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#the other is: using a fenced in private property

seat-safety-switch · 8 months

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When I was a kid, going to the zoo was a joyous occasion. You'd get to see a giraffe, maybe your dad would stay home from work, and at the end there'd be a root-beer-flavoured candy stick from the gift shop. Nowadays, I'm an adult, and adults most definitely do not go to the zoo on their own. So I did.

As soon as I arrived, and paid the eyewatering sum required for the parking and admission, I immediately had a rush of childhood euphoria upon seeing my favourite animal again. That animal is a John Deere Gator 6x6 all-terrain-vehicle and utility tractor. The groundskeepers were still using this reliable workhorse, and, thinking they were dealing with nothing more than rebellious toddlers, had left it parked in front of the penguin exhibit with a length of chain link fencing and copper wiring in the back.

Oh yes, copper wiring. They should be more careful about that. A real creepazoid thief would steal that stuff, get a couple bucks. I, however, pride myself on respecting the private property of others a little bit more than that. As I plunked the Gator into low range and began climbing the stairs to the wildebeest area, I gave myself a pat on the back for being such a good citizen and having so much restraint and impulse control.

I'd like to say that the resulting chase through the facility involved a bunch of daring high-speed turns, but the scrub radius on one of these six-wheel-drive abominations is just terrible. Every time I even went near the steering wheel, I was rewarded with copious understeer. Despite what the evening news says, it is to my credit as a race driver that I managed to only gently skim the butterfly exhibit, rather than crash through it. Security did catch up to me when I stopped to get a corn dog, but that's only because the lines were so long.

As I lay there on the ground, my arms handcuffed behind me, the cop's knee in my back, I had no regrets. Well, maybe one. You see, I had picked the wrong snack counter, not realizing just how far a giraffe's neck could bend. Being forced to watch that long-necked asshole swallow my corn dog – which I paid for – whole is the real injustice here.

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twice-inamillion · 10 months

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Playing In The Future Home

Fluff and Smut

1.4 K words

(Jihyo and OC making new memories)

"I can't wait to see where we are going to build our future house," Jihyo said as she looked outside the window. The two of you are on your way to visit the plot of land that you showed her before through FaceTime.

"Minji gave me the keys to the gate so we can park the car inside and walk around." Jihyo puts up her hands closer, "Look, my hand is shaking from how excited I am right now."

"Don't be nervous. I know you are going to like it. We are almost there; just a couple more minutes."

You exit the highway and immediately make a left turn. Then drive down the windy road up a small hill and turn right into a private road. Only two hundred feet into a private road filled with trees and bushes, you are met with a large metal gate, "I'm going to open the gate; I'll be right back." Once the gate is open, you drive inside and close the gate around before driving again. The dirty road eventually leads you to a grass-filled field, "we're here."

The two of you get out of the car; Jihyo walks around for a bit as you get your backpack and binder. "What do you think?"

"It's amazing, and it's big. I love the trees and bushes that surround the entrance."

"Yes, Minji said that the previous owner fenced the entire estate so their animals wouldn't get out. Makes it easier for us because it ensures our privacy."

You take out your binder and show Jihyo some sketches that you and Minji worked on for the past two days. "Look, here are some examples of the potential layout," as you point at the 2D view of the whole estate. "This right here is the layout of the entrance layout just came in front, and we are standing here," as you point at the spot you are standing in. "The lot is huge, and it does have a slight hill towards the back and trees throughout the lot. What Minji and I thought was to keep the entrance untouched, just grass and the house in the middle. Because the area has so much space, we have the option of a one-story house that has spread out or a two-story house. We can also have detached buildings like a music room and multiple guest houses away from the main house but still close. We can even have a large pool with a building on its own, but we would need to childproof it. We have a lot of options to make this place perfect. Towards the back of the lot are multiple trees and a small stream that runs across the end of the property."

The both of you walk around, and Jihyo tries to visualize the house with the binder in her hands. "I like it, and I think the members will be happy. When do you think we can buy it and start building?"

"I talked to Minji about it, and she said that the owner has wanted to sell the property for a while since all his family has moved to the city abroad and has no more use for it. Regarding the building, we can talk to a few contractors and get the permits ready after we buy the property. Shouldn't be too long, but it all depends on the layout of the house."

"The faster, the better; I can just see the babies running around and having fun with each other. I want Jisoo to have a memorable childhood and grow up safe without the eyes of the public on her and the rest."

"She will; just imagine her playing with the twins on a swing or going down the slide. It's going to be perfect." You hold her hand and start to walk, "let me show you the best part." The both of you walk up toward the end of the property, where you see a hill surrounded by numerous trees. There is a special tree that is much older than the rest, and as you both get closer, Jihyo is amazed by its size, "Wow, the tree is huge."

"The tree isn't the only thing; turn around." Jihyo turns to see a fantastic view of the landscape. Her future is right before her, and the rest of the world is in the background. "Omg, the view is wonderful. Thank you, oppa," hugging you.

"Everything here is for us, our future. You deserve the whole world, and I will try my best to give you that." Jihyo tears up from happiness, and the both of you share a passionate kiss.

"Thank you."

After settling down, you both sit on the blanket and snacks you brought and enjoy a bottle of wine. Jihyo, a good drinker, enjoys the wine more than you and, little by little, gets tipsy. "Oppa, want to mess around a little bit? We're alone, so we can have a little fun," giving you a sexy wink.

"For you, I'm able to go all the way."

She pushes you down, gets on top of you, and starts to unbutton your shirt. "Don't do anything; I'll take care of everything and just enjoy." With your chest exposed, she kisses every inch of you, "oppa, you have a manly chest; I love it."

You give a soft moan as she kisses your neck, "Jihyo, it hurts."

Jihyo looks down and sees the large bulge in your pants, "Oh wow, hard already?"

"It's just that you're too sexy, I can't help it."

She undoes your pants and fishes out your cock. "Don't worry, little fellow; you'll get your turn soon enough." Once she's done with your neck, she stands up and pulls down her leggings and panties. Jihyo sits on your shaft, causing you to moan, "Ahhh, you're bending my cock."

"Hmmm, I can feel your cock throbbing, but it's not time yet," as she begins to grind on you. The feeling of her lips hugging your cock throws you over the edge, and Jihyo knows it. "How do you like that? You like it when I grind my pussy on your cock?"

"Jihyo, please don't tease; let me put in it."

"Just a bit longer," as she increases the pace. She puts more of her weight on your cock, causing you to moan in pain. "Fuck, I can feel your hot cock throbbing. You're such a bad boy, but good job on holding on. Here is your reward."

Jihyo grabs your cock and lifts herself, aligning it to her entrance. You watch as the head of your cock spreads her lips apart, causing you to gasp, "Fuck, you're so tight." She drops her whole weight, and her cunt swallows you whole, "Ahh… fuck, you're cumming already?"

You grab her waist and hold her tight, "take all of my cum!" She places her hands on your chest and digs her nails as she begins to ride you as you cum inside her. "Let it all out; I'll milk you of all you're worth."

You see her lustful eyes, the eyes of someone who's found her prey. She rides you as you cum, her tits swaying from side to side, "come on baby, do you like how I ride your big cock? Your cock that's filling me up with baby batter. Stay hard for me, okay."

Jihyo, with her head on your chest, can hear your heavy breathing, she knows that she has you in her hands. "You think you can go for another round?"

“Ye…yeah… I… I can."

She sits back up, ties her hair in a ponytail, looks you in the eyes, and begins to ride you once more. You can help you move your gaze, but she says, "Don't, look at me. You're mine."

All you hear now is the noise of flesh grinding against each other, Jihyo's tight walls choking your cock.

She rides you for about five minutes until you cum once, filling her womb with baby batter. "Yeah… just like that. Fill me up with your cum” as she tightens up her cunt. Once she's done milking you for the second, she lifts herself up and lays beside you.

Haven gotten a happy ending you look at her erect nipple and attach yourself you it. "Aww, my poor baby, there, there. Suck on mommy's tits until you're full, okay" as she caresses your head. You fall asleep attached to her breast as Jihyo hugs you tight in her arms.

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slavicafire · 2 months

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Can we hear about the cop & boat incident

we were urban exploring - and entered, after dark, a beautiful dilapidated industrial place that, unfortunately, was at that point private property. someone called the cops on us - and given that for certain reasons we really did not want to get caught, we ran.

as the cops were clearly set to chase us in their car - reluctant as they are to use their muscles too much - we chose a very narrow forest path to make it impossible - one of them, for some reason, decided he needed a jog or to prove something, and he got out of the car and ran after me.

as I ran through the forest, it was not statistically unlikely I would meet some boars on my path - and I did. and I swerved. ate shit face first into an old bit of fence, rattling it and also cutting my shoulder on it. the boar got startled - so did the cop - and while one pig gave up and returned to their vehicle, the other pig decided it apparently got passed the baton, and in brotherly solidarity gave chase after me itself.

the boar did give up pretty quickly, luckily. and the scars, just as luckily, remain.

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space-mermaid-writing · 2 months

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The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Tags: IronStrange, Vampire Stephen Strange, Werewolf Tony Stark, hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, urban fantasy au

Chapter 2: Two

Getting into a vampire nest wasn't the problem. If you knew what you were looking for, the entrance was easy to find – in this case the nest was the abandoned basement of a building that had been waiting for demolition for several years. It was cordoned off with a construction fence, and signs indicated that this was private property – no trespassing.

Still, the upper floors were often used by homeless people or runaway teenagers. The kinds of people who were a perfect snack source for the basement dwellers.

Of course they had some security measures in the form of modern technology, but those posed no challenge to the sorcerer.

