#a loyal dog and his adopted puppy??

[cobaltfluff]

some AU / crossover (idk??) doodles because i reread a certain manga recently

[wishful-sinful-9]

YOU WANT IT DARKER

Logan Howlett x Reader

MASTERLIST

cw: stalkerish!logan, kidnapping, kinda dubcon, smut, piv, oral (f receiving), biting, hair pulling, body worship, overstimulation, just feral sex, both parties are a little unhinged, reader has no sense of survival instinct bless her

halloween special (better late than never) 🐺

Was this karma? Had you been some sort of puppy-kicking throat-slashing cold-hearted bitch in a past life? Are you being bit in the ass for it? Or had the universe just singled you out at some point to be an object of constant torment?

You'd thought a small town in the mountains was just what you needed: peace and quiet, beautiful landscapes, charming locals. The reality was freezing temperatures as early as September, and elderly neighbours that are just as frosty to the strange young newcomer. Two months in, you could no longer take the loneliness - life became a little brighter when you adopted your fiercely loyal, and almost terrifyingly giant, doberman you named (aptly, in your opinion) Baby.

And then you left the Goddamn back gate open.

Miles of forest stretch up the mountainside behind your house. You've been trudging through the dense woods for hours, voice hoarse from calling for your dear Baby. A whisper in the back of your mind tells you it's a lost cause; he must have gotten too far to find his way back, and God knows the predators lurking in these shadows willing to attack him. These shadows that are getting deeper with each passing minute.

A shiver runs through you, in spite of your thick scarf and fur-lined coat. You scan the surrounding trees as you realise that it's getting harder to see past them.

That's when you halt abruptly.

You have no idea where you are.

-

Right and wrong blurs into eachother sometimes for Logan. He's been alone for so long, and his instincts are so loud, he can't fight these strange animal tendencies that claw into him every so often.

And you, well you didn't help him at all.

Why the fuck would a pretty young woman like you be doing living round here? Walking around his forest every damn day, with that hound that you love so deeply, even though it could easily wrench its lead from your grip or bite your arm clean off with one snap of its wolfish jaws. Of course, he knows it would never do such a thing - it loves you like all dogs love their owners, unconditionally and obsessively and devotedly. It loves you like how he'd love you.

Picking a spot in the shadows and watching you pass by was one thing. Beginning to follow you on your route, all the way back to your home though - his conscience was beginning to blink its red warning lights.

Yet every time he indulges in his guilty pleasures, those lights fade a little more.

He doesn't notice they've gone completely black when he sees you presently, stood shivering in the depths of the forest. Lost.

Your dog blinks up at him, eyes bright and tongue lolling. Excited to introduce you to his new friend.

-

The darkness of the encroaching night, the cruel icy wind, and the severity of your situation is all forgotten when your blessed Baby appears like an angel from the shadows.

“Baby! Oh, my God, Baby,” you sob, kneeling as he runs to you with a furiously wagging tail. “Where have you been, boy? Where the hell have you been?”

You unwind the leash from where you'd knotted it and clipped it to your belt loop and reach for Baby's collar. He twists, not with any fear or violence, out of your grip in an instant. You frown. He hasn't done that before.

He trots over to where he had appeared from, glancing back and stopping, encouraging you to follow.

You step forward, “What are you..”

He returns to shepherd you to his desired direction. You do so, praying that once he's successfully shown you whatever impressive stick or pinecone it is that you can finally go home.

You trudge after your dog for a few more minutes before deciding you've had enough. “C'mon, pup, let's go home. Aren't you hungry? Eh, boy? Want some- shit!”

Baby sprints off suddenly, lightning-fast.

Your feet move before you can think. You're far too exhausted for this chase, but you are not going to lose him again. You shout after him as you sprint through the darkness.

You break through the trees and find yourself skidding to a stop - in front of you, there is a black iron gate.

Beyond it, a gravel drive leads to a shadowed, decrepit manor house, lit only by the full moon above. You don't have time to wonder why there was ever a house built this deep into the wilderness, because Baby's running straight to the open door.

-

He pets the dog idly, knowing you'll soon follow. It licks his palm.

The scent of roses, your perfume, strengthens as he hears the stumbling of your hiking boots at the entrance. The dog barks, and you follow the sound.

You burst into the living room, eyes wild when they meet his own.

Got you.

-

His dark eyes are unsettlingly wide as he stares you down.

The man whose home you've just broken into is unlike any around here; considerably younger than the elderly folk in town, perhaps in his thirties. Beyond that, there's something abnormal about him: he towers over you, huge in stature and wide with muscle. And one of his terrifyingly huge hands is petting your dog.

“I am so, so sorry sir,” you stammer stupidly, taking a wobbly step back. “He just - ran off - he never does it I swear, I'll get out of your- Baby, Baby, c'mere.”

He doesn't move.

You tremble as you contemplate grabbing him by the collar. But you can't seem to bring yourself to move towards this man.

“Baby, please-”

The man says your name.

Your blood runs cold. You bring your gaze to his, slow with terror. Another step back.

You could cry when Baby finally moves away from him, only to be further horrified when you beloved protector only does so to get behind your legs and usher you towards the man. The strange man who somehow knows your name.

You lurch forward at a hard nudge of Baby's head against your calf - into his arms. Strong, large arms that wrap around you tightly. Shit. Oh shit.

You shriek, attempting to wriggle free, but the man holds you to him tighter. He removes one arm, keeping you there solidly still with the other, and curls his fingers into a fist.

And three knife-sharp metal claws unsheath from his knuckles.

Your fighting ceases immediately. He doesn't hold them to you in threat, merely displays them in warning: Don't. Even. Try.

They disappear back into his hand and he brings his lips to your ear.

“You ain't going nowhere, sweetheart.”

-

It would've been a nice room, once. A canopy bed in the centre, a velvet loveseat at the foot of it, and a large window stretching across the far wall. Only now, the canopy's sheer curtains are torn, the colour of the seat's fabric faded, and the window completely boarded up.

The only source of light is a lone candle on the dresser. You pace in its dim light, shaking like a leaf, gasping short, panicked breaths.

He'd picked you up as if you'd weighed nothing at all and deposited you in this room, locking it and ignoring how you banged and screamed and shouted at the door. It didn't take long before you'd exhausted yourself and resorted to desperately racking your brain for means of escape.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

You sink to the floor with your head in your hands. Hiccupy sobs escape your lips, eyes sore from crying.

A gentle click of the door opening alerts you of his presence.

“I'm not gonna hurt you.”

As he lingers in the doorframe, even bigger from where you're crumpled on the floor, you find it hard to believe. Your breathing speeds up again.

In a stride, he's kneeling beside you. You jerk away with a cry as he tries to reach for your wrist.

His hand curls around your chin and brings your tear-stained, crazed face to his. The wildness in his eyes before was gone - there's a shocking earnestness in them now, as if he hadn't just used your only companion against you in luring you into his home.

“Deep breath in,” he murmurs.

What?

“Deep breath in, I said. Do it, girl.”

For some bizarre reason, you do it - drawing in a deep, shaky breath and holding it.

“Now out.”

You exhale.

“Again - in,” you do, “out.”

You can't shake the feeling that you're in some absurd dream as you repeat the process with your abducter until your breathing returns to normal.

He retracts his hand from your face and with a weak voice you whimper, “Who are you?”

“Logan.” He grunts.

“What do you want?”

He gazes at you for a long moment. When he responds, you detect a tremble in that baritone voice: “I've been alone for so. Damn. Long. Then you came along, into my woods, into my head, and now I'm losing it.”

His words send chills racing down your spine. Had he been watching you?

“It's like this instinct. This animalistic urge, that makes me want to keep you here - where I can keep you safe, keep you with me-”

“You're a mutant,” you rasp. He nods. “My parents always told me to stay away from... your people.”

“They aren't my people. I'm alone.” You flinch at the sharp edge to his tone.

He raises himself from the floor, looming over you again. You cower under his shadow.

“Well,” he grunts, “not anymore, I suppose.”

He locks the door behind him.

-

You don't know how many days have passed since Logan first took you.

It was only the day after that fateful night that he unlocked your room, under strict order to not leave the house. His only other kindness was to get some clothes for you from your house. You hadn't given him the keys.

Baby is your only comfort, as he curls up beside you at night for warmth. Even still, he seems to have developed some sort of bond with your captor, and is unwilling to be the guard dog you'd have assumed he would be in a situation such as this.

You've taken to slinking about in the shadows, rarely directly coming in contact with Logan; instead, you observe him.

His mutant abilities are not limited to the claws; from what you've gathered, he has some sort of heightened sense of smell and hearing. You know it would be foolish to try and escape because he'd sniff the nerves on you in an instant.

He feeds you mostly meat, which you pick at with little appetite.

It's those minor interactions, when he hands you your meal, that you ponder over throughout the long, cold days and nights. Had he lingered for longer to watch you eat? Did his fingers graze yours when he passed you the plate?

It soon came apparent to you, that this ominous, claw-bearing creature was no more than a man in isolation.

In a largely anti-mutant society, it's push everyone away, or be shunned and hurt. In this world, he's abnormal. Dangerous. A monster.

And you want to crawl into his skin and find what he is really: man or beast?

-

His ears prick at the shuffle of your feet. No matter how often he hears you move about, you never fail to excite his paranoia.

But you never do run, or lash out, or panic. You just remain in the darkness, watching.

In truth, he regrets doing this to you. It was the primal part of his brain eating the rational, and now you were constantly in his proximity, the animal had calmed itself and the human had settled in. Still, he could not bring himself to set you free. Not until he'd figured out how to get himself back to how he'd used to be.

Click.

He froze.

The door. You were at the door.

He set his beer bottle down hard on the table, a warning. He was there. He'd know if you were escaping.

The smell of fresh night air leaks into his nostrils, and he stalks over to the foyer.

You're halfway out the door - staring at him.

For a heartbeat, you keep his furrowed gaze, heart rabbiting in your chest. Then you bolt.

-

You barely make it to the gate before rough hands slam you backwards into his chest.

You don't struggle. You just pant in his hold.

A long, terrible moment of silence passes that makes you doubt your confidence in emerging from this situation unharmed. When he finally speaks, his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“What. Was. That.”

You squeak, “I wanted to see if you'd go after me.”

You're flung over his shoulder and marched straight back to the house.

He dumps you on the tattered armchair by the fireplace, and leans over you - gripping each arm of the chair to cage you in. His eyes are as dark as you've ever seen them.

“You have your answer,” he growls.

“Logan I-”

“Now I want to find out mine.”

You press yourself back into the chair. “Answer to what?”

“Why did that turn you on?”

Your mouth runs dry and your cheeks are ablaze. You shake your head furiously, refusing to meet his eye. “I don't know what.. Uhm..”

One hand is no longer on the chair, instead it's on your cheek. Forcing you to look at him.

Wordlessly, he drops his hand... and shoves it down your pants instead. It's then that it hits you: that heightened sense of smell of his can detect arousal too.

A thick finger runs through your folds, gathering the slick sticking to your panties.

“Logan-”

“You are turned on.”

He sounds almost a little incredulous, as he pulls out his hand and studies how your arousal shines in the milky moonlight, coating his fingertips.

You make a little noise of embarrassment, and it turns his attention back to you. Wide-eyed, flushed, lips slightly parted. And a switch flips.

He grasps the back of your head to meet him halfway as he crushes his lips against yours. Bruising, but for some reason, addicting.

You moan slightly, opening your mouth to encourage his tongue and it makes his mind blur.

He tears away after a minute, and, operating as if possessed, rips your pants open.

You gasp, but have no time to reconsider: your panties are torn clean off too, and a finger is curling deep inside you.

Your wails prompt him to try another, his thumb circling your clit, the pads of his fingers pressing against the spot that makes your eyes roll. You can barely gasp his name, so overwhelmed and lost in pleasure.

It's not enough. He needs to taste you.

You almost scream when his mouth replaces his thumb, sucking desperately on your clit. He laps at you with such animalistic intent, the haze in your mind lets through one paralysing thought: how does he fuck?

The pressure builds in a way you've never experienced before - so quick and heavy, like a tidal wave, and when you cum he almost ruins his pants along with you. The sheen of sweat over your face, your heaving chest, that sweet white release trickling down his palm. More.

Your hand flies into his hair as his fingers begin to move again and his mouth is somehow faster and needier than before.

“L-Logan I can't-”

He groans gutterally as he pulls away for a second to spread your juices over your throbbing flesh, already swollen. When he dives in again, you just grip his hair for dear life.

The next orgasm has your thighs clamping tightly around his head, but he simply prys them apart again. You tug at his hair and he finally breaks away to kiss you hard.

You taste yourself on his tongue.

He doesn't let up until you're both in desperate need of air, and you take the opportunity to strip off your top and bra. His hands, shaking you realise, come up to cup your tits gently, his eyes greedily savouring the sight.

“Beautiful..perfect..let me fuck you.” He gazes in your eyes with such desperation, you lean forward to cup his face and kiss his nose.

“Anything, anything for you, Logan.”

