#bovine figure of the day

[bovinefigureoftheday]

Bovine figure of the day: Hagen Renaker Guernsey Cow

#bovine figure of the day #hagen renaker #cattle #guernsey cattle

[arecaceae175]

I’m rewatching Phineas and Ferb (it’s my fav comfort show) and it’s SO full of autism. SO FULL

Ferb is autistic

Phineas is autistic and ADHD

Candace is autistic

Dr. Doofenshmirtz is autistic and ADHD and has CPTSD

Their dad is autistic

Their mom has ADHD

I will not be taking criticism. My qualifications are that I'm autistic XD

I can go into detail AND I WILL

Ferb

Nonverbal!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Non!!!!! Verbal!!!!!

In the episode where they make an animal translator Phineas talks about how Ferb has a lot of thoughts, he just can’t say them out loud

Special interest in engineering and building and such

Incredible imagination

He can’t show emotions on his face

He doesn’t respond to social cues

He and Phineas are each others special interest person

In the Aglet episode when Candace is making fun of their dad for not looking up “aglet” on the computer Phineas explains to Ferb that “removing prepositions makes it more condescending”

“The cartilaginous fibers from the bovine patella structure that gelatin’s extracted from gives it that fun, bouncy quality.”

When he does speak, it’s monotone and often a fun fact- perhaps because he doesn’t know how else to connect to people through his words

He’s nonverbal!!!!! 😄😄😄😄😄😄

Same routine every day. They do the same things at the same time (different inventions but same routine) and even have their alarms set to 7 in the summer

In the bully breakup episode he has trouble with the routine change. He tells Phineas he felt like he would scream if he couldn't build something

In the episode where they all try to figure out where their inventions go every day, at the end of the episode Candace is really upset because it disappeared and she doesn't know why. Ferb realized she's upset but isn't sure how to help so he says a science fact "Well, we were all watching it. And quantum theory states that the mere observation of an experiment changes its outcome."

He's nonverbal / semi-verbal and it makes me so happy

Phineas

Hyper verbal

Candace’s busting attempts go completely over his head

Special interest in engineering and building things

Incredible imagination

He talks over other people a lot and doesn’t notice

He and Ferb are each others special interest person

Special relationship with animals, specifically Perry

He repeats the same phrases every episode

Has trouble recognizing sarcasm

He doesn’t really have social awareness

His voice is very often monotone

He hyperfocuses on the inventions

Same routine every day. They do the same things at the same time (different inventions but same routine) and even have their alarms set to 7 in the summer

In the bully breakup episode he has trouble with the routine change. He keeps suggesting things to build to get back to their routine

But despite the routine he doesn't know what they're building until the day of because he also needs spontaneity

Candace

Has trouble focusing except when focusing on busting

Can't focus on other things when focused on busting

Special interest in busting Phineas and Ferb

Other special interest Ducky MoMo and collects items for it

Hyper verbal

Very focused on routine

In the episode where she’s sick and she tries to get Stacy to bust Phineas and Ferb, but she isn’t able to let Stacy take the lead and ends up getting out of bed when she isn’t really well enough to do the busting

VERY black and white thinking

Candace stims a lot!!!!!

She has trouble learning to drive (which is very common in neurodivergent people)

Has trouble making friends

She scripts conversations

Repeats the same phrases every day

Overanalyzes social situations because she has trouble understanding them

She’s obsessed with being cool and fitting in because she doesn’t naturally understand social cues

“I calculate that soon must mean first thing in the morning, since ‘soon’ can’t refer to a period in excess of or equal to 24 hours give or take a 59 minute cushion of time on either side of the event in question.”

Has a lot of childhood toys that she refuses to get rid of

She mentions in one episode that she feels like her room is too childish and she isn’t as mature as others her age (difference in maturity to neurotypical peers)

She doesn’t join in when her friends play with Phineas and Ferb because of her rigid thinking that she has to bust them. Even when they want her to play or hang out with them, she often doesn't realize it and can't let herself

When she reads Sherlock Holmes she copies his personality and phrases

Hyperfixated on the book series and read the whole thing in a single night

She plays every instrument that starts with B

Grilled cheese safe food

Goes into the panic room when overwhelmed or something is outside routine

Dr. Doofenshmirtz

Special interest in making evil scemes

He monologues to Perry every day about his special interest

Bad posture (common in autistic people)

Stims a lot

Repetitive thinking (inators)

Echolalia

In one episode Vanessa is trying to talk to him about something and he keeps getting distracted by echolalia and stim-speaking his words

He only interacts with animals on a regular basis and when he has to talk to people he is very socially awkward

Inattentive, forgetful, unorganized

A lot of his inators have to do with his childhood trauma

Norm the robot helps him with home tasks

Face blindness- he can’t recognize Perry unless he’s wearing his hat

Dad

Vocal stimming!

“Fossils! Bum bum bum.” (fun fact this is a vocal stim of mine!!!!!)

Special interest in antiques and gladiator movies

He has a huge collection of gladiator movies

In the lake nose monster episode he’s telling phineas and ferb stories and completely unaware of anything else happening while he’s talking (infodumping)

Hyperfixated on buying stars and buys a TON in one day

Also gives someone a star as a tip and doesn't realize why that might not be appreciated

Mom

Different interest/activity every episode

She gets hyperfixated on the activity and has trouble leaving it to come home or answer Candace's calls

Oblivious to the boys' antics

I’m gonna keep coming back to update this as I rewatch so it will eventually be the Ultimate List of Autism ™.

#this post IS autism #also that whole show feels like autism #it's such a good autistic comfort show <3 #fun fact I was typing this on mobile at first and it got so long that the app crashed XD #which is very autism of meeeeee #phineas and ferb #pnf #pnf phineas #pnf ferb #pnf candace #dr doofenshmirtz #pnf dr doofenshmirtz #actually autistic #autistic headcanon #:DDDDDDDDDDDD #phineas and ferb autism

[screamverse-shawty]

(NSFW) Subby Aegon ii ficlet because I said so

Sub!King Aegon ii x gn consort!reader. This started off as hcs but I couldn't stop writing, sooo here we are. I've never actually posted anything like this like...ever so I hope someone likes it!! I had a lot of fun writing this and I'm open to requests for more of this Aegon or some other characters/fandoms if anyone has them.

Aegon has always gotten what he wanted, when he wanted, how he wanted it for the majority of his life

Whether he was fucking the whores of the street of silk or the serving girls of kings landing he was the one in charge because well, that's just how it's supposed to be

Admittedly though, Aegon did find the responsibility sometimes to be a bit dull

Especially now that he was king and had responsibilities further than they eye could see

Not to mention when he was too drunk to string together a sentence, the apprehension and blank bovine stares from his exploits would be almost too much to bear, and he wished desperately to the seven that some of them would just do something on their own

Enter: you, his consort

It starts small, maybe a firm hand gripping his throat as you ride his cock, or a slight tug of his hair as he eats you out, but it isn't long before things begin to...expand

You'd assumed when you married a King, no less the likes of Aegon ii Targaryen, you would have to leave your dominant side behind, but as you read his body language though begin to figure out that he actually likes when you push him a bit, you waste no time in seeing just how far he will bend.

One day, you're straddling his lap in his chambers as the two of you kiss hotly. You can taste the wine on his tongue as he runs his hands along your sides, lapping and panting heavily into your mouth, squeezing into your ribs roughly. Too roughly, considering you've told him numerous times about that riding accident which left them permanently sore

"Aegon, stop tha-" and you're cut off by him pulling you into another messy kiss, not seeming to hear you at all over the sound of the blood rushing down to his own cock, which you can feel pressing firmly against your core.

You repeat yourself, to no avail, and your attempts to move his hands yourself are met only with irritated grunts as he continues to grind into you. It's like you aren't even there.

Without thinking, you slap him hard across the face, hearing him gasp audibly as his head snaps to the side. "I said stop."

Time seems to freeze for a moment, and you stare as the man sits oddly still, silvery hair obscuring his expression. You see his hands flex and then form fists, gripping the bedsheets tight as you can see blue-green veins shift underneath his skin, stark through his pale skin.

All at once you fear that your judgement was all wrong, that he'll be furious, have you punished by the Kingsgaurd, maybe even beat you to a pulp himself. But Aegon shifts his face to you, an unreadable look now settled across it, and amazingly, apologizes.

You blink at him for a moment, almost stunned to silence, but you won't allow this opportunity to slip away from you.

"When I say stop," you pause, watching the rise and fall of his chest as a blush blooms on his cheeks and down his neck, "you stop. Understood?"

Aegon swallows thickly, and nods, fingers twitching as he grips the sheets beside him. He looks...terrified, and something else you don't recognize.

You lean back into him for another kiss, this time taking the lead yourself and pushing your tongue into his mouth, drawing out an unintentional moan from him as his arms stay frozen and taut at his sides.

That night, you tease the man for over an hour, and by the time he's finally allowed to cum, tears run down his face and he makes a noise you're sure must have been heard by half the castle.

From there, you're off the the races

After the interaction, the two of you seem to form an almost unspoken understanding of what you wanted from eachother. You easily fell into your roles, and for all the bratty King is made out to be, he's never put up much of a fight as far as you were concerned.

In allowing himself to let go and give himself and his pleasure over to you, Aegon finds a bliss more complete than anything he's ever known.

Aegon finds himself desperate to please you any way he can, and in the security he feels being held by you everything else falls away, even if just for a moment.

Aegon loves to be praised while he's pleasing you, called a good boy and have you massage your fingers along his scalp as he works his tongue against you, his cock straining against his breeches, and knowing he's not allowed to touch it until you say so.

He loves when you edge and tease him, driving him half mad with feather light touches on his painfully hard cock as he squirms against restraints, tottering on the brink of orgasm for what feels like a thousand years.

Despite how much he wants to please you, his quick temper and sharp tongue often betray him, resulting in no shortage of punishments.

Like the time you took him over your knee after speaking over you in court, having him painstakingly count each impact and pretending you don't notice the way he ruts against your thighs after each slap.

Afterwards, as he kneels at your feet and hugs your legs, he looks up at you with tear stained eyes, full of adoration and wonders how he got so lucky.

(mommy? Sorry-)

Aegon is shameless and doesn't care to abate his hungry stares or fawning over you, and others take notice.

You definitely get some foul looks when you walk the castle halls, with or without him trailing behind you like a lost puppy

Regardless of what they think though, nobody can deny that you've inexplicably whipped the problem child into shape, something that had long since seemed completely impossible.

Aegon would do anything for you. He finds himself driven mad by you in every way imaginable and you both know that he would kneel to kiss your feet before the whole of court if you so commanded

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen #aegon ii #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon smut #game of thrones #aegon ii x reader #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #house targeryen #daemon targeryan #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Technically this is for week 6 of the Ghoulette Appreciation Prompts but. In my defense. I don't control what I want to write about. Right now the spotlight is on the Earth Wives: Terra, Pebble, Ivy aka the previous drummers aka Mountain's adopted moms/aunties/sisters (???) who fucked off from the Ministry to start a lesbian commune in the forest or something. Ivy is trans but it doesn't come up in this ficlet. (@jesusbutbetterrr and everyone else who put the prompts together, thanks!)

Murder wives below the cut.

Ivy is the shyest of the trio. She's as close to vegetarian as a ghoul can get, mostly because even the idea of being seen by a human causes her distress. It's why she didn't last long as a drummer; she was good but the crowds and the bus and the disconnect from her element threw her off so badly that Terzo dismissed her as quickly as he could. The only thing that kept her anxiety at bay was the uniform. Being indistinguishable from the others was her saving grace and she never took off the mask if someone else was present. Something about them knowing what she looked like horrified her in a way she couldn't articulate. In time, with patience from her partners, she grew bold enough to set it aside. But only in their company. Should Mountain bring someone else along, she’ll don her beekeeping hat until she feels ready to remove it. 

And though she loves Terra and Pebble dearly, considers them as good as her own heart she still needs isolation at times. They're happy to give her this, because they know she always comes back. Glowing with her own unique brand of magic with her arms wide to catch them as they greet her return.

 It's on one of these excursions that she killed her first human.

He was a hunter, out late under the moonlight, stepping carefully through the snow. Gun at the ready, he broke through the treeline to a small clearing where she sat on a stump, admiring the stars as she idly played upon a small harp. She had been alright on drums, but a harp was her instrument of choice and there was hardly need for that in the Ghost project. Had he approached from the back, he would have seen the wrongness of her. Her bovine tail, sweeping the dusty snow away. How her dress gaped unbuttoned at the back, corners falling away to reveal skin as rough as tree bark and a hole where there should not be one. He would have seen the private hollow of her back where no organs nestled because she was a maiden of the forest and had no need of it. He would have seen this and he would have turned and left, for his grandmother had told him of the legends of the woodwife and her timidness.

But he approached from the front and saw none of this. All he saw was a woman alone at night. Bear in mind, he had no ill intentions. This is not that kind of tale. But it still ends in sorrow for him simply because he did not see the warning signs and could not follow the rules.  He complimented her playing and startled her so badly, she sent a sharp root up from the earth through his chest, killing him.

Not right away though. He lived long enough to see her approach, weeping and sniffling as she apologized, his blood pumping out over the frozen ground. She could not save him, she explained, but if he had a family then she could make amends to them for his death.

He died telling her about them. His wife's name on his lips and the unnamed child she carried in her belly. Ivy wrapped his body as best she could in her vines and laid him to rest in the clearing. Then she set off to find the man’s family and pay her debt. Every year to this day, they are visited by a benevolent and hooded figure, who makes sure they have enough to eat in the winter and that their fire never goes out. The wife guesses, of course, but keeps her thoughts to herself. Her child is fed and warm and she doesn't have to worry.  

Ivy is as close to benevolent as any of them get. 

_________________

Now, Terra doesn't so much as hunt but lay in wait. She comes with her warnings, her own rumors and legends and her hunting grounds are strung with barbed wire and bright yellow signs.

CAUTION.

TURN BACK.

DANGER AHEAD.

She didn't put them there but she likes their presence and allows them to stay. Her prey tastes better for having chosen their own death freely with no trickery and this sort of honesty suits Terra. You were warned. This is the consequence. 

She likes to call it natural selection.

The forest is different past the warning signs. The undergrowth is crowded and thick with great gnarled roots looping up through the earth and diving back down as the trunks search for sustenance. A hiker might clamber over them carelessly, confident in their map and compass and skills. Following legends of a treasure, hidden deep in a cave perhaps. Perhaps it is even this one, so barely noticeable unless seen from the right angle. The hiker stops and stares for a moment. There could be anything in the darkness. A bear, hungry from winter slumber. A fox, snarling and rabid. Or, if this tourist looks closer, they may fancy a glimmer in the depths as the sun hides behind a cloud. Gold? Jewels? Their fortune, whatever it ends up being. Scoffing at the fear of the locals, the cowardice of a so-called “satanic church” this hiker steps into the cave, boldly going where surely no one has gone before. If something crunches under their foot, it is dismissed as a twig.

But as they go deeper, the “twigs” become more numerous. If the hiker looks down they will see the truth, that they aren’t the first ones in this cave, that many others have sought the same glimmer and all came to the same end but they don't look down. They can't. Too transfixed by the light that seems to grow further and further away with each step.

