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tacoma-narrows · 6 months

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Tac's OC Ref Masterpost!

Heya everybody! I'm not sure where the thought for this came from but I wanted to make a post that just has all of my OCs' refs in it in case anyone ever needs to find them and doesn't wanna ask me for them (which ur always welcome to do btw!) or doesn't wanna go digging through their Toyhouse galleries. This will be linked in my pinned post as well, so if you ever need to find it again, it'll be there! Every character will have their Toyhouse page linked below their ref, so you'll have easy access to more in-depth info and more gallery images if needed!

All the refs are below the read more since this is going to be a really long post, so be prepared for that if you take a look lol. It's organized the same way as my Toyhouse, with sonas first, then primary, secondary and tertiary OCs (basically categorized by how much I use them and how much development they have). I'll put a little bit of information about each character and whenever I make a new ref for a character, I'll swap out the old version with the new one here!

Also feel free to ask me anything abt any of my characters ever!! I adore talking abt them <333

SONAS

(These guys are ordered by how much I use them/how representative of me they are)

Shep (Toyhouse Link)

My main sona and most complete representation of myself out of all my characters!

22 y/o asexual biromantic German Shepherd

Boyfriends with PBnJ

Lead vocalist/guitarist for Let's Get Back!

PBnJ (Toyhouse Link)

Secondary sona

Usually goes by just PB

Also Ace/Biro, Golden Retriever

Boyfriends with Shep

Bassist and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Starburst (Toyhouse Link)

Main comfort sona, personal favorite OC <33

Kinsona based on Jenny from Wayside, who's my biggest comfort character!

Do not draw her without her outfit!! Also please only draw her anthro!

Second tallest of my anthro characters, slighter taller than Shep, not as tall as Wilkołak

Very friendly, adventurous and always looking to live life to the fullest!

Spatter (Toyhouse Link)

Pokesona

Move set: Dragon Pulse, Earthquake, Rain Dance and Protect. Feel free to draw him using any of these!

Has roughly equal number of purple and green splatter markings

Very squishy, loves giving/receiving hugs

Vostok (Toyhouse Link)

Main Dragon/WoF-sona

My oldest OC, I've had him since February of 2017

May look intimidating but rlly just a big soft guy

Blue and purple scales make chevron shapes (not zigzags, not checkerboards, not stripes, etc.)

PRIMARY OCS

(Characters from here going forward are listed alphabetically per section)

Agouti (Toyhouse Link)

RainWing

Relatively quiet and shy until you get to know her

Lesbian, girlfriends with Rhazz

Can feel the emotions of others very strongly (for better or worse)

Doppler (Toyhouse Link)

SeaWing/RainWing hybrid (75% Sea/25% Rain)

Weather forecaster with his wings and scales that show weather radar

Makes up a weather watching/storm chasing team with Sundial and ThunderSnow

Boyfriend of Sundial

Radar can show any kind of weather (rain/thunderstorms, hurricanes, snow storms, tornadoes, etc.)

Eejanaika (Toyhouse Link)

SkyWing/RainWing hybrid

Name pronounced Edge-a-NYE-ka

Goes by Eej as a nickname

Has issues with anxiety and self-confidence

Demisexual, girlfriend of ThunderSnow

Has a short right horn, RainWing frill spines with no membrane, a double-pointed nose spike and is missing every other spine along her back as a result of being a hybrid

Name and design based on the old color scheme for the Eejanaika roller coaster at Fuji-Q Highland in Japan

Firecracker (Toyhouse Link)

Jack Russell Terrier

Small but full of energy!

Loves 4th of July themed snacks and baked goods (his personal fav are Star Spangled Ding Dongs haha)

Friends with Starburst over their shared energetic lifestyle and red white and blue color solidarity :]

Isaac (Toyhouse Link)

Celestdog - Australian Shepherd

Nonbinary Asexual

Quiet and reserved, generally prefers to do their own thing

Very smart, loves trivia facts

Sibling to Moxie and the rest of the Celestdog family

Kwaro (Toyhouse Link)

SilkWing

Gay, boyfriends with Rutabaga (owned by @/macaronichewtoyz)

Likes to sing, but is self-conscious about singing in front of others

Generally softspoken

Kinda velvety soft rather than full scales

Luau (Toyhouse Link)

Major comfort OC

Very chill, laid back attitude

Good friends with PB and Shep

Occasionally guest vocalist for Let's Get Back! and often runs the lights/effects for their shows

Always has a flower in her hair, but can be any flower!

Girlfriends with Seabreeze

Moxie (Toyhouse Link)

Celestdog - Siberian Husky

Another major comfort OC

Loves to have fun, can play a little rough sometimes but always means well

A bit bigger and more stocky than Isaac

Sister to Isaac and the rest of the Celestdog family

Pebble (Toyhouse Link)

Small and fluffy with long, silky fur

Husky/Samoyed mix

Hates getting his fur dirty

Smallest of my feral dog OCs

Pumpernickel (Toyhouse Link)

Twin brother to Rye

Drummer and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Easygoing and relaxed

Enjoys being outside at night

Rhazz (Toyhouse Link)

Huge comfort OC

Design and personality based around the Roaring Twenties

Super energetic and affectionate

Lesbian, girlfriends with Agouti

Stage performance partners with Foxtrot

Has a necklace, two hoop earrings on her left ear, a ring on her left horn and a feathered headdress (all are not optional when drawing her!)

Rye (Toyhouse Link)

Twin to Pumpernickel

A bit more rambunctious than his twin

Likes to strut around thinking he's cool stuff when he's really just kind of a dork

Keyboardist, backup guitarist and backup vocalist for Let's Get Back!

Seabreeze (Toyhouse Link)

Lively surfer girl

Girlfriends with Luau

Good friends with Starburst as well, as both are pretty adventurous

Always has her lucky seashell necklace

Wilkołak (Toyhouse Link)

Big scary (or at least he tries to be scary) transgender wolf guy

Name can be pronounced either Veel-koak or Will-ko-Lack (His name means Werewolf in Polish)

Tallest of my anthro OCs

Has hydrokinetic powers and his blue markings glow when he uses them

Used to be a WoF Fantribe OC named Galeforce before I redesigned him lol

SECONDARY OCS

Arroyo (Toyhouse Link)

SandWIng

Sometimes acts as an older brother figure to Rhazz

Higher-up at a gold mine in the desert

Ruff is stylized to look like messy hair

Foxtrot (Toyhouse Link)

NightWing/SilkWing hybrid

Stage performer, performance partners with Rhazz

Loves showtunes music

Feel free to simplify his design if needed lmao

Magma (Toyhouse Link)

Biggest of any of my dragon characters

Veteran of some war (he never specifically says which)

Has a scar on his tail

Adoptive older brother to Sunrise

Fits the "cool uncle who brings the kids awesome gifts at their birthdays and holidays" role

Sundial (Toyhouse Link)

IceWing/RainWing hybrid

Girlfriend of Doppler

Makes up a weather watching/storm chasing team with Doppler and ThunderSnow

Wings show what the sky outside looks like at any given time (day/night, clear/rain/snow, etc. - think like a Minecraft clock lol)

ThunderSnow (Toyhouse Link)

IceWing/SkyWing hybrid

Wavy spines are a hybrid side effect

Wings are meant to look like a blizzard, icicles and lightning, all meant to tie back to his name

Storm chaser, works with Doppler and Sundial

Boyfriend of Eejanaika

Wanderlust (Toyhouse Link)

SilkWing

Owns a safari tour business in Pantala

Sometimes wears a pith helmet at an angle as part of her tours :]

Probably has an Australian accent lol

Her catchphrase/business tagline is "Everybody needs a little more wonder in their lives!"

TERTIARY OCS

Cenote (Toyhouse Link)

PackWing (WoF Fantribe)

Name is pronounced Seh-noh-Tay)

Lives in the forest and has a lot of knowledge about herbs and plants and stuff

Spends so much time in the woods that the smell tends to follow him wherever he goes

Markings and stuff can be simplified if needed lol

Chernobyl (Toyhouse Link)

NightWing/SandWing hybrid

Used to be the king of a fantribe I had made called FissionWings, which is why he has his floaty crown

Orange stripe along his flank is highly radioactive

The spots on his wings flicker with little sparks of radiation

Generally cold and stoic, usually keeps to himself

South (Toyhouse Link)

Melanistic IceWing

Named to contrast all of the IceWing OCs named North lmao

Youngest/smallest of all my dragon OCs

Very innocent and happy since he's still pretty young

Love to play with his friends

StrangeEvidence (Toyhouse Link)

NightWing with weak future seeing powers

Based on the terrible Science Channel show of the same name [I have no shame]

Tries to interpret his visions but goes like, way overboard and sounds ridiculous in the process

When they turn out to be something totally mundane, he's just like "alright, so that's what that's about. Hm, neat" and walks away

These last two are doubled up due to Tumblr's 30 image per post limit </3

Sunrise (Toyhouse Link)

Also fairly young, but older than South (like what would be tween age in humans)

Kind of a ditz and lacks any kind of inhibition, which sometimes gets her into trouble

Adoptive younger sister to Magma, who often helps her out of the trouble she gets herself into

Tōhoku (Toyhouse Link)

SeaWing/SandWing hybrid

Lives by the beach

Loves to cook and owns a snack shack by the ocean

Very chill, would probably host a surfing contest

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gattmammon · 7 months

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But seriously. Contrary to popular wisdom, a well-fed, sufficiently enriched (with games that simulate hunting) cat rarely feels the need to hunt. Their having a job is incidental to their evolution. A cat that has never seen a mouse will not know to show aggression to it. It will probably do once it decides its suitable prey but first will investigate it curiously like it would any other creature.

Dogs have been genetically engineered to do their job across generations. Herding dogs left to their own devices will herd any random assortment of creatures that can reasonably be herd. Huskies who have never seen a sled know instinctively how to pull it if put in the situation. A Jack Russell terrier will live its whole life as a pampered house pet and the moment it sees a rodent it will still be immediately blinded by blood thirst.

I find it so fascinating. To cats, we are companions on the road, fellow members of the herd. To dogs we are the eldritch deities who constructed their physical appearance, their personality, their entire existence around an incomprehensible purpose. And then they never discover it because we force them all to be company dogs, even the ones that are really really not suitable for it. Does the husky being raised in a beach apt where the temperature never goes under 25C feel a longing for something it cannot comprehend? Does the herding dog stuck in a mini apt dream of sheep and wolves without ever having seen them?

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rescuehumans-runtotherescue · 1 year

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What My Personal Reverse AU Would Look Like:

Pt. 2

Human Blurr

Name: Blair

Race: Latino

Appearance: He has hazel eyes and dyed short purple hair (natural brunette).

Sexuality: Questioning

Age: 19

He has undiagnosed ADHD. He has a bad relationship with his family. Not that they were awful to him, but he definitely wouldn’t want to move back in with them. He moved to Griffin Rock because Sal was and he’s the only one that puts up with him he totally needed a change of pace! A new scene! Yeah…

How He reacts to people flirting with him: Genuine surprise. He plays it off nonchalantly and maybe gets his hopes too high. Will defiantly brag about it to others.

What he drinks in the morning: Energy drink! Red bull, monster, bang, rockstar, doesn’t matter as long as it’s an energy drink.

Human Salvage

Name: Saladin (He just goes by Sal though)

Race: White (Arab heritage)

Appearance: He has blue eyes and short fluffy dirty blond hair.

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Age: 19 (Older than Blair by a couple months)

He is autistic. He was originally going to go to college to major in environmental science, but dropped out when he got the opportunity to live at Griffin Rock and work with the doc and engineers there. What’s better than firsthand experience?

