#professor pomeranian

[shysheeperz]

[saytrrose]

Hi rambling about my human au

Pomni - Penny (Accountant)

Ragatha - Agatha (Midwife/Prenatal Nurse)

Jax - Jackson (Part-time student at the college that Kinger works at, but ofc this man is def not an entomology major so he’s not his direct student. Part time job at a gas station)

Gangle - Gwendolyn (Self employed artist/etsy shop)

Zooble - Zoe (Part time college student where Kinger works and Jax attends. Part time because they have a job as tattoo artist on the side.)

Kinger - Kristoff (He’s a college entomology professor.)

Caine - Cain (Head of the Apartment Complex. Yeah his name doesn’t really change much)

Bubble - Bubble (Stays the same but is a dog. Hes a Pomeranian, Has a talking collar and is a menace and runs around Cains main office area. His talking collar is one of C&As first successful technological advanced devices.)

Kaufmo/Queenie/Etc - Kaufman, Qiyara (The abstracted are simply residents that have moved out of the residence and gone elsewhere. Cough cough DIVORCEE Kinger.)

[strwbnnie]

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 3k

c/w: 18+ MDNI

mentions of fingering, blowjobs, rough fucking, kitchen sex, stand and carry position lol, roommates, college au, fwb, you being a brat, katsuki falls in love at first sight lol,

chile this is all over the place but my beta told me to post it 😭 it’s kinda just a bunch of blurbs about you and bakubabe becoming roommates

❀

So, the story was he’d been kicked out of campus housing for blowing a hole through the gym wall and attacking Deku.

In actuality, it was him who’d been blown through the wall while sparring with the shitty loser, Deku still unable to fully control his given quirk.

It almost cost him his scholarship but after Deku begged and professors Toshinori and Aizawa pulled some strings—he’d only been reprimanded and removed from the on-campus housing in fear that he’d cause an insane amount of damage again in the future.

He found the ad on Reddit—$500 a month for rent and the only utilities were electricity and cable/internet, which would probably be split between him and the other tenant. Amenities included a full kitchen, washer and dryer and a full bathroom. The only requirement was that he was in attendance at U.A University, which he was, and a payment of first & last rent.

Of course he was going to jump on it, he was desperate and it was affordable. He even emailed the person who posted the ad, asking to meet as soon as tomorrow.

He paid the landlord with no questions asked, even after the unsightly security deposit was tacked on after running a background check.

He scratched his name onto every highlighted section, agreeing to live with a stranger for the next two and a half years.

***

Now, he did not expect said stranger to be so damn cute.

Cute chubby cheeks, full pouty lips and your curly hair was in a big poof on the top of your head like a bunny’s tail. You had to be at least a foot shorter than him, a tiny plump little thing you were. So damn adorable.

Well now he was absolutely sure he’d made the right decision. Who knows what some creep would do to a cutie like you if they had gotten the room before he did.

You greeted him with a hello and a smile. He responded with only a grunt as he lugged two duffel bags and a roller suitcase into the doorway.

He dropped them with a loud thud, turning to look at you.

“You my new roommate?” He asked, looking you up and down. Your attire was distracting—a small white shirt with your nipples peeking through the thin fabric and don’t even get him started on the way he could see your fat pussy print through your pink shorts.

“A hi, hey or hello would be nice.” You sassed, sipping from a pink drink. “I didn’t sleep with you last night.”

Looks like his bunny had a tongue like a scorpion’s tail.

“Hello.” He smirked, pleasantly annoyed at how your lips curled into a smile at the greeting. Almost like you wanted to bitch him.

“That’s better. Your room is the one on the left.”

“Gotcha, anything else?” He tried to focus his eyes on anything but your pretty face.

“Please don’t forget to put the toilet seat down, clean up after yourself and your company and lastly I’m not stingy with food, so what’s mine is yours, just please don’t be an asshole. If there’s not much of something please ask before you take it.” Your rules were simple enough right? Basic roommate etiquette.

“Ya think I don’t have any goddamn home training?!” Bakugo snapped, gritting his teeth.

You laughed at the angry blonde, he reminded you of an angry Pomeranian and it was actually quite cute.

He was relieved when you giggled at him. Some people took his snappy attitude way too serious, it was honestly annoying as hell.

You really didn’t mind the way Bakugo talked. You were probably just as bad, only difference was your mouth was slick as hell and he was just mean and loud.

“Do you cook?”

Your face lit up. “Yes! I love to cook.” Your smile was enchanting to him, almost made him want to give you one in return.

He shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out an envelope. It was some extra cash, probably like a hundred bucks or so, since he had to draw extra money from the atm because the money order amount was only enough to cover rent and not the security deposit.

“Good. Use it for groceries or whatever. We can go together or…I’ll make a list.” His mouth and heart working against his brain. Words tumbling out before he could even think.

“Oh..uh, we can go together, since I don’t have a car.” You didn’t expect him to be so forward or so generous,

The blonde’s heart clenched at the thought of you being his pretty passenger princess. Maybe this roommate thing wouldn’t be too bad.

***

You and Bakugo as roommates definitely took some getting used to, since you’d occupied the unit alone for such a long time.

For instance, your weekday routine was set in stone, so like usual, by the time you entered the doorway you were already stripping . You left your black crocs at the door, stepping out of your scrub bottoms, pulling the top over your head the same time.

“Shit.” You sighed out, unhooking the bra you had on, breasts finally free as they fell out of the cups with a small bounce, rubbing the spot where the underwire kept digging into your skin.

Finally opening your eyes, you were met crimson and there he was, leaned against the wall, eyes glued to you like a lion hunting a doe.

You let out a shriek, using your clothes to cover your body the best way you could, shielding yourself from further embarrassment.

“Forget about me already, dumbass?”

Glaring at the blonde you scurried past him, seething at the shit eating grin on his face.

“You saw nothing.” You gritted out before running the rest of the way to your room.

But, as soon as you were gone the facade dropped and he ran his hands down his face, seemingly more flustered than you were. He’d never seen a woman naked before, outside of porn of course, and it just had to be you.

He hoped he hadn’t upset you, the look of terror on your face was just too fucking cute not to laugh at.

“Fuckkkk.” He whispered out, having popped a hard on in seconds.

Even Bakugo couldn’t deny how sexy you were. A pretty face and an even prettier body. You had a nice fuckin rack too, he was definitely an ass guy at heart but there was nothing wrong with appreciating a nice pair of tits every now and then. You were probably a double D cup since they had a natural lowness to them, he just knew they’d be nice and heavy in his large hands. To top it off you had big areolas and cute little inverted nipples that he’d love to coax out of hiding.

He didn’t know what he liked more— the sight of your juicy, thick ass bent over in a pink thong as you gathered your clothing off the floor or your pretty ass titties and how they bounced with almost every move you made.

The blonde trudged to his room, dick insanely hard and rubbing against his thigh.

Closing his bedroom door, he sat on his bed palming his dick through his sweat shorts. Taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed his thumb around the fat mushroom tip, shuddering at the sensitivity. He pumped his thick cock nice and slow, envisioning your beautiful body now that he could go off of more than just the illusion your tight clothes gave.

“Damn..” That was all it took for Bakugo to feel himself fall over the edge, thick ropes of cum painting his chest and belly as his body shook and his pants turned into slow ragged breaths.

Grabbing a couple tissues from the nightstand beside his bed, he wiped his stomach, chest and the tip of his dick before tossing them into the wastebasket.

Less than satisfied, he shoved his still somewhat hard dick back into his pants

Beating off to his roommate was not how he’d planned spending his first week in his new home.