-

You don't give a damn about that rug burning against your back. Not when he's so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your throat.

“Sweet girl,” he sucks into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Take me so well, does it hurt?”

“Mm-mm,” you hum, eyes welling with tears of overstimulation. “Just move. Fuck me, Logan-”

He lifts your knees, pressing the backs of your thighs to your chest, and slams into you over and over at an unrelenting pace. Your mouth hangs agape, crying for the pleasure. It's as if the beast in him has bled into your skin, making you want him closer, deeper, faster. You claw at his shoulders. He leans down to nip and nuzzle at your jaw and neck, but your lips only move to moan.

“I can feel you - so tight - cum for me, sweetheart,” he grunts out, “cum all over my cock.”

You do as he wishes with a scream of his name.

He watches the sticky mess where his dick meets your cunt grow with your latest release, and he wants even more.

You're too dumb to register how he hasn't cum yet, but is pulling out of you. You let him manhandle you with ease until you're on your front, cheek against the floor while Logan grips your hips to keep your ass up.

Like this, he can better watch it all drip out of you.

You let out a little whine, eyes fluttering shut as you're sure he just wants a final look. You jolt as you suddenly feel his tongue thrust into your hole and curl. “No more-”

You shiver at the obnoxious wet sounds of him licking up the mess between your thighs, pushing back against his face despite yourself. You breathe out a sigh of relief when he pulls away - then you feel the head of his cock notch against your entrance.

With the last of your deteriorating strength, you try your best to crawl away from his sloppy thrusts.

“I'm not done,” he growls, pulling you back onto his cock and pounding you harder. You give in, eyes rolling, back arching, front pressed to the floor once more.

“Give it to me.”

You can't.

“C'mon.”

He reaches round to rub your clit in mean circles.

“Let go.”

You cry, and clench so hard around him it feels as if your pussy is pulling him in.

You gush around him, and his hips stutter as he approaches his own release. You press back as you feel him try to slip out - “Inside me, Lo, fill m' up..”

With a shout, he cums deep inside you, only pulling out once completely milked dry. He groans at the sight of your twitching thighs, and the creamy mess leaking from your cunt. He pushes it back in before standing.

You're a sticky, panting, fucked-out thing when he gathers you in his arms, pressing his lips to your hairline.

“Can I keep you?” he grins down at you, the first time you've seen him smile. You beam and kiss his cheek.

“Keep me forever.”

a/n: this has not been well edited but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! I've had a bit of writers block but the first part of the knight!au and the bbf!peter oneshot is on its way, slowly lmao

[thisisutl]

The real dog that inspired Ghost Trick's "Missile".

As many people on Tumblr have already pointed out, Ghost Trick is a game that is best experienced going in fully-blind. It offers amazing puzzle-based gameplay, a charming cast of characters and a unique story with plenty of twists and turns that will leave you both stunned and fulfilled by the end. My one true regret with the game is that I can't experience it for the first time again.

So, in trying to hype up the game for its release on Steam, Switch, Playstation and XBox, I decided to go for a novel approach: Instead of gushing about the game and potentially spoiling it for you, I will instead offer some facts about the real-life dog that inspired one of the game's most memorable characters. Knowing those facts won't spoil the game for you and will in fact make you appreciate its story a whole lot more, so feel free to reblog away, adding any facts that I might have missed about the game's Charismatic Cheerful Capable Caring Canine.

You know… This adorable little guy: 

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Missile Takumi!

Missile was a pomeranian Puppy adopted by Shu Takumi on 2007. He was named after a dog appearing in Gyakuten Saiban 1 (aka Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney 1). The dog in the original game was a throwaway gag, not essential in the overall game’s story. The real-life  little pomeranian however proved to be an essential part of Shu Takumi’s life.

(Source)

(More facts after the break)

Missile was Shu Takumi’s best friend. The little doggie was always there for him, always available to lift his spirits with a cheerful bark when he was feeling down and always offering a friendly paw even in the gloomiest of circumstances. Missile was a truly loyal friend, offering unconditional love and friendship, helping Shu Takumi get over even the most difficult of times.

(Source)

So when time came to make Ghost Trick, a game about ghosts, regrets, mystery, loyalty, friendship and ultimate redemption, it was perfectly natural for Shu Takumi to give his best little friend a part in the story.

The game’s developers didn’t initially want to put Missile in the game. They didn’t have a problem with putting a dog as a character, they had a problem with the fact that the dog was a Pomeranian and they would have problems animating his fur in-game. Shu Takumi however insisted and eventually, after meeting the little doggie and falling under its charm, the developers relented into putting him in the game in all his Pomeranian glory.

(Image from lparchive)

Not only did they put him in the game, in fact, they went above and beyond in capturing his charm perfectly. They studied his moves and mannerisms, in order to get his movements down pat.

(Image from lparchive)

Missile’s iconic in-game bark was actually a recording of sound-designer’s Nobuyuki Shimizu Labrador Retriever who was coincidentally also named Missile! Shu Takumi wanted to record his own Missile, but Shimizu-san also wanted to put a part of his own dog in the game and Takumi eventually relented.

So, yeah, Missile in the game was voiced by Missile. Just not THE Missile.

In order to make up for not recording his own dog for the game Shu Takumi made a “character song” for Ghost Trick’s Missile:. 

Yes, those barks you hear in the song are recordings of THE Missile, no substitutes this time! This is how the little Pomeranian used to bark!

The song was made to celebrate Ghost Trick’s 3rd year release anniversary and even though the song talks about Ghost Trick’s Missile, a lot of the behaviors mentioned in the lyrics (such as Missile’s tendency to climb on the sofa and then needing help to get back down) are things that Takumi’s pomeranian friend used to do.

The song was later remade by CAP-JAMS and included in the soundtrack of the 2023 remaster of the game.

And, yes, the original Missile’s barks are still there.

If it’s not perfectly clear, Shu Takumi really wanted to tell everyone how awesome his little dog was. He made the little dog an essential part of Ghost Trick and stealthily  made the world, at least that small part of it that played Ghost Trick, fall in love with him.

Ghost Trick was released under critical acclaim, even receiving a nomination for Gamespot’s Best 2011 Puzzle Game, but the fact that it was released near the end of the DS’s lifespan and a lackluster advertising campaign made it 2011’s “Best Game You’ve Never Played”.

The game, however, slowly gained a cult following and within that following, the story of Missile resonated with everyone and became one of its standout points. He might not have been the player-character but he was definitely the show-stealer.

(To tell any more would be going into spoiler territory, but seriously go buy and play Ghost Trick any way you can. It really deserves a bigger audience).

So beloved was the little dog in fact that when Ace Attorney was eventually adapted into an anime, the animators couldn’t resist putting him into episodes 13 and 30 of the first and second season respectively. In fact, in the anime Missile was indirectly responsible for the “class trial” incident that shaped Naruhodo/Wright’s life.

Before you ask, no, Missile was not voicing himself this time (something about working with animals and children). He was voiced by Tomokazu Seki in the Japanese version and by Kyle Hebert in the English dub. Still a nice tribute to Takumi’s little doggie.

One final Missile fact that I can’t find a proper segway for is that Missile also got along surprisingly well with Wagahai and Sankichii, the cats that later also entered the Takumi household, though, the way Takumi tells this, it was the cats that called the shots more often than not. 

Missile passed away on the 10th of November 2018. The way Shu Takumi puts it, the valiant little doggie waited for him to return from the US, to spend some final time with him before passing on. We don’t know the exact details just that it was sudden and unexpected.

(Source)

Missile is no longer with us, but his memory lives on. He will always be remembered by Shu Takumi as the friend that always was by his side… and always will be with him.

…and he will always be remembered by the gaming community as the little Pomeranian that stole everybody’s hearts and made Ghost Trick a truly memorable experience.

MISSAIRU TONDEKE! 

(Missile’s Launched!)

[kaliforniahigh]

best friend!noah just gives me puppy dog. all he wants is your attention; those big brown eyes of his are begging for affection, c’mon now. see, he thinks he’s a lap dog (he is not), flopping on top of you on the bed with all 6’3 of him. nuzzles into you with a satisfied huff. see? puppy.

he whines and growls. puppy.

likes it when you pet his hair, smooth it through your fingers, scratch his scalp. snuggly and warm. the best to sleep next to. protective. a little possessive. sloppy with his kisses. ridiculously loyal. can i adopt him?

Omg this is SO GOOD!!!!! HE IS A CERTIFIED PUPPY!!!

You think it's so funny everytime you share a bed with him. He keeps the room so cold, sou you have no other option than to cuddle close to him. Usually, he snuggles you from behind, burying his face in your hair and neck.

But, whenever he needs a little more attention, he lays on top of you and rests his head on your chest, sometimes on the juncture between your neck and shoulders. He thinks he's meant to be there forever, because he fits perfectly against you.

Whenever he sits beside on the couch, he rests his elbows on his knees and leand foward a little, head in the palm of his hands. Then, he looks at you and gives you those sweet boba eyes, and you immediatly know what he wants.

So, naturally, your hands go to scratch his back, all the way up to the nake of his neck and then you rake your nails in his scalp. He gives a little twitch from how good it feels.

And when you stop? That's when the whining starts. You tell him your arms are tired, but he's having none of it. So he physically grabs your hand and places it back on his head.

[fic-dumpster]

C’mere boy: A loyal hound

Hybrid Dog!Sanzu x F!Reader || 1.3k+ words

Warnings:Hybrid AU, no beta, unfinished, suggestive. MDNI

Adopting a hybrid was a good decision. After finishing college, settling into a monotonous life in an ordinary office job, and having no current amorous relationships whatsoever, you had plenty of time in your hands.

So that's where Sanzu came in. He wasn't precisely a baby pup anymore when you saw him for the first time in that cage. Seeing him in there broke your heart. Those blue eyes and that pink hair sent butterflies through your stomach. There was an indescribable pull that carried you in his direction.

The lady at the hybrid shelter told you he was a rescued fight dog hybrid. The scars adorning the corners of his mouth told you enough. Illegal hybrid fights are a common problem nowadays, such a horrible act for such beautiful creatures. And beautiful is exactly how you would describe that first impression Sanzu left in you.

The lady had tried to convince you to go for a puppy or a kitten, something easier to handle for a first-time owner like yourself. But you were stubborn, and once you made up your mind, there was no going back, and you were set on that pink-haired hybrid.

“He sure is a handful, be careful, okay?” the lady warned you again while you filled the adoption papers. “Bites and all!” You mindlessly nodded; it was the same talk, after all. But maybe you should have listened to the last part.

Once you were all set with the registrations and permits, a pair of shelter workers brought Sanzu out. The poor boy kept growling and snapping at them. who wouldn't? with how they were handling him. But one phrase that one of the workers said stayed with you, “Be grateful you’re getting adopted, you were on schedule to get euthanized,” and that still hunts you. Would have Sanzu died if you hadn't adopted him back then?

You recalled that first day, brushing your fingers through Sanzu’s mane, seldomly scratching his ears. He rested his head on your chest as his tail constantly hit the mattress with a thud. Things weren't as calm as they are now—a big scar on your hand reminds you of that, and so does Sanzu. Every time he sees it, you see sadness in his eyes.

It happened the same day you brought him home. You tried to take off his leash, but your sudden movement must have alarmed him. He snarled, and in a blink of an eye, your hand was in between his teeth. Red began to dreep from your skin, and Sanzu panicked. He let your hand go and stood frozen in place—your blood stained his lips. You understood; he was nervous in a new environment. And it was partially your fault for being too careless.

What shocked him the most was your constant apologies. He was expecting harsh words to fly his way or worse, a beating. But he only received your smiles and apologies. What was this? The poor hybrid couldn't understand your actions and reasoning.

It took you three whole weeks to get him to trust you near him with snapping and another two for Sanzu to finally let you in. And now, years later, you two were inseparable. Sanzu loved you too much that sometimes it got a little bit out of hand; you didn't complain, though; it just took you by surprise the first few times he did this strange ritual of his.

Every day after work, the moment you step into your house, you are tackled by the giant that is Sanzu; you feel that he knows he's bigger and corners you on purpose—pinning you against the door—both hands on your wrists. The first time, you got scared, thinking that he might have confused you with an intruder and was trying to bite your neck and well, off you. But that wasn't the case.

Sanzu doesn't like how you smell when you come home. He tries to find his own scent, and when he does, it’s almost fading away from your body, and that's not good.

“No good,” he growls as his head is buried in the crook of your neck. He moves, rubbing his cheeks against you, against your face and chest. The whole thing became a routine, but that doesn't mean it doesn't leave you as flustered as the first time.

Later on, you learned that what bothered Sanzu was the smell of the outside world on you, which includes friends, family, and your workplace. He always protests about how you should only smell like him.

Such memory made you laugh; Sanzu’s head moved with your chest, following your chuckles. “The things we went through,” you murmur, and you feel him stir under your hand. Sanzu has always liked this position, even if his feet are dangling from the bed's border. Something about hearing your heartbeat, he says. It's soothing, he says.

