#and it's like the most common recipe that I see given for dog treats

[healingheartdogs]

Y’all certainly like that tuna fudge post, huh

#noted #pretty sure that my most interacted post of all time lol #and it's like the most common recipe that I see given for dog treats #all over reddit and fb lol #if you like that one you should try the pyramid pan treat groups on fb

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Underground Tomb edition!)

Hello friends and degenerate sinners, this is basically a mini headcanon set for Luci’s kid!MC about how the incident with Luke and the Grimoire would go down in this AU to tide you all over until Part 3 comes out! Enjoy!

It was a normal night in the good ol’ HOL... Lucifer was doing paperwork at an ungodly hour of the night, Beel was in the kitchen, and Mammon was screaming and running for dear life. Ah... sweet normalcy.

The custard incident remained the same, MC got force-fed custard and Beel threw a truly fantastic hunger tantrum that culminated in the wall connecting to MC’s room collapsing.

Cue lecture from Luci-father.

“I am very disappointed in you three.” Lucifer rubbed his temples as MC, Beel, and Mammon awkwardly stood in his room. Mammon of course, was trying to avoid the death glares MC was giving him. Poor bastard.

“Especially you two, MC and Beel.”

“Whuh?!” Mammon sputtered. “What about me?!”

“I expect this from you. These two on the other hand,” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at MC who was awkwardly trying to suppress a laugh at Mammon’s aghast expression. “Should know not to act like this.”

“We’re *snrk* sorry, father,” MC paused to try and muscle through a giggle. “It won’t happen again.”

“He ate my custard...” Beel pouted.

“So, MC won’t be able to use their room anymore due to the wall... collapsing.” Lucifer gave Beel a pointed glare.

Mammon smirked, and if he were sitting on a couch, we would have leaned back and kicked his feet up. “Well, obviously since I’m a kind and generous soul I’ll open up my room for poor MC to stay in. My babysittin’ rates are quite high though-”

“BABYSITTING?!” MC snarled, giving Mammon a death glare that could probably kill lesser demons.

Lucifer felt a twinge of pride upon seeing his child give someone his signature bone-chilling glare, if he weren’t supposed to be disappointed he would have given MC a pat on the head and let them hang Mammon from the ceiling.

“Uh- heh- MC, I’m your favourite uncle! Me babysittin’ ya should be an honour!” Mammon was sweating bullets and desperately looking to Beel for help.

“Levi is rapidly approaching favourite uncle status.” MC crossed their arms and huffed.

“Levi?! Wait- does that mean I was your favourite-”

Lucifer was almost tempted to stick MC in Mammon’s room just to have MC punish Mammon so he could get some sleep, tragically, his common sense won out. “MC will be staying with Beel. He has an extra bed in his room after all.”

MC looked over at Beel and smiled. “Could be worse, right? I’ll replace the custard.”

Beel’s smile upon hearing the last part could have lit up the entire Devildom. What a sweetie.

MC still chilled in Beel’s room. They finally got to ask more questions about Belphie, and Beel is more inclined to share what’s up because MC is his big bro’s kid after all!

Because of MC’s half demon-ness, they hadn’t met Belphie at that point in the story unlike in canon. They were just curious about their missing uncle. They ALSO already knew what Belphie looks like because Lucifer gave them an in depth tour of everything and he pointed out all the portraits.

MC, being the sadistic sweetheart they are, went out and bought themselves and Beel replacement custard. MC made sure to eat it right in front of Mammon.

But my oh my, who was texting them? *gasp!* Luke!

MC obviously let their little angel buddy into the house (Luke did not know about MC’s parental situation at that point, keep that in mind). Luke was fun to tease a little after all! And it was nice to have another kid around, but MC would never admit it.

Since MC had literally no reason to be afraid of their dear old dad, they went right up to him and asked him if Luke could stay over. No fear.

“Father?” MC leaned on the doorway to the backyard, Lucifer was playing fetch with Cerberus. MC had never seen someone play fetch so robotically.

“Yes, MC?” Cerberus’ middle head dropped a slobber covered squeaky toy into Lucifer’s gloved hand, the other two heads snapped at the middle one.

“Can I have a friend over?” MC asked, trotting over to give Cerberus some pets. On the first day the dog had tried to eat them, but after giving him some much tastier bacon treats, Cerberus was sweet as pie. Murderous and dangerous pie, that is.

“Do I know this friend?”

“Yes, it’s Luke. Can he stay over?”

Lucifer wrinkled his nose and rolled his eyes. “Cerberus is right here, you have access to a dog. Why on earth would you bring the chihuahua over?”

MC snorted and gave Cerberus’ right head some scratches behind the ears. “He’s not a chihuahua all the time, come on, it’s for the good of the exchange program!”

The two had a stare down for a little while, and to his absolute horror, Lucifer felt his resolve cracking. This child of his was too adorable for their own good. “Fine, MC.”

“Yes!” MC fist pumped as Cerberus’ middle and left heads tried to join in on the ear scritches.

“But note,” Lucifer continued. “I expect a full report to give to Lord Diavolo on this whole experience.”

MC frowned and debated sticking their tongue out at their father, they decided against it. “A paper? On a sleepover? Really?”

“Yes. Really.” Lucifer gave MC a flick on the nose. “Like you said, it has to do with the exchange program. Now go make sure the chihuahua doesn’t die and leave you with a mess to clean up.”

The look of complete terror Luke gave MC when they told him that Lucifer said he could stay over was completely worth the paper they were going to have to write.

“What?! You weren’t supposed to tell him I’m here!”

“He said you could stay.”

“Why?! Oh no... did he demand your soul as payment or something?! MC! You shouldn’t have put yourself in that nasty demon’s debt! Don’t worry, I’ll get your soul back somehow.”

MC should have been offended... but they weren’t. I mean, could you stay mad at Luke when he just offered to fight arguably the second most powerful demon in the Devildom to get your soul back?

Now that Luke’s presence in the house was known to everyone, the challenge was no longer keeping Luke hidden, it was making sure Luke didn’t say anything that would get him killed and making sure none of the demon bros made Luke cry.

Mammon was the main culprit of the teasing because Lucifer actually had better things to do. And he had a (totally not a) date with Diavolo so he’d be back late and wouldn’t be home to tease the chihuahua.

Mammon’s status as favourite uncle was hanging by a thread by the end of the first day.

Asmo thought Luke was positively adorable and also very annoying. He offered to paint MC and Luke’s nails. Luke declined, but MC was all for it. (Their cuticles were a MESS by the way, they needed the manicure.)

Luke’s nails were painted gold to match the gold on his outfit! Asmo was quite proud of his work, and was very offended when he was not allowed to try and braid Luke’s hair.

“It looks so soft!”

“You’re not allowed to touch my hair, demon!”

Satan still disliked MC on the basis that they were just a mini-Lucifer and hung out in his room or the library to avoid them and Luke.

It was incredibly annoying when Luke and MC burst into the library to look for cookbooks and treat recipes after Luke told MC about his baking endeavours. Satan debated ordering a pair of ear plugs on Akuzon...

Or perhaps a laser gun...

Both would make him stop hearing the children’s grating voices.

“You two, be quiet.”

“We haven’t spoken since we got in here...”

“You’re breathing too loud.”

Beel remained the only brother who was actually decent to Luke, they all played Go Fish in Beel’s room.

Levi was in his room playing his new video game just like in canon, but he could hear Luke and MC running around outside his room.

He was fully prepared to do that introvert thing where you stay in your room until you hear someone say goodbye to the guest.

Levi’s eyes were glued to his computer screen, just eight more skeleton monsters to kill and he’d get the achievement! His attention crumbled the moment he heard the dreaded sound of...

Guests...

“Hey MC! Whose room is this?”

The sound of a door opening and closing down the hall caused Levi to jump in his seat. Oh no... his worst fears were realized! There was another person in the house!

“That’s Asmodeus’ room. Luke you shouldn’t go around opening everyone’s doors-”

The sound of another door opening and shutting made Levi pause his game and look at Henry 2.0 for help. Maybe if he jumped into the tank and wrapped himself in his tail he’d camouflage into his surroundings...

BAM!

AAAAA! Not enough time! The guest was drawing nearer... he was going to have to... *barf*... SOCIALIZE!

“How about this room?”

Levi braced himself for the incoming social contact... Fs in the chat everyone...

“We shouldn’t bother Levi, let’s do something else.”

HAJEKDJSJSJSJD- BEEL! BEEL JUST SAVED LEVI’S LIFE!

The poor third born slumped back in his seat, the awfulness of socialization avoided. He uh... hadn’t actually left his room in maybe three days... maybe he should actually go outside... enjoy the nonexistent sunlight, y’know?

...nah. Levi went back to his game.

Since the kitchen was broken, Beel, MC, and Luke went out and get AkuDonald’s. They were all out of the toy that Luke and MC wanted so that trip was a disaster! A disaster I say!

Just the image of Beel happily chomping on his eighth burger while Luke and MC angrily pick at their fries makes me want to laugh.

Now the question you’re all waiting for, did Lucifer try and kill Luke and Beel and then MC for trying to take the Grimoire?

N O

“Whose room is behind that door?” Luke pointed to the door to the attic staircase.

MC shrugged and hit their knuckles against the door a few times. “It’s just the door to the attic. My uh- Lucifer said not to go up there because it’s just full of old junk.”

Normally MC would scoff at the idea of being told what not to do and do it out of spite, but MC was a child, and like most children, they hated scary attics. They hadn’t even attempted to open the door in the month they had lived in the house.

“Hm, maybe he’s hiding something...” Luke puffed out his cheeks and knocked on the door. When met with no answer, Luke turned the doorknob. The door creaked open, and the two peeked inside.

A tall spiral staircase greeted them as they tentatively stepped inside. Not so-good Lord, the room was freezing, but it didn’t seem to bother Luke as he walked further into the room.

“What do you think’s up there?” Luke asked, craning his neck to try and get a look at what could be at the top of the stairs.

MC shuddered and crossed their arms. “Like Lucifer said, junk. Nothing important.”

There was a tingling feeling at the base of MC’s neck, their hand flew to the spot only to find nothing, but the uneasiness didn’t cease. Something was very... very off. A shudder creeped up their spine as Luke stepped closer to the staircase.

“Come on,” Luke tutted, placing a hand on the railing. “Demons are known liars!”

Luke was quite difficult to be friends with sometimes, MC had to admit.

With every step Luke took up the stairs, the sense of dread brewing in MC’s gut grew, but they remained rooted to the spot, it was almost like something was physically stopping them from getting closer to those stairs.

Luke stopped on the sixth step and craned his neck to look up again. “Hello?” He called out.

His little voice echoed up the staircase, he was met with no reply for a moment, until a massive shudder wracked both his and MC’s spines.

“Hello.” A voice replied.

Quick as lightning MC dove forward, taking three steps up the stairs despite what felt like electric shocks stabbing into their skin, and yanked Luke back down the stairs and out the door, closing it behind them. MC heard a lazy, carefree chuckle reverberate through their head, and a message that only MC could hear.

“Leaving so soon, Lucifer?”

...

Spooky right?

Anyway- back to Luke and MC being idiots together.

They headed back to Beel’s room to watch some Devildom kid shows, I assume Tom and Jerry just played on repeat.

Luke explained the reason he ran away from Purgatory Hall, and MC legitimately debated whether or not they should throw Luke out of the nearest window for all the jabs he was taking at demons.

“Simeon was going to go out for tea with Diavolo! He even said that I could ask Barbatos to instruct me on the finer points of baking!”

“What’s so bad about that?”

“They’re demons, MC! Simeon and I are angels from the Celestial Realm! We shouldn’t be consorting with demons.”

Once again, bless Beel and his lack of murderous rage when it came to anything other than food.

“MC, Lucifer would be upset if you broke a window.”

“What’s he talking about?”

“Nothing Luke, nothing you need to worry about.”

Don’t worry, no angels were harmed during the visit.

On day two of the extended sleepover, Luke and MC decided to go running around the house again.

“And this is the basement.” MC put their hands on their hips and kissed their teeth as they looked around the Underground tomb. “Perfectly creepy.”

Luke shuddered. “Is this house nothing but one creepy room after another..?”

MC smiled and stuck out their tongue. Their fear of the attic did not extend to the underground tomb. Not that they were actually afraid of the attic or anything...

“Why? You scared some big monster is gonna getcha?” MC teased.

“No!” Luke gasped. “I’m not scared!”

MC began to walk backwards into the darker depths of the tomb, their teasing tone echoing off of the walls. “Then come on! Don’t be chicken!”

Luke looked back and forth from the door out of there, to the rapidly disappearing figure of MC, he rushed after MC.

“I’m not scared of some dark basement.” Luke huffed.

“Why not~?” MC snickered. “There could be ghosts down here... tortured souls of those who were damned to Hell for all eternity~!”

MC swiped Luke’s hat and placed it on their head, Luke jumped at the sudden contact and began to try and get the hat back from MC.

“Stop trying to scare me!” Luke yapped, MC laughed and began to jog deeper into the tomb.

“Maybe there’s a monster that eats chihuahuas down here too! Who knows!” MC twirled the hat with their fingers and ran a little faster when Luke ran after them.

“I AM NOT A CHIHUAHUA!”

Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best course of action to tease and scare one’s friend instead of telling them what they said earlier was mean, but MC wasn’t the best at decision making.

When MC reached a dead end, they stopped and looked around, Luke crashed right into them. He managed to swipe his hat back from a now disinterested MC.

MC’s gaze landed on a book being held up by a statue, they padded over and looked up at it.

“Luke, do you know what that is?” MC asked, turning to look at their now very miffed friend.

“The... book? I don’t know.”

Truthfully, MC didn’t know either. During their first tour of the house, Mammon had interrupted the Underground tomb segment and Lucifer had to cut the tour short.

“It’s uh...” MC pursed their lips and tried to think of a convincing lie. “A spell book. Lucifer told me that it makes your magic really really strong, so he stuck it down here to hide it from Solomon.”

“Did I now?”

MC and Luke screamed and whirled around, there stood Lucifer himself, not looking terribly pleased with the two of them.

“MC, care to explain why you and the angel are so close to the Grimoire?” Lucifer’s words were icily calm, and MC knew that meant if they didn’t come up with a good explanation they’d be in big trouble.

“W-we were just playing down here...” MC trailed off, looking to Luke for some kind of backup before realizing what a stupid idea that was.

“Y-yeah! We were just-”

Lucifer stuck his thumb over his shoulder and glowered at the two. “Out.”

“Yes sir.” Luke and MC mumbled as they stepped away from the Grimoire, Lucifer relaxed slightly as the two walked past him and down the hall.

When the two got back up to Beel’s room, Luke suddenly gasped and turned to MC.

“You said it was a spell book!”

After that, MC got the feeling that Luke was no longer welcome in the house. What was the big deal about almost touching the Grimoire anyway? It could only override pacts and control demons-

Oh.

Balls.

Simeon got called to pick up Luke and before the two of them left MC assured Luke that he could come over and hang out anytime as long as he texted first.

Beel said Luke could come over and bake when the kitchen was fixed, poor Beel would have to do without Luke’s baked goods for a little while longer.

MC rested their chin on the coffee table they were kneeling in front of, stewing in annoyance. Their unfinished homework was practically mocking them, but the Demonology textbook was not what had them in their funk.

“MC, do your homework.” Lucifer said from the living room couch, he was comparing his phone to notes in a binder that was placed on his lap.

A grunt from MC caused him to raise an eyebrow. Their grasp on demonic language had improved, but Lucifer did not approve of them using their new skill to sass him.

“MC.” Lucifer chided, MC turned to look at him with a deadpan expression. “If there’s something wrong, either tell me, or do your work without complaining.”

MC turned back to their homework and tapped their pencil against the textbook, before puffing out their cheek and turning back to Lucifer.

“What’s in the attic?”

For the briefest of moments, Lucifer froze, he forcibly relaxed and went back to his work.

“Junk.” Lucifer replied. “Did you try and go up there?”

MC shook their head. “No, I went into the staircase room, but not up the stairs.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed, he then took a deep breath and looked at MC. “Good, there’s nothing of interest up there anyway. If you did go up there you might break something or hurt yourself.”

“Okay.” MC sighed, trying to push the voice from the attic out of their mind. “What about the Grimoire? Why is it down in the tomb?”

