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#but now it's like that rug was pulled out from under me and i was told like no. this is it.
bunnys-kisses · 16 hours
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werewolf!simon 🐺 (bc happy 3,000 followers to me <3)
you met because you were lost in the woods while camping. it wasn't your fault that all of the trees looked the same! but it led you into simon who led you back to his cabin so you could call the park ranger! simon even made you some tea before he called the land-line.
park ranger johnny or 'soap' said that the truck was out of service so it would have to wait until tomorrow. "you can be a gentleman, right simon?" he laughed over the phone. simon grumbled in response, this wasn't going to be the best idea.
it was the full moon after all.
simon allowed you your personal space as he went about his cabin. he even allowed you to use his bed for the evening. you told him that you were fine on the couch! the issue was that the bedroom could be locked from the outside, usually for his own protection. but tonight it was for yours.
"um... mister simon." you said, "i'm sorry that i'm intruding so much."
"it's alright." he got up from his spot in front of the fireplace. he walked past you and rubbed your hair as he went by, "the woods aren't a safe place."
"i was told only deer hang around here."
he chuckled, "you should be more afraid of men." he went to the nearby kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. he opened it with ease and took a sip, "man destroys."
"well." you stepped forward in a daring move, "you're a man and you're taking good care of this place." you swallowed, "i don't think the entire species is doomed."
he chuckled and took another sip, "i'm not a man."
you stilled, "so like an alien."
he put the beer down and pulled away from the counter, "more beast than man. every full moon, beasts like me roam the woods. sometimes we get a little hungry."
"so you would've eaten me?" you swallowed, you balled your fists just in case you had to make an escape.
he approached you, but you were frozen still. instead of touching you with force, it was so gentle. his thumb was dragged down your cheek, "no. i don't hurt pretty things. but i would've snapped my fangs at anything that tried to come near your tent. so for your sake, stay in my room. so i can't hurt you."
you found the courage to touch him back. your fingers dragged down the scar on his face, "but what if they come too close to your home?"
he smiled a little, "i'll give you my shotgun."
you swallowed, "well.. mister simon. maybe i need your protection?" it was better that you had a familiar face around the cabin instead of leaving it all up to chance.
he cupped your face, "i could hurt you."
you shrugged a little, "i'd rather you hurt me then some other man."
he brushed his thumb across your cheek, "well. then i guess i have to be on good behaviour then." then leaned in to kiss you on your forehead, "but i'll need to cover you with my scent."
you were soon stripped, you realized that simon has no sense of modesty. eventually you were tossed on the bed like you were a bag of potatoes. and simon pressed his weight onto you.
you pressed under a man who could easily snap your bones. but instead, you were doing weird beast-esque skin to skin contact. he rubbed up against you.
"mister simon." you squeaked.
"it's just simon."
"are you sure i can't just wear some of your clothes." they would fit.
"nah. gotta get it right into the skin." he said gruffly as he continued to snuggle against you. you didn't know what scent he was putting on you. all you smelt was old spice and aftershave.
usually for simon, he would've been pent up by now. the day was slowly waning. but he found himself getting tired. the usually sharp werewolf was turning into a metaphorical mush. it was like he felt safe in your arms.
the comfort of simon's bed plus your time hiking left you feeling drowsy too. it wasn't long before you both fell asleep. you didn't even feel the man turn into a wolf.
you simply turned to your side and get comfy against the thick hair that covered you. it was like sleeping under one of those expensive shag rugs that rich people had.
that paired with the weighed allowed you to sleep soundly as the full moon passed the sky. you were a relaxing force to this werewolf and you didn't even know it.
the next morning, johnny came by to pick you up but instead found you under the enormous weight of one simon riley. he was soundly snoring and the ranger just chuckled to himself.
"i'll come back later so you don't ma head off."
(this could be expanded on later. i'm calling it the 'howlin' for you' au aka the werewolf au)
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misseviehyde · 2 days
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STRUNG OUT
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"I'm sorry dude. It was always our bully Brad's idea to get you hooked on Elixir then cut you off and give it to me instead. I just couldn't stop him turning me into his new bitchy girlfriend and giving me all the clothes and makeup he bought for you. I mean - it's not like I tried very hard, after all you know how good this feels... but honestly this wasn't MY idea.
