Holy Cannoli that is one adorable dog, I’d follow that good boi into any sea battle.

The rules say that they can’t be together, but rules are meant to be broken

r/supermodelcats what a beautiful little lady Freya is

If that deal involves me getting to pet and boop, then I accept.

Lily Fire Wolf

Ask and yee shall receive! Part 2 is up.

I knew I shouldn’t have been there. It was stupid to meet up with someone I met online, but I said I would be there, and I was. As I stood there outside the Henry Ford Museum, freezing in my coat and wishing I wore my parka, I wondered if I had been duped. Would Ash even show up? I flinched at every sound or shift in the shadows, nervous that it was all some ploy, that I would be killed or kidnapped, maybe even trafficked if I was particularly unlucky.

Suddenly, a figure walked awkwardly out into the light of the street lamp. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest, he was wearing a hoodie with a distinctive rose pattern. That was our code that’s we agreed on; that he would be wearing his rose hoodie, and that I would be wearing my blue coat with lightning bolts on it. He looked around for a moment before he spotted me and hesitantly came over. “Ash?” I asked, his response would determine what would happen next. “Ray” We both smiled, though I could barely see his face under his hood. Without another word, I led him back to my apartment.

When we got back to the apartment, Ash nervously asked, “So, you’re still in school right? Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but won’t your parents be mad that you brought a random person back to their apartment?” I shrugged, responding with, “See, my folks decided a while ago that, since they were always gone, I didn’t need a whole house to myself. They sold our family home, and got us this little two bedroom apartment. They won’t be home for a couple months, so you can take their bedroom.” To that, he cracked another grin, “I can’t believe you actually agreed to this… thank you so much, I mean it. What could I ever do to repay you…?” I didn’t quite know what to say to that, I wasn’t really ready to have an emotional conversation, so I decided to sidestep it entirely, “You can start by helping me pick out a movie for us to watch, I’ll get the popcorn going.”

I kept my eye on him as I made my way over ti the kitchen. He slipped off his boots, revealing frankly monstrous… claws? I didn’t even know what I would call them, somewhere between paws and claws. He pulled off his hoodie, and then I could see why he didn’t want to send me a picture of himself. His skin was a pale, ashen, almost translucent white. His ears where huge and pointed, with tufts of fur on the end almost like a lynx. But the most shocking facet of his appearance, was his tale. Long and thin, it as well ended in a tuft of fur. He was… adorable. Strange looking, and definitely not human, but absolutely adorable.

Once the popcorn was out of the microwave, we sat down on the couch and began the process of selecting a movie to watch. We eventually did pick something to watch, and we settled in. I only had one fluffy blanket, so what ended up happening is that we got closer and closer to each other. I couldn’t believe it, a cute guy was actually close to me! I never had any luck with the guys at school, they all thought I was a weirdo, but maybe this could work out. Or maybe not, either way, I resolved to be there for my friend. For the rest of the night, I couldn’t focus on the movie because all I could think about was Ash.

-sorry i can’t

-?

-i can’t send a pic

-why? r u ugly?

-yea

-that’s ok so am i

-it’s not like that, you’d hate me if you saw me

-no i wouldn’t, I could never hate you ash

-you say that now, but i know ur wrong

-how do you know?

-all human hate me

-humans?

…

-ash r u there?

-r u ok?

-please answer me

-ash?

[Ashfallen97 has left the chat]

I closed the chat and stepped away from the computer. After a long, deep sigh, all I could do was shake my head. I tried to go to sleep, but I couldn’t get Ash out of my head. He was always a nice dude online, a little weird but never creepy or anything. The only thing I would consider a red flag, was that his sense of humor was super self-deprecating. He always cracked jokes at his own expense, always saying that he deserved to die, or that he should have never been born. I never really thought about it that much. I mean, lots of people make dark jokes online. Hell, even I do from time to time. I felt a sense of doom settle over me as one single thought filled my mind. Had Ash taken his own life? I had no way of knowing for sure, and for weeks, the notion kept me from sleep for a few days.

I hated to admit it, but Ash was the closest thing I had to a friend at the time. I was going through a rough patch at school, the typical loner kid I guess. I fit all the stereotypes. I was that one messy haired, wrinkle clothed, straight C student who never spoke more than a few words strung together. Group projects were the bane of my existence, and just getting myself out of bed in the morning was a struggle. My saving grace was the fact that my folks were always out of town; either for their respective jobs, or together on vacations and cruises as a couple. In other words, there was no one around to tell me what to do.

‘What did I do with all that freedom?’ I hear you ask? Mostly, I played COD and messed around in different discord servers, which is where I met Ash. I felt like he understood me better than anyone; better than my teachers, better than my classmates, better even than my own parents. He and I clicked on so many levels, it was like magic. And then he was gone, just gone. His account remained inactive for six months.

It wasn’t until late March that I suddenly received a DM from Ash. I was ecstatic that my friend had finally come back.

-heya ray

-hey ash where u been?

-nowhere really

-so why did u disappear?

-accidentally said human, panicked I guess

-so what did u mean by human?

-i’m not human

-u serious?

-yea

-so why did u come back?

-i need a favor, u were the only one i could think to ask

-what’s the favor?

-i need a place to stay

-u serious?

-yea it’s fine if u say no, just thought i’d ask

-why do you need a place?

-got outed, being hunted

-u serious?

-yea

-aight what’s ur area?

-michigan

-what city?

-doesn’t matter i’ll go wherever

-aight i got a place in detroit I’ll meet you at the henry ford museum in a week

-u mean it?

