#Corgi complex

[teaboot]

I just want you to know that I love reading your life stories and from the context clues on your posts this is what I imagine you look like because you're a 5'3" security guard.

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[animentality]

I know it's a fact of life and all, but it does give me the heebie jeebies, knowing there's someone out there whose job is to masturbate male pigs so they can ship off semen to artificially inseminate sows.

Like I get it... it's just...like...business, circle of life, this is how the meat industry is efficient in how it breeds livestock, but...

I'm trying to imagine someone whose job it is to masturbate a caged pig, and it's like...

Hm.

I hope they pay them...something good.

Also I wonder if like...female pigs ever feel super weird about being artificially inseminated.

Like they know it's not natural.

I assume.

And then I think, well, what about the male pigs?

They probably know it's not natural either, being jerked off in a cage by some human.

What is going through their heads during all this...

[foone]

A world of friends

In the late 2030s, a research lab discovers how to travel to alternate earths. And what's even better, they've figured out how to best monetize it too: tourism.

See it turns out there's not a lot of variation. There's a nearly infinite number of earths, but it's not like you're traveling to an alien planet or Narnia. They're all pretty... Earthy.

And they turn that into a positive: all earths are similar, but the small differences are what counts. And they're always searching for worlds with interesting divergences from our own, as potential destinations.

Spend a weekend with Netflix on the world where Walter Disney became a little-known architect, and the face of children's media is completely different. Visit the world where the US Revolution failed, and most of the Americas remains part of the commonwealth.

Safari through the world where humans died out or never evolved, see the megafauna we weren't around to extinct.

The world where the planet's population is 97% Christian but they're also nudists because they associate nudity with the innocence of the Garden of Eden.

And if you're looking for a challenge, visit the world's where climate change has already melted the ice caps, the world's where the cold war went hot, the world where the first world war is also the last one, and it's still ongoing.

There's just one minor problem with their plan of setting up an industry to portal people to other worlds:

Someone else is already using it.

Their interdimensional tech relies on creating wormholes using a complex arrangement of superconducting magnets and there's a characteristic burst of neutrinos when the event horizon forms.

They have to monitor them to properly "aim" the wormhole, but their early work is thrown off by seeing spurious emissions coming from outside their facility, which they later realize are exactly matching their technology.

They're just seeing the wormholes from the other end.

They partner with a government agency, explaining their discovery, and express worry that the country (and the world!) may be getting infiltrated by an off world power.

They build sensors in major cities, and triangulate where the off-worlders are appearing, and follow them.

They seem harmless enough. Often skittish, taking lots of pictures, asking odd questions... These aren't security agents or an invading force.

They're just tourists. They're from another world's interdimensional tourism business. One that set up before ours.

But why are they here? What's so odd about our world among the trillions they have access to that makes them come here with cameras fully loaded with film and memory cards?

The security agents pour over surveillance tapes of them wandering around random cities, and finally spot (no pun intended) why they're here.

It's dogs.

The tourists are skittish around seeing people walking their dogs, they're taking pictures of corgis and greyhounds, they're visiting petstores and ignoring the cats and iguanas and tropical fish to go look at the most boring mutts, eyes full of wonder and fear and excitement...

One of the tourists is picked up by the security services, but hits their panic button and vanishes before they can be questioned. They leave behind a Daguerre Inc 2090 DSLR camera full of slightly blurry photos of dogs, and a pamphlet that fell out of their bag in the scuffle

The pamphlet is for this interdimensional vacation, and describes the weirdness of our world: The strange universe where humans somehow befriended wild wolves and let them into their homes and lives.

The pamphlet plays up the scariness of canines, showing Tibetan mastiffs and angry pitbulls biting into meat. Police dogs with titanium teeth replacements. There's very few pictures of chihuahuas and corgis and poodles.

So the next time you're at an animal rescue or a petting zoo, and you see someone looking on in fear and wonder at the amazing sight of a golden retriever puppy, their camera shutter clicking away...

Maybe ask them who the president is. And what year we landed on the moon.

And don't be too surprised if they answer "You mean the Prime Minister? It's still Thiers, right? I haven't been reading the papers much recently. And 1956, unless you're one of those pedantics who say it only counts if it was successful, in which case 1958"

(reposted from a twitter thread from 2022)

[sirfrogsworth]

There was a time when celebrities were not expected to be political activists. And in modern times, it is a rare thing to see someone have the self awareness to know that can't speak on something with authority. Either because they just don't know enough about it or it isn't in their skill set.

It may not even be within their intellectual capacity to understand at the level required.

Which is my fancy way of saying...

But I think what sets Chappell Roan apart is that self awareness to say she doesn't have the answers. I find people saying "I don't know" very refreshing. There are much much stupider people, who are actual political representatives, who have zero self awareness of how stupid they are about politics. And it is kinda the reason we are in the current clusterfuck of fascism.

Beyond that, art is inherently political, and if you need to know the politics of an artist... refer to their art.

A queer artist becoming one of the most popular people in a country regressing to authoritarian conservatism is in itself political action. Just existing in this vast public forum is political action. Being queer on a world stage and singing about queer things is political action.

There is this weird thing where people think they essentially *own* a celebrity and so they must do what is demanded. We made this person rich, so they owe us something beyond their art, right?

I have many friends who cannot stay politically educated at all times because it is a detriment to their mental health. So they have to unplug and stay minimally engaged with what is happening. And I feel like people are saying you don't get to do that if you are a wealthy artist. You forfeit that option. Fuck their mental health.

As someone who has been slightly popular on the internet, it is hard to communicate just how toxic things can get. I am a white cis man who mostly made funny GIFs and comics about my corgi. I regularly got hate just because I didn't make a person laugh. They couldn't just move on to something they preferred. They had to make it their mission to inform me of their grievance. And in the times I decided to speak politically, I had people actually doxxing me and threatening Otis and sending things to my house.

I can't imagine what kind of toxic attention a queer pop star must receive. Yes, wealth offers great privilege, but there is no amount of money to protect you from that.

I feel like there is this unfair demand of all queer creators to be activists. I get why people think that. Shit is real bad for queer folks right now. But I watch someone like Jessie Gender allude to being suicidal because of the response to her political content and that she'd rather just talk about Star Trek.

If it is getting that bad, I think she should just talk about Star Trek.

And I also think being a popular trans woman—talking about Star Trek, and just being normal and likeable and passionate about something—is a benefit to the cause.

Normalizing trans-ness is political action.

Personally, I am fine with Chappell Roan letting her art be her political speech and leaving it at that. That's how it used to work before social media.

