxed instantly, he knew he was safe as long as it was Wren. “I’m sorry about all this…” He said, getting the muzzle off first and then the blindfold. Zander took a shaky deep breath, and if Wren noticed that he was still blinking back tears, he didn’t say anything. 

 “Th-thanks…” He murmured, struggling to speak from how dry his mouth was after that.

 “Of course.” He told him, turning his attention to the knots in the rope now.

 “You aren’t- you won’t get in any trouble for this, right? I-I don’t-”

 “It’s okay, they told me to do it.” He said, carefully working his way through the knots. “They were going to bed so we uh, we’re stuck down here tonight. They said I could free you.” He told him. 

 “Okay…” Wren finally got through the last knot and Zander was able to relax and slouch down again, his back and knees aching from holding that position for so long. “How long was I down here? They- they didn’t hurt you, did they?”

 “It’s been a few hours, at least.” Wren said, he seemed unsure of exactly how long it had been himself, but knowing it was hours was enough to make Zander feel a little less bad about how distraught it made him feel. “They didn’t hurt me though, they were pretty obsessed with each other.” He looked almost grossed out by whatever he’d seen up there. “I’d much rather be down here, as long as it’s away from them.”

 “Agreed.” Zander sighed. “I could’ve done without… all of that, though.” He said, stretching his arms over his head to try and deal with the pain of being still for so long. Now that he wasn’t worrying about if or when he’d be freed, all he could think about was how exhausted and hungry he was. He’d have to hope one of them would think to feed them in the morning.

 Until then, the two of them would have to spend their night down there. It was probably better than being anywhere near Cain and Nicholas, and when Wren sat close to him and pressed up against his side, he didn’t feel as cold as he did before. This was so much more bearable, despite the less than ideal conditions, he found that he finally felt perfectly relaxed.

[cain-gunn]

"Having any more fun tonight than you were at the last party?" Cain asked, but he wasn't looking to pick another fight with Holland about how they spend their lives. "I come in peace, I swear," he assured her, holding up his palms in defense. "Just wanted to say your mutts look really good. Especially all the bugs. They're all super gross, which is very cool."

@holland-westbrook

[multi-fandom-collective]

Hey, this is our hellhole of an account. We're mostly going to post about omegaverse and such, because more than half of these brain parasites have misceanimalis features/experiences. There'll probably some reblogs of Hannibal or other brainrot medias No DNI, but we block liberally :p Under the cut is tags for posts and will be updated frequently

🌙 Talking - text posts that aren't misceanimalis or fandom related 🩸 Omegma - Misceanimalis 🥩 Brainrot - Fandom related ✨ Me fr - Individual identity/term 🌟 Us fr - Collective indentity/term 🍖 Psychological horror romcom - Hannibal ☁ Codependency: the show - Supernatural 🐾 Kitty Politics - Warrior Cats 🦴 Trauma babies - The Amazing Digital Circus 🎱 Sharpie spit horse - Homestuck 🐻 Har har har har har - FNaF ⭐ Beyond Canon - Dirk | he/it/chuff | miscefelis, omega 🍖 A Wolf At the Door - Will | he/stag/deer/snarl | miscecanis & miscecervidae, theta/iota (alpha + omega biologically) 🐾 Lights Out - Cain | he/it/mutt/snarl | miscecanis, omega-to-beta 💫 No Girls Toy - Jax | he/they/bun/digi/tal | miscelupine, questioning dynamic

[ask-ciaphas-cain]

Open discussion:

If Warhammer 40k had daemons in the His Dark Materials/The Golden Compass sense, i.e. representations of a person's soul in animal form, what would corruption by Chaos look like?

As it's implied that heretics that haven't fully apotheosed to full daemonhood are still in possession of their soul, just that it's owned by their respective patron god, I'm of the opinion that the soul animal daemons mutate the further their person falls to Chaos. They probably have the mark of their god or of Chaos Undivided grow more prominent on their bodies in some way, and apotheosis involves the merging of the person and the soul animal daemon into one singular entity.

There's also the idea that the god would just eat the person's daemon outright, but I don't think that's what happens as in HDM/TGC this kills the man or leaves them as a husk of a person. Maybe that's what Slaanesh did to the Eldar though.

