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ammi-delta-document

Happy Pride everynyan!

#eeeeeeeeeeeeeee #deltarune #ralsei #trans ralsei trans ralsei #vivian ttyd

hometoursandotherstuff

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cwydx34kzlvo

runcibility

"Vanderhorst had been under the influence of MDMA and three litres of vodka she had consumed on the night of the offence last September, her lawyer Michael Hill told the court."

three. liters.

anais-ninja-bitch

i support women's wrongs

homoqueerjewhobbit

punkitt-is-here

I love it when someone's therian for a fictional animal

punkitt-is-here

a guy just made that up and you get to be them? truly the world is full of wonderful experiences. sometimes those experiences are being a dragon, which owns

dailytricksterfox

Trans Vulpix?

Cotton candy fox

#pokemon #vulpix #trans #transgender

silly2tilly

thump

how-to-devour-life

@bunnygirlpaws

bunnygirlpaws

even the ears go into grumpy mode

#bunny

parasitoidism

Okay.

sporecore-rat

noticing very little on the topic of post-tf vet visits and vaccinations. this must be rectified.

sporecore-rat

Pain, then pressure.

It was the fourth vaccination this visit; you couldn't make out what this one was for, but your guardian angel of a roommate assured you that it'd keep you safe and healthy when you go to play outside.

...play...outside...

Gosh!!! You shake your head once the needle is removed, with no reaction from the vet tech holding you. Just doing her job catching an animal up on its shots, you think, doing your best to stuff down that strange, electric feeling as she wordlessly tends to the injection site.

A lot has changed since that morning when your roomate found you trembling and whimpering in your bed. It turns out those pet collars you were always curious about aren't all that uncomfortable, and the jingling of your newfound tags reassures you, even if you didn't plan on getting lost anytime soon.

Gosh, the sweet nothings it whispered as it cradled you... It had promised you a way to figure all of this out, set up some way to communicate, even offered to take your collar off at home to help you feel more human, but honestly...

"Right then." The gloomy tech disrupts your reminiscence. Not paid enough, you suspect. "That's all her core vaccines, plus lyme and influenza. Again, I'm sorry that the vet isn't in today to run a full checkup, but we can get you scheduled for that at the front desk."

"Thank you soooo much!!! Makes me feel way better knowing my sweet little thing is in good health!" Your roommate's voice makes your skin prickle with warmth and you stifle an involuntary vocalization. A futile attempt, it turns out, as a content trill escapes your snout when she snaps the leash to your collar and turns towards the door.

...

In the carrier ride back home, thoughts clash and swirl. The unrestrained kindness of your roomate mixing with the affirmation of the cold, sterile environment... Maybe being human can wait, now what was all that about outside play?

#tf #post tf #transformation #transfur

sporecore-rat

noticing very little on the topic of post-tf vet visits and vaccinations. this must be rectified.

sporecore-rat

Pain, then pressure.

It was the fourth vaccination this visit; you couldn't make out what this one was for, but your guardian angel of a roommate assured you that it'd keep you safe and healthy when you go to play outside.

...play...outside...

Gosh!!! You shake your head once the needle is removed, with no reaction from the vet tech holding you. Just doing her job catching an animal up on its shots, you think, doing your best to stuff down that strange, electric feeling as she wordlessly tends to the injection site.

A lot has changed since that morning when your roomate found you trembling and whimpering in your bed. It turns out those pet collars you were always curious about aren't all that uncomfortable, and the jingling of your newfound tags reassures you, even if you didn't plan on getting lost anytime soon.

Gosh, the sweet nothings it whispered as it cradled you... It had promised you a way to figure all of this out, set up some way to communicate, even offered to take your collar off at home to help you feel more human, but honestly...

"Right then." The gloomy tech disrupts your reminiscence. Not paid enough, you suspect. "That's all her core vaccines, plus lyme and influenza. Again, I'm sorry that the vet isn't in today to run a full checkup, but we can get you scheduled for that at the front desk."

"Thank you soooo much!!! Makes me feel way better knowing my sweet little thing is in good health!" Your roommate's voice makes your skin prickle with warmth and you stifle an involuntary vocalization. A futile attempt, it turns out, as a content trill escapes your snout when she snaps the leash to your collar and turns towards the door.

...

In the carrier ride back home, thoughts clash and swirl. The unrestrained kindness of your roomate mixing with the affirmation of the cold, sterile environment... Maybe being human can wait, now what was all that about outside play?