As said, getting in wasn't the problem.

But it was like hitting a hornet's nest with a baseball bat; once you opened it, there was no escape. There were only two options: hunt, or be hunted.

The sorcerer of the Mystic Arts consisted of both humans and vampires. But those Vamps couldn't be more different than the vampires they were fighting. They were like two different species.

Stephen used one of his red magic whips to yank a vampire off his feet and hurled her against the wall. He knew it would hurt his opponent, but it wouldn’t be fatal. Only fire or beheading was effective. Or sunlight, if you had enough time.

Tearing a vampire into tiny little pieces so they couldn't regenerate was also an option, but one that took a lot of effort.

Another sorcerer threw a golden spell disc at the vampire Stephen had just thrown against the wall, separating her head from the body.

Although they were no longer human, it hurt Stephen to take their lives. Not because he was of the same species – he felt little affiliation to these beings – but because they, like him, had once been human. But now they were a danger to the world.

And Stephen had sworn to protect the world. He didn’t differentiate between humans and vampires or any other species that was.

The individuals here had lost almost everything that had once made them human. Unfortunately, that happened a lot of times when they got turned, and nobody took care of them or taught them to be something else than angry and hungry beings."

Stephen had been lucky – if you could call it that – that the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj had found him when he had been at that point.

The sorcerers fought as a team, covered for each other, taking advantage of their years of training together.

The unfriendly vampires moved on instinct. Survival was the only drive they knew. The sorcerers fought as a unit and with tactics, and thus were superior to their opponents. They only had to be careful not to get too close to the pointy teeth.

Stephen used another red whip to pull a vampire away from Wong’s neck.

Suddenly there was a loud crash when part of the wall to their right collapsed. Surprised by this unexpected destruction, the human sorcerers coughed in the dust cloud.

Loud footsteps stepped over the rubble and the outline of the Iron Man suit could be made out in the semi-darkness, along with several other members of the Avengers.

Stark raised a hand and used a repulsor blast to knock one of the enemy vampires, who was trying to use the chaos to pounce on one of the sorcerers, off his feet.

Stephen only allowed himself to be distracted for a moment. He still had his hands full with the vampire on the other end of his whip. At least, until that one too was hit by a blast.

Stark appeared next to him, his faceplate open. "Thanks for the tip with the coven. It wasn't difficult to find after a little bit of research."

Stephen could have slapped himself for telling Stark about it. That meant this little incident here was his fault.

"We had everything under control," he replied through clenched teeth.

“Well, can’t sue me for wanting insurance, doc.” There was a press smile plastered on the hunter’s face.

Tony Stark was unarguably the most famous werewolf in the world. Just as his father had been before him. Tony was probably even more famous, because he had the advantage of social media and globalization.

He used to be seen as the specimen of a Were in a suit – a popular term for a tough businessman.

Stark’s world got turned around after he had been captured by vampires in Afghanistan.

How he survived that without even being turned… It was a miracle. Iron Man was born, who later became a member of the Avengers; a bunch of people of different species with various skills, who hunted undead and protected people from them.

Like they did right now, interfering with the work of the Masters of the Mystic Arts. Stephen was just glad that they always took precautionary security measures so that those who were not human beings still appeared as such. He just hoped those measures were enough.

Well, no time like the present to find out.

The last of the hostile vampires had been killed and Steve Rogers approached him. Probably to speak to Stark, who was still standing next to him, eyeing him curiously, as if he was a riddle to solve.

Ironically, Steve Rogers was one of the projects Howard Stark was most known for. An experiment. He had taken his own werewolf DNA, made a serum and injected it into a human.

The result was surprisingly good looking. Rogers became strong like a Were, having the muscles while his physiology remained mostly human.

Not quite all of it. His hair was a bit too shaggy whenever he didn’t tame it with styling products. His teeth were a bit too sharp, and his voice was commanding in a way that made him sound as if he was barking when giving orders.

Still, America loved him.

“We cleared the basement," Rogers informed Stark before he turned to Stephen, clearly taking the opportunity to seize him up.

Stephen made a subtle gesture to Wong that he and the other sorcerers should leave. There was no need to expose them longer to the Avengers than necessary.

He met the Captain’s eyes and saw the exact moment he flared his nostrils and failed to get any scent from Strange. Good.

Rogers covered his irritation professionally. “Are you the wizard that gave Tony the tip about this nest?” he asked. “Doctor Strange?”

Stephen nodded. “I prefer the term ‘sorcerer’. And yes, I did. Even though it hadn’t been meant as an invitation.” He turned his head to Stark for that last part.

The Were looked back amused, almost challenging. But he was actively following the conversation as if he was still trying to analyze the sorcerer. If he was in his wolf form he would probably have his ears up and his tail at attention.

Then Rogers spoke up again and demanded Stephen’s focus. “Well, the job is done. It’s what we do.”

“And since that is the case, there is no further need for me to stay here.” Stephen raised his hand to create a portal but the Captain was faster.

“Wait,” he commanded, his voice shifting into something more serious. “We’ve got some questions for you.”

The sorcerer considered it for a moment. “Make it brief.”

“Do you fight vampires on a regular basis, doctor? Tony mentioned you two met over that last time.”

Stephen wondered if Stark also told his teammates that he had saved his ass. Probably not by the looks of his face right now.

“If they act as a threat, we do.”

“Who is ‘we’?” It was Stark who raised that question. “How many of you wizards are there?”

“I’m afraid that’s classified.” Stephen moved his hand in a circle and created a portal above him. “And to answer your next question: no. We don’t want to join your hunting club.”

“But what about–…”

Stephen didn’t hear the rest of Roger’s sentence. The cloak had already carried him upwards and the portal closed under his feet before anyone could follow him.

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magicalink · 1 year

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Catboys in the house! Part 2!

Contains: Xiao x f!reader fluff, romance, this got too long so I'm gonna leave the smut for the next chapter. Venti x reader too. The relationship btween Venti and Xiao slowly starts. Mentions of abandonment, past trauma and neglect but comfort at the end :3

In this episode:

Xiao joins the family!

Things can go from 0 to 100 in no time, now you know that for sure!

You went from having no boyfriend and no cat to having both in one day.

And that relationship did sure escalate quickly.

In less than two weeks, Venti had taken the role of boyfriend very seriously.

From regularly coming to your house to have lunch and dinner and doing the dishes afterward, to picking you up from work even if you didn't ask him to. –Now all of your co-workers and even your boss knew he was your boyfriend– And now, you literally had him living with you at home.

Well, he didn't invade your house or anything. In fact, the initiative was yours. Since you became an official couple, he started revealing more of his secrets. For example, what he really did for a living…

Well, Venti did tell you he was a musician. He was a busker, to be more specific. But he never told you that he was homeless and that he not only performed on the street but also lived there. So when that detail came out you were absolutely horrified.

I mean, it wasn't as tough for him as for pure humans, since he could transform into a cat whenever he wanted and used that to his advantage. He hid his musical instruments and other possessions in different points of the city and picked them up whenever he wanted to perform.

Thanks to his cat form, he never had to sleep out in the open, since he could jump over garden fences, freely trespass on public and private property, and sometimes people even let out cardboard boxes for him. Some were even as generous as you, who gave him water or even food.

But still! When you discovered this, you insisted he should move in with you, and he offered little to no resistance.

First, he started making trips to pick up all of his belongings. That took a couple of days since he had to walk to numerous points of the city that were very far away from one another to retrieve his things. Then he had to check if he could carry them in his cat form or if he had to do it in his human form. On top of that, he had to make sure no one saw him transforming, since that could get reported to the police and they would hunt him down!

That was a lot of work and it took numerous days. But Venti had a lot of experience hiding from the police and succeeded in his mission. How much experience did he have? A lot. Lots of years, in fact.

Some days he suddenly remembered about a certain item he had hidden in the middle of the suburbs and took note to go pick it up later.

Then, he started making himself comfortable in your house. He began finding room for his items and the perfect spots to take naps when in his cat form. Also, you had another room that you used as a deposit and you told him he could leave his instruments or whatever he wanted there. He was overjoyed when he realized that meant he would be sharing your room with you! "Like a real couple!" he thought.

He didn't have many clothes but he accommodated what he had in your closet and he occupied the other nightstand.

It was weird.

You never expected to share a house with a boyfriend, let alone one with whom you had been dating for such a short time. But you did it because you wanted to take care of him. You thought it was really unfair that anyone was forced to live on the street, and on top of that was hunted down just for being what they were, without doing anything wrong.

Luckily the cohabitation was successful.

You had arguments sometimes, but you were able to solve them. You were starting to look like a real couple! Because I mean, you were, right?

It was hard to believe for you after being single for a long time. Especially on those mornings in which you woke up to find a cat curled up in your bed instead of a boyfriend!

But it didn’t matter how strange your new life was with him, you enjoyed it. You were happy by his side. He was the kind of person who lit up the entire room with his presence, you had liked that from the beginning.

He didn’t make much money but he helped you with the household and food expenses, as long as his name didn’t appear on any paper it was fine.

As he spent time with you at home the rest of his secrets slowly started to unveil. You didn't want to suffocate him with questions, so you dropped one or two every now and then. Sometimes, during dinner, or while you were cuddling on the sofa watching a movie, he told you about his past.

He had been hiding from the police since the decree to hunt down Hybrids had been set five years ago. He started faking his documents and constantly changing his address. He got to keep his phone but he had rooted it and changed numbers every once in a while.

Luckily, he disappeared from the registers before the government discovered he was a catboy. He hid during the times when medical exams were forced upon the population to discover hybrids who didn’t declare they were such. Sadly, to achieve this, he had to sell his apartment and that was when he was forced to live in the street.

