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breannasfluff · 7 months

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Stormy Memory

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“No.”

“Legend, get on the boat.”

“No. We’re staying here. A portal will pick us up if we wait long enough. We don’t need to sail willy-nilly to try to find it.”

Warriors rolls his eyes. “Vet, this is silly. Come on, we need to get going.”

Legend dug in his heels, metaphorically and literally. “No. I am not getting on the boat.” Sailing randomly through Wind’s era, hoping to stumble on the portal is a death wish. They’ve killed the monsters; the portal will come to them.

“Don’t worry!” Wind chirps, bumping him as he passes. “It’ll be a breeze! Think of it as an adventure!”

Yeah. Like the last adventure he had on a ship that got caught in a storm. And look how that turned out. The taste of salt is strong in the air and Legend swallows reflexively. Thunder booms in his ears.

The captain, annoyed at his hesitance, grabs his arm. “Come on, get your pansy ass on the boat. We don’t have all day for you to get your delicate sensibilities in order.”

Legend pulls back. When Warrior’s grip tightens, he pulls harder. “Let me go!”

“No! Stop being difficult!”

“You can’t make me get on that boat!”

“I can and I will!”

“Boys!” Time’s voice cuts through the argument. “Enough. Legend, get on the boat. We need to leave.”

Wind stands on the deck, frowning as he looks out over the horizon. “Yeah, we probably want to head out soon to head in the opposite direction. See those clouds over there? Probably means rain. If we head out we can stay to the east and stay in front of it.”

A storm? And they still want to go sailing? Legend shakes his head, then turns to the other members of the Chain. “Seriously, don’t you see? We can wait here and a portal will come!”

Hyrule won’t meet his eyes. “I mean…it’s so nice out. It wouldn’t be so bad to be on a boat for the afternoon.”

“Yeah,” Sky chimes in. “We’ve already been waiting on this beach all day. I don’t think the portal is coming here.”

The others mumble agreements and file past, getting on the boat and following Wind’s directions.

Legend watches them go, betrayal sinking deeper with each person. They don’t understand the danger. They don’t know what they are risking.

Warriors stands at the top of the gangplank, arms folded. “Come on, vet. You’re outnumbered. Scared of a little seasickness?”

Still, Legend doesn’t move. “I’m not going.”

“What?”

“I’m not getting on the boat,” he says. “You can’t make me. I’ll wait here for the portal.”

“Vet—” Time’s glare won’t work, not this time.

“No. I am not getting on the boat. Just leave me alone.”

Wind looks back and forth between them, lost. “Time…we need to get going.”

“I don’t want to be split by the portal.”

Legend takes a few steps further back. “I don’t care! I’m not getting on the stupid boat! And if you fuckers are too stupid to see common sense, that’s on you!”

“Woah!”

“Hey!”

“Language!”

It doesn’t matter. The wind is rising slightly, whipping foam into the top of the waves. Legend clenches his hands and backs up, further away from the water. Outnumbered or not, he’s not getting on the boat.

Time shakes his head. “Pup, go get Legend. Make sure someone stays with him in case he feels sick.”

“No. No! This isn’t right! Don’t make me get on the boat!” Legend’s panic tips as Twilight approaches, heart rate picking up. His breathing is growing tight and he scrambles backward. “Stop it!”

“Legend! It’s just a boat! What is going on?” Twilight glances between him and his mentor, but Time just waves him on. They won’t leave him, no matter how much he begs.

Legend turns and runs.

In the end, it takes Warriors and Twilight to wrestle him on the boat. Wind is making worried calculations about the approaching rain as they pull always from the island. “Might get a little wet everyone, sorry!”

Legend buries his head in his knees and presses into the mast. The boat shudders and dips as it rides the choppy waves.

“Ledge?”

“Go away, Hyrule.” He goes.

Waves slap against the hull. The vet whimpers and curls tighter into a ball. Someone else sits next to him but doesn’t speak. When he peeks, it’s Four. “What do you want,” he hisses.

Four shrugs and stares at the railing. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“Making you come. It’s clear this reminds you of something. I’m sorry.”

“…yeah.” Legend doesn’t expand and the smith doesn’t ask. When the boat dips and jumps over another wave, Four leans into the vet’s side.

“You’re not alone, Ledge. We’ll keep you safe.”

It doesn’t make the fear go away, but it helps. When Hyrule wanders back to sit on his other side, Legend doesn’t chase him away.

And when rain starts pattering on the wooden boards, a portal opens on the deck. Legend is the first one through.

#outnumbered #whumptober2023 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu whumptober #breannasfluff #mywriting #lu legend #lu warriors #lu time #lu four #Legend please use your words

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lassieposting · 1 year

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Y'all ever think about how Young!Vesemir would still have to take contracts to provide for the Kaer Morons

Give me little Witchers who are left alone in a cramped room above a tavern for days at a time, told to sit tight and keep quiet and not draw attention because they're surrounded by humans and he won't be there to protect them

Little Witchers teaming up to look after Vesemir when he comes back from a hunt injured and exhausted. Double-mutated Geralt gets Stitching Duty, because he's got the steadiest hands. Eskel sits by Vesemir's head and distracts him during the unpleasant bits. Lambert gets sent out to make sure Vesemir's horse is stabled/untacked/fed/watered/groomed, and Remus goes running down to the innkeep to make sure Vesemir is fed and watered too.

Little Witchers who realise, as children inevitably will, that their parental figure is struggling, and try to ease the load. Geralt will venture out to forage for potion supplies while Ves is away. Eskel learns to charm free meals out of motherly innkeepers with compliments or the offer of helping out with chores. Lambert is a shameless little thief, but sometimes he'll filch something Ves can sell when their coin is low.

Vesemir who freezes in place the first time he comes back to a tavern, bloody and covered in mud, and is greeted by a gaggle of little Witchers running to hug his legs, because? He's their only stability. He's their protector, their provider, the only source of positive attention they really have. He's often sarcastic and short-tempered and sharp-tongued, but they miss him when he's gone, and they feel safer when he's back.

Vesemir who goes from oh no, absolutely not, every single one of you sleeps on his own bedroll to ugh fine whatever but the first one of you little bastards to kick me is getting yeeted when the pups all dogpile onto his bed after he's been away a while or someone has a night terror or he's hurt and they're worried about him.

Vesemir who shrugs off hateful comments aimed at him with a snarky comeback, but will absolutely throw the fuck down with anyone who starts in on his boys.

