#borzois man i love these dogs

[biblioklept-writes]

okay but what if Modern!Aemond would have a borzoi?

the long white hair serves Targaryen realness lol

gods, i love these long-faced horse-puppies, so adorable

also, on a side note, borzois were initially bred as hunting dogs and are from the family (?class, idk the proper biological term) of hounds and are similar to greyhounds and have an intense bite force. Its a good thing they are fiercely loyal and are now tame and used as show dogs.

so imagine pristine Aemond and his impeccable borzoi called Vhagar.

cut to Aegon and his messy Labrador retriever pup, Sunfyre, playing in the mud and all dirty

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Dog Meshi.

[theborzoiarebackintown]

There’s a reason borzoi aren’t supposed to have prick ears

[moonstruckdraws]

Vera. Vera! VERA!!

yeah yes okay, hello. I must ramble, please & thank you. I love this. Helli those head references worked like a dream because my stars do I love these sketches.

okok, there's not much content & info about Vera, but it's enough to work with & for me to make theories & headcanons for. And while Helli is resting, I am making it my personal mission to make content of my now favorite oc of Helli's.

I've always loved her when I first stumbled upon her when browsing through older post you've made. I don't say gorgeous often because I use it to describe something in the highest regard & man is Vera FRICKEN GORGEOUS! STARS

So Vera is a therapist (dog) & also one of Big Mama's exes. Vera learns that Big Mama was using her to gain information on her clients. We don't know how she found out of her reaction, but I do know she likes ball dancing. Since Big Mama also dances & hosts parties, I'd imagine she & Vera would dress up for the occasion. Maybe Vera was looking for Big Mama during a party & overhears her true intentions. I don't know how Vera would react (like if she's more of the shocked type, crying while running away type, etc) so I went with bitter frustration after crying for maybe 10 minutes.

In this image, it shows her after the fact, deciding to be bitter for the rest of the night. She avoids Big Mama as much as possible, eventually winding down in a more secluded part of the hotel with some wine. Spilling it on the furniture.

I just wanted to draw her in these dresses I have saved in pinterest lol. Maybe a previous dress she wore on a date with Big Mama? idk. Or maybe the first nicer dress she's worn since learning the truth. She doesn't strike me as the type to go out partying her sorrows away, maybe the night bars she goes to sometimes, but no place that required her to dress nicely. (Also Vera is just stunning in all colors. I didn't even mean to use the color of the dresses to imply emotions lmao, but it happened. She's so cute!!)

Drew something to fill up the page, as you do, & thought of her job as a therapist. And like most office spaces, has a receptionist. And yes, her name is Karen & is indeed one. She's so much of a headache that Vera would need to get to work early to avoid passing her at the front desk. She already has to deal with her while leaving, she doesn't need it at the start of the day.

I adore her, I love her, I love her greatly, she's usurped the rest by miles & I mean MILES. Thank you dear Helli for the head references, I can draw her now. I will draw her until my hands break. I am her biggest fan, no contest, & will challenge those who claim the first title I've ever clamed lmao. If there's no content of her, I'll be the one to make it. STARS SHE'S FUCKING GORGEOUS

[bas-rouge]

I think I can swing that Labour Day weekend show. I know it's pretty far but since it's a long weekend I can probably make a weekend trip out of it, plus it's at the beginning of the semester which is probably the best time to do something. I say "pretty far" like I don't semi-regularly drive 3 hour round trips for local shows and this would only be a 4 hour round trip for two days, but it seems sort of annoying when we could be making a fun weekend out of it.

But yk, as always, lmk if anyone happens to be attending any confo shows in Colorado. Chances are I'll be around.. 👀

[mechawolfie]

gasp *slams fists on table* WOLFWOOD AS A DEER

[corvidares]

you know what, i've sent this list to a couple friends at this point so i might as well make it a post -

ACE ATTORNEY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

(all mostly sfw) (i'll make a separate list of nsfw ones) in no particular order, besides the first few!

Pressure (pushing down on me) - genuinely the best ace attorney fic i've read. between the characterization, expansion of plotbeats, the prose, etc. Pressure elaborates on and reinterprets canon scenes taking place in the main trilogy. Obviously narumitsu flavored. CANNOT RECOMMEND THIS ENOUGH.