The dirt of the cave floor dampens. Turns to mud. Liquid drips from the stalactites, gathers in pools and puddles as the hiker travels ever deeper into the darkness and with each step the wet earth clings to their feet. What hasn't been soaked yet is stirred up by their movements, fine particles coating their body, settling into every crevice of skin it can reach. The droplets fall. Splash. Splash. Splashing, steady as a drumbeat as they helplessly wander deeper into the cave.  How long have they been there? Why did they go into the cave in the first place? The glimmer is long gone, they are surrounded by the cavern, embraced by it. It's warm and wet and they are so, so tired.

The hiker stumbles, puts out an arm to catch themselves against the wall and to their horror it is like touching flesh. They look down to see their shoes eaten away, dissolving into slimy strips as the digestive acids work diligently to strip the outer armor of the prey. The dust, once ignored, now burns everywhere, from the tips of their fingers to the screaming cilia of the lungs. Terra is as old as the earth itself and she does not hunt like other ghouls. 

She can't. 

She's just too damn big.

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Pebble's the boldest of them and the most mobile. She sprinkles her little traps all over the place, even on Abbey grounds because she believes, like Terra, that those who can't abide the rules deserve what they get. She also likes testing the new crop of recruits every now and then. Enrichment, you know?  

So when the Sister comes to Primo, carrying a strange looking mushroom to show him, he admires it with her and quietly mourns the loss of another Sibling. Not for long though. They're told the rules on arrival with the key ones concerning their safety being stay out of the woods at night and don't touch weird plants. It's common sense. Some of the First’s plants have produced crossbreeds that by all rights shouldn't exist. And it's dangerous after dark in any woods. Still, every year, there's someone.  This time it's her. 

He might sigh and shake his head as she leaves to put it on a shelf to admire. It's too late. The moment she plucked it, spores had been released. She's been inhaling them the whole time she was carrying the mushroom. So he’ll keep an eye on her in the coming days, and take down notes for his own curiosity. Compares them to the other symptoms he’s seen in the past. Sensitivity to light, check. Complaints of headaches, check. Found milling about the halls at night looking for something she can’t articulate, check. He guides her back to her room and she doesn’t complain. Obeys his soft words and lays in her bed like a corpse, staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes.  He always wonders what they see towards the end. None of them have been able to tell him.

She is dead by then, of course, but the mushroom has laced itself into her nervous system. Her body twitches and jerks unnaturally until it’s heaved up, a puppet on strings. Her ankles roll with each unsteady step, the fungal infection lurching her body out of the Ministry to where a small figure crouches in the branches. Watching and waiting, yellow eyes aglow in the darkness and small, clawed hands reaching out to catch the dead woman like a long lost lover before Pebble drags her corpse into the forest to feed.

And then one moonlit night, it happens. He watches from his room as she stumbles in the courtyard, clutching at her head. Tearing off her habit and yanking on her hair until she rips it off her scalp in bloody ribbons. He watches passively as she claws her skin away, baring the bone of her skullcap to the moon, screaming in silent agony. He thinks she’s still alive when her skull splits under her fingers, bone falling away like fragments of an eggshell as the fungus hatches. Pebble always did like to play with her food. The Sister holds a small piece in her haking hand, eyes wide in terror before she’s falling, cracking her head further open on the stone, allowing the stem proper to burst forth, unfurling the cap in one awful motion.

Primo shuts his notebook. Places it on a shelf with the others.  Picks up his old rotary phone and murmurs quietly to the Ghoul on the other end. Her family will be notified of an accident, her funeral and burial planned. Closed casket, of course.  Pebble’s always been a messy eater. No matter how often he and Terra try, there’s just no taming that one.

#murder ghoulettes #ficlet #i can always queue it up for the proper week but any writing at all at the moment is good writing. #didn't make sense to hide it until February #cw gore

[hyp-fixator]

Yo.. Me and @yamodii-official wrote a lil somethin with Skydrone and Varcity (all of Yam's part will be in the chat text!)

TW! gun mention, blood, swearing, implied abuse (of sorts, I think)

"see the problem with glock is that he's stupider than the other children" he was only seven when he heard that "he is a liability because he's slow!" he was 16 then "you're only likeable when your drunk" 23 now here he was. standing above someone who'd treated him with the same respect as a bug. like someone without a shred of smarts. like an idiot. and now. Blackrock, Lost Temple, everyone had something to fear. he grabbed skydrone by his horns and brought him up to his face. making sky's eyes meet his. "can't dance your way out of this one eh?" he threw him down. sky let out a yelp similar to an injured dog as he hit the cold hard floor. Glockno- Varcity kicked sky straight in the ribs and then got down low "you go back to that shit hole and tell them i'm still kicking, capich?"

Coughing up his deep indigo blood onto the frigid, miserable stone beneath him, Skydrone looked up into the obsidian eyes of malice. Tearing his lazy gaze from the figure above, he searched for an exit. Legs aching with cramps from running from this monster, his eyes locked on the fuzzy wall, light seeping through the hallway turning off, painting it a cold marble white. It was multiple meters away from his current crippled position, but it was a spark of hope in this dimly lit concrete box of a storage facility. Massaging his now swollen ribcage, Sky rose himself to his knees, leaning on his scarred arm as he glared daggers up at Varcity. "And what kind of authority do you think you hold over me in order to demand something so foolish?" His injured grin leaked a smeared stream of his blood as he continued, "You're acting like a child on a deranged playground, claiming to own others and demanding them to follow orders that could kill them. You know nothing about the circumstances over at Blackrock, and deserve no knowledge about it's current status. You left. cut out of the circle. You aren't going to get any information, especially out of me, moron." Skydrone grinned. It's been awhile since he got caught, let alone beat up. It wasn't a good experience, but an exhilarating one after so much monotonous and successful work. Varcity's face twitched with irritation. A tough grimace shot across his face before his arm shot forwards, grabbing the tie of Sky and stopping an inch close before he ended up bashing Skydrone's skull in with his own forehead. Barking out the order again, Varcity's voice stabbed with irritation, the shiteating grin growing on Sky's face as he placed a calm hand on Varcity's face, pushing away the bulldog-man. "Ouugh. Looks like I struck a nerve, beastman?" Blast-injured arm sneaking behind his neck as he touched his bovine legs down on the cold concrete, a click resonated in the room, Sky dropping to the ground and scampering towards the light.

The bowtie lays in Varcity's rough grip.

it took him two seconds to react "too slow, try again" subspace would've said but Varcity was out for blood "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT" he roared "How DARE you call me a fucking DOG!?" he spat as he chased sky down those narrow, cold halls. gods, it had been a while since he ran, much less chased someone. he could remember those days. the small division in Blackrock that took children and shaped them into the perfect soldiers. they put trackers in them, made them train until they bled and formed the second best things after a biograft. "and time, Glock, you've failed" he blinked no, he wasn't there. he was chasing that fucking twink. and that's when he pulled out his glocks.

Hearing the loading click of those guns, forever engrained into his mind, Sky's eyes darted behind him. he knew damn well the slow fuck would resort to shooting him dead. A good spy never stops studying their opponent, afterall. Focusing his weak steps one after the other, he dashed towards the door, glancing behind himself and looking directly into the barrel of the gun pointed at his head. It didn't take much to summon a gear, but in such a difficult area, it's like opening an umbrella indoors. Turning around and jogging backwards Skydrone held his right arm infront of him. In a split second, the gun explodes. Cobalt Blue metal erupts from the barrel of the glock, knocking back Varcity as the drone wedges itself into the freezing ground. Jolting forwards from the eruption and the sudden stop, Varcity bashes his head against this massive platform, his own blood spraying from his now broken nose. Skydrone makes the last push to the fire exit door, slamming his body into the side and easing the door open, holding his left arm open to call back his drone. Shrinking back to pocket sized, the remnants of the glock drops to the ground as the drone whizzes back to it's owner through the small crack of the fire exit door, clicking shut instantly after.

"Fucking DAMMIT!" he screamed the orange copper tasteing ooze stained his shirt and seeped into his gloves Varcity slowly rose from the ground, letting his nose bleed as he picked up what remained of his glock. "no good soldier loses their gear" those cursed rules were ingraved in his mind, like the deep scar on his left arm, where fur would never grow again. he had clawed out the tracker with his bar claws, yet nothing hurt more than this. this bloody nose, this broken gear this- "failure" Varcity spun around to find himself in a memory "that drone fuck did this" he muttered as he entered an all to familier light blue room.

so many children, all in the same grey uniform. the only way to tell them apart was hair and horns. and thats how he found himself. alone. struggling to do even the simplest of test and puzzles. and of course, there was subspace "Glock, we dont accept failiure. just because you have your brute strength doesn't mean you don't need to use your brain" Glock just nodded his head and tried again the scene faded he was in his room. one wall was a flowing lava waterfall straight from the banlands everything else was just standered things, bed, nightstand, desk and chair, rug, shelves, and a trunk Varcity sat on the floor beside the bed where Glock sat "fuckin smartass skydrone" glock muttered as he placed a bag of ice on his thigh "maybe if you weren't so heavy and slow, you could've dodged that" Varcity wanted to say something, anything but before he could even breath,someone was pulling him out of the rubble.

#A lot of this is Varcity lore and not exactly Skydrone food #But it was still fun to mess around with -em #Our aus/stories aren't fully entertwined either so things will be different from Varcity's story and Skydrone's #Anyways I hope y'all like it!! #phighting #phighting! #phighting roblox #Phighting writing #phighting oc #writing #collab story #phighting ocs #not my oc #ocs

[yoonia]

slow dancing ● chapter x

➬ Title | Slow Dancing: a mini series

➬ Summary | When your countdown appeared on your wrist right on the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

↳ Pairings | Jungkook x reader / Namjoon x reader

↳ Genre | Soulmate!au, Second Chances!au, Angst, Eventual Smut

➥ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; mentions of alcohol consumptions/hangover, implied/depiction of a one-night-stand, possible infidelity, implied smut, sexual tension.

➥ Word count | 11,6k words

➥ Chapter List | Glossary | ⤎ Previous Chapter | Next Chapter ⇢

➥ Masterlist

chapter x. save your love

Something feels different.

Jungkook can sense it even before he opens his eyes. Even the fog that seems to fill the crevices in his head can do nothing to stop him from noticing how foreign everything around him feels.

The warmth enveloping him.

The soft touch of sheets under his palms.

The thick, plushy pillows where his head seems to be resting on.

The feminine scent of perfume that seems to be wafting through the air around him, gently breezing past him like delicate hands teasing on his skin.

As he slowly finds the strength to open his eyes and force himself to wake up, Jungkook’s eyes flutter open to the warm morning sun greeting him from the open windows. As he stretches out his sore limbs, little by little, the remaining haze of his sleep is lifted, and he stops moving as he is immediately met with an astounding sight of his surroundings. His eyes grow wide the moment he realises that he has indeed fallen asleep in a completely different bedroom, lying on a different bed, with windows on the opposite side of the walls that are nearly twice as big as the ones that he has been looking out of since he had gotten on this island. He looks around, and everything that he is seeing officially confirms that he had not been sleeping in Yugyeom’s room.

His heartbeat begins to race in a state of panic, not knowing where he is. And while he rarely ever had any experience of waking up with a hangover or having any piece of his memory missing after spending the night out drinking, Jungkook quickly finds that he has no clear idea of what had truly happened last night. The last thing he remembers is sitting at the bar with Tasha, the one person he would have never expected to meet in such a place.

They haven’t met each other even once after their first and last encounter at Bovine months ago, yet it certainly felt as if they had been old friends the moment they started to talk to each other. Last night, they spent hours sharing drinks, exchanging stories, and laughing at the things they found astounding from any topic that they brought up while admiring the serenity that they found from spilling their thoughts about the universe and the lives of all human beings who are living in it.

Sitting up on the bed, Jungkook finds himself still wearing last night’s clothes. The faint headache that has come up when he was trying to move easily fades as he leans back against the headrest, though he still feels as if his entire energy has been depleted after all that drinking last night that he refuses to make any other move despite the urge to investigate further to find out where he is.

Letting his head fall back, he closes his eyes, trying to regain his memory and figure out just how he had gotten here. It is then when he hears someone knocking at the door. He barely has the chance to open his eyes or to even respond when the door opens and the slow movement happening at the door catches his attention.

“Knock, knock.”

Jungkook quickly turns to the doorway, blinking rapidly when he finds Tasha standing there while leaning against the door frame. Wearing simple clothing—a plain white T-shirt over a pair of pastel-coloured leggings, which is a complete contrast to the dress that she had worn last night—she looks refreshed, ready to start the day. And she also looks completely unaffected by the drinks that she had last night.

Jungkook’s eyes fall on her exposed wrist. The sight of the purple hydrangea tattoo appearing on her skin reminds him of the conversation that they both had last night. His eyes are still on her wrist when she raises her hand, lifting the mug that she has been carrying with her to cover the bright smile showing on her face. Her eyes seem to glint under the sunlight, clearly looking amused at what she is seeing, and her eyebrows are raised as she watches Jungkook silently trying to piece everything together. The frown he is wearing on his face clearly shows just how much he is struggling to do so.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Don’t you even think about going back to sleep now,” Tasha greets him, finally snapping him out of it.

“What—” Jungkook straightens up further and glances around. “What happened last night? Is this your place? How did I get here?”

Instead of answering him, Tasha merely smiles at him. “Why don’t you freshen up first and then we’ll talk over breakfast? Or coffee? Do you drink coffee?” Jungkook absently nods while still looking like a lost puppy, so Tasha simply continues to talk. “Go take a shower. The bathroom is over there,” she says, pointing at the door on the other side of the room which seems to be leading to the ensuite bathroom. “I’ll have everything ready and have someone fetch you some fresh clothes to change into once you’re done.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to respond, but misses his chance to say anything when Tasha has already slipped away from the door when he turns to find her again. Deciding that he wouldn’t be getting any answers by staying put on the bed that feels almost too comfortable for him to lie on, he rushes towards the bathroom to freshen up, taking his time with it until he can finally find some clarity.

Even if he still can’t remember a few things from last night which had led him to end up in Tasha’s place. And in her bed, nonetheless.

He finds the clothes just as promised when he finally steps out of the bathroom, all prepared for him on the bed. The dark-coloured shirt and pants seem to fit him suspiciously well, but he chooses not to think much about it as he walks out of the bedroom. On his way to find Tasha, Jungkook looks around and soon finds that he is in a loft that looks like a part of the resort where he had been spending his night, judging from the familiar view of the beach and the ocean that he can see through the windows. He follows the scent of brewing coffee to find Tasha getting busy in the kitchen, surprising him as he sees her cooking on the stove herself instead of having her staff do it for her.

“Go take a seat. I’ll be ready in a minute,” she calls out to him while moving fluently around the kitchen, fetching him the coffee that she had made like a pro. “I have no idea what kind of coffee you’re into so I made a light one. I’ve put some extra cream on the side if you want some more.”

Jungkook takes the mug filled with coffee and turns away, deciding to take a look around rather than sitting idly by as he feels too restless to do so when he has a ton of questions running inside his head. He finds the living room looking homey and comfortable, a sign that she has been using this place quite often as her personal living space. He walks past the large-sized television hanging on one wall before stopping in front of a drawer nearby where he finds a few framed pictures being placed on display.

Looking at them makes his chest grow tight. He sucks a deep breath to ease the pain, though it seems too hard for him to do so when he only remembers how this setup reminds him too much of what he has back home—how you have decorated his living room in a similar way, with a low drawer full of trinkets holding various framed pictures on top that documented his entire life together with you.