Another memory you could recall was when his first heat happened; it was a surprise because it shouldn't have been so soon, according to your calendar and what the shelter told you. They had injected Sanzu with something to stop heat cycles, which was supposed to last three months. You still remember the horrified face you made when that information reached your ears, for that was dangerous to any species. But it was already done, something about helping behavioral issues.

However, they didn't count on your ovulation triggering an early heat that left poor Sanzu dizzy with the intense aroma that emanated from you all the time. He has been with that injection for the most part of his life, so you can imagine how much it affected him when his body decided that he finally had someone to safely spend a rut with.

It was a Saturday morning; you were making breakfast as always, in your pajamas consisting of a pair of undies and an oversized T-shirt. You turned the stove off when you heard the sound of something breaking. As fast as your feet could take you, you walked towards the sound. It came from your room; probably Sanzu dropped another bottle of perfume, you thought.

You didn't even reach the door before it flew open; there stood Sanzu with drool dripping from his mouth, bloodshot eyes looking for something as his elaborated breathing mixed with a low rumbling sound that arose from his chest. For the first time in a long time, you felt scared. What was happening with Sanzu?

Sanzu had woken up alone, sweating and with a slight pain in his groin; there was also a delicious scent all over the room, especially in the sheet that you used. He began to sniff the air, and the more he smelled the room, the more his mouth watered from the sweetness his nose inhaled. It smelled like you, but there was something else... Something that made his slight pain turn into a new unbearable sensation. He needed more. Turning and yanking the sheets didn't help find the source; he didn't notice the mess he was making nor the lamp that hit the floor, too drunk in your lingering scent to care. That's when he heard you coming to the room; pulling the door open, Sanzu was about to ask you what that smell was when it hit him. You were the source of it, your crotch, to be more precise.

“More,” the pinknette hybrid gave a low growl as he approached your form.

“Sanzu, baby, what-” he didn't give you time to finish your sentence. In less than a second, you were pinned against the wall. Bulge rubbing desperately on your thigh, leaving wet spots on your skin. You knew there was no escaping him now; blood swelling his cock only made him want you more. Paws like hands clawed at your t-shirt, ripping it to shreds.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were standing and the next you laid naked on the floor. The hallway of your house was filled with growls and grunts…

[lucysarah-c]

Hi! Happy new years eve ✨🥂 hope you had an awesome 2023 and all my best wishes and blessings for 2024 🫶🏼

Now, I can’t get this idea out of my head. Levi adopting a kitten with his girl. I always thought of Levi like a cat person, idk he just seem to fit on it. And as a cat person myself I would love to read something about it.

I can imagine him thinking is a bad idea but then he cant go anywhere in the house without the kitty 🫶🏼 so adorable I guess

Ahhh happy new year!! Thank you for all your well wishes and sending them back to you! I'm sorry it took me this long to write this for you sweetie! T-T so sorry

It started in the least expected way. Levi and his group of friends had been trying to find new ways to spend time together in their difficult adult lives. They wanted to revisit certain activities they used to enjoy in their glory college days and bond a little. You, of course, didn’t complain. If Levi decided to go camping with his friends or hiking on any weekend, it was also a chance for you to hang out with your friends at home, maybe watch a movie he doesn’t like, and have a “me” afternoon. It was all positive until Levi began to notice something during their hangouts.

Dogs.

All of them, particularly Mike and Erwin, had their own respective big, fluffy, loyal-to-death dogs that they would take with them on hikes, jogs, or even camping trips. You could see from the look in your boyfriend's eyes that he was envious. The only reason you and Levi hadn’t adopted any pets before wasn’t because of you in particular. You grew up with pets, loved them, and felt that the house was missing something without a fluffy companion. And don’t get me wrong, Levi had always had a soft spot for animals. But, in his own words, “As a kid, my family could never afford one… and Kenny hated them so.”

When you two moved in together, he didn’t want any pets due to "too much hair, too much mess, and too much money spent on the vet." But now, you could see in his eyes that he desired one, especially when they took pictures with his friends' dogs, and Levi hardly ever took pictures himself. Sooner or later, you brought up the idea, and he seemed excited. You quickly guessed that he wasn’t going to be the one to suggest it since perhaps his pride stopped him from admitting that now all the previous reasons he had given you to say no weren’t that important.

One lazy Saturday, you were walking past the doors of a shelter. Both of you admitted that if you were going to get a pet, it would be a rescue, giving the chance for an animal to live the American dream (two adults with good salaries, a pretty house, and no kids) after someone had made them believe they were trash. Both of you talked to the receptionist, who said that soon she would walk both of you to the dog’s department to choose. But when the guide came back and you were ready to go in and check out the puppies with your boyfriend, he was nowhere to be found.

Quickly, you followed the sound of people talking, and there he was, talking to a vet at the cat’s side of the shelter. The vet seemed to be deeply engrossed in conversation with him as you reached his side.

“Lev? Love, they are waiting to show us the dogs,” you called to him before smiling softly at the vet, acknowledging their presence.

“Oh, I was just telling him that she never gets close to anyone, not even to us. It was almost magical seeing her trying to reach out to him,” the vet said, and you quickly concluded it was the cat that was rubbing the top of her head against the front of her cage, trying to reach Levi.

“Aww, poor thing,” you said as you bent down slightly to have a better look at her face and perhaps give the cat some love through the small space of the bars. But the cat quickly moved away from your touch and softly hissed.

It hurt you, despite knowing that all cats have their temperament, until the vet spoke again, “Oh, she has always been a little grumpy; she’s not a fan of people.”

Levi also bent down to the cat's level, and he seemed to be the chosen one because the cat was continuously bumping her head against the cage, seeking more love from him. “Well, that makes two of us,” he commented, admitting his antisocial tendencies.

“When we found her, we thought she was feral because of the damage from living on the streets and her attitude, but we found she was chipped. We contacted the owner, but he said that since she couldn’t have more kittens, they left her in the streets,” both of you slightly raised to look at the shelter’s owner with heartbroken faces. “She’s been here for a while, but nobody wants her because she’s old, grumpy, and because of all the pregnancies she had, she has FIV, which is an expensive treatment an-”

“I’m taking her,” Levi interrupted the vet without a second thought, and you were about to comment that the plan was to get a dog, nothing against taking the little cat.

“Are you sure? It’s a lot of responsibility, and she’s rather old,” the vet warned.

“I’m sure. What do I have to do to take her home?” Levi replied with confidence.

That’s how Chai Tea, or just Chai, came into your life. She was a grumpy old lady, but you two loved her to death, especially Levi. She seemed to be a golden brownish Persian, which made sense given her breeding history, but one of her ears was damaged from living on the streets, giving her a permanently angry face. The first sign of her enjoying being a spoiled princess was during her first visit to the vet after her adoption, when the instructions were to reduce her food rations because she was already a bit too chubby.

“Shhh, don’t listen to the vet. You’re perfect,” you heard Levi whispering as he rocked her in his arms in the kitchen. “Here, have some ham.”

She was obsessed with him, and he was obsessed with her. Did Levi complain about the hair? A lot, but at least he took the effort to vacuum and brush her himself. In his own words, “If I can make her life worth it for even a little bit at the end of it, then I’ll do it.”

It was endearing to receive a text message from Levi saying "On my way home," and then witness the little fluffy ball rushing down the hallway with her short legs once you tell her "Chai! Daddy is coming home!"

It was incredibly cute how she would meow all the way to the front door, occasionally looking back at you to make sure both of you were going to greet him.

It’s rather funny how he went to a shelter to get a big dog for his "bro's" adventures and came back with a cat that demanded to be picked up and rocked in his arms while he prepared dinner. Even funnier is how he accepted it. Now your camera phone is full of pictures and videos of Levi humming lullabies, sleeping with a cat on top of him, or holding her up in the air so she can hunt a moth.

A little bit jealous? Perhaps. Sometimes, Levi seems more eager to greet the fluffy cat when he gets home than he is to greet you. But being able to give an elderly cat a second chance was a better experience than anything else.

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[ghurab-alzilal]

Damian Wayne "The Robin of Pets"

Just as Bruce seems to have a compulsion to adopt children, Damian seems to have inherited that gene but when it comes to pets, which are quite numerous and of all sizes and colors which are:

🐶 Tɪᴛᴜs ᴛʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ Dᴀɴᴇ

To strengthen their father-son bond, Bruce adopted a puppy as a gift in an effort to instill empathy for others in Damian. Although Damian was initially less than enthusiastic about the idea and was even distant simply calling him "dog," over time they became very close and best friends, eventually naming him after the Shakespearean literary hero.

• First appearance: Batman and Robin #2 (2011)

🐭 Sᴘᴏᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ Rᴀᴛ

Spotty is a small spotted mouse who lives in the sewers of Gotham and Damian greets him every time he visits those places.

• First appearance: Batman and Robin #13 (2011)

🐮 Bᴀᴛᴄᴏᴡ

After a mission in a slaughterhouse, Damian decides to adopt his peculiar bovine friend and even after witnessing the cruelty in those places he decides to become a vegetarian.

• First appearance: Batman Incorporated #1 (2012)

😺 Aʟꜰʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴀᴛ

Pennyworth adopted this one for Damian from a shelter. Damian was somewhat skeptical as he believed he could not keep it for long, but upon seeing the kitten's personality he was captivated and named it after the person who gave it to him.

• First appearance: Batman Incorporated #6 (2012)

🦃 Jᴇʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ Tᴜʀᴋᴇʏ

Batman and Robin ruin the Penguin's attempt to ruin Thanksgiving thanks to Damian's trumpet. That's where he meets his feathered friend, who under the name of Jerry joins the Batfamily dinner. As a invited, not as the main course, don't worry.

• First appearance: Li'l Gotham #2 (2012)

🦇 Gᴏʟɪᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ-ʙᴀᴛ

During one of the League of Assassins' tests in the Year of Blood, Damian is sent to exterminate a population of Dragon-bats and just when he is finishing the objective, a small puppy moves Damian to the core because the little one, instead of hating him for what he did, it tries to console him. That's how he decides to keep him as a "trophy" and his most loyal pet.

• First appearance: Robin - Son of Batman #1 (2015)

🐉 Wɪɢɢʟᴇs ᴛʜᴇ Jᴀᴘᴀɴᴇsᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴ

During a joint mission with Nightwing in the country of the rising sun, Damian meets a dragon that helps them defeat criminals. Upon returning to Gotham, this huge friend ends up in the Batcave with Goliath and Batcow. Wiggles does not have a name during the course of the adventure but in an interaction between one of the writers and a fan he ends up being named as Wiggles the Japanese dragon. (click on the underlining text for context)

• First appearance: Nightwing #42 (2016)

[tachiharastanacc]

Finally wrote something for that “Verlaine and Rimbaud adopt a bunch of kids” AU from this post lol.

Chuuya had lived a relatively peaceful existence ever since he met his dads. He’d been in a bad car accident when he was seven, leaving him without any memories prior to the crash.

Or even the crash itself.

In fact, the time right after had been a blur as well.

Everything from waking up to the men who introduced themselves as his adoptive fathers had seemed surreal at the time.

But now, three years later, he wouldn’t dream of any other life than the one he lived in the french countryside with his dads.

Chuuya didn’t have many friends. Or any, really.

Nobody lived near them, and his dads thought it was better for his recovery if he was away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The very few times he’d ventured into the nearby town had been with his parents, who let him pick up a snack from the gas station before waiting in the car.

That was alright though, because Chuuya had tons of land to explore.

Fresh open fields covered with flowers, nearby woods where he could play and pretend he was some fairytale prince, the small lake where they swam in the summertime…

It was a happy life that he led. One free of strife.

Until tonight.

The humidity had brought with it a terrible storm. Chuuya had been spending it like any other stormy night- hidden away in the blanket fort with his dads and stuffed dog Adam as they watched movies. Papa had gone to get more popcorn while Dad stayed with him in the fort.

But Papa had been gone for a while and the microwave had long stopped popping. The scent of burnt butter tickled their noses.

Chuuya had been a bit worried, but Dad had patted his head and told him, “don’t worry. Paul likely just lost track of time. You know how he gets.”

Chuuya nodded. He did know how Papa got. Easily distracted by his work.

With a kiss to the forehead, Dad had left to go check on Papa.

But he’d been gone for a while too.

The thunder was loud outside of the safety of the fort, but Chuuya was brave. Adam went out first, always a loyal companion.

The patchwork puppy flopped to the ground since his stuffing was a bit uneven. He went everywhere with Chuuya, so Dad had to stitch him up a lot. Unfortunately, Dad wasn’t the best at sewing, and he refused to let Papa help, resulting in Adam looking more like Frankenstein’s monster than a dog.

That was ok though, because just like Chuuya, his scars made him unique!

After getting the signal from Adam (silence), the young boy forward-rolled out of the fort. Spy-like.

Secret Agent Chuuya and his trust partner Detective Adam snuck out of their room, creeping through the halls.

Voices were speaking in hushed murmurs. The pair of spies tip-toed (or rather, Chuuya tip-toed. Adam rode on his head) to the railing at the top of the stairs.

