#cloudy pawprints

[cloudypawprints]

AND THE FEMALES TOO!

Just wanna show off the bitches too! Both are Standard Poodle.

This first babe has just reached 1 years old, and has a dark chocolate colour. She shouldn't get lighter, as she does not have the gene for getting more watered down in colour in her pedigree. Her name is Cloudy Pawprints' Hot Topic.

She is a lovely girl, very friendly and loves a good cuddle. At this age she is very much a teenager, and has been in heat for the first time too. She is reaching the second time over the next few months.

Being a teenager she has a lot of energy, and loves running on the hills around our house and kennel. Though she will often have a problem with her recall, bc of her age and being a teenager, but we expect her recall to get back to normal, when she is around 2 years old.

This girl is Cloudy Pawprints' Devil's Daydream. She is a black bitch and 2 years old. She is quite shy, and hasn't seen much in her life yet, but we hope that with training and support from me as her handler that she will gain confidence, and be ready to have pups by her next heat.

Being shy she is also quite submissive to the other dogs, and needs to go to her crate/stall (a big one though!) quite often, as the young males sometimes likes to bully her. But Coco (Cloudy Pawprints' Born to be Brave) is good to stand up for her, when Saad (Cloudy Pawprints' Across the Galaxy) is being a teenager and a bully.

#Cloudy Pawprints #Cloudy Pawprints' Hot Topic #Cloudy Pawprints' Devil's Daydream #Standard Poodle #Poodle #dogs #sims 3 dogs #the sims 3 #the sims 3 pets #simblr #SFCI

[bugsnax-community-questions]

Bugsnax Community Questions ~ Poll #25

Put filbo, eggabell and the others in one option because there aren't enough slots to fit everyone.

FILBO: Basic Furniture, Dandelion, Cot (secret), Grumpy Baby Mayor, Pawprint rug, Cloudy paws print, painted hut, Group Photo, Streamers, Garden gnome, snaxburg flag, Golden Strabby, Certificate of completion

WAMBUS: Scarecrow, beechwood, Sauce plant seedlings, Sauce rug, Rustic Bed, Mini Cactriffy, Grow light nursery, Wood panel print, cowboy hats, ceiling fan

BEFFICA: Sleeping bag, Ladder Shelf, bestie print, Bestie (exterior), Fuzzy heart rug, Privacy curtains, Bulletin board, glowing stars, purple lupin, befficas journal, Kiddie pool (technically from floofty)

WIGGLE: Hanging lights, Luxury bed (secret), Gilded (Secret), record player, Palm tree, Platinum Award, Beach Chair + Umbrella, Armoire, Music print, Rock club sign, Psychedelic rug

TRIFFANY: Map of Snaktooth, Drafting Table, Prehistoric Floorcloth, Grumpus Skull, Giant skeleton, Barrel cacti, Dig site print, hanging pots, ancient bugsnax statue 1 (pinkle), ancient bugsnax statue 2 (incherito), Bone and Stone (exterior), Bone and stone bed

GRAMBLE: Lantern, Pink oleander, Weather Vane, Knit Sprout Mat, Hay bales, knit bed, Strabby Hat, Doily Table, knitted (exterior), knit baskets, Strabby print, Bunger bed

CROMDO: Tulips, Police tape (Secret), Bug juice dispenser, Big safe, A single hanging bulb, boombox, money print rug, worn mattress, billboard, Motivational poster, Antique print

SNORPY: Loose Newspaper, Conspiracy board, Blueprint print, Protective coat hangers, Metal plating (exterior), Metalworks flower, Satellite dish, deprivation tank, bookshelf, HAM radio, hot tub

CHANDLO: Red Cedar, Framed jersey, Rock climbing holds, Strong trophy, Hammock, Bean bag, Orange bloodroot, Home gym (secret), Sports print (secret), Gym mats, chandlolier,

FLOOFTY: red ti plant, lab bench (secret), Specimen jar, Pirate ship (exterior), Beheading machine, ecience poster, chemistry rug, test tube lights, science print, Chalkboard

SHELDA: Hanging Planter, Herbology station, Primitive grass, Salt crystal, ebony stained wood, zen garden, Meditation cushion, Prairie grass, wind chimes, desert print, torch

EGGABELL: Family Photos, Eggshell print, medical egg rug, Medicine cabinet, Emergency bell, First aid kit, Draped fabrics, igloo (exterior), snow grump, medical bed

OTHER: Cowboy hat roof (Cactriffy), Planted snak (Cactriffy), Snak print (L), Strabby Shelf (L), Snakgoyle (Snaxsquatch), Matilija Poppy (Snaxsquatch), Eyes (exterior ~ B), Legendary snak rug (B), Snak mobile (C), Sodie Fountain (C)

#this is a hard one for me. i really like a lot of the furniture #i really like the grumpy baby mayor and the chandlolier #as well as the beheading machine of course #and pink oleanders from gramble #but honestly... im going with the blueprint print from snorpy 🥰 #bugsnax #bugsnax community questions

[thegendergoblin6]