Little Eskel and Geralt - the oldest, the first to notice that Ves will go hungry so they can eat when funds are low or opt to replace Lambert's boots over replenishing his potion ingredients - who always ask to tag along on hunts. They can help! They'll be useful! They won't get in the way! They want to pull their weight!

Vesemir who actually realises that his own relationship with his father figure was more distant than he would've liked, as a boy. He idolised Deglan, wanted his approval. Deglan took a special interest in his training, served as his mentor for his first year on the Path, called him an affectionate nickname. But never hugged him. Never said he was proud of him. Always taught him that Real Men Need No One, young feller, now let's have none of that pansy nonsense.

Vesemir who sees the pups go from fearing him to missing him and trying to look out for him and seeking affection from him when they're scared or sad or pleased to see him, and makes a conscious decision that actually, Deglan, you were wrong. Yes, being cruel to be kind is often essential to Witcher training: it's a tough, dangerous, survival-of-the-fittest lifestyle. But real men hug their fucking kids

Just. Jesus I am like two years late to this party and absolutely consumed by single dad Ves feelings send help

#the witcher #netflix witcher #nightmare of the wolf #kaer morons #vesemir #dad!vesemir #just? how comfortable the wolves are with hugging each other and the deleted forehead touch scene with ves and geralt #this is a man who hugged his children

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thyfleshc0nsumed · 2 months

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Act like a bad pup, get treated like a bad pup.

IG: @Pansy.Leatherwork l Pansy-Leatherwork.com

#leather #leatherfag #t4t #bd/sm kink #leatherqueer #leatherworker #bd/sm community #trans man #trans #tattoo

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dungeons-and-dragon-age · 4 months

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OC Questionnaire (Part 2)

And here's the rest of them (here are the others)! xdd

NAME: Liam Amell/Hawke

NICKNAME: Hawke, Prancer, Shorty, Bro (he and Bethy started calling each other bro and sis ironically and then it became unironical)

GENDER: Male

TAROT CARD: Three of Swords

HEIGHT: Lower end of average

ORIENTATION: Bi (and maybe demi-ace?)

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan Human (Marcher/Fereldan parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Blueberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Early to mid autumn

FAVORITE FLOWER: Dandelions

FAVORITE SCENT: Nutmeg, freshly cut grass, leather balm

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee (with milk)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7?

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs, no contest lol

DREAM TRIP: None really, he's fine with staying in the south

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 0-1 (smh he keeps sharing beds with blanket stealers....)

RANDOM FACT: Someone tried to insult him once by saying he smells like wet dog. Unfortunately for them, he took it as a compliment

NAME: Lilian Amell/Hawke

NICKNAME: Lil Bird (don't call her that), Hawke, Champ

GENDER: Female (would probably experiment with gender expression more if there weren't other things on her mind)

TAROT CARD: Wheel of Fortune or King of Wands

HEIGHT: Tall (def taller than Liam)

ORIENTATION: Demiro bi and poly

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Fereldan Human (Marcher/Fereldan parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Peaches

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Golden rain

FAVORITE SCENT: Sea air, dried fish, vanilla, rum

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot chocolate, even if she denies it

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8-ish, up to 10 if she has the chance to (gets grumpy if she gets less)

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs

DREAM TRIP: Rivain (been there, loves it)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 2

RANDOM FACT: Forever mad that Seb outdrinks her at every competition and forever determined to beat him

NAME: Juniper Margaret June Trevelyan

NICKNAME: Junie (childhood nickname; won't let anyone call her that), Sparker, Bluetit

GENDER: Female

TAROT CARD: Knight of Wands

HEIGHT: Short (shortest of my human guys, only taller than noya and kala lol)

ORIENTATION: Aro Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Marcher Human

FAVORITE FRUIT: Cherry tomatoes (they're fruit!) (shes not much of a fruit person)

FAVORITE SEASON: Late summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Doesn't have one

FAVORITE SCENT: Hay, burnt dust, petrol, ozone

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8

DOGS OR CATS: Both but slight dog bias

DREAM TRIP: Minrathous

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 (she gets hot easily)

RANDOM FACT: She can make her hair sparkle like snow with ice magic

NAME: Ari Adaar

NICKNAME: ..Ari is the nickname lolol

GENDER: Agender (presents masc but Qunari gender is funky)

TAROT CARD: The World or Seven of Cups

HEIGHT: Tall (i like to think he is a bit taller than Bull just because it's funny)

ORIENTATION: Pan and some flavour of a-spec

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Marcher Vashoth (Seheron parents)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pomelo but he's allergic; 2nd choice is woodapple

FAVORITE SEASON: Winter

FAVORITE FLOWER: Elder or Jasmine

FAVORITE SCENT: Cardamon, pine needles, iron

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Black tea (w loads of sugar)

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5

DOGS OR CATS: Neither, really

DREAM TRIP: Antiva, to Josie's place :)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1 usually, 2 or one thick one in skyhold/very cold places

RANDOM FACT: He takes an interest in beekeeping and might get into it properly if/when he settles down

NAME: Adriel (Hawke)

NICKNAME: Addie, Pup, Magpie, Junior

GENDER: Female (has a bit of a gender crisis/ experimentation phase when she learns she's intersex but settles back on to female)

TAROT CARD: The Hermit

HEIGHT: Average to tall-ish (grows up to be about as tall as Fenris)

ORIENTATION: A-spec lesbian

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: ?? Elf (she doesn't know; probably Marcher?)

FAVORITE FRUIT: Pomegranates!

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring to early summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Pansies

FAVORITE SCENT: Fresh linen, cats (they smell good!), hot wax

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Fruity teas

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7

DOGS OR CATS: Cats

DREAM TRIP: Kind of really curious about Tevinter actually (don't tell pa....)

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, preferably fuzzy!

