#to start with. she's a wolf and not a dog.

[acatandamouse]

This is not always true, but I cannot emphasize this enough: size doesn't matter.

You see, we grew up with a wolf and you learn things. Like how they can chew thru chain links. But my favorite story is the telephone poles.

See, we grew up in a tiny town where everyone was poor, and behind our house there was a pair of fields and over the hill beyond the second field there was a road and lying by the side of that road were some telephone poles that had sat there for a year and clearly no one remembered but they would make good supports for an outbuilding.

So my sibling and I were sent to liberate one. We took along the wolf on her leash (just your standard nylon webbing leash with a choke chain, no collar) and went over the field, up the hill, down the hill, over the grass to the road where the pile of poles lay.

Then we were presented with a reality that my 10-12 year old self had never really considered before: telephone poles are fucking big. Like. Really fucking big. We tried. We really did! But ...we were not getting far.

And then we thought about the hole that went thru the pole (no idea what it was for) and we wondered if we could somehow tow the pole or something? The only thing we had handy, tho, was the leash. But we were game, and the wolf was calm enough away from people, so we threaded the leash through the hole and each took a hand and tried pulling, and it sort of worked. Not really but sort of. We decided it was a question of grip on the leash.

So we took off the leash, made a loop of the handle going thru the hole (and reattached it to the choke chain - we couldn't have anyone running off and getting lost in a small rural town).

This also sort of worked. Kind of. And then the wolf - remember this is a story about wolves? Well, she decided she had figured out the game and joined in. She leaned into the leash, and she pulled.

The telephone pole moved.

We pulled more and she pulled more. The telephone pole moved faster. She pulled more. We lost our grips on the leash. She started to run. We started to run.

That wolf pulled the telephone pole over the field, up the hill, down the hill, across the second field, to our house. At a run. By a choke chain. Because it was a fun game.

Never ever think that the size of a wolf is important. The sheer density of life inside one is so much greater than anything most of us ever experience outside of ...idk, anime? Yeah, stick with dogs. They make better pets.

[crushedsweets]

So, im actually really intrigued with your AU, i know that you probaly elaborated in this before but how will the "story about growth, love, joy, and recovery."

Comes to be? Of course, your AU its way WAY different that canon OBVIOUSLY but then again, will everyone just pull up some day amd go 'Yeah fuck that guy' (they said to Slenderman in unison who its secretly the fuck you guy) ORR......

I like your AU. Its kinda the reason i fell deep into the fandom again.

Beautiful question !!!

HOWEVER, I still have a specific story for everyone and overall, things just sorta get better for them all cuz they push for it (or are pushed towards it). In terms of slenderman, as the story progresses, he grows much weaker and begins to slowly fall back into hibernation with the operator - so the proxies are actively able to defy him without the punishment and live an easier life.

I’d like to note that Toby and Nina are kind of the two main characters in my AU, but they both struggle the most with getting better—mostly because they constantly relapse into old patterns. Cuz recovery isn’t linear, etc etc etc. so they show up a lot in everyone’s storyline, etc etc - Toby moreso in proxy storylines and Nina moreso in “the killer” saga

Long ramble post below! Kinda just giving examples of characters - clocky, Kate, Tim, and Brian !

My favorite example of it is clocky I think.

Clockys entire story is her childhood being the way it is, resulting in her being so so so cold, harsh, aggressive, reactive—so protective of herself that she’ll swing over a dirty look. She grapples with what the operator made her do, how it reflects on her, does she blame herself, etc . The operator is 90% of the reason she killed people, completely out of her own control, aside from the murder of her brother and father. She spent months living in the barn, deciding her life was over and she doesn’t deserve to move past this point. Worked at a shitty diner only to buy some food and clothes.

A big theme in her character is constantly refusing help, but because of her aggressive, impulsive behavior, she kept getting into shitty situations. And yet people kept giving her help. Kept showing her kindness, softness, empathy—something she denied herself and others. Examples being Toby helping her from the operator, Jeff dragging her away from police, Kate saving her from a wolf, the diner lady being so forgiving, Nina getting her in contact with tattoo artists, the tattoo artist giving her the tough love and firm boundaries that complimented the diner owners behavior.

She eventually gets a small studio apartment, spends all her time sitting by the window and working on art, coming to her friends and being there for them. Helping them too. Pulling them out of the same holes they pulled her out of.

She’s never gonna rid herself of her first instinct being anger, but she’s so much quicker to recollect, step back, and return with a level head.