Shaking his head, Jungkook focuses back on the pictures in front of him and starts to look closer into them. Most of them seem to have been taken while Tasha was travelling to different places as they are showing Tasha posing in various locations—either somewhere in South Korea or abroad—while some others are showing images of her with her family and friends. Then he stops as he finds a wedding photo placed near the center. The picture is showing a man wearing his wedding suit while smiling broadly with his arm wrapped around a younger woman who appears to be his bride pressed onto his left side. On his right, held under his other arm is Tasha, who is smiling warmly into the frame while she keeps her hand on the man’s chest as she stands politely close to him.

“Is this your family? I don’t recall you ever telling me that you have a brother,” he starts asking before he can stop himself. For a moment, he gets nothing but silence, until Tasha’s voice comes startling him once she has moved to stand next to him.

“That’s because I don’t. I’m an only child,” she says.

“Then, who are these people?”

Reaching out to pick up the photo, Tasha releases a soft sigh. “Oh, he’s my soulmate. But he’s married to someone else,” she easily says to him, catching him by surprise that he snaps his head to look at her with wide eyes, only to see her smiling back. “That’s his wife on his left. The photo was taken on their wedding day.”

Seeing that Jungkook is left too stunned to speak, Tasha softly laughs and places the framed photo back in its previous place before wrapping her hands around his arm to pull him away. “You’re in shock. I get it. Why don’t we sit down, have some breakfast and coffee so we can get rid of that hangover of yours while we talk? I’ll tell you everything about them.”

“You’re being too quiet.”

Jungkook looks up from his second cup of coffee—light, a bit sweeter and with extra cream, just like how she had suggested for him to take since she only makes strong ones—and returns Tasha’s gaze.

“You can probably see that I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything,” he says to her after a beat of silence and once he realises that he had barely touched his meal despite feeling the hunger ever since he woke up earlier. With a sigh, Jungkook decides to be honest and share what he has been thinking. “I have so many questions that I don’t know just where to start.”

Tasha nods and places her own mug of coffee down on the table. “Well, I can begin by telling you that nothing happened between us after we finished our last drink. You were drunk, not to the point that you blacked out because of it, but enough to make it hard for me to drag you home. I had Hyuk, the bartender, helping me to carry you out of the place safely, but then you refused to go home. You kept telling me that your friend wouldn’t be home and you refused to tell me his address, so I figured it would have been easier for me to drag you here instead since we’re only a few floors down.”

Jungkook has suspected this but still grimaces as he imagines the chaos that he had created. “I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble.”

Tasha waves her hand. “Oh, it’s fine. I already got something good out of it, at least. Consider us even,” she says to him with a wink and an elated smile taking over her face, while Jungkook’s face feels warm when he remembers seeing the aforementioned bartender from last night walking out of another bedroom merely moments before Jungkook sat down at the dining table. The man looked freshly showered and was refusing to join breakfast, saying that he needed to get back to work before his boss would scold him for slacking off. Though the man didn’t leave before kissing Tasha right on the lips one last time and promising to return for the night once he is off the clock and if she ever needs his company.

Jungkook has no idea how to feel about knowing that his new female friend was having a fling coming by while he was passed out right next door. But the bartender didn’t seem to mind it, nor did he seem to care about Jungkook’s presence in the room at all, and Tasha did apologise for taking the chance to have fun while he was out of it. At least the revelation had allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief, as it had confirmed everything that Tasha had just told him, that he truly hadn’t done anything stupid while he was crazy drunk.

Jungkook turns his gaze around the room to find the photo that he had found earlier, placed right at the spot where it would be visible even from the distance. “You and your soulmate—” he begins to question her. “What happened between you?”

Tasha raises her pretty eyebrows before her eyes find the very same photo that had caught Jungkook’s attention. A deep sigh slips out of her, though there is nothing more but affection and longing in her eyes when she thinks about the past. “I met Wooyoung in freshman year. He’s much older than I am and was already graduating then. We met during a joint event held between the university that I was studying in and the neighbouring university he was still enrolled in. It was a huge shock for us both when we met, to say the least, one that I had expected, with my timer running out before I stumbled into his path. I don’t really think either of us had been fully prepared for it either, so neither of us knew how to react. And then I found out that he had fallen in love with his childhood best friend who was also present at the time. They had been dating for years already.”

Tasha stops for a moment, taking a deep breath as she recalls the past. There is a faraway look in her eyes. Though, to Jungkook’s surprise, she looks more amused than hurt as she remembers what happened.

“Things were rough right after. Wooyoung and I tried to work things out and figure out how to handle things. You have probably guessed it, but the soulmate bond came to us so strong that it was hard for us to ignore it. But then, soon enough, we both realised that the only reason we were both attracted to each other was only because of the soulmate bond while his first love would always remain to have a special place in his heart,” she slowly adds, smiling softly as the memory returns to her. “We sat down together after we figured it out—the three of us—and had a long talk about our future. They told me about her soulmate, how she had found out on her eighteenth birthday that she had lost him before ever meeting him the moment she saw that her mark appeared immediately after her timer ran out and once the cursive letter showed up on her skin, written in red ink—”

Jungkook flinches and starts to brush his fingers absentmindedly on his own wrist as he remembers his own experience with his soulmate mark. He still remembers that morning as if it had only happened a short while ago. How he witnessed the numbers appearing on his skin, how his breath stilled when he saw how fast the timer had counted down to zero, and how the purple petals bloomed right after, before his soulmate’s initials began to write themselves in red cursive letters. He clenches his hands when he imagines that traumatic event happening to someone else. Someone like the bride in the photo that Tasha has kept between the other memorabilia gracing her home, who he had seen smiling so prettily and kindly to the camera with her eyes glowing in unshed tears of happiness.

When he looks up again, he finds Tasha staring back at him with a knowing look in her eyes, as if she knows exactly where his mind has been wandering to. “Yes, just like yours,” she whispers, nodding at his wrist. “At first, Wooyoung only wanted to stay beside her to support her, to help her deal with her heartbreak and help her get through until she could learn to love someone else. But love bloomed between them during that time. Before they even knew it, they were slowly building their future together. Until the day I came barrelling into their lives. Literally.”

Tasha softly laughs as she describes how she had crossed Wooyoung’s path at the campus festival, how she had tripped and nearly fall before he caught her, the perfect portrayal of how she came into their lives without any warning. Jungkook smiles as he listens to her story before a frown comes to his face. “It must have been rough on you to witness that.”

Smiling softly at him, Tasha simply lifts her shoulders. “It was, at first. But I got over it when I saw how much they were completely in love with each other,” she says, surprising Jungkook further when he sees the deep love in her eyes as she talks about her soulmate and his wife together. “There was never a place for me in their lives, other than what I’ve earned for helping them.”

“I don’t understand,” Jungkook murmurs, tilting his head.

With a sly grin on her face, Tasha leans closer to whisper as if she is sharing a big secret and someone else would be listening in. “You see, I helped them get married,” she says, and her grin grows wider as Jungkook’s eyes widen in shock. “They wanted to elope when their families were against them getting together. Especially when Wooyoung’s family found out by chance that I was his actual soulmate. So I pretended to steal him away from his lover, when in reality, I was flying them both off to one of the resorts that my Dad’s company was partnered with in Fiji so they could get married there. Of course, I had to come with them as an alibi for my absence and to act as their witness.”

“Why?” Jungkook gasps. “Why would you do that?” he questions her, though deep down, he can already guess what her reasoning might be.

Tasha leans back with a low chuckle. “I already told you once, didn’t I? I’m a sucker for romance. I love the whole idea of love, and to the idea of shoving your middle finger to the universe to show them that they are not always right and they don’t always get to decide who we fall in love with,” she says, laughing softly as if she is picturing herself doing it, to put her hand up and show her middle finger to the sky and to the universe that had tried to play around with her fate. “It also helped that Wooyoung was a complete stranger to me at the time and the bond only made me look at him more like an older brother than a possible lover once we got close to each other.”

Jungkook falls silent for a moment. “What did your family think? Your father?”

As he mentions her father, Tasha releases a deep sigh. “My Dad was a tough one to crack, but he was the first person to understand. I’ve always been a Daddy’s girl, being the only child he had ever gotten from his marriage with my Mom. He had wanted to have a son for a long time, but had initially come to love me just the same. As I was his only baby, he did get worried, at first. But I managed to convince him that it was my choice, and by choosing to help the one I was intended to be with to be together with the love of his life, I had somehow proven to him that I was someone who knew my priorities well and that I would know how to take care of the people I came to care about. Just exactly the kind of person he needed to inherit his entire business empire.”

Tasha smiles to herself as she recalls the events happening then, when she remembers how she had defied her own family. “He gave in after I promised that I would make it up by working my ass off to help him with the family business and to never shut away from any possibilities of finding my own life partner who would be good to me in the future once I’m ready for it.”

Once again, Jungkook is silent as he slowly lets everything that Tasha had just shared with him to sink in. Slowly sipping on his coffee, he begins to compare Tasha’s past to his current life. “Is that why you’ve been helping me? The reason why you took me home? Have you been planning to tell me all of this all along?”

Tasha smiles at him. “I took you home because it was what friends do to make sure the person they’re with is safe for the night. But yes, I did have a purpose for taking you with me and I have a reason for telling you all of this. I just want you to see that there is always another way. Another path to choose. We always have that choice, no matter what the world is making us believe when it comes to the silly soulmate system. It’s only a matter of whether or not we are brave enough to take it,” she slowly explains, before leaning closer once again. “I know what you’re doing. You’re giving them space to figure things out, aren’t you? That’s why you’re here instead of staying back there with her while she’s figuring things out.”

Swallowing hard, Jungkook admits how on point her words are and he can only nod to answer, earning a warm, knowing look from Tasha before she explains further, “That’s exactly what Wooyoung’s wife did for us too. She took a step back after she found out that I was his true soulmate, giving him the chance to embrace the universe’s gift—her own words.” Tasha lifts her hands and makes a gesture to depict quotation marks while laughing.

”But, instead of pushing us to be together, the time we had spent together had only helped open our eyes to see just how deep the love that they had truly was when he couldn’t find himself feeling the same deep love for me as what he had already felt for her.”

Leaning back, Jungkook takes a deep breath while taking it all in. Once again, he compares his own situation with hers, placing himself in the shoes of Wooyoung’s wife and thinking back to the reason why he is hiding all the way in Jeju, realising that he is doing the same thing as she did while you are experiencing what Tasha had gone through in the past. He was sure that taking himself out of the equation would help you figure things out and decide what would be best for you without him getting in the way. Except he is no longer sure if staying away for this long had been the best decision for himself and for everyone involved, when no matter how much he had wanted to make sure that you would be able to find your happiness, there is also a bigger part inside him that still insists to fight for you, to believe the words that you had told him about proving just how strong the bond between the two of you would be compared to what the universe keeps forcing on you.

If he wants to be honest, he has been feeling this way for quite a while. Maybe even since day one, when he was standing in Yugyeom’s studio apartment and feeling out of place and lost without you. But he just kept refusing to admit it, denying what his heart had wanted, all because he had also known that he wouldn’t be able to take his words and actions back after what he had done to you on the day he left.

Shaking his head, he accepts his fault for making such rash decisions and he regrets ever ignoring the voice inside his head that had kept telling him to stay and fight with you. Drawing a deep breath, he looks at Tasha and questions her, “How are you so open to this? How can you be so—”

“Amenable? Flexible? Carefree? Wild?” Tasha begins to fill in when he is unable to find the right word to describe her and her actions.

Jungkook grins. “Bold. Forward-thinking. And yes, easygoing, and also for being so open-minded and daring, even when it comes to believing in something that no other people had the courage to put their faith into.”

Tasha laughs softly before looking at him with a sharp look in her gaze. “Because I believe that there are far more important things out there beyond the silly soulmate system that had been created for us,” Tasha says as she pours more coffee into her empty mug, then does the same to fill Jungkook’s while she keeps talking. “It’s not like I don’t truly respect the soulmate system. But, I mean—sure, it sounds promising and completely hard to resist to have the entire universe making sure that we won’t have any problem finding someone to build our entire lives with. It truly is a gift that fates have it in them to make sure that we wouldn’t be alone in this world. It sounds like the perfect way to live knowing that there is someone out there made for us to love and to have our happiness written down for us since we were born into this world, don’t you think?”

“But—?”

“But—” Tasha grins. “Would it really be better and more real compared to the kind of love that we find for ourselves, the one that we would be willing to sacrifice everything for? If the universe can have a choice to play around with our fate—” she stops to give a pointed look on Jungkook’s wrist before continuing, “—then why can’t we have our choice to decide who to fall in love with?”

Jungkook blinks rapidly. All of a sudden, his chest feels tight and heavy when her words seem to strike him deep in his chest.

Because she is right.

And he feels like a fool for forgetting the fact that he had once believed the same thing as well.

All this time, he had always known that he has everything that anyone could have asked for and that he had found it with you. The kind of love that runs so deep that he feels his chest flutter each time he thinks about you. The love that has grown so deep that it becomes the reason why his heart is still beating at this very moment and why he has been hurting ever since the day he walked away. At first, he had truly believed that it would be best for him to step aside, just so you could embrace the gift that the universe is giving you. The gift that he had lost.

But walking away had only made him feel the pain that he has never felt before. Being away from you had only been complete torture. It makes him feel like he is dying inside, how the distance has slowly been chopping up his soul, taking it piece by broken piece that he no longer knows if he would have anything left of himself once the whole ordeal is over.

Once again, as if knowing where his mind is wandering off to, Tasha reaches out to grab his hand and gently says, “What you have with your girlfriend is real. Never doubt that part. I saw it with my own two eyes and I know exactly what I saw then when you were together. Why did you think I made all the effort of helping you with your surprise proposal if not because I believed in the love you had for each other?”

Shaking his head, Jungkook chuckles softly. “You’re right. You really did help me—a lot. And you didn’t even know what my situation was like back then, did you?”

Letting his hand go, she shrugs lightly and confesses, “I may not have seen it back then to know that you were not each other’s true soulmate, but I could sense something special going on between you. Something that was stronger than the soulmate connection that the entire world has been selling us. Call it a hunch from someone who had been there once.”

Jungkook bites his lips as he takes his time to think things over, before curiosity gets the best of him when he wonders how Tasha could be so strong and brave while he has been feeling so powerless against his own ordeal. “Have you ever felt—afraid, for defying fate? You’ve fought against them when you let your soulmate go so he could be with the one he loves, and now you’re trying to help me be together with the only person I’ve ever loved.”

With a light chuckle, Tasha gently shakes her head. “Have I been afraid of doing something so out of the ordinary and to defy the force that would be strong enough to ruin our entire lives under its will? Absolutely,” she admits to him before giving him a smug grin. “But it’s still not enough to make me stop doing it. I’ve always loved watching people chase the love that they choose, to fight for their happiness and get what they deserve. If I have the will and power to do something to help make it happen, I would do so with everything I have, knowing that it makes me feel happy by helping others feel the same thing. It gives me a sense of freedom that could heal my soul. And if that means that I’d be forever fighting against Fate to allow myself to feel this way, then I’ll do it over and over again.”

Jungkook looks down as he thinks deeply about her words, silently wondering if he would ever be able to be just as strong as she does. For the first time, after the day he came to find out that Namjoon was your soulmate, crushing every hope he had ever kept in his mind about having you in his life, he begins to find that missing sparks of hope blooming in his chest. Suddenly, the good faith that he had about his love for you returns full force after he had kept it dormant for the sake of giving you the chance to have what you had once wanted.

