#Corgi Companion

[jadeannbyrne]

Of Midnight Oil and Modern Marvels: Jade's Fuel-Filled Odyssey

In the quiet hours of the night, beneath the fluorescent glow of the gas station canopy, my story intertwines with the hum of the American heartland. As a nocturnal guardian of the pumps during my college years, I shared whispers and laughter with the ghosts of Route 66, all while my heart pledged allegiance to the noble colors of Royal Dutch Shell. “Wij zijn meer dan vrienden, we zijn familie,”…

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Horace

Prompt fill for "a last minute emergency means they have to bring someone else with them on the date (e.g. child, little sibling, pet)" from here featuring Modern AU Beatrice and Zevlor...and Horace the corgi. SFW.

Special shoutout to @notyournhaama for continued support and choosing the prompt!

Beatrice: Hey Zev, turns out my roommate fucked off for the weekend and since my mum is away, I’ll need to bring Horace on our date. Is that okay? If not, that’s totally understandable and we can reschedule for another time.

Zevlor: No problem at all. See you tomorrow. <3

Beatrice: Thank you so much! See you then <3

***

“Ah, so that’s the famous Horace.” Zevlor teased as Beatrice and her corgi Horace approached him at the entrance to Bloomridge Park. This was their fifth date, for which he planned a romantic picnic in what he discovered to be her favorite park in Baldur’s Gate. My goodness, she looks stunning. What a pretty lavender sundress she’s wearing that shows off all her…assets. He glanced at the corgi and offered his hand for the dog to sniff. I see I meet with his approval. Good, good. I do so very much like your mistress, Horace.

Beatrice was beaming at the two. “Aw, you two are adorable! I’m sorry about—”

He met her gaze and smiled affectionately. She’s blushing! She’s truly the sweetest. “I told you---it’s not a problem, my dear. I even packed a treat or two for a certain good boy.”

Her brown eyes widened as she took the arm he offered her. “You didn’t have to! Now I feel bad. I can reimburse you, if you want.”

Like Hells you will, darling. “Bea, please. A few treats and a tennis ball didn’t put me out that much. My army pension and work at the bakery are more than enough, so please don’t worry.” She’s been open and honest with me about her anxiety…I do not wish to add to it.

“Okay, Zev.”

My gods, my heart is going to beat through my chest. The way she said my name. That sweet little smile. How…why…does she want me? Finding a bench under the shade of a large tree, he unpacked their picnic while she poured some water in a portable bowl for Horace. “Granted, I know little of how to train pet therapy dogs, but I’d say you’re doing famously with him, darling.”

Taking a bite of the salad he made, she smiled, her freckled cheeks flushing. “Oh thank you! Honestly, he makes it really easy. Horace has always been very chill, doesn’t go crazy barking at everything…anyways, I’m glad you like him. Or at least, tolerate him.” She took another bite and leaned back against the bench, chewing thoughtfully. “I couldn’t be with someone who didn’t like him.” Beatrice turned her head, her gaze meeting his.

Lathander’s light, is she—

Zevlor swallowed. “Am I that someone?” Please, let it be me.

“If you want to be.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and he thought at first, he did not hear her correctly. Before he could respond, she continued and began to ramble adorably. “I know you’re older than me. You’re a tiefling. I’m a half-drow. You’re from Elturel. I’m from the Gate. But…” Her nose scrunched a little as she pouted even more adorably. Good gods, I’m not going to be able to say no to her, am I? “I like you, Zevlor. I’ve not had the best time dating,” Give me names, darling. “But with you? It’s been lovely so far, and I hope we…we…um…” She had neglected to notice Zevlor’s face inching closer to hers until their lips almost touched. “We could date? If that’s something you want? I—”

As his lips touched hers, he quite deftly removed the container of salad from her hands and placed it behind her. His hands then settled on her ample waist as he inched closer to her. “There’s nothing I want more, sweetheart.”

“Oh thank fuck for that, because I was so worried—”

He hummed softly as he kissed her again, and this time, he tugged on her lower lip ever so slightly. “You needn’t worry. Not anymore.”

Zevlor was not sure why those particular words resonated with his lady.

All he knew was that after he said that she blushed more, squealed, wrapping her long arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth.

Which was interrupted by Beatrice yelping when Horace licked her leg.

Horace, I thought you were on my side here!

“You naughty boy!” She laughed and picked up the corgi who began to lick him as well as her. “Mummy getting too much attention from Zev? Well too bad, Horace, because he’s going to be spending a lot more time with us.”

Those words resonated with Zevlor for all too familiar reasons. Since their first date (though if I’m being honest with myself, from the moment I saw her walk into Bex’s with her friend), he imagined them spending time together. However, he surprised himself with how domestic most of his fantasies were---cuddling, planning dates together, stealing kisses, holding her hand. Those were the fantasies that made him feel happy. And then there are the less than wholesome fantasies that make me feel like an old lecher.

She rubbed Horace’s head before placing him back on the blanket at her and Zevlor’s feet. “Maybe spending more time together…today?” Beatrice grinned. “With Nadia gone, I have the entire loft to myself. I could give you the grand tour,” Gods, you have the sweetest laugh. “And maybe watch a movie? Sit out on the deck? Whatever you want, Zev.”

