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Happy Pride from Solvem Probler the Four Headed Rainbow Hellhound Frankenplush!

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Wish this Five Headed Rainbow Pride Conjoined Plush a happy 1st Birthday!

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[wolfscratch24]

got a new friend in the mail today, i absolutely cannot wait for the adventures we will share together. but tomorrow he has surgery!! im fixing him up and customizing him to be my personal essa :)

[cinnamonsquidcrochet]

These spooky summer themed plushies are up in my kofi shop now! We've got Clementine the Cat, Pazazz the Apple Bat, Shell the Surfing Squash-o-Lantern, and Hemlock the Hellhound. Each of these plushies are one of a kind, weighted with glass microbeads, and 100% handsewn! I hope yall enjoy these spooky guys <3

[wormdramafever]

silver goth frends

[pastafossa]

My new DD funko arrived and he's ADORABLE!

And since the DD pop shelf has grown incredibly cramped, I finally made the decision to move the funkos on my General Marvel shelf up top to another location, thus clearing room for Matt to spread out a bit (esp considering the She Hulk Matt Murdock figure I preordered last year should be here within the next few months).

This is a rough before (from a few months ago) and now!

How most of the DD funkos are now spread, which I'm really liking:

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I saw this in a bookstore. I think they missed an opportunity to make a more realistic version of a plush Cerberus. To be fair, I don't know what a realistic plush Cerberus should look like, but a ball with three puppy heads doesn't quite do it for me.

However, it's the thought that counts. I was pleased to see it.

Squishable Cerberus

@1967-impala wondering what you think of it LOL

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goobers (art for an oc art game)

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his strength is that he is biscuits

His strength is that he is biscuits

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Grace and the Gracelings, a four headed dog Frankenplush, is two years old today!

Are they plural? Is he singular? I don't know, and Grace won't say!

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Twist Potato the Cerberus is one year old today!

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[skapasta]

made some pasta. and hellhound is trying to sneak a bite

[pampushky]

Upheaval

Hellhound! Oscar x Human! Reader - Teaser

So i actually haven't even finished writing this one BUT it's been in my brain for so long and I just wanna put the teaser out there to see if anyone wants to read it. shit may change, shit may not, who's to say? comment if you wanna get added to the taglist. itll probably be coming out in the next two weeks? Something like that, ig may even write companion fics for Estie Bestie & Lance because I'm hardly finding anything for those two :/ and i love them sm

masterlist | actual fic (eventually lmao)

When you both enter the private office of the pack leader, Mark is reclined on a plush leather chair. Reading a report with his feet kicked up on the desk. He doesn’t even look up at either of you as he finishes reading the report. Then, he finally looks at Oscar. Not you. 

“Nicole’s oldest pup, right?” Mark leans his head to the side. Frowning. “She called and said you’d be stopping in soon.” 

“I’m here to—”

“She already told me.” Mark interrupts, while continuing to ignore you. As though you’re not there. Just looking at Oscar. “Bold move, pup. Wanting to take a human as your mate when you’re one of the most sought-after bachelors by countless young members of the pack.”

“I don’t want them.” Oscar’s brow furrows. “I have a right to choose. I love her.”

“Don’t you want a strong mate?” Mark drawls. Finally looking at you. His eyes are devoid of any emotion. Soulless. “That one will die in around fifty years without any Hellfire, which, I control on this continent. What makes you think I’ll allow it?”

Oscar stiffens, and steps in front of you, a growl rumbling up his throat from his chest. “Don’t talk about her like that. Like she isn’t here or able to understand you—”

“Silence.” Mark hisses, standing up and looming over Oscar with a hiss. Anger clear as day. “You will not take that tone with me, when I only allowed you to meet with me as a favor to Nicole.” 

“Then let her prove herself.” Oscar snaps back, unshaken. “She’s strong. She grew up on a farm, does her fair share of work—”

“Didn’t her brother as well? How’s that going for him?” Mark grins cruelly, and you let out a small breath. Trembling. Gutted by his casual cruelty. 