His story made you remember. Some years ago you were complaining because you had to take some new annoying blood tests. These things had gone unnoticed by common people like you. You realized a silent war was being fought without you even knowing.

That made you think. How many of your friends or acquaintances could have been hybrids and you never knew? How many people who went abroad for “business” were really escaping the country?

You felt bad and wanted to help Venti and other people like him. But you couldn’t do much, really. Just sheltering him and helping him reincorporate into society hiding his condition. You thought it wasn’t much, but to him, it meant the world.

He had always liked you and knew you were nice but this had surpassed his expectations. He was happy in your house and made it feel more like a home, snuggling with you to sleep every night and jumping on you to wake you up every morning, having breakfast with you, and leaving his fur all over your clothes. You started to feel like a little family!

Turns out that catboys like him had three forms: a fully human one (which if controlled enough could help him pass the blood tests) a fully animal one (same for this) and one that according to him, combined the best of the two. This was the one that was almost fully human except for the ears and the tail and such. You found this form very funny and weird, but Venti told you it was his favorite because it was perfect for playing and composing music.

In this form, he had the size and precision of the human hands and the enhanced ears of the cat's body.

Of course, since the hunt decree he had been unable to use this form, so he had missed it a lot during the past years! That's why covered all the windows of the house with curtaind ould let out his cat ears and tail daily. He loved it and strolled around the house in this form the majority of the time, taking advantage of his human hands and cat ears to concentrate on his music playing. He told you that thanks to you, he felt like he could be himself for the first time in years!

Slowly but steadily you started to get used to this weird look of him and you took a liking to touching his ears while you were cuddling. You had to admit that he was adorable when he got all comfortable and purring. The sound helped you sleep. Also, he was very warm!

He also enjoyed turning into a full cat to climb on top of furniture, take naps in weird places, pester you, and also roam around the city. He was a free spirit, always living the most out of life and going on adventures. Living with you was his biggest one so far! And the most fun!

A couple of months had passed and at this point, you were a stable couple. Venti fulfilled both roles as a boyfriend and a cat perfectly, and as weird as this was, you were happy.

But one day, just when you had thought that you had got used to this new and pacific life, something out of the ordinary happened.

You were coming back from work one afternoon. Venti was waiting for you at home as you walked down the street. By the time you entered your neighborhood and were getting close to home, the sky was covered by thick clouds, making it very dark. In no time, it started pouring.

Fortunately, you had watched the weather forecast and were carrying an umbrella with you. But it started getting scary when the wind blew so harshly that it almost yanked it away from your hands. Thunder started striking and even Venti got worried. But you texted him to tell him you were okay and almost home.

Then was when you saw it.

A little kitty inside a completely wet cardboard box, laying by the side of the street. Your eyes got glued to it as you walked by.

Your heart thumped anxiously in your chest.

Poor abandoned creature. Poor innocent soul. That was what you thought.

So you closed the now useless umbrella because it kept flipping due to the wind and you hurried under the rain towards the kitty.

You took a good look at it. It was in such a bad state! Completely drenched, cold, wounded, bone thin, dirty.

"Poor little thing," you said as you crouched by the box to try and pick it up.

But when the cat opened its big yellow eyes and saw you so close, it arched its whole little back, all its fur standing, and started hissing aggressively at you.

"Don't be scared, come with me" you said, innocently approaching your tender hand to pick it up.

You never expected the violent reaction the cat had!

"You fucking little shit!" You exclaimed when it scratched you furiously while growling. Fortunately, you were able to dodge his bite! You were wearing long sleeves and a coat so your arms were saved, but your hands started bleeding!

You contained your cries. The pain was sharp and it burned on your skin.

You started walking away with tears in your eyes. But when you were about to turn around the corner, you looked back.

The box with the cat was floating down the street with the strong stream of water that had formed due to the pouring rain. It was heading directly to the open sewer.

Your heart jumped in your chest again and you ran in that direction, hoping for the cat to jump out of the box and save himself.

But you saw it was lying immobile inside of it. It looked like it had passed out! You felt terrible, he probably had used its last strength to defend from you!

So you desperately pursued the box down the street, slipping and falling in the process, losing your umbrella. But it didn't matter, you stood up and kept running until you reached it!

You took a leap of faith and miraculously, you managed to catch the soggy remnants of the box just before they were swallowed by the sewer.

You gently picked up the unconscious cat as what was left of the box dissolved into a brown pulp, drowned by the water.

And you stayed there, looking at its little face, as you gathered the strength to get up. You were completely soaked, laying with your stomach on the pavement, blood from your hands streaming down the sewer alongside the water. But you had rescued it.

So you decided to take it home.

Both standing up and walking home were prowesses by themselves but you achieved them, your clothes weighing heavily on your body due to being drenched.

"Y/N!" Venti exclaimed when he opened the door, a worried expression on his face "I was about to get out and start looking for you! I was worried sick! What happened to you?! Why weren't you answering the phone?! I called you a dozen ti…!"

You pulled out your phone from one of your pockets. In fact, it was soaked too.

"Guess it's dead…" you sighed. But it didn't matter. You saved what you were trying to save.

"What's that?" Venti asked, looking surprised at the content of your other hand. You lifted the still unconscious cat for him to see.

"Guess we have a new guest now," you said with a little smile.

"I see it has already marked you up" he sighed upon looking at your injuries "Come in, you'll catch a cold."

He pulled you inside the house and closed the door. Then he helped you get rid of your wet clothes without making a mess of the floor and disinfected the scratches on your hands.

"Ouch!" You protested as the alcohol stung on your skin.

"Shh," he shushed you. "This is what you get for playing hero" he mocked you. "Where did you find it?"

"A couple blocks from here. It was in a soggy cardboard box floating down the street, it would have drowned if I didn't do something!" You exclaimed.

"That's my Y/N" He giggled "Always up to help those in need. You nodded with a big pout on your face. He kissed your nose. "C'mon. Go take a shower or you'll get sick. I'll take care of it."

"Thank you."

You went to take a bath to get rid of the cold. In the meantime, Venti set some pillows on the floor of the living room, near the couch, thinking it would make a good bed for it.

Then he went to pick it up.

He honestly didn't like the cat. I mean, he admired you for being so compassionate but the thing looked more like a gremlin than a cat. Like for real, the thing was black and green and its whiskers were all bristly like it had been electrocuted and it inspired him fear if not laughter. I mean look at this.

He thought that it definitely took a heart as compassionate as yours to pick that strange creature up from the street.

But he pitied it too, so he picked it up and took it to the kitchen counter.

It was still unconscious, but it was cold and shivering.

"What are you doing?" You asked when you got out from the bathroom with a towel still in your wet hair.

"Little thing's freezing, try to bathe it with warm water and get it dry."

You nodded and went to help him. Venti taught you how to wash it without getting any water in his ears. But you were sure you were unharmed because it was unconscious. Otherwise it would have scratched and bitten you.

You dried it off and wrapped it in a blanket and put him on the little bed made of pillows next to the sofa.

Both your faces were upset.

"Do you think it will live?" You asked Venti, grabbing his hand for emotional support.

He patted your hand to comfort you and nodded.

"Cats are strong creatures," he said "It's still breathing, just let it rest some more." But he had a stern face he didn't show so often.

You hid your face into his chest and he hugged you.

Venti insisted on making dinner so that you could sit down and rest. But you were so worried that you needed something to keep your mind busy, so he let you help him.

You didn't eat much. You didn't have much appetite because of being so nervous. Venti did the dishes while you went to check on the kitty.

It was still unconscious, but it had stopped shivering. It was snoring. You curled up in a ball on its bed made of pillows, holding him in the center, in between your arms.

Venti called you several times to put on your pajamas and to come to bed but you kept telling him you would go later.

At last, when he got back to the living room he found you completely asleep, snuggling the little gremlin.

He sighed, you hadn't even put on your sleeping clothes. He walked to the bedroom to bring a blanket which he used to cover both of you. He didn't want you catching a cold.

In the end, he resigned himself to go to bed alone. He missed you that night.

The following day was Saturday, so it was very hard to find a veterinary working. But you finally got the address of one who was on duty. Venti told you it was unnecessary but you were still super worried so you insisted on going.

"It will be very hard to take the little gremlin to the vet…" he sighed. And he was right. As soon as the kitten heard the word vet he raised his back and all his fur stood on edge. He went to hide among the pillows of its bed.

"Who are you calling a gremlin?" You protested, going to fetch said creature.

"What's its name then?" Venti giggled mockingly.

You took a hand to your chin, deep in thought.

"I think I'm gonna call it…Little Fluff Ball!" You exclaimed as you catched it, its little paws wiggling in the air.

Venti burst into laughter.

Little Fluff Ball did sure put up a fight but he didn't bite you or scratch you this time. At last you were able to put it inside a box to take it to the vet.

It was beyond upset when you opened it to take it out and show it to the doctor! She recommended you to buy a special box for transporting pets, to which you agreed. Little Fluff Ball was very angry, almost like it understood the words of the doctor.

She performed a full medical check on your new family member and informed you that it was a male cat. Also, contrary to what you had thought because of his size, she told you that he was an adult cat. She explained that he must have stayed that size because of malnutrition and that broke your heart.

You and Venti had to help keep Little Fluffball still while the vet injected him with a nutritional serum and some vaccines. Then she covered him in some anti-flea powder.

You got back home with the full pack of pet paraphernalia and a promise to visit the vet again for more check-ups and to put a chip on him. You know, animal control had gotten very strict in Inazuma during the past few years… Venti got a shiver up his spine upon hearing this, but he laughed it off nervously as he walked out of the clinic.