-yea

MOAR

Oh yeah mine was just a quick little thing

Yeah I figured that would be the predominant take, yours was really great tho better than mine by far

“HUFFLEPUFF”

Hufflepuff? Tom didn’t know what that house was all about, but those kids wearing yellow were smiling and waving him over, so he shuffled over to their table and reluctantly sat next to a girl from his year. Anne Laurent was her name, if he remembered correctly.

As Tom began to space out watching the sorting, the girl sitting next to him suddenly turned and began speak. “Hi, my name’s Annie!” Her voice was bright and lively, a welcome break from the strict and angry tones of the matrons from back home.

Tom didn’t quite know how to respond, the kids back home didn’t really talk to him, except to mock or bully him. The closest thing to a friend that he ever had, was Matron Millie, who was slightly less strict than the others. So when a random nice girl tried to talk to him, the only thing he could say was, “It’s nice to meet you Annie, my name is Tom.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Tom. So Tom, class are you the most excited for? I can’t wait for herbology, I love plants!” The truth was, Tom hadn’t thought much about his classes. He’d agreed to come to this school only because it meant he didn’t have spend the winter in his cold little room back at his home. But he couldn’t say that to Annie, crushing her enthusiasm like that would put distance between her and him.

“I’m excited for herbology too, I just find plants some cool. Besides, I heard Hogwarts has some awesome magical plants. I can’t wait to see them in real life.” Whew, he successfully redirected the conversation. Then, Annie went off. She raved and ranted about different magical plants she’d read about, and all Tom needed to do was listen and say “yeah” or “mhm that’s so cool” every once and a while.

When the food came, Tom was overwhelmed, but that’s wasn’t new. Everything he had encountered since his first meeting with the mysterious wizard Dumbledore had been frankly fantastical. A whole world of magic, sitting just under his nose and in his bloodline. An explanation for all the anomalous chaos of his childhood. And now that he had begun hanging out in the social vicinity of Annie, as well as other members of Hufflepuff house, he found that he was not alone.

r/CookieJarOfChaos

Most likely it’s been deleted. If you do end up reposting it, lmk cause I got a good idea now to.

Just tried, nothing came up

Literally cried. Good job wordsmith.

I’m not crying, you’re crying!

[Case File: 404]

Victim: Juniper Doe. 5’6” racially ambiguous, no identifiable sex organs (autopsy pending). Cause of death: unknown, suspected foul play.

Suspects: none

Victim was found nude and with no obvious injuries at the top of Haunted Hill. Local legends say that the spirits of one hundred orphans who died in a fire a century ago would come back to life in the form of an immortal avatar.

Possibly. I’ll see what I can do, might be a while tho.

Thanks!

Shit, I’m going to die. I’ve been abducted by aliens, and now one of them is pointing a weird gun at me. I have no idea what’s going on, haven’t really since I got taken, but I know one thing now. There’s really only one thing I could take away from this situation, and that’s that I’m about to die.

I brace myself for whatever this alien’s weapon does. The only hope in my mind now is that it’ll be quick. I stare down the barrel of the gun, and time runs slow. They say your life flashes before your eyes, but that’s not exactly true. Instead, you become so aware of yourself that you can’t help but remember. You remember your greatest failures, as well as your successes. Your highs, your lows, and you wonder. Did it any of it even matter? The answer is no, by the way. Unless you actively go out to change the world, there’s a very small chance that you actually made any difference.

The alien makes some strange gurgling noise and I flinch, this is it… Except, it isn’t. Instead, I’m shot with what smells like rubbing alcohol. Good thing I had my eyes closed, but what the hell is going on? The alien seems similarly shocked and fires again with the same result. Ok, this is officially freaking me out.

The alien pulls out what looks like a walkie-talkie and shouts something frantically into it. It then slips on what I’m almost certain is a gas mask, and books it for the exit. I try to run after it, but a forcefield blocks my way. I frantically bang on the forcefield, shouting at the alien to let me out. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out I’m about to be gassed, and I don’t want to die. It’s different than when I was looking down the barrel of its gun. Then, I was certain that I would die. I’d accepted it, in a strange way. Now, I somehow feel like there’s some kind of hope. That maybe, if I just scream loud enough, it might change its mind.

It doesn’t change it mind. Instead, I pass out from the pinkish gas.

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What the hell? It’s like this thing can’t die! I hit it with not one, but two mili-cartridges of Isopropyl Alcohol! Whatever, I guess if I can’t kill it, I’ll just sell it to whatever idiot will give me the most credits for it. All I’ve got to do is keep it passed out with gas until I can secure a buyer. Thank the Spirits that the gas even worked, I was worried. Sure, it’s at more than 100 times the lethal concentration for my species, but I suppose that shouldn’t surprise me.

As I conclude the final call for offers, I feel a tad guilty. The buyer is ended up being a team of researchers focused on combat stimulants. Specifically, adrenaline. Adrenaline’s been on the radar of the various militaries for a while, but even the smallest doses left the test subjects with serious and permanent psychosis and other symptoms that made any semblance of a normal life impossible.

Basically, this poor creature is in for a new type of living hell. Oh well, at least I got a pretty sum of credits for it. In other words, it’s not my problem anymore.

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Special Report: test subject on the research station Craelyn believed to be under the influence of Adrenaline has slaughtered the crew and stolen a shuttle. Isopropyl Alcohol seemed to have to effect. It is coming, and we can not stop it.

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