Where have you been all my life? All the hardship and heartbreak…the horrors of war…being forced to leave Elturel…starting over in Baldur’s Gate…it’s all led me to you. Reaching for his beer, he sipped as he leaned back and with his other arm, wrapped it around her. “That sounds lovely, darling.”

She grabbed the container of salad and continued to eat. “Don’t worry---I’ll make sure to lock my bedroom door, so we don’t have Horace barging—OH.” Hilariously, she froze, her brown eyes wide. “What I mean is…umm…”

Alright, Zevlor. Let’s see if you still have it.

“As wonderful as Horace is, dear, the only tongue I want near me in your bedroom is yours.” He quipped, sipping his beer and smirking upon seeing her face blush darker than he had ever seen it.

Still got it.

[bunnyminicafe]

This is all build a bears in the Bunny Cafe hoard!

[dog-breeds-in-posts]

Harper (RIP little old lady) didn’t really have a clear breed. She’s the size of a typical housecat. We believe she was mostly a Dachshund/Chihuahua mix, but she jumped like a Jack Russell Terrier and the way she held her paw up when focusing on something is characteristic of the Beagle. So we think she also has a little of those two breeds.

But the biggest mystery of all was on the back of her neck. She had this ridge of fur typically only seen on the Rhodesian Ridgeback, and she was far too small for us to believe that’s in her mix.

Are we on the money or do you think we may be off?

(Fun fact: During her middle-aged years, she had sculpted muscles. You can kind of see it in the fourth photo, but it was more apparent on her back and back legs when she put her paws up on the car window on the way to the park.)

What a funny little lady you had there! I would also guess Chihuahua or maybe Rat Terrier in there, but I almost wonder if she's got some Corgi in her instead of Dachshund as the source of those short little legs. Breeding a very short-coated dog to a medium/long-coated dog can sometimes lead to hair sticking up in odd places or patterns, and her face and head and neck looks a little more Corgi-ish to me instead of Dachshund. Doxies generally have narrower, longer heads with not so defined a stop, and less loose skin around their necks; then again, with a melting pot mutt mix it's never easy to tell, so I could be wrong. Maybe she did have like 1.4% Rhodesian Ridgeback in her, who knows--it's certainly possible for the smaller breeds in the mix to mask that sort of size. Ultimately, guessing breeds in mixes is always going to be an inexact science.

Regardless, she seems to have been a wonderful little lady, and gets an unofficial official AKC Certification of Good Girl from me 👍 I'm glad you had such a wonderful pup light up your life for the time she was with you. May her memory continue to bring you joy. ❤️

[amnestria-the-elf]

BG3 Origin Companions as Dog Breeds

Wyll is a German Shepherd. He hunts his prey with a single-minded tenacity bordering on mania, but when not on the job he is surprisingly waggy, loyal, and sweet. If anyone threatens his pack he will go right for their throat.

Karlach is a Golden Retriever. She has boundless enthusiastic energy for whatever is happening, is loyal to her dying breath, and cuddly as hell. Don't come between Mama K and her brood, or she'll show you her fangs.

Gale is a Corgi. He has big brown eyes that he knows are beautiful and uses that to his advantage, is comfortable around royalty, and enjoys an afternoon tea. It is also very difficult to get him to stop yapping.

Lae'zel is a Dachshund. Listen, those little bastards have the heart of a dragon trapped inside the body of a weasel. They were bred to hunt badgers. You think Lae'zel is going to let something like a badger get in her way? Didn't think so. She'll rip out your throat and then poop in your shoe just to show you exactly what she thinks of you. But if you earn her trust she might let you pick her up and cuddle her.

Shadowheart is an Afghan Hound. She is dignified, independent, and aloof, with fur that is and will always be more beautiful than yours. She is cautious around strangers and takes a while to warm up, but once she accepts you as part of her pack she'll allow you to pet her.

Astarion is a cat.

[zhelin-thames]

Danny, Dex-Starr, Cujo, Hope Corgi, and a Playdate

here you go bianca-hooks123

Masterpost

Danny, Dex-Starr, and Cujo are joined by Hope Corgi in an intergalactic park designed for Lantern Corps members and their animal companions. The park is vibrant, with floating platforms, glowing fields, and zero-gravity fetch zones.

Hope Corgi: [Bounding over to Cujo and Dex-Starr, his blue aura glowing brightly] “Friends! Friends! Playtime!”

Cujo: [Barking excitedly, tail wagging] “Woof woof!”

Dex-Starr: [Rolling his eyes] “This is ridiculous. I’m a Red Lantern. I don’t play.”

Hope Corgi drops a glowing blue ball in front of Dex-Starr and barks happily.

Hope Corgi: *“Everyone can play! Even grumpy kitties!”

Danny: [Grinning] “Go on, Dex. Don’t make the space dog sad. You don’t wanna be that guy.”

Dex-Starr: [Glaring at Danny] “I hate you.”

Danny: *“You hate everyone. It’s fine.”

