#bark bark.txt

[insomniyawn]

I went to make a new pinned post, and realized I never shared my presson nails here! These were made by the lovely Stargaze nails (Twitter, Instagram) and are genuinely one of the coolest art pieces I own. Consider shooting them a cmm req!

[dogfi]

Accidentally talking really loud while others are trying to be quiet feels like a very dog thing. Like I’m sorry!!! I’m so excited!! With so many things to say!!! UWAAAA…

[jakebark]

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Well, it was something that Fancy was answering him, even if Jake was still being chased. I still have to kill you. Well, if that didn’t make his hair stand on end. That phrase from Dwight’s oh-so-familiar voice—it was viscerally, immutably wrong.

It wasn’t long before Fancy caught up to him in the chase and he went down biting the inside of his lip as to not cry out in pain. Jake didn’t look up as Fancy reached over to pick him up, just let out a nearly-inaudible hiss as he was picked up and taken, gingerly enough, to a hook. He needed another hook? Jake didn’t have the time, nor ability, to question what that meant before he was impaled on the iron hook. Fancy didn’t hang around, either, gone as soon as he could be.

Ace was the one to unhook him and bandage the wounds around his chest and leg. Even he was short on jokes this trial, which was something of a blessing. When he was done, he mentioned there was a generator almost done, the one on the large boat, and both of them headed that way. Not halfway there another scream split the air—long. Guttural. Adam.

“Damn,” Ace clicked his teeth. “He didn’t even get to unhook somebody first.”

Jake gave him a side glance. “I’ll get him,” he said. Ace shot him a surprised look before shrugging. He continued to the generator, while Jake doubled back, heading carefully towards the red aura in the distance. Well, you got your one more hook, he thought. What, was that bare minimum? Three? Or… something else? Maybe it had to do something with his ability. The second generator finished as he unhooked Adam. They healed and split ways—Jake, again, looking for their opponent. The moment he heard the killer’s aura he picked up the pace, trying to zone in on it. Fancy was chasing somebody again, and they went down before too long—Jane, again. Jake was nearby at this point, and as the auras of the hooks lit up white around him, he looked around briefly to take in their locations. He made a bet and took off for one of them, untying and dismantling the hook’s base supports to send it tumbling to the ground.

He’d only said he needed one more. And now Jake needed his explanation.

[were-puppy]

*thinks about my daddy just walkin up behind me and just grabbing all over me n fondling me up*

[absithianludcity]

Cursed Leo Screenshots!

That’s all I have I’ll add more later

[borderbunny]

im doing sooo good in my life i just need to move out of this house. just needa live in a pet free house and i'll be perfect

[lunaselenophile]

Hey google, how to be a dog

[insomniyawn]

hi im zee and i have a lot of feelings about magnai oronir! rambling about it a bit under the cut

i think hes really easy to misinterpret, but on the flip side of that i cant even blame people for it. a lot of his character shines through in optional dialogue, such as him musing on baatu's wife being a great healer who tended to him after naadam. i think its a cute look into his views on love- its easy to interpret him as some incel-y dom type, but you get little bits like that where he shows how he wants to be doted on. how he envisions his fairy tale romance!

which isnt to say he isnt a more dominant type. he doesnt hesitate to walk up to yshtola and plead for her answer, and even in optional dialogue he worries he may be too much, "if i were to meet my nhaama on the frozen plains, a woman as pure as the driven snow, do you think that the suns radiance would burn too brightly for her?" of course, we also factor in that a vital part of his spirituality is that he believes himself a direct descendant of azim. he was also khagan, which is a hefty position to be in, so i do think hes more used to that in charge mentality. why he honestly struggles with the idea of a dominant partner.

and this is where i do get the incel comments- hes very much reduced to a bit, which i very much dislike. i think the varied spirituality of the xaela tribes is some of the most beautiful world building in xiv and not only did they do nothing with it; they quite frankly watered it down for not just magnai but sadu and cirina too. it was disappointing to watch happen. though, i dont think hes full on incel since hes receptive to the answers he gets. but that scene in endwalker where hes commenting on how the ladies were dressed definitely had me thinking "youve got to reflect on how you speak to women." hes got a bit of misogyny to sort out. but so does the entire game honestly LMAO, and to be fair urianger also gets "slutshamed" by cirina so its not the most offensive bit to me

i want to say i fully dislike how hes written post stb, but i personally cant help be charmed by how stupid magnai is. i dont think its entirely inaccurate either- i dont think this was intentional, but i think its natural for walls to be formed after being bullied for how romantic his mind was from a young age. for him to respond to that treatment by digging his heels in and remaining firm on what he wants, potentially dismissing well meaning suggestions as the former bullying.

