#but he was not the best with other dogs lol

[miguel-ohara-lover]

Coming Undone

CW: feral, rapture side effects, I know rapture isn’t actually like this so maybe AU(?), no prep, GN reader, p*rn no plot, no dialogue

Note: HI?? Omg it’s been awhile since I’ve written well anything really. But I wanted to write something short and simple since it is a special time of year for a lot of people including me. I tried to make reader as non-descriptive as I could, like I didn’t even describe clothes or anything so I hope that worked? I got random struck with inspiration to write, maybe it’s all the love on my old stuff which by the way THANK YOU??? My love for Oscar Isaac was recently resparked so maybe that’s another reason lol. Anyway- I hope you like this merry Christmas and happy holidays, and if you don’t celebrate anything I hope you had a wonderful year and here’s to many more wonderful years to come.

You felt Miguel’s hot breath against your neck, his large, strong hangs pinning yours against the wall. His chest pressed into your back. God, he was feral…

He did briefly explain some side effects of Rapture when you first got together, but maybe you weren’t listening fully. You remember clearly now, exactly what he said. How it can make him feel, how dangerous he can truly get at times.

Miguel’s fangs grazed the skin of your neck. One bite and you’d be paralyzed. He was smarter than that. He had at least enough control to stop himself from causing real harm, though the temptation was there. He so badly wanted to sink his teeth into your flesh… perhaps another time he can ask if you’d like to try that.

You felt trapped, but not helpless. And trapped wasn’t necessary a bad thing. Feeling caged in by his large towering body was kind of hot. The way his frame made you feel small. His right hand moved off of yours and down to your waist. He shoved the fabric down until it bunched around your knees.

He could practically smell the arousal dripping from you, all his senses heightened and on overload. It was overwhelming. Miguel quickened his pace, letting his holographic suit dissolve away, leaving him bare behind you.

Miguel is very large, he’s aware, and you’re aware. And he’s impatient. The thought of prep does briefly cross his mind, but only that. No, he can’t wait, not anymore.

Taking barely any time to line up, he’s suddenly buried deep inside you. You cry out as he stretched your unpressed hole, but the pain quickly melts into pleasure as you feel his slow and deep movements.

For being so impatient just seconds ago, he is steady with his thrusts. He wants you to feel it deep within you, every curve, every vein. He is savoring the feeling of you around him, and for someone who is usually in control, he can already feel himself coming undone.

Miguel is big, so big you remember the first time doubting if he’d fit. Oh, he made it fit. He made sure you felt every last inch. You couldn’t walk straight for a week. Deja vu is hitting you like a stack of bricks, but it’s not a terrible feeling.

His other hand, that had been holding you against the wall, joined his right at your waist, using the control to bounce you along his length as he thrusted. Your moans grew louder as his pace quickened, the room filled with your noise and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

That combined with the smell, your smell, your touch, the sight of you… it drove him crazy. You felt his claws pricking at your skin, surely he wouldn’t actually pierce you with them, but man is he close to. The thought is there, he so badly wants to, the urge to sink his claws and teeth into you, use his webs to tie you up and just ravage you. He’s aware of how dangerous he is, and he does his best to keep it under control.

You know he’s close when his hips stutter, he gets more desperate in his movements, if that’s even possible right now. He also starts to pant, like a needy dog. This is the one stage in your… fun where he isn’t the dangerous leader of the spider society. Panting and even letting out little whines as he ruts into you.

It isn’t long before you feel the familiar warmth of his seed filling you up, and you soon join him. You let out a final moan and reaching back to tangle your fingers his hair. He remains buried in you for a moment while you both ride out your orgasms, panting as he nuzzles into your neck where his teeth were previously threatening to mark up.

He held you against his strong chest, keeping you up knowing you’d slip if he didn’t have a grip on you. He mumbled some quiet thanks against your skin, and you simply smiled as your fingers tangled in his slightly dampened hair. A shower sounds like a good idea, now that he isn’t overwhelmed by senses and feelings.

[verdantwyrm]

yk I've always wondered, for Jimmy and Curly's relationship, if there was ever a moment (pre-crash) where Jimmy was genuinely vulnerable with Curly. I feel like he'd definitely hate himself after, inferiority complex and all that. Considering it's implied they were friends for at least some years, I have my own hc's, but I'd love to hear any potential thoughts you have rattling around! They just fascinate me so much their dynamic makes me sick ugh. There had to be SOME good moments for Curly to stick around and believe in Jimmy, that man is loyal as a dog, and pondering what those scenarios could be has become somewhere my mind wanders off to lol. this became more of a brain dump but I'd still love thoughts AHA

Oh absolutely. I view their relationship/friendship to be something that of where vulnerable moments of weakness or where no authority is to be held (either mentally, financially, socially, career-wise, anything) and isn't present, and those moments are genuinely cherished.