Reluctantly, Dex-Starr bats the glowing ball with his paw, sending it flying across the park. Cujo and Hope Corgi immediately chase after it, barking and yipping with excitement.

Danny: [Watching the chaos unfold] “See? Isn’t this better than being mad at everything?”

Dex-Starr: [Sitting down, his tail swishing lazily] “Hmph. I’ll admit… it’s less boring than usual.”

Cujo returns with the ball, dropping it at Dex-Starr’s feet. The glowing green ecto-dog barks excitedly, and Dex-Starr can’t help but smirk slightly.

Dex-Starr: *“Fine. One more time.”

Dex-Starr launches the ball into the air with a plasma-enhanced swipe, and the game continues. Danny grins as he watches the three glowing animals tear across the park, their auras blending into a dazzling display of green, red, and blue.

As the playdate wraps up, Hope Corgi curls up next to Cujo, both dogs happily panting from the exercise. Dex-Starr perches on a nearby ledge, licking his paw and pretending not to care.

Danny: [Leaning against the ledge] “You know, for someone who doesn’t play, you seemed to have a good time.”

Dex-Starr: [Snorting] “Don’t get used to it, ghost-boy.”

Cujo trots over and plops down next to Dex-Starr, resting his head on the cat’s back. Dex-Starr tenses, then sighs, his red aura dimming almost entirely.

Dex-Starr: *“…Fine. He’s tolerable.”

Danny: [Laughing softly] “Yeah, yeah, you’re a big softie. Admit it.”

Dex-Starr growls halfheartedly but doesn’t move as Cujo starts snoring. Danny smiles, realizing he’s just witnessed a miracle: the angry Red Lantern cat letting his guard down.

[arliganzey]

Pretend with me that strills have a genetic diversity similar to earth dogs.

In general, I think strills are komodo dragons with velvet pitbull fur and the wrinkles of a Sharpei over its body (less so around the face for eyesight). Lizard mammal hyena dogs, if you will.

Lord Mirdalan is your basic hunting strill: short fur, gliding skin flaps, can climb and swim and run. It is highly independent and intelligent while also being totally obedient to its owner.

What if there were also…

Guard strills: bigger than your typical strill with longer fur to block out the elements (cold, rain wind). They are bred to be independent but also extremely loyal to protect its flock/pack (livestock/Mando family). These strills guard the perimeter of a given area and will sound the alarm and brutally fight off any threats. They have longer, slightly more upright necks/shoulders so they can see into the distance and keep a look out. They aren’t nose to the ground hunters, they rely more on eyesight.

Herding strills: shorter and much faster (think corgi legs). These are stubborn strills bred to adamantly herd livestock (and kids sometimes!). They’re intelligent thinkers and can do problem solving tasks. Extremely fast and agile. Their claws aren’t as long as other breeds, they’re equipped more for running than climbing. Might have shorter snouts to help with maneuvering around livestock.

Companion strill: hear me out. There’s a very rare breed of strill that’s about half the size of a regular strill that’s been bred to be emotionally aware of its owners, a bit lazy, and loves attention and close contact. These are strills that thrive in big clans with age extremes (very young and very elderly) and provide support in tough times. They’re playful and love to learn tricks and play games. They can hunt pests and keep farms tidy of mice and things.

I like the idea of strills having different color coats too! Mird is gold, maybe there’s also black, brown, blue/gray, white… patterns, perhaps…? Not opposed to colors like purple or pink either!

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk ❤️

[dog-breeds-in-posts]

*cracks knuckles*

Beagle/Toy Fox Terrier (ngl I cannot get a good look at this little beast and he is Stumping Me so this is my best guess. He's probably a mix of some sort but idk I've been staring at this blurry dude for a half hour and cannot)

Papillon/Pembroke Welsh Corgi

Rottweiler

Husky

Whippet

Boxer/American Pit Bull Terrier

American Pit Bull Terrier/Smooth-Coated Collie

Yorkshire Terrier/Miniature Schnauzer

Golden Retriever

Jack Russel Terrier/Pembroke Welsh Corgi

All dogs in the shelter were allowed to choose a toy as a Christmas present (via) (volume warning)

[gothicflowers]

John Price x f!Reader

“Of course my love, always”

SFW + Fluff

“Hello, names John price. Laswell has told me all about you” the broad shouldered British man eagerly shook your hand.

You could feel your face heating up at the sight of him “All good things I hope”

“Well you are as beautiful as she said” he said before he could think.

“You always this cheeky” you ask

“Of course my love, always” he grinned

Stretching out your arms you look to John “Thank goodness we got all that paperwork done”

“Agreed, i don’t even want to look at my computer for the next week” John lets out a sigh and sinks into his chair.

“Understandable” you giggle at his tired expression “and with how late it is I refuse to cook dinner when I get home” your stomach rumbling since it was almost ten at night.

John perks up with a idea “Pub down the end of the street has good food, come with me”

Cocking your eyebrow you take a chance to flirt with him “You asking me out to dinner John”

“Only if you accept” a cheeky smile shines across his tired face.

“A dance studio” John asks intrigued.

