#fen barks

[subtleblades]

Part 1 | Part 2

The woods are dark and cold. The frigid air burns your lungs. When you lick your lips they are dry and cracked. You've been running all night. High up above the moonlight shifts through the trees, clouds clinging to its brilliance like a shroud.

You stop to catch your breath, chest heaving, sweat sticking damp clothes to your skin. The blood in your head pounds too loud for you to hear the thing that's been chasing you. You pray it's gone but the air pouring from your lungs in wisps of steam is far too loud. You may be prey, but you aren't stupid. You know it can hear you.

The thought wrenches a small sob from your chest, it sounds more like a laugh or a hiccup. And then you take another shaking step forward, but your legs are so sore. You are so tired. You just want to rest.

Then you hear the thing that has raised the hair on the back of your neck for untold hours. A noise that makes you want to scream and cry and run.

The snapping of a twig. Sharp, cutting through the air like an arrow.

Your scream dies in your throat, that sound arrested from its intended escape from behind your teeth. You remain silent. You wait.

Another snap. And silence.

You try counting the snaps, the steps, but forget at the third one. Your mind is blind panic, body frozen. Caught.

[fenharael]

I can't edit tags on the friendship intimacy poll but:

Sex and kissing aren't like "magical true love" acts. Anyone can do them. I don't think it's weird for people to platonically kiss or cuddle or fuck. It's really up to the people involved and their boundaries/what they want and need.

It's sort of the same as saying "I love you" that's not exclusively a romantic sentiment. I tell my friends I love them all the time because it's true.

Personally, my line between platonic and romantic (ironically) is linked to whether or not I'd sleep with/full on make-out with someone (or whatever equivalent of that) but I've also done kinky stuff with platonic friends and it wasn't weird. So it's complicated?

Like, those acts aren't exclusively special or romantic, there's nothing wrong or weird with platonic forms of that. Social rules are a lie do what you want it doesn't matter. Everyone's different and everyone's comfort levels are different and sometimes sort of contradictory 🤷🏻‍♀️

[fenneckins]

“When this is over, we will leave this place. We will go far away, and we'll dance every night, then kiss in the broad daylight.”

Thinking about this quote tonight and how I wish I could tell myself it during the hardest parts of my life. I am lucky. I am happy. I am me.

[heartsofhounds]

“Really?”

[thatswhywelovegermany]

Nis Puk

Nis Puk (in Sylt Frisian Nes Pük, in Danish also Nis Pug and Nis Puge) is a character from the area of folk tales. The name combines the names Nisse and Puk. The legendary figure is mainly known in the Schleswig area on both sides of the German-Danish border (also Sønderjylland ≈ Southern Jutland) in the German-Danish borderland.

Nis Puk shows the following characteristics:

Nis Puk is supposed to take care of the house, yard and animals if the residents are treating their own children and pets well, and to be a counterpoise within the house and the village.

Nis Puk is said to live in the attic or in a barn. Apparently, adults can no longer see him.

Once a year, at Christmas, a bowl of grits (with butter) must be brought to Nis Puk. If this doesn't happen, Nis Puk moves to another village. The house and farm would then be exposed unprotected to greed and decay.

An example of a folk tale is the legend of Nis Puk from the Lindewitt farm near Flensburg:

Nis Puk from the Lindewitt farm is said to have once sat on top of the dog house and used his legs to annoy the dogs underneath. Howling and barking, they are said to have tried to grab little Nis. The farm servant saw this, wanted to have fun and pushed the puk down from the hut. Nis Puk screamed loudly and vowed to take revenge. One day, Nis Puk untied the two black horses and chased them in the direction of the inn where the servant was carousing. He immediately noticed the commotion outside, rushed out, grabbed the two horses and wanted to take them back to the stable. He got on one of the horses and rode off. But, drunk as he was, on the way he fell asleep. The next morning he woke up, puzzled, on two black peat heaps in the Oxlund fen (near Großenwiehe).

[bluerose5]

FENRIS AND WYLL FENRIS AND WYLL can they go on a date? 💖

Of course they can go on a date. Let them go on all the dates!

...

It all started with "a moment away." That was all that Wyll asked of him, and Fenris found it harder to say no to him with each passing day.

He'd give anything to keep a smile on his face.

