#there is this video where the dog is so happy that his owner is back that he has a mini heart attack

[gazkamurocho]

Kiryu and Majima's reunion in Infinite Wealth (He won't let go)

[stargirlrchive]

cw: simon buys you a gift! like this is pure fluff,, domestic, sweet simon <333

simon’s stomach tightened as he quietly shushed the puppy in his arms. and despite how much responsibility it came with, he could not get your face out of his mind.

red-rimmed and wide-eyed as you wailed over a video you saw on tiktok, something about a dog being reunited with its owner after 3 years? he couldn’t recall exactly what you were crying about but you were inconsolable as you cried into his chest about how you wanted a dog.

and he knew you got lonely while he was away, he figured a baby pup would do you well.

“gotta keep quiet.”

the puppy’s head tilted to the side as if wondering what he was saying before letting out an excited bark as simon slipped him into his puffer jacket.

the small animal squirmed against his chest but ultimately stayed quiet, as if he knew to do so.

simon’s feet moved quickly, excitedly, through the halls to get to you. you were in the kitchen, hips swaying as you listened to music and cooked. you didn’t bother turning around when you heard him approaching.

“hi, baby.”

simon made his way to you, pressing a kiss to the back of your head as he mumbled quietly, “got somethin’ f’r you.”

your smile evident in your voice as you asked, “what is it?”

you turned in his arms, brows pinching as something moved inside of simon’s jacket. it was followed by the sound of a soft whine, and your eyes instantly widened.

“you didn’t-”

simon unzipped his jacket before you could say anything else, the cutest little pup comfortably resting on his chest, poking its little head out to look at you.

a choked out noise leaving your throat as you reached for him, “for me?”

simon’s laugh rumbled through his chest as you cradled the dog. the pup perked up in your arms, pressing his wet nose against your face and neck as he squirmed with utter excitement.

your eyes had pooled with tears, staring at the puppy with a quivering lip as you tried your hardest to not cry out of sheer happiness.

“why are you crying, love? aren’t you happy?”

the harsh sob that had been threatening to leave your mouth finally broke as you nodded, through heavy sniffles and choked words all simon could make out was, “he’s just so cute.”

simon did his best to hide the laugh that threatened to leave him with a cough, pulling you in to wrap you up in his arms, the puppy now calmly settled between the two of you as you sniffled.

your face turned upwards as you stared at simon, your hair was sticking to your face from the tears, eyes swollen and glossy as you pressed a kiss to his mouth.

“thank you, baby. where did you find him?”

simon’s fingers moved to cradle your face, pushing your hair back as he placed a kiss to your temple.

“went to a shelter, he was the runt of the litter and all the other pups had been adopted, ‘long with his momma.”

and really, simon should’ve known to not say something so utterly heartbreaking. but he didn’t think.

not until a distressed noise left your mouth, your hands tightening protectively against the now sleeping puppy as a fresh set of tears began pouring down your face.

[archangeldyke-all]

Sevika and reader being grumbly whiskey aunts together!!!

They just want to sit on their porch together. <3

this is EVERYTHING to me

men and minors dni

you spend your evenings on your screened-in front porch, passing a smoke back and forth, one of you occasionally getting up to grab fresh drinks and snacks from the house.

you're both total grumps, but the kids (vander and silco's ofc) know that if they're ever in trouble, the first house to call is their aunts'.

lmaoooo now i'm imagining jinx calling you for a ride home from a party she shouldn't be at-- and you and sevika showing up to pick her up-- grinding and making out in front of all her friends just so she learns her lesson adkfj;laskjd

over the years, you've hosted the kids in your house for all kinds of reasons. claggor spent a month living with you guys when the three little kids were bogged down with a flu they kept passing around. in a rebellion against his dads' video games ban on him after they caught him smoking weed at fourteen, mylo and his xbox moved in with the two of you. jinx and vi come over for 'girl nights' all the time when they're growing up, and when violet gets laid off from her first job, she crashes with the two of you until she can get back on her feet.

they're the only kids you tolerate though. neighborhood kids are terrified of you and sevika-- both of you are total grumps, and little slayer and sugar are the exact same.

(but you make up for your bad reputation in the neighborhood on halloween-- you're always the house that gives out full sized candy bars.)

your elderly neighbors though? they love you and sevika.

they appreciate that you're just as grumpy as them. they always wave to you from their porches, where they sit every evening along with you guys. they like that you don't give a shit about the home owners association, and that sevika sometimes even does shit just to piss them off. (she painted your fence hot pink after being told by the HOA that the natural wood needed to be painted white. she earned the hearts of all your grumpy old neighbors with that move.)

as a result, you're always being given plates of cookies and pans of casseroles by the old ladies in the neighborhood, the old men are always coming over to share a smoke with sevika and exchange books, gardening tips, and garage tools. (you and sevika repay their hospitality by shoveling their sidewalks and raking their leaves for them in the shitty weather.)

you're constantly being told by old folks that you're 'the nicest lesbians we've ever met.'

sevika always laughs at this, then asks how many lesbians they have met. the answer is always just the two of you.

(one time, though, a little old lady informs you that her granddaughter is a lesbian 'just like you two,' and that she was so happy when she came out to her because 'you'll be just like my lovely neighbors!' this one makes you cry... and even sevika tears up a bit.)

in the summer, you've got a big fan you can flick on to keep you cool on your porch.

in the winter, you've got a little space heater you can pull closer to your matching rocking chairs.

after a few years, sevika even builds you an outside bed, so that after an evening of drinking whiskey and sharing a joint you can cuddle in each other's arms outside and listen to the crickets and frogs chirping before heading in for the evening.

your porch is your favorite little spot in the whole wide world. sevika's planted a jungle of plants surrounding it, and it's like your little oasis from the real world. you've got christmas lights strung around the ceiling that stay up all year long, lighting the porch when the sun finally sets. you've got dog and cat beds scattered everywhere so your animals can join you. there's ash trays, pipes, books, and bottles littered everywhere, and there's always at least a dozen potted plants scattered around inside your little sanctuary.

it's heaven.

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[moonferry]

some sam puppyboy antics because i literally can't get this man out of my head.

* we all know he loves to do the "big dog who thinks they're a lapdog" thing where he will literally demand to be little spoon despite being Massive but please consider: sam with a really strong partner who actually picks him up and sam looks like those pics of huge dogs who aren't used to being held.

* loves i mean LOVES having his hair played with . i feel like he'd just spontaneously combust if you ran your fingers through it or scratched his scalp with your nails.

* gets those big, wet puppy eyes when he really wants something and it's impossible to say no to.

"farmer, can we please get/do [crazy antic]"

"sam..."

"🥺🥺🥺🥺"

"fine."

* he probably gets the zoomies lol. like if he's been working on one thing for too long, the energy just starts to build up and he needs to run around to let out some steam.

* definitely sticks his head out of the bus/car window. he's smiling the whole time, too, like a goober. and then you laugh when he gets smacked in the face by a tree branch or road sign.

* takes up the ENTIRE bed when you leave the farmhouse / it takes you too long to return at night and you just shake your head.

* wants to be super helpful so he follows you around the farm. he'd gladly hold your tools for you.

* literally holds anything you give him without hesitation or question. like you hand him a strange black and red egg? sure why not. anything you need him to hold, he's going to hold it like a good boyfriend.

* likes to receive words of encouragement/praise when he's done something good. "i watered the plants!" "oh, good job, sammy. thanks." ":D"

* little treats are a must. he isn't picky, but if you have him a joja cola or a mini pizza, he would be so happy.

* i think it would be hilarious if the farmer were to do the "dog owner talk" just to tease him like "oh, who's a good boy?! who's such a good boy? that's right, it's sammy-wammy!" he thinks it's hilarious, too, a bit annoying but funny nonetheless.

* he just likes being in the same room as you. it doesn't matter what's going on. he could even be on the other side, doing his own thing, but if you walk in you two could sit in silence and he'd be content.

* very physically affectionate & (if you're okay with it) loves to give you affection any chance he can get.

* i think he does that little excited shake/butt wiggley dogs do when their person comes back. he'd just be like yeaaah!!!! probably does it as a joke, but he's still super excited to see you. i think it would actually translate more into him running to the door and wrapping you into the biggest hug ever.

* nicknames & pet names are what you primarily call him but if he does something particularly stupid you just pull out the "samson."