Just below, he could make out the shadows of his dads whispering.

“…isn’t fair to Chuuya…”

“…leave…there.”

“…risk…even know!”

Secret Agent Chuuya was officially suspicious. He leaned forward. Unfortunately, due to his small, lopsided body and general clumsiness, Adam toppled from his head. He slipped though the railings as Chuuya reached for him, landing with a plop on the wood below.

The whispers immediately stopped.

One of the evil criminals emerged from around the corner, scooping Adam into his arms and staring up at Chuuya.

Instead of playing along, however, he just sighed.

Chuuya’s smile instantly fell.

“Dad? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. We just might be having some visitors.”

He turned to stare at where Papa was still standing, before he also emerged.

“Kiddo, something came up with work. I need to go check on something at the office. I need you to be good and help your dad make up the guest room, ok?”

Chuuya nodded, the picture of seriousness.

They never, ever got guests. And if Papa was going to go out into the storm to pick them up, they must’ve been important.

Maybe it was work friends. Or maybe relatives! Grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins…

Chuuya had never met any of them, but maybe they were coming to surprise him!

As Papa headed out into the rainy night, Dad and Chuuya started making up the spare bedroom. It had served as an office for the better part of three years, so a lot of boxes and papers had to be moved.

Dad did most of the lifting, while Chuuya helped with the lighter boxes- Papa had said he wasn’t supposed to try lifting anything heavy without help or else he could get hurt.

Adam supervised.

Once the guest room was all made up, Chuuya and Adam retreated back to the safety of the fort. They continued their movie, though they were both aware of the absence of their dads.

Or at least, Chuuya was, but he assumed Adam felt the same since they were best friends.

The thunder and lightning died down, and Dad tucked them both safely under the covers.

Chuuya was asleep when Papa’s truck (Dad had wanted a nicer car, but Papa said the truck was more efficient) drove back into the driveway.

The sound of the door opening woke him up. He should be good and stay in bed, but he was too excited! He wanted to meet his relatives super badly!

Or Papa’s work friends. He shouldn’t get his hopes up.

As he sneakily emerged from his room and peered over the banister, he realized it was neither.

Speaking to Dad and Papa were two teenage boys. One had white hair and the other dark brown. They were dressed in unusual clothing and both were sopping wet.

Even stranger, they had two more kids with them. The white-haired one had a boy a few years younger than Chuuya on his back, while his companion was holding a small girl with pink hair.

The teen with white hair turned to look at him, despite his eyes being closed. Chuuya felt a chill run through him.

His dads also looked up, expressions grim, though they softened upon seeing him.

Papa nodded to the strange group of children and climbed up the stairs, tucking Chuuya back into his bed.

“I’ll explain everything in the morning. For now, you need sleep. You’re only human after all.”

Taking his Papa’s words to heart, Chuuya hugged Adam and let himself rest.

In the morning, he would realize just how much things had changed.

[muiitoloko]

Become a Better Man

Summary: Grieving father Eli struggles with his past mistakes as he adopts a puppy, hoping to find redemption and heal his broken heart.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson & Daughter! Reader

Warnings: Angst, negligent father.

Author's Notes: I finally managed to crank out something for this fanfic, and surprise, surprise, it turned out totally sad—again! But hey, a part of me is happy I could write it. Hope you like it too! Heads up, it's pretty detailed and sad. Oh, and fun fact: Otto is also my dog's name! 🐶😅

First, Second, Third and Fourth part here.

Also read on Ao3

Eli paced the office, his steps quick and agitated. "Why would Lionel Shabandar buy my daughter's paintings and not tell me about the connection he had with her before?" he demanded, his baritone voice echoing off the walls.

The therapist, Dr. Reynolds, sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Eli, there's nothing strange about this," he began, his tone calm and measured. "You have to start realizing that maybe you're just trying to suppress your sadness over your daughter's death by directing your attention for meaningless things, creating a theory in your head."

Eli stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping as he absorbed the doctor's words. He turned and sat down heavily on the couch, his head in his hands. "Maybe you're right," he admitted reluctantly, his voice filled with exhaustion. "Maybe I'm just trying to find something to distract myself from the grief."

Dr. Reynolds nodded, his expression sympathetic. "It's natural to look for answers and create narratives to make sense of loss, Eli. But it's also important to confront the grief head-on, to allow yourself to feel it and process it."

Eli let out a long breath, his body sagging with the weight of his emotions. "What do you want me to do?" he asked wearily, his eyes meeting the therapist's.

"I have another task for you this week," Dr. Reynolds said, his tone encouraging.

Eli rolled his eyes, his impatience flaring. "More stupid tasks to do," he muttered under his breath, his irritation palpable.

Dr. Reynolds noticed Eli's reaction and gave him a thoughtful look. "Have you ever considered adopting a dog?" he asked, his voice gentle. "Maybe having a puppy to take care of will help you overcome your grief and leave you less alone."

Eli frowned, taken aback by the suggestion. "A dog?" he repeated, his tone skeptical.

"Yes, a dog," Dr. Reynolds confirmed with a small smile. "Pets can provide companionship and comfort, and they can give you a sense of purpose. It might be just what you need to help you through this difficult time."

Eli sat back, his mind racing as he considered the idea. He had never been much of an animal person, his life always too busy and chaotic to accommodate a pet. But now, with his daughter's death leaving a gaping hole in his life, the thought of having a loyal companion by his side was strangely appealing.

"Maybe," Eli said slowly, his skepticism giving way to curiosity. "I'll think about it."

Dr. Reynolds nodded, his expression approving. "Take your time, Eli. There's no rush. But I truly believe it could help you find some peace."

Eli left the therapist's office with a heavy heart, but also with a flicker of hope. The idea of adopting a dog seemed absurd at first, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. A puppy could be a distraction, a way to fill the emptiness that had consumed him since his daughter's death.

That evening, Eli found himself browsing online for local animal shelters, his mind filled with images of playful puppies and wagging tails. It was a small step, but it was a step towards healing, towards finding a way to live with the pain of his loss.

Eli scoffed and turned away from the computer at his desk, his bitterness intensifying as he stood up to get something to drink. He didn’t need a dog, he told himself, his irritation growing with each step. But the voice in his head, a voice that had become more pronounced in the last few days—a voice that sounded vaguely like his daughter's—protested.

"Maybe it would be good to have a dog," the voice argued softly, urging him to consider the companionship and responsibility it would bring.

"No," Eli muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around the glass in his hand. "No dogs. They make a mess of everything."

The voice persisted, coaxing him gently. "But it would give you something to feed and take care of, something to focus on besides your grief."

Eli shook his head vehemently, his frustration boiling over. "No! They piss and shit everywhere. And I don't even want to think about bathing a dog. I'm not going to have a dog."

The voice in his head was relentless, its tone filled with gentle insistence. "Yes, you will. It will be good for you."

"No, I won't!" Eli snapped, his anger directed at the invisible presence. "I won't!"

"Yes, you will," the voice replied calmly.

"No, I won't!"

"Yes, you will."

The argument continued in his mind, an endless loop of defiance and persuasion. Finally, exhausted and exasperated, Eli threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine!" he shouted into the empty room. "I'll just look. But I'm not promising anything."

The next day, after work at the university, Eli found himself walking into an animal shelter, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He walked past the cages of dogs that barked at his presence, ignoring their eager faces and wagging tails. One of the shelter staff approached him, a friendly smile on her face as she began to speak about the dogs.

Eli interrupted her, his tone brusque. "I just want a puppy."

The employee nodded, undeterred by his abruptness. "Of course, sir. We have a few puppies available. Let me show you."

She guided him towards a cage, pointing to a male French bulldog puppy, about four months old. The puppy looked up at Eli with large, expressive eyes, its small body trembling slightly.

"This little guy has been returned twice," the employee explained, her voice tinged with sadness.

Eli's curiosity was piqued, despite himself. "Why?" he asked, his tone more demanding than curious.

The employee sighed. "It's because of his health problems. He has a few issues that require regular attention and care."

Eli’s initial reaction was one of indifference. "Good," he thought to himself, "health problems mean I'll get rid of it faster." But the voice in his head protested, telling him not to think that way.

Eli ignored the voice, focusing instead on the practicalities. "I'll take him," he stated flatly, his decision made.

The employee looked surprised but nodded quickly, not wanting to lose the opportunity to find the puppy a home. "Alright, let's get the paperwork started," she said, leading Eli to the front desk.

As they walked, Eli glanced back at the puppy, who was now watching him with a curious, hopeful expression. Despite his best efforts to remain aloof, a small part of him couldn't help but feel a pang of something—maybe not quite affection, but something close to it.

The voice in his head was quiet for now, and Eli couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right choice. Only time would tell, but for now, he had taken a small step towards something new, something that might just help him find a bit of solace in the wake of his grief.

Later at his home, Eli laid two newspapers on the floor, pointing to the dog, Otto, as the animal shelter had informed him, and then to the newspapers, stating firmly, "This is where you piss and shit, got it?" He gave a stern lecture to Otto, his voice tinged with impatience. "Don't try to piss or shit anywhere else, or you'll be sleeping in the backyard."

The voice in his head urged him to be more gentle, but Eli ignored it, watching Otto sniff everything around. He left the puppy to it and went to pour himself a drink, needing something to calm his nerves. The voice persisted, suggesting that Eli should buy a dog bed and maybe some toys for Otto, but Eli dismissed the idea as too expensive. "The dog already has food and water," he muttered to himself, "and that’s enough. It’s just a dog after all."

The voice in his head seemed to sigh, saying, "You're so stubborn, Daddy."

Eli ignored the comment, going to sit on the sofa and watching Otto explore the new environment. The puppy sniffed around the furniture, occasionally glancing back at Eli with curious eyes. Eli took a sip of his drink, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over him since bringing Otto home.

"Why did I even get a dog?" he thought, frustration bubbling up. "What good will it do?"

But as he watched Otto, a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The puppy's innocent curiosity and playful energy were strangely endearing, despite his initial reluctance.

Otto approached Eli, his tiny paws padding softly on the floor. He looked up at Eli with those big, expressive eyes, and Eli felt a pang of something he couldn't quite name. It was a fleeting moment of connection, a small spark of warmth in the cold, empty space that grief had carved out in his heart.

The voice in his head was gentler now, saying, "Give him a chance, Dad. He might just help you heal."

Eli sighed, setting his drink down and reaching out to pat Otto's head. The puppy's fur was soft and warm under his hand, and for a moment, Eli felt a flicker of peace. "Maybe," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe."

He watched as Otto continued to explore, the puppy's boundless energy a stark contrast to Eli's own weariness. Despite himself, Eli couldn't help but feel a small, tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, this little dog might bring some light back into his life.

As the evening wore on, Eli found himself paying more attention to Otto, watching the puppy's every move with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Otto, seemingly unfazed by his new surroundings, continued to explore with unabashed enthusiasm, occasionally stopping to sniff at a corner or chew on a stray shoe.

Eli couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight, the sound surprising even himself. "Alright, Otto," he said, his voice softening. "Let's see if you can manage to follow some basic rules."

He got up from the sofa and went to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers until he found an old, worn-out tennis ball. "Here," he said, tossing the ball to Otto. "Maybe this will keep you entertained."

Otto pounced on the ball with glee, his tiny tail wagging furiously as he chased it around the room. Eli watched with a mixture of amusement and relief, grateful for the brief respite from his own troubled thoughts.

As the night drew to a close, Eli found himself feeling a bit more at ease. He set up a small corner for Otto in the living room, using an old blanket as a makeshift bed. "It's not much," he muttered, almost apologetically, "but it'll do for now."

Otto seemed content, curling up on the blanket with a tired but happy sigh. Eli stood there for a moment, watching the puppy settle down before finally retreating to his own bedroom. The voice in his head was quiet now, a gentle presence that seemed to offer a small measure of comfort.

Just as he began to drift off, he heard a soft whining and scratching at the bedroom door. Eli sighed irritably, pulling the pillow over his head in a vain attempt to drown out the noise. "Otto, go away!" he muttered, his voice muffled by the pillow.

As Eli lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn't help but think of his daughter and the unresolved pain that still lingered. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to shut out the thoughts that raced through his mind. Lionel Shabandar, the mysterious benefactor who had bought his daughter's paintings and paid for her art school, loomed large in his thoughts. What was Shabandar's connection to his daughter? Why hadn't he said anything? Eli tried to recall the therapist's advice, but the questions swirled relentlessly.

But Otto persisted, his whining growing louder and more insistent. Eli cursed under his breath, throwing the pillow aside as he got up and stomped to the door. "What do you want, you little pest?" he grumbled, opening the door with a sharp tug.

Otto bounded past him, ignoring Eli's question as he headed straight for the bed. The puppy leaned against the side of the bed, his tiny paws scrabbling at the sheets as he looked up at Eli with pleading eyes.

"No, no, no, no!" Eli protested, waving his hands in a futile attempt to shoo Otto away. "You can't sleep in here. This is my bed!"