Kate is another example that I like. She became a proxy at 13 years old and has easily lived the hardest life of everyone (not that it’s a competition ..) due to the constant pain, torture, murder, etc that she’s gone through, with the first 8ish years being totally on her own.

Tim and Brian were totally completely and utterly convinced she was a lost cause, all things considered. She refused to interact with them, either attacking or running off like a scared animal anytime they approached. It took until she was like 18 to finally let Brian encourage her to start working at the farm with them. She almost exclusively works with with the animals, tending to them, taking eggs, milking cows, shaving sheep, working with the herd dog, etc. she just feels better around nature like that

She constantly exists with intense levels of anxiety and pain (poorly healed broken bones and burns, chronic migraines) and she just suffered with it, too terrified to seek help. Like clocky, her anxiety and pain manifested into aggression and stoicism rather than stammering and blushing. Toby was the first person to push her—not cuz he saw past her stoicism or anything. He just thought she was really cool and freaky and wanted to hang out with her. He likes a challenge LOL

I sort of imagine it like befriending a stray cat… slowly urging her to come to the cabin, telling her to go take a shower, giving her a proper warm home cooked meal, bringing her clothes, etc. eventually going to Jack for periodic checkups, finding ways to help with the pain, just seeking out solutions rather than letting it happen

Eventually she stays completely in the cabin. She used to keep Lauren’s corpse in the mine with her as a reminder of her crimes, but eventually gave her a proper burial. Instead of trying to avoid any possible interaction with people, she’ll quietly wander into a busy room and sit beside her friends. So on and so forth

Tim and Brian come in a pair a lot, obviously

Their main thing is just getting as far away as possible. Not everyone’s healing looks like making it work where they are, sometimes you have to escape, which is why they’re so far from the main cast in my AU despite being such important characters (aka proxies lol)

They’ve been in this as long as Kate, and they fought the hardest to try and get out of the operator and slendys grasp which… well, didn’t work very much. Slendy eventually beat them into submission, and they figured that working around his wants was the only way they could meet their needs. If they didn’t outright defy him, they could eat. If they got all their patrols done, they could work. If they did extra good on missions, they didn’t have to stay at the proxy cabin.

Which is really sad. Be the perfect proxy and your life improves, but it the maximum quality of life as a proxy issss… significantly below the average level.

One of the best ways to mitigate symptoms is to take the charcoal/tar pill capsules that slendy got them to make, which all form from his body. However, it eventually becomes a dependency issue - a literal addiction that ties them closer and closer to slenderman, making escaping proxyhood nearly impossible. And beating addiction is really really really fucking hard, but they deal with all the shitty withdrawals and do everything they can to stop taking the pills . Which helps because they’re in it together, but it’s a long long battle. It helps that Toby and Kate are getting their shit together and can handle missions more

Anyway, they eventually just. Leave. Completely vanish. I think they’d only warn Toby, sitting him down at their apartment and telling him what’s going on. And he’d get angry, scream at them, shove them around, cry - and they’d just take it, and go.

They can love Toby to death while still knowing they can’t stay in his life without ruining their own, and that’s the reality of many situations . And with that, they can finally start fresh and live the life they’ve wanted for so so so long

[owlkalinity]

If I had a nickel for every piece of media with both a canine named Pepper and a chameleon named Leon, I'd have (at least) two nickels, which... well, you know the rest.

(If y'all know more than just this one, please tell me! I want to know if this is common whatsoever, because if it is, oh boy...)

[lt-doberman]

“There’s options. Standard 's some kind of ink made from a mix ‘f demon blood n' magic. Messy thing. However there’s also piercings n' physical crops."

Would the piercing even work either? Daire looked back at her, eyes studying the other curiously. A challenge was fun. Alex swore they could almost see the smoke from his head as the gears of his brain started to move. Who knew that dog could think.

"A sofa bed? That’s better than m' current dig by a long shot! You spoil me! I hope it’s not cuz' yer worried I’ll kill you. Trust me, that’s water under the bridge! Unless y' reveal yerself to be some crazy power hungry control freak we’re fine! 'm a very forgiving person." Cough. "…usually."

Daire stood up, stretching enough that you could hear his joints pop into place like a pez-dispenser. He grabbed his plate, now eating while perched behind her, quick to finish before they ‘got to business.’ … he did understand she could just bag that up for later, right?

