#also hes part german shepherd hence the german name thing

[skrunksthatwunk]

the fosterdog renaming conversation is getting dumber all the time thanks largely to me

note: the splotch stuff is bc he's got spots on his tongue. it's very cute of him

[blackwolfstabs]

Frank x Joey Headcanons

(requested by @screamqueen10)

──────── GIFs are not mine

their relationship started as part of a "job" they were assigned. they had to pretend to be a couple, but as the charade went on for more than just a few days, they started to realize just how compatible they could be together.

they're actually very much alike, so they butt-heads ALL. THE. TIME. Frank has more resentment, whereas Joey has more regret, which leads Frank to seem more aggressive, arrogant, and asshole-ish. Joey finds it hard to see herself as a "good person" but compared to Frank, she is lmfao.

they understand each other on a deep, personal and emotional level, due to their backgrounds, so that connection is what carries their relationship.

when they call each other's names it's never a chill, relaxed response. it's always shouting:

"Frank!" "WHAT?!"

"Joey!" "WHAT NOW?!"

they also do the "parent" thing with each other, where they don't respond after the "what?" - they will stay silent until the other physically goes to where they are. and then they're even more pissed.

their first kiss was Frank protecting Joey. they were between a rock and a hard place and had to be convincing:

Frank stood in front of Joey, his back to the crowd that judged their every move. They were outnumbered by far, and by the gangsters blood-soaked jackets, the smallest mistake would have them wearing it fresh. "Kiss me," he ordered. Shocked by the demand, Joey blinked at him, wide-eyed. "What?" Frank's heart was pounding so hard, he almost didn't hear her question him. But at the feeling of burning gazes and an indistinct whisper, he grabbed her and pulled her into him. They were locked at the lips. The alarming feeling of panic and shocked flooded through her simultaneously, however, Joey didn't pull away. Frank's head tilted to secure the kiss, and she followed him, closing her eyes as his arms slipped around her waist to corral her lower back. She kept her touch somewhere between light and convincing as she made herself embrace him as well. But enough was enough, when she broke away and found the posse over yonder accepting their "claim." Frank didn't seem too pleased with it either as he sighed with a flushed complexion. "What the fuck was that?" she hissed, subtly wiping her lips with her wrist. "That was saving our asses," he growled and left her to get back on track with the mission.

Frank steals and hides Joey's candy, and Joey steals and hides his glasses. they make fun of each other for it.

Frank's actually pretty good at cooking, so he'll make dinner. In return, Joey does the dishes.

when Joey got badly hurt, Frank managed to bring a calm and compassionate approach, trying to console her but telling her she's going to have to walk him through what to do. this is/was a big turning point in their relationship - it made Joey actually feel safe and comfortable with him.

they adopt a German Shepherd off the street that follows them around everywhere.

when Frank first met Caleb, he couldn't bring himself to talk to him, because of his guilt from leaving his own son. Joey was able to talk to him about it in a way that made him be able to deal with it.

acknowledgeable interaction between them (based off of the events in ABIGAIL:

FRANK: "I'm... sorry I bit you." JOEY: "No, you're not." FRANK: "I'm not."

i hope you enjoy these ScreamQueen! tbh this was harder than i thought, hence the constant explanations haha. i find it difficult to see these two in a romantic relationship, willingly, so i think having it play-out as going from pretending to reality was a reasonable approach 😅

[strangeswift]

@astrobei gave me permission to info dump so… if you guys ever wanted to learn more about pit bulls on a st fandom blog... your resident dog nerd, vet tech, and former animal control officer is here to school you.

The first thing you should know is that in the U.S. “pit bull” is used colloquially as an umbrella term for several breeds. These breeds are the American Staffordshire Terrier, Staffordshire Bull Terrier, American Pit Bull Terrier, and American Bully. American Pit Bull Terriers (APBT) and American Bullies are not recognized by the AKC (American Kennel Club) but are recognized by the UKC (United Kingdom Kennel Club) and ABKC (American Bully Kennel Club.)

Some dogs that are commonly mistaken as belonging to this group (alternatively called bully breeds) include American Bulldogs, Dogo Argentinos, and even Cane Corsos.

The majority of dogs labeled as pit bulls are some mix of the breeds previously listed. However, the term “pit bull” historically referred to APBTs. Pure APBT are rare, though the majority of dogs in U.S. shelters have at least some APBT in them. All of the other breeds were derived from the APBT, with American Bullies being the most recent by far, being bred purely as companion animals in just the 1980s, and only picking up in popularity in the last ten years or so.

There is some controversy regarding using pit bull as an umbrella term, and here’s where that comes in. APBT have extremely high bite statistics, which has led to them being demonized and banned in many places, as I’m sure everyone is aware. It’s also led to a lot of dogs being euthanized. Here’s the thing though. Because of pit bull being used as an umbrella term. whenever a dog labeled as a pit bull bites someone, it is reported under the APBT’s bite stats. 

That would be like grouping all shepherds together, so anytime a german shepherd, australian shepherd, dutch shepherd, belgian shepherd, etc. bit someone, it would all be logged under one breed. That breed would have INSANE bute stats, and that’s exactly what’s happened with pit bulls. So many people prefer “bully breed” as the umbrella term and “pit bull” referring only to the APBT. That being said, I do sometimes refer to my American Bully as a pit bull for brevity, but he is properly labeled on his vet records, and if he were to bite, I would make sure he was reported as an American Bully. If you’re not sure what your dog is, “mixed breed” is always a safe call. The worst part is, many of the dogs labeled pit bulls in shelters aren’t even any of these breeds, they’re just dogs with boxy heads, they could be boxer mixes, hound mixes, etc.

So that’s the labeling controversy, now onto history:

As I said, the term pit bull was originally used to refer to APBTs, which were derived from old “bull dogs.” These bull dogs didn’t look like the English Bulldogs we keep as pets in the modern day, these dogs were leaner with longer legs and snouts, and they were bred primarily for “bull baiting.” Bull baiting was an old dog sport where the dog would be released on a bull and the dog was supposed to lock onto the bull’s face with their mouth, and stay there as long as possible without being shaken off. Obviously, this was a very cruel practice for both the bulls and the dogs, and many dogs died. 

From bull dogs, “pit bulls” were bred. Originally the term “pit bull” referred primarily to what we now call American Pit Bull terriers (APBT), which were bred for an even worse sport: dog fighting. Hence the name, the “pit” being the dog fighting ring. Now you may have heard a myth that actually pit bulls were bred to be nanny dogs!! Not fighters!! This just isn’t true. Though their gentle disposition with people can make them great with kids, APBT were bred for dogfighting, and we shouldn’t shy away from that by trying to make up stories to "soften them". If we want to help these dogs, we have to take them for what they are, including what they were bred for. Which brings us to how important are breed traits when it comes to individual animal behavior, and the answer according to research is: pretty important.

Most pure APBTs will show moderate to severe dog aggression, it’s even listed in their UKC breed standard. That being said, a dog with dog aggression (DA) does not translate into “bad dog.” And on top of that, APBT have a wonderful disposition with people and are eager to please, and this isn’t by chance, it has everything to do with their breeding. Dog fighters didn’t want dogs who showed aggression toward their handlers. The dogs needed to be obedient and eager to please. A fighting dog who showed human aggression didn’t get bred, they got shot. So those lines didn’t get passed down, resulting in very sweet dogs with people.

That being said, they often show animal aggression particularly towards dogs, which isn't a problem if you know how to handle them and don't need a dog that is social with other dogs. It's not something you should try to train out, it's in their genetics. That being said, as with any breed traits, there are always exceptions, so it’s not a hard and fast rule. Also, it's nature vs. nurture. It isn't "ALL in how you raise them," because genetics play a huge role in behavior, but how you raise them plays a big role too. Any dog of any breed can show aggression. Trust me on that, I've seen it firsthand. 

NOW, most people with "pit bulls" don't have pure APBTs, so the things about dog aggression don't apply. The other breeds that fall into the category are far less likely to be dog aggressive, and it can often be managed when it is present. American Bullies especially tend to show no dog aggression at all if they are well bred. But pure APBT aren't especially well suited to be pets for the average dog owner, though they are fantastic for dog sports (the fun and humane kind of sports, like bite work, lure coursing, etc.) They were bred to be sporting dogs (as horrendous as it is, dogfighting is still a sport) so they are incredibly high drive and need a lot of exercise, similar to a german shepherd, but with a lot of dog aggression. If your “pit bull” is lazy like my American Bully is, it’s definitely not a pure APBT.

Some other things to know:

Lock jaw is a myth. There is no mechanism in the jaw of a pit bull that allows their jaw to lock. They do have an incredibly strong grip, but their bite force isn’t even in the top 5 highest when you break it down by breed. 

Statistically, bully breeds/pit bulls are common among low income households, which don’t often have the resources for training and proper care. They are also an attractive option for criminals who want an “intimidating dog.” Both of these things play into their bite stats and reputation as well.

And lastly, in my personal experience working with pretty much every breed of dog in every capacity for the last four years, bull breeds/pit bulls are the bestest <3 which is why when i had the opportunity to get a dog of my own, that's what i wanted!

Here is a picture of my boy. He is my whole heart.

[miracle-sham]

Memento Mori Cries Our Shattered Souls.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Week 1, Day 3: Grave} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [Spotify Playlist Link] |

| Soulmates, are a tricky thing. It's said they're the person who best fits you. Everyone goes through life with half of their Soulmate's soul beside them in the form of an animal that represents the soulmate. |

| Marinette always thoughts she'd get to meet her Soulmate and the other half of her soul one day, and now she never will. Jason never wanted to meet his soulmate or be reunited with the other half of his soul. And now, like Romeo and Juliet, they've truly become star-crossed Soulmates. |

| Word Count: 1,371. |

| Warnings/Tags: Soulmate Au, Major Character Death/Implied Death/Temporary Death/Not Really Dead, Death Related Injuries/Injury Recovery, Miscommunication, Loss of Soulmate, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Explicit Language/Swearing, Starcrossed Soulmates, Wakes & Mentions of Funerary Customs/Traditions. |

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| A/N: Okay so there's only one song on this one's playlist but c'mon, look my written words in the eyes and tell me that isn't the perfect Jasonette song. Yeah, exactly. Also Choo Choo dear readers, I'm back on the angst train. Grab your tissues and some liquid to hydrate yourself because if you aren't crying by the end of this, then I've failed my job <3 |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics or a specific Au, then feel free to send me a dm and or ask! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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It isn't a grave. An important difference, Marinette thinks to herself hollowly. There's a dull pang in her chest, and the constant ache of all her many, many still healing injuries. She shouldn't be up and about yet, it's only been a day since she was discharged from hospital. Her parents and the doctors would have kittens. But Marinette needs to do this. And she's already crawled her way up to her balcony chair (though with a little miraculous help of course). Because it isn't a grave but it might as well be one.

It's a simple little thing really, and yet… Yet it's a lot of things.

A shrine, well an altar. On the half wall besides her balcony chair. It's a small stone slab with a lit incense holder in the middle, and a few lit candlesticks in each of the front two corners of the slab. Behind the incense holder, in the back two corners are two bouquets of marigolds, white lilies, and yellow and white chrysanthemums. And in front of the incense holder, is a single photo of her soulmate familiar and all that she has left of her soulmate; Buddy the german shepherd.

Five days ago, her soul bond shattered. Her soulmate familiar nearly shattered too. It was a miracle Buddy only fell into a pseudo-coma instead. Unlike her though, he's yet to wake up. And considering the situation, he may never. One of the doctors—a soulmate related injuries specialist—had said it's rare but not unheard of for that to happen when the human counterpart to their soul familiar dies. And the final damning nail in the coffin was Marinette's own soul familiar counterpart appearing at some point after she had fallen into the three day coma. After all, it's common knowledge that once a soulmate died, you become reunited with the other half of your soul—your soul familiar counterpart.

Marinette doesn't know what happened to her soulmate's body (if there even is one left, considering the injuries found on her and her soul familiar counterpart). Nor does she have any memorabilia or anything that once belonged to her soulmate. And she certainly doesn't know where he was from and if he would've had any preferred cultural funeral rites. So the best she can give him right now, are the typical funeral flowers her parents both recommended, alongside candles and incense. Somewhat plain and generic almost but it's something, and it's better than nothing.

She chokes back a sob and rubs at her red eyes. “It's not fair… I thought Ladybug's were supposed to be lucky.”

There's a faint pitter-patter and a few droplets splatter against the altar. She blinks and glances upwards, briefly wondering if it is starting to rain. But the cloudless sky is all an answer she needs, along with the realisation of dampness on her cheeks and hands. She blinks again, and a few more tears fall.

Tikki makes a small noise of sadness, and gives Marinette one of those tiny little hugs she always gives.

Still, the grief hurts. Marinette will never get to know who her soulmate was. His name, what he looked like, how he smiled, his accent, what he liked, his favourite things, any stupid habits or mannerisms.

And she will never get to know if her soulmate even has a grave already. She could always ask Tikki, she's right there. But the kwami is stressed enough as it is that Marinette fell comatose for three days and nearly died from the injuries inflicted on her soul familiar counterpart. And five days without a proper Ladybug (and not just Master Fu stepping in out of necessity) protecting Paris has started to visibly take its toll on Tikki.

So, Marinette's little altar isn't a grave but it's where she's burying her grief and wishing the ladybug miraculous could do something to fix this.

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It's not a fucking grave. If Jason had a choice, he'll never let his soulmate be buried in one of those fuckers ever, y'know just in case she ever ends up like him and is forced to crawl out her own grave. But he hasn't got a fucking choice because who knows who or where his soulmate is and what happened to her after he became a dead robin.