I mean, you probably don't even know who Edwin Starr is. But you know that war... hoo... yeah... what is it good for? Absolutely nothin. (Say it again, y'all.)

We didn't need anything else from Edwin Starr. We didn't need him to give a poorly researched analysis on the military industrial complex. Everything we needed from him was right there in the song.

War, I despise 'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives War means tears to thousands of mother's eyes When their sons go off to fight And lose their lives

That's some good shit.

I hate war now.

Good job, Mr. Starr.

I do not want nor expect unqualified people to be activists just because they have a large platform. It's a specific skill and it requires time and effort to educate oneself to do it well.

When I saw David Hogg get elevated to the leadership of the Democratic Party, I cringed. His only qualification was surviving a school shooting. But if you follow him and listen to his political arguments, they are... rough. He seems like a nice enough kid. And I'm glad he was able to use his tragedy to advocate for gun control. But he isn't an expert on gun violence. He can't speak with authority about the best solutions. And he just doesn't have any political savvy in general.

A lot of times I feel like we are saying, "You are a very popular singer, please fix my car." They say, "I don't know how to fix cars." But then we bully them into attempting it. And when they fuck up at fixing the car, we are like, "OMG, why are you so bad at fixing cars?"

I actually think part of the reason the Left is currently so disorganized and riddled with infighting is because we expect everyone to speak at the same time. And it is causing our message to get lost in the noise of it all. We talk about trusting scientific expertise but don't hold to that same standard for political expertise.

"Everyone should use their voice at all times. If you have a platform, you're an activist. Don't fuck it up."

AOC is good at this. Bernie is good at this. Kat Abughazaleh just announced she is running for office. She is good at this.

Instead of demanding everyone talk at once, we can use our platforms (big and small) to elevate the voices of people who are good at this.

Maybe something we can demand is that wealthy creators use their resources to help our best activists. When someone asks Chappell Roan how to fix trans rights, she could just say, "Please follow Erin Reed" and then sing a country song about being proficient at giving gals orgasms—which, again, is political action.

[kpopfeeds]

Wooyoung's Profile

Birth Name: Jung Woo Young

Stage Name: Wooyoung

Positions: Main Dancer, Vocalist

Birthday: November 26, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 173 cm (5'8")

Weight: N/A

Blood Type: A

Facts:

Wooyoung was the eighth and last member to join KQ Entertainment

He said people told him he looks like a Welsh Corgi

Wooyoung is a former Big Hit trainee

His hobbies are collecting clothes, gaming, and bullying Seonghwa

His role models are BTS' Jimin, Highlight/Beast's Gikwang, and Shawn Mendes

His favorite color is black

According to other members, Wooyoung is the noisiest member

Wooyoung was a contestant on Mixnine. He ranked 132nd overall and was eliminated in episode 7

He and Yunho got selected by the Millennium Dance Complex

He can touch his nose with his tongue

Wooyoung has back issues

His favorite food is meat

His favorite artists are BTS

His special talent is dancing

He seems to have a very good sense of smell

[yuzukult]

drafts: jun. || wjh & reader

drafts: unfinished works by yuzukult. please do not steal or try to recreate. draft title: jun pairing: wen junhui x reader genre: angst, fluff, mentions of smut, right person wrong time trope word count: 4.3k warnings: break up!au, adult topics, mentions of sexual activity a/n: if you'd like to hear what i had planned for this fic, let me know! i might not ever be able to write the fully fleshed out story, but i still had plans for it!

What’s your most favorite moment?

Is it when you laid underneath the stars on those summer nights, on the fabric of the red and black checkered picnic blanket spread across the backyard lawn of his childhood home? Living in the suburbs had its perks, one of them being that you could see the twinkle of the stars in the coal black sky. In the cities, the only lights that beam are the ones from the windows of the high rises that align the streets. From the emptied offices—except for those who remain in their cubicles, grown to become workaholics that stay behind on Friday nights—to the apartment complexes that are filled with people in the comforts of their homes. It’s almost like a different planet when you’re out in what feels like the middle of nowhere at night. Less street lamps, fewer cars, and the silence of nature fills the air in lieu of the hustle and bustle of bystanders that flood the sidewalks. The stars out here are beautiful.

But none of them is in comparison to the light that glimmered in his eyes when they landed on you. 

His irises are simply swirls of adoration when you come to mind or when you’re in his line of sight. In some angles, they resembled that night sky, one you’ll be guaranteed to miss when you return back home to the city.

Is that your favorite memory?

Or was it when he made that impromptu purchase? The backyard was covered with the inflatable pool he bought, figuring that a hot day like that one deserves a pretty girl in his pool, laying on a blown up bed or even resting on a donut. He liked seeing you like that, at ease and without a care in the world—there was no burden weighing on your shoulders at the time, and when you push down your pair of sunglasses on the bridge of your nose, sprawled out on one of the loungers he got, in that cute rosy pink bikini of yours, he swore that this was what he loved about his life. He didn’t care that his mom lectured him for bringing in an eyesore of a blown up pool that’ll ruin her grass. Once the season ended and he said his goodbyes to the big blob of blue, the patch of dirt that accumulated where greens had once resided was worth it—even if he got an earful from his mother and was forced to replant the grass. None of that mattered because he got to see you and your beaming bright smile while splashing in the water.

The more you spent reminiscing about it, the more you pondered, the moment you concluded that you love the most was the one before he confessed what would be the end of your relationship.

The ground remained wet from the sky's leftover tears of the night before, the summer rain cooled the air, substituting the sweltering heat it usually brings. The cars that drove by whoosh over the puddles that formulated on the asphalt streets; it was gloomy out and the thunder continued to rumble with the lightning striking every so often.

But despite the dreary weather, he loved those kinds of days.

You were in the comforts of the apartment the two of you shared years after, bundling underneath layers of blankets as you embedded yourself into the cushions of the cream colored sofa. A white mug with a dog on the side (he believed it was a corgi, but he wasn’t quite sure) was always slotted in your hands, steam rose from the tea it houses as you cozily maneuvered your nose to linger right above it to feel the warmth. 

“Come sit,” you called out, patting the empty spot beside you. “Come watch Twenty-Five, Twenty-One with me.”

He more than just loved days like those.

There was something about the way you leaned over, resting your head onto the firmness of his chest as he eased an arm around you. How even with the length of time you’d been together, he couldn’t tame the racing of his heart or the way his words got lodged in his throat each time he sees you get dolled up for an event. You made him feel like a teenager again, crushing on the pretty girl at school that seems so unattainable.