“Don’t talk about Logan like that,” Oscar brings a fist down on the desk, cracking the wood easily. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about my best friend like that—”

“Then you’ll need to prove to me that she’s worthy.” Mark grins. Taunting. Now fully focused on you. “Look at her, trembling like a newborn at the mention of her dead littermate, she’s unworthy to be your mate, to have the blessing of Hellfire given to her,”

Oscar lunges. Flying over the desk and grabbing Mark by his collar. Mark just holds up his hands in mock surrender, laughing all the while. “Oh, touchy subject?”

But you grip Oscar’s shoulders. Hard. Looking at him with a quiet order that somehow pulls him away from Mark, mumbling only an apology to you as he presses his lips to your hairline, grounding himself in your scent. You finally look at Mark. Steady gaze. No more trembling.

“What would I need to do to prove myself to you?”

Mark’s grin is venomous. All teeth. Showing sharp canines that were made to tear away flesh from bone and to leave terrible scars. White pupils now pinpricks in the black expanse that was the Hellhound’s eyes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, little primate?”

[xxduncandonutxx]

So hummm, I redesigned Beelzebub again. DON'T get me wrong, I love her original designed and even own a Meow Plush, a standee and pin of her but I do agree with people's criticisms and so, I wanted to take a shot at redesigning her again. So hummm, I redesigned Beelzebub again. DON'T get me wrong, I love her original designed and even own a Meow Plush, a standee and pin of her but I do agree with people's criticisms and so, I wanted to take a shot at redesigning her again. No hate to Vivziepop of course xd !!!

Alright, lemme give you guys some info about my redesigned version of Bee :P -I want bee's design to resemble both a Hellhound and a Bee, so I given her sharp claws, paw pads, her snout, teeth and nose resembles a Hellhound's, her hellhound tail looks like a bee stinger (and acts like a bee stinger too) and lastly her annaetae, eyes, wings and feet resemble that of a bee.

Her outfit that she is wearing is inspired by Idolomantis's redesign of Bee. -She is plus sized (and no, not because she represents Gluttony so don't start screaming "you're fatphobic!!" Gluttony also means over-indulgence and over-consumption of anything to the point of waste NOT just food related) -Bee doesn't get grossed out at Mammon for pigging out on his lunch AT ALL (as well as being aphobic towards him in that one scene, god I fucking hate that). In fact, Beelzebub would honestly cheer him on or get into Beelzejuice drinking contests (or eating contests) with him up until she learnt that he'd abused Fizzarolli and despises him for it (but won't insult him for being asexual or being fat, oh and she doesn't get grossed out at Mammon for eating a lot even after learning about his abuse towards Fizz). -Beelzebub has no idea about the poor conditions that is happening at the hellhound adoption center and if she did know about the conditions, she would voice her concerns or try to do something to shut it down or at least fix it. She cares a lot for the Hellhounds and would actually speak out if she sees anything bad happen to them. (Yes, I'm still petty about the fact that Bee defends Blitz in the Mastermind but does NOT say anything about the fact that Loona is muzzled). And uh yeah, that's Bee for ya :D Oops forgot to add the alt outfit/design

And here's my old redesign

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Another Loona X Reader story. Loosely inspired by the vet episode. She's fasting for blood work, and you're the doctor.

So any of you that are into stethoscopes might like this one.

Art by @dragon-draws-art

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62430745

One of the worst things about being a hellhound was going to the vet. It wasn’t really much different than a visit to the doctor, but Loona always felt demeaned by the whole thing; she often felt she was treated more like an animal than a person. Overall the experience was never a good one, but at least this time she could go on her own. It was just a regular check up–nothing that would send her running out in a panic like those dreaded shots Blitzo had to accompany her for. That didn’t mean she was any less pissed off about it.

The office was tucked away in a massive, towering building along with hundreds of other good-for-nothing businesses. Loona read the sign next to the elevator and slammed her fist into the ‘UP’ button. Her foot tapped impatiently as the floor number counted down. Taking the stairs was out of the question. She held out her hand and watched it visibly shaking beyond her control. It wasn’t just her white coat syndrome this time; she was starving. She needed blood work done, and unfortunately that meant fasting. Twenty four hours without food for a hellhound might as well have been three days for anyone else.

