#book of fox-puppy

[transfem-goddess-temple]

Oh Elira, I need you to help this little fox puppy make her fantasies real ><

To only wear a collar, fox ears and a tail. To just be a pet that can be used whenever and however you like, to go with you anywhere because I am an attention slut. To be relentlessly fucked and used untill I am so dumb I can't talk. To be dumbified until the only thing I can think of is you, and the only thing I want is to serve a goddess like you.

Would you make this little fox puppy happy? (⁠ᗒwᗕ⁠)

Oh Foxy, I’m glad you’ve come to my doors~

Come in dear. Now take those clothes off, you don’t need them anymore. Better yet, let me rip those pesky things off of you.

I walk up and grab your shirt, ripping it open with ease. Your nipples twitch and harden in the cold temple air, but you don’t have a moment to react before I rip the clothes off your lower half as well. You stand completely naked before your Goddess.

That’s better. Now for your collar. I snap my fingers and a gilded collar appears in my hand. There’s a name tag on the front that reads “Fox-Puppy”. That looks perfect. Let me put it on you.

I walk around behind you, my hand trailing your body and giving your pretty ass a little squeeze before you feel the collar around your neck. It tightens, not so much that it hurts, but just enough that you feel constantly reminded that it is there.

Perfect. And you said you wanted to wear ears and a tail as well? Oh dear, why would you wear them when I could just give you real ones?

You feel a weird sensation, like a tingling on your head and back. You reach up and feel a pair of warm fox ears planted on your head. You focus hard and they twitch, curl, and perk up at your command. Before you can check your rear end, you feel a pull on your new tail. I’ve grabbed it and am giving it small, repeated tugs. With each one you moan and start to get wetter.

I made them extra sensitive for you, I hope you like it. Now, let’s start your inauguration, shall we?

I push you forward to your hands and knees. You bite your lip in anticipation as I use your tail to lift your ass higher, your puppyparts of full display for me. Before you know it, the top of my gock is teasing your slutty fox hole, and just a moment later I slam it in. Your mind snaps in half as you scream from the pleasure. Your eyes cross, feeling me throb deep inside you, deeper and thicker than any toy you have ever used. It takes all of your willpower not to cum without permission. You look back to see me, blinded by your need to look at your goddess. But all you can focus on is my girldick, and how it’s only 3/4ths of the way inside you.

Ah, what beautiful screams. I just know you’re going to be one of my favorite fuckdolls.

I start thrusting back and forth. With each movement, you feel yourself grow used to my size. You also get used to the feeling of your mind getting rearranged. What were you doing before this? It doesn’t matter, cause now you’re your Goddess’s slut.

Okay, let’s lay down how you’re going to serve me. First of all, you’re my little fuckpet. I use you however and whenever I wish, understand?

You pant and drool, trying to form a sentence, but all you can think about is my cock. Finally, you just nod.

Good girl. Next, you follow where I go. If you lag behind, I’ll just put you on my cock to warm it so you don’t stray away.

‘Sounds like heaven’ you think, nodding again.

Do you care who sees you while I use you? Or do you want everyone to know what a slutty pet you are like a good attention whore?

How were you supposed to answer that? You couldn’t speak right now, you can barely think. In response, you let out two quick moans, signaling you want the second option.

Oh, that’s so cute. Puppy’s learning how to cope with her emptying mind? What a good girl. Last rule, and we already talked about this. You only cum when I tell you to.

You nod your head frantically.

Perfect, but let’s talk about your punishment if you ever fail and cum without permission. If you cum without my word, you will be strapped down, hands above your head and legs open. You will be stuffed full of vibrators and put out in the open for all to see. You’ll show them what you are, a dirty slut who likes to cum.

Anyone and everyone who wants can grab a remote and turn the vibrators on. Anyone can watch you squirm and moan, and they’ll give you all the horny attention in the world. They’ll touch themselves to your moans. They’ll be free to come up and tease you all they want. They’ll be free to use your mouth to get off, having you lick their pussies, suck their cocks, and clean their balls of all their musky sweat. They’ll be free to cum all over you like a fucking canvas. They’ll even be free to pull out your vibrators and fuck your puppyparts. They can scissor you, lick you, or even penetrate you as much as they want. And they can breed you, cumming deep inside before shoving the vibrators back in to keep their seed in you.

And you? You get to cum as much as you want. Your brain will get fried from the pleasure and you’ll beg for a moment of peace that will never come. You will cum again and again and again, until you can’t cum anymore. But even then you’ll keep cumming, because that’s what free use puppy art does. Of course, I’ll come by every now and then. I’d love to see my pretty fox and fill her a few times. Each time I do, I’ll whisper into your ear how you’re a good slut and should follow orders. And each time I do that, I’m sure your dumb little puppy brain will understand what I mean; that your my free use cumdump fuckpet, and you cum when I say you cum. And that’s the thought I want playing on repeat through that pretty skull of yours.

When I think you’ve learned your lesson, I’ll let you out and watch you stumble around, all dazed. I’ll let you recover in my arms before putting you back to work. I’m sure after that you will be a good fox and wait to cum until I say so. That is, until you want to be punished again.

You feel the world melt around you as I keep pounding you. You heard every word I said, and they only made you hornier. You want to beg me to let you stay. You want to say how much you love the idea of being my free use fuckpet. You want to tell me all the depraved things you want me to did to you. But it’s all too many words, and all you can spot out is a pleasure riddled: YES GODDESS!~

That’s a good girl. I grunt as I start pounding you faster. Fuck, all that talk really got me going. Are your ready for your first load, foxy?

YES!~

Good girl. You feel my cock throb as my grip on your hips tightens. It throbs again and again as I start to moan louder and louder. Finally, you feel cum burst from my cock. The hot jizz floods your insides, filling you up more than you thought possible. You grit your teeth holding back the urge to cum yourself, moaning and panting like you’re in heat.

That’s right, worship me!

You do. You do worship her. With what thought you have left in your dumbified brain, you pledge your allegiance to Goddess Elira. Finally, I stop cumming and pull out from you. I walk around and pick you up, holding you in my arms.

That’s it, that’s a good fox. You snuggle yourself into my bosom. Oh, and did I mention that my cum can be filled with estrogen? Your new ears perk up and you look at me with wide excited eyes. Yes, that’s right dear. The more cum I pump into you, the more estrogen you get, if that’s what you want. You smile and nuzzle back into me.