How he reacts to people flirting with him: He is very bashful! If he doesn’t reciprocate the feeling, he’ll politely explain he hopes they can still be good friends. If he does like them or doesn’t know if he may like them, he may take their playful flirting a bit too seriously and consider asking them on a date, just to see if there’s a spark. You never know if you don’t try! And he’s always willing to try something at least once.

What he drinks in the morning: It changes almost daily. Sometimes it’s water, sometimes its tea, sometimes juice or milk. He doesn’t really stick to one specific drink.

Blair and Sal met in high school and have been paling around ever since. Sal likes how Blair gets them into new scenarios he would’ve never thought of before and Blair appreciates Sal’s patience, even if he’s never told him that out loud.

Human Quickshadow

Name: She’s gone by many different names on many different missions for many different reasons. Let’s keep this simple, shall we? Just call her Quin.

Race: Mixed. Half white, half latina.

Appearance: She has blue eyes and a little shorter than shoulder length black hair.

Sexuality: Demiromantic + Demisexual

Age: 24

She is rather secretive but a trusted friend of the rescue team. Getting information out of her about herself is difficult because she always wants to know why you want that information about her and isn’t satisfied with the ‘getting to know you’ answer.

How she reacts to people flirting with her: Frankly, she’s annoyed. She has better things to do with her time.

What she drinks in the morning: Sometimes tea, sometimes nothing. She’s a very busy woman, you know.

Human High Tide

Name: Highins Tide (But call him Captain Tide)

Race: Hispanic

Appearance: His short hair has turned salt and pepper, he has a scratchy looking shadow of a beard but he shaves before it grows out. He has green eyes.

Sexuality: Gay

Age: 52

He’s loud and opinionated but has a good heart where it matters. He came to the waters of Griffin Rock on a visit, but decided to stay as it was much more entertaining there than it was back home. He loves the excitement and action! He has a beagle/jack russell terrier mix named Servo that gets into everything and the rescue team petsits frequently. Servo is trained, but listens to High Tide the best and to Code the second best.

How he reacts to people flirting with him: He’s very likely to laugh in your face but might thank you for flattering him. On the occasion, he may flirt back.

What he drinks in the morning: Coffee, black.

There has to be a balance, however! If these four are humans, then 4 characters that are human in the show now have to be bots.

Hayley —> Hailstorm. Vehicle form: Ambulance.

Priscilla —> Patchwork. Vehicle form: Delivery Van.

Milo —> Metro. Vehicle form: Blimp. (Milo canonically has an air balloon but this makes more sense for a transformation)

Frankie —> Phasewave. Vehicle form: All-Terrain Jeep.

Hailstorm and Patchwork take place of Salvage and Blurr with the whole being found in a spaceship and helping the cave people thing.

Kascade has complicated feelings about Hailstorm. Hailstorm pretends not to notice but is quietly flattered.

Patchwork and Phasewave are sparklings like Code. Patchwork and Code struggle to get along whereas Code and Phasewave get along like a forest fire.

Metro takes place of High Tide, but instead of being a sailor he is just an ‘Agent Of Chaos’ (but not actually an agent). He’s kind of a wildcard and ‘prepares’ the bots to expect the unexpected.

Which means Phasewave takes place of Quickshadow. She is not an agent, but has a bad habit of thinking she can cover more than she really should on her own.

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heart-0f-black · 9 months

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December 21, 2023

So my birthday was exactly one month ago and here is how my life has been so far as a 15 year old, trashy. I also realized I haven't told you guys much about me so here I am.

I'm still not gonna tell anyone my name and I am 15 years and 1 month old. I am transgender and in the closet. I live with my parents and most of the time my brother when he isn't away at school 40 minutes away. I have a dog named Flash, he is a rat terrier and jack russell mix, and yes he is named after the DC superhero. I have a boyfriend. Our 4 month anniversary is in a week. I am a freshman in highschool and have a decent sized main friend group and am in many others.

This will be my first Christmas without my Grandpa, he died the day before my brother's 19th birthday, 03/31/2023 at 16:49. That is military time for 04:49pm. My grandma misses him very much. We had to move her to a retirement(?) home not to long after he died. We're gonna sell the house soon and my father doesn't seem to care cause him childhood home is back in Ohio but I can tell he still doesn't want to let go of the house.

Today during passing, between 5th and 6th, somebody pulled the fire alarm. (I would share more I am currently in 6th and the only reason I am able to write this is because my teacher postponed our test till tomorrow which sucks because it's the last day before winter break) nobody know who did it or if it was even on purpose but it was a experience that's for sure.

I am in my school's drama club and we are doing a small play between our fall play and spring musical. It's for the kindergarteners and first graders. We're doing Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook. I'm playing Jim/Mitten Crook/Grandpa Frank Miller/Choir. Normally we'd have more people on cast but it's a small play so people didn't care to audition and there was a perfect amount of people who did audition so it worked out perfectly.

I know nobody will read this since it's longer than my first post which nobody read, but it feels nice to just talk about my life even if it's only the mediocre parts.

Yrs always...

#blogger #blogging

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sintaphy-custom-pet · 2 years

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9 Advices You Need to Know before Training Your Dog

Many people find that a dog can develop into a true best friend. But with that, there comes the responsibility of training them and teaching them proper etiquette. In this blog post, we share 9 advices you need to know before training your dog, like how to pick out the right breed for you and what kinds of food to feed your pooch. These tips will help ensure a successful relationship between you and your furry friend! Let's get started!

1. Pick Your Breed Carefully

Dogs have different needs depending on their specific breed. Dogs such as Australian shepherds or rottweilers are heavier than huskies or golden retrievers because they need more exercise according to their body type. Their working needs may mean different food, cleaner dog crates, more space, and different grooming requirements.

If you pick a lap pooch, you will need less room for a bed and doggie bag for a walk, but if you want an active running friend, you will want one that is larger in build to be able to handle the exercise and excitement.

2. Feed Your Dog Quality Food

As with people, the food differs in taste and texture between individuals, and dog food differs between breeds. The stomach of your dog may be sensitive, or has trouble digesting certain ingredients, realize that not all dog food brands will agree with your dear pet. Depending on the exact food, you may need to switch brands or purchase a special kind or treat that can be used to help ease your dog's stomach.

3. Select an Appropriate Breed for You

Depending on your lifestyle and preferences, consider shopping around for a particular dog type that will complement your lifestyle. For example, if you like playing fetch with dogs but don't want one who likes getting in fights, a jack Russell terrier might be suitable for you. If you want a dog with a long coat, then a golden retriever or husky could be best. The choice is up to you!

4. Socialize Your Dog Early

Just as newborns and humans learn best during their early stages of life, so do dogs. If you don't socialize with your dog soon after birth, it can become difficult to train them later. Walk your dog or take him on trips to pet stores and restaurants. This will help them develop into a well-rounded adult who can adapt better from one situation to another and make friends easier in new situations.

5. Consider the Dog's Personality

Just like with people, there are many different personality types for dogs. If your pup is shy and quiet, it may be hard for them to get comfortable in new situations. In contrast, if you have a more outgoing and easygoing dog, it would be ideal to leash them when walking in an unfamiliar area. Regardless of your breed of dog, always teach your dog to respond with a command or signal when they sense danger or another strong feeling, such as fear or aggression coming from another animal they do not know.

6. Use Custom Pet Portraits and Custom Pet Canvas

You can make a custom pet portrait like Custom Pet T Shirt or Custom Pet Blanket of your furry friend before training them to be the best dog they can be. That way, they can look at their fantastic new portrait whenever they need to feel loved and appreciated. If that weren’t enough, you could always capture them in a personalized canvas too! What could be better than that for someone with canine companionship issues or those who are away from their pets for long periods?

7. Consider the Dog's Needs

Just as adults have their own needs, dogs do too. You should consider what your pooch needs regarding grooming, food, and special needs if any. If they have any special medications or diets, you should stick to that and ensure your pet always has their medication on them if they are at home. That is the best way to ensure your pet stays healthy and strong for many years.

8. Be a Good Student for Your Dog

Just as you wouldn't want someone else to tell you how to live your life, dogs don't want that either. If you want to train a dog properly, you must learn to listen when they tell you something instead of just giving them something against its will. That can damage the relationship and trust between both of you.

9. Look After Your Dog's Health

Just like people, dogs can get sick and injured at any time. If your dog has any health problems or is sick right now, you should take them to the vet immediately. If a veterinarian counts on you to stop by every week to make sure they are doing well, send them a note if it isn't possible for you to take your dog in for regular medical check-ups.

Getting started with training your new furry friend is not going to be an easy task, and you'll need a lot of patience. Dog behavior is complicated - they're not just furry, cute animals anymore. Dogs are creatures who possess intelligence and want to do their own thing while staying loyal to their human family members.

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jessicaisautistic1502 · 3 years

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Lucifer - German Shepherd:

German Shepherds are loyal to the grave. They would practically lay down their life for their owner, similar to how Lucifer would die for Diavolo.

They can be aggressive to strangers or people who annoy them, ahem Lucifer and mammon ahem

They are very beautiful dogs, very elegant, similar to how Lucifer shows himself off to be.

I don’t want to be obvious, but c’mon, Lucifer screams German shepherd energy.

Mammon - Jack Russel Terrier

These little ankle biters are perfect for a bad tempered demon like Mammon.

When he turns INTO a dog during a text, he is literally "A little ankle biter". His words, not mine!

Jack Russel Terriers are loud too, yappy and constant, like Mammon.

They're VERY cute and cuddly, though if they could speak, they'd be denying it constantly like a certain mammon we know.

Leviathan - Duck Tolling Retriever

A Duck Tolling Retriever is arguably the best dog when it comes to water, which fits Levi's demon form.

They're the smallest Retriever, and i wanted a small ish dog for Levi, it just fits.

They're loud when needed, but very insistent with attention, like Levi's neediness.

When doing the things they love, they;re the happiest dogs in the world, A duck tolling terrier playing fetch is like Levi watching TSL, they adore it.

Satan - Doberman

Dobermans are very strict, very well trained too when in the right hands, a dog after Satan's own heart.

When it comes to their purpose, dobermans, like Satan’s, are very efficient and on point.

They are known for aggressiveness though, Dobermans could soar after a robber like Satan soars to MC when they call him "Lucifer"

When they are attached, they are ATTACHED. Good luck trying to leave a Doberman's home

Asmodeus - Poodle

This was a dead giveaway, poodles, whether toy or large are beautiful and used for show purposes for a reason.

They can be loud and rude when untrained, like how Asmo is sometimes but trained, they can be the most well behaved dogs!

Their fur was bred to be attractive and soft, like Asmo's demeanor.

They can have a bit of an attitude too, which also suits Asmo very well.

Beelzebub - Saint Bernard

Saint Bernards are laaaarge, like, large to the point where they're clumsy, similar to Beel.

They can be the biggest, softest cuddlebugs on the planet, they're gentle giants like Beel too.

Oh and did I mention, they;re HUNGRY. Like, Beel would almost have competition with Saint Bernards. Almost.

They're bred to save your life, and that they will do. Beel will also protect you with his life, at this point, a Saint Bernard is his spirit animal.

Belphie - Japanese Chin

The color is black and white, Japanese chins basically look like Belphie's pillow, especially with their tiny size.

They're more like cats than dogs, more introverted when it comes to other people, similar to Belphie.

They're very quiet and lazy dogs too, and their cuteness could get them anything they want. Similarly, Belphie was called cute by his brothers multiple times.