Well other than the fact, she's un-fucking-doubtedly dead and it's all his fucking fault, obviously. It's been six months since he crawled out his grave, and Talia had said the Lazarus Pit could heal broken soul bonds and soulmate familiars that died with the soulmate. Clearly fucking wrong seeing as his bond is still shattered as fuck and there's been no sign of Jules—the naturally shifting little soulmate familiar he used to adore. The kinda weird and scrappy looking calico tabby kitten that according to the internet was a cornish rex, that would sometimes shift into an even tinier, very round and fluffy hamster.

And Jason's spent enough time on the streets as a kid to know what happens to the human counterpart when their soul familiar counterpart snuffs it. If he's lucky, she'll be in a coma and will never wake up. And if he's unlucky, then she'll be six feet under like he was. Either way, she's paying for his fuck ups and deserves way better.

A small part of him wonders if that makes them star-crossed lovers. Like a reverse Romeo and Juliet—fucking ironic considering R&J were the inspiration behind Jules' name. He died, and came back only to find irrefutable evidence that his soulmate's dead—or might as well be—because of him dying first, and she'll never know he survived dying.

“It's not fair!” Jason snarls at his fate, vision staining green for a split second. He grits his teeth and glares down at the little altar he's set up in the corner of his room in whatever league of assassins' compound this is. It's got a single lit candle in each corner of the altar—a substitute for how there's supposed to be a burning candle at each corner of a coffin. Still doesn't make it a fucking grave though.

There's also a few bunches of flowers scattered across the middle of the altar—mostly marigolds, with a few white lilies, a couple black roses, a single pheasant's-eye, and a small handful of asphodels. It hadn't been easy to get them, especially since he couldn't exactly leave the compound yet. But Jules and his soulmate deserved this at least.

Marigolds for grief, white lilies more for the funeral staple than the meaning, black roses for death and mourning, pheasant's-eye for painful recollections, and asphodels for my regrets follow you to the grave.

Fucking ironic, seeing as it's on altar and not a grave.

The worst fucking part of being here, was losing Jules. The one fucking constant in his shitty life. Batman replacing him fucking stung alright, and he's never particularly cared for soulmates, yeah. He's seen and heard more than plenty horror stories growing up, and considering how small and cute Jules is, no way would've his soulmate survived Gotham. It's not like he cared too much about meeting her or whatever, but she was fucking innocent and now she's fucking dead. So yeah, she gets asphodels on her altar because he regrets being the reason she and Jules got shattered.

And the pheasant's-eye, well Talia and all the fucking assassins in this hell hole aren't giving him the chance to hold a wake for either of them. And it's not like he knows shit about her or has anything of hers to sit on the altar. He hasn't even got anything left of Jules 'cept his fucking memories. So all he can really do is recount his own memories of her to himself. Maybe he should write 'em down in a book or something…

All in all, it ain't a fucking grave. But it might as well be one because it's where he's burying his memories and feelings. After all, an assassin without a soulmate familiar, or a soulmate, is a lot harder to kill. 'Least he's got that going for him now. But Jules and his soulmate still didn't fucking deserve dying only for him to survive alone.

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| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little fic! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |

| Quick reasons behind the Soul Familiar names and species, whilst I know Jason canonically is bad at naming, he's also a literature nerd so hence why he called his soulmate's familiar Juliet, also because it shifts form he can't call it Cat or Hamster. The hamster is because well this is half of Marinette's soul, let's be real, and the cat is because Calicos are seen as lucky and also I thought a Cornish Rex because they're highly intelligent, active, and affectionate and I think that fits Marionette pretty well. As for why Marinette has Buddy, it's purely because Jason reminds me of a German Shepherd and I feel Marinette would've wanted to become friends with her Soulmate as soon as she understood it as a kid, so hence the name buddy. It's not fully accurate to her canon naming skills, but that doesn't matter. |

| If you've been around since the early days of my Maribat/MLB Tumblr side acc, then this premise might sound familiar. Yeah, you've guessed it! It's the Jasonette version of my MTSPY au (rip, I'll get to writing it one day, maybe), aka/originally called LYLaLYL or Lose Your Love and Lose Your Life. I decided since I love the au but I want to re-use a lot of it but with some minor to significant changes. Anyway, if those au names are familiar/you've been around for my last year's content, then here have a virtual hug from me! 🫂 If you can't see this emoji, it's the weird two blue humanoid blobs hugging emoji. Yeah. |

| On a sidenote if there's an obvious difference in writer's voice for the end/beginning notes, tags, and summary, that's because I'm writing this very sleep deprived at 4am and may have gone slightly feral. Yeah. Don't do what I'm doing, get some sleep folks. Half the tags were written at the much more reasonable hour of ten to midnight instead though. |

| Also feel free to send me any comments with any questions you have regarding this fic, I'll be more than happy to answer! |

| @jasonette-july-event |

[lovelylogans]

cocoa

part of the wyliwf verse.

the sideshire files | read my other fics | coffee?

warnings: mention of puppy mills, dogs, secret-keeping, food mentions, recreational drinking (not to drunkenness) kissing, that’s about it. this one’s mostly fluff, folks.

pairings: moxiety, logince

words: 7,766

notes: bold of you to assume i wouldn’t take the canon dog in gilmore girls WHO WAS ORIGINALLY NAMED COCOA and directly transport it into this verse. picture of the inspiration behind wyliwf!cocoa here as a puppy and here as an adult, btw. she’s a mixed breed, definitely has some chow chow (hence the Fluffy, if u are acquainted w/ mash potato, he is a chow chow) and german shepherd (hence the coloring) along with some other Mystery Breeds in there, so!

thirty-five isn’t exactly a special birthday.

thirty-three, sure, maybe, repeated numbers. thirty? yeah, new decade! but thirty-five—well, it’s just a halfway point, isn’t it? patton doesn’t think there should be much going on in preparation for that. a dinner, a little party/get-together, and patton’d be happy, which he’s told both virgil and logan (and roman, when he wanted an excuse to throw a party.)

so virgil and logan being so evasive over the past couple weeks or so means that patton’s been getting as investigative as logan about what could be going on with the pair of them.

logan, at least, has an excuse—apparently, there was some random, weird deadline for the franklin that logan had run into and had to guide the rest of the staff through—but virgil has just been a little... well, a little strange.

he’s been intent on suddenly patching up the back fence, which he’d been on about when there were rumors of foxes and raccoons getting into trash, but that had been months ago. it seemed like a weird time for this desire to resurface, considering it’s january. there wasn’t really much of a chance of all that when the ground was basically frozen over—patton doesn’t know much about winter habits of foxes and raccoons, but he’s pretty sure they’ve gone for warmer climates, or at least might be sleeping it out.

he’s been reading some kind of articles that he keeps humming at thoughtfully and bookmarking on his phone, patton thinks, except virgil hastily turns off the phone’s screen and turns to smile at patton whenever he tries to peek.

he’s also been furtively ordering things—patton would think it’s birthday presents, except he caught a glance of one of the labels of the boxes and it’s from tiny company that, patton has searched, makes some specialty peanut butter cookies and the like. food is virgil’s thing, he wouldn’t just order it, so maybe patton got the company wrong?

and now...

patton knocks gently on the top of the coffee table, so he doesn’t startle virgil into hitting his head.

“um,” he says. “hey there, honey.”

“hey,” virgil says, forcefully casual.

“can i ask what you’re doing under the coffee table and half under the couch?”

“i, uh,” virgil says, and coughs. “thought i saw something under the couch. cleaning, you know.”

“yeah,” patton says, and settles on the ground. “except you’ve kind of been deep-cleaning the house for the past week.”

“um... yep.”

“i don’t think you could’ve missed something if you’d been trying,” patton says, amused, and reaches out to scratch a little at virgil’s back. the part he can reach, anyway. 

“i’m really deep-cleaning,” virgil says. 

“i kinda figured.”

“really,” virgil says, “really deep-cleaning.”

patton grins, scratches at virgil’s back again. “did you get whatever was under the couch, then?”

virgil withdraws from the couch, an old piece of paper crumpled up in his hands.

“we should really vacuum under the couches more,” virgil says, and patton leans over to kiss his cheek.

“whatever you say, darling.”

(“how do you feel about dogs?”

virgil glances up from where he’s wiping down the counter—logan, in his chilton blue-and-navy, is sitting at his counter.

“uh, i have generally positive feelings toward dogs?” virgil says. “they’re cute. i’ve never had one. wait, aren’t you supposed to be working at the franklin right now, that random deadline, right?”

ever since logan was told he’d be editor-in-chief of the franklin at the end of his junior year, and now that he’s started his senior year and has been at the helm for over five months, he’s been spending lots long afternoons at the school, deep in the journalism lab, fussing over copy and photos and ap style and page design. virgil’d be worried about him overworking himself, but he knows that mel can, has, and will kick him out if he sticks around for too long, plus dee is there to antagonize him into getting distracted, along with some other chilton friends swinging in and out.

“i made it up,” logan says. “it’s going to be a cover story.”

“a cover story,” virgil repeats slowly. “right. okay. for what?”

logan hesitates, glances around, and says, in a lowered voice to avoid eavesdroppers, “dad’s birthday is in two weeks.”

“right,” virgil says slowly. 

“i think we should get him a dog.”

virgil pauses, before he sets aside the rag. “a dog,” he repeats.

“yes,” logan says. “a dog. a canine. canis lupus familiaris.”

“why a dog?” virgil says. “i mean, i know patton wanted one when he was a kid, but, well. your grandparents.”

logan hesitates, just for a moment, before he says, “i’m graduating in may.”

virgil knows this. virgil has had several crises about it. virgil has sat with patton through his various crises about it. virgil could not possibly be more aware that logan is, in fact, about to leave the nest.

“yeah,” he says.

“well,” logan says. “i’d have suggested a cat if he wasn’t allergic, but. he’s been used to taking care of someone or something for all this time. once i’m gone... it just. it might be a good way to cope, that’s all.”

“like the exact reversal of getting a dog to prepare for having kids,” virgil says, starting to get it. “getting a dog to deal with not having a kid around as much anymore.”

“yes. precisely.”

virgil considers this—he considers him and patton in the house, alone. and then he pictures a dog, big, small, medium, resting its head in patton’s lap, patton petting the dog, hugging it. taking the dog for walks and training it—well. it would be hard work. it would be a lot of energy. it’d be a commitment for however long the dog would be alive.

but it would be a comfort, too.

“all right, then. it’s time for me to start researching dogs, i guess.”

“oh, i’ve been researching breeds and training methods and house preparation and shelters in our area for a month now,” logan says briskly, and reaches into his backpack to take out a binder, and virgil really doesn’t know what he’d expected.)

...

(“hey,” virgil says, as logan slides into the passenger’s seat of his car. “how was school?”

“good,” logan says. “i had a pop quiz in latin, i think i did relatively well on it.”

“nice,” virgil says, and pulls out of the parking spot.

this is their second time visiting an animal shelter—they’d dropped by the sideshire one, but realized that they wouldn’t really be able to keep an adoption of an animal secret at home, especially considering that patton sometimes volunteered to walk the dogs there. this time, they were going to a place closer to the city that logan’s research assured them was humane, a nonprofit society, and took part in raids against illegal puppy mills and dog fighting rings—all in all, virgil thought it seemed like a pretty standup shelter.

“okay,” virgil says, as they’re pulling into a parking spot at the shelter. “and we do have a plan for if we find The Dog today, right?”

“they’ll hold a pet for you up to a certain point,” logan says. “i’ve asked mrs. prince and roman, and they said that if we had to bring the dog home earlier than anticipated, they’d be willing to house it.”

virgil nods, absorbing this, and gets out of the car.

“right, then,” virgil says. “let’s go see some dogs.”

they see some dogs. they see a lot of dogs.

they, eventually, see the dog. she’s tiny, and absurdly fluffy, and she eagerly attempts to institute herself in their laps the moment they sit down, demanding pets and treats and love, and she’s too cute for words. she snuffles at them eagerly and wags her tail so hard virgil kind of fears that she’ll fall over to the side, but she’s so energetic she’d probably bound up again immediately, wagging her tail even faster. she’s got big, clumsy paws, and big ears, and a too-long tail, and big, chocolate brown eyes that she’ll probably grow into. when she licks at his chin, he's basically sold immediately.

“virgil,” logan says, in the midst of petting the puppy, examining her temporary plastic collar. “look at her name.”

virgil leans enough to check the little paper sheet full of the information on the outside of the weird room-crate things this shelter’s got going on, and lets out a low whistle. 

“right, then,” virgil says. “that’s that.”

“we have a dog,” logan says, with a smile that he hasn’t quite tamped down—virgil realizes, belatedly, this is logan’s first pet outside of the occasional goldfish and smuggled-in-from-the-outdoors frog or turtle, and maybe all the face-licking and snuffling and puppy eyes had sold logan, too.

“we have a dog,” virgil agrees.)

“oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!!!” patton hears roman squealing from where he’s in the kitchen, and patton leans his head out in time to see roman holding logan’s phone and cooing.

“what’s up?” patton says, toting the two bowls of popcorn he’d been in charge of preparing and settling back down on the couch next to virgil, and roman and logan both look up from the phone, roman grinning.

“oh—nothing,” roman says, and passes logan’s phone back to him. “just a cute, um, dance picture thing, s’all.”

“can i see?” patton asks.

“it was a snapchat,” roman says. “faded away after ten seconds.”

“oh, darn,” patton says. “what movie were we going to watch, again?”

“maybe we should watch lassie,” roman says, voice in that faux-innocent tone he’s been using when he’s up to mischief for years, and logan elbows him hard in the side. patton looks to virgil, confused.

“did i miss something?”

“maybe best if you don’t ask,” virgil advises him, and patton nods, taking a handful of popcorn.

...

patton’s decided to take a page from his son’s book and keep notes about things he’s noticed that are Weird, partially because he’s bored and partially because he’s now very interested in whatever’s going on here.

there’s the whole fence thing, as virgil had spent a good chunk of his saturday hauling out his and patton’s shared toolbox and grumbling irritably at the fence as he patches up holes and makes sure nothing can get into the backyard, sometimes retreating back into the house to stick his hands somewhere on patton’s person in order to warm up and drinking tea before he went back out there.