RANDOM FACT: She is scared of horses because the first time she tried to ride one it god spooked by something and threw her off

#was thinking abt putting robin too but i really dont have enough of a solid grasp on them yet #my ocs #oc: liam hawke #oc: lilian hawke #oc: june trevelyan #oc: ari adaar #oc: adriel

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gynandromorph · 10 months

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Alright since Pikmin 4 is now officially out, I've 100%ed the game and it took me about 30 hours, 33 with probable idle time. The game is therefore about $2 per hour of gameplay. It's definitely different from previous Pikmin games while still being a Pikmin game and gives you a lot of ways to avoid having any Pikmin die by just using oatchi to do everything. It was really, really irritating that oatchi never learned how to use the charging horn, like, it hurt my mf hand. I won't spoil the game but save like 100ish glow Pikmin for the last dungeon. You cannot beat the dungeon if you don't have at least 1 purple Pikmin (they give you purple flowers on the specific level you need them) but otherwise glow Pikmin have you covered entirely and will be preferable to any other kind of Pikmin due to their immunity to every element (you will also need at least one ice bomb). Also, huge spoiler, but it really irritated me a lot that you can't teach oatchi the final skill until you have literally beaten the game and the credits have rolled. You do not get to use the skill at any point in the game because of the pup drive cost. Makes me want to explode. Also the fact that you can't set dandori battles to use glow Pikmin. They literally made white and purple pellet pansies for dandori battles but you can't use one of the two new Pikmin types. And no it's not cuz it's too bright or whatever because you can get 5 of them spawned in from a random power up

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fairybasketsxo · 7 months

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K L T

Kitten: In to pet play? Do you prefer kittens or pups?

pansy: Yeah! I like the aesthetic of kitty stuff more, but I see more stuff about puppy play and I am into it too, but maybe that's just cause all the hot mascs we follow are into it rn lmfao

posy: i definitely could get into pet play more. i lean more towards puppy for myself vs kitty, but def see pansy as the latter hehe. i can definitely appreciate both of them for different reasons 🥺 and honestly when ever i have thought about it, i often fantasize about the getting mounted / being a dumb dog aspect of it over anything else🥴

Latex: Latex, leather, or neither?

pansy: Leather all the way for me. It's natural, it lasts forever, it's sexy, it's comfortable!! Latex hoods are super hot too and the feel of latex slaps, but I think practically I prefer leather.

posy: omg leather! we NEED more leather lingerie & bondage pieces SOO desperately!!! and we've been trying latex gloves more recently and they're definitely a game changer 🥵 but i wouldn't want to wear it for too long

Teasing: How much is just the right amount of teasing before somebody gets dicked down? And what are you favorite means of teasing?

pansy: I can be teased for 12hrs without breaking, but oh my god I would say I love a good solid hour of teetering towards the edge before we break.

posy: i loooveee teasing it's literally one of my biggest turn ons 😵‍💫 i think it should be as long as possible until the other one snaps and uses the other to cum hdjsjks

#answered #tysm for sending these in!!#t4t nsft #ask game #trans nsft #minors dni

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agblend13 · 7 months

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🍄 HUNT FOR THE GIANT HOGWEED 🏹

What do mushrooms hunt with their pansy pups? The botanical equivalent of wild boar of course... Giant hogweed! This is a real flowering plant on Earth that can grow well over 10ft tall, looking like a Queen Anne's lace from Jurassic times. And it IS dangerous, with a sap that will chemically alter your skin so that it burns and blisters when you come in contact with sunlight.

Here we see that only the bravest of mushroom hunters dare seek it out in the depths of Primrose Forest... 🍄

Acrylics on paper, 4x4". 2023.

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hereforanepilogue · 10 months

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rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people

pretending to have been tagged by @grimweathers

h - hunting the wren - lankum o - old man, - chora r - riboflavin-flavored, non-carbonated, polyunsaturated blood - don hinson & the rigamorticians s - silver dagger - charley crockett e - evil ways - graveyard g - glory! glory! - vile creature i - insects - oingo boingo r - rather low - nick shoulders l - last but not least - fall of efrafa e - easy from now on - emmylou harris d - darkness at the heart of my love - ghost d - don’t turn your back - blue öyster cult i - it’s not a fashion statement, it’s a deathwish - mcr e - evil - 45 grave m - matilda - pup u - úirchill an chreagáin - aodh ó duibheannaigh n - neighbors of the beast - pansy division s - songs in the key of compromise - dawn ray’d o - old and withered - sodb n - night crawler - judas priest

tagging @bonitabreezy @stevecarrington @eztraterreztrial and anyone else who wants to do it i will never on my life come up with a person for every letter in my url

#about me #tag games #this is a truly accursed collection of songs #but its just things from my current heavy rotation #which is devastating news for me and everyone around me

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buttered-baguette-writes · 10 months

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Europe Feels Like a Kiss

((Part 2))

A few days had passed, and Harry hadn't done much. He texted with the group Draco and Pansy introduced him to and called with Hermione and Ron, but otherwise, he didn't really socialise.

Looking for a bit of adventure, Harry decided to set out on the streets again in hopes of finding something fun along the way. He walked for a while, going past all the places and alleyways he had already explored in order to get to the unknown.

He eventually made his way past the restaurant he had gone to the other night with Pansy and Draco, then kept on going down the street. However, he didn't make it very far as a dog came barrelling down the cobblestones straight for him. It was most certainly still a puppy, but it was huge.

The wonders of Great Danes.

The dog was spotted and multi-coloured, and its front paws were quickly on Harry’s pants, just begging for attention. Its tail wagged so hard and fast that it became nothing but a blur.

“Well, hello there! And who are you?” Harry cooed at the ginormous puppy, hands scratching its body while also trying to grasp the collar so he could read it. “Luca’s Shelter huh? And how did you get out?”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Harry? Oh, thank goodness!” Luca yelled out from across the street, looking puffed with a leash looped to his pants. He stayed where he was, putting a hand to his chest as he simply breathed.

Tugging softly at the dogs’ collar, Harry awkwardly pulled the dog across the street. It was a strong pup. The dog tugged away from him but towards Luca the closer they got to the other man. Harry offered a bright smile. “Hi.”

“I’m so happy to see you!” Luca said before quickly and quietly chastising the large puppy. The pup had bowled past him at the shop entrance when he went to take him for a walk. “Milo here is a troublemaker,” Luca added, finally clipping on the lead.

“Cute though.”

“Yeah,” Luca agreed.

“I can walk him back for you?” Harry suggested, wanting something to do. Besides, he had been meaning to see Luca’s shop.

Luca looked at him sceptically for a moment before Milo tugged towards something down the street. He quickly handed the leash to Harry, not ready to run again. “Please.”

Harry smiled. Taking the lead, he let out a short whistle, catching the dogs attention. “Come on,” he said energetically.

Milo trotted happily in front of Harry as the man walked next to Luca, making small talk.

By the time they made it back to the shop, Milo was one tired puppy. However, he would certainly be ready to play after a very short nap.

Harry spent the rest of his day at Luca’s store helping out, playing with cats and dogs, and getting to know the Italian man. Lottie dropped by, having forgot her lunch in their apartment upstairs.

Harry had had such a good time that he promised to come by and help out again. The kittens and Milo were his favourite.

On his venture to find a place for dinner, Harry came upon a fluffy gray cat that was in a harness and leash. His green eyes jumped to look at the owner who just happened to have a familiar head of blonde hair.