Additional question: What would established characters'/your OCs daemons be?

Cain's would be a hare named Jezebel, who travels in his sash, on his shoulder, or buttoned up in his coat.

Jurgen's daemon would be a very large, very sad looking mutt dog who is far more canny and dangerous than their mangy appearance implies.

Amberley Vail would have a cat or a fox, I'm not sure which.

[red-dead-do-over246]

I absolutely love reading every golden post you created here. You have such a nice style it's delightful to go through and easy to imagine the scene as the words go ❤️ I literally could spend my whole day only admiring your work.

If I can try asking for something, of course if that's okay and if you had time and will yourself - Micah isn't really a dog person, but I heard somewhere the reason might actually be a huge fear of them. I had in mind a scenerio of Micah being visibly uneasy, even hitting an innocent dog, while his s/o is observing him (no preferences, it can be whoever!), very confused or even angry after he harms the poor doggo. And Micah being Micah has trouble admitting there are times he's not so tough and that he panics internally every time he sees a dog approaching him.

Thank you so much anon! It makes me feel overjoyed to know that you enjoy my writing style! I can do this!❤️ I always wanted to give Micah some dog therapy because I also heard from somewhere that he actually had a fear of dogs cause he got bite as a child or something.

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Who Let The Dogs Out?

You witness Micah being mean to a dog and decide to confront him on the situation.

It was clear to everyone that Micah doesn’t like dogs. Cain being in the camp left a visible stain of unease and anger on his person. It was during this time that you realized that getting him out of the camp was important---and easy, considering he was happy to have some time alone with you.

A job would’ve been productive but going into town was the best option. 

“Would it be alright if I picked up some stuff while we are here?” You asked him. The man in question simply huffed, causing you to give him a look, which in turn made him smile.

“Sure thing. But I’ll be waiting over there.” Micah said before you both dismounted the horses and tied them up. The outlaw then stepped aside and went to smoke in the space between two buildings as you entered the store.

No one noticed the sheepdog that was approaching him.

You were browsing at some of the local horse goods when your eyes flickered towards the window. What you witnessed absolutely appalled you. A small sheepdog, happily wagging its tail, approached Micah. Now, you knew that he wouldn’t be pleased what with his strange dislike towards dogs, but you didn’t expect to see what you did. 

After an intense staring contest between the two, Micah kicked the dog.

You never paid for items so fast in your life.

As you approached him, the dog was already cowering off with its tail between its legs and whining harshly. Thankfully, despite the obvious pain, the dog will be just fine. Micah, on the other hand, was about to receive your wrath.

“Micah! What the hell?” You shouted at him, catching him off guard.

“What did I do?” Was his response back to you, glaring slightly. You were shocked by this. Did he really not understand your anger? You took a deep breath to calm yourself, knowing it took a steady mind to deal with Micah Bell.

“I get that you don’t like dogs...for some reason...but did you really have to abuse the poor thing?” You said to him, sadness lingering on your voice. It was the same emotion that Micah would always soften towards. But this time, he just avoided eye contact and moved his shoulders about.

It was a clear sign of his discomfort. And was that fear in his eyes?

“Mutt had it coming...” He muttered, clearly wanting this whole conversation just to end. If you were someone else, you probably would just leave it. However, your relationship with Micah left you guys very close, and you knew how to pry without receiving his anger.

You gently put a hand to his cheek, forcing him to look at you.

“That’s not true...there’s more, isn’t there?” You asked him gently, and you could practically hear him swallow his nerves as his breathing increased. It was something you never witnessed in him before, which worried you.

Slowly, he mumbled something under his breath.

“What?” You asked him softly, not wanting him to back off from this in an abrasive fashion. He sighed, looked away, and repeated his words.

“I...I’m just afraid of dogs...” He admitted, and you were shocked by this. You always assumed that Micah had no fear of anything. So much so, that you completely ignored his visible unease whenever a dog was around him. His response to that was your only clue that he didn’t like them.

“Is there a reason? Perhaps I could help you.” You told him, moving to grab his hands instead. Micah just looked around and took note of all the people. He gently pulled you towards the horses.

“Not here...somewhere else, please.” He asked gently, and it was clear you caught him at a vulnerable moment. You simply nodded as you guys mounted up.