(“does this seem secure enough to hold a puppy?” virgil asks logan, when he comes out to the yard. “i mean, she’s really small, but she probably couldn’t fit through any of these holes, right? plus she’s growing.”

“she’ll be on a leash most of the time, anyway,” logan points out.

“i know, but—”

“virgil. the fence is fine.”)

he’s also hidden a variety of boxes away somewhere, labels that he’ll cover with his hands and say “don’t look don’t look birthday surprise!” which only makes patton want to look even more, and really, patton doesn’t think he’s a person that virgil needs to get several boxes of gifts for, so he’s dying to figure that one out when the time comes.

(“how does a dog require so much stuff?” logan says disbelievingly, sorting through the latest incoming purchase. “is this order just entirely collars?”

“harnesses, too, but she’ll grow out of them!” virgil says. “so we’ll have ones for when she does, i’m planning.”

“you’re going to spoil this dog,” logan says. “you’ve bought her bandanas.”

“look me in the eyes and tell me that patton wouldn’t love to accessorize his dog with bandanas,” virgil says, pointedly ignoring the suspiciously familiar black bandana with purple plaid stitched on with thick white thread that logan shakes at him accusingly.)

the whole deep-cleaning-the-house thing hasn’t stopped, and sure, it’s nice and tidy, but really, there’s only so much deep cleaning you can do before you can pronounce a two-bedroom, one-and-a-half bath house with one bedroom he wouldn’t go into, considering it’s logan’s room, fully clean, right?

(“i know puppies chew on things, but virgil, this is getting ridiculous,” logan says. “you’ve puppy-proofed the entire house at least five times. if she chews on something at this point, she’s to be commended for her creativity.”

“i just want to be sure she doesn’t choke on anything,” virgil says.

“i am positive the puppy won’t chew on old paper,” logan says pointedly. “and even if she does, if it isn’t a huge thing of paper, she’ll be fine.”

“don’t come crying to me when she throws up in your room, then.”)

he keeps going to the town library? sure, virgil’s a reader—not as much as logan, but maybe no one could ever be as much of a reader as logan is—but usually he brings books home and sets them on the bedside table and reads them gradually, over the course of a few days, but a few people have mentioned to him that they’ve seen virgil in the library, he’s reading books there and not at home, though no one’s really seen exactly what he’s reading.

(“what... is that?”

“um. it—apparently, it’s—i read that if we give her a hot water bottle and a ticking clock near her sleeping area, it imitates the heat and heartbeat of her littermates and helps her get acclimated to her environment better, so—so it’s a clock. for her.”

“virgil. you went out and bought a clock. for the dog.”

“okay, look, whose idea was it to get a dog in the first place?!”

“i haven’t bought a clock for the dog!”)

and now—

“babe,” patton says, dragging his fist across his still-sleepy-bleary eyes and settling his glasses on his nose, and virgil jumps before he pivots.

“hey!” virgil says. “i—sorry, did i wake you up?”

“no, just woke up and saw the time and wondered where you were,” patton says. he’d like to be coordinated about his affection, but he is very sleepy, so he just plods over to virgil and, essentially, walks straight into him until virgil wraps his arms around him with a soft laugh.

“sorry,” virgil murmurs, and kisses his temple. “i’ll be right up, i promise.”

patton peeks around his shoulder, and says, “was filling up some kind of new cookie jar really a huge priority, this time of night?”

“i—no,” virgil admits. “i just kind of got into the swing of doing dishes and wiping down the table and i ended up—well. filling up a new cookie jar.”

“i didn’t even know we got a new cookie jar,” patton says.

“surprise,” virgil says. patton reaches forward, intending to steal one of these apparently-good-enough-to-stay-up-past-midnight-for cookies, and virgil quickly closes a hand over patton’s wrist.

“um, probably not a best idea at this time of night,” virgil says. “sugar’ll keep you up.”

“that is a blatant lie,” patton says, and virgil leans down to kiss him again—quick, almost chaste.

“then it’ll be too much of a fuss to brush your teeth again,” virgil says, and sets the lid on the top of the jar before physically turning patton around. “let’s get to bed, yeah?”

“you’re being weird,” patton says, then decides, “i’ll deal with it in the morning.”

except in the morning, like it’s some kind of strange fever dream, the new cookie jar’s gone.

(”why did you decide to fill up the jar with dog treats in the middle of the night,” logan hisses at virgil as virgil’s making breakfast, logan looking for somewhere to hide the jar before patton comes downstairs, and ends up cramming it in the cupboard under the sink.

“it just happened!” virgil says defensively.)

...

the thing about instituting house rules for birthdays is that they tend to get thrown back at you.

“but i can—“

“no,” virgil says, from where he’s double-checking that the streamers will stay up if someone leans against the wall. “house rules. it’s your house, you know them.”

“virgil,” patton grumbles. “you wouldn’t be ruining my birthday if i helped with my decorations—”

“nope,” virgil says. “if i wasn’t allowed to cook on my birthday, you’re not allowed to decorate.”

patton sinks back against the couch with a huff, crossing his arms.

it’s been a very nice birthday, generally speaking. virgil made a massive breakfast, eggs and hashbrowns and bacon and biscuits and chocolate croissants and donuts, and didn’t monitor his hot cocoa/coffee consumption, for once, and logan and roman had swung by for breakfast before swinging out again (“i’m under oath,” roman had said solemnly, when patton asked them what they were up to) and they still haven’t come back, even though the party’s due to start in ten minutes.

once virgil has triple-checked everything, and fetched patton a glass of wine, he tugs patton to his feet and wraps his arms around him, smiling down at him.

“hi,” patton says, not quite able to keep the grudging tone he’d been trying to go for.

“hey,” virgil says. “happy birthday.”

a smile breaks out on patton’s face, even when he’s very sure he’d tried not to let that happen. “you’ve told me that already.”

“and i’ll probably say it again,” virgil says, and he leans down to kiss patton, and kiss him, warm and soft and the best kind of overwhelming, and patton really regrets having to break the kiss in order to breathe, but he very much likes the small, needy, breathless sound that virgil makes when he does.

the doorbell rings, and patton groans, leaning his head against virgil’s chest.

“the timing of whoever’s at the door,” he informs virgil’s sternum, “is terrible.”

virgil snorts and drops a kiss to the top of patton’s head, and patton reluctantly disentangles himself from virgil in order to answer it.

he really should have expected who it is.

“patton,” his father says. “happy birthday.”

“thanks, dad, mom,” patton says, and steps aside so that they can file into his house.

“hi richard, emily,” virgil says. “do you want something to drink?”

“stoli on the rocks with a twist, if you can manage it,” emily says.

“richard? oh, patton, here’s your wine,” virgil adds, pushing the glass into his hands again.

richard requests scotch.

“i can—”

“absolutely not,” virgil says, and presses a kiss to his cheek. “stay out here in case anyone comes to the door, yeah?”

patton sighs, and does.

the party fills up in waves—isadora and emily are engaging in some kind of silent stare-off in the corner as richard has, once again, escaped from a party with a magazine in hand—and soon enough, patton’s busy entertaining people and making the rounds. it fills up so slowly that patton almost doesn’t notice until he ducks back into the kitchen to check on virgil, how chaotic it is, how it’s just a bit too noisy—he thinks that most of the inn’s employees have shown up, as well as his friends and neighbors from throughout sideshire. 

and when he gets into the kitchen, the quiet nearly overwhelms him. patton has to lean against a counter and let out a slow breath when it hits him.

virgil glances up from where he’s been topping off some snack bowls, and sets them aside.

“hey there,” he says, and drops a kiss on top of patton’s head—patton’s cheeks flush, feeling warmer than he already is, and he beams up at him.

“hi,” patton says.

“having fun?”

"mhm,” patton says, and winds his arms around virgil. “missing my fella, though.”

virgil smiles down at him, soft, and brushes a curl off his forehead. 

“i have had,” patton informs him, “some wine.”

virgil’s grin grows a bit more wry. “that so?”

“i haven’t caught anyone at it, but someone keeps filling up my glass and i suspect remy,” patton says. 

“yeah, he would,” virgil grumbles.

“i’ll understand what’s going on between you two someday,” patton says—the slightly-joking-but-not-really rivalry between them has bemused patton for years now.

virgil snorts, once. patton’s about to poke fun at him a bit more, but there’s the chime of a text message, and virgil digs his phone out of his pocket.

“it’s logan,” he says. “i’m just gonna make sure that he’s got your surprise all set.”

“it has to be brought into the house?” patton says, and blinks up at him. “but what about all those boxes?”

“you’ll see,” virgil says, and twines his fingers with patton’s, tugging him out into the living room. patton gets parked soundly on the couch. 

“wait here.”

“for my surprise?”

“for your surprise,” virgil confirms, and patton squeezes virgil’s hand tight before he lets him go. 

“a surprise?” dot, his neighbor, asks.

“in five or so minutes,” patton says. “or, whenever virgil and logan come back, i guess.”

“oh, the surprise,” babette says, and winks at morey—neither of them holding cinnamon, which is strange, considering their cat comes with them everywhere. “morey, the surprise is coming.”

“you know what it is?”

“know what what is?” sookie asks, looking up from the tray of canapés she’s brought and is still experimenting with. 

patton’s distantly aware that other people are disrupting their own conversations in order to turn attention to his, but he can’t really care right now.

“my birthday surprise,” patton tells sookie. “virgil’s been acting weird for the past couple weeks, and apparently all the investigative skills in the family went to logan, because i’ve been trying to figure it out and i’ve got zilch.”

“well, it is a surprise,” sookie says reasonably. 

“babs?”

“sorry, sugar,” babette says, and patton sighs. just a little.

“well, i’ll find out soon, i guess,” patton says.

...

“hey,” virgil says.

“hello,” logan says, holding tight to the leash; the puppy is teething at the leash, too, still attempting to walk forward even though logan’s come to a stop. 

“hi,” roman adds, holding the box that virgil had gotten specifically for this. 

there’s a bit of weight on virgil’s shoe—the puppy’s come forward, set her little paws on his boots, and is sniffing eagerly at his jeans.

“hi,” virgil says (he does not coo) and leans down to pet her, scratching behind her ears, before he glances up to see roman grinning at him.

virgil coughs, and says, gruff, “here, give me the leash, i can get her ready for the surprise.”

logan hands over the leash, and roman sets down the box, before he digs out—

“seriously?”

“if you’re getting a dog as a birthday present, you have to put a bow around her neck, it’s practically the law,” roman says. virgil sighs and snatches it away.

“fine, fine,” he says. “go inside, text me when everything’s all set.”

roman takes logan’s hand, and logan pulls him toward the house; there’s a swell of music as the front door opens, then closes.

“okay,” virgil tells the dog. “um. so, you’re about to meet patton.”

the puppy continues to chew at her leash, still looking at him with her chocolate brown eyes.

“patton’s the best,” he tells her. “and he’s gonna love you, and we’re—you know. we’re gonna take care of you, and—and we’ve never taken care of a dog before, but we managed to raise a kid okay, and you’ve never lived with humans before, so we’re both new at this. we’ll do the best we can. okay?”

the dog tilts her head.

“i’m talking to a puppy,” virgil mutters, and shakes his head. “right, then. let’s get you all set.”

he puts the puppy into the box—it’s got a lid and a box, both separately wrapped, it has a blanket in the bottom, and cut-out handles so that virgil can carry her, and so that she gets air—and carefully removes her leash.

“comfy?” he asks.

she sits.

“good girl,” he murmurs, because reinforcing praise is important, and pets her for a bit. he looks at the bow roman had given him—big and red, of course—before he carefully ties it to her collar. she attempts to nip at it, before virgil wiggles his fingers in front of her face, distracting her.

“okay,” virgil says. “we can just sit here and wait until logan or roman texts us, yeah? and i can just keep petting you.”

so he does—at once point, virgil’s practically in the box with her because it turns out the puppy very much likes belly rubs, but it also turns out that fingers are, potentially, the best teething tool of all time (virgil is familiar with this, but it’s been about sixteen or so years since logan’s needed to chew at his fingers) so she is very conflicted between letting virgil scratch her belly and chewing at virgil’s fingers. 

virgil’s phone buzzes, and virgil removes a hand in order to check—logan’s said He’s ready—and leans in to peek at the puppy.

“okay,” he says. “i’m gonna put the lid on, and i’m gonna carry you around for a little, but you’ll be out of the box soon, okay? and you’ll meet patton, who i’m sure will spoil you rotten and pet you until you’re sick of it.”

she wags her tail.

“cool,” virgil says, and carefully sets the lid on the box, and even more carefully picks up the box, making sure that the box stays level.

before he has to consider how he’s going to hold this (frankly kind of absurdly too big) box and open the door, roman opens the door for him, grinning. also, he’s holding his phone horizontally, which means he’s definitely recording this.

patton’s smiling, but there’s a curious glint in his eyes as virgil shuffles slowly forward, very conscious of the tiny little puppy in the box that he doesn’t want to jostle.

the people at the party have also ringed around the room—babette and morey, who have remembered not to bring cinnamon, since he doesn’t know how the puppy will react to a cat, dot and larry, sookie and michel, and emily has somehow managed to pull richard away from his magazine, among everyone else—watching as virgil carefully sets the box at patton’s feet.

"logan just told me that the deadline was a cover story,” patton tells virgil. “you’re in trouble.”

virgil grins. “all of this was logan’s idea in the first place, actually. i thought it was a real deadline too until he brought me in on it.”

patton huffs, put-upon. “well,” he says airily, and elbows logan jokingly, “this better be a good surprise, then.”