Kindred - my FAVORITE, genuinely a comfort fic i've reread at least three times. miles adopts Pess, a borzoi dog tied to a murder case. very narumitsu flavored

Indefensible - also HIGH up there as a favorite, a very robust murder case with fantastic characterization across the board. it's got narumitsu, it's got franmaya, it's got drama. everything you need. there IS a few sex scenes, but the author warns you in the chapter descriptions if thats not your thing.

continued....

take it like a man - light angst centered on phoenix, and suit shopping. it's good

New Digs - really well written oneshot highlighting maya's ptsd, which we don't do enough of as a fandom btw

you still love him (but she does too) - classic case 3-5 hospital scene, very beautifully written

i didn't know how so we took it in turns (to my surprise we found my words) - narumitsu hurt/comfort focused on miles' ptsd

the soul truth (and nothing but the the truth) - FRANMAYA CENTRIC MULTI CHAPTER!!! WOOHOO. a really very good case fic :]

Triple Blind Taste Test - this is a oneshot about fran being autistic and struggling with food texture, which makes Me Personally feel very seen

to know gifts given - miles and pearl bonding, very cute :'D

the patience of little great things - trucy sickfic, miles does the Most to help phoenix take care of her.

[cryptidcr3ature]

Van der Linde gang and what dog breed I’d recommend them.

Dutch: Caviler King Charles Spaniel. He doesn’t seem like the kind of person who wants a hiking dog or something super high maintenance. Sure grooming might be a factor but personality wise, it’s the dog that’ll sit there, look pretty, and not really worry about anything.

Hosea: English Setter. He would do great with a hunting dog and based off the way he hunts, he’d do better with a setter. He’d also like the sweet demeanor of the breeds standard.

Arthur: Labrador. I can imagine Arthur and his dog playing together for hours. Everything about Arthur reminds me of a lab.

John: Australian Cattle Dog. Unlike the others, John has an interesting lifestyle for a dog. I believe grooming may be more of a chore to him, but he wouldn’t mind running around with a dog for a while. I also think he’d like the guard dog aspect of a Heeler.

Javier: Scottish terrier. I feel like he’d like a little dog with an attitude problem. He’d like the independent and confident personality and the grooming challenge of the dog.

Charles: Newfoundland. He spends a lot of time alone and is more reserved than most,so I think he needs a more mellow dog. Its large size would also help protect him while alone. I also can just see Charles with a big fluffy dog.

Bill: Schnauzer. I could see him with any size, but I think Bill would thrive with one of those stubborn ass dogs. They are so loyal and so protective, but so stubborn (I’ve had 4 schnauzers in my lifetime, I love them but you can’t tell them no). He also thinks the beard makes them look more manly.

Lenny: Standard Poodle. I think Lenny would love a poodle for its intelligence. He’d have it trained to follow his every command, but also that dog would be so spoiled. Lenny would just carry it around like a little dog because he would kill a man for his puppy.

Sean: Australian shepherd. He needs a dog as wild as him. The mischief they would get into would make a nun cry. However, aussies are super smart and Sean and Lenny would compete in which dog was smarter.

Trelawny: Borzoi. He needs a dramatic ass dog. They’re beautiful and so fast, but not known to be the most intelligent of dogs. All the love to my noodle dogs though. :)

Pearson: Lhasa Apso. He needs a crusty little dog to sleep while he makes food, and then sit on his lap while he sits by the fire. Just a throw rug of a dog.

Micah: AKITA! Mean sons of bitches. They are aggressive, but loyal. Micah would like the fact it would only like him.

Reverend Swanson: Chihuahua. He needs a nervy little purse dog.

I’ll make a separate part for the girlies. :)

[ryemackerel]

i love c! tntduo so much. quackity has this 6 foot tall zombie girlfriend who leans her head on his shoulder a lot and she literally craves attention and physical affection everywhere he goes. quackity doesnt pay attention to wilbur for 10 seconds and she immediately lays her head on his legs, literally looks up at him and gives that very funny borzoi look,,, when borzois look up with their silly dog eyes,, pathetic man. /pos

quackity is so busy with work and then he sees wilbur text him a bajillion times and is like. “*sighs* ughhhh, fine ill give you attention..” UGH I LOVE MAKING HEADCANONS FOR SPECIFICALLY THESE TWO they are my one and onlys

[the-clay-quarters]

Okay this took me three days bcus I spent Way too long thinking about it but! here's my guys in @t6fs' template!