* i think he'll just go off in the woods for a period of time and come back with a random trinket and then he's like "hi. i found this and i brought it back because i thought it was cool & that you'd enjoy it."

* very accident prone & is always covered in bruises from running into things or getting himself hurt.

* can fall asleep anywhere - even in positions that seem physically impossible or extremely uncomfortable.

* unrelated to the puppyboy thing but adhd sam has my heart.

* if you put your hands near his face, he is going to lick you. i'm sorry. like he has a stray hair and you try to push it out of the way? he licked your hand. it's mostly to annoy you and because he wants to be a little goober

* HOWEVER, if he's feeling very soft, he may smoosh his face into your hands and demand you cup his cheeks . just like *gently holds* yk?

* makes little noises or is constantly quoting things. i think he's a big vocal stimmer.

* loves to show you his favorite things!!! it could be some silly video on his phone or whatever but he'd be so proud of it and immediately want to show it to you.

* he would definitely go play in the mud when it's raining outside. you probably have to hose him down with the gardening hose before letting him back in the farmhouse. which also means you'd have to chase him because he does NOT want to shower

adding to this:

* he loves kisses. like a lot. he will definitely cover your face in kisses any chance he gets.

* loves it when you gently hold his face and give him kisses too. bonus points if you give him forehead kisses. he goes crazy for these and doesn't get to receive them that often bc he's so tall.

[vide0-nasties]

THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME EMILY @lemon-bats 🥰🥰

1. Were you named after anyone?

To the best of my knowledge no, at least for my real name! My internet name, Rags, I actually just ended up snagging from one of my OCs - a washed up rockstar named Cosimo Ragatz, who was a recovering drug addict that founded an indie record label with his wife.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Oh god, it was some time last week?? So much real life stuff had piled up and I think it was honestly some kind of mini-break or smth, god only knows. But I’m feeling better now lol.

3. Do you have kids?

ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOT LMAO. My mom passed when I was young and I raised my younger siblings, I’ve done my time in the child rearing mines and I’m never doing it again.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

For a really long time I rode horses and I was a really good three day eventer. I also really loved archery and swimming. I also rode dirt bikes too, and I’d love to get back into it!! 🥰🥰

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes indeed!! But I’m not sure that I use it as much as I used to. Not for any particular reason, I don’t think dgheh.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I’m boring and predictable and I pretty much always notice height first 😂😂 I do also notice face shapes and noses, though!!

7. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown that leans pretty close to black dfhjd.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Each have their own benefits and negatives!! A time and a place for everything 👏👏

9. Any talents?

I’m a good writer, and I’m pretty good at accents! I also like to think I’m the funniest asshole in any given room at any time 😂😅

10. Where were you born?

Commonwealth of Virginia babeyyyyy 🦩 there aren’t cardinal emojis, but I’m still barely south enough to be southern lol.

11. What are your hobbies?

I like posting video games, writing, playing dnd, a lil bit of digital art. Painting my nails. Dfhjd. Running outta stuff here, uhhhh. Panicking trying to remember my meds, but that’s more a full time occupation lol.

12. Do you have any pets?

Four dogs (a cocker spaniel, a border collie, a pit bull, and a boxer lab 🥰🥰), some barn cats, and a little grade paint horse named Rooster who’s a complete ASSHOLE.

13. How tall are you?

5’6” or 5’7”, it depends on how tall I want to feel that day dghjd

14. Favorite subject in school?

History and English!!! I really wanted to be a historical researcher for a career when I was in school and I still think about it. I would’ve liked to study Appalachian history from pre-Civil War to present.

15. Dream job?

LOL 😂😂 historical researcher, possibly an author, or a rare and antique jewelry shop owner siiigh. I really fell in love with fine jewelry at my last job, and I would DIE to be able to do it again, but in a much more niche fashion.

No Pressure tags: @smoggyfogbottom @brilliantblasphemer @dotcie @kastlequill @skinnyazn @snail-eggs @lunarvicar @siriusleee 💖💖

[puripurin]

Yan! Llama Hybrid x SheepHybrid! Reader

— Recently, on the farm, a bunch of coyotes and wolves started to snag some sheep hybrids into the woods when they would get too close to the fences. It has gotten so bad that they would do it in broad daylight.

The owners decided that they would introduce a new addition to the herd to combat the coyotes. A male Llama named Lumi. All of the sheep were skeptical at first because they all thought that it was a little odd that the new sheep would have such a long neck and a lot bigger in size, but soon enough, they couldn't help but warm up to him.

Lumi, on the other hand, was still in his awkward phase. He'd recently entered into adulthood and was feeling sad and lonely without his parents there to guide him, but it wasn't until he saw your gorgeous curls and your small little tail that wagged in excitement. Just in that moment, he'd decided to be your life-long mate and started the process of courting you.

You did not give a shit about Lumi. You only cared about the coyotes that ate the rest of the flock. You wanted to start making sacrifices to grow your cult of small critters such as squirrels and rabbits.

This was because you heard from a passing by sheep hybrid that was being transported to another farm about how you could obtain everything you wanted if people devoted their lives to you.

However, you didn't expect Lumi to be so dedicated to you that he'd easily deciphered your messages to your devout followers and your weekly gatherings.

As you walked out of the dead of night, with the intention of killing a coyote that night. But it was oddly still, as if it was waiting for something. The trees didn't ruffle against each other, and the cool wind was nowhere to be seen

You stiffened up and silently walked back. If one of the other sheeps found out about this whole cult thing you had going on, you'd be ousted and killed by the coyotes instead.

But, you were immediately thrown down and turned over. Your eyes widened in panic and started to attack the person who held you down silently, only to realize that blood was dripping on your face.

"My love, I've killed one of those tainted and unpure coyotes for your sacrifice. I would hate to see your delicate hands get stained with something unworthy of your desire... but why... Why do you yearn and look at someone else with interest other than me? ... Only I shall be your eyes and ears, my love..."

Random and barely edit post after months of not posting. I was watch yt shorts and i came across a video abt guard llamas w sheeps. Its been on my mind for 3 weeks and i started this 2 weeks ago. I only decided now to finish it.

You can see the point where i went fuck it because i had no idea what to do with the reader's background so i was like "Ooh maybe they want to smash the coyotes... what's close to smashing coyotes... Cult." Cult leader YN it is.

Anyways below is for the rest of people who want to know what happened after that incident.

I feel better about my dog's death, but we weren't able to get him back due to the poor weather and the fact he was last seen in a drain. So there wasn't a proper burial, but I'm happy that we didn't end up with 2 losses. We had them since they were puppies, and its upsetting that the younger one died, but i understand why they had to kill him.

He's a dangerous breed of dog even though he's docile most of them time. He was a cane corso, and my older dog is a rottweiler and pitbull mix. So not the most safest dogs to be around, but what are you gonna do when your country is busy locking up a man for money laundering bcs they shit at their jobs.

Right, if I'm not lazy enough, I'll go back and redo every one of my ocs bcs im on the verge of deleting them all from embarrassment. Then that will hopefully be a small week long event for my tumblr as im not used to those things. But this might take months.

Also, no won't do kinktober, im lazy, and smut isn't my forte. Anyways bye-bye, see yall when my coffin feels too stuffy~

(soz if this is shit as well bcs i didn't do a whole lotta explaining abt Lumi's behavior)

[rose-riot-johnson]

Okay my Tumblr Peeps... Those who are dog lovers, I have good news🐶I've decided to write a multifandom head cannon(?) fanfic about characters visiting the reader after the dog's appointment at the vet (or any version of a vet in any particular anime world) by the reader (considering the reader is the dog owner), then have the reader's (boyfriend/girlfriend) visit the reader (and the reader's dog)🐶Sounds cheesy and strange, however I figured this might be something different to work on for a change🐶👍

*This fanfic will contain pronouns, because of the the reader's dog being part of the fanfic😅🐶🐾

🐾🐶When Your Significant Other's Visiting You And Your Poochie🐶🐾(Every Character In This Head Cannon(?) Fanfic x Any Gender Reader)

🐾Genres: Head Cannon(?) Involving Pets and Possible Fluff🐾

Chuuya Nakahara (Bungo Stray Dogs)

*Once you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) would come home from (vet clinic up to the reader's imagination, Chuuya has already snuck inside your home, as a big surprise for you (and your dog). Your doggy is always excited to see Chuuya, just as much as you always are. Since Chuuya likes dogs, he would definitely be more than happy to give (dog name up to reader's imagination) some attention.

