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[whimsigod]

9 people to get to know better

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last song: Mad Lucus by the Breeders

currently watching: Adventure Time (always) and recently been only watching movies :)

currently reading: A Court of Mist and Fury and Another Country

current obsession: been reading so many aftg fics again

I quite literally have like 2 mutuals and barely follow anyone but i was happy to be tagged and wanted to participate anyway sooo tag urself❤️

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Look at how big my titties are getting.... so full of milk! I look like a regular breeding cow already. It's so wonderful seeing my pretty little boobs start to get so heavy and swollen. Pregnancy is amazingly fun! I was a bit worried when my doctor said he signed me up for this! I mean, I've been living as a girl for a little while now and my transition has been going super well. But as soon as I turned 18 he was like, "Emily, now that you're old enough I think you're ready to start carrying a few kids, don't you?" I was like "Uhhhh, sure?" And he had me sign all these wavers, despite me not 100% knowing what I was getting myself into!

Soooo, apparently I was entered into a trial to be continually impregnated on high doses of fertility drugs for a decade. My paperwork says that 'the patient's uterus is expected to produce a minimum of 100 kids in that time.' The minimum!? Ummmm...... wow. But I'm not too surprised. I'm only like six months along and I look huge. It's definitely making playing field hockey a lot more challenging, but as expected we are college girls now so over half of us are pregnant anyway. So I guess it's not a huge deal but when the other girls check me or tackle me I feel like my belly's gonna pop like a balloon, which would be fun to see, I suppose.... Hasn't happened yet though!

So, not only was I forcibly entered into this clinical breeding trial or whatever but I realized the procedure was pretty quick.... I asked my surgeon and I'm not going on Rocket, so I'm not giving birth urethrally, and they didn't hook my birth canal up anywhere, so I won't be giving birth anally like a lot of trans girls..... I decided to ask if they intended to do a new surgery and they said no. So I asked how am I giving birth? The people running the trial said a small device is hooked to my womb, when my babies are ready it'll emit a signal, telling them where I am.....

Guys, get this: I won't know when it's going off. They said they only perform the retrieval between 9-5 Mon-Fri. So I'll be at school or out, going about my day and they'll come by. Allegedly they'll have me take off my clothes wherever I am, they'll smear my belly with numbing cream, and..... perform a C-Section no matter where I am. College? A crowded mall? A movie theater? I'll have no choice, they'll just rip off my clothes, prep me, and open my belly like it's a casual, minor test they're performing, like drawing blood or weighing me or something. Then they'll take my babies to the usual government-owned civilian living centers all these babies are raised at by all these government-appointed breeders who manage to make it to thirty. I might end up being a full-time mom like that one day, if I'm lucky and I don't pop! So.... I have public C-Sections to look forward to! Wonder if it happens even if some random guy is fucking me as I try to go about my day? Wouldn't surprise me one bit.....

Guess I'm still glad I transitioned, even if being forced to have a uterus and pump out babies like a factory was not how I envisioned my twenties. No big deal, I guess. I love having this huge belly, and guys and girls go crazy about it! They go even crazier when they see I have a nice, thick cock between my legs, too.... I feel like it's getting even bigger lately, maybe it's just getting swollen because I jerk off so often? And every other person I run into gives it a few healthy tugs when they reach up my skirt or dresses..... Mmmmm, speaking of which I think I'm gonna put on a cute tiny dress and go out clubbing tonight. My poor pregnant body is just begging to be pounded by twenty or thirty cocks..... I'm sure my professors will understand if I'm late to class tomorrow!"

[heartfullofleeches]

dilf bull/hound darling: i’ve been used as a breeder before but i’d love to find someone special to connect with and start a future together you know?

kaimana [heard breeder and got so hard he got nauseous]: i think i hauve Covid

Former Breeder Darling takes a trip out to the beach nearby where the farm they used to work/live on. They strike up a conversation with an attendee at one of the bar stands. The guys a little awkward, but sweet - they guess he didn't have much interaction with others before he got the job and was still getting the hang of things. He noticeably becomes a whole lot clumsier when Darling mentions the details of their past career and current goal.

"So - what brings you out here, Stranger?"

"There's a farm a bit up north from here.. Worked there almost my entire adult life. Job was starting to get to my head so I quit."

"Oh, is that so? I try not to head too far from home, but now I'm starting to regret that. What type of work did you do?"

"I was a breeder.....on top of some manual labor.'

The glass Kaimana held slips from his hands.

"Holy..... You good, Kai?"

K....Kai?? You're giving him nicknames already?? Kaimana grabs the broom propped against the wall behind him - using it to support his wobbly legs instead of cleaning the shards of broken glass at his feet. "Y-yes, I'm fine!... Please continue."

"Eh, not much more to say. Whenever someone needed some assistance having a kid I helped out. Didn't think much of it when I was younger. Paid good, and I got to live on the farm for next to nothing which allowed me to save up over the years.... I had no attachment to it till I received some photos of one of my kids... Well... Not my kid, but their folks were nice enough to send them... It got me thinking... about a family of my own."

You look up from your glass to find Kaimana frantically scribbling something on a napkin.

"My number! .... I-if you'd like to keep in touch. Have you found a place of receidence yet? I know a lovely hotel closeby. I can take you there!- W-we could get to know each other a little better - maybe or dinner or-or a nice bottle of wine."

You chuckle. "Dinner sounds good. Been meaning to try some of the seafood this area is know for.. You should probably clean up that glass though."

You're probably right about that. If he faints atop a pile of glass he'll have to miss your date getting stitches! It's a somewhat difficult for him to move with one particular area of his clothing so drenched in his own fluids.

"Y...yes... dear.... Dear customer, I mean!... haha..."

"Cute." You down the rest of your drink and pull a few bills from your pocket, tucking the napkin in that same sleeve as you stand from the counter. "See you later, Kai."

Kai waves as you depart. He wouldn't call it a goodbye as he'd see you soon enough.

"See you.... Honey."

[coldfanbou]

Bunny Breeder

Bunny time. The story of a young man getting a gift from his girlfriend and long-time friend.

Length 2.3K

Nayeon x Eunha x M reader

Next Part

You're sitting in the park on Eunha's lap. Her firm but soft thighs are the perfect pillows as she runs her hands through her hair. You're both waiting for your friend Nayeon. "Do you think she'll be here any time soon?" You ask before a yawn escapes you. A soft pair of lips press against your forehead.

"I'm sure she'll be here soon. It's your birthday, after all. I even made sure she wouldn't forget the time." Eunha replies. As you look at Eunha, you see her big smile, her front teeth are slightly larger than the rest, making her look a bit like a rabbit. It was the same case as Nayeon, but hers were more pronounced. You close your eyes and rest; turning toward Eunha, you kiss her thighs. This makes her giggle. "Stop that; it tickles."  

"But your legs are so nice; they're perfect for this." You kiss her thighs again.

Eunha laughs again. "Can't you stop? We're out in public." You shake your head and face down on her thighs, rubbing yourself against them. 

"You really can't wait for me to show up?" A new voice says as the person smacks the back of your head.

When you look at them, you see Nayeon standing over you. "Nayeon! You're late." Eunha says. You get off Eunha and help her up. You both hug Nayeon, "I told you to be here at five on the dot."

"Yeah, Eunha told you to be here at five." You repeat.

"Well, I had to pick something up," Nayeon says, dismissing your criticism. She holds a large bag in her left hand, lifting it up as proof. "Anyway, should we go back to your place now or?"

"We're going to eat," Eunha says.

"What are we eating?"

Eunha raises her hands above her head and excitedly says, "Hamburgers, yay!" 

"Eunha really wanted burgers." You explain to Nayeon. She nods knowingly, and the three of you go to a burger shop. 

As you're eating, Nayeon looks at you, "So, are you excited for your gift?" You simply nod as you continue to eat. "Any thoughts as to what it could be?" 

Eunha lightly smacks Nayeon's shoulder, "Don't give him any hints!" She exclaims. "It’s going to be a surprise."

"What is it?" You ask.

The two women glance at each other before Eunha speaks up. "It's something you've always wanted." That doesn't help you narrow things down whatsoever. You consider what it could be for a moment. The three of you continue to chat while you eat. Once that's done, you all start the trip home.

