#the prince and his dog

[dittaturamonegasca]

local monegasque prince adopts a dog and makes it everyone's problem

[kamapon]

Princess carrying Soukoku drabble from my P*treon 🤭🤭

[chickensauras]

I think Laois and MY personal favorite creature, The Simurgh, would get along :]

[xysidhequeen]

I wonder about Jason’s reaction with the good ghost dog, Cujo?

I love these questions so much, they make me think and flesh out this AU.

So. Jason met Cujo in probably one of the least ideal ways humanly(ghostly?) possible.

Cujo had wandered into the castle, as he does because he is a free spirit. He had followed the exciting new scent and found Jason's room. He then proceeded to chew on and eat all of Jason's shoes.

You'd think this would be while he was in puppy form. Nope. He was in his huge Hulk-Rottweiler-Hellhound form. So. He's just there, happily munching on Jason's shoes, remains of other pairs scattered about him like rubbery, leather confetti when Jason walks in. Sees this absolute UNIT of a monster dog wagging his tail and scarfing down the Doc Martens Sam has bought him last week.

Jason was sorta settled into the GZ at this point and just sighed, turned around and yelled out. "Danny your damn mutt is eating all my shoes!"

And Danny, who knew Jason hadn't met Cujo yet was like "How'd you know he's my dog?! You can't blame everything on me!"

And Jason stares him dead in the eyes, steps to the side so Cujo can see Danny and Danny just gets absolutely bodied by the goodest boy.

"You get to tell Sam your dog ate my shoes, fucker."

Jason wasn't that upset. He's not overly attached to things like clothes. They tend to get damaged often during spars and fights and workshop accidents anyways. Sam was far more upset. ("Those were limited edition Danny!")

Jason does love Cujo. He's very much a dog person. He doesn't really like cats. He swears they're all actually demons(and he's met demons. He uses this as proof). But cats adore Jason so much. He's a portable heater, so they climb all over him if given a chance. But he prefers dogs, and so he adores Cujo. Sometimes, he'll even take Cujo for walkies to the Underworld to play with his best friend Cerberus, and Jason will trade baking recipes with Persephone. Cujo likes Jason too, as he'll play fight with him, and he's harder to accidentally yeet like Danny.

Danny gets really flustered and tongue tied anytime he sees Jason and Cujo playing. A picture of Jason asleep on a couch with puppy Cujo laying on his chest is his current lockscreen.

[gmalaart]

Valentine’s Day is about keeping your loved ones close… so create a blood bond with your local vampire prince today!

[cerealbishh]

all the eric and max interactions throughout the film

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Critical hit

[illustratus]

His Highness In Disgrace by Laslett John Pott

[yabakuboi]

Eddie only just was able to get the barman's permission to perform this night, and glad he is for it, as his pockets have weighed lighter than ever before in his life. He'd be pleased to find pay in a tankard or loaf tonight, anything to fill his aching belly.

But he's lucky as the men and women here seem to be in high spirits. The land has long been in war since the king's death, rotten bastard he may have been. Eddie hadn't been sad to see him go, but the chaos that followed had ruined the smallfolk in consequence since their coward prince had fled the scene of his crime. The king had been cruel, but still he'd been their king, and the common people spit on the prince's name still, even when some new royal's been crowned and brought peace with him.

And that kind of ire is what feeds Eddie on nights like this.

"Kingslayer, kingslayer, little Prince Steven has run," he sings, bawdy and loud as the crowd of men around him sing along. "Run up the hills and past the sun, took our king Phillip and gutted him plain, our kingslayer Prince Steven, a coward more than a maid!"

They sing along with him, hooting and hollering all to the end of it, and pay him in copper coins and ale that Eddie takes happily, slurping it down as he rests by the fire.

It's then he sees the table in the corner, the cloaked figures surrounding it, and the woman glaring daggers at him. But more interesting than that is the most beautiful man Eddie's ever seen, smiling at him wearily, eyes bright and interested and a little sad. Eddie's got no fear of a quick tumble with dangerous men, so he takes his gittern and his ale and makes his way quickly to them.

"Fair night, weary travelers," Eddie crows as he wiggles himself between the woman and the beautiful man. "What brings you so far out from the capitol?"

The lot of them regard him with mixed interest, the older man not even looking up and a girl with firey hair treating him with a sign of boredom.

"What business is yours to know, bard?" she says, already turning her nose off to watch the rowdy tavern beyond their table.

"None at all," Eddie says, leaning into the man beside him, slinging an arm over his broad shoulder to feel the heat of him beneath his cloak. "I'm here to do nothing but entertain tonight, and I fear I've bored your table to tears! I do take requests you know, for the right coin."