The only bit of this that was left blank for non character reasons is the dreams- I avoid all the dream cards in game to avoid nightmares, so I don't really know the vibes oops. Oh, and the key items are distinctive things they carry regularly, excluding things they'd own at home. Otherwise, detail bits under the cut! I ended up with a lot of notes and wanted to ramble, it's really fuckin long <3

Silverstein

"His" pet is Pembroke's Half-Wild Mandrake (from bag a legend). They both agree that it is still hers, it's just hard to take care of in the middle of the city so it lives out with him. Otherwise, he keeps no pets.

Apathetic but also opinionated: On most things, he's very apathetic, simply agreeing with other people's decisions. On the other hand, though, he is strongly revolutionary and aiming for a lot of change... Not that he'd tell you that, not that you should know.

Dreams: It's canon that clay men can't dream :( No rights

Habitat: He likes being out and about, he spends most of his day out in the streets. He does a lot of "low skill" but high strength work, like moving services or construction.

Both hot/cold and coffee/tea are Neither for clay man reasons: Very high and cold temperatures cause him issues in different, equally annoying ways, and he can't eat/taste either, so no preference on food or drink.

Items: The gloves are clay stained, actually, and primarily on the inside. He started collecting first city coins for heart's desire and just has a habit of keeping some on him now. Horse head amulet... fear of death and uncertainty about the particulars of clay men :)

Flower, white rose: Did you know all the funky coloured roses (ie blue or rainbow) are made by dying white ones? :)c

Animal, saint bernard: Big but fairly gentle and lazy, would be a guard dog if asked but is mostly content to just sit

Element, rock slide: Change! Upheaval! Rocks :3

Pembroke:

The pet is her hunting dog, lovely lil thing <3 She doesn't keep many pets as she's a very busy person (and wouldn't want to put that on her poor housekeeper) but a good dog is always useful.

Rude-polite range is because she defaults to, and is usually, quite polite but often is also overcome with the need to be an absolute lil shit. Duality of man <3

Lodgings: Rooms above an ex-bookshop, now her tailoring shop!

Enemies: See: habit of being a chaotic lil shit. Apparently people don't like it when you think their party is too boring and try to spice it up smh

Items: A wedding ring with no match. A pocket watch to keep a tight schedule. A weapon of some sort, picked from a diverse collection. A travel sewing kit for rogue buttons and popped stitches. A hat pin, back up weapon :)

Flower, green dahlia: .......This one's mostly a pun off of Delia ngl

Animal, borzoi: Fancy and elegant looking, but still a hunting dog. Pretty but vicious~

Vincent:

The pet listed is a frost-moth but they have so. many. bugs. The phosphorescent scarabs are also pets. They have spiders. They keep any and every type of bug to either study or have as a pet. Please never visit their flat if you don't like bugs.

Gender: Bureaucratic misunderstanding. They filled out various forms wrong when they were first travelling to the neath, rolled with the neutral pronouns, realised they like it more than they probably should, and simply refused to think about that at all

Logic-emotion range is them trying to lead with logic but also having high anxiety

Lawful-chaotic and apathetic-opinionated are also anxiety, honestly. Though, for the latter, they are just quiet about their more out-there opinions, especially in the realm of politics. It's a culture thing kinda sorta, if I get into that here it'll add like 3 paragraphs at least.

Cultural identity: Catalan! Very proud of that! But won't default to that and will usually say they're Spanish. I can't get into that for the exact same reasons as the last point oops

Allies: This guy ☝ is depressed and isolating themself

Remember vs forget: When you're this far from home, your culture comes just from your own memories that you can't afford to lose. But also fuck wouldn't it be nice to simply forget the things causing you anxiety.

Items: Big round glasses to counter their shortsightedness. Bugs. Anti spider goggles that aren't prescription, both because they were originally lent and because they don't usually need to see very far with them on. Catholic rosary, worn under their shirt. Bugs. Surface currency, specifically Spanish pesetas, sent from their parents. Bugs. Bugs. More bugs.

Flower, forget me nots: Blue, anxiety coded, pretty <3

Animal, mantis: Awkward looking, vibes <3 Also, specifically hierodula papua bcus it's blue!