“That’s the dream, I still work as a choreographer when I actually have time” you giggle at his surprise. Walking back over you hand him a cup of coffee.

“You sure are full of surprises” John never fails to be amazed at your talents.

“They charge you too much for rent for this bullshit” John grunts as he’s trying to fix the kitchen sink

“I know, landlord won’t even call a repair company for anything” your hands on your hips as you watch him work. He insisted you go back to watching your show, but who would pass up watching him in a fitted shirt and jeans.

“How about we stop trying to keep this place from flooding and you just move it with me” John’s expression was dead serious.

“You’re ready to wake up to me every morning”

John sets the wrench on the floor and looks at you with adoration “Of course my love, always”

“We should get a dog” you casually said as you made the way up the steps to his mom’s home.

“A dog” John had never considered getting a dog before, always on missions without someone to watch a furry companion.

“Yes, like a corgi” your fascination with the dog breed was something you loved to talk about.

“How about a fish”

“How long” you asked trying to gather your feelings. You’re still getting used to the idea him leaving not just as your boss, but as your partner.

“Two months, give or take a few weeks” John nonchalantly says as he throws the ball for the corgi puppy he got you.

“You promise to come back to me” you wrap your arms around him looking into his golden brown eyes.

“Of course my love, always” John leans in to kiss you.

You heard the front door open and close and a gruff voice trying to calm the excited dog greeting him.

“You’re back” you round the corner excitedly.

“As promised” John looks up at you and his body language visibly relaxes at the sight of you. Home.

“Sooner than expected” you smile

His hands pull you in close “Told the boss lady to speed things up, have someone waiting on me at home” a smirk comes across his lips as he leans down to kiss you.

You both relax on the beach watching the sunset during your much needed vacation. Sitting on the blanket with your drink in hand you watch as John shifts to his knees.

“I had a whole speech planned out for this. But I don’t think I’ll ever have the right words to describe my love for you. Will you marry me” John asks breathlessly awaiting your response.

You couldn’t get the words out at first, just nodding yes over and over. “Of course” you blurt out as a tear of joy falls.

“How long” you ask. You could tell by John’s body language he was not confident about this mission.

He sighs as his hand come to the back of his neck “I don’t know”

“You come back to me, promise” your loving voice says to him. You’d wait an eternity if that’s what it takes.

“Of course my love, always” John nods with a half assured smile, worried that he might break his promise this time.

“John, what happened” you caress his cheek looking at the stitched up cut. Hugging him gently not to hurt his slow healing bullet wounds.

“I’m alive don’t worry about the rest” he knew seeing the tears coming from your eyes he couldn’t let this happen again.

“You came back, and that’s all that matters”

“Of course my love, always”

“You don’t have go to the store with me, you’ve been gone nine months. Rest my love” you tell him. He hasn’t left your warm embrace all week since his return.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m going with. Being around you is my peace and rest”

“I’m sorry, there’s no heartbeat” the doctor says to you both. Your heart shatters into a million pieces. John’s heart breaks at the loss and watching the most important person in his life fall apart in his arms.

“Is it something I did, is there something I could have done” you sob.

“Unfortunately miscarriages are more likely in the first trimester. You did nothing wrong Mrs.Price.” The doctor softly replied as you cried into John’s chest.

“It’s going to be okay, we’re gonna get through this together” John whispers while kissing your temple.

“I love you” you say through the tears.

John’s hand squeezes yours “I love you always”

“Enjoy the retirement captain” ghost says to John. A bittersweet moment to their paths departing one another. They’ll meet again someday you’re sure, but not like this. Just as friends

“Take care Simon” John says softly

“Always John” Simon says with a soft smile.

“You ok love” you whisper to John as he sits up in the bed from his nightmare.

“You’re still by me, so of course my love, always”

John quickly grabs the ringing phone “Thank you for calling Artistry Dance Studio, how can I help you. Yes the owner is in, would you like to speak with her” if you would have told John fifteen years ago he’d be retired and helping run his wife’s dance studio he’d have laughed. But he’s happy.

“boy or girl” he softly asked.

“It’s a girl” the nurse said.

John didn’t have words, he only had tears of joy as the newborn was placed on your chest.

“Are you gonna be here to pick me after” the shy little girl asks John.

“Of course my love, always” he was wrapped around his daughter’s finger. He watched her walk into the preschool classroom and take her seat trying not to cry.

You all sat down outside on the porch enjoying the weather and John’s culinary skills that prepared dinner.

“Taste alright” John questioned.

“Of course my love, always” you happily replied.

Looking at your daughter you nod at John giving him the green light. “You know how you asked for another sister” John told his little girl. She nods excitedly.

“You’re getting two more little sisters” you happily say. Yours and John’s little five year old couldn’t contain her excitement.

“Can you grab your sisters blankets from inside” John asks his eldest daughter.

“If I do can I grab a chocolate from the jar” your daughter that is so much like her father asks.

John whispers to her. “Yes, don’t let your sisters see though. They’ll wipe the jar clean of what’s left”

“Thanks dad” her little voice whispers back.

“Of course my love” he smiles watching her run back inside.