“open it and see,” virgil says.

patton leans forward, and begins to pry off the lid. virgil waits with bated breath. 

as soon as he gets the lid off and seems to catch a glimpse of what’s inside, patton squeals in shock, jerking away from the box, and for a second virgil thinks they’ve horribly miscalculated and patton’s actually afraid of dogs, but that’s before he leans right back forward again and reaches down to pet the puppy.

“hi,” patton croons, and then he starts to giggle—before he puts his hands over his face, before he peeks out again, like he was checking to be sure that the puppy wasn’t a hallucination and that she wouldn’t disappear as soon as he took his eyes off her. and then he looks at virgil, eyes bright and eager and excited, laughing the whole time.

“is this real?!” patton demands between giggles. 

“of course it’s real,” logan says, and patton puts his hands over his face for a second, before leaning back forward and reaching down to pet the dog.

“oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” patton repeats, and, with a jolt, virgil realizes that he’s crying, and patton meets eyes with him, beaming hugely, and virgil feels some kind of unnameable emotion swell up in his chest—the closest he can get to identifying it is joy.

“hello,” patton repeats to the puppy, then, to virgil, “can i hold it?”

“do whatever you want, she’s your dog,” virgil points out, unable to stop his own smile.

“she’s a girl?”

“she’s a girl,” logan confirms, “ten weeks old,” and patton carefully reaches in, still giggling all the while, and carefully hoists the dog into his lap, therefore bringing the dog into the view of the rest of the room, which makes a variety of gasping, cooing noises that are really exactly what a surprise puppy deserves.

“oh my gosh,” patton repeats, and giggles even louder when the puppy sniffs at his face, and licks the tears off his cheeks. “oh, my gosh, hi there, sweetheart!”

the puppy squirms, and patton adjusts his grip, staring.

“she’s so fluffy,” he says in awe. “oh, my gosh, she’s like a teddy bear, look at how fluffy she is!”

the puppy is, indeed, very fluffy, and very stuffed-animal-esque in her adorable-ness, and patton sniffles, burying his face in her fur, just for a moment. the puppy wiggles a little, in order to keep licking and sniffing at patton, so patton resurfaces after a few seconds, crying harder than ever.

patton’s grinning, so virgil’s pretty sure he’s crying because he’s happy, but he wants to be sure, so—

“do you like her?” virgil asks hesitantly.

“i love her,” patton sobs, and virgil climbs onto the couch, so that he can wrap an arm around patton’s shoulders and kiss him on the cheek.

“i can’t believe you got me a puppy,” patton chokes out, and sniffles noisily, before pressing a kiss to the puppy’s forehead and settling her on his lap. 

“logan, technically, campaigned for you to get a puppy, i was just the one who was legally able to adopt her,” virgil says, and patton turns to logan, smiling.

“you should check her collar,” logan suggests, before patton can get any more emotional than he already is.

“her collar?” patton says.

“her name,” virgil elaborates. “which the shelter gave her and you can change it, if you want to, but—”

“you won’t want to,” logan says. 

patton adjusts the bow, and takes hold of the little temporary tag virgil’s gotten her, before they can register her with the vet near sideshire and make sure that they’ve got record of all her shots and the fact that she’s been spayed and microchip her so on, and takes a moment to read it. his jaw drops.

“no way,” he says.

“way,” virgil says. 

“her name is cocoa?” patton gasps. “that’s perfect!”

“told you,” logan murmurs.

“hi, cocoa!” patton croons to the puppy, holding her up in a way that’s vaguely reminiscent of lion king, except it’s at face-level and looking toward him. “hi there, my sweet girl! are you cocoa? i think you are!”

cocoa wriggles in protest, attempting to lean forward and lick patton’s face, and patton holds her tight in his arms, face just glowing, and yeah, wow, this was an amazing idea, go logan.

“so you’re definitely okay with the surprise pet,” virgil checks, and patton laughs, leaning forward to kiss him, the puppy attempting to free herself from between them, and it’s one of those amazing, perfect moments that virgil will keep with him forever, not to sound sappy or anything.

the party’s basically permanently derailed, after that.

people approach the puppy in groups, which means that virgil learns a bit more about cocoa: she likes fetch, but only for one or two throws before she gets distracted by something else. she really likes it when you scratch her neck, under her collar, because her back leg starts doing that thumping thing that dogs do when you’ve hit the sweet spot. she likes to play tug of war, which is normal, but she grabs onto pant legs with her teeth and clings even as she gets dragged around the room, so they’ll have to train her out of that. 

he also hasn’t really been able to seen her walk around a room, but since she’s got stubby little puppy legs and too-big paws that she needs to grow into, she practically waddles, which is both hilarious and adorable, and virgil witnesses her trip over her paws a couple times, which is cute, even if his heart stops and he half-lunges toward her in the time that it takes for her to re-establish her balance, tail wagging, and continue happily toddling along her intended path.

patton’s attention to most of the rest of the party is lost, too, since he keeps sitting on the floor and playing with the puppy, following her from group to group and randomly bursting into giggles at the sight of her doing something even slightly adorable, which, considering she is a very cute dog, is very often. he occasionally leans down to scoop her up into her arms and kiss her, which, well, virgil remembers him doing something similar with logan when logan was first able to walk reliably enough but still stumbling every few steps, so he probably shouldn’t be surprised.

patton is also half the reason the puppy is getting introduced to everyone. case in point:

“this is your grand-dog,” patton tells emily cheerfully, holding cocoa out in a way that emily would be able to take him. “you can hold her, she’s very light and very soft and very fluffy.”

emily looks like she’s about to decline the offer, like she doesn’t want cocoa to shed all over her fancy skirtsuit, before she sees virgil mouthing hold the goddamn dog behind patton’s head. she sighs, but she holds the dog, in a way that clearly denotes that she has never held a dog before—hands under cocoa’s armpits, letting her legs dangle in the air.

she stares at cocoa. cocoa stares at her, legs paddling in the air.

“you can hold her like a baby,” patton says helpfully, “that’s okay too” and emily adjusts her grip accordingly. 

and then she just. holds the dog. she doesn’t pet cocoa or anything. she’s just holding cocoa like a baby.

“isn’t she cute?!” patton says happily.

“...certainly,” emily says stiffly.

“i love her,” patton says.

“hmph,” she says, “well,” and passes cocoa back to patton, before she swipes her hands across her jacket, attempting to discard the fur.

“i’m gonna introduce her to dad,” patton says happily, and goes off to find richard as emily continues to sweep her hands across her shirt.

virgil digs the lint roller out of his hoodie, and holds it out.

"ah,” she says.

she brushes it along, and, once she’s satisfied, she moves to hand it back, before she pauses.

“where did you get this dog?” she asks suspiciously, as if virgil has specifically gotten a flea-infested rabid dog for the sole purpose of getting her to hold it, so it can infect her.

“a shelter,” virgil says.

“which one?” she says. “is it reputable?”

“you were on their donor wall,” virgil says, non-chalant. “so i’d sure hope so.”

she pulls a face at him—well, the emily equivalent of pulling a face. so, virgil one, emily zip.

“what breed is she?”

“german shepherd, chow mix,” virgil says mildly. “there’s some other breeds in there too, we think, but—”

“you should have gone to a breeder.”

“she was a rescue from a puppy mill,” virgil says, even more mildly, “so—“

emily sighs, long and irritated, before she says doubtfully, “it was logan’s idea to get a dog.” 

“yep, it was,” virgil says.

“why would logan suggest a dog?” emily says, and virgil glances around—richard is holding the dog slightly better, and tilting his head at it with the same curiosity that he does at a headline about “the youths.” 

“he’s worried about patton empty-nesting in the fall,” virgil says. “he wanted to be sure that patton still had something to take care of, so. dog.”

“and that was logan’s idea,” she says. “not yours.”

“...yeah,” virgil says.

“you must have had some other idea for patton’s birthday,” she says, as if doubting that virgil has not masterminded the whole dog plot and cocoa will eventually be trained into a vicious attack dog that specifically goes for white people in the upper tax bracket, or something, as if she is not currently chasing a ball tossed by richard, and then she slides and wipes out in a hilarious fashion before scrambling back onto her paws, tail wagging, panting eagerly, looking like the clumsiest and least threatening dog that had ever lived.

and virgil thinks about the jewelry stores he’s got listed in his private notes, the inspiration rings he’s got saved in about seven randomly named, nested folders on his password-protected laptop that you can’t find without searching for it specifically, the budget that he’s already schemed out, the various ideas that he’ll probably ask logan to help fine-tune, and he shrugs.

“nothing that can’t wait.”

...

patton’s still kind of in shock, but, like, the best kind of shock.

because. he has a dog. he has a dog!!! the surprise is a puppy!

she’s adorable! patton loves her already! whenever he looks at her it feels like his heart is made of melty gooey marshmallows! 

“no cocoa baby don’t eat that,” patton says, gently removing a piece of wrapping paper from her mouth. she attempts to follow it, despite the fact that he puts it out of her reach, and he puts a dog toy (virgil has been pulling out absurd amounts of dog supplies from every hidden nook and cranny in the house since the party ended) in her line of sight instead, squeaking it. cocoa takes that instead, lying down with a little thump, gnawing it at it.

“so, the way i get you to follow your own house rules is to give you a puppy,” virgil says, amused, picking up the wrapping paper and putting it in the trash bag that he’s filling with trash from the party, “got it.”

patton grins up at him sheepishly. “i could help if you—”

“nope,” virgil says, “absolutely not,” and runs his fingers through patton’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp, before he goes to sweep the coffee table of discarded paper plates and napkins.

“god, she’s so cute,” roman gushes, from where he and logan are sitting across from patton, the three of them kind of boxing cocoa in, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “i love her floppy little ears, and her big ol’ eyes, and her fluffy perfect face—”

“she is an aesthetically pleasing dog,” logan agrees. 

she is. she’s varying shades of brown, fawn and chocolate and chestnut and coffee and taupe, with a splash of white on her chest. her ears are a gradient of the varying shades of brown, and her snout is the same dark color as the edges of her ears. her fluff levels are truly off the charts, and she has pink little beans for toes, and her eyes are so soulful that patton’s genuinely going to get beaten out in the “best-puppy-dog-eyes-in-the-house” competition, though he passively wonders if she still counts considering she is a puppy dog, but—

“jeez, logan, you don’t have to be so sentimental about it,” roman teases.

cocoa squeaks her toy in agreement. it’s shaped like a mallard, with a goofy, cartoonish grin on its bill. 

gradually, naturally, the conversation dies down, and they’re all left in a companionable silence, except for the occasional murmur of “you comfy?” between his son and his son’s boyfriend, and patton softly entreating cocoa with a variety of pet-centric nicknames that he can barely make sense of—sweet girl, fuzzyface, sugarbun, marshmallow, kissyface—and eventually, cocoa flops onto her side and snoozes with a variety of tiny puppy snoring noises, and patton’s heart’s so full it feels like it might burst.

and once the house is relatively clean (a bit impossible to be fully clean, with the clutter that’s so ingrained into the house it’s practically a piece of furniture, patton barely notices it anymore) virgil settles onto the ground with patton with a soft huff, and briefly leans his head against patton’s shoulder, before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“good birthday?”

“amazing birthday,” patton corrects. “fantastic birthday. really spectacular birthday.”

virgil smiles, just a little. “good.” a pause, and then, “late, though.”

patton stifles his smile—virgil fussing about food and caffeine intake and about his sleep schedule has really been happening for as long as they’ve known each other. “you’re right,” he agrees. “i—d’you think cocoa needs to go out?”

“probably,” virgil agrees. “i’ll go with you.”

patton nods, and reaches out to scoop cocoa into his arms—she stirs a little, before settling in his arms just like a slumbering baby, and okay, patton might cry a little, she’s so cute?!

“remember to sleep out in the living room,” patton reminds. “don’t stay up too late, kids.”

he gets “we won’ts” that he’s not sure how close they’ll stick to, and a “happy birthday” from roman and a hug from his son, as virgil trails him toward the backyard. patton descends the patio steps, before he carefully places cocoa, paw-first, onto the grass. she folds herself up and it seems like she’s content to continue sleeping in the grass.

“no,” patton scolds, in a half-laugh, putting her on her paws again. “c’mon, puppy, do your business, and then you can sleep for as long as you want.”

cocoa seems to sigh, before she toddles forward a few steps, nose firmly stuck to the grass to sniff and investigate, and arms come around patton’s waist. patton smiles, leaning back into the warmth of it—january birthdays meant sometimes white birthdays, which were cool, but the cold was just something else—tilting his chin a little, and virgil obligingly presses a kiss to his cheek.

“you’re seriously good with the surprise pet,” virgil checks, and patton huffs a laugh, leaning back against virgil’s chest and securing his grip on virgil’s wrists, to keep him there.

“i’m seriously good with the surprise pet,” patton promises, and he feels virgil’s warm breath of relief against his ear.

“okay, cool,” virgil says, and admits, “i figured you probably would be cool with a dog, generally, since you walk dogs at the shelter a lot, but—”

“i love her,” patton says, leaning a little to see virgil’s face. “thank you.”

virgil flushes, and patton doesn’t think it’s just because of the cold.

“it was logan’s idea,” he mumbles.

“i know,” patton says, and then, “did he tell you why?”

virgil hesitates, before he shrugs. “empty-nesting,” he says.

“ah,” patton says quietly.

the fact that his baby is going to college has been on his mind every single day, since logan first got back his test scores and started sketching out plans at the kitchen table. patton’s been with him to visit a few colleges, and he’s—well, kids grow up, right? that’s what they’re supposed to do.

it doesn’t mean that the idea doesn’t make patton sad and anxious and really eager for some way to slow down time, too.

patton shakes himself, and says, “his idea, huh?”

“yep.”

patton starts to smile again, and he says, “i bet it wasn’t his idea to get her specialty peanut-butter treats, though.”

“...no.”

“or a ton of bandanas for her to wear. including a custom one that looks like your hoodie.”