*If your dog enjoys steak, this would definitely give Chuuya perfect opportunity to let (dog name up to the reader's imagination) have some steak, as he would already cook the steak up for dinner. So, be prepared for Chuuya to bring some steak for your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) when he does make a surprise visit for you and your doggy. He would be more than happy to share some with (dog name up to the reader's imagination).

*When Chuuya spends the night at your place, he would be more than happy to let your doggy lay on the bed with him. Chuuya always has a way with dogs. And your poochie is no exception.

Choso (Jujutsu Kaisen)

*Everytime you and your poochie would come back home from (vet clinic up to the reader's imagination), Choso would always be waiting for you (and your doggy) by the door. While your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) can get protective of you, (dog name up to the reader's imagination) has always liked him for some reason. Choso is also really charmed by your dog's personality, which helps the fact the both your poochie and your boyfriend always got along.

*Choso has been learning plenty about doggies. Not just through you talking to him about dogs, dog breeds, what doggies are supposed to and not supposed to eat, and plenty more information on dogs, he also has been learning about dogs through having his brother Yuji Itadori research about dogs (or atleast ask certain things about dogs) and ofcourse he's learning about dogs through your poochie's movements, (his or her) routine, where (s)he sleeps, etc... Choso just loves doggies where he is fascinated with learning about dogs, he especially enjoys (dog name up to the reader's imagination)'s company just as much as he really enjoys your company. So, ofcourse you're happy that your dog and Choso are friends, even if you're the dog's owner.

*You can always have faith that nothing bad would happen while both Choso and your poochie are alone in the room together (or in your house, especially if you need to get something from the grocery store quick). (dog name up to the reader's imagination) more less enjoy doing simple dog things and Choso was able to tell that your doggy is getting petted, belly rubs, and other simple dog things that your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) enjoys when he gives (him or her) plenty of attention. You always found that adorable where you would quietly take pics and/or videos of how well Choso and your poochie bonded together.

Spinner, Real Name Shuichi Iguchi (My Hero Academia)

*After you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) came back home from (the vet clinic up to the reader's imagination), Spinner would make a surprise visit at your place. Ofcourse both you and Spinner would make time for playtime with your dog, (dog name up to reader's imagination). The both of you would even have fun playing fetch and tug of war with, (dog name up to the reader's imagination).

*Spinner always helps out with giving your poochie a doggy bath. For some reason he seems to always be able to get your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) to hold still for him. He just seems to have better luck with helping out with giving (dog name up to the reader's imagination) a bath without being given a hard time, so you usually would wait for him to come over to visit you, before giving your doggy a bath.

*It's a good thing that Spinner does come to visit you and (dog name up to the reader's imagination). This is because when something troubles his mind or if Spinner has trouble comforting you successfully, your poochie has always helped, no matter how hard your day and/or his day is. Something about your poochie that helps make Spinner's troubles leave his mind, plus cheering both you and Spinner up.

Kafka Hibino (Kaiju No. 8)

*On Kafka's day off from any Kaiju duty, he will make a surprise visit for you and your poochie, which there's sometimes a coincidence that he ends up getting a day off on days when you had to take (dog name up to the reader's imagination) to (vet clinic up to the reader's imagination). He just always surprises you (and your doggy) with a with a visit, everytime you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice), which can be sometimes predictable to you. So, when you (happily) point out about the predictability pertaining visiting you and your poochie ends up being after you bring your dog home, (dog name up to the reader's imagination) would bark once or twice, before he would smile at you (and your dog).

*You are so lucky that Kafka's visiting you and your doggy, because he does notice you got your hands full from chores, paperwork, and other stuff, where you weren't sure if you should do these first or take your poochie out, so Kafka has a good heart who will definitely help out. Sometimes he would take your dog outside (sometimes it would be only for a walk) while you take care of what you needed to do, however there are times when he takes care of stuff you needed to take care of for you, so you would be able to make time to atleast take (dog name up to the reader's imagination) outside. He just enjoys helping out, especially helping you out, so you can take things easier while stuff will get done, since he cares about you and your doggy very much.

*While you and Kafka watch a show or a movie together, you sometimes give your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) attention, sometimes it's Kafka, sometimes it's the both of you, especially when your poochie gets (his or her) tummy rubbed. (dog name up to the reader's imagination) will even watch both you and Kafka fall asleep on the couch. So when you and Kafka fall asleep, don't be surprised, if your doggy goes to climb on the couch to lay down with the both of you.

Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer, aka Kimetsu No Yaiba)

*Mitsuri would wait by your place, everytime you bring your poochie back home from (the Demon Slayer (aka Kimetsu No Yaiba) world version of the vet clinic). Considering that she likes doggies, she would always be delighted to see your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) when she comes to visit you. Your doggy always enjoyed her company, as well.

*Sometimes when Mitsuri visits you (and your dog) she would take you and (dog name up to the reader's imagination) on a picnic and the usual spot for her picnic time with you and your poochie underneath the cherry blossom tree. You, your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice), and Mitsuri would always have fun during picnic time.

*If both you and your poochie would be alright with this, she would be more than happy to have (dog name up to the reader's imagination) play dress up. This is one of Mitsuri's favorite part of her visit with you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice). She would even be more than happy to brush your doggy's fur.

⭐New Character For Me To Write About⭐

(Adult) Takashi Mitsuya (Tokyo Revengers)

*When it comes to Mitsuya visiting you after you and (dog name up to the reader's imagination) come home, he would ask you, if it would be okay to come over to your place and visit after your dog's vet appointment before he does go to visit you and your doggy. So, it would be rare for him to make surprise visits at your place, considering he wants you to be okay with him visiting you first and will let you know when he is on his way to your place, which you usually would be perfectly fine with him visiting both you and your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice).

*There's a reason why your dog always is excited to see Mitsuya... Mitsuya always has been good and respectful with animals and he did rescue your dog from a home that wasn't very pleasant, which is the reason why (s)he likes Mitsuya (and you, as well). So, don't be surprised, if (dog name up to the reader's imagination) gets protective of the both of you.

*Your (dog breed(s) of reader's choice) will always have your time and attention and will definitely want Mitsuya's time and attention when he comes to visit you and your poochie. Even you and Mitsuya taking (him or her) for walks would definitely make your poochie very happy. Both you and Mitsuya are also very happy to take (dog name up to the reader's imagination) for a walk and to give (him or her) the time and the attention, as well.

🐾The🐶End🐾

Okay Tumblr Peeps... I'm hoping you had fun reading this fanfic just, as much as, I had fun writing the fanfic😁👍I will admit certain characters in this fanfic are a few favorites (not all are favs, however I do still like them)🐾🐶I did have fun imagining their visits with the reader's and the dog I had as part of the fanfic idea🐶🐾🙂👍Anyways I hope you do enjoy this multifandom head cannon(?) fanfic😁👍

[ellysiland]

okay, so cabbage is not allowed to be on the ground anymore, at least not until L.L. somehow obtained a leash. it was fine, while they were at the mbcc, where they were normally in the building and the outside was encased in metal fences but here, outside without a barrier, with roads and cars ⁽ oh, L.L. remembered those videos, of sick people who cared nothing for these pure lives ⁾ the new owner of cabbage was worried.

L.L. swore, the moment cabbage received the prosthetic limbs, it was as if the accident that took his front legs never happened. no lasting possible trauma, nothing.

⁽ oh if only elysiland's island owner could do the same. she could look at happy families, of parents that actually cared for their children ⁾

❝ … hmph. ❞ oh well, no use lingering on the past. L.L. had to focus on the new, on this situation she somehow found herself in. and actually ... eyes would look down to the panting dog, who stared back at her with such an adorable grin. ❝ should … should i put you on a diet, cabbage?? ❞ L.L. wasn't going to lie ⁽ not in her nature ⁾ , the thought of carrying cabbage, who weight little more then he probably should was … going to be hard. it was only recently that she had left her self confines of the bathtub so she had yet to put on any proper and healthy muscle.

❝ a leash is very much needed then … ❞ perhaps a kind @indomitableblackdragon could help??