Otto whimpered, his eyes wide and sad as he continued to beg for Eli's attention. The sight of those soulful eyes brought back a flood of memories. Eli remembered his daughter, her big, hopeful eyes looking up at him, asking him to play, to spend time with her, to show her love. He had been harsh and distant then, pushing her away, too wrapped up in his own world to see the hurt he caused.

Would he reject her again?

With a heavy sigh, Eli's resolve crumbled. He reached down and scooped Otto up, the puppy's warm body snuggling into his chest. "Alright, alright," he muttered, carrying Otto to the bed. "But don't get used to it. This is the first and last time you sleep in my bed."

Otto wagged his tail happily, settling down on the bed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Eli lay back down, keeping a stern face as he watched the puppy snuggle into the blankets. Despite his gruff exterior, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" he said softly, reaching out to pat Otto's head. "But maybe... maybe this isn't so bad."

Otto licked Eli's hand, his tail thumping against the bed. The simple act of affection warmed Eli's heart in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. As he closed his eyes, the weight of his grief felt a little lighter, the presence of the tiny dog offering a small measure of comfort.

"Goodnight, Otto," Eli whispered, his voice soft and uncharacteristically gentle. "Don't get too comfortable."

Otto's soft snores were the only response, a soothing sound that lulled Eli into a restless but ultimately peaceful sleep. For the first time in what felt like forever, Eli allowed himself to hope that things might get better, one small step at a time.

Later that same night, Otto woke up to the sound of soft sobs coming from his new owner. The room was dimly lit by the streetlights outside, casting long shadows on the walls. Otto blinked sleepily, his small body stirring as he lifted his head to see Eli lying on his back, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his silent cries.

Otto, sensing the sadness that filled the room, got up and padded over to Eli, his little paws barely making a sound on the sheets. He gently licked Eli's hand, his warm tongue a comforting presence. But Eli pushed him away, his voice rough with grief. "Leave me alone, Otto," he muttered, his tone harsh.

But Otto persisted, undeterred by Eli's rejection. He laid his head on Eli's chest, his eyes filled with concern. Eli pressed his arm against his eyes, trying to block out the memories that assaulted him. Memories of you, memories of the guilt that gnawed at him relentlessly.

He remembered the time he had come home from a long day at the university to find his lesson plans scattered across the dining table, each page adorned with your intricate, colorful drawings. His initial shock quickly gave way to anger, the rage bubbling up inside him as he realized how much time and effort he had spent on those plans.

"What the hell is this?" he had yelled, his voice echoing through the house. You flinched at his tone, your small body curling up in fear. "I gave you a whole painting kit to keep you away from my papers!"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to explain. "I just wanted you to have some pretty drawings on those papers you always carry with you," you said, your voice trembling with fear and sorrow. "So you can remember me."

Eli just got angrier. "I don't want your fucking drawings! I don't want to fucking remember you! You already irritate me enough!" he shouted, his voice filled with venom.

You recoiled at his harsh words, tears streaming down your face. Sarah tried to butt in, her voice trembling with desperation. "Eli, don't say that! She's just a child!"

But Eli was relentless, his anger consuming him. "Be quiet, Sarah!" he yelled, his face contorted with rage. "You won't put your hand over her head again! She has to fucking learn limits!"

You ran to your daddy, trying to grab his legs, your tiny hands clinging to his trousers as you sobbed. "I'm sorry, Daddy! I didn't mean to ruin your papers!"

Eli pushed you away with a force that made you stumble and fall. "No, fuck! That's why I never wanted girls! You're an irritating fucking disappointment!"

Sarah shouted, her voice filled with a mix of anger and heartbreak. "Eli, stop it! Look at what you're doing to her!"

But the damage was done. Eli's face twisted with fury as he glared at you. "I never wanted you!" he asserted with all his might, his words hitting you like a physical blow. "You're grounded for messing with my papers again!"

You lay on the floor, your heart shattered by his cruel words. The world seemed to close in around you, the weight of his rejection pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. You looked up at Sarah, your eyes pleading for comfort, but even her embrace couldn't erase the sting of Eli's words.

Eli stormed out of the room, leaving you and Sarah behind. The house felt cold and empty, the echoes of his anger lingering in the air. Sarah held you tightly, her own tears mingling with yours as she tried to soothe you.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "He didn't mean it. He's just... he's just angry."

But you knew that wasn't true. You felt the weight of Eli's rejection deep in your soul, a wound that would never fully heal. You clung to Sarah, seeking solace in her warmth, but the pain remained, a constant reminder of your father's harsh words.

You clung to your mother, your small body trembling as you buried your face in her shoulder. "I love Daddy so much," you sobbed, your voice muffled against her as tears streamed down your cheeks. "Why does Daddy hate me? Why is he so bad?"

Sarah held you tightly, her own tears mixing with yours as she tried to find the right words to comfort you. "Sweetheart, it's not your fault," she whispered, her voice breaking with sorrow. "Daddy's just... he's not well. He doesn't mean the things he says. You are so loved, my darling."

But your heart ached with confusion and pain. "I just want him to love me," you cried, your voice filled with desperation. "Why can't he love me like I love him?"

Outside, on the porch, Eli paced back and forth, the cool night air doing little to calm his seething anger. He could hear your heart-wrenching questions through the open window, each one like a dagger to his chest. But instead of feeling remorse, his frustration only grew. He fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette, his hands shaking as he lit it and took a deep drag, trying to steady his nerves.

"Damn it," he muttered to himself, his voice rough with anger. "Why can't she just leave me alone? Why does everything have to be so damn complicated?"

The sound of your cries continued to filter through the window, but Eli couldn't bring himself to care. He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling around him as he tried to drown out your pain. "I'm better off out here," he thought bitterly. "Better off away from all of this."

But now, years later, the memory of that night haunted him. Lying in bed with Otto curled up beside him, Eli felt the weight of his past mistakes pressing down on him like a leaden shroud. He reached out to the small dog, his hand trembling as he stroked Otto's soft fur.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so, so sorry."

Otto snuggled closer to his chest, offering a small measure of comfort with his warm presence. Eli's tears fell freely now, each one a testament to the deep well of grief and regret that had consumed him since your death. "I promise I'll be better," he vowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I promise I'll change."

But the stark reality of his situation hit him like a punch to the gut. He didn't have you anymore. He didn't have anyone else. All he had was Otto, the small dog who had somehow become his lifeline in the midst of his despair.

Eli hugged Otto tightly, his heart breaking with the weight of his loss. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he murmured, his voice raw with pain. "I'm sorry I couldn't be the father you deserved."

Otto nuzzled closer, his soft breaths a soothing balm to Eli's tormented soul. "I'll do better, I swear," Eli whispered, his tears soaking into Otto's fur. "I'll be the person you would have wanted me to be."

But deep down, Eli knew that no amount of promises or apologies could change the past. The memory of your broken heart, the sound of your desperate cries, would haunt him forever. All he could do now was hold on to Otto and hope that, somehow, he could find a way to make amends for the mistakes that had shattered his family and his heart.

[chibipandaao3]

Charlie

Charlie is easily my favorite character from Pit Babe — leaps and bounds above all the others. Behind him is Jeff, then Alan, and then Babe in that order (Sonic is after that followed by Kim probably, but I digress).

Charlie is so far ahead of the others because he’s everything I look for in a character; complex, damaged, loyal, and determined.

Fanfic fodder the character.

However, I do understand why some people dislike him you’re wrong lol but I get it

I just want all my favorite damaged boys to meet each other lol like can you imagine if Jade (Middleman’s Love) and Charlie (Pit Babe) met each other. The level of puppy dog crack insanity? Or what if my boy Team (Between Us) met Akk (The Eclipse) in university and they went to a race where they ran into Charlie? Or what if as part of his scholarship/degree, Team had to volunteer at the garage? I bet he’d befriend Jeff before Charlie haha. Sadly, my boy Vegas just, uh, I don’t think he could play nice with the majority of these characters haha

Though! In an alt reality where Gun adopted Akk, Charlie, or Team could be interesting — they’d all be younger than Macau so I think Vegas’s protective instincts would be on overdrive

[awholelotofladybug]

(stammering au) Say Dog owners, why don't you tell us more about your precious pooches?

"Well, Buddy is a yellow lab. He's s-s-s-seventeen inches at the shoulder with a short coat, and technically still a puppy. My mom got him for me as a g-g-g-gift when a friend of hers had a litter of puppies. He's very… He's very playful. His favorite game is Fetch. I play it with him almost every day. He's a lot of responsibility, but he's absolutely w-w-w-worth it."

"My Sophie is a white standard poodle. She's the sweetest thing, very cuddly. She's about twenty-three and a half inches at the shoulder, and we got her a modified continental cut so she looks pretty. Sophie also loves to go swimming and play in puddles. She can get muddy once in a while, I don't mind. I love making my Sophie Baby look all clean and pretty."

"Rex is a European Doberman. He's loyal, intelligent, and tough as nails. My parents got him for me as a gift. He's got a short coat and is twenty-eight inches at the shoulder. Before we adopted him, someone cropped his ears and docked his tail. That's illegal in my country, but whoever did it to him is bound to be dealt with eventually. Rex LOVES to roughhouse. It's exhausting, but whatever makes my Champion happy."

"My little Mitsi is a golden teacup Pomeranian. I found her at the animal shelter and simply had to have her. She's a tiny little thing, about eight and a half inches tall, but that only makes us love her more. She loves playing with her squeaky toys and will play tug-of-war with Rex and one of his rope toys. I almost named her "Fluffy" because of her coat, but "Fluffy" is more of a cat name, so I named her after my great aunt."

I have a Shiba Inu named Gigi. She's around sixteen inches at the shoulder, has a beautiful, golden goat, and the cutest curly tail. Giselle and I picked her up about a year ago when she was just a little puppy. She's such a precious little dog."

"My mom got Luka and me a red wiener dog named Lola. She's adorable. Smart too. She already knows "roll over," "sit up," "shake," and "play dead." She's only nine inches at the shoulder, so she's pretty low to the ground, but she has more love than a truckload of dogs. Sometimes she sneaks into one of our rooms and crawls into bed with us to snuggle. Such an awesome little dog."

"My mother recently gifted me with a Corgi named Toby. He's twelve inches at the shoulder and has a soft red and white coat. I love him, honestly. He's a friendly little guy. It's fun to watch him scamper around, and play with his chew toys. I've never had a pet before, so it's a new experience for me but Toby seems to like me enough. I'm sure it'll work out, as long as I give him food, water, and lots of love."

"I have a yellow Pomeranian named Winston. He's eleven inches tall. I found him at the animal shelter two years ago when he was just a little pup. We've been inseparable ever since. He especially enjoys playing catch, usually with tennis balls or rubber squeaky toys."

"My family recently adopted a French Bulldog named Lulu. She is the sweetest little thing. She's 13 months old, fawn-pied colored, and is about 18 inches tall at the head. Most Frenchies have breathing problems, but not my Lulu. Her snout is just big enough that she can breathe easily. And she is SUCH a loving dog. She adores people, cats, and other dogs. I can't tell you how many times she's jumped up on me to greet me."

[brain-rot-central]

are you a cat or a dog person?

I always wanted a cat growing up but my father and brother were allergic. So when I got older I adopted a dog.

His name is Bandit. He's a little shit but quite honestly he's helped me grow so much as an individual. I love him so intensely. He's grumpy, has very clear boundaries, used to attack the shit out of me as a puppy because he wasn't socialized properly (he was rescued with parvo as a puppy but survived), but my god is he not one of the most loving, loyal buddies you can have.

I can sit on the ground and he immediately comes over to give me kisses. He loves butt pats and since he has this long tail that's curved over so it looks like a question mark, I've always made sure to include stroking it like a cat's tail in case he ever encountered children who wanted to pull on it. That way he was already used to someone playing with his tail and wouldn't freak out about it.

He's older now, 8. But he's still the most loving little buddy you can ever have. We all call him Bubby because I used to say he's my little bubula lol

[destinygoldenstar]

Just A Couple Of Fun Headcanons Of TD Characters (Cody)

Trigger Warning, there's some abusive relationships in this one. And a pet doesn't make it. Maybe don't read this if you're sensitive to that.

- Cody Anderson was born a rich kid and an only child.

- He was an accidental pregnancy. It was so accidental that the parents didn’t even recognize pregnancy and assumed it was just a bad weight gain. There was no baby shower. 

- No one showed up for Cody’s birth. He was born on April 1st. And they didn’t anticipate the situation was a baby, so when they called people and said “I had a baby”. They took it as an April Fools joke. Then when they first met Cody, they all asked, “Wait, when did you have a baby?”

- How did they get away with nine months not knowing it was pregnancy? They don’t trust doctors. Cody was a stay at home birth. He never had doctors appointments. He never met a vet. If he broke a leg, he was told to put ice on it. 

- The parents are THAT stupid, and they also don’t struggle cause they’re rich. Worse than that, they are both severe alcoholics. They don’t bathe. They don’t take care of themselves. They don’t do anything besides gamble money and play bingo. They are extremely neglectful of their kid, not even remembering he exists. At best, Cody is white noise.