***

Bakugo sat at the kitchen trying to take notes but he couldn’t even fucking focus. You were always on his mind, invading his thoughts every chance you got.

He wasn’t sure if he liked you, maybe it was lust, either way it was a fucking nuisance.

As more and more time passed, seven whole months to be exact, the two of you began to get very comfortable with each other.

Well, as comfortable as two hornballs could get without going all the way. Neither of you had ever brought anyone back to the apartment so it was assumed that the both of you were single. That was perfect because you two really enjoyed each other’s company, experimenting with things that were fun and worked well for your friendship.

Like studying together in the kitchen, sometimes Bakugo would take the initiative to create flash cards and test you.

Or the movie nights on the couch that occasionally ended with you in his lap, legs spread with two of his thick fingers deep in your creamy pussy.

And even the late night snack runs where you’d most likely end up with a mouthful of his cock in an almost empty Target parking lot.

He’d come to find out you were incredibly clingy too. If your classes happened to end before his, you’d nap in his bed until he returned, loving the scent of burnt sugar that stuck to his sheets and pillows. You loved his scent, since it was calming and reminded you of holiday sweets. Plus, you couldn’t fit his clothes so this was the next best thing.

He heard you softly enter the apartment, watching you stripping down at the door like you usually did until you were in a white, cropped tank and your underwear.

He also noticed you loved to walk around in nothing but tiny shirts and your panties. You’d been doing it a lot more lately since the weather was transitioning into those hotter months and you honestly reminded him of that silly little bear that loved honey.

“Hey.” He greeted first, something he began doing around the third month of living together.

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong.”

Something had upset you, he could hear it in your voice. He knew you like the back of his hand and you hated it.

“Nothing.” You kept your replies short but that didn’t keep him from pestering you. You weren’t upset with him, just annoyed at your dumb parents. You’d gone to see them, you hadn’t seen them in a while and you kinda hoped that they’d start giving you your full allowance again.

Instead they berated you, bringing up trivial things such as your weight and even the way you dressed. It was draining, they were draining, and you just wanted to be left alone right now.

“Fuck is your problem?”

Of course your roommate couldn’t take a hint, too stubborn and caring to just let you walk away upset.

Of course you wanted to tell him how you were feeling, but you hated the vulnerability that came with expressing your feelings. Plus, knowing Katsuki, he’d probably just yell at you and call you a dumbass for even caring about their opinions.

“I don’t have a problem Katsuki.” You rolled your eyes, more than annoyed at his tone. “It’s just school stuff, damn. Just leave it the fuck alone!” Was he really dumb enough to think talking to you like that would help?

“Excuse me.” You tried to slide past him, since he currently towered over you waiting for an explanation.

“Y’er not excused.” He pulled you back.

You yelped in surprise as you were shoved against the island, staring into his fiery eyes as he wrapped one of his large hands around your neck.

“Gonna talk to me?” He asked, staring down at you with those daunting crimson eyes. “Fuck off.” You rolled your eyes, pushing at his chest. Of course he didn’t budge, the 6’3 mammoth continued to peer down at you, brows furrowed.

His other hand trailed down, running two fingers up and down your cunt, catching some of the slick that had already began to pool there.

“Already soaking wet,” He shook his head. “Dumb lil’ slut.”

He spun you around just as quickly as he’d pulled you back, bending you over the island and pulling your thong aside.

Bakugo slapped his heated palm against your ass, the pleasant sting forcing a moan from your parted lips.

You heard the jingling metal of his belt buckle coming undone and your eyes widened.

“Katsuki, what-.”

“S’okay, I know exactly what you need babe.” He reasoned, pulling his underwear down and pressing his hard cock between your thighs.

The way you tooted your ass up didn’t go unnoticed either, attitude seeming to have melted away at the thought of getting your pussy pounded. The blonde smirked, shaking his head again.

His thick cock bullied its way into your virgin cunt, your already slick walls making it just that easy for him to slide right in like he belonged there. The squelch of your pussy was loud as he drilled in and out of you, showing you no mercy.

He reached his arms around, slipping his hands under your tank top to tweak your nipples and squeeze your heavy tits in his big hands.

“Mmmm..fuck Katsuki.” You moaned from the pleasure, loving the way he pinched and squeezed your sensitive nipples. He moved lower, spreading his warm palms all over your soft skin, stopping only to grab at the fat of your tummy.

You stood on your tippy toes, making you just tall enough to take his cock comfortably. The harsh slaps of his hips slamming into your ass, his grunts and your moans echoed in the small kitchen as he fucked you, gradually picking up pace.

He’d actually had a decent day, the academy usually kicked his ass on Fridays, and he wasn’t about to let your gross attitude fuck that up.

“This what you wanted, right?” He pounded your pretty little cunt, drawing out the most adorable little sounds from you.

He felt so good inside of you, like his dick was made for your pussy. Stuffing you full of his cock while he sent harsh slaps to your ass, brows pushed into a deep frown.

“Right?” He snarled, emphasizing his question with a particularly hard thrust, pressing his chest against your back and grabbing your jaw, twisting your neck so hard you thought he wanted to snap it.

You let out a strained moan as he stared at you with those darkened eyes, hips never faltering as he waited for an answer.

“Uh-Uhhuh.” Was all you could muster, Katsuki smirking at the way your eyes crossed and your jaw went slack in his hand.

“Yeah? Wanted me to fuck that nasty lil’ attitude right outta ya huh?” He placed a kiss on your lips, biting your plump bottom lip before he retreated back.

You nodded, vision clouded with specs of white as his thumb played with your asshole and his cock stroked that sweet spot in your cunt over and over.

“Katsuki.” You sighed out his name. “F-feels s’good baby.”

“I know,” He cooed, voice like caramel as he fucked into you, now at a slower pace. “Can’t have those shitty clinical’s stressing my pretty Princess out. How ‘bout you quit, be my lil cumrag instead?”

“Mhm, I will.”

It was like a switch had flipped and his sweet voice clouded your brain, making you forget all common sense. Right now you’d agree to just about anything right now as long as it kept his cock in you.

Bakugo on the other hand, a virgin less than five minutes ago, wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up. Especially with his cock now very acquainted with your tight, wet, warm pussy and wanted nothing more than to plant his seed deep inside you.

He unsheathed himself from your pussy, the cool air making him hiss as he spun you around.

He raked his eyes over you, taking in your fucked-out appearance. Tank top ill fitting and stretched out from all his pulling, slight bruising on your neck from when he held you there, your tear stained face was icing on the cake, and he absolutely loved it. A layer of sheen covered you, baby hairs now messily slick to your forehead , lips swollen and red from your biting.

He had so much fucking energy, must be the effects of your quirk. Yeah, it had to be the effects of your shitty quirk, even pre-workout never got him this energetic and all this stimulation at once felt so damn good. His heart pumped fast like it wanted to explode, blood flowed through his veins a mile a minute making his dick rock hard. Bakugo felt like he could fuck you for hours, but he knew his inexperienced cock wouldn’t allow it this time.

He lifted you as if you weighed nothing, locking his arms behind your knees and placing his hands on your fat, juicy ass. His wide palms dug into your doughy ass and thighs, giving you a nice hard slap every now and then.

Easing you down slowly, he splits you open on his cock again, feeding you dick inch by meaty inch until you’re filled to the brim once again.

The brawny brute handled your weight like the champ he was, lifting you with ease and it made your pussy so fucking wet. He bounced you on his cock loving your hot breath on his ear as you moaned and panted like a bitch in heat.