✰ Catgender - Xenogender Bookshelf ✰

Catgender is a Xenogender that relates to cats! Its great for Alterhumans/Therians/otherkin who have a catkin and it also relates to their gender, and also great for neurodivergent people who have trouble talking about their gender! Some great neopronouns for pretty much any catgender are:

✰ Meow/meowself ✰ Purr/Purrself ✰ Paw/Pawself ✰ Feline/Felineself ✰ Whisker/Whiskerself ✰ Claw/Clawself ✰ Mew/Purr/Purrs/Mewself ✰ Nya/Nyaself ✰ Mew/Mewself

Catgender was coined in 2014, and the original flag was made by DeviantArt user PN-TME in 2019. The only source I could find on the original coiner of Catgender is this one link to a site about Catgender:

https://catgender.carrd.co

The mainstream flag that I see mostly everywhere is this flag:

Which in the carrd about cat-gender, it is said that the creator of the flag is Kai or @HUENlNGWAY on twitter. However I cannot confirm this.

There are other Catgender flags! Which were made to be more inclusive! Pawprint Design by EggHeggley;

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽ The Diversity with Catgender ☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

This is the main reason I made this post, because the fun thing with Catgender [and many other genders like it that are broad] is that there are many different versions of it, combining multiple genders together to make different ones. I find this very interesting mostly for the fact that you can start to see a trend with the broader animal-themed genders and the categories in it.

Another interesting pattern when looking at cattic/catgenders is that many people have the same catgender but with different flags!

I tried my best to put as many as I could find, I am using Pintrest, Tumblr, Tiktok and Instagram to find these flags + genders! Everyone's tags include which platform they are from!

✰If I am missing any, feel free to let me know!! ✰

Here is a list of as many of the cat-genders/Cattics I could find that may be useful to those who identify with cat gender!

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽DemicatGender☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ A Gender who feel partially connected to cats [similar to Demiboy/demigirl except with Catgender] ✰ Flags made by snotdrip and Glitchywitch

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽TranscatGender☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ A Gender for those who are trans but also indenitfy as catgender! ✰ Flag made by @tiredryota on pintrest

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽CozyGender☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "this gender is related to the feeling of a cat curled up into a ball listening to the rain fall outside as the scent of freshly brewed tea fills the room" ✰ Flag made and Coined by @basil3 on Here! ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are Cloud/Cloudself; Soft/Softself; Tea/Teaself; Cozy/Cozyself

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Suncatic/Suncatgender☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "a gender related to the sun, or any sun-related character and cats" ✰ Flag made and Coined by @obsessedwithicecream on pintrest ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are sun/sunself; sunny/sunnyself

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Mooncatic/Mooncatgender☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "a gender related to the moon, or any moon-related character and cats" ✰ Flag made and Coined by @obsessedwithicecream on pintrest ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are moon/moonself; moony/moonyself

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Starrycatic☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "A xenogender associated with stars, light up objects, and cats" ✰ Coined by @_kiko.chip_ on TikTok ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are Star/Starself; Starry/Starryself

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Lumicatic☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "A xenogender, faunagender and subset of catgender for those who have a deep connection to stars, cloudy night skies, space, celestial bodies, cats, galaxies, and the universe as a whole. For when you feel a connection to outer space and cats, or your gender can be described as a celestial cat. This gender is specifically not related to aliens" ✰ Coined by Snuggly Bun on here! ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are Star/Starself; Starry/Starryself; Space/Spaceself; Gala/Galaxyself

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Quacatic☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "a catgender connecting to cats, the feeling of not knowing, questioning and unsurity" ✰ Coined by @yoeakj on pintrest!

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Calicocatic☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "a catgender connected to calico cats" ✰ Coined by @yoeakj on pintrest! ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are Cali/Calico/Calicoself; Spots/spotself; splotch/Splotchself; Multi/Multiself

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Creadilic☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "a catgender that is connected to cats and bread" ✰ Coined by @yoeakj on pintrest! ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are Bread/Breadself; Rise/Riseself; Flour/Flourself; Gluten/Glutenself; Ba/Bak/Bakeself

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Gintilic☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "a catgender connecting to ginger tabby cats" ✰ Coined by @yoeakj on pintrest! ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are tabby/tabbyself; orange/orangeself;

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽CatMillic☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "a catgender that is connected to cats and milk" ✰ Coined by @yoeakj on pintrest! ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are Milk/Milkself; Dairy/Dairyself;

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Cinterlic☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "A catgender that connects to cats, harsh winters, snowflakes, frost, and snow" ✰ Coined by @yoeakj on pintrest! ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are Winter/Winterself; Snow/Snowself; Ice/Iceself; Cold/Coldself; Frost/Frostself

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⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽Cattpring☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ ✰ "a catgender connected to cats and the feel of spring and spring flowers" ✰ Coined by @yoeakj on pintrest! ✰ Some great Neopronouns for this are Spring/Springself; Grass/Grasself; Flower/Flowerself; Pollen/Pollenself

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⋅•⊰∘☽More Cattics in the next part!!☾∘⊱•⋅

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#catgender #xenogender #neopronouns #alterhuman #therian #otherkin #xenogender community #mogai gender #xeno flag #xenogender bookshelf

[queerdisagreeable]

{ID - digital art, a timeline of Martin from The Magnus Archives, as his appearance changes with each major event/season. Each appearance has a series of notes surrounding it. As a rule, Martin’s hair is curly and starts off auburn brown before turning various shades of grey and white. There is a puff of hair on top that looks like a heart. His eyes start off dark blue, and become foggy grey. He is white and freckled, fat and drawn into himself, with rounded features.