John bear hugs all his daughters after handing them each a bouquet of flowers. The twins first ballet show and your eldest first solo performance. “You did such a beautiful job my loves. I’m so proud of you all” he turns to you after putting them down. He hands you a bouquet of your favorite flowers “and you my love, as amazing show as always” he gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

You giggle “Thank you. You know, I should have gotten my assistant flowers as well.” Your finger hooks onto his belt loop discreetly, pulling him just a little closer “He actually hand sewed three costumes, I think I’m gonna give him something better than flowers.” you sweetly said. John’s face turns just a little pink at your words.

“Hey dad” your oldest runs into the house almost yelling “I passed my permit! Can we go practice driving now” she was overjoyed to learn.

“Good job kiddo, of course we can. Let me grab my coat” John was excited to teach her, but it also means his baby was getting older. She looks just like her mom only with John’s dark hair. And no matter how old she gets he still sees her as a chubby baby, gripping his finger as he rocked her to sleep.

“Mom! She took them again!” The oldest twin yells out from her room.

You sigh as your two teenagers always bicker over yet another pair of shoes, last week it was over a pink skirt. It wasn’t even theirs, it was yours.

“I’ll talk to her when she gets home, just wear her black ones” never in a million years did you think that this was the hardest part of having twins. Clothing and shoes.

“Oh love, come here” you pull a tearfulJohn into your arms. Today was the twins high school graduation. John was excited to see his girls graduate, but was devastated his little girls were growing up. “I’m just not ready for them to leave, they’re so big. My little girls” john says trying to choke back the tears. John cried when his oldest graduated and now as his twins do.

“You know, they didn’t get it from me” he looks down at you in his arms as you both cuddled on the couch. Looking at your adult daughters who all came home for Christmas.

“Get what” you laughed.

“One is a lawyer, one’s a doctor, one’s an astrophysicist. I could barely write a report. All those incredible brains are definitely your dna.” John points out.

“I’d say it’s a mix, I might be smart but they have your determination to succeed.”

Simon and John sit on the porch drinking tea. They’d been at their conversation for over five hours.

“Three” Simon repeated John’s words shocked.

John laughed “Yup, all three are getting married this summer”

“John my love” you whisper to John as he tosses and turns in the bed from his nightmare. It had been almost thirty years since his last mission. The nightmares are few and far between now days.

John opens his tired eyes and looks at you.

“I’m alright my love” his hand hold yours as you both fall back asleep.

“Grandpa! Grandpa! Come play with us!” Your youngest grandson yells for John. All three daughters and their spouses plus the seven grandchildren gathered in yours and John’s home for Christmas. Laughter filled the air as the children played. John’s arm still hung around your waist.

“And to think this is all because Laswell insisted I have an assistant” he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I almost told her no” you giggle.

“You never told me that” John said surprised.

Laughing at the memory “Laswell showed me your file. I didn’t even read it fully. I seen your photo and knew I had to have you”

John’s hand came down to your butt to give it a little pat “You cheeky woman” even in his older age John always flirted with you.

“Alright kids, smile” your eldest daughter tells all the kids as the photographer takes the photo. You made it a mission to get family photos done every two years. And this year was the easiest with all the grandkids being in their teens.

“Smile or I’m tickling you all till you buggers are blue” John says resulting in laughter from everyone.

“You look just as beautiful as the day we got married here” John says as he helps you to your seats at your grandsons wedding.

“Oh john, you always remind me. You’ll never let me forget” you kiss his cheek admiring his now aged face and grey beard.

“Of course my love, Always”

“Three daughters, seven grandchildren and fifteen great grandchildren” John’s deep voice pulls you from your book.

“Grandpa, how did you meet grandma” your great granddaughter asks.

“Come, all you rascals. Let me tell you about how I managed to get such a wonderful woman.” John proudly boasts.

The living room that once was just you, John and your firstborn has turned into a crowded room full of generations. Everyone gathered around in the living room as John starts his story.

“Promise you’ll wait for me” your old aged hand grabs his weak one. You smiled at the love of your life as you’re both surrounded by your daughters.

“Of course my love, always” he smiles as he looks around at the greatest love he’s ever known and the three beautiful women they raised. He closes his eyes smiling and took his last breath.

You open your eyes as you stood in your small home in the country. Your favorite record playing on the turntable, sweet sent of vanilla filling the air. You turn to the mirror. You’re young again. In the reflection you see him, standing in his faded jeans and a half buttoned up shirt. Turning to him you smiled

“You waited for me” you both walked towards each other meeting in the middle of the room. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you close. Admiring the details on his face, just as he was the day you first met. Eyes filled with the same love he departed the wold with.

“Of course my love, always”

[mosswiind]

the veilguard companions as dog breeds:

Bellara:

Bellara is a Nova Scotia Duck Toller. She's so happy to see you! She's adept at finding things you need her to find, and the same amount of adept at getting into things she shouldn't.

Honorable mentions: Golden Retriever , Poodle

Davrin:

Davrin is a border collie. He loves a task, and requires constant enrichment or else he gets a little stir crazy (see: whittling). He is a capable hunter and herder, and he is very protective of his "flock."