You’re gonna like it here~

[agere-pngs]

Jellycat "If I Were A..." Baby Books

[honey-bri-books]

Sweetie Pie! 🐶

[pr0fessional-cunt]

cattonquick headcanons

[🫶🏽]

- oliver is such a little manipulator. he likes to look up at felix a certain way and give him puppy eyes just to make the older boy cave in

- height difference. felix likes to reach over oliver and grab stuff off of shelves for him

- felix files everything oliver likes into his mind for later

- oliver buys a bottle of felixs’ fav cologne just to spray it on a pillow and cuddle with it

- felix sometimes doodles on olivers hand while they laze around

- oliver has to resist biting felix, his cuteness aggression is so bad

- felix cried at the end of “the fox and the hound,” which lead to oliver comforting him

- oliver is actually good with a stripper pole for some reason?? he can spin himself around quite well, people are genuinely impressed by it

- oliver is the type of mf to doodle “felix + oliver” and “oliver catton” in his notebook

- one time felix was so drunk oliver had to unzip his pants for him.

- oliver likes stronger drinks while felix likes fruity ones

- so much domestic touching. felix always has a hand on oliver; wether it be his shoulder, his thigh, or his waist

- felix likes to play with the hair at the nape of oliver’s neck

- felix will find things that remind him of oliver and text him about it

- oliver and felix are the “introvert the extrovert adopted” duo

- felix takes a digital camera everywhere. most of the sd card memory are photos of oliver

- oliver hates movies with jumpscares, and so does felix. they spend the movie huddled on one corner of the couch

- felix is possessive, in such a subtle way. he likes to hog oliver to himself

- oliver is a literature nerd. he loves classic books, especially frankenstein

- felix honestly loves that he’s olivers closest (only) friend

- felix: he asked for no pickles

oliver: 🧍🏻

- oliver blushes easily, the tips of his ears turn bright red

- felix likes to let oliver borrow his clothes just so he can see the younger man swimming in his shirts

- felix loves house parties, oliver is just along for the ride

- oliver often finds himself fixing felix’s hair or his clothes, making sure everything is correct

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 31

part 1 | part 30 | ao3

updating the rating to E. cw: recreational drug use/marijuana, foreplay, mild-to-moderate spit kink

“I feel like a water bottle,” Steve slurs. At some point he wiggled his way between Eddie’s legs to get a better look at his tattoos — starting at his ankles and working his way up, pointing at each piece and asking, "What's this? And what's that?"

Eddie explained each one in turn: the quotes, the lyrics, the silly art. "This one's the Elvish word for friend. That one's from an Iron Maiden song. Oh, the asterisk? It's supposed to be an asshole. No, I'm serious! That's how Vonnegut drew them in his books."

Now Steve’s lying flat on his back between Eddie’s splayed thighs, eyelids heavy, body warm. 'Go Your Own Way' plays softly on the stereo, and Eddie continues his tattoo tour, the fingers of his free hand weaving patterns through Steve's hair — lazy, twirling zig-zags that send skitters of sensation across his scalp and down his spine.

Steve feels like he could die right now. Happy. Held. Content.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

“This is fucking awesome,” he hums.

“Good,” Eddie grins at him, “I’m glad.” He scratches lightly at his scalp. “What were you, uh— what were you saying about a water bottle?”

Oh, right. Steve lifts a hand; pantomimes tilting a bottle back and forth. “Like, uh….. Sssloshy.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie snorts. “You’re so high.”

“Mmmmhm.”

“And you look like you’re jerking off a ghost."

“I’ll jerk off your ghost,” Steve mutters petulantly.

"I’m sure my ghost would love that.”

Eddie reaches for the joint and takes another drag, and Steve tilts his neck, arching up to look at him. Bites his lip at the pretty picture Eddie makes: the sharp shadows and delicate lines, the shape of his full lips exhaling rings of smoke. Big for a guy's. He remembers thinking that a couple weeks ago. That they were big. That they looked soft.

And now he thinks: Kissable.

Steve licks his lips. “What about your, uh- not ghost?”

Eddie laughs like he’s watching a newborn puppy try to walk. “You want to touch my dick so bad.”

“S’probably a good dick,” Steve shrugs, unashamed.

He probably should be — ashamed. Guilty for the feelings stirring deep inside his chest; feelings weed brings to the surface, sends southbound, turns to need. He can imagine how the good, god-fearing Catholics who raised him would react if they could see him now, how they'd foam and froth and rage, red-faced and covered in spittle as they shouted that he's condemning himself to Hell.

But the thing is, he's already in Hell. He's been here since July.

And anyway, Hell's kinda nice. Gentle and warm, surprisingly kind. Hell smells like leather and tobacco, like weed and aftershave, and it sounds like Lindsey Buckingham, and it likes to braid Steve's hair.

Hell has endless, inky eyes and probably kisses him with tongue.

Heat spreads through him like molten honey at the thought, spilling hot over the edges, curling in his core, and Steve turns his head to the side and drags his mouth over a tattoo on Eddie’s inner thigh — a cartoon cloud over a curled-up snoozing fox. He noses at the edge of Eddie's shorts; pushes them up.

Goosebumps pebble under the warm press of his lips. "What's this one?" Steve whispers, nudging the fabric further up.

Eddie’s laugh is quiet and strained. "Something I don't want to discuss with your mouth this close to my dick. Stevie," he warns, but it's breathless, full of want. There's a wet spot on his shorts.

Steve pushes onto his belly, blows hot breath over the spot, liquid fire coursing through him at he stares at the bulge in Eddie’s shorts. Blistering heat, the sweetness dense, rich and thick on his tongue; in his veins. He mouths at the crease of Eddie's thigh. Eddie smells so good, like skin and sweat and boy, and Steve wants this. Wants it so badly he feels the ache inside his teeth. I dreamed the goddess poured ambrosia...

Steve feels it drip from head to toe.

"Steve." Eddie's voice is sharp this time, commanding and firm as he fists a hand in Steve's hair — not hurting him; not letting him move. Keeping him from putting his mouth just where he wants.

Steve makes a desperate sound and rocks his hips against the bed.

"Steve, stop," Eddie scolds. Pulls his hair a little harder, like he’s tugging on a leash.

"Eddie, please.” Steve’s eyes roll back, and he shifts his hips again. Just once; just a bit. Not nearly hard enough.

"No. Behave. Be good."

