Dec 14, 2025
Art by Ninety
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Art by Ninety
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Ello! So, I've been reading up in Ninety and it got me thinking. A few scenarios have had both good and bad reactions to a kennel. But! What about a master who has a rather large kennel (like for larger dogs) that has a blanket over it to keep it semi dark that is kept in their office. Bunch of blankets in it. The master's idea is for the puppy to basically move in.
When he gets back from missions, if there's food in the kennel, he's supposed to go in and lay down(and eat). If not, he's supposed to hang out until the master gets back. Probably to cuddle him to some capacity. I just wanna see dog boy be happy😔
That’s perfect for him. A safe space to return to, close to his Master, where no one will hurt him so long as he’s hidden inside is a wonderful comfort for Ninety. You’re accepting him and trying to attend to his needs. You think of him as good enough to be worth that effort. He’ll dutifully return to the kennel as soon as he’s allowed, and with blanket permission in place, he’s not afraid to eat the food you’ve left for him or curl up and wait for you to get back. That kennel quickly becomes his favorite place in the world— aside from your lap, that is. And since it soothes his nerves to have somewhere safe to hide, he’s always happy to see you when you come back. Expect happy wiggles as he nuzzles into your hand, seeking pets and praise for following your orders while you were gone.
on the road
Luke 15:7 (KJV) - I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance.
god im posting diz so much later thwb my usual time😣
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Fell back into G/T.... and fear play.. so, imma give a lotta both :)
Just wanna hold a tiny Ninety..😞
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Tiny that's so scared. And so small. One that even as a giant would be small.
Fits between two fingers no issue. As if holding a twig.
And so terrifies cause they know you could crush them in an instant if you wanted. Could just have a finger twitch, and they'd either be smashed or dropped to the ground, hight from the drop killing them instantly, no doubt.
But neither happen. You just hold them. Between those two fingers with a blank expression.
Maybe you already knew about them. You'd already met. So, the question is, what'd they do wrong.
Maybe you didn't know of them yet. Oh how they screwed up, then. They don't know you. And even if they'd seen you from a distance, they'd never seen you so.. empty? Scary? Fucking terrifying?
They're scared speechless. Unable to even scream.
What did you want from them? Why was they still alive? Would. they still be alive the next minute?
You blink. Then again. Then a few quick times before your eyes widen a fraction. Had-.. had you spaced out? They'd seen you do it before. But, seriously? Now?
Your face turns to the one you make when they sees you looking at pictures of the smaller versions of those death creatures giants sometimes keep around.
And now you were looking at them like that. What did that mean? What-
Your stomach growls. You look down to it with a bit of surprise.
They looks down at it in fear.
You look back to them as if you just got the best idea ever.
And you raise them to your mouth.
Dropping them in.
They fall into the wet cavern, teeth clicking shut behind them. They're shrouded in darkness, only getting a moment of thought before something is pushed against them, rubbing over them, coating them in saliva.
It all happens so fast. Then your head is tilted back, them sliding down and down.
Where are they going?! They'd heard of the rare occasion of tinies getting stored instead of eaten. But your stomach growled. But you looked like you liked them.
Where were they going?!
Where were they going?!