But he had you, in his arms, watching some silly drama with him.

“Jun?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever wonder how long this will last?”

He didn’t want to think about it but he’d be lying if he said he hadn't. There was a part of him that lived in this bliss, forcing himself to remain as oblivious as possible, but the reality eventually drowned him. This wasn’t forever, no matter how much he wished it to be. You and him just weren’t ever on the same page in life, even if you’re made to be practically soulmates. He couldn’t make you happy. Or at least, in the way you wanted him to.

“No,” he lied straight through his teeth nonetheless. “I want to be in the moment.”

Well, it was half true. Jun did his best to not think so much of the future, or else he’d find himself dwelling on scenarios that have yet to happen. He didn’t want to resent you, not while he had you, but he knew that the day the two of you had to part ways would be the beginning of it.

“Do you think… when we break up, later down the line… when you see me with someone else… it’ll hurt?”

Of course it’d fucking hurt. He knew it was purely out of curiosity, even if the answer was crystal clear, but just the question alone felt stupid to ask. He loved you, so goddamn much, but he couldn’t deliver what you’d wanted. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it? You’re my everything.”

You really were.

That look on your face was the one he feared the most; you were pained, the fronts of your brows dipped in confusion because you can’t understand him. If he loved you so much, why couldn’t he give you what you wanted? Why couldn’t he take the risk? Why couldn’t he just… try? For you?

“Then why won’t you marry me? Or… have kids with me?”

He sighed. “It’s… it’s not that simple.”

It wasn’t.

Jun made a vow—he was to never have children. He didn’t want them, the lengths of his love for you couldn’t change his mind. The first thing he did at the age of eighteen was get a vasectomy—having children was to never be an option for Wen Junhui, even if the girl of his dreams wanted them. 

And for you? It’s everything you wanted.

What you aspired to be was more than just a successful business woman—sure, strutting in a power suit and those expensive red bottom heels as they clacked against the tiles of a high rise office building is inspiring and fulfilling, but you wanted more. You wanted to be a mom.

But Jun didn’t want to be a dad.

As much as you tried to convince him that he’d never be the replica of his parents, he already made up his mind years ago. He didn’t want the life he had for his children, and despite the efforts to sway him into believing that he wouldn’t give them that, he still refused. Jun didn’t want to be a parent—didn’t matter if they were biologically his own or adopted. Even though he loved you from the moon and back, circling around the sun forty times over, the decision stayed the same. Jun didn’t want to be a dad.

When you were in his sheets, the ones he bought with the high thread count because a beauty like you deserved to be treated well, he couldn’t fully fathom the situation he’d put himself in. The soft gasps that escaped from your supple lips, the way your manicured nails scraped the bareness of his back, and how your breasts bounce with each thrusts only makes it hard for him to let go of it all. You were everything to him, on the peak of perfection, but he couldn’t be who you wanted him to be.

“I love you,” he said breathlessly, nose nudging against yours. Although in a different scenario, you’d find yourself feeling warm and truly loved, unable to withhold the smile that blooms on your face, you didn’t feel it that day. Instead, a tear fell from the corner of your eyes as you fluttered them shut to push away any more that threatened to release.

“I love you too,” you responded in barely a whisper. 

Because at the end of the day, how loud you profess his love for him didn’t hold any value. Jun didn’t love you in the way you love him.

two years later.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” Wonwoo says, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the hood of his matte black Audi. He’s parked outside of your apartment complex, deciding that this isn’t one of those nights he comes in and lets you rest on his chest as he peppers kisses on the crown of your head with a drama playing on the tv screen. 

Besides the thickness of wealth in his leather name brand wallet, the love he has for you was equally as rich. He’d been nothing but a great guy, never giving you a reason to turn him down, and quite frankly, you reciprocate the feelings.

But each time you reach out for him, there’s a part of you that pulls you back. And the more you lean for Wonwoo, it’s like Jun is the one grabbing onto your leg and rooting you into the ground.

Oh. Right.

That’s who it was. The culprit that holds you back each time you try to move on.

“I’m sorry,” you say for the umpteenth time. Wonwoo is everything you want, everything you love, and the person you could see yourself with other than Jun. And yet, why is a past lover the reason for your inability to find love elsewhere? “I just… need a little more time.”

“Is it him?”

You blink. “H-Him?”

“Him,” Wonwoo reiterates, standing from his car. “The guy you told me about before, the one you loved and lost. Are you afraid of moving on because of him?”

Inhaling deeply, you’re restricting all the memories from escaping. The demons within you clench onto the remnants of your feelings for Jun, and there’s a piece of you that’s afraid to finally just… forget about him.

“I… I don’t know,” you answer, and you think it’s the most honest you’ve ever been to yourself. “I’m not sure, but I want to give you my all. And there’s something in me that’s—”

“We should take a break,” Wonwoo interrupts sternly, words piercing you but you know it hurts him more than he lets it seem. “I—I know it’s not really the route I wanna go, but I want you to figure all that out before we could be anything more. So… find him. Figure yourself out, find some closure. I don’t… want to be with you if it means that someone else will always be in the back of your mind..”

As you watch Wonwoo leave, the familiar sound of his exhaust roars within the night and your chest tightens. 

Your couch still has the imprint of Wonwoo’s ass in the cushions because he claims it’s his spot, the pillow on the right side of your bed smells like his hair shampoo, and his designated mug sits untouched on your drying rack. He never fails to leave a pair of your socks by the front door, right next to your sneakers, just so when you’re ready to go to the gym, you wouldn’t forget them again because your memory is shot.

Wonwoo has left a mark in your home and in your heart, and when he says his goodbyes is when you finally come to terms how much he meant and how important it was to find that closure with Jun.

When you asked him to meet again over text, you didn’t know what you were expecting. He agrees to grabbing a cup of coffee at the café downtown, the one the two of you used to frequent when you were young and in love. Ah. Young and in love. It was years ago, and the aroma of the coffee beans brings a sense of nostalgia. 

As you wait for him, hands cupping onto the paper cup with tea steaming through the opening, questions flood in your mind. Does he still love his coffee the same way? Black, never decaf, with a squirt of the vanilla syrup with just one cube of ice in it so the coffee doesn’t burn the roof of his mouth and his taste buds for the rest of the week? Does he still love their flaky croissants, the one where he would tear in half for you to eat and somehow manage to get the crumbs all over the table?

Is he still the same person you loved two years ago?

And does he still… not want the same dream you do?

When the bell of the café rings, your heart races. You think it’s him the first two times, but when you turn and see that it isn’t, a wash of relief hits before the anxiety rushes back. 

