Welcome to Heat Street: C9 - Overflow State
Elliot arrived exactly when the timestamp told him to. The address brought him to a low, square building set quietly between two taller ones — a clinic on one side, and what looked like a residential sublease on the other. No digital display. No...
Welcome to Heat Street: C1 - Softskin
Elliot stepped off the tram and adjusted the strap on his satchel. Heat Street looked exactly as it had for the past seven days: loud, colorful, and operating on what felt like an entirely separate social protocol from the rest of the city. Beastborn...
Poem #16: Life
Grief the blight can it be bought instances in thought lost we crow chances been shot experience will pave compassion we crave knowledge in tow reasons to save toils and strife doubt the knife no matter how low cherish this life
Welcome to Heat Street: C2 - Smile behind the teeth
Elliot knocked twice on the door to apartment 3B, then stepped back exactly one meter. The tray in his hands was neatly wrapped in parchment, with a small card tucked beneath the twine: Welcome to The Perch — High-protein, low-sugar,...
Ocean Depths. Chapter 37.
Ocean Depths Chapter 37 By Roofles Carlson stopped in front of the door to their large apartment. He fiddled with his keys before grinning widely, clearing his throat and throwing the door open dramatically. "Honey, I'm home!" He called and waited...
Welcome to Heat Street: C10 - Scent Trace
The shop had no name he could read. Just a symbol etched into the glass—a set of curved lines arranged around a central point, like a heat dispersion map. Possibly scent-related. No hours posted. No list of services. Just the door, the mark, and a...
Poem #51: Innocence
The world that way with time all evidence of memories will fade no one will know who got on their knees and prayed; a light passing by may shed some hope helping out all of those who struggle to cope let this muddled message be marked and told life
Ocean Depths. Chapter 36.
He had seen pups and kittens and newborn chicks out at the park, in the mall and just in his day to day life. to be here now made him feel as if, he would never say it out loud, he had gone to a pet store.
Love is a feline
“i’d worked most of my life, so when the opportunity came, i didn’t stay longer than needed. how old are you, david?” “twenty-five.” both of her brows raise in surprise. “younger than i thought.”
new life, younger life (warning, babyfur abdl refrenches)
Pacifier, the crib, the rocking chair, its a nursery and your the baby "you get to grow up again. grow up better" they reach down and pats your head you are take care off, and babied from that day on, you forget everthing only to relearn...you get a new life
Welcome to Heat Street: C3 - Repeating Patterns
By the end of his third week on heat street, elliot had sorted his life into something stable: three grocery runs, two laundry days, and one kaari favor roughly every seventy-two hours.
My life as a furry (intro) [Goodbyes and pain]
#1 of my life as a furry ... ...