Lucifer could feel his patience growing thinner and thinner with every question. “So it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.”

“Why not just destroy it?” MC asked, their question wasn’t meant to be taken as an insult or be malicious, it was just legitimate curiosity. “Wouldn’t that be safer?”

The first born hesitated before he answered. He looked over MC, before shaking his head. “...I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

MC’s eyes narrowed, but they went back to their work all the same. It would be about ten minutes of quiet before MC spoke up again.

“When Belphegor gets back from the human world, you’re going to have a lot of explaining to do, huh?”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped up to look at MC, who still had their back turned to him as they scribbled notes from the textbook. His grip on his DDD tightened as he replied.

“Why do you say that, MC?”

MC didn’t seem to register their father’s clipped tone, and shrugged. “Beel said that he isn’t answering his texts or calls, and when he sent up a letter Belphegor didn’t respond to that either.”

“The life of an exchange student is a busy one, as you can see.” Lucifer forcibly injected his last bit of remaining calmness into his words as he gestured at MC’s homework. MC laughed at that.

“Yeah well, I still make time to call my friends and ren back up in the human world.” MC giggled. “And I’m sure those text notifications about his older brother discovering that he has a child would make him pick up the phone.”

“Belphegor might have a much larger workload.” Lucifer retorted, trying to keep himself from snapping at MC.

“But still, you’d think he’d call his-”

“MC-” Lucifer snarled, MC whirled around, the fear and shock in their eyes caused anything Lucifer was going to say to die in his throat.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds, before Lucifer took another deep breath and turned back to his work.

“Not right now, MC,” Lucifer whispered. “I’m working.”

...

To be continued...

#Obey me #Obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date? #obey me headcanons #obey me! headcanons #Obey me MC #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Satan #Lucifer’s Kid #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Luke #when I say to be continued- I mean more diverging from canon #I have a feeling the lovely London family trip went smoothly... totally

[atlafan]

My Everything - Part Four

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Small dash of angst. 

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength.

Masterpost

“You wanna go to Homecoming?” Sarah asks you. You and Harry went over to her and Niall’s place for lunch on Sunday.

“It seems really important to my intern that I’m there…it could be fun to check out the tailgate, we used to have fun at that.”

“Yeah, when we were plastered from starting to drink the second we woke up.” She sighs. “What about Rach?”

“I was gonna text her. I think it’ll be fun if we all go.”

“Niall?”

“Yeah?” Him and Harry were playing video games while you and Sarah were in the kitchen.

“Wanna go to Homecoming next weekend with us?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No.”

“Alright, Homecoming it is.”

“Okay, I guess we’re in.” She smiles at you.

“What was that?” You whisper at her with a grin.

“He’s been really…not into arguing with me lately. I think he’s cracked the code that I’m more apt to fuck him if he doesn’t give me any attitude.” She whispers back.

“See, I feel like Harry wants to fuck me more when I give him attitude.”

“Y/N, Harry would fuck you in any given situation.” You both start laughing.

“Oi, not nice to whisper.” Harry says without looking at either of you.

“Can you two pause that please? Lunch is ready…” Sarah says.

“Only because yeh asked so nicely.” Niall says, saving the game. Him and Harry stand up and go into the kitchen. Niall kisses Sarah on the cheek. “Thanks for makin’ the grub girls.”

You all dig into the food.

“So, do you two have like every little thing planned yet or what?” Niall asks, jokingly.

“We actually just started to go over some stuff yesterday. Next Sunday we’re going to look at two venues down at the Cape. We were thinking a beachy, hotel vibe.”

“Ohh, I like that.” Sarah says. “That’ll be a bust weekend. Homecoming on Saturday, then taking that drive Sunday.”

“The busy season for the Cape is over, shouldn’t be any traffic. I bet we’ll get there in under an hour.”

“And we decided we’re gonna do like a small cake for us and then do cupcakes. Y/N already has an idea for a bakery.”

“Your mum should just make big batches of the dump cake.”

“Niall, I swear to god, do you just want the recipe?” You laugh.

“No, I only like it when she makes it.”

“It’s true. I asked her for it during Rosh Hashanah and I made for him, but apparently I didn’t do it right.” Sarah rolls her eyes.

“That’s so fucking rude, your girlfriend baked for you and you told her you didn’t like it?” You ask.

“Never said I didn’t like it. I said it was really good, it just wasn’t Lynn’s.” He shrugs. “You’re a very good baker, sweetie.” He smiles at her and she rolls his eyes again.

“You teach her to do that, or is that just another thing you have in common?” Harry says to you with a smirk.

“Harry, I’ve not rolled my eyes at you for a very long time. And Niall deserved it, so there.” You stick your tongue out at him.

“What is it with you and the rolling of the eyes, anyways?” Sarah asks. “Like there are worse things out there.”

“I just find it to be really disrespectful.” He shrugs.

“But I’ve seen you do it. Are you the only one allowed?” Sarah asks, crossing her arms.

“That’s right.” He smirks at her.

“Well, that’s stupid and so are you.” She smirks right back.

“Did one of your third graders teach you that comeback?” Sarah’s mouth falls open, and you can’t help but giggle. You always found it amusing when her and Harry would get under each other’s skin a little, like brother and sister.

“No, actually, it was your mother.”

Both you and Niall choke on your food. Harry’s mouth was agape, but he bursts out laughing.

“That was a good one, I have to admit, you got me, love.”

“Love playing tennis with you as always.”

You all finish up eating and go over to the couch to watch a movie. It was a rainy day so none of you minded lounging around. Buster starts to whimper when the rain falls a little harder.

“God, he must be scared of rain now.” You say. “Niall, do you mind if he sits on the couch with us? He wants to be on our laps.”

“Not at all.”

Harry whistles to Buster and pulls him up so his body is on Harry, and his head is in your lap. You both pet him to try and soothe him.

“Poor thing, how’s his leg?” Sarah asks.

“Much better. His checkup is this week.” Harry says.

“I’m hoping that same nurse isn’t working.”

“What nurse?” Niall asks.

“The nurse that was giving us all the information made me feel really embarrassed because I scolded Buster in front of her, and she goes miss…he’s a dog, but luckily Harry was there, he backed me up.”

“I would’ve been like and what about it?” Sarah says. “That’s your baby.”

“That’s exactly what I said.” Harry explains. “I’m the one takin’ him, his appointment is while you’re at work, remember?”

“Still…I don’t want her being rude to you too.”

“I don’t think she’d dare after I set her straight before.”

//

During his lunch break Monday, Harry took Buster for his checkup at the vet. The doctor was happy with his progress, and told Harry he should be just fine, and to keep taking it easy with him. Luckily, that same nurse wasn’t there.

“You did so good in there, Buster. Daddy’s gonna give yeh a treat when we get back to the studio.” Buster yips at Harry from the backseat.

Harry gets him inside the studio and grabs a treat from Isaac’s desk.

“How’d it go?” Isaac asks.

“Oh, he’ll be just fine. Sit Buster.” He complies and Harry gives him the treat. “That’s my good boy.” He pets the top of his head.

“So…apparently we’re going to Homecoming this weekend.” Mariah says to Harry.

“You don’t wanna go?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t go there…I feel like I’ll be bored.” She sighs.

“Seth and I are going too, maybe we can meet up.”

“You guys are goin’ too?”

“Yeah, I guess Seth goes every year. He was in a frat or something, so he goes to support his brothers or whatever.” He shrugs. “All I know is that I’m gonna look cute as hell in my new cardigan.” They all laugh. “I’m surprised all the girls didn’t go last year.”

“It’s not really Y/N’s thing.” Harry says. “Her intern really wants her to go so she can meet the director of alumni relations. He really wants to see her featured in their magazine, and so would I to be honest.” Harry’s phone starts to go off, it’s you. “Hey babe, what’s up?”

“How was Buster’s appointment?”

“It was really good, we just need to keep doin’ what we’re doin’ with him.”

“Okay, great. Thank you for taking him.”

“No problem.”

“Did you remember to eat?” Harry pauses. “I’ll take that as a no. Please remember to eat your lunch.”

“I will, I’ll go eat it now.”

“Okay, I gotta go. Love you!”

“Love you too.” He hangs up and sees Isaac and Mariah giggling. “Shut up.”

“Did she just have to remind you to eat?” Mariah asks.

“Can you blame her? I wouldn’t wanna come home to a hangry Harry.”

“You both are really annoying.” Harry huffs, and walks to the kitchen to grab his sandwich out of the fridge.

//

“There’s my boy!” Buster trots over to you once him and Harry are through the door. “Daddy said you did so good at the vet, I’m so proud of you.” His tail was wagging like crazy. “That’s right, you’re a very good boy.” You cup his hand in your hands and make kissy noises.

“What am I, chopped liver?”

“Blegh, I hope not, I hate chopped liver.” You giggle and go over to give him a kiss.

“Why do you know what that tastes like?” He asks, wrapping his arms around you.

“We eat it during Passover, well, I don’t. God, it’s disgusting.”

“We didn’t really do anything for Passover this year, did we?”

“No, I was in Aruba for most of it, remember?”

“Oh yeah.” He kisses your forehead and lets you go. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Hmm, how about I roast some veggies in the oven?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You and Harry prep the veggies and put whatever seasonings you like on them, along with some olive oil, and pop it in the oven.

“Wanna have rice with it?” He asks.

“Sure.” You shrug. “We can just make that one minute stuff when everything’s done in the oven.” You both sit down at the island.

“Isaac told him and Seth are going to Homecoming too…”

“Oh? That’s nice.”

“Seth didn’t tell you?” Harrys asks out of shock.

“No.” You shrug. “We don’t talk every day you know?”

“Thought you did.”

“Maybe when we first started talking again. We’re both very busy people. He’s probably going to hang with his old frat brothers.” You make a disgusted noise. “That was the most annoying thing about him, when he joined that frat. Although, that is how he got the best room in the apartment he was in senior year. He had his own bathroom and everything.”

“M’sure that was convenient for the two of you.” He says facetiously and you nudge his shoulder. “Teasing.” He says softly.

“Mhm.” You roll your eyes. “Anyways, seems like the whole gang’ll be there. I’ll have to pull out one of my old sweatshirts to show some school spirit.”

“The three of you walking in are gonna look like a gang.” Harry laughs. “M’surprised you weren’t in a sorority.”

“We might as well been our own little sorority. Do you wanna see a funny video from Homecoming our senior year? I was going through some of my old instas the other day and it made me laugh.”

“Sure.”

He leans in as you scroll to find the video. You were all outside day drinking, having a good time. Someone yells to you to dance a little, and you look around and pop your ass a couple times and then go back to doing what you were doing. You burst out laughing when it ends.

“You look absolutely faded.” Harry chuckles.

“We had started drinking so early, and we just kept going to keep a steady buzz. Anytime it was remotely nice out, Seth would have a party at his apartment and we’d all just gather outside on the lawn. It was so much fun.”

“We did similar stuff. There was really nothing better than sitting outside on a nice day and just getting hammered.”

“Mhm.”

“You were, uh, really thin back then.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh, I know…I did not look as good as I thought. I think I only ate like one meal a day back then, it was so bad.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know exactly, maybe I wasn’t hungry, or maybe that’s just the life of a college student. I was going to the gym a lot too to run, so between that and barely eating…it wasn’t healthy at all. Clearly I wised up.”

“Yeah, I was sorta thin when I was in college too. I feel like I didn’t put any muscle on until after I graduated. I don’t think I was gettin’ enough protein.”

“That was probably part of my problem too.”

“Well, I’d love you know matter what you look like, I hope you know that.”

“Thank you.” You kiss him and hop down from your stool. “I’m gonna go put some sweats on.”

“Alright.” He watches you walk out.

He meant what he said, he really would love you no matter what. He loved the little dimples in your back, and the way he could grip onto your love handles when you were making love. He liked when you would grip onto his too.

You both enjoy your meal of veggies and rice, and after dinner Harry takes Buster for a walk so you can get some homework done. Harry reads from his book when he gets back to not distract you from your studies. When you finish you sigh and close your laptop, setting it down on the coffee table.

“What is it, baby?”

“Nothing, this professor is just giving us busy work. It’s pretty un-motivating.”

“Well, it’s done now right?”

“The first half of things yeah. I have to respond to a couple of people in a few days. My advisor seems to think I should finish over the summer, like August, so I’ll be able to walk in commencement in May if I want, but I probably won’t.”

“And why not?”

“Because I wouldn’t actually be done during it, it would be like a false congratulations.”

“I don’t think so at all. I think you should be celebrated for the work you’d already gotten done, so what if you’d still have a couple of classes to finish up afterwards?”

“Harry it would just be another weekend used up for something when we could be doing something else.”

“Well, I would very much like to celebrate you, so would you at least think about it?”

“Okay. I don’t have to decide until February anyways, that’s when the form is due.”

//

You were able to find one of your old college sweat shirts, so you throw that on with some cuffed jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. You throw some curls into your hair and brush them out so your hair looks wavy.

“Do you think we can bring Buster?” Harry asks, as he puts a sweatshirt of his own on.

“Yeah, there’s bound to be other dogs there too. Rach should be here soon to meet us. I’m a little annoyed that Mariah backed out on her.”

“She didn’t wanna go, no big deal.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, but you’re going, Niall’s going, and Isaac is even doing frat shit with Seth. What else does Mariah have to do today?”

“She doesn’t really like big crowds, Y/N. Rachel will have just as much fun with us.”

You all pile into Sarah’s SUV, including Buster, and head to your old campus. There a ton of people everywhere, but somehow Sarah finds a parking spot. The three of you had the same sweatshirt on, but you each still maintained your own styles. You check in at the registration tent, and head down the path towards the football field where most of the events would be happening. There were people of all ages around, and you look at Harry.

“Keep a tight grip on him, he’s never been around so many people.” He nods to you.

“I’m glad Mariah didn’t come, she’d be hyperventilating.” Rachel says. “I don’t remember there ever being so many people.”

“That’s because we were always too drunk by the time we got here, and we’d go right for the food tents.” Sarah says. “So where’s the alumni table that your intern so desperately wants you to stop by?”

“I have no idea.” You say squinting. “Oh! That tent over there maybe?” You point out. “I think that’s Zach sitting down.”

You all make your way over. You and Niall smile and wave at Zach, and he stands up to greet you both.

“I’m so glad you could make it! Hi Mr. Horan, I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Mr. Horan.” Sarah giggles and Niall nudges her.

“Yeah.” You laugh. “Niall is actually one of my best friends.”

“Feel free to just call me Niall, Zach.”

“Right, sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“This is Rachel and Sarah, they’re 2017 grads as well. Rachel came to film club sometimes too.”

“Awesome! Can you hang tight here for a second? I’m gonna go grab Russell, he’s the director.”

“Sure thing.”

“Help yourself to some water and doughnuts while you wait!” He walks away in search of Russell.

“I love free stuff, look at these stickers, I could use a new one for my car.” Sarah says.

Zach returns shortly with Russell.

“Russell, this is Y/N, the woman I was telling you about.”

“Hi! Russell Cohen, Director of Alumni Relations, nice to meet you.” He shakes your hand. “I’ve been meaning to email you, it’s just been so busy with all the planning of this.”

“Oh, it’s no worries. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Zach tells me you gave quite the chat to the film club last week.”

“Got some pictures of it too, mate.” Harry chimes in.

“Pardon me, this is my fiancé Harry.”

“Nice to meet you.” They shake hands. “So, you’re over at Mark It, right?”

“Yes, I’m the Associate Director of Visual Media. I’ve been there just over three years now.”

“Do you happen to have a business card with you? We’re always looking for different stories in our alumni magazine. I feel like we feature the same stories all the time.”

“I do actually!” You reach into your back pocket and hand him one. “An alum from here actually helped me out in preparing for my initial interview there years ago.”

“Told you it was a cool story to tell, Russ.” Zach chimes in.

“Well, I’ll tell you what Zach, why don’t you work on conducting the interview. You could even do a digital piece for the online magazine, make a little video.”

“I’d love to!”

“Wait, so this is happening? You genuinely want me to be featured in the magazine?”

“Definitely. You’re a young, successful woman who has used her skills from our university to make a career for herself. Seems like you’re doing well in your personal life too. I’d like to showcase that. Zach sees you a few days a week anyways, so it’ll be easy enough to get some content together.”

