#i wouldn't sleep either way

[steelthroat]

*looking at my history notes*

"Okay so this is 4.7k words long, I usually can read at least 40/50k words of fanfiction a day so I should be able to..."

[monodramatic-cannibal]

I LOVE DOG CODED CROSS TOO! I always see him as that dog that survived so much and now that he can rest and receive affection, he doesn't know how to let his guard down, how to know which hand will be gentle and which will be aggressive. I like his silly side too, but THIS side, he's just very special to me.

PLEASE TALK MORE ABOU HIM

Losing my mind rn. Cross to me has neglected shelter dog rizz, he just wants to sit on the couch and watch tv with someone. Is that too much for him to ask. (Also this is going to be all over the place, me just throwing thoughts out there to see what sticks. Also me talking about this can be taken romantic or platonic routes, I don't mind how anyone sees it. Also throwing in a bit of weapon coded Cross in there as a treat.)

I love the concept of feral dog coded turning into guard dog coded. Like Cross has been through so much, I think he deserves to bite people. As a treat.

I know Cross has canon fangs, but I also like to imagine he has claws too. Just I want him to be sharp. Also this is OOC, but I don't care I'm having fun.

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I imagine Cross has a very specific type of fear he shows, it's the equivalent of a cornered pray animal that has nowhere to go and nothing to do but fight for his life.

Given all that has happened to him, especially later on into his life, him becoming like a fighting dog to protect himself. Being alert and lashing, snarling, clawing at anything that moves too quickly or is too loud. Not even trusting those who approach slowly and quietly, seeing them as people who want something from him or assuming they only want to get close to him to hurt him. Which leads him to especially snap at those people, wanting to hurt those that get too close.

He's basically become a walking weapon, something sharp that stabs and slashes, tears and scratches. Now wondering around without anyone to wield him as a weapon. Now having no use, no purpose.

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(me talking about a build up of someone trying to get to know Cross)

Him not knowing why someone would approach him, being so confused when they don't make an effort to come too close, the other quietly sitting down a bit away from him trying to show they're not a threat, while also giving Cross his space. Cross not liking this and walking away every time, but this other person is persistent.

The other slowly starting to talk after the first few times in a soft tone, telling Cross about themselves, not worrying if Cross is even listening. Just wanting him to get used to their voice and company.

After a while the other starts to give Cross little offerings, such as food or ways to entertain him, trying to inch Cross closer with each coming day. Cross would lash out at these gifts at first, thinking they'd expect something in return, or seeing these gifts as a threat, like what happens if the food is poisoned, he wasn't about to take that chance. Him lashing out throwing things back, snarling and hissing. Him even daring to get close enough to try to take a swipe at the other. But after the other offers him chocolate he just can't resist but have it. Slowly opening up to the idea of their gifts.

Asking the other what the point of all this is. And the other just smiling at him. Looking at him like he means something to the world again. And he wants to cry, he wants to scream and lash out. But all he can do is stare back for a few seconds before fleeing away. The look scaring him half to death. How can someone look at him like that. With so much kindness, no malice, don't they know the things he's done, he's tried to hurt them. And yet they still looked at him like that.

After a while of this back and forth of spending time with Cross and giving him things now and then Cross will start to sit closer, just over an arm's length away, shooting the other unsure glances always having his body angled in such a way he can defend himself if needed.

The other person one day lifting and offering their hand to Cross. Doing a little bit too quickly for Cross's taste leading to him lashing out at the hand, digging his claws into their wrist and latching his teeth onto the hand.

Which 100% would lead into the story you wrote of Cross biting. (I love that short story sm, once I found it I couldn't stop going back and reading it over and over again).

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Him now realizing he may have someone he can trust, he's hurt them a lot and yet they've continued to work with him. Him now realizing he can at least trust their touch, even if its only for short periods of time. Them always offering up their hand and him always reluctantly shoving his head into their palm, closing his eyes tight and nuzzling, sometimes a light whine coming from him. Always nuzzling the hand, the hand that now has a permanent mark of his worry and anger. But the other always uses their thumb to softly rub his cheek to comfort him.

It would take him a while to get closer than the arm's length, only being able to do it minutes at a time any longer, and he'd start to panic, still being unsure on letting himself fully trust the other.

Just him not being able to process any of the kindness given to him. It's something now foreign to him, he still has his moments where he gets too anxiety ridden and lashes, but he's quick to back himself up to shoot the other sympathetic glances and whines.

Then one day it's like a switch got flipped in his head, he's quick to approach the other on their next visit to him, waiting for them to sit before he sits next to them then suddenly leans his head on them, shoving himself into them in an effort to get any sort of attention, either it be positive or negative, he didn't care at that moment in time.

He doesn't know what to think of this feeling, but also doesn't want it to go. Unsure if all of it will be taken away from him. But then quickly realizing he doesn't want this feeling to go, so clings and claws at the other in a desperate attempt to get them to stay.

A sort of 'bite the hand that feeds' sort of situation as he is still unsure on what any of it means so cannot process the kindness given to him as kindness. He's still partly stuck in the mindset that the other must want something. But all the other does is softly pet the back of his skull, quietly talking to him, trying to comfort him. Something in him breaks, and he becomes a sobbing mess. shuddering and whining. Being physically unable to control his emotions, now understanding the other is here for him not for anything else.

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The other has dedicated so much time to befriending Cross that they now have a very loyal guard dog that wants to go everywhere with them, always at their side like a thorn in skin.