Sure... okay... I may have suggested it to him a few months ago when I discovered how to create the Elixir, but only so he'd stop bullying ME. You understand right?
I honestly thought he'd change his mind after he found out what a good bitch you made, but now it's clear he enjoys the thought of the long game more than instant gratification. The plan was always to make you get addicted to the power of being a popular girl, then pull the rug away from under your feet to totally destroy you.
I'm just the final humiliation - the former best-friend who now has everything you ever wanted. I... I mean Brad... loves the idea of a power-transfer. It makes him hard to imagine your jealousy and impotent rage as you watch me become everything you wanted to be.
I gotta admit - it's not like I'm fighting very hard to resist. These tits, this ass... mmmmh this pussy - it all feels really good. I'm a fucking Grade-A bitch now and it's fun how quickly everyone has switched their allegiance to me.
Awwww does it make your little dicklet seethe with impotence knowing you'll never get to feel this good again? Your withdrawal to the Elixir is gonna hurt so bad. You'll beg me for more, you'll do anything to get some... but you will never touch another drop.
You'll have to watch me - flawless and sexy - taking what I want and living this deliciously toxic feminine lifestyle. Just look at me simp... I'm fucking perfect, I'm all you ever wanted to be and never can be again.
Awwwww hahaha are you getting hard? Does the humiliation turn you on as much as it does me? How about I friend zone you then? I'll tell you all the deliciously naughty things I'm doing as a girl so you can be super jealous.
Perhaps you think if you hang around me you'll find where I've hidden the Elixir, or I'll relent and give you some.
No chance loser.
You're all nicely strung out and the plan has worked perfectly. Now watch as Brad takes me out for dinner... and later, when we get back you can watch him fuck me like the good little cuck you are, almost like I was the one who planned all this from the start..."
THE END
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shifterglitter · 2 days
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The Stitching Method
Disclaimer: If there is a method similar to this that I am unaware of I apologize. I am sure someone has thought of this before me some were.
I was laying in my bed listening to affirmations the other day when I intuitively started this visualization and I thought I'd share it with all of you because I feel I got close to shifting with it.
If you like affirmations to play for you you can put them on before you start. If not, you can just say the affirmations you want in your head later and put on whatever subliminal, white noise, or music you want if silence distracts you.
Begin by getting into a comfortable position and doing some square breathing until you feel your body go calm.
Visualize yourself standing in complete darkness.
At your feet lays a glowing metallic roll of fabric. Push or kick the roll so it ravels out in front of you and then step on to the edge of it.
Watch as the tapestry of your life starts to move under you, taking you through your life events.
When you get to the end of your experiences the tapestry will stop moving but continued to stretch out before you. This blank weave of natural fibers represents your future.
Imagine a giant rotary cutter (or pendulum blade like I did) coming down from the void.
In time with each affirmation the sharp edge passes over the tapestry, severing the fibers little by little.
Once the rug is fully severed let the blank end dissolve back into the void around you.
I want you to then reach your hand above your head, it will disappear into the blackness too. Believe that your hand is currently in a higher plan, and from it, you will pull the tapestry of your DR down to your level.
Once you have it hold on to if for a minute and think of the exact spot you want to start your DR life in. Once you have it whip that baby out in front of you and lay it at the end of your OR tapestry.
Remember what you did with the rotary cutter? Do that again, but this time it's a large needle and thick glowing metallic thread.
Tune back in to your affirmations and start stitching. Affirmation. Stitch. Affirmation. Stitch. And so on, until the two are fused perfectly. Once done the edges of your DR rug will glow the same metallic as your OR rug.
Take one more deep breath, affirm you live in your DR however you like, and leap over the stitching into your new timeline.
You can now end the visualization if you like or continue watching the DR life play out before you until you fall asleep.
Should you want to edit events of your OR past I'm sure you could stop the flow of the tapestry at any time to take out or add whatever events you want too. Using this for manifestation of things in your OR seems like a good possibility too.
Any way. Good luck, remember that you don't need methods to shift, and if anyone actually tries this let me know how it went please.