Once the elevator doors opened, Loona entered, hit the button and leaned hard against the wall with an audible thud. She tried to distract herself with her phone, but her foot wouldn’t stop tapping and the gnawing hunger in her gut was reaching an all-time high. She looked down at her midsection; her incessant hunger pangs surfaced, and her stomach let out a long, rumbling growl. The obnoxious noise filled the cramped elevator and Loona grimaced at the sounds her body was capable of. Satan, why did she have to fast for so long? She felt completely empty after only a few hours. An entire day without food was actual torture. Her stomach groaned slightly quieter, seeming to agree with her thoughts.

As she arrived at her floor she took a deep breath and entered the office. The smell of antiseptic hit her immediately and she felt a pang of anxiety rising in her chest. She took another deep breath trying to push the feeling down. “Hey, I’m uhh here to see the vet.” Loona said, getting the attention of a receptionist that looked as old as this entire building.

“Oh well, let's look at the schedule here…. Loona, right? You’re all set honey, just take a seat and I'll call you in a few minutes.” The receptionist droned, her voice slow and tiresome.

Loona gave her best attempt at a smile but based on the receptionist's expression in return it wasn’t her best. Not wanting to further embarrass herself, Loona took a seat in the far corner, out of the woman’s line of sight. The chair was quite plush and honestly comfortable.

Loona was hunched over in her seat, one paw scrolling through her phone, her other arm squeezing tightly against her midriff. She couldn’t stop fidgeting. Her phone wasn't much of a distraction, either; she just scrolled up and down mindlessly, waiting for this to be over. She was well past hungry at this point, and combined with her anxiety, the whole situation just made her feel sick. The churning in her stomach hurt and she was debating just leaving without even being seen– No, she couldn’t do that. Blitzø would be pissed, and she’d be here all over again.

“Loona!” A shrill voice called from across the room. “The Doctor will see you now. Room seven.”

“Thanks,” Loona said mutedly. She quickly stood up and made her way down the hallway with long, frantic strides. After that rough incident with the receptionist, her social battery for politeness was running low. First time I’ve heard them use the term ‘Doctor’, She thought to herself.

The exam room was about what you'd expect: a dull, cramped medical office with a padded table covered by a thin sheet of sanitary paper. There was a sketchy-looking sink in the corner with an array tools that all resembled varying degrees of torture devices. Loona begrudgingly sat on the table and continued her wait.

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Eight years of medical school in hell. That's what you had to endure to get where you were– In some cramped veterinary office with a geriatric receptionist that could barely hear, much less work the computer. Still, you’d rather work with hellhounds than imps. Hellhounds were very misunderstood residents of hell, and you’d like to try and make some medical progress beyond the borderline medieval practices that were still in place.

You looked over your chart, standing outside of room seven.

Loona, Age 22, up to date on shots, no pressing medical issues. Nothing stood out on her chart, so that was good. You tapped on the door softly.

“May I come in?” You asked, using your most convincing customer service voice.

“It’s your office dude.” A snarky reply came from the other side of the door.

All hellounds were different, and Loona was no exception. She was wolf-like, with silvery-white fur. You had to give her credit; her outfit complemented her.. physique.. rather well. Just at a quick glance, her fluffy coat and hair shone with a healthy glow, so she most likely had a good diet. Then you noticed her exposed stomach, and her plump thighs that she somehow managed to squeeze into those shorts. ..Make that a very good and complete diet…

“Hello, Loona! I'm a new Hellhound specialist here at the clinic. I'll most likely be your primary Doctor from now on.” You greeted, extending a hand.

“Doctor? I thought all you guys called yourself vets?” Loona asked quizzically. She also extended her paw, grabbing hold of yours firmly. You could feel the tremors as she held on for a brief moment. Poor girl, probably nervous. You thought to yourself.

“Well most of the imps do, I don’t. We get the same amount of schooling as imp doctors, and there’s a lot more to hellhound medicine, to be honest.” Loona smiled at you, giving you a quick show of her teeth. You weren't a dentist but another sign of good health was teeth. She seemed to have them all, but they could be whiter.

“I’m going to begin my examination and ask you some questions. Is that ok?” You asked as you opened a drawer and grabbed some implements.