While the others settled in to rest for the evening, the two of them raided their supplies for all that they needed. It wasn't long before they found their way atop the nearby tower at Wyrm's Lookout, staring out into the horizon.

There was a stillness to the night, a peace that let them forget about all their worries, if only for the moment.

They drank and snacked, talking about anything and everything while they stood there side-by-side, the moon but a shining beacon in the night sky. It shrouded them in silver, the stars reflected in their eyes.

Of course, their shared bottle of wine only led to more merriment. Wyll had the audacity to try and play a stray lute they had lying around, eventually coaxing Fenris into belting out an old tavern song with him. They stumbled into each other with bright smiles, and Fen couldn't help it when he barked out a laugh.

A real, genuine laugh. One that left his cheeks hurting and his eyes wet with tears.

He hadn't even noticed when Wyll stopped playing, the latter blinking at him in amazement.

He was speechless, for never had Wyll encountered a sight so pure, a sight that lit up the night brighter than the moon and stars ever could.

[leiawritesstories]

How Unfortunate

yes i planned it during thanksgiving. yes it is now february. whoops. anyway, here it is!! based off this anon request

@golden-kingdom hopefully this makes up for frederick's little rampage ;)

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, Chaol, light angst (😈)

Enjoy!

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Rowan Whitethorn lounged in the hazy, low-lit bar, nursing a bourbon in his lonely seat at the end of the polished wooden bartop. Over at the register, the effusive blonde tending the bar barked out a laugh at something a patron had quipped, his million-dollar grin flashing in the muted lighting. Ah, Fenrys. That boyo had a way with making the money flow smoother than the drinks he poured, he did.

As if summoned by Rowan’s musings, Fen sidled down to where his friend slouched, dark eyes inquisitive. “Alright there, Whitethorn?”

“Fine.” The single syllable came out a touch more dismissive than he’d intended.

Fen, though, knew him too well. “Not that I want to push you or anything,” he began, his glance darting leftwards, “but there’s a woman a few booths down who’s been sitting there alone for a good hour, give or take.”

Rowan just shrugged. “So?”

“So,” Fen beamed, swiping Rowan’s glass, “you’re gonna go over there like the gentleman I know you are, you’re gonna greet her and ask if she wants some company, and then you’re gonna buy her a drink, because whatever pin-headed prick that stood her up like that deserves to stumble in here an hour and a half late to find that stunning woman enjoying your company.”

“Godsdammit,” Rowan grumbled, reluctantly pushing himself off the barstool. “Thought I told you no more interfering, Fen.”

“This isn’t interfering,” Fen beamed. “It’s what a gentleman should do.” He cocked his head. “Go on, champ.”

Muttering a string of choice words, Rowan did indeed stroll down the row of booths and did indeed find a stunningly gorgeous woman sitting alone in one booth, her blonde brows deeply furrowed as she stared at her phone screen. Gods burn him, she was gorgeous.

A little awkwardly, Rowan cleared his throat. The woman’s head shot up, her piercing turquoise gaze finding his. “Hi?” she offered, slightly wary.

“Hey.” Rowan rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, gods, I’m gonna sound like a complete idiot, but my friend’s tending bar tonight and he told me to come be a gentleman and I guess–hi, I’m Rowan, can I buy–”

“Aelin!” Completely ignoring Rowan’s presence, a brunette man of average height and build slid into the booth opposite the woman–Aelin, her name was Aelin–his flushed cheeks and heaving breath indicating his obvious rush into the bar. “Gods, I’m so sorry, traffic was hell and my boss made me stay over.”

Aelin reached across the table and squeezed the man’s hands, her lips curving up into a small smile. “Hey, babe, it’s okay, I know your boss is a total dick.”

Rowan melted backwards, disappearing into the crowded haze of the bar, head spinning a mile a minute.

So…Aelin had a boyfriend.

How unfortunate.

~

Aelin Galathynius had known for at least three weeks that this conversation was coming, but that didn't make it any easier. Eight months together was no small thing--indeed, it was long enough for some couples to move in together, though she and Chaol had yet to do that.

Which was turning out to be a good thing, considering the most likely outcome of this little talk.

She'd found out from Elide, of all people. Elide, who worked at the same physical therapy office that Chaol went to, was good friends with her coworkers, so of course she would know when one of them had a crush on a patient.