Now that the feeling has come back to him, the determination to fight against the universe and to get you back grows stronger. Though it doesn’t stop him from questioning himself—

Can he actually do it?

He keeps asking himself this as he thinks about fighting for his love and rebuilding the life that he has with you once again, no matter what it would cost him. But then he remembers how he had walked out and stepped away from you when you had insisted to make him stay so that you could fight alongside him to prove your love. He thinks about the past week that he was gone, knowing that the soulmate bond would have pulled you to Namjoon in his absence, leaving him to wonder—

Would it be too late for him to return home now and claim you back?

That same morning, you wake up in the same guest bedroom that you have been staying in, feeling so tired and broken.

You had kept the room dark, choosing to keep the lights off and keeping the curtains closed even when the dawn has long broken and the warm sunlight is forcing itself to come in. You cannot remember when you had fallen asleep, as you had found it hard to do so with your mind wandering all over the place while waves of emotions kept rushing through you all night to make you feel restless. The mixture of guilt, sadness, and hope, all collided into one before they all turned into despair before you were finally dragged into the darkness of your slumber only in your exhaustion.

Whatever glint of hope that you felt last night after receiving the call from Jungkook’s brother has now been replaced by self-condemnation and trepidation which keep intensifying each time the events from last night return to you. With a long exhale of sigh, you close your eyes, letting the memory replay itself in your head despite your wish to erase them and forget that they ever happened at all.

“It’s okay. Just give in. I’ll be here to hold you.”

Those were the words that Namjoon had whispered to you after he laid you down on his bed. It was obvious that he could see your fear when you were second-guessing yourself and while you were still trying to make sense of what was going on, and it was clear that he had noticed it as well when the bond between you took its form, as it gave its final effort of putting you both together.

But it was you who had pulled him down to you, and you had been the one giving him the kiss that should have sealed the deal.

You had come so close, just a step away from cementing your bond for eternity and severing the bond that you had built in your old life. You had already crossed the line merely seconds before, the remaining waves of your pleasure were still surging through you to remind you of it and your body was still calling for him. Yet, the moment you took in his scent, breathing in the warmth that was engulfing you in his embrace, something else inside you was shifting, and it was slowly winning, taking control to pull you out of the blinding haze.

And just then, the moment you closed your eyes, you realised that it was not his face that came into your mind. It wasn’t his voice nor his touch that your soul was searching for, and it snapped something inside you which slowly took away the fog that had clouded your sanity.

“Let it in. Let me in, baby. I know that deep down, you already know that this is so right.”

Those were the words that had compelled you into giving in to the bond and the sparks that had been building up between you all night. But right at that moment, as your soul began to cry out for another and started breaking apart inside you, everything about it felt so wrong.

With a sharp gasp, you gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss before it could have the chance to go further. Your heartbeat was still pacing rapidly in your chest, though each thrum was meant for a different reason, and the ache that came barrelling over you had nothing to do with him nor his presence. You had refused to open your eyes just then, unwilling to see the pain of your rejection reflecting in his eyes, something that you had no doubt would find after giving him such hope with what you had allowed to transpire.

And you simply refused to see reality, to know that the person holding you was not the one who you had truly wanted to be there and to have your heart broken once again knowing that he was not there.

But then a gentle brush of a finger on your cheek urged you to open your eyes, and you were surprised that instead of looking at you with disappointment and rage, Namjoon was staring at you with a warm, knowing smile plastered on his gorgeous face. It had taken you a moment and another wipe of his fingers on your face to realise that you had been crying, and that had been the reason he knew what was going on.

That your heart and soul had finally found their resolve to fight against the invisible force that had been taking control over you, and not even the soulmate bond could drown what your heart had truly desired.

And the one that your heart had been calling for was not him.

“I’m so sorry,” you had pleaded with him once reality hit you until your chest grew so tight you could barely breathe. You felt mortified, lost, and disgusted with yourself for allowing things to continue, and for ever giving him hope. And for coming so close to doing something more to severe what you had been trying to protect.

“Sshh—” Namjoon whispered to you, and you blinked your eyes to find him still smiling warmly, his gaze still filled with an understanding look instead of despair or disgust. “It’s okay, baby. I know.”

His gentle words had only made you cry louder, sending you into a sobbing mess as you fell apart beneath him. “I want him back.”

With a sigh, Namjoon continued to brush away your tears. “I know, baby. And he will come back to you. Even if he won’t, I’ll be the one dragging his ass back for making you cry every single night that he was gone.”

“This is—” you choked between your sobs and in the realisation that he had known how often you had cried yourself to sleep for missing Jungkook. You looked away from him, blinking away your tears so that you would be able to speak to him more clearly. Realising how vulnerable and exposed you were the moment the blissful fog faded from your mind, you pulled back and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying your best to cover your body from his eyes. “This shouldn’t have happened. None of this. I’m so sorry for allowing this to—”

“It had to happen,” Namjoon said, tipping your chin up just when you tried to hide from him. He made you look into his eyes, to be able to see that the same fog that had muddled his conscience had also faded from him and that he was able to think more logically now so he could calm you down. “We have both been focusing on the bond—with me who was feeling it for the first time and with you who kept fighting it—until it became the only thing we both felt above everything else. We had to let it happen so that we could open our eyes and see beyond that pull once it fades.”

Despite knowing that his words had been right, the way he said it to you still drew a bitter chuckle to come out of you. “Are you going to talk me out into believing that this was just one of those ‘getting it out of our system’ moments?”

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Namjoon gave you a sad smile before shrugging. “Maybe a little, but more like—” he stopped with a sigh, then reached out to grab a blanket from the other side of the bed which he then used to cover your bareness, wrapping it tightly around your body as if he wanted to keep your warm while protecting you from his roaming gaze. And he did it while he kept on talking, “—allowing yourself to see what your heart is asking for instead of what your body and mind is telling you to do.”

Keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around you, you kept your eyes low as Namjoon shifted away to find his pants and started putting them back on. “I’m so confused,” you whispered weakly to yourself, though it didn’t stop Namjoon from hearing them.

Lying beside you, Namjoon pulled you up until you were resting on his pillows, tucked nicely right next to him where he made you feel safe. “It’s okay to be confused. I know that you are. Honestly, I am too,” he gently said to you with a reassuring smile, one that didn’t truly reach his eyes. “But we’ll figure it out in the morning. I don’t think it would be wise to try and solve everything tonight, after what had just happened.”

You had taken that moment to ponder over his words, to wonder if you could truly believe everything that he was telling you. There was hope for a change simmering within you. Hope for a chance to reclaim the life that you had with the man that you truly loved. And yet the feeling fell short when you remembered how powerless you had been to stop things from carrying on, and how you had put yourself in this position despite your determination to wait for Jungkook’s return.

Namjoon must have felt your worries when he gently pulled you to him. His touch bared no lust when he held you to him, and his smile only offered to give you comfort as he laid down next to you, staying close to offer you his warmth and his company while you were shivering in your uncertainty.

“Stay with me tonight. I promised to hold you, didn’t I? Let me take care of you, _______,”

For the last time.

Those were the words that had been left unspoken, the words that had only made you feel even more guilty, knowing that you had been the one to cause the pain reflecting in his eyes when he pulled you into his arms for one last time, only to keep you safe in his hold until he was supposed to let you go.

Your chest still feels heavy when you take a look around the room. You try to ignore the feeling, however, and focus on making sure that you have everything packed with you and that you wouldn’t be leaving anything behind as you make your leave.

Once you are sure that you are completely ready to step away from this room once and for all, holding your travel bag in one hand and your purse in the other, you realise that you have never felt more resolved than ever, when you finally know what to do next.

Just a week ago, you had walked into this penthouse while feeling lost, dazed and confused from having two strong forces pulling you in two different directions. If only you had known then where to look, perhaps you wouldn’t have found your way here and things might have ended differently.

Much, much different than how things have turned out to be so far.

But you also know that you might have ended up living without knowing the answers to a lot of questions, haunted by the need to wonder about all the what-ifs and what could have been without ever knowing the truth. Without truly knowing what your soul has been searching for.

“You’re ready to leave?”

Namjoon appears in your path just as you walk out the door of your former bedroom. Looking just as weary as you are, he stares at you silently, not looking too shocked to see you packed and ready to go. His eyes fall on the bag you are carrying and his gaze softens for realising what is currently happening.

“I think it’s time. I’ve overstayed my welcome,” is the only thing you can say to him. You look at him a while longer, even if you have no clear idea what you are trying to find. To your reprieve, the pain that you had briefly seen in his eyes last night is no longer present, though you can also feel him putting up a wall when he straightens his shoulders and pushes his hands into his pocket.

Namjoon lowers his head as he smiles, and it is then when you can see a glimpse of remorse and pain flickering on his face, though you see no trace of them when he looks up at you again, all of his emotions are masked underneath the warm smile that he is giving you. Taking a deep inhale of breath, you realise how much it pains you to know that he is hiding his true feelings from you. The fact that he is masking his pain for your sake feels so wrong, but you also know that there is nothing that you can do about it. Not anymore, as you have made your choice and it had been some of the choices that you had made which had put the invisible strain that he is carrying and fighting so hard to hide. Once again, your guilt pinches at your heart, and you want nothing more than to fix things for him.

If only you know how to do it without sacrificing your soul.

Knowing that you no longer have the right to mess with his emotions, you do the only next best thing you know what to do.

“For what it’s worth, I did enjoy my time here with you and I’m grateful that we had a chance to see things clearly before moving on. I guess this way, at least, we’ll be leaving no place for all the questions and the what-ifs,” you calmly say to him, silently hoping that your words will not only be holding some truth in them for yous, but for him as well.

For years, despite thinking and believing that you had somehow moved on from his rejection, you have always known that deep down, you still had questions about what had happened. There had been times when you were up at night wondering about all the possibilities that had come from all the unknowing, while having no answers to help you find some peace in your heart to could actually heal you from your heartbreak.

You only realise now that have never once had the chance to find closure after his past rejection. Until now.

“Thank you for opening your doors for me and for allowing me to stay here. It’s been—” you softly laugh as you try to think of the perfect way to truly illustrate what you feel. “—quite a ride,” you finally say with a low chuckle, and you are pleased that it draws a smile from him too. With a sigh, you carefully add, “But I certainly won’t forget everything that we have shared for the past week, how much you have helped me and the friendship that we have built together. Thank you for your patience and for being so kind to me despite everything.”

Nodding his head, Namjoon seems to come to terms with the situation. Because the moment you find his gaze again, there is a glimpse of relief showing from his eyes. “You know that you’ll always be welcome here. My door will always be open for you whenever you need a place to run to,” he says with a smile, before quickly adding while jokingly, “But I truly hope that you won’t be needing it again so soon.”

Both of you smile and laugh at what he just said, and then his expression changes when he asks you, “I take it you’ve found out where he is?”

“Yes, his brother called me. He’s trying to see if he can help me get to Jungkook,” you reveal to him with a sigh, and you suddenly feel your chest grow tight as you recall the phone call that you had last night with Jungkook’s brother, how he had told you that a friend of his had informed him that she had met Jungkook and was watching over him for the time being.

The call had left you feeling restless, when your relief of finally getting some news of Jungkook’s whereabouts was trampled by your guilt. Though it didn’t stop you from feeling determined to get to him as fast as you can once you had slept on your raw emotions and after you woke up with a clear mind. You still have no idea how Jungkook would react if he ever finds out what you had done with Namjoon, but you would do everything to earn another chance to win him back, and you would do anything to be with the man that you love. You are even ready to spend your entire life making it up to him, as long as he gives you the chance to.

“I can help you with that. Just say the word,” Namjoon offers you, and it almost makes you laugh at the bitter fact that despite the disappointment that he must have been feeling because of you, Namjoon still wants to give a hand to help. Knowing him, there is no doubt that he is genuine with his offer.

With a wry smile, you shake your head. “You’ve done a lot for me already. But thanks for the offer,” you tell him then, looking straight into his eyes right after as you say to him, “I hope everything will go well with you in the future.”

Sighing in defeat, Namjoon gives you a smile and nods. “And for you too.”

Nodding at him, you give him one last smile before walking around him to make your way to the front door. You try your best not to tense up and to keep your chin up as you walk past him, but then he turns and calls your name gently when you are merely a few steps away from the door, his voice stopping you in your tracks.

“Would it have been possible for us to be together back then without feeling like crap?” he suddenly asks you before you even turn around to see what he is up to. Once you look over your shoulder, Namjoon lifts his shoulder in a simple shrug.

“I’m only asking because that’s what I’m feeling right now. It feels like crap because it made me happy that you were here, that I had a chance to spend time with you, to get to know you better, and for me to—” he stops and swallows hard, taking his time to find his words as he looks at you. “I loved being with you, and I know now that we would’ve been good together. But it makes me feel bad that we would have to sacrifice someone else to do so, if we ever choose to go down that route. But I also can’t help to wonder if things would have been the same as what we had this past week if I hadn’t acted like a coward and we had gotten together the way we were supposed to.”

Turning in your heels to get a better look at him, you can only shake your head. “I honestly have no good answer for that since I don’t know what would have happened if things had gone differently between us,” you regretful tell him then, stopping a moment to ponder the thought before speaking again.

“But, you know what? We could have. Maybe we would have fallen madly in love with each other once we gave each other a chance, or maybe we would have grown apart because we haven’t become the people we were meant to be if we had met then,” you say to him with a smile. “And yes, we would have been perfect for each other to the point that we’d make everyone else around us sick at how perfect we are together. But then again, sometimes things just don’t work that way. Not even if the universe had designed it to be.”

You turn to face him completely. If you are going to be absolutely honest with him, then perhaps it would be best to give him the honest truth, giving both of you the final closure that you have both needed to have for years. “That night, when I saw you in that room, I immediately fell for you so hard that it felt like my heart was trampled into pieces for believing that you wouldn’t be mine.”

Your confession seems to surprise him. Namjoon’s eyes grow wide for a brief moment before he smiles and nods at you. “I guess that’s the answer to everything,” he says, confusing you further when he suddenly seems like he has found his own resolve.

“What do you mean?”

When your gaze meets his once again, you find nothing more but clarity glowing in his eyes. “You loved me. You might even still love me now,” he says, giving you the kind of smile that no longer carries his remorse or the pain of having to let go of a huge part of his life that had been written for him. The only thing he shows you when he looks at you is relief, a sense of contentment and acceptance when he says, “But you are not in love with me.”

You flinch a little at this, and he must have caught it, because he immediately adds before you can speak in return, “And that is okay, because what you have is bigger than what we would have ever had since it is something that you have chosen for yourself, not something that had been chosen for you. You and I both know that you have always deserved to have more than that.”

Keeping your eyes on him, you know without any further explanation that he was talking about the soulmate bond, how he can see that you can have something more, just as long as you reach out for it.

For some reason, his words give you comfort. And then your mind wanders briefly to the past, to the younger version of his who had once held so much confidence and belief that he would be more superior than the soulmate bond and whatever fate was planning for him. “You said so then too, remember?” you question him while picturing the image of him standing in the kitchen area in some random fraternity house that you had never once walked into, drunkenly talking about his big dreams in front of his friends and his pretty girlfriend. “Somewhere between your words of rejection and your defiance against the soulmate bond, you had believed in it too. You had said then, in your own words, that there had to be something else beyond this soulmate system that had been designed for us. Something bigger, stronger, and perhaps it would matter more than what the universe wants us to find.”

