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Cosmic Funnies
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Claire Keane
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@dornenkrone
This one goes to people with fennec fursonas
Make the ears bigger. Ya’ll are just making tan foxes. STOP it. Give that beast a real set of radar dishes, it has to add a whole wingspan to the creature how ELSE are they supposed to diffuse heat and look silly
EARDOG MCBIGEAR REPORTING FOR DUTY
A quick and easy plotting guide
Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!
My muse(s):
Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse
Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other
Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship
Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other
I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other
Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!
Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
reblog to put a weighted blanket on the person u reblog this from
Jeroen Van Dam - 2020 I 2021_
France.Germany.Netherlands_
Memories are valuable.
Hello fellow rats and other miscellaneous creatures and critters of the sewer
Stalker (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1979)
my fursona’s paws: soft
my fursona’s cheeks: soft
my fursona’s tum: soft
my fursona’s feets: soft
my fursona’s thighs: thick as Fuck
i want to cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle and cuddle
((Awwwww yisssss))
75 year old Russian grandpa dancing an old traditional navy/sailors dance.
The Slavs are too good for this world.
Violent/Painful Starter Pack
🤜 - Punch my Muse in the…
Stomach.
Jaw.
Nose.
Mouth.
Cheek.
Shoulder.
Back.
Ribs.
Chest.
You choose.
👟 - Kick my Muse in the…
Stomach.
Back.
Ribs.
Chest.
Shin.
Bottom.
Hip.
Waist.
Cheek.
You choose.
🔧 - Beat my Muse with a…
Wrench.
Baseball bat.
Wooden plank.
Belt.
Nunchucks.
Broken bottle.
Brass knuckles.
Hammer.
Chain.
You choose.
🔪 - Cut my Muse in the…
Stomach.
Back.
Ribs.
Chest.
Leg.
Hip.
Waist.
Face.
Neck.
You choose.
🗣 - Tell them…
“You’re worthless!”
“I never loved you.”
“I hate you.”
“I never want to see you again!”
“You’re disgusting.”
“I wish you were never born!”
“You ruin everything, just like always!”
“You’re nothing but a burden.”
“I wish you were dead!”
You choose.
A lovely commission I got from @glad-youre-evil !!!! Please please please commission them if you're able, they really need the help right now!
my fursona’s paws: soft
my fursona’s cheeks: soft
my fursona’s tum: soft
my fursona’s feets: soft
my fursona’s thighs: thick as Fuck
(( @alwayswords-nevernoise ))
Two days, it must have been. Eirin had been gone two days. Nikolas had been on the outskirts of Polis two days. In Polis, technically, but not free, kept in containment near the gates, guarded and questioned and debated over what should be done with. Two days, or so it felt. With no sun in the tunnels, no way to mark the hours anymore, it all blurred together.
Two days.
Until finally, mercifully, a familiar cream colored face popped into view in front of Nikolas’s “cell”, beaming as he saw the rabbit. A tall spartan followed close behind, looked at the fox, and shouted orders for the boy’s release.
Nikolas was alone in many ways. Alone in his cell. Alone in the world. Without friend or even foe to keep him company.
He stared at the wall, time slipping by like rushing water. Had it been hours? Days? Years? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. He just stared at that little crack in the wall, wondering if he could see Eirin’s face in it. It almost looked like him, but not a lot.
All the same, the thought of his lost friend just made his mind… not go in circles, because that meant movement. Not frozen, that would imply that it wanted to go somewhere.
It just… stopped.
He didn’t react to the questioning very much, other then nodding and shaking of the head.
He was completely alone.
Then he saw Eirin. It might have been a halucination from not eating and lack of sleep. That couldn’t be him. He was gone.
All the same he perked up for the first time in those eternal hours. He croaked out a name, his voice even rougher than usual.
“My, my, my, my, ohh, perhaps there is a God…!”
As the door was opened, Eirin rushed in to wrap himself around Nikolas, huge tail and all, squeezing him tightly in relief.
“You made it! You made it, I am so glad…”
Nikolas’ bones creaked as Eirin hugged him, making him move his body from the position he’d been in for at least a day.
“Eirin?” Nikolas eventually said, hugging him back slowly.
“Yes, Nikolas, it’s me. I’m fine, I made it, too.” He took Nikolas’s cheeks between his hands, locking their eyes.
“I’m here. I’m here. Spartans saved me, and I would’ve come sooner, but they had me in quarantine and the infirmary for days…”
Nikolas put his hands on top of Eirin’s and held them to his face, feeling them and making sure they were real.
“But… I heard! And the watchers! And guns!”
"Spartan guns, protecting me. I got lucky. One of them got my leg a bit, but I'm fine~
We made it, Nikolas. We made it...!"
