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/ You know what? I need Peg interacting with more kid characters <3

she's such a mom and I'd love to explore the more maternal side of her.

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Lady and the Tramp (1955) directed by: Clyde Geronimi, Wilifred Jackson, and Hamilton Luske.

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Art by Line Grenèche

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Peg observed him as he talked, eying up his figure, his demeanour, one of the owner, but more of a loose canon, she could tell. Nice guy, but a player, a hard one. Gamble before ramble.

"Name's Peg, hotrod," She smirked and took the paw to shake before leaning back and holding her drink closer to herself. "An' I can say I've already played a lil, but I know when to dip out an' get myself a drink with my earnin's... Its more fun to watch anyway."

“Thank you,” he said, nodding. “We try to keep it decent-lookin’ around here.”

Charlie glanced at her sideways, ordering another drink. “You’re welcome to any a’ the games an’ such we got here, of course.”

He took a swig of his beer, slightly tipsy, and held out a paw for a shake. “Th’ name’s Charlie, honey. An’ yours…?”

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Her face softened and she came closer to the pup, though, she wasn't TOO much of a pup anymore and Peg gave her a sweet nuzzle, pressing her nose sweetly against her head.

"Ya would have done well yaself too, hun," she replied, nudging her head to lift it. "Ya a tough lil gal, I know that, still stand by what I thought bout ya when I met ya... This gal's girl a real fire in her belly."

She gave Angel a wink. "Its the lil dogs they gotta watch out for, eh? They underestimate us. But ya a real firecracker, ya would have done just fine without me.... But hey, least I gave ya tips 'bout lookin after ya fur in the meantime."

She chuckled, ruffling the girl's head. "... Ya headin' back home?"

Glowing indeed; beaming from ear to ear. Angel genuinely couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this good; like she truly, genuinely belonged somewhere. It wasn't just Scamp, either, or even just his parents; his three sisters had been practically tripping over each other to make sure she felt right at home, too. Danielle adored her; Collette was determined to pamper her; and while Annette was more reserved she had still made it her mission to provide a full tour of her new home.

Wanted. Angel wasn't sure she'd ever known that feeling so fully before.

It was still a lot to take in. Girl's eyelids flickered a little as she looked back at Peg, almost shy again.

“Well, you know. I'd never have made it nearly that far without you teaching me the ropes when I was little.”

Not that she wasn't still little, her Pomeranian genes made sure of that; but Angel was sure Peg knew what she meant. The older lady had taught her to survive, and it was no exaggeration to say that only that teaching, plus a bit of grim determination, had been all that had kept her alive some nights.

“I owe you an awful lot, too.”

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Anyone else would have possibly attempted to take advantage of her, rob her blind maybe, or tried to. But not Nick. It was probably the best thing that had happened during this shitshow so far, Peg was not quite the same canine she had been before, but she still had that charm about her, despite the circumstances.

The main difference? She's tied back her hair and trimmed her fringe, easier to see the savage ones coming and fight them off. She was tougher than she looked.

Her ears perked when she heard his statement and she gave soft smile, shuffling over to him and taking a seat beside him, digging into her backpack and drawing out a lollipop.

"Ain't like a popsicle, but hey, close enough, right?"

@jazzborn liked for an apocalyptic starter from Peg (for Nick)!

   It was dreary outside — and not just because of the dark rainfall. Nick knew what lurked out there. A once know-how fox was clueless on what to do now, but at the very least he had an old 'friend' at his side tonight; an unexpected reunion. The silence was unbearable, so Nick decides to break it as he tears his gaze from the locked up door. ❝I really could go for a popsicle right about now...❞ It was a bit of a joke towards his last hustles — a con he had taken for granted as it had been far easier to deal with that than whatever the hell was going on now.

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Visual development for Lady and the Tramp by Eyvind Earle

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/ Funny how when one muse gets horny which ISN'T Peg, she seems to pop up in my head like 'Exxxccusee me???? I'm still here????'

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Send "What's for breakfast?" for your muse to find my muse preparing breakfast to yours

Or send "Guess what's breakfast" for my muse to find yours preparing breakfast instead

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/At least she has her own card now uwu <3

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Peg always noticed eyes on her when she entered a room or came on someones radar, so Charlie was no different. As she sat at the bar and waved at the bartender to fetch her a drink, she tilted her head towards him, blue eyes peeking from behind long locks of blonde hair.

"Hello yaself, Smiles," she smirked at his greeting and made herself more comfortable, twisting her body to face the canine. "Well, I ain't about to dodge a nice lookin' place like this on a good night... An' the shelter is just the bonus~"

Starter for @jazzborn’s Peg!

You Can’t Keep a Good Dog Down- Verse Two.

Charlie sat at the bar one night as thunder rolled in the distant skies, downing his second shot glass. It had been a decent day, and he supposed it didn’t hurt to have a couple drinks.

It never did, if you asked him.

Someone sat next to him, and Charlie looked over at her; a longhaired canine with pretty blue eyes.

He smiled. “Hello, darlin’. What brings you here on a night like this? Jus’ lookin’ for shelter?”

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Buster gives you a pink chocolate rose with a little fuzzy brown koala hugging its stem! ❝Happy Valentine's Day~!❞ / uvu

"Awwww~ Hun~" Peg held the rose in hand with a chuckle, her finger brushing over the little koala hugging its stem, how very cute! Oh and a chocolate flower was MUCH better than a real flower, she was constantly drowned in the things every year from 'admirers.'

"An' its my favourite colour too~" She chuckled and leaned down, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Happy valentines, Ears."

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*gestures to MEMES*

*gestures to OPENS*

*gestures to this beautiful canine lady <3*

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Angsty Valentines Day Starters

“Why don’t you ever celebrate Valentines Day?”

“Did you forget what day it is?”

“I thought maybe you had something planned as a surprise, but instead you avoid me all day?”

“It’s not just a holiday for you, is it? It’s something worse.”

“I wanted a kiss, but you won’t even look me in the eye.”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything big, we could just spend the day together.”

“Why can’t you just pretend to like Valentine’s Day, even a little bit?”

“It’s really not that big of a deal, I don’t get why you hate Valentine’s Day so much.”

“Just get over whatever hang-ups you have about Valentines Day and have some fun already.”

“What, not even a box of chocolates or a teddy bear? Nothing?”

“Why are you hiding in your room on Valentines Day when you could be out on a date or something?”

“Get over yourself, it’s just a holiday.” 

“You’re supposed to celebrate love, not be a lonely lump pouting in the corner.”

“Tell me why you don’t like Valentine’s Day.”

“Was it something I said that made you not want to spend Valentines Day with me?”

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Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

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Send “Exhibiting Excitement” for muses to do sexual act in public

Please be specific about the type of sexual act.