“...well—”

“or the tons of harnesses and collars, or the big bed that we aren’t fully sure she’ll grow into, or all the toys, or—”

“i get it, i get it,” virgil grumbles. patton leans up to peck a quick kiss to his lips, turning more fully in his arms and wrapping his arms around virgil’s neck.

“i love that about you,” he says.

“what?” virgil says. 

“you’re a carer,” patton says. “you’re all gruff and grumbly on the outside, but if you see someone who needs help or needs to be taken care of, you’re all like, oh yes, of course, here’s this friends and family discount, what do you mean it’s brand new, this has always been here, or inviting them to your family’s christmas, or helping take care of their son, or offering couches to crash on and shoulders to cry on.”

patton pauses, and allows, smiling, “or cleaning up the house to make sure that they won’t find anything they’ll accidentally choke on, or patching up the fence so she can’t get out and nothing can get in, or doing secret research at the town library.”

and virgil’s flush definitely isn’t from the cold. virgil swallows, and says, in a voice that’s just a little bit shy and quiet, “it’s your birthday.”

“i know,” patton says simply. “i’m allowed to be sappy on my birthday.”

“course you are,” virgil says, and patton leans up to kiss him, before he turns back to squint out at the lawn. or at least, he means to.

because virgil’s fingers around his wrist prevent him from doing that, and before patton can ask, virgil’s bending just a little to press their lips together, cupping his face between both of his hands, and patton feels his heart do that happy little flutter it always seems to do around virgil. patton sighs, and if his eyes weren’t closed—when had he done that?—he’d be sure that it’d be a puff of steam in the cold air. virgil takes advantage of it, pressing in, so overwhelming but so gentle and patton can only wrap his arms around virgil’s neck and hang on tight.

when they part, patton blinks up at him, dizzy and dazed in the best kind of way.

“what was that for?”

“i’m allowed to kiss you on your birthday,” virgil teases him, smirking just a bit, and patton grins right back, hoping it looks as full of promise as he wants it to be. he leans in to kiss him again, but he’s interrupted by the sound of soft snuffling at their feet, and they both glance down.

cocoa’s staring up at them with an expression she could have gotten straight from logan—like, really, dads?

“okay, okay,” patton allows with a slight laugh, bending to pick her up again. “good girl, we get it, we can go back inside.”

virgil does lean in and give him a kiss over cocoa’s head, though, and patton beams at him with his arms full of fluffy, ten-week-old dog.

they climb the stairs, and virgil moves to the closet, and patton collapses onto the bed, letting cocoa down. she paces a few circles, before she curls up into a cozy-looking ball.

virgil glances back, and says, “patton.”

“what?” patton says innocently, sitting on the bed beside cocoa.

“if we want her to sleep in her actual bed, we have to start training her early,” virgil says.

“she’ll be lonely,” patton points out.

“i specifically bought her a hot water bottle and a clock to make sure that wouldn’t happen,” virgil says.

“um—?”

“hot water bottle to simulate warmth and clock to simulate the heartbeat of her littermates, to help her adjust,” he explains, and yeah, wow, patton adores him.

“virgil, i hate to point out the obvious,” patton says, grinning, “but i happen to know two people who get pretty warm in their sleep and who both happen to have heartbeats.”

virgil hesitates.

“just for tonight?” patton says, pouting just a little. “for my birthday.”

virgil sighs. “i know what you’re doing,” he grumbles.

“you can think about it,” patton says, and gets up to tug lightly at virgil’s hand. “we can do some other stuff, first.”

virgil’s eyes start to get that dark, familiar gleam that makes a secret, almost illicit-feeling thrill shoot down patton’s spine.

but later, when they both slide under the covers that night, freshly showered and fully intent on going straight to sleep this time, virgil makes no noises of protest about the cuddly ball of fluff that’s nuzzled her way between their bellies, and even when her tiny paws dig into their stomachs in her sleep, and she wakes them up when she adjusts, and they both have to contort into awkward positions rather than wake the dog and move her, virgil doesn’t make a noise of protest.

she never really ends up trained to sleep in her own bed at night, either.

[winifredxsnow]

––––––– WINIFRED ALESSANDRA SNOW

Hi all! I am very excited to be bringing our Snow White to the dash! I’ve put an “abbreviated” version of her bio/info below, along with a link to her full bio/information if anyone wants to take a look at more details! Honestly can’t wait to write with y’all –– let me know if you’d like to plot it up! 

FULL BIO HERE – I know, can you believe this isn’t the full bio 🤦🏻‍♀️

NAME: Winifred Alessandra Snow

GOES BY: Winifred or Winnie to most people and friends. Winn if they’re very close. 

AGE: 34

FATHER: Montgomery Snow – deceased, murdered

MOTHER: Alessandra Kozlova-Snow  – deceased

JOB: Owner of the Red Apple. Mob Princess. 

OTHER IDENTIFIERS: Heterosexual, Enneagram Type 1 (The Reformer),  INTJ (The Architect) , Aquarius

(HER)STORY – 

CHILDHOOD (tw: suicide, tw: mental illness)

Grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, the one and only daughter of Montgomery and Alessandra Snow. She was a curious, bright-eyed, kind child who was constantly learning, constantly engaged with the world around her and, until she was six, she was tutored at home by Alessandra who wanted to start Winnie’s education early. 

It wasn’t until she was older that Winnie realized her mother hadn’t been well. Her death would remain a mystery until she was older, shrouded in secrets and covered up by Montgomery. Suicide was never mentioned in their home. 

After, Winnie became her father’s little shadow. She would go with her father when he checked on business, always wearing her best dresses and ribbons in her hair as he held her hand while he conducted business. Even without a mother, even with an unconventional father who got her started in the family business before she even knew what it was, Winnie’s childhood was privileged and she can’t look back on it with much regret. 

ADOLECENCE

As a teen in Grimmbrook, Winnie always felt compelled to help others with the resources she’d been given. Winifred knew where she came from, knew what her father did and while she wasn’t opposed to what put food on the table, she wanted to do more for the community, hence getting involved in many diverse charities.

YOUNG ADULT

Four years at university flew by as she got a dual degree in chemical engineering and business administration at her mother’s alma mater six hours away. Rather than seek work for a few years outside of town, once she graduated, Winnie enrolled to get a masters of business administration at Grimmbrook University. She wanted to be close to home and be an active part of her father’s organization while also doing something she was passionate about, that would also equip her for the day she’d take over. 

PRESENT

She’s building an army for herself, a network of loyal supports who loved her father or, at the very least, tolerated him, of people who are willing to support her in her campaign against her step-mother. 

People look at Winnie and might think she’s made of glass– they may still remember the little girl trailing after her father, an easy smile and ready laugh on her lips. But if they look closer, they’ll see that girl is a woman who’s spine has been replaced with iron and an unwavering will. 

SMOKE & MIRRORS – 

PERSONALITY TRAITS (+): Intelligent, Tenacious, Decisive, Independent, Innovative, Quick-Witted, Charming, Lionhearted.

PERSONALITY TRAITS (-): Vengeful, Single-Minded, Jaded, Tempestuous, Obsessive, Opinionated.

HEADCANONS:

She has three dogs: a German Shepherd (Lulu), a Bernese Mountain Dog (Captain) and an Irish Wolfhound (Oscar Wilde).

Established several charities/groups upon returning from university.

Grinds her teeth at night so that sexy night guard comes out quite a bit.

Visits her parents graves every few weeks. It’s like digging nails into a fresh wound but she doesn’t mind. The pain of her father’s death reminds her what she’s fighting for. 

As she’s been building up her own small network, the criminal side of The Red Apple deals with drugs, money laundering and only very recently in the past weeks, weapons. She knows that they can’t just be producing drugs in the long run if she wants to take back the throne that’s rightfully hers. She need to be smart about it and is testing the waters to see what sticks best and gets the best return on investment. 

She jogs around Swan Lake almost every morning. 

TANGLED WEBS –

exes – high school (her father wouldn’t have liked them probably) // university (same deal but she probably would’ve broken things off because they didn’t fit the plan she had for her life)

childhood best friend – I like to think she had at least one very close childhood friend who remained close throughout these years. They could know about the criminal side of things or not, but they’d likely side with her against her step-mother.

allies – for whatever reason they’ve aligned themselves with Winifred over Carrie. Details can be worked out if it’s due to loyalty to her late father, monetary incentive or other things.

annoyance – it can go either way: either she annoys them, or they annoy her or both (we can figure out why but contentious dynamics are always fun to play)

other  – if you want to plot and find connections that aren’t listed, let me know – I am happy to brainstorm! 

[kaluawoo]

Marauders’ Animagus Forms

Yeah yeah, I know, most people will probably say it’s obvious; James is a stag because of his pride, Sirius is a dog because he’s loyal, and Peter is a rat because he’s a traitor.

Yeah, I’m not buying those, at least not that simply. (This is gonna get long, so let me put it under a cut)

Let’s start with Sirius, because he’s gonna be easiest for me. I’m not disputing that he’s loyal, I know he is, and dogs are known to be very faithful - Other animals are, too, but dogs stand out due to their faithfulness towards humans in particular, and are more well-known for it than other domestic animals.

What, then, am I questioning? Well, why is Sirius a big, black dog? A dachshund is loyal, too. Or a toy poodle, or a Chihuahua. Or a corgi they’re adorable. But no, our dear Padfoot isn’t just a pooch, he’s a big, black, shaggy pup.

Now, let’s start with the breed. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think anyone ever mentioned one, so I’ll assume he’s a mutt. He didn’t have to be; there’s plenty of big dogs with black fur. Irish Wolfhounds come to mind, black labrador, Rottweiler or Dobermann (Though those aren’t fully black), even German Shepherds. He’s from a long line of purebloods obsessed with purity, but he is not a purebred dog.

Because Sirius rejected that idiology. I think an animagus can reflect a LOT about a person’s personality - There are so many different animal species, subspecies and breeds, after all - and refusing to obsess over blood purity like his ancestors was important for him; hence, his animagus form mirrors that.

Now, mutts still come in all shapes and sizes, but Pad is still a big black dog. The size, well, he wanted to keep a darn werewolf company; he must have REALLY wanted to be a big animal. Protecting and helping his friend was so important to him; and a big animal is much more easily able to protect someone than a small one.

That leaves color. A big black dog is also an omen of death; the Grim in Harry Potter specifically, and there are many English folk tales about black dogs like the Barghest. But first, as a nice tidbit: Not all those folk tales say the black dog is evil. Most, yes, but a few have the black dog as a protector; I distinctly remember one where people claim it’s perfectly safe to let children play on the meadows near that village because the dog is watching over them. Now, that sounds like it’s suit Pads.

But it’s more; even though he rejected his Black lineage, it’s still there, looming over him. To non-purebloods, the Black family is probably not the best omen, especially with Voldy on the rise. The first time someone hears Pad’s name, they won’t know that he’s not a blood supremacist; just like someone seeing a huge black mutt won’t know whether that dog is dangerous or not. Sirius may have rejected his family, but in a way, it’s still almost haunting him.

Next up is James. I’ll admit I don’t know as much about deer as I do about dogs (I heard they don’t make too great pets), but regardless, I think just “he’s proud” isn’t enough justification.

Lots of animals are associated with pride. Most prominently lions, but also tigers, and maybe to a lesser extent even domestic cats; also horses, sometimes wolves, and even if you want to stay deer-like, I’d say a moose, elk or reindeer is a tad more impressive than a Stag (I think he’s meant to be a red deer? It’s not explicitly mentioned, but that’s how I’d imagine him). So why did he end up in the shape that he did? If I’d want to keep a werewolf in check, I’d pick a moose. I would NOT mess with them.

First, the carnivores. It’s kind of hard to find the right words, but I’d say in some way, they’re too fierce. Of course, big carnivores don’t just go and kill stuff just because, but most tend to be more aggressive than herbivores; most herbivores as prey animals run away if there’s a danger, while carnivores, being predators, fight. James wouldn’t back down from a fight - And deer can fight, with both antlers and hooves - but once he’s grown out of his teens, he’s more of a carer and nurturer than a fighter, I’d say. And it took me a long-ass time to understand that, while he was a jerk as a teen, he most likely wasn’t one as an adult.

We still have a bunch of herbivores left, though. Well, moose are easy to leave out; they’re solitary, and I, for one, can’t imagine Prongs without his friends. Well, the simplest explanation would probably be that stags are just more well known for trying to impress their does, but I’m not here for analyzing meta reasons, I want to find in-story ones. So, I’ll cheat a little bit and say that the animagus form is mostly based on a person’s core personality, but influenced by lots of things: Not just how the animal actually is, but also how it’s perceived, the wishes of the animagus-to-be, how they think about themselves, all of that. Basically, it’s like the animagus form is trying to communicate as much about the human as it can.

James is, or at least was as a kid, something I’d describe in German as a “Wildfang”; literally it means “wild catch”. I don’t like the English translations I’m finding, so I’ll just describe it as someone - often a child, but sometimes also a young adult - who likes to bend or break rules, and wants to have fun in their own way without caring about society’s expectations of what or how they should be. A little boy preferring to stay out till dark with his friends instead of studying, or a girl playing in the mud without caring about her dress getting dirty. Sound like someone we know?

Now, as a “wild” boy, our little Prongs probably wouldn’t want to be a domesticated animal, or better, wouldn’t see himself as one. Horses can often be described as proud, but the well-trained ones are usually also very obedient.

And elk or reindeer, well... They might be more physically impressive than a red deer, but if people’s expectations about an animal play at least some part, then of course he’d end up the most well-known option, making him a stag. That also opens the interesting thought that it’s more than likely different cultures would cause different animagi, thanks to different ways of looking at animals, but I digress.

Last, but not least, is Peter. Honestly, he’s the main reason for this post, because I adore rats; I never kept any as pets, but I wanted to as a kid. Newsflash: Rats are not traitors. Again for the people in the back:

Rats are not traitors. Rats are incredibly social animals.