"So, are you sure you can't tell me my gift?" 

"No, you'll find out soon enough," Eunha says. "But I know you'll love it." The girls talk in hushed whispers in the back as you drive. You can't make out whatever they're saying, but their occasional giggles make you more curious. "You'll have to wait in the living room and wait for us to call you, okay?" Eunha asks, in the first comment she's directed toward you in a while. 

You nod in response. "Okay, I will." When you arrive home, the girls rush past you and head inside while you take your time. 

You sit on the sofa, waiting for the girls to come out. Your mind runs through the possibilities; there was never much you wanted. You also have yet to tell Eunha about things you did want. "Are you ready?" You hear being said in unison from your bedroom.

"I'm ready." You shout back to them. 

"Are you sure?" Nayeon asks.

"Yes, I'm ready." A moment goes by before Eunha and Nayeon walk out; as they stroll into your eyesight, your cock immediately starts to rise. Eunha and Nayeon are both wearing reverse bunny suits. You look at Nayeon first; her suit is a light blue. Long sleeves run down the length of her arms with cuffs at her wrist. A small bow tie around her neck is all that covers her torso, besides small pasties that cover Nayeon's nipples. They're heart-shaped, and as your eyes take in every part of her smooth pale skin, you eventually reach her nether region. Another heart blocks your line of sight as it covers her cunt. Boots that cover the entirety of her legs just show off how long they are. You nearly drool as you stare at her. Nayeon blushes but doesn't cover herself up, instead leaning forward while winking. Her small breasts became even more tantalizing.

Eunha is wearing the same style, except instead of a bow tie, she has a regular one that runs between her breasts. Her pink suit looks good on her, especially when she turns around. Her shapely bottom jiggles as she purposely bounces up and down. "Do you like your gift?" She asks with a huge smile.

"I think he does," Nayeon says, pointing at your growing bulge. "I think we should help him with it." Eunha agrees, and the two women kneel before you. They work together to pull off your pants. "I think you should go first; he is your boyfriend," Nayeon says. 

"Thanks," Eunha responds before pulling on the waistband of your underwear. Once your cock is free, Nayeon can't help but stare at it. Eunha immediately gets to work stroking your shaft. 

"Wow, he's huge," Nayeon says. "You take this regularly?" She asks in amazement, and slight confusion. Eunha laughs and nods. Her slow rhythmic strokes make you moan, and Nayeon watches on. Eunha presses her smooth lips to the tip of your cock, kissing it before taking small licks. It makes your cock twitch in her hands.

"You should help too, Nayeon." 

"Right." Nayeon looks almost intimidated by your cock as she starts suckling your balls. You tilt your head back and moan. You're in heaven as Eunha plays with your cock, and Nayeon swirls her tongue around your balls. You place your hands on their heads as you praise them. 

Eunha begins to gobble more of your cock, getting half of it in her mouth. Her lips are stretched around your shaft as she uses her tongue to rub the head of your cock. Your grip on her head grows stronger as you struggle to stop from climaxing. Eunha feels your cock throbbing in her mouth and pushes herself to take more in. Her mouth works like a vacuum as she sucks the life out of you. "Fuck, I'm going to cum." Eunha uses her tongue, swirling it around your shaft as you cum. Semen spills into her mouth, and she drinks it all. Nayeon watches Eunha, amazed she could do so with no problem. Eunha pulls away from you, leaving your cock with a pop. She opens her mouth to show you some cum still on her tongue. Turning to Nayeon, Eunha kisses her sharing your cum with her. Nayeon, shocked at first, welcomes the salty liquid being given to her. Eunha begins playing with Nayeon's tits; her fingers find the edges of the pasties and tear them off. Nayeon moans as she feels the sting from them being ripped out. Your cock stiffens, watching your girlfriend toy with your mutual friend. 

Getting off the couch, you get between Nayeon's squirming legs, spreading them apart. You take off the barrier between you and her pussy. Nayeon's already wet, her juices making her slit glisten as you start eating her out. Your tongue traces her folds, outlining them. Nayeon's muffled moans are loud despite Eunha kissing her. As your tongue pushes past Nayeon's lips into her pussy her legs wrap around your head. She moves her hips to grind against your face as you try to hold her still. "More. More!" Nayeon's moans are unfettered as Eunha attaches her mouth to one of her nipples. Eunha's skillful tongue flicks the small nub while her fingers tug at Nayeon's other nipple. 

While that is going on you, spread Nayeon's folds to get a better look at the pink flesh before you. You take a long lick of Nayeon's cunt. Her legs tighten around you as you begin to flick her clit. "No, wait! I'm going to cum." Both you and Eunha continue pleasuring Nayeon, forcing her to orgasm. Nayeon's hips buck upward as she cums, and you drink as much of her nectar as possible. Eunha giggled, watching her friend cum, the ecstasy on Nayeon's face made it known she enjoyed it. Nayeon's mouth hung wide open, her bunny teeth showing themselves while her tongue hung outside. 

You're not able to contain yourself any longer. Cock in hand, you rub it between Nayeon's puffy lips, coating it in her nectar. Eunha watches you with a smile. "Go ahead, baby, use your gift." You press your cock against Nayeon's pussy and start to push inside. Nayeon stirs as she feels your cock begin to split her in two. She screams, feeling your cock go deeper into her. You moan Nayeon's name as her walls tightly clutch your cock. It's nearly impossible to push in deeper, but her pussy also refuses to let you go.  You hold onto Nayeon's legs, keeping them spread as you finish burying your cock inside her. You revel in the feeling of your cock being squeezed by her pussy, her warm and wet walls hugging you. Nayeon's screams of pain soon turn to screams of pleasure as she adjusts to your size. 

Eunha, deciding she wanted to feel good too, strips off the pasty covering her pussy and sits on Nayeon's face. The older woman automatically begins eating Eunha out, driving her tongue deep into your girlfriend. You thrust into Nayeon, and each time using tremendous strength, she moans into Eunha's pussy. Eunha cups your cheek, kissing you as you fuck Nayeon. You pull at Eunha's pasties, eventually getting them off. Using your fingernail to circle her nipple, you tease Eunha. She moans from the tingling sensation in combination with Nayeon's tongue lapping at her cunt. Your thrusts grow frantic as you feel a tightening in your balls. Nayeon wraps her legs around you, feeling that you were going to cum soon. "Eunha, I'm going to cum." 

Eunha places her hand under your chin and lifts it up, "That’s okay baby, cum inside her. She wants it." You don't question Eunha, kissing her while you impale Nayeon with your final thrust. Your semen pours into her, filling her to the brim. Nayeon's pussy milks you as she cums too. You slowly pull out of Nayeon and look at your handy work. Your cum pours onto the floor. When Eunha climbs off Nayeon, you can see her eyes have rolled into the back of her head, and she's mumbling something. Eunha has you sit on the couch as she climbs on top of you. "It’s my turn now, baby." She places her hands on your chest, her fingers circling your nipples. "I want you to pump me full of your hot sticky cum. I am your present, too, after all."

You capture Eunha's lips, "of course, Eunha. I'll give you everything I have." She gives you a soft smile as she drops down on your cock. Your cum and Nayeon's nectar make it easy for Eunha to take your cock. She coos, feeling it knock against her womb. Eunha's pussy caresses every part of your cock as it gently holds you. You lean down, taking Eunha's nipple into your mouth, and your tongue swirls around the small nub as you suckle on her tit. The young woman moans, her hands gripping your shoulders as she cums prematurely. Despite that, she keeps riding you. Eunha's tightening pussy makes you moan as it tries to milk you. Holding onto her hips, you start thrusting while bucking your hips. Your cock slams into her, and Eunha digs her nails into your skin. Eunha's tits bounce because of the quick pace; she grimaces as the pleasure overcomes her.

"I'm cumming again!" Eunha shouts, being overstimulated. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock as she cums again. This time it pushes you over the edge.

"I'm cumming too!" You yell as you bury your cock inside Eunha and flood her womb with your cum. Eunha bounces a few more times on your cock before sinking down on it tired. You feel a wet sensation on your balls when you realize Nayeon is lapping at your balls and the base of your cock.

"Did you like your presents?" Nayeon asks you. 

"Yeah, it was great." You reply, tired from your orgasms. 