"I’d love to see yer trinkets. Personally m' not much of a collector, however I find em, uhhh, interesting? Yeah that’s a nice word for it. Who knows maybe I’ll show you my collection of custom guns. That’s what friends do, right?"

Every time he mentioned weapons it was a horrible reminder of the faint smell of active gunpowder that lingered around the wolf. Especially along his coat. Hopefully it wouldn’t affect her couch. Please. No one wants their house to smell like rotten eggs and blood. Except maybe a certain Hunter.

“….if it, err, makes you uncomfortable I can sleep outside yknow? M' a gentleman."

{1 new voicemail }

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

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

-@celestiosapien

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

(AUDIO MESSAGE SENT.)

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

(There was a sound similar to duck tape.)

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

[hiddenbeks]

oooooo i need to talk abt heidrun so bad. a fun fact abt heidrun is that animals will sense that something is Off abt her. horses will become agitated around her cats will hiss at her farm animals will freeze or flee in fear and it's all very sad

[imagionary]

Here I am being insane drawing and coloring two whole refs for Top Dog in one day

My hand is dyinggg

[yanderespamton78]

I stole my moots idea and made a smash cake idk here look at it

mostly because i was bored and i have been playing minecraft for like 10 hours straight no joke the blood vessels in my eye are popping from not blinking enough and my neck hurts from looking up at my monitor all day and i got my first ever taste of grief from my dog being killed by my friends dog and still feel like im gonna throw up <3

[demenior]

i literally do not remember if i've already sent an ask but if i haven't i would love to hear about the critrole werewolf AU pretty please! and if i have. then i would like to hear about it again anyway 👐

Check my list of current wips here and send me a title and I’ll post a bit or share some details about it.

The CritRole Werewolf au is a mighty nein werewolf au. I set it in a vaguely modern world, but... in the 90s/early 00's. I wanted it to have some Buffy/Blair Witch/Lost Boys vibes. Like, grotesque and terrifying but with moments of absurd humor and a really bitchin' soundtrack. The Brjeau's are, loosely, the main characters.

Beau and Fjord were the intro duo. They're amateaur ghost hunters touring the country's most haunted locations. They're using Beau's absent fathers' credit card to fund them sleeping in Fjord's work van and get them access to dope shit like handheld video cameras and microphones that Beau uses to prove the supernatural is real. (Fjord films/runs tech. He a) doesn't believe in the supernatural and b) is terrified of it).

They pair up with Caleb- a mysterious dude in a long duster coat with a weird accent who may or may not be a monster hunter, and Veth- who's definitely just some normal housewife who just so happens to hate werewolves and definitely isn't one. They join the team after a scary event where Fjord is lost for a few days in some weird haunted place/sacred temple to some old forgotten wolf god. Caleb and Veth want to make sure Fjord isn't cursed, Beau is thrilled to be proven right that the supernatural exists, and Fjord thinks this is all ridiculous. So what that he's been having some weird dreams? That doesn't mean anything.

(You can see where this is going).

To keep things reigned in, I tried to limit all the supernatural entities to just werewolves (save for Fjord's eventual eldritch horror wolf thing he has going on).

Yasha, Caduceus, Fjord, Veth and Jester are all werewolves. Some of them were born werewolves, some of them were turned. Some were turned willingly, some not(t). Caleb and Beau remain Team Human (though Scourgers are now werewolf hunters, and through grueling training are a weird almost "half" werewolf, so they can't be turned).

[rattydearest]

Lambkin

[advisortotheadvisor]

canis and relda being queerplatonic partners is way too normal for whatever they have going on

[kitpine]

(ooc)

Aahh because I can't get to it currently, to the person who sent the ask about what animals people are: I am Working On It.

I need definitive answers for this before I launch myself at it (I fully intend to make an edit showing off someone else if not multiple people, which is why,) so I'm very open to suggestions at the moment!

I do have some vague ideas bouncing around, but I'm not super happy with any of them? Or attached, I should say.

The only people who I have ideas for that I'm more than a little attached to currently are Stephen, Joseph, and Roxie. Maybe Envy. And Roxie is the only one who I'd probably ignore other suggestions for unless they're very compelling to me... or more specific than my current generalizations for my list.

[werspinna]

What’s Your Underlying Motif ? Your Result:  the dog   whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

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[ace-nding-god]

Behold, my oath of the crown paladin, Eryx Mavros, and her elk Makaria.