Its why Curly tries so hard for Jimmy, because he's seen him at his best and he wants to do anything to get him back rolling on that track to happiness and living a good life. It's why he's so loyal, because he knows Jimmy can be good, that Jimmy can be happy and well, he's seen it with his own eyes so why can't Jimmy?

They definitely had a relationship that was weirdly intimate, both very lonely people confiding in each other because who else but you? What else but this?

I don't really have any super specific headcanons that I haven't already shared (which is here and also here) but know whatever they had was messed up.

[slaaverin]

https://x.com/kook_u_u/status/1869425086295617730

JK 😭 what does he mean

Ahhh poor JK, I think he has a bit of FOMO.

I mean he is trapped in a place unable to do his art, basically what he was made for in this life, watching other people perform and feeling frustrated because he can't do the same, can't express himself in the way he wants to. That would be tough on anybody

Jungkook said that his dream would be to be a global popstar and (unfortunately) I know he feels still lacking in certain areas (he's wrong) and that he needs to do better. So him watching other talented artists he looks up too I know he must compare himself and think "I should be doing this right now! I should perform too!" instead of being stuck in this place where basically his purpose until now has been stripped away from him, leaving him to be "simply" Jungkook.

So I understand he might be feeling a bit down. I understand the sentiment.

However.

I wish he would not tie his sense of self-worth with what he is able to produce (his voice, performances).

I know since he became a singer and a dancer he really found his vocation. But it's not ALL he is. The guy is so good in so many areas?

So I mean Jungkook sweetie what do you even need to prove anymore? Why do you think you need to prove anything?

Why would you put yourself down if you can't sing/perform?

I think he doesn't even know why he is so popular. Of course people love his voice and performance, of course he is a great artist, but people love him first and foremost because he is a fucking amazing guy above all else.

So the "I feel inferior because I can't perform" is a bit laughable to me, a bit ironic.

People still like him when he doesn't perform. People like his performance because that's him that we like the most.

I think he wouldn't even need to perform (which yes would be a shame because he's so great at it) but he could open a cooking channel and talk about 3833947 ways to make ramyeon that still 20 million people would show up to his live.

So Jungkook YOU ARE FINE lol

Ahhh, he's very sweet. It's going to be all right.

I wish him to allow himself to simply be Jungkook for a while. He doesn't see yet that this could be a blessing in disguise.

At least in there he doesn't have to worry about numbers, about trying to be always better, about the fucking endless race of trying to remain on the top of the world. He can simply do some cooking and sing with Jimin in the shower.

I know it can feel unpleasant but it would be best to accept his current situation and trying to make the best of it instead of thinking "I should be doing this! It would be better if I was doing that instead" No he is exactly where he needs to be and everything is in perfect order however how uncomfortable the situation is, so I pray that he stops hurting himself even more with these unecessary thoughts.

He will come out and things will be business as usual he'll stay on top and will get to do everything he loves and be in his new HUGE house with his very LOVABLE dog and his WONDERFUL boyfriend making music for millions of adoring fans that would follow him to the moon so please jungkook get a grip EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

You could be cleaning trashes all day you would still be worth every diamonds in the universe simply because you fucking exist. Just you existing you are worth it so let's stop the nonsense.

Ahhh sorry but this self-worth talk really triggers me personally lol I absolutely hate when people put themselves down for any and every reason when their self-worth isn't tied to what they do, or not do, or anything at all. Each and everyone of us is loved and cherished in ways we can't even fathom by the whole universe just because we ARE.

Ahhh I wish Jungkook knew this.

I hope people reading this post would know it too because it's also true for themselves.

Jungkook and everyone of us are deeply and irrevocably loved, no matter what we do.

But of course I GET IT, he feels trapped, he feels powerless, he feels frustrated, so his mind kinda goes south and insecurity creeps in and it's like what you would expect would happen but I'm like? Even then, you don't need to do this. It's not helping. It's not true. It doesn't serve you or anybody.

Ah, I wish we could all collectively hug him and pat him in the back and reassure him.

I have a feeling Jimin must be currently doing it, which makes me that much more grateful they are together in there.