[dynamickhrissy]

Hi typology Tumblr 😮‍💨

It has gotten to the very sad point to where I genuinely can not type myself in any typology system so I wrote a little paragraph about me I apologize as it is all over the place but I did the best I could 🫠 if anyone is willing to help type me I’ll be more than appreciative- unfortunately I can’t offer much in return, maybe a follow and like spam? But thank you for reading this fair anyway and feel free to use anything I said in this intro to type me as well

Me: Okay so when I first meet someone- I’m very shy but polite. I give compliments if I’m trying to make friends with the person I’m talking to. Normally I like to be approached first

With acquaintances I’m myself but I dial down just a tad bit. My personality also adjust to the people I’m around with acquaintances.

With close friends I can be kinda loud but I’m very friendly.

Across all three scenarios I’m very sarcastic but I remain polite depending on how close we are.

When I’m by myself I enjoy listening to music while scrolling on Pinterest or TikTok. I do have an eye for aesthetics. I occasionally write poetry. I also can daydream when I’m alone. When I’m with others I am very practical and grounded and in the moment. When I’m with myself in in my mind. I am EXTREMELY passionate and it can sometimes come off as rudeness. I am also very sensitive and don’t take well to criticism of any kind Real life scenarios I have been in relating to me being passionate to my values- I value respecting teachers not only because they want the best for the class but because it helps the class flow better and acting out is honestly annoying so when push comes to shove I will say something like “Respectfully, shut the fuck up” but I just want the class to flow slowly

Also- I highly value respecting boundaries and my ex friend did cross one of my boundaries before so I did cuss her out on her birthday and then ghosted her but like it’s not rlly even my fault fr

Also I can get to work and be extremely serious when need be but I often procrastinate. I also really like material things. I have a fear of fatal accidents and things like getting kidnapped but I’m not a skeptical person. I also have a very playful personality with my friends. I’m also learning a foreign language and enjoy it. I also get emotional sometimes. I could see a video of a new singer living paycheck to paycheck and their video only has one like and it breaks my heart. I could see an overweight dog and my heart breaks because obesity in dogs is fatal and that poor baby wasn’t even trying to get fat. In response I get enraged with the owner/ who’s responsible. Sometimes I get mad at the person who’s also the victim because you know that artistic careers barely make anything but you chose it anyway now I’m sad for you but you brought the life upon yourself Stress- under stress I get extremely nervous however I try my best to rise to the occasion

Fear- painful / undesirable death, experiencing any traumatic event, poor quality of life

Desire- to be happy , be everyone’s favorite

1) I’m focused on defending myself more than I’m focusing on defending others but I’ll say something if I see something 🤷‍♀️

2) I value my autonomy but I will not hesitate to get other options. Following their advice tho might be a little diff

Authority- I to be in those positions. Loathe rude, stuck up, money centered , greedy, selfish authoritarians

Morals- very important. Would die on a hill for my morals. I keep an open mind to everything but my values and morals and truly do believe that they are correct

Success- in the sense of e3s I think fame, riches , etc but for me success is not living paycheck to paycheck, good social group, good career

Anger- I tend to be ready to express it but u funny way to get myself in trouble so I hold back sometimes. BIG BIG BIG EMPHASIS ON SOMETIMES

Opinions on certain things - Philosophy- very overrated. It’s glamorized thought process

Politics - the vast majority of politicians running shouldn’t be

Practicality- good to have

Intellectual- also good to have

Physically- keep yourself in shape ig 🤷‍♀️

Home and school life - Home- very tense, poverty stricken, argumentative, very chaotic

School- more relaxed, pressure on self , feeling not wanted by peers and feeling like I’m annoying

Songs I relate to - groan by daisy and the scouts, ride by Lana Del Rey, watercolor eyes by Lana Del Rey

[meownotgood]

Been thinking about how precious Aki would be taking care of his pregnant wife. He’ll hold your hair back and never leave your side whenever you’re sick, he won’t hesitate go out even late at night if you need something/ suddenly have a craving, he’ll frequently go out of his way to fetch you your heating pad or pillows or blankets or whatever you need to be more comfortable. I feel like he’d be one of those parents who go out and buy an entire bookstore worth of baby/parenting books lol. The idea of child labor personally terrrrifies me but I know that Aki would just be so so supportive the whole way through, constantly monitoring everything and encouraging you - he’s already read so much on this and knows that you’re going to be just fine, tells you how good of a job you’re doing. Poor thing then would just be SOBBING when bringing the new baby Hawakaya home, he’s just so happy to even put in words.

Then I imagine introducing the baby to Denji and Power would be similar to those videos of dogs seeing their owners’s new baby for the first time, where Denji and Power are just like (O.O) and it has to be verrrry gentle.

Another bonus: I imagine Aki gradually becoming carried away baby outfits, finding himself getting more excited looking through baby clothes and dressing up his new little one in all sorts of outfits <3

~ 🐌

dad aki AUUGGHHH

I wholeheartedly agree with all of this... aki loves you so much, and you never once forget how much he cares for you. he'll be with you every step of the way, he has plenty of funds saved up and he takes frequent leaves off of work to take care of you and help prepare. he definitelyyyy gets sort of paranoid at times, he reads parenting books constantly and studies all the things he can do to help you while you're pregnant. you have to reassure him that everything will be okay sometimes, because he'll work for hours on end to set up the babies room or he'll go without sleeping because he's busy worrying about you...

he's really the sweetest dad. he gets all teary eyed when he presses his palm to your stomach and feels the baby kick. he insists on holding your hand the entire time you're in the hospital, literally refuses to move even when the nurses are telling him he should. he cries the first time he holds the baby and doesn't stop staring at them from that moment to when you finally get home.

[funnefox]

I wrote an entire mini fanfic in the comments of this one obscure Gorillaz video that I don't want to go to waste so I'm sharing it with you

March 7th, 2006, approximately 10:00 AM British time. The windmill island, seen in the worldwide phenomenon that was the music video for "Feel Good Inc.", is attached to Kong Studios as out steps from it not its' owner Noodle, but her bandmate, Murdoc Niccals, cracking his back after hauling some boxes onto it.

"Alright, lass" Murdoc greeted what looked like an ant-sized Noodle from his perspective. "All your stuff's just about ready there. When this shoot ends you can go out into the world and do your own thing for a while." The shoot he was referring to was to be for the final single off of their band, Gorillaz', second album "Demon Days". Murdoc planned a whole action movie-like sequence where Noodle and her island would be gunned down by helicopters and blown up as commentary for the terrorists that have invaded the world since the Iraq war started. To Murdoc, it was a perfect end to a perfect album cycle. To the other members, however, this was seen as something that was gonna be gruesomely sad for all of them.

"I-i'm having second thoughts, Murdoc" Noodle spoke up, sniffling a little bit. "This video isn't good for me"

"Whadaya mean, Noodle?" Murdoc asked his asian partner "We all agreed on this, you know what you're getting into. Plus, this could mean a whole lot for you"

"I know" Noodle admitted "It's just... it's just..." Instead of finishing her thought, the 15-year old music master broke down in tears, crying on Murdoc's blue jeans. "I don't wanna do this. This could be a disaster and end our careers and..and..." She broke down again, leading to the other two members, 2-D and Russel, coming outside to see the commotion

"We started shooting yet? I've been setting up these walkie talkies all day" 2-D started, holding one of the devices in his hand. Russell saw Noodle in her position and piped up "Hey noodle, what's up?" Noodle looked at the 2 boys, still with tears running down her face, and promptly ran up and hugged both of them, commencing more waterworks. "Russel, 2-D. You don't understand how frightening this is."

"I know noodle, it's tough doing stuff like this" Russel said hugging back, surprisingly gentle for a guy his size "I had my fair share of episodes when I first lost Del"

2-D joined the hugging "me too, even during video shoots. When we were making 'Dirty Harry' I had so much heat stroke I could've cried for weeks"

"T-this is different though." Noodle interrupted while still keeping her hug's grip "Murdoc planned something that frightens me. I'm thinking about all these scenarios in my head. What if the island goes out of control? What if the helicopters land on top of me? What if I... die?"

"DIE?!" all 3 boys asked in unison, with Murdoc seeming the most loud. "Listen Noods,you know papa Murdoc always has your best interest in mind."

"That goes for all of us" Russel added "Y'know we always keep you happy in scenarios like this. Remember when you first joined and we got you the best room in Kong."

"Or when we got you a new pet after your dog went missing" 2-D continued.

"Or when we loved your demos so much. We turned it into an album." The typically egotistical Murdoc finished.