"Carry me to bed," Eunha says, still holding onto you. You stand up and carry her to bed before returning to Nayeon, placing her on your other side. They lay on either side of you. "I hope you know today wasn't a safe day, baby."

"It’s not safe for me either," Nayeon adds before you all pass out. 

A few weeks later, Eunha and Nayeon are sitting in the living room when you return from work. Eunha immediately gets up and kisses you. "You're home!" 

"Welcome back," Nayeon says coolly. 

"I have some news, baby. We're pregnant!" Eunha says, motioning to Nayeon. You look at Nayeon, and she nods. "Now that we're pregnant, we can't really have sex with you. It could be dangerous, you're so big after all, but we know some people that wouldn't mind." 

"Some other rabbits," Nayeon adds. "You tend to like rabbits like us." 

You stand there stunned for a moment. "You're pregnant? Both of you?" They nod in unison. You kiss Eunha before motioning for Nayeon to come over. You hug her. "I love you both, but uh, I don't think I'm ready to be a father. I mean, me and Eunha just got comfortable living on our own."

"Well, you have a few months to get ready. Daddy," Nayeon says the last part in a mocking tone. 

"You'll be fine, baby," Eunha says, patting your chest.

"And you're sure we can't have sex? You're not far along." The two women laugh before looking back at you.

"Maybe we can, but not too rough. We don't want to risk anything." Eunha says. "As Nayeon said, we'll get some other bunnies for you."

[mirisss]

Chapter 9

Stray Kids OT8 x hybrid! afab! reader

Warnings: anxiety, mentionings of a breeding facility, verbal and physical child abuse, neglect, spiked collars, blood, injuries, scars, suicidal thoughts, being apathetic, panic attacks, low self-esteem, I think that's everything,

This chapter involves flashbacks into (Y/n)’s past, so it’s a lot of angst but there are also fluffy moments in the chapter. 

Wordcount ≈ 3.2k

Thank you guys for your patience! I hope you like this chapter! 

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“He’s here, come on, (Y/n), we can go home and watch a movie and maybe draw some more,” “That -” YAWN “- sounds nice” “Haha, tired I see,” And so we got in the car, I barely sat down before my eyes were closing. The last thing I remember is hearing a low humming from Hyunjin as I rested my head against his shoulder before I fell into a deep sleep. 

Hyunjin’s POV

As soon as we sat down in the car, (Y/n) fell asleep with her head resting against my shoulder. I managed to move around to buckle her seatbelt without waking her. I leaned my head against hers as I lowly hummed an unfamiliar tune. Every now and then, (Y/n)’s body would twitch a little, not enough to wake her but enough to keep her from being comfortable. I recognized the twitching, Jisung does it sometimes too. I have done it a couple of times. 

Anxiety. 

Her anxiety is making her twitch, shiver, flinch even. That explains why she’s tired all the time, the anxiety twitches are keeping her from resting properly. I wish we knew more about what she has been through so that we can help her. 

Her ears twitch every once in a while too, though after doing some research on bunny hybrids, that was a normal trait for them. Her breathing was slightly too quick to be relaxed, but the way she nestled into my shoulder made my heart race. She was so cute. I loved her just as I loved the other members. She might not have been with us for that long, but it didn’t matter. Now that she’s in our lives, everything feels complete. 

I looked up and out of the car window, seeing that we were only about two minutes away from our apartment. “(Y/n), sweetie, bunny, wake up, we’re home,” 

(Y/n)’s POV

“(Y/n), sweetie, bunny, wake up, we’re home,” Home. That is such a nice word. I slowly came back to consciousness as I heard Hyunjin’s sweet voice calling my name. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that I was resting against Jinnie’s shoulder. As I understood what I was doing, old habits took over me and I jerked myself away from him. “Sorry,” “It’s alright, bunny. I don’t mind. It was cozy. Now, come on, let’s go home,” “Home,” Before I could stop myself I repeated the word home, Hyunjin looked down at me, his eyes looked glassy, almost as if they were filled with tears. “Yes, home.” 

The car came to a stop and we got out of the car. Hyunjin stretched out his hand and smiled at me, his eyes darting almost nervously between his hand and my eyes. I carefully took his hand, afraid that this was all a dream and if I moved too quickly, it would disappear. We went into the building, the elevator was empty for the first time since I came here. Elevators usually spike my anxiety. Reminding me of my past. 

Flashback

When I was nine years old I was still with my first owner. The breeders who had my parents. They weren’t exactly mean, but neither were they nice. They only cared about the hybrids they had of the highest quality. I was not one of those. They fed me enough to keep me healthy, but they gave me no love. They never spoke with me, they never pet me, they barely even looked at me. 

I hadn’t seen my parents or siblings since I was three. I felt isolated and lonely. The only friend I had was a desert fox who lived in the cage beside mine. He was also an outcast like me. The breeders said his personality wasn’t good, it didn’t fit his species. I didn’t understand what they meant, he was the nicest person I knew, before I got to know SKZ that is. 

One day, one of the breeders came up to me with a scary man. The unfamiliar man stared at me with a weird, creepy look in his eyes. I backed away as far as I could in my cage. My whole body shivering, my instincts screamed at me to run but I was stuck. I couldn’t escape. “I believe this one fits everything you wanted. Quite, small, obedient, ugly.” The breeder and the man laughed loudly, the creepy man agreed, saying he’ll take me. I began crying. Begging the breeder to let me stay. The fox boy in the cage beside me raised his voice trying to stop them from taking me. 

“No! Don’t take her, take me. Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t take her. Please, please, let her stay. NOO!” “Please, I want to stay. Please, I don’t want to go, please, help,” “(Y/n)!” That was the last time I saw him. He screamed my name as they dragged me out of the room filled with cages of neglected hybrids. 

The creepy man dragged me out of the breeding facility with a spiked collar. The spikes dug into my neck, causing permanent damage to my skin. Silent tears ran down my cheeks as no sound would leave my throat. It was my first car ride, and I didn’t want to ever get in another car, at least not with this man. I was nine years old, and he hit me, laughed at me, called me names, and told me how he would cut me and torture me for his own pleasure. 

When we arrived at wherever he was taking me, he once again dragged me along with the spiked collar. There was a tall building in front of us, and we were walking straight toward it. I tried calling for help as I saw many people around us, some of them looked but after seeing the man who was dragging me they all looked away, others didn’t look at all. 

When we came inside the building, we went into a strange small room, a loud *ding* could be heard as the doors opened. The tiny room was packed with people. I didn’t want to go, but the man pulled me inside, the spikes had now penetrated my skin completely, and drops of blood ran down my neck. “Nice toy you got there boss,” A few people said the same thing, as they all stared at me. Their voices harsh on my sensitive ears as they all laughed loudly. 

“Yes, we all will be able to enjoy this one. I made sure to buy a young one, so it will last long,” They spoke about me as if I were an object and not a living being. “Mm, so many fun things to do with such an ugly toy. I know it’s young but I hope it becomes prettier in the future,” My heart hurt from hearing what they said. It was true. I wasn’t pretty, that’s why the breeders didn’t keep me. It was why I didn’t deserve love. 

During the five years, that I lived with that man and his friends, the elevator was a common place for verbal and later on, physical abuse. Whenever someone saw me walking around the building, they would drag me into the elevator, hitting me, kicking me, spitting on me, pulling my ears, my hair, or my tail. They would curse at me, scream at me, and tell me why I didn’t deserve to live. After five years, they kicked me out after I became numb to their advances. 

I stopped speaking. I stopped crying, I stopped eating, I didn’t react to anything anymore, no matter what they did, I never reacted. I felt nothing but emptiness. I wanted nothing more than to die. If this was all my life was worth, I didn’t want to continue. When I stopped reacting, I stopped being fun for them so they kicked me out. Hoping I would die on the streets, all alone. Alone. That was all I knew how to be. 

Elevators always remind me of the scars around my neck, the scars that littered my body from the abuse it suffered all those years, and most importantly, elevators remind me of how ugly and worthless I am in the eyes of many. 

End of flashback

As I was pulled into a flashback, my breathing picked up, I couldn’t breathe, my eyes couldn’t seem to focus on anything, my knees felt weak, I found my own eyes in the mirror, it felt as if I looked into the eyes of my terrified nine-year-old self. 