[houndslayr]

🎷🦐 [Reupload]

“ℌ𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔟 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔞 𝔣𝔬𝔢 𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥.”

| 𝔐.𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 | ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 | 𝔑𝔞𝔳𝔦. |

I'm reuploading this because Tumblr nuked the first one and didn't put it on any single tag with no explanation so I made some minor changes by adding a few things and taking them away! So if you have already seen it you don't have to reread it unless you want to. The old one is still up but again the changes are barely noticeable if at all.

Gender: Male reader (Could be read as NB as there are only a few mentions of gendered language)

Character(s): Yandere!Tartaglia x reader

Summary: You are a craftsman who meets the unfortunate fate of catching the eye of a fatui harbinger, he seems to have taken quite an interest in you.

Warning(s): Mentions of dog bites, dog attacks, stalking, Ajax tracking you, mentions of violence, a little gore, minor character death

Words: 1,351

This got deleted like 2 times and I was just about to give up but three times the charm ig. Also, I hc that all or most of the harbingers have at least 1 borzoi or any other "royal" breed, so that feeds into this plot. Forgive for the poor writing, I am doing this on a laptop which I am not familiar with

Fem-aligned, yaoi/fujoshi supporters, pro/comshippers, mlm fetishizers dni you will be blocked

They say don't bite the hand that feeds but that's bullshit, no one deserved a fate like this. You were a no-one. You only worked as a weapon craftsman in Snezhnaya. Mostly making or repairing weapons for fatui soldiers with an occasional avid traveler, for fairly cheap.

You lived well, mora wasn't an issue most of the time, but you would doubtlessly be working for most of your life before you could retire. So, what an immense surprise it was when one of the fatui harbingers pops into your quaint shop one day.

The 11th of the harbingers waltzing through your door with two soldiers behind him. A smile that held no hint of friendliness in it. His eyes scanned over the premade weapons before landing on you working behind the counter. Upon hearing someone approaching you to go to leave your work and greet them when you stop midway. The smile on your face drops instantly into a worried frown as you realize who stands before you.

He had requested you to fix his bow and ordered a few other smaller orders of weapons. You thought that would've been it, you would just fix the bow and never have to work with the unsettling harbinger but no. He came back a week later, then the next week, and the next. Each time he would try to prolong the time you two talked.

You thought barely of it, of course, it was weird but were you really going to question the intentions of a harbinger. To you, he just had a brief case of puppy love that would pass.

Well, it didn't. It got worse, way worse. He would start to bring you bags of mora, flowers, and other gifts. You always rejected them not wanting it to seem like you were reciprocating his love. For one, you were already married to a kind-hearted man, and second whatever he had for you clearly wasn't healthy.

For a while, you put up with his weird attitude but then he started to get way too close in your personal space. His touches always lingered a little longer than comfortable, his dead-like eyes boring through your head, he was snappier, and would start to get mad when you rejected his presents.

It reached a boiling point when he grabbed your waist pulling you flush against him. In an instant your fist connected with his jaw as you weaseled out of his grasp. Reaching for a nearby weapon that is laid on your sketching desk. Childe's guards were ready to strike but quickly put their weapons down when their boss waved a command.

With a nod, they backed down and returned to idle stand behind him. When you looked back at him you expected to see an angry look on his face but instead, he looked excited even happy. The feeling of wanting to vomit arises in your throat, but you still stand firm.

"Plea- Please leave now." With a shaky voice, you command the barbaric man and his guards to leave. To your surprise, he listens. He turns with a smug grin and a wave out the door.

And for the second time, you were foolish. You thought again that maybe he would leave you alone but no. Although he didn't show up in your shop as much, he still sent fatui spies to your shop, you would find gifts wrapped in the finest paper at the steps of your house. The gifts from him never got opened you just threw them aside in the trash. Wanting nothing to do with the ginger haired harbinger.

So, what broke the camel's back? You really didn't know. Maybe he got bored, impatient, frustrated, jealous, or whatever. But something snapped inside him that day. From the beginning the day left off, just the air felt stuffy. You left your spouse at home with a goodbye kiss as you rushed off to open your shop. That day no fatui agents came in, only a few adventures in need of weapons. The snow falling outside felt heavier, and time felt as if it went 10x slower.

Finally, the time came when you could go back home, so with the twist of a key, you locked your shop and trekked your way back home through the inches of snow. But when you got to your house the door was wide open. The handle that was ripped off the door now laying in the snow. Dread filled you as you carefully stepped into the house with your polearm clutched in your hand.