Eryx was, up until quite recently, a member of the king's guard, known as the Houndsmen. The king, however, attempted to twist her oath by demanding that she execute someone who'd been labeled a threat to the crown, but pretty obviously was just a petty thief. She turned against the king and was labeled an oathbreaker, though she still firmly believes she has yet to violate her tenets.

She swore to protect the Crown, after all. Not to blindly obey a king.

Makaria, the elk, is her mount from the find steed spell, and also a reflection of Eryx's mental state. The king's insignia is an elk, so both the DM and I have agreed that as Eryx slowly heals, Makaria will start to gain lupine features, until she just suddenly stops being an elk all at once.

[thrasherella]

Needy Werewolf Husband is going into his rut and is really, reaallllyyyyy trying to get his wife's attention away from the household chores she's insisting on finishing before he can have his way with her...

...

He followed her all around the kitchen as she tidied up, wrapping his arms around her from behind and groping her tits as she cleaned the few dishes in the sink, pinching and teasing her nipples as she sighed and moaned, grinding his hard cock into her soft ass, his breath hot and voice desperate against her ear as he begged her to let him fuck her already.

"Please let me put it in..." he whined, nipping at the shell of her ear lightly in frustration as his swollen, red cock throbbed against her, begging for more attention, for more friction, for more anything; he felt like he was starting to lose his mind.

She had told him to keep humping her ass like a horny little puppy if he couldn't wait, and he really couldn't. He continued fondling her breasts, palming and squeezing them in his massive hands, and she whimpered and mewled, rolling her hips back against his.

"See, you want it too..."

She continued to deny him as she finished wiping and organizing the kitchen counters, his cock dribbling all over her backside as he pumped against her, unable to stop himself. He needed to pin her down, needed to stuff her full of his cock; he could smell her arousal mounting as she ground that perfect little ass back against him, her honeyed scent driving him absolutely wild.

"Just a little longer love, you're being such a good boy," she cooed, scratching him gently under his chin as he made puppy dog eyes at her, eliciting from him a low, humming moan.

He humped her legs while she vacuumed the living room, whimpering and growling as she did her best to ignore him, slowly and methodically making her way across the room as he ground into her, dragging and rubbing his cock against her, staining her clothes with his sticky precum, nipping at the back of her neck and ears, demanding her attention.

"Please, need to fuck you now baby, need to fill you; need to empty my cock into your perfect little pussy and give you a litter of pups..."

"Be a good boy and wait until I'm done cleaning the bedroom, okay?" she had purred, and he whimpered a weak agreement in response.

When they got to the bedroom however, she was helpless against him as he shoved her face first down onto the mattress, ripping apart those pesky little shorts and panties that had been blocking his aching cock, confirming what he already knew from her overwhelming scent that her cunt was already drenched and waiting for him to stretch and fill her.

"I lied," he huffed, mounting her from behind and lining up his dripping cockhead with her pussy, parting her nether lips slowly around him, loving how she moaned into her pillow as he did. "I don't wanna be a good boy; and you were a bad girl, it's not nice to tease a rutting wolf...now you be good, and take my knot," he hilted into her in one hard thrust, feeling her pussy clenching around him; a low, rumbling growling escaping his throat, and a deliciously muffled scream coming from her as he knotted her, forcing every inch of himself into her tight cunt.

He was already so overstimulated, biting down into her shoulder as he came, painting her insides white as he filled her with his thick load, and she cried out as her own orgasm crashed over her, hips bucking and rolling against him, squirting her climax all over his dick and pooling on the bedsheets.

"That's a good girl," his breath was hot against her ear, pushing her hips up slightly to get one clawed hand between her and the mattress, flittering and rubbing his fingers against her swollen clit, loving how she writhed and squirmed beneath him helplessly. "No more chores, no where for you to go, sweet thing stuffed and stuck on my knot...just be a good girl and turn off your brain, and squirt on my dick again, and again, and again while I make you my cum-dumpster..."

She couldn't deny this was exactly what she wanted...she knew her husband better than anyone and knew that denying him was a sure fire way to make sure he took extra time to "punish" her for the time she had wasted keeping him waiting.

Oh no, what a tragedy that would be...

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Hybrid Town (1) | Only Human

In a world filled with humans and hybrids attempting to find balance with one another, you are but a simple human trying to integrate into the town on the property your late grandparent bequeathed to you. The town just so happens to have a small population of farming hybrids, with hardly any other humans around. 