Steve freezes — tenses every muscle, holds himself so still, his face flushing with shame, because he didn’t mean to not be good. Didn’t mean to do anything bad. He blinks at Eddie with watery eyes and says he’s sorry, his voice cracking around the word.

"God," Eddie groans. His fist tightens in Steve’s hair, and his hips twitch off the bed, the curve of his cock brushing the tip of Steve's nose. Fuck. "Holy shit. Roll over."

"What?"

"On your back, like you were before." He’s panting when he says it, and Steve does as he's told; flips over onto his back, face bracketed by Eddie's thighs, the tent in his own shorts embarrassingly big. Obvious.

"Good,” Eddie exhales. “That’s- Jesus. Yeah, that’s good." He sinks back against the wall with a winded sigh.

And then he doesn't say anything else.

Doesn’t even move, just slouches down to catch his breath.

Steve kind of wants to cry; feels chastised and stupid, because of course Eddie doesn't want this. He already said he didn't, didn't he? Not tonight, anyway. And now Steve’s ruined things by being high and dumb and selfish, getting himself worked up over nothing and making it Eddie’s problem, and he'll probably spend the rest of this night miserable and blue-balled because he's a horny idiot, but that's—

It’s fine, if Eddie wants to cool things off; if he doesn't want to— he's allowed to not want—

"Here's what's about to happen.”

Steve snaps his head up to listen. Twists his neck around, sees Eddie lounging against the wall like a bored king on a throne, one ringed hand cupping himself loosely through his shorts. He squeezes once, takes another deep breath; lets it out long and controlled. Steve’s gonna fucking drool. "You’re gonna touch yourself for me.”

Steve moans. Guttural and loud, the sound punched out of his lungs, because Eddie’s voice comes out like gravel — husky, deep, the words authoritative and slow; like Steve needs to be punished; like Eddie’s merciful.

“You’re going to touch yourself exactly how I tell you to, and only how I tell you to. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you speed up. If it's too much—" His hand moves to Steve’s cheek, slapping lightly against the bone. “—you tap out, or you tell me.”

Steve nods his head, entranced. Eddie’s thumb moves to his mouth. “And if you’re very, very good…” He tugs his bottom lip; presses in; lets him suck. “…then I’ll let you watch me come. How does that sound?”

Steve whines; hollows his cheeks, sucking harder, flicking his tongue. Eddie’s thighs clamp down around him, and when he pulls his hand away the spit clings to his thumb, a delicate string connecting them before it breaks. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.” He smears the spit over Steve’s chin. “Does that sound good?”

Steve nearly swallows his tongue.

—

part 32

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[rere-the-writer]

can you write headcannons for Kol Mikaelson being head over heels for you and basically being wrapped around your finger?

Yes and yes

Warnings: Fluff, Soft!Kol, Protective Kol

Kol met you in Mystic Falls

Soft sweet lady with a blood thirsty vampire

A fox with a shy little mouse

Kol is protective of you

Men who flirt with you or makes you uncomfortable are gone

This man is willing to kill for you

Kol will and has dropped anything for you

Will get you anything you want

Klaus is annoyed with how Kol follows you around like a love sick puppy

Elijah and Rebekah find you two adorable

You literally calm Kol by breathing

Midnight cuddles are a must

You wake Kol by peppering him with kisses

Kol barely feeds on anyone that isn't you

Elena and others always bring up Kol's mistakes

His nicknames for you: sunshine, beloved, little mouse

Your nicknames for him: Ko, handsome fox, honey pie, love

Elijah could name many times on one hand that Kol threaten Damon

Kol loves seeing you in sundresses

You have so many gifts that Kol had gotten you when you made off hand comments

Say the word and Kol would do whatever you ask

"I always wanted to go to Paris." Cue Kol booking a first class seat to France

Whatever hobbies you have Kol is getting the supplies for it

"I love you, honey pie." "I love you more sunshine."

[shanastoryteller]

Have a happy Valentine’s Day! Hokage daughter au?

a continuation of 1 2

Tsume likes Minato. He's one of the strongest ninjas she's ever come across and he's an exceptionally fair hokage while not going too far that it becomes a weakness.

He is not, however, an exceptionally good father. She would have described him as a good husband, before, but Kushina has never been able to forgive him for what he did to their daughter.

Kushina is still stuck on that day in more ways than one. The combination of a difficult birth and the fox demon ripping itself from her wrecked her body and chakra coils to an extent that she's barely an active duty ninja. But it's not just physical. Kushina lives in fear of that moment repeating, of finding herself powerless and trapped as her husband chooses protecting their village over their child, and it clouds her judgement.

Tsume can't fault Minato's choice, personally, considering what was at stake, nor Kushina's reaction when she woke up to find her infant daughter turned into a demon container.

She can't fault either of them for that day, but she faults them both for every day that came after.

Minato finds looking at his daughter to be painful, sees her as his failure as a father and a husband, and Kushina only sees her as the child she failed to protect from the one person she never thought she'd have to protect her from.

Naruto is so much more than that.

The girl graduated Top Kunoichi. She stopped a coup and saved the Uchiha as an academy student, for fuck's sake. She's spent her whole childhood getting into trouble, outrunning ANBU and hiding from her own clansmen when she breaks in to pet the puppies or goad Kiba into playing with her.

Anyone with eyes can see that whatever ill effects were supposed to occur from her containing the nine tails aren't there. She's strong and smart and clever which is even more important than being smart. She regularly beats clan heirs into the dirt and runs circles around whatever poor ANBU has been assigned to watch her.

But Minato and Kushina have never been able to see their daughter properly.

"What are you hiding from me?" she asks Naruto after another training session where she and Sasuke show up clearly having already trained together. She wishes she could spy on them, but it's in the Uchiha compound, which won't let her dogs in, and there's no Uchiha that will betray Naruto.

She grins, arms raised as she stretches her arms above her head. "Me? Hiding things? I'm an open book, Sensei."

Sakura scrunches her nose and Sasuke keeps his face carefully neutral in a way that means he's laughing at her.

Tsume growls at them but lets it go - she has a clan to run and training these brats takes up enough of her time as it is.

Besides. What she doesn't know, she doesn't have to report to the hokage.

Which she's pretty sure is the reason Naruto's not telling her.

Clever girl.

[icemankazansky]

Top 5 Iceman Kazansky eras

Oh my God, this is inspired.

Lessee.