The third time, however, it is him.

He approaches your table, slowly sitting in the seat across from you and you feel like your heart skipped a beat. 

“Hey,” he says, voice airy like what you imagine clouds felt like. Light, almost weight free, like the pounds of stress that once laid upon his shoulders dissipated along with you from his life. “You got me coffee.”

“I did,” you confirm, rolling your lips. “It’s your usual.”

“Nice,” he wraps his hands around the curve of the cup, bringing the drink up to his lips before releasing a relieved sigh. The taste is familiar, one that brings him back to the time where he had you in his arms, the kind that he never thought he’d be able to know what it’s like again. “I haven’t had this in a while.”

“The ice cubes?” you ask, tapping your fingertips against the outline of your cup. 

“No,” he answers with a soft smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. “I still do the ice cube. The coffee is different here—it’s been a while since I’ve had it. Maybe they did something with the beans—maybe it’s new.”

He’s still the same.

Jun remains the version of himself you knew from back then, the one you fell for without much of an effort. Almost nothing changes—from his excited, cheeky grin to the way his leg shakes incessantly underneath the table. The only thing you could point out is different is that his frame had gotten slightly broader. (You blame it on the break-up glow-up). 

He dyed his hair blonde—blonde like Jennifer Aniston blonde in Friends, and you honestly sort of like it but you miss the chestnut brown—they matched his eyes. Now, he just looks like a celebrity. Jun doesn’t quite look like himself, despite his habits showcasing otherwise.

“How… How’ve you been?” 

It’s a simple question and yet determines the entire course of the conversation. How he answers and what he says going forward will only confirm all questions that were spinning through your mind the past two years he was gone. 

“Good,” he begins, sitting back in his chair. The café thankfully remains busy or else the two of you would’ve already had a plethora of awkward pauses with nothing to fill the emptiness in the air. “I still… do photography for that travel blog. I’ve been keeping track of where I’ve been and things I’ve done—there’s more checked off than there is left to do.”

He still travels. And still loves photography.

Jun could never be contained; his dream is to travel all over the world, never missing a place, and he wants to capture it all behind the lens of his camera. Meeting new people, trying new foods, and learning new cultures—his job enables him to conquer all the obstacles he would’ve had without the paycheck and stability, but part of his aspirations include you—well, included. You aren’t his anymore, and whether or not that dream resides, if his goals never align with yours, it wasn’t meant to be.

“Where’ve you gone recently?” The tapping nervously against the paper cup now stops. Interest in his current life situation grows, and you wonder if he’s found someone new on the routes of his adventures. 

“Vietnam,” he begins, lifting up his cup of coffee and swirling it in his hand. “Cambodia, Laos, Thailand. I visited almost all of Southeast Asia, actually. I just spent a little longer in Vietnam.”

“Impressive. How long?”

“A year,” he says. For a moment, you think he forces himself not to look directly into your eyes until he does. He’s locked onto you, gaze melting into yours and you swear you catch his Adam's apple bob anxiously. “I spent a year in Vietnam, the rest were just weeks to a month.”

A year. Jun never stays in a place for longer than a month—he’d come back and visit, but any time longer feels like he’s residing there, he claims. Did he live in Vietnam for a year after the two of you broke up? 

“I… I had a lot of goi cuon,” Jun interrupts your thoughts, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He knows it’s your favorite; from the dampened rice paper with lettuce, basil leaves, cucumbers and boiled pork. Shrimp on occasion, he remembers, and depending if it’s shrimp or pork, you like to pair it with peanut sauce or the homemade version of the nuoc mam. Diluted fish sauce (with boiled water so the ingredients merge better together), diced garlic and chili peppers, lime juice and sugar, the ones who have never had it this way won’t understand the difference. “I figured since you couldn’t go, I should indulge enough for the both of us.”

You learn eventually that he moves to Vietnam a week after the two of you had gone your separate ways. Jun didn’t really have a plan—he just knew he couldn’t be in the same country as you. Everything reminded him of you. 

But truthfully, even being in another country, he still couldn’t get you off his mind. 

“Did you have anything else other than goi cuon?”

“Honestly, the pho was great, the bun bo hue too but… no one could really make congee like you.”

You snort. “What? The basic boiled chicken congee? Anyone can make that.”

He chuckles melodically, bringing his cup to his lips. “Of course. It seems simple but… yours makes me feel like I’m home.” 

With Jun, time flies fast. He erupts laughter from you with ease, and getting lost in his tunes of stories is a common occurrence. The sun sets before you even realize, the hues of orange and yellows shine through the tall glass partitions and nearly blind you for a moment before sinking you back down into reality.

Jun is lovely. Jun is amazing. It’s impossible to see him in another light when he’s your first love. But there’s a reason why you broke up in the first place.

“When you get the chance to go to Thailand, try their sugar cane juice—in a bag though. Something about drinks served in a bag just… hits differently,” he says, and the grin on his face is radiating. “And the coconuts! You have to try the coconuts. Nothing like a coconut from a tropical country.”

Then, silence fills the space between the two of you.

It’s not suffocating nor is it uncomfortable, but the high of the conversation seems to settle. 

“Enough about me… how… how are you?”

You… can answer this in a plethora of ways.

There’s lying—the exaggerated response would be that you’ve completely moved on, Wonwoo is now your fiancé and the two of you are ready to get married then pop out a couple kids right after. 

Or you could be completely honest. Wonwoo wants a break—not because you don’t share the same dream but because he didn’t want to be second to Jun. 

“I’m well,” you begin, but it’s not as confident as you should’ve sounded. Jun looks at you suspiciously with a raised brow. “I am! Really, I am.”

“You sound defensive,” he remarks and you only roll your lips in response. “Seungkwan told me you have a boyfriend now. How’s he?”

Damn it, Boo Seungkwan. “We um…” rubbing the side of your neck awkwardly, your eyes trail down to the table. “We’re on a break. Without saying much, we just… weren’t on the same page and needed some time to figure it out.”

Jun puts his hand out to stop you from continuing. “You don’t need to explain yourself—it’s none of my business.”

There’s a wash of relief; it’s not that you didn’t want to talk about Wonwoo to Jun, it’s that… the reason for your relationship taking a pause is because of Jun. Wonwoo didn’t think he had the entirety of your heart, and although he normally would be okay with sharing your love–he knew there’s too much of a hole in it that yearned for closure from Jun.