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awheckery · 3 days
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Nola Rose's Big Birthday Poll
This is Nola Rose:
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She is my best girl, my babylove, my beloved little butt and my most precious evil eel, and in one week, she will be one year old!
Recently, I ordered her an Embark test, in the hopes of one day reuniting her with one of her siblings or other family members, and to maybe get an idea of what other health problems I could expect in the future.
I was not expecting any surprises on the breed front, because the rescue had Nola's original paperwork from her "breeders," indicating her mama was a brown Cocker Spaniel named Spruce, and her daddy was a registered blenheim Cavalier King Charles named Fellow. AND YET.
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...and 7.2% something I did not expect at all. Full honesty, I don't see it, but maybe it explains a few things about her?
ANYWAY. For Nola's impending birthday, I thought it might be fun to survey other people, to see their best guesses at the third breed in Nola's genetic cocktail. I've pulled all poll options from an article on the most common breeds for Cavalier crosses, and additional photos and possible clues to her ancestry below the read more.
Starting from the top, BABY PHOTOS, of Nola Rose and the two sisters the rescue picked up from the puppy mill auction.
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That photo of Nola on the left was the photo in her Petfinder listing, the one I saw by accident in the middle of the night that made me fall in love with her immediately. I honestly have no idea how she was the last of her siblings left to be adopted, but I will never not be desperately grateful.
Maybe it was because she had the dramatic eyebrows and mutton chops of a civil war general, I can't say. In more recent photos, you can see that the eyebrows and bushy cheeks have subsided, but the insanely luxurious eyelashes remain.
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Her color has darkened immensely since I brought her home in August. She used to be a much lighter sable, and fully blonde on the top of her head.
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Speaking of which, sable isn't a breed standard color in either Cavaliers or Cockers, and her ridiculously long chin beard (which you won't see in any of her photos because I have her groomer trim it off) doesn't appear in those breeds either. Coincidence?
At just shy of a year, she's hopefully maxed out at 18 pounds, and she's unbelievably leggy, with an outrageously long body and the deep chest of a racing dog. (She's also fast as hell, good god.)
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Her fur is unbelievably silky, save for a coarser ruff over her shoulders and trailing down her spine, and her cocker-fluff booty feathers. Her back end was trimmed down substantially before the above photo. Her tail might be the softest part of her, and I love how it's both silky and curly.
Behaviorally... she's. Something.
Nola has the strongest prey drive of any dog I've ever met, including that time we babysat a rat terrier mix named Ella The Killer. Nola's little heart is so full of murder that I have to close curtains so she won't hurt herself trying to break through the windows to get at bunnies. She is a grand champion at "breaking the necks" of her toys by way of viciously shaking them.
Nola likes to burrow! She tunnels under blankets, rugs and throw pillows, and her favorite way to sit On A People is between our legs when we're in recliners. She likes to feel confined. She also deeply enjoys being held, and she asks to be picked up by my father at least once a day, even tho she's perfectly capable of jumping into his lap by herself now.
She LOVES to lie in the sun until her little body is radioactively hot and her mouth smells like hot rotting garbage, which is actually extremely weird, because she's our second sable dog in a row to have solar-powered halitosis and I'm not above begging people for answers. If you have a dog that has especially stinky breath after they've been in the sun, indoors or out, please talk to me because I'm dying for answers.
Ahem. What else.
Nola is disturbingly smart, and has no concept of obedience, but an excellent grasp of the concept of naughtiness. She knows exactly which items in the house are Forbidden, and which ones will get our attention the quickest if she takes or otherwise threatens them. She also knows the names of most of her toys and can distinguish between them when she's feeling cooperative.
Her favorite way to wake me up when it's time for work is to jump up on my bed, pounce on me, and oh-so-gently bite the tip of my nose. (I know I shouldn't encourage it but it's so sweet I may die.)
She investigates new people by aggressively sniffing their eyes.
She is my tiny daughter with every disease, but despite her allergies, and her asthma, and her megaesophagus, and her subluxated hip, she is the happiest, most delightful little being in all the world.
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I lov her.