What awaited you flipped your life upside down. In your living room sat Childe in your loveseat with your dead spouse laying on the blood-drenched rug. The smell of iron leaks into your senses, making you gag at the horrendous aroma.

His eyes snap up to yours, and that same ominous manic smile adorns his face. "Welcome home, my love!" He cheered as he stands up to hug you, his arms spread wide. There was no comfort in his voice, it made your ears want to bleed, like nails on a chalkboard.

After the shock wore off the fact that the love of your life had been killed registered in your brain. You felt sorrowful but another emotion gravely overshadowed that. Anger, rage, and hatred bubbled up covering all the sadness you felt. Animosity for Childe was all you felt at that moment.

The grip on your polearm tightens, the sight of him getting closers acting like he hasn't done a single bad thing. It makes you fucking pissed. But you knew there was no way for you to beat him in a fight, you couldn't go up against a harbinger and win. So, you did the only thing you could think of, letting your flight or fight take control.

Your pyro vision lights ablaze, your polearm swings out in front of you creating a wall of fire blocking Childe from getting to you. Without taking a second glance you rush out into the blizzard-like weather. Through the howling winds, you hear him yelling after you to come back and stop running but you don't even when your lungs feel like they could collapse or when your body feels so numb.

The goal was to get out of Snezhnaya because you couldn't dare to look at that place anymore. The mere thought of stepping foot into the city made you shiver. You don't really know how long you have been walking maybe a few hours? Frozen snow clings onto your clothes as you cling onto yourself. The storm was getting really bad, you could barely hear nor see anything. Droplets frozen onto your lashes weighing them down, your eyes feeling droopy. For a while you couldn't hear anything till the sound of dogs barking makes your heart drop.

It was the sound of at least 3 dogs getting closer to you rapidly. You were so exhausted that you didn't even try to speed up, you just hoped that they weren't after you, but nothing was ever on your side was it.

Flickering pain shoots up your arm as you twirl around to see a dog. A Russian wolfhound of course. You just wanted to cry at that point, the only people at this point who were allowed to own those breeds were royals or the harbingers. The guess was that these were Tartaglia's hunting dogs. If they were his then he would follow the steps of these dogs.

The dogs latched ahold of both your arms, the third grabbing onto your back and pushing you down into the frigid layers of bloody snow. You couldn't take it anymore the fatigue and scalding pain overtaking all senses. Black splotches start to cover your vision, ringing in your ears almost blocking out the sound of snow crunching around you.

Before your vision could go out completely a hand grips your hair pulling you up to meet the face of Tartaglia, his unnerving smirk still resting on his freckled face. "You thought you could run darling? Your fucking mine" was the last thing you heard before your head gets thrown into the snow below again and darkness takes you.

Tumblr nuked this again and istg ur homopho-

Fun fact for those who made it this far, but I really love borzoi! I love sighthound in general and have researched them a lot, but borzoi has got to be my favorite. Maybe I'm biased because I have a little borzoi puppy, but they are such a goofy breed, and I would never regret getting one.

[theborzoiarebackintown]

My bff had work obligations and asked me to travel with Varus (the puppy’s dad) and take care of him in PA for the Borzoi Club of Delaware Valley’s speciality. He won the whole kit and caboodle, defeating almost 60 other borzoi of quality!

I love this man and am very grateful to be part of his little family ❤️❤️ it was wonderful to get to see him earn such a significant win!

[shiningwonderland]

Camus (All Star) Memorial

Translator: Mimi (Twitter: _mimisaurora)

Memorial 3 - Your Fur is Unlike Anything on this Earth

I am a dog. My name is Alexander. 

I am a male Borzoi breed.

One look at my lush, white coat and no one can doubt my pedigree.

I am a loyal dog who accompanied my master to this country from the distant Silk Palace.

“...We’re back.”

He immediately released me from my leash as soon as we walked through the front door of our home.

“Arf!”

I, finally free, barked with joy and shook my head, feeling liberated.

I don't like restraints like leashes or reins.

Leashes, in particular, are a nuisance because they have to be worn every time I go outside.

There was never any need for such things back at the Silk Palace, and I believe a master's command alone would suffice to compel a dog such as myself to obey.

In the past, I did get a bit carried away and bumped into a passerby once, and ever since then I've always had to wear a leash.

…It’s truly a shame.