S1 - Martin is wearing a bright yellow jumper with orange starbursts on i; it doesn't fully hide his chest. He has rounded glasses and messy, curly hair. He wears trousers with scuff marks on. He waves gently at someone offscreen, and holds a mug of tea in his other hand. He wears a trans flag badge, and a simple orange one, as well as a green lanyard that says "STAFF". He has the start of a beard. Notes - (pointing to hair) "Bird's nest" "Yeah I'm in my 30s! I know I don't look it; baby face!" "Charity shops love him!" (pointing to his chest) "Non-op (too expenny)" "Repairs his own clothes" "Children's TV presenter vibes"

S1 (archive livin') - His hair is slightly longer and messier, and he is wearing pyjamas. His pyjamas are a matched set; a blue shirt with paw prints on the chest, and a pair of blue boxers with dog faces on. His arms and legs are visible, showing a lot of body hair and two tattoos. On his left bicep is a black cog, and on the inside of his right thigh is a small spider. In one hand, he clutches a corkscrew. His left hand clutches fearfully onto his right arm. Notes - "Matching PJ set (from Sash)" "Mechs tattoo lol (Jon FREAKED out)" "No haircuts for lads in quarantine" "Is that a corkscrew in your pocket or- (it's a corkscrew)" (pointing to the spider) "Stick n' Poke from when he was like 16"

S2 - His hair remains long and messy, but he now looks generally more exhausted and tense. He is wearing a pink jumper with a small heart design on, and his trans pin. The jumper sits on top of a pink-grey shirt. He is also wearing purple-grey suit trousers. He still clutches onto his corkscrew. Notes - "SO tense SO jumpy" "Nearly stabbed Tim one time" "Dressing better (to impress Jon)"

S3 - His hair is shorter now and his outfit is more muted. He is also slightly fatter. He wears a thick green sweater vest and a grey-beige shirt with his suit trousers. He clutches a tape recorder in his hand. He looks incredibly sad, and his fists are clenched. Notes - "3AM sadness haircut" "Sad" "Putting on worry weight" "Tries to remain progessional despite it all (colours remind him of Jon), "Using 'Jon's' recorder"

S4 - A dramatic change for Martin; his hair is longer again, and cloudy grey. His glasses are clouded by fog, and he is looking stern and stubborn. His skin is much paler, and his freckles are faded. He is wearing a navy blue turtleneck and jeans. He holds a piece of paper in one hand, and a blue mug in the other. Behind him are soft blue clouds. Notes - "No more Mr Soft Boi" "Depression Hair Returns" ""Peter's evil, sure, but he's right about turtlenecks." Talking to a recorder" "Paler" (pointing to the paper) "5th Extinction statement of the week" "There's Red Bull (warm) in this mug" "Gets cold easily now" "Freckles fade" "Glasses fog up" "Mist & clouds help him leave unnoticed"

S5 (cottage) - A slight return to his season 1 design, but clearly changed. His hair is pale brown, and his skin has a little big more colour back to it. He is wearing a big blue jumper with pawprints on the arms and a dog's face on the front with text that says "PUP" in primary colours. He is also wearing a scarf striped with purple, magenta, and green. He is still wearing his jeans. He looks gently happy, but very tired. He doesn't wear his glasses. Tiny wisps of cloud hang around behind him. Notes - (pointing to the scarf) "Jon's scarf" "He refuses to see it" "A little colour comes back" "At least 3 layers on" "Convinced Jon he doesn't need gloves indoors" "the tiniest bit of hope" "Sad and tired but in love {heart}"

S5 (Kill Bill) - Martin has fallen back to the Lonely somewhat. His hair is almost entirely white, and his skin is pale again. He looks dangerously angry. He is wearing his S1 jumper with jeans, a brown trench coat, and Jon's scarf. He scowls, breathing out a puff of blue fog. Notes - "Clawing for a happy end" "He just wanted to be soft." "Peter was right about big coats too. Fuck." "Becomes more/less Lonely based on mood"

Doodles - Three goofy line doodles of Martin 1 - A tiny S5 Eyepocalypse Martin, his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed. He is screaming, "OI DICK'EAD" 2 - A S5 Cottage Martin, glasses off. An arrow pointing to him says, "His ass can't see shit" 3 - A doodle of S4 Martin that is transparent. He is making a peace sign and is being surrounded by clouds. A note next to him says, "Peace Out"

END ID}

i also. love him.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma martin #martin tma #jonmartin #slightly #senseless ramblings #my art

[obeythedemons]

Ok, so yesterday I released a headcanon set about going on a picnic with the brothers. I got asked about Hanako's ideal picnic date. So, now I have to ask:

What is Lance's ideal picnic date? Location? Favorite picnic foods? Activities to do at the picnic?