“(Y/n)! (Y/n), bunny, hold on, it’s okay, just breathe, hey, I’m here,” Hyunjin’s voice seemed far away as if he was in another room. I felt his gentle touch on my arms, I knew it was him, I knew I was safe, but my body didn’t understand. The doors to the elevator flew open with a *ding*, I used my full strength and pushed myself out of the elevator, landing on the floor outside. My arm hurt from landing on it awkwardly, but all I focused on was getting as far away from the elevator as possible.  

“(Y/n), please breathe, please,” My eyes slowly stopped darting around, they focused on Hyunjin’s eyes which were filled with tears as he looked down at me. Worry was written all over his handsome face. I didn’t want him to cry, especially not because of me. 

Third Person POV

(Y/n) looked up at Hyunjin as he leaned over her. The hybrid was lying on the floor, shaking, struggling to breathe, teardrops running down her cheeks. The dancer leaned over the scared hybrid, trying to calm her down, his own eyes and cheeks stained with tears, his heart hurt from seeing (Y/n) like this. 

One of (Y/n)’s arms reached up and gently caressed Hyunjin’s cheek. Her hand was cold against his warm cheek. She still trembled as she tried to catch her breath. Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned her head up, her hand gently guiding Hyunjin’s head down. Their lips barely met, the kiss so gentle it almost didn’t happen, but it did. Hyunjin’s heart raced a thousand times quicker as he realized what they were doing. He was kissing (Y/n). (Y/n) was kissing him. 

Hyunjin broke away from the kiss, a surprised look on his face as he looked down at the bunny. (Y/n) too looked surprised. She hadn’t realized what she had done, it seemed to be pure instinct. “I’m sorry,” (Y/n) whispered as she looked away, her hand falling from his cheek. “It’s okay. I liked it. Um, how about we get off the floor and go inside the apartment, to talk about what happened,” (Y/n) nodded in response, too embarrassed to speak. 

They went inside the apartment, first going into separate rooms to change clothes. (Y/n) got dressed in the fuzzy pajamas that Jeongin reminded her they had bought, it was warm and cozy. It smelled of Jeongin and Felix. (Y/n) inhaled their scents, it calmed her down. She still felt embarrassed over kissing Hyunjin, she had never done something like that before. Her first kiss. Her first kiss. 

Hyunjin was changing into some comfortable clothes too. His mind completely focused on what happened only minutes prior. (Y/n)’s soft lips against his own. Her cute eyes opened wide as she realized what she had done. Her small hand against his cheek. The way she pulled him in. It was intoxicating. He wanted more, but he had to hold himself back. (Y/n) probably didn’t mean to kiss him, she wasn’t ready, he thought. Especially after what happened in the elevator. 

Hyunjin walked into the living room and found (Y/n) sitting on the couch. One of her legs bounced anxiously on the floor. “Hey, do you want some water or tea, or maybe some hot chocolate?” “Water please,” “Alright, I’ll be right back with it,” (Y/n) was nervous, and anxious, thinking that she had truly ruined this now. She kissed Hyunjin without his permission, he was probably going to call the others and tell them that she couldn’t stay. That was what (Y/n) thought. 

“Here you go, bunny,” (Y/n) carefully took the cold water bottle from his hand, opened it, and took a sip. The cold water calmed her burning throat from the panic attack she had just a few minutes ago. “Would you be okay with telling me what happened in the elevator?” “It sparked some old memories,” “Could you tell me more about these memories? You don’t have to but I want to be able to help you, we all do, if you don’t feel ready to talk about it now, that’s okay, but please don’t be afraid to open up about what you’ve been through,” 

He spoke with so much sincerity in his voice and so much love in his gaze as he looked into the hybrid’s eyes. (Y/n) took a deep breath before she told him of the flashback she had. New tears clouded her eyes, Hyunjin embraced her in a calming hug as she cried and told him of all the horrible things the man had put her through. 

“Oh bunny, I’m so sorry, no one should ever have to go through such things,” Hyunjin held (Y/n) tighter as he did his best to calm her down. They stayed like that for a good 20 minutes until the door opened. Minho, Felix, and Jeongin stepped inside. Once they came into the living room they found Hyunjin and (Y/n) curled up on the couch together. The hybrid was still slightly shaking from crying and going through all of those memories twice. 

“What happened?” Felix said as soon as he realized that (Y/n) had been crying. “It’s a long story and I don’t think (Y/n) has it in her to tell it again or be present for it to be told,” Hyunjin answered, Minho noticed that the tall boy’s eyes were glossy, he too had been crying. “Alright, we’ll talk later. Now, do you want to watch a movie, eat something, sleep, or something else?” (Y/n) sniffled a little before she leaned away from Hyunjin’s warm embrace. “I’d like to take a bath if that is fine,” “Of course, come on, I’ll set it up for you,” Jeongin said as he gave her the wide smile she loved. 

Jeongin tried to cheer (Y/n) up by joking around and smiling. His presence did make her feel a bit better. Once again, he reminded her of that fox from the breeding facility. Warm, safe, familiar. His eyes were kind, with so much love and adoration in them. His touch was warm and gentle. Jeongin was happiness to her. “Do you want some bath salts in the bath?” “What’s that?” “Oh, they’re like tiny crystals that make the bath smell nice,” “Do you like those?” Jeongin smiled even wider at the question. “Yeah, they’re nice, we have a couple of different scents, this one’s my favorite!” He held out a little bottle with blue crystals, opened the lid, and let (Y/n) take in the scent. The hybrid inhaled the scent, it instantly reminded her of Jeongin. 

“Do you like it?” “Yeah, it, um, it smells like you,” “I’ll put some in the bath then,” Jeongin poured a few of the crystals into the warm water filling the tub. “There we go! Your towel is here, the same spot as always, and you have your clothes here, and I think that’s all,”  Jeongin was about to walk over to the door and leave (Y/n) in the bathroom. “Wait,” (Y/n) took a hold of his hand. 

“Hmm, what’s wrong?” “Can you just stay with me for a little while longer, I don’t want to be alone just yet,” “Alright, I’ll stay with you as long as you want me to,” They sat down on the floor, (Y/n) still held onto his hand. Jeongin kept an eye on the water in the tub, making sure it didn’t fill too much. “Can you hug me?” “Of course,” Jeongin turned off the water before he opened his arms and (Y/n) scooted closer into his embrace. 

“(Y/n), remember what we talked about earlier?” “About all of us facing challenges in the past?” “Yeah, you don’t ever have to be ashamed of what you’ve been through, none of it was your fault. We won’t ever hurt you, nor will we let anyone hurt you,” (Y/n) held onto Jeongin just a little tighter. “Can I tell you something about what happened today?” “Of course, if you want to tell me, then I’ll gladly listen,” “I’m embarrassed and worried about it,” “It’s okay, whatever it is, it will be fine,” “I kissed Hyunjin,” Jeongin looked down at (Y/n), not believing his ears. 

“What?” His voice was shocked, yet his eyes still held nothing but love and adoration. Making (Y/n) feel a little less worried. “I kissed Hyunjin. I didn’t even notice, I didn’t know what I was doing, it just happened,” “Okay, do you regret it?” “Um, I don’t know. I liked it, I think. I’ve never done anything like it before. I’m just scared that he’s angry with me,” “I promise you, that he is not angry. I’m certain he’s over the moon with joy. We all love you, and kissing is a sign of love, so none of us would be angry with you for kissing us, we just want you to do it when you want to, we don’t want to pressure you into anything,” 

(Y/n) listened intently as Jeongin spoke, his voice brought the bunny comfort. Her eyes explored his face. From his warm eyes to his nose, to his sharp jawline, and stopping at his lips. Something within her, yearning to feel his lips against hers. Even though the kiss with Hyunjin had barely happened, she yearned for more. She yearned to feel love in its purest form. 

“Can I… Can you, kiss me?” Jeongin smiled widely, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he leaned a little closer. “Are you sure?” (Y/n)’s eyes once again darted between his eyes and his lips. She felt safe. She felt loved. “Yes, I’m sure,” Jeongin leaned even closer, his heart racing. He was nervous and excited. The bunny felt the same as she leaned a little closer. Their lips were only mere millimeters apart. (Y/n) closed her eyes, fully trusting Jeongin, just as she would with any of the eight boys she now called her home. Jeonging couldn’t help but smile as he too closed his eyes. 