Today, I appeared on television along with my master.

There’s been more demand for this kind of work recently.

It appears it is trendy nowadays for celebrities to introduce their personal pets to the public.

I am proud to help my master in his work, and I welcome this trend.

My co-star for this occasion was the lion, Rodriguez-dono.

The work itself was simple, as I only needed to keep close to my master, but it was great to reconnect with old friends like Rodriguez-dono, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

I generally don’t like felines, but Rodriguez-dono is an exception.

It hurts me to see how often he is misunderstood because of his appearance.

“Alexander, come.”

My master called for me, brush in hand.

Being the smart dog that I am, I immediately knew why I was summoned.

It’s time for a brushing!

“Arf! Bark bark bark bark!!”

“...Noble dogs shouldn't frolic around. It's unseemly.”

“Woof.”

As soon as I settle in and quietly move closer to his feet, he begins to brush me.

He brushes my fur carefully with a hog-bristle brush.

I love brushing time very much.

He is a busy man, but has almost never missed a daily brushing.

My brushings are sometimes done at dog daycare facilities, but the people there are not nearly as skilled as my master. 

My master would never scrape my skin.

His gentle combing is so pleasant that it lulls me to sleep as soon as he starts.

This must be due to the difference in affection.

“...Mm. This should do nicely. Your fur is unlike anything in this world.”

He always ends our brushing session with a light pat on my back and a compliment on my fur.

“Arf!”

I love these moments very much too.

Seeing my master's face as his eyes narrow slightly is priceless.

“Now then…”

Putting away the brush, my master rolled his shoulders and sat down on the sofa.

…Oh.

Is he feeling a bit down?

It seems so. He is a man who devotes every day of his life to his mission as the Queen's Sword.

It's a demanding assignment and no matter how resilient one is there are bound to be times when one feels drained.

This is where I come in. 

What is something I can do for him…?

…Got it.

On that note!

I would like to propose that we play some frisbee today!

I hurried over to my toy box, picked up the frisbee with my mouth and ran back to my master.

“Bark!”

Frisbee makes for a wonderful pastime to help forget the sorrows of the world!

Come on, master!

Let's have fun together in the backyard!

“Bark! Bark bark bark bark!”

“...Hm? Today's not the day. I have a script I need to look over.”

…Woah!!

He replied curtly and started reading a script as he had said he would.

“Guh……”

How could this be….?

There’s no way… I never thought he’d turn me down for frisbee….

It comes as a great shock, but I cannot disturb my master.

I hung my head and sullenly curled up in a corner of the room一

“Um… Alexander.”

Someone called out to me.

It was the young girl who had been playing the piano just a few moments ago.

Her name is Something Nanami or other. 

She was recently brought to the tower.

I naturally hold a higher status in this house, and she primarily handles the housework.

However, this newcomer is incompetent.

Occasionally, when my master is too busy, she will brush my coat, but her hand is too weak.

On top of that, her cooking and laundry skills pale in comparison to the work of the maids back in Silk Palace.

And yet, she's still better than that Whatever Aijima cat from before.

That cat was big and useless.

He couldn't even properly prepare my meals.

“Alexander. If you’d like…”

The young girl went on to say more.

She may be considerably better than that cat, but I am not one to readily accept someone of lower rank.

It is true that this girl carries an air of elegance akin to that of the Queen back in our home country, which is something to be commended, but I have been ordered by my master not to get too close to her.

I chose to pretend I didn't hear her, turned away and closed my eyes.

“If you'd like, I could play some frisbee with you.”

…What?!

I looked up without thinking, and Something Nanami was smiling at me.

“You really want to play, right? I have time today, so what do you think…?”

Nu… Nuu….

Is this… newbie trying to trick me?

I am, however, a loyal dog, and would never do anything to betray my master's order...!

“Alexander. This is perfect. Have that woman play with you.”

“Arf! Arfarfarfarfarf!!”

Really, master!? Really, really!?

I can play, I can play, I can play!!?

“Look at how you’re wagging that tail… I’m happy you’re happy. I know you love your frisbee.”

Ha….

I was so overcome with joy that I lost control of myself.

This blunder is unbecoming as my master's dog. I must be self-disciplined.

“What's with that complicated look on your face? Just go. I can't concentrate with you barking.”

“Ruff!”

Yes, gladly!!

Ah, that’s right, master! Since you are here, you too can join us...!!