Loona raised an eyebrow. “You”re the first vet–er.. Doctor.. to ask before starting, but yeah, sure.” She replied, clearly taken aback by your more progressive practices.

You put on a pair of medical gloves and started at the top. Taking a small pen light you looked into her ears, then eyes. You asked her to follow the pen with her eyes as you looked at the deep red in the corners. You were close enough to smell her and caught a whiff of cigarette smoke.

“Do you smoke?” You asked, not wanting to assume.

“Yeah,” Loona replied nonchalantly.

“Well obviously I have to tell you I want you to quit. But if everything sounds good, I’m not gonna pester you about it.” You replied matching her energy.

“The oral exams are a little invasive, sorry in advance. Open please.” She did as you asked. Opening up her maw and showing an impressive array of large teeth. Shining a light, you looked carefully for anything out of the ordinary. Not seeing anything, you pushed her lip aside getting a good look at her teeth. Technically the dentist's job, but Hellhounds were so prone to tooth damage it never hurt to get an extra look. “Sorry again.” You said taking a step back and letting her breath.

“Don't be. The last guy would have just grabbed my face and pried it open.” Loona said with a shrug

Her response made you frown. That was exactly the stigma you wanted to undo. “OK Just lift your arms out for me.” She did. “Don't let me push them down.” You applied a moderate amount of pressure. Nearly all hellhounds had immense strength. So many thought this mundane muscle exam arbitrary. “You're shaking a bit, is that normal?”

Before she could answer, her stomach cut into the conversation with a hollow growl. It seemed to go on forever as you both stared in astonishment. The bright blush that formed on her face was easy to see against her white fur. “When I…..when I'm hungry I get..” She turned away before finishing her sentence.

“I suppose I can skip the question about fasting for your blood work today.” You said trying to lighten the mood. Loona's gaze was permanently averted. She shifted in place, crinkling the plastic cover she was sitting on. “It's a sign of a healthy appetite, nothing to be ashamed of.” You said referencing her chart and filling in a few boxes. “I understand you're probably not feeling your best. The twenty-four hours fasting requirement is outdated. Hellhounds have a very fast metabolism” She turned her attention back to you slightly more intrigued.

“It is??” She asked, nearly whispering.

“I think so. It's based on imp physiology. You could get a hellhound's fasting glucose at twelve hours instead.” That statement seemed to open her back up a bit. She turned her gaze back to you.

“I need to take a listen next.” You said taking the stethoscope off your neck and inserted the ear tips. You put the Diaphragm on the center of her back. “Just take a few deep breaths for me.” She did. It all sounded normal, but it was impossible to ignore the sounds of her stomach. While trying to listen for any abnormalities a steady grumbling was behind it all. You were very familiar with all bodily sounds, but stomachs in particular. Hellhounds had very robust digestive systems to complement their speedy metabolism and overall heartiness. Without even listening directly you could tell that was the sound of her nutrient deprived innards throwing a fit. No wonder it was so loud before.

“Good, that sounds normal. Next your heart.” You moved your stethoscope to her front placing it just over her left breast. You could immediately hear her heart hammering much faster than normal for someone sitting still. An unfortunate side effect of the veterinary history of nearly all your patients was the obvious effects on their nerves. The sound of her stomach was even louder. You swore you could hear the organs squeezing and convulsing a short distance away. You soon realized what you were hearing was just the idle sounds. A deep growl erupted from her stomach and echoed inside of her. The sound just from listening to her chest was nearly deafening. She took a breath sharply and you even heard a soft whine.

You pulled back, taking out your ear pieces for a moment. “Your heart rates accelerated. Does coming here stress you out?” You asked, watching the poor hellhound fidget again.

“Yeah a lot actually. Especially if I need shots.” She replied as she averted her gaze.

“I understand, are you gonna ok with the blood draw”? You asked hoping you wouldn't need to call an assistant. “She wrapped her arms around her midsection and nodded quickly. You could hear more audible groaning coming from her core.

“The needle for that isn’t huge so I’ll be fine.” She spoke quickly and louder than before as if she was trying to conceal the obvious sounds of her hunger.