So now you had to get accustomed to your new life of three. A pet, you thought, a REAL pet, did make you look more like a family.

Venti teased you, saying that you had replaced him. You pulled his braids, yelling that he should behave like a human. He laughed happily. He loved mocking you. He loved you. But that little gremlin never sat well with him. It was beyond odd. So he kept a close eye on it.

You, on the other hand, absolutely adored him. He was your little spoiled pet. You fed him with the special nutritional food the vet gave you and soon he became a strong and healthy cat. Still tiny, though. But you didn't care, for you he was the most beautiful cat ever. His black and green fur was now soft and shiny, you petted him and brushed him all the time.

Little Fluff Ball made sure to thank you for saving his life and for all your cares. He was a true guardian of the house! No bugs or pests would go unnoticed by him! He got rid of all of them! He brought you at least one offering every single day. When he finally understood that you didn't like to recieve dead mice on your bed he started leaving his hunt trophies by the backyard door and when there weren't any pests to eliminate he would bring you cute things like rocks or leaves. You found this the most adorable thing on earth.

Also he was a total lap kitty with you, always by your side. You were the apple of his eyes. He would follow you around everywhere, would guard the door every time you went inside the bathroom, would protect your items, would wait restlessly for your return every time you went to work, etc.

And of course, now there were three on the bed. He religiously slept on top of your belly every night.

You didn't seem to realize, but he seemed to be beyond surprised to find out that he had competence. He looked almost mortified the first time he saw Venti could turn into a cat. Almost as if he understood what was happening.

But Venti sure did notice. He was always observing him and teasing him, especially in his cat form. Smelling him, hissing him, etc. Everything to check if he was behaving like a normal cat. Like a real cat. In return, Little Fluffball wasn't very snuggly with Venti. But he respected him.

You were totally oblivious of the exchange between your two kitties, until a day in which you told Venti it was time to take Little Fluffball for a check with the vet. That day he decided it was time to tell you. He couldn't do it at home because he didn't want the cat to hear the conversation in case his suspicions turned out to be true. So he decided to take you on a date.

Little Fluffball was very sad when you closed the door and left him alone in the house.

"Don't worry little baby" you told him with the saccharine voice you had specially for him "It'll be just a couple of hours. Byeee~"

He scratched the door until he stopped hearing your footsteps. Then he groaned in displeasure and went back to his bed with his ears pressed down to his head and his tail between his back paws.

"It's been so long since we last went out on a date!" You exclaimed with a toothy smile as you got your arm laced with Venti's.

"Well, we didn't have much spare money recently." He teased you, to which you pouted.

"Stop being jealous of a cat!" You huffed as you elbowed him.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about…" he said. You perked up your head to look him in the eye, raising your brows.

"So you didn't want to take me on a date." You protested, skeptically, thinking we was about to make a jealousy scene over a cat for real.

He dragged you to the little food stand in the Grand Narukami Park. The same one where you had eaten on your first date. You insisted you didn't want anything, but he bought a little drink for each one of you and made you sit on a bench.

"C'me on Venti," you said nervously "What did you wanna talk about?" Your heart was beating anxiously.

Venti took a good look around. The area was pretty empty today. He made sure no one would hear you.

And he said the last words you were expecting to hear.

"I think your little gremlin is secretly a hybrid." He spat it out without anesthesia.

And you almost spat your drink out.

"What?!" You exclaimed in between coughs. Venti patted your back several times until you recovered "Just…what?!"

You looked him dead in the eye, searching for his usual spark of naughtiness signaling that he was joking.

"Venti this isn't funny…" you started.

"I know it's not…"

"If this is a prank…"

"It's not!" He interrupted you. You kept staring at his face. His expression was stern. Dead serious. Even worried. Something it rarely was.

You finally felt the need to avert your gaze from him, so you turned away, pressing a hand to your heart. It was throbbing deafeningly.

"I know it's hard to digest…" he started while placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Why?" You interrupted him. "Why do you think that about Little Fluff ball? He's just an abandoned kitty…" you said with a thread of voice.

"You may not notice them, but there are a lot of weird things about him…" Venti said with that same stern face you hated to see on him "I've been observing him closely…"

You took your hand to your sweaty forehead now. He had to hold your drink and put it aside so that you didn't drop it.

"Since when??" You asked,exasperated.

"Since the beginning…" he murmured.

"And you tell me this now?"

"I wasn't sure. And I thought you wouldn't believe me…" he admitted, ashamed.

There were some uncomfortable seconds of silence until you questioned:

"And are you sure now?"

He nodded.

"You were right" you finally said, now your own expression bitter and stern "I can't believe it."

"I would never lie to you." Venti said, his heart feeling tight in his chest as he put his hands on your shoulders "And I would never lie about this."

You looked up at him.

"I know," you whispered, gently caressing his cheek. "I just think you're wrong. You're making a mistake…"

Venti let out a sigh. He knew it was going to be hard to convince you. So he decided he would double up his precautions. He was even willing to not leave the house just to not leave you alone with the gremlin!

"Just promise me you'll keep it in mind. As a possibility." he pleaded while leaning onto the soft touch of your hand. You nodded.

"I will pay attention in case he does something weird. But I guarantee you, there's nothing to worry about."

That was the conversation you had with your boyfriend that day before returning home. And you were completely sure of your words.

Weeks passed. You didn't take him to the vet, 'just in case', as Venti had said. But everything was normal.

You paid close attention to Little Fluffball and you didn't notice anything not-cat-like about him. You constantly revised all of his body but found nothing but fur.

And he was so nice to you. Always guarding you and rubbing against you. Always purring and giving you kisses on your hands with his raspy tongue.

Every night before going to sleep and every morning after waking up you held him and observed him closely. And you saw nothing weird about him. He looked and felt just like a normal cat. "Venti must gave turned paranoid because of the government" you thought.

Little Fluffball was a total cuddlebug and he didn't like it when you were away from him. He custodied the door when you left for work and he didn't understand why sometimes you closed it and left him out of the bedroom when you were with Venti. It didn't make sense to him, you slept together all the time! Also mysterious noises came out of the room when you were alone with Venti there! He scratched the door and meowed like crazy when he heard you moaning on the other side! At first he was worried but you always came out from the room smiling so he knew Venti wasn't hurting you.

But he was still upset when he had to be separated from you. You knew it from how he was sulking when you went to his bed in the living room to pet him. So you decided to buy him a friend! It took you a long time to find the perfect one, but one day while you were walking back home you saw it!

It was a large plushie of a brown dragon and when you saw it you knew it was the one! It had a tag saying it was called Rex Lapis or something like that. You bought it right away and got back home with the giant thing. Both Venti and Xiao were surprised when you arrived. It took him some time to get used to it but he ended up loving it. It was always sitting on his bed and he slept with it whenever you weren't available. You're still his favorite though, don't worry.

One Saturday, you sent Venti to the supermarket. You were running short on groceries and you were feeling super lazy that day, so you wrote a shopping list and insisted on him going alone.

"You won't die from being away from me for a couple of hours." You mocked him as you pushed him out the front door.

"I'm sure I will!" He pouted while giving you the shiny puppy eyes.

"Then hurry up and come back quickly." You giggled as you gave him a kiss.

"I don't wanna leave you here alone." He whispered with a dead serious voice when he leaned down to recieve the kiss.

"Don't worry," you brushed him off "Little Fluffball will take care of me."

"That's exactly wha…" you weren't supposed to be having that conversation in front of the cat. So you shut him up with another kiss and pushed him towards the street. Then you closed the door, leaving him out.

"Fluffyyy!" You exclaimed, calling the cat's attention. He instantly came running to rub between your legs "Who wants some tuna?"

He started meowing enthusiastically. You walked to the kitchen and opened a can to serve him. You watched enamoured as he devoured ravishly. You laughed at how dirty his face ended up. You had to wipe him with a tissue before carrying him to bed with you for a well deserved nap.

You did notice his body had changed a lot during the time he lived with you. His size stayed the same, but he gad gained weight. You felt how much heavier he was when you carried him in your arms. He was a little compact mass of muscle now. And his fur was even softer and shinier than before. His heartbeat and his purr were steady now. He looked nothing like when you had first brought him home, a little sack of bones. It was obvious that now he was strong and healthy.

You were beyond happy. That's what you thought as you lovingly watched him lay beside you in bed. He was purring and already asleep.

You yawned. You were getting sleepy too. So you shuffled until you found a good position to drift off to the land of dreams. Yeah you deserved a good nap after a long week of work. And you were beyond comfortable now, wrapped up in soft and warm blankets, cuddling your beloved kitty, being lulled by his purr…

It wasn't long until you were both sleeping soundly.

It was a wonderful nap!

You slowly awoke. Still with your eyes closed, you felt extraordinarily comfortable. You touched the fluffy warmth that was embracing you, looking for your cat. But you touched some kind of human shape.

"Venti…?" You murmured as you pulled up the covers. He was back already? How long had you slept?

You touched his soft and warm skin and felt comfort and familiarity. But when you opened your eyes you found a completely unknown man laying in your bed by your side.

You jumped from the covers with a sharp scream, landing your back on the closet as you stumbled away from the bed.

This woke up the stranger, who also jumped in the air, landing on his feet at the opposite side of the bed, his back against the always heavily covered window.

"What the fuck?! Who are you?! How did you get here?! Help me!!" You started shouting desperately at him as you instinctively picked the night lamp to hold it like a weapon to defend yourself.

Outside the house, Venti was humming as he approached the porche to get back home when he heard your screams. He instantly let go of the shopping bags he was carrying, which fell on the pavement.