- They don’t even remember Cody’s birthday. (Which is canon)

- Cody’s aunt was a babysitter for him. She’s more of a mom to him than his own mom. 

- Cody is kind of a Matilda, in the sense that he learned to take care of himself and act like an adult as a toddler. And the parents don’t notice it at all. 

- Cody taught himself how to read and take care of himself as a doctor would. When he had the flu when he was five, his parents told him to put ice on it. 

- Cody learned what sex was at the age of seven. Now all he wants to watch is porn, and due to bad parents, there are no consequences. (I do not understand people who say Cody is pure)

- Cody is a straight A student.

- When he was nine, his aunt got into a car crash. The parents said ‘put ice on it’. She survived. No thanks to them.

- They have a billiard table in their house. Cody loves playing the game. He’s self taught, and he got so good that nobody wants to play with him in gambling. That didn’t stop him from finding someone oblivious though.

- Cody’s alternate job idea was to be a doctor. He already had an interest in medical studies, so why not? I’d say his parents would be against it, but they don’t pay attention to him anyway. They wouldn’t care if he became a felon.

- Cody was used to the smell of alcohol. It’s his oxygen. But he managed not to end up like his parents. This is because in the fifth grade he had his first encounter with drugs. But he hated the taste so he trashed it. He later researched and found out about all the horrible stuff that they do to people, so he set up a campaign in his school to protect kids from a death sentence. They listened because the kid who offered Cody the drugs died from overdose a month later. So... success on Cody’s part? He saved lives.

- Cody ran away from home one of these nights to get a doctor’s opinion, and he helped prevent Cody from an addiction himself. They’re good friends now.

- Cody had a dog. Her name was Darling. He adopted her from a puppy charity. She became his best friend for his preteen/teen years. She was well trained, loyal, and sweet hearted to everything Cody did. 

- She got sick when he was fourteen. He tried to get his parents to take her to the vet, but they said it was pointless. So Cody stole their car and illegally tried to drive to the vet. Car crash. Only Cody survived. He had severely broken bones and was stuck in the hospital his entire Juvie time for the act.

- It took two weeks for the parents to realize what happened to their kid. They didn’t even bring up Darling’s death in the accident. They tried to bail Cody out of the hospital when he wasn’t ready to leave. They said he just needed some ice. Cody got so furious that he tried to use his good arm to punch his mom. At this point, the bottled up hatred for his family was set loose.

- Child services were finally called, and Cody was taken away. 

- Cody was quickly adopted by a non-drinking family, but they were also overworked and ignored him. So Cody decided to devote his life to three things: Billiard gambling, medical school, and a girlfriend.

- When asked about his past, Cody would often answer that his adopted parents were his blood parents. Sometimes he would tell the truth, but he’d laugh off the entire thing like they’re funny stories. (Imagine Peritto from Puss N Boots. He has almost that exact attitude.)

- It was only for a short while, but Cody had an older stepbrother who was going off to college across the country. This is why Cody was adopted. The stepbrother was a musician, and treated Cody like a bro. He was offered to write a song for the guy, and Cody spent sleepless nights perfecting this song. The song flopped, but it’s dear to the stepbrother even after he left their lives. I say that, but he and Cody are pen pals. 

- Cody would later use his internet presence to try and write more songs as a hobby. He felt uncomfortable with singing, but he wanted to at least inspire other musicians and not just be a nerd on medical studies on YouTube. Which by the way, were videos that were torn down because he was not a professional. 

- Cody’s school life is pretty separate to his home life. Despite being a straight A student, he’s your average joe. He’s smart when he needs to be, he’s helpful with projects, he’s decently social but doesn’t belong in a group, and he’s horny middle school onwards. He wasn’t popular, he wasn’t hated, he was just there.

- Cody is insecure about his appearance. He draws himself as this buff hot guy that girls fall over. 

- Cody has a private journal. It’s full of NC-17 drawings. Mostly of women. One day he accidentally mixed up this journal for his math notebook, so because they were checking notes that day, a teacher found the journal. And she was a real Karen of a teacher, so she was NOT happy. It was presented to the whole class, who laughed at him. Cody was given detention for ‘inappropriate gestures’, but that was NOTHING compared to the sheer EMBARRASSMENT of the situation. Nowadays, he isn’t sorry.

- Why is Cody uncomfortable with singing? He took a music class in middle school because of there being no room in his ambitious classes. He lost his voice on the day of a chorus concert. He sang anyway. He was so ill sounding that it made babies cry hearing the choir. Next semester, he quit the class.

- Cody never got a girlfriend. They all found him creepy and a nice guy. Wish all girls rejected people like this in real life, but sadly I feel alone in this being easy.

- Cody has a few friends. Not one friend group sticks every year, but Cody does have friends. They’re all boys. He doesn’t have any female friends.

- Cody and Trent went to the same school. They weren’t friends, but Cody knew who he was even before the show.

- His stepbrother wrote to him about Total Drama. 

- Does Cody even do much in the story?? Uh... (No. He doesn’t. I’m going freestyle here folks)

- The Noah sleeping kiss. These two could not talk to each other the same way for the rest of the season. (I could pull the trigger on Bi Cody though...)

- His obsession with Gwen is exactly as it seems in canon. It’s all looks. There’s not much to say.

- But canon showed Cody is at least a better person than most simps as he gets to accept Gwen and Trent’s bond over his own pleasure. Speaking of, this is how Cody and Trent actually met properly and respected each other. Cody recognized him and got to properly talk to him. 

- It’s Trent who told off Cody regarding Gwen, not because Trent wants her, but because it’s simply disrespectful for any girl. Cody, in return, admires Trent. 

- Cody and Owen are friends. The show forgot about this duo in Island. (Owen was the first headcanon post I did, and yet he’s been very disconnected with the other characters. Ouch.)

- Cody has PTSD after the bear mauling incident. He’s also scarred all over his torso. The show doesn’t show them because ‘that’s not TV advertising friendly’ (Fact: The show is evil, disrespectful, and harmful to people. In universe.)

- He also can’t look Beth in the eye anymore after that one. They are not friends.

- How did Cody not die? There was camera watching the incident. That guy saved him. 

- Cody was hospitalized, and wasn’t taken to the resort until around the time of Trent’s elimination. The guy wasn’t there yet by the time Cody arrived.

- Cody, at first, just wanted to chill and live out the rest of the stay. 

- The others watch the episodes every evening the show airs. Cody’s first witness of it was seeing the episode where Trent was eliminated. Everyone HATED the episode. Eva was throwing stuff at the screen, for example. Courtney was also running around hunting down Harold. By that point, she was invading other people’s rooms at midnight just to find him. 

- Harold was the only one not showing up to anything, but at first, it didn’t seem to concern Cody since they never talked before.

- But then Cody got his own room, and he was ready to unpack in there...

- Harold was hiding under the bed.

- They both freaked out. A lot. 

- Harold begged for Cody to not turn him in to Courtney. And since Cody gained nothing either way, he agreed. So now Cody had a roommate he was stuck with. Cody also offered to get some barbeque for them both, as Harold was practically starving. 

- On that errand, Trent was just arriving to the resort, and Cody was the first to run into him and talk to him. (And Katie and Sadie, who were bawling over what happened to Trent) Cody was a little bitter with Trent, as he knew no regret when he saw it (Trent and Heather’s kiss). Trent tried to tell him that Heather used him, and what he was supposed to believe, and Cody told him off that Trent was stupid for believing that, as there was no reason for him to. It was TRENT who told CODY to respect women, and then Trent goes on to ignore logic just to get a petty clingy impulse in. Men are better than that. 

- Trent claimed that Cody, with his own impulse, would never know the feeling of betrayal, and Cody stated that maybe he wouldn’t, and maybe he was as naïve, but at least he was loyal to the girl he found himself with. (Which, you know, would turn into a FLAW later down the line)

- From there, Cody’s kind of lost respect for Trent and Gwen’s relationship, and secretly hoped they broke up. Does that mean he isn’t friends with them both? No. He still is. This is one of few times he lets his grudge out aloud. 

- Justin joining them... he helped out Cody when he first got to the resort, and offered some beauty tips for the kid, as he asked for it. Then Justin noticed Cody going to his room with what is basically catering, and he got concerned, so he followed him to his room. And he found out Cody was keeping Harold. It was awkward seeing him there, but both of them basically held Justin hostage until he promised not to tell anyone about this.

- Harold, while Cody was gone, also found Cody’s songwriting notebook. Cody was embarrassed about it and called him out, but Harold praised his work, much to Cody’s surprise. Harold even asked Justin if he had any music talent, and Justin admitted his talent was looking pretty. But he could learn an instrument if he’d look good with it. Cody called this out and said it was for the skill.

- Basically, Cody is the songwriter for the Drama Brothers, and the heart of the group.

- Justin came by to visit and help every once in awhile (by help I mean just stand there and use Harold as a dog scraping off your plate) And Cody was basically the caretaker sharing a bed with the guy. (Take that any way you will, Cody and Harold shippers. This obviously means they’re FRIENDS.)

- Harold even opened up to Cody about his rigging of Courtney, and why he’s being hunted. All Cody could say was how much of a jerk Duncan seemed, but it was chill since Cody himself didn’t have personal problems with the punk. (Yet)

- Unfortunately, Courtney began to track down the situation, and Harold was on his own. Cody had to get them both out of there and hide Harold in a shower. (Again. FRIENDS.) And... the stall they picked had Trent in it. 

- Cody had a lot of explaining to do, and ironically, Trent was the calmest one about it. Trent wanted to help, and he also said that Cody had a point before. Trent did care what people thought of him a little too much. It’s something he wish he could drop about himself, but can’t. In fact, all four of the Drama Brothers seem to have that exact same flaw, so they would get along well and work together with combining egos. 

- The Drama Brothers didn’t become official yet, but the ideas were being tossed around. Mostly it was Cody being more comfortable with showing people his songs, and Trent helping with his guitar. The band idea also gave Cody the brilliant idea to make himself hotter by sunburning his entire body. Brilliant.

- He wasn’t in Action. Idk what to tell you.

- Cody didn’t know who to side with when it came to Trent and Gwen. They were both his friends. He knew there had to have been a reason for Gwen to break up with Trent, even if he didn’t understand this side of Trent being exposed via medication withdrawal. (Yeah, that’s the best explanation I can come up with. I’ll subject myself to the pain if you guys ask for a Trent headcanon)

- So when the fanbase was on Trent’s side, Cody was not. He avoided Trent, who would not even NOTICE Cody’s been avoiding him until AFTER the season was over. Cody mostly stayed around Noah because he was the one sane person in the VIP section. 

- Gwen over time has appreciated Cody not despising her for the breakup. She was the one who advised Cody to make the Drama Brothers with Trent. Just because Trent wanted to cut all ties with Gwen, doesn’t mean Cody should pick a side and choose between them. 

- So Cody reluctantly went back to talking to Trent, who just said “Oh hi Cody, been awhile, how you been?” (Yep. He didn’t even notice Cody’s attitude.)

- Thus, with assistance from Harold and Justin, the Drama Brothers were born. Trent was the lead singer and guitarist, Cody was the songwriter, Harold was the percussion, and Justin... was the eye candy. 

- They became a modest success due to the show giving them names, and Cody got quite a few fans. At first, he was excited at the idea of a fan club of his own, and even understood Trent’s attitude a little better. 

- Then Harold disbanded from them out of an ego. It left Trent Cody and Justin on their own losing their popularity. They tried to pull through without Harold, but Cody was doing most of the work now, especially when Justin is... Justin, and Trent was more focused on pleasing his fans and associating with his new date, Sadie.

- One time, Trent and Justin didn’t even show up in the album sale, and Cody was by himself. At the very end of it, when the store was closing, Trent showed up as if he was late. Cody was not happy, and called him out on his ego, his treatment towards Gwen, and there was quite a bit of foul language thrown in there. He even said “Gwen did nothing wrong”. If he ever got a girlfriend, he would ALWAYS be there for his girl and respect what they want even if Trent won’t. 

- A certain uber fan was actually AT THE STORE at the time, and HEARD all of that. Then that was their vow to be the love interest for Cody.

- It was MONTHS before Cody and Trent spoke again, at Celebrity Manhunt.

- It was before the search party left the bus to get help that Trent got to talk to Cody. And unfortunately, Cody was the one who apologized for what he said, not Trent. Trent just showed his devotion to Sadie and his personal interactions with his fans, and suddenly Cody was the one in the wrong. (You’re supposed to not agree with that.) 

- Oh boy... okay, look, I don’t like Sierra. She’s probably one of my least favorite characters of the entire show. I can’t stand her in any scene she’s in. The question is, will that affect how I’m writing this?

- Short answer: YES. I’m NOT SORRY.

- Canon pretty much nailed how Cody felt about the relationship. He was miserable beginning to end, and he only chose to be nice to her because he’s that kind of person, and to get her to stop whining. It was a perfect guilt trip tactic to use so he didn’t try to get rid of her.