In chronological order:

USNA Valedictorian and Most Valuable Player (Varsity Lacrosse and Intramural Sex) Era

Work hard, play hard. Ice did his share of grinding in high school, excelling in academics and balancing as many extracurriculars as possible, but now he's out of his family home, and he can come into his own. Between his Navy work and the extra rigors of playing Division 1 sports, as well as the natural effects of aging, Ice is going to bulk up, lose his puppy fat, and get Stupid Hot. Now that he doesn't have the confines of being a minor living with your parents, he's also going to have the opportunity to slut it up properly. I love this for him.

Top Gun Era

Waist: Snatched. Patience: Nonexistent. He's the best, he knows he's the best, and he's looking his best. Cannot stop serving cunt for a single second. This man is a 24/7 cunt buffet with a heart of gold and a smile made of actual sunshine.

Hot Shot Era

For several years after TOPGUN (probably at least a decade), Ice is going to spend his life as an active duty pilot, in demand and the best of the best. He gets to prove his mettle, hone his skills, and fuck Maverick in aircraft carriers and exotic locales all over the world. I believe they refer to these as glory days. You're doing amazing, sweetie.

Dad Jeans Era

As he ages and is promoted away from flying full time, Ice is going to be less competitive as a reflex. That razor's edge he's maintained so long is going to get sanded down, and he'll become more comfortable with his place in life and the people with whom he shares it, and be more comfortable going without that icy mask, be more comfortable showing his softness. He's going to buy some sweaters. He's going to take some vacations. Maybe he'll pick up some hobbies. He'll buy a bird feeder. He's going to go full DILF.

Growing Old Together

A well-earned retirement for the man who was one of the world's best pilots, one of the highest-ranked military leaders in the world, and an Olympic gold medalist in sex. Sweater Ice is going to enter silver fox mode. He's going to retire and relax for five fucking minutes. He's going to learn to use Do Not Disturb mode on his phone. He's going to install a porch swing on the front porch of his forever home with Maverick. He's going to read books for pleasure, savoring them slowly the way he hasn't been able to in years. He's going to join the AARP and get discounts at restaurants once he's able to eat normally again after cancer and chemo. He and Maverick are going to take long vacations together, just the two of them, doing things they've wanted to do their entire lives. It's well deserved, Admiral.

[transfem-goddess-temple]

Oh goddess, I would be so proud of you made my small atheist holes into a great goddess loving cum dumpsters

I want to go inside your temple as a joke, because I thought that "gods didn't exist", and never come back because I understood the Devine spirit, and now I will serve goddess forever as her dumb little foxy pup

I need you to show me, how my life was just a mess before I became your cum filled slut.

You laugh haughtily at the group of scantily clad ‘worshippers.’ You strut around in your fancy dress, showing off all of your assets to them. “I can’t believe you’ve all fallen for this so called goddess’s words. Gods don’t exist, dummies.” You sit down and cross one of your legs over the other, making sure to show off that you have no panties on. “Even if this Elira was a goddess, I’m sure her beauty would pale in comparison to mine.”

The worshippers didn’t budge. They didn’t even look at your legs as you crossed them. You feel a vein in your forehead pop out in annoyance. Time to prove to these morons that you were the true pinnacle of sexual desire.

“I mean, look at me. I’ve got bouncy tits and a nice ass, and that’s not even half of it.” Your hand moves through your hair, your fox ears twitching. “I’m a fox girl. In the past, my kind were actually worshiped as gods. Even now there’s so much porn out there of dog girls and cat girls and fox girls that I might as well be considered a goddess.”

One of the worshippers laughed. She fucking laughed. You were about to give her a piece of your mind when you saw why she was laughing. The worshipper was a cat girl. You hadn’t noticed in your self focused speech, but the worshippers were a diverse bunch. Animal-human hybrids, cyborgs, mystical creatures and monsters, even some things you had never seen before. How strong was this Elira to have gathered all of these people?

You shake your head. “Of course, we weren’t gods. We were just a people who decided to take advantage of the lavishness poured upon us by others. Your Elira is no different. Just a greedy woman who wants to brainwash you all with sex. Well I’m not that dumb. I’m the apex here. She could kiss me, touch me, fuck me all she wants. But by the end of it she’ll be begging me to keep going, not the other way around.”

“Is that so?” A shiver runs down your spine. Why? You weren’t in any danger here. You were stronger than anything in these walls just by knowing the truth. There were no gods. You turn around to see the owner of the voice. A beautiful, bordering perfect woman steps forward, draped in silky blue robes. Her body bounces and sways in a nearly hypnotic way. Your heart can’t help but skip a beat at the sight.

You snap yourself out of the small trance. It was just a nice entrance that caught your eye, not the woman. You look back up at here with a smirk and a steely glare. “I’m guessing you’re the so called goddess. I have to say, you’ve run an impressive scam here.”

The woman frowns. “Scam? No dear, there’s no scam. I’ve given all my followers what they want and only asked that they live their best lives.”

You scoff. “Yeah sure. Anyway, you heard what I said. You can do whatever you want to me and I’ll have you begging for more.” Why were you doubling down on that specifically? It couldn’t be because you want that…

“Okay.” Her voice is so calm and confident. You wanted to be pissed off, but you just felt your heart melt. It was like this woman had magic powers. You steel your face in a smirk and walk over to her. You rip open her robe and kneel down at her crotch. You had to say, her cock was pretty big, but not the biggest you had taken. This would be easy.

You lift up the flaccid cock and stuff it in your mouth, taking it to the base instantly. You chuckle. Piece of cake. But Elira only smiles down on you. Then, her cock starts to harden.

It grows in your mouth, stiffening and pushing further down your throat. You can feel it bulge your neck, and you make a quick *ghurk* sound as it reaches its full length. It was far bigger than any cock you had ever taken. What have you gotten yourself into.

You moan involuntarily, your pussy dripping instantly. You rush your hand down to your crotch. It wasn’t her cock that got you wet. No. You were just getting ready for what’s coming after.

…what’s coming after~

She starts to flick your mouth, a wet moan escaping you with each thrust. Her cock keeps bulging your throat, getting even longer. It was reaching down to where your choker was strapped on your neck. If she got any bigger, the black band would snap. The thought got you wetter, and you rubbed your clit faster. You were about to cum. Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to be happen.

Elira grips the back of your head and slams her cock down your throat. Your choker snaps, and so does your brain. You moan loud, eyelid twitching as your pussy clenches tight. You squirt all over the floor, your cum creating a puddle around your knees. It feels so god damn good.