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swordmaid · 8 months
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i feel like shri’iia should’ve been an oath breaker in act 1…..not finding a lot of opportunities to break her oaths in act two currently but like imagine breaking her oaths via telling minthara where the grove is THEN betraying her when she rolls around because she’s a traitor to lolth ….it’s much juicier than 1v1-ing her in her office imo…
#like it’s messy and kind of elaborate but I LIKE IT …..????#but the annoying thing about me is that if I start thinking so hard about it I will be so tempted to restart my playthrough JUST to do that#like once the idea is in my head I have to do it or else im going to EXPLODE…. telling myself I’ll do this in my next playthrough where#I’ll roleplay her char but also im like… I can just do it NOW…?#just want her to be an oathbreaker guh 😭#and I want her to be an oath breaker in act two bc it’s the start of her girlfail era aka she starts being a decent person and not a#little shit……… but I like tropes where character who thinks so highly of themselves gets the rug pulled from under them#then have an existential crisis bc they’ve based so much of their worth in that image that turns out to be FALSE….. I feel like I want to#do that kind of story for her hihihihi#also her breaking her paladin oaths for the sake of avenging her goddess ?? like kind of juicy to me idk !!!!#like it prob doesn’t work like this but I like the idea that her oaths is based on lolth’s idea of justice and vengeance#and she is serving HER but doing all of that then getting considered an oathbreaker#like what she is doing isn’t enough … and her love to her queen isn’t enough ……#+ having the singular white eye instead of all red like she’s been lacking from the start I kinda like it idk ?????#imagine going through an existential crisis while you have literal brain worms I’d be so stressed
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waterbearable · 1 year
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Got excited to eat dinner and then devastated by the realization that if I want dinner I have to make it
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tiredassmage · 1 year
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IT’S DONE. IT’S DONE DAMN IT. [DISTRESSED KAZOO] Shaking, crying, swearing about my feelings, etc, etc.
you are my ddaaadd, you’re my dad!! boogie woogie woogie woogie!!! don’t look at me i’m trying to cope
I’m sorry it’s 2am I’m SO emotionally compromised I love him I love this man why agent hurt so good (beloved, don’t change), anyway, appreciation post for the two (2) whole authority figures in his entire life Tyr ever marginally respected and extra props to them for pulling off ‘major respect’ status (okay, the bar was LOW maybe but. still. its not just bc of that that they cleared by such a margin) and also I’m taking massive persistent damage don’t TALK to me about IA/Watcher Two I’m FINE i’m tOTALLY FIne and. there’s something in my eyes. It’s fine it’s fine everything is fine.
also i didn’t catch it because i was too busy LAUGHING but i brought kaliyo this time and heR COMMENT AFTER HE TALKS TO ARDUN Klnfla;dsnflkasdnflk;sadnfl “if you two are done making out” kALIYO PLEASE I love these dumb bitches so much your honor, the IA crew is just a collective train wreck they’re all doing the action slide gun pose together that’s the collective team brain cell somewhere between james bond theme and pink panther
[inhales] anyway if you haven’t played imperial agent and you’re following me i am propaganda’ing you into experiencing my absolutely unbiasedly favorite swtor class [i’m biased. but it’s also really good.]
send tweet and all that jazz
#dot's live agent replay#imperial agent#ch: tyr#dot plays the star war#swtor#if you're wondering if this will finally make me normal again the answer is probably no bc it is always tyr imperialagent hours in my brain#also the sarcasm dripping off of 'safe hands right' aksfnlsadfnd#tyr loses impintel and all capacity to give a FUCK about appearances in front of the minister given everything#he's smart he'd figure his feelings out anyway#out of the teen conspiracy era into the 'that was fucked' 20s i say even though tyr's closer to 30 as of this#wow okay now we're putting lore in the tags it's that kinda 2 am#uhh... anyway#i'm sorry not sorry for putting you all through this with me this man is in my brain like nothing else#not elaborated on: the mild regret yet resolve that he lies blatantly to the minister bc srry he doesn't trust the empire for shit anymore#'rogue agent' pulls the rug out from under him even though he tells the team it won't change anything#also literally wHY do i not get to say goodbye to my bestie my gf where is my keeper#where is my snuck in personal goodbye maybe i'll just have to make that real too#but also the slight flavor of agony of never saying goodbye y'know#like properly the holos don't do everything he feels and thinks about her justice#missed her he did he just wants the old guard back nostalgia's a bitch etc etc#god he's just. pets him. i'm sorry buddy#also if you read all of this hi wow uhh... thanks#this is where i stop before it becomes too weird though
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4th-d-slipped · 2 years
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no but that ending kind of majorly sucked dick though and im being dead serious
(thoughts in tags)
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randomthunk · 2 years
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If Peter and Jenna ever come back to Doctor Who, like for a special would it make you feel better about Doctor Who? I think Peter is lying about not wanting to come back for the 60th (similar to Andrew Garfield with No Way Home), as he was seen with dyed dark grey hair (like how he had it in series 8) and then there was the recent picture he took with Rachel Talay.