Japanese Chins are very intelligent too, matching Belphie's smarts while being slightly feisty like him too.

Diavolo - Bernese Mountain Dog

With the playfulness of a golden retriever and the size of a Saint Bernard, a Bernese Mountain dog is perfect for Diavolo!

They're a lovely, playful dog, amazing with new people, similar to Diavolo's happy personality.

They love attention, the Bernese has the mind of a lap dog and the body of a Goliath. Diavolo would definitely be the same.

They were also bred to save lives, and Diavolo in the amusement park proves that he saves lives too. Overall, a good boy for a very good king.

Barbatos - Guide Dog Lab

Labs are usually excitable dogs, but when trained right, into a guide dog for the disabled for example, they're very sensible, like our butler boy.

Labs are usually very neat, they don't shed much, which means that, like barb, the place they're in is usually pretty clean.

They are known to fetch certain items on command too, they're basically furry little butlers.

Like Barb with Luke, guide dogs are responsible with children, specifically more respectful kids. Overall, Barb is a guide dog. You cannot change my mind.

Solomon - Wolfdog

Wolfdogs, like Solomon, have a bad reputation. But in the right hands, they're actually very soft and sweet.

While wolfdogs aren't trusted, like Solomon isn't, as long as there's a limit to people close to them, they're very protective and happy to see you if you're in that limit.

Wolfdogs can be dangerous though, and while Solomon isn't aware of it, he can be dangerous too, with his cooking and potions and all.

Overall, both have terrible rep. Both don't deserve it.

Simeon - Australian shepherd

Aussie Shepherds are very clever and very well trained, so it's very fitting for Simeon.

They aren't timid though, and i think this fits Simeon well, since many people see him as innocent and sweet, but he, like the Aussie Shepherd has an attitude he isn't afraid to use.

They're very efficient at what they do, and they're known to be loyal to the fault, and suspicious of any newcomers for about 0.3 seconds.

Plus, Simeon's quote of "it's an angel's job to shepherd our little lambs", seals the deal.

Luke - ....

...

Oh buddy...

I'm so sorry lil guy.

#obey me swd #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me headcanons

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double-hoe-seven · 3 years

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AFC Richmond as boyfriends

Here’s a lil headcanon collection of our favorite himbos as boyfriends.

I did it again for the staff (: AFC Richmond Staff as partners

A/N: Definitely didn’t put everyone but these were my top ones and it’s 2 AM so imma leave it here.

Sam Obisanya

The absolute sweetest man you have ever met

Such a softie, very concerned about making sure you’re happy and comfortable with whatever choices you make together.

He always picks the most random times to surprise you with things; showing up at your work randomly for lunch or with coffee/tea, random little souvenirs from his away games.

He’s always putting himself second and sometimes you have to remind him “hey, babe, you can do things for yourself, you deserve nice things too.”

Just, compliments galore with him. He’ll always find a way to compliment you on something.

The most cuddly person ever, he loves public affection (hand holding, piggy backing, hugging, kissing if it’s not raunchy, etc), he really just likes showing you off because he feels like the luckiest man in the world to have you.

He takes his time with your relationship, letting it bloom and grow at it’s own pace.

There aren’t many fights between you, hardly ever, the last “fight” you had was because you couldn’t unanimously decide which dog to rescue. The solution? You adopted both, now you share a one-eyed Jack Russell Terrier named Starro and a three legged German Shepherd puppy named Harry (Pawter. He was so proud at his pun when he showed you the then 3-month old puppy.)

Again, just the sweetest, more romantic man you’ve ever met and ever will meet.

thesexisgoodtoo. hesaverygentleandgivinglover

Isaac McAdoo

Man’s stubborn.

I mean it, he is as stubborn as a mule.

I’M DEAD SERIOUS, he once pouted for 5 days when you accidentally ate the last Rolo in the flat.

But he’s also romantic in a sort of rugged way?

He won’t go shopping with you but he knows what colors look best on you, he knows what styles look good on you, and he has your sizes and shades memorized.

Bear.

Mr. sometimes-crank-teddy-bear over here.

He’ll say he doesn’t want something but he will eat half of your food if given the chance. If you step away from your food to get a drink or something, there will be a good part mission when you get back.

Its a tradition to go on a date the morning of a game, and snuggle up with a movie after the game.

You have had more than a few drunk texts from him, all of them equally funny and full of sexual innuendos.

You don’t address his Rolo addiction. It could be something much worse anyway.

Richard Montlaur

So many visits to the goat farm he was raised on!

He really has to drag you back to London after visiting his parents because you don’t want to leave all the precious goats (and you and his parents get along famously).

You spend alternating holidays with each others families (except for Bastille day, you always spend that either together or with his family.)

There are always roses in your shared flat.

It’s a constant battle over his facial hair.

He has a grudge against the way the English make French pastries.

He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch or in uncomfortable positions and then wondering why his back or neck hurts.

Little spoon.

He’s teaching you French.

This man is a smooth operator, master at flirtation and romance. He’s good at planning romantic dates and outtings.

Dani Rojas

You 100% believe his mom when she says he was born caffeinated.

One of your first dates was a Mumford and Sons concert which was an interesting experience.

Soft boi hours with him. He’s a lil puppy dog.

Does this man ever sleep? Rarely.

He rises with the son and wants to get the day started immediately but he’s mostly letting you sleep in now.

He LOVES trying new things, exploring new places, generally having new experiences.

His absolute favorite thing to do when he’s not training is playing football (or any game, really) with the kids in your neighborhood. They all love him.

He’s a sweet boyfriend, not as sweet as Sam but he’s a close second.

You alternate who plans date night. You split the chores 50/50 but divvy it up if one of you is sick or has more work to do.

There’s so much alcohol in your flat its unreal.

You usually go to sleep before him but he has a bad habit of throwing himself into bed and partially waking you.

He makes the best breakfast most mornings.

And don’t forget the trips back home to visit his family in Guadalajara.

After a long day of training, he loves just laying down with his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

Jamie Tartt (Season 1)

FUCK NO

Jamie Tartt (Season 2)

On your first date you got drunk and bonded over shitty fathers.

Not that either of you really remembered the next day, you were both too hungover to immediately recall the night.

His love language is kind words.

At the start he needed a lot of reassuring that you did care about him for who he was, warts and all.

He’s slightly awkward when it comes to romantic gestures so most of the date planning falls on you don’t mind.

He still has some high maintenance behavior but he’s working on it and you’re proud of how far he’s come from the prick he used to be.

Your fights are usually over petty shit like where to eat for dinner or what movie to go see.

He will not hesitate to buy your feminine products for you. He knows your preferred brands and sizes and what treats you like when its that time.

He’s good at those rigged carnival games, the many little stuffed animals in your closet can attest to that.

He talks in his sleep. It’s all nonsense.

He has a soft spot for the neighbor’s cat (and cats in general).

Roy Kent

Rugged.

He’s great to snuggle up to.

The man is honest to boot. He doesn’t sugar coat anything at all.

10/10 times he will go down on you if asked. He’s a giver.

He is the heaviest sleeper in the world. You don’t know why he bothers setting alarms.

Phoebe has a room at your flat and spends so much time with you both.

Many nights have been spent reading different books on the couch together.

He has to clean the drains since 75% of it is his.

Fuck is a very versatile word in your home, used daily.

Not the most romantic man alive but he has his moments.

Date nights are usually relaxed and proper but sometimes you can make the old man have a little fun.

He growls at least a dozen times a day, it’s his main response.

Jan Maas

My beloved

My sweet, beloved Jan who can’t/won’t use a filter to save his life.

He’s blunt in everything and sometimes it makes you want to slap him.

Jan is still getting used to English ways and mannerisms.

He has good intentions but sometimes needs a little help with wording.

He likes going on Aquarium dates.

The more tired he is, the clingier he is and it’s too cute.

Once after a game he plopped onto the couch next to you and basically tried to curl up in your lap.

He can make amazing pancakes.

Thats it though.

You’ll do most of the cooking if you value living in a flat that’s not on fire.

He’s a sweetheart though.

Mostly good intentions though.

Doesn’t mind nudity and had to quickly be reined in by the team. Not at home though.

At home he can easily be found lounging in boxers and a t-shirt while he sips coffee.

He knows what he’s doing.

Tag Team: @bdffkierenwalker

#Ted Lasso #Jan Maas #Isaac McAdoo #Dani Rojas #Roy Kent #Jamie Tartt #Sam Obisanya #Richard Montlaur #AFC Richmond Himbos #AFC Richmond #AFC Richmond Greyhounds #Emotional Support Himbos #I love them all your honor #Jan Maas my beloved #Sam Obisanya is baby

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questioned-quetzalcoatl · 2 years

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30 Days of OTP: Day 6, Wearing each other's clothes

Rating: K

Verse: Canon

AN: Again a little late I'm sorry, they'll be more regularly updated on my AO3. Tbh I'm tempted to stop writing due to how little attention its getting but oh well :v

He's not sure how this habit began, or even why it began for that matter.

Perhaps it's the long distance relationship periods they get from time to time. Ones where Kainga is alone in their house, ones where wearing James's awful taste in fashion would be the closest thing he'd get to a cuddle from his favorite idiotic kiwi. It was normal for James to disappear from time to time, politics and natural phenomenon where all too common for him. Desperate calls from various members of his crumbling parliament would interrupt their alone time, Kainga still found way to manage however. Besides, his little trips didn't last too long before he was finally back in his arms again.

He stared at himself in the mirror, having draped him fresh out the shower in James's All Blacks sweatshirt. The size difference the couple had was immense, along with each other's fashion sense. He groused at himself half-heartedly. Kainga knew James hadn't cleaned the thing since God knows when so he took the liberty of cleaning out most of his wardrobe for him. The stink would've been horrendous to someone who didn't have to live with him but for Kainga, it just made him miss him more. He had no idea what to wear with it however. The sweater was so big on him that it covered half of his body, completely naked underneath and no one would've guessed otherwise. No one was here to see him though, he decided on more of James's clothes. James's favorite boxers with the New Zealand flag imprinted onto the fabric of them, he couldn't help but scoff of how typical it was of him. He wore these almost all the time and Kainga knew that way too well. He just shrugged and put them on too, afterwards fitting into a pair of baggy pyjama trousers. He felt like he needed a belt to keep the damn things up.

Above all, the rugby sweater was his favorite. The way its sleeves covered his hands like James was holding them, his fingers just poking out of the sleeve holes when he fiddled with them. Parts of the string dangling off the sleeves from obvious previous fiddling, where James had pulled at the hanging strings with anticipation during his viewing of particularly stressful rugby games on TV. His quivering hands finding something to calm themselves with as the Wallabies started to catch up their score against the All Blacks. Either ending in a loud eruption of cheers or Kainga making a note to buy a new table with his old one smashed against the ground.

Wearing James's clothes had become such a habit that often times he'd forget he was wearing them to begin with. He'd do the chorus around the house and even take their dogs out for a walk in them. Tucking the oversized sweater into his pants so it didn't look like he was a homeless hobo wearing clothes too big for him. James's New Zealand Heading dog, Maui would always give his clothes a good sniff, often finding that the overly hyper and daft dog was more responsive and fairly obedient whenever Kainga smelt like his owner. Funny how similar their dogs were to their owners. Maui was a boisterous farming dog that would much rather herd sheep and tear up the curtains than be stuck at home doing nothing. Kainga's Jack Russel Terrier, Rex, took absolutely none of the bigger dogs bullshit. Leading him to occasional snap at Maui when he got too close, despite his lesser size.