He must find the solution within himself to move past these negatives thoughts and illusions. I'm sure he will get there, I'm sure things will get better. I have faith in him 💪🏻😭

Let's send him good thoughts and good messages 💜

6 month to go, they made it through the thoughest part 😌👌🏻

Fighting!

[akumamazoku]

COD AS DOGS

hihi!!! i haven’t posted in a while, but id been working on this, so i thought it might be neat to throw in

ive seen a couple people dogifying the cod characters, so i thought id try my hand at it and what i thought they could be

soap: obviously i had to make him a scottish dog breed, how could i not! i settled with the deerhound because theyre not too big, decently fluffy (all the other characters are basically just shaven flat) and known to be very friendly! i thought it suited him the best, + i could sneak in the mohawk lol, i also thought all of them would inevitably get scars, soap’s just show the least because he has mid-length fur

gaz: other than soap, i had the least trouble with picking his breed, i immediately knew i wanted him to be a smaller dog, since i knew the other two would suit larger dogs better, and i immediately stumbled across the manchester terrier. the breed felt like the perfect fit! i was looking for dog breeds usually found in the area where a character is from (i.e scotland, england) and the manchester terrier fit that!

ghost: actually, i immediately had an idea for this guy! i know some people still just give him the mask, which can 100% fit, but i thought making his signature skull part of his markings instead would be even cooler, so my mind immediately went to a vitiligo dog! (excuse the incorrect spelling of it on the drawing pls :’]) picking the breed was a bit harder, but i knew i wanted a muscly dog usually considered to be more dangerous, and while i was originally considering a leaner, more stealthy dog, a pitbull just seemed like it would fit, with how misunderstood they are! i patterned his face to look skeletal, and then i was done!

price: price’s design definitely caused me the most trouble, i was researching breeds for a while, before i finally decided on the bullmastiff. i don’t have much of an explanation for his, i simply saw it and thought it would be great for his character! i did give him some greying fur, because he is the oldest out of these four (to my knowledge, not sure about ghost) so i thought it was a neat detail!

thanks for listening to me rant, hope u liked the dogs!!!

[rimouskis]

also I have to say: all the dogs at the game last night were so nice and polite and good and it was really fun, honestly. you'd think given my crabbiness about dogs-in-places-they-shouldn't-be I'd have been cranky at it, but I was actually right next to the dog section and it was just all super cute. 10/10 would go again

[luxaofhesperides]

I'm not sure if you're still taking Ghostlights requests, but if you are: Dick asking Duke to take Haley to the dog park for him in order to set up a meet-cute for him with the guy with the weird green rottweiler

And if you aren't, just know that you're doing great and I appreciate the hell out of you

“Oh, shoot!” 

Hearing Dick rush around as a frantic mess is not uncommon while he’s in Gotham. There’s too many people wanting to spend time with him that he ends up pulled in a bunch of different directions. Dick’s always in a rush, always busy, always making time for people because he has more love than Duke has ever seen in a person.

Dick’s also got pretty good time management skills after years of doing this. He’s only cutting out a few minutes early for their designated three hour catch-up session. 

That doesn’t mean he’s going to do it gracefully, though.

“Almost lost track of the time!” he says, moving to the couch to pick up his jacket. “Hey, Duke, can do you me a favor while I’m out?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Can you take Haley to the dog park? I usually take her twice a week around this time, but I totally forgot to include that in my calendar this week so I’ve got plans with the Titans just outside the city, and no time to take her out.”

“Yeah, man, of course I can take her to the dog park. The one attached to Robinson Park, right?”

Dick nods, shoving his shoes onto his feet. “That’s the one! Her treats are also in the bag hanging next to her leash. Oh, and she has a friend at the dog park! Don’t be scared when you see him, he’s just green.”

“Oh…kay?”

“Great, thanks! Bye, Duke, I’ll see you later!”

And with that, Dick is gone, closing the door to his safehouse as he dashes into the hall. 

Duke is left alone in Dick’s Gotham safehouse, blinking dazedly at the empty space where he once was. He’s certainly a whirlwind of activity when he realizes he’s going to be late. He’s also skilled in just saying things and leaving before any questions can be answered.

Haly jumps up onto the couch next to Duke. They share a look, then Duke shakes his head. “You have to deal with that every day, huh?”

Haly, the good girl that she is, doesn’t say anything bad against her owner and just puts a paw on Duke’s thigh, her tail wagging. 

“I hear ya, girl. Let’s go to the dog park to meet your green friend,  I guess.”