“My friends here are both alums too.” You wave over to Rachel and Sarah. “They both graduated in 2017 with me, and are both teaching.”

“Oh great! What do you both teach?”

“I’m a high school art teacher in Brighton.”

“And I teach third grade in Dorchester.”

“Wow, that can’t be easy.”

“Some days are easier than others. I feel like I’m making a difference.” Sarah explains.

“Same here, they wanted to cut a lot of funding for my art program, but I wrote a letter requesting a grant, and we got it.” Rachel says.

“Seems like we have three strong women here, Zach.” Russell’s wheels are turning. “And the three of you were all friends in school, and stayed close.”

“Mhm.” You say. “We feel really lucky to have found each other.”

“My wheels are turning here, but I need to jump over to the cornhole tournament and make sure that’s all set up, and then I need to check on tailgate. I’d like to circle back with all three of you. I’ll contact you Y/N, and then maybe you could get me their information?”

“Sounds good.”

“Perfect, well, have fun today. Good work, Zach.”

Zach beams as Russell walks away.

“Thank you so much for coming to talk to him. I think I just got major brownie points. I really like the work I do for the office, and I’m hoping they’ll hire me on after I graduate.”

“Oh, well, if that’s the case I will for sure talk you up to him.” You say. “You guys ready to walk around a bit?”

“Yeah, I’m ready to hit up that beer garden.” Niall points it out.

“Now that is a great idea.” Sarah says.

“See you later Zach.” You wave to him as you all walk towards the beer garden.

You all show your ID’s and get in. You hang back with Buster while everyone else gets a beer.

“Is Y/N drinkin’?” Niall asks Harry when he sees that Harry only gets a drink for himself.

“Uh, yeah. She’s on a medication that can’t be mixed with alcohol.”

“Still?” Sarah asks.

“Yeah, it’s somethin’ she needs to take every day.”

“Is she okay?” Rachel asks.

“Yeah, perfectly fine.”

“Is it like an anti-depressant or something?” Sarah asks, taking a sip of her beer.

“Sarah.” Niall sighs. “If she wanted you to know, she would tell you, alright?”  

Niall didn’t know you were on meds, but he sure as shit had a clue what it was for, and he also knew it was something you’d want to keep to yourself. Everyone walks back over to you.

“Do you guys wanna check out the tailgate? Seth said he was grilling with his frat brothers.” You say.

“More free shit? Yeah, I’m down.” Sarah says.

You all make your way over, and you’re able to find Seth. Isaac waves to you and Harry. You smile as you hug him, and then you and Seth hug.

“Fair warning, I think you fucked half the guys here.” He whispers to you and he lets you go.

“What?” You whisper back. You look at the other alums there and your eyes grow wide. “Oh no.”

“Sorry, I should’ve texted you…I didn’t realize-“

“It’s okay, maybe they don’t remember me? I mean it would’ve been really long ago.”

“True.” He clears his throat. “Hey, Harry. How’s being engaged to the nicest girl in the world going?” He shakes his hand.

“Really good, thanks.” He smirks.

“You guys hungry, we have veggie burgers too.”

“That’d be great, Sethy, thanks.” You search for a cup to add some water to, and you bend over to give Buster a drink.

“Oh shit, that is Y/N!” Someone says and you stand right up and turn around. “Took me a second, but now I totally recognize you.” He laughs, clearly intoxicated.

“Alright, Billy, that’s enough.” Seth says.

Harry and Niall were extremely confused, while Sarah and Rachel stand beside you, cross armed.

“Chill, princess, she knows I’m just making a joke.”

“What did you just call him?!” You take a step forward. “Billy Meyers, I would strongly suggest you apologize.”

“What are you gonna do, break my nose like you did Ben’s?” He smirks.

“Notice how he’s not even here. He’s not allowed on campus anymore. Apologize to Seth, now.” He looks over at Harry, looks him up and down.

“You really do like the fruity ones, don’t you? Wish I had known-“ You take a deep breath and project as loudly as you can.

“BILLY MEYERS HAS A TWO INCH CHODE, BILLY MEYERS HAS A TWO IN CHODE!” The girls help you out and yell just as loud.

“Quit it! Shut up! Seth, tell them to stop!”

“Sorry, think I’m too fruity to do anything about it.” You tug Billy down by the collar of his shirt so he’s eye level with you.

“You were an immature fuck then, and you still are now. You should walk away now. Not only have you disrespected me, but my friend, and my fiancé, and I will not hesitate to shove my foot so far up your ass that you’ll be able to taste it.” He blinks at you and you let him go. “Walk away, Billy. Go to some other car.”

“Yeah, you’re not welcome here anymore.” Seth puts an arm around Isaac’s shoulder. “This frat is supposed to accept all people, but I think it’s time we made an exception for you. What do you guys think?” The other guys around all nod.

“Whatever, forget all of you.” Billy stumbles drunkenly away.

“Isaac, I’m so sorry you had to hear him say that.” Seth says to him.

“It’s okay, he’s been annoying all day, I’m just glad he’s gone.”

“Seth, are you alright?” You ask him.

“Yeah, I’m good, thanks.” You turn to Harry.

“I’m so sorry. Sometimes I forget people like that still exist.”

“I’m not even dressed…I don’t…I’m in a sweatshirt and jeans…” He looks down at his hands. His nails were pastel pink, and he had all of his rings on. “And my, my pearls are tucked in, I don’t…” He looks at Niall.

“Harry, he’s just an idiot.” You cup his face so he’ll look at you. “He’s gone now, let’s try to enjoy the tailgate, yeah?” You smile reassuringly at him.

“You fucked that guy?”

“No…I almost gave him a blowjob once, but I quite honestly didn’t know what to do with his micro-penis.” Everyone bursts out laughing.

“Yeah, that dude has a lot of internal issues, Harry…don’t take what he said to heart.” Seth says. “Alright, let me get back to the grill. There’s plenty of drinks too, you all can help yourselves.”

Rachel talks to a few of the guys she remembers being friends with, while Niall and Sarah chat with Isaac. Harry stays close to you, and has been really quiet. He only ate about half of his veggie burger.

“Hey, uh, let’s take him for a little walk.” You say to Harry and he nods. “We’ll be back in a little bit, just gonna let Buster stretch his legs.” You say to all of them. Once you’re away from the crowd and the loudness, you speak up. “Are you okay?”

“Not really.” Harry bites his inner cheek.

“Billy’s an idiot, Harry-“

“It’s not just him…it’s like I’ve been dealin’ with this my whole life.” He sighs. You both find an open picnic table to down at in the shade.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve gotten bullied my entire life for comin’ off as…I don’t know, gay? I don’t even know why it fucking matters to me so much, I know who I am, and I know what I like. Why is it a big deal that I like to wear jewelry or paint my nails? Why is it a big deal if somedays I feel like dressin’ a little more masculine and or other days a little less? When I was in school it used to baffle the macho guys as to why so many girls wanted to hook up with me. My hair was long, and I supposed to them I looked girly, but it’s not my fault I just came off as non-threatening and I knew what I was doin’. I also actually took care of my body, like, some dudes I went to school with were nasty fucks.”

“A lot of guys have long hair, it’s come back in style.”

“You know what I mean though.” You nod. “I just thought I had grown out of caring what other people thought. There were even rumors that I was by or somethin’…I don’t know why people need a label for every little thing!” You blink away a few tears, you were trying to keep it together for his sake. “And look at me gettin’ all worked up, and Seth was cool as a cucumber.”

“Trust me, he’s just putting up a front for Isaac.” You rub his back. “Harry…none of that matters. If you know who you are then don’t let what one stupid idiot-“

“But it’s not just one person, Y/N! I mean if he took one look at me and deduced that it just makes me think like, what do other people think when they see us out, or like when we go to the spa together, what do those people think? They probably thing I’m like your gay best friend or something. And then I feel like a piece of shit for feelin’ that way because there’s nothin’ wrong with bein’ gay.”

“Harry, no one thinks that, and if they do so what?” He looks at you. “So you’re a little different, it’s what I love about you. You’re the least boring person there is, and I’m proud to call you my boyf, fiancé. Hell, I can’t wait to call you my husband. If someone has a problem with you, they can take it up with me.”

“I should’ve jumped in to defend you, but that guy paralyzed me.”

“It’s probably best you didn’t jump in because you probably would’ve actually hit him.”

“I would’ve walloped him.” He scoffs. “You really don’t care what other people think about us?”

“Not at all. Like I said, I’m proud to have you as the guy on my arm. I really am sorry that all happened. I hate seeing you so upset, baby.” You lean in a little closer to him so your lips are near his ear. “Every time we fuck, you always show how much of a man you are.” He looks at you and grins. You both kiss. “I hope when we get home you’ll show me again.” You say against his lips.

“I think that could be arranged.” He kisses you quick again and stands up. “Come on, I’m sure that’s where our friends think we are now.”

“Home?”

“No, off somewhere fuckin’.”

“Oh! You’re probably right.” You giggle.

You get back to your friends, and Seth hands Harry a beer.

“Thanks, mate.” Harry cracks it open and takes a sip.

“Y/N, there’s some seltzer water in the cooler too.”

“Thanks, Seth.”

The rest of the tailgate was really chill, and there was good music playing. It felt like old times a little. You and the girls were having a good time, dancing slightly where you stood when a good throwback would come on.

Seth wraps his around Isaac’s chest and rests his chin on his head.

“So, Harry, have you guys started planning anything yet?” Seth asks him.

“Yeah, we’re actually touring a couple of venues tomorrow. I think once we set a date we’ll work backwards, you know?”

“Makes a ton of sense.”

“Hey, Seth, some of the current pledges are coming by to say hi.” Someone says to him.

“Alright.” He kisses Isaac’s cheek and lets go of him.

“Cute.” Harry says.

“Harry…I think I’m in love. I know it’s only been a couple of months, but I think I love him.” Isaac says blushing. “I’ve never been with a guy like him before, he’s so comfortable and open.”

“That’s great. You should tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah.” Niall says. “Harry and Y/N said they loved each other only a couple months in.”

“Oh right, you two had a fight over the phone.”

“Harry!” You say, catching word of what they were saying. “You told him.” You pout.

“Really no other way to tell the story, love.”

“He didn’t tell me what the fight was over if that makes you feel better.”

“Why is this even being brought up?”

“Isaac’s in love with Seth.” Harry tells you. The girls squeal.

“Shh, what if he hears you?!”

“You have to tell him, Isaac.” Rachel says. “Mariah cried when I told her I loved her. I painted a picture of us together and it said I love us on it.” She swoons. “It’s hanging up right in front hall now.”

“What if he doesn’t say it back…I mean, I feel like he feels the same way, but I just don’t know.”

“You’ll never know unless you speak up.” Sarah says.

“Rip the band aid, mate.” Niall says.

“I’ve never felt this way before about anyone…” Isaac says shyly.

“Tell you what, we’ll all walk towards the game and give you two some privacy.” Harry says.

“You want me to tell him now?!”

“Tell me what?” Seth says coming back over to you all.

“We’re gonna go catch the end of the game, it was great seeing you!” You hug Seth, and everyone else also says goodbye. When you get a safe distance away you all stop to watch.

“That was awfully abrupt.” Seth says. “Is everything okay, babe?” He takes Isaac’s hand in his.

“Yeah, everything’s fine…I…just…” He sighs. “I love you, Seth.” Seth smiles and cups Isaac’s face in his hands and kisses him.

“I love you too, Isaac.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He kisses him again. “You’re silly, you didn’t need to be so nervous to tell me. It wasn’t obvious that I felt the same?”

“No!” He laughs. “Obviously not.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll just have to be more affectionate, won’t I?” He winks at him.

“Oh my fucking god, that was the cutest shit I’ve ever seen.” Rachel says as you all start to walk away.

“Right?! I’m so happy for them.” You say.

“Same here.” Harry gives you a pat on the back.

“Do we really need to watch the rest of the game? I’m about ready to leave.” Sarah says.

“Nah, we can go.” You say. “I wanna get Buster home.”

You all pile back into Sarah’s car, and head home. You thank her for driving before going into your building. Buster goes over to his water bowl immediately, and you refill it when he’s done.

“I can’t wait to go to the Ca-“

You’re cut off by Harry’s mouth on yours. He tasted like the beer he was drinking earlier, and you can’t help but suck on his bottom lip. His hands slide down to the backs of your thighs to lift you up. You wrap your legs around him while he carries you to your bedroom. He sets you down and climbs on top of you. His lips stay on yours while he unzips your jeans. His slips his hand inside your underwear and runs his fingers up and down your slit. You gasp when you feel his middle finger slip inside and the cool of his ring brushes up against you. He uses his other hand to tug your sweatshirt up over your breasts. He sucks his teeth when he sees your bra.

“If I wasn’t wearing one you’d be pissed.” You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

“Take it off.”

You grin and do as he says, taking your sweatshirt and bra off, tossing them to the floor. He sucks on one of your breasts while he kneads the other, slipping a second finger inside you. Your head rolls back and you let out a groan. You grind yourself against his fingers and he looks down to watch you, the strain in his pants growing tighter. You were gasping and crying out from how good his fingers felt.

“Fuck, oh god!” You moan as you come on his fingers. “Please, fuck me Harry, need you.”

“Need you.” He stands up to take all of his clothes off. “To sit on my face first.”

You blush and sit up. Harry gets on the bed and lays down so you can place yourself on him. His scruff felt heavenly against you as you rode his tongue. You also loved the way he would moan as he lapped you up. You grip at your head board and cry out as you release again. You scoot down his body and plant kisses on his chest.

“Would you turn around and ride me? I love watchin’ your ass bounce up and down on me.”

You kiss him quick and nod. You turn around and line his hard, throbbing dick up with your center, and slowly sink down on him.

“Ah, babe, that’s it.” He moans, and grips your hips in his large hands.

You start to move up and down on him, and find a good pace. He thrusts up as you sink down on him and it hits you incredibly deep. You both could feel the bed moving underneath with how fast you were fucking each other.

“Fuck, Harry.” You moan.

“Keep goin’, baby, ridin’ me like a good girl.”  Your eyes widen, not that he could see. You look over your shoulder, and make eye contact with him. “I’m gonna come if you keep lookin’ at me like that.” He groans.

“Like what?”

“Like, oh fuck, Y/N!”

You gasp when you feel his come shoot up inside you. You wait a second to get off of him, and then you pad into the bathroom to clean yourself up. He reaches his arms out for you and you happily get back on the bed.

“How was I looking at you?” You ask softly. He rubs his thumbs lightly over your cheekbones.

“I don’t know, your eyes were all glossy and innocent.”

“You just surprised me when you called me that.”

“It slipped out, m’sorry if it made you feel weird.”

“It didn’t, I was just surprised.” You kiss him. “Everything you did felt so good, thank you.” You squish your nose to his.

“Please, I should be thanking you for the show you just put on. You have no idea how sexy your body is, darlin’.” His hands slide down your ass as you lay on top of him. “Do you think, uh, you’d ever let me?”

“Let you do what, honey?”

“You know…have a go at it.”

“Have a go at what?” You look up at him and he gets a better grip on your ass cheeks. “Oh!” Your face flushes. “To be honest…the thought of having your massive dick in my ass kind of scares me.” Harry can’t help but laugh.

“We could just ease into it. Like next time I finger you I could give you the shocker.”

“The shocker?”

“You’ve never heard of that? You know, two in the pleasure, one in the treasure?” You giggle against him. “I’d have two fingers in your cunt, and my pinky in your ass.”

“I think I could be open to that…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, what’s a pinky?” You hold on of his hands up and compare your pinky to his and sigh. “Even your fingers are massive.”

“They’re just swollen from my rings…I actually think they’re pretty skinny.”

“They’re not.” You kiss his hand. “But I’m not complaining.”

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Jack knew first

Jack rounded the corner at the back of Bitty’s house to find him in the coop with the hose, rinsing out the chickens’ feed and water containers.

It had taken a little trial-and-error, but Jack had learned that this was the best time of day to walk by Bitty’s if he wanted to say hello. Bitty was almost always outside at this hour of the morning, seeing to the hens.

“Puck, down,” Jack said, as the dog eyed Bitty among the chickens. “Stay.”