Ideal Picnic Date

Location/Weather:

Either when it's super cloudy, possibly a small drizzle, or at night. No sun to make his eyes hurt or make him feel sick. It'd be in the middle of a forest near a body of water, either a super clear/clean lake or a river/stream. Have the blanket under the trees so if there is a drizzle, they'd be a bit protected. But oh no, it's a bit chilly. Whatever shall they do? I guess they'll have to sit closer together to try and stay warm. Maybe have some extra blankets to share?

If it's dark, he'd love having little candles/lanterns set up to light up the area. (assuming no fire risk, electric if there is a fire risk)

Favorite Picnic Foods:

He loves food so much. Fresh fruit, potato salad, macaroni salad, pasta salad, sandwiches, chips, strawberry and cream cake, hot tea (because it's cold), fresh bread, ohhhh cheese, like he'll eat a ton and eat it super fast, especially if they had to hike to get there. (Can you tell I'm very hungry right now? I want to eat everything.)

Activities:

Eat. Like legit, Lance will just do a little dance while sitting there and eating food, maybe hum. If he has good food he's happy.

Look at the native flora and fauna. Take pictures, cast pawprints, watch the animals for behavioral studies because Lance is a nerd. If Lance sees a species he's familiar with, he'll probably start raving about it and info dumping.

Cuddle while looking at the clouds, stars, or river/lake and talking about anything and everything. He might fall asleep though if the conversation gets quiet, he's fine with that, but may feel bad.

He'd be fine with having music quietly playing, but would prefer classical or lo-fi at a picnic than his usual rock or metal.

He'd also enjoy doing some photography, drawing, or writing while out in nature. He enjoys wildlife and floral photography.

#I'm so hunngggrryyyy

[ggmahougenerator]

Name: "Rechon, The Metal-breathed Breaker!" Character: Greedy Symbols: dragons, squids Hair: Wavy (2A), Burnt Sienna Costume: An outfit with an off-the-shoulder top, a ruff, short sheer sleeves, a wide belt, chausses, and a pawprint-shaped hair clip Attack: "Cloudy Spike!"

#magical girl #randomly generated #character description #art prompt #daily result

[allpictures4u]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Paw print Bracelet - Multicolored beads.

[ellaintrigue]

#Bay #Beach #Sand #Pawprint #Nature #Swim #Selfie #Me #Pinup #Retro #Girl #Waves #Eastern Shore #Boardwalk #Sky #Clouds #Cloudy #Water #Seaglass #Rocks #Coast

[chelledoggo]

[Fanfiction] Paint it Over [101 Dalmatian Street]

genre: oneshot/slice of life

age rating: all ages

content warnings: depiction of anxiety/implied PTSD

summary: Da Vinci recieves help from her brother Deepak in dealing with her anxiety.

“Are you comfortable, sister?”

“Yep. You're definitely sure this will work, Deepak?”

It was late night, and most of the pups had already gone to bed, leaving the rest of the house nice and quiet. The living room was dimly lit by a pink salt lamp and some candles, while soft new-age music played on the Dalmatian family's shared tablet.

Da Vinci lay belly-up on a bed of soft cushions as Deepak sat nearby meditating to prepare himself.

“I really think it will,” the yin-yang patterned pup replied to his paint-covered sister. “It's an ancient technique that was perfected by Guru Miaow himself. I've been training for quite some time now under Constantin's guidance, and I'm finally ready to put what I've learned into practice.”

“Okay, little bro,” Da Vinci replied with a slightly nervous smile. “I trust you.”

Deepak walked over and sat down behind where Da Vinci lay her head.

“Now, remember,” Deepak said. “In order for this to work, you need to completely let go. You need to fully relax and surrender yourself to an altered state of consciousness. It might seem scary at times. But no matter what you might experience, you're absolutely safe. And I'll be right here with you.”

Da Vinci gulped a little. “I understand. If this can do me even a little bit of good, I'm willing to see it through.”

“Alright, then...” Deepak responded calmly. “Close your eyes...”

Da Vinci closed her eyes as Deepak placed his paws upon her temples.

“...and...breathe.”

Deepak closed his eyes and began softly rubbing Da Vinci's temples while making droning 'miaow-ow-ow' sounds.

The artsy pup allowed herself to breathe slowly and steadily, doing her best to let go of her thoughts and drift off into a meditative state.

After some time, it seemed like nothing was happening.

“Um, Deepak,” Da Vinci said as she slowly opened her eyes. “I think maybe I'm not doing this ri--”

She looked around her. Deepak was gone. The entire living room was gone. No soft lighting or music. Just a cold, dark, empty void.

“D-Deepak!?” Da Vinci cried out into the echoing darkness. “Wh-where are you? Wh-what's going on?”

“...Da Vinciiiii...” a distant voice called.

“Deepak? I-Is that you?”

More voices joined in.