"Of course this had to happen when I wasn't here!" He cursed in his mind as he ran to the front door. He searched desperately for his keys in his backpack, but when he found them his hands were shaking so bad he couldn't hold them properly. He seriously thought of breaking through the window as he struggled to open the door.

Back in the bedroom, the strange man replied to you with a deformed string of noises, as if he was trying to…meow? He seemed scared of the sound of his own voice, as he started holding his throat with both hands, trying to articulate something in vain. When he did that he lost balance, unable to keep standing on two feet. He fell to his knees, which he was shocked to see, and then he put his hands in front of his face and started looking at them in horror.

He looked horrified at his hands, then at his feet, then at you, and back at his hands again, the sound of his heart ringing deafeningly in his ears. As he aimed a pleading look at you with desperate eyes, he finally collapsed on the floor completely.

Then the door of the bedroom opened violently. It was Venti, who entered in a rush, screaming and panicking too.

“Y/N! What happened?!” he yelled as he stepped into the room swinging his keys as a weapon.

You couldn’t articulate any words. You just gulped and pointed down with a trembling hand, which was still holding the lamp, at the passed-out man on your carpet...

Notes: I'm sorry this took so long to post. I'll try to bring the continuation soon 😅

Taglist: @dainsleif-when-playable @xkurapikaschainsx @chaotichearts-19 (doesn't let me tag you🥺)

#xiao x reader #xiao x you #venti x reader #venti x you #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #venti fluff #xiao x venti #xiao fluff

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Fencing became a primary mode of seizure of public land and resources for the benefit of individual ranching enterprises in the West. [...] Estimates are that 100,000 bovine animals roamed Texas by 1830. Three decades later, on the eve of the Civil War, that number had increased to an estimated 3.5–5 million. [...] In the boom years of the 1870s and 1880s, the cattle barons enjoyed “near hegemony” over western public lands by declaring a simple right of sovereignty. [...] Thus, part and parcel of the American colonial project was this type of land acquisition – the process of turning the public domain into private property [...]. [E]ntrepreneurs in the new cow towns such as Abilene, Kansas, sought out Texas livestock trails [...]. The most-well-known of the western cattle trails ran from Texas northward to the state of Kansas [...]. From 1867 until 1871, the 1,000-mile-long Chisholm Trail was the main livestock trail from Texas, a trail that ran from San Antonio [...] through Oklahoma and ended at Abilene. [...] They collectively drove 600,000–700,000 [cows] north from Texas during 1871 alone, all eventually bound for abattoirs in St. Louis and Chicago. [...] [Cattle barons] [...] rounded them up, claimed them, branded them, and enclosed them. [...]

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Infrastructural and technological developments at towns such as Abilene [...] at the termini of the cattle trails also represent a singularly important carceral phenomenon of the nineteenth-century United States Innovations in transportation, specifically, the “cattle car” (and by 1869, the refrigerated car that hauled dead animal carcasses) [...].

It was primarily British companies that played a major role in developing the transcontinental railroad in the 1870s and 1880s – the foreign “cattle barons” – and who eventually also shipped refrigerated cow carcasses to Britain in ocean steamers. [...] The first twenty-car shipment of cows from Abilene to Chicago was in September of 1867. [...] This north-south cattle complex expanded in the 1870s, as the demand for beef, tallow, and hides greatly expanded amid postwar [conditions].

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Concomitantly, one of the most significant instruments [...] was the revolutionary invention of wire fencing, which facilitated the enclosure of public pasture land for private use. [...] Netz argues for the critical importance [...] [of] the case of barbed wire [in] the violent enclosure and control of bovine animals during colonization of the American West. Joseph Glidden patented barbed wire in 1874 and opened a small manufacturing plant in DeKalb, Illinois, for its production, with large-scale production and sale eventually located to [...] Massachusetts. More than 350 barbed wire patents were issued between 1875 and 1890, although it was the Glidden patent that came to monopolize the market (and indeed, is the fence still in use today). [...]

One rather infamous early adopter in the Texas Panhandle [...] fenced in over 3 million acres of public range with illegal fences while others followed suit [...]. Also in the Texas Panhandle, [a] Scottish-backed [...] ranch pursued its own 3 million acre fencing project, operating on a grant from the state with an estimated 6,000 miles of fence. [...] Such [...] activities led to what has been called the “Fence Cutting Wars” in the early 1880s [...]. Estimates are that up to 7.3 million acres of public land was fraudulently expropriated by cattle companies in this way in the 1870s and 1880s.

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All text above by: Karen M. Morin. "Bovine Lives and the Making of a Nineteenth Century American Carceral Archipelago". A chapter in Carceral Logics: Human Incarceration and Animal Captivity edited by Lori Gruen and Justin Marceau. Online publication date April 2022. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

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thejediandthemandalorian · 9 months

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might i request cowboy codywan by any chance

🐎 they would be the best cowboys honestly

A wonderful request. Here is a scene for cowboy codywan!! I will admit I started writing this one then got super obsessed with my idea and got kinda carried away. But I also had so much fun writing this! Thank you for the ask 💜💜

“You can’t just waltz your way onto any property you please.” Cody folded his arms over his chest and frowned down at Obi-Wan.

He was busy tying up his horse, which he’d only learned to properly ride within the past month or so, to a post of the fence. Cody couldn’t help a small smirk as he watched him fumble his way through a quick-release knot, taking him several tries until he finally gave it a tug and was satisfied.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem when I accidentally ended up on the Fett Ranch. Seems to have worked in favor of the both of us.” Obi-Wan looked up at him with a bright smile and squinting eyes to try and see Cody through the sun.

It was a hot one today, and even Cody had to admit this sounded fun, but it would be wrong. Old Man Jabba didn’t like anyone on his property, especially near his pond. Last time someone snuck on his property to swim Cody had heard they’d been chased off the property with a sawed off shotgun. Then there was the time he’d heard Old Man Jabba had chased someone off with his plow, trying to run them over. And also the time he’d made some trespassers clean up old cattle manure from his rundown barn that wasn’t in use anymore.

“The Hutts aren’t as generous to trespassers as my father and brothers.” Cody could feel the sweat trailing down his back.

Obi-Wan really needed to find a shadier spot to keep Boga; she was going to overheat out here and then she wouldn’t be very useful in his getting back to the ranch.

The sun beating down on them was harsh, even with the protective clothing. Even his hat didn’t seem to be doing much, his scalp drenched with sweat underneath the rim. It was a surprise that Obi-Wan’s skin wasn’t brighter than a tomato with how pale he was. The only real protection he had from the sun was Cody’s old hat.

Going for a dip did sound quite refreshing. Not to mention the opportunity to finally see Obi-Wan without that prim little button up, vest, tie, and fancy coat he always wore was quite an enticing prospect. He also looked pretty good in Cody’s hat and it would be a shame to take it off. The hat was white in color with a black weaved leather band around it, held together by a little clasp that had three orange sun rays on it.

Seeing Obi-Wan in it made him really notice the sun heating his own neck around the collar. He couldn’t even imagine having the opportunity to take it off of him in order to--

That wasn’t a very polite thought and Obi-Wan had been nothing but respectful to him. He was simply going to take that inappropriate thought and tie it to a post and leave it out to shrivel up in the sun.

No more thinking like that.

He looked down at Obi-Wan who had removed his jacket and was in the process of loosening his tie.

“What are you doing?” Cody frowned, his view shifting a bit as his horse, Tooka, adjusted her footing.

“I’m preparing myself to go for a swim. Don’t mind me, you can be a buzzkill and go back to your chores if you’re so worried about it.” Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him.

Cody wanted nothing more than to grab that beard and kiss that snarky little attitude right out of his mouth.

They could skip swimming altogether and just find a nice little place under a tree in the meadow and--

“Are you coming or are you just going to keep gawking at me?” Obi-Wan removed his tie now and began unbuttoning his vest.

“Who taught you to talk to strangers like that, and break into other peoples’ property?” Cody looked away now, feeling he was invading something private now.

A melodic sound came from Obi-Wan and Cody could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Obi-Wan had the sweetest laugh he’d ever heard, more relaxing than the singing of the crickets and frogs whenever evening fell.

“What can I say, Cody? You have this weird effect on me.” The other man sent him a wink.

Cody really wanted to go swimming with him, badly enough that he couldn’t bring himself to care if this was something that would get his hide tanned. The well-learned city-boy before him wanted to get the real experience of living in the country, so he would provide.

“Come on.” He heaved a sigh and tightened his grip on the reins.

“I didn’t mean it, you don’t actually have to leave.” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft and it made Cody look over.

“No, city-boy. I’m not leaving. You can’t just tie your horse up in the sun like that.” Lightly kicking his heels into Tooka’s sides, he pointed with his head. “There’s some trees a short ride that way. Then we can get in the pond.”

Obi-Wan’s whole face lit up with a smile and he quickly clambered back onto his horse, forgetting he still had to untie it. His jacket and tie were shoved haphazardly in the saddle bags and his vest remained half unbuttoned. The man who claimed to have a schooling degree in English and was here on a journaling assignment suddenly seemed a whole lot less put together than he originally appeared.

Cody decided at that moment that he not only wanted to go swimming in that pond with Obi-Wan and maybe get chased off the property by Old Man Jabba, but he also really wanted to get to know him more before he had to leave and probably never return. What he really wanted was to start officially courting him, but knew Jango would probably never approve. So for the time being he was simply going to have to be okay with tying the horses up in the shade and going for a swim.

#star wars #codywan #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #cowboy au #cowboy cody #learning to be a cowboy obi wan #ask game #writing prompt #this really was so fun it was hard for me to stop

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Got A Secret, Part 4

Summary: Doug is about tired of you, and you learn of Dayton’s new director.