He's devoted to them, and craves any sort of praise or physical affection from them. Despite all the work put into him, there's still such a long way to go with him. He will still sometimes go on edge when the other moves too quickly. Or he's too nervous to get attention most of the time out of fear of upsetting them or coming across as too needy.

Seems like the type of guy to shake/shiver if the other was to touch him, either it be out of anticipation of waiting for the other to hurt him in some way, or finally getting the softness and validation he craves. Him quietly hanging out in the same room as the other person, giving them side glaces. Wanting to approach but being unsure, but deciding a possible reward outweighs the risk and just walking over looking like a kicked puppy. Settling himself down next to the other and resting his head on them eyes closes, praying that he will receive a soft touch rather than a hit.

I'd also like to think, despite all the trust and work, he will always still bite and scratch, but it won't nearly be as bad, more so a warning nip of his teeth, a light warning telling the other how fragile this trust is.

Cross now finding a purpose with this person, even if he sees his purpose in an unhealthy light, seeing himself as a weapon for this person to use as they please. He will always need work and praise, he will always need someone to tell him he isn't a weapon.

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oh whoops wrote a bit there.

I don't know if any of this can be seen as dog coded, but I did attempt to write it as such. Also I'm not much of a writer so forgive my style of writing.

[outism-had-a-purpose]

Ryoshu and Rodya friendship where they sometimes sleep in each other's room when it gets too much in theirs.

When the candlelight in Ryoshu's gets too bright and suffocating with the heat and reminds her too much of the fire her daughter died in sometimes she knocks (more of. just letting herself in lmao) on Rodya's door to literally cool off.

Sometimes when Rodya's room freezes her down to the bone to the point where that she can't sleep, and the stench and sight of her dead neighbors haunts her every senses, Ryoshu gets a quiet knock on her door, and an even more surprising, a solemnly quiet Rodya outside, asking her if she can take a quick snooze here because she doesn't wanna go out and do the night watch.

Something something the only bed worth sleeping is the one right next to you (sad). Fire and ice duo. you get me riht

[clarissaweasley-10]

Lyra: The stars are so beautiful...

Grayson: They're just giant balls of gas.

Lyra: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Grayson :And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Lyra: Oh...

[saltpepperbeard]

No but imagine a scene similar to the one where Stede is pretending to snore to avoid confrontation with Mary, but instead of something depressing like that, it’s something silly with Ed.

Like, Stede gets to bed first, and pretends to be asleep only so he can pounce on Ed with kisses or tickles or something of the like when Ed doesn’t expect it.

He hears Ed rummaging around in the bathroom or shedding his leather, and decides to go through with a light fuckery. He keeps his back to Ed, and pretends to snore, but he’s grinning the entire time. 

Ed gets into bed behind him, and leans over to softly ask, “Stede? You asleep, mate?” Stede has to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing, and fears that the light from his huge smile might give him away, but keeps his acting up.

The second Ed lets his guard down and presses a light “goodnight” kiss to Stede’s hair, Stede whirls around to tackle him into the mattress.

And that little bit of pretend sleep is the only sleep he gets for a while; the rest of the night is filled with laughter, banter, and of course plenty of kisses and love.

[zoppzoop]

me: *yearns eternally for having a close friendship with someone which we develop over years where we can talk to each other about anything and everything no matter how big or trivial it is and we stay friends for a long long time*

also me: *scared as fuck of saying anything or asking for anything or even just talking about anything to people because of the forever looming irrational fear of rejection*

[child-ofdust]

i wish i could just sleep forverr or maybe just be able to rot in bed every day every hour but i cant and it makes me so sad

[politemagic]

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chapter four of the haunting of sleep manor is already 2k words and i'm maybe halfway done with it. which makes this fic officially the longest fic i've ever published.

send me a 🌻 and i will tell you whatever the fuck i want

[the-yearning-astronaut]

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[battle-subway-ghost]

Perhaps they learned Minimize?

More likely than Teleport (lmao) But I don't think they did, or... Would be able to physically use the move in the first place.

If you look at minimize users they're generally either fairy-types, made out of goo or whatever the fuck the chandelure and starmie lines have going on. Don't think a rattata could use it but hey the hell do I know

[tardis--dreams]

God i could have such a chill evening if it wasn't for that doctor's appointment tomorrow morning looming over me

[dreampearls]

really in love with the idea of cyno just dropping collei off at tighnaris. not Necessarily out of nowhere but still very very suddenly and now tighnari (18 years old with a phd in botany) (only child) (little experience with children/taking care of others) has to figure out how to take care of this 12 year old with ptsd

[megkuna]

yayyyy another datefail 💔 but this one's mutual i guess. ugh. god cursed me to be a relatively average gay in a sea of people who are so much weirder than me

[lightningfilledsaber]

Ever hear a song that you KNOW is something someone you cut off is fucking playing to act all sad and mopey about you leaving? Follow up question: how do keep yourself from beating the shit out of someone without feeling like you're going to literally explode

[yousaytomato]

Trying my hardest not to be anxious and sad about things that have already happened and that I can't do anything about now. But How

[silasbug]

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@ that one friend who cries on my shoulder all night, wanting comfort and advice, but the moment i am troubled it's "lol, ok."

there's some kind of beauty in it. and i can't even be mad. i'll always be there to help, even if not reciprocal. and i am beyond happy to. because i fucking care and love. too much. (not to discount that they do, too.) and if i can do anything to help, then i will damn well try.

it'd be nice to count on them, as well. of course. but it's not a prerequisite. not expected. it used to be. now i realize most relationships don't seem to work on equal mutualism.

i'll be a rock in a hard place.

that's fine.