He has no idea what that means, honestly. Is Dick just talking about a dog that got its fur dyed green? Or is Haly’s friend like… a mutant dog? 

Well, he’s not going to find out by stalling. 

Duke pets Haly, then stands up and walks to the door. Her head perks up as soon as she hears the jangle of her leash being moved, and then she’s running to the door, looking up at him expectantly. Smiling, Duke slips the harness onto her, then attached it to the leash. He gives her another quick pet before shoving on his shoes and grabbing her bag of treats and waste disposal bags. 

He double checks that he has his phone, then takes hold of Dick’s spare safehouse key and steps out into the hallway with Haly. She waits patiently as he locks the door, checks that the lock holds, then runs down the hallway, ripping the leash right out of his hands.

“Haly! Wait! Stop, girl!”

She happily ignores him and goes straight for the elevator, leaving him to run after her and quickly scoop up the leash as soon as he’s close enough.

“Of course you’re a little escape artists,” he says to her, “Just like your owner.”

Haly woofs softly, then stands up and scratches at the doors of the elevator. Shaking his head, amused, Duke pushes the button to call the elevator and wonders if Dick has to deal with this every time they go to the dog park. 

On one hand, it wouldn’t surprise him since Dick is absolutely the kind of guy to give in to his dog’s every whims and spoil her rotten. On the other hand, Duke fully believes that Haly is smart enough and cute enough to misbehave only when Dick isn’t around so he never believes people when they try to tell him about all the mischief she’s caused. 

Dogs and their owners really do reflect one another. The internet was right about that.

Duke makes sure to keep a tight grip on Haly’s leash once they leave the apartment building. The streets are busy, as they tend to be on weekends, and the sight of Haly straining against her leash, ready to run, brings a smile to more than one face. 

He plots the route to the dog park in his mind, then starts up a light jog, tugging lightly on the leash to prompt Haly to follow him. 

It’s nice to run just for the sake of it. Haly makes a good running partner as well. 

How long has it been since Duke had time to relax and not be prepared for the worst? All the running he usually does these days is to catch up with criminals or run for his life. Being out during the day, moving through the city, without any lives in danger? Genuinely nice and relaxing. 

Maybe he can offer to take Haly to the dog park from now on. Join Dick whenever he goes. Create a set few hours where he doesn’t do anything but enjoy being outside in one of the few places where the smog of pollution and chemical toxins isn’t so thick in the air. 

He’ll just have to make sure Dick doesn’t agree to something else during those days. It’s still strange to think that Dick could forget to do something involving Haly when he’s such a good dog owner and a pro at juggling various responsibilities and a busy schedule. 

Well, they all have off days. This must be one of Dick’s.

The sidewalks get wider once they reach the street that leads to the park. Families fill up the space, walking with strollers in front of them or lined up at a food cart. The vivid green of spring fills the grassy fields that lead to the large patches of trees, marking the edge of Poison Ivy’s territory. Clovers decorate the ground, bees moving from flower to flower. 

There are other dogs on walks as well, making circuits around the park or running after toys. Duke spots a cat in a walking harness as well and wonders if he can convince Damian to get one for Alfred the cat. 

The dog park is on the other end of the park, as far away from Ivy’s territory as possible. The fenced off areas are separated into big dogs and small dogs, with a helpful guide as to which dogs go where posted at the entrance. 

Duke slows to a walk, breathing deeply to help settle his heart rate back down to something normal. Haly walks by his side, tail wagging, as she watches the other dogs run back and forth behind the fence. 

She’s still small, just growing out of puppy size, so Duke leads her into the small dog area, carefully making sure the gate doesn’t open enough for any quick dogs to make a break for it. He walks over to a bench and sits down before undoing the harness on her, setting her loose. 

Haly licks his hand once, then darts away, barking lightly as she joins the other dogs tumbling around each other. 

Amused, Duke leans back at watches as the other dogs sniff her, then do their funny little bowing stomps, moving back and forth before running off so she can give chase. 

He figures staying for an hour will be good enough. That should get the most of her energy out, and then they can make the long trek back to Dick’s safehouse so he can pick her up before he heads back to Bludhaven. Pulling out his phone, Duke settles in to wait, keeping half his attention on Haly just in case any of the other dogs decide to get a little too rough.

The first twenty minutes pass peacefully. Haly runs around and the owners of the other dogs give her pets when she runs up to them. One even went over to Duke to offer him a pack of fruit gummies. 