There is a glint of something new in his eyes—is it pride? Acknowledgement? Or perhaps an understanding that he shares the same idea—when he nods. “And you have found it,” he says with a calm voice.

“I’m sorry,” you start to apologise, only to have him shaking his head.

“You don’t apologise for love,” he says, once again sighing in defeat, before he lifts his chin up. “I do, apologise, however, for not being worthy enough to hold on to you and to fight for us.”

You smile at him. “You are worthy, Namjoon,” you gently tell him.

And you mean it.

But you have given your heart and soul to another, and you are willing to fight to be with that person to the very end of your long journey.

Mr Choi-PA: Mr. Jeon has departed. We got him on the last flight of the day departing for Seoul

Tasha: Good. Thank you, Mr. Choi.

Tasha: You’re free for the night. I have nowhere else to go so I might just return to the loft once I’m done here

Mr Choi-PA: Yes, Ma’am.

Mr Choi-PA: I will be on standby at 7.30 AM to pick you up tomorrow for the meeting with Mr. Lee

With a smile on her face, Tasha types down a few more words of gratitude to send out to her driver and personal assistant before slipping the cellphone back into her purse. The elevator ride ends just then and the door opens to the rooftop bar. The same bar where she had spent hours drinking and sharing life stories with Jungkook just the night before.

After spending most of the day helping Jungkook plan out his return to Seoul, Tasha had joined her father who had come to supervise the resort while she sent Jungkook away with her driver taking care of business for her as he went back to his friend’s place to pack up his things and say goodbye. She is exhausted, drained from being a martyr as she helped a friend defy the century-old system that had been controlling all human beings in their chances of love and from spending the rest of the day going around the resort to deal with its management issues until late.

She feels so drained that there is nothing she wants to do more than to simply return to her loft and lie down in bed. Perhaps she could catch up with some sleep, taking back all the hours that she had lost from having her impulsive runt with Hyuk yesterday night.

But on her way back, she felt the sudden urge to have a nightcap before bed. Only that the idea of having one back in her loft while she is alone at home had sounded so sad. She felt the need to be in the crowd for some reason, even if it is only for the sake of drowning her thoughts with the loud sounds of people chattering and live music playing on the stage, which had been the reason why she made her way back up here before she would retreat for the night.

The bar counter doesn’t seem as crowded as the night before, and she finds no problem in finding an empty seat where she could settle herself into. She looks around, finding Hyuk being too busy tending the VIP guests on the other side of the floor to notice her, so she turns to call out the new bartender servicing the guests tonight to get her fill.

“Martini. Dry,” she immediately orders her usual.

“Do you want to open a tab tonight, Ms. Lee?”

She quickly shakes her head. “No, I’m just having this one before I go.”

One drink to celebrate yet another love story being written in history.

As she takes slow sips of her drink, savouring it instead of downing it so she could find a moment to relax, Tasha pulls out her phone, scrolling down the messages that she had been receiving all afternoon. A smile comes to her face when she comes across the last message that she had exchanged with Wooyoung, when he had let her know that he would be flying in with his wife next weekend for a short vacation while asking if they could meet. She feels excited as she imagines telling Wooyoung and his wife the story of Jungkook and his quest to find love, as the three of them had grown close after their saga that many years ago.

She suddenly feels the urge to laugh when she thinks about how her relationship with her soulmate had evolved over the years. How they have grown to have a sibling-like relationship since then. Even his wife has become a part of it, all because they still care about each other despite everything that had transpired between them.

She continues scrolling, stopping on the message that she had sent to Jungkook’s brother last night after watching Hyuk drop Jungkook in the guest bedroom back at her loft. It had been a relief that she had taken her time to exchange numbers with some of the family members who had attended the dinner party at Bovine that night a few months back, making it possible for her to send the news to Jungkook’s family before she would make sure to convince him to return.

Placing the phone back in her purse, Tasha tries to enjoy the moment, though she cannot help but let her mind wander off to Jungkook one last time. She is not the kind of person who enjoys meddling in someone else’s business. She had almost ignored the voice in her head that kept telling her to make an exception this time when she saw Jungkook last night at the bar.

Just like what she had told Jungkook this morning, Tasha has always been someone who adores romance. She may have never once truly experienced true love, yet she still loves the concept of love itself, and she still yearns for it just like how everyone else would wait for their own happy endings. That was the reason why she had taken it a stride when Wooyoung confessed to her for having someone that he had already loved before they met and how she agreed to stay with them as they tried to figure things out until the day they officially wed.

It was also the reason why she had felt such a strong pull in her soul to help Jungkook. And now that she had done what was needed, she cannot help but feel pleased with herself for listening to that inner voice of hers, to know that despite whatever the outcome might be, it was truly worth it when she saw the determination in Jungkook’s eyes when he told her that he was ready to return to Seoul to get back to you.

Lifting her glass of drink, she looks closely at the glowing liquid as she murmurs softly to no one in particular, “Isn’t love such a funny thing?”

“I’m sorry?”

A deep voice suddenly speaks to her. She snaps up and looks over to the man sitting beside her, who had, no doubt, heard what she had just said and is now looking at her curiously.

Tasha falls silent for a moment, astounded by the sight of the gorgeous man and the fact that he is looking straight into her eyes. Already well trained to regain her composure, she covers her stumble and shock with an easy laugh. “Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking out loud.”

The man laughs with her. “I do that all the time too, mostly when the music is loud like this and you can’t hear your own thoughts,” he says, pointing at the live band playing on the stage across the room. Tasha follows his gaze before turning back to him.

“You’re not enjoying the band?”

“Oh, I’m enjoying the music. It’s just…loud,” he says, chuckling at himself. And Tasha is surprised to find just how comforting his voice is when he does that. “But I honestly don’t mind it. I just got out of a different kind of party and this is the scene that I needed.”

“Another party?” she asks, raising her pretty eyebrows curiously. She finally takes a look closer at him then, scanning his looks—from the folded tuxedo jacket that he has hung on the back of his seat, the folded sleeves of his shirt, the bowtie that has been left hanging loose on his collar—

“Let’s see…Nice tux, sleek hair, must have been a fancy one. And something proper. I’m guessing it was a wedding?”

He raises his eyebrows, looking surprised. Judging from the way he laughs while looking astonished, she knows that she has hit the jackpot even before she confirms it himself. “You’re mighty observant. How did you know?”

Acting coy about it, Tasha lightly shrugs. “I work with people. I manage things to make sure that I can keep people entertained, so I’ve learned to read them to know how I could please them and fulfil their needs,” she says, stopping when she sees him making a curious face at her comment. It takes her a moment to realise that he might have taken it the wrong way.

With a chuckle, she waves her hand at him. “Oh no, darling. Not that kind of work. No offence to the ladies who work in that field, though,” she says, still giggling at his reaction, thinking of how adorable he looks whenever he is confused or lost. “I work in management, and I manage places where people would go to when they need to wind down and have fun. This bar, for example, is just one of them.”

The man nods, exhaling a soft chuckle as he says, “Ah, gotcha,” before he finally introduces himself as Matthew. Matthew Kim, a freelance developer who has been staying at a different resort on the island for the past couple of nights for the wedding he attended. She keeps repeating his name in her head for some reason, even as she gives him hers.

“So, what’s with the drinks?” she asks him curiously once she remembers that the resort did host a simple wedding reception at one of its open courts which isn’t supposed to end yet. “Did they not serve you enough alcohol at the party?” Even if she had called it a night and had vowed to not spare her mind in anything related to work, she cannot help but to start compartmentalising, trying to take notes to see if there is something that her staff might be missing out on.

Tossing his drink down his throat, Matthew laughs and shakes his head in return. “No, no, I’m just here to celebrate. I couldn’t do it properly earlier when I had too many eyes on me,” he says while raising his glass to her. “It was my soulmate’s wedding, after all.”

Her world immediately stops. “Your…soulmate?”

Matthew orders another round of drinks for the two of them while any plan that she has made about ending the night short simply vanishes into the back of her mind when he begins sharing his story. How he met his soulmate during high school reunion—she was an old schoolmate of his who had moved out to the States back in high school, before they ever had the chance to realise they were soulmates—and how their reunion had happened too late—for she had fallen in love with someone else while he had claimed himself married to his job and current lifestyle—and how he had found that there was no need for them to change everything when the bond between them could never change their feelings for each other, since they had only considered each other as friends. Unlike Tasha’s or Jungkook’s case, Matthew simply stepped aside to let his soulmate continue on with her life, without him, and he had chosen to accept her invitation to come to her wedding today so he could give both of them the closure that they both had needed to move on from one another.

As he keeps on telling her this, Tasha simply grows silent. Too stunned to make a comment or to even speak when she cannot believe that her new companion would be experiencing the exact same thing as she did.

“Maybe you were right, after all,” he says once he is done sharing his story with her and after she revealed a bit of her past.

“About what?” she asks him, her voice coming out almost breathless as she finds him leaning much closer, allowing her to see the vulnerability in his eyes which had appeared after they had opened themselves up to one another, showing each other the part of their souls which the world could never have the chance to see.

“What you said earlier about love,” he says, grinning widely while looking seemingly amused at how she is reacting to him. “It really is a funny thing, isn’t it?”

Tasha has no answer to his question. Her words are simply lost in her throat as she is too mesmerised by the sight of his tattoo, the soulmate mark that she sees engraved on his wrist—the clutter of hydrangea flowers which appear almost identical to hers. Almost. Except the flowers on his wrist have been painted in blue while she has purple petals painted on her skin.

As they continue to share the night, spending the long blissful hours in each other’s company, she becomes even more lost in the beauty of his eyes, in the deep gaze that he gives her which makes her feel like she is the only person in the world that he sees.

It wouldn’t be until the next morning when Tasha finally finds out how smart and quick-witted Matthew is as a person, and for him to realise that she is just as free-spirited and ambitious as he is when it comes to enjoying life and giving everything that she has to build her career.

It wouldn’t be until the week after when the soft, warm flutters begin to rise in her chest each time she looks at him, when she would find herself getting lost deeper and deeper in his beautiful gaze while he would begin to find it hard to simply look away from her beauty.

And they would still feel the same way for each other even after months later, when he still looks at her with deep admiration when she wakes up each morning by his side, welcoming the new day together in his embrace as they build their new life in the blissful love that they had chosen as theirs.

honourable mention: Kwon Hyuk as the bartender

➥ Author’s note | Didn’t I promise you that everyone is going to have their happy endings? Curious to know what happens between Jungkook and yn next? One final chapter is left to give you the answer. If the final chapter is going to be short, then I might combine the epilogue and post them together as a long post. So stay tuned for that update coming. If you’re still reading the story to this point, thank you so much for staying and for being with me through this whole ride. I love you guys a lot!

❥ Commissioned by @namgishope​

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[hedgewitchgarden]

TRAVEL BACK A CENTURY OR so, to a chilly winter night. Christmas has come and gone, and New Year’s Eve is on the horizon when a group of carolers approach your door. They’re dressed as figures from the Nativity. Elated, you welcome them. Then you notice a terrifying stranger among them: a tall creature with musky-smelling hair, silver bull horns, and a snapping jaw pierced with nails. He dances and jumps to the music, sometimes pouncing on children.

Meet Turoń, a symbol of virility. Polish Academy of Sciences folklorist Ewa Masłowska says the figure’s name derives from tur, the Polish word for aurochs, an ancient bovine that roamed much of Eurasia but was hunted to extinction by the 17th century. Turoń was one of the traditional characters portrayed by mummers who wandered and danced through the streets of Poland from Christmas through Lent. Unlike other European winter creatures, such as Père Fouettard and Krampus, Turoń does not dole out punishment. Instead, says Masłowska, this hirsute representative of ideal manhood brings blessings of fertility, including a good harvest for the year ahead.

Performing as Turoń descended from a millennia-old pre-Christian Polish tradition, when men dressed as aurochs and danced in rituals intended to bring fertility to their communities and farmland. The modern Turoń entered each home to chase people, particularly children, and dance frantically to the music. He then collapsed into a lifeless heap on the floor, only to be “reborn” when the carolers or hosts provided him with a small sip of vodka. After drinking it, he sprang to life again. According to Masłowska’s research, this ritual of life, death, and rebirth echoes another ancient pagan tradition in Poland: symbolizing the lunar cycle of waxing and waning through different animals, which in turn also represent ritual rites of passage for humans. In the tradition, the impressive horns of the aurochs are a symbol of the crescent moon.

The tur—and, by extension, Turoń—is primarily associated with fertility, strength, and masculinity. Even today in Poland, the phrase silny jak tur, or strong as an aurochs, conveys power and sexual prowess in a man.

However, it turns out that even the virile Turoń needs protection. Turoń behaves aggressively, and the costumes are particularly fearsome, the mummer’s face completely hidden, to fool evil spirits that might also have been out and about on the cold winter night.

“The mask was to protect against the devil, against evil. If they are in the mask, it means that they are strangers,” Masłowska says. “The evil is also a stranger, so the evil will not disturb [Turoń, thinking it is one of their own].”

Turoń’s terrifying appearance, and tendency to chase children, allows the figure essentially to blend in with malevolent creatures so that they leave him alone, letting him stealthily deliver blessings to the community.

The tradition of Turoń coming to your door around Christmas more or less died out in the 20th century, though mummers dressed as aurochs were sometimes spotted in the days leading up to Ash Wednesday and other times of year.

However, much like the revival of Krampus, now a global phenomenon, the Germanic Frau Perchta, and the shaggy kukeri of Bulgaria, Turoń is making a bit of a comeback. While the blessing bull figure is likely enjoying more attention as part of a pop culture trend celebrating the darker characters of winter holidays, there’s something else behind renewed interest in the tradition. Some practitioners of Rodnovery, a modern interpretation of pre-Christian Slavic beliefs, are reviving the ancient pagan fertility ritual of stado, which involved men dressed as aurochs, and bringing the dancing bull back to Polish streets.

So if a tall creature resembling a bull shows up at your door, don’t dismiss him out of hand. Just have the vodka ready.

#slavic lore #polish traditions #winter holidays #slavic #turon

[mosneakers]

Questions for Starling: 8, 13, 22, and 41. 😊

Thank goodness someone asked Starling some questions! She was about to have a MELTDOWN, GIRL. Sorry it took so long to answer. Since we're talking Starling here, it's obligatory to be a bit more... extra 😅

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

As the oldest child of 10, Starling took it upon herself to boss her siblings around pretty often. There was no need for this, since Birdie and Ginovan were active parents, and hired plenty of help when needed. So of course her parents would often have to ask her to stop this behavior. Even to this day, she loves to employ her siblings to do tasks for her. (for example, her little sister Owlie is her assistant)

13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

When reached for questioning, Starling responded to this question with "Pink. All shades of pink. I definitely look better than anyone else does in pink." ...I think she may have misunderstood the question. Starling was raised by Birdie, who definitely followed a very pastel, doll-house color palette her entire life, consisting of baby-blues, powder-pinks and white. Starling, being the most like her mother, definitely adopted these colors into her wardrobe herself with the overall understanding that these colors fit her and her family's appearance the best.

However! As an actress,Starling has gotten her colors analyzed professionally many times (yes this is a real thing) And most color theory analysts agree that while her color combinations are quite an enigma, they say that her skin tone is neutral-to-cool leaning, suggesting that she can really pull off anything if she wanted to (obviously) but looks best in saturated cool tones. She really struggled emotionally with this at first, but after therapy, started experimenting with gemstone color palettes, such as rubies, teals, jades, and even black. I think these colors look absolutely striking on her and give her a more adult appearance, but the debate continues on forums dedicated to Starling Darling. She'll have to find balance in her wardrobe for sure, but what do you, the readers, all think?