“That’s good.” You replied feeling a bit at ease. “I need to do the abdominal exam now.” You said preparing your stethoscope yet again. Loona turned fifty shades of red and slowly laid back on the exam table.

At least with an outfit like hers you didn’t have to ask her to strip or change into a gown. Her entire midriff was already exposed, making your job easier. You didn't even need to press the stethoscope against her belly. When it was only a few inches away you could hear its angry churning. You did the usual four quadrants, listening for a few moments. Despite the intensity it was normal. She was just obviously very hungry.

As you placed the diaphragm on her upper left you could feel her fidgeting once again. Glancing up at her you could see she laid her arm across her face. You soon understood why. A long droning roar filled your ears. You could feel her insides vibrating underneath the stethoscope and on the edges of your hand. She clearly had a large appetite that matched her stature. Her body reacting this intensely to fasting meant she was obviously eating regularly.

“Everything sounds good.” You said taking out your ear pieces. Loona simply laid there and groaned in response, not looking up. You couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or fatigue. Either way it wasn't your place to pry. “I'm going to take your blood now. You can stay like that.” She moved her arm aside resting her other paw on her midsection.

“Cool” she said flatly.

As you tied a tourniquet and prepared the needle you noticed Loona slowly rubbing her stomach as she stared off into space. Her insides were gurgling audibly no doubt causing her discomfort. “OK you're gonna feel a prick” you said as you found a vein.

Years of training paid off and you got it on the first try. It was always a gamble doing anything invasive with hellhounds. They were strong and could kill most anything in an instant. That's why most vets would sooner strap them down for the most mundane procedures. You had other philosophies and so far it's gotten you results.

As her blood slowly filled the tube Loonas's stomach continued Its protests of the entire ordeal. “OK that's everything unless you have questions for me.” You said as you capped the sample and labeled It. “You should get the results in the mail.” She sat up quickly and wobbled slightly.

“Can I go now?” She whined

“Yes but get up slowly. Your blood sugar is probably lower than it should be right now.” You spoke cautiously. “I've got something for that here. You dug in a drawer and pulled out a small sandwich bag. “It's not a meal but it should stop you from feeling tired and dizzy.”

She stared for a moment before reaching out to take it. Inside was a small juice, a few pieces of candy, and a small pack of hellhound biscuits. “It's nothing substantial, but it'll make walking out of here easier.” She looked it over for a moment before her stomach cut in gurgling obnoxiously. She clasped a hand over it and smiled at you.

“Thanks, you're a good Doc.” She said, a bit taken aback.

You gave a wave dismissing the comment. “Just make sure you have a good meal as soon as possible. You'll feel a lot better.” You said grabbing her chart and extending your hand. She shook It and gave an awkward smile. “Leave the same way you came in. You can make an appointment now or call.”

She shook your hand and nodded glancing again at the bag you gave her. As you left you heard a soft “Thanks.” Just before you shut the door.

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Well that was more embarrassing than the last time I was here and I didn't even destroy anything. Loona thought to herself as she sighed. Her head hurt and she couldn't tell if it was hunger, stress, or knowing she'd have to talk to that receptionist again. Rubbing her temples she prepared herself before walking out.

It was actually a much faster process than she imagined. She just nodded and agreed to the first date that was given and left. She made it back to the rickety elevator before she tore into the bag of goodies fully. The meager morsels were gone in seconds and the small juice was enough to give the essence of hydration. Still it did perk her up and bit. She could feel her stomachs excited writhing as it attacked the first thing it'd seen in a day.

She inspected the hard candy. It was bright green. She braced herself for the green apple flavor as she popped it into her mouth. Much to her surprise it was lime with a hint of salt. It was licking the rim of a margarita. “I fucking love lime.” Loona moaned as she savored the taste. Her stomach growled impatiently begging her to swallow. She gripped her pudge in an attempt to silence it. “I'm savoring this one.” She thought to herself.

The elevator was filled with the sounds of her guts once again. She checked through her phone's notifications as her insides groaned and gurgled, begging her to be fed. She texted Blitzo letting him know she didn't tear up the office or end up getting hauled away for assault. More importantly she had to find somewhere to eat.