“...Da Vinciiii....Doggy Da Vinciiii...”

A cacophony of distorted voices rang out as masses of dark, flashing clouds gathered towards the quivering artist pup.

“Oh dog, no...Not again!!”

Da Vinci darted away as quickly as possible from the cloudy mass, but it continued to gain up on her.

“Doggy Da Vinci!!...Come back, Doggy Da Vinci!!...Can we get a photo?...”

Da Vinci eventually stumbled over and found herself unable to pick herself up quickly enough. The mass of clouds was now surrounding her from all directions, closing in on her, making her feel claustrophobic.

The poor pup began hyperventilating. She clenched her eyes shut in fear as tears streamed down her face.

“P-Please...” she squeaked out. “N-no...Leave me alone...”

She felt something grab her paw. She was about to let out a scream when she heard a kind, familiar voice.

“Just breathe, sister...” the voice whispered. “It's okay...”

Da Vinci opened her eyes and looked beside her.

There, calmly meditating next to her, was Deepak. A glowing aura surrounded him; a light shining in the darkness.

“Deepak!” Da Vinci cried. “Thank dog you're here! What's going on?”

“Don't worry, sister,” Deepak assured her. “This is all inside your mind. It can't hurt you.”

“My mind?” Da Vinci queried in confusion. “But...How did you...?”

Deepak opened one eye and smiled at his sister.

“I said I'd be right here with you, didn't I?” he replied softly.

Da Vinci's eyes welled up with tears as she smiled relievedly at her brother, only for her gaze to return to the mass looming over them.

“But...” she quivered. “...What do we do about...that?”

“We face it head on,” Deepak responded.

“But how!?” Da Vinci asked in a panic.

“Hold your paws out in front of you,” Deepak said while demonstrating.

Da Vinci mirrored his action.

“Breathe slowly and deeply...” he continued. “Imagine paint flowing from your paws. Paint in every color you can think of. Feel it rush through your arms and out of your paws like water from a fountain.”

At that moment, floating, rainbow-colored globs of paint surrounded Deepak's paws.

“Cool!” Da Vinci exclaimed in awe.

She then took a deep breath and tried it herself. To her delight, she was also able to summon paint through her paws.

“You know what to do now, right?” Deepak asked with a grin.

Da Vinci nodded enthusiastically.

The two pups raised their painty paws in the air and began swiping at the dark clouds, leaving streaks of bright colors and pawprints with every motion. Eventually, every cloud dissipated, leaving nothing but bright splashes of color in their wake.

“Wow!” Da Vinci squealed. “This is incredible! I feel so...inspired!”

In the ether that now became an open canvas,  Da Vinci and Deepak began painting colorful murals with pleasant scenes.

They painted a sunny day at the dog park, starry skies full of  rainbows, colorful abstract wonderlands...

They painted portraits of their friends and siblings, smiling and getting along together.

And in the center of it all, was a large reproduction of their Dalmatian Street home, with the two of them standing cheerfully in front.

The once dark, suffocating void now became a colorful, positive, radiant piece of art.

Da Vinci felt a sense of calm gently rush over her as she looked up at her and Deepak's work.

“I think you've found your happy place, sister,” Deepak gladly remarked.

“It's wonderful,” Da Vinci replied blissfully.

She sat back and admired the artwork before her for a few moments, then lay back and allowed her mind to drift once more.

When she opened her eyes, she was back in the living room. Everything was just as it was before. The same soft music and dim lighting, the same cozy pillows beneath her, the same calm atmosphere.

Deepak still sat rubbing Da Vinci's temples, appearing to be just coming out of a trance as his eyes also fluttered open.

The two pups exchanged a silent smile for a moment.

“How're you feeling?” Deepak asked quietly.

“I feel...amazing,” Da Vinci murmured calmly. “You really helped me out a lot.”

“I might've helped a little,” Deepak responded. “But the power to change the form of your thoughts lies in you.”

Deepak walked over and gave Da Vinci a hug as she was getting up.

“Anxiety can be a scary thing,” Deepak continued. “Believe me, I know. Sometimes, your own thoughts can be overwhelming. Which is why it's important to know how to counteract those negative emotions with positivity. Anytime you feel those frightening thoughts rise up, just go back to your happy place; the canvas in your mind ready to be painted with the things that bring you peace. It might be difficult at first, but the more you keep at it, the easier it'll become.”

Da Vinci sniffled as her eyes began to well up. She nuzzled the tiny pup in their embrace.

“Thanks, Deepak,” she whispered. “I'll keep trying my best. Love you, little bro.”

“Love you too, sister,” Deepak murmured affectionately. “Peace.”

#101 dalmatian #Da Vinci Dalmatian #Deepak Dalmatian #fanfiction #disney fanfiction

[calwrights]

Novel Project

Submitted Dec 10 2017

The boy awoke on a grassy plain, sand brushing against his skin with the wind, and the salty smell of seawater met his nose. He was confused. Where was he? As he propped himself onto his elbows, he surveyed the strange land. In front of him, was a shore. The sandy dunes met the grassy plains by beachgrass dotting the fine grains. Dirt formed where the boy laid, and when he looked behind him, there appeared a looming forest. The forest, plain, and shore seemed to stretch on forever on either side, the ending seemingly enshrouded in mist.