How unfortunate that the patient turned out to be Aelin's (soon to be ex) boyfriend.

“Chaol.” Aelin pinched the bridge of her nose, inches away from pushing the man out of her house before she lost her shit. “We’ve been dating for eight months, the least you could do is be honest.”

“I am being honest!” Chaol retorted, folding his arm defensively across his chest. “Not my fault you won’t accept that I’m trying, Aelin. I’m trying.”

She rolled her eyes. “Right, because flirting with another woman at work and denying it to my face is trying.”

He blinked. “You…know?”

Aelin took a deep, calming breath before responding. “Yes, Chaol, I know. Yrene is a friend of Elide’s. I know.” Before he could open his mouth to bullshit some response, she held up a hand. “I’m not even mad at you, Chaol. I should be–gods, I should be raging right about now–but I’m not.”

“That…that scares me,” Chaol admitted.

“It should.” Aelin’s gaze burned into his, the fine gold ring in the turquoise set ablaze. “Do us both a favor and go home, Chaol. Then, do yourself an even bigger favor and tell Yrene that you were dating me while flirting with her. She deserves better than being the woman you cheat on your girlfriend with.”

Chaol sighed. “I’m sorry, Aelin. I really do like you, you know.”

“I know.” She offered a wistful half-grin. “In another life, maybe it could have worked.”

He tugged on his jacket and grabbed his keys, stopping briefly at her door. “Goodbye, Aelin.” Hesitantly, he reached out, surprised when she let him rest his arm around her shoulders for a moment. “Thank you.”

The corner of her lips turned up. “Thank you, Chaol,for not trying to prolong a farce.”

He waved to her as he headed out to his car, the engine revving as he drove away. As she watched him go, lingering until the red specks of his taillights faded into the evening, only one thought crossed her mind.

How unfortunate.

~

Once again, Aelin found herself walking the familiar path up to Cadre Pub, her favorite bar. The same bar where, not even a month ago, she'd waited for Chaol for an hour and a half before he showed up.

She was barely even through the door before Fen, the admittedly gorgeous bartender with whom she'd become some kind of friends, waved at her. "Two again, Ace?"

"Just one." She flashed him a half-grin. "Don't look at me like that, Moon Moon, a woman go out for a drink by herself if she wants."

"Mhmm, sure she can." Fen held up his hands in surrender. "I ain't judging you, babes."

"You and your nicknames," she chuckled.

He winked. "Your booth is open."

"Thanks." She headed off. "The usual, and two shots of tequila."

Fen whistled. "Damn, you sure you're not out for a reason?"

She didn't bother responding. Fenrys ought to know post-breakup drinkers well enough after so many years working behind a bar.

~

Rowan glanced at his watch. 9:30 pm. Enough time to stop by Cadre and grab a drink before heading home to crash. Gods, it had been a long fucking week.

Taking a seat at one of the bar stools, he waved at Fen. "Scotch. Rocks."

"Hello to you too, Whitethorn," Fenrys deadpanned, sliding his drink across the bar. "Hey, how long are you staying?"

"Just for the drink."

"Hmm." Fen had that damn look on his face, the look that almost always ended with Rowan getting set up. "Well, if you want to stay longer--"

"No."

"Alright, you do you." The blonde man shrugged. "I won't say anything about Aelin being here again." He grabbed the next receipt and turned to start the order.

"Aelin?" Rowan's brain hadn't progressed beyond the magic word.

Fen threw a smirk over his shoulder. "And alone this time, too."

One thing in the way, though. "She's got a boyfriend, Fen."

"Hmm, that's not what it seems like." Fen grinned. "Believe me, I know post-breakup face. Don't worry," he quickly amended, "I don't mean that in an asshole way. Just...I don't know her story, but she's alone now." He wiggled his brows. "So..."

Apparently, Rowan was a man of no self-control. Because the second Fen said alone, he was out of his seat, strolling through the busy bar until he came to the same booth where he'd first seen Aelin.

She sat on the same side of the booth, holding a vodka tonic in one hand and a novel in the other, her brilliant eyes focused on the pages of her book. Two empty shot glasses sat in front of her, the lime rinds tucked into the glasses indicating it had been tequila.

Rowan didn't think he'd ever seen a more stunning woman in his whole life.