Now on horseback, away from all the hustle and bustle of town, he could breathe and finally let this off his chest. You guys fell into a slow trot as Micah explained his fear to you.

“When I was a boy, I loved dogs...I assumed every dog was a friendly one...you can guess how this turned out...big ol’ mean one takes a bite out of me. Trust me sweetheart...it was the only time in my life that I cried...” Micah said, not looking at you once during his story. You felt your heart break a bit.

Out of all people, you never expected him to have this sort of childhood trauma. But now it all makes sense.

“So...you can’t help the way you react around dogs; I get it. But perhaps there’s a better way to deal with it.” You told him, and he glanced at you.

“Let me help you heal.” You told him and Micah wanted to laugh. Not because you wanted to help, but rather because he thinks he is beyond helping. Micah has delt with this for decades, and he doesn’t believe that something you do can change the way he feels towards these animals.

Still, you managed to make him all soft, so who really knows.

“You think you could get me to pet a dog again...?” Micah asked you quietly, and you could tell he secretly hoped that would be possible. After all, he did used to like the animal quite a bit before his incident.

Perhaps he wanted to experience it again. A dog’s warmth and love.

“Of course, dear. Cain is a perfect place to start.” You said, but that caused him to groan.

“Look, can’t we do this outside of camp. I don’t need everyone to see me acting all soft.” He told you, and you started to giggle a bit. Micah didn’t bring up any fear of the dog or even look afraid as he scolded you about your plan. He just sounded like the old and edgy Micah you knew and loved.

With your help, he will learn to love dogs again.

[saffronthreads]

Ma? Ma there's a weird fuckin' stray cat outside!

Welcome to the selfship sideblog! I'm Saffron and I have a thing for men with long hair who could kill me. I'll also answer to the names Rin and Jack. My main is @signofthestriking and I'll be interacting from that account. More information about me under the cut!

This is an 18+ blog and I ask that minors not follow or interact if at all possible. I won't be mad if you like/reblog a SFW post but still, this ain't the blog for you.

Blinkies.cafe. Also I use the tag #flashing lights for all posts with blinkies.

Little background about me:

While I didn't take part in the community or use this label, I've been quietly self-shipping as long as I can remember being into DBZ. Hell, Trunks was the guy who helped me realize I was both gay and a man. Never talked about it until now, for obvious reasons.

I initially took interest in Raditz as a gag. It's no longer a gag.

You may see older content shipping Raditz with Cain. This was made before I switched my main s/i to from Cain to Saffron. Not meant as an incest thing.

Right now, self-shipping isn't my main priority in terms of creative works. My focus will be on stories like Spectrum-Verse for the time being, a project I'm very passionate about and love working on. However, I hope that by keeping this blog, I'll have an easier time making content about my loves in the future.

I'm cool with sharing f/os as long as you are. The more the merrier.

Click here for more details about my selfships, including the S/I's.

Tags I'll be using:

#ratman simps: general content about my f/os

#ratman after dark: NSFW content

#sfw saffron: I tag all my SFW imagines, and I don't mind if minors happen to interact with these if they see them in passing.

#mad mutt: Content related to Raditz and Saffron

#stone faced droid: Content related to Trunks and Rin

Not really a DNI but to try and cover bases:

"Problematic" fiction (including fanfic) isn't something to boil down into these "pro/anti" sides. While I think the people on both sides have (mostly) good intentions at heart, I cant give my full support to either one.

Have dark fantasies if you want. Write dark fiction if you want. Write dark fanfiction if you really want. Your thoughts don't make you a bad person unless they lead you to do bad things. Understand that these fantasies often come with responsibility, to make sure they don't bring any harm in the real world. Fiction doesn't equal reality, but it takes conscious effort to separate the two.

I'm not saying you can't write fucked up fanfic. But there needs to be a discussion about when and how to write fucked up fanfic with characters that aren't yours.

Mainstream social media isn't a safe place for some of the more extreme "problematic" fiction/fantasies. I understand that sometimes it's the only space, but I think there needs to be better separation. And on that note, fandom ain't the bedroom. Don't treat it like one.