Honorable mentions: Great Dane, Husky

Emmrich:

Emmrich is a borzoi - long, lean, regal, anxious, and tired. He's happy to be independent, but will not reject any affection pointed his way. Man's a hose goat.

Honorable mentions: Afghan Hound, Greyhound

Harding:

Harding is a Sheltie. Small, fast, friendly, good with kids, and ready to kill at a moment's notice.

Honorable mentions: Corgi, Pomeranian

Lucanis:

Lucanis Dellamorte is a Doberman. Intelligent, alert, and fiercely loyal, and assumed to be exclusively violent and aggressive.

Honorable mentions: Shiba Inu, Vizsla

Neve:

Neve is a black lab. She's a working dog, happiest when she has a task to do, and she's very good at what she does. She's also holding it together for everyone, which is very Black Lab of her.

Honorable mentions: German Shepherd

Taash:

Taash is a boxer. Well suited for big game hunting, and kind of a baby when they're not working. Very enthusiastic about their people, and very loyal.

Honorable mentions: Cane Corso

[dog-breeds-in-posts]

Pembroke Welsh Corgi/American Spitz (aka American Eskimo)

Running in the snow

[the-moon-smiles-upon-you]

~Moon Dogs~

Moon Dogs, also called a ‘mock moon’ or ‘paraselene’, are a meteorological event caused by the refraction of light on ice crystals in cirrus clouds.

They appear as two bright spots on either side of the moon, connected to the moon’s halo.

In many mythologies, dogs are considered messengers and companions to the moon, hence the term ‘moon dogs’ for this phenomena. The lights are seen as the moon’s loyal canine compatriots, flanking it on either side.

~Moon Dogs in the realm of The Smiling God~

The Moon Dogs of The Smiling God take the form of a pair of coyotes. The sound of their yipping, howling, and cackling always heralds His arrival. Each Aspect of The Smiling God has their own personal associated form of Moon Dogs. The forms are as follows:

January: The Wolf Mother: A large pair of white Dire Wolves to protect her pack.

February: The Galanthus Queen: A pair of fluffy Alaskan Malamutes to pull her sled.

March: Our Lady of the Worms: A pair of Xoloitcuintli to help her ferry souls from our world to the next.

April: The Blooming Phlox Maiden: A pair of friendly Golden Retrievers to frolic in the sun with her.

May: The Jackalope: A pair of mischievous Welsh Corgis to play along with the Jackalope’s fae and tricksy whims.

June: The Kelpie: A pair of Vietnamese Ridgebacks to swim in the shallow waters of the Kelpie’s domaine.

July: The Golden Stag: A pair of long-legged Scottish Deerhounds to run through the forest with The Stag.

August: The Sturgeon Woman: A pair of strong and affectionate Pit-Bulls to help care for and protect The Sturgeon Woman’s young.

September: The Harvestman: A pair of Border Collies to herd The Harvestman’s flock.

October: The Sanguine Witch: A pair of black German Shepherds to act as The Witch’s familiars.

November: The Hunter: A pair of Bloodhounds to assist with The Wild Hunt.

December: The Sleeping Oak King: A pair of Great Pyrenees to keep The Oak King warm on chilly nights.

[theheartmold]

thoughts about illario and colorful birds? not falcons or other fancy "manly" birds you see with the upper classes for falconry and the like. I mean songbirds, parrots, cockatoos, birds like that! or honestly, as I wrote this I realized that maybe Illario had the sort of pets that could be considered "rare" on a nonspecific medieval-historical setting. Maybe corgies like Queen Charlotte (although timeline wise that period was later on? maybe? who knows with dragon age), or rarer animals that could be a "curiosity" and also demonstrate the Dellamorte's wealth and status but are not necessarily good companions, just good ways to show wealth.

i just really like the idea of illario with a songbird... yessss king put that pretty bird in a gilded cage that it can't escape and only knows how to perform!!!!!!!!!!!! do not read into this ever!!!!!!!!!

[rainbow-zebra-art]

Flat color commission for Soundwave3591, part 2/3. This is a set of scenes featuring a RWBY OC Sherry Valewood, a younger sister of Amber (aka Fall Maiden), and her little companion Tiddlywinks the corgi 😊

Sherry has just arrived home from school and happy Tiddlywinks is welcoming her!

Sherry comes from here: “My Brother’s Keeper” RWBY AU gallery

[dog-breeds-in-posts]

Border Collie/Labrador Retriever

Pug

Shih Tzu

Chihuahua/Pembroke Welsh Corgi

German Spitz

Chihuahua/Rat Terrier

Some doggo doodles I made

IG, twitter, ko-fi: @doggobloc

[mrsoharaa]

Ꮺ ❥ 𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓

characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

content warnings: slight blood/wounds, fluff

You had an excruciating, long tiring day of work. Your entire body felt like it was on the verge of violently collapsing from how many hours you were picking up at the hospital, due to the lack of staff and the consistent tirelessness engagement with the patients.