Once he was home he'd relish in the peace. He liked to be alone but feeling alone was a lot different, especially when James was taking a lot longer than usual to return home. Without fail though, James always kept in contact with him from across the pacific ocean that separated the two. He got a text from him around in the evening when he normally texted him. Kainga was just glad they still shared a time zone. The thrum of his phone vibrating against the wooden stand behind him, picking it up in sleeve covered hands. He’s not surprised by the message from James, laughing at the utterly sulk ridden face he is pulling.

James had attached the photo of himself to the messages he sent.

Kainga went to texting back, sending a photo in return of Maui and Rex cuddled up together at the foot of the sofa. Getting a shot of his torso, dressed in James's All Blacks sweater without even realizing it. His regret only came when he sent it off and it was too late, James started to type back to him.

[TEXT] James: You look cute! How is that even fair, you’re not allowed to be cute when I’m not there.

[TEXT] Kainga: What? Oh. Fuck off. It's overly comfy. It looks ugly as fuck still.

[TEXT] James: Yeah? Well too bad that it looks adorable on you. Remind me to tell you that you should wear it more often when I get back. ;D

[TEXT] Kainga: Remind me to punch your face in when you get back.

#30 days of zeaonga #hetalia #aph new zealand #aph tonga #zeaonga #hws new zealand #aph #hetalia oc #hws tonga #ao3 fanfic #30 day otp challenge

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mindfulvenus · 3 years

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𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙀𝙧𝙚𝙣

↳ The house that you and Eren live in has almost a rustic touch to it mixed with colors of gold, green, and brick red. It would better be described as a shack and it’s located in a very small village where everyone knows each other. The village is full of grassy plains and free land. Your house even has a backyard and you and Eren love to hang out in it during the morning or the evening.

↳ Your shared house has a huge backyard full of lush, vibrant grass. Eren is definitely an outside soul who loves exploring the backyard with you, and often starts a game of tag to mess with you. Piggy back rides are a must for Eren because he loves running around with you on his back, and then eventually crashing onto the feathery grass. But most of all, Eren enjoys watching the clouds with you after a long day, it lets him dream of a future where you both grow old together.

↳ If it wasn’t for takeout, both of you would end up starving. Eren is so bad at cooking that he couldn’t even save his life if it depended on it. He even almost caught the house on fire just by making ramen. You’re decent, but the food you cook gets plain after awhile. So as a solution you guys started to eat out often through the week. And he loves to share food with you and feed you some of his food. But it was astonishing and entertaining how you two could bond over food.

↳ Right before bed, Eren likes to start pillow fights and tickle wars if you seem sad. It’s his was of lightening the mood and trying to get cute smiles and laughs out of you. He loves it when your breathlessly sprawled out over the bed as he tickles you. And when you fight back, he starts to laugh as he tried to catch his breath from all the excitement. Moments like those, end up with you and Eren spooned together late at night talking about anything and everything.

↳ Eren is definitely a dog person. So if he comes back home with a dog one day he found at the shelter, do not be shocked. He just likes how nice of a companion dogs can be so he got the dog on impulse. The dog was a white jack russell terrier, with brown spots littered throughout its fur. Eren decided that the name of Buddy, which you happily agreed upon. Whenever he plays with the dog he always laughs and smiles, and it always brings a warm grin to your face.

Note: Here’s ur food Eren simps ☺️, mind if I join? (I’M ONLY JOKING PLS DONT HURT ME)

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sunaswife · 4 years

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

🔪: wow it’s been awhile how is everyone?! I apologize for being a shitty writer but sometimes you just don’t have motivation

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter 11

“You’re up early.” You heard and you looked up from your laptop. “I could say the same for you. You always needed your beauty rest.” You joked and Rin laughed. “You do know work can wait. You shouldn’t overwork yourself.” Rin pointed out. “I know, this isn’t really work. I was so distracted yesterday with our talk that I didn’t get a lesson plan ready for the kids so I have to rush and do it right now because I have the kids on a schedule and—“

“Relax.” You felt his rough hands on your shoulders. You completely froze, your heart started racing. “Like I said you overwork yourself. When I finish packing up all my crap you can teach me and we can do it together, okay?” Rin leaned forward to see your face. “Um..yeah sure.” You gulped and looked back at the screen. “Oi, your face is red. You have a fever or something?” Rin asked and tried touching your forehead but you smacked his hand away. “No I’m fine. No fever.” You assured and took a sip of your tea. “Oh so you’re falling for me is that it? Did I make you blush?” He teased and you elbowed his stomach. He winced and hunched forward. “Go pack or stay with Osamu.” You muttered and began to furiously type on your laptop.

“Alright Alright geez. Don’t miss me too much.” He said sarcastically and you rolled your eyes. “Wait before I go.” He said and you looked up with raised brows. “You’re allowed to have pets here right?” He said. “Yeah why?” You asked. “I have my dog...remember..?” He bit his lip. “Oh geez.” You groaned and rubbed your temples. “Don’t worry, he has his shots and everything. He’s trained too. Like he plays dead and stuff.” He said. “Plays dead? A more convincing argument would be like sitting or opening the fridge and getting a can of beer.” “He’s a dog not a servant.” He argued, “How big is your dog?” You asked. “Mmm medium sized, smaller than a German Shepard but bigger than a Jack Russel Terrier.” He said and you raised another brow.

“You act like I know dog breeds. Hell I didn’t even know you knew dog breeds.” You said. “I got chewy’s mom after the whole incident and she really distracted me when I had episodes, she had pups and died since she was sick so I kept one of her pups. I kind of became obsessed with dogs I guess you could say.” He replied. “Fine, is he an inside or outside dog?” You asked, “Both but he sleeps inside.” Rin said. “Okay, I’ll get the back ready for him so he can get cozy and mark his territory or whatever dogs do.” You said. “He’s actually at my parents house, Osamu’s apartment doesn’t have a backyard for pets of his size.” He said.

“Well then that means we take a car instead of a train to Hyogo, right?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay cool. Now hurry and you’ll make it back in time for lunch or snack time.” You waved him off. He chuckled and gave a mock salute and he was gone. You took a deep breath and leaned back in the dining chair.

“What have I done?” You asked yourself. You avoided Rin’s emotional confession yesterday, but now you can’t stop thinking and getting confused with your own emotions. You chugged down your tea and finished making the lesson plan for today. Today is focusing on math and science. Tomorrow is language arts and history.

You got this.

You’re an independent woman.

Relax

“Damn you, Rintaro.” You huffed.

“Remember-“ you started off pointing a finger at Rin. “Do not give in to their puppy faces when they want candy, we already have some at home. We don’t need more.” You started and he nodded. “I’ll remember to get your almond milk, you still drink it right?” You asked and he nodded. “Why doesn’t daddy drink regular milk?” Rini asked, “He’s lactose intolerant.” You replied, “What’s lack toes interant..?” Akira asked, “My body can’t handle the sugar that’s in milk.” He said as you you began looking through the grocery list while he pushed the cart.

“What happens if you drink milk?” Rini asked, “His stomach will hurt and he’ll make the bathroom all smelly.” You teased and the kids said a synchronized ewww, Suna suddenly flicked your forehead and you lightly smacked his hand away. “Stop embarrassing me in front of my kids.” He huffed. “Stop embarrassing me in front of my kids.” You mocked under your breath and the kids giggled.

“Alright fruit. What kinds of fruit do you want this week?” You asked, “Strawberries!” Rini said, “watermelon.” Akira chimed in. “Rin?” You asked, “O-oh I can pick?” He asked completely confused, “Obviously, you live with us now. It’s your house too.” Akira said in a duh tone.

For a second it felt like time stopped when he saw you laughing with the kids, you all live together now. Like a family...an odd family but a family nonetheless. He’s already told you that he still loves you, and he respects your decision whether you don’t want him back or you need time. But at least you’re in his life and that’s all he wanted—no, all he needed.

“Green grapes..?” He asked, “Hey I was thinking grapes too!” You chuckled and the kids saw how their two parents divided and concurred the produce section, throwing in fruits and veggies into the cart.

“Y/N..” Rin called and you turned to see him and the kids making puppy dog eyes. He was holding a packet of chuupets, the ones where you freeze them and you can break them in half to share. You already had a half pack at home, “Seriously? I thought I had two kids not three.” You crossed your arms over your chest. “But chuupet is life.” Rin replied

“Chuupet is life.” You kids nodded, “You guys don’t even finish the ones we have at home.” You told your kids, “Because they have sugar and you won’t let us eat a whole bunch.” Akira defended, she was right. “Fine, one packet. We’ll buy one packet every two weeks.” You said and Suna fist bumped the kids and tossed the chuupets in the cart.

These past two weeks with Rin and the kids have been eventful. Rin has begun helping you with lesson plans, he likes the idea of homeschool because you both have hectic schedules and you’d rather watch the kids then hire a babysitter or nanny. The awkwardness between you both has died down and you’re comfortable in this new environment. You and Rin made a contract to split everything 50/50 and hung it on the wall of your living room as a joke.

Life was very much easier with Rin around and you began teaching him how to use a planner, he wasn’t keen on taking one with him everywhere but he found an app that works just as good. Everything was new to him as well, it was a bit hard to keep up and even though he doesn’t really like change he was comfortable as well. He just needs to stop staring too much when you’re cooking or helping the kids with school work. But it’s so hard for him to look away, you’re just so beautiful.

In his memo app he even has a list of Rini’s allergies and phone numbers for the kids doctor, dentist, and school. He was grateful you didn’t just toss all of this responsibility, when you called the doctor to schedule a six month check up, he was listening intently and took mental notes on what to ask.

He was also glad he got to know a little bit more about you as well, he didn’t know you had cooking karaoke time for the kids. The kids would sit on the counter laughing at your performance of ‘Let It Go’.

Also your favorite flower changed it’s no longer daises, you also can’t stand the taste of pickles anymore because when you were pregnant you craved them and now the smell makes you wanna vomit.

There was so many new things to discover in your little family and he was grateful that you allowed someone like him to waltz right in as if he didn’t break your heart. You were too kind for your own good.

He felt more confident now as he drove to his parents house with your head against the window, asleep. He looked at the rear view mirror and saw the kids sleeping as well with their mouths open and their snores filled the car. He smiled softly and looked back at the road, he passed the arcade he used to take you, as well as the old drive thru movie theater, and the road that led up to the hills where he took you on your guy’s first date. Before he knew it he saw his childhood home and he carefully parked the car to not startle the kids.

“Y/N..wake up.” He shook your shoulder lightly, your eyes slowly widened and you turned to him with tired eyes. “We’re here. I’ll help you take down the kids and you can go inside, I’ll have my dad help me bring in our bags.” He said softly. “Okay..thanks Rin.” You yawned and opened the door to go get the kids.

“Wake up princess.” You said as you unbuckled Akira’s car seat. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, she opened her arms for you to carry her and you rolled your eyes playfully. You held her in your arms and she wrapped her arms around your neck and rested her head on your shoulder. You grabbed her fox plush with your free hand and closed the car door. Rini was already running around and stretching with Rin.

“Akira you don’t wanna stretch?” You asked and she shook her head. “Are you really that tired..? You teased and she nodded. Rin grabbed some bags with Rini helping as well, he could only carry a backpack that barley had anything inside. You followed Rin up the familiar steps and he rang the door bell.

Soon enough the door opened and it was Rin’s dad, “Oh it’s been so long.” He sighed as he held his son in his arms. “It has.” Rin replied and slowly pulled away. He put the bag down to carry Rini and brought him eye level with his dad. “This is my son, Rini.” He spoke up and his dad gasps.

