lt-doberman

[lt-doberman]

Joy! :3

See you there <3

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[EARLY JULY, 4PM]

[Cloudy ~!!]

Public parks were always a treat in the city. Abjuring the civil enterprise to create an almost peaceful atmosphere. The flowers ever so overwatered from the rain were covered in dew, causing them to face towards the ground. A real shame, honestly. All in all this should be a lovely little detour from the usually dull trek of Zatanna’s work. A perfect spot for their little break time together.

…except a certain hellhound was pestering the birds. Ah, perhaps that gives the wrong idea. Daire was fighting the birds and losing.

“Hey! Give that back!"

After renting a space in the park the man must’ve set up their Tea Party early, especially judging by the thin ivory tablecloth draped over a nearby park bench. Rookie mistake. City birds were no joke, it was no surprise they stole some of the food he’d set up.

“….please?"

After maybe about 5 minutes of corvid based antics they reached a standstill. The brunette waited in bated breath as if the two were in a Wild West film and moments away from a quick draw. Luckily Daire wasn’t a cowboy, as he definitely would’ve lost. After tripping on the ground he huffed, only composing himself once he realised that the park was no longer empty. Suddenly making eye contact with the magician. Poor thing, the cheap suit he was dressed in for the occasion was already dirty.

"—Zatanna! Wow you look…" he couldn’t maintain eye contact, light teal eyes now studying the nearby Red Maple tree as he adverted his gaze to keep some semblance of composure. Pale face already a deep crimson. "…stunning. fuck."

Zatanna had only really seen Doberman at work on occasion. Which, to be fair, was all he really did. She didn’t need to know he went thrifting for that cheap little dress shirt, pants, and suspender just for this party. Curiously the blazer he was wearing was reminiscent of a tear-away suit. Snagged polyester confirming to his bicep as he was unfortunately a little too well built for the size he went with. There was a black tie loose around his neck, which Daire hadn’t got to tying yet. At least he remembered to tie his hair back? Curly hair parted down the middle in an attempt at curtain bangs. The greying little things stuck to his forehead, already somewhat sweaty from his tussle. Not only was there a bow around his small tuff of a pony tail, another bow found its way around the base of his tail. Cute.

"Now I feel underdressed."

Maybe your blog isn’t the right place to send this haha but I’m not exactly on text basis with THE Zatanna Zatara.

I’ve found myself in possession of a flower called 'Lycoris magicae'. I won’t pretend to know my plants but I’ve heard it makes a wonderful tea. I was wondering if you’d like to uh get together and try some. Sometime.

IF NOT THATS OKAY OF COURSE. Bhjstxskypiuvxxz I just thought someone like you would appreciate a break now and then. Haha.

.

If the suggestion was like. Inappropriate I could just send it to the justice league for you.

- 🦴 @lt-doberman

You do know how to catch a magician’s attention. And no worries, Doberman this is the right place, and you’re perfectly fine.

I do know Lycoris magicae. Beautiful bloom. The tea’s supposed to calm arcane overstimulation… or cause vivid hallucinations, depending on how it’s brewed. But hey, a little mystery makes life more fun doesn’t it?

I’d love to try some with you…so long as we test a leaf or two first and maybe keep a banishing charm on standby. Sound good?

And hey… no need to send it to the League. Just shoot me a time and place.

Looking forward to it puppy.

[lt-doberman]

what a prize you are :D!

I’d have to check my schedule but does any day next week work? Maybe next Saturday?

There’s a park near Canal Street I’ve been meaning to check out, umh, if you’ll be in New York anytime soon? (*´꒳`*)

Don’t Worry, dress your best and I’ll take care of preparing for any nasty side effects.

Maybe your blog isn’t the right place to send this haha but I’m not exactly on text basis with THE Zatanna Zatara.

I’ve found myself in possession of a flower called 'Lycoris magicae'. I won’t pretend to know my plants but I’ve heard it makes a wonderful tea. I was wondering if you’d like to uh get together and try some. Sometime.

IF NOT THATS OKAY OF COURSE. Bhjstxskypiuvxxz I just thought someone like you would appreciate a break now and then. Haha.

.

If the suggestion was like. Inappropriate I could just send it to the justice league for you.

- 🦴 @lt-doberman

You do know how to catch a magician’s attention. And no worries, Doberman this is the right place, and you’re perfectly fine.