Yes, I’ve already assumed human preconceptions have an influence on the animagus form, but I don’t think they could overwrite the animal’s true characteristics. If they could, Padfoot being basically the Grim would mean he’s evil, but he isn’t.

Now that that’s out of the way, what do I mean with “social animals”? Some wild rats teach their young how to open pinecones to get the seeds, which is cute, but there’s something even more amazing: There have been experiments with a trapped rat, and a free rat. The free rat was able to push a button, releasing the trapped one.

It doesn’t stop there; in further experiments, they made it so the rat had to swim to get to the button, which rats normally don’t like. It did so anyway, to help the trapped one. They also put some delicious food out; the free rat often ate some, but not all, before releasing the trapped one, basically sharing the food. Unrelated to that, rats are among the rodents most likely to bond with their owner. Mice, degus (even though they’re adorable), even guinea pigs; some might bond with their owner, but by far not all. And even then, it’s kind of rare they’d want to cuddle - rats do.

And that is supposed to mean “traitor”? Really? Rats get a bad rep, I know, but how can you look at that stuff and decide “Yep, that means someone who can turn into a rat HAS to be evil!”?

So how does it relate to Wormtail? Well, while it’s a movie quote (Sorry - books are longer ago, and I haven’t read them as often as I watched the movies), I distinctly remember someone saying that Peter used to cling to his friends’ coattails, and at least I don’t remember any book quote refuting that. Rats are group animals, they need other rats in order to be happy; suits being a bit clingy with friends, doesn’t it?

Now, of course, rats aren’t the only social animals around. Wolves are probably among the most well-known, but there’s plenty of herd or pack animals. Well, first, I’d throw out the big ones - Wolves, lions, horses, etc. Yes, they’re group animals and need company of their own, too. But can you imagine Wormtail as a lion?

I’m verging into headcanon territory, but I feel like Peter probably lacked self-confidence and self-esteem. James and Sirius were cocky as they could be, and Remus, even though he probably had moments when he doubted himself, still comes across as mostly self-assured. But Peter?

Most big animals aren’t only known for being group animals; they’re also known for things like pride, strength, ferocity. Peter may have wanted to be a big animal to help his friend (yes he was part of the Marauders, another thing I took a long-ass time to accept. He betrayed them later on, but during Hogwarts, they were one group), but his self-doubts might have reflected on his form. What if he messed up? What if he couldn’t keep Moony in check and someone got hurt? As a tiny rat, there would’ve been nothing he could’ve done anyway, right?

Now, even small animals often have groups. Rabbits, guinea pigs, mice, degus... So there’s still lots of options. Some other things rats are known for is curiosity, intelligence, and being survivors.

Let’s start with curiosity. Wormtail was a Marauder. Secret passage? Neat! New path in the forbidden forest? Let’s check it out next full moon with Moony! He wasn’t just an accessory, he was part of the group, so I’m willing to bet he was just as adventurous as the other boys. While my degus are excellent at breaking out of their cage, they also get startled easily, not exactly adventurer material.

Now, intelligence. Okay, I’ll admit, I don’t remember if there were any mentions of Wormtail’s grades, but I remember reading a headcanon that he was the one best at coming up with excuses, and I can believe that, even though I’d guess his grades weren’t too great. He might’ve lacked book smarts, but he probably had a good helping of street smarts; bad application of ‘em, but he managed to frame Sirius for the murder of twelve muggles and then live with a family full of wizards - pretty smart ones, at that! - for a pretty long time. Look me in the eye and tell me that doesn’t require any cunning or intelligence. (I do say my degus are smarter than I am, but nobody knows what they are, and I just can’t imagine a new animagus ending up as an animal they don’t even know)

Last is the survival instinct. Look, talking to Voldy wasn’t noble, but it probably helped Peter’s survival. And, honestly? I have no idea what I would do in that kind of situation. Yeah, it looks like it goes against the social part, but - Does it? Voldy definitely threatened Wormtail’s life, but Wormtail was not alone. They sent his finger to his mother, if I recall correctly; what if Voldy threatened her, too? What if Wormtail had to decide between the lives of James, Lily and Harry, and the lives of his mother and himself? I adore my friends, but even though I hope I’d be able to protect them, I’m not sure if I could. And if my brother’s life was in danger, too, or my parents? I genuinely hope I will never, ever have to make a choice like that, because I couldn’t. I don’t love Peter for what he’s done, but I don’t exactly blame him, either. Fear makes you do weird things.

So, to wrap it up, Peter’s not a rat because he’s a traitor. He’s a rat because he’s social and loves his friends; he’s a rat because he’s curious and loves adventure; he’s a rat because he’s smarter than he thinks, and because he’s a survivor. Good people do bad things under the right kind of pressure, and being threatened with death - your own or a loved ones - is one hell of a pressure.

[pamphletstoinspire]

Catholic Prophecy - Part 11

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De Mediatate Lunae ("From the Midst of the Moon," often translated, "From the Half of the Moon"). The biblical symbolism of the "moon" is "the worldly kingdom" or the "temporal order." This Pope may therefore be elected from the midst of cardinals who are mainly influenced by worldly ideas (social gospel, etc.), or he may be elected at a time when the forces of Satan (the "Prince of this World") have virtual control of the entire earth via their secret government, possibly even influencing the papal election, so that an agent of the world antichrist government is elected Pope. Still another explanation is that he will be a bad Pope, himself influenced and dominated by worldly ideas, and thus do great havoc to the Church. Finally, this enigmatic formula may indicate that during his reign, the Moslem world (the crescent or "half moon") will gain ascendancy and possibly even attack Europe, as Monk Hilarion's prophecy, below, would indicate.

De Lahore Soils ("Of the Labour of the Sun"). This is the same symbol as that of Apocalype 12: 1-5, of a woman clothed with the sun in labor to give birth to a son, who subsequently rules the earth with "a rod of iron." H. B. Kramer, interpreting the Apocalypse in his Book of Destiny, maintains this figure represents a highly disputed papal election (dispute = labor; woman = Church; sun = the light of divine truth).

De Gloria Olivae ("Of the Glory of the Olive Tree"). May refer to the glorious period of peace under the Great King (wherein the Church is consoled and succored as with the balm of the olive), but it may also refer to the rising power of Israel (the Olive).

Petrus Romanus ("Peter the Roman"). The last Pope, whose name will probably be Peter II. This motto is accompanied by a description referring to the last persecutions and to the last judgment.

|j 19. Monk Hilarion (15th century). "Before the Christian churches are reunited and renovated, God will send the Eagle who will travel to Rome and bring much happiness and good.

The Holy Man will bring peace between the clergy and the Eagle, and his reign will last for four years. After his death God will send three men who are rich in wisdom and virtue. They will spread Christianity everywhere. There will be one flock, one shepherd, one faith, one law, one life, and one baptism throughout the world.

"The people of the peninsula of Europe will suffer by needless wars until the Holy Man comes. The Lion will come from

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a high mountain in the enlightened nation. Then will the people of the half-moon of the tribe of Agar overrun many nations towards midnight and commit many atrocities. They will stay three years destroying everything. Yet, in the third year, will one of the unconquerable Eagles who reigns over the enlightened nation between the Rhine and the North sea, with a great army meet them by the mouth of the River Rhine and, in a fearful battle, almost entirely annihilate them."

Comment: This prophecy contains much symbolism and is anything but clear. A few details, however, stand out, and with correlations drawn from other prophecies, it is possible to suggest a tentative explanation: the Eagle, who is also often called the Lion, is the Great King, at first disliked by the Clergy, but who will be supported by the Pope. Of this Pope it is said elsewhere that he will be very holy (hence: "Holy Man"), yet very firm (will rule with u a rod of iron"). He will restore the former disciplines (apparently abolished by a previous Pope), and he will censure the bishops who refuse to submit to his rule. It is under his leadership that the Church will be reborn. He will reign only four years, and three more Popes are to follow him. Then, the scriptural prophecy "one flock, one pope, one faith" will be fulfilled.

Before the reign of the Holy Man, however, Europe — and Italy in particular — will suffer greatly through wars. The Mohammedans will take advantage of the complete anarchy in Europe and invade the land (a great many prophecies say so). But they will eventually be thrown back into the sea by the Great King who comes from the Ardennes, in Belgium (The Ardennes is the cradle of the Capetian Royal family).

|f 20.1 Old English Prophecy (On a tombstone at the Kirby cemetery, Essex).

When pictures look alive, with movements free,

(T.V. and movies)

When ships like fish swim beneath the sea,

(Submarines)

When men outstripping birds can soar the sky,

(Jets and rockets)

Then half the world deep drenched in blood shall die.

|f 20.2

In Germany begins a dance,

22 Catholic Prophecy

Which passeth through Italy, Spain and France.

But England shall pay the piper.

(A 20th-century German prophecy says exactly the same thing: strife will start in Germany, spread to Italy, France and Spain, but England will suffer most.)

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When Our Lady shall lie on Our Lord's lap,

Then England will meet with a strange mishap.

(This seems to refer to a Feast of Our Lady occurring between two Feasts of Our Lord, perhaps a Feast of Mary on Easter Saturday by opposition to Good Friday when Our Lord rested on Mary's lap after the Crucifixion)

|f 21. St. Pius X (20th century). "I saw one of my successors taking to flight over the bodies of his brethren. He will take refuge in disguise somewhere; and after a short retirement he will die a cruel death. The present wickedness of the world is only the beginning of the sorrows which must take place before the end of the world."

|f 22. Pius XII (20th century). u We believe that the present hour is a dread phase of the events foretold by Christ. It seems that darkness is about to fall on the world. Humanity is in the grip of a supreme crisis."

Comment: After quoting St. Pius X and Pius XII, however, it is of some interest to contrast what John XXIII said at the opening of the Second Council of the Vatican:

"We feel we must disagree with those prophets of gloom, who are always forecasting disaster, as though the end of the world was at hand.

'in the present order of things, Divine Providence is leading us to a new order of human relations which, by men's own efforts and even beyond their very expectations, are directed towards the fulfilment of God's superior and inscrutable designs. And everything, even human differences, leads to the greater good of the Church."

Comment: On the strength of this declaration we cannot but observe that John XXIII disagreed with St. Pius X and Pius XII, as well as with all the holy souls who have been granted

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private revelations. Further, we are now to believe that men's efforts will, automatically so to speak, bring about the fulfilment of God's designs, even though men's efforts today are not conspicuously directed to the greater glory of God. I cannot help recalling one of the pet theses of Teilhard de Chardin (whose books were condemned by the Holy Office) which equated human progress (technological or otherwise) with spiritual development. The last sentence of the above passage further aggravates this piece of Teilhardian humanism by claiming that even differences lead to the greater good of the Church. May I suggest that since 1962, when this address was given, the growing differences within the Catholic Church do not appear to have done a lot of good! Karl Marx, to be sure, taught that conflicts and differences always work for the good of the cause concerned, but we were not quite prepared to hear this from the mouth of a Pope. In justice to good Pope John, however, I must add that this opening address was written for him by the then Cardinal Montini.

Let us go back to the safer ground of our prophecies. As you will see in due course, many tell us that men's present efforts will lead the world to chaos and destruction. Biblical  prophecies, too, warn us that the end will be close when men worship the work of their own hands — which is precisely the case today when machines and motor-cars are more important than children, when higher production targets are boldly promoted along with abortion laws.

|| 23. Bishop Christianos Ageda ( 12th century). "In the 20th century there will be wars and fury which will last a long time; whole provinces shall be emptied of their inhabitants, and kingdoms shall be thrown into confusion. In many places the land shall be left untilled, and there shall be great slaughters of the upper class. The right hand of the world shall fear the left, and the north shall prevail over the south/'

jj 24. St. John of the Cleft Rock (14th century). "It is said that twenty centuries after the Incarnation of the Word, the Beast in its turn shall become man. About the year 2000 A.D., Antichrist will reveal himself to the world."

1f 25. Sister Bouquillion (19th century). "The beginning of the end shall not come in the 19th century, but in the 20th for sure."

|j 26. Old Saxon Prophecy. "The seven-headed city, now

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more admirable than Jerusalem, shall be a place more desolate than Jerusalem. The Dog shall enter Germany but shall afterwards forsake his master and choose for himself a new man, whereby Scripture shall be fulfilled. This Dog shall signify the Turk which shall forsake his Mohammed and choose unto him the name Christian, which is a sign the day of doom is at hand, when all the earth is subject unto God, or that all people acknowledge one only God. The Fleur-de-Lys (lily) and France shall live long at variance, but at last agree. Then shall the clear Word spring forth and flourish throughout the world.

"But after all these things the end of the world shall approach, and there shall be heavy and pitiful days."

Comment: The seven-headed city is probably Rome (septicolis — seven hills). Other prophecies predict that it will be looted and destroyed by the Mohammedans, who will go as far as Germany where, as we have seen, they will be defeated by the Great King. The King will cross the seas and carry the war into Arab lands, which will eventually bring about the conversion of the Mohammedans. France will be without a monarchy for a long time, but it will be finally restored and, as a result, French thinkers will spread words of truth and wisdom (instead of errors and follies). All these things will take place during the reign of the Great European and Christian King, shortly before the coming of Antichrist and the end of the world (See previous prophecies in this respect).

|| 27. Old German Prophecy. "When the world becomes godless, revolutions will break out against kings. Fathers will fight their sons, and the sons their fathers. The doctrine will be perverted, and they will try to overthrow the Catholic Church.

Men will be pleasure-loving. A terrible war will find the North fighting the South. The South will be led by a Prince wearing a white coat with a cross on the front; he will be lame afoot.

He will gather his forces at Bremen for Mass. Then he will lead them into battle beyond Woerl near the birch-tree country (Westphalia). After a terrible battle at a brook running eastwards near Berdberg and Sondern, the South will be victorious.