A little awkwardly, he cleared his throat. She looked up, closing her book and tucking it into the handbag beside her.

"Hi?"

"Hi." He swirled his Scotch, surprised to find himself nervous. "I'm Rowan--we kind of met a few weeks ago, but I'm not sure if you remember, it wasn't really a complete conversation."

"I remember you." A faint smile curled the corners of her rosy lips.

He blinked. "You do?"

"Of course." She chuckled wryly. "Hard to forget the one guy who was actually decent to you the night you realized your ex-boyfriend was busy spending time with the girl he really likes." She sipped on her vodka tonic, then shook her head. "Gods, that was a lot to just blurt out. I'm Aelin." She offered her hand.

"Nice to properly meet you," Rowan returned, shaking her hand. "I...please don't be afraid to slap me if this is bad timing, but can I buy your drinks?"

She gestured to the open side of the table. "Actually, I'd love that."

He slid into the seat opposite her, smirking. "So a guy can ask a lady if he can buy her a drink, and she can say yes. Turns out chivalry isn't dead?"

Aelin laughed. "Maybe not completely." She winked. "Truth is, I'm a little broke and if someone wants to buy me a drink, I'll take the free drink."

"How very cunning of you." He tipped his glass to her. "Um, forgive me for being a dick, but Fen's been trying to get me to talk to you for like three months now, so...you said ex-boyfriend?"

"Goddammit, Fen," she sighed, lovingly. "Yeah. I broke up with Chaol a few weeks ago. Turns out he had a bit of a crush on a coworker."

"Damn." He took a long pull of his drink. "I'm sorry, Aelin."

"It went better than I thought." She pursed her lips. "One of my best friends works with this crush of his, so she told me all about the way Chaol was flirting. Almost kicked him in the balls, but that would have been my job."

Rowan snickered. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."

"Never get on my bad side," she teased. "I'm mean when I'm mad."

~

It was nearly one in the morning by the time they left the bar. Rowan walked Aelin over to her car, lingering probably longer than he should. He couldn't help it--there was something magnetic about Aelin, something that drew him to her.

Hand on the driver's door, she paused, turning to look up at him. "Need anything?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "No I just--I want to see you again," he gushed, the words tumbling together in one breath. Shit, he hadn't been that awkward since high school. "It's not rude of me, is it?"

A bright grin spread across her lovely face. "Not at all. I want to see you again, too." Smirking, she pulled out her phone, opened to a blank contact page. "Here, put in your number."

Rowan typed in his number, half fearing this was all some kind of hallucination, that he'd wake up and never have met Aelin. She flashed him a grin as she took her phone back and typed out a quick text. His phone pinged a few seconds later.

>>Unknown Number: hey it's Aelin!

"Got it." He grinned.

"Good." She opened her car door. "I'll text you later."

"Great." He stepped aside and watched as she backed out and drove off, staring after her fading taillights with a stupid, giddy grin plastered across his face. Gods, he hadn't felt this excited since he was on his very first date.

True to her word, Aelin texted Rowan as soon as she got home, sparks of eagerness lighting up her blood for the first time in a long time. After a few quick exchanges, he just blurted it out.

>>Will you go to dinner with me on Saturday?

<<like, tomorrow Saturday?

>>Um

>>Yes?

She sent a few laughing emojis. &lt;<Yes.

He replied with a grinning face. >>yay!

Aelin put down her phone and went off to get ready for bed, beaming like a schoolgirl. Rowan was taking her to dinner. Tomorrow. She had a date with Rowan.