22.How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

I think we've all seen plenty of instances where the way Starling presented her jealousy was less than ideal. One could definitely see it as possessive, yes. She really struggles with the possibility of being upstaged, and will go to rather theatrical lengths to one-up a sim who has wronged her.

41. How do they feel about children? 

Starling isn't super thrilled about other sims' children. They've often got snotty noses and sticky fingers, and she doesn't believe that everyone should have them. She believes straight people should have to take an evaluation before having them. However, growing up in a large family is all she's ever known and she wants the same for herself. Mira can be heard taking a sigh of relief and she specifies that she doesn't want quite as many kids as her parents had though. Also, Starling and Mira are both very busy working women. They've talked about children in the near future, but are both hesitant when it comes to pregnancy. Starling isn't so much afraid of losing her figure, she just isn't sure if her petite frame could bear a child well, and will probably seek out the service of a sturdy surrogate, with bovine-like hips that are perfect for childbearing, such as her cousin, Coraleye.

#ts4 #oc & creator questions #ask #💌 #essential starling information #Starling Darling #Zoey95

[bovinefigureoftheday]

Bovine figure of the day: Hagen Renaker Holy Cow

#bovine figure of the day #hagen renaker #cattle #generic cattle

[rockandroar]

Continuing introductions of Rock & Roar 2 characters! Troy the Highland bull is a bassist with a big heart and a flair for the dramatic. You can find him after school with the other theater kids, rehearsing his latest role for Pacifica High School’s next big production. He will gladly take on other personas and costumes - even combing his hair out of the way for the sake of the role - but at the end of the day, he’s definitely a band tees kind of person.

When he isn’t reading someone else’s play, he’s writing his own. He’s also thinking about writing a novel, and writes most of his band’s lyrics too.

Although he is known for his kind demeanor, he’s also respected -and feared, by some - for his strength and towering stature. He’s something of a body guard for his friends, because if anyone in his group is being teased, all Troy needs to do is snort in the pest’s direction and they will quickly back down at the sight of his horns pointing right at them.

At times, Troy can be over-the-top in his reactions to any small crisis, and is generally the first to panic at any sign of something going off-script, figuratively speaking. He often needs reassurance from his friends that everything will be alright. But his creative abilities and sweet disposition will make certain that you’ll want to have this bully-fighting bovine on your team.

#rock and roar #visual development #2000s #millennials #myspace #emo kid #original character #animal characters #cartoon animation #concept art #webcomic #anthropomorphic #anthro #highland cow #bovine #cattle #emo scene #2000s emo #my ocs drawing #my ocs art #character reference #character art #character design #character concept #originalcharacter #character sheet

[thatsadbietch]

Baking Bloopers

As island rep, it's your job to help new islanders settle in. But you're particularly excited, as this islander is not exactly new, but rather an old and beloved friend.

This one's for you @sallymoon135! I was so happy to write this one though and I hope you like it 💞

Patty is amazing, I love the cow villagers! It's a shame there's not more of them.

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You stroll along the stone walkway, a basket of baking ingredients in tow, headed toward a brown house with a red roof.

“Her style hasn’t changed a bit!”  You think to yourself, a little skip in your step as you follow your self-constructed path eastward.  As you said goodbye to one friend, another new one usually contacts Tom within a few days and moves on over.  This friend, however, is not exactly “new.” New to your island, sure, but you two went back.  It had been years since you saw each other last.

You could barely contain your excitement as you knocked on the door.

“Be right there!” a familiar voice called, and in a moment, you were greeted by a brown cow.  The broom in her hoof and dust on her orange dress told you she was hard at work getting settled.

“Need a hand, neighbor?” you grinned, and your grin grew into an elated smile as comprehension washed over the bovine’s features.

“Y..Y/N?! What are you doing here!?”

“I live here!”

“So, we’re…”

“We’re neighbors again!” Patty dropped her broom and you two embraced, both of you jumping excitedly in each other’s arms.

“I can’t believe you’re here!” You exclaimed.

“I can’t believe you’re here! Tom told me the island rep would be here to say hi, but I didn’t know he was talking about my long-distance bestie!” Patty said, motioning for you to come in.  Most of her things were still in boxes, but there was a couch and a refrigerator ready for use.  

“I brought some stuff to make a cake with.  I thought we could bake together, you know, like before.” You said a bit sheepishly, extending the basket. “My NookPhone has a pretty solid camera, too.  We could make a video and post it online. If you still were looking to get your brand out there.”  Patty looked thoughtfully at you.

“How now! Yes, of course! We’ll make the most fab cake this island has ever seen! We’ll go from food to fame, you and me!” She said, accepting the basket.  Then paused to look around her house.

“Well, maybe after I unpack a little bit.”

“Why don’t I help you? We could be done in no time!”  Patty smiled.

“Oh, my fabulous bestie! Thank you!”

You dove into the first box in front of you, which funnily enough was kitchenware.  Patty might have had more kitchenware and appliances than clothes, but that was a close race.  She wanted a pop star life, and she had the voice and determination to start something.  But she was good at other things too, having another passion for crafting the most gourmet food out of seemingly nothing.  You’d seen her work firsthand, introducing herself to you in your old neighborhood with a simple yet flavorful orange tart.

You placed her mixer on the island countertop and her various grilling and cooking utensils in cabinets while she worked on living room décor and setting up her computer.  That video wasn’t going to edit and upload itself, after all.

You started on a second box, one filled with framed pictures.  You figured she’d want to place these, but you couldn’t help taking a peek.  There was one with her and Brewster; apparently, she used to work with him at The Roost.  You found some of the other mutual friends you two shared, and some of her, a little younger and with her parents.  Finally, you pulled out a framed photo of the two of you.  You both were covered in flour, but your smiles were wide and goofy behind a messy countertop.

“I remember this,” you chuckled as your bovine bestie came over.

“How-now, the kitchen looks great! Thank you!” She remarked, looking over your job. “Whatcha got?”

“Check this out,” you said giddily, flipping the photo to show Patty, “Remember when you tried to teach me how to bake your blonde brownies?”

“Tried is the right word there! You didn’t have a baking bone in your body!”

“Hey, I did my best! I totally have at least one baking bone now.”

“Oh yeah? Then let’s do it! Let’s make the video!”  You blanked, not expecting to be put on the spot.

“Wait, now?”

“Why not?” Patty asked, hyping you and herself up.  “I found my camera stand, our NookPhones can sit on that. And I’ll be there too, duh! It’ll be okay. I won’t let you catch my house on fire.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed. “Prepare yourself, because I don’t think you’re ready to handle my baking skills.”

“The microwave doesn’t count, how-now!”

“Ouch,” you chuckled, gathering the basket you brought over while Patty set up her NookPhone.

“So, bestie, when was the last time you made a video?” Patty asked, helping to lay out ingredients so they were at their most presentable.

“Probably when our picture was taken.” You said sheepishly.  After you left your neighborhood to pursue another career path, you haven’t thought too much about becoming famous.  “Maybe I should just be cameraperson?”

“How about a guest star? We can still be on screen together, but not all the time. And you know you could be a guest star in my house whenever you want!”  You thought that could work.  Much less time and dedication on your part, since you also had a whole island full of residents to look after.  But you still get to help your long-time friend with her goals.  You shrugged.

“What the hell, guest star it is!”

You stood behind the NookPhone, making sure lighting and sound were all in Patty’s favor.  You started a countdown.

“Three, two…” she seemed almost nervous, until “one, action!” was called, and a switch had been flipped.

“How-now, cows, bees, and all in between! My name’s Patty, and welcome to my TubeView channel!”

“She’s already got an intro and a platform? I shouldn’t be surprised,” you thought.

“Today we’ll be making a two-tier chocolate cake, using my very own recipe.  And today, to help with my ultra-special very first episode is my dear friend, Y/N!”  It was just you two in the house, but still, you took a deep breath before walking into the frame.  Suddenly you were shy and a little anxious.

“Now Y/N, you’re the ever-so-famous island representative over at Y/Island, can you tell us just a little bit about that?”

“Um, sure…” you started, and as you started explaining briefly what you do, everything started becoming more natural.  It was like being introduced to a friend of Patty’s you’d never met before.

“That sounds like a lot of hard work! Not here though, your job here will be… a piece of cake!”  You paused for a moment before bursting out laughing at her terrible joke.  Patty was startled, but only for a moment before she joined you.

“Yhaha/N-anahaha, it wahas a bad joke!” Patty exclaimed, leaning on the counter.

“I knohohow!” you choked out, trying to calm down.

“Ohokay, I’ll edit that out myself. Please, continue.”  Patty took a deep breath and listed the ingredients needed for the cake, some residual humor still played in her voice.

“Now Y/N, first we combine the dry ingredients.  Go ahead and add the flour to our bowl.”  You did so, rather aggressively, giving you and Patty a fresh covering of flour.  She looked at you blankly.

“Well, this feels familiar,” you said, snickering a little bit.  Patty face palmed but hid a smile creeping up on her features.  She glared back at you and you, measuring cup still in hand, brought it up to your mouth to give it a puff of air.  This sent the remaining flour flying over your friends’ features.

You were noticeably trying not to have another giggle fit.  That is until Patty took a pinch of flour from the bowl and blew it in your direction, which seemed to break the dam.

“Ohoho, it’s oohohn,” you giggled, taking a pinch as well and blowing it towards Patty, who could no longer keep a stern face and was cackling alongside you.

“Thaahat’s it!” Patty lunged, but just missed as you ran around the island, putting it between you two.  You reached for more of the flour but missed as you flung it.  She ran quickly around the island, more quickly than you anticipated as you tripped trying to get your legs from 0 to 100. Patty hurried and sat on your back, reaching down and finding the shallows of your underarms.

“WaitwaitwaIT! Bwahahaha! Paahahatteehehey!” You squealed at the surprise ticklish sensation.  You kicked and thrashed, but being on your stomach didn’t give you much leverage as Patty was free to trail from your underarms to your ribs, sending you quickly into hysterics.

“Awww, my fabulous bestie, look at you! You’re adorable!” Patty cooed, adding to the blush forming on your face.

“Paahahahaatteeeey! STohohohohop!” you pleaded, trying and failing to grab her wrists, which was much harder to do on your belly. She giggled before responding.

“But your laugh is so wonderful, how-now! I could just tickle you all day and listen!”

“Nohohoho YOU CAHAHAN’T!! BWAHAHA!” You cried, erupting in renewed cackles as your bovine friend kneaded your hip bones.  You were kicking wildly behind you as each poke, scratch, and squeeze sent a giddy current through your body.  And honestly, you weren’t complaining.  

“What’s wrong bestie?” Patty asked innocently as her tickles further descended you into madness, “You even said, it’s on!”

“Yohoho’re cheheheheating!!”  Patty gasped at the accusation and halted her attack for a moment.

“Cheating? Absolutely not, how now! I’m actually doing you a favor!” 

“What kind of favor is THIS!?” You were still trying to get out from underneath your sinister companion and thought you managed to wriggle free.  However, you only managed to roll on your back; Patty still straddled your waist.  And something about that look in her eye said that was exactly what she wanted.

“Well, you said you had at least one baking bone in your body. I wanted to help you find it!” Oh no.

“Patty that’s not necessary-”

“We’ll start looking here!” And with that, she began the “search” on and in between your ribs.

“Patty-EEE HEHEHE! NOOHOHOHOT AGAHAHIAN!” you cried out, grabbing her wrists, but more for something to hold onto than to pry away.

“Sorry, bestie, the process might tickle juuust a bit!” she teased, and chuckled when you covered your face, as if Patty wasn’t aware of what her words were doing.

“What do you think a baking bone would feel like, how-now? Like, how will we know I found it?” Patty asked as your giggles continued to bubble out.

“I might just have to listen for it.” She slowed, baiting the question, which you promptly asked.

“Lihehesten for it?”

“Yes! More giggles must mean I’m close, right?”

“Patty that’s not how that-WORHOHORKS!” She started her search again on your hip bones, and you threw your head back, eliciting a yelp before once again dissolving into a mad cackle.

“Hmm, I think I’m closer!” Patty grinned, slowly spidering her way to the soft part of your belly, creeping under your shirt. Her touch was feathery and light, and it was almost unbearable.

“Pahahahtty!!” Your voice went up an octave as you instinctively tried to curl in on yourself.  Patty resorted to pinching your sides every time you did. “I cahahahan’t!”

“You can’t what, bestie?” Patty asked, still in a way that seemed like she was an innocent bystander in your demise.

“Ihihihit tihihckles, Pahahtty!”

“I warned you it might, how-now!” she responded gleefully, but saw your mirthful tears and thought you about had as much as you could take. “I’ll check just one more place!”  She stated, but before you had time to react your bubbling titters turned boisterous as ticklish sensations shot through your body. Patty squeezed the tops of one of your knees while spidering the top of the other.

“I think I found it!... Or I might have found a funny bone.  Either way, I love the laughs you have, bestie!” Patty encouraged, and your blush deepened yet again.  Pretty soon you hadn’t the strength to squirm anymore, and realizing this Patty stopped and rolled off your waist, taking a seat on the floor next to you.

“Maybe we got something on camera worthy of a blooper reel!” She exclaimed.

“You are NOT putting this online!” You scolded, still catching your breath.  She laughed in response and helped you to sit up.

“As many followers as you might get just by being a total cutie, I wouldn’t do that.  I would use the flour fight though, that was fun!”

“It was all fun,” you said before you could stop yourself.  

“It was, wasn’t it, how-now? We always have a blast together!” Patty exclaimed, wrapping her arms around your neck in a sincere hug.

“I’ve missed you, bestie! I’m so glad we’re neighbors again!”  Touched, you returned her gesture.

“Me too.”

#acnh villagers #acnh #animal crossing #lee!reader #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #animal crosing new horizons

[kilowogcore]

Barflatz is a common Bolovaxian expression that refers ta th' excrement of a local bovine.

An' here's the thing, Poozers. There's a lotta bad people in th' world. An' they're in positions of power. Jeremy Adams, who wrote the comic I took this meme from, is a horrible person who nevertheless has power over the Green Lantern comic book at this time.

But most people are actually good! An' most people are pretty clever too! We ain't the only ones who've figured out that we gotta get rid of capitalism, an' more people are figurin' that out every single day.

I ain't sayin' that savin' our species won't be work, cuz it will be work. But it definitely ain't hopeless. Trust people ta' be better than ya' might think, because most people are worthy of that trust.

#comics #dc comics #kilowog #green lantern #communism #anti capitalism #hope #Okay there are worse people in the world than Jeremy Adams but I'm still pissed that misogynistic bastard is ruining my favorite comics

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse Party

Down on The Farm.

Krillin didn't find himself often taking cases outside of his jurisdiction but this one just so happened to be involved in a farm located not far from where Goku stayed and lived with his family. So the journey via flying and his hover cycle wasn't too bad, especially after he swung by to say hi to Chichi, which of course involved a nice hot and heavy quickie blowing her back out. Hey the woman had needs and an itch to scratch and given how often her husband was out and about training for weeks to months on end, how could Krillin not do her a regular solid? It wasn't that different from the peculiar little friends with benefits deal he had going on with Bulma, made the former monk wonder how bad Saiyan women had it when it came to the males of their species.