“Are you walking your cat?” Harry asked. Never had he heard of someone taking their cat for a walk.

“Yes,” Draco answered. “Altesse loves the attention.”

“Pardon? What was that name?”

Draco flushed slightly. He was a proud cat owner, but he never had to explain his cats name in English. He didn't know why he felt so silly about it in that moment. “Altesse, or, Son Altesse.” He answered, knowing the look on the other man’s face. “It means –”

“Her Highness?”

“How did you…”

“I have a translating spell,” Harry said sheepishly. He had wanted to learn the language but was struggling to pick it up on his own in the short time he had been there.

Draco just watched him as he bent down to greet Altesse. Draco heard him say something in French, amused when Her Highness sniffed his hand snootily before accepting a quick scratch between her ears.

“What’re you doing?” Harry asked as he stood back up.

“Dinner. Haven't decided what yet.”

Harry perked up. “Can I join you? I’ve no idea where to go.”

Draco gave him a once over before agreeing, taking them to a fabulous restaurant a few streets over. They ordered their food to go – at Draco’s insistence – taking it back to the blonde's flat.

It was larger than Harry’s.

There was two bedrooms and a bathroom to one side. The kitchen was a decent size, a small island with stools. There was a couch against one wall and a shelf on the other. Large windows littered the entire apartment. There was a full balcony off the living space with a little table and two mismatching chairs.

It was very inviting.

Harry was there for a few hours. The conversation always flowing.

Harry talked about the time he spent as an Auror, the ministry not putting him through the proper training course. That experience had drained him so much. And the media made it worse, especially when he quit. Then, when he began setting up his charities, the press hounded him about his dating life.

“England went wild when they found out I got a tattoo,” Harry reminisced with a dry laugh. “Even muggle places weren’t safe.” He had booked the appointment under an alias at a muggle parlour, but someone found out anyway.

Draco took a sip of his wine, horrified by the media tales. “And I thought they were nice to saviours and such,” he said. His experience had, of course, been terrible, but they hadn't followed him everywhere.

“I wish…” Harry replied. He did miss home, but he needed to be away. At least for a little while. His eyes drifted to a photo of a young Draco and his mother. “How is your mum?” He asked.

Draco sighed.

Narcissa had insisted on staying in England, now in a small cottage on the outskirts of society. She had been pushed there, and so had Draco. But she was being as strong as she could. The blonde explained that he hadn't wanted to leave her at first, but there was nothing left for him back there. No motivation to get back into a society that didn't want him.

Then, he got a call from Pansy who begged him to go to Paris. The way she talked about her business actually inspired him to do something. So, he left.

“I’d most likely be moping and greying if she hadn’t called,” Draco said, half joking.

Harry agreed. While Draco introduced him to his friends, Pansy offered him work. “Does she do that a lot?”

Draco quirked a brow. “Do what?”

“Give people jobs?”

Finishing his glass of wine, Draco smiled fondly as he thought about his friend. “If you mean the likes of you and me, yes. She has a sixth sense almost,” he joked. However, the bespectacled man looked confused. “She picks up on those who have talent in her line of work, even if they don’t realise it.”

Harry found that fascinating. “Is that how she chooses most of her staff?”

“All of us,” Draco replied. “Even you.”

Harry went to say something, but before he could, a fluffy cat jumped on his lap and demanded attention.

“Altesse! Sorry, she normally doesn't do that,” Draco apologised.

“No worries,” Harry waved it off, hands petting the cat lovingly. “You’re cute so you know you can get away with it,” he mumbled to the cat who flicked her ear in approval.

Since Harry didn't mind, Draco didn't either. He grabbed the bottle from the table, pouring himself some more wine. He titled it towards Harry’s glass in question, pouring when the man nodded.

“Do you have pets?” Draco asked, amused by the way his cat and Potter were playing.

“No,” Harry said almost sadly. “But the animals at Luca’s shelter are wonderful.”

“So, you’d adopt?”

“Definitely.” Harry looked back up at the blonde grinning. “I’d need a bigger place though.”

Harry spent the next day lounging about his apartment. He was lucky enough to have a tub in the bathroom, so he figured he’d make the best of it. He lit one of those candles he bought the other day and sunk into the warm water. His hair was tied up, glasses sitting on the vanity.

He almost fell asleep in there.

When he got out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and nothing more. He quickly regretted that as the breeze that swept through his apartment was chilly on his skin.

With a sigh, he realised he would have to go shopping. He did bring clothes with him, but he also knew the weather in France was different than England. Besides, he figured he might try to dress more like a Parisian. Something different, something fun. Yet another thing to separate him from the stress back in England.

Putting on a shirt and pants, Harry plopped down onto his couch. Before he could do anything, his phone buzzed on the side table. Curious, he picked it up.

From: Draco Malfoy

Drinks is on Wed. this week.

If you wanted to come.

The tips of Harry’s lips lifted. He had been wondering if they had drinks on the same night every week after finding out just how busy Pansy was. He assumed the others were also super busy, seeing as they all owned their own businesses.

Harry quickly typed out his reply.

-- Love to. Should I bring something?

From: Draco Malfoy

More pastries. Pansy’s request.

Harry sent back a smiley face. Tossing his phone back onto the side table, he got comfy on the sofa. After a while, he drifted off to sleep as the sun changed direction and filled his apartment with warmth.

Wednesday… he had two days until then.

Those two days were uneventful. He went back to that rooftop café he found, happy that the workers remembered him. That time, his request for a tea did not throw them off.

Around midday, he stopped by his favourite bakery and got a bag of sweets. He didn't know half the stuff he was ordering, but it all looked fantastic. As long as it wasn't some weird combination like mushrooms and caramel, he was happy.

He made sure to keep the bag out of the sun as he wasted his afternoon away.

Once night began to fall, he locked up his apartment and apparated to Pansy’s. He arrived earlier than the week prior but was not surprised to see that most were already there. As he was led up the stairs, he found Elle, Camile and Draco lounging on the couches, wine glasses already in their hands.

“Bonsoir Harry,” Elle greeted him. She rose from the couch to give him a kiss on the cheek before moving on to Pansy. The latter had hurried to the kitchen to stash the pastries. Putting her glass down, Elle crept up behind Pansy, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Ma chérie, are you not going to share?”

Harry looked away. Maybe too quickly. But seeing that interaction had reminded him of his singleness and how most of his attempts at a relationship had ended on not-so good terms. Apart from Ginny, of course.

He plopped himself down next to Malfoy without thinking about it.

The blonde didn't seem to mind. Instead, he raised a brow at his friend who was sitting on the other couch.