~ To be continued ~

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for keeping the dog after a breakup? 🐕

I (33F) recently found out my ex (34F) cheated on me with one of our mutual best friends (33F) for over a year. Any attraction and love I had for her evaporated as soon as I found out, she honestly disgusts me. This is relevant because she is using that disgust to try and tell me I'm being unreasonable about the dog and that I'm being difficult because of me hating her now. My "friend" is dead to me btw.

We had been living together for 5 years and I already had two dogs before we started dating. Once my oldest dog passed away we decided to get a new dog a few months after (the dog is now 4 years old).

Since I'm a dog trainer she decided that I should do most of the training and such. I wanted her to raise the dog together but she didn't want to. I mean fine, I like working with dogs and on my own I would have gotten a second dog anyway and done the work on my own as well. But it did irritate me that she would just refuse a lot of basic care because "you do it so much better". The work never was a big deal to me but again, her just cuddling "her" dog and doing nothing towards the long daily walks unless we went together did irritate me mildly. She only wanted to do the "fun" stuff basically. But I don't like confrontation and just left it at that. But all in all, I did 90% of the care.

Now to the current issue. She wants the youngest dog in the split. I refused. I can keep the dog legally because all vet bills are on my name, I order the food and pay the dog taxes (that is a thing here in case people are wondering). I also was the one initially paying for the dog at the breeder. So legally the dog is mine.

I do see she loves the dog very much and she always has her on her lap in the evening while reading. I may think very ugly thoughts of her but she is kind to animals and I don't think she would ever purposefully hurt then. Maybe she will be able to take care of her properly and actually give her what she needs (she is a working line Border Collie) but I'm having my doubts. Plus I work and train a lot with my dogs and I do not want to loose them at all. So I flat out refused and told her I understand it's hard but I think the dog is better off with me and I will not be discussing it further.

Also there is not really a risk of her stealing the dog, I already moved out and have both dogs with me.

So, am I the asshole?

[bleaksqueak]

cw pet death under the cut

Well, I guess I largely vanished for the past couple of days for some people. We unexpectedly lost two of our ratties, one of which was one I had a close bond with, so that sure knocked me out for a day. I've been taking care of one of our little old ladies, Sammy, and we expected she would leave us fairly soon, but we lost Willow and Abbie within just a couple of days of each other instead. Have some cute photos of baby abbie and willow since they were Very Loved and had happy lives. Baby Abbie! When we saw how tiny she was (stunted growth, runt) and her little broken tail we had to take her home with us... somehow, miraculously, she could still move the whole tail! It's a mystery how it broke in the first place, and no one knew when we got her. We never had it amputated since it wasn't causing her any distress, and it just over time came to look like a little pikachu tail to us. She was my little heart rat and was glued to me near constantly.

all growed up button:

"FOUL TARNISHED...." And baby Willow!!

So cute in her pot pie the incredibly sweet /sadcute photos of her mommy, Bonnie (still with us!) protecting her the day we adopted them. They were adopted together due to their previous owners having to move and not being able to keep them. Bonnie was convinced we were going to steal her baby, so she kept sitting on her like this:

Willow was curious and wanted to make friends faster than Bonnie wanted, but Bonnie warmed up and finally stopped guarding so heavily. Part of her warming up included her adopting me, so uh... rat mom? She treats me like a baby rat. Mom, I'm a full grown Rat, thank you. Willow was ***fascinated*** sitting and watching Resident Evil 4. She sat through the whole game and any time a loud noise would happen she'd ZOOP back into a sleeve...then poke back out, ears perked and whiskers going. She did the same thing last christmas when we opened presents, so RE4 gets called "CHRISTMAS 4" in our house. also to the other ratty keepers out there, don't worry, the little cage is only a nursery/hospital cage and playtime cage, they lived in a giant critter nation with lots of friends. Anyway, I'm a little sad still so I wanted to share some cute photos and celebrate them instead. We're probably going to be looking around at the local breeders to see if anyone has any baby girls ready for adoption.

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

König HCs

Because why not lads. These are some of my personal ones regarding the lore I’ve put together for him. TW: untreated mental illness, childhood neglect, burn injuries, surgical trauma. Uh, some other shit, too, probably. Idfk reader beweader you’re in for a sceader.

Bro has BPD. It covers a lot of the beloved fanon interpretation of him being clingy and hot/cold and scared of being left. He’s got Fear Of Abandonment Syndrome, and he’s like 10% more likely to make a fucky wucky on himself and end up sleeping in the forever box.

Source: I have it and my baby girl only gets the best of the worst from me.

H a t e s d o c t o r s. And hospitals, and surgical procedures, and anything of the like. He’s probably already got more health issues than a blue blood racehorse just from his sheer size alone - prone to heart issues and musculoskeletal strain - but there’s no way on god’s green earth that he hasn’t been through a handful of major procedures because he’s diagnosed with human knife block and bullet sponge disorders respectively.

Sub-point A: born with a cleft palette and lip. Palette was corrected, has a turned second incisor as a result. Lip was botched. Pulled a pot of boiling sugar off a stove and burnt a big-ass portion of his face, neck, chest, and stomach. Multiple painful reconstructive and corrective surgeries to deal with keloid scarring.

Sub-point B: psychology might help OTHER people, but HE is built DIFFERENT. He’s not crazy, you see, and if you suggest otherwise you’ll suddenly develop a case of Backpfeifengesicht and he’ll provide the violence. DBT? That’s Dick and Ball Torture, babey.

Despite this, he lies through his teeth at psych evals. He knows the “right” answers, and he is not going to get his livelihood taken away from him, even if it’s not exactly what he wanted. If he’s answering for his own actions, he can swerve and intuit what thing will calm things down the most and get him the smallest punishment.

Developed most of his wheedling skills as a kid, parents were neglectful as shit. Mostly disregarded him during his upbringing. Youngest of three, an eldest sister and a brother. Not in contact with any of them.

He’s 34. I don’t know if I’ve accepted him being a Colonel into my heart as my lord and savior, I’m still figuring that one out until there’s more concrete canon material besides a loading screen.

Grew up in a hoarder house of apathy, alcoholism, and depression and it was DISGUSTING. Black mold, water damage, trash everywhere, travel lanes carved through the most useless fucking junk. His parents bred Doberman dogs to sell as guard/security dogs, and some lived in the house, adding to the filth and destruction. He can’t stand a dirty house, and as an adult has an insane cleaning routine. Often stress cleans. You could eat off his bathroom floors.

He Does Not Like Dogs. Period. He especially hates Dobermans. He doesn’t like dog breeders worth a fuck either, good or bad.

Did not have any sort of media or anything as a kid. Parents didn’t spend money on tech or pop culture stuff, they were kind of stuck 30 years behind everyone else. His parents were older when he was born, he was very unplanned and not particularly warmly welcomed. Kept himself entertained out in the boonies, did a lot of reading, learned to juggle, learned to juggle knives. Had a big brokedown half-draft horse to take the kennel dogs on longer walks in the country, horsebacked a lot.

Soon as he was in the army, away from his family home, and living on his own, he got his first cell phone and computer and pretty much started living on the internet. He’s self taught in a couple of programming languages, very tech literate, halfway kind of lives on Reddit (narrowly swerved getting redpilled, thank fuck) on his personal time, and built his own PC set up. Built one for Horangi, too, and gives Stiletto advice on her own build when she asks for it.

H E H A T E S K L A U S

Bc I said so, everyone I love hates Klaus. All my homies fuckin hate Klaus.

König was raised secular Jewish, really doesn’t know all that much about it and didn’t get a bris or bar mitzvah, it’s just like Yeah That’s What I Put On Papers to him. Klaus is always getting in his shit about Austria and WW2. König’s grandparents made it out of the camps and went on to become: a microbiologist, a professor at the Austrian University of Veterinary Medicine, a multi term mayor of a small village/candy maker, and a beloved homemaker. The brilliance of the family seemed to leech out with each passing generation, and König sees himself as the dead end of it all.

König has rocked Klaus’s shit about the shitty jokes before and will do it again.

