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If you're wondering what happened to this blog, Bark actually died of refeeding syndrome years ago and everything after was a coma dream the end
Time for bears to celebrate birthdays!
Big birthday smooch for the birthday boy
He wraps his arms around the squirrel, and leans into the kiss. This would be a good birthday. Though to be fair, the bad ones never happened anymore.
Sometimes, very rarely now, he got reminded Bean had been left unsupervised for a few years.
It was stressful.
(( Pride month avvie change here too ))
asilentfighter:
O h.
The squirrel is set down, and he takes the music box. He needed a free hand to do that carefully. And he needed his other one too if he wanted to open it, so he gets to it.
He moves his arm from behind his back, and hands Ray a bouquet of roses. Among them were some flowers heâd picked himself from the mountains to add to the bouquet. The flowers from the mountains always smelled so beautiful to him, he figured itâd be a nice addition.
Nestled between the roses, was a card. Heâd written on it what he couldnât say for himself.
âHappy third anniversary.â
Heâd even drawn a little heart on it.
With his other hand free, he carefully opens the music box.
It doesnât take long for a wide smile to spread across his muzzle, both at the dancing figures, and the song playing. He knew that song. It was special. During a time that heâd temporarily had his voice back, Ray had told him to sing him a song. Heâd tried, and failed pretty badly by the end of it.
But it looked like the song was still pretty special to Ray too.
Barkâs eyes got a little teary as he continued to smile. Reaching over, he pulled Ray into a one armed hug.
This had to be one of the most special gifts heâd ever gotten.
A gasp.
What a beautiful bouquet, which he gladly accepts, holding the blooms up to his nose and taking a big sniff. Roses always smelled so sweet, he could never get enough of them. The other flowers mixed in were quite special as well, adding into the scent without taking anything away from the roses. It seemed that this bear had picked well.
Then there was the card, which was very special. It put a smile on this squirrelâs face. He loved this, heâd never get tired of receiving flowers for a gift, and heâd never forget the special card with the heart drawn on it. They would be cherished, even after the flowers had wilted, in due time. He could take photos of them, so that he would never forget what a beautiful bouquet he received on the night of his third anniversary.
At the one armed hug, he gives a smooch to the bearâs side. This was a special day, made even more special by that special someone.
âHard to believe its been three years. Time really has a way of going. Three years since that first kiss. Three years since you bumped your snout into my face. Three years since we started our life together, and now itâs grown into something I could have never imagined. It really is the greatest feeling in the world.â
Bark continued admiring the music box, until Ray spoke.
He frowns ever so slightly when he brings up the snout thing. Did he have to do that? Even three years later, he still felt embarrassed. Heâd gotten so nervous over such a seemingly simple action. An action that had since become a part of daily life.
Three years...Bean hadnât even returned to his life at that time. It felt like long ago, not just three years. Like theyâd spent most of their lives together, and not such a small part of them.
Heâd been so nervous Ray would grow tired of him. No such anxieties existed anymore, except for really bad days. Which had fortunately also become a rarity.
His hug loosens some, until heâs just using his hand to gently hold the squirrel close to himself, as he moves in for another kiss.
This was the greatest feeling in the world.
asilentfighter:
Bark gives a nod. It was a very special day. It was why heâd gone and kissed Ray as soon as heâd gotten home, without much of a greeting other than the kiss itself.
Heâd gotten a little something too, that he was hiding behind his back with his free hand. Though heâd wait for the squirrel to go first.
From his hands, comes a music box. A specially tailored music box specifically for this bear right here. If it was opened, it played one of their special songs, while a bear and a squirrel danced around on the display. The entire thing was made out of pure crystal, so it would be wise to be careful with it.
âHappy anniversary.â
O h.
The squirrel is set down, and he takes the music box. He needed a free hand to do that carefully. And he needed his other one too if he wanted to open it, so he gets to it.
He moves his arm from behind his back, and hands Ray a bouquet of roses. Among them were some flowers heâd picked himself from the mountains to add to the bouquet. The flowers from the mountains always smelled so beautiful to him, he figured itâd be a nice addition.
Nestled between the roses, was a card. Heâd written on it what he couldnât say for himself.
âHappy third anniversary.â
Heâd even drawn a little heart on it.
With his other hand free, he carefully opens the music box.
It doesnât take long for a wide smile to spread across his muzzle, both at the dancing figures, and the song playing. He knew that song. It was special. During a time that heâd temporarily had his voice back, Ray had told him to sing him a song. Heâd tried, and failed pretty badly by the end of it.
But it looked like the song was still pretty special to Ray too.
Barkâs eyes got a little teary as he continued to smile. Reaching over, he pulled Ray into a one armed hug.