The signal to finally begin packing your things is when the baristas roll out their neon yellow mop buckets with steaming hot water, the open sign now flipped to closed as the employees start to stack the chairs onto the tables. The bell above the door rings behind you while you pull your jacket in closer, your breath steaming the cold, brisk air as your face hardens from the harshness of the winter weather. 

So… where do you go from here?

Cars drive by, whooshing over the wet asphalt roads, and sprinkles of flurries are evident under the spotlight of the lampposts. It was this time two years ago when you said goodbye to Jun, the last memory comprised of your damp cheeks, glassy eyes and stuttered breathing–he was your everything then became a lost love within mere seconds. The summer you asked him how long he thought this would last for resulted in being just a few months before splitting up. 

“So…” he begins, nose nuzzling into the warmth of his scarf that wraps around his neck. “Remember Soonyoung?”

You roll your lips. “Of course. How could I forget the boy that loves tigers? He even had a faux fur tiger print rug in his apartment during college. It screamed Hugh Hefner.”

Jun chuckles, a smile pulling from ear to ear. “Well, he’s having a party this weekend. He owns a club in a couple cities, and he’s throwing this huge rager at his new apartment downtown, penthouse suite or whatever. Wanna come?”

Do you?

Your brain hasn’t even had enough time to process before the word, ‘yes’ escapes from your lips unintentionally. 

“Great, number still the same? I’ll text you.”

“Uh, yeah,” you respond, nodding slowly. “It is. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

For a moment, you think your mind is playing tricks on you because his grin beams brighter. “Tomorrow,” he reiterates to clarify. “See you tomorrow.”

What do you even wear to an event like this?

You caught yourself spending a much longer time than expected just to find something to wear to Soonyoung’s penthouse. Do you wear a flashy dress? Something casual? Or is this a ball gown type of occasion? The last time you went out for something fancy was with Wonwoo, and it was a fundraiser hosted by the company he worked at. A black slip dress with a slit by the leg, it was cute to wear standing by his side but tonight, you opt for bell bottom trousers with a silk button up would do–half tucked in and half let loose, this seemed casual yet elevated enough to fit both events–right?

The building itself is extravagant; googling it showed a description that it was an apartment version of a 5-star hotel. From the room—no—apartment service, complimentary dry cleaning, pool (including a heated one and hot tub), and in-house gym, you wonder how much Soonyoung pays monthly to live here.

That is, until you realize that not only does Soonyoung live here, but Jun owns an apartment just a couple floors below him. 

“You… live here?”

Jun chuckles, nodding his head in amusement at your reaction. “Yeah, I do. I mean, I should probably start living somewhere a little more humble considering I’m not sure how often I’ll be around here.”

Slipping off your shoes at the door, you adjust the strap of your purse over your shoulder. “Oh, you’re… you're planning on leaving again?” 

“Maybe,” he says, voice not so confident with the response he gives you. “I haven’t decided yet. There might be something keeping me here, so I might wanna stay around. It depends.”

Your eyes lock.

You want to think he means you, but this weird feeling in your stomach makes this whole thing seem off. “That’s… interesting. You’d leave all that behind just to stay with whatever it is that’s keeping you here?”

He purses his lips. “Perhaps.”

And you don’t know what in you forces it, but it spills out from your lips before you could stop yourself. “But… it’s not enough to settle and have kids.”

There’s silence.

You could almost hear the shattering of Jun’s heart in the moment of quietude—it’s the reason for your breakup and continues to be why you two won’t work in this lifetime. Regret washes over quickly, but you’re unapologetic in speaking the truth so you turn around and place your bag onto the stool by the tall countertops.

“So, when are we going to Soonyoung’s?”

SKIPPED UNWRITTEN SCENES

“Wait,” you pant, chest heaving up and down. Jun’s lips are just barely centimeters away from yours, so so close to being yours, and immediately this wash of guilt showers over you. This doesn’t feel right, this isn’t how you imagined it—and come to think of it, you’re not even sure if you ever fantasized this. “I—I don’t know if—”

“Okay,” he says before pulling away. Hands off your body, they’re immediately against the mattress as he shifts off of you. The expression on his face doesn't display sadness or disappointment—just understanding. “Are you okay? Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

It isn’t Jun’s fault. He’s done everything right; from asking for your consent to stopping immediately when you ask. Sitting beside you patiently, he does nothing but wait for your next move.

“I—It's not you,” you admit, moving up to rest your back against the headboard. The whole idea of being in another man’s apartment, his bedroom, while in his bed felt utterly wrong and you didn’t belong here. “I think… I don’t think this is right.”

He furrows his brows in confusion. Jun doesn’t scoot closer, no matter how tempting it is, and remains still. “What do you mean?”

You don’t notice, but your eyes are brimming with tears. Why do you feel like you’re cheating on Wonwoo when you two are supposedly over? Why do you feel like you’re still his, and being here with Jun isn’t where you want to be?

“I love you,” you confess, but before Jun could let the words sink in, the rest of the sentence stabs him in the chest. “But I’m not in love with you anymore.”

You’re… not in love with him anymore.

“I’m in love with Wonwoo.”

There it is.

To Jun, you were and are his everything. Even now, years later, while you’re in his bed and rejecting his advances, you are still the girl he loves. He loves the way you smile, how those eyes can easily turn into moon crescents when you’re laughing hard enough, and how when you speak, it’s with such a harmonious voice he could listen to for hours on end. 

And although he knew how much you reciprocate those feelings in the past, in the present, you’re a different version of yourself. 

You grew and you grew without him. It isn’t a bad thing, in fact, he’s happy you found this adaptation of yourself because ever since he met you again… he’s never seen this much elation radiating in your smile. He credits himself (and Wonwoo) for it, and he thinks you wouldn’t have come this far if he didn’t let you go.

“Okay,” he reiterates, and he doesn’t exactly know if he’s consoling you or himself. “Okay. That’s… okay.”

“I’m sorry,” you’re practically sobbing now. You hurt Jun, but worst of all, you hurt Wonwoo. The guy that told you to chase an old love because he was afraid you wouldn’t love him with your whole heart when you should have. “I shouldn’t have let this happen—fuck, I’m so fucking selfish and stupid!”

The pain subsides for himself, but he aches for you. “Hey, hey,” Jun calls out, grabbing you close to press a gentle kiss on the top of your forehead. “Listen, it’s okay. I won’t lie and say I’m not a bit bruised from you, but having confused emotions is normal. What matters is that you know what you want and you should go get him.”

You sniffle; the whites of your eyes are now red from the crying, palms wet from wiping the tears. “W-What?”

He rests his forehead against yours but his eyes are closed. “Go. Wonwoo is probably home, waiting for you and wondering if you’re with someone else. He’s probably wondering if you found love in another guy, and if you’re moving on without him.”