“He looks just like you.” He said and Rin nodded. “Yeah I get that a lot.” He chuckled. “Hi Rini, I’m grandpa but you can call me pops or gramps.” He said and Rini’s eyes widened. “Grandpa?” He asked and he nodded. “I always wanted a grandpa!” He yelled and tackled him in a hug. Rin’s dad took a few steps back with Rini in his arms and he chuckled. You gave a soft smile. “This is also my daughter Akira, they’re twins.” Rin spoke up and his dad look as you turned to show him your sleeping daughter.

“There’s two?!” He asked. You gave a small nod, “You must be Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you.” He said. “It’s nice to meet you too Mr. Suna.” You said. “No need for that just call me Kauru.” He smiled softly and you nodded. “Alright, Kauru. Thank you for allowing us into your home.” You said and he waved off. “Your mom should be here in a few she just went to buy some groceries.” He told Rin and he nodded.

You were shown to Rin’s old room which is where the kids will be sleeping, you and Rin will be sleeping on futons in the living room. Akira had finally woken up and her and Rini were outside playing with Rin’s dog. A car horn honked outside and Rin and Kauru went outside to help with the groceries. You followed them as well to help and that’s when you finally met Rin’s mother.

She gave a small glare and scoffed, she walked past you, purposely bumping her shoulder with yours. She clearly stated you weren’t welcomed and you had no idea of the shit storm coming your way.

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chilling-seavey · 3 years

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Seasons Change (d.s.) - Cover Me Up

A/N Before I actually start writing this new story, I decided to write this blurb as a sort of pre-prologue. The events in this blurb do directly affect the events in the full story but you do not need to read this in order to read the main fic. Also, please follow the link in bio to add yourself to the taglist for this universe if you wish (unless you selected ‘tag for everything’!)

Summary: Daniel doesn’t want to leave his wife’s bedside. Not when she needs him most.

Warnings: This blurb deals with terminal illnesses, death of loved ones, grief etc.

Title inspired by Cover Me Up by Morgan Wallen

November 15, 2019

The house was quiet. It was usual now to find the silence that rested over the floorboards somewhat peaceful in the air of the small rural town. It was peaceful but it carried the weight of a thousand tonnes over the beams of the roof and the joists of the walls. In a sense, the peaceful quiet was almost suffocating.

With a six-year-old boy, an aspiring hockey player with rambunctious little personality in his small body, it was hard to find moments of quiet. But it felt like over previous month and a half, quiet was the only option. Even the little boy knew this well.

He would come home from school on the bright yellow school bus and run down the long dirt driveway to the white paneled farmhouse near the centre of the property, small Jack Russel Terrier running right beside him the whole way. His backpack bouncing over the material of his navy blue jacket and the tread of his sneakers on the thin gravel seemed to be the only sound in the tiny town.

Despite his obvious eager intent to run home at top speed, he would stop at the garden and pick one of the few flowers remaining before taking the front steps cautiously. He would then stop at the front door and take a breath before reaching for the handle and stepping inside. Daniel, who had been watching the clock like every weekday in the afternoon, was already at the front door when his son came home. He made sure the dog was inside before closing the door behind them and he helped his son to take his backpack off for him.

“How was school, spud?” Daniel asked quietly.

Everything was quiet.

“Good.”

Was always the response; quickly followed by a hopeful,

“How’s Mama?”

“Resting. You can go say hello if you like. Wash your hands first.” Daniel took his son’s jacket and shoes and then watched him hurry up the straight flight of stairs to the second floor. The six-year-old turned right at the top into the main bathroom and he heard the tap turn on.

With the school things tucked away in the front closet, Daniel headed back upstairs too and stepped into the master bedroom to the left of the stairs right behind his son.

“There’s my boy.” a soft voice greeted from the queen size bed just around the corner from the door as the little one climbed up onto the soft mattress.

Daniel leaned on the corner of the wall and watched the mother greet her son with the best smile she could offer him. Marigold was always like that; always smiling. She was rested back against a few down filled pillows under the cream coloured quilt and brushed her son’s messy brown hair out of his eyes.

“How was school, my darling boy?” she asked him like she did every weekday afternoon.

“Good.”

Was always the response. He held out the flower to her with his mother’s same smile.

“I picked you a flower, Mama.”

“Well, aren’t you as sweet as sugar?” Marigold tisked with a smile and took it from him to give it a little sniff. “Just like your Daddy, aren’t you, Lennox Blake?”

Six-year-old Lennox was just as in love with his mother as his father was and every time he looked at her, little hearts nearly floated in his light blue eyes.

“Are you better, Mama?” Lennox asked, like every day.

Marigold held his face in her hand that wasn’t taken by the small flower, “Not yet, sweet boy. I think I need some more of your magical hugs to see if that will help.”

Lennox grinned and nodded, shifting closer quickly.

“Gently, spud.” Daniel reminded softly from where he stood watching.

“He’s okay.” Marigold assured her husband softly, welcoming her son’s small body on top of hers with a smile and a slightly strained sigh. She twirled her fingers through his messy hair and kissed the top of his head, “I missed you so much today.”

Daniel walked around to her side of the bed and picked up her still-filled water glass before leaning down to kiss her dry lips, “Want me to put your pretty flower in a vase for you?”

Lennox smiled proudly at the offer and Marigold agreed with a small smile, holding out the small flower to her husband to take downstairs. With two hands free, she could hold her little boy more securely now and drew those little patterns over his back that he always liked, watching her melancholy husband leave to put the flower in a little glass of water for her and to start dinner preparation, petting the cat sleeping on the end of the bed on his way past.

Marigold didn’t know what she would have done if she didn’t have Daniel. She was a young woman of twenty-seven, in love with her high school sweetheart, and happened to be served the worst of life in the prior month and a half. Despite her diagnosis, he didn’t falter for a moment; he tended to her day in and day out as she got sicker and still treated her just as sweetly as he had on their very first date. She was the love of his life. What else was he supposed to do?

With Lennox upstairs telling Marigold all about his day, Daniel hurried around the kitchen to make dinner. He decided on a simple vegetable soup – something easy…he hated being too far from Marigold for too long – and set the three bowls on a tray with the flower in a glass of water with them. He set the tray on the top of the dresser in the master bedroom and helped to get Lennox sitting up in the middle of the bed with a pillow helping to prop him up before he passed him the half-filled bowl and a spoon.

“What do you say?” Marigold whispered.

Lennox smiled cheekily up at his father, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re very welcome, spud.” Daniel replied with a half smile.

He took his own bowl off the tray and set it to the side so he could bring the last one over to his wife. She glanced up at him silently as he set the tray over her lap. Their eyes lingered on each other’s for a moment as if they were having a silent conversation just the two of them as their son ate quietly beside them.

“Still not hungry?” Daniel asked ever so quietly.

Marigold shook her head gently.

Daniel hesitated for a moment but nodded and exchanged a kiss for the tray back. He set it on the dresser and set his own bowl beside the other before joining his little family on the bed. He wasn’t hungry either.

With Lennox eating contently between his parents, they watched him peacefully, Daniel’s arm draped around him and his fingers twirling the end of Marigold’s long hair through his fingers. They raised their little boy with the best manners so being able to eat in a bed and not at a table was quite exciting for Lennox. To the six-year-old, his mother simply had a cold and needed to stay in bed until she got better. He still saw the smiles she gave him and the warmth of her hugs and even though the house was quieter than it once was, he was sure it would be lively again.

After dinner, Daniel got Lennox bathed and dressed into pyjamas and sat him on the floor of the master bedroom to watch some TV before bed. With the boy distracted, Daniel tended to his wife; shifting the pillows behind her to have her resting down a bit more and felt her forehead for any sign of a fever. He picked up the chapstick from the bedside table and popped off the cap to apply a layer or two to her dry lips. Marigold watched him quietly, his furrowed brows and solemn blue eyes and careful steady hand that traced her familiar lips.

“You’re going to give yourself wrinkles, my sweet.” Marigold whispered with an ever so light chuckle, reaching up a dainty hand to smooth the creases between his eyebrows. “Don’t want to age that pretty face of yours too soon now.”

Daniel only stared at her for a moment, still leaned in close from having applied her well used chapstick and he offered a weak shrug and a dull, “Doesn’t matter.”

“Daniel.” Marigold sighed quietly.

“I’m sorry.” Daniel mumbled, bowing his head for a moment. He leaned in again, kissing her lips twice and then her nose once and her cheek before standing up straight and put the chapstick away. She smiled faintly at him and reached up a careful hand to dust over the thin material of his white button-up that was rolled to the elbows. It was open and he had a white tank top on underneath tucked into black jeans. She liked him like that; casual and effortlessly handsome.

The TV played on quietly in the background and Lennox sat on the rug with the family dog sleeping his head on his lap. The six-year-old adored the pup…he truly was this boy’s best friend. Marigold smiled lovingly across the room at her unaware boy, his brown hair plastered wet over his head and he sat slouched slightly on the floor as he watched his evening show. Daniel brought the dishes downstairs and tidied up the kitchen a little before returning to his family and switched off the TV.

“Daaad.” Lennox whined.

“Come on….story time with Mommy.” Daniel said softly, picking up the puppy from his lap so his son could climb back on the bed.

Lennox crawled up next to her and plopped himself down and pulled the quilt over his small legs. Marigold smiled and tucked her arm around her son so he was cuddled right up close to her side. With the hand that wasn’t holding the dog, Daniel passed over their favourite storybook to read – well, at least Marigold’s favourite. She bought it within the first month she found out she was pregnant, far too excited, and I Love You Forever sat front and center on the bookshelf in the nursery for all of Lennox’s young life. She had read it to him so much the spine was creased and a few pages a couple rips along the edges but they didn’t mind.

Daniel sat down with them and the dog curled himself up beside the cat the end of the bed while the family of three cuddled up together for a bedtime story. Marigold read quietly, her voice fading as the story came to an end and she coughed lightly as she closed the book gently. Lennox smiled up at her.

“One more?” he asked sweetly.

“No, no. It’s bedtime, sweet boy.” Marigold chuckled, pressing a kiss to his head.

Lennox nodded obediently.

She smiled gently at him and pet her hand over his damp hair, “I love you.”

“I love you this much!” Lennox threw out his arms wide, almost hitting Daniel in the face.

Marigold laughed weakly at their son and took his small hand in hers to pull him close and he cuddled up against her chest. She looked down at him and his tired blue eyes that were already starting to close from just being in her arms. She brushed her finger along his chubby cheek and gave it a little squish, “I love you more than all the flowers in the garden…and all the buggies in the fields…and all the leaves on the trees…”

With the little boy fading in his mother’s arms, it was time for bed. Marigold gave her son one last good night kiss to his soft cheek.

“Sweet dreams, my darling boy.”

Daniel scooped him up and Lennox gave her a sleepy wave from his father’s shoulder before he was carried down the hall to bed, the puppy rushing after them. His nightlight was switched on and Daniel made sure to tuck him nice and secure under his quilt like every night and the dog was left on his small pillow under the window. The book was placed back on the shelf and Daniel brought over Lennox’s favourite stuffed bear to cuddle with and tucked it in his arms.

He crouched down at his son’s bedside and brushed his large hand over Lennox’s small head, keeping his hair back from his face. Lennox blinked sleepily at him, cuddled up with his teddy bear.

“I love you.” the little boy yawned.

“I love you, spud.” Daniel whispered. He leaned in to kiss his head before standing up, “Sweet dreams.”