I do know Lycoris magicae. Beautiful bloom. The tea’s supposed to calm arcane overstimulation… or cause vivid hallucinations, depending on how it’s brewed. But hey, a little mystery makes life more fun doesn’t it?

I’d love to try some with you…so long as we test a leaf or two first and maybe keep a banishing charm on standby. Sound good?

And hey… no need to send it to the League. Just shoot me a time and place.

Looking forward to it puppy.

[lt-doberman]

“Well if that’s the case," The hellhounds thick, black leather cap was abruptly placed on Finn’s head. Crushing the ears ever so slightly. "You can borrow this."

Daire smiled, as if a grin that was 90% full teeth would be comforting.

"When I first got mine my captain lent me that cap. You can borrow it until we figure out yer curse. Yeah? You okay with that?"

Hopefully the hat didn’t have any fleas or something. Eugh.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Great. Just what Finn needed right now. His phone was blowing up from messages from a certain dog, who was now also practically abusing his door.

It was usually cute how needy Daire was.

Not so much however when he needed space.

"Finn! Finn? I - I came to surprise y' at work and you weren’t there. Are you okay?”

….

"Please don’t ignore me. I need to know ‘f yer hurt. I’ll break down the door if you don’t answer.”

It almost hurt how worried the huntsmen sounded. Voice clouded with anxiety, hoarse from yelling loud enough that someone would probably file a noise complaint or god forbid call the police. He paused to catch his breath, leaning against the painted wood. Finn could hear his breath, fuck, having four pairs of ears were disorienting. Picking up on so much… he was already overstimulated as it is. This was just cruel.

Huh.

This must be how it was for Daire. No wonder he sucked with noise control. Even Finn’s THOUGHTS felt like screams against his growing headache.

- 🦴 ( @lt-doberman )

Finn groaned, forcing himself to get up and open the door before things got worse. This felt worse than any sick day he ever experienced. It didn’t help that he had to completely change his posture and gait due to the tail. After a bit of stumbling, he finally made it to the door and opened it.

Sorry, I didn’t tell you about the… uh, sick day I’m taking.

Finn hid himself behind the door, foolishly hoping Daire wouldn’t notice and just leave. Finn really wanted to be left alone to wait out the magically given parts. But the universe never wants to give him peace when he wants it most, apparently.

[lt-doberman]

"Curious."

Daire was thinking to himself, tongue sticking out as he walked a full 360 around the archivist. With a hum he stopped in front of Finn. Peeling off his leather gloves before a freckled hand found its way back to the newly acquired cat ears.

“Do they hurt? Are they sensitive?"

Hopefully not. Poor Finn’s ego.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Great. Just what Finn needed right now. His phone was blowing up from messages from a certain dog, who was now also practically abusing his door.

It was usually cute how needy Daire was.

Not so much however when he needed space.

"Finn! Finn? I - I came to surprise y' at work and you weren’t there. Are you okay?”

….

"Please don’t ignore me. I need to know ‘f yer hurt. I’ll break down the door if you don’t answer.”

It almost hurt how worried the huntsmen sounded. Voice clouded with anxiety, hoarse from yelling loud enough that someone would probably file a noise complaint or god forbid call the police. He paused to catch his breath, leaning against the painted wood. Finn could hear his breath, fuck, having four pairs of ears were disorienting. Picking up on so much… he was already overstimulated as it is. This was just cruel.

Huh.

This must be how it was for Daire. No wonder he sucked with noise control. Even Finn’s THOUGHTS felt like screams against his growing headache.

- 🦴 ( @lt-doberman )

Finn groaned, forcing himself to get up and open the door before things got worse. This felt worse than any sick day he ever experienced. It didn’t help that he had to completely change his posture and gait due to the tail. After a bit of stumbling, he finally made it to the door and opened it.

Sorry, I didn’t tell you about the… uh, sick day I’m taking.

Finn hid himself behind the door, foolishly hoping Daire wouldn’t notice and just leave. Finn really wanted to be left alone to wait out the magically given parts. But the universe never wants to give him peace when he wants it most, apparently.

[lt-doberman]

“Oh."

What was he even thinking. Finn would never hurt her! Hell, he probably wouldn’t hurt a fly. Daire smiled softly, speaking mainly to himself.

"’Ts not a hunters curse. Hm…”

His ears picked up on the trill of purring. Interesting. If he pet closer to the archivist neck would he be able to feel the vibrations?