Lids fluttering open, you see the hint of agony in his chocolate irises. As much as Jun doesn’t want to tell you to leave for a second time, this chance only confirms that you will always be a love that’ll be his last, but he won’t be yours.

He holds your jacket for you to slip in your arms, holding your hand as you stumble to put your shoes on before fully letting you go with a last kiss on the crown of your head. This scent of lemon—this specific one is his favorite. Mixed with oranges, it’s got hints of grapefruit and bergamot but most importantly, you. He won’t get to experience this anymore, being able to hold you this close, but for you to be happy, Jun has to say goodbye.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat once again, sorrow swirling in your eyes. Inflicting pain on him isn’t something you intended – when you sent the initial text to meet again, the outcome for this was expected to be different. You could’ve been more, you thought, and maybe the reason you couldn’t commit to Wonwoo was because you still held love for Jun. “I wish… this went a different route.”

“I know,” he answers softly, that smile he forces is an evident facade. “But I can’t be the person you want me to be – and your love resides elsewhere.”

When you shut the door behind him, he can’t help but slide down to the ground after the lock clicks. Deep inhales, deep exhales, he runs his fingers through his locks before resting his head in his palms. He used to ask himself if there was anything worse than losing you and he couldn’t name one – until now. Losing you twice.

[lunarnekomancer]

Corgi Pebble Paw-paganda

If you know me, you'd know that I've spread this to many helpless players who were just unfortunate enough to be in a game of Dandy's World with me when I was feeling exceptionally yappy. Without further delay, here are some reasons:

Herding has many parallels to DW kiting, especially when you take into account Pebble's active ability, as barking and running around their targets are common methods used by sheepdogs to keep the herd in line. What I mean is that kiters are basically shepherds, except the sheep in question are more murderous and (hopefully) don't get foot rot.

Pebble is shown to be very vocal and intelligent, being able to understand complex conversation (this is shown in most, if not all of his elevator voicelines), these being some of the most prominent traits in sheepdogs.

If we take into account Twisted Pebble, then a lot of the traits he exhibits resemble that of untrained corgis (their high prey drive will be uncontrolled, they will become much more territorial as opposed to a well-trained & socialized corgi's relative friendliness). This point is also partially influenced by the fact that my country is currently trying to train a corgi to become a K9 mostly for detection (the corgi has a bit of an advantage for searching small spaces for certain items). He's called Fuzai and the photos of him patrolling are incredibly funny please go see them it will make your entire day i BEG YOU PLEASE

Last but not least, they're both fucking short. This one is self explanatory.

'But Morgen there's literally two types of corgis' yeah I've also considered that. In the end, I have decided that Pebble is specifically a Cardigan Welsh Corgi, and not a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.

One of Pebble's most prominent characteristics is his massive, wagging tail. Although both types of corgis can have bushy, waggy tails, Cardigan Welsh Corgis excel a bit more in the tail department due to Pembroke Welsh Corgis either a, are often born with shorter tails, b, get their tails docked either as tradition or to conform to the breed standard.

This one is more grasping-at-straws than it is clear logic, but Pebble is, after all, still a pebble. (Or multiple pebbles, depending on whether his eyes, legs and tail count as independent pebbles.) He's grey. While I don't completely reject the possibilities of grey Pembrokes, more often than not, they...aren't grey. If anything, they resemble freshly baked bread loaves more than a geode of any kind. On the other hand...

Look at this sweet, sweet pup and his beautiful coat. The colouring is more akin to a rock, with its multitude of greys and the slightest hint of tawny from erosion and the sand on the ground. That's what a 'Pebble' should look like.

Oh, and one piece of very important news:

I got Pebble a day or two ago! Which now means that I now officially own all mains in the game. 'But Morgen weren't you bitching about how you hated doing Toodles mastery' As it turns out, Extraction Toodles isn't so bad. I can manage + work pretty well with veemote + magnifying glass and let lower stealth toons do all the dirty work aka get chased/j (I've also 100% all Twisteds' research but that's not the point okay the point is that I have a dog that I can use to bark at people in the lobby with)

[space-whalesharks]

I'm officially referred to as "The Nice Corgi Lady" by some of the kids in the apartment complex bc I let them pet Riley and entertained all their questions about her.

[fiannalover]

Fian's OC: Medeia Camille

Open the way, everybody! Time for Heaven's (my) Favorite Child!

🎉

So, who is Medeia?

You may or may not have seen her here or there in the blog. There is one singular writing of her in here, as well as plenty of assorted namedrops on OC Memes. So who is she?

Medeia is a Potion Maker, a magic user who specializes in making potions, medicine and related items through alchemical practice. With the knowledge she has from being around magical contexts since she was a kid, she attempts to go around assisting people and uncovering whatever mysteries are lying around.

A girl that looks like the girl-next-door you'd find anywhere and anytime, with a rock-solid moral compass and a common sense completely out of touch with normality.

She also has a superiority complex the size of a house. Good Luck dealing with that.

There are three main time periods for Medeia. Simply put:

High School years/The Wizard's Niece: start of the adventure. During her first year of high school, Medeia and Argo, her corgi, move to live with her uncle, her legal guardian, after they spent an year apart.

A slice of life, coming of age story, showing Medeia making new friends, relationships and learning life lessons that force her to acknowledge the times in which she isn't right.

College years/The Potion Maker: Medeia moves to another city for college, following an ideological disagreement with her uncle. Still mostly slice-of-life, with a more action focus by the end.

The thematic thread is about Medeia acknowledging everyyone has their lies and illusions needed for everyday life. And by the end of it...

Medeia is:

Post-College/Adult life/The Potion Maker/Medeia and the wondrous village: Medeia travels the world, investigative reporter style, searching for cults, freaky doomsday plans, the works, saving the world while making use of whatever reality-warping material is lying around afterwards to see a special someone again.

The current biggest planned story for this era is what I'd turn into a game, ideally. Exploring a particular set of ruins, Medeia is transported to another world, one in which there is a peculiar village protected by a Dragon, extremely rare species in the setting's world. Learning about the villagers and their life, Medeia is set to make her way back no matter what.

Someone who will never use magic besides that which is required for her alchemical practice.

Someone to whom "all life is sacred, and therefore all death is". Carpe diem, Memento mori.

Someone who will always prioritize saving people, no matter what.

Medeia is, simply put, my oldest OC, having survived in some way or form since my teenage years. As we keep traveling together, hope you enjoy her journey!