The door was shut behind him and Daniel lingered in the hallway for a moment. The window at the end of the hall sent streaks of moonlight over the hardwood and Daniel hadn’t even realized the sun had set. Days were blending into each other, hours were passing by too quickly, and Daniel felt like his life was dwindling right before his eyes. He could try to catch it – try to reach out and grasp what time he had left but it was inevitable. It was terminal.

Daniel returned to the master bedroom and closed the door behind him as to not wake his son. It wasn’t like there was going to be much noise at all in the silent house but it was habit. Marigold smiled tiredly at him from their bed and he walked around to her side to pet a hand through her hair. She leaned into his touch.

“Do you want a bath, sunshine?” Daniel asked softly.

Marigold just blinked tiredly up at him, her cheek resting heavily in the palm of his hand, “No, thank you.”

“Can I wash your face at least?”

“If you insist.”

Daniel stepped into the ensuite and ran a sink of lukewarm water to dampen a facecloth. He returned to her bedside and sat down with her to wipe her face gently with the cloth to help her feel somewhat put together. He usually helped her bathe every second day – every day if she was feeling up for it – and changed the sheets as often as he could to keep her fresh and comfortable. He was a good man.

Marigold’s face was wiped clean the best it could be by her husband’s gentle hand. He sat back from her and she rested her hand on his arm.

“Thank you.”

Daniel set his hand over hers, “What else can I get you, sunshine?”

Marigold thought for a moment and she sighed, “I think have to pee.”

Daniel nodded and stood up from the side of the bed to drop the facecloth back in the ensuite. He gently peeled back the quilt and the sheets and made sure her nightgown was down around her knees before sliding his hands around her back and helped to sit her up. She clung onto him weakly and he slowly shifted her legs off the side of the bed.

“Can you stand?” Daniel asked softly.

“Think so.” Marigold whispered. She held onto his arms as he helped to ease her up out of bed.

When she was standing, mostly using him to lean on as he held her up, Daniel noticed the wet patch in the bed.

His pause had her sighing, “It happened again?”

“Yeah.” Daniel said. “I’ll change the sheets.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Mari.” Daniel pulled over the usual wooden chair to her bedside and helped to ease her into it. It was one from the kitchen table but over the prior month or so it found its usual home in the corner of the master bedroom, only usually used by Daniel to sit with his wife as often as he could. With her sitting, he shooed the cat off the bed and worked quickly to strip the bed and change the padding on the mattress that was recommended by the doctors. He grabbed the extra sheets from the linen closet in the hallway and worked quickly to remake the bed for her.

Marigold watched him, her brows furrowed lightly as if in thought. She spoke quietly, “Is Lennox home from school yet?”

Daniel didn’t look up as he tucked the corner of the sheets under the mattress and answered his wife softly, “Yeah. He’s already in bed.”

Marigold nodded weakly.

When the bed was remade, he took an extra nightgown and pair of comfortable underwear from the dresser drawer for her and set them on the bed so he could change her out of her damp clothes. She raised her arms the best she could and Daniel shimmied her nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor before carefully easing her out of her soiled underwear. They stayed silent as he re-dressed her and Marigold clung onto him as he shifted her hips to get her underwear up her legs and as he pulled her fresh white nightgown over her head and made sure her hair was out of the neckline. He pressed his palm to her forehead to feel her temperature. She seemed fine.

Daniel held her arms in his hands and eased her up out of the wooden chair. They stood chest to chest, Marigold having to look up at him slightly, and they just stared at each other for a moment. Illness seemed to age her from her twenty-six years, but she was still the same sweet young woman Daniel fell in love with across the high school gymnasium. He raised one hand to her cheek and brushed his thumb over her skin.

“Will you dance with me, Mari?” he asked ever so softly, caressing her cheek with the back of his finger.

“Dance with you?” she chuckled tiredly. “I can try.”

Daniel smiled lightly and led her around from the side of the bed to the center of their room, making sure she took each step carefully. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and opened the music app to select their song. The gentle guitar melody filled the room and Daniel set the phone on the fireplace mantle to give him two hands free. Despite her pain, Marigold was smiling at him, letting him raise her arms to his shoulders and he wrapped his right around her waist to help hold her up.

“You okay?” he whispered behind the introductory music.

She nodded and she pursed out her lips to get him to dip down and kiss her. As the lyrics started, she rested her tired head on his shoulder and let him lead, rocking them back and forth slowly in place in the middle of their bedroom by moonlight. She was almost limp in his arms although she tried her best to move with him, her bare feet shuffling slightly underneath her as they swayed.

So girl, leave your boots by the bed,

We ain't leaving this room

'Til someone needs medical help

Or the magnolias bloom

It's cold in this house and I ain't going out to chop wood

So cover me up and know you're enough

To use me for good

They danced often; usually Marigold would insist and drag Daniel away from whatever he was doing to have a quick dance in the kitchen or in the garden whenever the music from the radio hit her. Daniel wasn’t much of a dancer but there was something about Marigold’s contagious dimpled grin that always convinced him.

She truly was his sunshine, always dancing or singing or smiling whenever she could…the light of his life. Her spark was in their son too with her same smile and ability to pull Daniel from his shell. Lennox was the perfect mix of both of them and it broke their hearts that trying for a second baby was the beginning of the end. They had years worth of plans; things to do and places to visit and songs to dance to. They were each other’s person…just with not enough time.

Marigold’s hands tightened on the back of Daniel’s shirt, eyes falling closed as she let the music move them slowly around the rug of their room. He held her up, one arm around her waist and the other petting her hair as he let his breaths fall calmly against her neck, listening to the gentle song and the words that spoke too close to his heart.

Daniel whispered them to her, “But home was a dream, one that I'd never seen, 'til you came along”

So girl, hang your dress out to dry

We ain't leaving this room

'Til Percy Priest breaks open wide

And the river runs through

And carries this house on its stones

Like a piece of driftwood

So cover me up and know you're enough

To use me for good

“Dani.”

He paused their dancing for a moment as the quiet music played on from the mantle and glanced down at his wife, “What is it, Mari?”

“I’m…” she struggled to take a breath, “I’m really tired.”

“Okay, sunshine, I got you.” Daniel whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He crouched down ever so slightly to lift her up in his arms, carrying her slowly back to bed as she kept her hands around his neck.

You knew it was serious when Marigold asked to stop dancing.

He laid her in bed as the song played on in the background and tucked the blankets up around her. He pressed a hand to her forehead and then to her cheek when he found her a little cold.

“Do you want the fire on?”

“Yes please.” Marigold whispered, blinking tiredly up at him. “And a sweater?”

Daniel let the song play through as he knelt down in front of the fireplace across the rom and took a few pieces of chopped wood from the basket next to it to light a fire. With a match lit and tossed in, the kindling caught flame easily and soon the room was filling with comfortable heat and a warm glow. Daniel returned to his wife’s bedside with one of his hoodies in hand and helped slide her arms into it and tucked it around her thin body before he sat himself down in the wooden chair as the song ended and the room fell back into perfect silence.

Marigold’s smaller and frailer hands fit into both of Daniel’s larger ones with ease and he rubbed his thumbs over her dry skin, his fingers callused from years of farm work, hockey practice, and guitar. His skin was rough but all too familiar and Marigold smiled weakly up at him from where she laid in bed. The moonlight that shone brighter through their bedroom window at the back of the house illuminated her thin face with the warm light of her bedside table lamp and Daniel stared at her silently. Their nights consisted of that now; lingering eye contact and hand holding, as if they hadn’t had enough of each other over the last eight years.

Her hair didn’t shimmer beautiful blonde like it used to, in fact, her whole appearance felt faded. It almost was as if she was from an old movie, drowned out in sepia and black and white until her tones and shades were as plain as the cream coloured sheets she laid in. The pillows were covered in tangled waves of her long hair and Daniel brushed the strands from her face with a gentle touch before raising her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Marigold’s dry lips fought to smile slightly at him and she ran her finger over his wedding ring that was set on his left hand.

“What are you smiling at?” Daniel asked softly.

“You.” she answered with ease. “My sweet Daniel.”

He kissed her hand again, letting his lips linger there a moment longer before resting his cheek down. Her fingers were cold against his flushed face and he just held her there to try and keep her warm, staring up at her.

“I love you.” Daniel whispered.

“I love you so much.” Marigold breathed.

She inhaled a little, struggling to catch her breath for a moment, and Daniel kissed her fingers one by one before resting them against his cheek again. They didn’t speak for a moment, just staring at each other with nothing but heartache adoration. It was as if they both knew.

Marigold weakly traced the shape of Daniel’s hands as he simply kept his eyes on her pale face, humming the tune to their song. Each line and callous over his skin was home to her touch, the veins on the back of his hand and the ring on his finger were part of her too. Daniel swore Marigold lived in him since they had their first kiss in the back of his pickup truck all those years ago. She was a part of his body, his heart, and his soul.

He sat with her as the minutes ticked by and the moon rose higher in the dark night sky, carefully watching each of her shallow shuttering inhales and rocky exhales. His soft voice filled their bedroom, singing to her quietly through the night. Midnight came and went and Daniel didn’t move from the chair at her bedside, his heart racing in his chest and his voice quivering slightly as he sang to her. His head rested down on her stomach and she weakly brushed her fingers through his sun-kissed brown hair. He could hear her heartbeat with his ear pressed to her body and it was slow and faint. His lyrics faltered for a moment and he sat up from her again.

“Marigold.” Daniel breathed.

She licked her dry lips and her cold hand fell into his, offering him a weak, “What is it, my sweet?”

“Mari…I…” Daniel’s blue eyes brimmed with tears but he didn’t dare let a single one fall.

Not when she was laying in front of him with death on her shoulder.

Daniel took a deep breath, “I…I don’t know what to do.”

Marigold nodded gently, her own light eyes brimming with tears, and she linked her pinky with his, “I know.”

He rested his elbows on his knees and held her hand in his against his lips, “I love you so much.”

“I’ve loved you enough for five lifetimes.” Marigold whispered.

He waited with her. He sat at her bedside and held her hands and sang to her quietly and let the minutes tick by, only praying for more. More moments to see her smile, more seconds to hear her laugh, more minutes to feel the soil softened texture of her skin. Time was slipping from him. Time was a landslide and he watched the world fade from the bright eyes of the love of his life day by day. He could hold onto her as tightly as he could but there was no mercy to be spared. His one true love was dying. And there was nothing he could do to save her.

Her breathing was starting to rattle slightly and her chest shuttered with each inhale. Daniel sang to her quietly, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek before holding both her hands in his. Marigold had tears in her eyes and she trembled sightly, not tearing her eyes from her husband.

“I got you.” Daniel whispered, shuffling closer to her bedside so she could feel more of his presence. “I’m right here.”

He held her hands and sang their song quietly to her as her breathing slowed and she grew weaker. The fire crackled soothingly from across the room and the moon shone brightly through the window overlooking the star sprinkled garden.

It was quarter to three am when Marigold’s chest fell still.

Daniel’s whispered singing faded out as his eyes dropped to her hand falling limp in his. He looked back up at her face, her eyes half closed and focused on him but unmoving.

“Mari?” Daniel breathed, giving her hand a little squeeze.

She was unresponsive.

“M-Marigold?” his voice broke.

The house was quiet. Far more quiet than Daniel was used to.

Daniel’s next breath ached his chest, burned his throat, and broke his heart. He lifted up Marigold’s hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her cold skin. At least they had their last dance.

He swallowed back his tears desperately, trying to convince himself that it was expected and he had the last month and a half to prepare…but how can you truly prepare to become a widow? Daniel pulled his phone from his pocket as he stood up from the chair and stood by the window overlooking the darkened gardens of their acreage as he dialled the funeral home as told. It was closed at barely 3am so Daniel left a message. When the line beeped, he couldn’t find his words for a moment.