Comment: This prophecy does not contradict Bishop Ageda's quoted earlier. For the North will be victorious at first (See St. Methodius and Pius IX above). Note, too, the

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prediction about the perversion of doctrine in the Catholic Church, which is the case today, especially since the introduction of the New Order of the Mass (Novus Ordo Missae) which has given official status to earlier anti-Catholic trends.

Again, the overthrow of the Catholic Church has now become a very real threat with the existence of IDO-C to which many priests belong.

This prophecy mentions also the Prince who will be "lame afoot." He is none other than the Great King to-be. His lameness is also referred to by Sister Anne Catherine Emmerich in a 19th-century prophecy which we shall see later. This Prince, or King, whose arrival is foretold in a large number of prophecies, will engage the enemy although his forces will be greatly outnumbered. He will first take his troops to Mass and, with the help of God, he will throw back the enemy. The battle described above is that of the "Birch-tree," well known by all students of private prophecies and described in many prophecies. It will be fought mainly against Russian and East German troops. The King's troops will be mainly made up of Spanish, Italian, Austrian and French soldiers. All these precisions may well seem incredible, but that is what the prophecies say. The reader may not believe it all (but, please, spare me the disgrace of thinking that I am making up stories, for I am only relating what I have read).

The American reader may wonder why American troops have nowhere been mentioned so far. Indeed, except for a few prophecies mentioning rather vaguely some overseas soldiers who may or may not be Americans, the presence of the U.S.A. in Western Europe is nowhere clearly indicated in the hagiographical prophecies that I know of. There is some reason to believe that the U.S.A. will have its hands full in the Far-East, and will also have to deal with serious civil strife at home. This may explain why the U.S.A. will not intervene in Western Europe at the beginning. It must also be borne in mind that the coming disaster (which I purposely do not call World War III) is not likely to start with a conventional  foreign invasion, but rather internally through civil war and revolution. In this case, American intervention would be very unlikely indeed.

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       HEADCANON 003   /     ′ SEA MONSTERS AND DEAD BROTHERS ′         v2, remade.

i think we can draw two really important ( and the only ties to a mythology other than the greek ) paralels between leviathan’s story and the hebrew mythology --- his first name and the tale of his brother’s tragic death. as i didn’t like the first version of the headcanon because it was written in a hurry, i’d rather write another one to bring on not only missing points, but clarify other things.

      PART 001   /     ′ LEVIATHAN, לִוְיָתָן, LIVYATAN    ′

poseidon named the boy leviathan mainly because the monster is not only a symbol of destruction or the judaic mythos ( this factor, when it came to choosing the name, was almost non-existant ), but also a symbol of power and control. in the torah, he is described in detail through job 41:1-34: ‘behold, the hope of him is in vain; shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him?’ also, in psalm 74, yahweh is said to ‘break the heads of Leviathan in pieces’ before giving his flesh to the people of the wilderness. also in psalm, but in 104, god is praised for having made all things, including Leviathan, and in isaiah 27:1, he is called the ‘tortuous serpent’ who will be killed at the end of time. the leviathan is also perceived as an enemy to israel ( against, of course, god ), and parallels with the egyptian apep and it’s contest against horus.

why does it parallel to levi’s story ?? well, he’ll be killed in the end of times, by someone who helds courage and the right blade. he went around the world, such as the monster itself --- ending up on his home, israel/freiburg, where he’d lose the battle for life. also, poseidon himself ( at least my interpretation ) is incredibly fond of hobbes’s book, leviathan, and his government idea. he wanted his son to be strong and great, such as the creature --- whose simple mention of his name would make the others tremble. unfortunately, it didn’t happen that way.

     PART 002   /     ′ THE MARK OF CAIN, THE CURSE OF FEAR    ′

as i stated in the previous post, there is a paralel between the twin brothers, leviathan and wolfgang. while, as cain, the first was more connected to the land where he lived, the place where he was raised. meanwhile, wolfgang didn’t have the same feeling --- he was born to conquer the world, to be a shepherd around the sheep of the olympians ( by that, i mean the warriors ). it’s important to state that the twins shared the same illnesses: autism, dyslexia, adhd and depression, the main difference being that the latter knew exactly ( because of the responsibility he was given from a young age ) how to act allistic enough to pass as a neurotypical, while levi had more difficulties masking everything. hence why the ‘weak vs strong’ thing has nothing with his illnesses, but more with their personalities. while wolfgang fits the son of zeus trope, leviathan is far from the percy jackson standards, and that’s what i wanted to happen. the twins were something really special, and even the moirai had talked about them before --- in their view, they’d be the ones to crash the axe in the war to come.

but, coming back to the mark of cain, it’s clear that the gods demanded a sacrifice --- just as yahweh himself had demanded the older brother. the sacrifice was, to levi, leaving his home and his foundations, losing the routine he was adapted to and needing to fight. it wasn’t accepted. he was perceived as weak, just as his mother once had been. while wolfgang, he had been accepted. he’d lead the army of the olympians, he’d be the hero. the promissed hero. during a battle, leviathan was captured, and it twisted all of the plans upside down.

during his time in buchenwald, leviathan was called in two different ways --- and none were his actual name. he suppressed, due to the heavy trauma he went through, his own memories --- all he remembered were flashes of a distant time, a distant time where he had a happy family. it was small, but it was all they had got. there, in the KZ, there was no space for happiness and love --- only pain and torture. on 1944, a new doctor arrived in the camp: his name was doctor heinz schneider, and leviathan, as a lab rat, was given to him so he could make his experiences.

but, even though common knowledge hinted that he was nothing but a regular german man, he was, indeed, a son of phobos that had left the gods. his experiences where greater than any scientific method could provide: it involved power. he knew exactly who could win that war and be the greatest hero, and it was one of the two twins. and the daemon was on his side. he knew he couldn’t kill leviathan if he didn’t put his hands in the pegasus, which was on poseidon’s side. after multiple sessions, he found out the boy’s true fear: the fear of loss. more specifically, the loss of his younger brother, the son of zeus. if he could find a way to extinguish the life of wolfgang, he’d kill leviathan in the inside.

it was during a ‘nightmare’ that everything happened --- the killing of wolfgang sulzbach ended up being seen as a natural death, mainly because there was no cut or signs of fighting, neither had he had signs of poison in his dead corpse. he bled from inside out, as if he had been bruised on the inside. this happened because, when leviathan’s soul, during one of heinz’s abusive ‘therapies’, it found wolfgang’s. the one of the latter was going back to his body after one of his many wolf dreams, and it would have if it hadn’t met with levi’s. in a hug, he killed wolfgang, his 00003 mark seeming to be alive, to be the weapon of destruction dr. heinz schneider and phobos needed. after the killing of his brother, leviathan had been marked: a ‘קַ’ was set under the drei mark, and it prevented him from being killed, such as cain’s. he isn’t immortal, he is just waiting for the right person to kill him --- the one that’ll ignore the subconscious warnings and swing the sword through his bony body. 

he’ll wait.

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Just a few notes about the background if you don't know what the hell they are:

Gordon

- has a piano to represent him being a song writer plus obviously he knows how to play it.

- hearts and notes represent the song "Heart and Music".

- frogs represent Mr. Bungee.

- the weird zig zags can mean either "Trouble In His Brain" or of course he has a brain problem.

- the book represents his book collection.

Roger

- the sailboat means his fondness for sailing or "I'd Rather Be Sailing".

- the stars and planets represent "A Really Lousy Day In the Universe" and idk why.

- the money represents him giving Lisa some cash in both in "Roger Has Arrived" and "A Really Lousy Day In The Universe".

- the wavy lines represent the breeze.

Rhoda

- the food tossed up from the side is meant to represent the food she ordered in the restaurant in the A New Brain OBC which is goat cheese salad (I think?).

- glasses are her glasses.

- her phone buzzing is meant to represent the constant usage of her phone throughout the musical.

- the frogs are for Mr. Bungee.

- those weird circles near the frogs are supposed to represent her those weird anime sweat things in where when you're nervous it appears on your face..? Idk.

- the lilypads are also for Mr. Bungee but it's also just to use lilypads from her line "it's a rocky road from lilypads to where you want to get to dear...".

- a bonus for the drawing itself, her phone case has Mr. Bungee on it.

Mimi

- the notes followed by a "..." represents her song "The Music Still Plays On".

- the gloves represent her gloves from "Throw It Out".

- the weird horse things above represent the horses of their past.

- the phone is to represent her calling Gordon in "The Middle of the Room (Part 1)”.

- right next to the phone it's also supposed to represent something from the same song where she's standing in the middle of the road, hence the smol cars.

Mr. Bungee

- it's hard to see but the top of his scooter seen in the first song is there.

- the music notes represents basically him as a singing kiddy frog.

- the mail, the dog, and the feet with does represent the lines from "Be Polite to Everyone" where he goes "be polite to the mailman, be polite to the bulldog down the street, be polite to [something I forgot] when he measures your feet!"

Nancy

- the hearts are there for no reason in particular.

- the weird pickle shaped thing is a smile.

- the thing next to the heart is calamari because in the OBC Nancy was played by the same person who played the waitress. The first scene was removed in the revival.

- the sun is meant to represent that she's the one who greets Gordon every morning, I guess? I kinda just liked the sun being there.

- below the sun it looks like lines but it's a stethoscope.

Richard

- the fly coming out of his wallet represents him being poor.

- the sponge represents the sponge baths he does, then the water could represent the sponge's water or his sweat in the line "plus, have you noticed I sweat?".

- then the dog next to him is a German Shepherd named Rin Tin Tin who he references he eats like. He's a popular dog actor so basically he's saying he eats like a dog.

Jafar

- the house represents him watching Fun Home with his family.

- the drill represents the drill he used shown before the operation starts.

- the brain represents his brain chart of course.

- the phone represents the constant phone interruptions he has. (damn Bill Finn you write a lot of bad doctors).

- a bonus is that his phone case has red blood cells on it.

The Minister

- the thing beside his head represents half of a cross since he's not Jewish? I think? Right?

- the hearts and music notes represent his parts in the song "Heart and Music".

- the paper that says "YES" represents both his line "stories of yes-es" and Gordon saying yes to the craniotamy.

Lisa

- the money represents the change she gets but never the correct change she needs.

- the bandage coming out of someone's head represents her as she pulls the bandage off of Gordon's head twice.

- the shoes represents the line "I need new shoes..." from that song with a long title.

- the book that says "2 bucks" means the books she sold for two bucks in "Homeless Lady's Revenge".

- it's hard to tell but near the bottom right it shows the top of her trolley.

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100 Fantasy Male Names With Meaning

Fantasy Male Names With Meaning: When expecting, the first thing one wants is to find the right name for their little one. This task becomes stressful with over a million options to choose from, finding the one that best fits the requirements. Names are known to be personality predictors, identifying the kind of shortcomings or successes a person would face just by it.

The name that your child gets shapes the pattern of their life, not just in terms of their personality, but also how a person is perceived. Surprisingly, just like for fashion, there seem to be baby name trends as well. The recent trend calls for unique baby names, shifting away from the more common ones. The best way to find one is to go wild and creative when picking one.

What Are Some Of The Best Male Fantasy Names?

Here are some tips for choosing the right baby name:

Choose wisely, making sure it is a name that will be easier to pronounce.

Get to know the meaning of the name before picking it.

Get inspired by your favorite TV show, Novel or Character and name your child after them.

Shortlist the names to make it easier to choose from.

If you are fond of middle names and want to give your child one, make sure it goes well with their first name.

Make sure your child does not grow up to hate it.

↓ 100. Punnuh

The character Punnuh belongs to a very famous South Asian folklore, a love story between Sassui and Punnuh. The story was about a wife ready to face any hardship to meet her husband.

↓ 99. Conan

Conan The Barbarian is a fictional hero that has been adapted to novels and screenplays. He is a sword and sorcery hero created by Robert Howard. In Celtic, the name means High and wise.

↓ 98. Aladdin

The famous story of Aladdin was actually inspired by the original Arab tale which was included in One Thousand and One Nights, a collection of tales. The name is usually chosen by Muslims meaning Nobility of Islamic Faith.

↓ 97. Ged

Introduced in A Wizard of Earthsea, Ged is first portrayed as an arrogant boy who grows into a wise and powerful magician.

↓ 96. Darth

One of the most famous Star Wars characters, Darth Vader was penned down by George Lucas who explained that Darth was a version of dark while Vader is another word for Father.

↓ 95. Sokka

From a children’s cartoon Avatar, Sokka was a warrior and a great one at that and also helped strategize during wars.

↓ 94. Floki

Flóki Vilgerðarson was a part of the Vikings and the first one to aim to sail towards Iceland. Gustaf Skarsgård plays the character on screen. In Norse, the name means Heroic Viking.

↓ 93. Aang

Aang or the Avatar is another Cartoon based fictional character who was a kind and goofy person even after facing a number of overwhelming losses. The name means both calm and to rise.

↓ 92. Peter

Despite being a common and sober name, Peter is a childhood favorite and has been inspired by Peter Pan. The meaning of Peter is to fade away gradually.

↓ 91. Aryan

Coming from Sanskrit, the name Aryan means noble or high. It has been used in the Sanskrit literature in the form of Arya or Aryan to describe one who commits noble deeds.

↓ 90. Ben

Obi-Wan or Ben Kenobi is another Star Wars character that you could name your little one after. Ben means a high mountain peak.

↓ 89. Lancelot

Lancelot is a part of the Arthurian Legend and is a knight of the Round Table. He was one of the most trusted knights and was known to be handsome. In French the name means Servant.

↓ 88. Oberyn

Known for his fighting skills and temperament, Oberyn Martell was a prince in Game of Thrones.

↓ 87. Malfoy

Draco Malfoy is a popular fictional character and a favorite among both children and adults alike. The character is a part of JK Rowling’s famous Harry Potter. Malfoy in French means bad faith while Draco was a cruel ruler of Athens.