Noodle started to calm down a bit from those words "Y-you think this is just another one of those?" She asked

"Positive, lass" Murdoc answered "I would never kill anyone including you and excluding 2-D"

"Yeah, that's ri-wait, wot?" 2-D piped up as he realized what Murdoc said.

Noodle sniffled happily at that remark before simply stating "Arigato. That helps".

"You're not gonna miss us for too long anyway. We'll be giving cues for you on these walkie talkies" 2-D instructed

"Yeah, all you gotta do is listen to the three of us and the whole shoot will be over before you know it" Russel said in his street connotation

"You promise it'll be that simple?" Noodle asked.

"Promise" all 3 boys responded

"Noodle! Hurry up!" A voice belonging to director Jamie Hewlett screamed "the video was supposed to be shot yesterday"

Noodle, still a little nervous about the video despite the pep-talk, climbed onto her island using the rope that it was tied to.

"You won't forget about Mike while I'm out there, will you?" She asked before making it all the way on

"Will never be outta sight" Murdoc answered "I'll give him plenty of fluids"

"That's Shaun! Mike's her Monkey" Russel corrected

"Right, right, of course" Murdoc murmured, the alcohol from his box lifting starting to kick in

"See ya later, Noodle. Good luck in the video" 2-D happily waved.

"Sayonara for now, 2-D. Don't forget to talk" Noodle waved back as she fully stepped onto the island.

With that, Noodle went to the anchor mechanism at the back of the Windmill island and turned the crank on it. It was soon unleashed from its' shackles at Kong, floating off into the british sky. The last thing Noodle heard before she fully left the studio's vicinity was Murdoc's pet raven, Cortez, cawing at the island.

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - having a dog with regie be like

pov: you and regie decided to have a dog. how would it be?

warnings: some swears here and there, mention of sex (not with the dog, don’t worry 💀) i think that’s it? let me know if there’s more :)

type: wholesome

member: regie macalino

REBLOGS AND LIKES ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

We all know how regie loves animals (btw he recently got a cat!! The name’s marble!!)

Tbh idk if regie is more like a cat or dog type of person

But for this hc, I’ll go with the ‘dog type of person’ just bc i have seen more nsb content with dogs than cats

If you didn’t watch the nsb video about them (the members) rescuing a dog, you have to watch it!!

It’s so cute and adorable, like-

Anyways, i won’t spoil you the video if you haven’t watched it :)) it’s one of their “old” videos (if i can say it like that? Like it’s not recent)

Back on track

If regie would have a dog with you-

Oh boy….

(More under the cut!)

First off, i hope you’re not too sensitive or sad when people don’t give you attention, because if you are… 😬 I’m sorry

Like regie loves animals (not supposed to sound in a bad way, i mean it in a totally normal way)

He would buy the doggie a lot of toys

And when i say a lot, i mean it

This man would go to the freakin dollar store to buy random ugly dogs toys

And he would laugh about them (the toy)

“This shit’s so fucking ugly, bruh”

“Holy shit, man!!! That’s a weird ass section for dogs, cuh…”

He would even film himself buying these 💀

And share it on his social medias

Yes, because he has an ig icon where he put all his ig stories and videos of your dog

Including him buying stuff for the dog

“This one’s ugly af, man…… wtf is that…?!”

AND HE WOULD BUY IT

HE WOULD BUY THE UGLY DOG TOY

And he would laugh!!!

At this point, regie is just buying ugly dog toys because he found them funny

Obvs, he would buy normal one at the pet shop (or everywhere else you can buy dog toys), do not worry

Regie would also call you the mother of the dog

I am sorry, like it has to be said

Regie = dog’s dad

You = dog’s mom

“Wdym, that’s weird?????? YOU’RE MY GIRL???”

“Babe, i love you, but this is our son, this is literally not nice to say this in front of him”

This man would take his job at heart

And i am not even kidding

He would not only give the dog fresh water, fresh food and walks (im saying it like if it was a privilege for the dog to have these, but know that some people do not do that. Some people do not take care of their animals (not just dog owner) like they should be taking care of), but he would also play with him and give the dog all his love

To me, regie would be one the best dog owner

He would make sure the dog’s never stressed or anxious (or at least not around him), never missing something, never hurt…

He would take walks with you :(

He would take a picture of you and him walking together, hands in hands, and would write “ taking a walk with my two babies” (or smth like that, idk)

CAN HE NOT???? CONTROL???? HIS WORDS????

he would make sure everything’s fine

He would do these cute painting dogs paws art, idk the name

With ofc, not dangerous painter for the dog’s paws

He would use dogs paint (yes it exist)

It would be the cutest thing ever

He would film you playing with the dog and sent it to the nsb family groupchat 🫢

“Guys isn’t she the cutest?” (Not talking abt the dog, here)

Idrk if regie would put clothes on the dogs tbh 😭

He doesn’t look like the type to buy dog clothes, but like if you’re interested, then I’m sure he wouldn’t mind…? Maybe?

During lovey lovey time, he would obvs close the door (logic), and also lock the door

No bc imagine you’re doing seggs, and you see your dog watching you 💀

Like idk, wouldn’t that break the ambience? 😭 like idk the dog wouldn’t even understand or care, but like.. IDK IS IT JUST ME? MAYBE?

Anyways, so yeah he would close the door

Regie would be so happy to hear that you are jealous about the dog

Hear me out, please.

Not jealous like “you love our dog better than me!!”

Jealous in a way like “bro, I’m ur gf can u spend time with me, too??? »

This man’s would smile

We already know how his smile is, like… regie’s smile >>

“ I’m sorry, babe. The dog’s just so cute”

“I’m not saying you’re not cute, it’s just… i love dogs, okay?”

You can’t tell me I’m wrong on this one’s, bc in the nsb video, regie couldn’t stay away from the dog

Apparently some comments said he even cried a little bit when the dog had to leave (which is normal, animals lovers can understand the pain im talking about 😭)

Like…

Regie would be a really good dog owner

Random thought: he would make meme of your dog’s face and sent it to you

“He’s fine, dw” then send you the worst cursed picture of your dog

Btw, he would have more pictures of the dog than you 💀

To conclude this hc (i could go on and on and on), regie would be the sweetest dad (dad of the dog)

Bring some tissues because this man’s sweet, he know how to take care of animals and how to make them feel at ease, like the dog in the video was always with regie

Hope you guys enjoyed the hc!!

taglist! (open! Send an ask if you’d wanna be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

Bold can’t be tagged.

[mlmxreader]

Safety Is Where You Are | Bob Saginowski x gn!reader

anonymous asked: Hiya! Hope all is good 🖤. May I please request something using the following prompts for Bob Saginowski X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "I don't wanna be alone"+"Just close your eyes, it's alright" Maybe reader and Bob are both at the bar, maybe closing it out for the night and events unfold (gang comes to collect their money and it goes awry?? Someone tries to rob them?). Reader gets hurt, traumatized, triggered or some combo of the three by the encounter and practically begs for Bob not to leave them alone right now. (As always, this is just spit balling, all creative liberties to you of course!!) Thank you 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: going to see Bob at the bar while you're looking after Rocco may just be a terrible decision.

tws: violence

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You had always liked Bob, the sweet and quiet and shy bartender who lived right across the road from you; every Tuesday, he would help take your bins out and you would help to take his back in once they were emptied.

Every Thursday, he came over for dinner in the afternoon and he would always bring something along as a little thank you. You were seemingly perfect neighbours, and everyone could see that you knew one another very well.

It was no surprise that you often took Rocco during the evening; the pup was a lot bigger now, nearly a year old he was starting to really look like a pit bull. But he was a good dog, He was good natured, everyone was his friend and he was so gentle with everyone he met; Bob had raised him properly, and you were glad of it.

But when Bob was at work, you took the pup in, and quite often, his owner would end up sleeping in your bed with you - too tired to actually go home. But you enjoyed it.

Every minute you got to spend with Bob was a minute well spent.

Everything started out the way it usually did; Bob dropped Rocco off with you and thanked you quietly for always taking him in. You took Rocco for a walk, gave him some of your tea when you got back, but you decided that there would be no harm in going to see Bob; he owned the bar, now, he wouldn't turn his beloved puppy away at the door.

Rocco seemed happy, wagging his tail and pulling on his lead when he could smell his owner, making you laugh as you jogged behind him until you reached the bar; you lifted Rocco onto your lap, holding onto the young dog as you looked over at the bartender.