You exhale a protracted exasperated sigh, mangling your keys into the door slot of your apartment. Fumbling a bit with the keyhole, you grumbled out a frustrated grunt- already too exhausted to deal with any small inconveniences that just added to your weighted stress hauling you down.

You roll your heavy eyelids, listening to the harmonious click of your door finally opening. A more relaxed and satisfied breath slips pass your lips.

Prying your door open, you stepped into your dim lit apartment, locked the door behind you and tossed your keys onto the entry table near your door. Hearing nothing but complete, utter silence that scoured through your home.

You cocked a brow in confusion, normally your Welsh Corgi- Cheddar, would be enthusiastically welcoming you home with consistent happy barks and jumping all over your legs with eccentric tail wags the moment the doorknob twists and turns from you arrival from work.

"Cheddar? I'm home!" you call out, hearing nothing but pure, unsettled silence.

A strange, long awkward silence that almost engraved chills down the stride of your stilled body.

You tilt your head a bit, flickering on the hallway light as you made your way through your soundless loft. Searching through each room carefully for your adorable pup.

He couldn't have escaped from the house, you made sure you locked your door. And he surely couldn't climb out a window. His legs were too short and stubby.

So...where was he?

"Cheddar? come here baby! mama's home!" you exclaimed once more, emerging from your quieted bedroom, pacing your way into your lit living room. You skimmed around but still nothing.

"Huh, where the hell is that dog-- woof! woof!" your head immediately spritz around to the sound of your yelping dog, twirling on your feet you gaze down at your barking, fluffy companion "There you are silly! don't do that again! nearly gave mama a heart attack!" you exhaled a burdensome sigh of relieve, watching your small pup continue barking upward, his tail wagging wildly, fangs hardly protracting from his continuous barks.

Your brows knit together confusingly, wondering what it was, he was barking at.

Too focus on your noisy pet, you felt a drop of liquid plop onto your right shoulder. Glimpsing onto your limb, you notice a deep crimson colored dot stain into your teal scrubs.

"What the-- woof! woof!" your dog continues, his tail still wagging side to side in such a ravenous pace. You shush him, feeling another droplet of crimson liquid permeate onto your clothed shoulder. Plucking your finger onto the soften fabric of your work scrub, you leer closer to the familiar, strong scent of iron on the pad of your finger.

"Blood...?" you blinked slowly, gradually lifting your head upward to see a bulked, hovering man wearing a strange red and blue suit clinging onto the ceiling of your apartment.

Nearly jumping backwards onto your heels, you covered your gaping mouth quickly and watched the looming, crouching man stuck on your ceiling waver a finger over his mask.

"Shh, not a word, señora" his voice was deep, smooth-- velvet like, still a bit muffled behind that thin fabric, but still gentle and hoarse. It was almost comforting and reeling.

How did he get up there? How was he clinging to the ceiling the way that he was?

Your body immediately stiffens, watching the man grunt heavily, painfully almost as he tries to crawl his way off from your ceiling. But the moment he inches his way closer towards your open window, he looses his grip amongst the ceiling and clashes brutally down onto your wooden floor. Heaves out another, pitched painful grunt this time. Your widen irises skim directly to where his large hands were strictly pinned, onto his right side.

Notices a tremendous amount of pooling blood seep through the side of his suited body.

"Oh no..." you mumble under your breath, quickly kicking off your feet towards the injured, mysterious costumed man.

Kneeling down before him, you waved out your small hands to aid him, but felt his right hand abruptly clasp onto your wrist. Ceasing you from reaching out towards him, his masked face turning in your direction "I'm fine-" he gruffs with another discomforted groan, his left hand holding onto dear life onto his bleeding out torso "Please, I'm a nurse I can help" you murmur softly, gazing over his strangely suited, yet tremendously built figure.

He blankly stares at you for a long moment, sighing heavily as he carefully lays his wounded, weighted body down onto your harden floor.

୨ ♡ ୧

After a half an hour of patching up the mysterious man's side, you softly glance up from his strange outfit to the fitted mask that shielded his cryptic face. Truly, you were inquisitively curious as to what he looked like beneath that unusual mask, but you avoided to pry. No matter how much it gnawed at your curiosity.

"There, all patched up- at least, momentarily" you weave out a soft breath, finishing up stitching up the long, deepen gash that carved from his stocked torso "Though, I do highly advise that you seek proper medical treatment" you advised, putting away your little emergency stash of stitches and other medical supplies back into your little box you kept beneath your bathroom sink. You watch the man groan lowly, rolling his broaden shoulders as he hisses out a muffled, sustaining grunt. Feels a throbbing ache nag at his freshly inflicted wound "This will do, thank you" He stands up to his feet, takes a step forward only to be pushed back slightly by your giddy, curious dog jumping at the soaring man.

You could see the indent of a crooked brow within his mask glancing down at your dog with such confusion.

Strange.

Cheddar was never really too found of male guests.

So, what was it about this particular man that he liked?

"Odd, Cheddar doesn't really care much for men...but with you..." you tilt your head in curiosity, glimpsing from your surprisingly happy eccentric pup to the towering, strange man still wearing an odd costume.