Pairings: Dayton White X Reader, Nick Vaughan X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, implied sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.9K

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Dayton looks over your body, half of it on full display, minus the top of your butt crack down. You were adorable with your face squished into his pillow, sleeping soundly. He walks a cup of coffee over to the bedside table, and wanders back into the living room. There was another meeting today, and while he should wake you up, you looked peaceful. You were not used to constantly being on like he was.

He takes a sip from his own mug, waiting for his ever prompt team to burst through the door without knocking while he watches his back yard. It was pretty minus the security fence around the property. Remembering times when he didn’t have to be so secluded from the word. When people weren’t trying to get a glimpse of his everyday life. He didn’t know how to get back to that time.

Doug and Ray walk directly into the living room, eyes moving around, and even Ray steps into the kitchen. Preparing his own cup of coffee while simultaneously looking for you, “We’re missing a very integral part of this operation. Did you already piss her off again?”

“No,” Dayton slurps on his coffee looking at the men, “She’s sleeping. Let her sleep,” Doug gives him an odd look before walking down the hallway towards your room. Opening the door, and then laughs at Dayton.

“What?”

“Well, that didn’t take long, did it? She’s just like every other girl. Ready to jump on your cock. I mean, we’ve all seen the leak. You’re quite impressive. But the fact that you’re able to get them to actually fall for you is the real mystery. They’re with you for a few weeks and realize that your cock is about the only thing you have to offer. You’re not your characters.”

Ray clears his throat as you walk out of Dayton’s bedroom, a bit more disheveled than you usually were. But dressed, and holding your mug close to your mouth. “Doug, you’re very much aware that I don’t like you, right?”

“Dayton doesn’t pay me to be liked. He pays me to make sure the media is in his favor. Just remember the image you see is perfectly curated for general audiences. That young girl, we hid his indiscretions with her by using you. Much more age appropriate and easier for the public to stomach. Don’t act like you’re special here,” it was almost as if Doug didn’t care about his client. Just cared if his client was making money so he could be paid.

“I actually know Dayton behind the scenes. I’ve seen the real him.”

“He shows you what he wants you to see,” you raise a hand to him, ready to slap his pompous cheek, but Doug catches it. “You’re just like the rest. But you’re getting to live here. Getting the private jets, the engagement rumors have already been put out with confirmation from an anonymous source. Don’t get attached to an actor,” a maniacal laughter exits his mouth, and you’re even more disgusted. Trying to pull your arm away from him.

“Now, we need to discuss your next outing,” changing the subject, he drops your hand and marches to the table. Grabbing up a bag, and pulling out his laptop. “We’ve got to sell this relationship.”

“It’s sold,” annoyed, you sit down at the furthest seat from him. Hoping that Dayton would eventually speak up on your behalf, or even his own. But instead he sits there ready for Doug’s plan, like a good obedient client.

“Why are you trying to sell something so bad? It’s like this constant filtering of proof we’re together. There’s been no organic sightings, just your paid photographer who flips through the pictures and sells the best ones. It’s an old trick that needs to stop. You continue down this route it’s just going to look like a forced relationship you’re using to bury something else. Oh, you are, aren't you?”

Ray looks over at you with a big smile. Bouncing his legs up and down, “See, I told you, Doug. The fan base is getting tired of these PR stunts. And it’s just too quick. You want them to believe that Dayton has had a secret relationship for…what’s the damn timeline again? It keeps changing and I can’t keep up. You’ve got your sources going to too many outlets, and even they can’t keep the story straight.”

“Because concrete answers lead to mistakes. If we keep changing this timeline, there’s nothing to argue about the relationship because no one knows for certain. We also haven’t confirmed anything officially. We keep official statements away until this contract is up,” you dramatically roll your eyes because he was completely clueless. It was his job to sell something and he was failing. “What would you suggest then shooting Star?”

“If you want to sell this, social media posts are a direct link from Dayton, myself, and the fans. It can be in a neutral location. But a candid photo of us together, cuddled up, or in the background of someone else’s photo. You’re trying too hard for something that should be simple. And the timeline is confusing. You want to convince people it’s real or made up?”

“Off and on for a year and half,” Dayton says quietly, and everyone turns to look at him. “That picture, the first one. It dates back to the Oscars over a year ago. Fans clocked the suit immediately. That picture has done better than these pap walks. She’s not wrong. And that wasn’t even from an official source. You sent it to various blogs and fan accounts. That’s what sold the relationship. Not the painfully obvious force feeding you’re doing now. I start the movie tomorrow. Ray, you just be ready with your phone. Star, you come to set. It’s that easy. Now, are we done here?”

Doug taps his fingers on the table a moment before closing his computer. Making sure to glare over towards you. He knew you were right. Nobody looked at Dayton’s fandom as much as Doug’s team. The relationship was turning unbelievable quickly, and he was to blame.

“Fine, you two think you can sell this relationship? Prove it. There will be no official statement from either of you. It makes the breakup easier. You can slowly fade away into the background once again, Star. You can live your normal life.”

“Except I can’t. Unless it’s another Hollywood celebrity. No one will want to touch me. I’m only doing this because you set it in motion without my consent. Now, I’m trying to make sure I don’t look like a fool for being in a fake relationship with Dayton White.”

“Call time is four in the morning. Make sure you arrive on time,” you shake your head no, laughing at him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not his makeup artist for this shoot, remember? I’ll arrive around lunch break and bring my boyfriend, possibly fiancé, some lunch instead of him eating from craft service. Remember, Dougie, I’m doing you and your client a favor,” Doug hated that you were not as easy to manipulate as Dayton. He was never particularly fond of you, but trying to control you was even worse. You just wanted things your way. He just hoped you wouldn’t screw up Dayton’s career, and by default his money. He wouldn’t stand for it.

“I thought your new girlfriend was coming today?” Nick looks around the set looking for you. “How did you two meet?”

“She is my makeup artist. She’s actually on her way. You sure you don’t mind her sitting in today? She’s a bit of a perfectionist, and she didn’t do my makeup. Knowing her, she’ll be dragging her kit in here, and ready for touch ups.”

“Sounds about right,” Nick answers nonchalantly, making himself a plate. Dayton didn’t fully pay attention to the comment, and hungrily looks at the table of food, “You going to eat?”

“Uh, no. She’s bringing me lunch,” Dayton suddenly gets a genuine smile, and he leaves Nick’s side immediately as he turns to walk towards you. “I thought I told you not to bring that,” he complains, looking down at your makeup kit.

“I’m glad I did. Dayton, they…your base is the wrong color. Also the wrong formula. You don’t wear oil based formulas. Water based looks best on you, and more natural. I can’t even see any of your natural freckles, people love that about you. And it’s gunked up in your facial hair. And…peach blush? We’ve talked about this a bit of a red cream blush, under the foundation so it makes you look sunkissed. I told you to tell them that. What powder did they use? And concealer? It’s caking up on you, and…” you look behind Dayton as Nick gives you a little wave, and your mouth closes immediately.

“Dayton, why is Nick Vaughan here?”

“Ah, let me introduce you,” pulling your free hand he leads you over to Nick. Nick looks at you bashfully, and licks his lips. “Star, this is Nick, the new director, and Nick this is…”

“We’ve met,” he holds out his hand anyways, and you take it for a quick shake, but drop it too quickly. “Interesting to see you dating Dayton. I thought you didn’t like the Hollywood type?”

“Maybe it wasn’t just Hollywood that I didn’t like? Maybe it was arrogant directors?”

“Oh, dear. Nick, would you excuse us?” Dayton drags you away from Nick, leaving behind your kit. It didn’t matter where you went, because Nick was still looking towards you smiling. “I’m going to make this quick, because I’m starving, but…you and Nick?”

“This is why I have an open invitation on set because Nick is the director? I can stay all day sitting beside him? Son of a bitch. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What is going on?”

“Nick…he’s my ex fiancé. Ugh,” you press your fingers into your eyes and try to collect your thoughts. You thought you were never going to have to see Nick again, and here you were essentially being forced to be here, so that Ray could get some candid photos. “Hug me.”

“What?”

“Hug me, comfort me,” Dayton grimaces as he wraps his arms around you, “Dayton, you have literally been inside of me, and this is the best you can do? You’re a fucking actor. Hug me.”

“What are we doing?” He was so confused. He was slowly learning just to trust you in all of this because your instincts did actually make sense. “Star?”

“Shh, so Nick and I broke up because he got his first big movie, and he got this giant big head. The whole not dating Hollywood types isn’t completely untrue. But it was mostly because he wasn’t the Nick that I fell in love with. You know, it’s complicated, but you could have told me Nick was the new director.”

“I didn’t even know you were engaged. You…was this public knowledge?” You shake your head quickly, and turn to look up at him. Whispering ‘kiss me’ as you stare up at him. His hand slides behind your head, and he pulls you in close for a sweet kiss. Had you been a normal woman, you would have almost believed him. The way he pulls back and rubs his thumb over your lips was a nice gentle touch, but you push that aside, because you were both acting. Dayton couldn’t be capable of real emotions.

Ray steps up to you, letting Dayton know he had very little time to eat before they were back to working, and you hand him his lunch. He preferred to eat in private, and you were left awkwardly standing around with Ray and Nick. “I have a few phone calls to make,” Ray steps away from you.

“So, you actually are dating America’s sweetheart, huh? To be honest, I saw all those headlines, and just assumed it was a tactic to cover up his barely legal taste in women. Then again, Dayton has this weird ability to make people believe things. You know he’s cheated on you?”