Saying it out loud made it real.

“Hi this is Daniel…Daniel Seavey…it’s around 3am…” he checked the time, “2:49am…and…I was told to call when my wife…when…when my wife…”

Daniel looked back towards the bed and forced himself to breathe before focussing back out the window into the darkness.

“…when she passed.” Daniel swallowed thickly and bowed his head. “Give me a call when you open and come to…retrieve her…I’ll…I’ll meet you at the door. Thanks.”

Daniel hung up and slid his phone back in his pocket and leaned his forehead against the cool window with a trembling sigh. He had promised Marigold many times since her diagnosis that he would be brave for her and no shut down but holy shit he felt like his heart was shattering right out of his chest. He took a moment to breathe, to try and keep his emotions at bay which wasn’t easy especially being sleep deprived and exhausted, but forced himself to face the bed again. Marigold laid still.

Daniel walked over and tucked her arms under the blankets and brushed her long hair out of her face. She looked like she was sleeping if it wasn’t for the pale complexion of her face and the cool touch of her skin.

The house was perfectly quiet as Daniel stepped out into the hallway and took the stairs slowly but surly. He fed the cat and started the laundry and busied himself in the silence that rang in his ears. He felt like he was dreaming, floating, gliding around the house as he turned off the lights and locked the front door but left the porch light on for the funeral directors to arrive after sunrise.

Daniel found himself in the doorway of his son’s room, watching the six-year-old sleep soundly and peacefully, unbothered by the world. He had thought about it for the last month or so; how he was going to tell Lennox that his mother died and was never coming back. That would be one of the hardest things Daniel would ever have to do in his life.

With Lennox left sleeping, Daniel closed the door again and returned to his own room. He smothered the fire and closed the curtains and busied himself with getting changed into his pyjamas. He only really made it halfway: sliding on a pair of plaid lounge pants and shrugging off his button up before his body physically couldn’t hold back anymore. His sudden sob startled him and Daniel pressed a hand to his mouth to keep from possibly waking his son in the next room.

He turned off the bedroom lights and climbed into bed through his blurring tears and shuffled up close to his wife. She was cold and limp but he was heartbroken and all he wanted to do was hold her one last time. So Daniel curled his arm around her waist and nuzzled his face in her neck to try and encompass himself in the familiarity of her. His tears dripped down his cheeks and into the soft fabric of his hoodie that she still wore and he clung onto the material and cried until he was sure he was drowning in his tears.

With his son asleep peacefully nearby, Daniel forced himself into silence; weeping and whimpering through strangled gasps that he smothered into the shoulder of his sweater, wrapped around his wife. He knew it wasn’t his fault and that there was nothing he could have done differently to save her, but he still cried out a pathetic, “I’m sorry” into her neck, stroking her hair and almost hoping to will her back to life.

The farmhouse was quiet, their property was quiet, and the entire small town of Lincoln seemed to be perfectly silent as the minutes ticked by, the hours blended into each other, and Daniel cried the orange sun above the horizon. The small yellow marigold flower sat wilted in the cup on the nightstand.

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firstginger · 3 years

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daemon roundup: terrier time

Terriers are vermin-hunting dogs, meaning they are energetic, determined, and fearless. These breeds are often denoted by their drive: terriers notoriously pour themselves completely into what they do, which also leads to their stubborn and headstrong reputation. Anyone considering a terrier daemon will find themselves firstly relating to domestic dog traits as a whole: close-bonding, empathetic, and communicative with their chosen ones. Domestic dog daemons have a wonderful sense of loyalty and altruism towards the people they love, and most delight in making their people happy, either through emotional support or service. They tend to be able to fit in anywhere, though without support can grow insecure and anxious. Terriers are a subset of the domestic dog, and are people with boundless energy, a playful spirit, and a tunnel-vision drive when it comes to pursuing what they want. Their friends will know them as friendly, determined, and loving, though also hard-headed and independent when indulging in their interests.

Sound like you? Here’s four beloved terrier species to help you get started on your terrier form search.

BORDER TERRIER, Canis lupus familiaris Bio: The Border Terrier is a rough-coated terrier bred in Great Britain as a fox and vermin hunter. Nowadays they're more often seen as family pets, owing to their friendly and docile temperament, as well as their charming stubbornness. They're very energetic dogs that haven't lost their instinctual prey drive; they're known to be active, noisy, and adventurous, and can be destructive if their needs aren't met. Otherwise they're low maintenance dogs who can fit into a multitude of environments and will become very bonded with their owner. Traits: In addition to the classic terrier traits, the Border Terrier individual is going to be someone who has an “on” switch. They’re altruistic and sociable people who prioritize peace among their friends and loved ones, though their sense of devotion to their loved ones can cause them to overstep their bounds. They are highly opinionated though when unhealthy will bottle everything up, and on the flip side are also highly sensitive, especially when it comes to being excluded and are very prone to jealousy. When a Border Terrier soul is feeling secure, they are delightful and affectionate, eager to accommodate other people’s needs and create a homey environment. When their interest is piqued or they’re otherwise prompted, they become intensely focused and need to absolutely understand something before they can move on. One should never think a Border Terrier individual is lazy; even at rest, they have quick minds and love circling issues and solving problems. They tend to get restless and stir crazy when stuck in one mindset or environment for two long and they delight in new experiences with those they love. When isolated, they have a tendency to spiral mentally and struggle with their confidence, though they blossom when they’re around others, receiving validation, and discovering new things.

JACK RUSSELL TERRIER, Canis lupus familiaris Bio: The Jack Russell was bred as a fox hunter in England and is well-known as a popular family and companion dog. This breed has a reputation for being incredibly tenacious and driven; they're highly active and inquisitive, and are an athletic breed of dog that is known to be strong-hearted and fearless. As a terrier, the Jack Russell still has a strong prey drive and can be stubborn and willful to train. Many note the Jack Russell's intelligence: they're clever, and can be temperamental and moody towards those who do not treat them well. Ultimately they excel beneath consistency and humor, and have an outgoing and energetic spirit that always keeps them busy. Traits: In addition to the classic terrier traits, the Jack Russell individual is everybody’s best friend. They’re cheerful and outgoing, and have an energy that few others can match. It’s likely this person is something of a social butterfly and delights in having multiple groups of friends to be doing things with. They’re courageous to the point of reckless, and when it comes to their activities, can be stereotyped as impulsive and always pushing the envelope. It’s difficult to talk this person out of following their heart and their instincts. They don’t take well to criticism and absorb it personally, and can be something of a rebel when someone tries too strongly to direct their path. Their imagination tends to be independent-minded and they are extremely competitive when someone else steps up to the plate. Notoriously clever, Jack Russell souls wear their hearts on their sleeves and hold grudges for years. They’re a ride-or-die type of friend but they don’t look back when scorned. Overall they’re lively people who speak their mind and tend to assert themselves, and are natural leaders so long as you’re going where they’re going and indulge their curiosity.

CAIRN TERRIER, Canis lupus familiaris Bio: The Cairn Terrier is a breed originating from Scotland to hunt and chase quarry in the cairns, though they’ve grown to prominence as family pets especially after the stardom of Toto in The Wizard of Oz. They're naturally active dogs but can thrive in a variety of environments, including apartment life. Cairns require a lot of attention and don't do well when left alone for extended periods of time, though they can also be an independent and stubborn breed. Their intelligence and sense of curiosity makes them willful, but they’re highly sensitive to punishment. Traits: In addition to the classic terrier traits, the Cairn Terrier is an opinionated and busybody sort of person. They’re independent-minded and derive a lot of confidence from their specific ideas and thoughts, and do not hesitate to share them with others. One might consider them self-important, though Cairns internally feel vulnerable and require support from their loved ones. They are sensitive to being left out or not listened to, and enjoy the security of feeling essential to their friends and an important component of the group. Highly persistent people, they have a tendency to latch onto ideas and goals and pursue them with reckless abandon. There’s nothing these individuals love more than seeing their dreams come to fruition, especially if it benefits those around them or society as a whole. They have large hearts and are extremely outgoing; they adore being the center of attention and make new friends easily due to their upbeat and bold nature (and their loud voice). A Cairn Terrier soul knows how to make the most of any situation and can’t be held down for long.

IRISH TERRIER, Canis lupus familiaris Bio: The Irish Terrier, as one might expect, originates from Ireland and is one of the oldest terrier breeds. They were bred as vermin hunters, though they also garnered a reputation as a close familial companion that still persists today. They're notoriously strong-willed and intelligent, and can be difficult to train for an inexperienced owner lacking consistency and patience. They are highly energetic and lively, known for barking and bolting. Despite their stubborn sense of curiosity, Irish Terriers are also good-natured and devoutly affectionate, especially with children. They’re protective over their families and do not turn tail easily. Traits: In addition to the classic terrier traits, the Irish Terrier individual is the bold and energetic sort, exceptionally playful but the type to push boundaries. They’re clever and confident in themselves which gives them that free-spirited vibe and makes them restless with routine. Highly opinionated, these people are the type to make their opinions clear and are perhaps prone to quips — they relish attention and don’t like being held down. It’s extremely hard to change an Irish Terrier’s mind once they’re set in their path. They’re daredevils, tenacious and headstrong, and have a thick skin for disagreement and criticism. When this individual isn’t off on their own adventure or in their own head, they are wonderful friends and delight in having companions who can keep up with them. These are people are love a sounding board or a hype type of friend; they’re easily bored, and their loved ones should expect to be pulled into some spontaneous plan or another. Once an Irish Terrier has become attached to someone, they’re very protective of them and will tenaciously stick up for their needs. Notably, they’re more wary of strangers and may be prone to snap judgments until someone wins over their loyalty.

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apollostears · 4 years

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home in you | s. rogers

fandom: marvel

pairing: steve rogers x black!reader

creator: maya

warning(s): none

: i’ve literally been in the sappiest mood because i’m fantasizing of what i want my real life to be like and i hate it 👎🏾. also, because the ending of endgame is trash af, we gone scrap most of that shit in this.

*photo not mine*

steve had been through a lot. that was a fact that would not and could not be disputed. if anyone deserved love and comfort, he was definitely qualified as one of them. after all the battles and wars, death and destruction, he was tired and just wanted something to call home.

and that’s where you come in.

two months after getting everybody back, steve was struggling. the avengers had essentially retired and everyone had their own thing going on. bucky and sam were doing hero work, tony and clint were raising families, wanda was training new recruits and doing charity work, thor was busy being a god, and bruce was saving the world with science.

what was steve doing? shopping for a dog. he had been thinking about it for awhile, pondering the idea of having a furry companion. but he only acted on it after sam had pointed out how lonely he looked. steve didn’t like how obvious his status was and figured maybe a dog could fix that.

so, there he was in the dog park with his newest family member; a jack russell terrier puppy named dodger. he didn’t think it was possible, but boy was steve in love with that dog. dodger was energetic but gentle, playful with most people and just all around adorable. at the moment, the old hero was content in his life.

then you came rushing in like a brain freeze, chasing after your own pet who had ran loose to play with his dog. with your braids done up and a light shine to your skin, steve thought you looked like an angel coming to him. an exasperated look was displayed across your face and the first word to come to mind was: cute. that’s how you looked, profusely apologizing for your wild animal as steve paid no mind to the words you were saying and instead to the way your lips moved.