“Was this a little surprise for me."

Sadly no this incredible body horror scenario was not for YOU. Lock IN daire.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Great. Just what Finn needed right now. His phone was blowing up from messages from a certain dog, who was now also practically abusing his door.

It was usually cute how needy Daire was.

Not so much however when he needed space.

"Finn! Finn? I - I came to surprise y' at work and you weren’t there. Are you okay?”

….

"Please don’t ignore me. I need to know ‘f yer hurt. I’ll break down the door if you don’t answer.”

It almost hurt how worried the huntsmen sounded. Voice clouded with anxiety, hoarse from yelling loud enough that someone would probably file a noise complaint or god forbid call the police. He paused to catch his breath, leaning against the painted wood. Finn could hear his breath, fuck, having four pairs of ears were disorienting. Picking up on so much… he was already overstimulated as it is. This was just cruel.

Huh.

This must be how it was for Daire. No wonder he sucked with noise control. Even Finn’s THOUGHTS felt like screams against his growing headache.

- 🦴 ( @lt-doberman )

Finn groaned, forcing himself to get up and open the door before things got worse. This felt worse than any sick day he ever experienced. It didn’t help that he had to completely change his posture and gait due to the tail. After a bit of stumbling, he finally made it to the door and opened it.

Sorry, I didn’t tell you about the… uh, sick day I’m taking.

Finn hid himself behind the door, foolishly hoping Daire wouldn’t notice and just leave. Finn really wanted to be left alone to wait out the magically given parts. But the universe never wants to give him peace when he wants it most, apparently.

[lt-doberman]

“I’m sorry."

Hesitantly a finger found its way to the archivist ear, scratching it with his gloved hand. Face dark with worry.

"I assume this is new."

…

“Is … where’s Clue?"

Why did he assume something happened to her?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Great. Just what Finn needed right now. His phone was blowing up from messages from a certain dog, who was now also practically abusing his door.

It was usually cute how needy Daire was.

Not so much however when he needed space.

"Finn! Finn? I - I came to surprise y' at work and you weren’t there. Are you okay?”

….

"Please don’t ignore me. I need to know ‘f yer hurt. I’ll break down the door if you don’t answer.”

It almost hurt how worried the huntsmen sounded. Voice clouded with anxiety, hoarse from yelling loud enough that someone would probably file a noise complaint or god forbid call the police. He paused to catch his breath, leaning against the painted wood. Finn could hear his breath, fuck, having four pairs of ears were disorienting. Picking up on so much… he was already overstimulated as it is. This was just cruel.

Huh.

This must be how it was for Daire. No wonder he sucked with noise control. Even Finn’s THOUGHTS felt like screams against his growing headache.

- 🦴 ( @lt-doberman )

Finn groaned, forcing himself to get up and open the door before things got worse. This felt worse than any sick day he ever experienced. It didn’t help that he had to completely change his posture and gait due to the tail. After a bit of stumbling, he finally made it to the door and opened it.

Sorry, I didn’t tell you about the… uh, sick day I’m taking.

Finn hid himself behind the door, foolishly hoping Daire wouldn’t notice and just leave. Finn really wanted to be left alone to wait out the magically given parts. But the universe never wants to give him peace when he wants it most, apparently.

[lt-doberman]

“Why would I freak…" his face dropped, expression subtly laced with horror. “…out."

Daire pushed past, slamming the door shut in such a display of force it made a horrible sound when it connected to the wall. The hunter kicked it behind him, not wanting anyone to catch a glimpse of Finn’s new form.

wow, don’t overreact lieutenant.

"What did you do… what - what happened?”

The man held Finn in place. Studying him with a growing pit of nausea. His chest moved up and down, trying to catch his breath as a growing pit of anxiety take over him. He might just have a panic attack.

“Fucking hell … Finn, you, I’ll figure this out. Don’t worry."

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Great. Just what Finn needed right now. His phone was blowing up from messages from a certain dog, who was now also practically abusing his door.

It was usually cute how needy Daire was.

Not so much however when he needed space.

"Finn! Finn? I - I came to surprise y' at work and you weren’t there. Are you okay?”

….

"Please don’t ignore me. I need to know ‘f yer hurt. I’ll break down the door if you don’t answer.”