[maddie-kungs-emporium]

Kung’s Intro to Vampire: the Masquerade: Addendum I (Caitiffs and the Thin Blooded)

Welcome to Kung’s Intro to Vampire: the Masquerade! This is a deep dive where I’m going to go fully into explaining kindred society, told in eight parts. However, this is not one of those eight parts- this is an addendum, which covers the thin blooded. The Clanless kindred and even more so the Thin Blooded are actively contradictory to normal vampires, both physically and socially, and because of this, are not part of my standard explanation. However, should you wish to play one, you’ll be on the border between vampire and mortal, and you’ll be making do with that you have.

History and Physiology

The Thin Blooded have many weaknesses, but have a few strengths as well. However, in order to understand the context of why the Thin Bloods are the way they are, and later in this addendum why they are reviled, we need to talk a little bit more about the significance of generation and why it is so important. 

According to Abrahamic Christian, Jewish, and Muslim kindred, all kindred are descended from the first murderer, Caine, with the first generation being Caine, the second generation being his direct children, and the third generation being the progenitors of the Clans. Every step down, the generation gets higher, until the 13th Generation. 

Until recently, it was thought that the 13th Generation was as low as the blood could go. Past around the 10th Generation, Caitiffs, kindred embraced without clan characteristics, would be more common, and it was viewed as unhealthy to embrace so low. However, in modern times, more of the 13th Generation would try to embrace, and in the End Times, a few of them succeeded. Thus, this began the Time of Thin Blood.

The Thin Blooded were unable to sustain vampiric disciplines, and were more affected by blood resonance, the emotional state which is imparted on one’s blood. Most could not heal as well, create blood bonds or ghouls, or successfully embrace, with only a few exceptions. Some were created without fangs, and a tortured few were even in a state where their vitae was too weak to stop their bodies from rotting. 

However, the Thin Bloods were also less badly affected by sunlight, fire and the Beast, and because of this, are valuable in ways beyond other kindred, as some can even operate during the day. A few could even sleep, eat and make love. Furthermore, using a combination of blood resonance and occult catalysts, the tradition of Thin Blood Alchemy formed to simulate disciplines within a decade.

Caitiff Culture

Being Caitiff in the Camarilla is generally not an option, barring a few extremely rare examples. At best, they can earn the status of neonates, at worst, they can earn the stake and sunrise. As a result, the Caitiff are forced to find positions elsewhere, often within the Anarchs, or historically, the Sabbat Orthodoxy.

There are no overarching Caitiff organizations. Most Caitiff are uninterested in associating with each other, and of the ones that are, most are discouraged by organized sects under whatever excuse. Because of this, most Caitiff are relatively solitary, and if any one stereotype about the Caitiff is accurate, it is the stereotype of the isolated, self reliant and independent Caitiff.

There was a relatively influential Caitiff Power movement in the 1960s, inspired by the relatively high-ranking Sabbat member Joseph Pander. Its adherents called themselves Panders (often disparagingly being called Mutts by others), and while they were accepted by the Sabbat Orthodoxy, most other sects scorned them, in part because of their associated with the Sabbat but also in part because they were seen as “making up” their own history and culture. Currently, few Panders remain today.

Duskborn Culture

The Thin-Bloods have it even rougher than the Caitiff. Often, the Camarilla will use Blood Sorcery to mystically brand them with the sign of the moon, and even normally accepting Anarchs hesitate to associate with Thin-Bloods and often keep them out of sight and out of mind. Many domains even outright kill Thin-Bloods upon discovery, prompting the Thin-Bloods to hide away.

Even more recent than the Pander Movement is Duskborn culture, which is only about thirty or maybe forty years old as of the 2020s. According to the Duskborn, the Thin Blooded are the next generation of kindred and are a legitimate faction within kindred society, and they exist within every sect, even in the Camarilla due to the presence of thinblooded “auxiliaries”. 

The Duskborn preach that the thin-bloods deserve to be regarded as proper kindred, declaring that they are equals to the other kindred despite whatever differences may exist. The Duskborn also exploit the differences of their nature in order to gain advantages, striking elders by day or pushing the limits of Alchemy. Naturally, this terrifies others, especially since this means Thin-Bloods have a cross-sect organization stronger than some clans. The implications of this remain to be seen, however.