You couldn’t help it, as you were too deep in the throes of pleasure as his slightly curved cock kissed your g-spot with every single thrust.

“Mmmm Kats…g’nna cum.” Your sweet velvety voice spoke the lovely sentence he’d been waiting on all evening. You clenched and unclenched as he quickened his pace a bit, fucking you and himself to climax, cock slamming into your cervix so deliciously hard it knocked the wind out of you.

“Fuuckkk.” You held onto him for dear life, lips pressed against his as you made a mess on him, coating his cock in your cream. Burying your face in his shoulder, you cried out as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“That’s it…”

His thrusts grew sloppy and fast as he threw his head back. It felt so good, so good he almost contemplated filling you up.

But he pulled out, spurting out those warm ropes on your belly, some flying God knows where.

Before sitting you down on the cool granite countertop he slid a heated palm across the surface, warming up your seat. He grabbed a couple napkins to clean you up, watching as you leaned back on your arms, still sporting that blissful fucked-out expression on your pretty face.

“Now, stop acting like a spoiled fuckin’ brat and tell me what happened.”

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closing a/n: I hope y’all enjoyed it 😭 I’m still feeling iffy tbh 🫤 feeling like I wrote him too soft, ya know

[animedogoftheday]

Today's anime dog of the day is:

Professor Pomeranian from Service Wars (2023)

[fyeahghosttrick]

Ghost Swap 10: closing ceremonies, happy rerelease day, and what comes next

Ghost Trick is out! On Steam, Switch, everywhere! Ghost!!! Tricks!!! Please play Ghost Trick. Let’s party! These are the SIXTY-SEVEN works that were created for the Ghost Swap exchange / the anniversary celebrations last week, in our biggest edition by a landslide. What a triumph:

@ace-cyclic​ for @catgirl-frostmoon: So You Had a Bad Day (fic, Sith, Sith’s robot, Yonoa crew)

@arbuthnotblob​ for @gippley-png: Chapter 15 Cabanela angst (art, Cabanela)

@azurefishnets​ for @dieanywhereelseart​: Without Form and Void (fic, Jowd, Missile, Sissel)

@azurefishnets for @arbuthnotblob: FFVI crossover, Personal Demons (fic, Cabanela, Sissel)

@azurefishnets for @laughingmango: Maelstrom (fic, Alma, Jowd, Cabanela, Sissel)

@azurefishnets for @siverwrites: Testing the Waters (fic, Jowd, Cabanela, Alma, Kamila)

@azurefishnets, @laughingmango and @siverwrites: Celestial Miracle: Angelic Investigator (illustrated fic, Kamila, Amelie, Emma, Cabanela, Jowd, Lynne, Yomiel)

@bunnybead123 for @pichumaster: Time in a Bottle (fic, Yomiel, Sissel, Sissel - Yomiel’s wife, Lynne, Jowd, Cabanela)

@catgirl-frostmoon​ for @katecattus: Memories Come in on Little Cat Feet (fic, Sissel & Yomiel)

@clay-cuttlefish​ for @ace-cyclic: Lynnvestigation (interactive fic, Lynne, Sissel)

@crushcircuit​ with @mrkanman for @marenwithanm: Jowd holding Sissel (art, Jowd, Sissel)

@dapskie​ for @yunaffie: Sissel and Missile being cute together (art, Sissel, Missile)

@darknessconsumesmeslowly​ for @clay-cuttlefish: The Darkness Within (fic, Yomiel)

@dinner-rol​ for @starsofcarnephel: Bailey and partner living together (art, Bailey, Bailey’s partner)

@dreamdancerdotfile​ for @moodlemcdoodle: Ghost Trick/Ace Attorney/Professor Layton crossover (art, Sissel, Professor Layton, Phoenix Wright)

@epiceisaloser​ for @rookiebotwx78: Sissel trying to be impulse control for Lynne (art, Sissel, Lynne)

@gavinnersroadie​ for @space-biscuit: AA crossover Lynne and Ema snacking (art, Lynne, Ema)

@gippley-png​ for @serrangelic-art: Multiple prompts, mob psycho crossover (art, Yomiel, Jowd, Cabanela, Alma, Sissel)

@graegrape​ for @siverwrites: Odd gift giving Ot3 fluff (art, Alma, Jowd, Cabanela)

@guccisystem​ for @dinner-rol: Kamila and Amelie pro-gaming (art, Kamila, Amelie, Missile, Sissel)

@gxos​ for @guccisystem: Yomiel and Sissel caught in the rain (art, Yomiel, Sissel)

@katecattus​ for @darknessconsumesmeslowly: Question (fic, Yomiel, Sissel, Sissel - Yomiel’s wife, Lynne, Cabanela, Jowd)

@katecattus​ for @epiceisaloser: Sissel as tarot cards (art, Sissel)

@katecattus for @methemystery: Hair down Yomiel (art, Yomiel)

@katecattus for @okiroash: Touch (fic, Yomiel, Sissel, Sissel - Yomiel’s wife)

@katecattus for @phantriicks: Flower Yomiel (art, Yomiel)

@kiaroou​ for @octopeachy: A day at the garden (art, Amelie, Kamila, Memry)

@laughingmango​ for @playghosttrick: Disco Elysium crossover, majestic cockatoos (art, Cabanela, Harry du Bois)

@laughingmango for @arbuthnotblob: FFVI Crossover, Princess Kamila & Feral Pomeranian (art, Kamila, Missile)

@laughingmango for @azurefishnets: New timeline Jowd and Pigeon Man (art, Jowd, Pigeon Man)

@laughingmango for @dapskie: Cabanela & Jowd role swap (art, Jowd, Cabanela)

@laughingmango for @raygirlramblings: A most ignominious dog theft (art, Lynne, Memry, Missile)

@laughingmango for @siverwrites: Undercover Jowd (art, Cabanela, Jowd)

@laughingmango for @yunaffie: Some hurt/comfort (art, Jowd, Cabanela)

@laughingmango for domestic Alma/Jowd/Cabanela lovers: What it says on the tin (art, Alma, Jowd, Cabanela)

@laughingmango​ for @clay-cuttlefish​: Another ghost that night (art, Untitled Goose Game crossover)

@marenwithanm​ for @soup-for-ghosts: Bittersweet, long-awaited reunion (art, Yomiel, Sissel)

@moodlemcdoodle​ for @ravensa: Cute pet outfits (art, Sissel, Missile)

@nebulacloudz​ for @azurefishnets: OT3 arcade winnings (art, Alma, Jowd, Cabanela)

@phantriicks​ for @dreamdancerdotfile: The most fashionable duo (art, Cabanela, Missile)

@playghosttrick​ for @arbuthnotblob: Game Night with a Ghost! (fic, Yomiel, Jowd, Alma, Cabanela, Lynne, Kamila, Sissel)

@pichumaster​ for @gxos: Yomiel as hanged Tarot card (art, Yomiel)

@puzzling-angel for @epiceisaloser: Yomiel and Kamila being witches/wizards with familiars (Yomiel, Kamila, Sissel, Missile)

@octopeachy​ for @yami-yomiel: Happy anniversary (art, Yomiel)

@okiroash​ for @wyrmswears: Sissel makes a not-so-convincing human (art, Sissel, Lynne)

@okiroash​ for @serrangelic-art: Human-sona Sissel and comic (art, Sissel, Jowd, Cabanela)

@ravensa​ for @emeraldfox11: Ghost Trick Disco Elysium crossover (art, Cabanela, Harry du Bois)

@raygirlramblings​ for @dapskie: Peace, Love, and Pigeons! (art, Rock Jailbird, Lovey-Dove, pigeons)