Then a loud bark fills the air and Duke jerks upright, watching with wide eyes as a colossally large dog, green and glowing and slightly transparent, comes barrelling down the street, headed right towards them. 

He doesn’t have time to yell Haly’s name before the dog is in the fence. None of the other dog owners look alarmed, though, so he watches carefully, prepared to jump up and save Haly at a moment’s notice.

“Cujo!” someone yells from down the street. A guy with dark hair comes running up and smoothly jumps over the fence. “Cujo, how many times do I have to tell you not to run off like that?”

The green dog, apparently Cujo, barks happily.

“And you’re too big for this park right now, buddy. Shrink, boy. It’s time to be small.”

And then Cujo… obeys? The dog shrinks, and instead of being the size of a bus, it’s now small enough to be carried in someone’s arms. 

Green dog is not enough warning for all of that. Dick owes him so much for this.

Actually, he’s kind of shocked that Dick never mentioned this to anyone. Surely a giant green dog would get people’s attention. Why is this the first time he’s heard about it?

“You new around here?” someone asks, and Duke turns to see the person who gave him the fruit gummies.

“Kinda? It’s my first time coming to the dog park. I’m looking after Haly, that one right over there.” He points out Haly, who is running in circles around Cujo.

“Ah, I see. Dick mentioned someone new would be coming today.”

Duke narrows his eyes. He’s starting to get the feeling that he’s been set up for something, but he’s not sure what. 

“I’ll give you the spiel we tell all newcomers, in that case,” they continue. “Cujo is a ghost dog. Poor thing died during some animal testing, far as we know. Danny looks after him, since Cujo got attached to the kid years ago before he moved to Gotham. He’s a kind one, but very nervous, and we’ve all got an agreement to keep quiet about him and Cujo round this parts. You better be holding your tongue, as well, ya hear me?”

“Sure thing,” Duke nods. “My lips are sealed.”

He’ll just ask Dick about the ghost dog situation and do his own investigation if needed. But Cujo is just a dog, and his owner is just a guy. Nothing threatening, nothing requiring a Bat’s attention.

“Good,” they nod. “I’ll get out of your hair now.” They’re gone before Duke can reply, adjusting the hat on their head as they head back to their group in the back left corner of the dog park. 

Satisfied that things are under control, Duke relaxes back into the bench, watching Haly and Cujo tumble around with the other dogs, barking happily. Haly’s still growing into her paws, so she trips and falls often, but gets up without a moments pause, ready to keep playing.

From the corner of his eyes, Duke catches sight of someone walking towards him. 

He looks over and finds Cujo’s owner—Danny, wasn’t it?—approaching. Their eyes meet, and Danny offers him a sheepish smile and a wave. His eyes are a dark blue that seem to glow with some otherworldly light, and Duke can swear he sees something shifting around him, as if the air has turned visible and twists around his body like wisps of smoke. 

“Mind if I sit with you?” Danny asks, and Duke moves to the side a bit.

“Go ahead,” he says.

“You’re Duke, right? Dick told me about you last week.”

It’s looking more and more like Dick is up to something, and Duke will need to get his revenge. “Did he? All good things, I hope.”

“Aha, yeah, all good things. Um, actually I think I should apologize? I maybe said you sounded like my type so Dick promised that he’d get you here somehow. Sorry if this is messing up your plans for the day.”

Oh. Oh! 

Well. That’s interesting. 

Duke quietly shelves his plans for revenge against Dick and takes a proper look at Danny. He’s shy, but with a bright smile, glowing eyes and strange smoke curling around him still, and messy black hair windswept from chasing after Cujo. There’s a flush in his cheeks and his long fingers fiddle with the string of his dark red hoodie. 

“Don’t worry, I didn’t have any plans today. This is way better than just sleeping all day.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Danny laughs, “There’s nothing I like more than being able to sleep all day. That would fix me for sure.”

There’s a loud bark, and Danny’s eyes snap back to Cujo, who is growing bigger. “Cujo!” Danny yells, voice sharp. “Shrink down, or we go home.”

Cujo grumbles, whines, then goes back to being little. The green dog only has a moment to look sad before Haly is tackling him, sending them back into another chase around the park. 

“Sorry about that,” Danny says, slouching against the bench. 

“It’s all good,” Duke replies. “So. I’m your type, huh?”

Danny’s cheeks turn a deep, charming red. He looks away, then nods and ducks his head down. 

“And that hasn’t changed after meeting me?”