How fortunate.

~~~

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[entomolog-t]

G/tWAC Day 4: Favorite Scenes

Mild spoiler warnings for The Stranding, Blanket, and Clumsy

(Nothing that's a huge plot reveal- just quite literally spoiling some amazing scenes)

I want to have a diverse spread of author's but theres NO WAY I can talk about favorite scenes without bringing up @belethlegwen again.

One of my favorite scenes is Mel's first time meeting Edmund, Bravest-soldier-in-the-ranks, Miller. The scene hits so well- A giant woman washing up on shore, the general sentiment of unease, if not outright fear from The Watch...

Then theres Miller.

Even without ineracting with him yet, Mel notices he's a bit different than the other men- with just this overall lack of hesitation when getting nearer to her. Brother is straight grinning like the lil big goon he is.

Belle does such a phenomenal job setting the scene. The expectations set, and swiftly subverted, the way she describes his actions and voice just beautifully showing he just is not scared. The goofy chemistry between the two just so wonderfully cuts the tension of the previous chapters, but without fully severing it. Things still feel uneasy, but Miller (as well as the wonderful Lionus) feel like a reprise.

“They’ve even got a name for soldiers like me in the company!”

“Oh?” she asked, placing the empty barrel down on the other side of him, and then moving her hand toward the freshly opened one. The other two men had gone back for the last two barrels from the cart and were rolling them towards her at speed.

“Idiots,” - Chapter 5 of The Stranding.

JAFGSFLKH- here we witness the birth of The Idiot Brigade😭 Every interaction with that man just has me cackling.

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Next up is the the short that is the Literal embodiment of AJFHLkfhkfh by @bittykimmy13 / @kendsleyauthor

Never has a scene made me want to bark so much as the blanket scene???? If you haven't read it PLEASE don't let me spoil it for you because this is the juicest fearplay spice- I physically cannot restrain myself from keyboard mashing when talking about this.

What makes the blanket scene so incredibly good is just this fun yet high tension game of cat and mouse between Micah and Everly. Its this playfully predatory flirting that just gets the heart pumping and the mind flustered, and it just all cumulates with Everly trying to avoid Micah catching her while she dodges his hand under the cover of a blanket- with Micah just giving in and crawling under the covers to get her??

I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS BUT THAT VISUAL??? ASFDKJASJF

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Lastly is an incredibly recent fic/short(?) (please let it be ongoing I love them your honor) by @clumsiestgiantess (Everyday I am thankful that my brainrot is apparently wildly contageous to @clumsiestgiantess) that just??? The perfect timing of the slightly angsty fluff?? *screams into a pillow*

Fen is a borrower who has been through some nasty events in the passed 24 hours (and frankly just in general) and is just trying his best. Alice is a human who's clear concern and care for others (along with her grades) is palpable. Together the pair have one of the most tender interactions I have ever read. Just FFHKFH- Its literal catnip and I want to roll in it.

“Are you ok?  You look sick.  If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down.  You didn’t have to get on.”  It’s just like in the car — her blue-eyed gaze looking me over with genuine concern.  “I- I’m alright.”  She gently shakes her head.  “You aren’t, though.  You’re shaking.”  The gentlest pressure alights on my chest as a soft finger brushes up against it.  “And your heart’s beating really fast.”  Her touch is so soft — incredibly cautious like she’s holding something precious and delicate.  Maybe I am, to her.  It’s nothing like what I had imagined a human would feel like, nothing at all.

In a brief moment of weakness, my eyes tear up and I squeeze her finger closer, pressing my forehead against it.  It is absolutely terrifying thinking about where I am.  I’ve spent all my life believing it’s a place of certain death.  Why is it so comfortable? - Part 2 of this work of literal art

Just the word choice and pacing of this whole interaction? The dialogue is just so compassionate. And then there the action. GOODNESS. Alice taking her figure to his chest? FEN THEN TAKING THAT FINGER AND PRESSING HIS FORHEAD TO IT???