Camile was giving him a look that meant she wanted to know something. “So, Draco,” she started, sipping her wine. The red on her lips left nothing behind on the glass. “What happened to that kitchen hand boy?” One of her brows quirked as she smiled.

Malfoy flushed brightly. He cleared his throat before he spoke, resisting the urge to down the rest of his wine. Not only did he not want to talk about that man, but for some reason, the idea of Potter hearing it made it all the worse. “Nothing.”

“Oh, so you dropped him? Shame, he was young and fit,” Camile teased.

“He was only two years younger!” Draco protested. It wasn't as if he was trying to date someone just out of school. No, he was more respectable than that.

Pansy suddenly appeared with more wine bottles and glasses. She complained about how Draco had complained about the kitchen hand, talking about it on their lunch breaks. On the bright side, the man had decided to move to a different restaurant – which was good news for Elle as the man was helping her competitor.

Harry was confused as the woman started joking about how Malfoy shouldn't be one to complain.

Their smiles turned almost evil as dread hit Draco hard.

“You mean, you don’t know about Mr. Pamper Prince here?” Camile asked.

Malfoy stopped the conversation right there. He begged his friends to change the topic. He already had them poking fun at his beauty routine, he didn't feel like adding Potter to the mix.

Thankfully, Lottie and Luca arrived just in time. However, the latter was a bit down.

Luca didn't chat much as the gathering officially started and the others were getting worried. He was usually the hyper one, even after spending all day with the animals at his shelter.

Luca sighed when asked what was wrong. “Milo had people interested, but they thought he was too hyper.” It was true that the Great Dane was a bit on the energetic side, but that shouldn't stop him from going to a nice home. “He's only six months! No where near the end of the puppy stage.” His eyes shot up to look at Potter. “He missed you today, I think,” Luca said.

Harry tilted his head slightly, hair tumbling with the movement. “Really?”

Luca nodded and said with a small laugh, “You can keep up with him better.”

Beside Potter, Malfoy looked mortified at the idea of having such a large dog. Maybe he’d come around one day, but that was a hard maybe.

The night continued. Eventually, everyone was lively and enjoying the wine. At some point, Pansy did retrieve the pastries from the kitchen and offered them to her friends.

The group talked about random things, tried to get to know Harry a bit more, and failed to create a spontaneous group outing. Everyone kept saying they were busy or that they needed to check their calendars.

Fed up, Pansy went and got a spare calendar from downstairs. She began by scribbling down her and Draco’s schedule for the rest of the week. Muttering something under her breath, the paper duplicated itself. Everyone watched on curiously as she wrote something on one of the calendars. Seconds later, it appeared on the duplicate.

Satisfied, Pansy leant back. She repeated those muttered words and created five more copies of the calendar. Holding the pen tighter, she concentrated hard and the entries for her and Draco changed colours.

“There,” she said, happy with her work. “Now we can plan easier.”

The others stared at her, impressed. Even a bit tipsy she knew how to do something complicated.

Harry counted the number of calendars she did, unable to keep the smile that spread on his lips. There was enough for all seven of them. His heart did a funny thing at the thought that he was already a member of their friend group, considering how close they all seemed.

“Welcome to the club,” Draco said. He was smiling when Harry looked over at him. “No leaving now,” he joked.

If Pansy wasn't sitting on the other couch, she would have hit his arm.

The next day, Harry watched in awe and horror as his calendar began to fill itself in.

Pansy was the busiest in the group. She had meetings after meetings, run throughs, networking events, the different stores… The list felt endless. Then again, it was her business that she started from scratch. Not only was she the boss, but she was still head creator for new designs and such. A businesswoman of many talents.

Elle was the second busiest. She was manager and owner at her current two restaurants as well as being head chef at them both whenever she stepped into the kitchen. She was much like Pansy – doing everything in order to do it right. She was looking for a third location, feeling confident.

Camile was surprisingly the next. Her plant nursery was doing well but she was also involved with local universities and researchers of all kinds. People looking to make discoveries or cures. She was often in meetings or helping a potions expert brew something new or trying to make a specific plant grow.

Luca had a normal enough working week. Though his hours were much longer. He put most of his energy into keeping his shelter running and didn't have a lot of employees – less than what others would recommend, but they were good. His days could be flexible if he really needed them to be. Every now and then, a charity event would be sprinkled in.

Draco was somewhat busy, but certainly not the worst. Currently, his number of shoots were minimal as P. Parks Fashion was putting together their next season. His next few months involved test running outfits and sitting in on certain meetings to give his stylistic input.

Lottie didn't have a clear schedule. She would simply block out time periods or entire days where she was unavailable. Nobody had a clue what she did. Well, apart from the few times she'll be requested by a school or hospital and entertain kids who really need a cheer up.

And then there was Harry. The only reason he knew what his colour was on the calendar was because Pansy added a legend to the side.

He knew he shouldn't feel bad about it. He was there to relax, unwind, find himself – he didn't need a job. But if he happened upon one, he wouldn't decline.

As he turned away from the almost frightful thing on his wall, his phone went off.

“Hi Pansy,” he greeted.

“Bonjour Harry! I'd love if you came by this afternoon,” Pansy said. There was faint yelling in the background interrupted by a yelp as Pansy’s pen became lodged in the wall between the people. With a breath, she kept speaking. “If you’re interested in the business and also to see one of our camera’s here.”

“Sure.”

“Great, see you at four.”

She left no room for debate and as Harry tossed his phone aside to charge, he realised a small detail. Pansy would be in a meeting.

Lucky for Harry, the Slytherin had also called up her favourite blonde and asked him to come in to help.

Draco kindly explained what Pansy was wanting to do, but Harry wasn't taking in the words. His eyes caught sight of white and yellow trailing up the blonde’s arm as he folded up his sleeve.

“Is that a tattoo?” Harry asked, accidently cutting the other man off. The ink looked immaculate against the fair skin. It almost made him want to reach out and trace it.

Draco startled but quickly recollected himself. “Yes,” he said with a smile. “Daffodils – also known as Narcissus.”

“When did you get it done?”

Draco hummed. “The day I came to France. I was tired of seeing that horrid mark and already missed mother dearly,” he said.

For a moment, Harry had forgotten about the dark mark that had been etched onto Malfoy’s skin. The mark that represented ruin in both their lives. Now, he thought the flowers were a far better choice – quite pretty too. A thrill ran up his spine at the idea of getting another tattoo himself.

“Do you have anymore?” Harry asked. He may have hoped to have a tattoo buddy after this, but he was just excited someone else actually had one. None of his friends dared to get them and the only Weasley to have one was Charlie.