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Pastel Rainbow Dog ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names:

Aero, Akita, Amber, Amitola, Anuenue, Bea, Blossom, Blue, Blush, Brittany, Cain, Cairn, Canine, Capri, Celeste, Champagne, Coral, Crayon, Daffodil, Daisy, Dane, Dog, Doggie, Dusty, Goldie, Gordon, Green, Hina, Iridiana, Jack, Kaleido, Kelpie, Lab, Lavender, Lilac, Mal, Malinois, Manzat, Marigold, Mauve, Mutt, Orange, Pascal, Pasty, Paw, Peach, Peaches, Pearl, Periwinkle, Poly, Pooch, Pup, Puppy, Purple, Rain, Rainbeau, Rainbow, Red, Rose, Rosie, Rott, Russell, Scottie, Shepherd, Soft, Softy, Spitz, Splatt, Splott, Summer, Tosa, Tulip, Yellow, Yip

Zi don’t normally do noun names but did try a bit here? Sorry if it’s underwhelming!

Pronouns:

arf/arfs, bark/barks, blu/blue/blues, bud/buddy/buddys, canine/canines, col/color/colors, cor/coral/corals, cyan/cyans, dog/dogs, fluff/fluffs, gree/green/greens, ind/indigo/indigos, or/orange/oranges, paint/paints, pale/pales, pas/pastel/pastels, pastel/pastels, paw/paws, pup/puppy/puppys, pup/pups, pur/purple/purples, rain/rainbow/rainbows, re/red/reds, viol/violet/violets, wag/wags, woof/woofs, ye/yellow/yellows, yip/yips, ❤️/❤️s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌫️/🌫️s, 🍡/🍡s, 🍬/🍬s, 🍭/🍭s, 🎉/🎉s, 🎊/🎊s, 🎨/🎨s, 🏳️‍🌈/🏳️‍🌈s, 🐕/🐕s, 🐕‍🦺/🐕‍🦺s, 🐩/🐩s, 🐶/🐶s, 🐾/🐾s, 💙/💙s, 💚/💚s, 💛/💛s, 💜/💜s, 📒/📒s, 📕/📕s, 📗/📗s, 📘/📘s, 📙/📙s, 📚/📚s, 🖌️/🖌️s, 🖍️/🖍️s, 🦄/🦄s, 🦮/🦮s, 🧡/🧡s, 🩵/🩵s, 🩷/🩷s

Titles:

A Barking Rainbow, A Dog of Pastel Lighting and Colorful Hues, That Pastel Dog, The Colorful Puppy, The Dog of Pastel Colors, The Light Rainbow (In The Shape of A Dog), The Pastel One, The Puppy Covered in Colors, [prn] Who Barks in Many Shades

Genders:

Caninaesic, Dogstimmic, Kiddiepuppic, Pastelcutic, Pastelgender, Pastelpixelgender, Pastrasea, Puparciel/Pupaurciel, Pupgender, Pupsleepyic, Rainboscarfcloudic, Rainbowaesic, Rainbowgender, Rainbowquartzic, Rainbowsquish, Somnollisgender, Yellowdogplushic

Other MOGAI:

Alderainbow, Caninevesi, Canivior, Dog Omninoun, Dogperspesque, Dogvesi, Pastelaestelic, Pupperspesque, Puppyperspesque, Pupvior, Rainbowvesi, Rainbowvior/Rainbowalius/Rainbowperspesque, 🌈 Omninoun

[c-sket]

canine / dog idpack by any chance ?

-maruki anon

canine id pack

names : sylvester , sylvia , cain( e ) , fluffette , chienne , chien , kibble , kipper , barkie , pawsie , paw( s ) , pawesse , primal , camilla , maite , femi , ziggy , zig - zag , chiro , smuckers , snickers , reese , chip

pronouns : ruff / ruffs , bark / barks , woof / woofs , wag / wags , canine / canines , growl / growls , fluff /fluffs , fur / furs , mutt / mutts , hou / hounds , gnarl / gnarls , bite / bites , claw / claws , paw / paws , bite / bites , tail / tails , pup / pups , dog / dogs , hound / hounds , chew / chews , grr / grrs , gnaw / gnaws , arf / arfs , bone / bones

hai maruki anon :3c lae had a bit of trouble finding names , , but frail hopes you like it ! !