This had to be one of the most special gifts heâd ever gotten.
asilentfighter:
agiftedgliderr replied to your post: What a good day to go and kiss his boyfriend. HeâŠ
âIâm hoooooooome.â
Just in time.
Bark picks the squirrel up with just one arm, and kisses his lips softly.
Oh. That was nice. He, of course, returns it with every bit of emotion. Nothing recharged you from a day at work like a kiss from your man.
âTodayâs a very special day, and I picked something up on my way home that I wanted to give you.â
Bark gives a nod. It was a very special day. It was why heâd gone and kissed Ray as soon as heâd gotten home, without much of a greeting other than the kiss itself.
Heâd gotten a little something too, that he was hiding behind his back with his free hand. Though heâd wait for the squirrel to go first.
agiftedgliderr replied to your post: What a good day to go and kiss his boyfriend. He...
âIâm hoooooooome.â
Just in time.
Bark picks the squirrel up with just one arm, and kisses his lips softly.
What a good day to go and kiss his boyfriend. He should go do that.
It definitely wasnât for a special occasion or anything. Definitely.
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(( Hey! Sorry for being inactive on here. I usually get into a writing/art slump after new year, and this year it hit me extra hard, especially with writing.
But Iâve slowly gotten back into it by rewriting old things, so I will be checking back here again. Though Iâm dropping the few threads I had going before this.
Though this doesnât mean I donât want to write with you! So if we had a thread going, or if youâre just a new face, feel free to drop by the inbox ))
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The radio was a fabulous invention. She couldnât get enough of it, every single time she visited her bear friend. It was almost like magic, it could play music all on its own. It could tell stories, and give important news information, as well. Not to mention the interesting talk shows. The radio could even count down to the new year, and that was just amazing to her.
So thatâs what they were doing. Rather than be at a big, fancy party this year, sheâd settled on spending the new year with some close friends. The house was quiet. Peaceful. Very nice. She wasnât used to it being so peaceful around this time of year, she always had to attend a fancy party. But sheâd told them she would spend the night in her room, and then, she snuck away, to spend the holiday here.
âIt is a beautiful night.â
She was currently resting upon the bear in question. His body was very soft, perfect for hugging, and laying against. She wasnât alone, as his closest friend, and his boyfriend were there as well. She was honored, that sheâd been invited to spend the holiday with them. It was⊠like being part of a family. It didnât matter that none of them were humans, the way she was. It was like a small family get together, and that was just the most special thing in the world.
5..4..3..
The countdown had begun. A certain green duck seemed to be counting down along with the radio, which was quite adorable. Even she felt a sense of anticipation. While it was a very nice time of year, she generally did not get this excited over it. It was more related to the atmosphere, than the actual event itself. The atmosphere this year was so very special, she couldnât have asked for anything better. Much less draining than some big ball.
2..1..HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
There was only one way to truly kick off the new year. With a kiss, of course. So once the bear has finished kissing his boyfriend on the stroke of midnight, which was something very special to watch, she goes in for one herself. With his face now free, she cups his chubby cheeks in her hands, pulling his face closer to hers. Then she leans in, though her kiss is not aimed at the mouth. That wasnât the nature of their relationship. Instead, a sweet kiss on the nose is in order.
A new yearâs kiss didnât have to be on the mouth to be special.
âHappy New Year. May all your days this year be full of peace, and love.â
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Warmth |||||||||||||||||||||||| 74% Intellect ||||||||||||||| 50% Emotional Stability |||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 90% Aggressiveness |||||| 18% Liveliness ||||||||| 22% Dutifulness ||||||||| 30% Social Assertiveness |||||| 14% Sensitivity ||||||||||||||| 50% Paranoia ||||||||||||||||||||| 70% Abstractness |||||||||||||||||| 58% Introversion ||||||||||||||||||54% Anxiety ||||||||||||||||||||| 66% Openmindedness ||||||||| 26% Independence ||| 10% Perfectionism ||||||||||||||||||||| 62% Tension ||||||||| 22%
TAGGED BY: @sagexftime TAGGING: ANYONE THAT WANTS TO DO THIS
* GETTING Â TO Â KNOW Â THE Â MUN :
NAME : Tea NICKNAME : Sege FACECLAIM : I donât have one PRONOUNS : Iâm fine with any HEIGHT : I dunno Iâm a bit above 165 cm BIRTHDAY : June 17th AESTHETIC : Burrs but also space and snowy forests LAST Â SONG Â YOU Â LISTENED Â TO : The metal boss fight music from Sonic Mania FAVOURITE Â MUSE (S) Â YOUâVE Â WRITTEN : This one followed closely by Bean
* GETTING Â TO Â KNOW Â THE Â ACCOUNT :
WHAT Â INSPIRED Â YOU Â TO Â TAKE Â ON Â THIS Â MUSE : I love this character. I was tempted to make a blog for him as is, and then decided to make him be the Bark of my own AU since no one had come up for years and I figured I was the only one that could do him justice anyway.