“We weren’t exclusive. You and me, we were. I had a ring on my finger, and you had the taste for your leading lady. You want to blame the breakup on just me not liking Hollywood, and I went along with it. But let’s not pretend that you casted people based on who would give the best blowjob. People in the circle talk, Nick. I loved you. And you disappointed me. I have kept your secret of cheating because you asked me to not screw up your career.”

“So it is a fake relationship?” He laughs, shaking his head, “I knew it. I know the look when you’re in love because…because I’ve seen it. And I can’t ever get it back, can I? You’re riding out this whatever it is with Dayton. I guess you really were the problem.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You demand. Following him as he walks away and sits in his director’s chair. “Nicky?”

“It was after I proposed that you started pulling away. You’re scared of commitment. That’s why the woman I know is in a fake relationship, a fake engagement. Alienating everyone else around you. It’s better to pretend than have something real, and work for it. Things get serious, and you have a tendency to run away. Why is that?”

“You forget, you cheated on me.”

“You weren’t the same after I proposed. Each day you grew more distant. I searched for attention in other people, and it was wrong. I can admit that. But throwing yourself into your new client, Dayton, and saying that you couldn’t be around, and maybe we should just wait on the marriage wasn’t an accident either. Face it. You were too scared that we wouldn’t work out, so I made the decision for you. I should have just ended it, and that’s on me. But I knew it would be easier for you to accept if you had someone to blame. I took the fall for that.”

“Don’t act like you did me a favor, Nick. You cheated.”

“Once, it was wrong. You were already on the road, and you had texted me that we needed to talk. You were breaking up with me, weren’t you?” Groaning, you nod your head. Nick always had this weird ability to read you, and that’s what scared you. He was far from perfect, but he was caring. He was understanding, and he just always got you.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“No, you’ve got to smile for the cameras and make them believe that you’re really with Dayton. You can live this fake fairytale narrative that you had in your head, and still have this heart of stone, pushing everyone out of your life because you don’t want to be vulnerable.”

“I have never said that Dayton and I are in a fake relationship.”

“You didn’t have to,” you wanted to hate Nick. Wanted to not care about what he thought about you, but you did. He was the closest thing that you ever came to letting go of your insecurities. You had never allowed someone that close to you before, but then the engagement happened, and you realized how real it was, and how you didn’t want to hurt Nick in the long run when you would eventually leave him.

At one point you believed that Nick had loved you more than you ever loved him, until you found out about the ‘cheating’. Then you convinced yourself that Nick had been lying all along, but now…you weren’t so sure. You wanted things to be easy, but they never really were. Maybe that’s why you were okay deep down with hiding behind this fake relationship. You were getting the perks, without the feelings involved. You didn’t have to be vulnerable because it was all fake anyways.

You look over at Nick, and he was still just as handsome as you remembered. Still had this kind smile that made you melt, and want to giggle right along with him. Nick’s romanticism terrified you. He was too sweet, too caring, too understanding, and it felt stifling. Like he was always smothering you with good intentions and a healthy relationship. He was better off without you, just like you were better off without him. The only problem was when you should have been paying attention to Dayton walking back on the set, you were still looking at Nick.

You didn’t see the slight fallen face of Dayton. You hadn’t made that face when you were looking at him. Even when Nick looks back at you smiling. Giving his body a warmup shake, he pushes it aside. It didn’t matter. He had to work, and you were coming home with him. You would be in his bed again tonight, no doubt, and you would be gripping onto his back and screaming his name. At least he had a live in sexdoll, and that’s exactly what he had to tell himself. Because he had to focus, and he didn’t like Nick looking at you. He wouldn’t be eating alone anymore. He would be staying with you whenever you were on set. You got too comfortable with Nick, and there was more to your breakup than you had told him.

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Zanesville's Exotic Animal Massacre

On October 18th, 2011, 50 exotic animals were released from the Muskingum County Animal Farm, free to roam and wreak havoc on the town and its civilians. When deputies later arrived at the farm, they found the owner of these precious animals, Terry Thompson, dead. 49 animals were killed by police officers, and one was never found.

Terry Thompson was a 62 year-old Vietnam war veteran and exotic animal collector who owned a 73 acre private exotic animal farm. Around 5PM on October 18th, floods of 911 calls came in from frightened citizens about sightings of dangerous animals around the town, and law enforcement urged everyone to stay indoors and not leave their homes until they were positive that all animals were removed from the town. However, no one thought that this would turn into such a deadly massacre.

Deputies killed 18 Bengal tigers, 17 lions, 6 black bears, 3 cougars, 2 grizzly bears, 2 wolves, and 1 baboon. Thankfully, no humans were harmed during this event. However, the gravity of the situation didn’t hit until the next morning when the first responders laid out the bodies of all the deceased animals next to each other as they awaited to be loaded into a bucket loader to be transported to Terry’s farm to be buried. One monkey was never found, and is suspected to have been eaten by one of the other animals. It’s also under assumption that this monkey was carrying the Herpes B Virus, which makes his disappearance concerning.

“It was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life, animals or humans. Period. The smells, the sights, everybody with tears in their eyes. I couldn’t sleep for two weeks. I couldn't stop thinking, ‘this could’ve been stopped’.” - Tim Harrison, a retired police officer and director of the nonprofit Outreach for Animals.

A lot of people wondered, why did the animals have to die? Why were they shot? Why couldn't they have been tranquilized and transported? The answer is sad but simple, as Dan Beetem, director of animal management at The Wilds, the zoo’s conservation park explains:

“Tranquilizers weren’t an option because unlike in movies, they don’t take effect immediately, must be tailored to an animal's size, and aren’t guaranteed to work.”

When authorities showed up to Terry’s farm, they found him with a gunshot wound to the head. There’s two theories to this story. Theory one is that Terry let his animals loose before committing suicide due to being in debt and his recent separation from his wife. Theory two is that his farm was invaded, he was murdered, and the killers thought they’d play a sick joke by breaking the locks on the animals cages and releasing them onto the town. I personally lean more towards the second theory, due to 6 animals still being found alive and caged inside his home. They found 3 leopards, a small grizzly bear, and 2 monkeys. If he wanted to release the animals, why would he leave these 6 other animals alone and unable to escape before committing suicide? The animals found in his home were tranquilized and taken to the Columbus Zoo.

Terry was also reported several times for unsafe living situations for his animals. People also claimed that he didn’t provide sufficient food and water to his animals, and they would often escape his yard due to being poorly fenced, and caused damage to his neighbors property. He was also cited in the past for animal abuse and neglect. Basically, this whole situation could’ve been prevented with proper action being taken, and with better laws towards owning exotic animals.

In 2011 it wasn’t illegal to own exotic animals in Ohio, but due to this tragedy, laws in Ohio regarding ownership of exotic animals changed in January of 2014. The state now prohibits dozens of species from private ownerships, which are also listed in the link provided: https://codes.ohio.gov/ohio-revised-code/section-935.01

These laws have been successful and many people use Ohio’s exotic animal laws as a role model for the rest of the country.

#true story #true crime community #true crime blog #truecrime #true crime #crime #blog #blogpost #blog post #blogger #blogging #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #animals #animal cruelty #murder #death

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bellarkeselection · 2 years

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Her Spirit Lives On pt1

Part 2

Request from @yes-bitchxxxmarvel-stuff Rip falls in love with the reader who moved to Montana a few months ago. She learned she was pregnant which turns her paradise into a nightmare when she runs off. Okay thank you for sending one of the longest requests I have ever gotten. I decided to turn it into the multiple part series

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I got dressed in cowgirl boots and a flannel walking out to my neighbors fence line once I drove there from my house. I had decided to move from the fast city life to be out here in the valley of Montana. Leaning up against the fence with my arms crossed over each other I just watched the sunrise in awe. "Excuse me ma'am. But this is private property. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave unless you're here to meet the boss." Glancing over my shoulder my hair blows in the wind seeing a man ride up on a brown horse. The man has dark brown hair and a good beard. Wearing a dark brown cowboy hat on his head. "I'm sorry sir. I just like watching the sunset out here. I don't touch anything I swear. It's just for the beautiful views." I paused walking forward sticking my hand to him once he dismounted the horse. "I'm Y/n. By the way. If you don't mind me asking who's the owner of this ranch?" He shakes my hand tipping his hat up a little. "I'm Rip Wheeler. John Dutton owns it." The two of us didn't realize at the time but our lives would forever change.

A few months later

Rolling over onto my side I immediately get up rushing to the bathroom throwing up in the toilet. Lifting my head up I slide down the wall rummaging around in the cabinet I found a pregnancy test I had bought a few weeks ago. Rip and I have been staying in the same cabin together after John allowed me to live on the ranch. Somehow we managed to fall in love even when he's a hard headed guy wanting to fight sometimes. I still fell in love with the soft side of him. Foosteps came inside where I heard Beth knocking on the bedroom door. "Y/n, are you okay?" She entered the room finding me on the floor dropping to her knees. Her and I had become close even though she had a crush on her father's most loyal ranch hand. Lifting my head up from my knees I just stared at the positive pregnancy test in my lap. My heart beats faster at all the ways this is bad. That he wouldn't want the baby and would throw me out instantly. He told me that he didn't like dogs, kids is probably on his list too.

"Beth, I'm so in trouble now. Rip's gonna hate me for making him be a father. I mean he - he hates dogs so I doubt he'll want - kids!" I started sobbing where she pulled me into a tight hug. Clutching her shirt I just cried for hours until she got a call from her office about something going wrong. She walked me out to the horse barn helping me on with a weak smile. "Go find him tell him what's going on." Nodding my head I just round off out into the fields finding him and the bunkhouse boys moving the cattle. Riding down the hill I call out his name but he spun around on his feet clearly furious with the boys work ethic at the moment. "What the hell do you want Y/n. I'm busy at the moment and don't have time for a morning ride!" Dismounting my horse I take the reins gently pulling it forward with me. Rip's never scared me but I am not usually around in the heated moments like this one. I get the end of the work day frustrating him. "Rip, I need to tell you - something please-" He cuts me off removing his hat in frustration throwing his hands at his side.