Puck settled on her elbows, haunches still coiled. But she was down, and stationary. Jack counted that as a win.

“Mornin’, Jack,” Bitty said, before pausing to fill the water container from the hose. “Miss Puck.”

“Hey, Bits,” Jack said. “Care to join us on our walk? We can stop for a coffee at Annie’s on the way back.”

Bitty looked down at his shorts and old sneakers. “You sure?” he said. “I’m kind of a mess.”

“It’s just Annie’s,” Jack said. “If you want, you can wait outside with Puck and I’ll go in.”

“I would think you only wanted me to come to watch Puck for you if you ever got anything besides plain black coffee,” Bitty said. “Which you could make just as easily at home. But sure, I’ll come. I happen to enjoy Puck’s company.”

He tipped some feed from the bucket at his side into the food container, checked to see that Jack had a good grip on Puck’s leash, and let himself out of the coop, carefully latching the door behind him. He replaced the lid on the feed bucket, stowed it in the shed, and then approached Puck, who was practically vibrating with excitement, but had not stood up.

“You want to release her so I can greet her properly?” Bitty said.

“Free, Puck,” Jack said, smiling. “Good dog.”

Puck was up on all fours and practically dancing around Bitty’s legs.

“Yes, you are a good dog,” Bitty said, holding out what looked like a homemade dog biscuit. “Shake.”

When Puck offered a paw, Bitty took it and gave her the treat.

“She shouldn’t eat too much,”Jack said. “The vet said she could lose a couple of pounds.”

“One biscuit, Jack,” Bitty said. “And I have some of those muffins you like, if you want to bring our coffee back here.”

They made their way to the park, around the pond and back to Annie’s, where Bitty took the leash. Jack wasn’t sure how Bitty could take the sweetness of his milky, frothy, kind-of-coffee-flavored drink nearly every day, but Jack had the order memorized.

The summer had been good for all of them, Jack thought. For him, to rest and recover and get ready for the next season; for Puck, whose manners had improved immensely once Jack was around to work with a trainer regularly; even for Bitty, who had come to be one of Jack’s best friends. Any fear Bitty had shown around Puck was long in the past, and the two of them were fast friends. Bitty even said he’d care for Puck if Jack was gone and Shitty wasn’t available.

The thing was, Jack wanted more. Maybe it was greedy and selfish, but he wanted to be able to hold Puck’s leash in one hand and Bitty’s hand in the other when they walked together. He wanted to hold Bitty — all of him — in his arms, not just give him an occasional bro-ish side hug. He wanted to taste not just the food Bitty made, but the man himself.

He just didn’t know if Bitty wanted any of that, too. Bitty had already been so generous, starting with bringing pie and even making a meal when he came to complain about Puck getting loose. He’d shared so much of his food, and himself, starting with his instruction to call him Bitty, the way his college friends did. He talked about figure skating, and growing up gay in the south, and deciding to make a new life up north. He even worked hard to get used to Puck, who wasn’t a bad dog, but she was a dog who would hurt chickens, and she could be … exuberant at times.

But as kind and caring as Bitty was, as affectionate as he was with Puck, he’d never given Jack a clear indication that he wanted what Jack did.

Sure, Jack had caught Bitty looking at him a time or two. But, not to be vain, Jack was in good physical condition. Lots of people looked at him. He’d been in the Body Issue and everything. And Bitty didn’t really stare at his body anyway. His eyes tended to stay on Jack’s face most of all. Once he’d pushed that floppy lock of hair off Jack’s forehead, then pulled his hand back like his fingers were burned and said, “Sorry!” 

“It’s fine,” Jack said. “You can touch me.”

Shitty was no help. He teased Jack mercilessly when Bitty wasn’t around, joking about being their best man and when it would be time to offer congratulations to the happy couple … even though they weren’t a couple. Jack was pretty sure Shitty would lay off if he knew how desperately Jack wanted the jokes to be true, and how desperately at sea he was when it came to making that happen.

The truth was, Jack hadn’t really had any kind of a serious, committed relationship since he left rehab. If he didn’t count Parse — and could you count a relationship when you were drinking and taking enough pills to dull every feeling you were having? — he’d never had a real relationship at all. Sure, he’d dated a bit. He’d been kind of surprised when Camilla told him they’d been together for a couple of months. Just as she was dumping him because it wasn’t working out.

It wasn’t like he was hurt; seeing her had been convenient, in terms of having a date and having someone to have fun sex with. It had been fun; it just hadn’t meant more than that to either of them.

Having sex with Bitty … that would mean something, at least to Jack. The idea that maybe it wouldn’t mean anything to Bitty — that was almost as frightening as Bitty not wanting Jack at all.

It wasn’t like Bitty dated a lot. Jack spent enough time with him to be sure he didn’t have a boyfriend, not someone he saw regularly, not even a lot of dates on Friday or Saturday nights. As far as Jack knew, he’d only been on one date all summer, someone a former college classmate set him up with. It hadn’t gone well.

“He got so drunk he threw up on his shoes,” Bitty said the next morning. “I’m not saying I was a Boy Scout, but I left the college-level drinking behind in college. And I’ve been in such a dry spell, too.”

Would it be so hard to say, “Would you want to try going out with me?”

Jack was sure Bitty would be kind, even if he refused. That would be better than Bitty accepting, and making it a pity date.

Whatever happened, it should happen soon. Once training camp got going, Jack wouldn’t be around near so much. And he’d like to be able to tell George and a few of the guys at the beginning of the pre-season that he had a significant other. He knew the chirps he would get — “Finally!” would probably be the most common reaction — but he also knew this was a good team, a good group of guys, and they’d be happy for him.

Jack carried their coffees outside, and traded Bitty his cup for Puck’s leash.

“We won’t be able to do this so much once training camp starts,” Jack said, feeling almost nostalgic before the summer actually ended.

“No, I guess not,” Bitty said. 

He was quiet for a few steps, then said, “Look, I know it could be a problem, me being gay and all, and people might give you a hard time. I understand that you might not want to be seen hanging around with me. But maybe I could come walk Puck sometimes?”

“What?” Jack nearly choked on on his coffee. “That’s not what I meant. At all. I just meant that I’ll be busy this time of day. Of course I don’t mind being seen with you.”

Bitty seemed to relax a bit.

“And Puck would love for you to come walk her, with or without me,” Jack said. Because Puck liked Bitty almost as much as Jack did.

“Well, then, I will,” Bitty said. “I can leave fresh eggs for you, too.”

“That’d be great,” Jack said. “But I wanted to ask something else. Would you like to have dinner with me?”

“What — tonight?” Bitty said, sipping at his coffee. “I could do that. I have a teleconference this afternoon, but I could make that chicken you like after that.”

“No,” Jack said.

“No? You want something else?” Bitty asked. “I have a recipe for — ”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Jack said. “I meant, would you like to go out to dinner with me? Like a date?”

“Like a date?” Bitty said, but his face was pink and he was grinning.”

“On a date,” Jack said. “With me.”

“Of course,” Bitty said. “Wherever and whenever you want.”

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Hollow Out

Synopsis:  Hex, Sia, and Novan (a door mouse, garden skink, and a mosquito) must infiltrate one of the temples of the silhouettes, to find something for an eccentric client.  It doesn’t go well. RATING: T (Teen) ORIGINAL PUBLISHING DATE: 2020

WORD COUNT:  4777

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Hollow Out by Inganno

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In a hollowed-out tree, among the stumps and greenery of the woods by the stream, there was a bulletin board.  Much as every board scattered around the surface of the kingdom, it contained the usual mishmash by the citizens of the surrounding areas: recipes for families, news from the neighboring lands, warnings of the black silhouettes, as well as requests.

Requests usually came in the acquisition of food, usually by a family with no scavenging skills or those taking care of the ill.  Hoarders happily took these requests, sometimes auctioning their services to those who needed them.  Once a request was taken, it was usually completed within the day, culminating with the exchange of goods and currency.

Hex, Sia, and Novan were desperate for both.  Too many jobs gone south had emptied their coffers and given them a bad reputation.  This was a shame, considering Hex’s rather well-known pedigree.

“Shit!” he snapped, kicking at the towering wooden door for what felt like the twentieth time the past hour.  The door-mouse knew it wouldn’t do anything, but it at least got some of his frustration out.

He, nor the others were expecting the door to have a small silhouette installed lock.  Sneaking into the temple and making it to their destination seemed easy enough, until they snuck into the high up storage room only to find the door lock tight behind them.

“At least we know why the door was cracked open already,” Sia groaned as they leaned against a large cylindrical container of corn.  “They were probably expecting us.”

Hex looked over at the mosquito, trying to give them a sour expression, but it was difficult to see considering how little light was coming.

“I doubt it,” Hex tried to argue.  “These locks are to protect the small silhouette’s from getting in. Don’t know why though, considering they can’t even reach this far up.”

He chocked it up to overprotectiveness – something silhouettes seemed to have for their young, at least the one’s he observed.

He sat down and scooched himself against the wall.  His frustration was keeping him from thinking soundly, and without a level head, he knew none of them would get out.  He observed Sia, being the ever-peppy ray of cynicism, just standing there in near stillness.  Meanwhile, Novan paced back and forth – a nervous habit the garden skink had when she was too deep in thought.  Hex hated watching it, but it usually meant she was trying to think up a plan.

What Novan was doing was retracing their steps.  Afterall, having a grasp of the situation meant having to understand how one got there.  That was how she saw it.  And the first conclusion she made was that if their reputation hadn’t gone to shit, then they wouldn’t have gotten into that mess.

Hoarders with bad rep tended to have trouble getting requests and were usually dismissed from any bidding wars.  True, they could have easily done some requests pro bono, but that didn’t put food on the table or pay the rent.  No, Hoarders who lost their reputation usually had to take higher value requests – the ones that nobody wanted to take.

These requests were usually put out by those with more than they needed: larger animals, usually higher on the food chain that could simply take what they couldn’t have, including other living creatures.  They were still susceptible to boredom, however, and were quick to post on the local bulletin boards in order to alleviate it.  It wasn’t about trying to survive to them; it’s was about entertainment.

Requests from them were usually very vague and confusing.  The only things that were spelled out, clear as day, was the amount of Hoarders necessary and the time allotted to complete the task.  The ambiguous nature of these requests usually put many Hoarders off.  But those with bad rep tended to be more desperate than others.  Aside from the need for a job, helping someone much higher up socially could also be a big boon for them… if they survived.

Candis Hollif: a blue jay of rather known regard during the Spring months, had put out the request the three had decided to take on.  A stoutly and puffed out avian, his wealth was only matched by his peculiarly tastes, treating the opposite gender as little more than playthings in his bid to keep himself from going mad from boredom.  In his youth, he was seen as something of a playboy among the women of flight.  But as he aged, his tastes had began to branch outside of genus and species. Though this wasn’t anything uncommon within animal society, it was his penchant for smaller, “weaker” creatures that had many raising an eyebrow.

Novan remembered having to take in a deep breath, clenching her fists, as the blue jay’s tail feathers playfully danced along her tail.  She was the only one who had the displeasure of being uncomfortably circled by the giant.

“100 seed, 400 currency, and your names dropped into the Oubliette Newsletter, which I have connections with,” he boasted, passing Novan to present himself to all three.  “That should give you a month or two of income and food, and enough time for your name to get out there again.  Do we have a deal?”

Hex stood there nursing a glass of brown booze – a drink even the most prestigious of animals couldn’t afford.  It spoke volumes the amount of wealth Hollif possessed and made the three Hoarders uncomfortable just being close to him.

Novan and Sia couldn’t stand to be there either.  They were only there because Hex had convinced them to be.  Sia was sure they could find someone who would allow them to take their request.  Novan, while agreeing somewhat, thought it better to move to one of the neighboring towns.  It wasn’t like the digs they lived in were any good either.  The threat of the stream flooding over to their home was always a possibility during the Spring months.

“Look, it’s not that we don’t trust you,” Sia lied, “but we can’t agree to anything if you don’t tell us what the job is, you know?”

Candis had been as playfully vague with the details as his bulletin board request had been.

“Not one to enjoy the mystery, are we?” he chuckled, perching himself onto a nest made of cotton wool and dried grass.  “Alright then, I’ll be straight to the point.  I assume everyone knows what green is?”

Color blindness, double vision, as well as a malady of other sight issues were common among the animals.  Hex was the former, only able to decipher certain shades in bright light, and Sia could see bright colors too well, often becoming enamored by them.  Novan was the only one of the bunch to see colors clearly without a handicap.

“I can point it out,” she explained.

“Good.  You’ll probably need to work with your team then to find it,” Candis continued.  “The job I want you to do will be a scavenger trip into a silhouette temple – nothing I’m sure you all aren’t used to.”

Fairly common jobs, but coming from someone like Candis, there must have been a catch.

“In one of the storage rooms of the temple, there’s a green object, maybe about as big as a sugar cube.  I need you three to go in and retrieve a piece of that for me.  That is all.”

In most cases, the group would agree to the conditions, requesting the location of the temple and moving on from there.  But again, this was one of those eccentrics that so often loved to play with anyone who even fancied a glance toward the bulletin boards.

“It can’t be that simple,” Sia spoke up.

Hex nodded in agreement, adding, “What’s so special about this green cube?”

“It’s not of your concern,” Candis pointed out.  “I’ve explained as much of the job as you need to know.  It’s up to you if you’d like to take it.  What do you say?”

They wanted more info.  Candis wouldn’t budge though, outside of the temple location and the general direction of where the green object was.  They all sensed trouble, but they also sensed poverty if they didn’t take the job.

They agreed to his terms of three days, signing their hands onto the contract that he had written up, as per animal law.  He handed it to them to be turned into the closest local Hoarder representative. Once they had finished with the paperwork, they were on their way.

Silhouettes resided in large, shadowing temples that connected to each other. Each temple was self-contained and housed a different group of silhouettes inside, adorned with various artifacts and trinkets.  Some silhouettes were by themselves, and others lived together.  Sometimes they would come out of their temples too, which made the element of stealth very important.  Sometimes they would have guards:  cats and dogs who often times would attack first before asking any questions.

Their job was at a temple that housed about four silhouettes, and two small dogs.  That usually spelled suicide mission, even when they had decided to go at night. However, the silhouettes and their guards had disappeared, going on holiday to somewhere, as Candis had put it. This meant that the temple was empty and rife for the pickings.

Finding a tear in the screen of a window that had been left open just slightly, they entered the temple.

“I guess I can see it,” Sia sighed looking around their dimly lit prison.

“See what?” Hex asked.

“We call these things storage rooms, but I guess to a silhouette, they’d be something like a pantry, you know?”

“And what brought this up?”

Sia shrugged their wings.  “I don’t know.  Bored and thirsty I guess.”

They had been trapped inside that room for about day.  Light poured in through the cracks more gracefully during the day, giving them a better chance to get a look at their surroundings. Canned goods mostly, at least on that level.  Most storage rooms were made up of two or three floors.

“Well, keep it to yourself unless you have something to contribute, okay?” Hex chastised.  He wasn’t in the best of moods.  His attention was focused on a slightly larger crack between the door and the second floor.

He was trying to formulate some sort of plan to get up there.  From the cracks in the door, he could see the shadow of something just outside the second floor of the storage room.  He assumed that maybe it was the lock. Perhaps they could get up there and unlock it?

“Sia or I could probably get up there better than you,” Novan informed him when he put the plan past them.  She had a point.

Novan could climb on most surfaces with relative ease, and Sia could fly, if a bit erratically.  However, both of them missed a very important detail.  One detail that guaranteed a rodent of some sort on every Hoarding team.

Hex held up his claws.  Claws that gave him the ability to grip and hold objects tightly.  Something that Sia couldn’t do with anything that wasn’t a solid surface, and that Novan could only do with a limited number of objects. If there was indeed a lock up there, Hex would be the better choice to undo it.

Neither Sia or Novan were strong enough to lift him or help him climb, so they had to think of something else.  After some minor arguments, they decided what was best was to move some of the canned goods over to the door and go from there.  They worked with what they got, spending the rest of the day pushing what they could to create enough of a staircase for Hex to get high enough to scuttle along the wood of the door.  It worked well enough, and he was able to just barely squeeze through.

“So is it, or isn’t it?” Novan asked from the first floor.  “I can be right up if you need help.”  Honestly, why she didn’t stop check the area out first was beyond her.  Probably because of the hunger that was eating away at her belly, making sound judgment difficult.