She pulls her cock out of your mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart.” She kneels down to pick up your choker, noticing the mass amount of cum it has landed in. “My, you seem to be having more fun that you thought you would.”

You let out a nervous laugh and avert your gaze. “Yeah right. You really think you made me c-cum?” You swallow hard, sweat pouring down your face. “Hah, no way. I just get this wet usually. Pretty impressive huh?”

“Very~” Elira coos. You feel a blush cover your face. She picks up your collar and wraps it around your neck, touching the two broken ends together. The ends mend together and your collar is fixed. Your eyes widen. How the hell did she do that?

No, this was just some sort of trick. You weren’t going to be fooled. She wasn’t a goddess. Deities don’t exist. You huff and get onto your hands and knees, hiking up your dress. “Well? Come on then! Fuck my pussy. I-If you think that’ll help your case. But we both know that you’ll end up begging for m-more like a slut.”

You breathe heavy the smoke on your face still cocky. But it felt like a mask, not the truth. You were hiding something behind your words. Elira smiles and gets lined up, spreading your pussy and teasing your hole. You breathe faster with each tease, your pussy twitching and getting wetter. You needed it in you. “Just put it in already!”

This time, she laughed at you. Before you could feel anything about that, you were filled with cock. You let out a scream of pleasure as her bitchbreaking girldick pummels your g-spot and punches through your cervix. It was no use trying to hold back; your pussy clenches tight and you cum again.

Your entire body shakes with pleasure as Elira hums, content with her second victory of the day. She leans down to your ear and whispers into it. “Oh? I’m certain that you came this time. Were you lying to me before? Did you cum from me using your throat.”

You groan in pleasure, ears twitching and drool dripping down your chin. You wanted to lie, you wanted to say no, but you couldn’t. You felt like you needed to be honest. To bow down and reveal the truth to the woman who was fucking your pussy so deep that your womb ached. But you had to save face. You couldn’t lose. So you just stay silent, save for your cockdrunk moans.

“It’s okay, hun.” She starts to move inside you, working her cock perfectly to make you moan and grind on her cock. You hear a voice in your head. “I know what you want to say. I know you want to give yourself to your Goddess.”

It doesn’t take long for you to cum again, maybe another fifteen minutes of nonstop pounding. Still, this was the orgasm that broke you. You can feel your legs shaking and your front half collapsed into the puddle you had created. Elira held your back end up with your tail, eliciting even more moans as your sensitive fluff was gripped hard.

She leans down to your ear again, now huffing herself. You felt pride. Not pride at the fact that you were winning, but pride that you could be a good hole for her. “You were right, foxy, one of us is going to be begging for more. But it’s not me.” You whine, knowing that she’s right. “So beg. Beg for what you want.”

“Mmm~ Please cum in me Elira.”

She smacks your ass hard, making you yip in ecstasy. “Not good enough. I’m your Goddess now, so you need to worship me with your begging.” You whine, unable to speak as your brain melts under the weight of her words. She was right. The magical fixing of your collar, the telepathic words, even the feeling of pleasure you got just from looking at her. You were wrong.

She wasn’t just a Goddess. She was your Goddess.

She grips your hair and lifts your head. “Look.” Through your cockdrunk hazy vision, you see the worshipers that you were heckling before. They were all touching themselves at the scene of you getting broken. “They like you puppy. They think you’re really pretty. After I’m finished, they can fuck you too if you want. What do you say? Want you want to be this temple’s newest fuckhole?”

“YES!~” you scream. Your false face of arrogance was broken. You were so happy to have been saved from your confused, foolish life. It was a mess before now. Jobs, bills, dating, and everything else was clouding your mind. You were a fuckhole, and you’re so glad that your mess of a life has become so much simpler and happier.

“Let me be your cum filled fox puppy! I’m a slut and a hole for all of you! Please use me! Show me how wrong I was in thinking you weren’t amazing. You’re my Goddess! I’ll bow to you and be everything you want me to be. Fuck me in every hole and keep me wet and needy my entire life. I need it. I need to be your free use hole!~”

“Good girl.” You feel your Goddess’s cock pulse and throb. She was going to cum. She was going to mark you as hers. The thought made you tighten. You were about to cum again. Before today, you would think that cumming this much in so little time was impossible. But nothing was impossible for the Gods, especially not Elira.

She thrusts into you one last time, pushing into your cervix before spilling her seed into you. Her hot cum floods your womb so much that you feel your body bulging. Your own cum sprays out from you as your eyes loose focus. The world spins around you as desire and joy fill your body. Your Goddess’s cum branded you as her slut. You couldn’t be happier.

When you both stop cumming, she leans down to you again and kisses you on the ear. Drool covers your chin as you smile a mind broken grin. “I’m glad I could show you the light.” You nod, unable to speak. “Are you ready to be our free use fuckpet for the rest of your life?” You moan, tightening at the idea of getting fucked like this every day.

“Yes, Goddess~”

She hums in satisfaction before removing herself from you. A wave of cum spurts out of your gaping hole before the first of however many followers walks behind you. They grip your hips and place their dick against your tight asshole. This really was heaven.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

ahhh…this is a bit fluffy, but i can’t stop thinking about what puppy/ fox taru would be like once we actually have his pups…how overprotective he’d be, how he’d constantly want more and more…whatd he’d be like as a dad…cooking and helping his mate look after the puppies…i’m just so full of domestic taru rn it’s killing meeee ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ> <ﾟ)ﾟ･｡

- 🕷️ (i hope ur doing good venus !!! take care of yourself :33)

WAHHHHH I <3 FLUFFY TARU THOUGHTS TOO!! papa taru is the sweetest i know it!! esp puptaru and foxtaru :3 these lil droplets fit both of them but i think they gear a tad more to foxtaru… i’m kissin u sweetly on the head!! i lob u!! <3

he’s an overwhelmingly protective mate and father!! you and your shared pups mean the world to him and he’d rather eat concrete than let anything happen to any of you.

he’s the first to notice you’ve been successfully knocked up. with a nose as keen as his, the second his seed has taken, his face is smooshed directly onto your stomach and his tail is wagging fast enough he could power several cities. preparations follow immediately afterwards!! he’s finding the best clothes, foods, and books for your kids and sitting awake for hours reading up on parenting tips. between his intense study sessions and needed sleep, he’s coddling you as if you’re the baby!! anything you could possibly need, he’s already got set aside. strange food combinations? give him a minute to run to the fridge. back pain? he’s pulling out pain relievers from his pocket. emotional swings? a cozy nest is waiting for you. consider yourself fully taken care of!!

to put it gently, he’d love to have a big family. he grew up with tons of siblings and wants that for his kids too; definitely doesn’t have a major thing for breeding pshhhh what are you talking about!! he is accommodating though, if you only want one or two he can settle for that!! but he’d prefer to have between three and five… he’s a big family man so don’t worry about being overwhelmed, he’s more than happy to take care of them all when you’re too tired or too busy growing round with another one!!

other behaviours you can expect from papa taru include:

- baths. also known as him licking your face and neck all over.