@raygirlramblings for @okiroash: Rube Goldberg gift giving machine (art, Kamila, Yomiel, Sissel)

@serrangelic-art​ for @phantriicks: Sissel comforting Yomiel (art, Sissel, Yomiel)

@shibasquish​ for @tankens: bothering Jowd after hours (art, Cabanela, Jowd)

@siverwrites​ for @graegrape: Splintering (fic, Lynne, Cabanela, Kamila)

@siverwrites for @catgirl-frostmoon: Breath of Fresh Air (fic, Lynne, Kamila, Missile)

@siverwrites for @emeraldfox11: The Reticence of Mangoes and Cheesecake: The Guide to Not Getting Answers (fic, Cabanela)

@siverwrites for @yunaffie: An evening’s celebration (fic, Alma, Jowd, Kamila, Cabanela, Lynne, Missile, Sissel)

@s00r00me for Ghost Trick anniversary: Ghostly Yomiel (art, Yomiel)

@soup-for-ghosts​ for @gavinnersroadie: FianSissel destroying Yomiel at card games (art, FianSissel, Yomiel)

@space-biscuit​ for @kiaroou: AA crossover, Maya makes a friend (art, Maya, Sissel)

@starsofcarnephel​ for @alto-tenure: Sissel comforting Yomiel (art, Sissel, Yomiel)

@tankens​ for @shibasquish: Jowd relaxing with Cabanela (art, Cabanela, Jowd)

@theriveroflight​ for @darknessconsumesmeslowly: The Case of the Missing Allen Wrench (fic, Sissel, Missile, Kamila, Jowd, Alma, Lynne, Cabanela)

@theriveroflight for @laughingmango: hoping for a last-minute miracle (fic, Cabanela, Jowd, Lynne, Sissel, Pigeon Man, Amelie, Kamila, Yomiel)

@theriveroflight for @okiroash:A Chance Encounter (fic, Jowd, Cabanela, Yomiel, Sissel)

@wyrmswears​ for @raygirlramblings: Sissel, Missile and Lovey-Dove cuteness (art, Sissel, Missile, Lovey-Dove)

@yami-yomiel​ for @bunnybead123: Sissel being a good kitty doing something silly (art, Sissel, Yomiel)

@yunaffie​ for @puzzling-angel: The Good Old Days (fic, Sissel, Yomiel)

@yunaffie for @okiroash: To Feel You At Last (fic, Sissel, Yomiel, Jowd)

A big big thank you to all participants! It’s thrilling and moving to see so much love and energy poured into this edition. As planned, this has been the last edition of Ghost Swap as an exchange. 9 years and 10 editions (pulling double duty to shift to June on the 10th anniversary)! It’s been an honor, folks. Truly. From now on, the event will run as a simpler fan fest: participants will send in their prompts and freely pick at least one that they like. Guaranteed to work on a prompt you love, not guaranteed to get a gift, but if more than just your gift in the list here felt like a present for you in the overall festive spirit, that’ll for sure still apply. But more on that next year! For now: ghost’d. tricks. you know how it goes. Nothing like it, baby!

[averagemadnessenjoyer]

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/fivepointsgames/a-monsters-tail-a-monster-catching-tabletop-rpg

Hey you! Yes, you! Do you like TTRPGs? Monsters? TTRPGs where you catch monsters and have them fight with the power of friendship? If you said yes to any of these questions then A Monster's Tail might be the game for you!

A Monster's Tail is primarily inspired by the Pokemon franchise, but is also inspired by games such as Digimon, Dragon Quest Monsters, and Jade Cocoon.

This game comes with an entire region to explore with your friends and over 60 Genmon (the name for the monsters you will encounter) to battle, catch, and befriend! And potentially more if certain stretch goals are reached!

The classes/jobs of A Monster's Tail are called Journeys. Journeys do more than decide your stats and abilities as a trainer. They also decide your character's goals and aspirations!

Journey as The Champion to be the very best like no one ever was, to catch them is your test, to train them is your cause. A classic I'm sure you're all familiar with.

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If all this isn't enough to convince you, here's one last thing...

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*mic drop for real this time*

[limpfisted]

the appeal of barcus wroot to me is i would like to own a condo in a university town with an academic professor in his mid to late 40s, and i would like to own pomeranians with him, and i wouod like to go to a cafe with him, and drink coffee i pretend to like, even tho i would rather just have starbucks, while he rants to me about the history of climate change current events n corporate engineering, n also BARBARA, that BITCH barbara, who is probably homophobic. we have been engaged eight years and may never be wed, ij this universe i am also a bald gay man with glasses but he is at last six inches shorter than me, n i teach english n philosophy n gender studies, n he loves the home made cashew n sundried tomatoe angel hair pasta i make for him.

[lotzzoforangezoutside]

30-Fic Rec Challenge

I did this last year.

Here’s my list for 30 recommended X-Files fanfic. I’ll try to not repeat on the authors. 

and they are, of course, all MSR.

1. Currently reading: Genius by Kipler. Summary: The story of a young girl who disappears and returns smarter than she was before.

2. A short fic you like: the truth or a Pomeranian by seek_its_opposite (@seek-its-opposite​) Summary: It occurs to them both too late that nice suburban couples don’t have dogs named after Melville characters.

3. A novel-length fic you like: Puppets by Madeleine Partous Summary: None provided by the author.

4. An AU fic that you like: By the Dim and Flaring Lamps by sunflowerseedsandscience  ( @sunflowerseedsandscience) Summary: Captain Fox Mulder, the abolitionist son of a Virginia plantation owner and slaveholder, has turned his back on his family and everything he's ever known in order to fight for the Union, rather than joining the ranks of the Confederacy alongside his fellow Virginians. He runs off to Pennsylvania to join a newly-formed regiment in the spring of 1863, and there, he meets and quickly befriends the enigmatic young Daniel Scully, a private under his command. Private Scully's steady shooting and bravery in battle have proven him to be a far more capable soldier than his age would suggest. But in the days immediately following Gettysburg, Mulder discovers that Private Scully is hiding a secret, one that could change their friendship- and Mulder's entire life- in ways he couldn't possibly imagine.              

5. A fic you like that has a person’s name in the title: The Divine Professor M. by Flynn Summary: "They exist as separate individuals .... but they aren't truly complete until they're together."

6. A fic that made you feel nostalgic: Energy and Light by Oracle Summary: our girls have vanished, each one on a different night. Each one by the light of a full moon. Is it just a coincidence? 

7. A fic that made you cried: 7 Days in May by prufrock's love Summary: It might be the end of the world. Fox Mulder had a psychic vampire on the loose, a six-year-old son in tow, a ton of emotional baggage, and an FBI budget, but at least he wasn't dead. Mulder felt things were looking up - romantically and apocalyptically.

8. A fic you like that’s written by an author that’s passed away: Past is Prologue by Brandon D. Ray Summary: An encounter with two strangers changes Dana Scully's life forever. Pre-XF.

9. A fic you like that has a title of less than three words: Ghosts by Anjou Summary: An early December 2002 tale, originally supposed to be a drabble, totally spun out of control. A post-series 'what if' where Mulder was irrevocably altered, replicants were the new reality, and the clock was ticking down to 2012.

10.A post-episode fic you like: A Less Certain World by Sarah Segretti Summary: A fragile and frightened Mulder, traumatized by the events of "Biogenesis," turns to an unexpected source for help.