“sorry, again. i don’t know what happened!” you explained, feeling ashamed that your dog would choose today to be a good day to act up in front of captain america.

you knew who he was, but you also knew that he was retired and a civilian now. at least...that’s what he wanted people to think. you’d still always see him as a hero that saved many lives.

“oh, no worries. the two seem to be getting along just fine.” steve brushed off your apology in a kind way.

the smile he gave you and chuckle that followed after had you swooning on the inside. he looked great with a full beard and long-ish hair. a complete 180 from his soldier look that he had branded the last few years.

adrenaline gone, you became more aware of your surroundings and felt a little nervous to be talking to the powerful man. “oh, well okay.” you bashfully said, unsure of what to say next.

“i apologize if this is too forward, but i was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime? you just seem like an amazing woman and i’d be a fool to not say anything.” steve didn’t miss a beat as he asked you out.

if you weren’t so caught up in your own shock of being asked out by one of your famous crushes, you would’ve noticed that he was just as surprised in his own confidence.

“uh-uh yeah. yes! yes, that’s good with me.” you flashed him a smile and steve swore his heart stopped.

after exchanging numbers and little bit more small talk, you were on your way back to your apartment but that wouldn’t be the last time the super soldier saw you.

a year and some time later, you were waddling around your shared apartment with a sparkly ring on your finger and a baby in your stomach. steve just couldn’t figure out how he’d gotten so blessed.

after losing peggy, he didn’t expect to ever truly fall in love again. but after meeting you by chance, he understood how possible it was to love. steve knew that time was short, he knew it all too well, and there was no way he was waiting for the ‘right time’ anymore.

not when he had found a home in you after all.

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floridaboiler · 3 years

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How Many Dogs Does it Take to Change Light Bulb?

1. Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?

2. Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.

3. Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!

4. Rottweiler: Make me.

5. Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.

6. Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!

7. German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.

8. Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.

9. Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb!

10. Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.

11. Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb.

12. Pointer: I see it, there it is, there it is, right there.....

13. Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?

14. Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle...

15. Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it.

By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.

The Cat's Answer: "Dogs do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the real question is: How long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage?"

ALL OF WHICH PROVES, ONCE AGAIN, THAT WHILE DOGS HAVE MASTERS, CATS HAVE STAFF.

#light bulb #dog #cat #dogs #cats

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amyscascadingtabs · 4 years

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expecto patronum

Post-The Fugitive. Jake and Amy talk Harry Potter, patronuses, and love.

✨read on ao3 ✨

“Hey, babe, I’m home!”

The door makes a distinctive clicking noise behind Jake as he locks it. It’s only one of the many sounds he’s getting used to; his new home is full of them, and they’ve become much more noticeable now that he’s here every day. He’s known his way around this apartment for a long time, but living there, permanently, is different. It’s a good kind of different, though.

“In here!” Amy shouts from her – from their – bedroom, and Jake hurries to hang up his jacket and bag before going to greet his girlfriend.

He’s coming home late tonight. A questioning at work dragged over after a surprise confession, and as exciting as those are, Jake’s bitter over missing dinner and Property Brothers with Amy. He half hadn't expected her to be awake still, but once he was finally free to text her that he was on his way home, she replied straight away to tell him she'd be waiting. Rosa had teased him about how wide he’d been smiling, but Jake hadn’t found it in him to care.

Amy’s laying on her stomach in bed with a thick book leaned against the pillow, resting her chin against one hand as she reads and holding up the cover with her other. Jake recognizes the book; it’s Prisoner of Azkaban, the third book in the Harry Potter series. He was reading it himself a few weeks ago.

“Ah, Harry Potter. Good choice.”

Amy closes the book against her index finger and looks up at him. “Yeah, you inspired me. How was work?”

“We got a confession,” he grins. “It was dope. Guy just started rambling, pretty much told us his whole life story for some reason, and now we have him. I even got to call the victim’s mom, tell her the news.”

“Sounds like a good day, then.”

“Yeah. Missed seeing you, though.”

“You see me all the time, babe. We live and work together.”

“I know, so it makes me feel even weirder when I don't!”

Amy laughs, letting out that adorable chortling sound he only ever hears when they're alone. Then she looks back to her book, scooching closer to her preferred side of the bed, and Jake takes that as an instruction to change into pajamas so he can join her.

Any regular night, he would probably have taken time to shower and brush his teeth first, but it's been a long day. He simply undresses instead, smirking as he notices Amy’s subtle side glance when he takes off his shirt. This, these small moments of appreciation between them, is yet another one of the parts he loves most about sharing a life with her – it’s nearly midnight, he’s exhausted and he remembers Amy mentioning starting her period, so sex is almost guaranteed to be off the table – but she still makes him feel attractive, makes him feel confident and wanted. He never realized how much that being an equal exchange meant to him before their relationship.

“So,” he asks her, “where are you up to in the book, then?”

“Almost finished the whole thing,” she says, looking very proud of herself. “I’m at the time-turner chapter. Harry thinks he saw his dad cast a patronus from the other side of the lake, but then he realizes just saw himself.”

“Man, that part was so sad.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah!” Jake huffs, crawling underneath the covers. “I just… felt for him, you know? He wishes he could meet his parents, just once, even if he knows it's impossible. He wants this family he never had.”

“It makes you realize how in the end, he's just a kid. A brave kid, but a kid.”

“A kid in desperate need of therapy.”

“Amen,” says Amy, flipping a page. “Hogwarts mental health services do seem to be severely lacking. Did you know the dementors were inspired by the author’s own experiences with depression, by the way?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Dark creatures with the power to bring out all the worst memories in your head, making you feel like you’ll never be happy again. Like you can’t even remember what it’s like. And the only way to defeat them is to hold onto the very happiest moments of your life and create a shield out of them.”

“Kind of deep for a kid's book,” Jake reflects, and Amy nods.

“Maybe. But it's not pushed on them, either. It's a way for them to understand, without knowing that they're understanding. I always loved that about the Harry Potter books,” she says, a sudden dreamy look in her eyes. “They're just… intelligent.”

Jake means to agree with her, but then his body remembers he's been at work for the entire day, and out comes an embarrassingly big yawn that makes Amy laugh.

“Long day? I can read to you if you want.”

“Dreamgirl,” he mumbles. Amy rolls her eyes, but then she reaches out to pull him closer, her left hand running through his hair as she holds the book with her right, and he can see her smiling.

Jake's not sure how long she's reading for. He loses track of time, but frankly, he doesn’t mind. Amy's reading voice is low, peaceful enough to relax him but varied enough to entice him at the same time. Her fingers keep brushing through his curls as she reads, tracing soft circles on his scalp. He listens to her read the part where Harry and Hermione fly on Buckbeak to rescue Sirius, and it doesn't matter that he read the book himself just a few weeks ago, because he could listen to her voice forever.

He gets to do that now, he realizes, because they live together now. It may only have been a week, and not completely without its challenges, but it already feels like one of the best decisions of his life. Even though they were spending almost every night together before as well, there’s something special about coming home and Amy already being there. Not because they’ve made specific plans for her to be, but because that’s the norm, because home is the same place for the two of them now. There’s something intimate about getting to share a routine with her, working out a system for who gets the bathroom when in the morning, adding stuff onto the same grocery list. Even seeing his t-shirts next to hers in the dresser puts a smile on his face in the morning. It feels grown-up, and it feels stable, and it feels right.

He wonders sometimes if he could have imagined this the night she knocked on his door to tell him screw light and breezy. Honestly, he probably could have, even if he was too proud to admit it to himself in the beginning. But after a year and a half of dating, of which six excruciating months were spent apart (and hopefully no more will ever be, he thinks), Jake couldn’t care less about pride. He loves Amy Santiago, and he wants to spend all the time he can with her, give her everything and share his life with her for as long as she’ll let him. That, if anything, makes him proud. In any case, it’s like he said that first night undercover as Johnny and Dora – there’s really no one else’s opinion he cares about more than hers.

Amy finishes the chapter, reaching for a bookmark before putting the book on her nightstand.

“There,” she laughs. “That’s your goodnight story.”

“Mm, one more chapter.”

“Mm, no. It’s late, babe.”

“I have a question,” he says then, knowing it’ll garner her attention and give him some more treasured quality time before they really have to go to sleep. Amy raises an eyebrow and shakes her head lovingly at him, but then she nods. “Harry’s patronus is a stag, right? Like his dad’s animagus form. And in the fifth book, Hermione has an otter, and Ron some kind of dog.”

“A Jack Russell terrier. Yeah, why?”

“How is your patronus determined? Like… how does it know?”

“It’s supposed to reflect your innermost personality,” she answers, not missing a beat. “It represents something about you that makes you who you are. Something that gives you strength, I would say. So for Harry, that would be the thought of his parents fighting for him.”

“I like that,” Jake says. “A lot of things in that universe are just grossly poetic though, aren't they?”

This makes Amy chuckle. “Very true.”

“What do you think yours would be?”

“Oh. Hmm.” She presses her lips together. “I don't know. What do you think?”

“We could find out,” He grins, reaching for his phone. “I’m sure there's a BuzzFeed quiz.”

He's right – and although Amy rolls her eyes at him at first, they end up having a laugh at the quiz, picking the options they think best suit the other one and shrugging when the results suggest Amy’s would be a horse, and Jake’s a stag.

“The descriptions are pretty accurate, though,” Amy says, reading from Jake’s phone. “Brave and fearless, and your greatest asset is your ability to love. Sometimes you get a bit hot-headed and impatient –” Jake fake-gasps. “– but your friends are your source of peace, getting you through the good and bad.”

“I still think it should be a ninja turtle,” he mutters. “But yours is true, too. Loyal, smart, underrated badass.”

“It just gave us the same patronuses as Harry and Ginny.” Amy smiles. “They do get together later, so I guess that works.”

“Spoilers! I haven’t gotten to that part yet!”

“Oh, come on, it’s really obvious.” She kisses the pouting grimace off of his face. “Different question. What memory would you use to cast your patronus?”

“I have thought about that,” he confesses, blushing. “It’s a three-way tie. The first time you told me you loved me. That evening when you stood outside my door and told me you wanted to be with me, for reals. Maybe even our first date, after the bet. All of those, together… I think they’d make a damn good patronus.”

“Wow.” Amy almost looks taken aback, like she wasn’t expecting that moment of sincerity. “I’m surprised you didn’t just say the first time we had sex or something.”

“Would you have wanted me to say that? Wait, is that yours? Santiago –”

“Oh my god, obviously not –”

“Obviously? Wow, hurtful, much –”

“Just let me finish!”

“Title of –”

“Stop!” Amy’s shaking with laughter, holding her hand on top of his mouth just for a second. “Stop, stop. What I meant to say was that it’s the same for me. That’s what I’d think of, too.”

“Even the bet? Even though you lost?”

“Yes, babe. Even though I lost.”

“So it wouldn’t be the first time we had sex, then.”

She smirks. “We’ve had better since.”

Then she leans over him, and her lips are on his, insistent but soft at once. His heartbeat’s speeding by the time she pulls away, and it satisfies him to see that her face is a little flushed, too.

“For the record,” Jake mumbles as she rests her head on his chest after, “this, right here – would also work for a damn good patronus.”

“Oh, yeah. No dementor would stand a chance.”

“Mm. You’re a nerd, but I love you.”

“I love you, too. Goodnight, babe.”

“Goodnight,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around her and allowing himself a brief moment to revel in the feeling that’s started growing in him recently.

Forever, this could be forever.

#my writing #b99 #brooklyn nine-nine #peraltiago #jake x amy #b99 fic #jake x amy fanfiction #peraltiago fanfiction #this is so self-indulgent wow #harry potter

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