Danny shakes his head, then peeks over at Duke, gaze slowly moving up his body until he meets Duke’s eyes. “Definitely hasn’t changed,” he says.

Now it’s Duke’s turn to feel his cheeks burn, flustered and pleasantly surprised by Danny’s boldness. It doesn’t help that Danny is cute, someone he can see himself falling for. 

“Good,” he says, then knocks his knee against Danny’s. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know you more. On one condition.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“Tell me what Dick told you about me. I wanna make sure he wasn’t sharing an embarrassing stories about me. If I’m gonna make a fool of myself, then I’ll do it myself with no outside help.”

Danny’s laugh is bright and warm and sends butterflies dancing in Duke’s stomach. “Fair enough!” he says. “And you know what? I’ll trade you for embarrassing stories. Trust me, I have so many. Nothing you’ve done can be worse that the dumb shit I do on a regular basis.”

“Woah, woah, woah, confident, aren’t we? Don’t say that until you’ve heard about some of the stupid situation I choose to throw myself into.”

“Please, I’m an younger brother. If anyone knows how to be stupid, it’s me.”

“I’m part of the disaster that is the Wayne family. I think that has you beat.”

“My parents are mad scientists and my dog is a ghost. Try again.” The teasing smile on Danny’s lips makes him want to be reckless, to keep pushing, to go down this path as far as he can.  Duke can’t remember the last time he clicked with someone so instantly, to be so comfortable with them so soon. 

Damn. He’s gonna have to thank Dick for this, isn’t he?

As if on cue, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Duke pulls it out with an apologetic smile to Danny, who leans back a bit to give him some privacy.

The text that pops up is from Dick. It’s a photo of him and Danny from the side, heads bent close together as they talk with bright smiles. He can just make out the wild red curls of Kori’s hair. 

“I’m gonna put jello in his socks,” Duke says cheerfully, already looking around to find where Dick is hiding. 

He probably already moved locations, the ass. 

“What’s up?” 

He holds out his phone so Danny can see the screen. Danny stares at it, then looks around, then stares at the screen again. 

“...Is he watching us?”

“Yep.”

“...Should we do something about it?”

Duke shrugs. “I mean, I’m up for hunting him down and tackling him if you are.”

“I can do you one better,” Danny says with a sharp grin. He whistles, and Cujo comes running over, Haly at his heels, and he skids to a stop to sit before Danny. “Cujo. You remember Dick?” Cujo barks, as if answering. “Fetch! Go fetch Dick!”

Cujo jumps to his feet, grows from the size of a pug to a bear, and takes off for the art instillation farther into Robinson Park. Moments later, they hear a yell followed by loud laughter, and Cujo and running back, Dick hanging from his mouth, with Kori, Donna, and Roy following after him at a leisurely stroll. 

“I think we’re gonna get along great,” Duke says. “He’s gonna wish he never set us up.”

“That’s the way to do it,” Danny agrees.

“Say, wanna grab lunch together tomorrow?”

Danny blinks, then blushes again. “What, like a date?”

“Yeah, as a date. You up for it?”

“How could I say no? I was promised embarrassing stories.”

He watches as Cujo drops a rumpled looking Dick to the ground, half his shirt soaked with saliva. He dramatically mimes being shot in the heart when he sees them both looking at him, and goes limp when Kori picks him up and tries to set him on his feet. 

Then he tries to act very calm and cool as Danny leans against him. “Think he���s gonna follow up on our date?” Danny asks in a low voice.

Duke closes his eyes and tries not to despair. He didn’t even think of that. “Worse. He’s going to tell everyone else, then we’ll have every available Wayne kid stalking us on our date.”

“Guess I’ll have to rely on you to chase them off, huh?”

“Or we can sic Cujo on them again.”

“Or that,” Danny nods. “It’s always effective.”

He’s really going to have to bring his best to the date tomorrow, just to stay a step ahead of everyone else. Maybe he’ll ask Barbara for a favor and get her to lead them off? And if Bruce gets involved, then Duke is fully prepared to flashbang him, grab Danny, and run. 

It’s going to be a disaster.

It’s going to be fun.

He’s already looking forward to it, and from the mischievous smile on Danny’s face, he’s not the only one.

[papita474]

Having a group of stray dogs in your neighborhod that protects you every time you get out of your house bc they follow you everywhere,must be the most precious thing ever :3

You give them food and they protect💪.

This guy rh is like a son to me,he keeps papita safe😌👍

[ktyekmrf30]

I mark today as the day OhmLeng officially became a permanently established GMM couple

Yaaaay!