"He wanted to see his dad," you shrugged, an innocent smile on your lips.

Bob's heart skipped a beat as he nodded slowly, clearing his throat; there weren't many people at the bar, only the old biker talking to his daughter on the phone.

The bar had free WiFi, so the biker came often. But he left when the video call ended, and tipped Bob well enough that he didn't care if the old man had ordered a drink or not.

"Hi, buddy," Bob whispered, patting Rocco's head gently. He blushed when he looked at you. "Uh, hi."

"Hi," you smiled at him, and his chest felt funny for a second. "How's the night going?"

He shrugged, fixing himself a drink before pulling an energy drink can from the fridge and handing it to you. "Same old. Quiet."

You nodded, you couldn't say you were really expecting much else; on a Monday night, it was obvious that people weren't going to be packing themselves into the bar. "What time you gonna close tonight?"

He looked at his watch for a second. "In about ten minutes - the new kid I hired is good… the afternoon was busy."

"Hey, that's great," you told him sincerely. "Y'know, ever since you took over, it's a lot nicer here."

He nodded, not really sure what to say to you; but there was a bang at the back door, so he sighed as he softly excused himself before going to answer it.

He already knew who it was, some mob cunt who wanted to collect some money even though he knew Bob didn't do that thing anymore; he tried to explain, but he pushed his way in, demanding the money.

By instinct, Bob got between you and him, with Rocco still on your lap, hackles raised and baring his teeth. You clung onto the dog, burying your face against his shoulders as you closed your eyes; raised voices, you stroked Rocco's chest to try and calm yourself down.

You never wanted to be involved with mob stuff, you never wanted to get too close to that sort of thing; but you trusted Bob to handle it, you knew he would keep you safe.

There was a commotion, things were smashed and it sounded like something heavy hit the floor, but you couldn't bring yourself to look up; Rocco didn't calm down, barking at the mobster. You wanted to leave but you couldn't move, your face still buried against the dog's fur.

There were a few harsh grunts, what sounded like something snapping before being dragged away, you didn't dare to move - not until you heard Bob's voice.

Rocco calmed down, whimpering as he squirmed in your lap and gently nudged you; you dared to look up, visibly shaken as you met Bob's eyes. He looked upset, blood on his face as he frowned.

"I'm sorry you had to see that…"

You swallowed thickly, breath shaky as you nodded. "It's… it's okay."

"No, it's not," he shook his head. "You should go home, get away from here. They'll probably send more."

A soft whimper left the back of your throat as you chewed at your lip. "Bob, I… I don't wanna be alone…"

His features softened as he relaxed a little, moving to grab his jacket. "Then I'll take you home."

"Would you stay?" You asked quietly, and he nodded in response.

Bob didn't need to tell you anything, he knew you didn't want to hear it, but he was at least glad that you hadn't seen anything; he took you home, and when you begged for him to stay the night, he couldn't say no.

He waited in your bedroom while you got changed into your pyjamas, thankful that he had left a spare change of his own clothes at yours by accident; he got changed while he was waiting. Rocco made himself at home at the foot of your bed, sleeping near you with his head on your ankles.

"I'll sleep on the sofa," Bob said quietly, but you shook your head.

"Please don't go away… I wouldn't… I wouldn't feel safe without you."

He frowned, nodding as he awkwardly moved to get into the bed beside you, tensing up for a moment when you first cuddled into his side. He eventually relaxed, putting his arms around you as he sighed heavily.

"Just close your eyes, it's alright," he told you.

"Are you gonna stay?" You asked quietly.

"Yes," he told you. "I'll stay."

[solitaria-fantasma]

((Happy Holidays, @talifu! I’m you’re secret santa! :D You asked for ‘found family fluff’, so I hope this is to your liking!))

“…..and Aunt Leigh says her presents should arrive in time for the new year, at least.” Vivi pinned the phone against her shoulder, as she needed both hands to properly tie the large, blue ribbon she was wrangling into an appropriately smooth bow. “It sucks they can’t arrive in time, but that’s just how it’s been, shipping through Country Convey, lately. Hate to say ‘she should have known better’, but-“ The woman stopped mid-sentence, and winced. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, mom.” Vivi tied off the bow, and spun around on her stool to set the wrapped box on top of a pile on the other end of the desk.

“Are you guys going to try and video call after the luncheon?” She asked as she stood up and hastily started one-handedly putting away her supplies; scissors go back in the pencil can, roll up the unused ribbon, fold over a piece of the tape so it doesn’t get stuck to anything, etc. “I know you guys have a packed schedule - it’s like the cruise crew doesn’t want to give you any time to contemplate international crime! ….ah, ah, ah, I heard dad laugh.” Vivi tossed the last roll of ribbon into the desk draw and once more pinned her phone against her shoulder as she gathered the pile of presents into her arms.

“….okay, so sometime after eight then?” The young woman shouldered open the door and sidestepped out into the hallway beyond, walking sideways to be able to see where she was going around her armful of gifts. “I’ll let everyone know so that we can eat beforehand. Don’t fall overboard. I love you!” She left the phone in place as she crab walked down the stairs as fast as she dared, and out the already-open apartment door. “Hey, Mystery, give me a hand, here!”

“I have none to spare.” The kitsune’s muffled voice came from inside the van parked at the end of the short walkway, and a moment later, the rear doors clicked, and slowly swung open. Her dog sat on the floor with his paws together, wagging his stubby tail smugly. “I do, however, have a few paws you can borrow.”

“Ha ha.” Mystery skittered back as Vivi plopped down the pile of presents where he’d been sitting. “Grandma says ‘hi’, by the way.”

“I’m certain she did.” Mystery twitched his ears as Vivi began sliding the presents back against the bench seat in such a way that they (hopefully) wouldn’t fall in transit. “Are we still picking up the Kingsmen? Or did Lance get his truck back yet?”

“We’re still picking them up.” Vivi climbed into the van and shut the doors behind her. “Gawain said he’d fly over on his own right about now, so it’ll just be Lance and Arthur. Oh, and don’t bring up the truck thing with Lance today - he’s about ready to duplex that tow company owner.” The woman rolled herself over the back of the bench seat, and Mystery watched her flail her way over with one ear cocked to the side before gathering his legs beneath him and hopping over himself. He climbed up into the passenger seat as Vivi clicked her seatbelt and turned the ignition, and quickly circled twice before settling down.

“Buckle up, ’Stree!” Vivi warned as she checked her mirrors. “We’re three minutes late, so I’ve got to make up that time!”

“While still obeying the speed limit I hoooOOOOPE!” Mystery let out a yelp as Vivi hit the gas pedal, and he was rudely flattened back against the seat.

…….

Arthur looked at the picture on the wall, and sighed quietly.

It was old, and covered with the dust of years of neglect. Lance didn’t use this closet for much more than storage, and he usually didn’t bother with anything above the fourth shelf, these days. The faces of the figures smiling back from the frame were all but obscured under the grime, and Arthur didn’t make any move to wipe it away. He wasn’t sure he could handle looking his parents in the eye on a good day, and let alone on a day like today.

Arthur turned away from the picture after a few minutes, and started half-heartedly sifting through the unorganized assortment of old boxes, tools, and sundry items. He shouldn’t be giving any thought to the people who clearly didn’t have any to give to him, he knew… after more than a decade without a single visit, phone call, or even a letter, they weren’t worth his time, nor any of his effort. But there was still that pit in the bottom of his stomach that couldn’t help but feel disappointed… as if he were missing out on-

“Did you find the tape yet?” Lance’s voice shouted from down the hall. Arthur shook himself out of his thoughts, and quickly grabbed a roll of Bourbon tape out of the box in front of him.

“Yeah, I got it.” He shouted back, stepping out of the closet. He paused with his hand on the doorknob, feeling the chill of the metal beneath his palm, and contemplating the chill he felt inside. Then, he took a deep breath, and shut the door on his past.

“Then let’s get going.” Lance was waiting by the front door, jacket tossed casually over one shoulder, and a full canvas bag over the other, as Arthur jogged into the front room of the apartment. “Your lady’s waiting outside already.”