"Cheddar? you named your dog after a type of cheese?" he tilts his head, watching the playful dog dart off to retrieve a toy, only to plant back down in front of the hovering man with said toy in it's mouth "It's cute! he's cute! it suits him!" you exclaimed, listening to the tall mans sleek voice chuckle in the most subtle, gentle way. Radiates a swarm of butterflies to flutter in the pits of your simulated belly.

"Right, well thank you for your care but I need to get going一" he slightly leans forward to subtly pet the top of Cheddar's head and paces over to your closed window, halts immediately when he see's a violent rush of pivoting rain pour down from the darken, shrouded skies.

Sighs in disbelief and annoyance, slugging his lengthy shoulders from the inconvenience.

"Seems like you can't go anywhere for the time being..." you called out softly, cleaning up the remaining mess of your medical supplies and the stained hand towels that drenched of his oozing blood.

"Stay, I can make you something to eat or...something" you smile, watching his slouching, hefty frame slightly turn back towards your direction "...So you're just willing to offer a random stranger, wearing strange clothing, bleeding out on your floor, and invading your home with a hot meal?" he remarks blandly, questionably, you giggle, shrugging "Why not? I'm a nurse, caring is part of the job...and for what it's worth一 I can cook a mean Lasagna" you brim your gleaming smile towards the conflicted, mysterious man.

He knew he shouldn't.

He shouldn't implore of staying. He was a busy man.

Always on the go.

But there was just something about you, your kind, gentle spirit that radiated such purity and endearment that wooed the stoic, man's soul. Plus...it didn't seem like the horrendous storm outside was stopping any time sooner.

"...I don't want to implore" he mumbles deeply, studying your skipping figure prance into your open kitchen, already preparing for your shared dinner "You're not imploring! plus, you do need to embellish in some nutrients!" you sing happily, playing some background music as your dance your way through your pantry to gather all the ingredients and supplies you needed for your dish.

He couldn't help but lift a wry, small smile beneath his mask.

୨ ♡ ୧

He gazes down at you behind his mask, watches the thin, loose strands of your hair gently fall along your peaceful, slumbering face. Hesitates at first, but carefully brushes the loose strands back upon your head that nestled ever so comfortably amongst his sturdy lap. Studies your beautiful features that leered his attention. The subtlety of your graceful radiance pulling him in.

He shouldn't feel like this.

He hardly knew you.

You were a complete stranger.

And yet...

Such a kind and compassionate soul you were. Caring and tending to his inflicted, open wounds. Cooking him a hot homemade meal and holding light, carefree conversations. Showing him such welcoming hospitality.

And you, don't even know him.

You don't even recognize him from being the infamous Spider-Man that goes around saving people and stopping bad ones from deteriorating the city and causing harm.

Which...he oddly liked about you the most.

Only a few hours of dressing his wounds, initiating small talk and having dinner with you made him feel...things.

Things he knew he shouldn't or...didn't, want to be feeling.

But he couldn't help it.

You were just so intriguing. So open and trusting.

So一 Captivating.

He tucks another loose small strand of hair behind your ear this time, watching the supple plush of your lips pucker with each silent breath you would exhale. Finds himself so gradually infatuated with them.

How full and pretty they looked. How soft and silky- awfully tempting.

He fights back the ascending urge to lean forward and press his lips against yours. To feel the velvety softness of your tender, plump lips against his. To taste the sweetness that lingered on those full, pinkish mounts of flesh permeate onto his prickling skin.

He closes his eyes and exhales heavily, gently holding you in his strong, sculpted arms and carry's you into your bedroom. Gently uses his sleek hips to creak open the door, glancing down at you to make sure you were still sound asleep.

Watches you hurdle closely into his firm chest comfortably, mumbling something softly under your silent breath with a caressing smile.

Nearly trips over his own feet from his distraction of gazing upon you, notices Cheddar prancing up next to him, now jumping onto your queen sized bed.

He grumbles under his breath, a remark of almost tripping himself over something so-- silly.

Silly...yes.

He looks down at you once again, gently nestling you into your bed and waving your soften comforter over your stilled body. Stares down at you for a long moment, watching the pure peace and tranquility dawn all over your delicate, serene face.

He stills himself.

Sighs once again, but more heavily.

"¿Qué haces, idiota?..." he reels back his mask fully from his face, his luminous, cardinal irises gently hovers over you. Giving you a last look over.

Leans in and placidly kisses the corner of your silky lips with his.

Hums deeply from how soft and warm they really were against his.

Wishes he could stay like this for a bit longer.

But he couldn't.

He had priorities to take care of.

He brushes over your head with his right hand softly one last time, gleaming eyes carefully studying your stunning, restful face.

"Thank you for everything, Hermosa..." he murmurs lightly, resurfacing his mask back upon his face, as he stands back onto his feet and waltz towards your bedroom window. Opens it and leaps onto the window seal, crooning his head over his right shoulder to steal one last glimpse at you.

Smiles beneath his mask, jumps off from your window seal, closes your window and swings off into the lightly sprinkling night.

Keeping the vivid image of your beautiful face embedded deeply into the back of his mind.

Hoping, to run into you again soon.