"Hang on Y/n." He held up his hand throwing his arms out seeing the boys still having trouble. "Come on boys. This isn't your first day. Stop acting like idiots. Ugh they are acting like kids. I'm glad I'll never have to deal with that!" He mumbled the last part under his breath where I croaked out. "So I'm on my own with this child then!" Rip whipped his head around to me anger in his brown eyes. "I can't stand kids!" I rest my hands on my stomach climbing on my horse not letting him say another word to me. Kicking the belly of my horse I don't really know where I was going but it was as far as I could from Rip. My horse sniffed around going to a stop until he suddenly made a noise throwing me off his back. I collapse to the ground feeling my elbow pop harshly and my gaze locked onto a snake that ran away from me. I try getting up but I get yanked down seeing a large stick laying on my left leg trapping me down in the middle of the fields. Pulling my phone out the screen is busted where I can't call anyone.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#rip wheeler x reader #rip wheeler #rip wheeler x pregnant reader #yellowstone #yellowstone tv #john dutton #kayce dutton #cole hauser #kevin costner #luke grimes #yellowstone series #requests open #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

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chaoticdesertdweller · 5 months

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Castelnuovo Bormida, Alessandria, Piedmont, Italy c.1700

750 square meters/6 bedrooms/4 baths $182,885 approx USD

"Castelnuovo Bormida - Located within the charming setting that houses the medieval castle symbol of Castelnuovo (an imposing and ancient architectural structure at the foot of the Bormida river), this historic Renaissance residence that is spread horizontally with an L-shaped plan and vertical on four levels. The same retains the original architectural elements intact, a value that distinguishes it and makes it a unique opportunity in the high quality real estate market.

The prestigious house has a total area of 750 square meters spread over 4 floors:

Ground Floor -__________sqm 270

Here were the spaces dedicated to the activities for the management of the house.

This level can be accessed above all by two entrances: one under the main staircase and another very easy to loading and unloading is located in Via del Castello.

In the room used as a kitchen there is still the oven and the old stoves

A comfortable and large secondary staircase leads to the other floors.

Some openings lead into the fenced garden by a high brick wall.

This floor is therefore composed as follows: Entrance, basement, kitchen, living room, two woodshed rooms, two garages, cellar room as well as exclusive garden.

First floor ___________sqm 280

The main floor of representation.

Access to this floor is via a climbing up the beautiful staircase where you can not help but admire the ceiling embellished by the authentic coffered painting and preserved to perfection, you enter the living room where the nobles welcomed the guests. A disengaged sitting room the floor, from here there is access to the loggia, the bedrooms and the utility staircase. Now this floor is used as a main house.

The current composition is as follows: entrance hall, large living room, kitchen, 2 open spaces, three bedrooms, two bathrooms and veranda.

Second floor _______sqm 150

Plan that was made available for service or for a private residence, identical to the one under the summer in the layout of the spaces, more Spartan and as a whole more authentic.

7 rooms, two bathrooms and veranda.

Third Floor - Attic

From the loggia climbing a 1700s authentic wood staircase. You can explore the attic of 200 square meters. With truss, beams and original strips and 10 external views."- from the listing

https://www.gate-away.com/properties/piedmont/alessandria/castelnuovo-bormida/id/566315

📸 Source/Photos: Bracco Immobiliare

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danny-and-hisshadow · 5 months

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the ghost investigation ward suddenly closes amity park to the outside world and locks all it's residents inside after rounding those who worked outside of amity parks borders. Somehow they had tall walls and powerful glowing electrical fences placed directly on the edges of amity that had been sucked into the ghost zone in a very short amount of time.

Then,with very little warning , the power to the town was shut off. Danny was in class when this happened, before he could try to transform the giw used loud speakers to order the people of amity park to line up at the nearest giw tents set up so that everyone could be given a person tracker, refusals to comply would just mean no food or water until their demands were met.

As people began trying to use their phone many found that there were no signals, without power no computers worked, no water worked, refrigerators at home or in stores didn't work ,no air conditioning worked, and even amity park's hospital was not exempt.

Danny didn't try transforming , helicopters with giw agents were flying over the streets, individual giw agents with expensive looking jet packs were on roofs looking down at the people in the streets, Danny had even seen one agent appear out of nowhere so apparently they had some way of using invisibility, from the window of the class room he saw a agent in a power armor suit that seemed to mimic the one he had worn to fight pirah dark. The more he watched to more scared he got.

Later Danny was in a crowd with jazz in as they and many other people waited to get their trackers implanted. It had taken a week before people gave in,many already tired, thirty,and hungry. The crowd was beginning to be directed by agents to individual lines leading to tents, which were guarded by agents in super suits, men in one line, women in another,and children in the last.

in the children's line ,Danny watched as teens, preteens and younger were scanned by a scanner,photo graphed, and then given a bottle of water and some cheap dehydrated food before it was the next kid's turn. As much as he wanted to run and disappear he knew if he did the giws would withhold food and water again, so grimly he just stayed in line, occasionally walking forward as his turn seemed to rapidly approach. He tried not to think about what might happen to him when his turn came, he just felt numb with fear.

His parents had been the last holding out, resisting the giw,they likely could have gone longer but people are stupid and an angry mob almost formed ,many scared and angry people were just about ready to attack his parents,some people were blaming them for what was happening to amity park.

Privately Danny felt those people were right,that it was his parents fault,and he also felt like it was his fault for going in on a dare like a dumb.

If they had never been obsessed with ghosts this never would have happened, Danny thought as he stepped in front of a hanging height chart. A agent in a generic white suit stepped from behind a flimsy looking folding table with a scanner. Danny hoped the plasmis maximus device vlad had gifted to Danny a few days ago worked or Danny might be taken. He had used it on himself earlier and was currently unable to use his power,not that he wanted to use them at the moment,he was terrified the scanner would reveal him as a ghost and they would take him away. He shivered in fear, holding his breath as the scanner was waved over his body from head to toes and back a few times. It made brief concerning shrill little beeps around his head, torso and hands, but the agent just wrote something on a cheep clip board, snapped a picture of Danny, used a earring piercing device on his ear, which has him thinking of cows and the tags on their ears, making him think perhaps the giws thought of amity park residents as cattle, as property. The agent shoved a bottle of water in his hand and a small package of dehydrated food at him and called for the next person as Danny numbly walked towards his friends,who also had ear tags.

Many young children were crying and clutching their new unwanted accessories, Danny observed, their parents looking pale and nervous, unable to do more than hug their children.

It was hours later when the last man, woman and child was tagged that the giws announced that the power would be returned in the morning,that a mandatory cerfew was being inacted and people out and about would be monitored. That the giw wasn't the bad guy,they were doing this to protect the world.

Danny just hoped their was a escape from this nightmare,he may not be caught at the moment but the dread of being caught eventually was eating at him.

#living large never happened #danny phantom au #fic prompt #danny phantom ideas #the guys in white get competent at a bad time #they decided amity park and its residents are better off quarantined from the rest of the usa

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doberbutts · 10 months

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girlhorse

what would the difference be between personal protection dogs and other kinds of protection dogs? is that at all related to livestock guardians? I have very little knowledge in this area but I'm curious if you are willing to answer!

Personal protection dogs are dogs that are trained to sort of act as a bodyguard to a human. They are to act on command to bite whoever their owner sends them to bite, and also to react quickly if an attack from another human comes before their owner is able to process it (such as someone sweeping up on you from behind).

Other forms of “protection” are things such as:

livestock guardians, which stay with a herd of livestock and defend them mostly against predators (though the occasional dog may also scuffle with thieves);

estate guardians and junkyard dogs, which are confined to a specific property or section of property as deterrent for thieves;

police (apprehension) and military (combat) dogs, which are used in the capture/take-down of suspects and to protect their handlers from enemy combatants;

security dogs, which are usually civilians or private contractors operating as property security and as mercenaries who use dogs similarly to the above police and military;

often called “watchdogs” or “alarm dogs”, which bark but do not bite when an intruder enters or when the owner/property is approached by a stranger;

sport dogs, which are trained in a highly ritualized combat scenario as a contact sport for fun and sometimes for money. Often, but not always, these dogs struggle to cross over into real protection like the police, military, or security dogs or like personal protection dogs.

There is some overlap between these terms and they are not mutually exclusive. Swissies, for instance, were used as livestock and estate guardians to serve mostly a watchdog purpose- barking, even chasing, but not biting. Dobermans were created to be personal protection dogs but due to the timing of their creation were quickly adopted by the German government for use in their wars and policing. German Shepherds were created to be all of the above and more, and now are largely sport dogs as the Belgian Malinois is really much more popular in police and military work nowadays, though there are still some lines being utilized in those arenas.

I am... mostly ambivalent towards most of these uses, though not all. Even personal protection as a breed goal I can understand due to the era they were created. However, again, as said most people who want a PPD would be better served buying an inanimate weapon and learning how to defend themselves with it, because they’re probably going to have to do that anyway when their PPD gets shot in the head before it manages to take three steps towards an assailant. Each of these have their flaws and I won’t act like any of them are perfect. But I do think there is leagues of difference between “keeps people from jumping my fence to steal my property” and “almost exclusively used to terrorize marginalized populations” and “not the smartest of choices in today’s world and a huge liability besides”.

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