“No,” Draco replied. He could clearly see the sudden energy in Potter’s eyes at the mention of the ink. He had stalked the other in 6th year – knowing what those green eyes lighting up meant was a given. Remembering something, Draco grew curious. “How many do you have?”

“Four.” Harry grinned at him.

Against his dark skin was a perfect, singular lily flower right over his heart. It was fairly large and took up most of his pec. On his left shoulder blade was the upper half of a proud stag. It trailed down the side of his back as the fur lines faded. Both were highly detailed and almost life like. On his left shoulder was his smallest and simplest tattoo. It was a filled in dog paw that had the moon and a star above it.

Harry’s last tattoo was of a snitch. It sat curled up on his upper, outer right thigh. “This one was done at a magic parlour.”

“I didn’t know those existed,” Malfoy said. The idea of getting a charmed tattoo intrigued him, but he'd no idea of what to get.

“They’re great,” Harry said. “The snitch can unfurl and moves about.”

“Oh.” Malfoy stared off into the distance, distracted by a thought. Though that was quickly ripped away as he saw friend making her way towards him, heels silent.

Pansy slung her arm around Potter, startling the poor man. She started teasing them that it took forty minutes to discuss what they were supposed to be doing. She got an eyeroll from Malfoy and an apologetic smile from Potter.

“Sorry, I got excited and started talking about tattoos,” Harry explained.

Pansy looked between them and smiled. “I’ll allow it… this time.”

After that, she put them both to work.

Draco was given a long coat that he had to make work with his outfit and accessible accessories. He was to pose and do what he thought might work for a potential photoshoot.

Potter was finally given a camera. Pansy stood next to him as he figured out buttons, lenses, scales, and such. Then it was about him trying to find a good angle even if he thought the pose Draco was in was awkward.

Pansy wanted to see what he could do.

After a while, she stood back and just watched the two work together. Instead of asking her, Potter would ask Draco if he thought an idea might work and the blonde was happy to help. It was fun to watch.

The longer Draco posed, the more relaxed he got, the quieter Potter became and his frown less prominent.

“Alright,” Pansy said with a clap and a smile. She heard the faint click of the camera as Potter took one last photo. She would love to see that one. “C’mon,” she beckoned them both over to a computer booth, connecting the camera.

The photos started off not so great. Even so, if Pansy thought the pose was good, she hit print. Then the pictures started getting better, making even poses she usually didn't like look good. There was a lot there. Some were just pictures of the light instead of Draco.

And then she got to the last one and she smiled. It was a mid-motion shot. Draco was running a hand through his hair with his eyes closed, right after she had called time. He was about to take a step and his tattoos were poking through the coat sleeve slightly, the most colourful thing in the entire shot.

Pansy hit print.

Waving a hand, she told Draco to go get Potter dressed in something different before turning back to the computer to save the images off the camera. Brain ticking away, she created a folder and put some of the better ones in there as well as the last one. With quick hands, she shared the folder with Potter before shutting down the computer.

They had a dinner to get to after all.

Part 1 // Part 3

Also on AO3

#europe feels like a kiss #fanfic #drarry #draco x harry #we don't follow canon in this house #they live in france #pansy is a lesbian and in love with an oc

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kadebronson · 1 year

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01. come on eileen - save ferris

02. love will tear us apart - fall out boy

03. take on me - reel big fish

04. you really got a hold on me - she & him

05. mickey - b*witched

06. teenage dirtbag - cavetown ft. chloe moriondo

07. i melt with you - sugarcult

08. got the time - the matches

09. 20th century boy - the replacements

10. androgynous - joan jett ft. laura jane grace & miley cirus

11. (we're gonna) rock around the clock - the replacements

12. swingin party - lorde

13. royals - the holophonics

14. dancing with myself - blink-182

15. dear prudence - siouxsie and the banshees

16. under pressure - my chemical romance & the used

17. queen bitch - birdbrain

18. running up that hill - placebo

19. landslide - the chicks

20. pumped up kicks - american murder song

21. crazy - kidneythieves

22. don't stop me now - the regrettes

23. 99 red balloons - goldfinger

24. ...baby one more time - bowling for soup

25. i love rock and roll - britney spears

26. 1999 (i want to go back) - vengaboys

27. paint it black - harley poe

28. chop suey! - nekrogoblikon

29. relax, take it easy - mika

30. you really got me - oingo boingo

31. land down under - leftover crack

32. the boys are back in town - the ataris

33. smalltown boy - orville peck

34. lithium - the polyphonic spree

35. such great heights - streetlight manifesto

36. roots radical - mustard plug

37. rebel yell - the brains

38. love song - jack off jill

39 pink elephants on parade - the circus contraption band

40. the candyman - sloppy seconds

41. sabotage - FIDLAR

42. teenagers from mars - buck-o-nine

43. pet semetary - groovie ghoulies

44. bad moon rising - rasputina

45. immigrant song - trent rezner ft. karen o

46. personal jesus - mindless self indulgence

47. it's a sin - pansy division

48. cry little sister - aiden

49. you're dead/vampire ska - we are the union

50. always something there to remind me - the hippos

51. jolene - me first & the gimme gimmes

52. we're not gonna take it - less than jake

53. don't stop me now - the vandals

54. paint it black - the unseen

55. hurt - johnny cash

56. the ballroom blitz - calibretto 13

57. dancing on my own - dale hollow

58. milkshake - goodnight nurse

59. it's my life - no doubt

60. real wild child - josie and the pussycats

61. smooth criminal - alien ant farm

62. piece of my heart - jaguar love

63. no scrubs - weezer

64. you don't get me high anymore - PUP

65. somebody to love - troye sivan

66. it's the end of the world as we know it - the suicide machines

67. ring of fire - social distortion

68. surrender - anti-flag

you can listen to the playlist here!