“You should be careful. Ignorance opens many blind spots. Before long, one of them will make use of your confidence in a way you’ll be lucky to live to regret.”

She needed no magic. All that mattered was resources, ingenuity… And many wiles!

“She would never celebrate in such an adorably unsure way.” “Yeah. She is always super stuck up and aware of her own superiority.” “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?” Medeia roared out.

Once upon a time, there was a girl, the kind you'd find anywhere. And her travel companion, Death.

Medeia Camille,

Potion Maker, journalist and student, at your service.

[theadventuresofalittlebug]

Hiii can I ask what ur Hermitcraft headcannons areee

This ended up wayyyy longer than anticipated so here we go

This is a pretty open request so I’m just gonna list random headcanons. I’m also assuming you meant agere so thats what I’m going to do here.

Who I headcanon as a regressor kinda changes depending on what I’m writing, for example in my short fic Hanging Stars, Zed doesn’t know Tango regresses until s9, but I typically imagine they both regress and have known for a while.

I think Tango regresses from 3-5 normally, and at that age is quite active and excitable, he can’t sit still and prefers to run around rather than sit. The one exception is watching cartoons, he will be glued to the screen and can easily watch for hours, so he needs someone around to keep him from wasting the whole day staring at a screen. Occasionally though he will regress younger, more like 1-2, typically when he is tired. in that case he is more nervous and would rather sleep cuddled up with his caregivers than go on adventures.

As I covered in a different post (Here) Zed is a baby regressor, I already talked about it in that post.

In the context where most of the server is open about their regression I think Grian always builds a huge room in his base as a play room for the littles! It has tons of toys, a cozy blanket nest for naps, and a little kitchen always stocked with easy snacks!

In s7 Joe’s dog catcher business actually involved him putting a bunch of dog stuffies around the shopping district, after all of that he gave one to every hermit, little or not.

Grian has the biggest collection of stuffed animals ever seen. Most are birds, but he has many others including a toy sheriff from empires, a cod, several cats including a Jellie from Scar, a stuffed corgi from Joe, and a llama (Scar has a matching one) 

Keralis is a flip I haven’t really thought about how he’d be when little, he is the best babysitter when hes big

He would always use cute nicknames with whoever hes caring for eg: baby, little one, some cute play on their name

Always making sure that his little is safe, constantly telling them to be careful so they don’t get hurt

Loves making his littles laugh, he makes lots of silly jokes, his favorite being to pretend he doesn’t know something suuuper obvious, so the little can tell him the answer while giggling at how silly he is

Grian loves trains when hes little, he has a play mat with super detailed roads and houses on it that he likes to play trains on.

Pearl’s favorite thing to do when little is play pretend, she isn’t super used to having a cg I think so she probably prefers to go on adventures and get into trouble with her stuffed animals! 

I think Impulse is a cg for both Team ZITS and the Soup Group, Zed and Tango care for each other if they aren’t little themselves, as do Gem and Pearl

When Tango and Zed are both little Tango loves to be Zed’s big brother, but he’s frequently too loud for Zed and accidentally scares him, so Impulse always has to keep a close eye on him.

I think Joe and Etho both regress but its not super obvious when they do, as they are both older regressors (Joe 8-9, Etho 12-13). The main signs that Joe is little is that he doesn’t use as complex of vocabulary, and he is more energetic. Etho spends most of his time alone when he’s regressed, typically either drawing or watching anime and reading manga or comics.

also thank you so much for asking! I love talking about my agere hcs sooo much!

[anaquariusart]

Fuga Melodies of Steel Headcannons

!Spoilers for the first game!

Boron has the Felineko equivalent of a primordial pouch. (Shout out @small-toast for coming up with this one )

Chick and Hack have British accents. (I know they are supposed to be French, but their corgis and I can practically hear Chick saying “I want to be a proper lady” in a cockney accent).

Hanna is the least squeamish of the Fuga kids, she still gets scared but it's not like she will faint at the sight of blood or anything.

Wappa is the kind of kid to make mud pies, much to the older kid's dismay.

Kyle lets his bangs cover his eye to match Hanna's hair, she didn't notice.

Mei leaves out little snacks for the ghost girl (Jeanne)

When it gets too hot in the Taranis, Jin will wiggle is head to make his ears flap. Think of what an elephant does to cool off.

Some of the kids are still scared of the dark so Sheena uses her Nono/spells as little nightlights.

Malt's harmonica came from his dad.

Whenever the Taranis rolls into a town Hack would trade trinkets and treats with the town kids for issues of "The Adventures of Sucre".

Sheena talks to Bluette when she's by herself. But when the other kids saw her do this, they started talking to Bluette, so Sheena doesn't feel weird for doing it.

Chick really doesn't like it when people think she’s Hack.

Socks wished he could talk to Jeanne again to learn more about human technology, but even if he could he'd still be scared of girls at that point. (and yes, millennia old AI count too)

Britz favorite food is anything with apples.

One time Kyle told Wappa that she has a bit napoleon complex to her face, and she said "...so what?". (She doesn't know what that is)

It doesn't snow a lot in Shetland, so Jin doesn't know what to do when it does. "What?...Oh it's snowing...uh cool."

When Malt was a toddler, he got a really bad case of fleas when he was learning to tend to moosheep. So he takes extra care to make sure Mei doesn't catch them when playing with moosheep.

Yawns are contagious, but when Boron yawns the effect is multiplied by twenty.

Hanna is farsighted and needs glasses to read.

[cathartes-aurae]

@kvtie-pie tagged me to post 5 songs you wouldn't expect:

(idk what's unexpected from me lol)

"break the ice" by britney spears

"despre tine" by o-zone

"amish paradise" by weird al

"the corgi" by sleaford mods (my dad made us all listen to this song during our trip to orcas island)

"the scrappy" by bs 2000 (this is a side project from ad rock of the beastie boys, this album was foundational to my childhood lol)

i tag: @dionysus-complex, @sunset-out-west, @lingonberryjamistakenwhat, @inkcap

[nobodyexpectsthe]

Preferred name: Ire Preferred pronouns: he/they Favorite dinosaur: plesiosaur bc i too am too tall What's the coolest rock you own or have seen: Ontario has some really fucking cool rock formations. every time i go on a road trip over there & i'm playing passenger princess (rarely) i take pictures of the cliff faces

What piece of media was your first experience with Dragon Age?: Dragon Age Origins. I tried to play it on PS3 and realized very, very quickly this is not a fun game to play on console. What was your first Dragon Age game?: Origins! Like a few months before Dragon Age 2 came out. Which is your favorite DA game?: Dragon Age 2 What was your first DA book or comic?: Asunder Which is your favorite DA book or comic?:  Still working through them so ca't say for sure yet. Who is your favorite DA character? (please don’t include untagged character hate in your answer – keep it positive!):  Vivienne honestly. Every time I play Inquisition I just have to admire what a complicated person she is, and complexity wins me over every time. What was your first ship? Romantic or platonic: Leliana & Morrigan, i wanted them to kiss so bad What's your "forever" ship? Romantic or platonic: Dorian & Bull What is your favorite DA-verse creature? (nug, giant, halla, etc): Halla and I'm still mad we didn't get a halla mount.