GMMTV introduced OhmLeng's fan club official character OH-YEAH (which is also their fandom name thanks to Leng lol) who comes with cuteness, playfulness, and will come to mess with the hearts of fans to love them even more.

Ohm and Leng drew it themselves!

Yup, they already had OL logo for some commerical stuff which may be considered as the officialism BUT fandom character - in my opinion - is THE official official confirmation for establishing because it's literally means that the couple will continue to promote together in the future just like other cps, will have another series together, and also official merch, events and other things that GMMTV give for permanent couples because there's no other reason for this company to make merch and wasting money for nothing. So yeah, official established couple!

And this look good for me, because they have amazing chemistry, understand each other perfectly and you believe that they deeply love and care for each other which affects their acting chemistry and interaction on screen.

Also this is so important for Ohm because.... 2023 was a tough year for him and I felt relieved to see how happy and glowing he was in 2024, surrounded himself with people who love and deeply respect him. And Leng is one of those people if not the most important piece to that happiness as Ohm Pawat himself stated. I even have proofs! (credits to their owners)

I wish these boys to live in peace and harmony, supporting and relying on each other. Another proof that communication is the key to happiness!

Also I hope that their next work will have a good budget, good plot, the characters they want to play and ban-free series name because their fandom has been fighting X's rules about sensitive content for the last 11 weeks of trending. Amen.

What a day to be alive and being oh-yeah!😆

[hirazuki]

Me, episode 1: Oh, a relatable protag! And a relatable female protag, at that. Sweet! That never happens.

Me, a few episodes in: Wait, the protag really is going to be my character? The one I identify with the most? Seriously? It's not going to be a strange, at least somewhat sinister, seemingly hostile male side character? It's gonna be a female character and the protagonist? That's insane, that literally never happens... what's the catch??

Me, more than halfway through the season: ... huh, I guess Maomao really is it. Okay, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Me to myself, after episodes 22/23:

[puppetmaster13u]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP OVER YOUR IDEAS FOR THE TRANSFORMERS X DC AU

I ALSO LOVE THE OH 80'S SERIES AND ALL ITS WACKY BULLSHIT

IF YOU MAKE EVEN CRUMBS OF THIS AU I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER

Well, since you asked so nicely lol

Bruce - So, came to earth Superman-style where he was in a pod that crashed into someone’s yard, this being the Wayne’s backyard, where they just kind of took him in as their strange metal-child Still human-ish sized, if a little tall- so more of how the cassettes were sized in the original animated series & I wanna say he’s originally designed for subterfuge & information gathering Design-wise I am thinking he has antennae of sorts on his head that mimic the cowl’s “ears” and honestly I think he should keep the cape because that’s just sort of iconic & he definitely uses it to hide his form, since while most would assume armor someone might notice eventually he isn’t exactly fleshy His holloform is definitely designed after the two Waynes, seeing as they raised him for several years alongside Alfred (Fuck it they were probably together as a poly trio) No clue for what he transforms into, but I am tempted for either some sort of drone or a well, bat, or some combination of the two, like a cybertronian bat-creature 

Kate - She definitely also came from a pod & is from the same parents as Bruce, though I wanna say she landed/crashed a bit later than him, hence why they claim they’re cousins in human/holloform I want to say she’s more battle-designed than Bruce, while he’s more designed to go unseen and gather whatever info- though who knows with how they’re not exactly on cybertron anymore- hence why she has a hint more color than him Once more, no clue of what she’d transform into, but I do think she’s slightly larger than B in their normal cybertronian bodies & has the same antennae-horns as him (I am open to ideas for her) 

Ace - Now Bathound, the doggo boi, usually a normal dog, but I am just saying that the other transformers did straight up build other cybertronians from the dinobots to the aerialbots to trypticon, though they need the Allspark (which is back on Cybertron) to create full on minds/souls (in most cases) 

Now I'm not sure if Alfred would be a normal human dude, or if I should make him an old-ish cybertronian as well who turns into one of those older jets.

[muttsandmustelidae]

some pictures of the sweet boy because i’m not sure i’ve ever posted him on here <3 he’s not mine anymore, but i still love him a whole bunch

[spacespore]

HI TUMBLRR it’s me

[rolilith]

i miss them

[toomuchsky]

met a bunch of his close friends on a trip to elk country this weekend and his best friend said “it seems like you guys have very similar senses of humor. how do you ever stop laughing??” and like. wtf. i’m passing away. what a good compliment??? from a best friend?? how dare he.