The boy looked up at the sky. It was a cloudy day, yet somehow bright enough to illuminate everything. To the left of the boy sat a small, grey, two-storied house. Instinctively, the boy got up and started towards the house. As he approached the patio he noticed how old yet sturdy the house looked. The white and grey paint on the boards of the house was peeling. The wooden patio creaked when he stepped on it. The windows were dusty, and an old, torn screen door stood in front of the entrance of the house.

The boy walked inside.

Despite the appearance of the house outside, the inside was clean. White sheets covered the furniture. The house first had a long hallway that led to the back door, an opening to the right of the hallway revealed a small sitting room. An opening to the left showed a dining room with covered chairs and a table. The kitchen and the dining room was separated by a counter. A little in front of the backdoor, on the right of the hallway that divided the house; was a staircase that led upstairs.

The boy chose to walk up the wooden stairs, they creaked with each step. When he arrived at the top of the stairs, on the right, a hallway went backwards over the top on the sitting room. The boy could see three bedroom doors.

The very last one was open.

Trying the first two doors were futile, and both were locked from the inside, and the boy did not have strength to kick a door down. Timidly, he approached the third, and last door.

The room was empty.

A window looked outwards to the sea. Beach grass waved in the wind. Waves kissed the shore. The sun was setting. As the boy turned to leave, he noticed marks on the banister of the door. It started towards the bottom of the door, and slowly increased in length, however there was no rhythm of pattern with the occurrence of the small tallies with dates and inches…

February 6th

A mothers laugh could be heard throughout the house. “Stop squirming child! I’ll make the tally crooked and you won’t be able to see how tall you were!”

A messy mass of brown hair did not stop it’s squirming.

The mother did not mind.

Her son was now three and a half feet tall. Or forty three inches as he liked to say.

The mother loved her son so much. She would do anything for her son.

...

The mother’s laugh fades away as a weeping child is left in the darkness.

A heavy sense of sadness and nostalgia fills the boy, and he runs down the stairs and out the backdoor towards the forest while furiously wiping away tears.

The setting sun cast an eerie glow on the forest. The boy wandered a while, autumn leaves crunching beneath him. He discovers a worn trail that leads him deeper into the forest. The boy follows it.

Along the trail, there are small stone totems. Rocks piled on top of each other haphazardly. As if someone made it in a hurry, but wanted to leave a trail to find their way back. The trail led the boy to a spacious clearing. A hill rolled into a small valley. The boy trudged up the hill to see what was at the top. And what met him, were graves...

February 6th

Gunshots, cannons, dying screams of men.

Red, yellow, orange. Fire. Bullets. Blood.

Metallic taste in his mouth, he spat it out.  Metallic scent, he covered his nose. Metallic feeling of the gun in his hand, he gripped it harder as he ran.

Their superiors’ dying wish to charge.

Up that fateful hill. He was met face to face with an enemy’s rifle.

The crack of a whip.

No.

The crack of the butt of the rifle against his face.

Tumbling, falling. Sticks and stones breaking his bones.

A splash. His clothes soaking the surrounding water. The current keeping him down.

The horrible, horrible burning salt water filling his lungs and blackness.

The soldier opened his eyes one last time to say goodbye to his mother and-

The boy awoke on the sandy beach and heaved out salt water from his lungs.

It burned. It burned.

Tears clouded his vision as he watched the dying sun.

In his hands he held a dog collar.

Brown, worn leather and rusted chain.

The tag says-

Pawprints can be seen running into the ocean as the waves gently renew the sands.

The boy cried.

Loss he felt, fear he felt, and now he felt alone.

A chewed up tennis ball washed up next to his feet with the waves.

February 6th

A dog’s barking can be heard.

As the waves crash in harmony.

“The wind sings a melody for you,” says his mother.

Her voice is gone with the wind.

The ball is thrown for the owner's companion.

Black fur rushes to the ocean.

The boy is losing his sanity by remembering.

The barking gets choked by the water.

The boy intakes a huge breath of air to call his friend back (it’s not worth it), to call his mother back as well (please, he’s so lonely).

But they are both already gone.

The tennis ball lands into the sea and-

The sound of a cannon cuts the silence like an arrow. Blackness. Drowning of both screams and barking. A choked sob fades in the wind.

A crack, a pain.

It all finally makes sense. The boy puts all his memories back together and-

yes it ends here, why? because i was a little shit and i’m too lazy now to finish it

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[kakyoin-cherryboy]

The Hard Part of Having Pets

Today's the day. My family's cat is going to the vet and probably getting put down today. He's 17, lost all but one of his teeth, and his eyes are beginning to become cloudy. Not to mention he cries all the time for no reason. I grew up with this cat. I don't remember life without him. Hell, he's almost as old as I am. I was just writing this to honor him. I'll be there when/if he goes out. I plan to make the last thing he sees the one who loves him, not just a vet he doesn't know.