But that particular train of thought was on pause while in another universe a certain female saiyan pair sneezed when Krillin had arrived at his destination. The owner of this modest farm home was a Bovine woman by the name of Holly who according to the calls reported by her had been having issues with a stalker on her campus, to which the cow girl sowed him the evidence to prove it after greeting and welcoming him into her home. There on her table laid an assortment of gifts and love confessions, clearly unwanted and judging by the harsh words on the more semi recent items, had begun to turn violent. Threats of harm, harsh crude language such as “To the world’s loveliest corpse”, “go to hell, whore!!” and many such notable statements and declarations of one sided obsessive love turned to murderous hate at perceived slight of rejection made it clear the poor woman was understandably frightened and in need of protection.

So given the severity of the situation, the compact fighting officer stuck around for a few days and nights, waiting for the creep to make a move which was guaranteed if he perceived Krillin as some rival in the way of his obsession. About week or so later one evening the sleaze-ball made his move as he attempted to break in while Holly had been having a shower, suffice to say given the gap in terms of skill alone Krillin had? He never stood a chance and didn’t know what hit him as the short king made swift work of subduing him, right down to a few shots to the crotch that ensured the dirtbag would be useless to a woman and never so much as her an erection ever again. It was hard to tell what shocked and surprised Holly more when she came to see what the commotion was, finding Krillin having captured and outright emasculated if not borderline castrated her stalker or the look on the shortround cop's face at the fact she was still wet and naked from her shower and wearing little more than a loose bathrobe..which barely struggled to contain her fine physical assets..

After that awkwardness had passed and the proper calls to the authorities were made, Mr.Soon to be spending the rest of his life dickless and ballless as a prison bitch stalker was arrested and taken away, followed by a round of questions and statements per procedure of course. Krillin figured it was about the right time for him and Holly to part and go their ways but of course the dairy farmer cow absolutely and sweetly insisted she couldn't just let him go yet. At least not without a proper reward as thanks for being such a hero and all for her sake, and really how could he not pass up such a cute and pretty face. It was too damn adorable.

So there he found himself sitting comfy at her cosy kitchen table as she was busy preparing who knows what, doing his best to be polite and not ogle her backside. 18 was seriously such a bad influence on him, probably more of a perv than Master Roshi which was saying something and it didn't help Holly had on a simple white tanktop and denim jeans, the latter of which really highlighted her hips and thighs while struggling to contain that dumptruck ass of hers. Mercifully she was done preparing whatever it was as she made her way to the table and served up what seemed to be a bowl of ice cream, the Neapolitan treat radiating with a chill and looking delicious. Looking back and forth between the bowl and her face with its beaming smile before he decided to dig in as he picked up his spoon and began to dig in.

Krillin:*Soon as he took his first few bites, it was felt like there was a party in his mouth and everyone was invited, flavours dazzling his tastebuds.* “Hey this is pretty good….”*Feeling tempted to just scarf it all down but not wanting to risk the brain freeze. It was better than most store bought brands by miles, that’s for sure. Holly beaming with a smile as bright as the sun e with some pride.*

Holly:”Aww thanks honey, I was hoping you’d enjoy it. Made itself fresh myself here at home…..”*Her smile suddenly turning alluring and seductive much to his puzzlement. His confusion shifting to steady growing realisation as the bovine leaned his way, her massive udders bouncing inches from his face.*”and I’d just looooooooove to give you some more if you’d like….”*Krillin couldn’t help but blush as it became clear what way Holly wanted to show how thankful she was. His eyes treacherous as they ogled those tanktop bound titties just calling for attention as his loins felt the familiar rush of blood pumping and flowing to it.*

Really need the cow woman just made it impossible to say no so it was small wonder it all lead to this, groaning as he sat in the chair clasping hands with Holly while she performed paizuri. Her upper torso naked as her tanktop laid discarded on the floor, kneeling on the floor and sensually smiling as she had his manhood sandwiched between her massive milktanks. His hips thrusting between the soft furry flesh as she hummed and moaned sensually feeling it twitch and pulse, giving the tip the occasional lick and kiss whenever it came near her lips. There was no doubt she liked what she saw and she knew the feeling was mutual for him when it came to her soft, plump tittles so warm and loaded with her delicious milk.

Holly:”Mmm I knew a sweetheart like you would b packing but damn you’re more hung than a bronco. Now this is what I call a hero’s dick…what say I try some of your milk as well?”*The bovine beaut teased playfully, praising his endowment as she continued giving his cock a titfuck, milk spraying and leaking from her nips as it as it soaked and coated his length and girth for some extra lubrication. Glowing hearts of lust in her eyes becoming brighter as she soon found Krillin grasping her horns and proceed to pump his hips like a piston, the sudden deepthroating facefuck as her noble knight in shining armour embraced his base instincts in accepting the cowgirl’s generous reward. Inches of hips shaft making sure she experienced this oral preview of what was waiting for her pussy, those balls smacking her chin as her cameltoe gushing snd soaked through her denim jeans.*

it was no small wonder that Krillin’s reward escalated into a full on pornographic rut, Holly’s kitchen echoing wit the sounds of skin slapping on furry skin. The bovine babe’s face an raw ahegao as she was on the cool tiled floor on her hands and knees, gasping and moaning as Krillin jackhammered her from behind. Her milktank tits bouncing and swaying as her ass clapped those cheeks with every impact of those big balls smacking her clit. The compact stud grunting as he grasped her horns, Holly moaning at such casual assertion of dominance from her chivalrous sex machine.

Holly loved every single m second of it as minute passed into hours, wanting to ensure Krillin made the most of his reward as they went from the kitchen then to the living room and of course the bedroom. Not to mention the bathroom where they made sweet, passionate primal rut under a nice hot steamy shower and of course a variety of positions, the bovine beauty especially making sure he came inside her whenever he busted a nut. And for good measure insisted he suckle on her tits, after all nothing boosted energy like some warm nutritious milk fresh from the source itself. The short king and the hot single cow continuing at it even when the sun had set and they laid together in the afterglow in a tangle of limbs and messy, wet bed sheets.

Holly and Krillin parted ways the next morning, after a quickie of course for the road and leaving him her contact details with a wink and a smile. Making the former monk turned officer blush particularly when a few days after, she’d text him nude selfies, 18 looking over his shoulder and humming in approval as his hit smoking wife wondered when she might get to meet the cowgirl. Who had also quite generously sent them a gift crate of a box filled with a dozen tubs of her fresh, home made ice cream. Which 18 had to say was pretty delicious and made her want to try and taste the source of such goodness, making her man blush as it was damn well clear what she was implying.

Holly of course was already counting down the days until she wanted to see her hero once again, as she browsed a website for some lingerie. Humming sensually as she came across the Capsule Cocks website and what they had on offer in their range of products for hot, lonely women especially those in the single life. Sensually licking her lips as she came across their Warrior Monk line, her brain going wild with ideas and fantasies. Idly rubbing her stomach imaging her womb growing with life born from her hero’s seed…..

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The Curse is broken

When you made the ranks like he had, it was no wonder Krillin found himself on cases that went out of his jurisdiction, case in point having been sent to the small seemingly modest suburban town of Coxville by his boss to examine something...off, to say the very least about it. In particular, local campus Coxville High to look into allegations of inappropriate behaviour between students and teachers. Somehow he found himself joined by 18, who offered to come as backup, Something that his boss only agreed to when 18 beat her in an arm wrestling match so here there they were passing themselves off as a new couple set to move into town as they started their investigation with a visit to Principal’s office playing up a cover story about 18 needing a job and Krillin being there for moral support.

The man himself one Mr.Long, who as obviously eye humping 18 (like he seriously thought he was so smooth and slick about it, about as subtle as a sledgehammer on a cinder block), wanted to speak with her alone so Krillin got out of the office to wait and bumps into a pair of women who it just so happened were on their way to see Principal Long themselves. Introductions were in order as he would come to know the blonde and brunette duo respectively as Jenny Summer and Ivana Swallows, the gym teacher and nurse respectively as He pulls them aside as he informs them Mr.Long is busy with his wife and so they talked to pass the time, getting to know each other. Jenny and Ivana of course couldn’t help but feel bad for Krillin to be honest, he seemed like a genuinely nice guy and now given how Mr.Long was, no doubt he was unknowingly, supposedly, getting NTR’d by the horny bastard, Coxville was harsh on out of towners like that. So sharing a secret look and some manner of silent telepathic conversation, Jenny and Ivana both agreed an decided to do he little guy a favour and give him a pity blowjob, confusing him as they gently but firmly grabbed him and pulled him with them towards Ivana’s office.

Puzzlement turned to shock and surprise as the blonde and brunette bimbo duo ambushed him with sudden breathtaking, sloppy kisses first in turn before finding himself in a three way make out session. Tongues dancing together as they swapped spit while Jenny and Ivana moved him to sit in the edge of the medical bed, their hands caressing his arms and torso, hums of approval at finding he was quite built for a short guy before they sunk to their knee on the floor. Hands grasping the waistbands of his pants, boxers included as they pulled them down only to gasp. Eyes wide and jaws dropped at the sight of what he was packing with genuine shock, mentally questioning reality and wondering they were awake or not.

But soon as they grasped it in their hands and began to stroke it, breathing in it’s potent masculine scent, it was was clear this was real and not some dream they were having. Finding themselves falling in love with the guy as they began to assault his length and girth with licks and kisses. A tandem fellatio coating his cock in their saliva as they sucked and blew on it, plunging away on his shaft with thirsty deepthroating as hears of lust glowed in their eyes. Memories and experience of prior encounters being put rightfully to shame as they felt their panties soaking and their thighs becoming sticky with their flowing arousal.

Meanwhile 18 was watching via Long's secret cameras, having found the hidden monitor system while a few feet away from her, the principal was sporting a broken nose and unconscious on the floor with his dick out. What he was packing was impressive if you were a basic bimbo of certain tastes but she was no such woman and certainly not about to get on her knees, especially considering he had talked to her like she was some kind of one track mind slut who would cheat on her husband. Giving him a few kicks and stomps for good measure of course before she resumed her viewing pleasure, sensually licking and biting her lips at seeing her short king work his natural subconscious charm on the gym teacher and nurse. The blonde and brunette now naked and practically making out with that cock between their dicksucking lips, that is when they weren’t taking turns having Krillin buck and thrust his hips to give them a facefuck as they deepthroated his shaft with growing lusty abandon.

Much to their delight, they found it took much effort to make the compact stud cum and ooh how they relished the taste of his jizz but to see that he hasn’t yet gone soft and limp? Their arousal somehow skyrocketed higher as they felt their pussies gush and quiver with the desire, the need to mate and breed with this short king as they wasted no time in playing on those urges. Jenny of course couldn’t help but pout adorably at Ivana having the first round of one on one, having won a quick round of Rock Paper Scissors yet she was biting her lip sensually all the same. Fingering herself shamelessly as she watched Ivana ride Krillin cowgirl style, slit gushing as she awaited her turn to impale her snatch on that length and girth.

Ivana:”Ooooh fuuuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck me fuck me hard You gift from God!! Fuck me like you own me!! I’m your slut, your whore!! Ruin me for other men!!” *Just a few of the obscene remarks that flew from the Nurse’s dick sucking lips, face an expression that could be called bitch in heat as she bounced on Krillin’s cock. Eyes glowing and burning with lust as her tits bounced an her ass jiggled, gasping whenever he’d grab and squeeze the former and spank the latter, making out with him with such sloppy kisses that put the heavy petting she did in her teens seem tame. Her body burning with the rowing need to make this stud flood her womb with his seed before she gasped and suddenly found herself in a mating press, orgasming from such assertion of dominance from such a nice little guy. To think she was originally just looking to give him a pity blowjob!!*

Jenny:”Aahn! Right there daddy!! Don’t stop! Knock me up!! Slap my ass, I’m all yours!!”*The blonde bimbo was no better, arms and legs wrarpoed around Krillin’s compact yet sculpted Adonis frame as he had his arms hooked around her lucious thighs. Moaning as her short king caveman made her bounce and ride on his cock as Ivana loooked on as she laid on the medical bed, playing with herself as she recovered her energy. Looking on as Jenny’s bubble butt jiggled and clapped wholle her tits smothered Krillin’s face in their warm embrace. The floor gaining a growing puddle of her juices raining and dribbling as those heavy balls smacked her netherlips’ outer rim.*

Ultimately, 18 decided to join them as she got turned on from her little voyeurism show, leaving the comatose principal be as she invited into the Nurse’s office, a sensual predatory smile on her face at the surprise on the blonde and brunette’s faces as they were in the middle of another double team blowjob to tune him up. Confusion gave way to lust of course as Krillin soon found himself receiving a three woman set of lips and tongues on his cock and balls, as his wife and two new sexy lady friends kissed, licked and sucked on his equipment. Before proceeding to commence with the primal fucking once more with a variety of two to three on one from grasping 18’s blonde mane of hair as he facefucked her while Ivana ate her out to fucking the nurse doggy style as she laid atop and made out with Jenny. To having Jenn ride him in reverse cowgirl style as 18 kissed and made out with her while she scissored Ivana, even for the horny duo and the levels of horniness in Coxville, this was intense.

So much so that Jenny and Ivana found more shocks and surprises to their delight as this shortstack sex god actually fucked them to exhaustion!! Blissful fucked stupid smiles on their faces as they laid on the soaked bed, pussies overflowing with creampies as they watched 18 in the throes of passion with her husband, showing why she could never cheat on him when he could give it to her like this on a regular basis, the lucky girl. Sweet dream of their nice guy filling their fantasies as the horny duo soon finished up, leaving the pair decent and draped in fresh blankets. All the while finishing up the job they came here to do, suffice to say Principal Long was screwed and not in the best way he’d have liked.

The fallout was immediate as headlines o scandal rocked the news about the deviant behaviour that had gripped Coxville high, like many skeletons in the closet were finally being let out in the open. Long and ore than a few other teachers finding themselves neck deep in hot water and would do so for a good while as the status quo of Coxville seemed to find itself rocked. Later on after a few days resting from that peculiar investigation Krillin in approached by Roshi's sister Baba, the fortune teller explaining that she had felt a powerful old curse break. She said that apparently it was an old curse on the town of Coxville that would send the women of the town into fits of powerful lust, enough so that they would cheat on lovers and spouses alike akin to some porno.

Yet Krillin, with his actions and his nature of being such a genuinely nice guy, not to mention a hell of a lover, had unknowingly broken them free of this curse, much to his puzzlement. In the meantime, Jenny and Ivana had spread stories of their encounter with what they called a sex god among men and soon, the Housewives and other girls of Coxville were on the hunt for this certain short stack stud. After all part of the reason the curse often took effect was a majority of them had very disappointing, lacking boyfriends and husbands. If they were going to be sluts snd whores, why not for a real hunk of an alpha male?

Many were the tales and secrets of Coxville but for the women of this stranger, erotic town? Nothing was more mind blowing tha an a real proper good fuck from a real man. A man that could plow Jenny Summers and Ivana Swallows into an erotic coma? That was a man they had to have tap their asses and make them his bitches….

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Fox on the Silver Screen!!