11.A fic that you wish to be televise: The Boy on the Beach by cecily_sass ( (@cecilysass) Summary: One moment she was sitting in the chair. Her chin up, her expression ice. And the next moment she was gone.No one had to tell Mulder something had gone wrong. No one had to tell him the difference between having Scully and lacking Scully. In that distinction he was expert.

12.A cute fic: Home, home by onpaperfirst Summary: post-the truth, pre-iwtb, weirdo domesticitywhere seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day

13.A fic that made your heart raced: Miracle by Tesla Summary: None provided by the author.

14.A scary fic: then the bomb by all_these_ghosts (@all-these-ghosts) Summary: "Do you ever worry about the end of the world, Scully?" "Yes," she said. "But I don't think it's going to happen fast." She would remember that, later.

15.A fic you like that has the word love in the title: Love's Savage Sea Spray by MaybeAmanda & Foxsong & LaVa, Jacquie Summary: The dashing Lt. Fox Mulder saves the Lady Dana Scully from the  lustful clutches of the pirate Captain Skinner and other assorted meanies.

16. One of the first fics you remember really liking: Dumbo by Chimerical Chameleon Summary: Mulder's obsession...(it's not what you think it is)

17. A good casefile: In a Flash by TCS 1121 Summary: In a flash, life changes.

18. A fic you like that has a color in the title: Gold and Silver by dreamingofscully (@dreamingofscully) Summary: Scully does something spontaneous to honor her sister’s memory.

19. A fic you that you’ve read several times: No More Demons by Penny Daza Summary: Mulder and Scully find a way to keep the nightmares away. 20. A fic in your ‘to-read’ list: Love In All The Wrong Places by SisterSpooky1013 (@sisterspooky1013​ ) Summary: Mulder and Scully try their hand at online chat rooms, and each meet a compelling stranger who is perhaps no stranger after all.

21. A *classic* fic that you’ve not read but have been meaning to read: Memorial Day by Brandon D. Ray and shannono Summary: The Date is here ...

22. A fic you read as a WIP or the author did not finish: Speechless by Anjou Summary: A road trip with Mulder and Scully; a trip inside their heads and hearts.  While on assignment to A.D. Kersh on a seemingly innocuous case in Nebraska, Mulder and Scully reflect on their relationship and its progress. Slots into the US6 timeline post-Tithonus, and assumes a general level of knowledge of all preceding action and, unlike what we saw onscreen, there is sufficient time for Scully to have healed between cases.

23. A fic you’d recommend to a Phile who doesn’t read fic: 20 by syntax6 Summary: 20 years in the life of Mulder and Scully, one year at a time.

24. A dark fic: After the Colors Fade by Deborah L. Wells   Summary: Mulder must fulfill a desperate promise he made to Scully. Which could cost them both their lives.

25. A fic you like that has an element of time in the title: if I had to perish twice  by seek_its_opposite Summary: He thinks maybe they’re working backwards to something like new love.

26. A fic you like that was written before 2000: Tinfoil by Loch Ness Summary: None provided by the author.

27. A fic you read a while ago that stayed in your head: Objects Are Closer Than They Appear by Wayward Summary: Arcadia post-ep story

28. A fic that you wish was longer, or hope for sequels: Knock by Gnatalie Summary: "They were a perfect match, since neither of them was getting what they really wanted."

29. The last fic you finished: The Great Outdoors by agoodwoman Summary:Picking up a few weeks after Planes Trains and Automobiles left off, Mulder and Scully have met the luckiest man alive and faced off with Pfaster again. This story begins after Mulder and Scully decide to pack a bag and get out of her apartment. Except they don't spend another weekend in bed together - they deal with the demons from Pfaster and the wake of his turmoil in their lives. They also, of course, get sent on another assignment to The Great Outdoors.

30. A fic you want to recommend just because: The Fox Mulder Phonetic Alphabet by storybycorey (@storybycorey) Summary:The ABC’s, as told by Fox Mulder.

**Bonus: Light Don't Sleep by wonderland (@amplifyme) Summary: " ... I don't want this to end. I want to stay like this forever. Just the three of us, right here in this bed. Not a care in the world." REASON: I have a feeling not many people have read this. But it’s so cute.

[deeptrashwitch]

This is the OC fairy 🌼🧚‍♀️ When you get this in your ask box, please tell us three facts or trivia about one of your OCs, then pass it on to someone else 🩷 Let's learn about each other's OCs! 💛💐 (no pressure to do this if you'd rather not!)

Hi Goose! Let's go! Thanks for sending this in!

Three facts about Charles:

He can't handle spicy food at all, if you gave him a bit of hot sauce...he'll probably will end pale or drinking liters of water.

When he went to the university (after Cold War and BO6) as full time professor, he got himself a Pomeranian named "Otto" before the dog escaped and got lost 😓

Also, he loves the detective movies and always watches one when he finishes with his lectures.

[doctorpetrikov]

hello! i’m simon. i’m 24 years old, and this is my fictionkin/therian account.

❆ disabled/chronically ill, cane user, autistic, jewish, stoner

❆ therian, nonhuman, fictionkin, furry

❆ he/it, tboy lesbian, gnc butch, sapphic trans masc, transsexual, butch4femme

❆ taken by my princess @foxgirlbettygrof 8.17.19 and engaged 5.30.24 <3

❆ fiction kintypes: simon/ice king (adventure time), kaito (drv3), professor venomous (ok ko), moira (ovw), sollux (hs), viktor (arcane), kamina (gurren lagann), croix (lwa)

❆ theriantypes: dog (nonspecific breed….. shih tzu/yorkie/pomeranian/chihuahua traits), mouse, bat, opossum, vulture, moth, wild canines (jackal/coyote/wolf/fox)

dnfi: you gaf abt lgbt identity discourse/you think you know anyone’s identity better than they do, you ship/get off on incest/pedophilia, you ship simon w marcy, fionna, or finn, you’re unkind to “vermin/pest” species (ie bugs spiders mice pigeons etc), you deny the gazan genocide, you have any respect or tolerance for cops, you’re weird about muslims or jews


[mask131]

Cold winter: Chernobog

CHERNOBOG

Category: Slavic mythology

Chernobog is often invoked or name-dropped as one of the Slavic deities – but the truth is that… well maybe Chernobog does not exist at all. Yes he has a good place among the numerous Slavic gods… and yet he might be a pure invention. Let’s take a look.

I) The facts

Chernobog (the “black god”) is a god attested in texts linked to the beliefs of a specific branch of the Slavic people – the Polabian Slavs.

He first appears in the “Chronicle of the Slavs”, by twelth-century German monk/chronicler Helmold who wrote it as he accompanied the Christianization process of the people of the Elbe (aka the Polabian Slavs). In his Chronicle, Helmold describes “Zcerneboch”, the “black god”, as a deity of misfortune worshipped by the tribes known as the Wagri and the Obodrites. According to him, at each feast and carousel they passed around a bowl over which they uttered words of execration in the name of two gods, a good god and a bad god. The bad god was supposed to be the one causing “adverse fortune”, and beyond “Zcerneboch” was also called “Diabol”. As for the good god, who arranges all propitious fortune, Helmold does not give his name, but people reconstructed as “Belobog” or “Bielobog”, “the white god”, to oppose Chernobog’s “black god” (Zcerneboch/Zcerneboth being the early Latinizations of the name).

We will have to wait until four centuries later to have the next mention of Chernobog. Around 1530 a Dominican monk of Pirna (Lusatia) called Johan Lindner listed the gods in his description of the pagan beliefs of the Sorbs ; but other historians of his time have strongly opposed his work as unreliable. For you see, Johan Lindner did not do any field research, all he did was collect and compile various written records and monastic sources – a wide range of documents, true, but that he just collected and compiled uncritically.