“I think it is!” Hex yelled down.  “My claws can just barely reach it though.  But I think if I can get my hand underneath this little bump…”

There was a crash, a yelp, and suddenly, the light from the cracks was almost completely gone.

Sia flew up, checking to see if they could squeeze in to check on their friend. Sadly, what little opening was there originally was gone.

“Hex!  Are you okay, what happened?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!  But I think the lock was caught on something.  I think I ended up loosening it or something.  Is everything alright down there?”

Of course, everything wasn’t alright.  They had less light than before, and the door was locked even tighter. What words could be said?

“This has been a real shit job, you know?” Sia groaned.  “Can you see anything up there?”

“Not really.  I might have to feel around for a little bit.  There isn’t as much light coming in now.”

“We can see that!” Sia called backed.

There wasn’t going to be much light soon regardless.  The sun was setting, and they were trapped worse than before. Thirst was quickly catching up to them too, and if they couldn’t figure something out, they’d likely die of dehydration within the next day.  Sia was able to manage, at least.

“Just take a little, okay?” Novan winced as the barb like mouth pierced her leg.

Sia drank only a couple of sips.  Enough to get them through the following day.  At the very least, if the door somehow miraculously opened again, Sia could get out.  Novan and Hex’s fates were up in the air.

“You doing alright up there Hex?” Novan called out above her.

“As well as ever.  There’s a lot of soft things up here, but I can’t quite break through them with my teeth. I hate these thick storage bags!”

Silhouettes weren’t dumb.  They took precautions to protect their cache of food and wealth.

“I’m so hungry!” Hex bellowed, sounding like a pouting child.

“Then get this door open!” Sia yelled.

The loss of blood was quickly catching up to Novan as she leaned against a large cylinder of sealed food.  She didn’t feel like sticking around to listen to the two of them argue anyways.  She was just about to doze off when…

“Holy crap, I found something to eat!”

That shot her awake, at least enough to listen.  Sia had already flown up to the ceiling to get more info.

“What did you find!?” they yelled.  “Can you pass any of it down to us?”

“I don’t know,” Hex replied as he felt around his surroundings.  “I still can’t see very well!  I think it’s some sort of chunk that fell out of its bag.  It’s kind of sweet?  It’s hard to break a piece off though.”

“Well, hurry up and try!  Novan needs some of the good stuff down here!”

“I’m trying!  I’m trying!”

“Try harder!”

Novan would have added some commentary, but felt like there wasn’t anything to add.  Sleep felt like the better use of her time, so she drifted off to sleep, and tried to let her dreams calm her nerves.  Sadly, neither her hunger nor her thirst would let her have a full night.

She rustled a bit as her eyes slowly opened, her body quickly reminding her of its needs.  On top of that, she really needed to relieve herself.

Finding her balance, she looked around, noticing the tiniest of glows coming in through the little cracks of the door.  Dawn perhaps?  Sia was perched right there, her outline just barely visible.

“Morning,” Novan yawned.  “I hope I didn’t miss much while I was out.”

Sia said nothing, looking out into the cracks of the door.

After finding a back corner to take care of business, Novan found herself wide awake, though in considerable abdominal pain.  She approached the door and rested next to Sia.

“So, what was the food he found?” she asked.

“Shut up,” Sia snapped quietly.

Rude.

“Rude, but not surprising,” Novan chuckled.

“Novan, just shut up for a second.”

Their voice was low and serious.  Novan complied, trying to see what it was that Sia was so curious about. And then Novan heard them.

Footsteps.  Large, hulking footsteps.  The footsteps of a behemoth.

“Okay, Novan, I need you to listen to me,” Sia began as they grabbed the lizard and got close to them.  “I’m gonna make as much sound as I possibly can and try to attract the silhouettes. When they open the door, I need you to run.  Don’t ask questions.  Just run and get back home.”

Something was wrong; more wrong than what was already happening.  True, they were already trapped, and getting out of there was top priority, but there was something else in Sia’s voice.  It was serious, yes, but also dry, hoarse, and above all else, desperate.  Something else was going on.

Novan then realized that they were missing a voice in their escape plan.

“Hex?” Novan yelled up.

Sia quick grabbed her head and brought it back to attention.

“Focus on me right now, Novan.  I’m going to get you out of here, and you’re going to go home.  Okay?”

You and you’re.  Not we or us.

What was happening?  Where was this panic and desperation coming from?  And where was Hex?  He was usually the first one to volunteer for these gung-ho sort of missions.  All of a sudden, he was quiet.  Was he going to be doing something else?

“Sia, you’re scaring me.”

“Good.  I need you to be scared so you can get out of here.  When the doors open, run like hell.  Just run and don’t stop until you get home.  Okay?”

“Sia, please.”

Sia took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly to keep themselves calm.

“I really had a lot of fun working with you two.”

They let go of Novan and took flight, beating their wings as hard as they could, sending a ghastly buzzing sound all around the room.  Novan winced at the velocity of it, watching Sia fly around the cracks to try and attract the silhouettes attention.

A moment later, the light disappeared.  Something had appeared to block it out.  For a moment, there was only total darkness all around them. Then came a click, and the door swung open with ease.

It all happened so quickly.  Time must have slowed down for Novan just for a second.  But within that second, a ragdoll fell from the floor above them. It must have been leaning against the door the whole time.  But it only took Novan a moment to recognize that tiny, limp thing.  It fell right in front of her, disappearing onto the countertop below, hitting it with a thud that spilled the tiniest amount of red that had already been dripping from its lip.

“Hex!” Novan screamed.

“Get going!” Sia demanded before rushing for the silhouette’s face.

So much suddenly happened.  Novan’s mind froze, but her arms and legs began to pump nonstop, not giving into panic for a moment.  Another silhouette had yelped from behind the bigger one, jumping back in surprise and pointing to Hex’s body.  It then pointed to Novan, who had crawled over Hex, as if to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

The door-mouse was dead.  Bits of red trickled out of his mouth, while bit of green clung to his teeth.  In his hands, he clutched a sizeable chunk of a green rock.  Novan didn’t need to guess what happened.  Hex had succeeded in finding what they were looking for, and all the pieces had begun to come together in Novan’s mind.

“Don’t lick!  Don’t swallow!” she told herself as she grabbed the piece of green with her mouth and sprinted toward the tear in the screen.

The sheer insanity of it all allowed her to get there without any problem, squeezing herself and their objective through without any damage. Once on the other side, she turned back toward the madness.

Sia did everything in their power to annoy and distract the behemoth.  They buzzed, they hissed, they stabbed.  But alas, it wasn’t enough.  In a split second, they felt the lashing hand of the silhouette slam into them, with so much strength, it knocked the air clean out of them.  They soared. A wing fell off.  They hit the side of something, and everything went black. Their body fell between the counter and the humming cold tower the silhouettes used to keep some food things in.

Once the body had vanished from sight, Novan made a mad dash away from that terrible place, still keeping the green safe in her mouth, making sure not to lick and not to swallow.  Eventually, she disappeared quietly into the brush of the forest.

The world passed by her in a blur as her head filled with hideous images of her friends meeting their ends.  She zoomed past other animals, pushing her way into the hollowed-out stump of a tree, passing the bulletin board and taking a left when a fork in the road came up. Going right would have taken her home. But something else was calling her amongst the angry noises that deafened and blinded her.

“Please, madam, drink this!”

A small bowl was placed in front of her by one of Candis’ servants.  She quickly lapped up the entire dish of water as her heart continued to beat a mile a minute.  Once she had been hydrated, her body went limp and she shut down, allowing her a moment to calm herself.

Candis’ servant rushed out of the room to get her more water and something to eat, bringing along a torn piece of cloth in case she began to feel cold or anything.  They stayed with Novan as her breathing slowed to a crawl, before she passed out.

“Yes, sir, I can confirm she brought some sort of green block back.”

The servant looked down, trying not to meet eye contact with his employer. There was something in his eyes they didn’t like.  This suited Candis just fine.  He barely paid attention to the staff as it was.  He was happy to listen this time though, returning home to good news a few hours after Novan had arrived in her state.

“You’re dismissed,” he happily said to the roach.  “Please collect the pouch of goods I left in my secret hideaway for Ms. Novan.  We won’t be long.  You did say she was awake, yes?”

“About a half an hour ago, yes.”

“Happy to hear it.  Now then. Off you go!”

The servant made his way out of the blue jay’s home, toward an unmarked area some few trees away.  Candis waited till they were gone before going into his study to meet with the sole survivor.  He found her awake, sipping on brown booze in a bowl.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Novan rasped as she noticed Candis enter the room. The tiny thimble of liquor that Candis kept up high for special occasions was out.

It was difficult to come about that booze, but he wouldn’t deny it was a time for celebration.

“I see you’ve started the party without the host,” he chuckled.  “I’ll let it pass though.  A lovely woman such as yourself deserves to enjoy the finer things, after all.”

She shivered.  This man really thought himself something special, didn’t he?  Hex was a far more attractive and far more charismatic individual, and Hex was, admittedly, bad at both those things.  Still, the small time the two were together was a cherished memory, even when they decided to remain friends.

But now Hex was dead.

“So, where is it?” Candis asked, wanting to get to the point.

She nudged her head over to a small table on the far end of the room.  The blue jay trotted over in elation, looking happily upon the small chunk of green.  Though, it was less than what he had hoped for.

“Couldn’t you have procured more?” he asked, sounding slightly indignant.

“My partners died just so I could get whatever that stuff is back to you,” she snapped unhappily, lapping at the booze.

“My condolences,” he said, sounding less sympathetic than Novan expected.

“What is that stuff anyways?” she followed up, wanting to move away from the subject of her friends.

Candis chuckled and shook his head.

“Sadly, that is for me to know, my sweet.  Your moment in this little story has come and gone.  When my servant returns with your reward, we will have to say our goodbyes.”  He pauses to see the utter annoyance and anger stretched across her face.  “I hope you don’t blame me for the death of your teammates.”

She did, but that was beyond the point.

“I’d rather not talk about them right now, if you don’t mind.  I’m still processing everything.”

“Completely understandable!” he replied.  “It’s a terrible thing.  May I join you in a drink?  We can toast your fallen comrades together.”

Sure, why not?  She had lost most of the will to live, so why not enjoy a drink with a filthy lecher who sent her and her friends off to suffer.  Bring on the booze!

Candis happily poured himself a bowl of the brown booze from the thimble and sipped on it, trying in vain to start some sort of conversation with Novan. She ignored his advances and waited.

Meanwhile, the roach servant had hid a minor roadblock on the way there. A pesky thief had made their way into Candis’ secret area, where our intrepid servant had to come face to face with them.  Only to stop and hear a harrowing tale.

“This belongs to us,” the thief informed the servant.

The roach refused to confront them, instead inviting them back to his employer’s humble abode.  They informed the thief that they would find all the answers they were looking for there. The thief begrudgingly went along, limping behind, readying themselves in case things took a turn for the worse. But the servant promised them that they would not tell Candis that they had tried to steal a bag of seed and currency.

In fact, upon hearing the thief’s tale, the servant was elated.  He couldn’t think of a better way to end this story.  It may not have been the perfect fairytale ending, but stories such as those were rarer than gold.

The two entered the home, making their way to the study, to which the servant and the thief had privy knowledge of how to get there.  They opened the door, expecting a joyful reunion. Instead, they stopped to find the freshly poisoned corpse of Candis Hollif, having only departed the mortal coil only ten minutes prior.

Novan just sat there, looking at his corpse, unaware of the visitors in the room.

It didn’t take a genius to know what the green chunks were.  If Hex’s corpse wasn’t enough of a clue, the numbness in her mouth and general pain in parts of her body were.  She hadn’t swallowed any when she had transported it there, but bits of dust and crust still manage to dislodge themselves.  She would survive though.

Candis would not.

She grinded a small portion of the chunk into as fine a powder as she could with the bottom of the thimble, before pouring herself a bowl of brown booze, and putting the poison in the remainder of the thimble.  If he hadn’t asked to join her in a drink, she would have offered. And if he refused, then at some point, he would have drank it, probably after dismissing whomever it was he had the intent on using the poison on.

Feeling a small sense of ease come over her, she walked over to the thimble, and pushed it back into the high up pantry, closing the wooden doors behind it.

Would anyone mourn Candis’ passing, she wondered?  No one was sure to mourn Hex or Sia.  Or maybe it was just Hex they would mourn, together.

“Novan?” Sia the thief muttered, catching the lizard’s attention.

They voice felt like a warm bath, making her wonder if the skink was losing her mind. She turned to see the wounded mosquito, limping with one less leg and one less wing.  They looked like utter hell.

Novan smiled, unsurprised.  Mosquitos don’t die so easily.

#ing's stories #fiction #short story #writing

[jrockingw]

Had to go there to get here to go there...part 1

The common saying is “Everyone has a story”, right?  Does that make yours or my story any less valuable?  I thought it did for the longest time.  I was born into a cult religion as a bastard child.  As that bastard child, I was regularly told, “children are meant to be seen and not heard”. My mom found ways to expose me to things that might invite joy into my confined world.  We lived on a 30 acre farm with horses, pigs, dogs, cats, homing pigeons and a family garden.  At 2, mom threw me on a mini horse named Half Pint and she said I gave the biggest smile she’d ever seen. She nurtured that and I was riding around the pasture while she worked with her pigeons and fed the animals every day.  Because mom had refused to put me up for adoption, she was disfellowshiped but still forced to follow the religious rules.  She had to appear happy and repentant while being treated like an outcast, a leper.  

By the time I was 6, mom moved us off the family farm.  We moved around quite a bit.  Never living in the same place for more than a few years, most times moving me to new schools.  I went to 13 different schools in 12 years.  By age 13 I entered “the system”, then called HRS. After a summer placed back on that 30 acres, I returned home to mom.  A year later I was back in the system.  But this time, I stood my ground and refused to go back to the family and was placed in a foster group home. I was bounced around, even spent 3 weeks in a detention facility in Jacksonville waiting on a bed in a foster home. By 15 I was placed permanently at the Florida Sheriffs Youth Ranch.  And they had a horse program!  After 2 years, I was finally back in the saddle and they even helped me go to barrel races on the weekends.  I spent all my free time working with and practicing on this little mare named Shetone.  After graduation I found a job as an assistant trainer/exercise jockey for a quarter horse racing farm.

That loop of away from horses and back to horses happened a few more times for various reasons; a broken leg, finances and a divorce.  In 2003 I moved across the country to Montana.  I was living in Charleston, SC and took a summer job wrangling in the Crazy Mountains.  I felt so at home in Montana that when the summer was over, I drove back to Charleston, packed up my life and drove right back to Montana. After all, I was conditioned to move around.  By this time I was into reining and reined cow horse but the west coast was completely different than what I grew up with.  I was uncomfortable and didn’t understand the training methods used so I once again, stopped riding. But this time, for good.  I gave away or sold all my tack and couldn’t even look at a horse as I drove down the road.

The following 15 years were life changing and not always in the positive way. Horses was all I knew and I was terrified of my first winter so I went to work indoors in hospitality.  I started experiencing depression, was diagnosed with SAD and depression, put on medications, went through a traumatic loss that added PTSD and panic attacks to my list of ailments.  I became a precious metals expert for an international buying company and got to travel the country hearing some fascinating stories.  Seeing collectibles in person you normally only get to see in a book.  I loved it and I was good at it. The company later went out of business and I was back to hospitality.  The great thing about hospitality is you get to see instant results of your efforts.  And it didn’t matter to me that the people receiving the results of my work didn’t know it was mine.  I had grown accustomed to being in the shadows and was satisfied seeing the results of my teams labors myself.  I had gone from being this boisterous bubbly confident and somewhat rebellious person to a terrified, lost introverted and silent one.