 Never let it be said that when it came to coming through for productions on her studio, Zigzag didn't deliver. After all how many could say they managed to get the one and only Auntie Vixen to pull from retirement for a special and dare she hoped, not a one off, performance for the latest work in progress for Double Z's ever constantly updated library catalogue? It had certainly helped that publicity was looking good for this fine little flick thanks to dedicated, loyal fans spreading via word of mouth once the rumours got out. Why wouldn't they, this was only Auntie Vixen, a veteran star of the adult film entertainment industry whose mature vibe and looks was off and contrasted yet at the same time complimented by a stoic, old fashioned sort of view when it came to matters regarding sexual relations.

what’s more so was this would the first time she’d ever done a human male on furry woman scene with Zigzag’s newest rising star, a peculiar fellow by the stage name Don Juan Sanchez or Krillin as we know him. Who upon meeting him for the first time, Vixen had to say she was somewhat unimpressed finding him rather below average in terms of qualities and traits like looks and height. It made the veteran wonder if Zigzag was losing her touch in scouting for talent but she suppose even the best slipped up every now and then, besides which she needed the money not to mention get that old itch scratched which was surprising given she thought it had long since faded. So as they say beggars couldn’t be choosers as we come to the set where they began conducting the shoot for production, the film crew all in place as quickened held save omly for the dialogue.

The film is a classic, a period piece concept, taking place years ago with Krillin playing the part of the villain, taking advantage of a lonely woman for sex, even wearing an old timey villain moustache. Vixen of course was to be his helpless vixen, a widow just barely getting by on rent and left with little choice but to cater to whims of this sleazy yet roguishly charming scoundrel as Zigzag looked on from her director’s chair with rapt attention as she’d been looking forward to this, the first of many scripted sex scenes between Krillin and Vixen. After the necessary back and forth of dialogue wherein the Soundrel coaxed and seduces the willow that he could be convinced and persuaded to accept an alternative to money, the compact stud proceeding to plant a liplock on the literal silver fox as the rookie and veteran began to make out. The Siberian tiger-skunk sensually licking her lips as she could hear Vixen begin to pant and moan, gasps of shock and awe escaping her muzzle as she experienced the depth of Krillin’s kissing skills with their tongues dancing together in growing ecstasy.

Vixen on the other hand was shocked and amazed at the sensations she was feeling right now just from this level of second base foreplay, her toes curling and spine tingling and to think Krillin was the cause of it. The fox doing her best to maintain the mood of the scene, after all she was the reluctant widow struggling not to give into the scoundrel seducing her but ironically it was adding to the vibe as he coaxed deep throated moans from her as his hands explored and touched her mature body. Her long dormant itch being renewed from becoming reacquainted with the intimate nature of being touched sexually by a man as she found herself becoming lost in her own little world, forgetting that there was anyone else here but the two of them. Just her and this quite gifted runt of a man who was setting her nerves ablaze with just his mouth and hands as piece after piece of her clothing was removed and discarded, to think he hadn't even gotten to the lewder stuff yet and he was getting her off with just heavy petting.

But ooh soon as he had her laying on the kitchen counter, she found herself moaning like a sensual son bird while he ate her out. His quite gifted and skilled tongue plunging away into her moist folds as her nerves were once more set ablaze with bliss and ecstasy all the while the cameras made sure to get the best shots and angles Especially her facial expressions. But ooh soon as she heard the sound of his fly’s zipper being undone, she couldn’t help but a sneak a glance and gasp, how could he fit something like that into his pants? The tip poking and prodding against her slit as she shuddered, biting her lip to prevent herself from sounding like a wanton whore which only helped to the vibe of the scene being filmed.

Oh but that was pretty much became mission impossible soon as he penetrated her, inch after inch of length and girth sinking deep into her pussy. The softcore nature of the piece meant that the more lewd details aren’t being captured like the connection of their loins, those would b saved for later as this was about setting the vibe and mood for her character’s downfall and corruption at the hands of this scoundrel Don Juan. But that was the furthest thing from Vixen’s mind right now as her brain was too busy drowning in pleasure as Krillin slowly and deeply pumped and thrust his cock into her, the tip hitting her womb of all places, it was so unreal!! She wasn’t a size queen by any means but she had been with her share of endowed partners and they were all being put shame as any doubts she had about Krillin were being proven wonderfully wrong.

Deep passionate moans filled the cottage scenery as the foxy lady felt orgasms rock her mature frame, her facial expressions a far cry from her usual composed demeanour. She simply couldn't help herself, how could she maintain any poise when you had a slab of meat like this hitting not just your G spot but the whole damn alphabet!! Her cries of passion rather melodic as they were erotic before she felt a major climax rock ever frame, cumming so hard thst she found herself squirting!! Now that she knew was something she had never done before, hell she didn’t think she capable of something like that!!

Yet it happened and had been caught on camera for all to see on future stream and dvd/Blu-ray release as well as witness by the filming crew but of course she was too lost in the ecstasy. Krillin prolonging her orgasm with deep impactful thrusts even as his pelvis became soaked with her nectar, grunting and shuddering as he pulled out and let loose with his own orgasm. Cock erupting as it sprayed and showered her hazelnut brown and snow white fur with his jizz. Vixen laying there panting in a blissful haze before Zigzag called them back to reality with a call of “CUT!!”, reminding the silver fox jsut what had caused her to become so immersed in pleasure moments before.

After the filming wrapped up for a brief intermission for the next scene, she couldn’t help but pout as she felt her loins continue to burn with desire. Thinking how could she wait when she hasn’t even felt that quite talented compact sex machine cum inside her and they still had a few scenes to do together?! Soon as she saw the now decent shirtless baldy, Vixen reached out and grabbed him to take him back to her dressing room, wanting him to show her what he can really do while claiming to the film crew that they were just running lines together. Some of the girls among the production floor had sly smiles knowing exactly wha she really meant by that, every girl always ran that bit with “Don Jua Sanchez”.

Soon as they were inside and she locked the door, she pounded on him and made out with a passion she never thought herself capable of, not even back in those tricky hormonal teen years!! Krillin of course more than willing and able to oblige her as they were soon naked, the sensual silver fox naked and her hair free from its immaculate bun as he had her pinned up against the wall a he fucked once again. Deep throated moans and howls pouring forth from her muzzle as she had her arms and legs around him for dear life while he jackhammered away into the warm embrace of her snatch. Making the silver fox wonder if it might be time to come out retirement if it meant ensuring this project wouldnt be a one time thing between herself the regifted rookie porn star…

Meanwhile, Zigzag was in her office on her phone, going through some of her old contacts from Slappy Squirrel and more sending them images and videos to show what their potential future costar could do. After all nothing helped establish your rookies’ potential like putting them up there with some veteran pros and chances were her little “Don Juan Sanchez” was going to have a line going around the block, twice!! She was even looking into any more potential Human men and women with that level of skill and potential, the fur on skin demographic was money!! A business woman like herself had to cover her bases after all….

18 of course later found quite a generous deposit made into her bank account as part of her free as Krillin’s unofficial agent and “pimp” for lack of a better word. As well as an advanced copy of the completed film starring her short king hubby and Auntie Vixen which she knew was going to be some enjoyable viewing. She had to say the costume department did wonders with the Snidely Whiplash get up but still make him recognisable that it wouldn’t spoil the sex scenes. She already knew she was going to have fun watching it together with him.

To the surprise of nobody of course, Double Z studios had hit another home-run out of the park with the release of “The Fox and the Scoundrel!!”, hitting record stream views and purchases. Fans were already debating if Auntie Vixen might commence a career renaissance comeback with this work of sexual art, little knowing in fact talks were in the works for potential future projects. Krillin meanwhile found his fanbase growing exponentially if the saucy mail was anything to go by, awkward as it was for him. But it was the price of fame after all and it was going to get better, or worse from here on, that was for sure…..

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[daily-catgirl]

Hello !

I'm daily-catgirl, another one of those many drawing-daily blogs inspired by @/hoofpeet here on Tumblr. My goal is to consistently post 1 daily cat girl drawing that I have done for the year of 2024. I'll have a little read more below that will contain a few Q&A type deals, but otherwise, I hope you simply can enjoy my work!! Toodles :3

What should we call you, and what are your pronouns? -I'll go by basically any name here, but if we need something unified; Catmod should do? IDK I don't really mind :3 My pronouns are it/its Why cat girls? aren't blogs like this typically dedicated to learning the anatomy of a specific animal? -Typically, yes, from what I've seen! I know hoofpeet's original blog was spawned from a special interest in cows or bovine, though. As for me; I'm not really after a specific anatomy of thing to learn, as much as I'm after a hint of consistency! I expect myself to fail, of course, but the amount of times I've started things and abandoned them has been. Problematic, to say the least. As for why catgirls specifically; this is a century since the first cat girl, as far as Wikipedia has told me, so I figured it'd be a fun commemoration! besides; My boyfriend likes Felica Darkstalkers a lot, so. He's thrilled, lol

Can we make requests? -Sure! though I will forewarn you; I very well may not get too them, and if I do it will probably not be quickly. I am not particularly skilled with consistence, as was stated above, so; We're really playing things by ear here. That being said; I'm all for it!

Why not @ hoofpeat directly? -I got nervous ;w; I think that hoofpeat makes really cool art, and I am. not very good :thumbs_up:, so. Maybe in the future I'll be normal about it, but I always struggle with socialization.

You've missed a day! -Nuh uh (I am depressed and trying to do this as a consistancy challenge; I will fail but so long as I give the 336 amount of catgirls, I can forgive myself

#catgirl #catgirldaily #yearly art blog #daily blog

[benadryltarantula]

Biami Dice, Episode, uh, whatever +1

I think I missed some stuff, but let's sum it up real quick!

After an interesting hunt, the source of JOOCE was discovered to be the large, bovine ghost of a streamer. JOOCE came from her... her penis. No matter, she was defeated anyway and our Angels earned some downtime. Aside from blowing some steam off, Beverly pissed the ghost of Socrates off enough via turning a philosophy club for amoral rich twenty somethings into a budding cult of personality that he'll be a surprise tool for later.

Fast forward a couple days and the Angels are contacted by the energy drink company Blondester to investigate the untimely bludgeoning of their CEO/founder, Jeremy Blonde. The Angels were sought due to the company contacting a psychic upon hearing the news and getting assurance a ghost was responsible. It was also revealed that his wound contained ectoplasm and a house known to be haunted was on the same street. Milk was there too so they have a friendly npc to bully.

The first step the players decided on was questioning the psychic, a man with a ling complicated name i don't feel like repeating. Rather than simply shake him down for info, the Angels wanted hard proof that this man could really sense the unsensible; naturally, they asked him to tell them dark secrets about themselves that not even they knew. Milk found the idea of fortune telling abhorrent and stayed outside.

I rolled on the Necronica memory fragment tables as they received palm readings.

Beverly, "hug": It was revealed that upon graduating High School, Beverly was very nearly overwhelmed by suppressed romantic desire for her friend Kimi as they hugged and went their separate ways. Beverly ended up consumed by thoughts on how to deal with her apparent latent homo/bisexuality.

Meryl, "enhancement": It was revealed that Meryl was born blind. Before she could form lasting memories, her parents spend everything they had and took on massive debt to fix her eyes via experimental hyperlaser treatments as Mr. Beast hadn't been invented yet. (Note, remember to make a Mr. The Beast ghost for later) Meryl became wracked with guilt over this revelation.

Melanie, "closet": Melanie was reluctant to have her secret read, but was convinced when she was told she could have it whispered to her. It was revealed that Melanie was terrified of something in her closet as a child, never actually opening it. Whatever she was afraid of is real, and it's coming. (Retroactively, Melanie is now responsible for setting the events of the demon Pashmina's arrival.)

Convinced, they were told the ghosts were a pair of envious spirits in a pink chariot. Immediately, they figured that the promotional dancers from the JOOCE concert were behind it, now they just had to find them.

Milk assured Beverly God doesn't care if you eat pussy if you have one and they decided to investigate the haunted house next. It turns out that it's just a single mom's house with generic 'things aren't where I left them' hauntings, but we'll see if they find anything else out next week!

[ridedatbull]

Imma infodump real quick because this has been bubbling in me and holy crap I can’t believe people care!

First off, I’m gonna preface by saying I’m just a Tauros rancher. Been one all my life, my family has been doing it in the traditional Johto fashion for… I dunno how long exactly, but a while. My only real scientific know how comes from old schooling and documentaries about fossils. Everyone had that phase right? Anyway…

So Tauros are pretty neat. Hoof to horn to tail they are the coolest. But they’re also kinda weird. They’re one of those weird mons that have a strange sexual dimorphism thing with another ‘species,’ aka Miltank. But actually they are technically the same. And yet, they are so physically different. Why?

Let’s start with their history. Bovine Pokémon were some of the first to be considered ‘domesticated,’ domesticated here meaning more willing to work with humans than most for one reason or another way back in the day. Hisui era type stuff. There are some who suggest that Tauros and Miltank looked much more alike in that time, or that they had a pre-evolution that branched depending on the sex like Ralts or Snorunt, but no proper records seem to have survived that prove either of these theories.

All we really have are old tales passed down by ranchers generation after generation. And anyone familiar with oral histories will know how messy that can get in terms of getting facts straight. My Pa and his Pa before him both told me stories of a time when Miltank looked very different, much more similar to their male counterparts in body structure and ferocity. At the same time, Tauros were also even more wild. The better to battle each other over mates and fend off the far more ferocious predators of their era. Neither Pa nor Grandpa ever actually saw these differences. Nor apparently did my great grandpa. But for a story to last even that long, surely there has to be something to it right?

As they tell it, Tauros and Miltank eventually decided that humans weren’t so bad. We could grow amazing food, build reliable shelter, and make a good racket if something threatening comes around. A lot of canine Pokémon had already figured out that we were willing to share the spoils for a few favors, so y’know, why not also try to get in on that?

Tauros were great at helping plow the fields to make even more food for everyone. Miltank was able to, of course, give milk as additional food so young children wouldn’t starve. Who’s idea it was to start that particular arrangement is anyone’s guess. That part of the story hasn’t survived in detail, but I believe it may have been the Miltank?

Anyways, outside of hard labor, meat was the only other thing humans could really do with the male Tauros at the time outside of the standard Pokemon Partner relationship. Miltank was more valuable as they could produce more without the need for a butcher. So as with many other living things, selective breeding happened. Both Pokémon were bred to be less temperamental, especially Miltank, though it’s never fully worked on Tauros.

Miltank were bred to have shorter legs, the harder to escape with. Smaller bodies, the easier to house in a barn. Gentler dispositions, the more willing to share their milk without a struggle. Somehow a degree of bipedalism became a side effect of all this. No one really knows how that part happened. Maybe an added cute factor? But that’s just my own speculation. More likely it’s so their teats don’t scrape the ground because… ouch.

Regardless, all those small changes resulted eventually in the Miltank and Tauros we all know of today. Put them in a field together, and they can still make more of themselves in the *ahem* ‘old fashioned way.’ More than that, they are always fully comfortable with each other, differences and all. Like nothing ever really changed between them after all this time.

Sometimes I think about all this and wonder what those ancient Tauros and Miltank were like. I wonder if Miltank could ever be restored to their original form. I wonder if they would want to. I wonder if either ‘species’ would have chosen to be our friends if they knew how it would change them.

Not that that really matters in the here and now. We’ve all become so intertwined as species that separating at this point would only hurt everyone involved. Sure there are plenty of wild herds as well, but even they carry the marks of what we humans have done.

I guess what I’m saying is, if we really are responsible for changing them, then we must also be responsible for continuing to care for them where we can. Sorry to get all philosophical suddenly, this stuff just kinda raises those questions. All I know for sure is I’m gonna keep doing what I do to raise and care for these beautiful Pokémon for all my days. And someday maybe I’ll pass this story to my own kids.

#pokeblogging #pokemon #oc #headcanon #in character