Next came in 1538 a Pomeranian chronicler named Thomas Kantzow, who wrote of the duo of gods in his “Chronicle of Pomerania”. Talking about the various idolatries of Pomerania and paganism predating the German Empire, he lists the worship of deceased kings and leaders, the worship of the sun and the moon, and finally the worship of a duo of god “venerated above all other gods”. One is Bialbug, the white god, the good god, that they honored because he brought them good things and to encourage him to keep doing good things ; the other was Zernebug, the black god, a god who was honored only so that he would stop doing harm to humanity. Kantzow also added that the better way to appease Zernebug was by offering him human blood – and from this Kantzow again, like Helmold before, identifies Zernebug with the Christian devil, as a negative entity seeking to destroy “Man’s body and soul” through a wrong and false worship.

Another text came afterward talking about Chernobog, but unrelated to Kantzow’s work: the “Cosmographiae universalis” of Sebastian Münster (German cartographer and cosmographer), published in 1550. As Münster looks at the practices of the Polibian Slavs, and after mentioning the harvest rites of Svetovit (an actual Polibian Slav god of abundance), he described as worshipped by the Rugians a duo of gods, Belbuck and Zernebuck, the white and black god acting as a “good and evil genius” or as “God or Satan”, each one acting as the source of all goodness or all evilness in the world – Münster explicitly describing this as similar “in error” to the Manichean belief. Münster’s text was copied word for word by Daniel Cramer (theologian and professor of Szczecin) in his “Pommerisches Kirchen-Chronicon”.

The last historical mention of Chernobog we have is in the anonymous “Historia Caminensis”, also based on Münster’s word and taking back his specific expressions, but this time mentioning Chernobog as the patron-god of the Vandals.

II) The interpretations

Now… Beyond these texts we have no more information about Chernobog (and Belobog his eternal partner). We don’t have texts which were written by actual “Slavic pagans”, we don’t have solid archeological traces (or just a handful), and as you probably know only fragments of the Slavic mythology(ies) survived to this day. And given these gods of good fate and bad fate were described exclusively by Christians, with strong Christian lenses, many centuries after the original Polabian Slavic religion died… While the existence of the duo is attested, it is not actually certain. In general there are four different points of view when it comes to Chernobog (and his pal).

1) We trust what these guys wrote. Chernobog and Bielobog were actually Slavic deities worshipped before the Christians arrived (or maybe they were known under other names – “black god” or “white god” might have been simply epithets or nicknames). They might have been reinterpreted the Christian way, but they did exist as gods and had their cults.

2) Chernobog and Bielobog never existed and were completely made up by those wacky Christians.

3) Chernobog and Bielobog were invented by those wacky Christians… BUT, while they did not exist as deities in the Slavic religion, the Christians invented them based on actual elements taken from Slavic religion and mythology.

4) Chernobog and Belobog were misunderstood by Christians: they were the recently-Christianized Polabian Slavs ways of interpreting the God and devil figures of Christianity, but since their grasping and assimilation of the idea wasn’t identical to what the Christians believed and preached, these monks thought that the names they called “the devil” (Chernobog, black god, evil god) actually denoted a pagan deity that happened to correspond with the Christian devil.

These are roughly the four dominating theories that have been running around, with each new debate around the Chernobog figure bringing more elements to the discussion.

# The text of Helmold became MASSIVELY popular in the 19th century, and as people reconstructed the old Slavic religion, they loved this concept of a dualistic religion. This led many scholars of the century to actually link the Polabian Slavs to the various Iranian populations, who were the poster-boys for such a “mythological Manicheism” ; comparing Chernobog and Belobog to the figures of Ahriman and Ormuzd. But this precise argument is also what put off a lot of people, as the links between Slavs and Iranians are tenuous at best, inexistent at worst.

# There are two mountains in Upper Lusatia whose names are often brought to the table: Czorneboh and Bieleboh, neighboring mountains whose names are obviously inspired by Chernobog and Bielobog. In 1690 Martin Grünewald, deputy headmaster at the grammar school of Bautzen, wrote a historical description of Upper Lusatia, and passing by the mount Czorneboh he mentioned how once the cult of Chernobog was practiced at its top, and how remains of Chernobog’s altars could be found near Bautzen. Nearly a century later, in 1783, Karl Gottlob von Anton (of Leipzig) also wrote of the Czorneboh as a mountain “named after Chernobog”. A proof that Chernobog existed? Well… no really.

# For you see, the mountain Czorneboh only received this name somewhere in the 18th century – before it went on by other names, such as Praschwiza or Schleifberg, and it is strongly theorized that this new name was chosen PRECISELY because of the popularity of Chernobog and how tales of Chernobog cult were told about it. So the legends came first, the name later, and not the reverse. In fact the mountain officially went by the dual name of “Schleifenberg/Zschernebog” from the 1780s onward – and we will have to wait for the mid-19th century for the mountain to be exclusively called “Czorneboh”. Similarly, the mountain had a strong “devil” reputation – there were numerous tales and legends about the devil appearing or being worshipped on this mountain, folktales mixing pagan rites supposedly held there ; oracles delivered by the devils that haunted the rocks ; or attempts at Christian pilgrimages which were persecuted by the pagans protecting this mountain. But again, these stories arose in the 19th century, in the middle of a romanticism wave that had popularized the reconstructed Slavic religion and boosted Chernobog’s reputation. Finally the numerous names given to specific areas of the mountain (devil’s pulpit, devil’s window…) were also recent inventions – the earliest of them being “devil’s stones”, from the end of the 18th century.

# The topic of the “topological name” debate also arose with other villages supposedly named after Chernobog, such as Chernobozhye in Russia or Chernobozhna in Ukraine.

# Those that defend the “Chernobog did exist but was not a god” theory usually claim that Chernobog was probably some sort of folkloric embodiment of bad luck or misfortune, that Helmold over-interpreted as a pagan deity (for example if someone saw Jack Frost and instead of a folkloric character claimed he was a god British worshipped as a deity of the frost). These theories notably mention how Helmold’s invention might have been a mix of three “ingredients”: first the early Christianization of the Slavs, which left in them a strong dualist and moralist influence shaping their stories and legends ; second, the strong belief of the Slavs in malevolent spirits causing disasters ; third, the fact Slavs had an habit of personifying fate. One explanation for how Chernobog might have come into being points out that his name seems to be the mash-up of two different folkloric evil spirits: the bies (bes), and the czart (chort).

# Many people also point out that maybe Helmold was too literal in the transcriptions of what he heard: while he wrote about a “black god” and a “white god”, “black” and “white” might have been used in an abstract way to describe “good” and “bad” (something proven traditional among Slavic people, where devil and evil spirits are called “black spirits” while benevolent and helpful spirits are called “white spirits”) ; but also the term “god” might not have been “god” at all but rather another way to describe “fate” or “luck” – and so maybe what Helmol heard as “black god” rather was “black fate” or “black luck”, basically a poetic phrasing for “bad luck” – again feeding into the idea that the rite he saw with the bowl wasn’t a worship of gods, but rather a form of superstition.

# And of course, as I said before, there are also those that claim that Chernobog was just the Christians monks and writers having a misunderstanding when the Slavs where just speaking of the Christian devil and hell – not only do they use the strong ties, comparisons and evolution of Chernobog and his “domain” into the devil and demon-haunted hell-gates ; but they also use the arguments that “devils” are described under the name “black spirits” (see above), and how the whole “Chernobog” thing might come from how Christian art of the time and the area depicted the demons of hell as being black of skin.