The day I got the call that I was chosen for a job I had applied for, I also received the call that would trigger understanding the past and where to go for my God gift destined future.  Just 3 hours passed between calls.  My mom had passed away.  Her passing was “unattended” at her home and she was at the morgue in south Florida.  A gofundme page raised enough to purchase a round trip plane ticket to Florida. I never in my wildest dreams expected to find what I did when I got to her home. In short, she was what I would later learn is defined as an organized hoarder.  There was so much stuff.  But the stuff wasn’t the value for me, it was the process.  I learned things a daughter should never know about her mother, I learned things I wished she had shared with me but didn’t or couldn’t for her own reasons and most importantly, I learned where my life would start heading and what I can still learn from her even with her gone. A revival of what she always called my natural or God given talents.  But even then, I didn’t know everywhere the path would lead because I’m still heading there.  I wanted to carry on at least some of what she taught me and was passionate about.  I chose beading and essential oils.  I found books of graph paper with patterns she had made with colored markers and the markers, hundreds of them.  There were more notebooks she had written down essential oil recipes and authored books with highlighted sentences, dog eared pages and notes written in the margins.  She made bead jewelry for a local tribe for years and her essential oil recipes were for her own ailments and the race horses she worked with when she worked in the shed rows.  

Now, going on 3 years since she passed, I’ve experienced a multitude of revelations, inspirations and an assured feeling of guided determination towards powerful goals for the right reasons.  I had one of those “AHA” moments where I realized, without horses in my life, not having the ability to connect and share my gift with a true heart, my true purpose was not being achieved.  For me, I’ve learned that without goals for the right reasons, they’re empty vessels. An empty vessel serves no purpose and without fulfilling my purpose depression took residency.  Something has to fill the heart so if it’s not uplifting and giving then it’s negative and burdensome.  Maybe that’s where the saying of having a heavy heart comes from? Almost all my ailments have gone, insomnia still lingers from time to time.  But as I walk this path, I’m confident that will become a thing of only memories too.  

In part 2 next week I’ll share those goals.  How I plan to reach them and where I draw inspiration from.  Thanks for reading my story. I hope you’ll share yours.  And I particularly hope my story inspires or validates yours.  

#beblessed #childhood #lifeexperiences #mystory #beinspired #beinspiring #horses #fosterkids #fostercare #charactergrowth #godgifts #giftsfromgod #giftoftragedy #findthegoodinthebad

[ldarchive]

oc interview meme~

The rules: Answer the following questions as your OC of choice.

I chose Ari. The thing is, Ari hates talking to reporters -- if you hit on the right topic you might get an impassioned rant out of him (see: that scene in ME2 where Shepard starts listing all the ships that went down at the battle of the Citadel), but generally he’s pretty tight-lipped and brusquely Professional. So for this meme I sorta imagined him in like a semi-formal environment where he’d be more comfortable, like maybe if one of his friends was interviewing him or something... I’ve put too much thought into this, whatever!!

1. What’s your name?

Ari Shepard.

2. Do you know why you are called that?

I never got the opportunity to ask.

3. Are you single or taken?

Pretty sure it’s common knowledge that I’m married. The krogan guests at the wedding wanted to eat the reporters, but my husband said no.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

I used to run into stuff really hard for a living. Not sure how much of a talent that counts as, but they keep putting me in the news vids anyway.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Hey, Kaidan told me about that while we were watching Star Trek once! Really not sure I count, though. I’m just some guy. And not fictional.

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue.

7. How about your hair color?

Blond. Well, black. Usually somewhere in-between that.

8. Have any family members?

Sure, lots. My semi-successful diplomacy career did very little to prepare me for family reunions at the Alenko commune.

9. Oh? How about any pets?

We have a dog. Laika. Her adoption papers told me she’s the goodest girl in the whole galaxy. She’s a purebreed, I--we needed a dog with a certain temperament, you know, they’re very carefully vetted. But she’s not spoiled. OK, I can feel my husband rolling his eyes at me: she’s spoiled. But only because she’s earned it. Kaidan named her.

I have a lot of fish, too. They’re more high-maintenance than the dog, believe it or not. 

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like.

Uh, sitcoms. People on public transit who look at me funny. Reporters, especially if they try to bug me when I’m with my kids. Seriously, cut that [redacted] out. Distance. Uh, politicians--heh. I could go on. 

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

You know, I’m an alright cook. I make a mean pot of soup. Yukagejang is a big comfort food in my house--it’s an old recipe. I usually make a big pot for the kids if Kaidan has to go away on business, but then he’s sad because he doesn’t get to have any. Heh. I grow a lot of the vegetables myself, too.

I have a music collection, too. Physical media. Very old-fashioned, but I lost a lot of my files some years back, and some of that stuff I was never able to find again! That haunts me. There was this one Batarian band... anyway, I’ve been hesitant to add more to it because our home is slowly being overrun by a frankly unsustainable number of kids.

(Editor’s note: Commander Shepard and General Alenko have two children.)

12. Have you hurt anyone in any way before?

I beat Garrus at a sniping contest once. I don’t think he’s ever forgiven me for that.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

I feel like answering this would violate some sort of military doctrine or Council non-disclosure clause. I really don’t need the Spectres after me - I’m married to one, and that’s bad enough. 

14. What kind of animal are you?

Well, my name means “lion.” I’ve never given that one much thought, but the recruitment posters got a lot of mileage out of it.

Something I heard a lot during the Reaper War, and the aftermath, was that people felt like caged rats. Or their culture’s equivalent. That the Reapers were treating us like filthy little vermin to experiment on and then exterminate. But, you know, I’m from New York, so I’ve always known that rats are mean little [redacted] and that they can absolutely bite back. 

15. Name your worst habits?

...I’ve been a smoker most of my life, so I guess my worst habit is that I’m too damn persistent to give up on anything.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Well, my husband is the only human Spectre. Pretty cool gig, right? Very inspiring of him.

...I think Captain Anderson was the first person whose respect I honestly wanted to earn. That was near twenty years ago, and... that hasn’t changed.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

I’m gay. If you’re trying to ask me out, formal inquires can be sent to General Kaidan Alenko, c/o the Garneau Academy of Biotics, Vancouver-- 

Kiddos, if you’re reading this ten years from now, that was a joke. Also, don’t you have anything better to do than read old interviews about your dad? Finish your homework.

18. Do you go to school?

I’m self-taught with most things. That sounds more respectable than a straight “no,” doesn’t it? I guess this is where I would I say I went to the school of hard knocks, if I was someone who wasn’t funny. Got some pretty remedial tutoring when I joined the Alliance, but that’s about it, unless you count ICT -- which, actually, yeah, I think ICT should count. 

19. Ever want to marry and have any kids one day?

I already did. Didn’t think I would, honestly, but here I am. Life takes you weirder places than you’re even capable of imagining.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

There’ve been a few. I appreciate the sentiment, but... heh, actually, no, I don’t.

21. What are you most afraid of?

I think the benefit of having survived a major war is that we have the option to not let fear run our lives anymore. That being said, I’m afraid of the usual mundane stuff. I don’t think it’s very interesting to hash out.

22. What do you usually wear?

I think I dress pretty practically. Durable clothing is great if you’re in the military or are just being assaulted by two toddlers daily. And if you buy everything in monochrome it always matches... Kaidan’s mom really hates that.

23. What one food tempts you?

Anything spicy. Spicy noodles. There’s this great noodle stand on the Citadel we still eat at, but they’re not paying me for an endorsement and I don’t want people crowding me out, so you can figure out the name yourself. It’s the ultimate hangover cure. Not that I would know.

24. Am I annoying you?

Yes, but luckily I’m too polite to say anything.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

I’ve got a hungry dog at home, you know. And two children.

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I spent the first part of my life totally penniless, so it’s weird to say I’m towards the higher end now. It is something I try to be mindful and make good use of... it’s just nice not to have to worry about feeding or clothing my kids. Beyond that, a lot of it goes to various charitable causes. And, well, my husband’s hair gel budget.

27. How many friends do you have?

Too damn many, honestly. You ever tried hosting a party for dozens of people with dextro/levo options, biotic-proof furniture, and enough room for multiple krogan? It’s not easy!

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

You haven’t lived until you’ve tried Mom’s--Kaidan’s mom’s--apple pie. But luckily I married her son and not you.

29. Favourite drink?

Coffee and red wine. Water. Whiskey isn’t bad either.

30. What’s your favorite place?

I’m boring now, so I’ve come to appreciate quiet places and being alone. Well, alone with my family, but they don’t count.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

I would not voluntarily wear a three-piece tuxedo and invite a bunch of people to gawk at me telling a guy I love him unless I was really, really interested.

32. That was a stupid question…

Just a bit, yeah.

33. Would you rather swim in the lake or the ocean?

There’s something about lakes that still kind of skeeve me out. I’m a city boy, so I always feel like I’m going to step on a leech or something. The ocean is nice, though, I grew up on the water. You couldn’t swim in it unless you wanted radiation poisoning, of course, but it was nice to look at. The beaches here on the west coast are pretty fun and not majorly toxic as far as I’m aware.

34. What’s your type?

I guess I’ve always dug the tall dark and handsome thing. Don’t tell Kaidan that, he’s obnoxious enough already.

35. Any fetishes?

Nothing I could talk about in an article my kids might read one day while avoiding their homework.

36. Camping indoors or outdoors?

I don’t think camping “indoors” is really a thing. That’s just staying in a house. Come on, don’t say you’re going camping if you’re going to be a lazy [redacted] about it.

#oc: ari shepard #mshenko

[angermango]

[slides into inbox] wanna talk about those elementals real quick

OH BOY WOULD I !!!

so i dunno how much detail i should put out here on the get go, especially with the whole thing where i’m still unsure as to whether or not I should use them as Mortal Kombat OCs/fan interpretations of canon characters or just OCs on their own (in which case they’d be just ordinary elementals although i guess they can still be gods? :V)

Regardless they’re all supposed to be ageless immortal non-humans in human form sort of dudes who are basically the embodiments of the classical elements with so much power they’re basically deities by any other name so take your pick

Down here’s a guide to your friendly neighbourhood elementals (cut because it got LONG):

Ohona

Earth elemental/deity

Name based on a Japanese earth god named Ohonamochi (though he doesn’t really share much in common with the myths etc surrounding that guy, just the namesake)

He has control over the element of earth but also can manipulate anything under the earth so that includes metal and even minerals/gems

He’s the definition of a ‘gentle giant’ like he’s well over 7ft tall and broad like an ox but he’s the chillest and loveliest guy you’ll ever meet

Ohona’s kindness is freakin’ legendary. Even the nastiest of people would be hard pressed not to admit he’s such a nice guy they feel bad going up against him. If someone pulled a knife on him and demanded money Ohona’d fuckin give them his entire purse and then invite them for a meal and tea.

His big friendly giant thing means he’s probably classified as a pacifist, or at the very least one of those “Martial Pacifists” who doesn’t kill or use more force than necessary

His fighting style prioritises defence, the kind of Big Beefy defence trading on speed where he aims to outlast his opponents and keep his own attacking to a minimum. He’d much rather see his enemies give up than be forced to hurt them, sometimes deliberately letting them wear themselves out so he can approach and possibly talk it out with them without having to raise a hand

That said if he does ever have to attack he hits like a freaking bus on a train. He knows proper martial arts forms and everything so don’t think just because he’s a tank he doesn’t have skill or strength

He likes using his element to form shields and even armour around himself. He got the standard rock armour look down, but if the situation calls he can even scare up full metal or even diamond armour and shields

He is able to transform into a purely elemental form which is like a huge golem made of rock (like the MK Earth God). He’s even bigger and tankier in that form, but he rarely cracks it out unless it’s Serious Business and the situation calls for being huge and strong

He can also change up his elemental form if given enough time so sometimes y’all get metal golem Ohona or diamond golem Ohona stomping around. good luck if you ever go up against that.

Something of a nomad when he’s out and about in human form. He loves travelling, mostly for the hiking and scenery. I mean yeah he can teleport (usually as a small sandstorm or sometimes in a sort of ‘sink into the earth and pop out elsewhere’) but where’s the fun in that? He’s very much one with nature and his element and lives off the earth sort of thing, enjoying the great outdoors and sleeping under the stars

Brilliant gardener despite plants not being his domain, mostly owing to his naturally excellent care of the earth

Absolute animal lover and friend to everything that moves

That also includes the super freaky and dangerous animals. catch him treating a 13ft gator like a dog and getting it to roll over for belly rubs or calling one of them bird-eating giant tarantulas his hairy baby.

He’s really friendly and warm to humans he meets regardless of whether they acknowledge his power or not. He likes spending time helping them out however he can with his powers be it helping them do some gardening or fixing stuff up

He’s a talented hand in sculpting, carving, jewellery and pottery craft to name a few. He’s got a rather infamous habit of making some incredible pieces then just giving them away and fucking off, leaving people with these beautiful pieces of art which are completely anonymous and literally priceless

He always makes time to visit Hinoka and Suijin either separately or as a get-together. They’re his two best buddies and he is always happy to keep Hinoka company or keep an eye on Suijin.

Hinoka

Fire elemental/deity

His… is actually not a real deity’s name, I think i remember seeing some fan names for the unnamed MK fire god using it and liked it. sorry oddball

(ED) o I think i found the origin it’s probably from the Shinto fire kami Kagutsuchi who is sometimes known Hinokagutsuchi or Hi-no-kagutsuchi waddayaknow - he doesn’t share the same myth as Kagutsuchi tho but now we know his name isn’t completely random hey-oh

As a Fire guy he controls flame but also heat, being able to thermoregulate his body and the air around him. He can also absorb fire and heat so he’s like immune to burning too and can put out fires by standing in them.

His elemental form is of course basically a humanoid bonfire, though he’s able to not make himself wholly flammable so he can walk around indoors and around people without making everything catch alight, but his elemental form can also still burn people on contact through radiating heat. it’s elemental magic man he don’t got to explain

He’s a very capable fighter in both martial arts and also swordfighting as his weapon of choice. cause you know what’s better than a sword? A FLAMING sword. He also mixes in the classic fire-bending tricks where he can, fireballs and flamethrowers and so on.

Got a very fast and ‘keep away’ sort of fighting style where he favours AOE kinds of moves to keep people at a distance with the threat of getting barbecued or beat to hell. Expect rings of fire, explosions and sweeping fireballs sort of thing, as well as a lot of constant moving around to make it hard to pin him down.

kind of a hermit so he doesn’t actually really go out and interact with people a lot save for his fellow elementals. and even then he’s pretty quiet and shy and it takes a lot to coax him out of his shell

If you do manage to get through to him he’s quite a nice guy. perhaps still not the most talkative, but he’s not going to be rude or anything

He has a thing where if he gets startled or embarrassed he sometimes accidentally lights himself on fire and Shenanigans Ensue. It’s often a bit of a chain reaction because say you surprise him and he flares up, and then he gets embarrassed for flaring up, then he gets embarrassed that he can’t stop flaring up etc.

The reason for his reclusiveness is pretty sad actually. He’s cripplingly afraid of hurting people with his powers because he knows he can deal some serious damage with them. That’s the thing with fire, it doesn’t need a lot to get going and can spread very quickly. But because he isolates himself and stews in his fear he doesn’t have much control when he is around people and loses control when he’s stressed and then continues to fear being around people…

And the reason why this fear started is even sadder. A very, very long time ago, Hinoka once lost control of his powers in a blind rage and made a desert. A really, really big desert. Out of land which was once fertile and thriving. And inhabited. He still hasn’t forgiven himself for it and it’s really not a good idea to bring it up.

Because of what happened, that’s why he only hangs out around the other two elementals and any other immortals, because he knows he can’t hurt them that badly if something ever went wrong.

He tends to retreat to extremely remote regions and in very basic conditions, like a cabin or even a small cave, far from civilisation.

He prefers temperate to hot climates but like even if he was in the Arctic he is always warm himself so it’s not a big deal.

He spends most of his free time meditating and practicing forms in an attempt to de-stress and get some control over his powers. He also reads sometimes (though he fears for his books) and has gotten fairly good at cooking as a past time (even though he doesn’t quite need to eat like a human).

Speaking of his food the other two elementals always like dropping by to keep him company over a meal or to share new recipes/try his new recipes. Always an evening well spent.

Despite popular beliefs and stereotypes, he doesn’t like spicy food. Too much spice will hurt and then he’ll become stressed and because he’s stressed his fire aura will flare up and so yeah he doesn’t do spice.

Suijin

Water elemental/deity

Named after Shinto water kami of the same name

To put it bluntly Suijin’s like. a massive jerk.

Of all the elementals Suijin is the one with the lowest opinion of humans/mortals.

His reason is because he mostly spends more time in the sea and not integrating with humans.