#playlist

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transfemlogan · 1 year

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Instagram Feb 2023. People asked abt my sides please enjoy my infodumps + two (2) drawings of them because... i cant find any other ones + a height chart

Readmore bcuz it is long, since I added image descriptions

Image one: asker asks, "AHHH INFODUMP U MOTHER OF FUXKS!!!! (father? Of fucks? Father? Of not fucking?)" Answer: I made my sides back in middle school & then revamped them back in freshman yr. So they still have that... edgy-ness that comes with being a 12-14 yr old NDSHKFNF (its ok it makes them cooler) They originally started out as Logic, Anxiety, & Morality & then I realised that was lame & changed them + added more after janus & remus revealed themselves :P /end

Image two: (same ask) Answer: SO. UPDATED VERSION GOES AS FOLLOWS: logic to fatigue (still an awful trait name). morality to compassion. anxiety to paranoia (I used 2 think I had an anxiety disorder. I was wrong. I just have delusions & hallucinations that Make Me Anxious.) & then added sides: creativity (is also logic), egotism, & impulse (used to not have a trait name 4 impulse, it used 2 just be its name) /end

Names & pronouns

Image 1: asker asks, "do they have names outside of their traits?" Answer: THEY DO! Because I revamped them back in freshman yr, my naming skills was based off of... my own. I used to only hoard "m" names, & bcuz of that I named them w/ only m names. I should probably... change that but i've gotten to attatched to their names... :( compassion is melvin. Paranoia is mercury (mercs). Impulse is maddox (madds). Creativity/logic is medusa. Egotism is memphis. Fatigue is maven. (Madds name is never changing. It is perfect. & medusas name is that bcuz i didnt have a name for him & just took... one of mine. My name is medusa.) /end

Image 2: i originally had the idea of giving them names I already hoard (none of their names r names I use, minus medusa) but bcuz i tend to write self insert fanfiction & when I write myself I dont pick one name & prn set, I change it constantly (it gets confusing & thats the point) it would get even More Confusing if I had a side names "pansy" but i also referred to myself as "pansy". So i didnt use that idea. (Pansy is also a name I use!) /end

Image three: HOWEVER I hoard pronouns too & i did give them the pronouns I hoard! So please take their pronouns. Melvin/Compassion: he/him. Madds/Impulse: it/its. Mercury/Parnoia: xe/xyr (or none!). Memphis/Egotism: he/she. Medusa/Creativity: he/pup/meow/kit. Maven/Fatigue: They/them (i do not use they/them anymore, but they r maven's prns now. They can keep them.) /end

Drawings

[ID: a traditional drawing of Medusa/Creativity. He is shrugging his shoulders and has his hands, that are covered in blood, out to the side. He has his curly hair tied up into a half ponytail and is wearing a shirt with overalls. He is winking, sticking out is tongue, and has glasses on. There is words in the corner that read "deranged" with an arrow pointing at him. /end ID]

A medusa/creativity doodle from fucking 2019 good lord. He likes to be covered in blood.

[ID: a digital drawing of Maddox/Impulse. It is standing with one hand in its shorts pocket and another at his chest, curled up in a claw. It is looking to the side. It is wearing a white hoodie with an eye on the front with the hood pulled over its head. Its hair is brown and curly at the top, with the sides poking out from the hood. The sides are long, red, and straight, but with curly ends. It is wearing a choker, multiple bracelets, glasses, and multiple piercings. It looks angry. /end ID]

A maddox/impulse doodle from 2021

[ID: a digital drawing of labeled circles. From left to right it reads, "Melvin", "Mercury", "Maddox" (taller than both Melvin and Mercury), "Maven" (shorter), "Medusa" (shortest), and "Memphis" (tallest). /end ID]

And the height chart!

#revys sides!

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thotsforvillainrights · 1 year

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~MISC Villains Masterlist~

-Chimera’s Pup & the 1st Day of School

-S/O likes to leave Kiss Marks ft. Chimera

-New Years 2023 Stain Smut

-Giran Shower Antics

-Dad!Stain & Daughter Day

-2023 Holiday Prompts Giran x 6

-Giran “I’ll be Home for Christmas”

-Dad!Stain & The Mall Santa

-Stain’s S/O Related to All Might

-Giran’s S/O & the Cat-Fight

-Shopping Date with Stain

-”Don’t Say a Word” Stain Smut

-Giran & His Smoking S/O

-(Untitled) Stain x Vigilante Reader

-(Untitled) Stain x Cop Reader

-How Giran Makes Up for Arguments

-Giran’s Reaction to S/O’s Pregnancy

-Stain & The Vigilante

-Spending the Day Together With Giran

-Stain’s Reaction to having a Baby

-A Relationship with Lady Nagant

-”Just Like Daddy for Halloween” ft.Nine

-”Flowers” Nine Smut

-Beros Headcanons

-Chimera’s Thicc S/O

-”Midnight Escapades” Lady Nagant Smut

-Comforting an S/O ft.Giran & Stain

-Mute S/O ft.Chimera & Nine

-”Old Man” ft.Giran

-”The Stand” Stain Fluff

-Giran’s Oblivious S/O

-Stain’s First Kiss

-Oblivious S/O ft.Chimera & Nine

-Pegging ft.Nine

-Getting a Love Letter ft.Stain

-S/O with a High Sex Drive ft.Nine

-(Untitled) La Brava Imagine

-Jungle Juice ft.Nine

-Chimera, Nine, & Mummy with Blind S/O

-Giran trying everything to Protect you

-Chimera’s Bunny S/O

-”Oh He’s Baby” ft. Stain

-”Sleeping In” Giran Smut

-”Rewarded” Giran Smut

-Giran Returning to his S/O

-S/O Wearing the Shirt ft.Giran

-”Little Interruptions” Giran Smut

-”Parents to Be” Lady Nagant

-Calling them Handsome during the Act ft.Stain

-”Picnic and Pansies” AFO

-SugarDaddy!Giran watching S/O change into new outfits

-”Backseat Loving” Stain ft. Skeptic & Moonfish

-Dad!Stain’s Daughter friends with a Hero’s kid

-AFO’s S/O reassures him

-Dad!Stain and the Tooth Fairy

#miscellaneous villains #masterlist

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~ Roberts Adoption Story ~

In January of 2019, I decided I was finally in a stable enough position to open my home to a dog. I had tried petsitting cats previously, but my micro-apartment in Cork City Centre wasn’t an ideal home for a cat, it just wasn’t fair on them. So, decided to look into welcoming a dog into my life! I had a look around a number of shelters and rescues in the area, but living in a tiny 54sqm home did limit my options, I knew breeds like a Border Collie or a Husky would struggle with the confined space, lack of a garden and up in the air work/college schedule. So I turned to Google. “Best breeds for apartment life”. And in the top ten every time was a Greyhound. At first I thought they meant the little Italian Greyhounds, but no, further research revealed that Greyhounds make GREYT apartment pets!