“I've already told you that I can't. You’re wasting my time.”

“…Woof.”

It was inevitable. I accompanied the young girl to the backyard.

She's not as athletic as one might imagine, and caused a tremendous amount of trouble for me as soon as we started playing, but… that’s a story for another time.

[panzershrike-pretz]

SIRIUS SERPENS

Source: x x x | x x x | x x x -> song: Rule #9 - Child of the Stars

You were a wanderer Back when you were young I remember your eyes were clear Brighter than the sun With hands so soft Delicate and sweet You learned to fall And balance on your own two feet I could only lead you so far I believe in who you are Take the world by storm Muster all your strength Embrace the forces that surround you Bend gravity and space You are a child of the stars Shout what has been unsung Open all the doors around you Use the power in your lungs

- About;

- Sirius Serpens

It's probably easy to giess that his name comes, indeed, from Sorius Black, the Harry Potter character. When my Sirius came to be, I was indeed very into HP, but as time passed and I grew, I decided to take on a new perspective on his name. Sirius is the name of the brightest star that can be seen from Earth (well, at least if Google isn't lying to me xD), and I feel like that reflects his personality. Sirius is one of my brightest characters, based on his demeanor and actions, so the name fits; that and the fact that the Sirius star is located on the Canis Major constellation - and my boy is the God of Dogs, which is a factor that also came from Harry Potyer but I made enough adjustments to fit what I needed him to fit.

As stated in Hydra's post, the Serpens surname comes from the Constellation and, in Fantasia, it's an old name full of history.

- Navigator

In a pirate ship, the role of navigator was/is extremelly important; those guys are able to determine the ship's location using the stars and it felt fitting to have Sirius, the God of Stars, as Blithe's Navigator.

He initially joined the crew only as a cabin boy, but Athena quickly got a hold of his capacities and changed his rank completely.

Being a Navigator makes Sirius one of the most important members of the crew; without someone capable of maping out where the ship is or needs to go, a pirate crew is well and truly fucked. Especially when hunting.

- God of the Night, of Stars, of Secrets and of Dogs

Sirius is not the best God, but he sure is one of the most famous ones. He's considered a symbol of resistance and protector of those that don't fit the norm - same as he never exactly did. His fame and connection to dogs, as well as role in the Pantheon of Fantasia made him a famous character in many stories and rituals, passed around between families at night.

Even tho he is pretty loved by the mortals, he ended up with the short end of the stick in terms of powers, which gave him the edge to actually learn hand-in-hand combat - which makes him one of the best fighters between the Gods, given his agility and ability.

Sirius is capable of turning into a white borzoi at will, being able to speak to other dogs when in that form. When normal, he can catch on to some thoughs but not much context (he looks at Peggy and cries internally tbh).

Besides that, he can do some minor teleports, tho never too far or it'll end up draining too much energy and causing pain/disconfort. Same as a very dmall telekinesis but it's too much of a fuss and always leaves some headache behind, so he prefers not to even try.

- Personality

Sirius is a loud man, almost too full of himself - tho he tries his best not to sound too narcisistic, he still has his slips. He makes friendships easily and, being the God of Secrets, has a way of getting people to spill the beans whenever needed (which adds up to him having lots of contacts of people who owe him favors).

His energetic maners make him one of the biggest sources of life to Blithe; he can't stay still for much long and definetely can't shut up most of the time - he's able to bring happiness to his friends just by being who he is.

That doesn't come without a cost, tho, and Sirius has many troubles with trying to be open about his bad feelings. He spent too long being forced to "suck it up" and, even now, still has dificulties about them. Even with the help and support of his friends and family, he still finds it hard to be completely open and it's a flaw that he hates about himself.

Sirius doesn't do well with orders and hates to follow rules, so he is indeed a useless bitch when it comes to duties and responsibilities placed on him by his higher ups. His problem is: he knows that he can't be replaced, so he lets himself have it pretty easy in comparision to others. He doesn't fsar the consequences and pretty much never thinks ahead, so what happens, happens.