- And when approached to his friends about it, they just laughed. They saw it as quirky and cute, and Cody was lucky to have her because she was a girlboss. (Because that’s how TV framed it) So Cody thought HE was the problem. 

- Cody is the only person in the entire cast that didn’t hate Gwen. Instead he hated Duncan. He openly stated that he had no idea why Gwen was cancelled and Duncan wasn’t. She was a brainwashed victim who had been through too much. Sierra deleted his response and made a claim that he lied and was on tea drugs. (You know, that SHE gave him.)

- Sierra even FORGED her MARRAIGE with Cody at one point. That’s not me. That’s CANON. Just so you know how F’d up it is. 

- The reason he eventually turned towards her in the end was because she remembered his birthday. Something no one did. 

- This put a big strain on Cody’s other relationships. Like any abusive relationship does. Before he could do anything, she posted to the entire fanclub about their marriage, she shoved him in a suitcase to take him on a honeymoon to France, and even barged into Cody's family's house to take the guest room. Where's Sierra's parents? They ditched their constant attempts at a restraining order a long time ago.

-But because she remembered his birthday, Cody allowed all of this and even tried to tell his housemates it was fine. They proceeded to try and show Sierra kindness. Did she return the favor? No. Especially not when Cody tried to go ANYWHERE without her.

-I talked about Cody's dynamics with certain people in the Harold, Heather, and Gwen post. So I'll be repeating myself if you didn't see those.

-Gwen and Cody kept in touch. Gwen needed it after her cancelation with the entire world. Of course they didn't see each other too much because both of them are in very complicated relationships. (Go see my Gwen headcanon post for more details on her side.) Duncan just complained and moved on without doing anything to prevent it, especially when he learned Cody was against Duncan himself and not Gwen. He just said "I don't like Cody, but whatever." Sierra though? She blocked all contacts Cody had with Gwen when she found out he was TALKING to her ABOUT A HAPPY MEAL. For the longest time, Cody couldn't explain to Gwen that it was Sierra's doing, so Gwen thought that Cody too ditched her because of cancelation.

-In case you're wondering what Cody's reaction was to Duncan's arrest... no comment. No care. He had it coming.

-Heather and Cody are in touch, but they don't talk as often. Most of the time, Cody treats her as someone to vent to. Heather doesn't want to be that person. Especially when she, ironically, had a much happier relationship and eventual marraige.

-Sierra was fine with Harold being around Cody because was a dude and therefore wasn't a threat. Yep. In case you didn't hate her enough, she is homophobic. (Blame the show airing in the 2000s)

- It's also because Harold is a co-worker for the Drama Brothers. So they kind of have to be around each other.

-Cody got into K/Pop thanks to Harold.

- Harold and Cody do Ninjago marathons. Trent and Justin are very casual bystanders to their fandom. They also did a roleplay together once. (In case you're wondering, Cody was Kai. Harold was Jay. Trent was Zane. Justin was Cole.)

-Cody went to med school. He was a modestly successful student. But he didn't like Sierra constantly screaming at the Internet to support him. When Cody asked her to stop, he got NASTY responses. By the Internet, because Sierra posted "Cody's being mean to me... *crying emoji X10*"

-Sierra loves the gap between his tooth. So Cody asked Justin and his co-students at med school to help him remove it. So he had braces for three years to get rid of it.

-It became a cast at one point because when he came home, Sierra didn't recognize him with the braces, thought it was an impostor, and punched his jaw into a hospital. She apologized for not recognizing him. Nothing else.

-Justin retired from the Drama Brothers to move to Hollywood North. And Trent is taking care of his family. Cody keeps the name afloat, but he doesn’t see Harold too often because he’s bitter from Harold spending more time with his career than helping him with his unhappy marriage. (Go see my Harold headcanons for more details)

-Cody was still writing to his stepbrother, wishing he came back. He was a little bitter when he learned he was married and was having a baby, but he didn't say anything and supported it. Why was he bitter? Because it meant he had a new family and moved on, and he couldn't be there for Cody.

-Cody was begging for Harold to be with him because Sierra was at his writs end. But he wasn't. He called Cody selfish as Cody never once considered Harold's problems. (Again, see Harold's headcanons for more details on that) His advise: Get a divorce.

-Heather snapped at Cody about the same thing: Get a divorce.

-Cody said "That's not fair to Sierra. She really is a good person who cares about me. There's no reason to dump her for one or two quirks of his." (Every Sierra stan yelling at me when reblogging)

-Cody's basically learned that if you submit to the girl, you have things easy. But you're sexist if you dump her, no matter what your reason is. Do everything your stalker says, do what they want, follow all their rules, marry them, and shut out everyone else in your life, THEN you will have free will to get a career you want. But not before that do you have a choice. (This is supposed to be a BAD MESSAGE. DO NOT FOLLOW THIS.)

-Become a big part of your wife's blog? Do it. Don't complain.

-Move into some fancy rich place? Do it. Don't complain.

-Dump your job interview for a date? Do it. Don't complain.

-She wants to use your utensils? Do it. Don't complain.

-Dress up a certain way? Do it. Don't complain.

-A ton of sexual content I can't put into details because of social media restraints? Do it. Don't-NO I WOULDN'T LIST ANY OF IT ANYWAY, JUST IMAGINE WHAT REALLY HAPPENED.

-Alcohol? Do... he can't. That's a trigger. He's not doing it. He's leaving the bar. He's running away.

-He denies all phone calls from Sierra, not wanting to be around her. He can't do it anymore. (No, she's not alcoholic, but she saw no problems with a bar date one time.) He so happens to run away to a vet, and he finds a box of puppies. It helps calm him down a little.

-Later on in the night, he tries to call someone to talk to. He had to find Gwen's contacts again after Sierra's hacking. Heather was unavailable. Trent and Justin were out of the country. That left Harold. He DOES pick up, and they talk a little...

-And then there's just static on his end.

-Cody's running to Harold's apartment, and he finds Harold on the floor overdosed from a bad take of medication. Cody took care of him the entire night and saved him. He is a doctor, after all.

-Cody stayed at Harold's place to take care of him. He constantly got calls from Sierra, but Cody kept denying them. He eventually had to throw his phone on the streets and use Harold's phone so Sierra didn't track him.

-Cody got Harold some doctors and therapists, friends of his, to help out, but Cody pretty much lived next door to Harold. He's wealthy enough to afford that. Harold did get better, and there weren't any more incidents, but the guy was a mental mess. (Again, Harold headcanon post for more details on what happened. Or Heather's, that reveals it too.)

-Cody and Harold both got to apologize for being selfish about their situations. Both forgiven. They were just glad to see each other.

-Cody ended up adopting a puppy. He named her Skylor. (Again, his Ninjago bias shows)

-This was the best two years Cody had in a long time. No Sierra, no drama, just being neighbors with a friend, and taking care of a dog. A dog that does not die this time.

-He became a co-editor in Harold's YouTube videos, and it was a much healthier online presence because Harold doesn't talk about real life on it and talks about media opinions and does gamer roleplays. (...don't look at me like that.) He did however draw the line with Harold's hatred for Harry Potter. How dare he.

-Cody got Gwen's contacts back. He was able to explain to her that Sierra blocked them and he cared about her. As a friend. (He's pretty much over Gwen romantically now.)

-Cody and Trent started calling again. It was casual and they purposefully kept romance drama out of it. This was the best way they could maintain a friendship. Cody could care less about Trent's relationship with Sadie. Do what ya want guitar boi.

-He also got to reunite with Heather, Alejandro, and Leshawna, who had a daughter. (Yeah he knew about that already cause Harold told him, but still) He was a little rocky with Alejandro, but they didn't try to start fights.

-He found Noah again at his college campus. They got on good terms and became acquaintances again. Though Cody was a little confused on why Noah was in a romantic relationship with Owen, without any sex. (Blame Sierra for him not understanding how that works.)

-Cody was able to talk to all of these people (except for Noah) about his incident with Sierra, down to the sexual details he had nightmares about from time to time. Leshawna was the one who sympathized the most, because a similar case was how she got her daughter (though in her case she had more of a say in it and chose it in the end).

-All their advice: Get a divorce. Never go back to her. He is much better off without Sierra. It's not mean. It's looking out for himself.

-Trent Facetimed Cody and Harold once, and a nice co-worker dude (Cameron) was in the call. Slip of the tongue, Cody said to Cameron, "That's cute of you." But no one said anything. Cody became self conscious after that. He had to talk to Noah later about what happened. Noah gave him a book about understanding bisexuality.

-Yeah, pull the trigger on Bi Cody. Why not.

-When Cody realized it, the first person he came out to about it was Gwen, when he was helping her with her music. (Gwen headcanon post for more reference on her career.) Gwen took it very casually. It helped Cody's confidence in figuring about himself more. He can be proud of this.

-Then Sierra found him.

-She was worried SICK. She thought he was dead. She planned his funeral. He should've told her she was kidnapped by Harold.

-Cody went back with her. She overwhelmed him with care and smooches. Harold was betrayed by that, but understood. It was Cody's choice.

-Sierra became more overbearing than ever, and didn't let ANYONE go anywhere NEAR him. Talk to Cody? Blocked. Maybe punched in the face. Stand in the same room as Cody? Prepare to be assassinated (not literally). All Cody had was the puppy. Their 'baby'.

-Then Trent came to visit when he heard from Harold what happened. He was greeted with a sock to the eye.

-That was it. Sierra got sued. She defended herself and claimed she was protecting Cody from an 'evil man'. She believed she would get off Scott free from the trial, as Cody would explain everything.

-And he didn't. He defended Trent.

-Sierra claimed he was brainwashed, and brought up that Trent turned to the dark side after Gwen dumped him. Love can do that to a person.

-Cody asked what she knew about love.

-She claimed she loved Cody. She loved him so much-

-No she doesn't. All she wanted was to use him for her little fanfictions of Total Drama. So her little Cody X Reader fic was canon.

-She defended that she tried to be good to everyone on the show. All her peers. But they didn't understand her. They were all toxic. They didn't understand she was quirky-

-Being quirky was no excuse. Sierra was the toxic one. And toxic people don't deserve sympathy.

-So in the court, Cody filed a divorce. Harold helped forge Sierra's signature.

-Sierra begged and told him he didn't want to leave her.

-YES. HE. DID.

-Cody left the court after that, not even hearing the results. He made sure all ties with Sierra were cut, and he would never see her again.

-He eventually heard what happened. Trent was decreed Not Guilty. Sierra got a big fine. So she did not go to jail. But by the time she got home, Cody was moved out and long gone, officially staying in that apartment as Harold's neighbor with Skylor the dog.

- Harold and Cody took a vacation to California to see Justin. They were happy to see each other again and bring back a band of friends. Justin even let them be around his paparazzi's, and tell them these were his friends. 

- Trent came back to the band. Though Justin was out from where he lived, the remaining three Brothers did some music videos on Harold’s channel. Even though Trent’s not a fan of the genre, he let them do a bit of K/Pop. 

-In terms of Cody and Trent after the assault, Trent didn't blame Cody at all, and was just really proud of him. Trent was in the court when it happened. But Cody found out that Trent recorded the entire thing and posted it online. The comments were... 50/50. Some were proud of Cody, some claimed Sierra did nothing wrong. Cody didn't care. Trent and Cody were good friends again.

-Another thing Cody did was go to a pride club. He met Noah and Owen at that pride club. And Cameron was there, so they got to talk and properly meet each other.

-Cody focused more on himself after all of this. He pursued is music. He became a well paid doctor. He had a good dog. He had some good friends and potential bf? It's just a crush.

-Cody would be there to talk to anyone on his blogs how to detect an abuser, stand up to them, and leave them. He wanted to prevent others from going through what he did more than anything. Not a lot were able to get out of it. He was lucky he could. It's the least he could do.

(Unlike my last headcanon post, Cody gets a better ending. Or, I say that. I don't write these as life memoirs that end when they die. I am not the biggest Cody fan, and this took awhile to make cause Cody is a side character with not a lot to work with. That shouldn't be an excuse though, we're all the protagonists of our own stories. But I do like Cody, and I do feel bad for him and I wanted to give Cody an ending better than what the show called 'a good ending'. Total Drama has a relationship problem. When I first watched the show, I thought I was gonna hate Cody, as he reminded me of a lot of people I knew in real life, people who bullied and harassed me to no end. But no. Episode 8, he won me over as he proved he wasn't like that. Respect. Now SIERRA, that is the exact character I thought Cody was gonna be. You can harass me for making her an antagonist in this all you want, but I will NOT apologize. But there's other factors that played in me doing Cody next: TDDRI, short end of the stick there. And you guys messaged me a lot of questions regarding Cody, so I thought why not?)