↓ 86. Asriel

Asriel has been a part of the bible and also has a Hebrew origin meaning the Right of God. On the other hand, Lord Asriel is a character in His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman.

↓ 85. Fyn

The name has Scottish origins and means “Fair-haired Warrior”. Huckleberry Finn has been a great part of literature through the novel Adventures of the Huckleberry Finn, giving all the more reasons to name your little one that.

↓ 84. Achilles

A Greek hero of the Trojan, Achilles was known for his courage and loyalty.

↓ 83. Derek

There should not be a reason for your little one to be called McDreamy, right? Who does not love Dr. Shepherd of Grey’s Anatomy? Another great reason is that it means the gifted ruler.

↓ 82. Sauron

The main character of Lord of the Rings, he was one of the most trusted of servants.

↓ 81. Odin

Belonging to the German Mythology, Odin is a respected God.

↓ 80. Mahiwal

Sohni Mahiwal is another tragic play of South Asia, specifically Pakistan. The story is of how Sohni swam each night to meet her lover across the river. Mahiwal means buffalo herder and was the name of Sohni’s lover.

↓ 79. Roland

From The Dark Towers Series, Roland Deschain was a gunslinger. He put himself at risk to protect those around him and was great at hunting. The name means famous land.

↓ 78. Angel

Confused how this one made to the list? Well, it is not a female name anymore as seen in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. David Boreanaz plays the character on screen and is quite loved.

↓ 77. Logan

The name has been quite a popular one and was ranked at #21 during 2012. Logan is Wolverine of X-men, while the name essentially means hollow.

↓ 76. Ilynbig

If you are a huge fan of warriors and knights and would not mind naming your son after one, this name seems like quite a unique one.

↓ 75. Majnu

Majnu refers to someone having an unsound mind and is used to refer to people who are deeply and madly in love. The reference to it comes from a Persian narrative dated back to 7th Century of Laila and Majnu which has been called as the Romeo and Juliet of the Eastern Region.

↓ 74. Apollo

The famous Greek God of music, art, law, beauty and more was named Apollo. He was born to Zeus and Leto and was also known as the God of sun and light. The name means strength and Father Lion.

↓ 73. Jon Snow

Pronounced as John, the name has a super cool backstory to it. We bet your kid would grow to love, especially for its association with Game of Thrones.

↓ 72. Bjorn

Vikings is a historical drama series set between Denmark and Sweden. Bjorn Ironside is one of the first rulers of Munsö Dynasty. The name means bear, the animal.

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↓ 71. Romeo

The name that surely needs no explanation, right? The famous Shakespeare play of Romeo and Juliet is acclaimed worldwide. The name Romeo basically means The Pilgrim to Rome.

↓ 70. Aasimar

Descended from angels and celestials, Aasimar is a race of creatures in the Dungeons and Dragons.

↓ 69. Claudius

A Roman emperor, Claudius was an efficient ruler. Additionally, in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, King Claudius was a primary antagonist.

↓ 68. Othello

One of Shakespeare’s famous plays, it is based on the themes of jealousy, love, and betrayal.

↓ 67. Joey

If you want your kid to grow up having the best sense of humor and a group of cool friends, you could totally consider this name. The name means a young child in Australian origin.

↓ 66. Jack

The character played by Johnny Depp in the Pirates of the Caribbeans, it is also an important card, ranked below the Queen.

↓ 65. Gandalf

From the Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, Gandalf is a wizard considered the wisest.

↓ 64. Han

Looks like the Star War characters are definitely making it to the list of fantasy male names. This one means a gift from God.

↓ 63. Sheldon

If you have watched the Big Band Theory, you surely know how smart Sheldon Cooper is. The name means a steep-sided valley.

↓ 62. Homer

Ensure your kid’s sense of humor by naming him behind one of the best Simpson characters.

↓ 61. Caesar

Belonging to the Roman Empire, Julius Caesar was quite a well-known ruler of his time. He has been portrayed in the five series of novels called Emperor. The name itself means hairy which has been derived from Latin.

↓ 60. Abdel-Malik

Mentioned in the Quran, Malik is one of the names of Allah meaning The King. Hence, the child should be named Abdel-Malik meaning the King’s Servant.

↓ 59. Frodo

Frodo was the name of the protagonist in the famous Lord of the Rings meaning wise.

↓ 58. Daryl

If you have watched the Walking Dead, you will surely want to consider this one. It definitely has a cool sound to it and means dearly loved.

↓ 57. Rory

Rory Williams was the Eleventh Doctor in Doctor Who. The name means the Red-Haired King.

↓ 56. Elliot

From the Law & Order, Elliot Stabler is an investigator. The name has been derived from Elijah who was a Prophet chosen by God.

↓ 55. Tyrion

Portrayed by Peter Dinklage, the character is one of the most loved Games of Thrones Characters. It means from the Land of Eoghan.

↓ 54. Jibril

Mentioned in the Holy Quran, Jibril is a name given to an Angel who would be sent with revelations.

↓ 53. Ross

Remember Rachel and him? The name has a Gaelic origin meaning headland.

↓ 52. Hermes

Not like the brand, but rather the God from Greek Mythology who was the God of trades, commerce and more.

↓ 51. Joffrey

Joffrey, better known as Joffrey Baratheon has been played in A Clash of Kings and A Storm of Swords, however, the more popular portrayal is in the Game of Thrones. In German it means God’s peace.

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↓ 50. Yunus

The name has been mentioned in the Quran referring to Prophet Yunus, while the name has a Hebrew origin meaning Dove.

↓ 49. Lelouch

A prince in the Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion series, Lelouch has the power of the Geass. In French, it means Red lamp.

↓ 48. Aragorn

Another one from the Lord of the Rings, the name means unexplained.

↓ 47. Chandler

If you have watched Friends and have loved it as much as, you could name your child after one of the characters. The name refers to someone who deals in equipment.

↓ 46. Zeus

Here is another Greek God name that is quite a popular baby boy name as well. According to Greek Mythology, Zeus was the highest of all Gods. The root meaning is that to shine but another meaning is that of the sky.

↓ 45. Khal

From an American Fantasy novel, Khal means a sovereign leader.

↓ 44. Casper

The name has been traced to Christian tradition and was also used as a personal name by the Chaldeans. However, it is also said to be a Persian name. The name also came to be known after its use in the comic film, Casper – The Friendly Ghost. The traditional meaning of the name defines it as ‘Treasurer’.

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↓ 43. Patrick

Want your kid to be as funny as Patrick Star, name him after the character which means noble.

↓ 42. Stewie

From the family guy, Stewie is a super hilarious character. The name refers to someone who may be spiritually intense.

↓ 41. Fox

Agent Fox Mulder is a fictional character played in X-files and refers to a dog-like animal.

↓ 40. Humbert

From Nabokov’s novel Lolita, Humbert was the narrator and Professor. The name has a German origin meaning bright warrior.

↓ 39. Victor

The dictionary defines Victor as someone who defeats an enemy. Victor was the main character in Shelley’s novel Frankenstein.

↓ 38. Xavier

Pronounced as Zay-vee-ir, the name is known to have different versions and origins of it. It has originated from Spanish and Arab roots and means bright or splendid. The name was part of the Marvel Comics as the character Professor X or Professor Charles Xavier.

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↓ 37. Albus

If you have read Harry Potter, you must be familiar with Dumbledore. Albus has a Latin meaning which is bright.

↓ 36. Ali Baba

From the famous Arab tale Ali Baba and the 40 thieves, Ali Baba was a woodcutter who had learned the secret of the thieves. Ali in Arabic means High or Elevated.

↓ 35. Nuh

This is a Quranic name for boys and refers to one of the Prophets. It has derived from Noah and means rest.

↓ 34. Cullen

Cullen gained popularity when it was used in the Twilight series which was penned down by Stephanie Meyer. The name essentially means handsome and rightly so.

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↓ 33. Nigel

A wizard from Harry Potter, the name means champion.

↓ 32. Ferthgil

The name, meaning Thunder, is that of a Realm of Wonder character.

↓ 31. Parson

This name refers to the Servant of a priest.

↓ 30. Albert

Someone who is bright.

↓ 29. Barney

The name denotes strength, especially that of a bear.

↓ 28. Calvin

A hyperactive, comic character, the name means the little bald one.

↓ 27. Hugo

A Harry Potter Character. Hugo – Mind.

↓ 26. Spike

A vampire on the show Buffy, the name means a pointed end.

↓ 25. Walter

From Breaking Bad, the name denotes ruler of the army.

↓ 24. Robin

The name is that of a bird and refers to the character Robin Hood.

↓ 23. Sylvester

Remember the sneaky cat? Sylvester means wild in Latin.

↓ 22. Eli

According to the Books of Samuel, Eli was a spiritual figure, a High Priest responsible for delivering God’s messages. The name Eli means ascent and has a Hebrew origin.

↓ 21. Oliver

Meaning the Olive Tree, Oliver Twist is a famous English Novel.

↓ 20. James Bond

James – one who follows.

↓ 19. Donald

Donalds or Great Chief is a children’s favorite cartoon character.

↓ 18. Harry

Harry is another form of the name Henry and is also used to address Prince Henry, Duke of Sussex. Despite being named Henry Charles Albert David, he is more commonly known as Prince Harry. Additionally, the name is also used in of JK Rowling’s fictional series called Harry Potter. The meaning of it is of someone with power or a ruler.

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↓ 17. Paladin

Paladin or the twelve peers were warriors of the Charlemagne court. The name essentially means servant or government official.

↓ 16. Dexter

Originally a surname referring to one who dyes.

↓ 15. Gai

How about a short and simple name? It is half for Gai-Jin, which in Japanese means foreigner. Gai-Jin was the title of a James Clavell novel. Another meaning of the name Gai is Valley and has a Hebrew origin.

↓ 14. Mike

A Twilight character, the name means Gift from God.

↓ 13. Yuvan

Here is another name derived from Sanskrit epic and is another name of Lord Shiva. The name means strong, healthy and young.

↓ 12. Jacob

From the Twilight series, Jacob was a shape-shifter. In the Old Testament, Jacob is the son of Isaac.

↓ 11. Karin

With a name having a literal meaning that of pure, why would it not be a great pick?

↓ 10. Emmett

Emmett Cullen was another Twilight character. The name means strong, tall and powerful.

↓ 9. Bastian

A character in The Neverending Story, Bastian means Man of Sebastian.

↓ 8. Kush

Kush has been derived from the name Kusha, who was the son of Rama and Sita in Ramayana, a Sanskrit epic.

↓ 7. Atreyu

Found in a German novel, the name means son of all.

↓ 6. Zile

A character in Fire Emblem, the name Zile has an Indian origin meaning District.

↓ 5. Ubba

Ubba was a 9th Century Viking and the name has been derived from Latin which means city dweller. The character has been portrayed in a number of modern fiction.

↓ 4. Oskar

From the 2005 novel “Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close”, it means God Spear.

↓ 3. Sherlock

A name that needs no introduction. Played by Benedict Cumberbatch, Sherlock is a person that solves mysteries.

↓ 2. Arlo

A name meaning troops or army, Arlo was a character in the series Justified, played by Raymond Barry.

↓ 1. Luke

Started from humble beginnings, Luke became one the best Jedi. The name means “From Lucania”.

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My furry family ❤

The first picture is of my cat, Flame. It has been almost 3 years since she died, and I still miss her to this day.

The second picture is of my dog, thunder. He is about six years old, and has more energy than a kid hyped up on sugar and caffeine. I guess I caught him mid-bark lol.

The third picture is of one of my other cats named Cutes. I found her sitting out on my front porch when I was six years old. I originally freaked out because there was this small, underfed, two year old kitty sitting calmly next to our German shepherd who was just looking at the cat like "who you be, smolish fluf? I am big pupper that watches humans." Eventually, my mom decided I could keep the cat, since I had just turned six. I also had the liberty of naming the poor thing, hence the name Cutes. She is about 15 years old in this picture.

The next picture is of my sister-in-law's derpy cat named Gino. He likes to pretend he has been petrified by a basilisk and trying to scare off the mailman with his intense kitty stare.

And the last picture is one of my dog, Panther. She is a black German shepherd, and is about 10 years old. She is adorable and loves to play. Despite the fact that my mom says that she's getting old, she will still try to jump on you and lick your face off.

And those aren't the only members of my furry family. I will have another post coming soon about My Furry Family part 2. I will also be doing a My Feathered Family in the near future.

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Day 0: The pooch

Welcome to the documentation of my conversations with my dog, Sailou. I hope this website can serve as a case study for people who are dealing with grumpy, sophisticated and complex pooches. To all of you out there with similar situations, I need to stress more then ever that though they could be very condescending and full of themselves, they are dogs too, and sometimes they just need someone to dominate and release their ever-complicated emotions.

Sailou (細佬）means little brother or little kid in Cantonese. Never really understood why he picked that name, but hey, who am I to judge?

Of course, with case studies, it is important to allow the readers to understand the context of things. Sailou is currently 56 years old, and in his life he’s only had one girlfriend. Sally was her name, a nice poodle like him. He also has a few siblings, but being the eldest child, he often feels like he has to take on a lot of responsibilities, like acting tough in front of Honey, the German Shepherd (”she’s actually really attractive.” -Sailou).

Now, his siblings are grown and living in different parts of the world, but they still try to keep in contact. Of course, they’re not young bucks anymore, so their understanding of technology is not very good.

As you read on, you will certainly learn more about this dog and love him as I have fallen in love with his personality.

Sailou has always been a lonely dog, which may have led to symptoms like:

- his constant arguments with the neighbors (like Honey),

- being overweight,

- obsession with toys,

- arguments with the dad,

- being a dick,

and more. Hence this case study was made to study and monitor his well being, and of course, to contribute to the large canon of case studies on complex, always-complaining dogs.

Let us begin.