What's the best advice you've ever gotten?: uhhhhh do what makes you happy & you will find your people

Are you comfortable receiving feedback / asks from others as the event goes on and will request on certain days that other people reach out? What are your boundaries? If you're okay with asks/comments, are you okay with them from anyone or followers only?: i'm pretty cool with things from everybody

Share a picture of something you're excited about/something that you love if you're comfortable doing so!

this is my dog pixie and she is the light of my life & everything you have ever heard about corgi ownership is true and wonderful

Repost, don't reblog. Remember to tag your posts with so people can find them later!

[ofvaliancys]

[ LEE DOHYUN, 30, CIS MAN, HE/HIM ] welcome to Antioch, MOON HYUN-JIN ! local sources report that you’ve been in town for 23 YEARS and are known to be AMIABLE yet CAPRICIOUS. others have dredged up rumors that you’re involved in THE STELLAR SOCIETY as A CULT DEFECTOR, but most know you for your work as a DOCTOR at SAINT PETER'S HOSPITAL. we’ll see you around town soon ! 

THE BASICS.

character name. moon hyun-jin nicknames. jin, jinnie ( close friends ) faceclaim. lee do-hyun birthday. june 10, 1994 place of birth. seoul, south korea sexuality. bisexual zodiac. gemini mbti. tba moral alignment. tba occupation. doctor place of work. saint peter's hospital subplot affiliation. the stellar society 3 positive traits. amiable, meticulous, steadfast 3 negative traits. acerbic, capricious, vindictive languages. korean, english love language. acts of service

BACKGROUND.

read here !

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

stellar society members: current or former ! for current, are they mad that he defected and resent him for the fact ? do they keep tabs on him, worried that he'll spill their secrets ? will they try and convince him to return ? or do they understand why he left, and want him to help them ? anything is possible !

extended family: hyunjin surely has relatives out there that he hasn't spoken to in ages ... a cousin perhaps ? maybe they helped him get out of the society, or housed him afterwards !

ride or die / best friend: someone that has been there for him through everything. think platonic soulmates ... they know everything about each other, even the side of hyunjin that he keeps under lock and key. potentially roommates ?

childhood friends: self-explanatory ! bonus points if they knew his mother <3

friends from university: they would've had to be very patient with him ... or not ! he was very reclusive and stern, probably pushing away ( or trying to ) the people he cared about. he owes them an apology, either way.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION.

hyunjin is very much a golden retriever ; the most lighthearted person, easy to get along with. if you've ever met him, even just briefly, you’d know he has a heart of gold. it's worn on his sleeve ! would he give you the shirt off of his back if you needed it ? definitely. however, there's a lot more to him than what meets the eye. don't let those puppy eyes fool you into thinking he's naive !

he’s an attending at saint peter’s ! hardworking king.

he has an orange cat named saja ( lion ), and a little corgi named eun-bi. they're his children & they're so spoiled.

despite being the gentlest, nicest sweetheart, he has a more ... complex, stern side to his personality. he's unpredictable ! at this point in his life, he's mastered façades, and the skill of cunning. he's extremely perceptive ; gets reads on people and situations quickly, and if you've done something to hurt him or someone he cares about, he will go out of his way to get closer to you, earn your trust, just to take you down in the end.

now that he's no longer seeking revenge on his father / is out of the society, he's attending therapy. his healing journey is finally started ! he's prone to episodes of catatonia and is a very paranoid individual below the surface ; he is on antipsychotics to treat hallucinations.

like jae, hyunjin is blunt. straight to the point. where they differ in this is jae hates conversing to begin with and usually walks away from things, lacking the energy for petty things, while hyunjin likes to dig his heel in — he's smart-mouthed, and will clap back, usually with a smile. his father hated how stubborn and snarky he can be, but at least it's entertaining !

*more to be added !

[clonehigh-takes]

I want a clone of the queen known as Lizzie and let her have superority complex and like a bazillion corgis shes constantly got with her. There's one in her purse

agreed

[blitzy-blitzwing]

Different anon here, but just a couple things that may help-

First, are you sure it was an attack and not aggressive play fighting? I'm not doubting your version of events, but Fizz is still a puppy and may not understand what the appropriate amount of force is for even just play rough housing so it may look like an attack. Proper training, working with other dogs, and giving her a different outlet should help with that.

But that leads me to my second point which is-how safe is your other dog? Fizz is a large breed and even if it is an accident because she's a puppy, she could still seriously hurt your other dog. (Heck even small dogs can do damage to big ones; we had a family with poorly trained corgis living up the street from us growing up and one tried to go after our shepherd and was small enough to get to her stomach if we and their owner hadn't intervened.) Both dogs' safety is something you do have to consider in the meantime while Fizz is learning and growing. If you can't monitor them while they're together or have the space/resources to keep them apart when no one can keep an eye on them, that could be a problem you need to address.

As much as tough love anon was right, I think people forget how complex stuff like this can get. Of course Fizz is still a baby and yes some life style changes are made and work put in when you get a new puppy. But you can't ignore the safety of other pets in the meantime, even if things will eventually settle down.

I don't know. Your situation is a rough one and I'm sorry you have to go through it, but there's no simple fix. Maybe you and everyone else should sit down and talk things out more once emotions settle a bit to figure out what's best not just for Fizz but your other dog and yourselves too. Not while you're still upset with Fizz for what just happened.

Sorry, I know you weren't looking for advice but I thought it might help as well as letting you know it's a shitty situation and you have my sympathies. Just take some time as you can and try to figure out what's the best for you and yours. *hugs*

Oh no no, it wasn’t really an attack. Fizz more or less pushed her over but she was growling and the fur on her back was standing up. ☹️

My other dog is so much more calmer that I doubt she’d seriously hurt Fizz, but she growls at her to stay away(that Fizz ignores).

Fizz is still learning and growing but she’s not compatible with our other dog, who we still want with us until her end.

This is a shitty situation. 😩