Favorite rugby club is South Africa, and he has an intense crush on Faf de Klerk even though he’s been traded to Japan. He’s kind of hot for all scrum halves tho lbr here.

Lunch break is over and this is ridiculous, will probably do more later.

[kangals]

hiiii i just wanted to thank you for your stellina propaganda because i am. getting a collie very soon. and stellinas like a sneak preview of Collie Shenanigans™ lmao. anyway im so excited and just Thanks V Much for posting so much weewa over the years because id been pondering what breed to get for my second dog (nothing seemed Adequate) then remembered that Hang On Stellina Exists What Are Those Stellina Dogs Like and after some googling and conversations with a few breeders turns out they are EXACTLY my kind of creechure. so yeah. thank youu

!! so exciting!! if you're comfortable sharing i'd love to see the baby once you get them, but regardless big congrats on your new addition! i (obviously) love collies, they're def not a perfect breed but i think they have amazing personalities and are just so fun to live with, i think a lot of people overlook how unique they are. im very flattered that stellina could help inspire you and we wish you the best of luck! may your days be filled with beady eyes and a long snout 😌

[eldritch-spouse]

*makes Breg sit down* ok listen, I love you, I love you so so much, but.... I was Originally sent to catch you for the facility.. but then I met you and started falling and I just cant hand you over! I'm sorry, I didnt want to scare you. You can be dangerous when scared and to be honest I was scared, scared that as soon as I came clean you would hate me. That you would do something worse than just kill me. I was scared youd leave me. *breaks down into sobbing*

[Hahahahah, you've met with a terrible fate.]

TW: Heavy angst.

Breg listens to you very calmly.

When you first sat him down at the table to discuss something serious, he had a number of things on his mind. Maybe you were going to mention you've been having too much sex, or perhaps he just didn't put the dishwasher in the proper settings again and ruined the cutlery. Or it could have been about him not wanting you to leave the house so often. He was a bit nervous, admittedly.

However, the more you began talking, the more you let slip, the more Breg shut down. Reality crashes upon the monster like a crushing weight, the breeder senses his heart and mind shatter together into a million shards that bleed to the kitchen floor. He feels like he's dying on the side of the road and you ran him over one last time, just to be sure. How dare you cry. How dare you look at him. How dare you speak. There's too much going through his head. Too many emotions bubbling with unparalleled intensity, too much fear and rage and hurt and confusion. It hurts it hurts it hurts so bad it hurts stop it it's enough- But he can't let himself feel that pain yet.

Now isn't the time.

Consumed by your own meltdown, you don't see the way he gulps and bares his teeth for a second. You don't see his hands fisting by his side. Breg takes a quiet, deep breath as he watches you cry. Memories of what the two of you have lived through together flash through his mind's eye while he struggles to remain composed and still his shaking.

" Hey... I- It's okay. " The breeder gets up, slowly approaching your sobbing form with a wobbly, sympathetic smile and outstretched arms. " Come here, angel. We'll be fine. " You look up at him through blurry red eyes.

" I promise. "

Relieved, smiling back, you toss yourself into his waiting arms, and Breg closes them, letting you spill crocodile tears onto his chest.

The breeder's hands rub cicles on your back sedatedly, edging upwards, one strokes your hair lovingly and the other combs over your upper back. You're mumbling something he doesn't care to hear. A long, comfortable pause unfolds.

Eventually, both pale extremities find your neck.

CRACK

Your windpipe shatters in his hands, it makes a disgusting but oddly satisfying crunch when the organic material dislocates and scrapes together. Breg doesn't take his tightened grip away until you've become entirely limp in his hold, sputtering out blood in gurgling wheezes. The pain paralyzes you, makes you pass out entirely. Breg isn't sure if that's enough, so he fists your hair and twists your head as far as he can, until several pops and cracks ring out.

The breeder holds you for a couple of silent, thoughtful moments, using the ticking of an old clock on the wall to ground himself.

Your corpse plummets to the floor when he turns, discarded like a mangled sheet of paper. Breg makes a move towards your phone, intending to find Fasma's contact in there, but thinks twice, leaving it as it is. Calmly, the monster grabs a towel, wets it, and uses the cloth to clean the blood off him.

Breg walks out the apartment, shutting the door behind him. He's not entirely sure where he's going anymore, but he keeps walking until his legs hurt, until he can feel his feet growing sore and weak.

The pain helps him keep his mind blank.

[great-and-small]

how do you feel about aquatic turtles as pets vs tortoises? i don't know anything about herp care but i like hearing about them, are novice owners more likely to meet the needs of species that isn't waterfaring? it feels like as soon as a tank with water gets involved the potential for neglect skyrockets

Such a good question and honestly one that I think about a lot. I think in general my opinion of chelonians (turtles and tortoises) in captivity is roughly equivalent to my opinion on reptiles in general being kept as pets. That is to say, a handful make great pets, many of them can be well cared for by a well-educated and experienced keeper, but the majority of species are not ideal as pets. Although I do feel some tortoises are a little easier to manage than aquatic turtles, they also present their own unique challenges that have to be considered. I also have some overlapping concerns regarding the keeping of both tortoises and turtles as pets.

For both turtles and tortoises I have three primary concerns.

Firstly, conservation of these animals has reached a critical state, and the pet trade absolutely contributes to this for many species. I am publishing research on a critically endangered species of tortoise and almost all of the videos about them on YouTube are “unboxing” videos by private keepers who acquired them to keep as pets. Ideally anyone seeking a turtle would ensure the animal was captive bred by an ethical breeder (ideally one that works with a biologist/herpetologist). Capturing a wild invasive turtle is another way to ethically procure a turtle, for example RES are considered extremely invasive in many places.

Second, you guessed it- the husbandry! Although many turtle species do really well in human care I personally wouldn’t call any of them a beginner species. The aquatic species need either a carefully managed 50-100 gallon (at least) indoor tank or an outdoor enclosure that will protect them from predators and prevent escape. That’s not even touching on their often complicated dietary needs. Smaller tortoises are probably a little less high maintenance when it comes to enclosure management but many do best in an outdoor environment, which cannot be provided in all climates. In my opinion the larger species like sulcatas and aldabras will need an enclosure roughly equivalent to what you would provide a couple of goats, and the goats are far less likely to tunnel their way out of the yard! Like many other reptile species, there is a lot of room for error in the care of turtles. The majority of health issues that we see in these guys in the veterinary field are related to issues with their husbandry. It requires a diligent keeper to keep them healthy.

My third concern with keeping these species as pets is their lifespan. Many, many species of tortoises that you can buy on a whim at a pet store have the potential to live more than a hundred years. That is an enormous commitment for anyone to make and it should not be taken lightly. You might not be thinking of it when buying an adorable tennis ball sized baby tortoise but who is going to take in and provide dedicated care for a 200lb adult tortoise in 50 years when you’ve died? Even the sliders can easily live to be 40 years old. It sounds morbid but I think anyone with a long lived species like this has the responsibility to make arrangements should their animal outlive them.

This doesn’t mean that I feel nobody should ever have aquatic turtles as pets. If I ever have the means I would love to have an outdoor turtle pond with captured invasives or non-releasable aquatic turtles! In my experience turtle owners adore their pets and work really hard to care for them, I just feel the husbandry needs are a bit more advanced than people anticipate. Some turtles can really thrive in the right hands, but they’re not a low maintenance animal and I sincerely wish they weren’t quite as ubiquitous as an easily accessible household pet.

[deusexmachinawitch]

“I Can’t Believe It Was The Law!” Story #01: Preventing a Pet’s Death + Giving it a Simp

This is the first story of my series of things I manifested that I consider to be LoAss manifestations even though I didn’t know it was LoAss but the circumstances really fit the criteria of a LoAss manifestation.

TW: Pet illness, Pet death & Animal abuse

Due to all my pets having unique names, I’ll rename them for the sake of the story to not be doxxed.