- the loudest happy chirping and grumbling you’ve ever heard; he’s like a motor.

- a growing collection of cook books.

- an increase in little gifts left for you ranging from pretty rocks to expensive clothes.

- the renovation dad instinct kicking in. he’s building playrooms, decks, and designing bedrooms.

- guiding nuzzles directing you towards whatever you need before you’ve even realized you need something; food, rest, exercise, etc.

[lady-ashfade]

Hello love, it’s 🦂-Anon here again and I just adored your latest fics.

I have been thinking of the crows with more hybrids readers and it just clouds my thoughts. Could we get something with yandere crows giving a neko reader a collar? (Also I hope we can get more bunny reader)

Yandere Six Of Crows x Fem!Neko reader. Hc’s

Yandere Six Of Crows x Fem!Neko reader. (Romantic)

I had this exact idea too! I wanted to do it with the bunny reader but i got more plans for it! So hopefully I can finish it.

I will do so much more if you guys want. Puppy, fox, heck even a spider reader. This is just so fun.

Warnings: Collaring, Pet relationships, obsession, protective, little suggestive…So minors go away or don’t interact, but nothing bad.

You must really love being the center of attention don’t you? It was so easy to get their eyes focused on you, even when you weren’t trying to.

You could just be sitting down with a book and facing away from them, but here they are literally just loving how you breathed. The group praised every little thing you did, they are your own cheer team.

But they were so overbearing. You had no freedom at all, and I mean at all. You want to go downstairs into the club? At least one of them has to be close to you. You want to go for a walk? Two group buddies follow you.

Just think, you, their little baby were to get hurt? They could bare the thought- in fact they couldn’t fathom it.

You have a bed in all the rooms, each of theirs bedroom or offices. I mean of course you’re more then welcome to sleep with time but just encase.

Their hands constantly touch you. Or they just watch your tail wag around in whatever mood you are in. They melt when your ears flicker, like Nina almost died once. But you were a Neko, which the cat side of you just had the urge to bite back.

So they have spray bottles.

I can see them having bite marks on their hands at all times. But you did feel bad about it.

Punishment wasn’t that often because you were obedient for the most part. But when you would stare at them and just knock something over, or back sass them- Or even hiss at them.

There are a few different approaches. 1) of course the spray bottle, 2) Ten minutes in a cage, 3) Being forced to go for a walk with a leash attached to your collar, 4) Or you will be locked up for a few days in your room. Though the last one was only when you fought back. And they felt bad about it but you had to learn. But you weren’t starved or anything, you just couldn’t have any company. Just you and the room.

But let’s talk about what you asked for, your collar.

It had to be perfect just for you. It was black leather straps that wound wrap around your throat, a metal circle in the center that had a hook of a small bell. And it had room for something to be attached, like a leash.

You weren’t aloud to take it off unless you asked, or you’d be punished.

They couldn’t stop but stare each time they saw you and the collar that rested on your skin. You belonged to them, they had marked their territory. It filled them with pride to know they could be the ones to collar you.

Everywhere you went the bell rang and they could hear you a mile away. The jingle got them excited each time because you were close.

You could take so many cat naps on their laps and they wouldn’t move for hours. Kaz loved it when you would just stay with him while he works. Your peaceful breaths made him calm, even he would pet your head.

Of course they wouldn’t let anyone get to close. You remember one day when you went into the bar without one of them close too you, one thing lead to another and a drunk man found you.

He was taken away and beaten to death by Kaz’s cane. Kaz didn’t care if anyone saw, it would send out a message that you weren’t to be approached.

Kinda spicy passed this line.

You were walked at times with the leash, mostly by kaz or Nina when you’d acted up. It was embarrassing and you cried the whole time, no matter how much you struggled they just tugged you through the streets. They didn’t try and hide you, in fact they wanted people to stare at you because then you’d cry even harder of embarrassment and think twice before disobeying them.

They would hook their fingers in the loop and tug you forward to kiss you, they enjoyed your blush and purring you got.

They knew how to massage your cat like features to make you whimper out. Your tail was very sensitive and they enjoyed when your voice got high when they tugged on the fluff. You think they care if they are out in public?

No. It doesn’t matter where you guys are, if it’s just waving in front of them it doesn’t matter where they are. They are touching you. I think Jesper is the one to do it the most because he finds it fun to tease.

Wylan is however the softest one, but the clingiest. He would steal you away all the time so you could just be with him, one time the others had to drag you out his lab because he didn’t want you to leave. He also likes it when you would listen to his music or curl up at his side.

I can see you trying to climb matthias all the time because he’s so tall and you know he finds it a bit annoying. But don’t let the tough man fool you, he fucking loves it. Don’t tell the others but he hides treats for you all over.

Inej can take hours of her day just watching you and kaz has to remember her she has a job to do. I think she might kill anyone that looks at you, her mind thinks they would steal you away and put you in the menagerie. Making her go feral and protective . She isn’t as bad as the rest with the touches and she likes it when you come to her first. She would never pull on your trail or ears for fun, unless you asks for it of course but she doesn’t want to hurt you.

But even she can’t stop herself from pulling you around by your collar to hear you squeal and have to follow her around.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

ok admission: I've never watched fox and the hound and I learned recently that that is due to the fact that my mom was emotionally destroyed by that movie as a child and did not want my brothers and I to experience the same thing. So like. What happens in fox and the hound

can tell you ahead of time there's no major character death in the movie except for tod's unnamed mom at the VERY beginning. the book has EVERYONE die at some point but the movie chickened out of killing the one character they had get seriously injured smth

Basically the story is about an orphaned fox cub that gets raised by an old lady who happens to live next door to a hunter and his two dogs, Chief and Copper. Copper is a puppy and practically the same age as the fox cub, Tod, and they end up meeting while both are exploring outside and don't realize they're supposed to be enemies and become best friends and very cutely play together. Then the hunter takes Copper away for training and he comes back a trained hunting dog. Tod runs away from him and Chief and Chief gets hit by a train. Knowing the hunter will be coming for Tod, the owner releases him into a wildlife preserve, knowing she'll never see him again. Still pissed, though, the hunter and Copper go into the wildlife preserve and chase him still. Eventually they all get attacked by a bear and Tod saves Copper's life, so when the hunter turns his gun on Tod, Copper stands in front of him in defiance. The hunter and Copper then leave, and he and Tod share a look knowing they're also never gonna see each other again. Movie ends there.