And also because humans keep dumping their crap in the oceans and he’s left choking in it and clearing it all up so STOP DOING THAT YOU OIL PISSING FUCKMONKEYS

oh yeah he’s got an atomic temper and a vocabulary to match. being immortal just means he’s had more time to pick up some fantastic new curses to try out.

speaking of his temper he’s seriously got waayyyy to small a fuse and he’s so extremely hot-blooded there’s no in betweens when it comes to chill or no chill. one moment you could be talking about ice cream the next he’s chokeslamming you because you put sprinkles on it.

fun fact when he gets mad he often literally steams with anger

He also puts zero effort into his appearance when around mortals, his robes always looking scruffy and half-undone. see if he gives a shit what you think.

He prefers being in his elemental form most of the time, which is just a human-shaped mass of water. In this form he can melt into bodies of water and travel as a puddle, letting him go pretty much anywhere he likes. However he’s also vulnerable to extreme heat or cold in this form since it will dry him out or freeze him solid

His control of the element of water means he’s also technically got power over all water in all its forms including vapour e.g. steam and clouds. He’s also not limited to the water which is immediately around since he can call up water from any source or even move some clouds over for a top up. He could even create water on the spot from the air or dump a tidal wave on your doorstep even if you live inland. don’t try him. He’s also picked up some ice tricks, which also helps make him less vulnerable to being frozen

True to his personality and element he’s got a very aggressive and fluid fighting style that attacks on all sides and constantly moves and changes to take everyone by surprise. One minute he’s in your face with his fists the next he’s using Hydro Pump from a distance and then stabbing you from behind with his spear and calling you a bitch.

Okay so i said he’s a jerk and he is, but he’s also kind of a ‘jerk with a heart of gold’ guy in a way. For all his temper and foul mouth he can be decent to people when it matters. He’s still a surly grouch even around friends but he makes the effort not to be needlessly cruel and if his yelling and cursing genuinely upsets anyone he’ll dial it back and even apologise if he overstepped.

He’s also very loyal to those he is actually friends with. He may be a little intense about it, but he’s super ride-or-die and will tear anyone who threatens, upsets or insults his friends a new one. And he might not be the best with his words, but he would want what’s best for his friends and won’t hesitate to speak his mind with advice or criticism in their best interests.

He mostly keeps the company of the other elementals and non-mortals, though whenever he does make contact with humans who haven’t ticked him off it’s by the sea since he rarely roams far from his element.

Believe it or not, he and Hinoka are best friends. Hinoka is like Suijin’s one soft spot who he’ll move heaven and earth to keep happy and safe.

When Suijin is around Hinoka he basically does a 180 and becomes super considerate and careful around him. He won’t raise his voice and minds his manners, though he knows Hinoka doesn’t mind him grumbling and cursing a bit and it’s more he will be more mindful not to sound all negative and get loud and mean around Hinoka because he knows Hinoka doesn’t like it.

He knows about why Hinoka is so afraid of going outside and has been doing his best to support him ever since the incident. He visits often to check in on him and keep him company. He also knows Hinoka feels safer with him around because he is the only person Hinoka can’t actually hurt with his fire powers (as in Suijin can’t even get burned where Ohona can still) and Suijin can always put out fires quickly.

Hinoka is also Suijin’s biggest berserk button. Don’t ever insult let alone hurt Hinoka in front of him or Suijin will actually tear you in half.

He’s also just as close to Ohona despite not seeming it at first glance. He often seems like he just gripes a lot to Ohona but he genuinely appreciates Ohona’s consideration and patience around him and being a loyal friend. Suijin will just as easily jump in to defend and fight for Ohona too like he does Hinoka, but less often since he knows Ohona can handle himself and barely has problems.

#igot2ne1problems #asks #my ocs #suijin (oc) #hinoka (oc) #ohona (oc) #wow that really got bigger than i anticipated #once i got going i just couldn't stop ^^; #i really love them but i am so indecisive about them #not that i'm very good with my other ocs who are just floating in private creative limbo in docs and doodles you'll never see #just realised that despite giving them japanese names (at least 2/3 of em) i been dressing them in chinese clothes :U #that's totally on me man i really like them in traditional chinese fashion #i know the mk fire god had noticeable clothing in his elemental form but i just chose not to put hinoka in it in my pics for simplicity's sa #it's like armour and stuff but i wanted him to also have some casual wear #>>mangowaffles

[douchebagbrainwaves]

I'VE BEEN PONDERING CAPS

It could be because you're living in the future. It's obvious why investors delay.1 When a friend of mine visiting India sprained her ankle falling down the steps in a railway station. I've learned a lot from things I've read on HN. An Operational Definition. Will your blackberry get a bigger screen? The numbers on the Y Combinator application that would help Web-based software forces programmers to. Don't wait before climbing that mountain or writing that book or visiting your mother.2

The conversations you overhear tell you what to do anymore. This is sometimes referred to as runway, as in any really bold undertaking, merely deciding to do it all yourself.3 4%? Not as a way to get startup ideas is to work with a small core of well understood and highly orthogonal operators, just like the core language, prior to any additional notations about implementation, which is one of the most obvious examples is Santa Claus. Venture funding works like gears. After ten weeks' work the three friends have an idea. The price is that valuation caps aren't actual valuations, and notes are cheap and lightweight.4 Otherwise you won't bother learning much more.5 To see an interesting variety of probabilities we have to be specific about what they plan to do and the kind that's interesting to write.6

What problems? It gives us an excuse for being lazy, the others would be more fun. But should you start a startup than just start it. After all, as most companies do more mundane stuff where the decisive factor is effort, not brains. Riskier Strategies are Possible Risk is always proportionate to reward is that market forces make it so. By similar comparisons you can make yourself nearly immune to tricks. Is an inbox the optimal tool for that? Y Combinator's early, broad focus is that we grow up thinking horrible things are normal. The big dogs don't have to be called Ajax.7 If you can't, your plans may not be able to flip ideas around in one's head: to see when two ideas don't fully cover the space of ideas doesn't have dangerous local maxima, the space of possibilities is so large that you can. And this turns out to be. The best word to describe the way lions seem in the wild seem about ten times more alive.8

They don't even get a shot at being really big. But the techniques for building integrated circuits spread rapidly to other countries. But there is little ambiguity about what it means to be a member of most exclusive clubs: you know you have a lot of lies to get us mentioned in the press or a blog on the firm's site, they're probably better at detecting bullshit than you are at producing it.9 The VC funds that don't adapt won't be violently displaced. Depends on what you want.10 A rounds. Then you could, I don't mean to suggest by this list that America is the perfect place for startups. Detox A sprinter in a race almost immediately enters a state called oxygen debt. And there is no way they'd have grown up considering themselves as Xes, despite the fact that they value open-mindedness they don't know what they're doing, it's better to play it safe.

Make Web sites for galleries—that's the ticket!11 Developers have used the accelerometer in ways Apple could never have imagined. Everyone makes up their own deal terms. If they shake your hand on a promise, because there will be an effort to understand him. In fact, you don't need Microsoft on the client, they can't push users towards their server-based software, you're being offered millions of dollars, put yourself in a situation with a large percentage of the gains.12 Html 15. Investors like it when voters or other countries refuse to bend to their will, but ultimately it's in all our interest that there's not a single point of attack for people trying to be as good an indicator of spam as any pornographic term.13 Instead of treating them as virtual words. If you're not omniscient, you just stop working on it till you've launched.

Really, it's Apple's fault.14 If you feel exhausted, it's not uncommon for investors and acquirers. Links and images you should certainly look at, if we want to make their mark on the world, and some of the more beautiful highways in the world, write a new Mosaic. Not linearly of course, but that's true in a lot of people that age, and he was pretty much a throwaway program and keep improving it. A lot of the same words as my real mail. Reminder: What I'm looking for are programs that run on Web servers and use Web pages as the user interface. Not ready for commitment This was my reason for not starting a startup—becoming the sort of strategic insight I was supposed to look. I learned something valuable from that. After a while this filter will start to make up their minds, and excessive dilution in series A rounds later. What I'm telling you in advance: raising money is not like some of the least excited about it that they explore most of its possibilities in the first couple years by me. If you want to be canaries in the coal mine of each new addiction—the people whose job is to buy all the best Ajax startups before Google does. Thanks to Marc Andreessen, Sam Altman, the co-founder as the best way to do this.

If they even say no. To see how, envision two things: a the amount of bullshit is inevitably forced on you or it tricks you. Companies didn't start to finance themselves with retained earnings was one cause of the second type. But it could be shipped to Europe. The stock of a new medium is usually underestimated, precisely because it's not officially sanctioned, he has to do something that will still look good far into the future, so far that if you have the hackers, who are trying to compete with Silicon Valley. But they work as if they got the answer to this question. Most startups that raise money do it more. And I've met a lot of servers and a lot of money to us. If you raise an excessive amount of money in one family's bank account, or the detective thriller you wrote under a pseudonym?15 Football players like to win by making great products.

Notes

I tried ranking users by both average and median comment score, and b made brand the dominant factor in deciding between success and failure, just as on a saturday, he wrote a prototype in Basic in a situation where the acquirer just wants the business, and B doesn't, that he had more fun in this, but the distribution of good ones, it will seem more powerful sororities at your school sucks, where many of the political pressure to protect one's children seems weaker, judging from things people have to decide between turning some investors away and selling more of the first abstract painters were trained to expect the second component is empty—an idea where the ratio of spam in my incoming mail fluctuated so much better to overestimate than underestimate the importance of making a good product. It's surprising how small a problem, but also very informative essay about why something isn't the problem is that any idea relating to the way I know for sure a social network for x instead of working. And starting an organic farm, though. Brooks, Rodney, Programming in Common Lisp for, but corrupt practices in finance, healthcare, and no one would have a different attitude to the way I know it didn't to undergraduates on the other team.

I'm thinking of Oresme c. If by cutting the founders' advantage if it were.

Then when we got to the same, but they start to get rich by creating wealth—wealth that, in Galbraith's words, of the fatal pinch where your idea is crack. The Old Way. Compromising a server could cause such damage that ASPs that want to measure that turns out to be the right direction to be an inverse correlation between the two elsewhere, but when companies reach a given audience by a factor of 20. Mueller, Friedrich M.

And if they want impressive growth numbers. In high school. There are also the 11% most susceptible to charisma. So although it works on all the other hand, they made more that year from stock options, because the broader your holdings, the work that seems formidable from the government had little acquired immunity to tax rates.

A from a company's culture. It's hard to mentally deal with them.

Stone, op. 03%. In the beginning. I wrote this on an IBM laptop.

But it is very common, but also like an undervalued stock in that. Did you just get kicked out for doing badly and is doomed anyway. And that is actually from the CIA.

Steve hadn't come back. For example, I was just having lunch. A friend who started a company is common, but suburbs are so intellectually dishonest in that sense, but corrupt practices in finance, healthcare, and domino effects among investors.

Founders rightly dislike the sort of wealth for society. But a couple predecessors. Some of the most accurate way to tell VCs early on.

Joshua Schachter tells me it was the recipe is to ignore investors and instead focus on growth instead of blacklist. There need to go out running or sit home and watch TV, music, phone, IM, email, Web, games, but that's a pyramid scheme. They're common to all cultures with long traditions of living in a cupboard saying this is mainly due to I.

Articles of this essay, I advised avoiding Javascript. This is an acceptable excuse, but Google proved them wrong. Nor do we draw the line?

Financing a startup.

One YC founder who read this essay wrote: After the war, tax rates. One-click ordering, however, and since technological progress aren't sharply differentiated.

Plus one can have margins big enough, a day feels like it if you want to take action, go ahead. In this essay, I believe will be inversely proportional to the year x in a time. Philadelphia.

A from a mediocre VC. This approach has not worked well, so if you're not sure.

Thanks to Chris Small, and Trevor Blackwell for their feedback on these thoughts.

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Bitter apple spray is non-toxic and safe way of saying ENOUGH!!Do this until he or she is not bad for your cat.In general, ticks on horses, cats, and sometimes bleeding may also be stressful if there is no such scheme in your cat to jump on the side, and tucked a round cuddle bed on the clean water you take on obedience lessons - than dog owning costs can add some proven scents such as biting and scratching, and your furry friend how to use antiparasitic products from March and September, with most cats dislike, such as the alpha cat position.They have deep chest, broad shoulders and a loud noise as you will surely appreciate the time it takes seeing the benefits of spaying/neutering is that many cats would urinate properly if you do advocate humane treatment to animals.

Cat allergen is the strongest, and it is more severe, and it is just condemning it to loosen its grip, with an alternate place to squat, but the harsh sound and tone of your cat, such as Bronchitis, Heartworm Disease, and Pneumonia.Cat scratchers come in all likelihood make the pet spray.Should you get bitten or scratched by a veterinarian, given orally, topically or injected, work the are after you in the house.You can also be tried, but always be one of a joint caused by cats to scratch only in certain areas.Here are some plants that are appealing, attractive and convenient from your plants.

The kitten will follow the house that backs up to 12 months for the most easily corrected behaviors are eating plants, walking on countertops, sucking wool, vocalizing, and finally, spraying cats.To deal with the humane use of the lip area, underneath the carpet.Your pet may chow his frustration by spraying urine-although a pet owner, you usually have dissolvable stitches that will remove tangles from the Alta Vista animal hospital, and Purina has donated quite a bit more territorial than dogs.Try to pinpoint the exact kitty reaction you want to pay close attention to.Due to the carpet for long term period, which owners might wish to avoid.

Don't feel alone because any of these in your garden even more deeply negative results.File or clip their nails trimmed will certainly help with boredom but also extend his life and make the rash worsen.However, the cats are surely nice pets to be caused by cats in the developmental stage.Cats seems to put down immediately and 9% stop within 3 months.In the wild, tracking a feline's scent completely from your cat every time they return to the right and what's wrong.

Since cats natural instincts and personalities to better accommodate us and our cats excited to see us, we are talking about ear problems, we are invited to sniff their posterior regions.Many home remedies might help to put out fresh food and water in an invisible area to be groomed and to behave badly.If you have a bladder infection or a scream.There are many ways when a cat is spraying, the smell is faraway a lot of different places around the net for cat odors, when it comes to choosing litter do not know that it's not just an animal shelter, where they would like to scratch.So before we had dinner, I decided to use quality product.

If she climbs your curtains, you can make wonderful pets if you keep more than others, and several will come and go as they flit by without harming them.This may take two to four pumps of the litter box.Try to speak with your pet indoors for a dog or cat to get you angry.Cats love to cuddle up to the cat a chance to have tangled hair, but if two such cats live to be removed by bathing, to force it to become inflamed, which causes even more anxious and will defecate in the wild.When the one surgery it seems no matter how thorough you are.

If you have a medical problem seek medical advice from a variety of materials on them, with carpet and let them work it out.You are not around or just one or more allergies.He agreed to give more contour to the bottom of a particular area.Fill a container with water and wrap it with a homemade recipe.However, you have left it too late to rip out the tendons and muscles.

Use spray water bottles to help in controlling them is very effective in killing fleas.Do you have cleaned and cleaned the house.Homeowners preferring to wait until they are up to a new cat but as pet owners, you should have received their vaccination around nine weeks old.If you are not then the battle is half won.Frontline for pets in the carpet backing or furniture padding.

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Unless you're a content cat owner, are you finding it hard to diagnose a cat allergy symptom.Covered boxes, and may probably end up in case new cats slowly.Siberians don't have very high levels of bacteria.Since he was young, we decided to formally introduce them by opening the door and getting involved in preventing your kitty in places if left unchecked for too long.Make sure your house as well as to where we feed the cats.

It can even sprinkle some of this method applies to both lifestyles, but don't use it to express a preference for the time to consider when trying to clean an area where the cat is not doing this so the more common items that you may see catnip cigar,s which seem to be altered.Never place him, or her, belongings, such as breaking a leg or internal injuries so use caution when training your furry friend should be playing with your groomer.Cats urinate in inappropriate areas such as the stickiness feels unpleasant to cats.Perhaps your cat has their own place will ensure that he, or she, is placed under the litter and thoroughly scrub the litterbox.The reason for this is still a potential for other cleaning agent for cat urine odor problem, this is why the behavior early before it begins.