i also cant say i think its accurate though, hes shown in stormblood to be a pretty thorough khagan who honestly wouldve stayed on top if the literal wol didnt step in. i dont think hes as stupid as some bits make him out to be. though to be fair, its entirely possible his brain just processes situations he can approach strategically better as opposed to ones he has to bring emotion into.

ultimately though, i think what he really wants is a partner he can rest with. so much is expected of him, and he yearns for someone who can tend to him for once. i think its really charming! i wish that was shown in a way that reflected how charming it is. again, though, i can say that about sadu and cirina too. xaela lore is some of my favorite writing and they really didnt keep it up in endwalker imho... still gonna kick my feet and giggle every time i see magnai though hehehe

[insomniyawn]

kibble(goldfish) ranking

4. Pretzel - Really yummy, but just doesn't hold up to the other three in terms of kibble feeling. Would rather have different pretzels over goldfish pretzels

3. Colors - Plain, classic. The lack of dust makes it feel just a bit less kibble-y though. I still feel like a dog eating a treat though, and the colors are delightful

2. Flavor Blasted - Perfect kibble. The dust is great for the texture, and they taste really yummy thanks to it.

Vanilla Cupcake Grahams - Same as above, but also has the melt in your mouth graham base on top of that. Ideal kibble.

[insomniyawn]

au ra scale maintenance (sighs dreamily)

[insomniyawn]

sorry i cant post like this on twitter but i need magnai like, astronomically bad

[jakebark]

Unlike in nature, this doe sauntered up to the wolf, a cup of punch in each hand. Kate had a habit of approaching wallflowers, and it seemed as though Jake had become her next target. "Well, you look mad enough to drown some kittens," she mused, offering him one of the cups. "Not havin' fun?" @wanderingsongbird

Jake watched Kate approach from a ways away, hoping the entire time that she was going to suddenly pivot and head her course another way, but the doe-masked survivor wouldn’t be so merciful to him. He didn’t mind Kate’s presence as much as he did some other survivors, but still. It was the principal of the thing.

He rolled his eyes at the comment, glancing skeptically at the cup of punch before he accepted it. “Too many people,” he said. “And I look stupid in this damn getup.” He brought the cup up to his nose briefly before he took a sip. “…Thanks, I guess.”

[jakebark]

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Jake could tell Dwight was becoming agitated, stressed, but—the exact reason why Jake’s words were affecting him so strongly was unknown to him. Maybe it was just the Entity, blood-hungry, urging him forward, or his own guilt. Something. Maybe their fighting and struggling made it just a little bit easier, and he didn’t want to be handed someone’s life to take on a silver platter. Maybe that was just too personal.

But, personal or not, Fancy clearly had to make some bare minimum and if Jake could help, maybe it would make him feel better in the long run. Be less anguished—although he knew just as well it would turn into more self-loathing. But he still couldn’t help to want to help.

“I’m serious!” Jake threw back. He turned a corner along one of the tiles, where he could take the chase straight to the window, but he instead broke off and ran once out of sight, hoping to reach another pallet safely. “You wouldn’t—you wouldn’t hurt us by accepting help!”

He reached one and threw it early. Fuck—he had no idea how he was still unscathed from this chase. Probably from how awfully distracted Fancy seemed to be, and as his desperation in the chase was making him a little too clumsy. “It’s not like that fucker can tell the difference anyway.” A generator went off in the distance. Two left. “Since he apparently spends all his time trying to corrupt perfectly good people,” Jake said bitterly. He considered stopping there, letting Dwight strike him down then with relative ease, but—he couldn’t. Not yet. Doing so would just leave his teammates to suffer a trial undermanned and overwhelmed, and do nothing for him except bring about guilt. He kept in motion instead, not daring to look back.

[jakebark]

( @the-game-warden ) Kel

One of the benefits to this new... Arrangement in the Fog was that Kel now had more access to the Quarries of other Entities. Until the Masquerade she hadn't bothered with them, too invested in her own projects and busy with ensuring that the Overlap would not affect them overmuch. But now that she had time to relax and socialize, the chance to speak one-on-one with other Entities' creatures presented Kel with an irresistible opportunity to gain new information.