“I just need to fix this real quick.” Arthur pulled a piece of tape from the dispenser and held the plastic in his mouth as he carefully lined up the torn edges of the wrapping paper to tape them back together. He’d been a little too rough with his prosthetic hand when gathering everything up, and had accidentally punched a small void in the package. The Pepper girls probably wouldn’t care about a small tear, but Arthur did, and he wasn’t about to give a ripped gift. “Th’rrr ree go.” Arthur spat out the tape dispenser, and tossed it on the hall table. “Now we can go.”

“Finally…” Lance opened the door and propped it open with one foot, waving his nephew through ahead of him. “Gawain headed over about ten minutes ago. Let’s go give him a little back up.” Arthur shook his head as he hustled down the front steps, but he wore a fond smile as he approached the van pulled up in the shop parking lot. Vivi opened the driver’s side door as he approached, and scooted herself over on the bench seat, squishing Mystery against the door until he fled into the footwell with a grumble.

“Not a scratch on her - just like I promised!” The woman smiled as Arthur leaned over the seat to add his presents to the pile. Lance opened the back doors and tossed in his own bag before climbing up, himself. “My folks say they’ll try to video call around 8pm, give or take. There’s a karaoke event they signed up for at seven, and that might make them late.”

“We should be done with dinner by then, either way.” Arthur readjusted the van’s mirrors for safety, and clicked his seatbelt on. “You all set back there, Uncle?”

“Just don’t take any turns at mach Jesus, and I’ll be fine.” Lance waved a hand over the back of the seats in response. Arthur laughed a little, and pulled out of the parking lot at a reasonable speed.

…….

“…aaaand, done!” Belle Pepper stepped back from the towering tree with a grin, and planted her hands on her hips. “Now it’s perfect!”

“I still think it needs some candles.” Cayenne muttered under her breath. Lewis lightly tapped his sister on top of her head.

“That would be a bigger fire hazard than me.” He reminded her gently. Cayenne blew a raspberry as she waved off her big brother’s hand. Lewis tried to put on his best stern frown, but he couldn’t quite manage to dampen his fond smile. “How about, instead, you help our guests set up their dinner shrine?” He asked, nodding across the room. A small gaggle of Deadbeats were gathered above one of two small, round tables, gleefully watching three orange spirits attempt to replicate their own masterful work. “I think they could use a hand…” He watched Bran’s carefully constructed pyramid of incense sticks wobble, and clatter off the table. “...or two.” He added

“Challenge accepted!” Cayenne made a show of rolling up her sleeves before marching across the room. “Hey ladies (and Griflet)! Let a real master show you how it’s done…” Lewis straightened up, and gestured for his Deadbeats to come and join him by the tree. Most of them obeyed, but for one or two stragglers who took their time peeling away from their front row seats to Cayenne’s lesson. Belle reached up to pat one of the magenta spirits on the head as they swirled around their master, and the little ghost made a short, high pitched sound of delight.

“Has Gawain ever had a shrine?” She asked curiously. “It doesn’t look like his little buddies have ever built one before.”

“We’ve made a few for special occasions,” Lewis shook his head. “But otherwise, not really. Vivi was worried that having full access to his sense of taste all the time again might be too overwhelming, so we’ve been trying to ease him into it.” Belle let the Deadbeat she’d been patting fly off to join its fellows circling the tree. She watched as the little spirits chirped at the decorations and batted at the tinsel, and frowned quietly.

“I hope this isn’t too much for him…” She murmured. Lewis looked down at her questioningly. “I know the fam can be a bit…overwhelming…this time of year.”

“Isn’t everyone’s?” Lewis smiled. “But I wouldn’t worry, chiquita.” The ghost ruffled his sister’s hair affectionately. “He’s survived twenty minutes in the kitchen with mama already. He’ll handle the aftermath no problemo.” Belle made a show of fixing her holiday hairdo, but just as she opened her mouth to admonish Lewis, Paprika came bursting out through the kitchen doors, holding a basket bursting with bread twists.

“FOOD’S READY!” The nine year old yelled out enthusiastically. Immediately, she was beset by a swirling cloud of Deadbeats, and Lewis whispered something under his non-existent breath before scrambling to shoo them away.

“Get, get!” The ghost scolded. “You can’t have any until everyone’s here, you know this! Riki, hurry! Get to the table!” Savina Pepper propped open the kitchen door with one foot as she watched her youngest sprint for the large party table already set for their many guests, pursued by the hungry deadbeats and her eldest.

“Hmm. The bread made it out of the kitchen this year.” She mused before turning to the blond standing beside her. “Let’s take advantage of the distraction to get the appetizers to the table while Cori gets dessert into the fridge.” She held the door open for their new guest, and then let the door swing shut as she took the lead. “Lance texted just a minute ago to say they were on their way, so we should be able to sit down in about ten minutes or so. Vivi can help us get your shrine set up as soon as she puts down all the gifts.”

Gawain trailed after the woman, moving his feet out of old habit, but making no sound as he followed her to the table, and placed down the bowls of tostones and chickaritos he’d been asked to carry. Across the table, Paprika slammed down the basket of bread twists and shoved it into the middle before diving under the table with a shriek of laughter, followed by a wave of magenta spirits. Lewis came to a stop at the table, and took a big, showy deep breath.

“Where do they get the energy, mama?” He asked rhetorically. Savina - mother of four and career child-friendly restaurant owner - only smiled knowingly and headed back toward the kitchen. Bran sidled up to Gawain’s right shoulder, clearly eyeing the unattended bread twists, and the ghost lightly bopped her on the snout.

“Absolutely not.” He told her. “We’re guests here, remember - I’ll not have you upsetting our hosts because you can’t wait five minutes to have a snack.” Bran made a dramatic (though quiet) wailing sound, and draped herself over Gawain’s shoulders like an empty sock. Lewis laughed out loud, and his hair rippled into a small flame before regaining its usual shape.

“Aww, don’t worry, Bran,” He told the little spirit. “There’ll be plenty of food left over for you guys, too.” A sudden knocking came at the door, and Bran quickly stood up at attention, as did all the Deadbeats that had been chasing Paprika. 

“Perfect timing.” Gawain sighed as Chopper and Grifflet zoomed by, picking up Bran on their way to hover at the front door. Lewis shook his head as Arthur walked in, and was immediately beset by a colorful cloud of excited little ghosts.

“We should probably go help them.” He said.

“Probably.” Gawain nodded. Still, neither ghost moved as a grinning Lance sneaked inside, using his nephew as a distraction, and Vivi simply bulldozed her way through them with her armful of presents, all wrapped in shades of blue.

…….

Hours later, when the crumbs had all been eaten and the dishes had all been washed, they all sat around at the base of the tree, strewn about on pillows stolen from upstairs bedrooms and chairs nicked from the queue benches. They played cards for peppermint sticks until, one by one, the children began to yawn, and were herded to bed by soft-voiced parents and equally-sleepy Deadbeats.

Eventually, even the young adults began to turn in. Gawain gave in to the call of sleep first, much to Vivi’s disbelief, allowing Bran to take hold of his anchor pendant as he retreated in rest. The orange spirit had wound her way up the decorated tree like a string of tinsel before snuggling down between a cork labeled with “He said yes!” and an orb covered in bright white glitter paint snowflakes. Gawain’s pendent dangled from her mouth, glowing faintly, just like the fairy lights wound around the branches, and Grifflet and Chopper soon joined them. Finally, even the Pepper parents decided to call it a night, and bid goodnight to the only four still awake.

Mystery carefully stretched his long limbs, mindful of the presents piled just at the edge of his reach, and laid his head down on his outstretched paws with a yawn. Lewis leaned back against his side, lazily scratching behind Mystery’s ear with one hand as he held a steaming mug of hot coco in the other. Arthur leaned against his side opposite the coco, and Vivi lay across both their laps, drunk on spiked eggnog and peppermint.

“What a night, huh boys?” The woman laughed quietly, staring up at the starry projection Gawain had conjured up for the girls at some point during the card came. He had run out of peppermint sticks to give away, so Belle had come up with a clever solution. “Great food, better company, warm boyfriends to lounge against…” She trailed off with another laugh as Arthur wiggled his trapped foot.

“The first of many, I hope.” Lewis held his mug up in a solo cheer, and for a moment, Arthur remembered the cold feeling in his stomach with sharp clarity. He looked up at the tree - at the mementos of happy memories lovingly crafted and hung in abundance, and the spirits sleeping scattered within its branches - and wondered, just for a moment, what a tree made by his parents would have looked like. There wouldn’t have been so many different colors of lights. There wouldn’t have been paper ornaments covered in glitter and feathers, meticulously prepared and saved from the first holiday of 2nd grade.