[spookyboywhump]

So here’s the first part of a few parts lmao. I did say I started writing the next part. Still haven’t finished it. However I do know how it’s supposed to go and have a plan for it so at least this won’t be a mystery for both of us-

This is kinda more emotional than whumpy. That’s what the next parts are for.

CW: pet whump, dehumanization, discussions of nail whump but nothing actually happens, Zander gets really really sad oops-

***

Zander was silent on the ride back home. Wren shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsettled by the tense silence but knowing better than to make a sound. Zander had lost his fight, he was holding his arm close to his chest, his eye nearly swollen shut. Cain was absolutely infuriated, and neither of them wanted to do anything to attract his attention.

When they arrived home Zander was roughly dragged back to the room, while Wren trailed along behind. They were taken directly back to their cell rather than going straight to the expected punishment, Wren wished he could feel relief over that, but he knew it wasn’t actually a good sign as Cain harshly shoved Zander into their cell before grabbing Wren by the arm and doing the same to him.

“I’ll deal with you in the fucking morning, better rest while you can, mutt.” He sneered at Zander, before letting the door slam shut. Wren couldn’t help but relax now that they were alone, Zander went and collapsed on the edge of their bed, taking slow, deep breaths. Wren sat down beside him, there wasn’t much else he could do. He assumed Zander was just trying to relax after the fight, he knew it had been difficult on him, usually after a fight he wanted to shower and go straight to bed since he’d be so exhausted, but for now he just sat there, his head down, hair hanging in his face.

“That… that seemed really rough, I’m sorry…” Wren said after a while, unable to take the silence much longer. Zander just nodded, though he whimpered softly as the movement caused him more pain. He took a shuddering breath that ended in a choked off cry, and only then noticed he was trembling, only then did he notice something was wrong. “Hey–hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, shifting his position to face him.This wasn’t like him, he’d never seen him like this even after a bad fight. Zander shook his head, crossing his arms over his body as if to hug himself, refusing to look up at Wren. He hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder, and when he didn’t flinch away he moved closer, putting his arm around him.

“I… I can’t do it…” He finally whimpered after a moment.

“Huh…?”

“I-I can’t do it…” He raised a hand to tangle it in his own hair, anxiously pulling at it. “Whatever- whatever Cain has planned tomorrow, I can’t fucking do it.” He said, his voice cracking. “I can’t take another beating, or- or a whipping, or anything he has planned, I can’t fucking do it!” He cried, and Wren’s heart just broke. He pulled him closer, and after a moment he managed to coax Zander into laying down with him, the taller man hiding his face against his chest as he sobbed. “I can’t take anymore, Wren, I’m so- I’m so tired, everything hurts, I can’t do this anymore!”

“I-I know…” He said softly, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. “I’m sorry, Zander, I know this is too much…”

“I just want to go home…” He whimpered. “I don’t want to hurt anymore… I’m so tired of being tired, I just… I want it to stop…” He whined, clinging to Wren like his life depended on it. Wren felt sick to his stomach knowing he’d been pushed this far, even though he’d been telling Zander he couldn’t always handle everything Cain did to him, it was still hard to watch Zander have to accept that he was only human, and he just wanted to go home.

He held Zander and let him cry as long as he needed to, even as his shirt was damp from his tears, he didn’t care. He played with his hair to comfort him and as he began to calm down, Wren was finally able to coax him into going to take a shower to further relax from the night, and to wash away all the blood and sweat from the fight. He stayed in bed, not like he had anywhere else to go, laying there and staring tiredly at the ceiling. He already knew what he had to do, he’d known since the moment Zander started crying. He wouldn’t say a word to him though, he knew he’d hate the idea, he knew he’d forbid him from doing it, but he didn’t care. Zander wouldn’t be happy with it, he might be angry even, but Wren knew that his body could only take so much and refused to sit by and watch him break.

***

Wren didn’t sleep that night. Zander slept just fine, too exhausted to fear the punishment he thought he’d be waking up to, but Wren couldn’t fall asleep. He was too anxious, too worried, wondering what was in store for him the next day. The sun rose and Zander was still fast asleep, holding Wren like a teddy bear to comfort himself, and after what felt like hours, the door finally opened, startling Wren and rousing Zander awake.