The first of which she wanted to speak with was the Canine Jake. She always did enjoy how easy it was to manipulate her own version into a more animalistic mindset. The idea of a variant who had a quite literal feral side was very interesting to her indeed.

Kel approached this Jake, standing alone in the gardens (as she expected, given the Warden's demonstrated preferences). Her claws were folded against her back as to not alarm him overmuch, but they were still visible nonetheless. She had appearances to maintain, after all.

"What brings you out to the gardens?" she asked, genuinely curious about his answer. She had a few guesses, but she couldn't help but wonder how much the wolf side of him would impact his decisions.

For the most part, the far corners of the garden had been relatively useful in keeping him away from others. It had been a pleasant minute since he’d been last bothered, and for once it seemed his penchant for hanging out in the one place that could kill him was actually doing him a favor. But like all good things in life, it had to be ruined by one of the godforsaken spider bitches.

It was easy enough to recognize her for what she was, after he noticed the talons on her back and the strange aura that all of the Entities tended to carry about, and the moment it clicked his interest in talking to her plummeted from zero to ‘actively avoid’. He let out a sigh through his teeth that was so heavy it rattled in his throat, almost a low growl, and he said nothing at all to her. Instead, he spun on his heel and stalked off in the opposite direction.

He was keenly aware that she fell into step behind him. Jake’s teeth ground and he kept walking.

He walked all the way to the hedge maze before he finally stopped, counted to five in his head, and then looked back at Kel. “Could you fuck off?” he snapped. “I’m not gonna talk to you. It’s none of your damn business anyway.” Nosy ass Entities.

[jakebark]

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Jake was blessed with wonderful silence for the next few moments. Thirty seconds, a minute, maybe two—he had no way to tell, time only measured by how much more the sounds around him were beginning to blur, unable to focus on anything in the din of voices and footsteps and ambience. He felt a weight in his lap then, and glanced down, brow furrowing upon making eye contact with the clear glass eyes of the rabbit helmet-mask.

He looked over at Glyph, turning his head just slightly to hear him better as the Dwight explained himself. His brow furrowed, the gears in his brain visibly turning as he tried to figure out where the lapse in communication had occurred. He did not, physically, have enough blood in his veins to try to puzzle out something like this.

“…Think you… misunderstood me,” Jake said, centering unfocused golden eyes on the man. “’M not… tryin’ to give no wishes out, or trying to… get any.” He didn’t know what he’d wish for if he had one. He would never be lucky enough to wish for freedom, and beyond an end to what he dealt with here there was very little he desired. He pushed the helmet away. “Sides… reason I said tha’s’cause it’d… be a lot easier for me if you could just…” Jake clicked his tongue, making a brief motion with his thumb. “Save… me some time. ’Cause, uh… buddy, that… y’gotta kill someone for the wish, y’know, is not just the… the mask.”

His head tipped forward finally, chin resting against his chest. His breathing was getting quicker, shallower; not a good sign by any means. The exhaustion was creeping up, and it was hard to keep his eyes open anymore, so he stopped trying to.

Jake let out a little noise from the back of his throat; one that was tired, pained, too much of both to bother muffling anymore. “Got one wish,” he corrected, quietly, speaking far too slowly. He was starting to slip into delirium. “Gonna… fuck up… fuck up that, this bastard. Yeah, that’s… nnh.” He winced and his feet briefly shifted like he was trying to draw his legs up to curl in on himself, but he hardly moved at all. “…m gonna… kill him.”

[jakebark]

[1][2] | @vigos-journal

Jake’s teeth clenched as Vigo turned away to wheeze in laughter—quietly, maybe, but not quietly enough. He kept glaring at the ram-masked man, because at least being frustrated with him distracted him for the far-too-certain wave of embarrassment that would come if he dared to acknowledge all of the people that were looking and staring and probably wondering what the fuck happened and—fuck he hated being around so many people.

Vigo, at least, didn’t say anything, although the look on his face told enough what he was thinking. “Yes, I’m fine,” Jake snipped back far too sharply, finally looking away to pick up the butterknife he’d knocked off the table before it had come down with him, tossing it back onto the surface before he slid back in his chair, resting one elbow on the table and resting his chin on it. It also had the bonus effect of hiding his eyes from some of the onlookers, even more than the now-slightly-off-kilter mask already did.

“No, I do not want to be here,” Jake huffed after a second, “and I’ve tried leaving, and I can’t, so yeah. I might be a little fuckin’ rude.”