It almost hurt how worried the huntsmen sounded. Voice clouded with anxiety, hoarse from yelling loud enough that someone would probably file a noise complaint or god forbid call the police. He paused to catch his breath, leaning against the painted wood. Finn could hear his breath, fuck, having four pairs of ears were disorienting. Picking up on so much… he was already overstimulated as it is. This was just cruel.

Huh.

This must be how it was for Daire. No wonder he sucked with noise control. Even Finn’s THOUGHTS felt like screams against his growing headache.

- 🦴 ( @lt-doberman )

Finn groaned, forcing himself to get up and open the door before things got worse. This felt worse than any sick day he ever experienced. It didn’t help that he had to completely change his posture and gait due to the tail. After a bit of stumbling, he finally made it to the door and opened it.

Sorry, I didn’t tell you about the… uh, sick day I’m taking.

Finn hid himself behind the door, foolishly hoping Daire wouldn’t notice and just leave. Finn really wanted to be left alone to wait out the magically given parts. But the universe never wants to give him peace when he wants it most, apparently.

[lt-doberman]

"It’s contagious cross-species? I thought that was reserved for the plague 'er somethin'!”

…

"Holy shit Finn'y do you have the plague?"

While usually one would take this as another example on the growing pile of reasons on why Daire Woods was a complete idiot. This… wasn’t ignorance. Intelligence lingered in the others eyes, clearly not taking the bait. Unless you counted using said bait to create scenarios in his head to justify why the archivist could possibly be acting this weird. What, was there someone in his house threatening him? Was Clue a hostage!?

No, that was farfetched at best. Calm Down boy.

“—Or is there somethin' yer not telling me. What is it, hm? Cat got your tongue?"

A gloved hand gripped the door. Fuck he was strong when he wanted to be, it didn’t budge under said hunters grip.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Great. Just what Finn needed right now. His phone was blowing up from messages from a certain dog, who was now also practically abusing his door.

It was usually cute how needy Daire was.

Not so much however when he needed space.

"Finn! Finn? I - I came to surprise y' at work and you weren’t there. Are you okay?”

….

"Please don’t ignore me. I need to know ‘f yer hurt. I’ll break down the door if you don’t answer.”

It almost hurt how worried the huntsmen sounded. Voice clouded with anxiety, hoarse from yelling loud enough that someone would probably file a noise complaint or god forbid call the police. He paused to catch his breath, leaning against the painted wood. Finn could hear his breath, fuck, having four pairs of ears were disorienting. Picking up on so much… he was already overstimulated as it is. This was just cruel.

Huh.

This must be how it was for Daire. No wonder he sucked with noise control. Even Finn’s THOUGHTS felt like screams against his growing headache.

- 🦴 ( @lt-doberman )

Finn groaned, forcing himself to get up and open the door before things got worse. This felt worse than any sick day he ever experienced. It didn’t help that he had to completely change his posture and gait due to the tail. After a bit of stumbling, he finally made it to the door and opened it.

Sorry, I didn’t tell you about the… uh, sick day I’m taking.

Finn hid himself behind the door, foolishly hoping Daire wouldn’t notice and just leave. Finn really wanted to be left alone to wait out the magically given parts. But the universe never wants to give him peace when he wants it most, apparently.

[lt-doberman]

"Sick? Shite - uhhhh - do you need anything then, like, erm, soup? I could make ye’ soup. M' not a very good chef but I could try. That’s what people do, right?”

That would be so cute but Finn didn’t know if this curse came with some weird changes to his chemistry. Is he allergic to onions now?

"Hope I didn’t wake you.”

Daire didn’t attempt to look inside but it was clear he planned to enter one way or another. Foot lodged so that the archivist couldn’t slam the door without hurting him. Sneaky bastard.

Finn noticed too late that a certain cursed appendage flickered with his new annoyance to the side, just within the man’s line of sight. He prayed Daire didn’t catch it, however, a hunter with his precision didn’t seem to miss a thing.

“Awwww y' got clue with you? Can I see?"

NO YOU CANNOT ACTUALLY.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Great. Just what Finn needed right now. His phone was blowing up from messages from a certain dog, who was now also practically abusing his door.

It was usually cute how needy Daire was.

Not so much however when he needed space.

"Finn! Finn? I - I came to surprise y' at work and you weren’t there. Are you okay?”

….