Edit: It happened, we had to put him down. At least he's not in pain anymore. I cried like a baby and am still pretty upset. At least me and my siblings get a clay pawprint to remember him by. RIP my kitty love bug.

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[mazurah]

Betrayal and Reconciliation: A Morrowind Fanfic - Chapter 3

Julan wakes alone, finds two letters, and grapples with the consequences of his anger.

Or: Ma’zurah continues to get into the serious parts of the main questline.

Please note: this is not a heterosexual pairing! Ma’zurah is intersex and non-binary, even though she does use she/her pronouns. I have attempted to treat this respectfully, even when the character makes dubious decisions.

Cross posted from my Ao3. Chapter Rating: T for language.

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Betrayal and Reconciliation - Chapter 3

When Julan woke he was alone. Cursing his lack of vigilance, he hurried to gather his things only to discover a note lying atop his pack.

Ma'zurah will not stop Julan from following her, but should he speak to the Urshilaku, he should not mention Ma'zurah's assignment. Ma'zurah must be tested to be proven false, and if Julan says anything that prevents Ma'zurah from being tested Julan will never get conclusive proof. Ma'zurah wants to be proven false just as much as Julan so she can move on with her life. So Julan should keep his mouth shut.

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Julan clenched his jaw and rummaged through his pack for some scrib jerky to ease the pangs of his rumbling stomach. Of course. What she was asking only made sense, but that didn't mean he liked it. Julan looked down. Instead of the desired food item, his hand had encountered a wad of crumpled paper, out of place outside of his sealed, waterproof scroll case. Curious, he took it out and looked at it. He vaguely remembered shoving it into his pack at the beginning of this whole ordeal. He unfolded and smoothed it.

Julan, Ma'zurah has something she needs to confess to you. She hopes that by writing a letter she can get it all out in the open at once. She hopes that this will not ruin our relationship, but she would not be surprised if you hate her.  She just asks that you please read the letter all the way through before doing anything about any of it.

Ma'zurah has told you before the story of how she was pulled out of prison and sent to Vvardenfell. There are a few things about that story that Ma'zurah was afraid to tell Julan, so she will finish the tale now.

When Ma'zurah got to Seyda Neen, one of the conditions of her release was that she deliver a coded package to a man named Caius Cosades in Balmora, and follow his orders. When Ma'zurah delivered the package, she was told she had a choice: she could go back to prison, or become one of the Emperor’s Blades. Ma'zurah could not see how that choice was any real choice, so she became a Blade.

Ma'zurah is so, so sorry for not telling you before. You have much reason to hate the Empire, and Ma’zurah understands. If Ma'zurah could quit, she would. She has more loyalty to her friends and her partner than she has to the Empire.

At first the assignments Ma'zurah got were easy information gathering missions, but ever since Ma'zurah met you and found out about your own mission, she has dreaded going back to Cosades for each next assignment.

Today Cosades finally gave Ma'zurah the details of the mission for which she had been released from prison. She was given a copy of the decoded package she had delivered to Cosades. It had orders directly from the Emperor. Ma'zurah could not believe it at first, but Cosades made it clear that if Ma'zurah does not do this thing, she will be thrown in prison again, but with treason added to her charges, and she would never be released.

But the thing that Ma'zurah was released from prison to do is completely impossible. Ma'zurah has been ordered to fulfill the Nerevarine prophecies and become the Nerevarine. She was chosen to do this thing, apparently, directly by the Emperor, though how she has no idea--Ma'zurah has never even met the Emperor.

Ma'zurah has no idea what to do now. Ma'zurah does not want to do this thing, but Ma'zurah will die in prison if she does not. Ma'zurah needs to find out more information. It seems wrong of the Emperor to treat Azurah's prophecies so disrespectfully, like they are a bounty contract to fulfill for personal gain. But it occurs to Ma'zurah that if Ma'zurah is proven not to be the Nerevarine through no fault of her own, that the Blades may not put Ma'zurah back in prison, and maybe she will be free. But Ma'zurah thinks that she will probably need Julan’s help to escape this thing. Please, Julan…

Ma'zurah really values her relationship with Julan, and she hopes that Julan can forgive her for waiting so long to tell him her secrets. If there is anything Ma'zurah can do to make things better, please tell her.

Ma'zurah hopes that you will accept her most sincere apologies.

Your partner, Ma'zurah

Julan lowered the letter slowly, his mind whirling. Ma'zurah had been right; he hadn't given her a chance to speak for herself. He hadn't even listened to her whole conversation with Cosades. He had just been so angry and hurt he had thrown his telepathy ring across the room and lashed out at her.

And then she had lashed out at him in return. And that hurt.

But before that had happened, she had been prepared to confess it all to him and ask for forgiveness. He held the proof in his hands. He folded the letter gently, and put it with his map and scrolls.

Thoughtfully, Julan walked out into the cloudy grey mid-morning light. The ash storm of the previous day had wiped the ashen landscape clean save for a few sets of fresh tracks. A set of nix hound prints, and the scuffling, sliding trail of a scrib lay close to the door of the shrine.