Check out my other headcanon posts on TD characters, I put a lot of effort into them, and let me know if you want me to do someone else:

Owen:

Gwen:

Heather:

Duncan:

Harold:

Courtney:

[aphrd1tes0]

SEBASTIAN STAN! - family

pairing: sebastian stan x gn!reader

warnings: dogs!!! | fluffy | short drabble (my first!) | use of google translate ( sorry if incorrect! )

summary: you got a little lonely whilst seb was away, filming. so you decided to get a little something to keep you company.

written: 28 / 05 / 23

currently, sebastian is away for filming. even though you call him everyday, you somehow seem to miss him even more as the days go by.

as your watching tv, since you have nothing else to do, a thought pops into your head. what about getting a dog? it may take a bit of time to convince seb, but surely he’ll be happy with a dog, right?

so, with that, you unlock your phone and open safari. happily you search dog adoption centres near me and instinctively click on the first link. it takes you to a colourful bright screen with silhouettes of dogs, all different shapes and sizes. you search and search and search for the perfect dog, looking carefully at each of them. until one in particular catches your eye.

NAME: Bucky!

BREED: Golden Retriever!

PERSONALITY: Cuddly, energetic, loyal!

COST: $100

huh, bucky? what a coincidence. you thought. he was perfect. and that very same day, you drove down to the pet adoption centre and adopted him. as soon as you saw him, you knew he was the one. seb was going to love him.

that was a month ago. today is the day seb comes home and, of course, you forgot. you forgot he was coming home, you forgot to tell him about the puppy, it’s like the dog took his place. you were laying on the couch with bucky asleep on your stomach when you heard a car pulling up in the driveway. confused and a bit startled you abruptly sat up, waking up bucking in the process.

“sorry pup,” you said to bucky, stroking his head softly. and that’s when you remembered, sebastian. how could you forget he was coming home? you looked around to see if there was any mess, fortunately, there wasn’t. but then you looked down. bucky. you never told him about bucky. now panic mode had set in, and you instantly went through all the negatives.

what if he doesn’t let you keep the dog? too bad.

what if he hates bucky? how could he?

what if he hates you? oh no.

just then the door had open wide and in steps the one and only sebastian. with a huge grin he exclaims, “dragâ, i’m home! where are you?”. still panicked you did the first thing that came to mind; hide bucky under your, well sebs’, shirt. not the smartest of ideas. “uh, in here seb!” you call back. he pokes his head around the living room door frame and smiles at you. “there you are. mi-a fost dor de tine.” he walks over and gives you a kiss. unsurprisingly he notices your his shirt.

“first of all,” he begins with a confused look, “is that my shirt? secondly, what is under it?” there is a moment of silence between the two of you until you speak up. “um well, yes. and there’s nothing und-“. you get cut off by a gentle nudge from bucky, signalling to let him go. “i kinda got a puppy whilst you were filming.” you say lifting up the shirt to reveal bucky.

with the most wholesome eyes, bucky looks up at seb and wags his tail. seb kneels down to give the golden puppy a few scratches. “oh, dragâ! i love him! what’s his name?”. he happily says, like a kid in a candy store. “his name’s bucky. you like him?” you are hesitant to ask, only praying that he doesn’t hate you. in fact, he laughs at the coincidence. “of course i like him, he’s beautiful! we have a little family now!”

you get a little teary-eyed at that. “you don’t hate me for not telling you?” he looks at you shocked, dumbfounded even. he pulls your face into his hand and says softly, “i would never hate you. now, scooch over. i need some family cuddles.”

a little family, indeed.

ALERT!

hello! thank you for reading my very first drabble / oneshot..? i’m not sure. but, i hope you enjoyed this! please do not take credit for my work, please do not translate or rewrite this either! all likes, comments, reposts, follows are all very much appreciated! feel free to send in a request. make sure you have eaten, drank some water and had enough rest, and i love you all so so much! 🫶

mi-a fost dor de tine = i missed you

[book-of-arts04]

Do you ever wonder if running is worth the speed? Is the pounding in your heart worth it in the long run? Because at this point, I don’t know either.

“Licorice!” a small voice cried. I turned back to see my friend, Licorice Cookie being helped up by his little brother Poison Mushroom Cookie. “Come on, Lico! You can’t die here!”

“Not planning on it, Mush! I’ll let all the jam in me spill rather than go back!” There was no arguing with the cloaked cookie. Running from Dark Enchantress was our only mission for survival. If anything, we either escape or we’ll be executed.

The two brothers, once allied with Dark Enchantress Cookie, were escaping alongside me, Red Velvet Cookie? Cake? Cookie Cake? I have an identity issue with that. Once a general of Cake Hounds and Wolves, now I flee for my life from my adoptive mother, who, right now, is fed up with failure and decided to execute us three for incompetence and uselessness. She claimed we did nothing to help her cause and deemed us worthy of death. Mother of the Year.

Either way, Licorice, the older of the two, was aptly named, for even if his locs of dark licorice strands wasn’t obvious, he carries the spicy smell of his tribal people from the Northern shore wherever he went due to the high amounts of it present in his dough. He was experienced in some forms of magic I had only heard about from meetings. He bore his usual dark cloak and necklace of skull beads while carrying his weapon of choice, a scythe made of bone? I never knew what it was. Most of the time, he’s nicknamed Lico.

Poison Mushroom Cookie was the same. A toxic mushroom was implanted into his dough, giving him a natural defense should anyone dare eat him. He would smell or taste like a cortinarius mushroom, sweet but deadly. Luckily, his power is to throw mushrooms that make someone experience hallucinations. Not that he is immune though. He has them himself at times. In our rush to escape, he wore his tiny purple robes and his favorite purple cap with violet polka dots on it. His nickname is Mush.

“Red, move! MOVE!” Contrary to his boney appearance, Lico shoved me hard and fast as we heard the baying of Cakewolves.

My beloved Cakewolves, the ones I have raised from puppyhood, had turned on me and were now seeking my jam. I couldn’t believe it when I saw them suddenly bark and snarl at me like I was an intruder. In fear, I ran with some still loyal Cakehounds in my wake, forcing me to leave my sword behind. Which was probably for the better since I don’t want to hurt them.

Licorice slung his scythe over his back and scooped up Mush as we ran from those ever so close howls. I could feel my heart pounding to deliver more energy to the cells in my muscles. Even so, I was not as fast people would think. The Tower of Sweet Chaos was one singular place. The Berry forests, however, were not. I could traverse them, yes, but not when I was already weak from hunger and scared for my life.

“We have to find those other Cookies!” I yelled to the brothers over the howls. “It’s our only chance for survival! The wolves will keep hunting for us if we stay in the open- Whoa!”

Out of nowhere, a cliff opened up over the sea at the edge of the forest. Luckily, Lico, my still loyal cakenines and I stopped before we tumbled and became soggy cookie dough corpses. Lico held his little brother close to his robes as we inspected the drop. 2,000 feet. We’ll die on impact.

Mush whimpered and clung tighter to his brother. Licorice and I panted heavily as we tossed some ideas.

“Should I summon some servants or that black thing from the Cacao Kingdom?”

“Too risky. Should I become my dragon form?’

“Do you even have control over that thing?!”

“Well, I don’t have any other ideas!”

My dogs whimpered as the howls grew closer. The puppies jumped into my arms and I hid them in the multiple pockets of my jacket. I couldn’t think of anything other than surrendering and praying for the best or jumping and risk trusting my dragon form.

Suddenly, a flash of blood red light appeared out of nowhere and a roar like that of a lion was heard. I’m pretty sure even the far northern Cacao Kingdom heard it.

“Dragon?” I cautiously asked Licorice.

“Do it,” was the reply.

I sigh and breathe out all the air in my cookie lungs. The adult cakehounds scrambled behind Lico’s robes and bit them nervously. I focused on picturing myself as the Red Velvet Dragon, a creature most assume was a creation of mine, a child I made out of the same baking materials as I was made. However, that wasn’t it. Dark Enchantress cast a spell on me that let me become the dragon. And I needed it now to ironically escape her tyranny.

Pain exploded around my body, letting me know it worked. My right arm became more vicious and cruel, my left becoming a mirror of it soon enough. My body expanded, changing from a small tiny cookie to a dragon the size of a witch’s cat. In other words, big. To better describe it, imagine a dragon. Now paint it white and red like a red velvet cake, with red sprinkles on the white. Red spikes on my spine that run from my head to tail, jutting out of the white cream. All while smelling like freshly baked red velvet cake with vanilla creme with cocoa chocolate in my dough. Again, the size of a real cat.

I shook my head and roared as loud as I could, unfortunately, not as loud as my soon-to-be opponent, but I accidentally gave away our position. Some General I am.

I lowered myself so the brothers and remaining hounds could climb onto my spine. I was so very unlucky to be brightly colored like my namesake cake/cookie. White and red weren’t stealthy on a full moon clear night! 

Licorice tried digging his heels into my scales to make me fly as if I was a horse to make me go.”Fly, you buffoon, FLY!!!” 

As if that worked. I was still woozy from transforming on an empty stomach and running beforehand. Actually, transforming in general, whether I ate or not (same with exercise), was disorienting enough for a multitude of too many reasons. I was so exhausted. I just wanted to lay down and nap in either form. But then again, luxuries were rarer than blue moons in my life. I didn’t get them often to recognize them in their glory.

My wings were slow to unfurl. As they reached their full length (the length of a casual open book that a witch would own), the earth began to shudder at a sudden, steady rate. They’re closing in on us! I flapped my wings to get momentum, tired, but determined to escape this mess. I peek over the cliff…

… And jumped over it. Just doing it was enough to make me glide away from the coming Cake Witch, away from the betrayal of my dogs, away from my sadistic sister who tortured others for fun, away from my dead emo brother who took his own life, away from the ancient tower, away, away, AWAY!!! I couldn’t take anymore drama!

The scent of the sea was torture, salt and fish in one massive cauldron of water. Seriously, how can one cookie control all of this?! I was disgusted, even when I tried to focus on the wind flowing around me as I flew.

Flying! Not too often I did this form and even after so many years, flying was always a wonderful experience! Wind, which would often tangle my long dark hair, would now part for me and allow me to forget what made me so scared of others. Just the feeling of freedom through the smooth currents of wind made me feel weightless and liberated from expectations.

The roars behind us faded away to white noise the farther away I flew. If I could talk like a cookie in my dragon form, I would have screamed “Sayanora, jerks!”

Luckily, Licorice did that for me with an extra fist shaking. I let out a chuckle, which sounded like a throaty growl due to my current form. My loyal cakenines growled and snarled behind me, howling at their former members of their pack, shaming them for what they did. Even Mush threw a shroomie, though it fell way short of its mark into the moonlit mess of sea. The message was still sent though. I could only imagine the anger painted on Dark Enchantress Cookie’s face watching this.

I don’t regret my actions. I don’t regret leaving. I don’t regret anything.

[raygirlramblings]

Inspired by @asch2inspire ‘s delightful take on the Scooby gang I just love the idea of Scooby being a therapy dog.  Like, the idea you just rip a cute dog character out of a show because it would be ‘too babyish’ is so dumb when there are so many other ways to adapt the character and make it fit a more ‘mature’ setting.

So overnight I came up with doofy ideas of my own XD

Shaggy suffers from severe anxiety and panic attacks, and has done since puberty.   

He used to do weed hoping it would help but it only made the paranoia more extreme so he quit.  He does however take CBD (as well as prescription medication) to soothe his nerves.  But his time doing weed introduced him to stoner culture and he really loved the mellow energy and tie-dye aesthetic so he never dropped it.  So people assume he’s a stoner when in fact he isn’t.  He is pro-weed though and is all in favour of legalisation and medical marijuana. 

Shaggy adopted Scooby from a shelter he volunteered at.  Scoob came from a puppy mill and was unadoptable because he’s the absolute opposite of what breeders look for in a great dane.  He was due to be put down but Shaggy saved him and the two have been inseparable since.

Scoob is Shaggy’s emotional support animal (fully registered and everything).  When Shaggy is anxious Scoob helps guide him away from trouble, and when Shaggy has panic attacks Scoob lays on his lap and helps him get control of his breathing.

Shaggy and Scoob volunteer at hospitals and care centres introducing Scoob to kids and teaching them about emotional support animals as well as the importance of Adopt, Don’t Shop.  Scoob is so chill he doesn’t mind kids petting him.  

They both still love food, though obviously Shaggy is very conscious and responsible about feeding Scooby right (being a illegally bred puppy means he has various health issues which need to be monitored).  Doesn’t mean he won’t sneak his buddy a bit of hot-dog or half a sandwich now and then ;)  I saw a head cannon somewhere that Shaggy makes his own Scooby Snax for him to share with Scooby and I love it.  It’s a kind of organic brownie cut into chunks which is safe for humans and dogs.

Ultra instinct Shaggy is still very much a thing.  In fact Shaggy can fight like a cornered mongoose in the right circumstances.  But he rarely does as his anxiety tends to keep him controlled, along with his general love for living things, and of course his best buddy Scooby :)  He’s definitely a runner, not a fighter, but heaven help you if you intentionally hurt his friends.

Scooby is 100% loyal to Shaggy at all times.  In fact Shaggy knows to trust or mistrust people based on whether Scooby warms up to them.  Scooby is an excellent judge of character.  

Like fine if you don’t want the dog to talk, but who doesn't love a delightful, devoted service animal companion???