There wouldn’t have been orange branches and shimmery needles, carefully selected to enjoy the holiday without triggering a deep-rooted fear of the color green that still dogged his footsteps, even years later.

“Arthur?” The blond came back out of his thoughts to find Vivi propped up on her elbows, and Lewis looking down at him curiously. “You good over there? You’ve been pretty quiet.”

“I’m….good.” Arthur paused just long enough to avoid the dreaded ‘f’ word, and relaxed into Lewis’ side. Vivi wiggled herself around until she was lying parallel between her boyfriends’ legs, and Arthur moved his flesh hand to start running his fingers through her blue hair. “I was just doing some thinking, I guess.”

“Deep thoughts?” Lewis joked, and Arthur cracked a smile.

“Mariana Trench deep.” He retorted, and whatever remained of the cold feeling in his stomach suddenly felt much warmer. It didn’t matter what a tree decorated by his parents would have looked like, Arthur realized.

This one - decorated by his family - was much, much better.

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

What would bay Bumblebee and hotrod reaction be to having a s/o with a cute pet that barks/hisses/or growls every time they see them? You know some of those videos where a girlfriend or boyfriend has a pet that is super adorable and sweet, but when the other person comes in the picture, the pet acts like a complete demon. 😈🐶🐱

Bumblebee:

He'd been around Sam's dog who used to bark at absolutely everything. It was a very annoying bark, and not very scary. So he used to just ignore the dog as much as possible. It was also easy to ignore since the dog was usually in the house and away from Bee.

When he met his S/O they told him about his pet. They were a different breed than Sam's dog, so he was assuming they would act differently. Bumblebee was a good and kind mech, he assumed that like his S/O the pet would like him too. So he agreed to have a meeting.

He saw the dog first. They were a much bigger dog than Sam's. Bee was excited, having them be bigger, may mean he could try to touch them. He sat patiently and waited. His S/O came closer. The dog saw Bee and froze. Not moving any closer. His S/O tried to get the pet to move closer. Begrudgingly the dog moved. Then stopped again. The dog made a low growl. Confused Bee moved, leaning forward. This set the dog off. Making the dog bark loudly over and over at Bee. Growling whenever they weren't barking. Bee retracted, backing away from the dog. He knew the dog couldn't hurt him. But it really looked like the dog wanted to try. And he didn't want to know what it would feel like having sharp teeth nibbling on his paint. Bee was disappointed. He'd never had any real interaction with animals. He was hoping this was be a good first time experience. Especially since this dog was such an important part of his S/Os life. He wanted to be able to have the dog with them on dates, because his S/O always felt guilty about leaving their dog behind. Unfortunately it didn't look like that was going to be possible.

His S/O apologized and took the dog away, not wanting to cause any more distress on their pet.

Bee was confused why the dog would be so angry at him. And he felt worried. He really hoped this would not affect their relationship. He knows his S/O loves their dog and wants to spend time with the dog. But he also wants to spend time with them. He is just hoping they can work something out. Maybe over time the dog might warm up to him. Maybe. But for now, he'll ponder the thought of why that dog hated him so much.

Hot Rod:

Hot Rod has been around Sir Burton's dogs. They were old and calm, and generally pleasant to be around. Sometimes when he sat still, they would come along and lay against him allowing him to carefully pet them. He enjoyed the way their soft fur felt. And they gave him company when he felt alone.

He'd never met a cat before. When his S/O said they had a cat, he was excited. He wondered how different they were to dogs. He wondered how they would feel and if they would give him the same comfort. Maybe even more comfort because they belong to his S/O.

His S/O came over one day with a carrier, pulling out a cat from the small box. His S/O cuddled the cat first. Making sure it was calm and happy after the trip. Then they took the cat to Hot Rod. The cat stayed still in its owner's arms. Hot Rod leant down, coming to level so he could look at the cat. The cat was purring happily. Then it looked at Hot Rod. The cat was still purring, but something about the eyes, the glare. It gave Hot Rod chills, he was unsure how why. But it felt like the cat wanted him dead. He laughed it off though obviously imagining things.

His S/O and the cat stayed with him for a while. The cat found the perfect place, lucky enough it was in the window sill enjoying the suns rays. His S/O would call Hot Rod over. He admired the cat, they looked so cute. With his S/O present he gently pet the cat. It allowed him and he felt happy. It felt soft and he enjoyed it. His S/O moved away to get their phone, wanting to take a picture.

The second his S/O stepped away the cat attacked. It's sharp claws trying to scratch his digits. It didn't hurt but it was alarming. He pulled his digit away confused. Their cat was so calm a second ago.

The cat stood and hissed at Hot Rod. As soon as his S/O came back the cat began to purr again, rubbing against them. Hot Rod was confused and concerned. He'd never met such a temperamental creature before. It disturbed him.

Over the course of their stay he tried again. Trying to get close to the cat. But whenever he came close it would hiss and try to attack him. He decided he would just stay away from it unless his S/O was around. And that seemed to work. He didn't need the cat to like him. His S/O loves him and that was all that mattered. He would be able to ignore the cat. Especially since most of their dates are alone, they never spent too much time with the three of them. Hot Rod would be able to get through the relationship with having the pet dislike him. He still had Burton's dogs if he wanted to let something small and fluffy.

[bardic-inspo]

15 Questions

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1. Are you named after anyone? Nope.

2. When was the last time you cried? I got a little teary on Saturday when we left home to play D&D at a friend’s house a few hours away. It was the first time we left our kitty cat home alone overnight in our new place and I was feeling a little sensitive about it. He was completely fine and he probably slept most of the time we were gone.

3. Do you have kids? No, but maybe, probably, having one someday.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me? Never. (Absolutely).

5. What sports do you play/have you played? When I was younger, swimming and cross country running. I don’t run at all anymore, it sort of fucked up my knees. I would love to get back into swimming again sometime in the near future. I semi-frequently do yoga at home, and would like to get into biking again. I’ve almost-nearly bought a bike several times over the past few years, but always found an excuse not to (mostly broken toes and long winters). I also have my scuba certification, if that counts, but the certification process was spread over two years (because of the broken toes) and I don’t feel qualified in the least, if I’m being honest.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people? Their voice, if I hear them speaking. Otherwise, I guess...just, vibes? A gut reaction of however they make me feel based on what they’re saying/doing and especially how they’re saying/doing it. 

7. Eye color? Hazel, leaning heavily towards green.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Both is good!

9. Any special talents? I think I’m a decent writer, and a somewhat insightful person/deep thinker. 

10. Where were you born? Midwest U.S.

11. What are your hobbies? Writing, video games, dungeons & dragons, reading (sporadically), dabbling in random artstuffs as the mood takes me, travelling to places I’ve never been, helping my cat live his best life.

12. Do you have any pets? My kitty cat, Leo, is about 8.5 years old (I cannot believe!!). We adopted him from a shelter when he was 5, and that was probably one of the best things that ever happened to me.

I grew up with a goldendoodle named Teddy, and I do love dogs, but I very much do not want to own a dog and owning a cat has reinforced that quite a bit for me, just due to the lifestyle changes/amount of work to take care of them elements.

‘Leo’ was the name my kitty’s prior owners gave him, and we didn’t have another name in mind, so we kept it. If we had ended up with a girl cat, we may have named/re-named her “Neset” and called her “Nessie” for short. Neset was a recurring villain in a D&D campaign I played in, and was also know as “the shadow of Egypt”. She was a monk/rogue multiclass who escaped our party probably five times on the brink of death before we eventually captured her.  I

13. How tall are you? 5′1″

14. Fave subject in school?  In college, I liked political science so much I ended up minoring in it sort of on accident, because I kept defaulting back to those courses while figuring out my actual major. In high school, probably psychology or language/literature.

15. Dream job? Not having to have one?

I think would enjoy being a writer, as a job, if and only if my financial wellbeing didn’t depend on it, and I was writing what I wanted/decided to write. That being said, some sort of story or narrative work. Maybe as an editor, or some sort of concept-person. I also really enjoyed anthropology, poli sci, and research in general in college, and if I wasn’t certain academia would ruin me mentally and financially, I might enjoy that, too. These are all dreams and don’t sound like real jobs one could have with the terms/conditions I’m describing.