“So you’re the inheritor…(Y/n)? (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have my I.D. if you want to check.”

“..Right….but the owner of the original property was a hybrid…you are not.”

“Not that it matters. But my grandfather’s partner was a Wolf hybrid…They both agreed to give it to me when they both passed.”

“I..see.”

It might be right to call it racism or maybe more accurately it’s specism and the townsfolk aren’t all that keen on hiding it. They openly sneer at you when you do come to town, whispering loudly about what they’ve heard, and rolling their eyes if you have the gall to ask them a question. 

“Can I get these bags of mulch in bulk?”

“...so what are ya talkin’ to me for? Just grab ‘em.”

“Your sign says to ‘ask for more at the front desk.’”

“...Fine dirt monkey. How much?”

It doesn’t bother you…sometimes. You mostly spend your days on your property, having picnics in the open fields you now own. Spending time renovating your cottage with all the custom plumbing and electricity you learn to install yourself. Wouldn’t want some unfriendly technician in town doing it instead. Anyways you get into the routine of sustaining yourself in your lonesome working from home and relying on your savings to help you enjoy your new life. That doesn’t stop until the one fateful day…you’re lounging on your deck when you hear something faint. It sounds like crying. 

“Waaaaa!”

It sounds like a child…which isn’t unfamiliar, after all your neighbors do seem to be a little family. Of course, they don’t want to talk to you but that’s fine.

“Waaaa!”

It sounds pretty intense but you’re sure it’ll stop soon. 

“Waaaaa! Somebody help, please!”

Now it feels wrong to ignore it any longer. You quickly fix yourself to head over, driving the tractor that you ride across your property to the fence that represents the beginning of your neighbor’s property. It was short work to hop over the fence and hear the crying persisting. Running to the back porch of the house, you see a little dog boy crying his heart out. 

“I heard you crying what’s wrong?”

The kid starts blubbering wiping at tears and snot on his face. After some calming pats between the ears and some promises to help you can get a clear picture.

“Mama fell ‘ver and she won’t wake up!”

You run inside to find exactly that. A dog woman face down on the floor while the soup on the stove boils out and whatever’s in the oven beginning to smoke. Stopping the appliances you flip over the woman in search of a heartbeat and breathing. Thankfully you find it and ask the little boy where you can lay her down. He points you to the bedroom down the hall passing by another bedroom and a bathroom. 

Once you’ve laid her down, check her temperature, and decide in your not-so-expert opinion that she’s suffering from a fever. Assuring the little dog boy you have him help you carry some cold water and a rag to place on her head. While making sure she drinks some water, you finally get to talking to the little dog boy who’s started to calm down now.

“That was real brave of you, good job for asking for help.”

“Big brother always said I gotta since I’m too tiny to do much myself.”

“Well, I thought you were very helpful and you don’t seem that tiny to me.”

“Thanks!” 

“No problem! My name’s (Y/n).”

“And my name’s Titan! By the way (Y/n) I’m real hungry!”

That’s how you ended up cleaning the dishes, Titan’s mother started and using what you could to make something new. You stuck with one of your old family recipes, relying on your memory the best you could to avoid another charred disaster. Eventually, you finish up able to set a plate in front of Titan who is more than happy to dig in. 

“More! More!”

“Okay Titan just a little bit more but you can’t eat it all we’ve got to save some.”

“Whyyyy!?”

“Because your mom hasn’t eaten yet and I’m sure your brother will want some when he gets home–”

“But he’s never aroun’ we’ll be waiting forever for him to come!”

Creak.

“Titan who is this?”

The new voice comes from a much larger dog man with a sturdy build, sun-kissed skin, and overalls barely hanging off his shoulders. His ears are narrowed back and his shoulders are hunched as he easily towers over you. With Titan’s help, you explain how you came to help and that his mother had fainted, likely from the fever she had. When you show him to her, his bared teeth and impending growl quiet down. Fussing over her as he checks for any sign that you might be lying. Finding that you’re not, he skeptically accepts the meal you made as you alternate watching over her and entertaining Titan–who’s far too chipper for a pup ready for bed. 

“Hey uh, wanted to apolog’ze for earlier”

“For what?!”

“Fer how I acted when you’re just helpin’ out.”

“Oh, it’s okay! I’m just happy no one’s hurt.”

“I’m also sorry for misjudging you. I think I had the wrong impression bout ya.”