WHAT Â ARE Â YOUR Â FAVOURITE Â ASPECTS Â OF Â YOUR Â CURRENT Â MUSE : How body positive he is. How he breaks stereotypes (fat, strong, AND intelligent all in one package). How calming he is, and how he has kindness despite his hard as heck life.
WHATâS Â YOUR Â BIGGEST Â INSPIRATION Â WHEN Â IT Â COMES Â TO Â WRITING : Scenery, my friendsâ writing, music.
FAVOURITE Â TYPES Â OF Â THREADS : Fluff tbh. Cute, calming fluff. Tho tense threads where the two muses dont like each other v much are good too.
BIGGEST Â STRUGGLE Â IN Â REGARDS Â TO Â YOUR Â CURRENT Â MUSE : Actiony stuff. I love showing off what this guy is capable of, but on the occasion that I get to I get kinda anxious since imo Iâm not v good at actiony stuff. Itâs something Iâve always been the least confident in writing, even tho its fun.
sagexftime:
âI think it would be okay. Food can be stored. The more there is, the more people will be fed for a long period of time. I know the homeless would greatly appreciate all that food. Homelessness is not a big problem in Castle Town, but I do not think you can avoid it anywhere you go.â
Which was sad, but true. She allowed the homeless to stay at the castle, and worked to provide them homes. But it wasnât an instant process. She couldnât bare the thought of someone having to stay out in this kind of weather. It was freezing, after all.
âOf course I remembered. How could I forget an important fact about my good friend?â
So she takes two kiwi out, and hands them over.
âTake two! I packed many of them, and I only plan on eating one. You have a lot of eating to do! I do not want any of this food to go to waste. I worked very hard on it all, so I very much hope you enjoy yourself.
How have things been for you, these days?â
I donâ know. Favorite foods donât seem like something many would consider an important fact. People usually focus on the dislikes, so they can avoid them.
But both were important. Dislikes, so youâd avoid giving or doing them to the person. And likes, so you could give plenty of those, or talk about them, depending on what it was.
Of course, itâd be easy for people to remember he liked food. But what his favorites were? It warmed his heart whenever someone remembered.
Oh, I will enjoy this very much. Iâll be eating all of this. Well. Whatever you donât eat.
He could definitely eat all of that kiwi right now. But heâd stick to two, for now. He could leave the rest for last, maybe, as a fruity dessert.
Iâve been good. The temperatures have gotten colder, so Iâve been more comfortable, and Iâve gone back to my training and exercise. And I get to enjoy warm meals and drinks afterwards, instead of avoiding them.
What about you?
sagexftime:
âYou are too kind to me.â
She could feel the air on her face. It was cold, naturally, so she pulls up her scarf. Not one for wearing hats, she has ear muffs on her ears. It had been too long since sheâd seen Bark. He was a good friend to her. Heâd done so much to help her, during those dark times. He was there for her during the good times. She was happy to have him.
âI do enjoy cooking. We must cook together sometime. I think it would be a lot of fun.â
Her gaze shifts to where he was pointing.
âOh, that looks lovely!â
Smiling, she sets her walk towards it. It was a short walk, and it felt good. The crunching of snow was a pleasant sound. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue, and the pine trees were still as vibrant as ever. The river didnât freeze, thankfully, or they would be in trouble. But the lake froze, which meant ice skating. Ice skating was a fun sport, too.
When they arrive, she pulls out the blanket, and carefully sets it down over the snow. Then she seats herself on it, and places the baskets down.
âI have made many things. From meats, to salads. I packed many fruits, as well. Oh, and berries! I saved many of them from when they were in season. Please, help yourself. I know you love kiwi, and I did pack a few of those. I love them too.â
Itâs only fair. Youâre kind to me.
There was no need not to return that kindness.
We should. Though are you sure it would be safe? If the two of us get carried away cooking, I donât think even everyone in town would be able to finish it all.
A huff is let out, as he walks towards the tree, letting go of her hand once they arrived so she could set the blanket down. He soon makes himself comfortable on it.
He wouldnât be restraining himself with eating. Not when he knew she really had made too much for just herself, judging from those two baskets.
...You remembered I love kiwi?
That made him feel nice. Little things, like people remembering what he liked, always did. They felt like big things to him.