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Chernobog’s popularity also got a big renewal in the 20th century thanks to American media. Disney was one to popularize it through their movie “Fantasia” where during a sequence the Devil holding a Sabbath is called Chernabog – though Disney did not invent this out of nowhere, as said sequence is an animated adaptation of Mussorgsky’s own musical piece, “Night on Bald Mountain” where already Chernobog was reinvented as a devil-leader hosting a witch Sabbath (what Disney did was basically switch the “o” of “Cherno” into an “a”). Walter Scott’s Ivanhoe reused “Zernebock” to turn him into the fictional patron-god of the Saxons ; Marvel Comics also had their own interpretation of Chernobog. And of course how could I forget Neil Gaiman’s novel, “American Gods”, where Chernobog is one of the main “old gods” we follow the lives of, alongside Anansi, Odin, Ostara and others.

Before stopping this post I want to point out something… When I first learned of Chernobog and Bielobog, and for a very long time until quite recently, I heard, read and knew of one strong theory that was basically presented as fact to me (and doing a quick research to refresh my memory, this interpretation is still there). This interpretation of the duo Chernobog and Bielobog claimed that Chernobog and Bielobog existed as “neutral” Slavic deities of nature – Chernobog embodying darkness, night, winter and death, where Biebolog was light, day, summer and life, and the two were locked in an endless rivalry. But when Christianity arrived Chernobog was turned into a devilish god of “evil” bringing misfortune, where Bielobog became a god of all good things, in the moral sense of “good”. I know it is a very strong theory and interpretation that has been going around a lot (and that recent media from Neil Gaiman’s novel to Marvel’s comics have used) but I avoided talking about it in this post because I couldn’t find sources talking about this theory or exposing it. I just did a brief research, so I invite you to go deeper on this subject if you are interested, and maybe find the source of this specific “natural Chernobog” interpretation, as a “dark god” who was turned into an “evil god”.

[shysheeperz]

[hpcrackficfest]

FEST FIC: not as intended (G)

Title: not as intended Author: @fantasyborn Prompt: #29 - Desperate not to get mauled by Lupin in his werewolf form, Harry remembers Lockhart's spell for defeating werewolves and casts it on a whim. Instead of being a vicious werewolf, Lupin is now a vicious pomeranian Rating: G Pairing(s): N/A Word Count: 1k Warning(s)/Content: N/A Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Summary: It’s amazing really, how quickly good things can go to hell in a handbasket. One second, he’s talking with Sirius - his GODFATHER who wants Harry to live with him! - and the next, Professor Lupin’s turning into a werewolf. Notes: when i was going through prompts, i had to grab this one. it made me laugh. thanks to kat for beta-ing for me! and to the ever lovely fangqueen for running this fest!

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[studywgabi]

My Family

Papá: The coolest person you'll ever meet. You'll be like, "hey, have you heard that new Natalie Merchant song?" And he'll be like, "no, I'll totally check it out though, you have the best taste in music. I went backstage and took ecstasy with Natalie at her concert in 1999." He doesn't wear shoes at work. He's a professor and he has to keep tissues stocked in his office because he has a perfect record of at least one student having an emotional breakdown in front of him every quarter in his 20 years of teaching. Is from Colorado, automatically awesome. In classic Dad style, casually drops deep traumas into everyday conversations. Just the other day, we were shooting the breeze over danishes and I found out my parents almost got divorced 3 years ago when they didn't talk for 3 months and my father spent every night on the couch. Who knew?

Mamá: One time almost drove a surrey into the Pacific Ocean. Stays up until 3 A.M. every single day watching T.V. shows about child molesters, is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed next morning at 8:00 A.M. for swanky gov't. job. Drove me at 60 mph on the highway to the late shift at work one time after the sun had set and halfway there realized she forgot her glasses at home. Comes into the bathroom while I'm in the shower to use the toilet or just talk.

Hermano: Practically a billionaire at 32, but would rather wear the threadbare clothes he's had since middle school, cut his hair himself, and live off the popcorn he gets for free at work then spend a single penny. Except on my Christmas presents, which took him three trips from the store to get home. The first time he was high, ate 5 edibles in one sitting because he thought that would be a good starting point. The best storyteller. Won't always respond when you ask him a question, and if he does reply, will most likely not be to the question you asked.

Canela, A.K.A. The Bean: So named because of her gorgeous cinnamon coat and for pioneering her iconic sleeping position: snout tucked deep under her leg and body curled into the shape of the legume. The most enchanting beauty. Has natural eyeliner and, of the 3 varieties of tail (curly, swishy, and thunky), is blessed with the latter. If you shaved it, would most likely be covered in bruises due to overuse and constant whacking on any and all 2-ft. objects, including my sensitive calves. It is an honor to pet her.

Simon: One sheddy boy. You could only scratch his chin because literal clumps of his hair would come off in your hand if you touched him anywhere else. Fiercely protective of his family, but a little sleepy and up in his years.

Chewie: A pure-bred Pomeranian adopted when my mother was 8 and 1/2 months. He needed a baby monitor more than I did, since he cried and woke my parents up far more often. Attempted escape multiple times- was quite actually speedy for being so small.

My Girl Gma: Bakes amazing cinnamon rolls, but just recently stopped saying "Oriental." Has crush on Pa from Little House on the Prairie.

Grandpa: "Adopted" a lost dog that belonged to someone else, moved the dog to a different state twice, then sold it. Bought my seven-year-old aunt a goat to teach her responsibility but sold it back when he found it standing on his Cadillac. Always had Cadillac and mansion, but refused to buy ham because baloney was a few cents cheaper.

Abuelo: No one, including his own children, actually know how old he is, and he likes it that way. Openly states Hermano is his favorite out of 12 grandchildren. You gotta appreciate his honesty.

Tiá: Came to stay with us when I was little; sweeped the leg by pinching other children at the Easter egg hunt to make sure her niece went home with a full basket. She didn't come to the park to make friends.

[jorality]

I've been stick with my thoughts again and you know what? I'm glad I slept most of my 20's away.

I'm 29 and while so far this age hasn't fucking sucked I've just been thinking about how there has been way too much character development since I turned 20. I mean my life was a mess in my teens too but it feels like I've been through EVERYTHING these past 9 years.

Age 20: Was a pretty chill time I was getting adjusted to college life and made friends.

Age 21: My dad has to put my pomeranian down and doesn't tell me. My maternal grandpa dies. I get west nile virus, during production week and get yelled at for not sending my professor an email even though the entire department knew that I had west nile. (BTW a horrible disease I thought I was gonna die)

Age 22: My grades are slipping and I need to maintain my GPA for my scholarship. I have a mental breakdown and oops I've had untreated depression for...my whole life but apparently the move from boarding school to college broke me?

Age 23: I get my goddamn eye removed after spending an entire childhood of surgeries and experimental medicine to keep it. Bitch, what the fuck?

Age 24: Someone steals my only mode of transportation right at moving day.

Age 25: I almost die from a pulmonary embolism and learn that I have thicker blood than the average human. But at least I have a puppy and a momma who takes care of me.

Age 26: I watch my mom get sick and temporarily give my puppy to my cousin even though I didn't want to. It's the pandemic, my chronic pain makes it harder to take care of my mom, my idiot aunt ruins everything and I wake up to my mother's corpse. My dog was hit by a car after being nabbed by a crackhead. I have decided I will kill God and Satan.

Age 27: I'm barely holding it together, my father smothers me in attention I don't want, but at least he let's me get a new dog (I will no longer entrust family with my pets). My internet wife moves in with me and I am no longer alone. My mom still haunts my dreams and it drives me a bit insane. I cone down with a triple infection of my eye, nose, and throat. I get put on a medley of antibiotics.