- Funfact: dogs are considered sacred creatures in Fantasia's general culture. It's believed that when dogs bark and howl at night, it's to tell secrets to the stars so they can be safely guarded by the God. This is definetely not me being a dog person. Nah. Never. 🤡 don't worry there is a cat Goddess too

- Relationship: Michael and Jeremy

Have the long boy! I love him so much 😭😭 def one of my favorite babies (do not tell the others or I'll be publicly executed)

[rubin-therubix-loverofblorbos]

Fluffy SFW Bob Velseb Headcanons Because Surinnit Knows What They Did

@surinnit *Hugs You* YOU KNOW WHAT YOU FUCKING DID.

He LOVES to snuggle. The only ""Problem"" is that he LOVES to be "the dog" as in under you but you're not actually on him.

Sneaky kisses. You're working? Kiss. You're cleaning? Kiss. You're cleaning yourself? Pokes his head in the shower, Kiss. You're Sleeping? Lil' smooch. I think you get the point? Kiss.

Since I head-canon he has severe brain damage a few disabilities from getting ran over four motherfucking times, sometimes he takes his hearing aids off and signs compliments to you. Either that or he wants to talk about bedroom stuff without sounding like an awkward teen. Or his hearing aids died and he enjoys talking to you.

Another Head-canon! He has Tourettes. Although it's usually not severe or dangerous, sometimes he has little attacks and hurts himself {e.g pulling a muscle when his arm or leg jolted the wrong way, hitting himself in the face when he shrugged a little bit harder than expected, getting a case of false whiplash when he turned his neck a bit too fast} And he INSISTS that you kiss it to make him feel better [if it's in a convenient spot, of course] and an extra little kiss on the lips to seal the deal.

He loves giving little Q&A talks when you want to know about how his body works or how his parents met. How many times in your life do you get to date an eldritch-Esque quite literally the son of sin with both fly and moth features??? Yeah, yeah Cool ass boyfriend but is his mom Beelzebub herself????

You make fun of his accent a LOT. You actually gave him a few pet names based on it. A "Heya, bumpkin." or "Hello, my cowboy." has been uttered more than a few times.

You are the only one he has shared his birth name with. And occasionally you use that fact to your advantage. You usually use it like a dog's full name; when he's done something wrong. "ABEZETHIBOD R. VELSEB, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?"

Bob is a dog person. In fact, you two have a Pit Bull-Borzoi mix. The problem is that they think they're a lap dog. You're used to it though because Bob thinks he's a lap dog too.

He trusts you more than anybody. You're actually the first person he came out to as a Transgender Bisexual AND you're the only person he doesn't try and actively hide his disabilities or extra abilities from. He occasionally takes his prosthesis, hearing aid, and/or glasses off in front of you.

He melts at your touch. You touch his horns? Melt. You touch his face? Melt. You touch... Actually anywhere on that touch-starved man's body? Melt.

that's about it, for now. lmao bye

[ikeepwatchinghelicopters]

Random thought: In a weird AU, Napoleon is rich and owns a dog (he can theoretically own more dogs, but I originally imagined him with only one dog). Some sort of big dog. Like a borzoi or a komodor or an irish setter. Anyway, Napoleon cares about his appearence a lot and he cares about his dog's appearence a lot too, so he goes to a professional groomer. (Is that what the person is called? I'm not sure. Basically, the person that washes the dog and trims its fur and stuff like that.) Napoleon's previous groomer had to leave, because they were very pregnant, and they hired Illya as their replacement (yes, in this AU Illya is a professional dog groomer). I have no idea how the story would continue, but they would fall in love, obviously.

Some headcanons for this:

Illya is much better at dealing with dogs than dealing with people

Napoleon and Illya have widely different ideas about how Napoleon's dog should look like and they argue about it

Gaby also owns a dog and is friends with Napoleon (they sometimes walk their dogs together)

Alternatively, Gaby is a cynologist, like a dog trainer or something, and Napoleon took his dog to her classes

Alternatively², she works as a dog handler for a bomb squad or something like that, and she's friends with Napoleon and he sometimes goes to her for dog-related advice

Illya thinks Napoleon's dog is really beautiful and that Napoleon's taking good care of the dog, but will never admit it to the man himself

Illya had a dog as a child before his father got arrested, and he was very close to this dog

Napoleon's dog listens to Illya more than to Napoleon

Napoleon has to leave for a business trip or something and he asks Illya to babysit his dog (he usually asks Gaby, but now he's trying to seduce Illya)

Victoria owns dog(s) and wins a lot competitions with the dog(s)

She also is Illya's client and she meets Napoleon there

She flirts with Napoleon very openly, making Illya jealous