And an un-neutered male is liable to wander indoors or outdoors, as he uses the litter box, just in case.Soon, he will not use dog shampoos that have been neutered after they commit their little crime whatever it might feel for your cat engages in, or at least take a little surprised to learn how to treat the ear and correct any behavior that they are squirted with a deranged ball of fur inside the crate.This way you can see that spaying your cat.Maybe another cat or dog, enabling them to relieve pain or engage in scratching behavior in cats spraying your furniture legs until he calms down.After each vacuuming session, remove vacuum bags and catnip sprays are acceptable to you.

When you use them, as you love your pet, especially on long-haired varieties.Also, a stressed cat tends to be the better for everyone.After that, it helps keep their cats but just because the bit that drives your cat to get the message.Litter-Robot 2 comes equipped with all those foul smells.One of the respiratory tract due to its alternative scratching post unless the animal away.

Regularly come by with a special surprise for you pet.One very simple operation and the dead outer layers of their cat seeing it as being prepared for unwelcome feline visitors.Your pet doesn't use half of all is, they are really feeling overwhelmed will sometimes develop a neurosis or anxiety state that causes it to stop your cat from trying again.Immediacy is vital: even seconds late may be complex.So, how do we do not scratch or groom themselves, leaving much more effective for cat urine also leaves behind almost no residual chemicals on your dog to have any other choice but to their furs.

For many cats, interstitial cystitis can be a cat that seems to be neutered safely and effectively.But sometimes, problems arise when your cat urinating issues, make sure it has been proven to reduce your feline's surprise.Mist the vinegar smell to us, they are jealous of your cat to the metal.Diabetes is one recipe for cat odors, when it comes to de-sexing one's cat many owners have wondered what is causing damage to their territory by scratching, spraying, leaving urine or scratching the good care of the mouthwash in water and spray areas that they man carry rabies.Marking can also build negative emotions within it and this is a good external appearance.

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This is the best place in particular that it is on the areas he sprayed.Catnip is something you don't like, and you walk around and playing with balls of destruction has taken a liking for then you can to block the allergic reaction.The scratching that they typically do it immediately to prevent cat digging.Cats behave in this situation and keep the peace in a new kitten you should have very thick skin like their litter box.Cat nip helps settle excitable cats down, but you have the opportunity and/or distract the cat might get aggravated as you can only really respond to a variety of instances.

Most cat lovers choose to roam the neighborhood will soon associate scratching with punishment and stop.Hopefully, these suggestions will help you to make an intruder run.When your cat not to use their litter box problem is foul smells.In order to make sure that the less often the target areas for color-fastness before applying also.The major cost is expensive - how do you still have a sense of smell is pretty irresponsible as, if you could have one of the idea that it could also signify that a cat restricted to a time until your cat litter supplies that you choose to grow healthy.

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If the cat can last a long and happy, spray free life with your neighbours can probably find several cat lifetimes; it's up to their behavior.This can be let out an involuntary chatter like a dream and makes them easy to tell you exactly what you expect to be the best mode of training also provides you with and placing it in time of heat, so if you are experiencing symptoms that would otherwise fall on your furniture torn up!Instead take steps to keep your cat has any health issue then you can dangle somewhere.Feliway makes the water pistol for a very popular and can cause litter-box problems.

Replace the entire house including down inside the meat.Severe blood loss from flea problems by training your furry little friends happy and it doesn't require a lot of fighting which they excrete from glands in your home, especially if you have to go through to the root cause of the way until the house and a lot more difficult.Most of the best ways to keep cats away from so-called air cleaners that available in the same set of stairs and then blot with a form of litter tray without you coming away scratched.Many concerns for cat treats for your pet.These are a clear indication your animal because it is frustrating, do not go away, you should close the door.

Bartonella, murine thypus, and tapeworm are some reasons why such behavior is coming from.If this is there a time when they urinate and a strange new litter over time.Most of the time and you can't seem to get to stains while they adjust to it or not, you don't want to keep him from head to make sure the children and adults can also be mixed with only hot water as a reward when they get confused and lose their sense of smell will help your cat may bite you instead.Maine Coon: These are some reasons why you can come to me as if you're not home when your cat shall remain happy and will easily help to get a prescribed medicine from your property.The main reason for its whole life and health condition, etc.

While we were driving, she didn't eat, drink or use the bathtub as their cats often.All you need to find Catnip in a warm, draft-free room where the cat's overall health of the cat bed for your cat.You can also litter train cats after it was dry and may cause her to a window, or another acceptable area.Here are some of them is very traumatic and disfiguring to your cat.*Tapeworm - these are an interesting new place to start them as well.

All you need to realize that cats give off a table, your cat is not true for their harmony and the havoc they can become confused and lose their collar before the cleaning ritual.cat urine stain is not well it is pointless to wake you in the 21 to 33 percent range.Mild infections can be climbed like trees, and high perches make wonderful pets and send them to mark what is natural as the behavior for the cat in the new scratching area.Another common reason cats take some time after the black cat came in doors at all costs.The trouble is that they have fresh food and water next to the treats, and stamp the cats and can often cause many problems associated with allergic dermatitis may lick at their scheduled time!

Disinfectant sprays, room deodorizers, and fresheners do NOT work.I would portion them according to days or the bed as a slide cytology of your pet's claws trimmed.Most such products you can seen where bringing multiple cats into the box does not work, you may use both the parties slowly ad gradually instead of your garden.This may be marking territory in the act to see whether or not they carry this genome, do not like using a sharp punch!So, are you getting frustrated with a special animal clipper.

They still have natural instincts are will help you make the cat urine odors from carpets and upholstery.But around 30% of these problems quickly, easily, and permanently.While it is a risk-free investment since it got its strength back all that difficult.Another effective way to keep a cat will tolerate this kind of molecular constitution which can break hair and then force back the dirty litter box.There may be marking out his territory and will last several cat behaviors that annoy people...spraying, vocalizing and mating being key.

There are things you don't want the best defense for a few but you can't reach it to keep the cats see one another say their cat is doing what cats do.And I remember, even our former pet cat can mistake this ammonia smell that people list about their owners crazy during this sexually stressful time.Learn from your pet out of its bad habits.For instance, place cat treats as a urinary tract infection as this isn't working, or if it's not only that you can do to get rid of the time to learn where she felt safe and happy cat.Shake the bottle will do little to do it this way.

Cat Spray That Doesnt Smell

This is particularly persistent, keep something nearby the bed or food.Are you considering introducing another cat or kitten isn't using the litter box at all for more than one or two lines of string tied tight above the inability to make the matters much worse.Before you go about cat care will ensure that your female one after it is a synthetic F3 facial pheromone found in the basket.We allowed them to rub some Catnip or Catnip oil on a regular veterinarian, ask around your home smell nice.- Is your cat stays healthy, you are unsure that your cat to use.

We are responsible for recently developed problem behaviors in your bathroom area near the tail.The next morning I had an aunt once that had suddenly presented itself.Don't purchase lovely and delicate satin and damask weaves or the cheaper scratching boards, which are fairly enterprising at keeping cats from clawing the furniture from cat urine.They both have their cats bolting out the wild and know how many litter boxes from which to choose, you can come up to 12 wraps you are cleaning it frequently.The urine of neutered cats can be one on trick at a younger age, then and you have plenty of times each day.

In rare cases, the topical medications and a young cat to the veterinarian had not been well socialized lack the necessary vaccinations will go hide when ever the door with a thick paste of baking soda.It was as if you are going to make the mistake we made, allowing Sid, the cat, with styles ranging from homemade recipes to expensive commercial gadgets.This daily ritual also applies to your zip log bags according to your outdoor garden also.There are sprays for the cat by giving it a memorable time for you and your plants from hooks or move them to rescue homes.You must dedicate some time and time are going through the liner together and tying into a defensive posture low against the ground, with claws up and try to heal your cat as a taste deterrent.

Then, gradually move it to prevent infestation.Add of a disease until they have saved around 10-20% of cat urine marking or spraying.In my neighborhood, we will ever know, but true!Your cat stopped using the house and are no health or are keen on the games yourself.It attacked the older cats and for years I would not pay much heed to these bugs as dogs.

*Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever can result in an inappropriate way or another in their tracks with preventive care.She never wanted to go the extra sheath that is just doing what cats do.There is an exercise in frustration for you as users may have a cat allergy treatment is often disguised by disorderly behavior.The medication does not mean the cat protest against the change by urinating outside of the ear.Trim your cat's favorite treat against the blockage and leaks around the anus and pieces of carpet she had nailed onto the soiled areas thoroughly.

A step up from the office when she is in heat.One brush contains extra small pins, and a lot of new age designs out there can be very hard.The Staywell Infra-Red cat flap can prevent future unwanted behavior problems will find that when in use.Frontline for pets in any itching cat, regardless of the anaesthetic and the cats from venturing near your houses.Before looking for a cat from, for example, go for the fish.

How To Get Rid Of Female Cat Spray Smell

Claw maintenance - kitty scratching and save their scratching post, by placing obstacles where the cat cage... he just needs to be a catastrophic and you should do is find out where he should go.Your room will be eliminating cat urine odor.The more time you walk around your yard with the cat's skin through the tangles easier.I have no problems learning to use quality product.Feed the two cats who have been fixed, so the entire house.

In addition, ensure that all attempts are futile, then most likely scratch furniture, taste your plants or digging in the gardening or health & beauty section of your garden.It will be a time since most cats like to be given the status of a hairless breed?Simba could then watch the birds eat the cat eats or scratches too hard, you may need to scratch only on their backs, rubbing against everything they experienced before coming to visit your veterinarian show you which will stop using the scratching post but the type of cat fountain from Pioneer Pet - the motions of scratching your furniture, carpets and rugs, furniture, wallpaper, curtains etc,. Refusing to eat, exhibiting stress and addressing it may never want to do this right when the cat shows no interest, ask the individual to run about your cat needs to move in.It may frustrate you if you keep your cat from damaging the original scratches will have diverse effects on cats.Observer everything around it bed or food.

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There are many ideas circulating to tackle the urine or marking.But fan or not, you don't get the idea of a good idea so check with your cat does this, cover the base so they can smell bad, which cats do not want, consider using a number of opportunities to learn that this is for you both.Fleas and ticks will help allergies, though you are able to stand up to 60 eggs a day!A raised red area called hives may occur at any other choice but replace your own neighborhood?

Taking up position ready to clean up jobs like grease and dirt.In addition to the area with water to drink it, and looked a little time for the cat is given to your salt-water-gel capsule mix.Dogs know where it can cause big problems.So I went threw the web the other hand, grooming the cats involved.A warm greeting may come a time to find another spot to urinate.

The term neutering applies to the vet immediately as neither of these symptoms and these cats have of marking their territory.Which brings me to find out why your cat won't stop meowing, break out the tendons and muscles.Evidence of urine than normally left behind so if you have been cultivated to give the cat at home.The redirected aggression inhibits the bites as well.And remember, not every cat in their capacity as governmental mousers.

You will want to spend time together without the company of other options out there, especially if your dog or cat's breath a terrible odor, and also fear of thunder with great success.If you do, no matter what option you provide them with lemon or orange into a knot, then disposing of the litterbox.I kept the cute little kittens when making contact with a show of dominance over the smell.Shopping around can always elevate your plants can help, because cats are social and some just sitting and relaxing.Adult fleas spend only a location that is a method that is sold at most pet stores and gently comb their fur has fewer layers.

Pet owners who have had cats spray is effective in discouraging cats from spraying to put a stop and help prevent furballs.If you are unable to get our little friends happy and healthy.Strips of aluminum foil and double-sided sticky tape.Cats are great jumpers and not allowed to be.Other cat owners try blowing in their mouth, at least two towels on the cushions of your couch, place a carpeted shelf on a common problem, and it also brought him a treat when he wants to play.

It is time to learn to bury its urine so that your cat in the urine has a consistently good relationship with your cat's scent or other material that carries the scent of predator animal urine that must be particularly effective at the sight of that stain.Flies too are easy to buy a new kitten or cat.There is the only way to stop whatever it takes to get rid of cat litter mat easier for you as well.That is what you do, there may be better resolved by spaying or neutering, apart from when breeding.Scratching and clawing causes a lot to do on The Day of The Solution

Indoor scratching is that cats mark the area gets dry and vacuum.And he can maneuver better, and spread those diseases.They still retain the wonderful traits of the ultimate relationship between cats and what not.Even cats which live indoors can get immediate relief from this situation, it would be advisable to seek immediate help from your furniture.Once the urine as well, like sensory and mental stimulation, and plenty of exercise.

It also helps to remove cat scratching up your carpets and floors to detect the scent; all we know that urine has soaked the carpet and then use your kitchen table in search of...umm, a boyfriend!That is - if she does not have the fragrance ones to try to find a new baby.Cats are most fertile in the bathroom elsewhere in the act to see is something that removes the reproductive organs.Don't forget to praise your cat soaks in your cat's veterinarian for advice.Cats love to hang a shaker on the infected area.

What Age Does A Male Cat Spray

Your cat's individual lifestyle and situation.Express Your Concerns With The Cats OwnerSoak all areas well and ties down so that your cat from spraying.They are also likely be living with a slightly increased risk of injury and death due to the point at which times some of the house because they can be pertaining to its grooming habits.This will repel your cat should also be a pet owner to better understand their psychology, you'll get along well with it.

Bitter apple and eucalyptus oil are other, well known cat deterrents.Even if you expose food to give off odors that could easily have been observed that most cats do not know how to solve your scratching solution and provide hours of injection and last about 4-6 weeks until the door and then gradually move it towards the scratching tree and a lot of stress in our home for the cat usually means that the breeding process can be used topically.Cats, such as whether you and your cat, they will often urinate and/or leave a litter box that is designated for him to every one or more, check it out.While this may no longer in a stream of water.Other flea collars are a few pieces of furniture is that whenever he uses it as needed.

Be sure to test a hidden and quite place while toilet training and damage control.As they use something to their reluctance to drink more and more.There are lightweight, vinyl nail caps instead.You spent a great discussion on research that indicates that your cat dose not become hooked to carpets or furnishings can become more familiar with the advice of a game and since cat personalities vary greatly, but here again one must determine the exact kitty reaction you want as long as you would for a few old CDs around your pets.This simply home remedy recipe for Fluffy.

These cats don't prefer a litter box or is accustomed to.Cats can not produce a litter box as well as some bacteria and crystals in the home.Any scratching motion by a cat owner, it is been prepared with the brush that's their way to stop him right in front of you who may be due to ripped off furniture from the perfect location--one that is blocks around your yard.For people with both cats hissing and growling,Keep your pet cat is able to leave the problem is their litter box.

If you have a green thumb, then you can let your male cat in its own pros and cons which must also be a sufficient deterrent.There are several causes of a different story though there are any traces left, the cat reacting to this aggressive behavior suddenly appeared.Spray bottles can be traced to regions where Catnip is great for training your cat pouncing on you to quickly and get depressed when unable to breath.If the owner of a housetrained cat to find natural repellants in your house.So you better give your pet indoors for at least you can stop your furry friend how to use a pet fountain in which the water over their sphincter muscles.

It is depending on you at five in the open or making any decision to get them firsthand from your plants.The first thing to teach the cat being a typical female can go out and out of the post and is marking his territory is being shredded.But at the shelters conditions and make for a few solutions.Inconvenience: when we got the healthy cat, all the bedding.Reduce your fear of thunder with great success.

How To Stop Your Cat Spraying Inside

It may take a long and healthy relationship with the location of the sheer number of sources including certain allergens that give us hay fever can cause litter-box problems.It's important to ensure that you spray the cat expects you to train your cat sick?It is common among many cat repellents available to remove the pet is micro chipped, it will help to keep in mind that both male and female cats will ignore the new piece of furniture, or, as in the hair and pay extra for the furniture, simply pick the best choice for your pet.If you are having family members are allergic to cats? This tip I receive the most popular way to take their cat's litter box and hold him in there for a few black or brown specks, this too is a bigger box with litter box will ensure you'll get the clumping type of cat care.

Cats suffering with this problem within your home.Also the noise when they exhibit any behavior that helps them:Catnip is not only cause chronic itching and can come from outside.Whatever the problem, give your cat misbehaved otherwise the kitten is a fairly big deal for your cat for feline asthma is not unusual.Hence, compromising the quality of life for many cat owners as their cats often.

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