[alicepao13]

Rating the Kommissar Rex/Il Commissario Rex/Hudson and Rex human partners for funsies, in chronological order. Contains spoilers, some bias, and opinions based on superficial characteristics. I will take the blame for any distorted memories I have of the shows, although I did a full rewatch last summer. (Rewatch refers to Kommissar Rex and Hudson and Rex. I could only watch Il Commissario Rex once. Well, 0.75 times. I couldn’t find some of the episodes.)

Kommissar Rex

Richard Moser: The blueprint. Not necessarily the best one in my opinion (although if you ask kid me, yes), but they modeled at least two other characters after him in the reboots. Pretty nice (although a product of his time), street smart, recently divorced, and the first few episodes where he and Rex are getting used to living together are hilarious. Moser’s dry humor was good too, also his whump scenes where great. And I appreciated the nude scenes a lot (thanks, German tv of the 90s). 8/10

Alex Brandtner: The hot one. Also, more of a “new age” cop (new age here means post 90s, don’t get confused). Kid me didn’t appreciate the hotness but I watched it in my teen years, and oh boy. And the action scenes, while sometimes ridiculous and making you wonder why???, really showed the actor’s training in physical scenes too. I always liked the way Brandtner immediately bonded with Rex and then we learn of the tragedy with his own dog. Too bad his love life was even more non-existent than Moser’s. 9/10

Marc Hoffmann: I’ll be honest, I just didn’t care for him for the most part, but I did like the fact that for the first time there was a ship with him and Nikki. They went for a different style with this one and it shows. Marc is less type A than the previous two, not a bad thing, but by that point, it was clear that Kommissar Rex as a show was nearing its end and I think it sometimes showed. 7/10

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Il Commissario Rex (At this point, let me just say that I don’t associate the two shows with each other. And whoever has watched both, would probably agree with me. It hardly matters that the Italian show starts as a spinoff.)

Lorenzo Fabbri: Ugh, I don’t know what it is with this guy but I didn’t like him much. His style was a lot like Moser at first (adopting Rex, saving him from a miserable fate, learning to live with him, etc.). I absolutely hated the storyline with the forensics scientist throwing herself at him every chance she got and him trying to avoid her instead of flat out telling her he’s not interested, and then at some point they slept together??? Anyway, did not like. 6/10

Davide Rivera: I liked that guy but sadly we didn’t have that many episodes with him. He could have had more to offer as a character. More quiet than the sometimes too loud Lorenzo, and took some time to warm up to Rex if I recall. I liked that he took no flack from his boss (Sidenote: the boss didn’t like Rex at first and kept wanting to get rid of him, and I wanted to rip him to shreds). 7/10

Marco Terzani: I literally found one season of his episodes, so I’ll reserve judgment (if anyone has his second and third season, please give it to me lol or point to the right direction). He seems kinda reckless? He’s definitely attractive. ?/10, more research needed.

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Hudson and Rex

Charlie Hudson: Started off as kind of mediocre for me, then he made me change my mind. When I started watching, I was hellbent on comparing every single thing of this show to the characters of the original at first, so I’m partially to blame for my initial perception of him. However, I won’t blame myself for the bad writing, pacing, and overall mediocrity of S1 that contributed to a big part of it. Anyway, they used some of Moser’s backstory (divorced, adopts Rex after his K-9 partner tragically dies) and expanded on it. Charlie has had the most development as a character than any of the others, which makes sense since he’s the first of Rex’s partners to live that long or not get rebooted lol. He definitely gets bonus points for having a love life too. And for not dying, despite all the whump situations he gets himself into. Definitely falls under the reckless category too. 70% himbo, 100% whump magnet. 9/10

[ebitenpura]

once in awhile I like to imagine AUs where Eight isn't the Hand, but a former one who made way for the new Hand and instead found himself a different role as personal companion to Jadus and a proxy body he occasionally possesses in order to not show his face or have his real physical body out in the open while experiencing the world through Eight's eyes. Sometimes he acts as his messenger. Other times he's simply 'ferrying' the master around, as if his body were a mere vehicle for Jadus to ride in.

Eight is also, as far as others are concerned, the oddly cheerful servant who lives in his house and keeps checking on the new Hand, and it's hard to tell when it's Jadus or just him keeping an eye on the new personnel... as both are equally elusive in their own ways. Whether he offers helpful or cryptic advice not to be heeded lies entirely up to interpretation, but his allusions to his past are mysterious- and troubling.