Despite the reams of research and posts online, the idea of a long legged Noodlehorse wandering around the apartment still didn’t sit right with me. I’d not had much of an experience with greyhounds, outside the idea of them as Racing Dogs. My Father grew up with Greyhounds, his uncle bred and trained them, and each litter would be split between the kids, each child given a pup to help raise. He had many fond stories of wandering the fields with his dog, but lots of sad ones too. One particularly heart breaking one was about his dog, who he called Pansy due to the white floral marking on her forehead. Pansy was a brindle bitch, and apparently a nifty little pocket rocket. My father put a lot of time and care into Pansy, raising her, walking her, keeping her fit and healthy, doting on her as only a boy and his dog might. His uncle however, didn’t let my father come with him to the track on account of the fact that the dog might recognise him on the sidelines whilst racing and stop, as had happened on other occasions with local dogs. So when pansy was loaded up into the back of the van to go racing, my father thought nothing of it, it was normal. She’d come back that evening, and if she’d been fast, there might be a few pence thrown his way. Until the one evening she didn’t come back. She’s been racing at the local Wexford track for long enough she’d proven herself worth racing at Shelbourne. She’d done well and was sold there and then. No goodbyes, no traceability in those days, just a quick sale and a profit. Outside of those stories, I had no real world knowledge about hounds so when a Greyhound specific rescue announced a meet and greet at a local pet shop, I jumped at the chance.

I remember rocking up to the pet shop and the first thing I spotted was this HUGE White and Brindle hound named Cooper. He was the biggest dog I’d seen in a long time, and I was immediately taken aback. He was very friendly, outgoing, a real goofball. He was gorgeous, but I couldn’t imagine how a hound and big and bubbly as him could possibly settle into my little apartment. The other hound that was there was a dainty little black bitch called Serena. I’d never seen such a nervous dog in my life. She was only three days out of trainer kennels and was not happy with being out and about in a busy pet shop. She kept shying towards the back of the store, and was clearly uncomfortable. She was a much more manageable size, but her nervous disposition would never have allowed her to settle in to city centre living. Just as I was about to leave, a little dejected, in walked another greyhound! A tiny little thing, with a stunning tiger striped brindle coat and an attitude to match! She was fierce! Brazen but not pushy. Bold, but not overwhelming. She was perfect! If I could have a copy of her in my apartment I’d be flying! I started the adoption process that day!

After a week, I was asked if I could have a homecheck done. I’d never had a home check before. All our dogs growing up were pups dumped on our countryside road, which was far enough from the major towns in the area to leave a dog without being recognised, but not too far that it was an inconvenience. Every February/March, the puppies would appear. I have a strong memory of my mother hoisting me up the steep hedgerow embankment after two flea ridden, underweight bernese mountain dog (or mixes of) puppies. All four houses on our countryside lane had the numbers for regional rescues on speed dial to help home these poor dogs, often leftovers from the Christmas market or thrown aside when the cute eight week old puppy chewed the wrong thing or pottied in the house. Because I’d only ever experienced the on the ground side of Rescue and not the paperwork side, I had no clue what to expect. I remember scrubbing the house from top to bottom, putting out the good table wear, getting a selection of pastries from a local bakery, going all out to be a good host! And then in rocked Cooper! The big bubbly boy from the meet and greet! He may have been big, but he slotted so nicely into the apartment, flipping down in the newly bought dog bed to chew on the newly acquired dog toys. His parents were lovely, and we flew through the home check procedure. A week later, funny enough whilst I was visiting my father, I got a call from the rescue kennels inviting me to come visit and meet some of the dogs! We had a chat about my lifestyle, my work hours, my college hours, all to try and get a feel for which dog might be a good fit. I asked after one of the dogs they had on their Facebook page, a handsome hound named Fergus, but was told he was too nervy for city traffic. They then asked if I had seen Robert. I had glanced at his profile, but the image was blurry and I couldn’t get a feel for him, but they said he might be a good match and it would be great to get him a home as he was being kennelled alone for some food issues. We picked a time and date and so the countdown began!

As I don’t drive, I begged a lift off a friend, who drove me from Cork to Kerry to meet some dogs! My friends stayed in the car, whilst I went inside to meet some of the hounds. The very first dog they brought out was this MASSIVE blonde boy, even bigger than Cooper! He really was huge, but he just plodded along so nicely on leash, licked my hand and leaned against my leg. It was love at first Sight(hound)! I took Roberts leash and we went for a short stroll in the driveway of the rescue, where I introduced him to my two eagerly waiting friends in the car. They too were blown back by his size. So we went back inside, and I was introduced to two other hounds, a large brindle female named Rooska and a tiny little black male named Small Talk. They were both so lovely but there was only one hound for me, the gentle giant in the corner; Robert!

I signed the adoption papers right there and we bundled Robert into the back seat of the car and were off! Off the back of some advice from the rescue we stopped on the way home at a Greyhound supply store to pick up a proper rain coat, a blue kennel kosy muzzle and a bag of Gain 20, the food he had been eating in rescue. I had been warned that he had issues with food, was a very slow picky eater, and that he had a sensitive system, so sticking with the same food was important to try and prevent any digestive complaints.

After getting back to Cork, we had a circus of a time getting Robert into the apartment. There are four steps leading up to the entrance of our apartment and Robert was VERY shaky about them. It dawned on me then that he may have never encountered stairs before. We took it slow and steady and made our way up those entrance steps at his pace. Thankfully our apartment complex has an elevator, so we didn't need to work up the three flights of stairs to our floor! Rob walked into the elevator no problem, but when it moved, he tensed. Turned into a literal statue that did not want to leave the lift when it finally reached our floor. Slow and steady, we got him out of the lift and into the atrium, where he promptly walked directly into the large glass window door. From the atrium, we made it to the balcony and then finally, into our apartment!

Once he was inside he seemed to settle a little. He spent a minute sniffing the hallway, then sniffing the kitchen, then sniffing the bedroom, then peeing on the floor! XD The rest of the evening went alot smoother. Robert found a spot in the bedroom between the bedframe and the wall where he squeezed into and lay down. I had been warned by the rescue that he might be a little "shut down" at first due to the stress of moving from kennel life to home life but I don't think it hit me until then. This beautiful, young dog was just so... unsure. At three years of age he had no experience of life outside of cold, concrete kennels and coursing fields. He didn't want to lie on the new bed, he didn't seem to know what to do with the new toys, he wouldn't take a treat, he wouldn't even look at me. He just squeezed into a safe spot and lay there, and that broke my heart. But Time heals all wounds, and we had many, many years ahead of us <3

#greyhound #greyhounds #greyhoundsaspets #greyhoundsmakegreatpets #rescued greyhound #rescuednotretired #petsnotbets #rescuedog #adoptagreyhound #adoptadog #adoptionstory #robertthegreyhound #irishgreyhound #greyhoundadoption

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