It's definitely a highkey metaphor, as Tod and Copper as children don't believe that they could ever be enemies, but society shapes them into such and they are torn apart. The original book, btw, was no such metaphor, it was mostly just animals dying constantly, but the movie is famous for being a huge downer due to the loss of friendship between the two and the fact they're never gonna see each other again.

[libergardia-if]

“Tell me, have you ever heard of the tale known as the “Child of Ruin?”

Liber Gardia is a 18+ MLM fantasy interactive fiction being written in choicescript. It’s inspired by series like Mana Khemia and Scrapped Princess. It’s one of three books set in the same world.

Asks welcome! (Both safe and nsfw)

Demo: TBD

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Synopsis

Located on the island of Gaoth Socair, is an academy dedicated to preparing those who wish to be the guardians of the world, supposedly the academy was created when the goddess of the sun Melfeia came to the founder in a dream, it is known as Raelore Academy and it is where you reside.

You are the head librarian of Raelore Academy, to any other man this would seem like an easy job. However in your case the library of Raelore isn’t so much a library as it is an ever expanding dungeon filled with all sorts of monsters and strange artifacts.

In between cataloging the artifacts of the library and stopping students who try to enter the library without a pass, you live your life day to day. One day however there is a strange discovery found in the deepest levels of the library, and for some reason a strange guest has to come to stay at the academy, one that constantly asks questions about a old and ancient legend known as the “Child of Ruin”.

Features

Customize your appearance and personality

Unravel the secrets of the library

4 romance options (and one secret one)

Find out the truth behind the legend of the Child of Ruin

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Reshai: Your childhood friend

A boisterous and energetic wolf beastchild acting as one of the teachers for beginners weapon training, friendly and passionate he adores teaching his students, so much so that one would mistake him for an oversized puppy. Having known you since you first entered the academy he has been content to dote over you and consider you to be his only packmate.

However you have never once been given the reason as to why he has no other pack, stories go after all that wolf beastchildren with no other pack are considered ill omens.

Marius: The Princely Magic Teacher

One of the top magic teachers of the academy and of mixed blood, he woos everyone with his gentle princely demeanor. Seemingly kind to all it’s no secret that half the academy is in love with him, that is until you look closer. Rumors say that he is the bastard child of a fox beastchild and a high ranking nobleman, and underneath his princely attitude he doesn't seem inclined to share what he considers his to a unhealthy degree.

Hound: The mysterious stranger in the library

He is a strange man that was found unconscious in the lowest recorded level of the library, a stone statue would show more emotion than him. Sometimes speaking in a language that no one has a recorded translation for, and using weapons no has ever seen before

Hound is a mystery wrapped in a enigma. Yet…for some reason he seems determined to stand guard over you, shadowing your every step and when you look at him sometimes his gaze turns…soft.

Saeran: Your long suffering library aide

Your extremely tired and long suffering library aide, despite his demonic heritage he’s probably one of the most kindest men you’ve met. Constantly worrying about scaring the students due to his scarred face, he’d rather spoil the students than discipline them. But then you have to wonder where he got all his scars, or why he’s missing an eye.

Seems to hold some long held fear and trauma over wielding any sort of weapon, even if means protecting students lives.

[meraki-yao]

Taylor on Little Red Book regarding the fan mail and gifts he got from Chinese RWRB fans (He's back in the States already!)

A couple of the gifts in the photo that I can identify:

Two Disneyland mascot plushies (Linabell, the pink fox and 'Olu Mel, the green turtle)

A lot of panda-themed merch (a panda bouquet, a purse(?), a couple of keychains, a plate(?), plushies)

A fanmade RWRB 2024 calendar

The "live and learn" thing is a book but I have no idea if it's a notebook or if there's something inside

No idea what the starry night bag is

a puppy plushie keychain (I think it's meant to resemble Jack?)

Fanart

(holy shit this is a heavy one) inside the little yellow bag is a Japamala/Buddhist prayer bead bracelet from 五台山 Mount Wutai, a sacred Buddhist site with some of the most important temples and monasteries in the country, considered the home of the Bodhisattva of wisdom. Giving someone a Japamala means wishing them good fortune (and I might be wrong but I think it also means wishing the respective Bodhisattva's blessing on them?) Usually, if it was bought as a gift there's a whole ceremony you have to go through as a sign of your sincerity (most Chinese people casually believe in some parts of Buddhism, my parents and relatives included, me not included)

A crap ton of letters

And yeah that's all I can see for now

[hauntedwitch04]

HALLOWEEN PARTY

Hi and welcome for the second edition of my halloween party. The first one was very liked, so I thought of making a new one this year. Hope you enjoy it.

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DAY 1: “Take my sweater, I love you and i don’t want you to transform into a popsicle” with Remus Lupin 

DAY 2: “You really did this for me?” "I made one for every single person I love, but your is the one I did first because you were the first I thought about." with Steve Harrington 

DAY 3: “Please kill that fucking spider” “Love, you know it’s fake right?” with Cassian 

DAY 4: “Eat some more soup, it will make you feel better. This is my James mother’s recipe.” “Fuck, love this is delicious.” with Sirius Black 

DAY 5: “I don’t need paradise, mine is right here with you, cooking a pie while you dance and sing an old rock song, dreaming about our future” with Dean Winchester 

DAY 6: “I got some leaves on my way here for you, they are really pretty” with Andrew Garfield 

DAY 7: “Love I swear if you light another candle our house may go on fire.” with Nyx Acheron 

DAY 8: “I have a skeleton in my closet.” “Everyone have them, love.” “No I mean literally” with James Potter 

DAY 9: “Did you really gift me an owl?” “You love the little one from Harry Potter, so i thought it would be a good gift.” with modern!Rhys 

DAY 10:  “Sweety, we are too old to play trick-or-treating.” “That’s a lie, you are never too old for it.” with Regulus Black 

DAY 11: “Look what I got from the shop down the street” “Another coat, seriously?” with Sam Winchester 