This he says to the man under his arm, leaning in closer to get a good look at those pretty brown eyes in the dim light of the fire.

"We have no coin for you, sot," says the woman beside them, ire evident in her tone. "Be gone with you—"

"No coin, that's true," says Eddie's beautiful man. He smiles at Eddie now, pearly teeth and pretty lips, and Eddie would sing him any song for nothing more than to keep those eyes on him. "You'll have to forgive us, we're not good company I'm afraid."

"Richer company wouldn't be as sweet as yours, dove," Eddie tells him, watching the pink of his cheeks darken.

There's a gagging sound from across the table, and its then that Eddie realizes he's in the company of striplings. Two girls in men's clothes, both of them are young in the face and barely past their majorities. Yet still they are travel-worn, all five of them: the two girls, the woman and the dour man, and the beautiful budde under Eddie's arm.

Chuckling, he says to Eddie, "A wag you are, bard, with such empty words. Do you flirt so with all poor men you find?"

"None are poorer than me, sweeting, and none are more enchanting than you. It is payment enough just to look at you, and I would sing for an age and fill my empty stomach with just your smile, or your taste if you'd grant me—"

"Gods damned!" the woman Eddie's other side gusts. "I cannot hear another foul word." She stands then, and the two girls follow, one rolling her eyes and the other giggling quitely. The woman leans past Eddie and hisses into her companion's ear, "Be done with this fool swiftly, or I'll leave you to the wolves."

"You'd never," he says back to her, smiling at Eddie, face flushed pretty and dark even as he speaks.

"Hopper would never," she says tilting her head at the remaining dour man still sitting at the table, deep into his cups and paying no mind to any around them. "But I would sell you for tanner and a duck to the first bidder."

"I'm worth at least an ox," he tells her with a cocky grin, and Eddie might want more than just one tumble with this man. "Find a room and I'll find you when I please to."

She huffs and stomps off, the girls on her heels.

"So," Eddie breathes, leaning even further into this beautiful man, until his voice is a secretive whisper, just for the two of them to hear. "Tell me, sweeting, what shall I call you when I write songs of your beauty to sing across the land, until kings beg me to their courts to recount your grace, your smile and your laugh?"

This man, to Eddie's displeasure, seems to wilt, to grow weary once more, even as he smiles and leans close, his words scarcely a breath against the shell of Eddie's ear.

"If it pleases you, and I'm sure that it won't," he confesses. "You can call me Steven."

[sad-emo-dip-dye]

She

[deadshadowcreature]

Grow up together 🪷🐕

[rewritingcanon]

draco and scorpius variant this draco and scorpius variant that but WHAT ABOUT THEMMN

[measuredmotion]

Jonah Hauer-King attends the Ascendant Fox Summer Party in London ✨⚡️✨ (part II)

[envergortitwindow]

Enver totally cries while Rhyleth blows his back out over his desk during reunion sex. Enver had thought his lover to be good as dead, and yet, he is not just alive but beautiful as ever. This deiform avatar of death itself is soft for him, and for him alone. How could the tyrant not shed a tear?

Even more poignantly, this happens after Rhyleth leaves the temple and had rejected Bhaal. He's not just getting rawed by his lover, but he is riding his raw emotions as well. He wanted to feel Rhyleth's claws dig into his back without a care of new scars and bruises appearing the following morning.

Perhaps those emotions had been unattended to while he had convinced himself that he wasn't coming back. I'm thinking of Enver spreading his legs further and further so that Rhyleth could fuck him to his core. His heart feels as if it was finally beating again, as if he'd been holding his breath while his lover was away (in the metaphorical sense).

Of course, that remains a figure of speech. Whether or not the tyrant wanted to admit it, he had felt sufficiently empty without his lover around. Enver feels a pleasant fullness by Rhyleth not just being within him physically, but emotionally. He'd suppressed his emotions quite substantially in the absence of his nearest and dearest.

The two of them explore and kiss one another's newly found scars. Enver traces over the scars where Rhyleth had been vivisected, and he awes at his hardiness in order to survive such a thing. He marvels at now just how alive he is, but how much he'd missed this just as much.

Rhyleth traces his lips over Enver's new crow's feet and smile lines and kisses all of the other blemishes which get brushed over in the numerous propoganda posters depicting him as a handsome younger man, for in his eyes, Enver is beautiful with even these perceived imperfections, pock-marks, scars, sun-spots, you name it.

[pyrefection]

everyone meet Little Prince

[bottombaron]

btw i love that in Nandermo aus, where Nandor is a normal, good, human boyfriend - he's basically just Kayvan 🧡