Wren had to act fast, before Zander was awake enough to realize what was going on, and before Cain could storm over and drag him out of bed to do god knows what to him. Cain had barely taken a step in the room before Wren had managed to slip out of Zander’s grasp, practically falling off the bed to drop to his knees in front of Cain, stopping the man from going any further. He kept his head down, trying to show him the most respect he could, and since Cain didn’t immediately kick him out of the way, he assumed that he was willing to see what he was trying to do.

“Please- please don’t hurt him, sir.” He said, trying his hardest to speak calmly and clearly.

“Wren-” He heard Zander start as he began to get up, but Cain cut him off.

“No, let the pup speak.” He said, sounding amused. “Go on.” He told him.

“I-I don’t- I don’t want to see him hurt anymore,” He said, leaving out that he knew Zander simply could not take it, “I’ll take his punishment for him, if that’s okay, please…?”

“Wren, no!” Zander snapped. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He felt Zander grab his arm, as if to pull him off the ground, but he quickly yanked his arm away, keeping his head down. “Stop it! Sir, you can’t listen to him, please-”

“Shut up and sit down.” Cain ordered him. “I’m considering going easy on both of you, if he really wants to do this.”

“I do!” Wren insisted, finally looking up at him, hoping that his expression conveyed just how serious he was.

“Alright, then.” He said, and Wren almost let himself relax, but then he continued, “What do you think an appropriate punishment would be?”

“Huh…?”

“I’m letting you pick your punishment, stupid. And don’t be a bitch about it either, or I’ll make you both fucking regret it.” He warned.

“I thought you were going to go easy-”

“Zander, if you open your mouth one more time I’m going to rip off every one of his fingernails. And if that’s not enough, I’ll take a lighter to the nail beds afterwards.” It certainly shut Zander up, and Wren nearly gagged at the thought of it, instinctively clenching his hands into fists. “Now, pup, what do you think your punishment should be?” He asked.

Wren took a moment to think about it. He knew it had to be bad, it had to be fun. If Cain thought it was boring then he’d get his fun out of both of them, and that’s exactly what he was trying to avoid. He briefly considered asking him to just go ahead and rip his nails off, but he knew that was a worst case scenario, if Cain went through with it then it could seriously limit his ability to fight, and that wouldn’t do them any good. He knew he didn’t have forever, his thoughts were racing, and finally, he looked up at Cain, asking him if he’d lean down so he could whisper it to him. He didn’t want Zander to hear. Cain seemed to think it was funny, but he humored him, he knelt down and let Wren lean in and whisper it to him, only to immediately pull back, looking at him, shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asked. Wren’s heart sank immediately, he’d made the wrong choice, he’d messed this up, now they were both going to pay for it, Cain was looking at him like he’d grown a second head- and then he smiled. Cain’s smile normally wouldn’t put him at ease, but this time it did. “You’re a weird fucking kid, you know that?” He laughed. “I think that will be perfect. Now get up, let's get it over with.” He told him.

“Wren, what did you tell him?” Zander asked.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, getting to his feet.

“Of course I’m going to fucking worry!” He snapped.

“Well don’t! I-I’ll be fine, okay? Don’t worry, just… rest. Please…?” He asked, looking up at him hopefully. Zander didn’t look convinced, he just looked even angrier, but there wasn’t time to fight or argue as Cain grabbed Wren by the collar, causing him to stumble as he was roughly dragged from the room.

The door was shut before Zander could attempt to follow them, separating them completely until this was over. Wren didn’t want to do this alone, but he knew that he had to. He just desperately hoped that doing this at all had been the right choice.

[cain-gunn]

Task002. Childhood Bedroom

The left image is Cain's bedroom from his family home. It wasn't a huge space, but his family was well-off, even by District Two standards. Cain's walls were decorated with sports and Games memorabilia. Posters, victors' autographs, miniature replicas of weapons and mutts-- they were all hung to remind Cain of the goal he was working toward every day.

The image on the right is Cain's bedroom from the Victor's Mansion he received after winning the Games at twelve. His new bedroom was much more spacious, and Cain was able to pack it full of whatever he wanted. This included a climbing wall, a netted loft area, and an epic gaming set up.