Age 28: I get violently Iill one day after my birthday and go to the emergency room 4 times until I can't move my facial muscles. Turns out one of those antibiotics gave me hives! My face feels like it's covered in Elmer's glue, I can barely open my mouth and my skin feels like it's been set by the fires of hell and I look like a leopard. Later that year I have nasal surgery so I don't die!

And now I'm 29 my vision is still spotty , I have thoughts about killing myself and I need more money. And a vacation. Let's all hope I make it to 30!

[ieisia]

Carl Wilhelm Scheele

9 December 1742 – 21 May 1786 was a Swedish German pharmaceutical chemist.

Scheele discovered oxygen (although Joseph Priestley published his findings first), and identified molybdenum, tungsten, barium, hydrogen, and chlorine, among others. Scheele discovered organic acids tartaric, oxalic, uric, lactic, and citric, as well as hydrofluoric, hydrocyanic, and arsenic acids. He preferred speaking German to Swedish his whole life, as German was commonly spoken among Swedish pharmacists.

Scheele was born in Stralsund, in western Pomerania, which at the time was a Swedish Dominion inside the Holy Roman Empire. Scheele's father, Joachim or Johann Christian Scheele, was a grain dealer and brewer from a respected Pomeranian family. His mother was Margaretha Eleanore Warnekros.

Friends of Scheele's parents taught him the art of reading prescriptions and the meaning of chemical and pharmaceutical signs. Then, in 1757, at the age of fourteen, Carl was sent to Gothenburg as an apprentice pharmacist to another family friend and apothecary, Martin Andreas Bauch. Scheele retained this position for eight years. During this time he ran experiments late into the night and read the works of Nicolas Lemery, Caspar Neumann, Johann von Löwenstern-Kunckel and Georg Ernst Stahl (the champion of the phlogiston theory). Much of Scheele's later theoretical speculations were based upon Stahl.

In 1765 Scheele worked under the progressive and well-informed apothecary C. M. Kjellström in Malmö, and became acquainted with Anders Jahan Retzius who was a lecturer at the University of Lund and later a professor of chemistry at Stockholm. Scheele arrived in Stockholm between 1767 and 1769 and worked as a pharmacist. During this period he discovered tartaric acid and with his friend, Retzius, studied the relation of quicklime to calcium carbonate. While in the capital, he also became acquainted with figures including Abraham Bäck, Peter Jonas Bergius, Bengt Bergius and Carl Friedreich von Schultzenheim.

In the fall of 1770 Scheele became director of the laboratory of the great pharmacy of Locke, at Uppsala, which is about 40 miles north of Stockholm. The laboratory supplied chemicals to Professor of Chemistry Torbern Bergman. A friendship developed between Scheele and Bergman after Scheele analyzed a reaction which Bergman and his assistant, Johan Gottlieb Gahn, could not resolve. The reaction was between melted saltpetre and acetic acid that produced a red vapor. TheyFurther study of this reaction later led to Scheele's discovery of oxygen (see "The theory of phlogiston" below). Based upon this friendship and respect, Scheele was given free use of Bergman's laboratory. Both men were profiting from their working relationship. In 1774 Scheele was nominated by Peter Jonas Bergius to be a member of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences and was elected 4 February 1775. In 1775 Scheele also managed for a short time a pharmacy in Köping. Between the end of 1776 and the beginning of 1777 Scheele established his own business there.

On 29 October 1777, Scheele took his seat for the first and only time at a meeting of the Academy of Sciences and on 11 November passed the examination as apothecary before the Royal Medical College, doing so with the highest honours. After his return to Köping he devoted himself, outside of his business, to scientific researches which resulted in a long series of important papers.

By the time he was a teenager, Scheele had learned the dominant theory of gases which in the 1770s was the phlogiston theory. Phlogiston, classified as "matter of fire", was supposed to be released from any burning material, and when it was exhausted, combustion would stop. When Scheele discovered oxygen he called it "fire air" as it supported combustion. Scheele explained oxygen using phlogistical terms because he did not believe that his discovery disproved the phlogiston theory.

Before Scheele made his discovery of oxygen, he studied air.  Air was thought to be an element that made up the environment in which chemical reactions took place but did not interfere with the reactions. Scheele's investigation of air enabled him to conclude that air was a mixture of "fire air" and "foul air;" in other words, a mixture of two gases. Scheele performed numerous experiments in which he heated substances such as saltpetre (potassium nitrate), manganese dioxide, heavy metal nitrates, silver carbonateand mercuric oxide. In all of these experiments, he isolated the same gas: his "fire air," which he believed combined with phlogiston in materials to be released during heat-releasing reactions.

However, his first publication, Chemische Abhandlung von der Luft und dem Feuer, was delivered to the printer Swederus in 1775, but not published until 1777, at which time both Joseph Priestley and Antoine Lavoisier had already published their experimental data and conclusions concerning oxygen and the phlogiston theory. Carl was credited for finding oxygen with two other people, Joseph Priestley and Antoine Lavoisier. The first English edition, Chemical Observation and Experiments on Air and Fire was published in 1780, with an introduction "Chemical Treatise on Air and Fire".

Scheele achieved astonishingly prolific and important results without the expensive laboratory equipment to which his Parisian contemporary Antoine Lavoisier was accustomed. Through the studies of Lavoisier, Priestley, Scheele, and others, chemistry was made a standardized field with consistent procedures. Although Scheele was unable to grasp the significance of his discovery of the substance that Lavoisier later named oxygen, his work was essential for the abandonment of the long-held theory of phlogiston.

Scheele's study of the gas not yet named oxygen was prompted by a complaint by Torbern Olof Bergman, a professor at Uppsala University who would eventually become Scheele's friend. Bergman informed Scheele that the saltpeter he had purchased from Scheele's employer, after long heating, produced red vapors (now known to be nitrogen dioxide) when it came into contact with acetic acid. Scheele's quick explanation was that the saltpeter had absorbed phlogiston with the heat (had been reduced to nitrite, in modern terms) and gave off a new phlogisticated gas as an active principle when combined with an acid (even a weak acid).

Bergman next suggested that Scheele analyze the properties of manganese(IV) oxide. It was through his studies of manganese(IV) oxide that Scheele developed his concept of "fire air" (his name for oxygen). He ultimately obtained oxygen by heating mercuric oxide, silver carbonate, magnesium nitrate, and other nitrate salts. Scheele wrote about his findings to Lavoisier who was able to see the significance of the results. His discovery of oxygen (ca. 1771) was chronologically earlier than the corresponding work of Priestley and Lavoisier, but he did not publish this discovery until 1777, after both of his rivals had published.

Although Scheele would always believe in some form of the phlogiston theory, his work reduced phlogiston to an unusually simple form, complicated only by the fact that chemists of Scheele's day still believed that light and heat were elements and were to be found in combination with them. Thus, Scheele assumed that hydrogen was composed of phlogiston (a reducing principle lost when objects were burned) plus heat. Scheele speculated that his fire air or oxygen (which he found the active part of air, estimating it to compose one quarter of air) combined with the phlogiston in objects to produce either light or heat (light and heat were presumed to be composed of differing proportions of phlogiston and oxygen).

When other chemists later showed water is produced when burning hydrogen and that rusting of metals added weight to them and that passing water over hot iron gave hydrogen, Scheele modified his theory to suggest that oxygen was the salt (or "saline principle" of water), and that when added to iron, water was reproduced, which added weight to the iron as rust.