I used to have two male pets, which were Himbo and Emperor. Both got bonded and loved each other a lot, Himbo was bought from a famous breeder in my country and Emperor was adopted. Himbo met Emperor after winning a pet beauty pageant in an animal expo and there was an animal shelter that had this type of animal, Himbo immediately adored Emperor so I decided that I would neuter Himbo even if that meant not being in more competitions because Himbo’s happiness was important than anything. Emperor was really ill from being severely abused. Himbo’s pageant money went to his adoption and initial treatment. I guess that’s when my first manifestation related to this story happened. Emperor’s severe ailments suddenly got cured in 6 months, when the shelter warned me that Emperor could pass away in a year so I should get prepared for that and even offered me backups for Himbo in case Emperor passed away. Every day, I took care of Emperor, I kept telling him and Himbo how cute they were together, how they would spend their lives together and that Emperor would be better soon so he could join Himbo whenever he wanted to play since Himbo clearly adapted to Emperor’s pace because of how much he loved him. Emperor lived for 6 more years until cancer took him away, but he did recover from everything grave that he had, stopped taking medications and he could live a normal life despite the physical handicaps.

Himbo was never the same and even though I adopted one of his nieces, he passed away from complications of old age yet he was never the same after Emperor passed away. I got Himbo’s niece a playmate who was a girl too, but the niece shortly passed away because she missed Himbo too much and stopped eating. The remaining pet was Cotton, a cutie who resembled Emperor a lot and I just had to adopt her after listening from a meeting from the shelter (I still donated money to the shelter and went to meetings even after Emperor’s passing as a way to honor his memory) that she was following humans around like wanting to be taken home, not knowing she was abandoned. After listening to that and seeing how friendly she was with everyone but confused of why she kept switching homes.

After Cotton was the remaining pet, she suddenly felt very ill and was diagnosed with a liver abscess. The vet told me that removing the abscess was going to be very dangerous, that she should gain weight in case of surgery but also spend her possible last days pampering her. I didn’t want to accept that. Every single night, after her medicine route, I said to Cotton “I’m here Cotton and we will be together forever, you’ll be a granny but I’ll take care of you”, “you wished for me, so I will always be with you. I can’t wait for you to get the surgery. You’ll be so healthy and we can play again!”. I did that for two months until the surgery, the vet told me that I should be ready because the liver has a lot of blood vessels so… This was a complicated surgery and even if it was successful, Cotton would be left with possibly permanent issues that could leave her dependent on medication. I told Cotton that she would be alright and when she came back, we would find her a boyfriend that would simp over her (because Cotton got really attached to me because she missed Himbo’s niece, she really wanted a partner). Hours passed and suddenly the vet called me like 2 hours sooner than expected and my stomach sank.

But… A miracle happened. The vet told me that something weird happened, the abscess calcified and the liver pushed it away. The liver cured itself even and the abscess was really easy to remove. They ran tests and the liver was intact, good as new. Cotton was perfect and still is. She has become more playful and cuddly. The vet recorded what happened as well to use it for a small conference because it was a rare case as well.

As for a partner for Cotton, I kept saying how much I missed Himbo because Himbo was really special to me so I kept wishing Himbo was reborn. One day, the breeder called me to tell me that he had a baby pet who reminded him of Himbo, that baby was actually the son of Himbo’s niece’s brother, meaning it was Himbo’s grandson. The breeder felt compelled to tell me saying he had an epiphany where I had to have this baby and even offered him to me for cheap and free veterinary services for it for the first 3 months. So that’s how Prince came to my home, an exact copy of his grandpa… But a bigger simp than grandpa. Prince really fell head over heels for Cotton and they are the perfect couple to this day.

Prince has constant tummy issues but each time I affirm he’s going to be fine after a nap and he hasn’t had the severe tummy problems he had before I discovered the law anymore. So Cotton and Prince are happy, in love, both love me as well and love to cuddle with me even if they are beyond bonded and the only problems with them are the marital issues they have over who gets more treats after playtime.

Cotton’s miracle made me truly believe in magic, especially because I bought an aventurine and put it where she rests and said “as long this is here, it will protect you and you’ll always be healthy”. I got into witchcraft but looking back, the law bend to my will and the crystal is still there. It will still be there since I affirmed what it does so it’s done.

Thank you for reading the first story of this series! If you’re curious about Cotton and Prince because you like animals, I don’t mind sharing a picture of them in DMs! Also, I invite others to look back before they found the law and share their stories! I’ll read them if you link them to me and share them as well. So thank you again!

Remember, nothing is impossible and always affirm and persist!

[m-y-fandoms]

COMMISSION: Gundham Tanaka x Female Reader Part 2

Info: Island Mode, no despair. Takes place on Jabberwock Island. Genre is Fluff, oblivious crush to lovers, SFW, cute flirting. Reader uses she/her. Reader is the Ultimate Cardiologist, focused on medical stuff and knowledge of the heart!

Total fic length is 7K words split into 3 parts. Part 3 Part 1

Part 1

FREE TIME EVENT 2

Y/N was starting to get the hang of the whole “Island Life” thing. Surprisingly, getting to know her fellow classmates wasn’t the chore she thought it would be. Maybe here, she wasn’t such an outcast, because maybe, the entire class were a gaggle of outcasts. If one stops to think about it, a bunch of teens who were outstandingly exceptional in their field of choice must have faced hardships, like over-working, stress, bullying from envious peers growing up who wanted what they had, or simply peers who judged them for being a little too different in the amount of passion the had for their talent. One only has to look at Nagito Komaeda to see that Hope’s Peak Academy attendees weren’t normal. And maybe this is exactly where Y/N needed to be: with a bunch of people who didn’t fit into normal society because they were meant for more.

And each one of those special misfits had a talent room, a cabin decked out with the things they held dear. From top to bottom, each of them had what was basically a studio apartment handmade personally by Usami. Y/N had already been to the rooms of those closer to her. Mikan’s was of course full of medical equipment, a hospital cot, nursing books, x-ray scans, journals, first aid kit supplies and the like. Kazuichi had gears, oil, blueprints, car parts, scrap metal, and power tools. Y/N, who had been pleasantly surprised with her own room, asked to see Gundham’s as soon as the thought crossed her mind. She’d been spending the last few days with him, just shooting the breeze (as much as they both feared small talk) and now she wanted to see what Usami thought was the ideal environment for the Ultimate Breeder.

Reluctant about letting someone into his personal safe space, but assuring her that her heart witch spells wouldn’t work in his private domain anyhow, he accepted her request. What she saw there was pretty much what she expected. There were extravagant cages with elaborate tunnel systems, hamster food, veterinary magazines and textbooks, animal care guides, again first aid supplies (for much smaller patients then Mikan’s) and so on. He regaled her with tales of hell hounds, the likes of which would put Cerberus to shame, of near fatal clashes with rabid beasts, and she listened happily. Then, it was her turn to host him. Together, they switched over to her cabin so she could show him the sights, and he felt even more vulnerable then before. Something about him being the master of his own room was a sliver more comforting then being in the room of a strange girl. Sure they were friends, and he even began to have elevated feelings for her that he couldn’t explain, but still, all mortals were strange to him. He was a prisoner in this dimension, after all.

Sensing the unease of the boy before her, she attempted to drag him out of his stupor by starting up a conversation. Little did she know, she was the cause of his rigidness, not the atmosphere.

“So, get this,” she motions for him to sit on a chair next to her, also a bit nervous at his closeness, “I was actually sorta considering veterinary work once upon a time, because I do love animals and I like helping living things of all kinds, but I settled on human cardiology work. I think I just had a little more passion for cardiology specifically, although…” at this point, the Devas, also used to spending the days in her presence, were already crawling all over her and her stuff, curious about the new environment, “animals, unlike people, will always accept me. They never judge, and they never gossip behind my back or laugh at my shortcomings. They are totally innocent. That’s the main reason why I love them.” Gundham’s eyes widened at that. He’d never heard someone put it to words exactly how he felt quite like she did. He was sure tons of people felt this way, but he hadn’t met any of them. Animals were his friends when no one else was, because they didn’t care what he looked like or what happened in his past. Maybe she understood that?

“Noble beasts are far too powerful to let the trifles of this pathetic realm bother them. Anything that can talk will betray you.” He spoke the words like he’d said them a million times into a mirror. She nodded quickly in agreement.