The line "Why is it so comfortable?"

I promise you- this scene made me audibly gasp.

The mix of such sweet and tender dialogue with that visual?? Gosh it had my heart racing like a lovestruck teen.

I highly recommend you all check these works (and these authors) out!

[lambda-requests]

⟢ fox neopronouns 𓂃﹐

yip/yip/yips/yips/yipself

yap/yap/yaps/yaps/yapself

skit/skit/skitters/skitters/skitterself

squeak/squeak/squeaks/squeaks/squeakself

gek/gek/geks/geks/gekself

fen/fen/fennecs/fennecs/fennecself

vix/vix/vixens/vixens/vixenself

paw/paw/paws/paws/pawself

claw/claw/claws/claws/clawself

bark/bark/barks/barks/barkself

[fenharael]

gonna have my "I want to live separately/potential breakup" convo today I'll let you know how it goes 🫡

[fenneckins]

i spent forever making you a gloomy bear kandi bracelet and seeing your smile made it more than worth it. you scare me shitless marcie. i feel softer around the edges. like i care for you to notice me. which is gross. and i wish i could say it’s an ivy feeling. but ivy didn’t and doesn’t know you. it isn’t. it’s mine and that’s what makes it so damn scary. you aren’t good with words. not affirming gentle feelings based ones but i want to see you through my eyes. i want to know how you think of me. because how i think of you makes my heart pound and makes me want to run. but yet my feet are planted to the ground. and my branches reach out to you. wanting and longing. i don’t even recognize myself. not in the im purposefully acting more like ivy. i feel like myself, but when i look in the mirror, a happier fennec looks back. the idea of being happy terrifies me.

[heartsofhounds]

What are you looking at??? :\

[spaghettiisinmysoul]

I’m going to draw over this at some point and make it into fen (it’ll be on his blog @fenrir-barks-at-you )

[carrieiswriting]

A sonnet - “Of trees and lambs”

Serenity, as fairies dance upon faint gusts of wind,

And sing their simple melodies of trivial things,

As the sunlight graces the bark of trees, in her unruly manner of sind,

She beats down, and spreads her whiteish, yellowish wings

To the daffodils, who jump out of darkened soil like springs,

In their rather jovial march to the river bed,

Where the waters soft rush plays upon your tender heartstrings,

And a soft calling lies ahead

Of the young, newborn lambs, by their mothers they are led,

To a shade-cast spot, guarded by a foliate overhang

from the old willow, hundreds of years have passed her, she is not yet dead,

and they lie there, as one disorderly and bumbling gang.

This ritual has been carried from mother to mother, from sheep to lamb, and back once again,

and it shall continue, so long as spring comes again, and blesses each fen.

[mogai-headcanons]

Ryu from Street Fighter is an autistic bi orientated greyromantic asexual agender gendernull person with OCD who uses no pronouns, and Ryu is in a polycule with Ken and Chun-Li!

Ken Masters is an autistic butch bisexual transneutral firegender neutrois lesboy with ADHD who uses he/him, she/her, and fire/fires pronouns!

Chun-Li is an autistic biromantic demisexual intersex trans woman with PTSD who uses she/her pronouns!

Guile is a biromantic demisexual trans man with PTSD and hearing problems who uses he/him pronouns!

Blanka is an autistic intersex agender demiboy who uses he/him, it/its, and spark/sparks pronouns!

Zangief is a gay oriented aroace agender beargender redgender person who uses he/him and they/them pronouns!

E. Honda is a greyromantic gay trans man with OCD who uses he/him pronouns!

He's married to Dhalsim, a bi oriented aroace agender genderflux demigender firegender genderpsychic person who uses either all pronouns or no pronouns depending on their mood!

Cammy White is an intersex nonbinary transfeminine catgender lesbian with PTSD who uses she/her, they/them, and purr/purrs pronouns!

Dee Jay is a pansexual dancegender trns man who uses he/him pronouns!

Kimberly is an 80scoric colorgender trans bi lesbian who uses she/her and paint/paints pronouns!

Luke is an autistic stargender yellowgender bluegender doggender transmasculine paragirl with PTSD who uses he/him, bark/barks, and she/her pronouns!

Luke's partner Jamie is a polysexual librafluid person who uses she/her, he/him, and they/them pronouns!