As you continue to chat with the young dog man–Tank you both work together to finish up whatever chores his mom would usually do. Between you both Titan is convinced to finally get some sleep if it’s in your lap close to his mom. Tank suggests you stay over bashfully offering his bed if you need it. You decline, encouraging him to get some much-needed rest considering he was working on the farm tomorrow. 

“A-a-are you sure you don’t want to stay in a bed? I feel like it’s the least we could do.”

“No worries Tank, I’m going to watch over your mom until this fever breaks. Besides I don’t have the heart to move Titan now.”

“Fair I guess. Hopefully, I’ll see ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah if I’m not still here in the morning you can come to my place anytime.”

His fluffy tail wags a lot harder than he likes at that.

“R-really?”

“Yeah, anytime!”

With another ‘thank you’ he’s off to bed. It isn’t until sunrise that the fever breaks and the dog-hybrid mother is coming to. Assuring her that her boys and the food she left in the oven are not burning the house she calms down to thank you.

“Oh thank you thank you I don’t know what I would have done without you!”

Where you’ll have to fight her off from her barrage of kisses, hugs, and propositions to stay long enough for her to cook something for you to take home, as much as you wanted to stay and indulge in her acts of thanks, you missed your bed and it was plenty exhausting now that you were being spoken to positively. Convincing her that you were such a short drive away that she didn’t need to keep you too much longer and after promising that she and her boys were welcome anytime you could finally go home. 

“You promise?”

“Yes, Miss Tiffany I promise, anytime you’d like.”

“Just not now?”

“Yes, not now so please get some rest!”

Back in the comfort of your home, everything is more or less the same except for the recently obsessed friendly neighbors who make all the quiet time you used to have nonexistent. 

“Wake Up! Wake Up! Let’s play!”

“Egh Titan how did you get in here?”

“Through your doggy door!”

“But I don’t have one!”

“Now you do!”

Thus begins the first few to fall for the lone human in this hybrid town. Hardly shy about their newly discovered attraction as they fill their dull hours up with time next to you. Lucky them as your neighbors they’re the only ones privy to your addictive affection and comforting scent. 

“Oh! I was about to drive over to drop off Titan!”

“What a coincidence! We were just coming over to have dinner at yours!”

“Huh?”

“Well, you did say we can come and thank you anytime!”

“So we figured why not now!”

“In fact, maybe every week we come over to yours and you come over to ours!”

“I mean I guess-?”

“Wonderful Titan, Tank clear the kitchen I’m going to make this dinner the best yet!”

“Yes’m!” “Yes’m

The Dog hybrid family next door is all too eager to take up all of your time. Since the moment you moved in they’ve been eager to truly get to know you, woefully settling with the distant wafts of your scent during a favorable breeze. Unlike others in the town their curiosity for the human was a positive one blaming it on their all too friendly instincts they couldn’t deny the urge they got to close to the distance between you two. But alas everyone in the town was so averse to the idea they were pushed off the desire for far too long but after your sweet words and intentions, they’d be foolish not to return the affection. 

“(Y/n) if you’d like me to cut the grass, I don’t mind.”

“That’s really sweet, Tank but I told myself I wouldn’t allow myself to sit back and let others do all the work.”

His tail droops at that. “Ah I see.”

“But you won’t tell me to go away will you (Y/n)? After I made that doggy door and everything.”

“You just chewed a hole in my door and I’m not saying you can’t stop by Tank I just don’t want it to be because you’re doing more work.”

His tail is wagging a mile a minute again. “I don’t mind if it’s for you!”

With your canine hybrid neighbors so close it’s hard to forget you were ever left alone. Now quiet and sometimes confrontational trips are filled with at least one member of the family accompanying you. Willing to bargain at stores for you or impressively growl when the cashier’s being a tad too snippy. It does make you nervous when the tiny Titan politely asks the nosy bird-woman who had the nerve to whisper about you to a ‘nice chat’ in the alley between the store. Returning with tufts of feathers and blood in his baby teeth. Or how Mama Tiff will oh so politely mention her bloodhound heritage at the fox bullies that hang around your car. Or when Tank all too eagerly pulls you into his side when he finds you cornered by the snake librarian.

“Back off my human!”

After any confrontation, you’ll ask your questions. Head on or round about they’ll all only smile at you, tail wagging wildly behind them. As if they’re proud of the slight fear in your eyes when you ask what that was about.

“We just want to protect you! You are only human after all!”

Part 2: It's Here!