“Well, I’ll never betray you.” She slipped out the words before she could stop herself. Almost in complete synchronicity, their faces began to warm up. Eye contact was impossible. Maybe they were a bit too alike in some ways. She cursed herself internally. Maybe that was too far. She was starting to form a little crush, and she refused to scare off her only true friend because of it. “I mean-”

“Silence, witch. I know what meaning lies behind your words…” he crossed his arms across his chest, trying desperately to stop the fluttering of his heart. In her domain, she could cast spells, it seemed. “I, overlord of this world, acknowledge you, and thank you for them…”

HOPE FRAGMENT 2 GAINED - END

[shawnmendesbuddy]

Day 11–Puppy Fever

A/N: Sorry it’s late

Y/N and Shawn had been together for two years now. They dated for one and had been married for the other. A few weeks after coming home from their honeymoon, Shawn had brought up an idea that made Y/N both excited and nervous. 

She had been cooking breakfast when he snuck his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder. His bare chest was pressed against her back.

“What if we got a dog,” he had asked.

“A dog?” She felt him nod against her shoulder. “I mean I’m not opposed to the idea of it, but you’re allergic honey.”

He hummed and pressed a kiss to her clothed shoulder. “I know, but I still think it would be fun. You know how much I love dogs. Please can we get one. When you’re not home and I am I would like some company to fill the void. I’m sure you would too.”

“Oh my hell Shawn. It’s like you have baby fever, but with dogs. So, I guess you have puppy fever. What has set this all off?”

“Well, when I got home from the studio yesterday and you were at the store, I just really missed you and wanted to cuddle. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a big dog to snuggle up next to when we miss the other person?”

“Aww, babe. I’m super flattered that you missed me that much. And I see your point. I guess we could find a hypoallergenic dog or something.”

“For real?!” Shawn looked like a little kid on Christmas. Y/N nodded. “I’ll start researching some dogs right now!” He sat down at one of the barstools and pulled out his phone. Y/N chuckled at her husband’s antics. 

*****

Not even five hours later, Y/N and Shawn were driving to a breeder whose golden retriever had just had puppies. All of them were sold, but one. Y/N had told Shawn that they were just going to look at them and not buy any of them. He had agreed but knew her mind would change the minute she saw them. 

And boy was he right. As soon as she laid eyes on the small golden retriever puppy, she fell in love. “He still hasn’t been bought yet, right?” Shawn questioned the breeder who was just trying to keep their cool over the fact that Shawn Mendes was in their house. 

“No. He’s the only one. The others are getting picked up by new owners today and tomorrow. Are you guys willing to buy him? He’s 1500 dollars.”

Shawn looked at Y/N with puppy eyes who sighed at him. “Let me hold the little pup and then I will decide.”

The breeder quickly grabbed the puppy from the kennel and placed him into Y/N’s arms. “You’re a cute little fellow, aren’t you? You’re adorable.” 

“We could name him Tarzan, Y/N think about it.”

“Fine, fine. Whatever, let’s just buy him.”

And so, they did buy him. And they took him to the store right after to buy food, a crate, and other essentials they would need. 

*****

Now almost a year later, Tarzan was nine months old. He was as adorable and floppy as ever. He had grown quickly much to Y/N and Shawn’s dismay, but they still called him a puppy. Shawn decided to start taking allergy medication when his eyes got itchy, and he started sneezing. 

“Told you this would happen,” Y/N had told him playfully one morning as they lay in bed, Tarzan at their feet. 

Shawn rubbed his eyes and sneezed. “It’s okay. Tarzan is totally worth it.” 

One day Shawn had come home from the studio with a big smile on his face and a bag from Petco. “What did you do babe?” Y/N had questioned him. 

“You’ll thank me in a minute, trust me.” He turned away from her and went to go find Tarzan who was laying on his dog bed in the living room. “Hey buddy. Want to go for a walk?” Tarzan’s head lifted. “Yea buddy. Well first we got to put this on.” Shawn held up a dog sweater. He attempted to put Tarzan’s large legs through the wholes of the sweater and pull the hood up over his head. 

“Dear, are you harassing the poor dog?” Y/N walked out from the kitchen and into the family room. 

“He’s going to look so cute! Just imagine taking family Christmas photos with him. He needs to wear this for the front cover of our Christmas cards.” 

“Ok, he definitely does look cute, but he also looks annoyed. Look at that face that he’s making.” Tarzan was staring up at the two from underneath his eyelids. He looked unamused. 

“I’m sorry Tarzan, but this is what you get for peeing in the house all those times.” Shawn bent down to kiss him on the head and started sneezing. “And that is what you get for making fun of him,” Y/N laughed and went back into the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with allergy medicine. “Poor dog. Your dad harasses you too much. You’re probably hot with that sweater on and your fur coat.”

“But Y/N, it’s cold outside. I just want to protect our child and make sure he’s going to stay warm.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her husband. “He’s a dog. He’ll be hot with that sweater on even when you go outside. But I do agree that he looks cute in it. Otherwise, I would’ve made you throw it away.”

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“Sure, what do you think babe.”

“Well, I was just thinking that maybe we could have a baby next. Don’t you think it would be so cute if it had your face and your eyes. Of course, I would want us to have a boy first so he could protect his sister that will come next. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. What do you think about that?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “A kid?! First you had puppy fever and now you have baby fever! I’ll have to think about it. And there’s no way you’re getting me to do this on a whim like you did when we bought Tarzan.”

“You sure about that,” Shawn asked, raising his eyebrows and sending her a mischievous smile.

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[amber-tortoiseshell]

I love your blog so much! Thanks for all the explanation! I only knew of orange and diluted, and thought it was a lot to know. Happy to see I was wrong! How did you learn all that?

Oh, thank you 💚 i'm so happy that there are people interested in, well, me talking about cats 😹

How did i learn?

Short answer: I read a lot. Messybeast.com is your friend.

Long answer: It started when I was a little child, and my littlechild-interest was big cats. We had a book, you know the kind, big, hard cover, with shiny colorful pictures, and text easy enough for children. It had the description of circa twenty wild felines in it: where they lived, what they ate, how they hunted, behaved, mated and brought up their offspring. I knew that book from heart.

Then i grew up a little and for a time i wasn't that keen of cats - i always liked them, but they weren't the animal(tm) then. I don't even know when i bounced back, there were a lot of different factors: i always liked genetics, and my friend has rabbits, so when the rabbits had kits, i read about their genetics and tried to figure out them. Cats came after rabbits soon; there are lots of more easily accessible sources on cat genetics than on almost any other animal. I found the blog of a cat breeder, too, and the webpage with a numerous but managable database of litters, where i could see the genes in action. I don't know, one thing brought the other as i dived into the topic. And in the end i even sought out scientific articles about the newest foundings.

Sorry, i feel like i'm just rambling about myself. So anyway yeah, I read a lot on the internet.

[foreverandadaydarling]

True to his word, John soon began breeding and raising white-faced Hereford cattle. Viewing it as no mere hobby, John considered the cattle farm to be a profitable investment and took true pride in learning the ins and outs of raising prize bulls. "For a guy who made his living banging away at drum skins, I was amazed at the affection Bonzo showed for the cattle," Richard Cole later claimed. "It's different from playing music, of course,' he told me, "but I feel some of the same sense of accomplishment with what I've done with these bulls." Surprising everyone, John was very serious about the care of his pedigree bulls, even hiring a professional breeder named Brian Treble, a young man from Lincolnshire, to take up residence in one of Old Hyde's renovated cottages with his wife, Lin. As a live-in manager, Treble would keep watch of John's functioning farm and see to it that his prized Rushock herd of pedigree Hereford cattle were always maintained for competition. Not long after, Zeppelin was booked on a commercial flight with Rolling Stones bassist Bill Wyman and his girlfriend, Astrid. During the flight, John couldn't stop bragging to the group about his Hereford bulls, which had just garnered a number of top prizes at a national competition. "I love those bulls, just getting up in the morning and seeing them," John told Wyman and Astrid, much to the amusement of Richard Cole. "John [was] beaming with pride like a father talking about his children. On the plane, he was wearing overalls and a wide-brimmed hat that any farmer could have put to use as a daytime shield from the sun." Bringing his prideful diatribe on the bulls to a conclusion, John excused himself to the men's room. Wyman's girlfriend leaned across the aisle to Cole. "Why did you guys bring that farmer with you?" she innocently asked. "Does he work on one of the boys' estates?"

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