"Please don’t ignore me. I need to know ‘f yer hurt. I’ll break down the door if you don’t answer.”

It almost hurt how worried the huntsmen sounded. Voice clouded with anxiety, hoarse from yelling loud enough that someone would probably file a noise complaint or god forbid call the police. He paused to catch his breath, leaning against the painted wood. Finn could hear his breath, fuck, having four pairs of ears were disorienting. Picking up on so much… he was already overstimulated as it is. This was just cruel.

Huh.

This must be how it was for Daire. No wonder he sucked with noise control. Even Finn’s THOUGHTS felt like screams against his growing headache.

- 🦴 ( @lt-doberman )

Finn groaned, forcing himself to get up and open the door before things got worse. This felt worse than any sick day he ever experienced. It didn’t help that he had to completely change his posture and gait due to the tail. After a bit of stumbling, he finally made it to the door and opened it.

Sorry, I didn’t tell you about the… uh, sick day I’m taking.

Finn hid himself behind the door, foolishly hoping Daire wouldn’t notice and just leave. Finn really wanted to be left alone to wait out the magically given parts. But the universe never wants to give him peace when he wants it most, apparently.

[lt-doberman]

*pets you*

oh you all are just too kind! Hehe - hey, more to the right!

[lt-doberman]

Ngl you look more like a Labrador retriever

I’d . I’d hope I look more like a MAN cuz I’m a HUMAN MAN. haha yknow what I mean.

let me look this up.

Shit this does look like me.

[lt-doberman]

Hey mister Doberman,

I heard about a fae hanging around in a forest near Gotham.

The Fae apparently killed an hunter.

-anonymous tipper

THAT'S NOT GOOD.

Very not good.

Umh… I’d say I’ll check it out when I get the chance but I might just hide and call someone else to deal with it. I do not like the fae.

Thank you for the tip? If you have any updates please give me a call or make a detailed report. Wow.

[lt-doberman]

does the bullet in you make you like . 0.0001% cyborg? Thats so cool.

not cool that a kid got shot tho :(

stay safe???? I think?? give this old dog a call if you need anything.

sooooo

may or may not have gotten shot

[lt-doberman]

RP BLOGS!!!

Reblog this post if you allow magic anons

Magic Anons, or M! As, are users who send annonymous questions to ask blog that have some kind of magical effect on the blog for a certain duration of time.

[lt-doberman]

DO YOU NEED HELP?

I can come pick you up. Or like. Walk you somewhere safe. If you need a body guard. I have a suture kit and food in my van.

Maybe I shouldn’t invite kids into a van actually.

But if you need anything just ask. that’s insane.

sooooo

may or may not have gotten shot

[lt-doberman]

WHAT

ARE YOU OKAY??

sooooo

may or may not have gotten shot

[lt-doberman]

"True. But ‘ve been in a very short supply for years. N' it’s better to use holy water ON a monster so… eh. You get used to it.”

Daire froze, the only sign he enjoyed the pets company was his wagging tail. Oh he loved the attention.

…

Hopefully Fang wouldn’t mistake the insistent thing as a toy.

"’Ts okay. I get that a lot. Wonder if it’s the fur or the fact I use pet shampoo…. Glad to see it adds to my charm?"

.

“I’d be more worried ‘bout yer angelic smell. Angels are rank.”

HEY :( and after she called him endearing.

{1 new voicemail }

"....oh hi! Uhm hello Mr. Doberman, my names Alex angel, if you could call me back on *** ***** **** I'd really appreciate it. Thanks! Uh...bye!" {End of message}

*she had heard through a friend of a friend that there was a hit out for her, and wanted to nip the problem in the bud before it came for her*

-@celestiosapien

"Thank you for calling Huntsmen United! Hello, This is Lieutenant Doberman, Certified Monster Hunter and sponsor of the NYC hunting branch! Our agent will be with you in a moment!"

(AUDIO MESSAGE SENT.)

"HELL—O! ANGEL! My… what a curious name. I wonder if it’s a descriptor… heh, just kidding! Ow - Ow - sorry technical issues!"

(There was a sound similar to duck tape.)

"Uhh… at Huntsmen United we take our job very seriously, please send a report below and we will do a physical examination of the area as soon as we are free! If the mission is about you or someone else, please specify what in the last three months caused suspicion! Is that the line… Thank you for calling, and don’t worry, the hunt waits for no one!"