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2nd STARWARS/DAEMON AU POST!!!!! This time with the CC's and the Disaster Lineage!

Obi-Wan: Maned Wolf (Kee-Ayt)

Anakin: Lion (maned female lioness) (Asieko)

Ahsoka: Gryfalcon (Tuex)

Cody: German Shepherd (Beskar)

Rex: Siberian Husky (Queen)

Wolffe: Wolfdog (Whitefang)

Fox: Doberman Pinscher (Vulpe)

Bly: American Akita (Lyra)

LORE TIME: first off! Jedi! So I thought a lot about how daemons and Jedi should work. I did end up deciding that Jedi GENERALLY have bird daemons (like the witches in His Dark Material), BUT not always. The Jedi having bird daemons is not a ‘All Force Sensitives Have Daemons Who Settle As Birds’ thing. It wouldn’t make sense in this AU since Force-sensitivity is a spectrum and at what level would someone have ‘enough’ force-sensitivity to have a daemon for certain become a bird? I didn’t like that narrative as much, it felt restrictive. So instead Jedi tend to have bird daemons, but not Force-Sensitives. Like all Jedi are force sensitive ( and have bird daemons) but not all Force-Sensitives are Jedi, make sense? This is because of how the Jedi raise children and teach them to interact with the force. Because of how Jedi are taught to view and use the force, their daemons tend to settle as birds! It’s ‘nurture’ over ‘nature’ thing. Which is why (in this AU at least) the Jedi don’t take in older children to train. Because they’ve already probably learned their own way to interact with the force (different from the Jedi teachings) and therefore will have a non-bird daemon! Hence Anakin having a lion daemon. “But what about Obi-Wan?” (Well since Obi-Wan is one of my favorites I get to spice him up lol). He was originally very Jedi like (daemon wise) but after the whole Jedi Apprentice/Xanantos enslaving him/Melida-Daan war thing, he daemon ended up settling as a Maned Wolf! I imagine he was just about the age where his daemon would settle (usually 13-15, which is the same reason this is the age Jedi initiates are made padawans), so it was a surprise that his daemon so abruptly changed and settled. Most likely the effects of being so abruptly exposed to violence and war right out of being only use to the peace of the Jedi temple his whole life. 

(Extra) The 3rd page of the post! Cody and Obi-Wan’s daemons! Beskar and Kee-Ayt! Even though in my doodles Beskar seems to be very grumpy and even hatful towards Kee-Ayt, DO NOT BE FOOLED. Beskar adores Kee-Ayt. Their relationship just mirrors how I headcanon Cody’s and Obi-Wan’s. Where they will harass and bitch at each other to hell and back. Sounding from the outsider’s POV like two people who hate each other. When in reality these two are joined at the hip and love each other. They just will never admit it because “we have reputations to uphold!’ (Anakin says “what reputation? the reputation that one of you would murder the other if it wasn’t for the fact the GAR would court marshal the other?”) But yeah, Beskar makes fun of Kee-Ayt’s long ass legs. The mini ‘comic’ is about how I imagine that since all the Clones’ daemons are dogs/canines, when they win a battles they have a ‘Victory Call’ where they all howl. Beskar offers for Kee-Ayt to join in, but Maned Wolves can’t howl. They do this thing called a Roar-Bark (look up a video it’s so loud). This is the first time Beskar hears Kee-Ayt roar-bark and it scared the shit out of her.

(Extra Extra) The 4th page of the post! This is mostly doodles of Rex, Anakin and Ashoka’s daemons (Queen, Asieko and Tuex). All three reflect the close relationship that Rex, Anakin and Ahsoka have. Hence Tuex nesting on Queen and Asieko trying to groom Queen (who doesn’t appreciate the rough lion tongue bath she’s getting). (In fact Asieko tries to groom Tuex and Kee-Ayt too, but Tuex is too small and Kee-Ayt just starts biting Asieko bcs she doesn’t appreciate the bath either lol). We also have Tuex dive bombing Asieko (a common occurrence whenever Anakin and Ahsoka bicker). Tuex also does this to literally anyone who slightly annoys him or Ahsoka. And lastly the little doodle of Rex and Queen screaming! Idk if you’ve ever seen videos of Huskies, but oh boy are they loud and dramatic. I think with all the stress and insanity Rex has to deal with leading the 501st, he and Queen often have therapy screaming sessions. They deserve to. 

(ALSO, I will be making follow up reblogs with lore/plot stuff for each individual character)