Nope. Him coming back to the show would be nice, I guess, but the show has decided to blow itself up and make its own titular character pointless.
Seriously, what is the point of the Doctor if there's millions of him running around at any point in time? What is the point of the story of a character who grew up in his particular society, didn't feel right with it, and had the nerve to run away from it? What is the point of a character that made my heart ache for all the sacrifices he did before, only to be told "hey, that pain and emotion you felt? totally fucking wasted because the Doctor had infinite regenerations this whole time, LOL!" It takes away all stakes, all heart, all emotion. It makes some of my favorite moments of the show - moments I have bawled my eyes out over - soul-crushingly pointless.
I've not expounded on how much I loathe Timeless Children on this blog, but rest assured, I hate it so fucking much, I cannot put it into words without breaking more of my "limited F-bomb" rule.
Peter was a great Doctor and is my personal favorite, but the show is larger than him. Dangling the keys in front of me like "hey look, PCap's back!" will be worthless to me unless you can tell me with a straight face that he is the 12th Doctor, thirteenth face of the man who ran away from Gallifrey with his granddaughter all those years ago.
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hecksupremechips · 1 year
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I don’t remember much from the danganronpa end of hopes peak anime, nor do I remember liking it too much, but every time I think about the episode where Chiaki dies I kinda just have to lie down and cry for a minute 🥺
#danganronpa#havent seen it in years man but i remember watching it with a friend the first time#she had to run to the bathroom to compose herself cuz she was sobbing so much 😭#it fucked me up like at the time i dont even think i was that crazy about chiaki#this has changed over time shes like my second favorite character from the game now#but damn just like her being doomed from the start was so AAAAAA#cuz the big twist with her in dr2 was that she was an ai instead of a real living person#so when you see her in the flesh in the anime youre kinda like huh what? i thought she was just an ai??#and then it hits you that oh. oh no#and in the episode shes fighting so hard to make it through this death trap like she gets absolutely fucked up#if she survived shed need serious medical attention quickly#but despite everything she makes it to the exit and is greeted by her friends and teacher and its like OMG SHE DID IT#and then the rug is pulled out from under her and you the audience cuz no matter how much you route for her shes doomed#GIRL IS DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE#but fuuuck the bit that always gets me is when izuru sees her dying#and shes just like pathetically sloshing around in her own blood trying to talk to the person he is inside#telling him that hes still loved by her despite everything theyve been through#and just fucking. izuru having no emotions no recollection of who this girl is just watches her die#AND DESPITE EVERYTHING HE STILL CRIES BECAUSE DEEP DOWN HES STILL THAT BOY HE USED TO BE#AND DESPITE EVERYTHING THATS CHANGED HE STILL LOVES HER AND HE DOESNT UNDERSTAND WHY#yeah lol something about that fucked me up lol
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supercantaloupe · 1 year
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more than anything else right now i just feel. betrayed
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vote2 · 4 days
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abt a third through a little life. it reminds me of banana fish and i mean that in the worst way possible.
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beepmon · 1 month
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life is bad and i’m filled with rage
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minttey · 5 months
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Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh
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victory-cookies · 5 months
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my pakige…
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bending-sickle · 8 months
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me: *halfway through an embroidery project on black cloth*
my mother: you know, i have black cloth stowed away
well whoop-dee-doo, what am i supposed to do, start over?
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