Julan paused and noted Ma'zurah's pawprints leading to the east. At least following her wouldn't be difficult. He fished the scrib jerky out of his pack and chewed it as he followed her path.

After a little over an hour he was in sight of the Urshilaku camp. A shout of warning arose almost as soon as he saw the first yurt. A few minutes later, three riders on guar brandishing spears rode out to meet him. Julan stood still and held his hands out at his sides away from his sword, his palms downturned to indicate magickal nonaggression.

The first rider snorted at his Velothi clothing and facial features and lack of clan markings, and addressed him in Dunmeris. “You speak to Zabamund, champion and gulkhan of the Urshilaku. Who are you, and why have you come, outsider?”

Julan cleared his throat. “My name is Julan, I’ve come seeking a white Khajiit who passed through here.”

One of the gulkhan’s riders muttered something in an unfamiliar, but intelligible dialect of Velothi about an invasion of white Khajiit, but the gulkhan made a silencing motion behind him.

“Julan, outsider, we have seen two white Khajiit recently, but only one remains at the camp. You may approach the camp if you will attempt to convince her to leave.”

Julan’s eyebrows rose at this unexpected development, and he agreed. They escorted him to the center of their small circle of yurts, and presented him to a young looking Khajiiti girl in odd, revealing, but formal looking clothing. Even without confirmation from Ma'zurah, he could tell she was another moon cursed Khajiit.

Julan blinked at her. Wooden wind chimes sounded hollowly in the background. The unfamiliar Khajiit cocked her head at him and sent the gulkhan a hesitant, questioning look. Zabamund stood stoically to the side with his arms crossed.

Julan cleared his throat and decided to try some of the Ta’agra Ma'zurah had taught him. “Uh… dras’kay, trevan? You’re not who I was expecting.”

The young Khajiit looked faintly shocked at his use of the Ta’agra greeting. “Nre’fa-o? You are not… who Velvet is... expecting too.”

Her Cyrodiilic was somewhat halting, so Julan switched to Dunmeris. “I'm Julan. What are you doing here?”

“Velvet is waiting for a friend. But her friend is very late, and she is getting worried…” Her Dunmeris was much more fluent, and she looked confused, but relieved at the language switch. “Why is Julan here? He knows the other White One? Is Julan a friend of cu’Ma’zurah?”

“You know her?”

“She was kind enough to offer to help Velvet when she returns.”

“Do you know where she went?”

Velvet looked guarded. “Er… Why does the Dunmer ask? Velvet would not wish to put her new cu’nre in danger.”

Julan looked taken aback. “I'm not going to hurt her. We were, uh… friends. I think the word she used for us was… ariit?”

Velvet burst out laughing, and Julan felt his ears heat up. He wondered if the word was more explicit than he’d originally thought.

“Okay, okay! Velvet believes you! Cu’Ma’zurah told Velvet that the Urshilaku would only talk to Ma'zurah if she became a clanfriend, so they sent her to their ancestral tomb as a part of some kind of initiation rite.”

Julan looked horrified. “I… I have to go after her… the little s'wit is going to get herself killed!”

Zabamund stepped forward. “There is no point in going after her, outsider. It is a trial to be undertaken alone. Even if you did follow her, you would not be able to get past the wards without the ceremonial markings.”

“I… fuck. You’re not going to give me the markings, are you.” Julan pressed his lips together, anxiety coursing through him.

Zabamund lifted a skeptical eyebrow at him. The meaning was clear: a silent “What do you think, f’lah?”

“...I have to go after her anyway…”

Julan felt a tug on his arm. “Velvet knows where to go. Ma'zurah showed Velvet. Do you have a map?”

Zabamund rolled his eyes and stalked off. Julan got out his map, and as an afterthought, an intervention scroll as well. “Here. The Urshilaku wanted me to convince you to leave, but I don't think they’re willing to kick you out. If something happens and you get stranded, this will get you to a strider port at least.”

Velvet’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Thank you!” She pointed to a location that lay several hours south of the camp, and told Julan the landmarks Ma'zurah had relayed to her.

Julan did not waste time, and hurried to follow Ma’zurah’s trail.

Ta’agra Translations: Dras’kay, trevan = hello, friend (a formal greeting) Ariit = lovers Ta’agra Source 

Higher Singing Translations: (From the White Senches race mod by Kieve) Nre’fa-o = good dancing (used for hello and goodbye) Cu = sibling Cu’nre = friend (literally ‘heart sibling’)

Mods Directly Referenced: Julan Ashlander Companion Mod by Kateri. White Senches Race Mod by Kieve.

End Notes:

Some of the lines are paraphrases or direct quotations from the Julan Ashlander mod. I’m a fan of people taking game quotes and giving them new or more detailed context.

The NPC Velvet is from the White Senches race mod. Lore and characterization for Ma'zurah also significantly inspired by the mod. The moon curse is not actually a thing in vanilla Elder Scrolls.

I’ve only recently started writing, so constructive criticism is welcome. I also really like it if you leave me comments on my Ao3.

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