Lily doesn't use any labels due to still being pretty young!

Juri Han is a bisexual intersex pinkgender purplegender spidergender bigender transfeminine person who uses she/her, it/its, and spider/spiders pronouns!

Marisa is an autistic polyamorous bisexual person!

Marisa is dating Manon, an autistic trans lesbian!

Cammy's sibling Decapre is an aroace lesbian nonbinary transmasculine pupgender demigirl with BPD who uses they/them, it/its, and pup/pups pronouns!

Sakura is an autistic bungender arcadecoric trans lesbian with anxiety who experiences comphet and uses she/her and bun/buns pronouns!

She's dating Karin, a trans asexual lesbian with OCD who uses she/her pronouns!

Birdie is a demisexual gay trans man with PTSD who uses he/him pronouns!

He's happily married to Eagle, a gay intersex demiboy who uses he/him pronouns!

Ken's wife Eliza Masters is bisexual!

Their daughter Mel Masters is an aroace trans girl with ADHD and PTSD who uses she/her pronouns!

Mel is friends with Li-Fen, a trans girl with PTSD who uses she/her pronouns!

Seth is a nonbinary person with psychosis, BPD, and DID who uses they/them pronouns!

Rashid is an autistic pansexual trans man who uses he/him pronouns!

Blanka is dating Dan Hibiki, an autistic panromantic greysexual genderfluid transfeminine person with ADHD, PTSD, OCD, BPD, and DID who uses taunt/taunts, saikyo/saikyos, it/its, she/her, and they/them pronouns!

Sagat is a disabled aroace unlabeled person who uses tiger/tigers pronouns!

Abel is an autistic gay oriented aroace intersex trnasmasculine nonbinary beargender pupgender person who uses he/him, they/them, pup/pups, and bear/bears pronouns!

Abel's adoptive parent Charlie Nash is a greyromantic pansexual transfeminine genderqueer person with PTSD who uses she/her and xe/xem pronouns!

El Fuerte is a demiaroace pan gay trans man with ADHD who uses he/him, spice/spices, and food/foods pronouns!

Spice is dating T. Hawk, an unlabeled person who uses he/him pronouns!

Ibuki is a bi lesbian raccoongender trans girl who uses she/her, they/them, and tanuki/tanukis pronouns!

She's dating Rainbow Mika, an autistic rainbowcoric rainbowgender bungender trans lesbian who uses she/her, bun/buns, and rain/bow pronouns!

Menat is an autistic aromantic pan lesbian catgender trans girl with ADHD who uses she/her and purr/purrs pronouns!

She's in a QPR with Ed, a bi oriented aroace intersex demiboy with PTSD and ADHD who uses he/him pronouns!

Ed's sister Falke is a femflux nonbinary aroace lesbian with OCD who uses they/them and she/her pronouns!

Kolin is a greyromantic lesbian with PTSD who is questioning her gender and uses she/her and snow/snows pronouns!

Urien is a butch transfeminine lesbian who uses she/her pronouns!

Poison is an autistic futch greyromantic pomosexual trans woman who uses she/her pronouns!

She's in a QPR with Hugo Andore, an autistic intersex potatogender rosegender pinkgender genderfluid transneufeminine demigirl boyflux aromantic lesbian who uses she/her, he/him, and potato/potatos pronouns!

Abigail is an autistic arospec trans man who uses he/him and vroom/vrooms pronouns!

Roxy is a demisexual intersex demigirl who uses she/her and nameself pronouns!

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[supersilverneos]

dog / canine themed neopronouns.

🐶 woof/woofs/woofself

🐶 pup/pups/pupself

🐶 bark/barks/barkself

🐶 howl/howls/howlself

🐶 ruff/ruffs/ruffself

🐶 wolf/wolfs/wolfself

🐶 hound/hounds/houndself

🐶 mutt/mutts/muttself

🐶 poodle/poodles/poodleself

🐶 corgi/corgis/corgiself

🐶 fetch/fetchs/fetchself

🐶 growl/growls/growlself

🐶 snarl/snarls/snarlself

🐶 labra/doodle/labras/doodles/labradoodleself

🐶 husk/husky/husks/huskys/huskyself

🐶 shiba/inu/shibas/inus/shibaself or inuself

🐶 claw/claws/clawself

🐶 hy/hyena/hys/hyenas/hyenaself

🐶 coy/coyote/coys/coyotes/coyoteself

🐶 den/dens/denself

🐶 bull/dog/bulls/dogs/bulldogself

🐶 pug/pugs/pugself

🐶 mala/mute/malas/mutes/malamuteself

🐶 collie/collies/collieself

🐶 rott/weiler/rotts/weilers/rottweilerself

🐶 chow/chows/chowself

🐶 span/spaniel/spans/spaniels/spanielself

🐶 terrier/terriers/terrierself

🐶 pit/bull/pits/bulls/pitbullself

🐶 dal/matian/dals/matians/dalmatianself

🐶 gold/golden/golds/goldens/goldenself

🐶 trick/tricks/trickself

🐶 canine/canines/canineself

🐶 bite/bites/biteself

🐶 fox/foxs/foxself

🐶 jackal/jackals/jackalself

🐶 dingo/dingos/dingoself

🐶 fen/fennec/fens/fennecs/fennecself