DAY 12:  “Your pumpkin is making heart eyes to mine.” with Eris Vanserra 

DAY 13:  “Oh my God, please save me from this ghost” “Love your Ghostbuster is coming” with Ben Barnes 

DAY 14: “Some friendships are like candles: they burn bright for a while and then they die because of a little wind.” with Azriel 

DAY 15: “There is someone there, you think we have to help him” “It’s a scarecrow” “I think I just had a heartache.” with Sirius Black 

DAY 16: “I love this oil lamp. How did you know it?” “I love you, and I know you, so I know you are into witchy things.” with Dean Winchester 

DAY 17: “Look mommy, a fox. Why are you crying mommy?” “Because it reminds me of your daddy.” with Eris Vanserra 

DAY 18: “You know we are not in a crime book right.” “Don’t ruin my moment. My time to be Sherlock Holmes has arrived.” with Sam Winchester 

DAY 19: “I’m not gonna watch another fucking horror movie with you” “Don’t worry darling, you have your hero by your side.” “Love, I don’t have to remind you that you are the one screaming the most right?” with Remus Lupin

DAY 20: “We are not gonna bring that black cat home.And don’t even try to make me the puppy eyes, this time won’t work. I’m over your spell witch.” with Nyx Acheron 

DAY 21: “What are these rocks?” “They are runes stones.” “Babe, since when you are a witch.” with Timothee Chamalet 

DAY 22: “We are not gonna watch Bride Corpse another time.” “You love that movie too, dont’ lie to me moose.” “Love, we already watched it like five times in two days!” with Sam Winchester 

DAY 23: “I never saw someone loving the moon like you do.” “You know what I love most about the moon? It reminds me of you, of your eyes.” with Rhys 

DAY 24: “Why are there three pumpkins? We always make pumpkin, one for you and one for me.” “Well I want to practice since, from next year we are gonna be three.” with Steve Harrington 

DAY 25: “Wow, what is that on your neck? Oh my god, it’s a bite! Did a vampire bite you? Are you going to be like Dracula? Oh my god, oh my God! That’s so cool!” “No man, another animal bit me: my girlfriend.” with Regulus Black 

DAY 26: “You are never gonna touch another drop of alcohol in front of me, you look possessed.” with James Potter

DAY 27: “Tell me a spooky story” “Love, if you don’t sleep another night because I scared you, your mum is gonna kill me.” with Cassian 

DAY 28: “Oh my god, you are bleeding!” “Love calms down, it's fake.” “You are a horrible person.” with Azriel 

DAY 29: “Boo!” “Fuck you” with Dean Winchester 

DAY 30: "Love, why are you crying?” “Neil didn’t deserve it.” “We already talked about this: you can’t watch that movie alone.” “But it’s one of my favorites.” with Remus Lupin

DAY 31: Halloween Party with College AU!Every fandom

[isfjmel-phleg]

Photographs, 1916

Rachel Doncath, age twenty-five. She stands steadily and faces the camera, but her eyes show a hint of glancing at someone out of the shot. There is a hint of humor about her expression, as if the unseen person were trying to make her laugh. She wears the height of fashion, a dress with a higher waist and a fuller skirt with a hem high enough to expose a pair of delicate shoes that lace up her ankles. Underneath her wide-brimmed hat, her hair is waved. A watch is clipped to her waistband, and she holds her handbag at the ready, as if she hasn't much time to waste in the photographer's studio. A notation on the back of the photograph indicates that it was taken in Otionovia during a state visit from Queen Rietta.

Rietta I of Faysmond, age twenty-six. This is her yearly formal photograph, a portrait of her in state intended for mass production. Unlike most previous years, she sits rather than stands. Her court gown, dripping with various sorts of intricate lace representing different regions of Faysmond, engulfs her, as does an impressive train swept in front of her. The glove of her left hand is removed, revealing her famous emerald engagement ring and wedding ring. The state crown of Faysmond rests on a table beside her, and on her head is a smaller (but not small!) crown. Not a curl is out of place; they seem to have been tamed with some sort of hair product. Her expression is difficult to read. There is something uncertain in her gaze.

Delclis V of Corege, age twenty-five. An unnamed photographer has caught him sitting in the corridor outside a conference room before a meeting. His face is partially turned away toward a large window through which sunlight is streaming. He wears a dress uniform with sash and decorations. His pince-nez rest on his nose. They are attached to a string tied to one of his medals. A wire fox terrier puppy paws at his knee, and he strokes its ears. A faint smile crosses his face. He appears to be desperately trying to grow a moustache.

Elystan, Duke of Gorchester, age twenty-one. He is posing in the full academic dress of a BA from Hollingham University over an elegantly-cut suit. One hand rests nonchalantly on a pile of books on a table, representing his literary studies. The other hand is on his hip, exhibiting the sleeve of his gown. He holds himself regally, shoulders back, chin uplifted a little. His eyes are less dark-circled and his face less hollow than in earlier photographs. He looks very pleased with himself.

Amarantha Melbray, age twenty-one. In a pose reminiscent of a famous self-portrait of her favorite Renaissance artist, Teofila, she sits at her easel lifting a brush to an already-complete painting of a little girl. The painting is identifiable as "Portrait of Chrysantha" (1916), produced during Melbray's time at the Royal Art Academy. Her palette and an orderly paintbox wait nearby. She wears a ruffled light-colored frock that she clearly would never have worn while actually painting. Her hair is pinned high on the back of her head and waves over her ears. She fixes the camera with a steady, intent gaze.

Tamett Låsrygg, age twenty-one. An informal photograph, made clear by the wide grin on his face. He leans casually against the side of an aeroplane. His arms are crossed over his chest. He wears a leather jacket and flying helmet with goggles. A scarf, probably knitted by his sister Emenor, drapes around his neck. Noriberrian insignia is pinned to the lapel of his jacket. The photograph is inscribed with his signature and the words "With love from New Archangel. Watch the skies for me soon!"

Josiah Callon, age twenty-one. He sits at the piano, one hand over the keys, the other holding a pair of spectacles, which he appears to have just removed. His long legs stretch out in front of him; after years of track and field at Hollingham, he is built like a runner. A morning suit, with its cutaway tailcoat, accentuates his height. Instead of the common 1910s male practice of slicking back the hair into flat smoothness using oil, his hair is parted on the side with curls dipping across the forehead above one eye. His expression is not so much haughty as it is profoundly serious and a little sad.